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chuulogy · 6 months

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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 THIGH FUCKING ; a osamu dazai fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . accidently deleted my previous account oops. i really want to tag the ones who had reposted and commented on this previously but i remember none, hope you guys find it again tho >~<.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; jealous!dazai, fem!reader, nsfw, thigh fucking, thigh pinching, uses of terms like "dumb bitch, slut" etc, slight degradation, and those are all i can remember tbh, uni au.

the winds blew by harshly and violently, as if in a hurry to reach their destination. and this hurry of the wind obstructed the path of others as they raced with the clouds to whatever their destination is. lectures had been canceled and everyone was advised to stay in the safety of their dorm walls even though the dorm buildings were right next to the college building.

and this all led you to sigh, what were you doing here when most of the students were in the comforts of their rooms?

you shake your head as the cold breeze hits you, making your skirt sway. you quickly make your way into your classroom with the intent of finding shelter there till the weather calms a bit ; the sight of the very few students who are stuck like you are is nothing more than little flashes due to how fast you are walking and you don't stop, till the familiar door of your classroom is just a few steps distance away from you.

your steps are long and quick as you extend your hand, wrapping it around the round doorknob and twisting it open; you enter the classroom and close the door behind in hurry, shivering a bit.

"well don't you look absolutely breathtaking." mocks a voice as soon as you turn around to face the class and when you tilt your head up to look at its owner who you recognize oh so well, you see dazai sitting on one of the last benches of the row farthest from the door, smirking.

"what did you want from me?" you mutter in confusion, taking quick steps towards him as you don't waste time to reach the point ; surely if dazai wanted to meet you in the classroom after the end of the day even after knowing about the dangerous turn the weather took, it must be important.

"oh come on, why are you in such a rush? let's have a conversation, you and me." dazai proposed though the omnious smile on his face screamed at you to refuse the proposition, turn on your heels and run towards the dorm quarters but it's the way the words rolled off his tongue, all sweetly and seductively that once again, made you bend your conscience and rationality for him.

you nodded, almost sitting on the chair opposite of him when dazai tsked and shook his head.

"not there," dazai's voice rang in your ears as he patted the table behind which he sat,"here."

you nodded, standing infront of him for only a fraction of a second before you sat on the edge of his table, pulling your skirt down with one hand and curiously staring at the boy infront of you whose demeanor changed, the smile disappeared from his face as his eyes turned shaper.

dazai stands up with a sharp sigh leaving his lips and immediately planted his hands on either sides of you on the table, leaning closer to your face as he glares,

"have i been too soft on you that you forgot your place?" he didn't ask you but told. he raised one of his hands to place them on your thigh, caressing the skin before he pinched it making you gasp.

"unless i tell you, you aren't going to open that preety mouth of your's or i swear you won't be able to open your mouth for the next few days with the way i'll fuck it. we don't want that, do we?" he lowly muttered next to your ear, hand going a bit harshly towards your inner thigh which he again began to caress before pinching a very small amount of skin between his index finger and thumb and oh, the way it felt, the pain was a temporary guest as dazai immediately caressed the pinched portion with him thumb.

you could feel the flutter in your pussy and the excitement wrapping around your heart which didn't go unnoticed by dazai, nothing ever does to be honest.

"don't tell me you are enjoying being treated like a slut," dazai smirked, his hand traveling towards the top of your thigh which he squeezed as he looked down at your thighs, the way the skirt was almost teasing him by threatening to ride up to show more of your skin and the way only the plush portion of your thigh was revealed as the rest was covered by knee high socks, god, he felt the arousal building up.

dazai took a step back and plopped down on the chair he previous occupied, pushing your legs a bit to have them directly against him as he poked his inner cheek with his tongue.

"call that fucking guy who can't understand that what i claim as mine is only for me to enjoy" dazai said, his jaw tensed and it finally clicked and oh, the slick pool it left in your panties made you suck in a shaky breath.

you were partnered up with a guy for a project and it just so happens that the guy was a bit touchy -- nothing inappropriate but just the sight of you laughing with him without caring or acknowledging dazai who sat behind you, rubbed dazai off in the wrong way. so to sum it up shortly, dazai is jealous.

oh so jealous over something so small but you suppose you would've had the same reaction if your boyfriend was talking to someone else without as much as glancing at you.

"i am sor--"

a spank to your thighs cuts you off as you gasp, cowering under the glare dazai offered you.

"did i ask you to speak? dumb bitch. can't even follow simple instructions. perhaps i need to show you what happens to girls who can't follow instructions. gonna fuck you so dumb, you won't be able to tell left from right." dazai muttered and stood up, as he began to unbuckle his belt, unzip and unbutton his pants, he once again reminded you to call your project partner by tilting his head in the direction of your phone, which was tightly clutched by your two hands.

you know to never argue with dazai when he is angry and so you obey, knowing that right now, all logic and reasons will go from above his head.

so you shakily unlock your phone and scroll through the contacts, finding the name of your project partner while dazai takes his length out of his boxers, which, along with his pants hangs on his hips .

dazai watches as you put the phone next to your ear, waiting for your project partner to pick up.

"you look so adorable when you are my good girl then why do you act like this? hmm?" dazai once again places his hand on your thigh while he stokes his cock with the other one, his thumb caressed your skin as it teases you by going near your inner thigh but then quickly shifts to its original position.

"why do you insist on getting on my fucking nerves?" dazai raised his eyebrows, the pumping motion of his hands increasing its pace as his anger takes over his brain.

"dazai, let's be civil-"

a smack on your thigh.

then a caress followed by dazai trailing his nails on top of your thigh.

"who gave you the permission to talk?" he muttered, having a smug smirk on his face as he knows you would've normally scoffed but you can't now, your neediness is making you bend upon his will.

you can feel it, the sticky feeling in your panties and dazai could see it too through the short breaths leaving and entering your body.

he lets his finger trail down towards your inner thigh, nail gently tracing the skin up towards your panties while his other hand never stopped its motion until his cock was hard enough, precum dripping from the tip made you feel almost dizzy.

your rationality was overthrown by desire which only wanted one thing ; dazai's dick inside you. a few heavy pants leave your lips and you almost parted your legs, had it not been for your project partner picking up the phone at the exact moment.

"hello? did you need something?" your project partner's confused voice could be heard through the phone and you know dazai heard it or he wouldn't have smirked the way he did.

"talk to him" dazai mouthed, parting your thighs with his hands as he stepped closer to you ; spitting on his dick and rubbing it a bit to have moisture before he made you close the plush part of your thighs with his dick in between, he looked up to see you parting your lips and tilted his head in the direction of your phone which made you realise you haven't replied to your project partner.

"n-no, i just wanted to talk to you."

dazai snickers upon hearing you stutter, slowly thrusting in and out of your thighs; you softly gasp as the tip of his dick just lightly grazes your panties before he almost pulls himself out, only to slam himself in against. your project partner said something but you are too distracted by the way dazai has his eyes closed as he let's out small and deep breaths to care to hear what your project partner has to say.

"talk, doll." dazai commands lowly and you flinch, gulping heavily.

"hey-hey, sorry, what did you say again?" your voice came out nearly as a whimper; dazai pushed your thighs together even more as he sighed in content, dick thrusting in and out while his thumbs caressed your skin.

you plant your free hand on the desk behind you as you arch your back, trying to focus on anything but the sensation of dazai's dick against your inner thighs though your attempt is futile, you close your eyes and tilt your head back, frustrated because you know dazai won't lean near you and plant kisses on your neck, he won't gently graze your throat with his teeth and neither will he nibble on the junction between your shoulder and neck --because this is how dazai punishes.

he drives you almost insane for his touch, making you desperate and pathetic just to feel him trace your arm with a single finger.

"do you want to come to my house for the project?"

"nO!" you yelped as dazai squeezed your thighs tightly and pinched them, he glares at you as a warning and you end up clearing your throat, "i mean no, i can't come. sorry. i have to babysit this whole week."

your pathetic attempt to make an excuse has dazai nearly snickering but he stops himself from doing so ; rather, his thrusts become more quick as he takes in the sight of you, your breasts bounce slightly due to him and you dig your teeth on your bottom lip, trying not to whine for his touch.

"i didn't know you babysat." dazai muttered in your ear to tease you, making sure to speak closely to the phone so your project partner could pick up on his hushed voice too.

"umm, are you with someone? i can hear another voice with you." your project partner's voice forced you to pay attention to him, you were about to deny his assumption but dazai wasn't having any of it, the man refused to.

so one of his hands came up to caress the space below your breasts, you almost shuddered at the much needed contact of his hands with your body, before dazai groped one of your breasts and harshly began to squeeze it.

you weren't sure how you were going to cover up the breathless gasp that escaped the cage of your lips but you didn't care, too high up in the pleasurable sensation which came with every squeeze.

dazai grunts, now moving your thighs along with his thrusts to induce even more friction on his dick and when he twitches before cumming, he tightly squeezes your thighs around his dick.

you whimper lightly as you feel his fluids on your thigh and inside them, the sticky fluid makes you shiver and dazai too for he hadn't seen a more erotic sight then this, seeing you pant as you sit all prettily with his cum covering your thighs, god, if he wasn't trying to punish you, he would've made you scream his name.

and you didn't bother answering your project partner who called your name, biting your lip as you watched dazai cleaning himself with a tissue before wearing his pants again.

he leans down to place a kiss at the corner of your lips, staying still as he whispers against your skin, "put the phone on speaker and let that bastard hear how good I make you feel with just my thigh. Ride my thigh, my love."

━━━━━━━ 💋 end.

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kayfabebabe · 2 years

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Fic title: Around and Around

Hallo Josie! Thank you so much for the Ask <3

I’ve been staring at this title for a couple of days because it’s been surprisingly difficult to settle on a single idea. None of them felt right for some reason. So this turned into something unexpectedly sad. Mox visiting a male reader in the hospital after they take a nasty bump during a match. Angst galore!

WARNING - Serious wrestling-related injuries. Hospital things. A LOT OF ANGST.

(Ps. I’m sorry this got so long. I planned on keeping the lil blurbs near 300 words and this one is closer to 800. Oops.)

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The clock hasn’t moved in the past 10 minutes. Or, at least, Mox doesn’t think it has. Each time he glanced upwards, it read 2:47am. God, he hated hospitals. Everything was far too quiet for his liking. The only movement that broke the stale air of the waiting room was the occasional nurse poking their head around the corner for a second before disappearing again.

Like the majority of wrestlers, Mox had spent more than enough time in emergency rooms to develop a healthy dislike for them. The stench of disinfectant clung to every surface, walls were painted a boring shade of white and none of the vending machines worked properly. Even the squeak of shoes on the tiled flooring made his skin crawl. Most in-ring injuries could be treated with some butterfly stitches and some superglue. Tonight, he had the displeasure of being a visitor.

“Mr Moxley?”

Finally! Mox threw himself out of the chair and followed the nurse down the hall, half-listening to them rattle off some medical jargon. He didn’t hear any of it. All that mattered was seeing you. None of the staff at the front desk would tell him anything about your condition and Mox definitely wasn’t allowed to search for your room by himself. So he was forced to sit in the waiting room until somebody fetched him. It had been hell.

Once they reached your room, Mox felt a hard lump form in the back of his throat and his knees threatened to buckle beneath him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He prided himself on being able to handle the goriest of sights without a second thought, but this was different. Your neck was encased in a complicated brace, keeping your head from moving and causing any further damage.

Mox had been backstage when the accident happened. In the blink of an eye, the usual buzz of excitement that came from wrestlers waiting to perform was gone and something more serious took hold. People were yelling and a stretcher was hurried out to the ring. On one of the screens, Mox saw you laying flat on your back with a dozen people surrounding you. You were unmoving and too still. This isn’t right. He fought his way down to ring-side, demanding an explanation from anyone who looked in his direction, but none of them said anything helpful. The medical staff barred anyone else from getting in the ring whilst they secured you to a board then slowly manoeuvred you onto the stretcher. Mox helplessly watched from less than a foot away, silently praying for you to reach out to him. Just the tiniest of signs that you were okay.

You never did.

“You’re walking a hole in the floor, Moxie…”

The steady thud of familiar footsteps had woken you from a light doze then you heard Mox quietly talking to himself as he paced. A nervous habit that was strangely endearing. When Mox moved into your line of sight, you couldn’t help tiredly smiling up at him whilst noticing the worry behind his eyes. Jon Moxley, Deathmatch extraordinaire and violent to the core, was terrified. You tentatively lifted your hand as much as you dared, beckoning him closer in hopes of easing some of the fear that you shared. He got the hint and carefully leaned over to press a kiss to your temple then another to your cheek.

“You alright? Like… You’re not in pain or anything?”

The only pain that you could pin-point was a slight ache at the bottom of your neck although you didn’t know if that was caused by the bump or the brace. You vaguely remember someone - possibly one of the nurses - mentioned giving you painkillers, but you weren’t sure. Reality had been hard to hold onto with everyone rushing around you. Mox stayed closer with his nose lightly nuzzling your cheek as you recounted everything that you did remember with certainty. All of the intrusive tests and frequent prodding by faceless doctors.

“I really fucked up, Moxie, didn’t I?”

It was hard for either of you to ignore the way that your voice cracked or how tears quickly filled your eyes. Shock had worked wonders in keeping you calm throughout the initial aftermath of the accident. Now, it felt like the sky was falling. Nothing was going to be the same after tonight, even if you make a full recovery and you’re cleared to wrestle again. You’re never going to carry yourself with the same confidence. You tried to stop crying, but the tears only fell harder when Mox rested his forehead against your temple and laid his hand in the centre of your chest.

“You’re alright. Everything’s going to be alright, babe.”

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bangtanloverboys · 3 years

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until i see you again // ksj

summary - prince seokjin of philos is chosing his bride at his 25th birthday ball and you want to be anywhere but there. unfortunately you’re expected to go as a friend of the king and to escort your younger sister there; to see if she has a chance to win the prince’s heart. unbeknowst to you all, the prince’s eyes are already set upon someone

pairing - prince!seokjin x duke!reader

genre - fluff, angst; royalty au, childhood friends to lovers au,

word count - 9.1k

warnings - historical inaccuracies, reader being an idiot, kissing, implied/referenced homophobia (it’s very slight, won’t even notice it if you squint), sad ending, star crossed lovers, miscommunication but it’s in the worst way possible

author’s note - sorry not sorry for making sad gay stuff oops; clast is part of the title, not yn’s actual family name. additionally, i put in a hint to new fic in here 👀 also @jinpanman since u asked to be tagged 💕 here u go

The stars had always fascinated you since you were a young lad; the shapes they made and the stories behind them, the way they always shifted in the night sky. While the view from your bedroom window at the castle was great, it could never show the full wonderful picture that was the night sky. Hence why you were now laying in the palace garden and staring up into the vastness before you, your arms folded behind your head.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice startled you into sitting up, only to see the silhouette of the Crown Prince Seokjin standing a few feet behind you. You were surprised to see him outside, but it wasn’t necessarily a shock seeing as your current place of residence was his home, the Castle of Philos. Your father, the Duke of Clast, was a close friend of the King, thus meaning he was invited to a lot of formal events. The Castle Philos was practically a second home to you, making it’s prince a close friend of yours.

Of course your friendship was by no mere accident. It was by the design of both of your fathers’, wanting their allegiance to hold strong even with the new generation. Neither of you seemed to mind though, you both seemed to get along great with one another. But as the two of you grew up from boys and slowly approached manhood, you felt something else grow deep within your chest each time you saw the prince.

“Seokjin, you scared me!” You whisper shouted at him as sat himself next to you on the grass. “What are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he retorted. “I saw you from the window, thought I might join you.” Your cheeks burned at his response as you watched him lay back on the grass, assuming the same position you had only moments ago.

The sight of the young prince was something to behold as he lounged on the lawn, being at only 18 years old he was already picture perfect for everything a prince should be: honorable, intelligent, merciful. One quality you had heard whispered amongst the court ladies was how handsome he was, something not even you could deny. His dark eyes emulated the night sky, reflecting the stars up above. The soft angle of his jaw paired with the dark hair that fell over his forehead framed his face beautifully. Then there was his lips, they looked soft and pillowy; and you wanted nothing more than to feel them for yourself-

“Are you going to lay down or continue to sit there and stare?” He questioned you, raising a sculpted brow at you.

The burn extended past your cheeks to the tips of your ears. You laid down beside him, hoping the cool grass could possibly lower your growing temperature. You laid there, stiff next to him as your gaze locked back onto the sky. Neither of you said a word as the stars twinkled like diamonds above you. You heard the prince shift in his position, now resting on his elbow and staring down at you.

“You’re thinking.”

“How would you know?” You scoffed at his (correct) assumption of your silence. While your voice remained steady, your head was reeling at his closeness. If he came any closer, he could’ve heard your heart thumping away against your chest.

“You forget Y/N, I know you better than you know yourself.” He gave you a sly wink before he slipped back to lay his head back down. “Just relax, whatever it is you’re thinking, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

You open your mouth to protest but a loud booming voice of your name echoed in your ears.

“Y/N. . .Y/N. . . Wake up!” The voice of your younger sister bleeding through as you jolted awake. “Coachman said we’re nearly there.” Through bleary eyes, you glanced about your surroundings. Seated across from you was your sister, Jia, who stared at you as you blinked away the sleep from your eyes. You turned your head to the window, watching as the green countryside slowly began to turn into the village outside the castle.

“How long was I out?” You inquired as you moved to sit up properly.

“A few hours,” she responded with a shrug. “Did you have a nice dream?”

“How would you know I was dreaming?” You asked her, still fatigued from the unplanned nap.

“You were smiling.”

Your heart stung at her words; the question was innocent enough, but a reminder of the hurt you’ve felt since that night. You almost didn’t want to answer her original question, but the eager look on her face had you sighing. No way in hell would she go without an answer. Keeping a neutral face, you replied. “It was a pleasant dream.” That was all you said. There was a slight twinge of disappointment, but she took the answer nonetheless.

Letting out a sigh, you leaned back against the wall of the carriage, thinking back on the dream. It had been almost 7 years since that night with the prince. That was the last, what one might call, intimate moment with him. Because since that night, you had both been bombarded with your respective duties; him as prince and you as a duke to be. Surely you had seen him between then and now, but those moments were brief and far inbetween. In fact the last time you saw him was at the funeral of your father, sometime last year. You don’t remember much of that meeting, overwhelmed with grief to even process that he was giving you his condolences.

But soon enough, you shall be reunited with the Crown Prince for this 25th birthday. Normally you would’ve been excited about going to see Seokjin, all you could feel in your stomach was dread. The reason being as to your visit was because his usual birthday ball had been twisted by his father for him to find a bride. All the eligible ladies in the land, which included your sister, were invited for him to pick one of them out as his future wife. The mere thought of it had you sick to your stomach. Your sister had a possibility of marrying your childhood best friend and your unrequited love, and you had to stand back and watch.

“Can you tell me again what he’s like?” Jia’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. Being a few years younger than you, she never got a chance to truly interact with Seokjin; and since the trip began, hell even before then when the invitation arrived, every few hours she would ask about him. What he was like, what he liked, if he was nice. Why she would ask this when all she had to do was wait a few hours before meeting him herself, you’d never understand.

“Prince Seokjin is nice. He enjoys reading the history of the 7 kingdoms. When his father goes out hunting, he is usually required to join, but he will do anything he can to get out of it.” You droned as you stared out the window, surveying the commoners as you passed them by.

“You’ve told me all this before though,” she whined, “What else is there to know about him? What was he like when you were boys?” When you remained silent, she poked at your knee, attempting to get some sort of answer out of you. “Come on, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention towards Jia. “He’s always been fascinated with food and the process the cook would go about making it.” You started, noticing how your sister leaned forward, hanging on your every word. “We’d sneak into the kitchens, and he would just watch the cook as he cut up vegetables and meats. He’d go on about how if he wasn’t the prince, he’d want to be the cook.”

Jia barked out a laugh, “Did he really? For such a handsome man, he sure has some interesting habits.”

You gave a noncommittal hum as your stare returned to the window, watching as the villagers made their way out of the street and gawk at your carriage in awe. You could tell the journey was slowly coming to a close, and you weren’t sure if you wanted it to end yet. The dirt road turned to cobblestone beneath the wheels, it was only a matter of minutes before you arrived at the palace steps.

Jia frantically began flattening out her gown and making sure her hair wasn’t out of place. The trip from Philos Castle to the Clast Manor was merely a half day's ride, it wasn’t like much had changed from when she had left.

You exited the coach first, immediately greeted by a handful of guards who were lined up the stairs of the castle. You wondered how long they’d been there and how long they’d have to be until everyone had arrived. Glancing about, you saw that there were a few more carriages arriving in the courtyard.

The clearing of Jia’s throat pulled you back to the task at hand, you extended your arm out for her to grab onto as she stepped out onto the cobblestone. “Wow,” she awed as she stared up at the vast castle before her. You couldn’t blame her, the sight of Philos Castle was something to behold, especially if it was your first time seeing it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the footmen pulling down your luggage and ready to carry it to your rooms. A silent notice that it was time for the two of you to get going. “Come along, Sister.” You started as you began to climb the steps.

Upon reaching the main entrance, you were greeted with the familiar face of the Steward, who perpetually looked like he had just tasted the world’s most sour candy. “Your Grace,” he bowed to you. “And Lady Jia. The King and prince are greeting their guests in the Grand Hall. Follow me.” That said, he turned and made his way down the hall. With you and your sister on his heels practically the entire way, you arrived at the Grand Hall.

The Grand Hall certainly lived up to its name. With high ceilings, beautiful pieces of art mounted on the walls, all glittering in the light of a golden chandelier. It was the picturesque dream of wealth and beauty. But all of its beauty couldn’t compare to Prince Seokjin, who stood at the end of the hall. Since the last time you saw him nearly a year ago, he still looked as handsome as ever. He was smiling at his father when the two of you entered, but when his gaze turned to you, you swore his smile grew bigger; brighter even. Keeping your eyes forward, you could feel Seokjin’s gaze on you, not wavering as you got closer.

Next to him, the King let out a loud belly laugh as the two of you approached him. “Ah, Clast! It’s good to see you, my boy.” He bellowed out as you and your sister stopped in front of him.

“It’s good to see you too, Your Majesty.” You responded as you and your sister bowed respectively before him, all the while you could feel the prince’s burning stare. “May I introduce my sister, the Lady Jia.” With her introduction, she curtsied again before the two royals.

“It’s a pleasure, Your Majesty.” She smiled as she rose up.

“The pleasure is all mine. I assume you know my son, Seokjin.” He gestured to his right to where the prince stood, silently staring at you. “Seokjin!” His father hissed, catching his attention.

His head jerked to attention at his name being called. “Sorry, yes. It’s lovely to see you again Clast- and meet you too, of course, Lady Jia.” He stumbled over his words as he bowed his head. “Apologies, my mind has been elsewhere.”

“It’s no worries, Your Highness.” You waved off his slip.

“Anyways!” The King clasped his hands together. “The two of you must be tired from your journey, the steward shall show you to your chambers.” He gestured to the same sourface Steward stepped forward. “I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow night, Clast.”

“I can’t wait, Your Majesty.” You returned the king’s sentiments as you and your sister were led out of the hall, still feeling the prince’s stare seer into your back as you walked further and further away from the Grand Hall.

Soon as the Grand Hall was far behind you, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. Had seeing Seokjin again affected you this much? While you had managed pretty fine to hold yourself together for that meeting, how on Earth were you going to manage the ball where he had to choose a wife? You couldn’t avoid him, there’s no doubt he’d want to catch up after not seeing you at all the past year. God, you felt like a fool for coming and thinking you’d be able to push your feelings out of the way. But your mother and sister jumped at the chance for the possibility of marrying the prince. Thus, you had no choice but to accompany your sister to the palace.

As the Steward led you down the winding hallways, you noticed that the hallways started to become more and more familiar. Considering you had dreamt of these hallways mere hours ago, it wasn’t that hard to place them from your memory. The King had set aside certain rooms for your family when you visited, you can’t say you were surprised or not about them still being set aside for you. Perhaps it was to still honor your father, or keep the good relationship between your families. However you were surprised to see the Steward stop in front of the heavy oak door of the room that was once your father’s.

“Your Grace shall be staying here,” he announced as he opened the door. You stepped through the threshold, inhaling deeply as you glanced around the space. Your trunk was at the foot of the bed. The same bed he slept in, the same desk he worked at, the same books he read on the shelves. What felt stranger how despite the room not being occupied in years, it still held the same scent of leather bound books and ink. The scent of your father. “I hope the chamber is to your liking.” The Steward’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Yes, it’s fine. Thank you.”

“Very well, if the Lady Jia could please follow me.” With that, he shut the door. The distinct steps of him and your sister fade away down the hall as he escorted her away.

Now alone, realization began to creep over you. When the invitation to the prince’s ball arrived you didn’t want it to be true. In fact, you almost pushed it so far back in your mind you nearly tricked yourself into believing it was just a bad dream. One that you’d wake up from any moment now. But now that you were finally there at the palace, a mere day away from the event. You were going to be sick.

The sick knot in your stomach didn’t leave you the rest of the day, despite your best attempts at any distraction. You tried to keep ahead on some of the needs and resources of your providence, read a few chapters of a book you pulled from one of the shelves, changed out of your traveling clothes, anything to keep your mind off the inevitable ball tomorrow night yet nothing seemed to succeed.

By the time the sun had fallen below the horizon, you still felt the overwhelming dread. So much so that you barely ate the dinner that was privately presented to you, barely being able to get more than a few bites down. In the midst of picking at your meat, there was a knock on your door. Curious as to who would be here so late in the evening, you unlatched the door to see Prince Seokjin standing before you.

“Y-Your Highness,” you stuttered out, not expecting him at such an hour.

“Are we really referring to each other as titles? I thought we knew each other better than that, Y/N.” He said with a breathy laugh.

The sound of his voice speaking your name was music to your ears. Loving the way each syllable fell off his lips, before you could stare at his mouth any longer than you probably already were, you cleared your throat. “Seokjin,” his face lit up when you called him by his name, “what are you doing here?”

