#thoughts n prayers i dont fall over today | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

archonadeptus · 1 year

Text

A/N: This is my favourite ship ever I'd simply perish for them. This is going to be a series on tumblr, and once its complete I'll be uploading it to ao3! It's my first Alhaitham x Kaveh fic, so please be kind! I hope you guys like it.

Warnings: Ship fic! Alhaitham x Kaveh, if you dont like then please don't read♡ Light description of a breakdown. Angst, no comfort just yet! Pre-relationship. (They're crushing so bad why can't they communicate I stg) Not fully proofread, I'm lazy rn I'm sorry -

Light of Kshahrewar - Part One

Everything had been absolutely draining and much too loud all day. Alhaitham was extremely grateful to have his soundproof earpieces with him at all times, otherwise he was certain he would have snapped at the other sages. How dense does a being have to be? Let alone those who are considered sages of Sumeru, one of the highest positions throughout the nation blessed by Nahdia, the god of wisdom. Why must they argue about such trivial things, something that could be fixed so easily with the slightest bit of communication? The thought of somebody without a decent mind like Alhaitham taking over as the true grand sage truly concerned him. If anything the thought itself was rather daunting. Sumeru, instead of being known as the land of wisdom, would be known as the most idiotic land throughout the seven nations of Teyvat.

Shoving his key into the door, which was comically still tangled up with Kavehs, was twisted and pushed open. Immediately upon entering, books and blueprints were scattered all over the floor. Shutting the door with his foot, he locked it and tossed the two keys into the intricately designed key dish, courtesy of Kaveh. He had designed it himself, despite Alhaitham paying for the materials. Kaveh had begged to design 'decent furniture' for inspiration. Alhaitham finally agreed and let him. He couldn't let his roommate sulk otherwise that would cause problems for Alhaitham himself and he most certainly didn't want that. Thus, he practically shoved the bag of mora in his hands with a silent prayer to the god of wisdom to shut Kaveh up. It did work, and after designing said key dish, Kaveh finally had his inspiration back for a project he dubbed to be 'even better than The Palace of Alcazazaray'. How one would get a giant design like that from a mere key dish truly baffled Alhaitham, but whatever kept Kaveh happy right? Back to the matter at hand, he had decided to slowly make his way through the room following the trail of mess and various ink stains. He hated to admit it to himself, but after the day he had faced full of idiots he was finding himself growing angrier by the minute. He didn't want to deal with his own idiot he kept at home. Usually on any other day, he'd come home, ignore whatever mess was made and remind Kaveh (for the hundredth time) to do his share of the chores. Of course he knew that would fall on deaf ears, but he'd then retreat into his room and read until dinner. Alhaitham didn't think he'd be doing that today.

"Kaveh." His voice spoke as he pushed open the door to the architect's room where the mess seemed to be its greatest. He expected to see Kaveh hunched over his desk as per usual, in a world of his own whilst he would mumble incoherent things to himself and scribble on a half finished design. This time though, he saw Kaveh in the middle of his floor with a broken pencil before him and a ripped up piece of paper.

"If you're here to nag then I'm not in the mood."

'Neither am I.' Alhaitham thought, deciphering the rather sorry sight before him.

"I wouldn't have to nag if you kept things tidy and actually did your share of the chores." Kaveh had his head buried in his knees, his hand gripping onto his arm to shield his face and cushion his head.

"I just said that I'm not in the mood, Alhaitham." His eyes were fixed onto the ripped up paper and his legs seemed to drag him to it. Moving to pick it up, he caught a glimpse of a very detailed set of sketches before they were ripped from his hands. "Don't touch that!" Alhaitham was completely used to Kaveh shouting at him, it brought him great amusement so he'd jab at the architect to get him to yell more. It was a wonderful stress reliever and he couldn't help but adore Kavehs dramatics. However, this time felt different. It didn't feel light hearted, there seemed to be real weight behind his words - not that there wasn't usually but this felt a little more serious. You could slice a knife through the sudden wave of silence.

"Why are you sitting here feeling sorry for yourself when you could be working on that design you've tried to destroy?" It was beautiful. He paused as Kavehs sharp crimson gaze met his own, they were glassy. He needs to stop talking, he should give Kaveh some space. "So when you complain that you have no ideas, it's actually that you destroy them instead? Is it that you don't want to make a living for yourself for once?" Why is he still talking? Alhaitham knows that it's not the time to lecture him, but some horrid part of his anger seems to enjoy blowing off steam like this.

"Stop. Just... Just get out!" Kaveh threw the broken pencil at Alhaitham, but he just moved away and glared.

"That's rich, get out of the room I pay for? Surely you remember you didn't pay your half of the rent this month either." Kaveh hated the way Alhaithams gaze remained so calm, even as fat glistening tears made their way down Kavehs cheeks.

"If you don't want me here anymore then just say that! I'm sick of you dancing around things like they mean nothing to you!" … 'Like I mean nothing to you.' Kaveh wishes he added on that bit, but he didn't want to know the truth. He doesn't think he can face Alhaitham saying that he hates him.

"Fine, if that's what keeps you happy. I'm sick of the mess, I'm tired of coming home to your yelling. You're just as bad as the sages I dealt with today."

'Ah,' Kaveh thinks, 'he's had a bad day too then.' Maybe Sumeru was out to get them.

"Oh really? That's a miracle, the mighty 'Acting Grand Sage' of Sumeru who's known to be completely emotionally unavailable, is getting irritated by his colleagues!" Alhaitham narrowed his eyes. "It's not my fault I've got so much work to do before I even think about getting paid to meet your absolutely ridiculous rent deadlines!" The scribe simply rolled his eyes, ignoring the way more tears fell from his crimson eyes. Kaveh may be a dramatic person with rapidly fluctuating moods, but he hadn't ever seen him cry before. This was… new territory. One which both Alhaitham and Kaveh didn't seem too sure about stepping into.

"Ridiculous deadlines? Kaveh, it's the basics. They're bills, I don't control these deadlines. Don't be so dense." Alhaitham simply crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at Kaveh who was still curled up on the floor. Did the architect always look so vulnerable and small like this? Why's he crying? Alhaitham's eyes trailed around the room, but he couldn't piece it together just yet. It was too messy. "Usually people can pay them on time, unlike you." He paused for a moment, hearing Kaveh sniffles. "Aren't you going to tidy this all up?" I need to see what's wrong, I can't figure it out like this. You're worrying me.

"I'll get to it! Just leave!" Kaveh yelled, hair scrunched up in his hands with his eyes shut tightly. Those tears were falling so much quicker now, Alhaitham couldn't handle it. How can he make it stop?

"Leave yourself, you're clearly not bothered." Kaveh's eyes grew wide, glossy and doe-like as he met the scribe's hardened gaze.

"Seriously? You're kicking me out right now? This is ridiculous! Every single time you swoop to a new low, Alhaitham!" He simply turned and began to leave the room only to return and throw Kaveh's individual key toward him.

"Leave." With that, Alhaitham dodged the mess as he made way for his room quicker than he'd like to admit. Kaveh's crying was soon muffled once again as he activated his earpieces. The sound was too much… Too heartbreaking. By morning, things would be like they never happened. They'd eat breakfast, nag at each other, and continue their work like usual - it was their routine. That didn't happen this time.

Upon waking, the morning sun filtered through the wider windows. Kaveh designed those. He had told him he needed more sunlight, especially if he were to read his books all the time. He didn't want Alhaitham to damage and strain his eyes, the architect said it would cause trouble for him else and he didn't want to deal with it. Thus the large pretty window in his room allowed sunlight to bathe him every morning, and the moonlight to shine upon the book's words every night. Opening his eyes fully, he sat up as the warm blanket fell from his body. It was… strangely quiet. Peaceful even. Alhaitham wondered when that would be broken by a certain roommate of his. Standing up, he kept on his nightwear for the time being for breakfast and stepped out into the hall. It's clean. Why was it clean? He was certain that there were ink stains and blueprints all over the floor… Did Kaveh truly take what Alhaitham said to heart? Hm, it was about time he supposed. Finally, a helpful roommate. However, upon entering the kitchen, Kaveh was nowhere in sight. Nevermind, maybe he was sleeping in today after all of this apparent cleaning last night. The scribe didn't mind, especially if the chores were done which, by some miracle, were done. Preparing himself breakfast wasn't exactly unusual, so he made himself something easy though the scent didn't exactly make things feel the same. It didn't taste as good as when a certain architect made it either. Kaveh's dishes were rather extravagant, Alhaithams were bland. After shoving the food into his mouth and swallowing, he stood and placed the bowl and cutlery by the sink. As an apology for not making breakfast today, Kaveh could wash up. Walking back out, he passed his room. It was silent and there were no loud and irritating snores that he usually heard at night that usually unfortunately sent him to sleep, there was nothing. Maybe he should check on him? Knocking lightly, the door seemed to push open. Why is it empty? Where's the mess?

"Kaveh?" Pushing the door fully open, he stepped in. Where was the colour? Where was his Light of Kshahrewar? Where is Kaveh? He… Truly moved out? "Kaveh… You fool." He took a deep breath in, Kavehs scent of pardisarahs filling his lungs. It was overwhelmingly comforting. "You didn't have to go." I didn't want you to go. He'd bring him back, he'd go out, find him drunk out of his mind somewhere and bring him back. It would go back to normal, the way it's always been - the way it should be. "Kaveh. Wait for me." He immediately left the empty room and returned to his own, getting his usual clothes on after having what felt like the quickest shower of his life. Something which of course Kaveh would scold him for… A scolding he strangely missed. Putting on his soundproof earpieces, he grabbed his key and opened the door once again. "Don't be too far, my Light of Kshahrewar."

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #alhaitham x kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #kavehaitham #genshin angst #alhaitham #kaveh #alhaitham fanfic #kaveh fanfic

39 notes · View notes

sleepingvalley · 3 years

Text

Futakuchi Kenji Brainrot Angst

Warning: Sad, Angst, and sad

Characters: Futakuhi Kenji, Kanji Koganegawa, Aone Takanobu, You

The sun takes a gander at you and your lover in bed. What a rude awakening it brings you. Rolling over to the opposite side of the small bed, kenji groans at the shift of the bed but once the sweet comforting weight is placed back, his annoyance turns into hums. "Ugh...what time is it..." "We're late" your chuckle is accomodated with light slaps to his cheeks. A friday such as this was much more appreciated with a quick day at school and some street candy afterwards. As the monotone pur of the microwave heats up your bentos, kenji reaches for you in the kitchen. "I dont have practice today, wanna go to the arcade later?" he struggles to open his eyes, however opening his eyes to you was never an unrewarded task really. His perfect match, you were. Your perfect match, he was.

Almost in synchrony both of you get ready. Opposite coloured mugs,pastel green and pink, of your chosen drinks. His a dark brew of coffee, yours a light cup of tea. Footsteps in harmony, a piano and violin accompaniment, towards the shower. Once both of you finish drying, you climb on top of your boyfriend's shoulder while you reach for the blazer at the back. His uniform unhanged from the lower cloth rack. Kenji crouches down, you getting off him, taking both of your shoes from the side. He passes the shoes to you, you passing his bag. "Hey did you charge th-" "Phone" passing your phones before he even finishes. You hurry to the kitchen to lock the gasoline to then reach for the bentos. Wrapping them up in a food cloth, the brunette giant walks to you carrying your bag and other school materials. "I got the lunch this time, burger patties." informing him, him giving you a smirk pulling you out of the apartment by now.

"Lock" "Key." He finishes. With each paired rythmn down the flight of stairs, a beep from his and your phone comes in. "Who was that?" Futakuchi takes a glance at your screen, clear with aone's messages of how late you both were. Always so respectable of course. "Ah shoot, we missed Ms. Hina's lecture again. You know how she gets when we-" " 'Have the audacity to even show up late together' I know I know hahhaha You think she'll get tired of it?" The hazel bowled boy mocks the mentor you two know so well by now, always scolding you two for the double trouble you bring. "Who texted you?" your voice not really striken with any emotion, "Probably aone as well. I'll let him know, we're on our way." he responds and brings his phone a bit closer to himself.

Soon approaching the awfully steep down hill path, you run down with all the resistance to not tumble. Kenji snorting at your silliness, "I hope you fall on your face!" He jokingly tease at you, "Oh yeah? I hope you trip and fall with me!" a fiery glint in your eyes with that mischevious smile he falls for. Running towards you, like the two stupid teens you are. You spin and laugh racing towards the school's backgate.

You remember being so scared the first time he even convinced you to jump. You were just first years then, so young and so scared of the rules, but he didn't care. You were miss careful, dubbed by kenji himself, as you thread carefully to every situation you came accross. You were careful in every decision until you chose to be with your long term boyfriend now.

You were in middle school when you first met him. He was tall for his age, like his best friend aone, but unlike the latter boy he wasn't any sort of a gentle giant. He'd pick on the other team if they even so do something wrong when playing. He was a bit of a bully, he even teased you at one point, nevertheless it didn't make you less in love with him then and now. You remember confessing at graduation, an impulse decision, a decision you accidentally made while your best friend nobu tried to ascertain your feeling for the 1/3 of your friend group. As an asshole does after shamelessly evesdropping on the conversation, kenji obnoxiously comes out and teases you right before he goes...

"Woah I didn't even know how obssessed with me you are! That's soooo crazy, like you. Well I can't leave you disappointed, Humour me. Let's start dating then!"

It even took you a minute or so to understood his bullshit way of just saying he liked you back.

Crawling into class with him, both of you take your seats behind aone's massive frame. You apologize to the frost giant, but your apology was rather piled up at this point.

With the time passing, and the passing of morning bread underneath the table, break time comes where you just apologize to aone for once again covering for the 2/3 of the group. When the free period gives you the time to finally get to your spot, you invite nobu and drag your complaining hazlenut boy there. Nobu sets up the cloths for you to sit on, kenji comes back with the drinks and from chatting with the girls from the other class, and set up the food with ease. When he comes over you smile at him reaching for your drink, "Who was that?" you question but more likely just asking for a question's sake. "Ah the girls were just asking about the next time. Shall we?" he drives the attention back to the food where you all say your prayers.

"Thank you for the food" kenji thanks. "Thank you for the food" You thank. "Thank you for the food" Nobu thanks. "Thank you for the food" Kogane thanks.

Wait kogane? "Oi! Get your own damn food!" The whining boy points to the newly arrived blonde. "But Y/N-chan's food is too good!" "Yeah, obviously, but Y/N's food is also my food so buzz off"

Despite futakuchi's protests, you hand the rice ball over to kogane. You bring out another for your partner to settle his steaming head. A couple of minutes of chatter and aone huffing about the train problem, you suddenly grow a craving for some curry.

"Kenji, curry for dinner later?" he glances over at you, thinks to himself and makes a note on his phone. "Shopping later, then?" almost asking you. With your nod, you two go back to the group's banter.

Curry was somewhat a special dish for both of you even if it didn't seem like much. You still remember both of your awkward demeanors as you met up for your first date. Gosh you both had no sense of fashion. You showed up in an awkward get up, but you would never forget the dumb shirt futakuchi wore to look cool. Sleeveless and all. Considering both of you were only first years back then, all you two could really afford was the family diner near his place. Both of you fidgeting, a cat catching your tongues even when the lady at the front desk was asking you where you two would like to sit. Your faces too hot and too evident of embarrassment to even face each other. It was funny how your fingers fumbled to reach for each other's hand under the table. You mispronounce his name a few times, and his stomach churned at the curry plus milkshake combo he had. Why did he ever think that was a cute idea?

You two seperately thought both of you would surely leave the other because of this. Strangely enough, this dumbass never let you go. Strangely enough, he never let this dumbass go too.

Your hands both linking like cogs, he rests his head on your lap along with kogane sleeping at your shoulder. Sometimes you thought that the blonde boy was just your adopted kid, he synced in with you and your bully-of-a-boyfriend quite nicely. Scrolling through his phone, nobu signs to you about the incoming summer festival plans. You three always going together since you were little. With the gentle giant even being the one to choose which flowers to put in your hair when your mother decorated it. Futakuchi being the one to decide what kind of games the three of you would go to. It was your favorite memory of them.

Yellow tinted stones, loud crowds and jingling of bells, an attention grabbing stall every once in a while. Oh how you loved your second year summer festival with all 3 of them. The same year you first started inviting your boyfriend to sleep over at your place. He hates to admit it but he knew you caught him studying how to dress you in a yakuta the few days before the event. If you hadn't fallen in love with him before that, you surely did afterwards. The day of the festival rolls with you and him even wearing matching clothes, a splash of wonderfully coordinating colours. Kogane was the only one wearing a more casual outfit really. With nobu tracking behind you, all of you climb up the hill nearby for the fireworks. Dazzling into their eyes. The picture of that night bore into your mind while you inform your bestfriend of the plans.

"We should get candied apples too! They're the best treat-" you were interupted by the sudden awakening of the two. "WHAT?! Noooo... Y/N-chan, takoyakis are the best!" "Now I know that's not true because you can't have a festival without the yakisoba..." kenji's annoyed voice ready to start a fight. As the two bicker, you glance over the sweet one agreeing with your sentiment of candied apples.

The bickering, and mundaness of the discussion had left you with a sense of contentment. Ever satisfied to be so young to simply argue over yakisoba and takoyaki. Ever so young to simply discuss curry and festivals. This was the epitomes of your youth. The ever radiant light of the sun always followed the young.

But the sun would not follow you for long. As the overzealous moon grabs one's attention, the same goes for such promiscuous women.

You squeez and stiffen at his collared jersey, a piece of clothing you had once adored and taken care of. Practically clawing out his clothing from the cabinet, you hear his please in the living space. "What the fuck is going on with you? Babe, tell me please" "You, that's whats fucking going on." Clothes and sentimentals being thrown at him from across the room. Your anger high comes down after a bit of screaming and throwing, with your knees giving up sitting you down. "What happened? Tell me..." His eyes were true and his voice was sincere. "I know you're fucking her." it was supposed to be a whisper but it had sounded in the room as a sharp hiss at him. His eyes widen and taking a few steps back he sighs deeply. "I-im...Im sorry..." 'Dont...just leave. Now."

Seeing his way out, his back on display before the creak of the door erases him. He hadn't explained or given you any room to ever doubt what he did. He simply gave up. You knew behind that broad back, he wanted to say something. He wanted to dispute every claim you maid but he had enough dignity to stand back when he needed to. And as that rusty bolted door closes, your highschool love, your youthful memory was simply a memory to look back on now.

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reade #hq dateko

17 notes · View notes

quokkacore · 4 years

Text

GREED: moonlight [oh sehün] (m)

part I of all your gods are fake

summary: sehün craves control. he craves power. he craves and craves and you give your all to satisfy him. you give, and give, and give. but will it ever be enough?

pairing: cultleader!sehün x fem reader

genre: smut, light angst, light fluff

warnings: language, descriptions of cults, graphic descriptions of sex, unprotected sex (dont be a fool wrap ur tool), spanking, sir kink, orgasm denial, french kissing

song rec: jonghyun - moon ♡ bleachers & sia - like a river runs ♡ arctic monkeys - all my own stunts

word count: 4.3k

a/n: this was originally posted to my old blog on november 16th, 2019.

masterlist

You were in your bedroom when he came to you. This, you found strange. You were perplexed when you turned to see Sehün of all people, when you heard the door open and close.

He never came to you—it was always who went to him when he summoned you to his chambers. But you’d received no summons, and yet here he was, decked in his usual red and black regalia, rings adorning his long, slim fingers, dark hair swept up away from his face.

“My Lord.” You greeted him with a bow of the head, keeping the formalities should anyone be eavesdropping. He hadn’t given you permission to address him as anything other than his official title yet, not during this visit.

Such was one of the many rules of the sect; one, if given permission by one of the Seven to address them by their earthly names, could do so only for that occasion. Upon meeting them again, they would have to address them by their official titles, the lords.

“To what do I owe the honor?”

Sehün leaned back against the door of your humble room, and crossed his arms. “I didn’t see you at the worship this evening.”

“I wasn’t feeling very well, My Lord, forgive me. Healer Choi gave me permission to sit out tonight, you may ask her if—”

“It’s alright, Y/N. You’re not in trouble. I just wanted to see you.” He took a step closer, and you swallowed the lump that had grown in your throat out of anticipation.

Having someone so powerful in such close proximity was always intimidating to you. Especially when you knew what Sehün was capable of, both in your private affair and when it came to preaching to the masses.

You’d found yourself tangled between Sehün and his bedsheets for the first time almost a year ago, when he was tipsy on wine and requested a willing girl of age with specific physical attributes in his bedroom. Young women willing to serve their Lord Greed who lived in the Sanctuary were called for, you amongst them, and the moment his eyes fell upon you, you were chosen.

Lord Envy will receive many prayers tonight, you’d thought, as the other girls eyed you with jealousy and contempt as they were escorted out of the room.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, sweet girl,” He said, taking a step closer and snapping you back to the present. Cold blue eyes met yours, and you looked away almost immediately.