“I thought we could catch up a bit? Seeing how we weren’t able to properly when you first arrived.” He shrugged, as if the plans were obvious.

You hesitated a bit, seeing the late hour and if this would even do your heart any good considering you had 24 hours to attempt to get over him.

“If you don’t want to, I understand.” He added, filling the silence you had provided. “It’s late, and you had a long journey. I’ll let you rest.” He began to turn, disappointment evident on his face.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, your hand wrapping around his wrist. When you realized how brash your action was, you released him, silently cursing yourself. “We can catch up, if that is what you wish.”

A smile grew on his face. “Of course! You still like stars, correct?”

You were taken back by his question. While you still had the fascination with stars, you had very little time nowadays to look at them. In fact the last time you even had time to look at stars was the night from your dream, when the prince laid down next to you in the castle gardens. Since that night, you’ve been too exhausted to stay up late enough to examine the night sky. “Yes?”

“Brilliant! Follow me,” he grabbed your hand and whisked you down the hallway, barely giving you enough time to shut your door. Seokjin led you through the passages, only the moonlight shining through the windows to guide you. Your heart was going to beat out of your chest, with your hand snug in his grasp.

He led you up a large door. With his free hand, Seokjin opened it, exposing a staircase before you. As the two of you started to climb up, you were beginning to recognize where you were going. “Are we-?”

“Shh! We’re almost there!” He shushed you as you arrived at the top of the stairs, revealing the observatory to you. You’re in absolute awe of the room, the large windows making up the walls and ceilings; the moon fully illuminating your surroundings. “Over here!” Seokjin tugged you towards the direction of one of the windows, a telescope set up and ready for use.

You pulled your hand from his grasp and let your hands trace over the cool brass, enthralled with the device before you. When the two of you were boys, you weren’t allowed in the tower observatory in fear that you might break something. When you got older, you’d only been in there once before, but never beneath a clear night sky.

A rush of chill air hit your body, you looked up to see the prince had opened up a window, giving more room for the telescope. “Take a look!” He stepped away from the device, making space for you.

Leaning down, you peered into the eyepiece. A gasp escaped your lips as you took in the brilliance of the stars right before your very eyes. You could pinpoint a few of the constellations you remember reading about. But instead of the fuzzy dots you were so used to seeing, you saw them clearly; they seemed even brighter. “Wow, Seokjin, I. . .” you straightened to look at him, who looked very pleased with himself, “I don’t know what to say? This is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in years.” That was partially a lie. He was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life, nothing could top him.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a sly smile. “I got it recently and I thought of you.”

“You. . . thought of me?” Your heart fluttered at the thought.

“Of course, Y/N.” He took a step closer to you, “I always think of you.” His words were soft as he gently raised his hand to your face, brushing a few stray hairs from your eyes. Your breath hitched as the tips of his fingers grazed over your skin. Meeting his eyes, you noticed for a split second that his gaze flickered down to your mouth. Then he slowly began to lean towards you. Your feet turned to stone, you couldn’t move as he got closer and closer to you. You weren’t sure what was happening. It couldn’t be happening. It had to be a dream. Your mind was racing at a million thoughts a second, as Seokjin got closer and closer. Just about when the prince’s lips seemed to hover over your own-

DONG

The sound of a clock chimed loudly in the observatory, shattering the moment and bringing you back to reality. Immediately, you stepped away from Seokjin, your face burning hot. “It’s late. I- I need to get to bed.” You turned away from him, embarrassed at what had just happened.

“Right.” There was a twinge of dismay in his voice as he spoke. “I’ll walk you back to your room.”

“That won’t be necessary!” You cringed at how quickly you rejected his offer. “It’s late, and your chambers are farther than mine. Goodnight, Your Highness.” You bowed your head then rapidly made your way back down the stairs, barely hearing the prince’s ‘Goodnight’ in return.

The following morning you did not want to get out of bed. You did not- could not face the prince again after last night. What happened had to have been a dream, it had to be. But the clear memory of the stars, how you could vividly recall the way your hand fit into his all proved you otherwise. It actually happened, and you couldn’t help but feel humiliated. He was getting married soon, for God Sake! And it couldn’t be you. It will never be you.

Eventually had to get up. Dressing yourself up a bit, but you remained in your room. Deciding to read and work on any paperwork, distracting yourself from even thinking about Seokjin.

You managed to do so quite nicely up until the hours before the ball was to start. Outside your window, spotting the hustling of all the castle staff trying to finish up the last of the preparations, scrambling to get them done. However all the chaos from outside the window and outside your door pulled you from your progress of not thinking of the prince or the party. All throughout the halls, people were gossipping about the prince and which lady he would choose as his possible wife.

When the clock struck the hour, signalling that the ball was to start, you knocked on the door to your sister’s chambers. “If that’s you Y/N, I’m nearly ready. You can come in!” She called from the inside. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed open the door to see your sister sitting in front of a vanity, a maid-servant finishing up her hair. Looking at you through the mirror, Jia lips quirked up into a smile. “Why don’t you look handsome, Brother.”

You take a quick glance at yourself behind her; you’re dressed only more elevated than usual. Fresh pair of trousers and shoes on, your waistcoat buttoned neatly, and your hair is more styled. Other than that, you look practically the same as you would on any other day. Not wanting to argue with your sister, you merely bowed your head in thanks.

“What do you think of the dress?” Jia asked as the maid finished with her hair, she stood to reveal the full picture. The style of the dress was similar to something she had worn to your ascension, yet this was light blue in color. There was no grand design amongst the dress, it was simple and fitting.

“You look lovely,” you responded.

“Thank you. You said he liked blue, correct?” She questioned as she began to slip on her gloves.

“Pardon?”

“The prince? His favorite color is blue?” She clarified as she walked over to you. “Honestly, Y/N, where is your head? I’m trying to gain his favor. Helps that I have his best friend as a brother.” She chortled as she linked arms with you.

“Right, yes. He favors blue.” You muttered as you turned towards the door. “Right, well, let’s get going. Don’t want to be late.” You forced a cheerful tone. With that, your sister smiled at you and you began to make your way towards the ballroom.

Already you saw lines of fabulously dressed noble women and royals from across the seven kingdoms, all willing to try and win Prince Seokjin’s affections. You saw a few familiar faces as you escorted your sister about the room; friends of your late father, fellow dukes and viscounts, even a couple visiting princes. All of which were either here to escort the most eligible woman in their family or merely showing support for the prince’s birthday.

About an hour in, Jia excused herself to try and gain a dance with the prince, leaving you standing alone at the sidelines; watching Seokjin dance with lady after lady after lady. He was a talented dancer, dancing gracefully with each partner. With each dance, you couldn’t help but notice a disinterested look grow on his face. A few times when you thought he caught your eye, you spotted a glimmer in his eye. A spark of happiness that managed to peak through his facade. But when he turned, causing his partner to face you. You saw a proud smirk on their face, as if they were the ones that made him perk up.

“Clast? Is that you?” A familiar voice called out to you. Turning your head to follow the voice, you spotted the owner of the voice. Prince Yoongi of Lun was making his way towards you, pushing his way through the crowd. “It’s good to see you.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

With a smile, you took it. “Good to see you too, Your Highness. How are things?”

“Good, everything is good. You’re here on behalf of your sister, I suppose?” He asked as his hand retreated.

The mention of your sister had your chest aching, reminding you of the entire situation once again. “Y-yes. She is somewhere in the crowd, waiting her turn.” Hopeful that he didn’t catch on to your hesitation; you gestured over to the dance floor, as if you couldn’t see her waiting at the front of it.

It was clear that he had noticed it, yet he didn’t point it out, only saying “I see.” He turned to face the crowd next to you, standing in silence as the band played on. “Have you married yet, Clast?” He questioned.

“No, h-haven’t had the time.” Your basic response to whenever anyone questioned your marital status, a normal question made by men wanting to set you up with their daughters. Why would Yoongi be asking you that though, you thought to yourself, unless he was thinking about asking to set you up with someone? But that couldn’t be, as you don’t recall him having any female relatives.

“Not having the time. . .” He repeated, laughing softly to himself. “Surely you’ve had enough time, attending balls like this? You’re a young man with a title, young ladies and their mothers must be crawling over you.” He further inquired.

“Well, yes. . .” you struggled to rack your mind for a plausible excuse. He was for the most part correct, parties like this usually had young eligible noble women practically throwing themselves on to you. But upon your excuse, they usually backed away. Not further question you. “It’s just-uh-”

Before you managed to come up with a concrete answer, Yoongi spoke again. “You don’t need to answer that. But to a degree, I can understand you.”

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow?”

“You’re in love, are you not?” He turned his head to you, a knowing expression. You opened your mouth to deny it, but no words came out. “It’s clear as day. But for some reason, you cannot be with them. Yet you long to be.” His face seemed to fall a bit at his words and he turned to face the crowd again. “Believe me, you’re not alone in that sort of suffering.” His gaze fixated on a young male servant, who stood at the edge of the ballroom, tray in hand. For a fraction of a second, you saw a soft smile across his face. But soon as the smile was there, it was gone. “Take my advice, don’t let him get away.” He gave your shoulder a firm pat before he walked back into the crowd, not permitting a response from you.

Glancing back to the center of the dance floor, you made eye contact with Seokjin. This time there was no denying it. He beamed at you and suddenly all the people in the room seemed to fade away, like it was only the two of you. He was radiant in the light of the ballroom, his smile radiating happiness. Yoongi was right, you were in love with the prince and you wanted nothing more than to be by his side.

With his advice echoing in your mind, you moved to take a step forward but your legs felt like lead. All at once, the golden glow of the ballroom faded to grey; the prince’s bright light dimmed, dark shadows danced at the edge of your vision. You could feel all of the court staring at you, whispering amongst themselves. Jia’s eyes were locked on you, fire burning in them The King frowned in disapproval. There were too many eyes on you. Your heartbeat was in your ears, throbbing against your skull. At the center of it all, Seokjin stood out in the crowd, his features twisted with concern. He mouthed something to you, something you couldn’t make out. You took a step backward, it felt easier than moving forward. You took another, and another, until you turned on your feet and dashed out of the ballroom.

Air, you needed air. Quickly, you weaved your way through the busy hallways until you found the door to the garden terrace. Thankfully, no one from the party seemed to have come outside as of recently, leaving you alone. You let your hands rest upon the stone railing as you caught your breath, the cool night air filling your lungs. Raising your head up, you stare up at the sky, the moon staring back down at you.

“You alright?” Whipping around, you saw Seokjin standing in front of you, the light of the open door behind him giving him a golden halo. “Y/N?”

You turned back around, staring back out into the gardens. “I’m fine.”

His steps against the stone echoed, only stopping once he was practically right behind you. “Don’t lie to me, what happened?”

You barely understood what had happened. One moment you were filled with confidence, ready to pull him to the side to speak with him. Then the next you felt nothing but shame. The judgement of the court, your sister, the king. You couldn’t tell him. Yoongi had sweet sentiment, but it just couldn’t be. He was the prince! And you were a duke. A man. You wouldn’t even be able to openly tell him you love him, let alone marry him! “I needed some air.”

“I could use some too, it was getting stuffy in there.” He responded as he continued to stand behind you. “Come on. We could both use a little break from the excitement.” You didn’t move, it was a bad idea to go with him. Just return to the party and move on. “Y/N. . ?”

Despite your better judgment, you turned to face him. His beautiful smile grew once you faced him. “Lead the way.”

He led you down the stairs of the terrace and into the gardens. Neither of you said anything, letting the music of the ball fade away into the sounds of the night. The further you walked away from the palace, the less concerned you found yourself about if the people were going to come looking for you. It was only you and Seokjin now.

He took a turn off the path, walking over the lawn towards the roses. Spotting a stone bench, he seated himself, you continued standing beside him. “You can sit, Y/N.” He gestured to the spot beside him. You hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down next to him. His knees brushed against yours as you both stared out over the gardens. “Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” He asked after a moment.

“Nothing is bothering me.”

“Y/N, I know you better than you know yourself.” Repeating the very same words he said nearly 7 years ago. “What’s the matter?”

Taking a deep breath, you answered. “You’re getting married.”

Seokjin frowned at your admission. “What on Earth gave you that idea?”

It was your turn to be confused. “Your father? On the invitations, it was a call that you’d be picking your future bride at this very ball.” You explained.

“Believe me when I say this Y/N,” he took your hands in his, “I have no intentions of picking a bride tonight nor ever.”

Those last few words echoed around in your brian. “Ever?”

“I can’t be with someone who I don’t love,” he said as if it were obvious. “When I become king, the only person I want by my side is you.”

Your hands grew clammy as your heart pounded against your ribs. “Seokjin, what are you saying?”

“Is it not obvious?” His hands moved to cup your face. When you met his eyes, the poor attempt at a wall that you tried to build over your heart broke away.

“I need to hear you say it,” your voice faltered, barely above a whisper.

Leaning in closer, his breath fanned over your lips. “I love you.”

The words hung in the air for barely a moment before you closed the gap between you two. Your eyes fell shut and the entire world melted away, leaving only you and Seokjin being the only sole beings in that moment. And oh how you wanted to live in that moment forever. To know nothing else but the feel of his lips against yours, the sweet scent of the roses around you, the brisk air of the night tickling any exposed skin as you clung to each other.

You don’t know when but tears had begun to roll over your cheeks. The wetness passed over your lips, tasting of salt as you continued to kiss. The slight bitter taste had him pulling away, eliciting a whine to fall from you. He couldn’t leave now, not after how long you’ve dreamt of this moment! Opening your eyes, the blurry outline of Seokjin was whipping away your tears. Blinking the rest of them away, the clear image of him filled your mind, taking notes of any little detail. You had to remember this moment for the rest of your life.

“Why are you crying?” His voice was soft as his thumb caressed your tear stained face.

“Truthfully, I don’t know.” You responded, the last coming out in a sort of chuckle. Baffled at your own emotions.

“No more tears, love.” He brought his lips to your forehead, pressing a small kiss to it. “No more tears.”

Despite you nodding in agreeance, more tears fell from your eyes. Whether it be tears of relief or joy, you couldn’t stop them from flowing. Placing one of your hands over his, you leaned into his touch, kissing his palm. You opened your mouth but you could even manage to get a word out, a shout was heard.

“Prince Seokjin! Your Highness? Where are you?” An unfamiliar male voice called out.

Within a second, you pulled yourself away from him, fearful of being caught. Seokjin closed his eyes, letting out a huff, clearly upset with the interruption. “It appears our company has been missed.” He sighed as he stood up, straightening his overcoat. “I’m here! Clast and I were merely stepping away for a moment.”

The servant appeared around the corner; with the cover of the night, you doubt he saw you kissing, but you couldn’t be sure until he spoke again. “The King is calling for you, sir. He wants you to dance with the Princess of Maldonia.”

“Thank you, I’ll be with him right away.” Seokjin gave him a tight smile as he dismissed the servant, who promptly bowed and scurried back towards the party. “I’m sorry.” He sat back down, taking one of your hands in his.

“No, it’s not your fault.”

“But there’s so much we need to discuss-”

“Seokjin,” you squeezed his hand, “we’ll figure it out.”

With a smile on his lips, he kissed you one last time before standing again. The two of you walked hand in hand back towards the castle again. He stopped when you reached the stairs to the terrace. “I’ll send a letter to your room later tonight, I would stop by but I fear my father isn’t going to be happy with hearing me not choosing a bride.” He chuckled, looking down at your still linked fingers.

You laughed with him, before falling silent. The music of the party reminded you that you couldn’t remain there forever. “You need to go.” Seokjin didn’t move yet, still staring down at your hands, trying his damnedest to turn a single moment into a thousand.

“Not yet.”

Unfortunately, as soon as the words left his mouth the servant stepped out onto the terrace, forcing him to drop your hand. “Your Highness, the King is growing impatient.”

With a sigh, he made his way up the stairs. Once he reached the top, he looked back down at you. His smile was back on, glowing and beautiful, yet his eyes were pained as he spoke. “Good talk, Clast. Enjoy the rest of the party.” Then he turned toward the servant, following him back into the brightly lit hallways of the castle.

The rest of the party went by in a blur. When you returned to the ballroom, your sister came up to you and complained about how she didn’t get a chance to dance with Seokjin before he started dancing with the Princess of Maldonia. Whatever she said you didn’t hear, because you were too busy looking for the prince but he was nowhere to be found. The only prince you did make eye contact with was Prince Yoongi, who was standing across the hall, a knowing look on his face.

By the time the party was over and you had returned to your room, you were anxious to wait for Seokjin’s letter. You couldn’t help but think about what it might contain. Plans for the future? His feelings about you? You stayed up waiting for a servant to knock or perhaps it would slide beneath the door.

Yet nothing arrived.

You waited until the rays of the sun peeked over the horizon, but nothing came. Laying down on your bed, you felt a knot grow deep in your stomach. You thought of a million scenarios as to why. Perhaps by the time he talked with his father he fell asleep soon as he reached his room, or maybe he fell asleep writing it. You tried to be reasonable with your thoughts, but your mid went to darker places as you laid there. Did his father get mad at him for not wanting to choose someone and throw him in the dungeon? Were you spotted and he was getting punished? Would they come for you next? Or what you thought could be even worse, did he regret his confession?

It was 10 o’clock when a servant came to wake you, finding you red eyed and exhausted. He was clearly shocked by your current state, as you could see by his face, but he said nothing on it. “Your sister is nearly ready to go, Your Grace.”

“I’ll be ready in a moment,” you grumbled as you pulled yourself out of the bed. The servant bowed before he left, probably to get your carriage ready. One half of you wanted to get ready as fast as possible, leave the castle and never return. You’d hide away in Clast Manor forever. But the other half wanted to stay, find Seokjin and demand an answer as to why nothing came.

Once you were dressed and reorganizing your belongings into your trunk, there was a knock, followed by Jia throwing the door to your chambers open; quickly followed by some footmen.

“You were apprehensive to come and now you’re stalling to leave?” She raised a brow at your still open trunk.

“Had a lot on my mind, I apologize.” You dryly apologized as the servants shut your case and began carrying it out of the room. Your answer didn’t seem to satisfy her, as she rolled her eyes at you. “Let’s get going then,” you held out your arm for her to take. With a huff, she linked arms with you. The two of you walked in silence as your steps echoed in the halls.

As you turned towards the staircase that would lead you towards the entry hall, you heard your name called out. Turning, you spotted Seokjin running towards you. Glancing at your sister, she looked confused as the prince was making quite a hurry to get to you.

“Go wait by the carriage,” you told her, kissing her cheek. “I promise I’ll join you soon.”

“You better, or else I’m leaving without you.” She muttered as she started down the stairs, the footmen following behind her.

You watched her descend as Seokjin arrived behind you; putting on a brave face, you faced him. He looked nearly as tired as you were, yet somehow he managed to make dark circles under his eyes attractive. Opening your mouth to say something, he pulled you off to the side of the hall, hiding behind a larger planter.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to deliver it sooner,” he huffed out as he placed a sealed parchment in your hand.

“I-” you were stunned, for a moment you truly thought he might’ve regretted what happened last night. Yet here he was, parchment in hand. “Why? What took you so long?

“I uh- Well. . . you’ll know in the letter.” He waved your question away before taking both of your hands in his. “Promise me you’ll write as soon as possible? Please?”

You stared down at your joined hands, and all the hurt feelings from the night bubbled up to the surface again. The anxiety, fear, betrayal. It all came rushing back, but as you looked up to speak your mind, your words died in your throat. His pleading eyes bored into yours and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Sucking in a breath, you nodded. “I promise.”

Seokjin looked like he was going to cry as he heard your words, pulling you into his arms. You attempted to resist for a moment before melting into his embrace; wishing you didn’t have to leave so soon. Wishing you had more time to talk. His lips grazed over the shell of your ear, his breath fanned against your skin as he hesitated for a moment. He said nothing as he pressed a kiss then he pulled away. He gave you one last fleeting smile before he ran back down the hall, disappearing behind a corner.

Stuffing the letter into your pocket, you made your way down the stairs. As you approached the bottom, you came across the King as he was bidding some of his guests goodbye. Despite how badly you wished to leave as soon as possible, you couldn’t risk not saying goodbye to your host.

“Ah, there you are Clast! I hope you enjoyed the ball!” He said as he shook your hand tightly.

“It was a wonderful party, Your Majesty. Thank you for the invitation.”

“But of course! I hope you can come around again for the wedding!” He patted your hand as he let go.

“W-wedding, Your Majesty?” You questioned as he turned to the person behind you.

“Goodbye, Clast. Have a pleasant trip home!” Either he didn’t hear you or he was purposefully ignoring the question. Whichever it was, your head felt like it was spinning as you exited the palace doors.

You spotted your carriage not far from the base of the steps, Jia looking thoroughly annoyed in the window as she waited for you. Carefully as you could, you made a beeline for the door. You didn’t even give a footman enough time to step down and open the door for you, just throwing it open and clambering in.

“Your Grace-?”

��Just go!” You snapped, waving your hand to signal for the coach to get moving. Seokjin’s letter burned through your clothes, you wanted nothing more than to rip it open and find out for yourself what the King meant by a wedding and what his explanation was. But with Jia sitting across from you, who was eyeing you like a caged animal, you had to wait till you returned home.

The journey to Philos was a long drag you will admit, but the return to Clast Manor felt like ages in comparison. Jia must’ve sensed your agitation as she said nothing the entire way back, not even a word when you stopped for supper at an inn a quarter through the way home. Soon as you arrived back at the manor, you took off towards your bedroom, not even bothering to greet your mother or other siblings. You could hear the murmurings of your family as you clambered up the staircase.

Once behind the safety of your locked chambers, you lit an oil lamp and pulled Seokjin’s letter out from your coat pocket. Your fingers traced over the seal of the prince, staring at the blue wax for a moment. The seal should’ve settled your anxiety yet it continued to bubble deep in your stomach. Breaking open the wax, you unfolded the paper to read what explanation Seokjin might have.

My dearest, Y/N

I’m sorry for such a delay, but I have unfortunate news. Apparently the ball was merely a facade of choice for me, Father has gone behind my back and arranged a marriage between the Maldonian Princess and myself in a fortnight. Upon my refusal, he locked me away in my room and won’t let me out until I agree to the union. With you waiting and about to leave in the morning, I have no other choice but to say yes. By the time you have read this, I will be engaged.

So there was your explanation of the wedding, the King was referencing. Your heart ached at the words, hating the news, but you read on.

I’ve devised a plan though, a plan for you and me to flee Philos and live together far away. Where no one can ever find us ever again. My title shall go to my cousin Hoseok, he shall rule Philos instead of I. Remember all those games and stories we made up where we didn’t have to be king or duke? Those dreams can become our reality! I know it sounds insane, but I’m ready and willing to do it.

For you.

Write back to me as soon as you can and we can begin our plot.

Until I see you again,

Seokjin

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, threatening to fall onto the parchment. Not daring to drop the precious letter, you ran over to your desk and scrambled for fresh parchment. You were soaring above the clouds as you seated yourself down, reading your pen and ink. You held nothing back as you accepted his proposal to run away, ready and willing at any moment he proposed. You didn’t care about the ink droplets that fell or any scribbles of words you misspelled. All that mattered was you sent the letter off at first light.

Without even thinking, you heated up the blue ink your mother had not so subtly been purchasing for you, in hopes you’d find yourself a lover or a wife anytime soon. Pressing your personal seal into the hot wax, you officialized your promise to Seokjin.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the exhaustion of not sleeping at all the night before slowly caught up on you, barely giving you enough time to even properly undress before you collapsed onto your bed. That night you dreamt of your new life with Seokjin. The two of you so far away from anyone you might know, living in a cottage at the edge of the woods, perhaps selling bread to a nearby village. The both of you together, completely happy.

When you woke up the following morning, rushing down to a messenger to send off your letter to Philos at once. Despite the confusion of you just being there, the messenger followed the order and rode off fast as he could. The rest of the day you were in a chipper attitude, something your family was a bit surprised at considering the grim demeanor you held leaving the manor and arriving back last night.

However the happy attitude could last so long.

It should only take a day or two for the prince to respond to your correspondence, but when your messenger arrived back empty handed, you felt the familiar flood of anxiety rush through you again. You dismissed it though, perhaps he’s following through with his father and visiting Maldonia for some reason or other. Waiting a few more days, yet nothing arrived. You crafted another letter and sent it off with a different messenger that night. The only thing that returned was a wedding invitation.

You dropped the letter off in the parlor where your family were all visibly excited about a wedding. The only one sharing your glum mood of the announcement was Jia, who was mourning the loss of such a match. You didn’t even bother telling her it wouldn’t have worked out anyways, just sitting in silence as your littlest sister talked about how pretty a royal wedding was going to be.

The day of the wedding your mother all but dragged you out of bed to go, not even giving you a moment to even feign sickness.

“You must go in support of your future king and friend! I won’t have you wasting away all the work your father did for us to continue to be close friends of the royal family.” She scolded you, throwing wear onto your bed. With your younger siblings staying behind; you, Jia, your mother, and your other brother all got into the carriage and started off towards the capitol.

The city was decorated with ribbons and flowers as crowds of people lined up along the streets, waiting for a chance to get a glimpse at the royals and nobles arriving. You wished to be home at the manor, a nearby kingdom, just anywhere but have the man who broke your heart and made a fool of you stand in front of you and get married.

Exiting the carriage, you joined the line of the court to be escorted into the Grand Hall. With your mother on your arm, she pointed out the things that have changed since her last visit, but her chittering fell on deaf ears, you simply stared off into the distance as the entrance to the Grand Hall grew closer and closer. By the time you had arrived at the threshold, you were greeted by the king.

“Ah, Duke and Dowager Duchess of Clast, lovely to see you both.” The King greeted you as you both bowed before him. Taking your mother’s hand, he pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles. “And you’re looking wonderful, Dowager.”

“Oh thank you, Your Majesty. You’re too kind,” she giggled, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the scene.

“Clast, I'm glad you could make it.” He shook your hand next, “Seokjin has been. . . anxious to hear from you. He’d be so happy to see you’re here.” His grip on your hand tightened as his words began to register with you.

“Wait-”

“Enjoy the wedding,” he released your hand and moved on to the next guest. Your mother pulled you and your siblings in the direction of the pews. The voices of all the people echoing against the walls became muffled as you were seated down in the front of the hall, right in front of the altar. Thoughts were rushing through your mind faster than you could think of them.

Does that mean Seokjin didn’t purposefully not respond? Did he even receive your letters? Did his father know? How did his father know? You had to find Seokjin, perhaps you could come up with some sort of plan and you could still run away together after the wedding. You just had to find him-

The sound of a horn silenced the Grand Hall, everyone falling quiet as they stood and watched the Crown Prince walk down the aisle. The breath was sucked out of your lungs as he walked past you. He looked absolutely regal in his royal wear, his crown placed perfectly on his head, he looked every bit of the prince he was. The only give away there was to his true mood was his eyes; there were dark circles under his eyes, deeper than they were the last time you saw him. When he stopped at the altar, he turned, his eyes surveyed across the court.

His eyes met yours and his gaze sharpened. You felt all the hurt and pain you’ve been feeling returned to you tenfold in that moment alone. You wanted to run to him, scream and cry out for him. Tell him that you did write back, that you did want to run away with him, but you were frozen in your place.

When the music started up again, his eyes snapped to the aisle to watch his bride. He remained focused on the Maldonian Princess standing in front of him. The entire ceremony your eyes never left Seokjin, silently begging- pleading for him to turn and look at you.

But he never did.

#btsghostie #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #bts x reader #bts fluff #kim seokjin fluff #bts angst #kim seokjin angst #bts royalty au #prince seokjin #bts x male reader #kim seokjin x male reader #male reader #kim seokjin fanfic #prince seokjin x reader #bts prince au

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trashinaglass-archive · 4 years

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Sensitive 2.0

Jealous waitress is jealous

A/n: I was reading a Bucky fic that I cannot find again of course that kind of inspired this? It was about Bucky taking reader to dinner and then getting upset bc she flirted with the waiter so he revenge flirted with a waitress. Idk it was messy but somewhere along the way came this.

This is the fic I wrote that became a Chris fic. I was gonna delete it but like fuck that. Here’s Tom.

Opening the door, Tom could barely get out I’m home before he was met by you barreling your way towards him, nearly tackling him with a hug. It had been five long months depending on phone calls, letters, and the few weekend visits. But they were never enough. Nothing could compare to having your boy home until further notice.

Tom laughed at your excitement, knowing it mirrored his own well, but plane rides never fail to suck the energy out of a person. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you gently. Each of you silently taking the other in; finally being together was just blissful.

Eventually, you pulled away, sniffing as you wipe your eyes. “Don’t cry,” he chuckled, smiling as he reached up to wipe a stray tear that appeared at the corner of your eye.

“I just really missed you,” you whispered, Tom pressing his forehead against yours as you spoke.

“Yeah?” He asked, feeling bad for leaving as often and as long as he did. “I’m here. And I’m not leaving.”

. . .

The next day was spent at the Holland home, giving Tom time to see his parents and hang out with his younger brothers. “Any plans?” Nikki asked as she sat next to you. Everyone was outside, you and Nikki sitting on the deck while the boys played football in the garden.

You smiled at the question. “In what way,” you ask, turning to look at her.

She shrugged, “just since he’s home now.”

Nodding, “we have reservations for dinner tonight,” you tell her. Turning back to where the boys are before raising your voice a little higher, “which we should probably be getting ready for.”

Tom looked at you then looked at his watch, checking the time. “She’s right. I’ll see you guys later,” he told his brothers, leaving them to finish their game. He offered you a hand, helping you out of the chair. Both of you giving his mother thanks for lunch and having you over before leaving.

. . .

“I’m excited,” you tell Tom as he drives to the restaurant. You had dressed in your favorite outfit, not too formal but way past just casual. The last time you had date night was way too long ago.

“I am too,” Tom smiled, reaching his hand out to your thigh. You placed yours on top of his, appreciating the warm felling of his skin. “You deserve all the date nights.”

There was a hint of sadness in his tone, making you sigh. “I don’t mind missing out on a few, as long as I get you.” He looked over at you for a second before looking back at the road. Tom took your hand, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles. He parked the car, jogging to your side to open your door, offering you a hand as you step out. Your fingers intertwined as you walked into the restaurant, giving his name for your reservation.

You followed the hostess down the hall where she sat you at a small square table toward the back, thanking her as you both sat down. Not long after, a waitress approached. “How are you doing tonight?” She asked Tom, not bothering to look at you. He looked at you, knowing her intentions but not sure what to do about it. You shrugged, leaning back in your chair.

“We are doing wonderful, thank you,” he replied to her with a short nod. “Can we get a bottle of champagne?”

You noticed the girl purse her lips slightly before answering. “We actually don’t have any tonight. I can get you a beer though.”

Tom looked to you again. “Yeah, that’ll be fine.”

“And I’ll have a Jack and Coke,” you said, having an idea of what the night would look like. “Go ahead and make two.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes as she wrote it down, turning abruptly. “So much for no champagne this evening,” you repeat, pointing out the couple across from you- the waiter popping the new bottle.

“I’m going to ask for a new server,” Tom said as he stood.

“No,” you rejected, grabbing his hand before he could pass you. “It’s fine- she just wants your attention. I’ve dealt with mean girls before. Just... it’s fine.”

He sighed, thinking about it. “I don’t want her ruin our night just because she’s trying to ‘get my attention’.”

“It won’t be ruined, Tom,” you assured him. “Unless she smashes my head in with a pan, it’s fine. I can handle it.”

Tom’s jaw clinched as he looked ahead of him in the restaurant, noticing the girl obnoxiously laughing about something with her coworker. “Alright,” he said sitting back down. “But she does anything...”

“Then you can do whatever you think is necessary,” you finish for him. “I just want a nice dinner.” He looks at you sympathetically before being interrupted.

“Here’s your beer,” the waitress says kindly as she purposefully bends over to set the bottle down in front of Tom. You watch as she stands straight before turning toward you. “And, um,” her hand purposely hits the bottom of her tray, knocking the liquor all over you. “Oops.”

You stand trying to keep the damage minimal, but it was everywhere. “What the fuck is your problem?” Tom asks as he stands, unable to keep the anger contained. There was slight panic in the girl’s eyes, not expecting her favorite celebrity to yell at her.

“It- it was just an accident.”

“I’m not an idiot. I saw you do it on purpose,” he pointed out to her. “Make yourself useful, and get us a waiter that’ll actually do their job and not treat my girlfriend like trash.”

She nodded, small tears appearing in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she looked at you before walking away.

“I’m gonna go clean up in the restroom,” you tell Tom before walking away. He kept his eyes on you until you were out of sight. A few servers came to clean up the area as well as the manager to help diffuse the situation.

Returning with only slightly drier clothes, you saw Tom still standing as he spoke with the manager. They both turn as they hear you approaching.

“I apologize for the actions of our waitress,” he stated. “Your meal is on the house, and she will be fired immediately.”

Your brows furrowed in concern. “Don’t fire her,” you say, worried for her but moreso for yourself. Your biggest fear would be that she would run to twitter telling everyone that you caused her to lose her job.

The man looked slightly confused, looking to Tom once before turning back to you. “We’ll talk about it. Please enjoy the rest of your meal, and let me know if I can do anything for you.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, sitting in the newly dried seat. Tom looked distraught as he messed with the watch around his wrist, shaking his head subtly. “It’s okay.”

“No,” he said quietly, pausing as the new waiter set your two fresh drinks down in front of you then leaving again. “I should’ve asked for a new waiter. I knew something stupid was gonna happen with that girl.” You sat silently for a few seconds, unsure what to say. You never expected her to actually do anything, just some looks and a few comments. “I hate that I can’t take you on a proper date without people trying to sabatoge it.”

“But I still get a date with a cute boy,” you offer, hoping it’ll make him feel better.

“Yeah, and you still got liquor all over your top,” he sighed, looking at the light brown stain covering the fabric.

You sigh in return, wondering what the hell you could say to make him happier. “It’s fine, I have plenty more. And a shopping addiction so it would’ve been forgotten soon anyways.” Tom didn’t reply, obviously starting to hold a grudge against the girl. You rolled your eyes and stood up, moving to where Tom sat, motioning for him to move his seat back. Once he did, you sat yourself in his lap and pressed your forehead to his.

“I love you. That girl doesn’t matter. What she did doesn’t matter. We’ll literally never see her again, so don’t be upset over it. I’d take a hundred drinks spilled on me if it means I get to kiss you and hug you and love you.”

Tom let out a breathy laugh. “Not if I get a say in it,” he joked, lifting his chin to meet your lips in a kiss. You smile, kissing him once more, before standing to get back to your seat, noticing the waiter standing awkwardly in the corner.

“Um,” he coughed. “Ready to order?”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurbs #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb

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thefanciestborrower · 3 years

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Can we have a general summary of all your newsies aus?

Oh yes of course! I actually have been meaning to make something like this for a while to get my thoughts in order lol so thanks a bunch for this ask! These are all gonna he pretty basic so if you have specific questions shoot them my way and I’ll try my best to answer. Everything under the cut cause this got really long oops.

First AU I have is a pretty simple one. Basically it’s the exact same as cannon except Jack has the ability to both shrink himself and others, and no one really knows why. It’s not a normal trait to have of course and it’s his best kept secret, though all the boys know about it. He uses it to keep them safe and warm on cold nights as well as do a little exploring himself. Davey and Les find out about this ability by accident and once Davey stops freaking out about how it’s impossible he becomes insanely curious about it. Though he isn’t exactly okay with being eaten like Jack and the boys are.

This is the AU that my fic sunset warmth takes place in, as well as the recent picture I posted of Jack exploring Crutchie’s mouth.

Next AU that I tend to use a lot is basically tied in super close to @that-gt-and-vore-stuffs pred/prey society AU. We’re pretty good friends so we do end up having a lot of shared ideas and such, and AUs are absolutely among them, though this is one she came up with first. Not much to say about it that she hasn’t already posted about so if you wanna know more then go check out her blog. :)

I have quite a few AUs that are more just slight alterations to the setting and don’t change the actual plot of the show much. Like my naga au. Basically everything is the same except the Jacobs family are all nagas and the newsboys have to get used to the fact that their new kid is half giant snake and could easily eat them if so desired. Hijinks ensue. Oh, and Spot is also a naga. There aren’t many naga families in New York so Spot and Davey actually spent a lot of their childhood together, but grew apart when Spot ran away from home. So imagine Davey’s surprise when he finds out that the ferocious leader of Brooklyn Jack keeps going on about is none other than one of his former best friends

(There is also an au I have where it’s the same thing but reversed. The Jacobs family and Spot are human while the rest of the boys are nagas)

I also have two fantasy AUs. The first au revolves around Jack, a young farm boy who dreams of being a knight. He decides to try and slay a dragon that’s been terrorizing his village, but ends up finding the wrong dragon. A small fluffy lad named Crutchie who’s wings are too small to fly and who would never hurt anyone unprovoked. Basically I have an entire plot planned out for this thing, but the gist of it is that Davey, Les, and Sarah are royalty, Pulitzer is a duke with Snyder still being the warden, Wiesel as the captain of the guard, and the Delanceys as his chief enforcers. Oh, and Kathryn is a lady.

Second fantasy AU is a bit simpler and less plot heavy. In fact it’s more like a dnd game than proper high fantasy anything, and that-gt-and-vore-stuff and I have a little AU inside which this AU is just a game. Either way, it’s pretty straightforward. Davey was a young scholar who joined Jack’s questing party (made up of all the other newsies), and remained with them until an accident occurred, forcing him to disappear. No one knew what had happened and the entire party dropped everything to find him. After almost a year they come across him again. Only he’s changed quite a bit. No longer a quiet, kind scholar who was always the first to get help. He’s been turned into a huge giant. A giant who currently seemed to be sleeping off a meal of what seemed to be all the occupants from a nearby town. Panic ensues especially once Davey wakes up, and a lot of explaining takes place once things calm down. Which takes a while. Davey explains that this happened soon after a spell he was helping Crutchie with backfired. It was supposed to give him the strength of a giant but instead turned him into one with a craving for human, forcing him to run in order to protect his friends. He doesn’t kill the people he eats of course, he knows enough magic to be able to reform them, but he didn’t think the others would want him around. Cue heart wrenching speech from Jack about how he doesn’t dare if Davey is a giant or not and that they’re still a team. Once everything is reconciled the boys start helping Davey learn to control his newfound instincts and all’s well that ends well (That’s the basic stuff, but there’s a lot more plot wise, and some adorable concepts like Davey befriending a horde of young giant children and teaching them how to be nice to humans)

Hhhhhh okay um I think I only have one more AU which is the borrower AU. In this one the Jacobs family are borrowers living in the lodging house, and they’re all deathly afraid of humans. Except Les who ends up befriending Crutchie after being spotted by the boy on accident. He continues to meet with his new friend in secret until one day Davey finds out and just about faints. He actually faints when all his screaming gets the attention of Jack who is less than gentle when it comes to handling small things. There’s a lot of trust issues that need to be sorted out after that, but eventually the borrower family and the lodging house newsboys become inseparable. Especially once Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs take it upon themselves to become honorary parents for all these rowdy human boys

That’s all the AUs I have I think, not including giant stack of one shots I use just for fun when it comes to drawing art and stuff. If you have any questions please fill free to ask! I would love to ramble about these for ages lmao

#this is so horribly convoluted I’m sorry #I get too carried away with plot in these kind of things lmao #but it’s just more fun that way #oh and warning for brief mention of painless digestion and reformation #It’s not detailed or anything but I don’t wanna catch people off guard #soft vore #safe vore #digestion mention #reformation mention #fandom vore #ask #voresies

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gb-fics · 4 years

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The Sexual Implication of Beds

Fanfiction:

Golden Bomber

Note: This fic is Jun-centric, since it’s his birthday today! <3 I actually wanted to write something in relation to the song Abare Kyoku, since Jun is such a fanboy and a few lines are referring to the lyrics indeed. However, since I couldn’t think of a way to include headbanging, etc. into a fic, I looked for another fan habit I could give Jun and ... yeah, here we are XD The story is slight self-parody for my usual kirikyan fanfiction :D

„I’ll get some snacks!“, Yutaka shouted as soon as the car pulled to an halt.

Jun got out on his side of the backseat. He stretched his arms, trying to relax after the long ride. Neither of them was a morning person and they had left Tokyo well past noon. By now, it wasn’t quite dark yet, but twilight had already set in. The streetlights across the parking lot were illuminating their surroundings.

They would arrive at the hotel shortly, but luckily Shou had insisted on a toilet break and Yutaka had whined about his low blood pressure and needing something to eat urgently. Of course, they had stopped only an hour ago for an early dinner, but that certainly didn’t inflict Yutaka’s appetite.

Jun was relieved about the last stop. When he had called the hotel from the restaurant, no one had picked up. The change would come at a short notice now, but at least there was still hope it would be possible to alter their reservation.

“I’m going to look for the toilets”, Shou announced. Yutaka had already dashed across the parking lot and vanished inside the nearest store.

“I’ll check out the store”, Kenji said and looked over at Jun, who shook his head.

“I just want to catch some fresh air”, he lied. It was too warm to spend time outside actually, but he needed an excuse to be left alone. He thought of the air conditioning inside the store and almost grew weak. Although the sun was nearly gone, the air still felt stifling. But he couldn’t give in, even if the chances he’d get through to the hotel this time were low. It was his duty to try. Someone had to. And no one was in a better position than him.

Kenji shrugged and Jun looked after him and Shou taking off, before he got out his phone.

The thing was, that Jun was Kiryuuin Shou’s biggest fan.

He had been from the very first moment he had seen him on stage. He was funny and charismatic and creative and talented and he deserved the world. Jun knew that his admiration seemed more appropriate for a fanboy than for a bandmate. But he didn’t really work with Shou on the music or even the stage programs. Just like the fans, he got confronted with the finished product. And the product always made him marvel at Shou’s wit and genius. Jun wasn’t ashamed to refer to himself as a fanboy, even if he tried to limit his outbursts in Shou’s presence, not to make his bandleader uncomfortable. But as his fanboy, Jun wanted nothing but to see Shou happy. He would do anything to provide him with the happiness he deserved.

Unfortunately, Shou seemed blind to what would make him happy. After all those years, he was still oblivious. But Jun knew. He knew better than Shou what Shou needed and he would make sure he got it in the end.

Jun would make sure, that Kiryuuin Shou noticed his love for Kyan Yutaka, and if it was the last thing he did.

Funnily enough, Yutaka didn’t seem to have noticed, either, that his perfect partner was right in front of him. They treated each other like friends. They were oblivious to the amazing couple they could be.

But even if Shou and Yutaka couldn’t see it yet, Jun had noticed. He had noticed all the small touches, the affectionate gestures, the looks they exchanged. They were meant to be. Jun lived of those little moments, their playful fights, the screenshots the fans posted. They made him trust in the fact that love was real.

He dialled the number of the hotel they were supposed to stay at before the shooting tomorrow.

From Tokyo it was quite a long trip and Kenji had driven all the way so far. Jun had tried to secure the passenger seat for himself - to enable Shou and Yutaka to spend more time together on the backseat, where it was a little more private and their hands could brush against each other accidently, or where on of them could watch the other in secret, while he dozed off. Unfortunately, Shou had won the game of rock, paper, scissor, though, and it was Jun, who had ended up on the backseat with Yutaka. He had been sulking for the entire ride.

Jun pressed the phone to his ear. The screen had heat up and felt uncomfortably warm against his cheek. His shirt was sticking to his back with sweat, too.

It took a while for someone to pick up, but finally the voice of a woman greeted him.

“Hello?”, she asked.

Jun cleared his throat, suddenly nervous. He looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was in earshot. It wasn’t the first time he pulled tricks like this, but he always felt like a criminal. Shou would get mad, if he knew.

“Hello, I’m from Golden Bomber”, he said. “The band that will stay at your hotel tonight. Our staff booked two rooms for us.”

He waited a moment for the woman to check their reservation on her computer.

“Is there a problem with the booking? Would you like to cancel?”, she asked.

“No, no.” Jun spoke hastily now, worried the others might come back, before he had made all the necessary arrangements. “I was just wondering, if we could arrange a change of rooms?”

“I need your booking code for that”, the woman said apologetic. “To confirm your authorization.”

“Sure”, Jun mumbled and quoted the booking code from memory. He had read the confirmation mail their staff had forwarded to them over and over again, until he knew it by heart.

“Great”, the woman announced. “You have booked two rooms with twin beds. Would you like separate rooms? I need to check our capacities for that.”

“No.” Jun cleared his throat again. “You see, this is a little embarrassing. But I would like to change one of the rooms to a regular double bed.”

“That is no problem”, the woman said, still friendly and very professional.

“And, uhm, if I could ask you to be, you know, a little private about it?”, Jun asked. “Me and my bandmate are, you see, kind of an item. But our colleagues don’t know about it. So, it would be good, if it looked like a booking mistake. Like, oops, we only have one twin bed room left. Two of you will have to share a bed. No single rooms available. Would that be possible?”

Although the woman could not see him, Jun felt himself blushing. He felt embarrassed at the thought she might assume he was in a secret relationship with one of the other guys. To Jun, that thought was ridiculous and absurd of course. But she might buy into it. He had figured he’d have to tell this little lie, though, for the greater cause. Shou and Yutaka would thank him later, in a few years, during their anniversary celebration.

“That is no problem at all”, the woman confirmed. “We are here to be of service.”

“Thank you”, Jun said. “We should arrive in about thirty minutes.”

“We are looking forward to your stay”, the woman said.

They exchanged their goodbyes and Jun hung up with a sigh of relief. He hadn’t actually expected it to work out this smoothly. But he had done it. He had done his part to make the world a slightly better place, in which Shou and Yutaka would love each other.

“You called the hotel”, a voice behind him announced.

Jun flinched hard, but relaxed immediately when he turned around and found Kenji standing behind him.

“You are scheming something again, aren’t you?”

Jun smiled slyly.

“I changed our reservation, so Shou and Yutaka will have to share a bed”, he declared proudly.

Kenji sighed and shook his head slightly. The heat didn’t really seem to bother him. While Jun felt awkward and sweaty, Kenji looked like he was modelling for a calendar shooting right now. Relaxed and handsome and in very good shape.

“They will be so mad, if they find out”, he said. “You should really just leave them alone. You can’t force something like that.”

Jun crossed the arms in front of his chest.

“I’m not forcing it”, he said. “I’m helping the natural course of things along.”

Kenji shook his head again.

“I don’t understand, why you want them to be together so badly. They obviously don’t care for each other romantically.”

Jun wiped his forehead absentmindedly. He considered running up to the shop as well to get himself something cold to drink. But then, Shou and Yutaka would probably be back shortly and he didn’t want to delay their trip.

“You don’t understand”, he claimed. He had always been very open with Kenji about his feelings for Shou and Yutaka. Kenji had never shared his enthusiasm, though. He did not seem to believe in their love as much as Jun did.

“They would make each other happy, if they just realized, what is right in front of them. Yutaka is actually very caring of Shou, Shou just doesn’t see it.”

Jun pulled on his shirt, hoping to prevent it from clinging to his chest even more. It was just too hot.

To his surprise, Kenji held out a full water bottle to him. It hadn’t been opened yet and the condensed water on the outside indicated that it had only just left the fridge. It would be cool and refreshing.

“Here”, Kenji said. “When you wanted to stay behind, I figured it was something stupid like that, and not that you didn’t want anything. I thought you’d like a cool drink, so I brought a bottle of water for you.”

Jun took the bottle gratefully and unscrewed the lid. That was typical of Kenji. He was very thoughtful. He also knew that Jun despised the sweet, artificial drinks, that Yutaka and Shou would have chosen.

Greedily Jun drank. The water was so cold, it hurt while he swallowed. He breathed out with relief.

“Thanks”, he announced and put the lid back onto the bottle. “Anyway, what Yutaka and Shou share is really special. Yutaka has always supported Shou, even if he thought some of his ideas were very stupid. To believe so fully in someone and wanting to see them happy even if you disagree – that’s love.”

“I disagree, but whatever you say”, Kenji said and smirked. He had a handsome smirk, too.

Jun turned the water bottle between his hands. His palms were wet from the condensation.

He wished Kenji would understand how much this meant to him.

“Ah, seems they are back”, Kenji observed and nodded across the parking lot.

Jun turned his head and felt something in his chest tightening. There they were, coming out of the grocery store together. After shopping together. Like a couple.

“Hey, Kenji”, Shou called out. “I can drive the last bit, if you are tired. It might be stressful to find the hotel and you drove for quite a while already. Unless you want to.”

“No, that would be great, I could need a break”, Kenji said and tossed the keys at Shou, who had gotten quite close by now.

Shou missed the keys and they hit the ground. He had to bent over and pick them up from the dirty pavement. He did so gingerly. It looked pretty awkward.

“Idiot”, Yutaka scolded him. He took a hearty bite out of an energy bar. The corner of his mouth was already smeared with chocolate. “How can anyone be that clumsy?”

“At least I can eat with dignity”, Shou replied and shot Yutaka a sour glance.

Jun thought their gentle bickering was adorable.

“Can I take the passenger seat now?”, Yutaka changed the topic.

Jun thought that would be a great idea. It would enable Yutaka to gaze at Shou longingly from the side, while Shou kept his eyes on the road, painfully aware of Yutaka’s presence right next to him. Oh, the longing, the pining.

“Actually”, Shou said. “I think Kenji should take the passenger seat. His legs are the longest. He always looks so cramped on the backseat. It can’t be comfortable.”

“According to that logic, you should have traded your seat with Jun earlier”, Yutaka muttered.

Shou shrugged and unlocked the car.

“I’m the leader of this band. The laws of logic don’t apply to me.”

Jun nudged Kenji in the side.

Kenji looked at him. Jun raised his eyebrows.

Kenji exhaled a little too soundly.

“Yutaka can have the passenger seat. I don’t care.”

Jun beamed at him, while he got in on the back himself. Kenji was reliable. Jun could always count on him.

Shou took a while to adjust the driver seat, so he was able to reach the gas pedal at all. Then he started the car, following the instructions of their navigation device.

Jun watched him for a moment. Shou always looked very focused while driving. Jun was surprised he had offered to take over at all. He didn’t mind driving as much as Jun did, but he wasn’t at ease as much as Kenji and Yutaka. He looked pretty, when he was concentrated, though. Jun hoped that Yutaka noticed.

He turned to look at Yutaka. He wasn’t looking at Shou, but out the window. Jun frowned.

He shot a quick glance over at Kenji, who had rested his head against the window and closed his eyes. His features looked very relaxed and even, when he was dozing off like that.

Jun turned his attention back onto Yutaka, staring at the back of his head as if he hoped to make him look over at Shou by sheer force of will.

It didn’t work. Yutaka kept gazing out the window. Jun felt highly frustrated with his bandmates. All three of them did not to understand how romance was supposed to work. At least the air conditioning was working in the car. Jun’s body started to cool down. He felt somewhat less gross and sweaty already.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, he almost dreaded getting out of the car because of the heat. After fixing his luggage from the trunk, Jun felt sweaty again. This wasn’t the season for travelling. It was the season for staying at home and hardly moving at all.

He dragged his suitcase into the lobby of the hotel. Shou and Yutaka only had backpacks with them, Kenji something that looked like a training bag. Only Jun had brought a suitcase and it was actually quite heavy. He regretted not packing more lightly.

Behind the reception desk a young woman with bangs greeted them. Jun wondered, if she was the one, he had talked to on the phone. He hoped she wouldn’t recognize him. Maybe he should have disguised his voice. The safest thing would be to stay quiet.

“Hello, nice to meet you.” As usual, it was Shou who took over the talking. “It’s Golden Bomber. We reserved two rooms for tonight.”

“Yes, of course.” The receptionist beamed at them. “Two twin bed rooms, is that correct?”

Jun’s throat started to feel uncomfortable dry. He licked his lips. Had his plan failed? Had the booking not been changed? Would Shou and Yutaka stay oblivious to their true love forever?

The woman turned to her computer.