“You… thought of me,” You replied, as his hand came up to your chin, pulling it up so you were looking at him once more. He nodded, eyeing your face.

Sehün was beautiful, you realized for what seemed like the millionth time. He was scarred and mangled and terrifying but his features, up close, seemed to be flawless. Everything about him was contradictory. His scars gave him a rugged, worn look. His hands were calloused and rough.

And yet, when he walked into a room he radiated an aura of regalness. He always held his chin up high, despite the fact that he already towered over most of the people he was surrounded by anyway. When he looked down at you, it made you feel powerless and weak. It didn’t surprise you that Lady Fate had chosen him and his brothers as living incarnations of the gods.

“I did,” He murmured. His grip on your chin had tightened, but only slightly, and his face was inching closer and closer. You could feel his hot breath fanning your face, and you fiddled with the hem of your modest white dress.

His lips brushed against yours but he still hadn’t kissed you, not yet. Sehün lived to tease, he wanted you to want him, to plead and beg and cry for him to take what he knew was his, has always been his and will likely always be his. He took most of his pleasure in winding you up before taking you apart, piece by piece.

Instead of kissing you, his hands found yours, and he gripped your wrists so you couldn’t move away from him. Your heart rate began to increase at the thrill of him not wanting you to get away from him, despite the fact that if you asked, he would let you go and leave you be.

“I may be cruel, but I’m no monster. Not to you,” He’d told you the first time you denied him.

His hands forced your wrists up, and your hands found their way to his chest. He slowly forced you against the wall.

“I was worried when I didn’t see you today, so I had to come and make sure my sweet girl was alright.”

You sighed at the pet name he’d given you, the one he always called you. His lips were still resting against yours, and when he finished his sentence, his tongue darted out to swipe at your bottom lip, and you gasped at the sensation. He took advantage of this, quickly slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You knew what he liked, you’d learned so much over the times he’d taken you, and you immediately responded by meeting his tongue with your own. No matter how often you did this, it never failed to arouse you, the sensation of wetness sliding against wetness. The messiness that came, as eventually, spit started falling out of both of your mouths and onto your chins. How obscene yet pleasing it felt when Sehün pulled away, only to swipe away the drool that had fallen onto your chin with his own tongue.

A whimper escaped your mouth, and your small hands tightened into fists, scrunching up the fabric of his shirt.

“M-my Lord.” Your voice was trembling, weak, as you’d become wound up, already waiting for him to touch you.

“We both know that’s not what you’re supposed to call me when I come to fuck you,” He growled, and your eyes flutter shut. You nodded, feeling your arousal spike when he uses the vulgar word.

“Tell me, Y/N, what is it you want?”

“Please touch me, Sir.”

His grin was wicked, nose coming down to brush against yours as he swooped in for another filthy kiss. He let go of your wrists, and his large hands quickly found their way to your thighs. He squeezed them harshly, before murmuring into the kiss, “Up.”

You obeyed wordlessly, hands winding around his neck as you wrapped your legs around his slender waist, dress hiking up as you did so. He carried you both to your bed, and sat, you straddling his lap.

“Look what you do to me,” He sighed, grabbing the back of your neck and gently forcing you to look down. He was already hard, and you grab one of his larger hands, pulling it towards your panties, which are slowly getting wet as your arousal grows.

“You do the same to me, Sir.”

Sehün immediately pulled the cotton fabric to the side, rubbing up and down your slit. “Is this what you want, sweet girl?”

You inhaled sharply, hips beginning to rock against his touch before you nodded.

Suddenly, his free hand delivered a spank to your ass, and you whined, head falling against his chest.

“Words. Use your words, darling.” His voice was stern, dark. You knew better than to poke the sleeping bear, and nodded against his chest before speaking again.

“Y-yes, Sir. I want it.”

His other hand was still stroking up and down your slit, now purposely avoiding your clit and ghosting over your entrance. The friction was slowly driving you mad, the pleasure was there but it was barely enough. You would do anything for him to do anything else.

“Where do you want my fingers, Y/N? Inside you,” He pushed in the tip of his middle finger, causing you to keen against his neck, “Or on your clit?"

He pulled his finger out and dragged his hand towards your clit, tapping it ever so lightly. Your hands twitched at your sides, not knowing whether you were allowed to touch him or not.

"P-please,” You said. Your words were gone. This was what Sehün could do to you.

When you’d first heard of the Sect of Seven you didn’t believe their “godlike powers”, but now you understood, now you truly believed. Sehün had an effect on everyone—greed was his power, and you were feeling it strongly now, reduced to mere whimpers and thoughts of only more, more, more.

Another hit rained down on your ass, and you squirmed in his grip.

“Words!” His growl was louder now, bordering on angry. “This is your last warning, darling. I’m not going to repeat myself again. Use your fucking words.”

You took a deep breath, then another, when you felt Sehün’s free hand run up and down your back, calming you despite the domineering aura he had about himself.

He knew the effect he could have on people, and he could always tell when it washed over you. This was him trying to snap you out of it just a little bit, and often did this to relax you enough to respond when you were having difficulty speaking.

“Inside,” You gasped finally, raising your head to look at his face. “Fuck me with your fingers, please, Sir."

His smirk was almost as wicked as he was, and he held up two of his fingers to your mouth. "You know what to do.”

His eyes watched your own intently as you sucked his fingers into your mouth, ignoring how the tacky, dried spit on your chin makes the sensation of opening your mouth feel strange and almost tight. You hollowed your cheeks, and he chuckled darkly.

“The next time I have you all to myself, I’ll make you suck my cock.”

You nodded enthusiastically at the idea. Sehün was so big, and having him stuffed down your throat was always a challenge that got you rewarded nicely.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, fingers still crammed into your mouth. “I remember you were so innocent the first time I fucked you. Now look at you, so eager for me to do whatever I want to you.”

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trailing it down to your exposed core. “Take off the dress,” He ordered, before finally putting a finger inside of you, setting a slow, tedious pace.

Hands trembling, you forced your hands towards the hem of the white dress, hiking up the skirt, before pulling it up over your head, dropping it at Sehün’s feet. “The bra goes too.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

You unhooked the bra, tossing it away from you. Finally free to just bask in the sensation of Sehün’s finger caressing inside your walls, your hands balled up into fists, no longer able to keep your hands off of him.

“M-may I—ah!—please touch you, Sir?”

His free hand guided your smaller one to the hardness in his pants. “Get me ready to fuck you, sweet girl.” His voice was quiet, husky, and you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Yes, Sir,” You said for what felt like the millionth time that night, and he smiled down at you, before spanking you again, and you cried out in surprise.

“I-I did what you told me to!”

“I know,” He answered, grinning, “It’s just cute to watch you squirm when I do it.”

You whined. “Sir, please don’t tease—”

“Just jerk me off, sweet girl.”

You eyed him defiantly for a moment. His finger stilled inside of you, almost challenging to disobey. You decided quickly it was better not to, mouth latching to the point below his ear, silently and swiftly unbuckling his belt and dipping a hand into his pants.

His dick was hot and hard, pulsing. You could have sworn it twitched once you finally wrapped your hand around it. He hummed in satisfaction as you pulled him out, letting go of him briefly to spit into your palm. You gripped him again and began to move your hand at the speed he was finger fucking you.

It was no surprise to you that after a few moments of this he sped up his pace, and so do you.

You were moaning against his skin now, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses along his jawline and his free hand came up to pull on one of your nipples, the nub now hard and sensitive. His rough fingertips dragging aggressively across your skin, leaving you mad with want.

When Sehün asked if you could handle another finger, you didn’t hesitate, begging for more, then finally keening in satisfaction of the slight burn that came when he gave into your request.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, hands exploring each others’ skin despite having touched many times in the past.

“Play with your clit,” He said eventually, fingers still fucking in and out of your pussy, “Use one hand on my cock and t-touch your clit with the other one.”

Your head tipped back as you obeyed, adding even more pleasure when your hand teased your clit, before setting a quick drag of back and forth, back and forth.

“F-fuck, Sir, o-oh my god!”

You could tell when Sehün was beginning to lose himself in the pleasure; his eyes scrunched shut, his breathing became heavier than it already was. His free hand, which was gripping your waist, gripped it tighter, and you relished in the crushing but not unbearable pain in your side where his fingers were, knowing that there would be bruises in the morning.

Eventually it came, the familiar coil winding you up and leaving you charged like a livewire, causing your movements to become frantic, moving wildly against his grip.

“S-sir, I’m close!”

In response, he slipped in another long and calloused finger. You cried out his name, before gasping as you realized what you’d done.

You’d just called one of the Lords by name without his permission.

His fingers stilled inside of you, swiftly removing them before flipping the two of you over so he was hovering of you. He looked furious, as he spanks you again.

This time, however, it landed on the nipple he’d been tweaking, before pulling out both of his fingers, and you wailed, a woman possessed.

“Sir, please!” Your pleading was loud, ragged, voice reedy with desire.

His hand gripped your chin once more, this time much more harshly. “Why should I give you anything when you won’t behave? I never gave you permission to say my name, darling. I should just leave you here and not come back.”

“No,” You begged, “No, sir, please, I-I’ll be good, promise!“

He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face, before pressing a harsh kiss against your lips. His hands grabbed yours, pinning them above your head and leaving you powerless.

"I’ve denied you once,” He said, “I won’t hesitate to deny you again. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

He nodded, expression stoic. His steely blue eyes were dilated, almost black with desire. “I’m going to fuck you now. You know what to tell me if it gets to be too much."

You hummed in agreement. "Moonlight, Sir. That’s the word."

He smiled down at you softly, eyes turning to crescents as he broke character for a moment. "That’s a good girl.”

The way he could easily shift between harsh and kind left you feeling as though you had whiplash.

He kneeled on the bed, unbuttoning his crimson red shirt and exposing his toned skin to your eyes. You watched, bewitched, as he stripped down, bare as you.

He lowered himself once more, caging you between the mattress and his long, lithe body. You felt your face heat, and although you couldn’t see, you could tell you were blushing. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his swollen, chapped lips never failing to take your breath away.

You felt one of his hands reach down, and moments later you gasped into the kiss at the sensation of him rubbing his length between your folds. “Sir,” You said, between kisses, “I’m gonna die - if you don’t do anything soon.”

He pulled away, resting his nose against yours. “You’re too dramatic, darling.”

You gazed up at him, taking in his appearance. His chest was heaving, hair mussed and now falling into his face, his prominent cheekbones and broad shoulders flushed. His expression was dark-but you weren’t sure if that was because of the way the shadows hit his face or because of the lust he felt.

“Se-Sir, p-please.”

“Please, what?” He said, rocking his hips experimentally, still not fucking into you, and you threw your head back in frustration, “You need to tell me exactly what you want, sweet girl.”

You licked your lips, gathering your words as you opened your eyes to stare wantonly at him.

“Fuck me, Sir. Do whatever you want to me.”

He nodded with a smirk, and you could practically feel his ego swell, right before he pushed into your cunt.

Sehün, after so much teasing, wasted no time in setting a punishing pace, groaning in satisfaction. “You’re always so tight, Y/N. Ah, fuck!”

You wrapped your legs around his hips, wordless at how rough he was thrusting into you. You wanted to grab at him, run his hands through his hair and down his back, but he’d already grabbed your wrists again, manhandling them above your head so you were practically at his mercy.

He rested his head against your shoulder, laving his lips against your skin, now damp and glistening with sweat. The heat radiating off of both of your bodies as you writhed against each other seemed to make the temperature in your bedroom rise, sweat dripping from your bodies and mixing with each other’s, making the slide of his skin against yours come even easier.

His thrusts were incessant, but that didn’t stop you from thrashing in his grip when he hit a spot inside of your walls, causing you to cry out, eyes rolling back into your head and his pace turned sluggish, as the tight clenching of your pussy around him caught him off guard.

“Say my name,” He ordered, one hand letting go of your wrists to come play with your clit, now swollen from your vigorous touching and the way his pelvic bone seemed to grind against it.

“F-fuck! Sehün, harder!”

He complied, thrusts soon shallower and slower, but harder as he rocked into your tight heat. Your moans were garbled, mumbling complete nonsense and not even you knew what you were asking for with your constant begging of oh, please, and more, more, more.

Soon enough, the feeling returned, and his pace was no longer controlled, hips moving erratically against yours. All rational thought had left both of your minds, the two of you fucking against each other like wild, feral animals.

“I’m gonna come soon,” He grunted, “F-fuck, Y/N, you’re so good.”

Your body felt like it was on fire, toes curling when you felt the sensation of an oncoming orgasm return again, and you mentally pleaded, a little more, please, please, please.

Your voice was shrill when you voiced your request, but you immediately regretted it. He pulled out of you, eyes filling with tears and crying out in anger when the feeling was lost.

Your eyes raked down his long, tan torso to find his large hand wrapped around his cock, pumping vigorously and giving you a beautifully frustrating sight to watch, propping your sweating body onto your elbows as he kneeled above you, his voice hoarse as he groaned.

“Where should I come?” He asked, but you knew you wouldn’t get a say. His tone was teasing despite the breathlessness in his voice, and eventually he came down to hover above you, pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes screwed shut and mis mouth tipped open, as he came on your stomach.

Your hands came up to run slowly through his hair, now damp with sweat, grounding him and ensuring he wouldn’t get too lost in his throes.

When he returned to his senses, panting heavily, eyes gleaming with a predatory glint, he grinned down at you. “My sweet girl.”

You pouted up at him. “You didn’t let me come.”

“Why should I?”

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, you were interrupted as his lips pressed against yours again, and you barely even noticed when he flipped you over, not until he pulled away to lie his head on your pillows. You looked him over once more, and you raised an eyebrow.

“You’re still hard?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” He murmured, “I’m young. I’m a god.”

You took in the sight of him, face flushed, dark hair messy, icy blue eyes watching, piercing through you and pinning you down in your spot.

One of his hands dragged down your chest, finally dragging his fingers through the cum on your skin, before both of his hands came to grip your hips. He eyed his stiff cock for a second, before his eyes came up to find yours. His eyebrows furrowed, and you could tell he’d just had another one of his wicked ideas.

“Tell me you love me, and maybe then I’ll let you come.”

You felt your eyes widen, and suddenly, despite all the times he’d seen you like this, you felt very, very naked, exposed, vulnerable.

Sehün wasn’t a man of emotions. From what you knew, none of the gods of the sect were men of emotions. They barely qualified as men at all—these were gods. You knew all of them had sexual partners (Sanctuary Queens, people called them, and by extension, you) as well, but had never felt courageous enough to ask Sehün or any of the other Sanctuary Queens about the power dynamics in their relationships.

However.

Sehün had never explicitly told you that this was simply sexual, carnal. There were no rules stating that a romantic relationship god and mortal was a sin–hell, the entire concept of the sect was that there was no such thing as sin, so long as no innocent person was harmed.

Sehün, no matter how ruthless he could be in battle or cunning he could be during worship, was kind. His heart, while not pure, was also not cold, but rather filled with appreciation for life, art, and you. He’d never explicitly said that he had feelings for you, and for a time you wondered if he was even human enough to have feelings at all.

You were never neglected with Sehün. He’d care for you, clean you up after sex, when you were still too overwhelmed to comprehend what was going on. He never forced you out of his chambers after sex, leaving you to rest in his bed, and if you asked nicely, he’d hold you, stroking your hair until you fell asleep. And while Sehün couldn’t cook if the entire sect depended on it, he’d still send for the chefs to make your favorite breakfasts on mornings when you were especially sore.

Regardless, Sehün asking this of you made you freeze up, and you released a shaky breath.

“Sehün, where is this—”

“Where is it coming from? Come on, Y/N. You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

He sat up, coming to wrap his hands around your arms to pull you closer. His eyes studied your face, and you pursed your lips.

“Sehün…”

“I love hearing you say my name,” He whispered into your skin, pressing his nose against your cheek, “Say it again.”

“Sehün.” You felt your eyes flutter shut, going lax in his hold.

You heard him sigh. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d thought of you all day.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You said, pulling away to get a good look at him. His eyebrows furrowed, and he lifted a hand to brush a few strands of hair away from his face.

“The resistance is planning something. We don’t know what it is, yet. All we know is that a confrontation is coming… soon.”

You watched his face. He looked troubled—the warm, yellow light of your bedside lamp cast shadows upon his expression that brought out all of his flaws: every scar, every mole, every blemish that wouldn’t be seen if you were standing away from him.

This was the gift Lady Fate had bestowed upon you, to see what exactly made one of your seven gods human, and you were even more grateful to have him say what you couldn’t.

“I’m a god.” He didn’t sound very convinced. “That doesn’t mean they can’t kill me, not with all of the artillery Jongdae keeps bringing in. That doesn’t mean they can’t take you away from me, Y/N. It's… sobering. All of this power only lasts for so long."

You grimaced in sympathy, bringing your hands up to Sehün’s cheeks, longing to be close to him once more.

"I love you, Sehün.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, a confession only for him to hear. “I’m so grateful that you chose me, of all of the girls you could have had that night.”

At your words, the usual twinkle that had dimmed in his eyes returned, just not as bright. “Thank you.”

You smiled, and he did the same, before his swollen lips came down to capture yours again.

“Mine,” he murmured against your lips, “All mine.”

You pushed him away, watched him fall back onto the mattress. You shifted yourself on top of his body, the way his eyes flickered with arousal not going unignored. “Okay,” You sighed dramatically, “I did what you told me to do… Does that mean I can come now?”

He grinned, flipping you over with ease. He looked beautifully disheveled, smiling down at you.

“For you, sweet girl, I’ll make you come a hundred times more.”

#kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #exo x reader #exo imagines #exo smut #exo scenarios #exo au #kpop au #sehun x reader #sehun smut #sehun scenarios #x exo x reader #x-exo x reader #my writing

206 notes · View notes

thejamesoldier · 4 years

Text

Every Tomorrow

AO3 Link

a/n: Did I write this fic bc I slammed face first back into the inuyasha fandom after the premiere of yashahime? Absolutely. Did I write this fic so I could get those g o o d domestic inukag feels? Absolutely. Did I write this fic as a way to come to terms with the fact that one of my first crushes as a kid happened to be an animated dog man? Absolutely. Enjoy yall xxx

(this goregous gif isn’t mine!)

rating: explicit

pairing: inuyasha x kagome

tags: protective inuyasha, jealous inuyasha, emotionally constipated inuyasha, honestly whats new, youkai mates, soulmates, youkai culture, mate bonds, mate rituals, touch-starved inuyasha, shippo is kagome’s son dont talk to me, mirsan as parents, sesshoumaru is still kinda a prick but we like him now, angst and smut and fluff, domestic bliss, srsly this shit is so soft i should be arrested, non-canon compliant with yashahime, shit ton of inukag being cute tbh

summary: 'Kagome smiles through tears of insurmountable joy as a shadow passes over her. She tilts her head back and finds a familiar silhouette bending over the ledge of the well. The figure is still for a moment, as if frozen in utter disbelief, before a clawed hand reaches down to her and with a shuttering exhale, Kagome takes it. Inuyasha hauls her up into the light and suddenly, he's in front of her -- he's real. His silver hair, his ears, his red haori, those eyes of molten gold that stare up at her with nothing less than his very soul bared for her to see. Kagome observes such belonging in him, such love, and it completes her.'

my excuse to write some indulgent domestic inukag and explore their happy ending

Chapter 1 - mizpah

The day is grey.

Clouds rumble low and thick over the skyline, swallowing the tops of buildings in the distance and casting deep shadows across the shrine grounds. Kagome is supposed to go out today, a few friends asked her to grab lunch at some new bistro that's opened up near campus. She'd been contemplating how to work the impending downpour into an excuse to stay home, never really having the energy for much these days. Parsing out when to expend the limited energy she did have had become a constant chore since being cut off from --

A familiar pain twangs through her chest, the ache almost welcome. It's all she has left of him.

Maybe it's the rain, maybe its the gloom of the day pulling out the worst of her longing, but regardless she finds herself pushing silently out of her room, walking downstairs, slipping outside, and standing before the closed doors of the Bone Eater's well. Drawn back once again to what was stolen from her. Kagome had promised herself she'd stop doing this, stop torturing herself -- stop giving in to the inexplicable sorrow of living a life without him. But just like the other times, the temptation to let the true weight of her loss pour into the gaping hole in her soul and fill her to the brim, make her so heavy with it that she's brought to her knees, is a poison she's unable to resist. She does this more regularly than she knows is healthy, but its the only way Kagome feels whole anymore. If she's not drowning in loss then she's empty, and Kagome isn't sure which is worse. Without a word she shoulders the doors open and descends the rotting stairs.

The familiar musty smell of earth and something not quite alive but not quite dead hits her. Kagome's eyes water at the memories the scent yields. Before she can stop herself her fingers come up to caress the splintering lip of the ancient well. It feels...empty, same as it always does when she comes in here. The sensation is akin to a sense of hollowness, that the shaft of negative space that runs down the well's center is truly all that's left of the magic that used to come alive for her. A silent sob wrenches down her throat, rendering her vulnerable to the torrent of emotion that swells in her. She let's each gasping breath tear her open, tear out all that's left of her. A sick relief floods her as the sorrow emerges fully and, as always, she crumbles to her knees under the burden of it.