“Oh, dear”, she said. She sounded genuinely sorry. Jun was quite sure now, that he recognized her voice from the phone. “I just see there has been a problem with your reservation. We only have one twin bed room left.”

Jun could not see Shou’s expression, since he was standing behind him. Yutaka groaned soundly, though. He still had chocolate sticking to his cheek.

“We can only offer you a regular double bed”, the receptionist continued. Jun had to give her credit for staying throughout professional. If it was up to him, he’d nominate her for the Oscars. “The price will stay the same of course.”

Shou turned around, looking at them questioningly.

“We could split up and look for another hotel. But I’m not sure it’s worth the trouble”, he observed.

“It’s not like we didn’t share beds before”, Jun said hastily.

He was aware that Kenji watched him from the side and was probably smirking.

“Well, I don’t care”, Yutaka said.

Jun took that as a good sign. Of course, he didn’t care. Secretly, he hoped to press his small, sexy body against Shou’s small, sexy body, embracing him, placing kisses all over …

“Okay, we’ll take it”, Shou said and turned back to the receptionist.

She handed him two key cards after he signed the papers.

“307 is the one with the twin beds. 306 the double bed one”, she explained sweetly. “Unfortunately, our elevator is out of service currently. You’ll have to take the stairs. We can get someone to carry your luggage, if you wish.”

Shou waved it off.

Jun thought he had been a little fast to decline the offer. After all, Shou only carried a backpack. It was Jun, who would have to drag a heavy suitcase to the third floor.

“Well, I’m sorry about the inconvenience, guys”, Shou said and held the card with the number 306 out to Kenji demonstratively.

Kenji hesitated and cast a quick glance over at Jun. Jun glared at him. Kenji did not take the card.

“Actually”, he said, obviously highly uncomfortable. Jun knew how much Kenji hated to pick an argument with about anyone. “I think you guys should share the bed. You are much smaller than me and Jun after all.”

Shou furrowed his brow.

“Also”, Jun chimed in. “Yutaka said he wouldn’t mind.”

“Sure, I don’t mind, loser”, Yutaka agreed. “Because I’m sleeping in a twin bed anyway. I don’t care how cramped up you and Kenji are sleeping.”

Jun stared at him wide-eyed. He couldn’t believe his plan would fail like that.

“But … but …”, he stammered. “It’s my birthday this month! Let me chose the room.”

“You wish”, Shou said. “Yutaka may be small, but he takes up the most space. So, we ought to get the twin beds.”

Jun turned to Kenji for help.

Kenji made a face, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It looked oddly cute. He moved like a child, who had gotten caught doing something forbidden. His body was much too tall for such a gesture.

“I think Jun is right”, he said hesitantly. “Doesn’t he deserve to chose his room this month?”

Shou exhaled gravely.

“Fine”, he agreed. “I can share the twin bed room with Jun then. You guys take the double bed.”

“Oi!”, Yutaka shouted. “Don’t make it sound like a sacrifice! If you want Jun to sleep in a twin bed so badly, you can share the bed with Kenji!”

“Rock, paper, scissor?”, Shou suggested.

Yutaka shrugged.

Jun started to panic. Splitting Shou and Yutaka up would be even worse than them not sharing the bed. He hadn’t considered this option at all.

“Fine!”, he shouted hysteric. “We’ll take the double bed. You guys share the twin bed room.”

He snatched the key with the number 306 from Shou’s hand and picked up his suitcase. It was really heavy, but the weight wouldn’t have been a huge problem for Jun. The problem was, that he was awkward and not very good at carrying unwieldy objects in general. He dragged the luggage up the first three steps, aware that he looked completely ridiculous and didn’t exactly manage to storm off impressively.

He was highly upset. Why did Shou and Yutaka struggle against their happiness like that?

“Hey, let me take that”, Kenji said gently and caught up to him, taking the suitcase out of Jun’s hand. He carried it up the stairs easily, his gym bag in the other hand. The weight didn’t seem to bother him at all.

Jun followed him up the stairs, listening closely if Shou and Yutaka were bickering behind them, but they stayed quiet.

On the third floor, they found their doors easily. Of course, they were right next to each other. Kenji dropped Jun’s suitcase, while he waited for him to unlock the door.

Jun waited a moment, until Shou had unlocked the door to the room next to them. Somehow, he was still hoping for a change of mind.

Shou opened the door, holding it open for Yutaka, who walked past him. Jun waited until the door had fallen shut behind them, before he turned back to their own lock.

“Did you see that?”, he asked Kenji excitedly. “Shou held the door open for Yutaka! Usually, they are not that polite around each other. Maybe he is starting to acknowledge his feelings for him? I mean, holding the door open for him has to mean something! You don’t get treatment like that from just anyone. Shou was acting like a real gentleman!”

Jun pushed open their door and entered first.

“A real gentleman, indeed”, Kenji said somewhat dryly, took up Jun’s suitcase again and followed him into the room.

Jun stood frozen and stared onto the bed. It was a double bed alright, but not a very large one. It would be impossible to avoid body contact in it.

“Are you kidding me?”, Jun howled out. “It’s so small! Two people will be pressed together in there!”

“Well”, Kenji said apologetic. “If it’s bothering you, I can …”

Jun turned around to stare at Kenji wide-eyed.

“It would have been perfect!”

Jun imagined Shou and Yutaka having to share that small double bed. Damn, that would have been hot.

Kenji sighed and dropped Jun’s suitcase on the left side of the bed. He knew that Jun preferred to sleep closer to the window than to the door.

Jun sat down on the edge of the bed and hung his head low.

“I was this close”, he muttered. “This close to making all of my dreams come true.”

“If they are attracted to each other, they will figure it out in twin beds, too”, Kenji tried to comfort him.

Jun looked up to him and managed a thankful smile.

“I appreciate you trying, though”, he said. “It’s nice you support me in this. I know you don’t believe in their love.”

Kenji shrugged and started to unpack his things from the training bag.

“Do you mind, if I take a shower first?”, Jun asked. “I feel sweaty and disgusting. I really can’t force you to sleep next to me like that.”

Kenji smiled at him.

“I don’t think you are disgusting, ever”, he said. “But sure, you can go first.”

Jun collected his stuff from the suitcase, before entering the bath. He always brought a lot of cosmetics with him on trips. His hair was usually dry from dying it so often and his skin needed a lot of care, too. That was probably, why his suitcase was always so heavy. That, and the fact that he couldn’t settle for an outfit beforehand and always took too many clothes.

He stepped under the shower, and allowed the warm water to wash away his worries. He wondered, if Shou and Yutaka were taking a shower right now, too. Probably not together, Jun didn’t get his hopes up like that. But maybe Yutaka walked around the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist afterwards, Shou’s eyes following him through the room, taking in his bare skin and wondering, why the sight made him feel so flustered. He’d blush and Yutaka would notice, gently teasing him about it. It wouldn’t cause the ultimate confession yet, of course, just set the right atmosphere for what was going to happen later. Jun knew how stories like these were supposed to go.

He tried not to imagine things between his bandmates too vividly under the shower, though. It got him a little too excited. Two handsome men like that. Way more handsome than Jun himself at least. They would surely look good together.

He turned off the water, drying himself off with a fluffy, white towel. He wrapped it around his waist while getting ready for bed applying moisturizer, brushing his teeth, combing his hair.

Then he walked back into the room. Nudity had never been a big deal between him and Kenji. For Kenji nudity never seemed to be a big deal in any context. Jun did not feel embarrassed, even as Kenji watched him now, while he searched his suitcase for the pyjamas.

“Are you done?”, Kenji assured, after Jun had gotten dressed again and fixed himself a book to read a page before going to sleep.

“Sure”, Jun assured and made himself comfortable on the bed. “You can use the bath now.”

He watched Kenji as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. Those hotel rooms always seemed too small for Kenji. It wasn’t just his height and his broad shoulders that looked weird in this cramped place with the small bed. Kenji usually seemed to burst with joy and enthusiasm and the small room seemed unable to contain his whole personality. When it came to character, Kenji deserved to be on a huge stage all the time, Jun thought.

He turned towards the book he was holding without even opening it.

He thought of Shou and Yutaka next door again. If something happened between them, would he even know? Would they tell their bandmates? For all that Jun knew, they might be in a happy relationship for years already. Shou hadn’t seemed too pleased with the possibility of changing roommates. But then, why not take the chance of sharing the bed? Maybe Yutaka really used up too much space in his sleep.

Jun put aside his book and checked his phone instead. He loved checking out the posts of fans, whom he followed with his fake account. There were usually cute pictures of Shou and Yutaka together. Sometimes, very rarely, there were pictures of himself, too. He always scrolled past them very fast.

Of course, occasionally he felt weird about swooning over his bandmates like this. When he wanted to see them, he didn’t have to stare at pictures on his phone like a creep. He could go over next door and knock. It was different for the fans, who didn’t know them in person. Jun should have a little more respect for their privacy. However, there was something soothing in fading in with the crowd of fans. They all wanted the same thing. They wanted Shou and Yutaka happy together. It was a goal they shared, something that made Jun escape from his own life and his own worries for a little while.

Kenji entered the room again. Jun looked up shortly. Kenji was naked. He hadn’t even bothered with a towel around his waist. Jun looked back onto his mobile screen.

There was a moment of silence, in which Kenji towelled off his hair.

“You think we could hear them, if they banged?”, Jun asked without looking up. “The walls seem to be quite thin.”

Kenji chuckled.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen”, he observed.

Jun sighed.

“You are right. They have twin beds. Nothing will happen between them”, he agreed.

Kenji pulled a goofy face. It did nothing to hide his handsomeness, though.

“I don’t think the problem is the beds.”

Jun shook his head and finally lowered his phone to get a better look at Kenji. He kept his eyes fixed on Kenji’s face, though.

“If they had to share the bed, they’d surely have sex. If there is only one bed, the potential couple is bound to have sex. Don’t you read at all? It’s science.”

Kenji snorted and put the towel over the backrest of the armchair by the window.

“I don’t see how that should be science”, he said.

“Well, think of all the sexual tension it would create. Shou and Yutaka in a bed together this small. Their limbs would brush against each other. They could sense each other’s body heat. The sexual tension would get sheer unbearable. There is only one blanket, too. They’d have to snuggle up to each other, painfully aware of only the thin layer of clothing keeping them apart.”

“Yeah, about the clothing”, Kenji interrupted him. “I kind of thought we’d have separate beds and you know I prefer to sleep naked. I didn’t bring pyjamas. You won’t feel harassed by that, will you?”

Jun waved it off absentmindedly. He had spent so much time around naked Kenji already, sleeping next to him like that wouldn’t feel weird at all.

“Sure, I don’t care”, he said nonchalantly and turned back to his phone.

Kenji pulled back the blanket to sneak in next to Jun. The bed really was small and Kenji took up a large part of it. His upper arm was resting against Jun’s, but there wasn’t enough space for either of them to back off. This would be a very cuddly night.

“Don’t tell me you’re staring at pictures of them again?”, Kenji assured and peaked over Jun’s shoulder.

Jun shuffled a little closer, snuggling up against Kenji’s shoulder, so Kenji could get a good look at his phone screen, too.

“Look at this!”, he said and zoomed in. “The way Yutaka looks at Shou here. Full of hunger and greed and longing and affection. He is clearly in love.”

Kenji sighed. Jun could feel the heaving of his chest against himself.

“I think he is looking past Shou at the buffet actually. You remember? There was a live barbecue that day.”

Jun flicked his tongue and he pulled back from Kenji again, trying to create a distance that was impossible to achieve in the small bed.

“You just lack sense of romance”, he declared.

Kenji gave nothing but a low hum.

Eventually Jun put his mobile aside, picking up his book again. He held it in his hands indecisively. Reading a novel was surely more acceptable than engaging in weird fantasies about his colleagues. But he felt weirdly distracted and unfocused.

“Hey, Jun”, Kenji said softly.

Jun turned his head, surprised to find Kenji had rolled to his side and was watching him currently.

“Why is it so important to you? This whole thing with Shou and Yutaka? It’s really starting to get out of hand lately. I don’t mean to lecture you. I’m worried.”

Jun sighed and put his book back onto the bedside table. He didn’t know where to look, so he kept his eyes on the opposite wall.

“Reality is just unsatisfying”, he confessed lowly. “I’m feeling sick with worry all the time and just … dizzy with everything that’s going on currently. I need to believe in something nice.”

“But why them?”, Kenji asked. He had dropped the topic many times before already, but Jun had the feeling, that today he would keep pushing. “You could believe in world peace. Or romantic comedies. Why Shou and Yutaka?”

Jun exhaled soundly, then he rolled over, too, so he could face Kenji. He was the only one with whom he had ever talked about his obsession. With Kenji he didn’t have secrets. It was work that had brought them together. He knew a handsome, sporty guy like Kenji would never had ended up in Jun’s company otherwise. Still, he was his best friend.

“I just want to believe that a love like that exists. Supporting someone else with a crazy concept like an air band. Always fighting, but knowing you’ll never break up, because your love is just too strong, turning all the arguments gentle and playful. I want to believe someone could look at me the way that … Yutaka looks at barbecues.”

Kenji chuckled at Jun’s admittance. He remembered where Yutaka had looked that day. It hadn’t been at Shou.

“Also”, Jun added. “I really admire you guys, but especially Shou. He is a huge role model for me. It would mean so much to me, if … if we were the same, you know? If he validated the things I felt. It would be great to know he’s in love with another man.”

Kenji reached out, gently touching Jun’s lower arm.

“Hey”, he said quietly. “You don’t need him to feel the same to be valid. And if it’s about wanting to be loved … why don’t you ask for something for yourself? Why not fantasize about Shou yourself, if you admire him so much?”

Jun could hear the hesitation in Kenji’s voice. He didn’t seem too excited about the perspective of Jun crushing on Shou.

Jun smiled sadly.

“I don’t know, for me, the world just seems to be on hard mode. I don’t really believe I could ever find that kind of love and keep it. It’s unrealistic. I want to believe it’s possible for them, though. They deserve it.”

“You deserve it, too”, Kenji said.

“Also, imagining them together is just hot”, Jun added. “I can’t imagine anything that hot involving myself. I’m awkward. I’d ruin my own fantasy.”

Kenji chuckled again and nudged Jun’s chin lightly.

“Okay, fine”, he said, obviously not willing to argue, although he usually scolded Jun for being too self-deprecating. “But why Shou and Yutaka? You might as well ship me with one of them.”

“They have chemistry”, Jun snorted, trying to dismiss the question.

“I do have chemistry with Yutaka as well”, Kenji clarified. “We’re close. And you know, that I actually do like men. Neither Shou nor Yutaka ever confirmed something like that. It would be logical to think of me first.”

Jun looked at Kenji’s chest, instead of meeting his eyes.

He imagined Kenji kissing Yutaka. It didn’t cause the warm fluttering in his chest, that he experienced whenever he imagined Shou and Yutaka together. Instead, his whole stomach bolted and he felt like throwing up.

He raised his gaze, meeting Kenji’s eyes. Their dark brown was tender, as always when he looked at Jun.

“I’m not good at asking for things myself”, Jun confessed quietly, his voice hoarse. “That doesn’t mean I’m selfless. Even if I don’t dare to want something, it doesn’t mean I can bring myself to share.”

Even if Jun didn’t dare to watch Kenji for too long, while he dozed off in the car. Even if he didn’t dare to think about the fact that he wasn’t wearing any clothes right now too intensely. He couldn’t bring himself to even imagine Kenji kissing someone else.

“You know”, Kenji said and reached for Jun’s hand. He took it and placed it against his chest, right above his heart, holding it in place. Jun could not sense his heartbeat, but he sensed how warm Kenji’s body felt and how smooth his skin. “You are allowed to want.”

Jun swallowed hard. He had known he was allowed to want for a long time already. Kenji had made that more than obvious. But still, Jun hadn’t dared.

“If it’s Shou and Yutaka”, he started hesitantly. “It’s not my fault, if it doesn’t work out. I can hope, and I can fantasize. But I don’t have to act on it and I can’t do anything wrong, that will ruin it. I can be happy, when I think about them, but I don’t have to be scared. It will never be my fault and it will never be me getting heartbroken. There is always a risk when you want things for yourself.”

“Don’t be scared”, Kenji whispered.

And Jun looked at him and finally allowed himself to let his eyes linger. He saw Kenji’s handsome features, his beautiful smile, his dark eyes - that always followed Jun through every room. And he allowed himself to feel his body against himself, the heat they were sharing underneath the one blanket. And with Kenji this close to himself, he hardly felt scared at all.

“Oh no”, Yutaka groaned, when the moaning started. The walls of the hotel were so thin, they were able to hear everything perfectly.

“Ha!”, Shou exclaimed happily from the twin bed at the other side of the room. “Told you. Only one bed. It’s science!”

#Golden Bomber #utahiroba jun #Darvish Kenji #Kiryuuin Shou #Kyan Yutaka #fanfiction #fanfic #not sure which one to tag so I'm using both #darupa #kirikyan #Happy birthday Jun~

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LOVE TRIANGLE

POPExREADERxTOPPER

REQUESTED FOR: @letsgofullkook

SUMMARY: a love triangle between readerxtopper and readerxpope

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: underage drinking, smoking, cuss words, angst.

︎A/N- revamping my stuff so I’m just editing for decoration and stuff to make it pop more and draw attention ( no changes to the actual fic ), happy reading :).

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You were currently on hms pogue with John B, Kie, pope, and JJ you were zoning out looking how the suns reflection could be seen from the water of the marsh, you were pulled out of your thoughts when Kie started to talk about the kegger tonight at the boneyard.

“ok so who is going to bring what?“ Kie asked looking to everyone expectantly.

Across the boat you can see JJ smirk “you all already know I’ve got the weed.”

“I’ll have the kegs filled up and take them both to the boneyard.” John B stated

You were about to speak but was cut off suddenly when you felt a cold chill approaching, “hey are you ok y/n?” Pope asked you slightly concerned.

“Yeah dont worry Pope I just got a cold chill suddenly it’s gone now tho.” You smiles sweetly at him for even noticing and then instantly be concerned Pope eyed you suspiciously he could still see chill pumps on your arms so he walked to his bag and pulled out his hoodie, his favorite one that he won’t even let John b or JJ wear.

Instead of Pope handing it to you he put it over your shoulders letting you slip your arms into them then he zipped it up for you, you blushed at the action heart pounding pope smiled at you.

“Really she can wear your hoodie without asking but when we ask nicely you don’t let us? Man I even say please I never say please!” JJ explained shocked

“She isn’t a cluts like John b and doesn’t spill beer everywhere and I cannot have you making my hoodie reek of weed, besides it’s Y/N we are talking about she doesn’t need to ask” Pope state’s non challenger

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way

You were close with all the pogues but you and kie were the closest gossiping with one another about kooks and the boys while you did face masks and painted each other’s nails she knew you had a crush on pope which is odd considering he isn’t your type but he is so smart and it’s almost mysterious and he isn’t afraid to tell random people he wants to be a coroner and then proceed to tell them facts about what happens after you die and you couldn’t help but catch feelings.

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way.

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You and the rest of the pogues were now at the boneyard setting up for the kegger kie brought chips and a speaker to blast music, John b had the kegs and was setting them up, JJ sat down on a big fallen tree with his small contribution his weed, pope had a cooler with ice and more drinks inside while you carried a beach chair and solo cups kie also had you pick up straws for some of the beer in the cooler and it HAD to be recyclable.

“Y/N you know even at parties we have to save the turtles and other animals and our only earth.” She said seriously when you went to object she gave you a stern look.

“Yeah yeah....right the straws” you said kinda scared

“recyclable straws recyclable is important” she hollered after you now you were putting the straws on the table and putting solo cups out to be easily grabbed when you saw a few kooks show up a little earlier probably to set up their own beers and what not

But you couldn’t help but think Topper would be here yes he was dating Sarah but he always flirted with you before and during the relationship you at first hated it but one day when he stopped you realized you miss it so you decided the next time you saw him you would flirt first and so you did he then offered to get you a coffee and eat and you really got to know topper not kook topper, he hated pogues and was rude to them but he has never said anything bad about you atleast not to your face he always bullied the others.

As more people showed up you started to get anxious about toppers arrival you knew he was coming he always does the question was when ? And do you go up and talk to him ? When it’s just him and you you guys always talk about real stuff and you see that topper is just like the rest of us just slightly more perfect and put together.

You decided to start getting drunk to calm your nerves once you had two cups you were tipsy still sober enough to remember things and control yourself but a lot more relaxed and care free you saw pope walk away from taking to a girl and decided to dance with him.

“Pope come dance with me I love this song” you said cheerfully while spinning around

“Fine but If you get sick from spinning I’ll be mad” he laughed grabbing your hand

You and pope danced for 30 mins or something laughing and joking around and then suddenly you caught a glimpse of a tall tan boy with frosted tips along with Sarah and Kelce right by his side a slow song was playing and pope had you facing the entrance to the boneyard suddenly you and topper made eye contact he Gave you a slight nod in which you returned with a smile but it suddenly shifted when he looked away shaking his head so pulled back from pope and started taking his hoodie off

“I’m getting hot from all the Dancing I’m gunna grab a drink and cool off” you told him Pope pulled you into a tight hug that lasted about a minute.

“Thank you for dancing with me I’ve always wanted to slow dance with a pretty girl.” Pope stated shyly scratching the back of his head.

“Aww I’ll slow dance with you anytime handsome” you said blushing getting on your tip toes and kissing his cheek letting it linger for a bit you back off seeing him blush under the moonlight you handed him his hoodie and walked to get a drink.

While waiting in the line for a drink you looked up to see Sarah climbing a red buoy and Kelce and topper trying to get her down safely you looked away not wanting to catch their eyes. You hadn’t noticed but topper gave up as Sarah was being rather difficult while kelce climber up with her to pry her hands off the top of the buoy.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder prying your eyes away from John b trying to impress tourons by juggling some beers, your eyes met a pair of eyes you were all familiar with, topper.

“Hey there ken of the outerbanks, hows it hanging in the Barbie dream house?” You questioned amused

Topper laughed at your nickname you gave him “it isn’t the Barbie dream house when she isn’t my Barbie you’re” topper declared

You and topper during many of your hang outs tho you like to calls them private dates where you just talk and laugh he was wearing a bright salmon polo and khaki shorts with a belt and some sperrberrys to match and let out a little chuckle and said he looked like your old ken doll you have “accidently” taken from school, oops.

Topper laughed “ok ok fine I’ll take it but you have to be my Barbie” he said laughing

“Ok I’ll be the Barbie to you ken”

And hence the day the nicknames had been born. By this time it was your turn to get your drink topper took your cup and filled it up and gave it back to you while he did his.

“Wow who knew topper Thornton could be such a gentlemen” you mocked

“Oh haha you’re so funny aren’t you Barbie” topper said sarcastically

You were about to come up with a remark when he suddenly turned to you stopping you in your tracks looking at you seriously.

“Hey can we like uh talk somewhere?” He questioner awkwardly.

“Yeah of course top Ik a good place” you motioned him to follow you in a set of bushes near the woods looking around once you got there for any horny drunk teens only to find none.

“Is everything ok topper? You’re never really serious unless something is wrong” you said worrying you know a conversation with topper was serious when you said his name and not a nickname.

“I know you’re friends with pope and I’m with Sarah but I can’t talk to Sarah or rafe and Kelce the way I can with you I feel like the real me I had forgotten about and you help me find it again, I don’t know I guess I got slightly jealous seeing you dance with Pope and laughing while wearing his hoodie” topper said quickly

You put your hands on either side of his cheek making him look you in the eyes you stared at him in an adoring way “topper I feel the same but I’m a pogue you’re a kook even though we understand one another not everyone can see it that way, I mean rafe could unfriend you Sarah wouldn’t be around and I don’t want you to lose that because of me” you said softly

“I know I know it just sucks because I do really like you I want To be with you, don’t get me wrong I like Sarah too but I feel pressured because of my parents saying and putting words into my head makes me wonder if I really like her or if I just think I do, but one thing for sure I know I like you” topper stated stepping closer

By this time Sarah was looking for topper him being gone far to long for “getting a drink” when she neared the keg topper was no where insight “hey kie I know you hate me but have you seen topper? He was getting drinks and now he is gone” Sarah explained looking around

“ I saw him walk down the beach following someone too dark to tell who, I know what you’re thinking that I’m saying that to upset you like or whatever but I’m not” kie defended rolling her eyes.

“No I can tell when your lying I believe you thank you” Sarah said walking off in the direction joe pointed too.

“Topper I like you too but I don’t know how this could work and I don’t want to hurt you saying this but I also like pope but we don’t flirt nearly as much as we do he doesn’t know I like him” you said looking down not wanting to hurt him

“ hey hey it’s ok friends who spend all the time together are bound to catch feelings whether it’s one sided or not I’m not upset thank you for being honest” he said smiling softly tucking some hair behind your ear you smiled leaning into his soft touch.

Pope was a little further down the beach then Sarah was pope sat in front of the fire with a marshmallow on a stick while John b laughed at pope trying to teach JJ how to roast a perfect marshmallow for the worlds best s’mores, “JJ you need to hold both hands one on top of the other at the bottom of the stick and then push your marshmallow down at the top till the stick poked through the marshmallow so it won’t fall into the fire and waste the marshmallow, then you hold it just above the flames. No not like that it’s too close you will catch the marshmallow on fire....again. Now you wait 5 mins then rotate it to the other side and then wait 5 mins and do the same all over so it gets a perfect brown shade don’t catch it on fire because one it’s bitter two it is a lot more hot and three some sparks could be left on it that you can’t see and will burn the shit out of your tongue possible 2nd degree burn that grants a hospital visit now you see mine is perfectly brown on all sides now you take your graham crackers and put the marshmallow on one then the chocolate then you sandwich it all together like so and bam you’ve got yourself the worlds best s’more” Pope said with a chefs kiss after he did a technical tutorial on the proper way to make a smore for the poor boy who has never learned how.

“Eww mine looks like toe cheese” JJ said grimacing.

“ I don’t want to know why you know that man.” John b said watching it play out amusingly.