Inuyasha...

Just saying his name, even in the privacy of her own mind, tares something vital out of Kagome's core. She hopes he knows, hopes that despite it all he knows that she is still his in every way a person could be. Disassembled and broken as she is, Kagome offers her anguish to the well praying that if it wouldn't return her to him, then it could at least take her devotion instead.

Carry it to him, remind him he's loved...

For a moment she considers descending the well and curling up at the bottom of it, willing her feelings to reach him, but the thought of her mother finding her like that again...she couldn't bare it. Her mom had been so heartbroken, so overwhelmed with worry when she found Kagome lying at the bottom of the well, cheek pressed to the dirt and eyes seeping tears that wouldn't stop. She wouldn't do that to her again. With that thought Kagome tries to rally herself, to yank her heart away from the addicting agony of missing him and prepares to push her mind into the nothingness she utilizes to numb the pain. She had allowed herself this much and it had to be enough for now, anymore and she'd send herself into a deeply harmful depressive state.

Kagome closes her eyes and uses the well to help heave herself to stand, movements slow and body sore, feeling like her limbs are made of lead. Before she turns to leave, Kagome grips the well as fiercely as she can with both hands. A feeling of intensity overtakes her in that moment and she's unable to think of anything but:

Inuyasha, Kagome declares to the emptiness of the well, I want to see you.

What happens next astounds her. Fate smiles in glee as -- finally -- the threads of time align and pull taught. A gentle breeze smelling of sunshine and wildflowers drifts up to Kagome, it's warm fingers brushing tenderly through the hair that hangs in her face. Kagome's eyes open with an audible gasp. Her heart blossoms because there, lying at the bottom of the well, is a cerulean sky -- a few wispy clouds floating lazily by. The sound of birds singing echoes up to her and suddenly, the Bone Eater's well bursts to life. Kagome is embraced by the energy of the well like an old friend as it resurrects in silent sparkling splendor around her. It soaks into her skin, her soul, filling her with hope instead of sorrow. It's pure life, and it beckons to her with such surety that it breaks Kagome's heart.

"Kagome?"

Her mother's voice forces a sharp exhale out of Kagome, she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. Kagome can't look away from the impossible sky below her though, she's frozen in shock and wrestles with the possibility that this isn't a dream. She's had so many that happened just like this. Kagome...Kagome doesn't dare to hope...

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Higurashi asks as she makes her way down the stairs and comes to a stop behind Kagome, concern strangling the usual softness of her tone into an unsure waver.

"Mom," Is all Kagome is capable of saying, and it comes out in a hoarse terrified whisper.

Kagome hears her mother give a small gasp of disbelief, before Mrs. Higurashi steps up close beside her daughter and peers down the well too.

"The sky," Kagome hushes, still unable to fully accept what's happening but slowly becoming afraid that this will all be ripped from her. Again.

A gentle hand wraps around her shoulders and pulls Kagome back from the ledge. Kagome lets her mother do this, lets herself lean into her mother's warmth in the face of all this crushing possibility.

"Mom I," Are the shaky words Kagome tries to preface her departure with, not sure what to even say -- lost in how she's meant to articulate the avalanche of emotion she's feeling. Because even if this is a dream she can't bare to wait any longer, she needs to know if...if maybe the well heard her and is by some miracle answering her prayers.

Mrs. Higurashi turns Kagome around to face her, hands soft as they frame her daughter's shoulders.

"Kagome," Her mother says her name and it holds all the world in it, Kagome looks up and is immediately swept away by the love in her mom's eyes. Mrs. Higurashi smiles at her then -- kind eyes closing on tears that are beginning to fall, and Kagome nearly collapses, "I understand."

With a sob Kagome embraces her mother for the last time.

"Tell Sota and Grandpa that I love them," Kagome murmurs in a rush.

Her mother only squeezes her tighter and nods. They shake in each other's arms for another breath before both pulling away.

"I am so proud of you Kagome," Mrs. Higurashi says, voice trembling with emotion but warm, always so warm.

"I love you Mama," Kagome responds as tears begin to swell in her eyes.

"Give this to him for me," Her mother requests as she takes Kagome's face in her hands, and leans in close to press a searing kiss to her forehead.

"Oh Mama," Kagome weeps as her mother's love wraps around her heart and fills her with a kind of joy she hasn't felt in years.

Mrs. Higurashi leans back a little and uses her thumbs to wipe the wetness off of Kagome's cheeks.

"Tell him that I love him, that I've always seen him as a son, and that I am proud to have him be apart of our family."

Kagome deteriorates into a watery mess as the sentiments her mother just shared wash over her. Wordlessly, Mrs. Higurashi helps her daughter climb up onto the lip of the well before they simply stare for a moment, taking each other in one more time. Then her mother bestows her one last parting gift.

"Live Kagome," Her mom hushes, fierce happiness triumphant in her voice, as she releases her daughter's hands and watches as she turns to leap down the well, body disappearing from sight moments later.

Goodbye Mama, Kagome calls back as she sinks into time.

Kagome relishes the sensations traveling through the well give her -- a fierce nostalgia gripping her chest at the bursts of cobalt light, the galactic vastness watching her fall past, the light at the bottom of the well welcoming her home...

When she lands on solid ground a part of her fears so intensely that she's still in her time, that she refuses to open her eyes. What if she were to look up and see her mother staring down at her? Kagome hesitates for a moment, eyes closed, standing so still, terrified that this isn't real, and then something throbs in her chest --

She feels him, feels his youki hurtling towards her and suddenly, Kagome is no longer afraid.

Inuyasha!

Kagome opens her eyes and squints at the sky above her, the breeze she felt earlier encouraging her towards her future. She makes it about three fourths of the way up the well when she hears him. The pounding of his feet against the earth as he races closer, his aura a brilliant thriving thing that feels like the sun against her skin. Kagome smiles through tears of insurmountable joy as a shadow passes over her. She tilts her head back and finds a familiar silhouette bending over the ledge of the well. The figure is still for a moment, as if frozen in utter disbelief, before a clawed hand reaches down to her and with a shuttering exhale, Kagome takes it. Inuyasha hauls her up into the light and suddenly, he's in front of her -- he's real. His silver hair, his ears, his red haori, those eyes of molten gold that stare up at her with nothing less than his very soul bared for her to see. Kagome observes such belonging in him, such love, and it completes her.

"Inuyasha," She says his name, says it just for him, and he inhales, "I'm so sorry, were you waiting here for me?"

Inuyasha's expression shifts and Kagome gasps softly at the chaos he's trying to contain, but then he says her name. Says it just for her.

"Kagome."

A wet laugh escapes her lips at the sound of his voice, at how she used to long to hear him say her name, just like that.

"Inuyasha," Kagome murmurs again just because she can as her fingers play with the ends of his forelocks, eyes jumping all over his face trying to take in every part of him at once.

Unable to help herself, Kagome wraps both arms around his neck, relishing in the feel of his hair threading through her fingers, and presses her lips to his with a sigh. Inuyasha remains still for a moment, like his brain is one beat behind, before he clutches her to him so hard her lungs squeeze in her chest. Kagome doesn't care, in fact she doesn't feel like they're close enough. She wants to crawl her way into him and stay there forever, never to be separated again. The kiss feels like coming home, and it makes the part of her that sat empty for the past three years steadily fill. Inuyasha's lips are slightly chapped, she notes, and he kisses her like she's the only kind of devastation he'd willingly submit to. Impossibly, her love for him deepens further. Kagome pulls back with a gasp, trying to catch her breath as Inuyasha carefully sets her down on the ground, their lips brushing while the two of them tremble in the wake of such sweeping passion.

"Kagome," Inuyasha whispers her name again, like its the only word he knows, and dives back down to reclaim her lips.

She lets a soft noise shake loose from her chest when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, his claws snagging on the material of her cardigan as he holds her close. Kagome feels a fang nip at her lower lip and, smiling into the kiss, she happily opens up for him. When their tongues meet, Inuyasha's hands raise to cup both sides of her jaw, mindful of his claws near such delicate skin. With something between a groan and a growl, he breaks their kiss to turn her head to the side, smoothing one reverent hand down the exposed length of her neck. Her heart beat picks up when in one long inhale, Inuyasha traces his nose in a steady line from her collarbone up to the patch of skin just below her ear. He makes a tender noise then, nearly a whine, and without preamble presses his face firmly into the arch of her neck, taking deep unhurried breaths through his nose. Kagome leaves one hand wrapped around the bulk of his shoulders, but brings the other one up to hold the back of his head in place against her. One of his ears flicks against her cheek and in a moment of raw delight, a giggle bubbles up from her throat as does a fresh wave of tears. Inuyasha flattens the offending ear against his skull but Kagome remains undeterred and drops a sweet kiss on to the delicate appendage, the soft fur tickling her lips a little. She holds him even closer as he melts against her at the intimate display of affection.

Oh kami she'd missed him so much.

"Kagome!"

It takes a second for the two of them to come back down to earth, but the call of Shippo's voice encourages Kagome to turn towards the sound of approaching footsteps. Inuyasha makes a firm noise against the skin of her neck -- a warning, like he wasn't ready to let her go yet. He tenses when she ignores him and stiffens even further as Shippo continues to barrel closer. In the span of a heartbeat Inuyasha has Kagome behind him and lets a true growl rip from his throat. Kagome startles against his back, realizing belatedly that he'd just threatened Shippo.

"Inuyasha?" Kagome's words come out sounding like an odd mix of admonishment and worry.

Shippo looks genuinely shocked at being challenged with such a territorial threat display, having slid to an abrupt halt at Inuyasha's feet. Inuyasha comes back to himself after a few beats, brain catching up with his instincts, and his aggression falters.

"Slowly," Inuyasha grinds out as he steps to the side to allow Kagome to come forward, working furiously to relax his muscles.

Respecting Inuyasha's warning, Shippo moves very carefully towards Kagome, though he only manages to take two steps before Kagome is crashing to her knees and hauling him into her arms.

"Shippo!" She cries and Shippo immediately starts bawling.

The young kitsune grabs tuffs of her hair in his tiny fists and smashes his face into her neck, repeating her name over and over again unable to help himself. Inuyasha stiffens again at this, but grits his teeth against the instinct to tear the runt clean out of Kagome's arms. She wouldn't like that, and honestly neither would Inuyasha, he knows how much Kagome means to Shippo.

What's wrong with me?

"You, you made it back!" Sango bursts as her and Miroku catch up and come to a stop a few feet in front of them, kids in tow.

"It's been much too long Kagome!" Miroku calls in absolute astonishment.

"Miroku, Sango!" Kagome all but weeps as she rises from the ground, Shippo still held tight in her arms, and rushes to embrace them.

Inuyasha feels that angry tug in his gut again at the idea of so many scents polluting Kagome's skin so soon after getting her back, but the larger part of him can only smile as he watches his woman hug Sango then Miroku -- mindful of the kids in their arms and murmuring little 'hello's to them as well. He can smell the depth of their rapture as they all rejoice Kagome's return. It puts Inuyasha's heart into a state of profound contentment, and he realizes then that he's never felt this way before. Who knew anticipation could be a good feeling? Because damn was he ready to experience every single tomorrow with Kagome by his side.

The rest of the afternoon is spent celebrating. Kagome reunites with Kaede, the elder priestess nearly speechless with elation at seeing Kagome push aside the noren of her hut. To Kagome's surprise Rin is also there, the young girl delighted by Kagome's return as well, and hadn't hesitated to gush about how lonely Inuyasha was without her. Inuyasha had only shrugged at this, not denying it but still sent a betrayed glare Rin's way as color rose high on his cheeks. Kagome is welcomed back by the people of the village too, townsfolk she'd gotten to know during her time collecting jewel shards being especially pleased to see her, though they knew not where she'd gone. Kagome and Inuyasha stuck to each other like glue through it all, unwilling to part for even a moment. No one blamed them.

At one point Kagome started to panic because she had to pee of all things, and the thought of loosing sight of her hanyou if only for a minute terrified her. The fear that this was a dream kept gnawing at her, and the possibility that this could all be taken away at any moment made Kagome feel physically ill. She'd held it in as long as she could before walking nearly knock-kneed to relieve herself. It turned out Kagome needn't have worried at all because without a word Inuyasha had followed her, giving her true privacy for only as long as it took to empty her bladder before he was within her sights again. Kagome had blushed furiously when it occurred to her that him being so close while she used the bathroom probably meant that he could...smell it. When she tried to shoo him away he only stared at her, firmly shaking his head no once, and waited. After Kagome had finished she'd made her way back over to Inuyasha, feeling incredibly sheepish about the whole situation. The moment she was close enough though he'd pulled her into a desperate hug and whispered,

"Please bare with me Kagome, I-I can't..." He'd trailed off but Kagome was already hugging him back, refusing to let go. She understood.

They shared a grand feast with Sango and Miroku that evening, Kagome using the time to properly acquaint herself with their children. Shippo sat in her lap for most of the meal, and its as she stared at her friends -- her family, that Kagome realized that she'd been given something truly precious and everything in her vowed to never let it go. This was more than she could have ever hoped for, and the fear that this was temporary strangled her multiple times throughout the reunion. But Inuyasha was always right there beside her, and having him close ended up being the only way to ease the worst of her anxiety. After everyone finished their food and caught up on each other's lives as much as they could in one sitting (the serious questions being left for tomorrow), the pair said their goodbyes for the night. Shippo had fought to retire with Inuyasha and Kagome, but was stilled by Miroku's hand on his small shoulder. Kagome embraced Shippo before delivering a soft peck to his cheek, letting him nuzzle back for a beat or two more before promising to come back first thing in the morning.

Now Kagome and her hanyou are getting settled in a hut the villagers had built for Inuyasha that's set on the outskirts of the village. It's quite obvious to Kagome from the state of the place that Inuyasha hardly uses it, though she knows how lonely he gets by himself and she figures he probably spends most of his time with Sango and Miroku who live more centrally to the village. Inuyasha's hut is mounted at the peak of a sloping hill, the tallest in the surrounding area besides the shrine itself. At first she wondered if the villagers meant to ostracize Inuyasha by putting his hut so far from everyone else's, but as they reach the hill's zenith, she realizes it isn't a sign of disrespect but quite the opposite. The vista from his home has views of the entire village and even overlooks a decent portion of the forest. On the opposite side of the hut, miles of stunning countryside sprawls under the hazy light of the setting sun all the way to the horizon. Inuyasha would be able to spot danger days before it arrived, or gain minutes to whole hours of advantage if the threat was a youkai. The villagers aren't keeping him at a distance, they're treating him like their Lord, giving him the highest ground, the most control over the land -- trusting that he will use it to protect them. It makes Kagome's heart clench with raging pride.

"It's beautiful," Kagome finds herself murmuring as they stand side by side overlooking the village together, the wind shifting their hair about their shoulders.

"Yeah," Inuyasha says, sounding distracted.

His tone makes Kagome shift her gaze over to him but she finds that he's already staring at her. Before he would have turned away with a blush and started spouting some blistering nonsense in order to cover up the fact that he'd been caught, but now he lets himself look. It makes something in Kagome's lower stomach go tight. They take each other in for what feels like a bracketed infinity, the moment sacred somehow, and neither of them are willing to break it. Inuyasha takes a step closer and reaches his clawed hands down to gently collect her smaller ones. He brings her hands up to his chest, cradling them there, not once looking away from Kagome's eyes.

"I promise I'll protect you with my life." Inuyasha declares, his voice low and quiet and meant only for her.

Kagome takes an uneven inhale and her heart skips a beat as she realizes he's repeating the same vow he gave to her in her room the night her family was away at the hot springs all those years ago. It hits her then how utterly hers Inuyasha is, how devoted to her he was in the past and how he has remained that way since. It's his way of telling her nothing has changed. Inuyasha watches this epiphany play out on Kagome's face and his expression softens around the steadiness of his gaze.

"I will allow nothing to take you from me again, and I will never leave your side."

Shuddering in the wake of his oath, Kagome shuffles closer to him and finally says what she's always regretted never telling him directly.

"I love you Inuyasha," She watches as his pupils drag wide at her confession, "You will always have me, and I will happily spend the rest of my life with you to prove that."

Inuyasha slowly lowers his head until their foreheads touch through the hair of their bangs, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath in through his nose. Kagome feels a wave of peace come over her then that she finds she's quite content to drown in. She stays like that with him for another moment before pulling away just enough to catch his eye.

"My mother," Kagome hushes and Inuyasha instantly stills, "She asked me to give this to you."

Exactly as her mom did, Kagome extracts her hands from Inuyasha's and reaches for his face, fingers tender as they slide against the warm skin of his jaw. Panic flits across Inuyasha's features then, startled at being handled like he was something precious, and realizing he's horrifically unprepared for whatever is about to come next. Kagome's smile is nothing but fond as she tilts his head down enough so that she's able to lean in and deliver her mother's kiss to his forehead. Inuyasha's hands come up to wrap around her forearms, not to move her away but, Kagome suspects, just to have something to hold on to. His ears flatten under the gravity of the gesture. Kagome closes her eyes and remains there for another beat, before pulling away and lifting his face back up only to touch the tip of her nose to his.

"She also wanted me to tell you that she loves you," She murmurs.

Inuyasha releases a wet sounding exhale and attempts to move away -- overwhelmed by the rawness of all of this, but Kagome holds his face firm and presses on, wanting desperately for him to hear the rest because he deserves to know.

"She said she has always seen you as a son, and is proud to consider you family."

"Kagome," Inuyasha begs, his voice a wobbling mess as he nuzzles closer in defeat, unable to stand the depth of Mrs. Higurashi's gift to him.

After a long moment of them just breathing, he shifts his head and quietly slots their lips together. He releases his grip on her forearms so he can snake his arms around her middle, hands wrapping as far across her back as possible, before pulling her flush against him. Inuyasha keeps the kiss chaste -- utterly humbled. Kagome can only imagine what this must mean to him, and she hazards her mother must have known too.

They stay joined under the warm evening sky as the stars begin to shine through dusk's heavy golden canopy. The sun finally sinks all the way under the horizon, having delayed itself in order to cast as much light as possible onto the pair standing atop the hill -- presenting fate's masterful work to the heavens. A sudden gust of wind picks up around them, and it causes the two to sway a little. Hands clutching tight, lips molding softly, and hair floating around their heads as if submerged in deep water, they know nothing in that moment except each other.

Somewhere far beyond this world, a priestess -- no, an ordinary woman, looks down on Inuyasha and Kagome and smiles.

Kagome arranges the light summer quilt Sango lent her over the futon set in the back corner of Inuyasha's hut. She would have to do something (many somethings) in order to make this place livable. A shy glee erupts in her chest at the thought of decorating it, organizing a home for both her and Inuyasha to live in felt surreal to consider even in her own head. She used to daydream about this kind of thing, the fact that she finally gets to fulfill her fantasy -- that it's her life now, takes her breath away.

"Inuyasha?" She calls once she's finished fussing with the quilt, folding one corner down, ready to get into bed.

The hut is dark, the night outside is still, and the fireplace remains unlit so they don't overheat. Kagome tries to swallow the fear cloying up her throat. Ever since she spent a small eternity trapped in endless darkness with the Jewel of Four Souls, she finds she can no longer stand to be alone in the dark. Back in her time, it had to be either her mom, Sota, or Buyo sleeping beside her each night or she wouldn't be able to get any rest at best, and at worst she would descend into an anxiety attack. It wasn't until her grandfather had suggested installing a night light that she was finally able to brave the long nights alone, though she still prefers to have a warm body to cuddle. It was in moments like those that she'd longed for Shippo the most. Once she'd been able to sleep on her own she had the nightmares to contend with, and those always left her feeling as close to true panic as she'd felt when facing Naraku. There are no night lights in the Feudal Era, but Kagome figures she'll be okay as long as she has Inuyasha with her.

"Inuyasha?" Kagome says again, this time unable to keep the quiver of fear out of her voice.

In an instant she feels a rush of air hit her as he drops to a crouch beside her, like he'd bolted to her from across the room.

"Kagome? What's wrong?"

She melts into him and he accepts her weight against his chest easily, strong arms shifting forward to box her in.

"Where were you?" Kagome hopes she doesn't sound as small as she feels.

Inuyasha stills against her for a beat before wrapping his arms around her completely, securing her in his embrace. Kagome accepts this improvement with a grateful sigh.

"Just checking the window." He pauses, then very carefully, asks, "Is...are you alright?"

He sounds worried, crap.

Kagome feels a stab of guilt for freaking him out.

"I'm fine," Kagome assures quickly, "Just, um, I-I'm ready for bed."

Cringing internally, Kagome wonders if that was convincing enough. With that sharp nose of his, she hopes he doesn't pick up on her lingering (but quickly diminishing) fear. How on earth could she convince him to sleep on the futon with her? Surely he won't object? Not after everything that happened between them today?