“Just eat it JJ it’s good the best ever honestly, off topic have you seen y/n I havnt seen her in 30 mins” pope asked curiously

“Aww pope you have a crush on the baby pogue” JJ said teasingly

“JJ leave him alone who cares if he likes her damn, but uh I saw her walk the way” John b Pointed in the direction you had went

Pope stood up nodding his head going in that direction to look for the girl he was soo in love with still ahead of Sarah.

You could feel the tension between you and topper being so close to one another he started to lean on slowly and you did too not being in control of your body you were so lost in his eyes your lips finally touched and it was slow and passionate and it felt like time has stopped just as it was getting more heated you heard a twig snap and looked behind topper to see a wide eyed pope standing there.

“ y/n....what’s going on why are you kissing topper ???” Pope asks shocked

“I..I” you stuttered startled that pope who you like caught you kissing another guy you also like

“Topper you there?” You heard Sarah’s voice from behind a tree

“He’s right here” Pope deadpanned looking you straight in the eye

“ topper there yo- what are you two doing?” Sarah asked confused

“We were just talking babe.” Topper said softly

“Yeah If by talking you mean tongues in each other’s mouths” pope said angrily

Sarah stares between you and topper shocked “is..is this true topper?” Sarah asked quietly when topper looked down and didn’t say anything she knew her answer.

“Wow and after all I’ve told you about my past and you do this, you told me you loved me” Sarah said walking away.

“Pope look I ca-“ you were cut off by pope speaking

“No no you don’t get to talk right now, I thought you liked me? I know you never said it but I can pick up some ques, I gave you my favorite hoodie so you were warm I danced with you and I stood for an hour waiting for you and you never showed. Was I just a toy for you to use when topper isn’t here?” Pope asked sad

“What no of course not I like you a lot Pope I really do, but I also like topper as well and I’m so confused I don’t know why or how anything would work with any of us with the no pogue on pogue macking rule and the whole kook vs pogue thing I...I just don’t know” you said ashamed

“Wow, you were just talking shit about topper the other day and now you like him? I’m sorry y/n I can’t do this right now you don’t like me because if you did you wouldn’t have has another guy so pick topper” Pope said tears in his eyes leaving the seen fast.

You looked at topper tears running down your face he immediately wrapped you In his arms rubbing your head as a loud sob shot out of your body and a bunch of oh my gods.

“Hey hey it’s ok just let him cool down and then you can speak it him rationally I’m not mad you like us both I get it all I ask is that you give me a chance and Pope too and then when you’re ready you can choose who you want or choose neither of us” topper said reassuringly.

You pulled out of his embrace nodding your head as you wiped your tears away planning on what to tell pope when everything is calmed down.

#topper #topper outer banks #topper obx #obx fanfiction #obx x reader #obx #outer banks imagines #topper thorton x reader #topper thorton imagine #pope outer banks #pope hayward imagine #pope heyward

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 4 years

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Who will be on the CHOPPING BLOCK!?

Fifteen fics were written following a Theme of [Angst], including the Tropes [Stranger to Lovers] and [Road Trip AU], and with a Character focus on [Harper McIntyre]! Voting determined the 8 who would continue in this competition…

We had fifteen (15) INCREDIBLE fics this round, but, unfortunately, not everyone can move on to the next round. In this round, eight (8) authors are on the CHOPPING BLOCK! Thank you so much to all the authors who participated, and, to the authors who were Chopped, we hope you’ll consider joining future Chopped events, and we are so happy you decided to be a part of Chopped Madness!

Our reviews for these fics can be found under the cut!

The eight authors who have been Chopped are:

Author 1: @iexasheart : You can bloom again [Harper x Clarke] [Rated T]

Qualifying Round Fic: don’t be who you were

Author 2: @shen-gong-oops - Never Gonna Give You Up [Harper x Raven] [Rated T]

Qualifying Round Fic: The Sixth Bride

Author 3: @justwalkedaway: Take back my life (Prove I'm alright) [Harper x Monty] [Rated T]

Qualifying Round Fic: Where is the path to Wonderland?

Author 4: @mobi-on-a-mission - The Hardest Thing [Harper x Emori] [Rated T]

Qualifying Round Fic: 2199 Nights

Author 5: @kuklash: I Need You (Like I Need a Gaping Head Wound) [Harper x Echo] [Rated T] **graphic depictions of violence, major character death**

Qualifying Round Fic: There's Gonna Be a Party When the Wolf Comes Home

Author 6: @hopskipaway - i wanna shoot the whole day down [Harper x Monty] [Rated T] **major character death**

Qualifying Round Fic: i've got a heart in me (i swear)

Author 7: @vmreed: What the Hell is a Pulmonary Embolism? [Harper & Murphy/Clarke] [Rated T

Qualifying Round Fic: How to Kill a Two-Headed Turkey

Author 8: @pawprinterfanfic

Qualifying Round Fic: Simmer Simmer Simmer

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Now that you have been Chopped, all the fics you’ve written in Chopped Madness have been revealed and you can post about your fics! Don’t forget to tag us so we can share!

But don’t be discouraged if you were Chopped this round (or unable to participate)! We’ve created a non-anon collection, where you can submit your fics if you would like to write for other rounds, keep pace with the writing period, etc, in a non-competive way! That’s where you’ll find us!!!! We’d love to read your fics and will gladly share them on our tumblr! The non-anon collection can be found here! To submit your fic to the collection, simply enter ‘chopped_non_anonymous’ as the name of the collection when uploading your fic!!!

Non-Anon AO3 Collection Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Chopped_Non_Anonymous

To all the remaining Chopped Madness Authors, we hope you’re excited for ROUND 2, which starts TONIGHT, 12:00am (EST) March 26th!! Please be sure to check our google doc for theme and trope explanations! Good luck!

@iexasheart Mods’ Review

The concept of this story, with Harper having Nightblood on the Ark and no one knowing or even understanding it, is so cool. It plays such a relevant part to really drive the whole story. Harper and Clarke are such a good ship, they’re a perfect match, like it's shown through the fic, they’re both survivors, they both can push through and make it through anything. This pairing added a nice layer to the story! Harper being kidnapped and held hostage for months was super dark, and very angsty! “She catches bits and pieces of conversations, when she can, and learns that they’re keeping her there just in case she is a Commander. Through her tears, she screams at them that she’s not, that she doesn’t know what this means, but they don’t ever listen.” This was such a good scene, we were genuinely terrified for Harper and so concerned about her. We loved this as a rationale, and that it makes it worse for Harper because she isn’t and doesn’t understand, it was a really nice touch to add an extra layer of angst! We also really loved the catharsis of the moment when Harper finally gets free. Harper getting to express her pure fury and rage was a nice character moment, a chance to let her feel her pain out loud. “She hasn’t moved from that spot, but for the first time in years, Harper takes a deep breath in and feels a fleeting sense of freedom” this quote really captured that moment so well! It was a nice touch to let Harper learn that being a nightblood kept her alive, giving her a chance to see that the thing that caused her so much pain and misery was also what kept her alive, letting her appreciate something unique and special about her! Them digging up Polis together was such a cool scene. It added an extra layer to the scene we saw in canon, and it also gave a little extra mystery (to Harper at least) when Clarke found Lexa’s throne! And the ending, such a nice way to relieve the angst of the story. Them being happy in Eden felt like a natural and easy conclusion to a story where the characters didn’t get much ‘easy’.

@shen-gong-oops Mods’ Review

This fic was ANGSTY. Best friends who were never allowed to hug or touch? Who had to go on a roadtrip in seperate cars just to be able to share an adventure? So good! And Raven being introduced as the surrogate Monty chose was a great way to incorporate the strangers to lovers trope! Also, so cute, that it was so clearly a set up. The fact that they had been planning this trip since they were kids makes the angst hit even harder, the idea that they’ve spent years wanting to get to be normal kids and be together, but they never could. There were a lot of great character moments, but some of our favorites were Raven ironing, and Harper getting to express her anger. Raven ironing felt super in character, a way to maintain order and structure in the chaos, a nice way to show that she likes to be in control of her life, and a nice way to show how much its hurting her that she might not be in control after her accident. Harper getting to express her anger and frustration with the world and its unfairness was very sincere and felt very earned for her character, and it was a nice way to show how Harper was really feeling about the hand she’d been dealt! As soon as you mentioned Raven being an organ donor, we KNEW you were going to have her get hurt, and we were already upset about it, but the scene was so well done. It was angsty and sad, and scary, but by adding that cheesy rom-com joke about Harper having Raven’s heart, you were able to add a little levity and a breath of air to the scene in a way that was super natural and so well timed!

@justwalkedaway Mods’ Review

First off, Monty and Harper feeling like strangers in their own marriage, and coming to realise they loved each other in a different way than they did 10 years ago was such an angsty and super creative way to incorporate the ‘strangers to lovers’ trope! This fic was so angsty, and painful to read! Little things like Monty forgetting their anniversary, and Harper being aware that Monty was attracted to Miller even though they were drifting apart were really great ways to establish where they stood in their relationship! We really enjoyed the ending, with them getting a chance to talk to one another and realise they were on the same page about their feelings, and then letting them start to forge a new path forward. We especially liked the line “They would never have to be strangers again, that their love as friends would help them grow together. Everything was going to be okay.” The paragraph at the end, where you really explained that the connection between them was so good, and allowed for a slight tint of hopefulness for their future while maintaining the angst at a 10!

@mobi-on-a-mission Mods’ Review

This fic used the combination of the character, theme, and tropes so well! Emori x Harper is such a unique pairing, and it definitely works great! The set up of the Mountain Men killing all of Skaikru is really eerie and angsty, it adds a really unsettling air to the fic where you feel like both of them are unsafe at every turn! “I’m an invader too” the idea that Emori is an invader because she was left out to die, and they see her as a stain, an unwelcome piece of their community is so good, this was a really nice character moment! Harper copying Lincoln’s map, and wanting to carry on with their plan to go to the see was a great way to tie canon back in and set up the ‘road trip’ they were going to go on! Emori teaching Harper the same way she taught Murphy was also a really fun addition! Harper waking up screaming from her nightmares to marry an angst plot and a romance plot together, letting them be physically comforting and hold each other through it, this was a really nice detail to incorporate! The story kept you really invested the whole time, and having Harper be kidnapped towards the middle/end of the fic was a really great way to do that. It was an opportunity to add angst and danger, but also a way to show how Emori had grown during their relationship, to not only love Harper, but to put Harper’s safety above her own. “She was always light, so light, so light… She was the sun” this quote is so lovely, and such a nice way to describe Harper!! And that final kiss? “Tears welled in her eyes and smeared against Harper’s skin as they kissed”? So angsty, so good!!

@kuklash Mods’ Review

To start off, 90’s political thriller? Corrupt government officials and spies on the run? Like…someone make this movie for us, but it has to be Chelsey Reist and Tasya Teles as the stars! On to the actual fic though, a kidnapping and being forced to hit the road is a great way to hit all the tropes! Maintaining the kidnapping for a while helped the story feel serious, and made the stakes higher, adding a little fear and letting us know Harper wasn’t going to be safe in the story, which was a great way to add more angst! This fic had a lot of great character moments that really showed who Echo and Harper are in really great ways. “..but she has to stay strong. If she wants to survive she has to be strong”, this line is a great way to show Harper’s characteristics! We loved that Echo was her false name, but Ashe was her real name, and we loved the reveal being a soft moment of peace. It was a nice way to involve a canon element, but in a way that fit the story, because of course a spy on the run wouldn’t give her real name. It was also a nice way to show Echo slowly warming up to Harper! Echo’s death scene was SO well executed, even though we knew they weren’t safe, we were still stunned when she died! And don’t even get us started on the ending, so eerie and creepy and a great way to tie off the story with a slightly ambiguous ending!

@hopskipaway Mods’ Review

The set up for the road trip was great, a nice way to tie the angst directly into that trope, and Harper and Monty never meeting until this point was a great addition. It added the strangers to lovers part, obviously, but there's also a nice amount of angst involved in bonding over the loss of a friend. There were so many nice character beats that really showed Jasper’s bond with all of them, like when Harper knew Monty’s favorite candy just because Jasper had talked about him so much, and how Jasper thought Harper would be cute for Monty. It worked really well to establish how much they all meant to him. We loved the moment of all of them finally arriving at the bar together. It felt very much like a community of strangers who were really joining through loss. We really liked the dynamic of the entire bar scene. “I worked with him.” She wasn’t sure why when someone dies you trade around excuses and explanations of how you knew them, like it was some sort of grief currency.” This line was such a great way to express the uncomfortable feeling that situations like that can have, and it was a nice touch. The delinquents coming together after Jasper’s Death was PAINFUL, and a great way to establish a sort of Found Family dynamic in a way that definitely hit the angst mark! Definitely crying at that last bit. Also, great use of the song Jasper was singing in the Rover being on the Jukebox!!

@vmreed Mods’ Review

Harper’s outsider POV on the Strangers to Lovers Story was such a unique twist on the trope, and the use of a bus crash within the ‘road trip’ was also a really great take on that trope! This fic was a great way to showcase how the tropes we give for Chopped can be used in unexpected ways! This fic had a lot of great character moments too, like Murphy being so obviously grumpy and sullen that Harper knows not to try with the cute Tour Guide move is so good. A nice touch of characterisation that was added in a very natural and interesting way. Harper losing Carl was also a great moment for characterisation! “Carl stopped breathing, and Harper died a little bit too” this was such a sweet touch of angst, and a nice way to show that Harper’s life exists beyond this story, and that she and Carl were friends. We loved the very real action drama of the bus crash, with Harper running back in over and over to save people, the chaos and the fire, the acknowledgement that people actually died. With all those deaths, it sounded like the Road Trip from Hell, but the trio really jumped into action and it was great to see their interactions. The whole scene was an exciting and fun read!

@pawprinter Mods’ Review

The Qualifying Round was so great and your fic was a lot of fun to read! There are so many callbacks to early Bellarke and it was great to see their relationship bounce back on their journey. When Russell warns Bellamy that they can only trust each other...he can only trust Clarke, and then all he does to save her...well, let’s just say this fic gave us all the Bellarke feels!!! The idea of Sanctum beginning anew, and going back to harvest the land, is a very human thing to do on a foreign planet. “The sky glittered with stars, showing constellations he was unfamiliar with. He missed the stars from Earth more than he realized…” This line is so good. Can you imagine looking up and not recognizing any part of the night sky? This is such a cool thing to add, and we loved it! The vines are SO creepy! We loved how creepy and scary you made the Hansel & Gretel fairy tale with the vines scene. It really upped the stakes and had us on the edge of our seats. AND THE ENDING?! Bellamy frantically searching for a cure that likely doesn’t exist, only to stumble upon a mass grave from the cannibal lady in the woods?! INSANE, and SO well executed!

#chopped madness #chopped madness: round 1 #round 1: angst #chopped madness: chopping block #author reveal

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alexannah · 4 years

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MLB: New Fic: The Gabenath Shipper Project

My entry for @wearemiraculous‘s Miraculous Valentines event! Fic will be 9 chapters and answer all 14 prompts. I can’t promise I will have the full thing finished by Valentine’s Day but I will do my best!

Although I’m posting the full first chapter here, I think for future chapters I will only be posting the archive links. Depends how much time I have. I suggest if you want to be notified, you either follow the tag “the gabenath shipper project alexannah” or use one of the archives, because it takes FOREVER for me to tag everyone who liked or reblogged.

AO3 Link ~ FFnet Link

The Gabenath Shipper Project by Alexannah

Summary: Gabriel and Nathalie are in love. Everyone can see it except the two of them. As Valentine’s Day approaches, Adrien rounds up some friends to try and get their ship sailing.

Chapter One: Recruitment (Chapter Prompts: Love/Crush)

“I’ve seen how close you and Nathalie have become …”

Gabriel resisted the urge to groan as Adrien’s words rang in his head for the thousandth time since that conversation.

He knew it was absolute nonsense. If Adrien knew about his secret project, he would understand how ridiculous it was. Gabriel had found himself wondering more about trying to tell him, now as much to get this absurd ideas about him and Nathalie out of his head as for the other reasons.

But every time he found a moment, Adrien would give him a knowing look and start babbling about Nathalie. Not outrightly addressing his ludicrous assessment of Gabriel and Nathalie’s relationship, but clearly trying to steer his father in that direction. It was all Gabriel could do to stop himself blurting out his secret; that was no way to break it to him. Instead he was forced to remove himself from the conversation. Which only seemed to reaffirm Adrien’s erroneous conclusion that the two of them were—were—

He couldn’t even bring himself to think it.

Every time Gabriel looked at Adrien, and saw that grin on his face, he remembered how this whole thing had started. Even right now, when they were standing in Adrien’s classroom surrounded by his peers.

He forcefully looked away from his son, and brought his mind back to the present. (Coming here in person had clearly been a mistake, despite his promise to Nathalie that he would make more of an effort to attend things for Adrien in person.)

Oh no, he thought as movement caught his eye. Adrien was raising his hand …

~*~

Nathalie finished her talk, and there was a slight pause before the applause. Did the students normally clap on Career Day?

Or maybe this was an expression of appreciation that, since Gabriel had missed the actual Career Day some months back, the two of them had come in to give a joint presentation on the fashion industry after Adrien, his teacher, at least two of his classmates and the school principal had between them made about a dozen requests.

“Does anyone have any questions for Mr Agreste or Ms Sancoeur?” Miss Bustier addressed the class.

Half of the class raised their hands, including Adrien, to Nathalie’s surprise.

The first few questions weren’t anything unexpected. Marinette Dupain-Cheng asked several, which Gabriel answered. A very quiet girl with purple hair mumbled a question so quietly her friend had to translate.

“Er … Adrien?” Gabriel finally relented when he was the only one with his hand still in the air.

“The question’s for Nathalie,” Adrien said, sounding suspiciously smug, and Nathalie suddenly had a very bad feeling. “What’s it like working for my father?”

“Adrien!” she and Gabriel both spluttered.

He didn’t look in the least bit cowed. “What?” he asked in far too innocent a voice. “What did I say?”

One of his classmates that Nathalie recognised from the Ladyblog also raised her hand. “I’d like to hear the answer as well,” she said.

All eyes turned to Nathalie, who felt her face heat up with alarm. Gabriel turned to look at her expectantly, and that only made it ten times worse.

“Er …”

The full honest answer was far too complicated, far too personal, and far too secret to relate in front of all these people. Or even Gabriel alone.

If she tried listing the things she enjoyed about the job, she was sure that she would end up giving away her feelings for him. Allowing Gabriel to know she had fallen in love with him would be bad enough, without doing so publicly.

Well … the best defence was a good offence. She mentally apologised to her boss for what she was about to do.

“Oh, he’s an absolute slave-driver,” she said lightly. Gabriel’s jaw dropped, and the class burst into giggles. “Toughest boss in the world. But I get to live in a mansion, and his son’s a real sweetheart.” She winked at Adrien, who blushed slightly, looking pleased.

Gabriel frowned at Nathalie. “Are you saying the only reasons you work for me are free board and Adrien?”

“Of course not. I was teasing. You have your qualities too.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “And they would be?”

“Er …” Oops, how did I get here? “Well … there’s … your passion, and dedication, and … er …”

His face was now as red as she was sure hers was. A very awkward silence fell.

“Any more questions?” Nathalie asked, turning away quickly.

She was greeted with a stunned silence.

“In that case, we should get going,” Gabriel said.

~*~

Adrien jumped to his feet as soon as the door had closed behind them, grinning manically. “You all saw that, right?”

“Dude,” Nino said, sounding impressed. “Your dad and his assistant are so totally crushing on each other.”

“Aww, it’s so beautiful,” Miss Bustier said, wiping her eyes. “Adrien, are they …”

“Not yet,” Adrien said.

“Why the heck not?” Alix demanded. “That romantic tension’s so thick you’d need an axe to cut it!”

“Because my father is at the bottom of the diving end of the denial pool,” Adrien said. “And he’s too stubborn to learn to swim.”

“Nice metaphor,” Alya said. Kim gave Adrien an approving thumbs up.

“Thanks. And I think Nathalie’s convinced he could never see her in that way, despite all the hints I’ve been dropping.”

“Sounds like you need some help,” Marinette suggested.

“Funny you should say that.” Adrien pulled a letter out of his pocket. “Because someone gave me an idea.”

“An idea?”

“Who?”

“Don’t know.” Adrien handed it to Nino, who read it before passing it around the class.

“Whoever it is, they really can’t spell,” Alya commented.

“It must be someone in your household, if it’s printed on Gabriel stationary,” Marinette pointed out.

“I asked my bodyguard if he had sent it, but he swears he didn’t. He likes the idea, though. I have no idea who else could have had access.”

“They wouldn’t have necessarily needed access to your dad’s printer,” Chloé pointed out. “My parents, for example, have had letters and stuff from Mr Agreste many times. He could have simply sent a spare page by accident once.”

“You’re saying it was your parents?” Sabrina asked.

“Of course not. I already asked them.”

Adrien nodded. “And I asked Kagami and her mother as well. It didn’t come from them.”

“But they’re all on board,” Chloé said.

“Wait a moment, Adrien,” Miss Bustier said. “What exactly is this idea?”

Adrien grinned. “Well, you know how Valentine’s Day is coming up …”

To Be Continued ...

#the gabenath shipper project alexannah #gabenath #mlb #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #mlb fanfic #mlb fanfiction #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #mlvalentines2k20 #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #gabriel x nathalie #adrien and nathalie #adrien and gabriel

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nerdylittoyvoid · 6 years

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“Fall Risk” Pt. I

**A/N: This is my first fic I’ve ever written so I decided participating in @writinginstability‘s writing challenge was a great place to start! (Meaning that this way suck and also it’s pretty long oops) The start might seem kind of slow but I promise it’ll get more entertaining! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Pairing: Connor x female! reader (Y/N)

Synopsis: Y/N wants to show Connor what it means to be ‘alive’, but has some accidents along the way.

Being Hank’s niece had its’ downfalls; not hearing from Hank for weeks on end, having to pick him up in the middle of the night from random bars and him not letting Y/N take Sumo for a weekend (being the animal lover you are, Hank couldn’t trust that Y/N would give him back). Despite all of this, he was still your favorite uncle. Under his stern and gruff exterior was a soft soul with a wit sharper than a butcher’s knife, and a particular soft spot for Y/N.

She was only three when Hank’s son had passed away; old enough to remember him, but young enough to forget any details. Her mother had him over more often for several years following the young boy’s passing. She thought having what family he had left surrounding him would make him feel less alone. It didn’t stop his drinking or his hate for androids, but it did create an inseparable bond between Y/N and Hank.

At the age on 23, she was hired on as a rookie detective for the Detroit Police. She felt extremely grateful for finding the career she loved, and pushed herself to be the best she could. Then came the day that a fascinating android came in to help the precinct. Unlike her uncle, Y/N was elated, amazed by the technology by it all and attempted the best she could to work with the machine. Unfortunately for her, that job fell to her older, far more experienced uncle. She remembered meeting the android as if it was just a few weeks ago.

‘DING’

Y/N’s attention moved from her phone to the now opening elevator doors. Quickly scuttling in, she stood in the corner closest to the button panel, where she then pressed the highest level, where her office was. Y/N was helping her uncle out on these new cases with deviants, though her work consisted mainly of paperwork and research pertaining to the investigation of deviants. She let out a small sigh to herself. She loved her job, but she was itching to get out into the field. Something Hank was strongly against.

Y/N was so caught up in her own mind that she didn’t notice the android next to her, absentmindedly flipping a coin in between his hands. She grinned to herself. ‘Amazing how androids can pick up on human quirks’ she thought. To make matters better, (or worse), the android was gorgeous. His warm brown eyes, chocolate curls and square jaw were enough to make anybody swoon.

She looked up at the android. Despite it being incredibly attractive, she was feeling rather bold today, as she sparked conversation, “Did cyberlife teach you that?”

The android caught the coin in between his index and middle fingers and turned to face the girl. This was when she finally noticed his tall stature. She was considerably shorter than him, her head staying level at his shoulder.

“Tossing this coin assists me in processing information and updates pertaining towards my software or investigations. I was programmed this hobby in order to properly assimilate myself in human society.”

And then she heard his voice. The slight monotone of his voice and rasp brought a light blush to her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

“Interesting! So,” Y/N stopped to read the model name on the android’s jacket, “RK800, you’re the model that’s assisting the precinct now?”

“That is correct. I am a prototype. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by Cyberlife”

“Well, Connor, my name is Y/N. I am a human from… well, nowhere really. My parents I suppose,” Y/N chuckled awkwardly.

She cursed herself for being this awkward, and once more for trying to flirt with a robot. “I’m the rookie detective at the DPD.”

Connor’s eyes twitched as his LED blinked yellow.

“Yes, I’ve already scanned you. It would appear that you were a product of your parents as well as billions of years of evolution- “

“Oh no,” Y/N chuckled, “I know that, I was just joking. Sorry, you look so…. Human. I forgot you probably weren’t programmed to analyze humor.”

Connor nodded, still facing closed elevator doors. “Cyberlife has programmed me with any and all software that will help me complete the deviant investigation. Any add-ons that are not beneficial to that mission is a waste of my attention.”

The elevator dinged as the doors opened allowing Y/N to take in the breathtakingly modern office for the DPD. Glass desks, paper thin computers along with the old, brick walls that surrounded the room, all creating a wonderful contrast between antique and modern. Y/N look down at the ground, slightly disappointed at the failed attempt for conversation.

‘He’s an android, Y/N. And your co-worker. Stop acting like a teenager!’ she thought.

Y/n pursed her lips together and turned to Connor before taking her leave. “Understood, it’s a pleasure meeting you.”

Connor’s face remained relatively emotionless, but still pertained an interested and polite expression. He awkwardly moved to the side and extended his arm to let his colleague through before replying, “You as well.”

After that encounter, Y/N started working more closely with Hank and Connor, coming with them to investigate the murder of Carlos Ortiz. She distinctly remembered playing “Don’t you put it in your mouth” from that one famous PSA after Connor analyzed some thyrium, (resulting in Connor’s confusion and Hank’s amusement). Then there was the time that she assisted the two at the Eden Club after reports of two deviant Traci’s. Slowly but surely, Connor started to warm up to her. He would wait at Y/N’s desk in the morning to give her a coffee and began attempting “small talk”, jokes, and compliments.