"Okay, well, I'll uh see you in the morning then," Inuyasha stutters as he begins to untangle himself from her and pull away --

Kagome's panic skyrockets, and before she can say or do anything, Inuyasha must smell the spike in her fear because he immediately winds himself back around her body.

"Woah hey," He hushes, becoming even more alarmed as Kagome all but crawls into his lap.

"I-I can't be alone, at night," Kagome struggles to explain as she takes shelter in his renewed embrace, "The darkness it --,"

She cuts herself off when she feels Inuyasha pillow his cheek against the soft hair at the top of her head.

"I'll hold you till you fall asleep then," He promises in a soft voice, as soft as she's ever heard him speak.

She can feel his words vibrate through his chest, and it calms her nerves some. Kagome wants to argue, wants to push for more -- sleep beside me, hold me all night -- but she doesn't. He doesn't seem to want that, even after promising her he'd never leave her side. Kagome's anxiety gets the better of her and it seals her lips shut. She settles in the circle of his arms and is resolved to be satisfied with this, at least for now, knowing she's much too shaken to negotiate with him tonight. Kagome knows without a shadow of a doubt that she'll wake up the moment he sets her down on the futon, but she doesn't tell him that. Hopefully she can fake being asleep well enough to fool his hanyou senses, and hopefully the knowledge that he's nearby will be enough to stop her from having a full blown episode. If she can hang on till the early hours of the morning, maybe the fragile rays of first light will be enough to cling to. Kagome can admit to herself that she won't be able to maintain this routine for long, but she hopes it lasts until she's plucked up the courage to ask Inuyasha, point blank and without room for misinterpretation, to share her bed.

Inuyasha knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight, no way would he risk making Kagome vulnerable to any kind of attack so soon after getting her back. His instincts wouldn't have allowed for any other course of action, and on this front Inuyasha is in rare agreement with his youkai half. But he doesn't expect Kagome to share the same determination. He'd panicked earlier when he smelled how fast and how sharply her fear had spiked. Inuyasha vowed to himself at that moment to never allow her to feel that way in his presence again, not if he could help it. She had held on to him so fiercely, and still is even after hours of being in the safety of his arms. Its like she's afraid he'll leave again. This knowledge makes something in his chest shatter and his gut ache. Unable to stop himself, he rubs his cheek where it rests against the top of her head and takes a deep inhale, letting her scent soothe him. Each time he hears her heartbeat slow and she starts to drift off, he waits a few minutes before trying to lay her down on the futon. Without fail though she's yanked back from sleep every time, as if his touch is vital in order for her to rest. A part of him relishes in this level of dependency on him, his youkai half preening at the fact that his mate --

Inuyasha grunts and stands, unwilling to entertain any thoughts about that, and makes his way swiftly out of the hut and into the mild night. He's careful not to jostle Kagome in his arms too much as he lowers into a measured crouch, and launches himself into the air towards the roof. Landing effortlessly on the balls of his feet, Inuyasha pauses as Kagome sighs in her sleep and twists her fists tighter into the material of his han-juban. Inuyasha blushes to himself thinking about how he had all but tripped out of the hut earlier when Kagome started changing out of her day clothes and into a yukata Sango had lent her in front of him.

With a firm shake of his head he banishes that particular train of thought from his mind, and lowers himself down to sit on the angled roof. After a minute of cautious shifting, he gives up and lies flat on his back, arranging Kagome's sleep-pliant body so she's tucked snuggly between his arm and his side. He tells himself this is different than sleeping on the futon with her, that this isn't breaking any 'rules of propriety' Kagome used to always yell at him about.

Screw it, he thinks, if I get sat for this in the morning it will have been worth it.

Inuyasha tries not to think about how much he sounded like Miroku just now, and grumbles under his breath about stupid delinquent monks and confusing female sensibilities.

The stars are a dizzying pattern above him, the moon is a sliver in the sky, and Kagome is curled safely into his side with her cheek squished against his chest while one of her leanly muscled arms has thrown itself securely across his waist -- Inuyasha couldn't feel more at peace if he tried. Everything is as it should be. He hasn't felt rightness like this since...well, since Kagome left three years ago. A cool evening breeze floats over them then, shooing away the insistent press of the summer heat, and kisses their temples before moving on. Inuyasha lazily picks apart the different scents the wind carried -- sap from the trees in the forest, ash from the chimneys in the village, wet earth from the banks of the nearby river...he lets it all wash over him, one sensation at a time. He remembers Kagome caught him doing this once years ago, and when she'd asked him about it he'd told her it was kind of like how humans count sheep when trying to fall asleep. A self-soothing exercise is what she concluded it was similar too. Inuyasha didn't elaborate that the habit was an old one he'd developed during his childhood. Back when he was too weak to fight any of the youkai that hunted him, he'd find somewhere to hide and rock himself in time with his breaths, carefully combing through the scents in the air until he was sure the threat had passed. There had been a brief pause before Kagome asked what he could smell, no judgment or disgust, just innocent curiosity and a hint of fascination simmering in the umber of her eyes. No one had ever asked him about his sense of smell like that before. Inuyasha's heart had clenched in his chest, and it does so now as the memory unfolds before him only this time without the promise of pain. Reliving cherished moments of his time with Kagome used to only bring him anguish, but now...

Inuyasha turns his face into Kagome's hairline that's level with his nose, flares his nostrils, and proceeds to take a sleepy inhale. Her scent shoots straight up into his head and a sensation that feels bizarrely like dizziness makes his skull feel light, and his mind feel like its floating. Inuyasha attempts to turn away once the moment passes, but his body refuses to comply. Instead, before he really knows what he's doing, Inuyasha finds himself nosing down her forehead, over the bridge of her nose, past her slightly parted lips, and under her jaw. Kagome mutters something unintelligible in her sleep in response to all of his tender nudging (Inuyasha resolutely ignores the way it makes all of his insides go soft), but ultimately allows her chin to be directed up, exposing her neck to him. Something in Inuyasha flares hot at the action, and he's instantly compelled to guide his nose into the notch of skin between her neck and her jaw. This is what he'd been searching for.

Safe, something inhuman in his head rumbles, only here is safe.

Inuyasha couldn't agree more, Kagome had always been ineffable to him. He had known Kagome by her scent before he'd known her by her features, it's what first caught his attention when Kikyo's spell keeping him pinned to Goshinboku started to falter. Inuyasha hadn't realized it then, but he'd belonged to Kagome the moment she'd told him her name. Inuyasha smiles like a complete love-struck idiot as he remembers the way she had puffed out her chest and demanded that he say her name right.

Ka - Go - Me!

He allows himself to continue grinning like a fool against the skin of her neck because no one's around to mock him for it, and because it feels good to be happy. He's happy --

"Inuyasha..." Kagome suddenly hums, his name on her lips the sweetest thing he'll ever hear.

Inuyasha pulls his face back just far enough to take in her expression, and something glorious surges in him when he finds that she's smiling in her sleep.

Phew that was hella soft lol, lemme know what you thought down in the comments below if you'd like! I embellished certain moments a little bit to make them more dramatic bc i couldn't help myself, i hope you didn't mind! Tbh it felt so good to write inukag, like im not gonna lie, I grew up watching the show and it feels a little like coming home to get into these characters' heads. Ok I'm gonna go continue my re-watch of the show now xxx

Masterlist

#Every Tomorrow #thejamesoldier #my writing #inuyasha x kagome #inukag #inukag fanfic #inukag fic #inukag fluff #inukag smut #inuyasha #kagome #kagome higurashi #domestic bliss #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fanfic

30 notes · View notes

angelsswirl · 3 years

Text

Vellichor

The One With The Kick in the Ass

Rating: T

Wrd Cnt: 1k

Notes: 3 chapters left!

Always on the edge of something. Always on the edge of wondering why.

Yes. Irene knew exactly what would greet her when she entered her livingroom. But that didn't change the fact that she was hoping and praying the nightmare she was living would be just that, a nightmare.

"Do you know what vellichor means?"

Oh, no. This is unfortunately very real. Her prayers remained unanswered as she crossed the threshold. Being met with the ever increasingly pitiful sight of her best friend (on a good day) laying precariously across her brown leather couch.

"Not this shit again."

She rubbed her face in attempt to swipe away her tiredness or rub off her skin so she could be carted away to the hospital and away from whatever it was Jisoo was doing. Whichever came first would work really.

"It's that feeling you get when in a used bookstore."

"I very genuinely hate you." Irene sat down on the coffee table. Her head in her hands.

"I feel like vellichor."

"Our whole friendship is a joke."

"I don't think I can go on like this."

'Me neither.' Irene thought idly.

"I fucked your mom."

"What?"

"Now that I have your attention, how long are you going to sleep on my couch?"

"I dont know."

"You're making the house smell like assholery and desperation. Go apologize, have make up sex with your wife. Get her pregnant again for all I care, seems to be your kink anyway."

"You don't get it."

"Neither do you. She's sick right now. You know as well as I do that you're not supposed to stay more than three days away from your omega at once."

Jisoo fidgeted. The guilt about that was eating away at her, but she wasnt anything if not stubborn.

"Lia is there, she should be fine."

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself? So, she fucked another alpha 20 years ago. But she mated with you. Get. Over. It. And. Get. Out. Of my. House."

Irene pointed toward the door with a firm finger, not in the least bit surprised when Jisoo only sat up slowly.

"Do you think she hates me?" She asked softly. She stared at her phone. No missed calls from you, because you hadn't been calling. No missed calls from her children, because for them, Jisoo would always answer. Several missed calls from your mom. Jisoo was borderline terrified of her and was making it a mission not to interact with the older woman.

"Y/N? No. She knows you too well to hate you. She knows you're stupid and absolutely shit at handling your feelings."

"I am stupid. I'm so fucking stupid. I love her so nuch that even til this day I get so confused as to why she picked me. And why she's continued to pick me every year since. I'm stupid and a hypocrite and a coward."

Irene nodded along calmly, "Yeah, I've known all these things about you for a while now. So, for the final time. Get off my couch and go tell her that. Go get your wife back."

Jisoo made no effort to acknowledge Irene, but she did clamber off the couch with renewed vigor.

It had been a week and a half since you had seen Jisoo. Your heat had come and gone within the first three days. And in its wake had been the worst case of mate withdrawal you had ever experienced.

You had went through it before. Like that one time before you had officially gotten with Jisoo.

And that other time when Jisoo went to visit her parents in South Korea, and you refused to go with her out of principle that you didn't feel like going to get a passport.

In the grand scheme of things, you're still mad beyond belief at her. More so for leaving you, then because of anything she said that day. But you missed Jisoo like nobody's business and you just wanted her back.

And no, you haven't called to tell her that. Because you're stubborn and this was all Jisoo's fault in the first place. You were waiting on an unprompted apology and then you'll let Jisoo back into your bed so you can finally get a good night of sleep.

During the week, some days were better than others. Most days were just lethargy and other days were full on flu. You're not sure why the omega gets the worst part of mate withdrawal, but whatever.

Today, was one of those days where you were able to get out of the bed. And do things for yourself and clean. And parent. And do the things your children had been trying to do for you.

Bless their little hearts.

Speaking of your children doing the things you normally did, you eyed Peyton who was sitting on the couch, from your place behind the kitchen island.

Where as Ryland and Kaleb had been practically directly underneath you this entire time, Peyton hadn't been. And for Peyton, that wasn't really out of the ordinary, but she had almost been avoiding you.

You continued to stare at Peyton. Your children always thought they could get things passed you. You're not sure why because they never do.

That's when it hits you. You sighed loudly, alerting Peyton to your presence.

You rubbed your temples to stave away the oncoming headache.

"Did you use protection?"

Up until today, you would have told anyone that Peyton didn't have the ability to blush. But clearly, you would have been oh so wrong.

Peyton tried to sink deeper into the couch.

"I'll take that as a no." Normally, you would have to think about a way to break the news to Jisoo, but you're just going to let her figure that one out on her own.

"How can you even tell!?"

"I grew you inside of me for 9 glorious months then pushed you out of me for 30 horrible minutes. Your head was gigantic. All of that is to say, that I'm your mother. I'm always going to be able to tell things about you."

And with that, tears started to fall down Peyton's face.

You instantly gathered the girl in your arms, "Baby, why are you crying? I'm not mad at you."

Peyton buried her face into your neck, "It's been two days and she hasn't talked to me. She won't answer my calls."

"I'm fairly sure but just for some confirmation, we're talking about Maya right?"

Peyton nodded solemnly.

"Honey, don't take it to heart. I'm sure she's probably busy with her summer classes. Or maybe-" You're cut off by a resounding knock at the front door.

You went to open it with a frown.

"Speak of the devil." You mumbled, moving to the side so Peyton could see.

"Hi?" Maya pulled her arm from behind her back and scratched her head nervously. She forced the bouquet of flowers she was holding forward, "I'm sorry."

Peyton wiped her face. She walked toward Maya and took the flowers softly. She looked at them for a second before hitting Maya in the chest with them repeatedly.

"Ow, Peyton! Thorns!"

"Don't. Do. That. Again. I thought you didn't want me or something."

You shrugged at Maya's pleading look, "Don't look at me for help. If she hadn't done it, then I would have."

Peyton eventually stopped. Then pushed Maya back into the hallway, following her. She closed the door behind her.

And you were greatful for that. You didn't want to see them make up or whatever it was teenagers did either.

#jesssica's fanfic #blackpink fanfic #blackpink #jisoo fanfic #jisoo x reader #Vellichor

9 notes · View notes

planetjisungie · 4 years

Text

lucky charms- h.rj

characters; ravenclaw! renjun x hufflepuff! reader ft. gryffindor! mark and gryffindor! jeno (sigh)

summary; with the exams coming up, you need a little help with your charms. well you dont, you just needed an excuse to talk to your long time crush, huang renjun

an; i literally changed this on the spot 🤡 plot holes here i come- (also id like to think jeno is more of a hufflepuff but idk man)

sigh okay this is a long boi

end of year exams were in just a few weeks

yay, your absolute favourite !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sarcasm

now, charms

in room 99, classroom 2E in the south tower

i did my research

you were pretty good at charms, not nearly as good as you were in the care of magical creatures and herbology though

still above averagely good

you know who else was good at charms?

huang renjun

the star ravenclaw prince boy, the pride of the house and a very beautiful boy

best boi renjun

if jeno was being quite honest he was SICK AND TIRED of hearing you two pine over eachother

jeno met you in first year, and you quickly became best friends and even ended up in the same house as eachother

despite having different friend groups (your friend group consisted of you and eunji), you stayed best friends until now aka 5th year

just go with it okay

so as he was saying before i digressed, jeno physically is pained as he watched the longing glances both you and renjun throw when the other isnt looking

but it isnt his business to meddle with your lack of relationship problems

best boi part 2

BUT! but! he will give you both a tiny! eensy! little! minuscule! nudge

that nudge being forming a plan with you

you were slightly reluctant when jenos very enthusiastic face greeted you at the table saying he had ‘a totally brilliant, spectacular, show stopping, wonderful, flawless plan’

this was jeno we were talking about

the same boy who planned the failed midnight snack run a few weeks before

and as soon as he mentioned renjun your eyes narrowed

"proceed."

the plan was for jeno to ask renjun to tutor his friend who was falling behind in charms

said friend was you

and you were ahead of the class

bUT!! you agreed because he wasnt in your class, so there was no way he could know that right?

wrong.

who was in your class?

mark lee. one of renjuns best friends.

also the boyfriend of eunji and the reason you wanted to gauge your eyeballs out everytime you turned around to talk to them

thats right eunji ditched you to sit next to her little markie. bitch.

nonetheless, you agreed because your dumb, spontaneous ass forgot that renjun even knew mark, because if someone said ‘whos mark?’ you would go ‘eunjis boyfriend’

so of course, when all the students were making their way to their class, jeno caught up with renjun seeing as they both had muggle studdies

"hey man, i have a favour to ask"

stage one of operation: stop the oblivious fuckers from pining over eachother (that name may need some revamping) was a-go

"depends what said favour is"

smart boi™️

"is it possible to tutor one of my friends in charms for the upcoming OWLs?"

oh? this piqued china pretty boys interest

"i mean, sure, i could do with some revision too. tell them to meet me at the library after school"

and so jeno walked away with a smug smirk, victorious

and when jeno told you he had agreed later in potions, you were yet you werent surprised

so of you trotted after last period, kinda nervous because youre about to be in the literal breathing proximity of renjun

like obviously youve talked to him before but this time it was just you and him

alone

no get those thoughts out of your head

n e ways u perv

renjun sat at the back table, textbooks and notebooks with his neat writing in both chinese and korean all over the pages

smart boi part 2

so seeing him not looking at you

attention whore

wow why am i so mean today

you sat down and cleared your throat, placing your blank notebooks on the table so the boy wouldnt get suspicious

you had to pray to whatever gods were listening for your cheeks not to flare up the colour of the strawberries you had for breakfast

healthy girl™️

and the gods apparently answered your prayers

because as soon as renjun looked up and into your eyes you swore you were too distracted for your blood cells to even think about moving towards your face

and renjun nearly had a heart attack (by aoa)

poor boy

jeno had NOT told him that he would be tutoring you

he was going to be choked later

"sorry im late"

renjun was nearly offended that you would even apologise to him for being late by

2 minutes and 48 seconds

"no no its okay i havent been here long"

that was a lie he had study period last and has been sat in the same goddamn chair for an hour already but your presence made his ass cheeks ache less

so he started teaching you, but ???

you seemed to fully grasp the concepts

confused boi

excuse me ma’am/sir/señor/señorita whatever you prefer to go by-

you need to brush up on your acting skills dude

appalling smh your drama teacher back from your muggle school would be completely distraught

so for the next hour renjun ‘tutored’ you

things you already knew but this was a dream-

and actually he was a funny guy

he was also muggle born, so you could both relate over things you experienced as a kid

this lead to a raging debate over dora the explorer

that bitch was shaded in said debate, fully annihilated

hola soy dora your asshole

but,, it was fun. because jeno was pureblood and grew up knowing about all his magicky stuff so he was kinda boring sometimes

no tea no shade

but you ended the session with smiles on both your faces, cheeks literally aching with how hard youd been laughing and smiling

so lads

the next day at breakfast renjun was all happy, plonking himself next to mark at the gryffindor table because

man does not give a SHIT about the looks he was getting. he is huang renjun.

"why are you so smiley this morning? and why didn’t you come to my common room last night"

the gryffindor common room was the dreamie hang out

no one dared tell THE mark lee to go somewhere else with his friends

"sorry, last night i was tutoring y/n in charms" smiley boy still

mark seagull eyebrows: activated

excuse him?? charms?? you?? the one who got an outstanding in your report card??

something smells fishy here

"renjun... y/n got an outstanding on her charms"

eunji who had magically appeared next to mark basically said what he was just thinking

confused boi part ??

"wait what?"

but later on he didnt question you about it

he silently observed you

he told himself that anyway

quite honestly if you were spending time with him he was not about to complain

he was staring at you, simply put

my leng bby (thats you, youre my leng bby)

so for the next 2 weeks every day after school you would meet up to ‘catch up’ on your charms

that being said it literally always, every time, ended up with you two talking about something unrelated

like the 5th day you had a conversation about which series of power rangers was better

"SPD, obviously"

AM I THAT OLD?? on god i hate it here

"no, y/n, we all know that dino force is better"

i agree with y/n on this one pal

on the 7th day you talked about muggle sports that you both enjoyed

"i played a lot of cricket"

"cricket? okay tory"

"i am NOT a tory"

on the last day when you should have been, you know, LEARNING

you were having a lovely old chinwag about the x factor

"simon cowell is a king"

"i agree"

legend behaviour if you ask me

wait does chinwag exist in other countries??? translation: chat

so of course the exams came up

but you were dreading them for a different reason

this meant the end of tutoring with renjun

this was super bittersweet, you wanted to spend more time with eachother

you literally could it wasn’t that deep both of you are so dumb smh aint nothing stopping you

jeno agrees with me too, mans pulling out his hair still as you had somehow not gotten together yet

it was like watching snails race, incredibly frustrating but you know that there is the finish line somwhere over the horizon

so you took your exams and both of you passed with flying colours, obviously

smart kids

and you ran right to renjun to celebrate

seeing as he had

not really helped you but you thought that he thought he helped you

oh no honey he knew that you didnt need help

but he didnt know whether to confront you about it?

rip your guilty conscience

so after a long discussion with mark, our china boy decided to ask why the heck you wanted his help when you were absolutely fully capable

unlike mark

and when you saw him approach you first in the halls your heart went

NYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

that was the sound of a fast motorbike

"hi y/n"

‘damn renjun, couldnt have thought of anything better than that?’