You were on your way back from the Eden Club with a very confused Connor. He had just spared the two Tracis. His face displayed a slight frown as his LED flashed between yellow and red. Y/N broke the awkward silence, her curiosity becoming too much. “What’s going through that wacky robot brain of yours, Connor?”

“I didn’t execute or apprehend the deviants. I have failed my mission.”

“What if sparing those two was the right thing to do? All they wanted was to be together, that in itself isn’t a crime.” Y/N asked.

“They are machines. The ‘love’ they feel is an error in their programming. They don’t feel,” Connor paused for a second, as if to rethink what to say next, “I acted as if I also had an error in my system. I am beginning to fear that I may be compromised.”

“Would that be such a bad thing? You already have some of the most cutting-edge investigative technology. You’re one of the best detectives in the DPD. What’s so bad about understanding what the deviants that you’re hunting are feeling?”

“It does not fall in line with my mission. I will be reset.”

“So, you worry, or fear that you will be reset?”

“I- well- I suppose that’s a good way of putting it.”

“Fear is an emotion, Connor. You’re becoming deviant.”

“I am not alive. I do not know what it is to be alive.”

Y/N pursed her lips in thought. Without another word, she put on her favourite album.

“What is this?” Connor asked, bewildered.

“You said you would like to try listening to music at some point, right?”

“Yes.”

“This album is called 21st Century Breakdown. It’s by an old band called Green Day, they have a rebellious streak. I listened to them since I was a kid.” Y/N smiled at the nostalgic feeling of listening to the music. Y/N face suddenly lit uo, it was as if a light bulb had appeared over her head. “I have an idea. Take my hand.”

“Why?”

“Shut up and don’t ask questions, Connor.” Y/N laughed at Connor’s confused expression. “’Tis only a joke. Come with me. I want to show you what it is to be alive.”

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attention | jjk.

summary: “It’s like she got my attention for just a second, just one glance and that’s all it took. And now she’s all I can think about.”

genre: fluff, angst and some smut because it’s college! au.

words: 10,260 words.

warnings: drinking mention. smoking mention. vomit mention.

authors note: based loosely on charlie puth’s song attention. i had lots of fun writing this! sorry it took me so long to post again, but i’ve been trying for a long time. i hope you have as fun reading it as i did writing it. also jiimin is highly featured in this fic. - mo

Oh God what was he doing? The music was too loud, the smell of mixed alcohol enough to churn his stomach to the point where he could puke. And to top it all off, he had a pretty girl from his finance course straddling his lap as he sat dazed on Min Yoongi’s sofa. Jungkook was in a bad way, after downing a majority of unfinished drinks and multiple double vodka redbull’s, he was struggling to keep his eyes open. ‘Every. Fucking. Time.’ Are the words that blur through his thoughts as his dizzy gaze scans the living room, it was a small living room-- typical of a student house, probably made to accommodate about ten people maximum at one time, yet the party managed to squeeze about twenty five into the little room which consisted of two sofas, a fire place and a glass coffee table in the middle. He cranes his neck back with a groan, his hands still on the girls hips, Jungkook looks up to her then, ‘Hyerin’s hips’ he thinks, only noting now who he had been flirting with the entire night. Drunkenly his fingers run up and down her thighs and she smiles down at him.

Lazily, he brings his lips up into a smile, trying his best to ignore the fact that he was almost asleep and pretty uninterested by her presence, even if she was on top of him in the middle of a room full of people. There’s not even an attempt to hide his boredom as he slides a hand toward his phone on the sofa cushion beside them, flipping it he hits the home button. “It’s only midnight?” He sighs, pressing himself further back into the couch and running a hand through his hair, he couldn’t wait to go home. Why did all of Min Yoongi’s parties end up like this? Sure, this is what college was all about, but for once, Jungkook would love to remember something from a house party, but clearly tonight is not his night either.

“Lucky for us, imagine all the stuff we could do between now and 3am.” Hyerin whispers, but Jungkook only squints in response as he couldn’t hear her over the music. He doesn’t bother to ask her to repeat herself, because he doesn’t want her to. Jungkook is no playboy, he’s no heart throb of your college, he’s simply a handsome, popular guy, there’s nothing sleazy about him, and that’s exactly why situations such as these make him roll his eyes. Hyerin continues to talk, her hand running up the front of Jungkook’s white t-shirt as he lies closer to the sofa, head tilting to the side to look toward the wall, if anyone was paying attention to either of them, they would clearly see how unimpressed Jungkook was (and probably how absolutely drunk he was too.)

“Jimin! No! Don’t you fucking----!” You screech, running into the living room, stumbling slightly over all the dancing feet before you run to the opposite side of the coffee table, just beside where Jungkook was having so much fun. At the sound of your voice, his deep eyes are dragged from the wall, slight interest finally sparking in his eyes, Hyerin’s hand had fallen from Jungkook’s clothes and her eyes cast unbecomingly over her shoulder at you also. However, you hadn’t paid either of them any attention. Jungkook was staring, his eyes half lidded trying to focus on your smile, the way your hands were out in front of you, fingers splayed as if you were protecting yourself. He was right, you were protecting the white shirt dress you were wearing from one Park Jimin.

“Attention seeker~” Hyerin sings, turning her attention back to Jungkook and cocking a smug smile. Jungkook doesn’t look back to her right away, much rather, he’s trying to work out who you are--- he knows your face, but nothing else. But, he did recognize you from somewhere. Slowly, he lifts umber eyes back to the girl on his lap but simply licks his lips without trying to slur any words just yet. If you were seeking his attention-- well, you got all of it and you weren’t even trying.

“Is she actually?” He murmurs, shifting beneath Hyerin to straighten himself up, just on the odd chance that you did decide to look in his direction rather than at the door.

“Oh yeah, big time. I mean, who wears an over sized white shirt, fishnets and flats to the biggest house party of the year?” Her eyes shoot in your direct again and run down your outfit and Jungkook’s follow, but for different reasons, as a matter of fact, he thought the shirt dress was cute, he thought the flats were practical even if a bit casual and honestly, he couldn’t say anything--- at least you looked like you were having a good time, and he couldn’t say the same thing for himself.

“Don’t you dare-- It’s not funny!” You say, slowly moving around the coffee table, and Jungkooks attention again is stolen away from the girl on his knee. His gaze was drawn to you but was snatched away by the sound of a familiar voice.

“It is funny though, I chased you the whole way in here, without spilling a drop-- I told you, nothing to---” Jimin begins, circling around the coffee table with you, always ending up directly facing you, but as he goes to step over Jungkooks foot, he misses and instead stumbles over it, the drink he had been boasting about keep aloft suddenly projectiles in your direction.

Looking down at your shirt, you notice the giant red stain seeping into the fabric, and in disbelief you run a hand down it, just to clarify that, that did indeed just happen. Jungkook watches on in awe, (ignoring the fact that Hyerin, who had been hit by a drop of the red punch had left in a huff.) his lips part as his eyes trail down the wet stain and then back up to your face, expecting you to be mad, he winces at the thought of Jimin’s fate.

But, the sight of your lips curling up surprises him, and his head tilts to the side, focusing on you and Jimin made him feel a little more sober, it took his mind off the fact that the rest of the room was still spinning, and that the music was blurring in the background. ‘Why is she smiling?’ he thinks, drunkenly giving a short audible laugh which he quickly covers with his hand, in the hopes you would continue ignoring his presence, but you didn’t. He caught you look over at him then, and suddenly he went red.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I tripped over his feet and---” Jimin begins, trying his best to apologise to you through his laughter, and laughing you shake your head, biting your tongue between your teeth as you do so.

“No, Jimin it’s okay, it’s not like I told you to stop chasing me with your drink or anything right?” At that, you pick up a drink from the table, the same colour that had tainted your cute dress. Swirling it in the cup you shrug, a devious glint in your eyes as you look up from the drink and look over the table at Jimin.

“I mean-- accidents happen, don’t they--- OH OOPS!” you stumble forward in the stiffest and most fake way you can, tipping the drink over Jimin’s head, and as if the weight of the liquid had dragged his gaze to the floor, all you can see is the sticky drip fall from Jimin’s fringe. But you see his shoulders shaking, and with that you grin back at him.

Not that you notice, but Jungkook is staring up at you from the sofa, smiling, his eyes glancing between you and Jimin about what had happened, as if he were some silent spectator. And not that he was inclined to admit it, but he was begging for you to look down at him, for some of your attention. Because if you were an attention seeker, you were damn good at getting what you wanted. He opens his mouth, a hand reaching out in attempt to tug at the sleeve of your shirt dress, but he’s cut off by Jimin again--- maybe that’s where he knew your face from, if you were a friend of Jimin, Jungkook was bound to have seen your face before.

“The carpet, holy shit, we need to clean this.” Jimin says, sobering up just enough to notice that you and him had soaked the carpet beneath the coffee table, and quickly, you run to the kitchen and come back with two arms full of kitchen roll. Pushing the kitchen roll into the carpet, you seep out the red juice and Jungkook simply watches over you as you do so. Fingers crossed that you will just look up--- but a panic sets in then, what if you did look up, what was he going to say? ‘Fuck, don’t look up, don’t look up!” He thinks.

“I think that’s okay.” Jimin says, nodding as he pushes himself up from his all fours position and onto his knees. “I’ll put these--” he lifts the pile of kitchen roll, “in the bin-- you go get the bathroom free, wash the stuff off your shirt, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Oh~ sharing a bathroom are we?” You tease, winking.

Jungkook looks over to Jimin, who is trying to hold back a smile, but can’t with the way his eyes sparkle back at you. “Well~ you did throw your drink over my head.”

“Okay, Okay~” You laugh, and with that, he goes, and you watch as he leaves. There was always that nagging thought in the back of your head about whether you had feelings for Jimin or not, after all he was your best friend--- but you don’t dwell on that now. Instead you turn, still kneeling, to be met with a soft pair of umber eyes that take you by surprise. How long had he been sitting there?

“Hi.” There’s a hint of shock, as if it were an impulse greeting, in your voice, but your smile is real nonetheless--- if conversation got boring, you could always talk about the giant, red spreading stain that was all over your shirt.

Jungkook’s breath stopped short, as if his tongue had swollen in his mouth and any words that he would try to say would just sound stupid in the air between you. And so, instead, he takes a short breath as if he is going to speak, but nothing comes out, and awkwardly he glances to the side, trying to focus himself. ‘Why am I so drunk? Why would I only want to talk to her when I’m this drunk?’ He thinks, running a hand through his hair before bringing his tired eyes back to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You say, looking for some life behind his drunk and sleepy looking gaze, and at the sound of your name, his lips curl into a smile, and he does a slight bow in your direction, a bow so low that the front of his fringe sifts your head, causing you to laugh up at him, which spurs a giddy laugh from Jungkook in return. ‘She’s fucking cute.’ He thinks, desperately trying to stop himself from looking like a fool.

“And you are-----” You peruse, tilting your head inquisitively, watching as his eyes look over you skin, into your eyes and scan over your lips slowly and carefully.

He opens his mouth then, a smug smile on his lips, trying to hide the initial surprise that you didn’t already know who he was. “I’m...” he begins, taking your hand from where it had been resting on your knee and into his hands, running his thumb over your knuckles, his eyebrows lift, and for a moment he swore he looked oh so cool, as if he had all your attention in just his hands, but that quickly faded.

“I’m... going to be sick.” He says, quieter than the confident “I’m” he had began with, it was almost whispered, but you were close enough and sober enough to hear him over the music and quickly, you take his hand.

“Oh dear~” You laugh, gently pulling him up off the seat and wrapping an arm around his waist. “Well, I’m going to the bathroom, I guess you can come too.”

Swaying while he walked, he keeps looking at you and down to the way your hand is wrapped around his waist as you help him up the stairs. “Won’t Jimin be mad, if he sees you holding me like this?” He mumbles, winking at you so slowly it’s laughable.

“Why would he be?” You ask, pushing him up another stair.

“Because, I seen the way you two look at each other~” He teases, nudging you in the side which causes you to let go of him for a moment, and he teeters back, almost falling down the stairs had you not gripped onto him again.

“I’m surprised you can see anything.” Finally, you push him into the bathroom and shut the door behind the both of you before locking it.

Taking some toilet paper, you dampen it under the running water from the sink before dabbing it into your dress, attempting to soak some of the stain out, but nothing seems to give, and in your frustration you begin to scrub hard against the fabric. “Come on!” you groan, before throwing the wet paper into the sink.

The sound of Jungkook’s vomit hitting the bottom of the toilet makes your fingers curl against the edge of the sink, poor guy hasn’t had a good night, not at all-- and the party wasn’t even over yet. “How you doing over there?” You say, looking down at his reflection in the mirror, his pretty tan skin suddenly green and pale in the bathroom light, but you can’t help but smile at the heavy and shaky thumbs up he provides as reassurance.

‘KNOCK KNOCK’ “It’s Jimin, are you being sick in there?!”

Opening the door, you give a short look over your shoulder at the boy who had yet to tell you his name, clutching onto the sides of the toilet bowl for dear life while every piece of food and every drop of drink he had touched that day expelled through his mouth. “Not me.”

“Jungkook! What have I told you, why don’t you ever take it easy, I swear....” Jimin nags, crouching down to rub Jungkook’s back, “Was he here when you got here or...?” Jimin asks, looking over his shoulder at you.

“I brought him here, hope that’s okay.” You joke, and Jimin smiles back at you before standing, pulling some toilet paper behind him and breaking it off.

“Did that not come off?” He asks next, tugging your shirt a little where the stain had formed and you shake your head with a sigh, not noticing the frown on his lips as you looked down in disappointment.

Jungkook watched on from the floor, there was something there, that neither you nor Jimin seemed to see--- the way you looked at one another was something different, but every couple of seconds, Jungkooks thoughts diverted from the fact that Jimin was looking at you strangely and were brought to the fact that you were pretty, and gentle and kind enough to literally carry him to the bathroom when you didn’t even know his name and he could barely make a sentence.

Taking the toilet paper from Jimin, your eyes fall to Jungkook and again, his shoulders tense, his fingers curling against the tiles of the cold bathroom floor as you stopped and knelt down in front of him, finally at his eye level. He couldn’t fucking breathe. His sight is blurred and he stinks but god, he thinks you're beautiful. Gently, you wipe the side of his mouth with the tissue, bringing it around to wipe his chin and the other side of his lips and there’s a short gasp which escapes him then. His thoughts scattered, he had never been this drunk before--- if this is what being drunk was?

“You feel better?” You laugh, dumping the tissue in the toilet and flushing it without looking at the contents of Jungkook’s stomach. Jungkook looks to you, lazy smile on his lips, head canting to one side, but swiftly he looks up to Jimin, standing behind you with his hands in his pockets, looking down with the same amount of care in his eyes as you. And Jungkook gives a short nod.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

Dragging himself out of bed the next morning was painful, but Jeon Jungkook is no quitter and he planned on taking that 9am lecture by storm, even if it killed him. Pulling on a hoddie and a pair of jeans, he spruced himself up by incorporating a denim jacket over his hoodie before dousing himself in a mixture of deodorant and after shave. The constant knocking on his dorm door seemed to mix in with his hang over head ache, and so, it took him a good five minutes to answer it, albeit opening the door with a toothbrush in his mouth and his face covered in toothpaste is always a risky move.

“Hurry up, we’re going to be late!” Taehyung groans, his messy hair and crinkled t-shirt spelling out the perfect ‘i don’t give a fuck’ look.

“Two minutes.” Jungkook mumbles, putting a hand beneath his chin to prevent the toothpaste from dripping onto his carpet. He must have brushed his teeth for a good five minutes in attempt to get the awful taste of vomit out of his mouth, but by 8.45 he was ready, and quickly he grabbed his back pack and shoved Taehyung out the door before shutting it behind him, ready to tell the few memories he had of last night to his best friend.

“You should see how they look at each other, Taehyung. I swear, it was the most obvious thing I think I’ve ever seen in my life.” Jungkook says, a hint of disappointment filling his voice as he looked up to the older boy.

“Wait wait-- why are you saying it like that, you only met this girl last night and you’re already jealous she’s hanging out with Jimin?” Taehyung questions, brows furrowed in confusion at the fast paced wanderlust that has seemed to over come Jungkook.

“No, I’m not jealous it’s just--- I’d never seen her before, and last night from the moment I saw her, I couldn’t....unsee her, y’know?” He explains, fumbling his hands in a circle to show that he found it hard to find the words to explain this predicament. “It’s like she got my attention for just a second, just one glance and that’s all it took. And now she’s all I can think about since then.”

“Get her instagram up, I want to see her.” Taehyung says, pointing to Jungkooks phone in his pocket. And immediately, and naively the younger boy does as he is told and pulls out his phone and opens your instagram,

“It’s private.” He sighs, frowning, obviously somewhat flustered by the fact that Jimin is and always will be closer to you. After all, the little ‘followed by park.jimin’ at the top of your account was just a blatant reminder of that.

“So?” Taehyung says, quickly snatching the phone from Jungkook and tapping the ‘request follow’ button. “Fixed. Easy peasy!”

Taking his phone back, Jungkook is both ready to throttle Taehyung, but also thank him. He needed an excuse to follow you, to know you. After all, you had his attention from the first word you said last night---even if that first word was “Jimin!”

JUNGKOOK97 HAS REQUESTED TO FOLLOW YOU.

“He must have remembered something from last night then.” You laugh, turning to show Jimin your screen, and gently he takes the phone from you before clicking ‘allow follow’.

“I think he’s taking a shine to you~” Jimin teases, handing your phone back to you with a wink. That makes you go pink-- both the thought of the drunken, helpless vomiting boy from last night having a crush on you simply due to your kindness, and the fact that Jimin was suggesting it. Even Jimin couldn’t believe what he had just suggested, because if anything last night-- he was a little sad that your attention had been split in two between himself and Jungkook.

“No---” You murmur, looking down at your phone, no he’s just being nice.

“Didn’t you see how he was looking at you when you wiped his face?” Jimin laughs, trying to stop himself from fucking pushing this any further. Honestly, Jimin was slightly protective of you--- and when he saw how Jungkook looked at you from the bathroom floor. As if he just wanted you to look at him, talk to him, shine on him and dote on him, Jimin could feel himself go green with envy.

“He was drunk! He would look at everyone like that!” You explain, pretending you hadn’t noticed the fact that Jungkook did look like (if he hadn’t just been sick) he would have kissed you then and there. It’s a thought that plagued your dreams last night for hours. Because it was blatantly obvious that whatever state of mind that poor guy was in--- he had taken a shine to you indeed. But you would never admit that. Jungkook wasn’t going to admit it. And Jimin, wasn’t going to persuade you about it.

“Fine then, he wasn’t.” Jimin shrugs it off with a smile, tilting his head at you as you look down to your phone. ‘But he was...’ “Listen, I’m going to go to the cafe and study instead of the lecture, will you pass me the notes round later?” He shoots you a pleading smile.

“I don’t know...” you roll your eyes.

“Please?” He laughs, nudging you as you walk toward the lecture hall.

“Fine.” You sigh, as he splits off toward the exit door. “But you owe me!”

“I owe you about twenty!” He laughs, not turning around but simply lifting his hand as a good bye. And with a huff, you walk on down the hall, mind swirling with the thoughts of the party and how odd Jimin had just been with the whole idea of Jungkook liking you. Since when was Jimin the kind to tease you about other boys? Never, is the answer to that question.

You must have been too deep in your thoughts because just as your mind pondered what happened last night in Min Yoongi’s bathroom, you collide with someones shoulder, face first of course.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” A familiar voice says, however, it’s talking faster than you remember, it’s clearer than it was before.

Looking up, you didn’t expect to see Jungkook standing there, maybe before, you wouldn’t have noticed him around, but after last night, he just seemed to be grabbing your attention. “It’s okay, I walked into you, it’s my bad.” You laugh. “I see you’re feeling better after yesterday, huh?”

His lips part, surprised that you actually kept a conversation with him-- really he thought you would just go back to not acknowledging his existence and walk on. Last night was just a drunken episode that you both would go onto forget. He didn’t assume you would be so nice, after all, most of the time, people who get called attention seekers generally aren’t nice people. “Yeah--- a lot better, you really saved me last night.” His smile is gentle, his thoughts thinking of how you wiped his lips, how close you were just kneeling in front of him. “How’s the shirt?”

“I’m surprised you even remember the shirt!” You exclaim, and embarrassed he drags his umber eyes away, biting his tongue nodding.

“I remember-- I was bad, but I remember Jimin throwing the red drink all over you, it was probably the highlight of my night, aside from---” He seems to talk without thinking, about to tell you that the highlight of his night was getting to talk to you, or letting you touch him. “No, just that was the highlight.” He stops himself with a brief laugh.

“Well-- the shirts dead, died a slow and painful death of two machine washes. But man, you were in an awful state-- sorry about your girlfriend by the way, she doesn’t like me very much.” You whisper, hands in your pockets and leaning forward as if Hyerin could be anywhere.

Jungkook leans forward then, brows furrowed but a confused smile on his lips, “she’s not my girlfriend, she just sat on my knee.” You could feel his breath on your skin, did he know how close he was to you right now? You bring your eyes up for just a moment, but he didn’t budge, an air of confidence that hadn’t been there before suddenly so obviously there now.

Well-- that’s somewhat humiliating, and you feel a heat rise to your cheeks and a laugh swell in your chest as you shake your head, “oh, well, you can’t blame me for assuming, y’know.”

He should blame you, he didn’t want you to think Hyerin was his girlfriend, he wanted you to assume the complete opposite. He wanted you know that he was single, available, and had the obvious symptoms of a short term crush. “I can too blame you.” He teases, poking at your shoulder.

And with a wry smile you prod his shoulder back, slightly tougher than he did to you, “then I can blame you for assuming I was going out with Jimin, can’t I?”

Jungkook’s smile only grows at that, you got him there. But the difference between Jungkook and Hyerin and you and Jimin is that, you look at Jimin when he looks away, and Jimin looks at you when you look away. Neither of you had a clue. Jungkook and Hyerin just didn’t look at each other the way you and Jimin did, full stop.

“Fine then, blame me.” He tilts his head, suddenly full of confidence and you nod your head,

“Oh you’re blamed alright, Jeon Jungkook.” You smile, hands still in your pockets. “My lecture starts in 5, so I better go...” You murmur, backing away slowly toward your doors, and Jungkook gives you a disappointed goodbye smile as you do so.

“Wait, Y/N.” He calls, just as your almost out of reach.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for saving me last night.”

“Anytime.” You smile, eyes falling to the floor in bashfulness.

The shuffling of papers as you set them down on the desk causes Jimin to look up, pulling his earphones out of his ears as he looks up at you, a grateful smile on his lips present as his gaze follows you while you sit down to face him. He always liked to study in this café, it was a spot you two had picked in your first week of college, down to the very seats you were sitting in now and it hadn’t changed since.

“You’re welcome.” You say, taking out your notebooks and a pen and setting them on the table between you both. It was inevitable-- you and Jimin never did any work while you were together, probably because you always had something to say to each other, always something you wanted to share. It was common knowledge that if you knew about something, Park Jimin almost definitely knew about it as well.

“I seen you bump into Jungkook.” He raises his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

“Shut up.” You pout, eyes falling away from him immediately. If it hadn’t been for the awkward and vague thoughts you had about Jimin in the back of your mind, you probably could have spared Jungkook a second thought-- you suppose he is handsome, he seems nice, a little awkward but perhaps--- you think, that’s because he might have been thinking of you. ‘No’ you think, ‘why would he be?’

“I’m just saying~ he lit up a bit when you gave him some attention.” Jimin smirks, looking down to your paper, the scoff in his throat a mixture of amusement and something else. ‘Of course he wants your attention-- he’s such an attention seeker.’ He thinks to himself.

It’s a common thing, people hate people who like attention, who get attention-- perhaps they’re jealous or perhaps they think, to go out of the way to impress someone you like is just too much. But, personally, you don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. After all, that’s how you ended up so close to Jimin, you got his attention five years ago in school, he was shyer then, not a fan of mass attention in the slightest, so when he tipped his paint water over Jung Hoseok accidentally, making the whole class cheer, you noticed him go red, freaking out as he scrambled for paper, his eyes sparkling as if he were going to cry. You one up’d him, squeezing a tube of paint over the teachers suit. Both of you were sent to detention, but you took most of the barrage. And you had most of his attention ever since.

After four hours of attempting to study, you drop your pen on the ink filled page and tug at Jimin’s sleeve. “Wanna’ grab something to eat?” You ask, but your tone is more demanding than suggestive as you quickly begin to pack your things back into your bag and with that he follows suit.

“Where do you want to go?” He asks, standing and following you out the door of the cafe into the coldness of the street.

“That pizza place just around the corner. Y’know, the one with the really good cheese?”

He groans in agreement, that was probably his favourite pizza place and he’s not going to argue with you about going there, much rather, he takes you by the wrist so that you would walk faster.

It was warm inside the restaurant, most people there were dressed smart-casual, but you and Jimin simply walked in without changing from your uni attire-- a simple hoodie and a pair of jeans, you had a t-shirt on underneath if that was any consolation. And as you walk to find a nice little booth, Jimin stops abruptly, so much so that you walk into his back. You watch as he laughs, with a swift look over his shoulder at you and gently you shove him, laughing in response. You hated when he did that, but you had to admit, it was almost always funny.

“What brings you here?” You hear from the booth in front of you and the one Jimin was looking into.

“Oh nothing, we just got a bit peckish from all the studying, so we thought we would drop in here for dinner.” Jimin answers, his thumb playing with the strap of his bag, eyes looking down fondly at whoever sat in the booth. Must have run into someone he knows--- not that it was uncommon, after all, everybody liked Jimin.

“We?” The voice repeats him, “Who’s we?”

Shifting past Jimin, you stand beside him to finally see who’s in the booth, and with a short wave, you smile at the sight of Jungkook sitting there, dressed in a white shirt and belted jeans. “I’m we.” You say, looking across the booth to see Hyerin facing him before you dart your gaze back to Jungkook, not expecting to see what you saw, a grin, so much so that it was like his eyes were smiling on their own, his nose crinkled, like a bunny and it sifts a breathed laugh from your lips. --It’s as if, all his attention was yours. And all your attention was his just for that moment, and even if you did like Jimin, you never ever had all his attention like this.