"uhh hi renjun"

awkward silence by stray kids

"i just wanted to know why you asked for my help"

okay where is the nearest shovel and what is the most efficient way to dig a large hole-

as if renjun sensed your panic radiating off you in waves

which he did

"not that it was an issue! i enjoyed spending time with you, it was just, you didnt really need help"

he was a pure boy

so you puffed your cheeks and decided to just come clean

somewhere, jeno felt his senses tingling

"genuinely i just wanted to spend some time with you because i really like you"

renjun froze and wanted to smack his head into a wall

bruh

you noticed his expression and panicked yet again

stop panicking man its okay i gotchu

"it was jenos idea"

blame jeno is always a fool-proof plan b

unless you get pregnant, that would not be a good idea

so i guess its not fool proof

BUT I DIGRESS

renjun face palms and groans

"youre kidding me! all this time we wasted doing boringass charms work when we couldve gone on dates"

confusion™️

but?? you felt hopeful??

"i dont think im on the same wavelength"

"i like you too dumbass"

oH so YOURE the dumbass??

yes, yes you are renjun is best boi, accept the L which is really a W bc renjun likes you back

jeno who had found his way to you, listening from around the corner sighed in happiness

"fucking finally!!"

#nct #nct dream #jeno #lee jeno #mark #mark lee #nct hogwarts au #renjun #huang renjun #hufflepuff reader #OWLs #just two dudes deadass pining after eachother

56 notes · View notes

warmau · 5 years

Text

{Regular Inspired!AU x NCT 127} Johnny

tw: weapons mention, violence mention, n*fw elements, be warned. everything written here is a work of FICTION, it does not in anyway reflect reality, nor do i condone any of the extreme behavior. ♢ introduction ♢ pick mark instead | pick haechan instead | pick yuta instead

“he’s guilty of being soft - a hopeless romantic type who’d rather runaway than break a heart.”

“i choose john-”

before you can even finish, johnny is cascading over to you

he’s abandoned his wine glass and is instead clapping his hands together ceremoniously

as he takes a bow in front of the table you’re sitting on

“i promise to keep you quite entertained during your time with jung enterprises”

he extends a hand to help you up

and you take it, faltering a little

and asking quietly that you rather he promise to keep you quite safe

he winks, muttering under his breath that of course he will be doing that too

before turning to the rest of the group with a smile

“well, as you can tell the decision has been made. it was obvious from the start that i would be the best choice as the rest of you,,,,,,,,”

he lowers his tone a little

“dont know how to treat a guest right anyway”

somewhere in the room haechan scoffs

mark is giving you an almost worried look

while doyoung and jungwoo turn to discuss something in hushed whispers

taeil suddenly pops up by your side, poking the skin of your cheek and causing you to let out a surprised gasp

“johnny has more secrets than you think!”

he exclaims

and you want to ask what in the world he means

but he’s already shoo’d off

jaehyun’s hand comes down on a nearby table - the sound rattling everyone into silence

and you notice johnny take a step in front of you

as jaehyun clears his throat

“it’s been settled. everyone go home. johnny, make sure they -”

“what do you think i am, an ungentlemanly idiot? of course i will escort this lovely person home”

jaehyun doesn’t bother to respond

even though he seems utterly pissed about the whole situation - he seems content with your trust in johnny

you start to think that johnny is probably held close by the jungs, he is after all their lawyer

or so you hope

“you can report tomorrow to my office darling, for now ill call my chauffeur and have him bring you to your home”

“oh, you’re not coming with us?”

you ask almost on instinct

johnny’s smile widens

“ah you want me to stay by your side? well of course you do, we’re one in the same now aren’t we? and alas, i dont want to leave you either, but i have some more work to do.”

he takes your hand gently, lifting it up to kiss the top

“but tomorrow - i promise, we’ll be together all day, baby”

johnny drawls out the words - his voice naturally sensual and emphasized

just the way he speaks makes your body react a certain way

but you talk it down, reminding yourself of the situation you’re actually in

these people are dangerous, these people could kill you

johnny’s chauffeur is an older aged man, he speaks with you in english and you think you hear some kind of accent - maybe from a big city like chicago

but that slips your mind

because you’re watching the streets of seoul pass in your window

regular people, regular cars

you’d been just like them the other day and now,,,,,,you’re being driven home under the pretense that you might run away from the mob

the goddamn mob

you groan and the chauffeur asks if you’re ok - when johnny is stressed he usually just needs something to drink

you shake your head politely, explaining that everything is fine

it’s just been,,,,,,,,a long day

the next morning ,,,,, johnny is outside of your house

he’s wearing an expensive looking jacket over a freshly pressed white button down

the cuffs of the jacket are pushed up to his elbows and on his arm is an array of expensive bands and a diamond watch matches on the other

he greets you with another kiss on your hand - eyes hidden behind equally as expensive shades

“i thought i would make up having to leave you all alone last night by picking you up today,,,”

he starts - smiling when a group of women pass by, all whispering and pointing at him

he waves and they all go up in arms about it as they hurry on past

and you take note that johnny just seems to like attention,,,,,,especially the attention of those who find him attractive

“are we going to the office?”

you ask, suddenly wanting him to just get into the car so all the eyes on the street would stop finding their way to you

“oh no no no, office work will come later. for now, i want to make sure you get to enjoy some new luxuries.”

you blink, trying to read between the lines

does luxuries mean something in this shady industry? are you about to be in the middle of something dangerous?

but,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s nothing of that sort

when johnny meant luxuries - he meant it literally

you find yourself following him into stores of brand names you’d only read about in magazines

everywhere the store employees recognize and treat johnny like he’s a celebrity

you are paraded in and out of dressing rooms, in and out of clothing you could never afford

you make the mistake of looking at a price tag while you’re changing and almost fall over

the whole time you insist to johnny that this is,,,,,,overwhelming,,,,,and you dont want him to buy you something - or spend his money or time anymore

that you’re fine going to the office and filing papers all day

but johnny takes your chin in his hand and tilts your face up to meet his

“im not doing this because i pity the situation you’re in baby, im doing this because im letting you have a taste of my world”

his mouth curls up into a smile

“and you’re part of it now.”

he lets you go, turning to focus his attention on some expensive necklace

but the words rattle you

im a part of a whole new world?

the shopping trip turns into a stop by a restaurant where everything is in french but johnny doesnt even have to order

the chef knows what he wants

and you feel small in such a big chair in such a big restaurant

when johnny is really only two feet away

the fancy food turns into fancy art

hung up on the walls of highbrow galleries

johnny listing names of artists like they’re his favorite colors

everywhere he goes and everything he says just dazzles you - the capacity of his networking, his social skill

it’s hard to believe he even needs to work for the jungs - it seems money is naturally drawn to him

as are people

it’s supposed to be your day with him, as johnny had sort of sketchily implied

but when you think about it, it’s been you watching his broad back

people flanking his sides

people chattering in his ear

you’re ignored - aside from the watchful eyes of bodyguards or securities in whatever upscale establishment you go into

and it’s not jealousy,,,,,,,you’re not vain or greedy for his attention

you just,,,,,,feel out of place

so when it’s already night and johnny tells his driver to take you to your home

you dont have anything to say - seated on the leather backseat with johnny right beside you

“well, did you enjoy yourself?”

he asks, leaning his head back and opening the window on his side

his hair whips a bit in the wind that comes through

and when you look at him like this,,,he’s almost unreal

“im very ,,,,, i appreciate you taking your time to show me all of this. it’s all very,,,,,,,,new”

you try to pick your words carefully - but it’s hard

you dont know how to politely say - it was super uncomfortable

johnny doesnt respond, not until the car pulls up onto your quiet street

but before you get out, johnny goes

“you have no interest in being rich, do you?”

his tone isn’t demeaning, it’s rather more,,,,,,genuinely surprised

you lay your hands in your lap and shake your head

“im only interested in being,,,,,normal. a desk job, a good retirement plan, maybe a family.”

you pause and johnny’s gaze is suddenly on you

his hand reaches out, brushes yours

“you’re very humble. i hope you stay that way.”

this voice is one you haven’t heard from johnny

it’s a stark contrast to his usual upbeat, personable and borderline flirtatious sound

this is,,,,,,,,,,,,almost prayer like

but it’s gone as soon as it comes

he straightens up his shoulders and gives you a wave as you step out of the car

“see you tomorrow, be sure to rest and be as pretty in the morning!”

and with that he closes the door to the car and you go to your apartment

worn out, tired

happy to be in your tiny, little corner of normalcy

thankfully, johnny doesnt take you out like that again

for the next couple of weeks you only see him at the office

where he is just as teasing and cheery - calling you over to help him with affectionate names and light touches on your back

it’s not predatory or suggestive - although doyoung has on several occasions grabbed johnny’s hand or given him looks when you were all in the same room

but you dont feel as if you’re being pressured to do anything

you just think this is how johnny is,,,,he’s inviting to everyone,,,,or at least everyone who he in return is fond of

you’re not alone, he’s ruffled mark’s hair in front of you - as if mark isn’t also part of the underground illegal business they’re all in

he’s used cute chinese add-ons when addressing sicheng

quite literally told jungwoo how “adorable and handsome” he was when the mentioned had come in to work with a new haircut

he was just social

so nothing he did to you made you feel outright special

but what it did make you feel was distracted

you were thankful to have someone with his disposition looking after you

had it been taeyong or jaehyun, you think you’d spend everyday sweating over the fact that you could be killed

or put in danger

but johnny made you forget that

until ,,,,, something changed

you had maybe been wrapping up the first month of your time with jung enterprises

happy to have not witnessed anything too gruesome or too against the law

when you’d come in before leaving to see if johnny needed any last minute help

you’d found him at his desk, papers scattered in piles around his feet - his large hand grabbing a fistful of his hair as he shook slightly behind his computer screen

at first you dropped everything and thought he was in some kind of physical pain

but when you got closer, concern in your voice

johnny barked for you to get back

you could only see briefly what was on the screen

the image was of johnny,,,,,,,,,,,,and you

the first day where he’d taken you out

but not wanting to infringe on him, you did as you were told

backed silently out of the office, collected your discarded bag, and disappeared downstairs

johnny’s chauffeur could see the almost ghostly look in your eyes - so he made quick work of getting you home

“don’t worry about him, i will go back and check if he is alright”

he’d assured, surprisingly using english instead of korean

you had a weird feeling in your gut that something was going on - something had been going on all this time

and only you weren’t in the loop

once inside, you’d suddenly stated to panic

had someone threatened johnny? why did the use a photo of you and him together? were you also going to be in danger?

all of those thoughts began to circle and chant louder and louder in your head

they kept you up all night

and in the morning, you came into the office absolutely petrified

mark running over to you almost immediately

“what’s wrong?”

he asked, leading you into the empty printing room, shutting the door

before you could answer, the door clicked again and through it came taeil of all people

his smile wide on his face, his hands clasped behind his back

“so did you find out johnny’s secret?”

he chirped, mark trying to tell him through gritted teeth that now wasn’t the time to joke around

but you could only shake your head

“n-no, but ,,,,,, but is it bad? i just saw johnny last night and he was a mess-”

mark opens his mouth, but taeil moves him to the side as he bends over to get closer to you

“johnny isn’t a mess, his life is. you’ll probably never find out - but if you do, i think you wont really want to be around him anymore~”

“taeil, that’s enough. johnny isn’t a bad guy - he just has a past”

mark’s voice is soothing, as is his concerned expression and gentle hand on your shoulder

but even though his words are meant to calm you down, you forget them and only think about taeil’s

you wont really want to be around him anymore

you want to ask why,,,,was his past riddled with worse crimes? was he really a horrible person?

but taeil just laughs, turns on his heel and leaves the printing room before you can even formulate a question to ask

not that he’d answer it anyway

mark leads you back to johnny’s office

where you can see his silhouette inside

and mark asks if you’d rather have someone else watch over you, he could do it or maybe doyoung

but you would feel wrong just up and trading johnny away

he’d been nothing but kind to you, he’d done nothing but made you forget all the realities of this job

so you decline, thanking mark and taking in a deep breath before walking in

johnny seems back to his usual self, his desk is all cleaned up and he doesn’t seem to be anything short of,,,,,,happy

when he sees you - his eyes light up and he reaches out to grab your hand

“darling! ive been waiting!”

he eagerly motions with his other hand to the door

“i have a meeting with a new client and id like you to come with me!”

you blink, stuck between wanting to ask if he’s ok and between asking if going to meet a client would be safe for you

johnny doesnt hesitate before taking his brief case and leading you back out the door

people from their desks look up, but no one really pays attention

and when you find yourself already in the car - you’re surprised that ,,,,,,,, haechan is also there

“you- you’re here,,”

you start and he snorts

“no offense but i belong here - youre the one that’s out of place.”

you bite back your tongue and johnny swats at haechan like he’s some young child

“don’t speak like that to them, you may be my assistant but they’re our guest-”

haechan huffs, taking out his phone and making it clear he doesnt care what else is said

the car ride is awkward, johnny chats with his driver and tells you about the client

as haechan’s elbow mercilessly digs into your side - even though there’s totally room for him to move over

when you finally pull up to an office building

you brace yourself for the worse

if this is a client that is interested in the jung’s ,,,, “family” business,,,,then that means it’ll be like what you see in the movies

a big mob boss, cigar smoke, men in black, guns,,,,,,,

but to your surprise it’s none of that

the office is normal, the man who you meet is normal, and there isn’t any sort of weapon or burly bodyguard in sight

“i understand you’re interested in drawing up a contract with jung enterprises - is that correct?”

johnny asks, you are seated beside him - notepad out, ready to take notes

while haechan seemingly thinks the best place is to stand directly behind johnny - eyes locked on the poor client

“yes,,,i wanted to talk to one of the company’s lawyers before i agreed to anything.”

the man explains, passing some sort of document to johnny

the conversation is a typical business conversation - nothing shady, nothing illegal

haechan seems to have had enough, as he’s on his phone now

and you’re trying to take notes before suddenly you hear the man address you

“is this your intern?”

johnny nods, motioning to you

“they’re wonderful. please give them your card so they can contact you on my behalf.”

the man shuffles around his desk and you take the business card he extends with a polite bow

you read it

‘cho kyuhyun’

the meeting ends and as you’re walking out beside johnny, you catch sight of something in the waistband of his suit as he reaches for the elevator

it’s the grip of handgun, and as soon as you see it - you avert your eyes away

now you know why haechan chose to stand where he did

“that guy looked like a total weirdo,,,,”

haechan says when the elevator doors close

“well at least he’s not another one of those goons from the busan gang - remember how messy our last meeting was?”

johnny sighs, turning to you

“im glad you didn’t have to see anything like that”

he smiles and you don’t know why, but your shoulders tense

a mess? like a bloody mess?

haechan doesnt follow you and johnny to the car - he waves his phone and mutters something about having to see jaehyun

“isn’t jaehyun at the office?”

“jaehyun is never at the office, he’s always avoiding his father.”

johnny explains

you look down at the notepad still in your hand,,,,kyuhyun’s card inside of it

“well since haechan has left us, i think we should also find something fun to do!”

johnny leans forward and whispers something to the chauffeur

“wait - we aren’t going to the office?”

you watch as johnny’s smile spreads out on his face

“it’s a beautiful day - let’s not spend it holed up inside~”

you want to protest, to say that you love being inside! but then you remember how johnny had looked

sitting at that computer, shaking

and think that this might be for his own sake - a meaningful distraction

so you force a smile back

the car pulls up infront of what looks like another over decorated, unnecessarily rich store

you follow johnny out, ready to feel completely ostracized among the heavily invested, borderline trying to marry johnny employees

and rich people who can practically smell the poorness on you

but instead of stopping every second to entertain someone, or even acknowledge the people who mid sentence try to greet him

johnny just announces that he’ll be upstairs in the “amour éternel suite ”

you scurry behind him, trying to keep in tune with his long legs as he makes his way up a crescendo staircase

into an open, runway style changing room

you look around the interior

there are couches made of white leather - trays with red roses and bottles of wine paired with crystal glasses

and all of the clothes

are wedding clothes

beautiful, floor sweeping gowns

veils with crystals woven into them

suits made of soft, soft silk

and cases line the wall of glittering, gigantic diamond rings

you feel your throat dry, a sweltering nervousness makes a home in your stomach

as johnny walks past the mannequins, gently running his hand over some of the gowns and suits

till he settles on something he likes

he turns to you, eyes narrowed - scanning you up and down

as you press closer into yourself

suddenly shy and unaware of yourself

“this, put this on.”

he passes you what he’s chosen and you’re almost fearful to touch it

but there’s an insistence in his voice,,,,,that deep prayer like voice you’d only heard once before

who is this johnny? why is he acting like this?

all of these thoughts preoccupy your mind as you change, hands trembling over the expensive garments

your own eyes too scared to face your transformed reflection

“are you ready?”

he asks and you feel so out of place,,,,,so embarrassed

“johnny, why are you making me do this?”

you ask and the sound of your shaking voice seems to rattle itself through johnny

because you hear him get up, walk across the vast room, till you feel him outside of the curtain that seperates you and him

“can i come inside?”

it’s soft, a plea almost

shyly you reach and pull the curtain back

you’re wearing what he’s chosen, even the accessories and when you look up at johnny

you gasp

his cheery expression, always happy and playful smile is gone

replaced with dark, downcast eyes

that seem faraway and pained

his handsome features all highlighted by a look of utter agony

“you look divine”

he says - reaching out, touching the curve of your neck

“tell me, you said you wanted a regular life. a family. i assume you want to get married?”

“i,,,ive thought about it of course, but -”

“so tell me. you want to marry a person you love - not a person who is chosen for you, right?”

your throat closes up on itself

you’re searching johnny’s face for some kind of explanation

what is going on here? what is he talking about? why did he look so terrified last night? what is happening right in front of you that is being kept secret?

“i ,,,,, i want to marry the person i love”

“so do i”

johnny’s hand falls from your neck, to the dip of your waist

gently he pulls you out into the room and before you know it

he’s spinning you around, swaying with you in the silence of the room

he moves your body to his lead

your eyes connected with his

confusion apparent on your face, torment on his

it’s the only time in your life you’ve ever danced with no music

your body completely under the control of the man who leads with such painful elegance

that you can’t help but give in

johnny twirls you around and for a second the whole world is in this room

the eternity of your past, his past, your future, his future

is here

until you make a small mistake, drop a hand from his shoulder and you feel it brush past his waist

past the gun that’s hidden there

it strikes you back into reality and you pull from his hold

johnny lets you, standing there with his head hung low

as you hurry back behind the curtain, throw off the wedding clothes, and put your own back hastily

when you come out, johnny is on the phone

“so he checks out? you haven’t found out who sent me those photos? that’s fine. ok.”

you wait until he’s done

turning around to see you again

“it looked beautiful on you, would you like me to buy i-”

“no.”

johnny takes you home instead of the office

he has the car drop you off and you don’t look back when you go inside

you don’t know why you suddenly feel ,, angry? scared? you don’t know why your head is spinning

you think of johnny’s darkened eyes - an expression you’d never seen before in your life

you ask over and over why he made you put those clothes on. why he asked you about marriage

you ask over and over what is he hiding? what’s the secret?

but there are no answers

there never are with him

and in the morning, you dread seeing him

you dread seeing everyone

but you have to go to work - scared if you stay home jaehyun’s own father will come and collect you

or even worse

johnny will come to your home, exist with his incomprehensible self in the only space that is safe for you

johnny is in his office, and so is kyuhyun

the man you’d met with yesterday

you greet them both and say you’ll go get some coffee started

johnny doesn’t say anything to keep you

and as you’re making the coffee - you nearly let the pot overheat

someone’s hand coming over to put the heat out

“trying to commit arson? you’re interested in being a criminal now?”

you look up to see taeil by your side, trickster grin and all

“will you tell me johnny’s secret?”

he adjusts the tie around his neck, shrugging his shoulders up and down

“he’s guilty of being soft - a hopeless romantic type who’d rather runaway than break a heart.”

you scoff, uncaring of the fact that you’re sure taeil could hurt you if he pleased

but you’re sick of playing guessing games

and not being in the loop

at first you didnt want to know what shady business was going on - but working for johnny had started feeling like a legitimate job

like a trusted boss and intern relationship

and

maybe

in a small way, something more

but you repressed that thought - you just wanted to help johnny

that’s what it really came down to, and right now it felt like that wasn’t possible

you return, brushing past taeil who just laughs as you walk away

to johnny’s office, setting the coffee down

oblivious to the way kyuhyun watches you intently

the two of them talk a bit more as you work on some of the files that need to be organized

before he leaves kyuhyun says goodbye to you

and you turn, his eyes large and dark - staring almost through you

it’s a little weird, but your mind is so cluttered that you don’t care much

you exchange a small bow and then go back to your work

johnny doesnt talk much as usual

he’s actually focused on work

and multiple times leaves the office after being called by the ceo

you try to act normal but it’s hard

and for the next couple of days - there’s just this rift between you two

you waited and waited for johnny’s usual attitude to come back, fo him to greet you with a petname - to touch your back gently as he asked about your morning

but it didn’t happen

he didnt turn cruel or anything - he just,,,,became kind of silent around you

“i cant believe it - but i think you’ve put a curse on johnny.”

doyoung mentions one day

“he isn’t walking around talking up a storm anymore.”

you feel a twinge of sadness in your heart - you didn’t mean it,,,,you dont understand what you did to make johnny like this

so finally you decide that you’re going to confront it

he is a dangerous man - you know this, but you trust he wouldnt hurt you and you want everything to be as it was before

“johnny, can i talk to you?”

you ask on a quiet evening, the rest of the office has already gone for the day and the dim light comes through the windows as the sky turns from bright blue to a yawning grey

he looks up from his computer, eyes tired

“of course”

“i dont know what i said or did,,,,maybe i acted rudely at the store we went to - but i just want to ask if everything is ok?”

johnny listens to your question, then moves a bit forward in his chair

you feel him take your wrist and tug you closer

your eyes glancing to his office door to see if it’s close

“ive been such a scumbag, haven’t i?”

he starts

“i was that one who was rude to you, who dragged you around without a care. you should be mad at me. but there are things,,,,,going on now that are very complicated. ive been wrapped up and have neglected you - but just know that no matter what you do or say,,,,,i will never be upset with you”

his voice is soft and genuine, he tugs you a bit closer but also loosens his hold

lets you decide if he’s too close or not

and for a moment you’re stuck looking at his lips

his gorgeous lips

that those pretty words all come out of and - and you think had it been anyone else in the world

with lips like those, a face like his, you’d have fallen in love like magic

and maybe just a little part of you did

johnny knows where you’re looking - and he reads your mind

he tilts his head and lets his hand come up to move to your neck

pull you down and whisper

“close your eyes”

before he does what you can’t bring yourself to do

and just as you feel his lips brush yours

the door opens

and you jump back like a frightened animal

johnny getting up on impulse to block you from whoever is at the door

but it’s only kyuhyun

you both relax

and think he’s probably just here to drop something off

when suddenly, he pulls something from behind his back

“youngho. you’re coming with me”

you think you must have misheard or misunderstood

youngho? who is that?

but johnny doesnt falter, he just motions with his hand for you to get behind him

“i should have known they would send someone for me.”

“you thought you could escape the arrangement? change your name, fly to korea, and it would all be over?”

kyuhyun smirks, his finger calm on the trigger

his hand extended - lining up a shot that would go point blank through johnny’s heart

“your family wants you back. her family wants your back. you can’t just leave your fiancé like that.”

your blood goes cold

fiancé?

“she knows i dont love her, her parents just want -”

kyuhyun hisses for him to shuttup

he steps closer, then moves the gun over johnny’s shoulder

“this lover of yours - they’re no match to the woman whose waiting back in chicago. dont make me kill them for the sake of your marriage”

you dont dare to breathe, let alone speak

is this johnny’s secret? that he’s escaping a wife back in the states?

your heart churns in pain, but your mind cant believe it

not with the memory of him standing in that changing room

looking at you

“i want to marry the person i love”

“so do i”

with the kind of emotion and empathy that could only exist inside someone who really truly believed that

so whoever this fiancé was,,,,,,she wasn’t in johnny’s heart

if she was you’re sure he’d be there with her

not here in korea

not here

with you

“they’re not my lover-”

“bullshit. you know i have evidence. youngho, who do you think sent you that photo?”

your mind flashes back to that night where you’d seen johnny alone in his office

“who do you think wrote that letter? i warned you that id come and get you. and if i had to kill the person you were sleeping with - parading out on the town with like some unmarried man - i would. no hesitation.”

kyuhyun’s voice is cold

his expression stoic, beside the smirk that comes when johnny doesnt answer right away

“nothing to say? just step aside, get your things, and come with me to america. ill even let your little pet run off alive.”

you begin to panic, frightened that

one) johnny would leave - abandon the jungs and his life here and two) that when he did - you’d still be hunted down, unprotected with him gone

but johnny doesnt have any plan to give in

not even when he’s unarmed - a gun pointed in his direction

he instead turns around, facing you and smiles

“remember when i said i was happy you never got to see things get messy?”

you are frozen in place - but manage a tiny nod

“well, baby it’s going to get messy so please forgive me in advance.”

with that he turns, steps forward and right as you see kyuhyun’s hand squeeze over the trigger

with one swift movement and shout

johnny orders you to run - as he squats down, one long leg coming to roundhouse kick kyuhyun off his balance

a shot goes off, but just as it does the gun comes flying out of kyuhyun’s hands by the stun kick

you run to duck under the desk, but see the gun go skidding across the office floor

it lands only a couple of feet from you

you can hear kyuhyun shout - but johnny throws his weight forward, keeping kyuhyun pinned to the ground

he lifts his hand up to land a fist into his chest

and you - scared out of your mind - think this could be your only chance

you dart out, reaching for the gun

kyuhyun manages to land a hard blow into johnny’s jaw with his elbow

and throw him off

he comes barreling toward the gun, but you get it first

and before he can grit his teeth, grab you by the collar

he’s being pulled back, johnny’s arms wrapped around his torso as he stops him from getting close

“GET OUT OF HERE!”

johnny yells and you dash for the door, your adrenaline pumping high in your ears

but then you stop

“what about you-”

johnny throws kyuhyun down, getting back ontop with his hand pulled back

he doesnt answer - but you can see the pure power almost radiating off of him

scared to leave him on his own like this, but sure he can hold his own

you dash down the stairs, screaming for mark, jungwoo, doyoung, jaehyun - anyone

until it’s haechan who rushes past you

“it’s johnn-”

you start, but he seems to know

“im his assistant, i can tell somethings up.”

and with that he’s flown by you like the wind, up the stairs to the offices

you stand - hands shaking with the gun in them

the image of johnny’s bruised face, his broad shoulders shaking - this time with anger and strength as it broke free from his body

a moment or two later, it’s taeil who finds you with the gun

he grabs it from your hands and doesnt offer any comfort or words

he just looks at you

“still want to be around johnny?”

there’s no ambulance called, no police - obviously - but you hear something about kyuhyun being dragged up to face the ceo

and that finally

when you can go back upstairs as well

johnny is seated in a chair, ice on his swelling jaw

dried blood on the corner of his mouth, his hair a mess and sweat soaked through his shirt

when he sees you - he tries to smile, say that he’s happy you’re safe

but you just fall on your knees infront of him

sobbing against his knee

“i thought he’d hurt you- that if i left he’d really take you back and i would never see you ag-”

you feel his hand in your hair, petting it softly

till you look up and johnny motions for you to stand

you do and he pulls you between his legs

“im not leaving. it’s true, i left america and changed my name to get out of an arrange marriage but that’s because i had no choice. it was marry her or die. and im not the kind of man who can marry someone who he doesnt love”

“see, hopeless romantic like i said”

taeil chirps from somewhere

but you don’t care or notice the rest of the room

you just see johnny, not youngho not the ‘mysterious past’ johnny

you see the johnny

who so dearly cared for you - distracted you from all of your life’s troubles

when his own was all upside down

“was kyuhyun-”

“he was sent to kidnap me. he was sending me photos of us,,,claiming he knew we were longtime lovers. im sorry you had to get involve-”

you lean in, careful of his swelling to pull johnny into a hug

he chuckles against your ear and lets his hands wrap around your waist

“i know you said we werent to kyuhyun - but i would be honored to be the person you one day call your lover”

you whisper, without really thinking, to johnny

low enough for him to only hear

and it’s as if your heart has talked for the first time

and johnny only squeezes you closer

“should i call you lover instead of baby from now on?”

he mumbles and presses a kiss to the side of your skin

which makes you pull back, embarrassed to do this with others in the room

but the rest of the group just seems to look as if they’ve expected this to happen

haechan does a gagging motion with his hand, which you see has also taken a couple of beatings

you thank him later for helping johnny - only to be answered with a

“just because you’re with him doesnt mean i have to like you too,,,,,,,but it was ballsy of you to grab a gun like that!”

the rest of the night, after johnny is driven home and insists that you stay over too

just to “nurse” his bruises

you find yourself for the first time since the fight alone with him

the first time since you two kissed alone with him

and you listen to johnny’s story

escaping america, begging his parents not to force him to marry

and you realize that’s why he took you to that store

johnny, like any normal person, had fantasies about his wedding day

about the person he would love

his family was doing its best to ensure he wouldnt get that - that he’d dread his wedding day - a scam, to be with a person who you dont love

you wonder to yourself

did he go there a lot alone - to that store

look at the gowns, the tuxs, and wish he could have a chance to be regular

johnny kisses you a lot that night, says something about how he’s never got the chance to do it with someone he really truly felt something for

and how it all tasted sweeter - felt warmer

until you curled up close with him and asked gently

“are there any other secrets you have?”

he breathed out

“all my secrets,,,,,,you know them now ,,,,, and i promise to never hide a thing from you again”

the words make your heart feel as if it’s going to rip through your chest - because they’re so sincere

they sound like wedding vows

“ill tell you everything too”

you reply, closing your eyes and letting johnny lightly trace his fingers over your neck

the hairs on your skin stand up from the touch and you let his hand go further downwards

his lips kiss where his fingers have been

and you hear it against your skin through the hazey feeling that starts to fog your brain with pleasure

“baby, im yours and you are mine”

the next morning you come into the office and when taeil tilts his head and asks why you’re wearing a turtleneck

you tell him,,,,,,it’s a secret

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 au #johnny scenarios #johnny imagines #johnny au #regular au #nct #johnny #seo youngho #uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh who wrote this .......it wasnt me..............#weapons/#blood/

960 notes · View notes

uta-no-knb · 6 years

Note

Brief knb scenario, angst with a happy ending: Kuroko, Kagami, Midorima, and Akashi's friend confesses she's falling in love with them. They never thought of her as a potential girlfriend, so they reject her. Then and there, she declares "then we cant be friends anymore. Because i dont want to watch you fall in love with anyone else". After being without her, they realize they would be good together and they make up with her.

Ooooh, an angst; I think this is either the second or third angst request I’ve ever received (the exception being the mini Akashi series (Part 1, Part 2, Part 1.5,.) (Had to link the wattpad part since I changed the name of my blog)

Just like my Ai/Camus/Ren request, and the Yosen one, It’ll be a generic scenario, but different outcomes with each one.

The setting for these will be after “Extra Game”; so that means, no Bokushi (aka, Akashi being back to his normal self)

In addition, for the resolution, Kagami and Kuroko’s results will be exactly the same (just different since they’re different names)

And I’m sorry but......one or two of them might just end in angst aaaaand this might’ve taken a slightly different direction.

Let’s begin!!

Meet me at Starbucks/Maji Burger after practice please; I need to talk to you.

Those were the words you said to your best friend before he headed off to practice, and while they were vague words, to you, they meant a whole lot more; these words would mark your future with him.

You looked down the (F/D) in your hand, nerves starting to get the best of you. You didn’t want this talk to ruin your friendship with him, but at the same time, hoping that he won’t say no. Taking a sip of your drink, you looked at your phone and started to play “Munchkin Match”, and after 30 minutes, just as you were about to complete the level, you got a text from him, saying that he was on his way.

Feeling your stomach drop, you said a silent prayer to help calm your nerves. You heard the bell ring, and looking up, you saw your friend walking in, walking towards you; all you can do was give him a smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Kuroko

Location: Maji Burger

“Sorry I’m a little late, (L/N)-chan,” he said, as he walked over and sat across from you. “Coach worked us a bit overtime.”

“It’s alright,” you say with a smile, “I completed a few levels in ‘Munchkin Match’ while I waited, so it’s all good.”

“So you managed to beat that one level?” he said with a smile, knowing that you were struggling with a level that was over 200.

You nodded in response.

“I’m going to go get a milkshake and I’ll be-”

“One milkshake,” a server said, as they brought out the vanilla milkshake and set it on the table.

“Thank you.”

The server left with a smile, and Kuroko turned to look at you. “You didn’t have to do that you know,” he said.

“I know, but I wanted too,” you replied, taking a sip out of your own milkshake.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked, getting down to business.

You pressed your lips together, looking down at your milkshake; you knew that Kuroko was kinda blunt, yet, you still felt extremely anxious. He’s your best friend, and you shouldn’t feel this way, yet it's scary.

“Tetsu,” you started, as you took a deep breath, “We’ve been friends for a while.” You still couldn’t look him in the eyes, at least not at the moment. “You understand me, you respect me, you pretty much know everything about me. I know you’re focused on basketball, but I just wanted to tell you,” you paused again, “I’ve grown to love you, Tetsuya, and I find myself still falling for you.”

You felt relief wash over you, for the burden of this confession finally being out in the open. Yet, your heart was still pounding, nervous about the response you were going to receive.

Looking up at Kuroko, you saw that, like usual, his face showed no emotion as he was taking sips of him milkshake, which you expected since he wasn’t a very expressive guy-yet the look was making you really nervous.

“I appreciate the confession, (L/N),” he started, looking at you straight into your eyes, “but I’m sorry, I’ve never thought of you as a potential girlfriend; just a good friend.”

You froze; you thought you knew him well. The way he acted around you...maybe you read into his kind gestures. You thought you had braced yourself for the rejection, but it turns out that you hadn’t. You felt your heart break, as your stomach sank; you tried to avoid crying, but the tears just came out.

“I honestly hope that my response doesn’t change anything-”

“I’m sorry, but it does change everything,” you say, looking up at him as tears were on the brim of your eyes. “I’m sorry but we can’t be friends anymore-”

“Why would you say that? I enjoy-”

“Because I don’t want to watch you fall in love with anyone else,” you said, cutting him off as you got up from the table and walked away.

“(L/N)-san-”

“See you around, Kuroko”. And just like him, you disappeared from him sight.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Kagami

Location: Maji Burger

Kagami choked on one of the many burgers that he had ordered; he wasn't sure if he heard your words correctly.

“You say what now?” he choked out, after taking a sip of hiss soda. “Did you just drop the-”

“Yes,” you say, looking awaam him, not meeting his eyes. “I’m falling in love with you, Taiga.”

Kagami starred, his brain trying to process your confirmation. You fell in love with him? There was no way that someone could.He will admit that he does like you, after all, if he didn’t you two wouldn’t be friends; but actually dating you?

“Sorry,” he said bluntly, taking another bite of his burger, “I’ve never thought of you as a potential girlfriend, just a good friend who helps me with my studies. Besides, right now, my only love is basketball.

You stared at him in disbelief, surprised that he said that so bluntly; what really surprised you was how he mentioned his studies. Does he just see me as a freakin-. You paused your train of thought by quickly standing up, the chair scraping against the floor. You were furious-not at the rejection (although that did sting), but at how casually he brought up tutoring. “No Kagami, I'm the one who’s sorry,” you said, glaring at him, “After today, we can no longer be friends and your tutor-,

“Haa? Why?” he said after swallowing the last bite of his 7th burger.

Now is when you felt the anger subside, being replaced with sadness and hurt. “B-because I don’t want to watch you fall in love with anyone else.” Grabbing your things, you quickly bolted from the building, ignoring the shouts from your former friend

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Midorima

Location: Maji Burger

“I didn’t realize that Takao would be joining us,” you said as you saw your friend walk into Maji Burger with his ‘shadow’ partner.

“Sup, (N/N)-chan!” Takao said cheerfully, as he and Midorima say down across from you. “Hope you don’t mind that I tagged along. You know how Shin-chan is in regards to hanging out with you.”

“Shut up, Takao.”

You chuckled since you knew what Takao said was true; while you and the shooting guard were close friends (or as close as he would allow you two to be), he still couldn’t grasp the concept of ‘friendship’, but you’ve found that he’s slightly getting better.

“So what did you want to talk about, nanodayo?” he asked, pushing his glasses back onto his nose. “I have important things to do-”

“Be nice, Shin-chan,” Takao said, patting his partner on the shoulder. Quickly, he turned his gaze to you, meeting your eyes; since you were friends with Midorima, you naturally grew extremely close to Takao, who seems to know you more than you know yourself. Once he made eye contact with you, he knew exactly what you wanted to talk to him about (after all, you talked about Midorima to him all the time-and you were surprised that he was able to keep him mouth shut). “I’m sure (N/N)-chan has something important to tell you.”

Midorima turned to look at you and your (e/c) eyes made contact with his. “Well?”

“I’m going to order some food, I’ll be back,” Takao said, getting up from the table; the conversation that you were about to have with him was meant to be private. However, Takao couldn’t help but feel that this talk will end badly.

You let out a sigh and decided that it was now or never. “I’m falling in love with you, Midorima Shintarou,” you said, “I want to be more than just a friend-”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” he said, cutting you off, “I’ve never thought of you as a potential girlfriend, nanodayo. If anything, you’re more of an acquaintance.”

Looking from Midorima, your eyes switched to Takao, only to quickly go back to Midorima. “Then we can’t be friends or...whatever we are anymore...because I don’t want to watch you fall in love with someone else.” You quickly got up and left, leaving behind a baffled Midorima.

“I take it the conversation didn’t go too well?” Takao asked, returning to the table with a tray of food.

“I thought it went fine, nanodayo,” he replied, pushing his glasses further up his face, “Not in her case-not that I care.”

Takao let out a sigh, taking a bite out of his french fries. You’re an idiot, Shin-chan.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Akashi

(Bokushi no longer exists)

Location: Starbucks

“Thanks for taking time to meet up after your practice, Akashi,” you say as you saw him approach the table you were at.

“I don’t have long, but you’re my friend, so I can squeeze you in.”

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his statement. Ever since Rakuzan’s loss to Seirin last year, and Vorpal Swords win as well, based on what you were told by Kuroko, Akashi had returned back to his old, apparently kinder self. He no longer had that harsh aura around him, and seemed to be more approachable (yet he still had his authoritative state of mind-yet it was not as harsh as it used to be).

It’s now or never, you thought as you took a deep breath. “Akashi-”

“I already know what you’re going to say,” Akashi said, as he cut you off, looking you straight in the eyes.

“W-what?”

“You invited me here to confess to me, correct?”

You were speechless; You couldn’t believe that he read you so easily; but then again, it was Akashi, but still, you thought you hid your feelings well-guess you hadn’t.

“I understand that we’ve known each other for a while and we’re friends, but I’ve never seen you as a potential girlfriend,” he said, quick and to the point, “I’ve only considered you as a friend, or a close friend, but nothing more. I'm sorry, but we could still be friends right?.”

Looking into Akashi’s eyes, you could tell that he was being sincere, yet, it still hurt. You do want to still be friends with him, but yet, you couldn’t. “I’m sorry, Akashi, but we can’t be friends anymore,” you start as you stood up, “Because I don’t want to watch you fall in love with someone else.” You looked at him one last time, both of your eyes connecting. “I’m sorry.” And with those final words, you quickly left, leaving the redhead behind.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Once you made your way back home, you bolted straight to your room, completely ignoring your parents who greeted you; they knew how you felt about your friend, so they figured they would leave you alone, and talk to you later.

Slamming the door shut, you pressed your back against it, slowly sliding down until you reached the floor. Bringing your knees to your chest, you buried your face in your arms and let the tears you were fighting to come down.

Every manga, tv show and fanfiction that you have read and seen that dealt with this situation, always ended in happy endings; the guy friend would return the feelings for the heroine, and they would live happily together. Yet in your case, it was the opposite.

You knew the difference between fantasy and reality, yet you were hoping that this particular fantasy would have had the happy ending that you were looking for.

Guess there’s no such thing as happily ever after, you thought, as you let your sobs echo through the room.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Setting: A few weeks later

----------

Kuroko/Kagami

Location: Seirin Gym

“Don’t break the hoop, Bakagami! We’re still a new school!”

“I’m not going to break it!” he shouted back, letting go of the rim and landing on the floor with a thud

“Kagami-kun, there's no need to yell,” Kuroko said, appearing out of nowhere, startling the taller teen.

“Still at it with the misdirection, huh?” he growled, getting annoyed with his shadow’s antics. “You’re going to end up giving someone a heart attack one of these days.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Kagami-kun,” he replied, grabbing the ball and walking to the other side of the court, “Now, help me out.”

“Teme...don’t tell me what to do like-”

“Kagami! Leave Kuroko alone!” Riko yelled, “Don’t make me get the fan!”

Letting out a ‘tch’, Kagami followed his shadow.

“You know,” Kogani said, catching one of Hyuuga’s rebounds, “It..doesn’t the gym seem too quiet?”

Everyone stopped what they were doing, thinking on what the male had said. He had a point; it really was quiet, especially since there were only two people yelling at Kagami instead of the usual three.

“Now that you mention it, it is quiet without (L/N) here.”

“She probably got weirded out by all of the puns,” Kogani said jokingly, resting his elbow on Izuki’s shoulder.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Izuki said with confidence, “There’s no way that’s the case; puns and dad jokes work every time.”

“Didn’t-no one uses any dad jokes except you, senpai” Furihata said, walking over to him.

“Well, dad ain’t right” Izuki said, “Kitacore”

“Can you like stop for once in your life?” Hyuuga groaned fighting the urge to chuck the basketball directly into the point guards face.