“Well-- you guys are never going to find a booth, it’s packed in here, you should sit with us.” Jungkook says, not taking his eyes off you as he speaks, his fingers fidgeting nervously with his napkin.

You look to Jimin then, innocent smile suggesting that you didn’t mind where you sat, but Jimin was already quick to accept the invitation as he slid in to sit beside Hyerin, knowing fine well that she wasn’t your biggest fan, and you were indifferent to her harsh words and ways anyway, and happily you slide in beside Jungkook.

Lifting the giant menu, it covers both you and Jungkook and immediately you feel your stomach feel empty at the sight of all the food, you couldn’t wait to pick something and your eyes scan down the menu. “Everything here is so good, i don’t know what to get.” You mumble.

“I know right, the worst thing about this place is that it’s just too good.” He jokes, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in disgust at how great this place was, and it only makes you laugh.

“How about I order for you and you order for me?” You suggest with complete innocent intent, but it still makes Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink. ‘That’s such a cute idea.’ he thinks.

“Yeah! Hope you like something spicy.” he jokes, pointing toward the picture of pizza on fire in the bottom corner of the menu.

“Hey! Stop flirting behind that menu.” Jimin scolds, and you push the menu down, brows furrowed at him as he smiles mockingly across the table at you.

“Excuse me, we’re not flirting, he is a dating man, obviously.” You say, directing their attention to Hyerin.

“It’s not a date!” Jungkook intervenes, putting his hands up defensively, “we were going to talk about finance and other boring stuff.”

Hyerin smiles a short smile, obviously uninterested in the teasing conversation around her, and you mouth a silent ‘oops’ to Jimin.

Over dinner, you noticed Jimin brought out a brighter side to Hyerin, she was laughing and talking more than she usually would have, but only for Jimin. She slid her hand over his when they both reached for the salt, and you watched as it all happened.

However, while those two seemed wrapped up in their own little world, you and Jungkook were back in reality, neither of you realising the fact that you were sitting so close to one another, that your legs were touching, or that when you turned to laugh at something he said, you could practically taste the cologne off his neck.

“Here, taste the one you picked.” He says, lifting a slice of his pizza and holding it out for you to take a bite-- your eyes fall to the pizza and then up to Jungkook, he nods at you reassuringly. And you do as he asks, your eyes glancing to the waitress who ‘aw’d’ as she walked past, and the thought of just how you two may have come across causes you to cover your mouth as you chew.

“I have such good taste!” You say once you swallowed, before picking up a piece of the pizza he had picked and lifted it in the same way he had, “you try yours.”

“I don’t do spicy.” He shakes his head.

“You picked spicy, you try it.” You coax him. “Or are you chicken?”

His mouth forms a smile before dropping into a look of feigned yet scandalized shock, gently he takes you by the wrist and guides the pizza to his mouth before taking the biggest bite he could muster, looking down at you as he did so. And you do nothing but bite your lip in attempt to stop the laughter from stifling out.

He last about ten seconds after that, just enough time to say, “I’m no chicken.” Before his shaky hand reaches for the water jug in the middle of the table, you hold his hands steady as he pours the water, and you don’t notice the fact that he’s watching your hands on his, and he can’t help but feel that this little crush is growing into something much bigger. When he saw you step out from behind Jimin about an hour ago, he would never be inclined to admit that he was ecstatic to see you standing there, he wasn’t going to admit that he jealous that you showed up with Jimin, and when you sat beside him, he couldn’t believe his luck.

Shaking, he brings the glass to his lips, and you watch both amused and somewhat guilty for making him eat the spicy pizza you had been enjoying so much. “You really can’t handle spicy.” You laugh and at that, he laughs too, water tipping from the edge of the glass onto his shirt.

“Oh shit.” He laughs, swiftly, you take your napkin and you don’t know why you don’t just hand them to him, but rather, you dab the moisture off his chest and torso without looking up to his face.

“You’re a mess, sober and drunk, y’know that.” You laugh, still not noticing how he was looking down as you dabbed his shirt. His teeth biting into his bottom lip, eyes looking down at you adoringly for just a moment before he notices you’re about to look up. But when you do eventually bring your gaze from the napkin, you look to Jimin first, despite Jungkook’s eyes still being on you.

“Wow~ you two got close fast.” Jimin says, but there’s something mean about the way he said it, but rather than pick a fight now, you decide to wait until later.

Jungkook and you continued to revel in each other’s attention, just as you had before Jimin’s comment. You learned a bit about him then, his birthday, his interests, his dreams. and honestly, it wasn’t what you expected from the boy heaving up the remains of his stomach into Min Yoongi’s bathroom the night before. You couldn’t help but look up to him in awe, you tried to stop yourself, honestly you did--- but he had your attention, every last ounce of it.

‘She’s so cool’ he thinks, hearing about your dreams and your ambitions, the fact you had been saving for three years to travel the world, the fact you can’t learn just one thing at once, you needed to learn multiple, your mums name, your dogs name, everything. And just as you looked up to him in awe, he looked down at you with complete enthrallment, and if either of you just inched a bit forward, or tilted your head just a centimeter, there’s no doubt you would have felt the spark that had been in both of your eyes the whole damn night.

“Do you guys want to go get drinks?” Hyerin’s voice interrupts the little silence you and Jungkook were basking in--- both waiting for the other to address that stirring feeling you never felt before, not with Jimin, not with anyone.

“Yes!” you and Jungkook say at the same time. And with that, your attention is finally brought back to Jimin, and your eyes trail down his face to his arm, if you didn’t know any better, they were holding hands under the table. This dinner had taken a strange turn. And you’re unsure as to whether you’re jealous, or whether you’re just sad that he’s not looking at you now.

In short, you shouldn’t have went for drinks, after a couple of cocktails, your legs weren’t in the best shape to walk on their own, and every time someone wanted to go for a smoke in the smoking area, you found yourself having to hold someones hand on the way up the stairs to get to the roof, which was decorated with little fairy lights and ivy, the benches surrounded by warm heat lamps.(which was a bonus because you took your hoodie off to look somewhat respectable in your t-shirt and jeans.) Yet, your fingers intertwined with Jungkook’s on these journeys up and down the stairs, it felt homely to have your hand locked with his. As if it was natural. They fit together and you hadn’‘t noticed (mainly because you were doing the same thing) but every time your hands were interlaced, Jungkook looked down fondly at them.

Taking a cigarette, Jungkook puts it to his lips, his umber eyes watching as you stared at Jimin, who was looking back at you with a look of contempt in his eyes. You wanted to know what his problem was, because honestly, you didn’t understand, hadn’t he been teasing you about Jungkook for the entire day? If anything, shouldn’t you be mad at him? He knows how Hyerin treats you. Jungkook’s eyes are still on you as he lights up his cigarette and inhales, the smoke hitting the back of his throat coming as a shock, he splutters and coughs it out just seconds later.

Laughing, you put a hand on Jungkook’s back, rubbing up and down before giving him a pat for good measure, stooping over the way he was, you catch his eyes, “You okay?”

He looks to the cigarette between his fingers before sifting a breathed laugh, “yeah, peachy, don’t worry about me. How are the legs?”

“Still wobbly.”

“You’re kind of wobbly all over.” He laughs, mimicking your swaying, and gently you shove him for his teasing. “Hey! Now we’re even. You’ve seen me drunk and I’ve seen you drunk-- it’s okay.” He laughs.

“I’m not being sick everywhere, there’s a difference.” You point out, noticing that you had completely stopped paying attention to Jimin.

“Hey, it’s late, we should get going.” Jimin says, suddenly in front of you, hand outstretched to help you up.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You agree, standing and taking his hand.

“We’re going to stay and finish these.” Hyerin remarks, holding up her fresh cigarette and Jimin gives a short nod before you both say your good byes.

“See you soon!” You call as you walk down the steps and Jungkook shouts back a louder, “See you!” Before you and Jimin walk off into the night.

“He’s such an attention seeker.” There’s a meanness in Jimin’s voice then as he squeezes your hand, the boyish laugh he gives to his sentence not making it any less malicious than it originally came across. “I mean it’s crazy.”

“Hey, don’t say that about him, that’s not nice.” You say, stumbling a little.

“Doesn’t matter if it’s nice, I’m just saying it’s true.” Jimin shrugs. “I mean, the whole spilling water over himself in the restaurant, come on, he totally did that so you would help him.” He looks away from you as he says it, almost as if he didn’t want you to think he was jealous about what happened. He pouts as his face is lit by the passing streetlights, gently weighing his hand back and forth so that your arms were swinging gently in the night breeze, as if to try and divert some of the tension that he had obviously created. But it didn’t ease your frustration with him, after all, you had been irritated by his subtle gazes ever since the restaurant.

“It was spicy, he said he didn’t want to try it so I made him, he was sweating, plus I made him laugh while he was drinking the water, chill out and leave him alone.” You bite, turning your head the opposite way from Jimin to look down the rows of houses, some with lights on and some with lights off. You knew exactly how it felt to be seen as someone who seeks out attention like you need it to live. You know what it’s like to be called an attention seeker as if you don’t actually have feelings that need catered to. So to hear your best friend use the insult so casually and callously about someone who hadn’t done anything wrong is just heart breaking--- more so, to hear your best friend say such things about his fellow friend is disheartening in itself.

“And the smoking thing---” Jimin says, getting more riled up, “Y/N, he doesn’t even smoke, he’s never smoked, he just did that because you were looking at me instead of him for the first time tonight, the whole coughing fit was just to get you to pet him and dote on him, honestly, he was just begging for your attention the whole night, I wouldn’t even be surprised,” Jimin scoffs, his eyes floating back to you, the smile on his face a contradiction to the meanness of his words, “I wouldn’t even be surprised if he faked being sick just so you would sit in the bathroom with him, I mean if I hadn’t showed up, I think he would have made a move.”

“Y’know---” You begin, turning back to him, frown evident and a look of disgust on your expression, “You know people call me an attention seeker, and you know how much it hurts my feelings and you know that the things that get me called those names are never on purpose or to steal the spotlight, they just happen, and yet, you’re low enough to accuse this guy of being an attention seeker why? Because it’s my attention he wants? Does that make you mad, Jimin?”

“Well you are a bit of an attention seeker.” Jimin shrugs, not even acknowledging the second part of what you said-- the implication that he may only be mad because it’s your attention Jungkook wants. “Just two weeks ago at Kim Namjoon’s house party you got on his dining table and danced--- Hyerin said that’s because I wasn’t looking at you.”

At that, you let go of his hand, finding the strength to walk on your own with your anger. “Oh, so you listen to Hyerin now? Is that it? I danced on Namjoon’s dining table because I was dared to in truth or dare. The forfeit was to sleep with whoever the bottle landed on next. Did you know that? No. Because spreading that around would only get me more attention.. But you know what--” You begin walking away shaking your head, “you listen to Hyerin, she knows me better than you do anyway, I only got on that table because you wouldn’t look at me, sure.” The sarcasm in your tone is sharp. “I don’t know who you think you are Jimin, but if you think all I am is some attention seeker, who does things to get people--- no, to get you to look at me, then that makes you an asshole.”

“Hey don’t go-- look the taxi is coming in five minutes, just wait, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, let’s talk about it.”

“I’d rather walk.” You reply, not turning around to see him standing there, hands raking through his hair. Maybe Jimin didn’t have any of your attention for the whole night, but he just got an immense amount of it there now, and he couldn’t handle it.

Two nights later and Jungkook had a dilemma, a big one. Three times. He had spoken to you three times now and each time he can’t stop thinking about how sweet you look, whether it be in a stained t-shirt dress or in a hoodie and jeans on your way to a 9am lecture or a t-shirt and jeans in a bar. He couldn’t stop thinking about how if Jimin hadn’t been with you in the bathroom, and how if he hadn’t been violently ill only moments before, how he might have leaned forward to press his lips gently against yours on the floor of Min Yoongi’s bathroom. He couldn’t stop imagining, what if he had met you first. Not Jimin. What if--- what if--- what if----

“Just set me up with anyone, absolutely anyone, I want to get her out of my head.” Jungkook sighs, falling back onto the bed, his hands wiping at his eyes in attempt to stop imagining what it would be like not to smile every time he thought about you smiling.

“Anyone?” Taehyung says, deviously as he scrolls through his phone contacts.

“Anyone.” Jungkook expels. “I see how Jimin look’s at her, he’s our friend I can’t just jump in the middle of that, can I? And Y/N--- I thought she just looked at Jimin like that, you know what I mean, but, even when she looks at me, it’s like the whole world revolves around just me, and I love that feeling. And i’ve only seen her three fucking times in four stupid days but it’s like I want to see her all the time. And---- I can’t do this to Jimin, the thought of it drives me mad... I just can’t believe my own bad fucking luck he met her first.”

“Please stop being all soppy before I kick your ass out of this room, you’re disgusting.” Taehyung says in a monotone voice, focusing hard on his phone screen as he types a message to someone. He’s going to do what he thinks is best for Jungkook, after all, that’s what best friends do, even if it is somewhat dishonest. Actually, it’s completely dishonest. But, even if it all goes pear shaped: it will be funny in the long run.

“So, are you going you going to tell me who you’re setting me up with?” Turning to lie on his side, Jungkook rests his cheek in the crook of his arm, pouting at his best friend in attempt to get some information out of him.

“No. It’s a secret, just go to this address tomorrow night at 7pm sharp, dress nice, bring flowers.” Taehyung says, a rectangular grin on his expression as he quickly scrawls an address on a sticky note and hands it to Jungkook, playful gaze completely over shadowed by the prospect of Jungkook developing a crush on someone new.

“You’re the best Taehyung.” Jungkook grins.

“Oh, I know. I know.”

The rain was pelting down at 7pm the next night, so much so that miniature rivers were running against the curb and into the drains, it was miserable out there, and you, dripping wet from the steamy shower you’ve just departed from, feel sorry for any poor sucker out in weather like that. Twisting the hem of your towel and tucking it to keep it up right, you dry your hair with the hair dryer and brush it out, before going to remove your towel. However, your stopped in your tracks by the sound of the front door. It was a gentle knock, as if someone just tapped with their finger knuckle.

Frantic, you look in each room, you were 100% sure none of your house mates were home, which left you to get the door on your own. In nothing but a towel. Wincing your eyes shut, you groan before forcing yourself shamefully down the stairs toward the front door. Holding the towel up as hard as you could as you unlocked the door only half way to see who was standing on the other side.

You’re unsure as to why your heart thuds at the sight of him there, soaking wet with a bundle of flowers, or why you have no smart remark to throw at him, nor why despite the cold air outside, your cheeks flush red again--- the more you see him, the more handsome he gets. But in honesty, anything was an upgrade from the vomiting mess at the party five nights ago, you suppose. Unlocking the door the full way, you hold your towel close and can only bring yourself to offer a confused “Hi, Jungkook.”

Jungkook couldn’t say anything in response. You were the literal last person he expected. Typical Taehyung, he thinks. But his words are lost, and for a moment he just stands there, lips parted, clutching the stems of store bought flowers in the rain on your door step. His cheeks flooding red, his breath shaking and tongue dry in his mouth as he struggles to finds the words to explain himself---- ‘holy fuck she’s just wearing a towel.’ His thoughts are screaming within the confines of his head.

“Hey--” He finally stammers “Does--- Mia live here?” He manages, clutching the flowers with two hands now.

Shaking your head, you give a shrug, “No-- Sorry, I don’t have a house mate called Mia.” There’s sympathy in your eyes-- mainly because you realise that this is either a cruel prank or maybe because Jimin was right, he was trying to get your attention.

“Look--” He begins, an embarrassed and clearly humiliated smile wiping over his expression as the rain drips from his black hair, “look okay, I can’t stop thinking about you, since the party, I’ve just been thinking about what I should have done, or said rather than being a sick mess and since I ran into you and Jimin at that pizza place, I can’t get you out of my head. I did get set up on a blind date with some Mia but--- Taehyung gave me this address knowing fine well I couldn’t stop talking about you, I know I probably look stupid standing here in the pissing rain but---”

You interrupt him then, your expression softer, contemplative as your gaze drifts from his wet clothes and honest eyes to the warmth of your hall. Looking back up to the petals of his flowers you tilt your head toward your sanctuary from the weather, “Then come in, out of the rain, stupid.”

Running upstairs, you change into flannel pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt of a band that you’re not really into anymore, and out of common courtesy, you bring down a hot towel from the hot-press for Jungkook along with one of your brother’s old shirts that you had stolen before you left for college. He was standing in the hall when you came back down, puddles of raindrops forming around his shoes, he was soaked through and through, even through his jeans. Yet unluckily, you had no trousers to offer him, none that would fit anyway.

“Here, now you can be dry and stupid.” You joke, handing him the towel and the shirt before walking into the living room. You had dinner made, nothing special, just a simple bowl of noodles, you suppose you could share-- you weren’t that hungry after what happened with Jimin last night anyway, something churned your stomach about the things he implied and the things he had said, so your appetite was pretty non-existent.

Sitting down on the carpet, you look up at Jungkook, who stared down at you confusedly as he unfolded the warm towel and boyishly dried his hair with it. “Why are you sitting on the carpet, you have three sofas in here?”

“Yoojung doesn’t want us to stain the furniture with anything.” You laugh, looking down to the noodles. “But I was going to watch tv, so next best place to sit is the carpet.”

Jungkook sits down to face you, setting the soaked flowers down beside him as a reminder as to why he was here. “Can I explain?” He asks, looking up in a way that was almost begging, he really didn’t want to be awkward about it, he just wanted to be honest with you. Even if he had only known you such a short period of time.

“Go ahead.” You shrug with a smile, “All my attention is yours.”

He laughs, that’s all he wanted, “That’s basically--- what I was trying to say. You ran into Yoongi’s living room five days ago and you’ve all I’ve thought about ever since. Trust me, I thought it was just a no big deal, small, minor crush but every time I talk to you, I find myself stopping to find words or.. or when you told me what you wanted to be and about your family, I could r-recite it a-all b-back to you right n-n-now---”

“You’re shivering!” You interrupt, passing him the t-shirt he had left on the floor, “you need out of those wet clothes”.

But he kept talking, even as he removed the wet shirt from his torso by pulling it over his head. “It’s just I need your help, okay?” He begins, passing you his wet shirt to put by the heater and pulling the dry shirt over his head. “I can’t stop thinking about you-- there I said it, but I can’t stop talking about you either, and it’s driving my friends insane.” The corner of his lip curls up as he ducks his head in bashfulness. “I tried to set myself up on a blind date to stop thinking and talking and wishing things about you-- but I ended up in your house, on your floor, in your t-shirt.”

“I can’t help you.” You sigh, moving the noodles from between the both of you, to the side. “I mean, I’ve tried not to show it but, I haven’t really thought about much else since Yoongi’s party either-- it’s kind of been driving me insane.” There’s a small smile on your lips as you said it, and it was true. For five days, your conversations all seemed to come back to Jungkook, and you didn’t even mind.

“What are we supposed to do?” His head tilts to the side, his fingers swirling soft circles in your carpet, he was looking at you just how he had last night, as if he was drawn to you, as if all his attention was yours, like nothing else mattered, not that his jeans were tight against his skin, nor his hair damp against his forehead--all that mattered was how the silence between you made his heart thump, breath hitch and eyes heavy.

“I guess we just stop thinking all together.” You murmur, noticing how he was looking at you, the same way he had been in the restaurant, in the bar, at the party. How his doe eyes fell on you, softly, adoringly, looking from your eyes to your skin, to your lips and back again.

And stop thinking is exactly what he did-- he stopped over-thinking it, under thinking it and did just what felt right, what would have felt right to do days ago, he put one hand in the space in the carpet between you, head canting to one side as he pressed his lips against yours, eyes closed as he felt your hand run up his jaw line to his cold hair, your fingers curling between his locks.

Slowly, he tilted his head up, to break his lips from yours for just a moment before kissing you again, lips slightly parted as he slips his tongue against yours, his hand on your back, pulling you closer and you simply oblige. The sound of the tv had long blurred into the background by now, and all he could focus on was how your lips felt, soft, gentle, inviting.

He let out a short ‘mm’ as he changed sides, your hand straying from his hair to run down his jaw as he urged closer to you, a warm breathlessness slowly building up between you, thank god you stopped thinking, because if you had been thinking-- you would be thinking about who’s friend this is. But worry not, because when you stopped thinking and Jungkook stopped thinking, out there, streets away, somebody else started thinking.

Jungkook was practically on top of you, The friction between his jeans and your pyjamas made your toes curl against the carpet as you opened an eye just to look at him as he kissed you, his brows furrowed, eyes closed, focused and enjoying it. It made you smile into the kiss as you brought your body up against his. The rain drops on his skin clearly mixing with beads of sweat. He sits up between your legs, pulling the shirt off of him, not that it had been on for long-- “Not shivering anymore~” he jests, laughing as he rests an elbow by you, before planting kisses down your cheek and onto your neck, his tongue pressing against your skin as he begins to leave little marks dotted toward your collar bones, biting and pulling in attempt to make them as deep as he could.

“Y’know--” you begin, your hands trailing through his hair as he goes lower, “I’ve never met someone who’s so good at giving attention apart from me.”

He looks up then, his expression softer than the harsh, needy one he wore before, a soft smile replacing the other look quickly. “Maybe that’s why we like each other so much.”

You laugh at that, and as his hands run down your sides, you can’t help but watch how he looks at you this time. How many times had he looked at you like that? Uncountable in the space of five days is the answer. However, his attention is quickly sidelined by the sound of his phone, which he had taken out of his pocket when he sat down on the carpet in the first place.

“Answer it.” You say, nodding your head toward where it lay alone on the floor.

Jungkook leans over, looking at the caller I.D before turning back to you and swallowing harshly, “I’ll be one second.”

Sitting up, you watch as he pushes himself to sit back on his bottom, legs crossed in front of him as he answers the phone. His eyes falling to the carpet, his tongue wiping over his lips as he pulled the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” He talks first.

“Hey Jungkook, it’s Jimin, look, I’ve messed stuff up with Y/N and I don’t know what to do.”

part 2?

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asgardianhobbit98 · 2 years

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~🌸~ Fic Masterlist ~🌸~

firstly ~ this is the link to my Ao3 page! :3

secondly, these are the already made masterlists that I have on my side blogs:

💕 Dragon Age Masterlist

🖤 Supernatural Masterlist

💙 Star Trek / Star Wars Masterlist

If you want to be added to a taglist, don't hesitate to send me an ask, a DM, or let me know some other way! I can tag you for all, or just for a certain fandom. Please note, the above stated side blogs have their own taglists - go there for Dragon Age taglists, Supernatural taglists, or Star Trek / Star Wars taglists please :3

every title leads to the Ao3 upload :3

🌸 The Hobbit / Lord of the Rings Fics 🌸

~ She's Your Sister? ~ oneshot pairing: Bagginshield TW: none summary: No one introduces Bilbo to Dís either because everyone is so busy or because everyone assumes the resemblance should be enough… It’s not enough and Bilbo gets the wrong idea…

~ 28 Day Challenge - prompt 'First Kiss' ~ oneshot pairing: Fíli / Kalâtha (OC) TW: none summary: Nearing young adults, Fíli and Kalâtha, best friends since childhood, have started realizing that they mean more to the other than just a friend. When Kal makes the first move, they find out they weren’t alone. Oops!

~ 28 Day Challenge - prompt 'First Kiss' ~ oneshot pairing: Bagginshield TW: none summary: Thorin’s plan had always been to leave Erebor in the hands of Fíli. What hadn’t been part of his plan was to fall in love with a hobbit… So he makes a new plan – one that requires him to move to Hobbiton…

~ 28 Day Challenge - prompt 'Nurse You Back to Health' ~ oneshot pairing: Fíli / Kalâtha (OC) TW: none summary: Kalâtha gets sick on a regular basis, more than others in the Blue Mountains. Whenever she does get sick, Fíli and his family take care of her.

~ 28 Day Challenge - prompt 'Nurse You Back to Health' ~ oneshot pairing: Bagginshield TW: slight angst, ptsd hints, dragon sickness and the Ring affecting Bilbo summary: Whilst Bilbo aids Thorin whenever his Dragon Sickness plays up, Thorin also finds himself in need of aiding Bilbo… when something ‘precious’ bothers the hobbit, Thorin finds out how Bilbo escaped Goblin Town.

~ 28 Day Challenge - prompt 'Irreplaceable' ~ oneshot pairing: Fíli / Kalâtha (OC) TW: none summary: Neither could live without the other, and neither knew how they ever had been able to before their marriage. They had no intentions to let go of each other if they weren’t forced to by duties… Irreplaceable.

~ 28 Day Challenge - prompt 'Adventure' ~ oneshot pairing: Bagginshield TW: none summary: Thorin and Bilbo’s life is like a new adventure every day. This particular day turned… a little more adventurous than others though when they spot something that’s not supposed to be in their kitchen.

~ 28 Day Challenge - prompt 'Together' ~ oneshot pairing: Fíli / Kalâtha (OC) TW: slight angst but big fluff at the end :3 summary: During the wedding of Kalâtha and Fíli, nerves almost end the wedding. But there is nothing the couple cannot face when they are together; when their entire family is together.

~ 28 Day Challenge - prompt 'Together' ~ oneshot pairing: Bagginshield TW: none summary: When Frodo Baggins' parents perish in a terrible accident, he gets to live with Thorin and Bilbo at Bag-end. Their initial first day as a family doesn't run super smoothly, but there is nothing the three cannot face when doing so together.

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i-w-p-chan · 7 years

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(Dying Will) Flame Hero

Summary: From mafia boss to a pro hero. Tsuna is pretty sure there's at least one big inside joke about the situation he's not privy to.

Alt. title: "Tsuna's Life Lessons"

Note: another reincarnation fic? Another reincarnation fic.