“Nope,” Izuki replied with a cheeky smile, as Nigou barked in agreement. “See? Even Nigou agrees with me.”.

“I’m so done with you.”

Riko turned to look at both Kuroko and Kagami, immediately picking up on how quiet they had become; what really gave it away was how they froze at the mention of your name.

“Oi, power duo,” she yelled, “Did something happen between you and (F/N)-chan?”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Kuroko

“”She confessed to me,” Kuroko said, “She said that she loves me-”

“EEHHH!?!”

“That’s so cute!” Riko said in excitement, “Just don’t let it get in the way with prac-”

“I said no,” he added, cutting Riko off. “I’ve never considered her to be a potential girlfriend, just a good friend.”

“You’re an idiot,” Kagami said, hitting Kuroko on top of his head, causing the shorter male to let out a pained yelp. “You should’ve said yes.”

“Kagami-kun, I don’t see how I could have,” he replied. “Because if things went wrong when we’re together, then our friendship will be truly over.”

“I don’t think that's the case with (F/N),” Izuki said, he's joking tone immediately switching to a more serious one. “I’ve lost count as to how many times (F/N) gets asked out in class; she always turns them down because they all don’t have the any of the three traits that she looks for in a guy.”

“And what would that be, Izuki-senpai?” he asked.

“Compassion and loyalty and dedication” he replied with a smile, “Kuroko has a lot of compassion and dedication; whether it be basketball or anything with Nigou, he has it-”

Kuroko slightly started to smile, until he heard the rest of Izuki’s sentence.

“-even though you rarely show it physically,” Izuki concluded, only to speak up again when he saw the partially dejected expression on Kuroko’s face, “However, you still show it somehow, and (F/N) seemed to have picked up on it.”

“How do you know this?” Hyuuga asked, “We’re in the same class, yet I’ve never noticed it.”

“Because she’s a childhood friend of mine,” Izuki said, stealing the ball from Hyuuga and making a basket, “She’s my neighbor. She tells me everything.” He turned to face Kuroko. “I’m going to say this as your senpai, and not as (F/N)’s friend. You’re missing out. And besides, we can all tell that you like her more than a friend-don’t deny it,” he added, as he saw Kuroko open his mouth, as if he was about to interject.

There was silence as Kuroko let the words that Izuki said sink in. He had noticed that things were quiet at practice these past few days, the sound of your voice yelling at Kagami was missed, your words of encouragement, even the sound of your laughter echoing throughout the gym; man did he miss it. Plus, he misses hanging out with you after school at Maji’s, at lunch, even just saying a quick ‘hi’ in between classes.

Izuki was right; he does love you.

“While you might be right, Izuki-senpai, I already hurt her feelings by rejecting her, so there’s really no chance that she’d accept my apology.”

Izuki shook his head, “You’re wrong. She’s a very forgiving person...sometimes a little bit too forgiving. But one thing I do know, is that she will definitely return your feelings; she hasn’t given up hope, but she’s still keeping her distance. She usually waits for me in the little garden right by the gate to the school so we can walk home together”

Kuroko’s expression brightened up a bit, as one of his rare smiles spread across his face. “Thank you, Izuki-senpai.”

“I’ll let you go early, just this once,” Riko said, noticing how Kuroko was starting to become very antsy

With a smile, Kuroko grabbed his things and bolted out of the gym, excited that you hadn’t given up hope.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Kagami

“She...uh...confessed to me,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “She said that she’s fallen in love with me.”

“EEHHH!?!”

“That’s so cute!” Riko said in excitement, “Just don’t let it get in the way with prac-”

“I said no,” he added, cutting Riko off. “I’ve never considered her to be a potential girlfriend, just a good friend.”

“W-what?”

Before Kagami could utter a response, he felt a jab in his side; Kuroko had elbowed him in the ribs again. “Damn it that hurt!” he growled, glaring hard at the teal haired male.

“Kagami-kun, you’re an idiot. You should’ve said yes.”

“How could I have?” he exclaimed, a little too loudly. “I’ve honestly never seen her as a girlfriend, just as a good friend.”

“I’m sorry, you rejected (F/N)-san?” Koganei said, in disbelief.

“What did you say to her exactly?”

Kagami froze, as he recalled what he said, instantly regretting it. “I told her, in addition to seeing her as a good friend, I also told her that she’s a good tutor as well-”

“That’s the worst thing to say to a girl!” Riko yelled, whacking Kagami with the paper fan.

“I panicked!” he defended, “but it was insensitive.”Also, I don’t see how I could’ve said ‘yes’. Because if we were to date, and we broke up, then our friendship would be completely destroyed and she would end up with Aomine.

“....What the hell does Aomine have to do with this?”

“Apparently, it’s a rival thing, Koganei-senpai.”

“And what would that be, Izuki-senpai?” he asked.

“While stubborn guys are one of the traits she hates, which you have-don’t deny it,” Izuki started, noticing that Kagami was about to reply, “she has actually looked past that flaw in you. She actually values how determined, ambitious and headstrong you are. Plus, she’s noticed how much you have matured since last year.”

“And how do you know this?”

“Because she’s a childhood friend of mine,” Izuki said, stealing the ball from Hyuuga and making a basket, “She’s my neighbor. She tells me everything.” He turned to face Kagami. “I’m going to say this as your senpai, and not as (F/N)’s best friend. You’re missing out. And besides, we can all tell that you like her more than a friend-don’t deny it,” he added, as he saw Kagami open his mouth once again, as if he was about to interject.

There was silence as Kagami let the words that Izuki said sink in. He had noticed that things were quiet at practice these past few days, the sound of your voice yelling at him from arguing with Kuroko was missed, your words of encouragement, even the sound of your laughter echoing throughout the gym; man did he miss it. Plus, he misses hanging out with you after school at Maji’s with Kuroko-laughing at the eating contests that he has with Aomine whenever he showed up-, at lunch, even just saying a quick ‘hi’ in between classes.

Izuki was right; he does love you and he’s a real idiot for not realizing that sooner.

...Maybe the nickname “Bakagami does suit him

“While you might be right, Izuki-senpai, I already hurt her feelings by rejecting her, so there’s really no chance that she’d accept my apology.”

Kagami’s expression brightened up a bit, as one of his smiles spread across his face. “Thank you, Izuki-senpai.”

Riko let out a sigh and looked at the clock on the wall, “I’ll let you go early, just this once,” she said, noticing how Kagami was starting to become very antsy

With a smile, Kagami grabbed his things and bolted out of the gym, excited that you hadn’t given up hope.

Once the ombre haired male left, everyone turned to look at each other, surprised at the whole situation.

“Koganei, are you alright?” Riko asked, “You were quiet this entire time, and you love to interject.”

“I’m still in shock that (F/N)-san actually loves him. Out of all guys in this school, she chose him? I was expecting her to choose Izuki, since they always hang out together.

“Not a chance,” Izuki said, “I see her as a sister.” He looked at the door that Kagami just ran out of, “But if he hurts her, then I will not hold back-”

“Don’t kill him! We still need him, plus murder isn’t legal yet!”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Midorima

It had been a few months since Midorima had rejected your confession and you have been avoiding him like the plague; however, something seemed off. While you did talk a lot and get on his nerves (not as much as Takao does), he will admit that he found amusement and comfort in your presence; yet, now that you’re not around anymore, it felt...odd.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, it’s been too quiet, much more quiet than usual and he couldn’t figure out why that was-until it occurred to him; Takao wasn’t around.

That’s why it's so quiet, he thought as he exited the locker room, headed to the court for practice. He wasn’t too worried about Takao not coming in at the same time with him, since that energetic point guard loved basketball.

Opening the door to the gym, he wasn’t surprised when found the others practicing; however, what did surprise him was that Takao wasn’t on the court with them.

“It’s about time, Midorima!” the captain said, “Get your ass over here and start warming up.”

Nodding, he jogged over towards his team, and once he was there, he saw Takao talking to someone.

“Takao, we’ve got practice, let’s go, nanodayo.”

“Haii!” Takao said, turning around to face his team partner with a smile.

Once he turned around, Midorima’s eyes slightly widened; it turned out Takao had been talking to you. When your eyes met his, he felt a lump in his throat, and his heart slightly beating faster.

“Have fun and play hard, Kazu,” you said with a smile, completely breaking eye contact with your former crush to face the point guard. “And don’t do anything stupid-”

“I won't,” he chuckled, as he walked away, grabbing the shooting guard by the arm and leading him to the court.

For some reason, when you walked away without acknowledging him, it hurt...not that he would ever tell anyone about it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Few hours later

“Man, practice was tough,” Takao groaned, as he left the locker room with Midorima stretching his arms over his head.

“It wasn’t that bad, nanodayo,” he replied. “Otsubo’s were a bit harder.”

“Yea, but keep in mind, Yuja-senpai is Miyaji-senpai’s younger brother; so he most likely told his brother to make our training hell, since we’re the aces of our team!”

Midorima couldn’t help but slightly smile. “Guess that’s true,” he said as he looked down at the shorter male.He did however, find it strange that Takao hasn’t brought up going out to eat somewhere like he usually does.

Then again, these past few months....they haven’t really hung out much; despite how much detest Midorima shows against Takao, he still enjoyed his company-not that he’d ever tell him that.

Coming out of his thoughts, he saw Takao smiling as he looked down at his phone. “Are you looking at those BTS memes?” he asked, as he recalled how you had introduced both of them to that popular K-Pop band a year ago; you ended up turning Takao into a member of their fanbase.

“No, I save those for class,” he says as he starts to reply to a text with a huge goofy grin on his face.

“Takao,” Midorima said, his tone of voice a bit harsher, “I know you, and I know when you’re lying.”

“Fine,” Takao sighed, “It is BTS related, yet-” Takao paused, unsure of how to tell him the true meaning behind the text, since he didn’t want to hurt his friend’s feelings. “(N/N)-chan got BTS tickets, and she’s telling me about it.” His tone of voice changed into a slightly happier one.

“I see.” Midorima felt strange; he remembered the group chat that the three of you are in, and how whenever you were excited, you would text both of them, oftentimes, to the point where Takao got so riled up, that his phone would be blowing up with texts from the both of you (and it would even be at 3am when he’s trying to sleep).

“Yea, she’s really excited.”

Midorima heard the slight hesitation in Takao’s voice at his last statement. “What are you hiding, nanodayo?” he asked.

Sighing once again, the young point guard stopped and looked up at his friend. “You remember that day a few months ago, when we meet up with (F/N) at Maji Burger?”

Again, Midorima raised his eyebrow. Takao rarely calls you by your full first name; its usually a rendition of your name or just a weird nickname. “Of course I remember,” he said, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “What does she have to do with anything?”

“Well, we’re kinda...dating right now,” Takao said, rubbing the back of his head.

Midorima just stared at Takao, unsure of what to say, or how to feel. Should he feel happy? Sad? He was so confused and uncertain.

“Are you mad, Shin-chan?” Takao asked, bringing the male out of his thoughts.

“Why would I be mad? She and I were never dating-”

“I know, but, things have been awkward between you two and I don’t want that to get in the way of basketball-”

“It’s fine,” he said, trying his best to reassure the point guard, who just smiled in response. “So how long?”

“Just a little over a month,” he said, “That’s kinda why I haven’t asked to hang out as often as I used to. Hope you’re not mad.”

“Again, why would I be mad? If you’re happy with her, then why should it matter to me?”

Before Takao could respond, both males heard you shout his name. Turning to look around, they both saw you walking up to the two of them-mostly making eye contact with Takao the whole time. The moment you stood in front of them, you paused, as you made eye-contact with Midorima.

“Guess what, (N/N)-chan!” Takao started, trying to break the awkward tension between you and the shooting guard, “Shin-chan isn’t mad that we’re dating!”

You turned your head to look up at him, and turned your head back to face the green haired male. “Seriously?”

“Yea!”

“Oh thank god,” you said, letting out a sigh of relief, confusing both males in front of you.

“I don’t understand, I thought you hated me, not that I cared or anything,” Midorima said.

“Don’t get me wrong, I did hate you,” you started, “And I still kinda do, but then I realized that if you hadn’t shot me down, then I would’ve never ended up with Takao.”

“...Then why not tell me, not that I would care, nanodayo?”

“Because things were already awkward between us, soI begged Takao not to tell you because I didn’t want your partnership on the court to suffer.”

“We wouldn’t have suffered, nanodayo. I don’t know about him, but I know how to separate personal life outside of basketball life.”

“Rude-”

“He’s not wrong, Kazu,” you said, agreeing with the green haired male, “While I love talking basketball with you, it does get annoying after a while.”

“Why are you ganging up on me,” he pouted.

Giggling, you leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, instantly cheering him up.

While Takao might’ve cheered up from that simple action, Midorima couldn’t help but feel jealous. He shouldn’t be jealous at all, yet here he was. Why would a simple kiss on the cheek make him like this?

“Anyway, would you guys like to grab something to eat?” you suggested, startling both males.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Takao asked, afraid that if the three of you hung out, you would just end up falling for Midorima again.

With a mile you nodded, “Yes, I’m sure. Besides, I want to here what’s been happening in the life of one of my good friends.”

“But I tell you-”

“I want to hear if from, him, Kazu.” You turned to look at Midorima, “That’s alright with you, right?”

“Don’t care,” he replied, only to have his stomach growl. “....Fine.”

The three of you took off, Takao’s arm around your waist, towards Maji’s. During that walk, Midorima couldn’t help but ponder on the words that you had said earlier, in regards to him.

One of my good friends.

Hearing those words, even thinking about those words, made his heart sink; he felt his chest tighten.

Was this how you felt when he turned you down? Broken and upset.

Midorima took out his lucky item, which happened to be half a heart of a best friend keychain that his sister has. While the real symbolism is that when the hearts were conjoined, it would spell out “best friends”, in this situation, he felt that it was the opposite;his best friend (whom he would never admit to him in person) dating the girl that he shot down would end up making him regret it, and breaking his heart.

Oha Asa is messed up at times.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Akashi

“It’s been really quiet lately hasn’t?” Mibuchi asked, as he, Akashi, Hayama and Nebuya were walking towards the locker room.

“How so, Reo-nee?”

“In what way, Mibuchi-senpai?” Akashi said.

“At practice,” he replied, taking off his shirt and tossing it into his bag. “Usually there’s so much laughter and joy in the gym when (N/N)-chan was there.”

“Agreed; even though she wasn’t our manager, she made probably the best food I’ve ever had!” Nebuya exclaimed, a bit too loudly,

“That is true,” Hayama said, letting out a sigh as he thought about the food. “She was always there for our team.”

Mibuchi let out a soft gasp as he came to a realization. “She stopped coming after she invited you to Starbucks that one day,” he said.

“You went on a date?!” Hayama asked excitedly, “With (F/N)-chan?! So lucky!!”

“It wasn’t a date,” he said, immediately calming the snaggletooth male down, “She wanted to tell me something one on one, that's all it was; just two people getting coffee.” Akashi was really hoping that they would drop the subject of you, but of course, like the nosey seniors that they were, kept pestering him about it.

“Start from the beginning,” Reo said sitting on the bench, “What happened when you entered the place?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Akashi said, starting to get annoyed. “What goes on in my personal life doesn’t concer-”

“If it’s anything with (F/N)-chan, then it concerns all of us.”

“Especially since she was our unofficial manager,” Nebuya said, as his stomach growled.

“I said no.”

“Come on Akashi!” Hayama whined, as he rested his arm on Akashi’s shoulder, “You were so cold to us last year; this would be the least you could do for us.”

“No,” Akashi said more sternly, “And get off.” He could feel the anger starting to build up inside him.

“Then just tell me,” Reo said, “You know I won’t-”

“She fucking confessed that she loved me okay?!” Akashi snapped, startling everyone in the locker room; from the pestering, to the fact how angry he was at himself for probably being the reason why you stopped coming around, it was all too much.

The three Uncrowned Kings just stared at their captain.

“She loves you?” Reo said, breaking the silence in the room.

“Did you just curse!?”

“She does-or at least she did,” Akashi sighed. “ I turned her down.”

“Why would you do that?!” Reo exclaimed in shock and disgust, “You have no idea how lucky you would’ve been to date her!”

“I just never thought of her as a girlfriend, just a good friend. Besides, my father wouldn’t allow our relationship if he knew.”

“...Seriously, is anyone going to acknowledge that Akashi just cursed?!” Hayama reiterated, only to be ignored again.

“Screw what your father wants!” Reo said, snapping at the redhead, once again startling everyone in the room. “He doesn’t know anything about love. He pushes you to the point to be perfect at everything! That is not love!”

“Parental love and relationship love are completely different, Mibuchi-san.”

“Love is love, Sei-chan.”

“Then tell me,” Akashi growled, slightly more annoyed as he walked towards his senior, “If you know so damn much about ‘love’ like you say you do, then how do you know when it’s love? Hmm?”

Reo turned, looking down at his captain. “Love is making a choice every day,” he started, “We make the choice whether to love or not. Loving someone is an action; you have to choose to put your needs aside for their own. Sometimes it’ll be easy, and other times it’ll be hard. You made the action of becoming good friends with her-you chose to open up around her; no one forced you to do that.” Mibuchi placed a hand on Akashi’s shoulder, “So how do you know when it’s love? That’s the wrong question to ask, Sei-chan. You should be asking if you choose to love someone. If you find you do chose to love them, then good for you, if not, then it's your loss.”

Everyone was once again shocked, which seemed to be a common trend in the room. No one would have expected the flamboyant, shooting guard to be serious, and give actual useful advice.

“Adding to that,” Nebuya said, finally speaking up, “Another way, in addition to....whatever he just said, to know, is if you miss the person when you’re apart.”

“That too,” Reo said, nodding in agreement.

“You three should focus on studies and basketball, rather than focusing on what ‘love’ is,” Akashi said, grabbing his bag and leaving the room, really not wanting to deal with the peer pressure, “Rest up and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The door slammed shut and Reo let out a sigh, “He might’ve changed from last year, but he’s still stubborn as ever.” Reo turned to look at the snaggletoothed male, who was quiet the whole time. “What do you have to say about this?”

“Hmm?” Hayama asked, “Sorry Reo-nee, but I was still in shock that Akashi cursed, that I kinda zoned out.”

Reaching into his locker, he grabbed a notebook and whacked him over the head with it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Needing fresh air after what happened, Akashi decided to tell his driver to not pick him up. That whole conversation he had was pointless-yet he felt that he was the one at fault, since he was the one who snapped at their pestering. He’s Akashi Seijuro, he’s known to not let things get to him.....yet the topic of you...something about it got under his skin.

THe words of his seniors played through his head, as he couldn’t help but actually, consider the advice.

Loving someone is an action. You chose to be friends with her.

MIbuchi was right about one thing, he did choose to be friends with you, and he chose to just be friends with you. Akashi has never really had a true friend outside of the Kiseki no Sedai, so your friendship was indeed new to him (and apparently, he came to the realization that friendships with a female is completely different from ones with males).

He will admit that without you around, things have been different, and he has been more lonely; for once, basketball wasn’t enough for him. He wasn't sure why your absence from his life was affecting him this much; last year when he was...different, he grew used to it. Yet again, you were still there for him, even though he pushed you away.

He couldn’t help but remember the day he rejected you. Since he was the heir to one of the biggest companies in Japan, people would confess their love for him, all the time, just because he was rich; so he was never sure when a confession would’ve been an honest one.

Once again, Reo’s words echoed through his mind as he continued to think about it; you had chosen to be friends with him, you chose to still be friends with him through last year. You had chosen to fall in love with him.

So her love was actually genuine, he thought, as he let out a sigh, I fucked up big time. And that was when he realized the harsh truth; I do love her.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he saw the familiar shade of your hair, sitting on a park bench as you were looking at your phone; to him, it looked like you were expecting a text message.

Gathering up his courage (which he didn’t know that he had lost), he walked over to approach you, to apologize. “Hello, (F/N),” he said, grabbing your attention as you looked up from your phone.

“Hello Akashi,” you replied. You saw that he had his sports bag over his shoulder, and was surprised that he was actually walking home instead of driving. “I take it you’re walking home today?” You didn’t like the silence that was between you two.

“Indeed. It is a nice day so I figured I’d walk home to enjoy the weather,” he lied, since he didn’t want you to know that he was actually walking to clear his mind of his thoughts about you. “Would you mind if I sat with you?”

You shrugged your shoulders in confirmation and with a small smile, he say next to you, making sure that there was a reasonable amount of distance between the two of you.

“I know you, Akashi,” you say, breaking the silence that was between you two, “What’s the real reason why you’re walking home?”

He inwardly chuckled; he knew there was a reason he was attracted to you, you were observant, which not a lot of people are. Yet, being put on the spot like this, made him nervous, and he never gets nervous. Was this how you felt when he rejected you?

“Guess you really do know me,” he chuckled, “I was hoping to talk to you.”

You purse your lips together; already getting an idea to where this was going to go-but it’s Akashi, so who knows what it could be. “About what?”