Warnings: Crack (Who Is Surprised?), Very Crack (I'm Talking Revenge-Levels Here), Written At Midnight, Finished In An Hour, *Insert Delirious Cackling*, Yet Another Reincarnation Fic, Prepare To Be Extremely Surprised, Someone Stop Giotto, Tsuna!Endeavor, Ryohei!All Might, Giotto!Shouto, Cozart!Izuku, G!Bakugou.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR or BNHA.

In his past life, Tsuna had learned many lessons, whether as a mafia boss for the most powerful mafia famiglia or as a civilian kid.

He still remembered them and lived by them.

Reincarnated into another world? Not the first 'other world' he'd been to, he'd manage.

He burst into flame when he was four? Been there, done that, didn't get the t-shirt.

(He didn't even remember that time. But he did clearly remember the other million times.)

People dropping into his life at age thirteen and dragging him off to lead some ambitious life? It was best to go with them before they shot you in the forehead and made you run around town in your boxers.

And that was the case when a Yagi Toshinori, whom he recognized easily as Sasagawa Ryohei, stormed into his life and excitedly pulled him by the arms to watch heroes.

And so Sawada Tsunayoshi, now Todoroki Enji, was dragged like a blank-faced ragdoll into the heroics business.

Life lesson #4 said that friends should share ANYTHING with each other.

Toshi-nii (as he insisted Enji call him) shared his mentor, and his memories of his 'predecessor' (there was a long talk about Quirk transferring that day), Shimura Nana, with Enji. Enji was not surprised; 'anything' included people, and it happened quite a lot in their previous life.

Enji listened attentively to his friend and honorary big brother and went on with his day.

(Life lesson #4, addendum #1 declared that 'anything' didn't necessarily mean 'everything'.)

That night, he scoured through every file he could get his hands on, which was a lot, he was a former mafia boss trained by the World's Greatest Hitman; when he wanted to dig, he knew where to dig.

Eventually, he found Shimura Nana's son and his family.

She made Gran Torino and Toshi-nii promise not to get in contact with her child, but she didn't say anything about Enji promising the same.

"Enji…" Toshi-nii, All Might, stared intently at him, "What do you mean your house burned down?"

"Oops?" Enji blinked innocently, "Such an unfortunate accident. Guess I need to find another place to live."

His next house was an apartment conveniently next door to one young Shimura Tenko and his parents.

Life lesson #2 was hammered into his head early on: use your physical appearance to appeal to others, manipulate them, and make them do your bidding.

As Tsuna and as Enji, he was 'blessed' with a slender, youthful figure, with 'pretty' and 'cute' features, and the apparent inability to pack on a shit-ton of muscles. Hence, he was able to use his figure to reach his goals.

(All without shame. If his looks could stop people in their tracks and prevent them from creating mass destruction, then less paperwork for him. Win-win.)

A simple side pony tail with his red hair, and a bashful look from his blue eyes, coupled with a slight pout, and he could topple armies.

And the Shimuras were no armies.

Speaking about being a 'pretty boy'…

Enji, Endeavor, finished off the villain with a flourish of his flames.

He restrained the villain and whirled around, his hair flying in the air, skirt swishing around his knees and heeled boots clacking, to be bombarded by questions and shouts from the press and adoring fans alike.

Only a third of them were interested in the villain's capture, the other two thirds were interested in the Flame Hero, the one officially declared 'The Most Beautiful Hero' by the media.

Endeavor was graceful in his acceptance of the compliments.

(What he didn't like about the situation were the echoes of Reborn's cackles in his head, as if there was some inside joke he wasn't privy to.)

The first life lesson he learned, however, was to fucking roll with the punches. Even if they were delivered by apparent babies (especially if they were delivered by apparent babies).

That was Enji's first thought when he opened his door and found a baby on his doorstep.

He was 100% sure the whole universe was playing a prank on him.

He sighed and took in the baby, noting the dual colored hair (the right half was white while the left half was red, it was even split right in the middle! The universe was clearly bored and feeling creative) and the dual colored eyes observing him.

Enji stared back at the kid and pondered the situation. His life had played host to babies turning up at his doorstep many times before, be they adults trapped in the bodies of infants or actual infants. And the baby in his arms had that look in his eyes, the understanding, focused, aware stare of the adult-in-a-baby-body baby type.

Was he even a good choice for a parent? He was a pro hero and was out of the house for work most of the time.

Ah, well, at least lil Tenko-chan would get a friend.

He named the baby Shouto.

Unlike his first impression, Shouto was a fucking hellion.

"Shouto, I am disappointed in you."

"Is it because I'm wearing a dress?" Shouto pointed at the dress he wore.

"No. You and I both know the dress is yours, stop trying to change the topic. What did I say about putting ideas in Tenko-chan's head about tying All Might's bunny ears into a ribbon?"

"Not to do it?"

"Correct. And what did you do?"

"Put ideas in Tenko-chan's head about tying All Might's bunny ears into a ribbon."

"Exactly."

"Papa… you said you'd stop calling them bunny ears out loud."

"Papa! I want to become a hero to create a world where my beloved can frolic around with bunnies without being afraid that someone is going to hurt him!" Shouto declared as he tugged his 'beloved' (a cute kid around Shouto's age with hair a fluffy mess, green eyes and freckles) close to his body.

While Enji pondered what to say in response to what his son just said, another kid stormed towards the three. He was around Shouto's and the fluffy cutie's age with spiky blond hair and sharp red eyes. The newcomer pulled the cutie from Shouto's grasp and tugged Shouto from his collar to pull him far away.

"We need to have words, Shouto."

"Aw, come on! You're no fun!"

Enji ignored his son and his son's apparent new friend to focus on the cutie.

The cutie smiled at him, "Hello, I'm Midoriya Izuku. Please call me Izuku."

"Todoroki Enji, Shouto's father."

The two shook hands.

"The angry one is Kacchan. Don't worry, he won't hurt Shouchan. That's how he shows he cares about Shouchan."

Enji looked from Izuku to 'Kacchan' and Shouto and back again before he made his mind: he was going to sign his son for some martial arts. Baby steps and all that.

Years later, U.A, Sports Festival,

Todoroki Shouto stood atop the frozen robots, carrying Midoriya Izuku above his head in a fashion that looked as if he was presenting Izuku to the world.

"BEHOLD!" Shouto started before he was interrupted.

"YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD! ARE YOU STUPID?!" Bakugou Katsuki came flying at them, successfully freeing Izuku from Shouto's clutches and punching Shouto to the ground, "ARE YOU TRYING TO PAINT A FUCKING TARGET ON IZUKU'S BACK?!"

"What? NO!" Shouto screamed from near the robot's feet.

In the stands, Endeavor smirked, turned to the incredulous hero sitting next to him and said, "Those are my kids."

End.

#khr #bnha #khrbnha #(dying will) flame hero #sawada tsunayoshi #Giotto di Vongola #cozart shimon #g #Sasagawa Ryohei #all might #toshinori yagi #todoroki enji #endeavor #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki

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fic: young kids, old love

[dan/phil] pg. 3511 words.

A Day in the Life of Dan and Phil with Houses, Dogs, and Closets???

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‘This is a compromising situation,’ said Dan.

Phil giggled behind his hand.

Or, alternatively:

They were stood in front of a large, rectangular mirror in a hallway. Dan held the camera and he nudged Phil with his shoulder. ‘Say hi to future us, Phil.’

Phil crossed his eyes and then laughed, breathy. ‘Wotcher, future Dan and Phil, I hope you haven’t killed yourselves in the new house yet.’

‘Yet? Are you expecting future us to eventually die in our new house? And please never say wotcher ever again unless you plan on dyeing your hair pink.’

Phil shrugged. ‘So many things can go wrong in an alien environment, Dan. We might not even survive the move.’

Dan pointed the camera at his own face long enough to say, ‘There you have it, guys: if you don’t hear from us a day after we move in, just think that we got in a horrible accident and are dead.’

‘So, so dead. Please take care of my house plants, Louise!’

a/n: i realised i hadn’t posted this here, so here it is, my first dnp fic, and it’s canon? the moving part?? i am still so emotional????

title is taken from otis english’s brilliant song of the same name. timeline is way off but nonetheless, enjoy!

time lost, time lost

when i’m with you

the world stops

young kids with a old love

‘Ugh, morning, no. Someone should make this illegal.’ The camera shook in Phil’s hand as he let out a massive yawn. ‘Anyway, good morning, guys, did you have sweet dreams? I did! I dreamt I was petting a unicorn, for some reason, and every time my hand touched the unicorn a puppy was born.’ Phil laughed softly, rubbing his eyes with his other hand. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table and slid them on. 'I don’t even know why or how my brain thought that up.’

From somewhere off camera, Dan shouted, 'Stop dog-baiting 2k17.’

'I’m not because we’re actually getting a dog!’

Dan’s face appeared into view, tired-eyed but grinning. 'And a new house together, it’s so exciting! Have we broken the internet yet?’ He glanced at Phil and then back at the camera.

Phil sat up and scooted sideways, giving Dan a bit of room to sit on. Their shoulders pressed together, one clothed and the other freckled and bare. 'Probably? This is still in the past, though, so we have a few days before you get your answer. Did you even sleep last night, Dan?’

He zoomed in until Dan’s face filled up the screen. 'Around half past three, I reckon.’

'Well, that’s early by your standards. I didn’t – you fell asleep on the sofa, didn’t you? That’s bad for your back.’

'I’m not an old man like you, Philly. Come on, get up and dressed, the day awaits us!’

The cupboard door was opened and Dan said, 'Look at this cupboard of shame.’ He tutted, panning the camera left and right to emphasise just how shameful it was. 'We haven’t got any cereal at all because someone – ’

Phil blinked, wide-eyed, and lifted his hands to defend against Dan’s camera-attack. 'Hey, what, ahhh, no – ’

’ – ate all the cereal and forgot to do the shopping!’

'I’m innocent, I’m sorry,’ said Phil. His tongue poked out.

Dan raised the camera over his head and glared at Phil. 'Ugh, don’t act cute when I’m trying to be cross with you.’ He turned around in a circle, the kitchen blurring by. 'Hm, we could have a salad for breakfast, I suppose. What are we eating, Phil?’

'Ta-daaah!’ Phil brandished a plate from the counter behind him, holding it up towards Dan like an offering. 'We are having a full English instead of our usual cereal.’

Dan licked his lips and gave a smarmy grin. 'Hmmm, I can almost taste the heart disease.’

Dan was on his mobile, thumb swiping fast across the screen. Phil angled the camera so he was half in the shot, stood next to Dan on a busy pavement.

'So what are we doing today, Dan?’

Dan quickly glanced up at the camera, then at Phil before pocketing his phone. ’Exciting things, Phil.’

'Would you care to elaborate?’

'If they haven’t figured it out from the video title yet – ’

Phil prodded Dan with a finger to the clavicle, face scrunched up. Dan laughed and shook him away. 'Fine! So, people of the internet, today me and Phil – oh get over it! – are going to look at the last two places we’re thinking of buying and then later – ’

'We’re dropping by the pet shop!’ Phil burst out excitedly, bouncing on his feet.

’ – dropping by the – well, okay, there you go, Phil’s spoiled it.’

Phil made a small fist and pumped it in victory. 'Yes!’

'All of our dreams are coming true,’ said Dan, heavy on the sarcasm, but his dimple deepened when he looked at Phil. 'Sorry, guys, but protocol states we can’t film on the way to the houses or you’d, like, stalk us forever. Goodbye!’

'Bye! We’re getting a dog!’ Phil chimed brightly as Dan reached for the camera.

'We’re making a quick stop because we were hungry and I fancied a pasty,’ came Dan’s voice as Phil queued up for the till. He glanced over his shoulder at Dan, made a surprised face when he saw Dan was filming, and gave a small wave.

They were stood in front of a large, rectangular mirror in a hallway. Dan held the camera and he nudged Phil with his shoulder. 'Say hi to future us, Phil.’

Phil crossed his eyes and then laughed, breathy. 'Wotcher, future Dan and Phil, I hope you haven’t killed yourselves in the new house yet.’

’Yet? Are you expecting future us to eventually die in our new house? And please never say wotcher ever again unless you plan on dyeing your hair pink.’

Phil shrugged. 'So many things can go wrong in an alien environment, Dan. We might not even survive the move.’

Dan pointed the camera at his own face long enough to say, 'There you have it, guys: if you don’t hear from us a day after we move in, just think that we got in a horrible accident and are dead.’

'So, so dead. Please take care of my house plants, Louise!’

'Check out that crown moulding, guys,’ said Phil admiringly, zooming in on the wall. 'I like the – what did our estate agent call it – rail design.’

'Phil!’

'Oh, oops, got left behind admiring the crown moulding. Yeah, Dan!’ Phil called out as he hurried to the next room where Dan and the estate agent were. It was bare with the lightest grey paint on the walls. The flooring was hardwood. There were two large windows showing a line of treetops and the silhouette of a building. The sky was optimistically blue.

'Did you get lost?’ asked Dan when Phil turned towards him. He looked amused, eyebrow arched.

'I was just showing them the crown moulding,’ said Phil.

'An important feature in every home.’

'This room is nice. It’s huge and the light is pretty good.’

'I know, right? This one’s on the second floor, too, so we can either turn it into an office or the gaming room. What do you reckon?’

'I like it. I could put a potted plant overrrrrr,’ Phil pivoted around and pointed at a corner near the west window, 'there.’ He swung back towards Dan. 'Right?’

'Well, if you’re already decorating,’ said Dan teasingly. He looked at the estate agent who was mostly out of sight of the camera, except for his shoes. 'How large is this house again?’

'Uh, 160 square metres thereabouts. Four floors with four bedrooms and, uh, the stainless steel kitchen leading to the spacious garden.’

'From three floors to four floors,’ said Dan.

'That’s our daily exercise sorted, then. Remember the one we saw where it was too short? I kept waiting to bump my head on the doorframe.’

Dan made a face and pointed accusingly. 'I mean, that would probably be the sort of content you guys would like but I’d rather not risk A&E every single day.’ He looked around the room, hands on his hips. 'I like this, though.’

Dan was crouched in front of the white fireplace, looking up through the opening. 'It’s real, Philip! I can see Santa’s ass.’

'A little bit early, it’s only June,’ said Phil as he knelt slightly behind Dan and adjusted the angle so he could take in Dan’s bright grin.

Phil ran around the naked garden and Dan laughed, the camera trembling with his mirth as he followed Phil’s meandering skip and hop.

'I’m going to grow a forest back here,’ Phil called out to him, sweeping an arm up and down.

Dan approached him, footsteps crunching on the dried grass, and brought the camera up to his face, then to Phil’s beaming one. 'And we never saw Phil Lester ever again. That’s what should be written on your tombstone.’

'He died with his plants, the only thing he loved,’ recited Phil.

'Accurate,’ said Dan, deadpan. Phil huffed and poked him in the side. Dan squirmed away. 'Stop poking me, you dork.’

Phil made a grab for Dan with a growling sound –

The bus jerked to a stop as a passenger got out. Phil moved the camera away from the windows and faced Dan.

'Thoughts on choice number one?’

Dan, who was looking up at Phil, glanced at the camera. 'Did you love the yellow paint on the kitchen cupboards?’

'Not really. It looked like a banana was sick all over it.’

'Cheers, Phil. I was thinking we might paint it a different colour.’

'Yeah. Something light because the rest of the kitchen was already dark grey – ’

’ – a colour scheme I wholeheartedly appreciate.’

Phil reached out and touched Dan’s black button-down. 'Fits your aesthetic. Gloomy cookery. Anyway, I really, really liked the garden and the brick walls. And the four bedrooms.’

'Our guests won’t have to sleep in the gaming room anymore,’ Dan pointed out. His grip tightened around the railing. He angled his head to the side. 'If we turn that room on the second floor into our gaming room, then that one bedroom on the third floor with the en-suite – ’

Phil stretched out his hand to capture his face and the slight smile curling his lips. 'Maybe.’

'The question is do you want a house or a flat?’ asked Phil as he walked on Dan’s right, angling the camera towards him.

Dan licked his lips and looked at Phil, expression thoughtful.

'We’d own it anyway, so it doesn’t matter if it’s a house or flat. It will still be ours.’ Dan shrugged, pushing his hands into his pocket.

'Yeah,’ said Phil softly. 'But do you have a preference?’

Dan snorted. 'A house seems a lot more, I don’t know, final? Like, yeah, you own a house now, congratulations, you’re responsible adults with a mortgage and you’re ready for the next chapter in your lives. Unless we decide to move away, we’ll probably be there forever.’ He snuck a glance sideways and rolled his eyes. 'Wow, way to turn the mood serious, Phil.’

'I was just asking! And for the record, I do want to live in a house with a garden and garage even if we never drive a car. And no more neighbours drilling all the time!’

'Adulting,’ said Dan, gesturing sharply with his hand. 'We don’t want drilling neighbours who are obsessed with DIY.’

'Hello, delicious lunch,’ said Dan to the plate of chicken and vegetables in front of him, 'please enter through my mouth right now.’

Phil shook with laughter across from him.

The flat was all on one floor, with wide open spaces and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a nearly panoramic view of London and the Thames in the afternoon.

'It’s so bright,’ said Phil as he turned around in a slow circle. 'We loved that about this one, right, Dan?’

'Yeah, except these columns are bloody distracting.’ Dan went over to one of the columns and rapped his knuckles against it. 'And the river is right there but it doesn’t offer much privacy, though.’

'Will the people on boats see me walking around starkers?’ Phil asked philosophically as he adjusted his glasses with his free hand. He swung the camera towards his face before going back to Dan, who was rounding the wall that separated the kitchen and the living room. Phil followed after him.

'This kitchen and the one we saw earlier are both brilliant,’ commented Dan, pointing to the shiny hob and oven. Estate Agent’s shoes peeked from across them. 'Is this a sign that we should make a baking channel?’ Dan winked at the camera.

'Stay tuned,’ said Phil cheerfully.

'This is a compromising situation,’ said Dan.

Phil giggled behind his hand.

'We’ve somehow managed to lock ourselves in the cupboard. You can’t really see us because there’s no light, so what are we doing, do you reckon?’

'Please don’t give them false reasons to write the cupboard fic. And please don’t write the cupboard fic for them, Danny.’

'Have you tried the doorknob again?’

'Yes, it’s still locked.’

'Of course it is, it won’t magically unlock itself without a key.’

'Shall we scream for help?’

'That’s it, we’re going to die here and reports of the circumstances of our death will be exaggerated and humiliating – ouch, Phil, that was my fucking foot!’

'Sorry, sorry, I didn’t see it.’ Phil paused and then snickered.

'I swear to God, Phil.’

'Okay, no puns. If you guys are wondering why Bill, our estate agent, isn’t letting us out – ’

'It’s because we’ve been very, very naughty – ’

’ – it’s because someone was ringing him and he went outside on the balcony to answer it. So, Bill, if you’re watching this in the future, thanks for getting us out and I hope you didn’t take ages on that phone call.’

'Poor manners, if you ask me.’

'Hey, Dan.’

'Oh God, I know that tone.’

'Dan, Dan.’

'Stop poking – fucking what, Phil?’

'You know how we’re in a literal closet right now – ’

'Fuck off!’

Phil laughed in delight.

'Well, that was a harrowing experience I never want to repeat ever again in my entire life,’ said Dan as he blinked in the light.

'Light! Light!’ exclaimed Phil, tongue peeking from the corner of his smile. He pointed the camera towards the windows and sighed. 'The sunset will be fantastic here.’

Phil crouched in front of the shop window, eyes wide and mouth in an “o” shape as he stared at the puppies climbing over each other to greet him. Dan laughed under his breath and waved him inside. Phil nodded and placed his hands on his knees as he stood up.

'Excuse me,’ someone said behind Dan, and Dan looked over his shoulder. Phil was coming in through the door, pushing his fringe sideways. 'You can’t film in here, please put the camera away.’

'Oh – ’

'Well, second happiest day of my life and you guys didn’t get to see it,’ said Phil, frowning softly, then his expression brightened as he gestured wildly with his free hand, 'but it was incredible! I wanted to take all of them home.’

'He’s being serious,’ said Dan, looking both sides of the street before crossing the road, Phil in tow. 'Phil almost smuggled a Shih Tzu inside his shirt.’

'They’re so tiny and sweet,’ cooed Phil, starry-eyed, positioning his thumb and forefinger close together to show how small they were.

'And smell like shit.’

'Dan was very enamoured with all of them, he was incredibly wholesome. I have pictorial evidence.’

'I’m scared that if we get a small dog we might step on it. We’re giants, Phil.’

'I could cuddle a bigger-sized dog like a pillow.’ The pavement flashed by as the camera switched hands. Phil demonstrated how he’d hug his dog, along with playful woofing. 'I’m so excited!’

'So you’ve said a million times,’ but foneness made Dan smile the way he did, small and delicate, his dimple just peeking out. It happened in a single moment amidst the swelling afternoon rush, with Phil looking up at him those few inch and a half. Then, Dan looked away but the edge of his smile was still visible.

The front hallway was dark as Phil closed the door. Dan reached for the light switch and let Phil go up the stairs first. Phil was carrying a paper bag in one hand and a Waitrose shopping bag in the other. The rattling of keys, crinkling of paper and plastic, and footsteps signaled they were home.

'My feet hurts. Physical activity is horrendous,’ said Dan where he was folded into his sofa crease, legs curled up where the camera was perched on, tilted down to capture the knobs of his knees and Phil sat on the floor taking out cartons of Chinese takeaway from the paper bag. 'The outdoors is overrated. Indoors is better in every way.’

Sniggering, Phil stuck a pair of chopsticks into a carton and handed it to Dan. He picked up his own takeaway and dug in with loud chomping noises.

'It was a rather productive day,’ said Phil, popping a roll into his mouth. He chewed slowly and then swallowed. 'We went for a final look at the house and flat, then we dropped by the pet shop!!! Oh, and stopped for groceries. Look who has boxes of glorious, unopened cereal!’ Phil reached for the Waitrose bag and dragged it towards him. A box of chocolate Weetabix peeked out from the top.

'They should remain unopened until tomorrow morning, do you hear me, Phil?’

'Yes, mum.’

'I don’t trust your face.’

'People say I have an inherently trustworthy face.’

'It lies all the time. AmazingPhil has been duping people since 2007. You should rebrand back to your original brand, you lying liar who lies.’

'Do you reckon I can still pull off the longer hair?’ Phil bent forward towards the camera to fiddle with his fringe. He made a face and chuckled.

'What, change your emo hairstyle to an even more emo hairstyle?’

'Yeah.’

'No.’

'Oh, okay. We still have to choose where to live or we’ll be homeless next month.’

'The new Dan and Phil adventure! Here, Phil, you better take this or I’ll end up with lo mien all over the sofa.’

Phil reached for the camera, showing a glimpse of double chins and nostrils and a strip of the ceiling. He adjusted his grip just as he dropped a dumpling into Dan’s takeaway container.

'I forgot to water my plants today so I’m doing it now. Is it bad to feed them at night?’ Phil made a questioning face and then pointed the camera at the large plant in the corner of the hallway. 'I’m sorry I forgot about you, lovely.’ Phil gave a breathy giggle. 'I promise I won’t do the same thing to my dog, you guys.’

'Daaaaaan! Dan!’

'What?’ Dan poked his head out of a bedroom. The bed behind him had checked sheets and then Dan stuck more of his torso through the doorway, blocking the view.

'There you are. I want the house.’

Dan’s face slowly lifted into a beaming grin, his cheeks blatantly pink even under the horrible light. ’I want the house.’

'Oh, that’s good, for a moment I had thought we’d lost our mind-meld. Do you want to watch a film?’

Dan and Phil sat side by side, and Dan swallowed the rest of his laughter as Phil waved. They were in pyjamas, black and blue.

'So, that was it. Whew, what a day.’

'I’ll probably not go out again until we actually have to move into the house,’ said Dan. 'I mean, you’ll have to drag me kicking and screaming from our apartment, Phil. Change is scary.’

'But inevitable and oftentimes good,’ said Phil, flashing Dan a small smile.

'I guess.’ The corner of Dan’s mouth curled as he looked around the lounge. 'Oh God, I’m getting all maudlin. Phil, inject me with your sunshine positivity!’

'Phwah!’ Phil darted forward until their faces were very close and then Phil poked Dan in the dimple. 'There.’

'Ugh, you spork. Get away from me.’ Dan shoved Phil away and Phil tumbled to the floor, his socked foot flailing in the air. Dan rolled his eyes at the camera. 'So this concludes another day in the life of Dan and Phil. Don’t we lead thrilling lives?’

Phil pushed himself up on his elbows. 'I think we have a pretty good life, Dan.’

'Of course you do.’ He grabbed a handful of Phil’s shirtsleeve and tugged him back up. The neckline stretched and bared one side of Phil’s shoulder and collarbone. There was a teeny tiny bruise on the ridge of it.

Phil straightened his pyjama top. 'I hope you had fun with us. If you did, please give this video a thumbs up – ’

'Oi, you nearly blinded me with your thumb!’

’ – and you can click here to subscribe to me, and click Mr Grumpy Pants over here to subscribe to – ’

’ – Quality content 24/7 – ’

'And we’ll see you next time!’

Dan picked up the DVD case on the floor and held it up. 'Since we’re going to watch Your Name because we finally got the BluRay.’

'It’s so beautiful,’ said Phil, stroking a finger down the case.

'Phil, stop molesting the best anime film of all time and prepare the tissues.’

'Oh no, Dan, we forgot to buy tissues!’

(Deleted scene)

Dan and Phil were at a Starbucks, Phil on a comfy chair with his mobile in his hands. They were sat by the huge glass window, showing a softer London bathed in a dusky-pastel glow. Phil grabbed his iced Caramel Macchiato with AmazingPhil and a smiley face written on the side and took a sip. The background chatter was muted until a sharp laugh cut through. Phil glanced up at the sound. He gave a small smile when he caught Dan’s gaze.

'Chai latte for Dan Lester!’

'Oh my fucking God, Phil!’ Dan screeched, and Phil’s sly, laughing face tumbled out of view as Dan dropped the camera on the seat and leapt to his feet like he was on fire.

#phan #phanfic #phanfiction #ditl fic #retts #moving!#they moved!#no dog but!

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