“I want to apologize, for what I did months ago,” he said, slightly being taken back as he saw you flinch a bit. “I’m sorry for how I rejected you, and I’ve been thinking that you would like to know the reason why.”

“But why now?” you ask, looking at him confused.

“Because I’m stupid and it took me awhile to realize the reason why I turned your confession down.” He paused to look at your reaction, to see whether or not he should continue; your expression didn’t change, so he decided to continue. “Because I wasn’t sure if your confession was genuine or not. I didn’t know if you were just confessing to me just because of who my father is, but I now realize that I was wrong. Love is a choice and you chose to love me, and I was stupid to turn it away. I’m sorry, and during that time, I realized that I actually do return your feelings. And I hope it's not too late for me to return your feelings. I never truly appreciated how much your friendship and companionship was to me, and I can’t go another day without you.”

You just stared at the male, trying to process what he said (and in partial shock that he had admitted that he was wrong). “I appreciate the apology Akashi, and I accept your apology. However, I have to apologize myself, for the romantic feelings I had for you are no longer apparent; I’ve moved on. But I will admit that I have missed spending time with you and being your friend.”

Akashi wasn’t surprised that your feelings had vanished, but he was surprised that, even after he hurt you, you wanted to still be friends with him.

Before he could respond, your phone went off, indicating that you had a text message. Looking at your phone, a smile appeared on your face, and you stood up. “My date’s here,” you say as you gather your things.

“Date?”

You nodded, “Yea, I’ve been seeing someone lately and things are looking serious,” you smiled. “You actually know him. He went to our school.”

Akashi froze, trying to analyze who it would be; it wouldn’t be Nebuya, and it was definitely not Reo. There’s a possibility that it could be Hayama, since he was unusually quiet after practice, but you had used the verb ‘went to’.

“I hope that doesn’t affect the fact that I would like to rekindle our friendship.”

Before he could verbally respond, a familiar figure had approached the two of you, stopping right next to you.

“Long time no see, Akashi,” the person said, with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Likewise, Mayuzumi-san,” he replied, putting on a smile.

“I hate to end our conversation here, but I will hopefully talk to you tomorrow, okay?” you said excitedly, “Because I would be happy to have my close friend back.”

Akashi flashed a sincere smile, “Of course,” he said, “I’d like that as well.”

Smiling, you grabbed Mayuzumi’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze (you knew how insecure he could be....even though he wasn’t aware that you knew). “That’s awesome!” you exclaimed with a smile, “I’ve missed hanging out with you and the other three. Ooh! Maybe the six of us could hang out one day!”

“It would have to be around both mine and Mayuzumi-san’s schedules,” Akashi said, “Plus, we have the WINter Cup coming around the corner too.”

“Mm, we’ll think of something-”

“As much as I like this mini reunion, we have to get going; the library will close in about an hour,” Mayuzumi said, starting to get uncomfortable with how casual you were with Akashi-since yesterday you couldn’t help but rant about him.

“See ya tomorrow Sei-chan!” you say, as you walk away with Mayuzumi.

Once out of sight, Akashi ran a hand through his hair; he braced himself for rejection, but he never expected for you to already be dating someone-especially one of his seniors.

With pain in his heart, he began to walk away.

I guess the saying is true; you never really know how much you love a person, until they love someone else

I know you said short, but I kinda got carried away with Midorima, Akashi and Kuroko (by the time I got to Kagami, I got lazy; sorry)

Before the end, I just want to apologize, that this took a completely different turn (probably slightly??) I'm also sorry about the angsty ending for Akashi and Midorima (kinda not sorry, but also sorry) - it’s just that from most of the angst that I read about Akashi usually end up happy....so I wanted to change that.

HOWEVER

If you guys want to see a happy version of Akashi and Midorima, as well as the continuation of the Kagami and Kuroko scenarios, shoot me an ask, and I’ll write them; I will say...probably need 6 asks. (IF YOU ASK VIA ANON, ONLY ASK ONCE PLEASE!!! It’s hot fair to me if just one person sends in the request numerous times...since I do have other requests to write as well)

....OR, if this post gets 20+ notes, I’ll also write them.

Anyway, the ask box is still opened; but I think at the moment, I’ll just take UtaPri requests until the end of the week..and depending on the number I may or may not close the ask box...dunno yet...I got no sleep last night so i’ve been up for almost 24 hours.....so if I sound rude, or if this seems rushed, then I’m sorry.

Anyway, until next time!

~Orca

39 notes · View notes

a-freaking-diary · 3 years

Text

Fri, Aug 27, 2021

I was listening to madison beer's album called life support and didn't really expect it to be actually good. But guess what it was actually good. Especially blue, and numb and carry on. It was so nice. I haven't listened to any album in a logn time that gained my interest so it was nice. So that got me a bit depressed. Well technically yesterday I went to AA house to leave N clothes so they can send it to her in Fin. So we had to stay there for a bit. I always have to change my look when going there...its freaking annoying i hate it but that's fucked u pak culture for you. Forcing people to do things. Unfortunately the guy was there. So I had to stay there and I hated it. It was kind of nice talking to Zai even though I don't think she enjoys my company that much. There are elements of jealousy present in it because of prolly finance and education or something. I don't freaking know. I am just sad that's how it is. But she's young and it will be over eventually. I am sure that AA made him feel insecure about it. He's a creep and an asshole. An insecure freaking bastzrd with big ass ego.

I enjoyed talking because I haven't really talked to anyone in a long time. But moving on. Two days onwards I haven't really been able to fall asleep properly because of all of these emotions: guilt, regret, and anger.

The thoughts were suffocating, it was like there was something stuck in my chest. And I just felt sorry for myself. So I took a bit of recluse in ami. But she is so freaking abusive emotionally. It was just for that moment that I needed soemone. My mother makes me feel very broken, hurt and sad. I just fell asleep by distracting myself and thinking of rick and morty. It's quite a big interest of mine for now.

So today I watched videos about advice for 18 year olds and I came up with this list.

• learn how to learn and focus on studies. Do your best. They matter big time. 4.0 Gpa I m coming for you

-> especially for me since I want to move to Canada or UK for masters and get a job there (this is a big thing for me, I want to leave this place really badly, I can't handle this society. I don't even feel safe when I go out because of femicide and every man sexualizing me when I go out by staring at me. I am gonna keep a knife for myself when I go out.)

• document everything like taking pictures of everyone

• network and connect, be the first to connect different friend groups. Attend the different functions

• know about finance (long term investment (stock market) (prolly start during my masters time))

• dont date now, date later in life when you have settled yourself and don't settle for less (someone who has similar values, interests, beliefs and core values as you)

• learn different skills.

-> I am learning French so that's pretty good ig

• travel

• learn the serenity prayer by heart (you are definitely gonna need it zai) and go by your values.

• learn to make thigns easier for yourself

-> Think of life as a challenge and multiple obstacles that need to be overcome.

This is all for now ig.

Also just gonna post the 20s goals here

[ ] Get bachelors degree

> 3.9 GPA (be so good academically that the uni won't be able to refuse you)

> GRE Exams (at the start of 4th year)

> IELTS Exams (//)

[ ] Get masters degree abroad (MFE)

[ ] Get a job (//)

[ ] Get a house (//)

[ ] Get the citizenship (//)

> Get PR first by staying for 3 years

[ ] Tie your tubes

[ ] Travel

[ ] Get the freaking therapy

I have to do all of this for myself and my future. For my well being. If I stay here, it might as well just rot me from the inside.

My mother will suffocate me to death.

0 notes

tobedeletedwayward · 7 years

Text

Mr Mysterious || Jimin

Request:

Summary: You’ve heard your fair share of rumours about Park Jimin. And while being roommates was not an ideal circumstance, maybe it would clear the air between what you knew and did not know.

Word Count: 2,040

A/N: Returning to your scheduled updates - I’ll try and throw out a couple of To Do List scenarios today just to speed things along. And of course the first update is a combination of Roommate!AU and Mafia!AU - because what else do I actually write on this blog? dont mind the slightly rushed ending plz kthnx

“Are you sure you haven’t noticed anything suspicious about him? Because don’t be afraid to tell me if you have; what is said between the two of us is completely confidential.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes and instead opted to smile kindly at the older RA. “Nothing besides the fact he doesn’t wash his plates.” You answered, attempting to diffuse the tension with your humour.

Bora huffed and folded her arms. “Well if you do-”

“I’ll be sure to tell you if Jimin does something out of the ordinary, don’t worry.”

She pulled her lips into a tight line and sighed. “You’re a good kid [Y/N]... Enjoy your day.”

With a wave, you shut your dorm room door behind you and sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you looked to the figure passed out on the couch.

“You owe me, Park Jimin...” You grumbled, more so to yourself than to him, before you stalked away to your respective bedroom to get ready for your lecture.

You weren’t too sure with what your roommate did with his spare time. You admit you were concerned, a bit too invested if you were completely honest, and that alone somehow compelled you to keep lying to your dorm’s RA.

Bora meant well, you knew that, but for some reason you didn’t want to rat Jimin out.

If you did, he would never forgive you.

And despite the lying and the secrecy, you were perfectly fine with the dynamic you had going with him.

Your friends? Not so much.

“Oh my God, if you ask me one more question about him I am going to punch you.” You growled intimidatingly, slamming down the highlighter you were holding onto your workbook. The tip hit the paper, leaving a dot in between a long string of words. [Y/F/N] raised her hands up in defence, eyes wide at the sudden anger in your voice. And yet, the surprise quickly faded into amusement.

“Come on [Y/N],” she began, “I can’t help but be curious. You’re like the only one Jimin is nice to on campus and it’s because you’re roommates.”

“That doesn’t mean I know every little in and out of his life.” You retorted. “Besides, rumours are rumours. Even if I did know something of worth, the damage has already been done.”

“So you admit you know some things!”

“You. Are. Insufferable!” You hissed, unamused by the ongoing assault of questions.

“Damn, I never thought I’d see the day when [Y/N] was actively defending the campus criminal.”

“Okay, that’s it!” You snapped, quickly shoving your stationery into your backpack followed by your notebooks. “You can fail the assignment.”

Sweeping the textbooks shut and into your arms, you left her, not caring about her calls to get you to sit back down.

You loved [Y/F/N] – you loved all of your friends – you really did, but some days you couldn’t stand their incessant nagging and inquiry about your roommate.

Apparently it was hard for them to believe you really didn’t know what was going on.

But as you exited the library, it dawned upon you that perhaps storming away wasn’t the best option. Sure it showed how annoyed you had finally become, but surely there would have been another way to let them know...

No, they took it too far.

Jimin wasn’t a criminal; he was just misunderstood – a little too aloof for most people’s likings.

You sighed, adjusting the straps of your bag and the grip on the textbooks before moving towards before moving towards the secondary library on campus.

You didn’t get very far, however, when you heard a familiar voice call out to you.

“[Y/N]! Wait up!”

You found yourself slowing down just enough for the person to catch up to you, watching as the familiar figure took long strides to reach you.

“Yes Jimin?” You asked as your roommate assumed the empty space by your space, his shoulders rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath. Despite this, he smiled warmly at you, immediately matching your pace as you began to speed up.

“Are you doing anything right now?” He asked, pushing his hands into his hoodie pockets as you thought of your response.

“I mean I’m going to the library to work on an assignment-”

“I mean anything important right now.” He clarified, his signature smirk appearing across his face. You rolled your eyes at him.

“That assignment is important-”

“Then anything not boring.”

“What is it, Jimin?”

“Have you eaten yet?” Jimin asked, ignoring your own question as he normally did. When you didn’t answer he laughed. “Good because lunch is on me today, Bell View Bar on the other side of campus is empty this time of day.” He announced, immediately guiding you in the opposite direction of the library. You groaned.

“Jimin, please, I have to work on this report – it’s due in a few weeks and if I don’t start now I will honestly never start.” You begged, trying to veer away from your roommate only to have him step into your range once more.

“You can start it tonight, but right now I’m buying your lunch.” He repeated, unyielding. “Besides, I owe you for this morning.”

You stopped walking. “This morning?”

“Bora greeted me this morning, I assume that you talked to her and put her mind at ease.”

Jimin craned his head down with head to look into your eyes, smiling when you shrugged. “I guess since you owe me...”

His eyes turned into crescents as he laughed. Jimin wrapped a hand around your upper arm and began walking with you, almost animatedly.

As you let yourself be pulled along, you forgot all about the drama from the library and the rumours that circled over his head.

Because how could someone so sweet be as bad as people thought he was?

A few days later, you and [Y/F/N] reconciled through your usual peace offering of food. While she provided the food, you slowly began to help them out once more with the assignment you had been working on by yourself.

The topic of Jimin did not grace your ears.

Though you did notice [Y/F/N] had opened and closed her mouth a few times. Fish mouth was always a sign of hesitance, amongst other things.

But thankfully, no other arguments happened that day, and you were able to attend your last tutorial of the day unbothered.

Your tutorial was one of the last scheduled across the campus on any given day. The weekly hour you had to attend ran from 5 to 6, leaving you to be one of the only people remaining on campus as dusk hit.

But unlike most night you emerged from the campus, the dark sky was overcast, and the faint silhouette of the moon appeared through the clouds accumulating overhead.

You knew those clouds. You knew them very well.

“Please don’t rain...” You mumbled to yourself as you began trek back to your dorm room. Every breath was punctuated with a silent prayer of hope that it wouldn’t start bucketing down as you tried to get home.

You were lucky for the first quarter of your path, only to notice the faint drops of cold water that littered themselves against your scalp and seeped into the shoulders of your top.

In an instant, you ran for refuge, finding solace in an alcove of the nearby Business Building not too far from the path.

You groaned, pressing yourself against the doorway for the alcove and rearranging your belongings. You shoved the remaining textbooks into your bag, attempting to minimise the collateral damage of you run.

There was no way in hell those books were suffering. Too much money was spent on them.

As you swung your backpack back over your shoulders, you trained your eyes on the familiar path and the unfamiliar figure that was heading towards you, their head covered by what you could tell was an umbrella.

“[Y/N].” Came Jimin’s voice, and you exhaled in relief at the thought of the person being someone you actually knew.

“What’re you doing here Jimin?” You asked as he came closer to your, his features twisting in concern in the low light of the alcove.

“You left your umbrella on the couch this morning, and I figured it would start raining by the time you left.” He explained, holding the umbrella so that you would be able to fit underneath it as well. A smile crept on to your face.

“And what if it didn’t?”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Then I can’t let someone walk home alone all by themselves, now can I?” His sentiment made you smile a little wider, and you willingly stepped under the umbrella with him.

“Well thank you, you didn’t have to.” You replied, beginning your walk back to the dorm.

“Don’t mention it, it’s the least I could do.”

You hadn’t seen him that morning, his usual form not sprawled across the couch like usual. He hadn’t been in his room either. Your roommate also didn’t have a great memory either, so the fact that he had come to get you from the other side of campus was a sight to behold in itself.

It remained silent between the two of you as you walked back together, Jimin’s presence comforting you as you passed the occasional group of people who would stop and stare at the sight of you both.

He didn’t seem fazed by the curious yet judgmental stares you could just make out in the moonlight.

And if he was unbothered, then you found no reason to be either.

By the time you had made it back to your dorm, the rain had picked up and you and Jimin had to huddle together under the small circumference of the umbrella, shoulders rubbing against each other as the rain hammered down on to you. Despite this, you were completely dry.

Jimin’s right side was drenched to the bone. But, like before, he said nothing.

Stepping into your shared dorm, Jimin discarded just outside of the doorway and followed you in, shedding his soaked jacket and draping it across the couch. “Well that was fun, wasn’t it?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you dropped your bag down with a slight huff. “Like I said, you didn’t have to come get me; I could have made it back here on my own.”

“And like I said, what type of person would I be if I let you walk back alone. It’s the least I could do.” He countered, a lopsided smirk appearing on his face.

“All I do is tell Bora everything is fine with you.” You argued, not catching the way his smile faltered at your almost cynical words.

“Exactly, [Y/N], you treat me like me.”

You glanced up at him, taking in the way his tense shoulders contrasted the smile he still wore on his face.

“I like that.”

Your neck heated up in embarrassment as you shrugged. “Well, you’re my roommate... I know well than what I hear around campus.” You answered, moving your bag to the coffee table, unpacking the textbooks you haphazardly packed away.

The silence was thick between you, and you didn’t dare look up at him. “Are you free tomorrow?”

The sudden question forced your head up, almost giving yourself whiplash. “Huh?”

“Like tomorrow tomorrow, are you free for like dinner or something?”

You felt the corner of your mouth twitch. “Is it another thank you?”

Jimin shook his head. “No, I’m a bit tired of saying thank you... It’s an explanation, and maybe a bit of a date.”

A huff of air escaped your lungs in surprise at his sudden change in demeanour.

“Dinner sounds good... Just don’t be late in picking me up.” You chimed before turning around and disappearing into your room for the remainder of the night.

Jimin stood by the couch, looking towards were you once stood with a contented expression on his face.

#kpop scenarios #bts #bts scenarios #bangtan #bangtan scenarios #bangtan boys #bangtan boys scenarios #jimin #jimin scenarios #jimin fluff #park jimin #park jimin scenarios #park jimin fluff #bts college au #bts university au #bts fluff #wayward scenarios #waywardscenarios

204 notes · View notes

youropiniondoesnotmattertome · 7 years

Text

A Note To Myself

What am i going to write here is a voice on my own of which your remarks,judgment,thoughts and opinions are not necessary to me. Every soul has its own story and journey to tell, so if you are thinking i am just overreacting and being such a drama queen...then i can just tell you to...FUCK OFF! Thank you.

This note is written by me to myself if i ever get out of this messy current situation I’m having..So, in 5 years time...dear me, please take a look at this note again and evaluate yourself.

Dear N******,

22nd March 2017, 11.22pm.

I never feel such a total wrecked as what i felt today. Waking up today feeling quite miserable after receiving a phone call from a headhunter saying my application could not be entertained because i was not qualified for it.(they didnt specify it in their advertisement anyway...so not my fault)

Feeling a little low while the morning is still early then i decided to go back to sleep...i didnt sleep quite well though..even had a dream about my ex/bf, Afiq.

The morning didnt go quite well...feeling depressed starting to consume me..so i’ve decided to take my little sisters to House of Cats...maybe that will distract my mind a little bit..it does but not for long...once i reached home...the pressure starting to swell up inside me...I received an email from a potential employer but turns out the location is just beyond considering..so i have decided to decline although i am entering the ‘desperate’ phase of searching my job...Then its where i’ve started to feel my pressure and stress reaching its maximum point.

I didnt do anything. I just lay on my bed. Tears started to flow over.Prayers didnt help. I was gasping for help..but there was no one.None. I never felt so alone and helpless in my life.I reached Afiq but i know he is so occupied with work.He didnt say much.A sign that i am just a disturbance in his life at the moment. My friends? They are all friends during easy times. Its true when they said what matters are those who stick by you through your hard times. But they weren’t there. None of them even remember my birthday after 8 years of friendship. But i try to forgive all of them by thinking everyone has its own issues..but i will always be there for them, in a bit...why cant anyone be here for me?

Lessons Learnt During The Hard Times.

1. Depression

When you are jobless or dont have any purpose of life, you will start losing yourself. It might be okay for some, but definitely not for me. I am not able to utilize my brain. I am not able to make use of my *** degree after years of hardwork. It will consume you day by day. I was so much worse now compared to my DAY 1 of jobless. I am now in my DAY 41 of jobless and i am like piece of shit.My advice to myself is always secure a job before resigning.But in my case, I didnt resign because of no reasons, i resigned because i have to.

2. Fuck your, dear former boss.

I was employed for 1 1/2 years. I like my job. I can handle the pressure. Some even looking down on me because they think my job is easy. But try running the firm on your own (while you are still lack of experience), making decisions on your own, clients looking after your boss but because he never came to the office so you have to face them instead. Try having your office being splashed by red paints by gangsters because they are looking for your boss but he was never around and you yourself have to go to the police station and lodge the report. Try having being paid late for every single month. Try not getting your last month salary because your boss is fucking mean and want to have revenge on you. Try having keep begging your boss for your last salary amounting RM4K+++ because you are in desperate need of money and your boss just laughed it all out. Everyone keep saying, you should have left earlier...i want to but because of considering that my boss has to work alone, i dont have the heart and look how he repays me.Dear Mr.**, i hope you rot in hell and may your life never be at peace for all the wrongdoings you have done.

3. Broke

My bank is empty. My wallet is empty. I have my savings.But you shouldnt touch that, arent you? That is for the house deposit money i’m planning to buy by the age of 30 since i am not going to get married, so i will buy the house using my own hardwork money. I am going to buy a house, stay on my own and probably getting a cat. Until i die. Might opt for free sex if my faith is so shaken by then, who knows. I want to adopt a child and i will raise her on my own. I will be a good mother, thats one thing i know for sure despite of my depression. Looking at a young child’s face soften and melt my heart. So yeah, i am broke. And seeing everyone having such a good life didnt make any easier. I restricted myself from going out..restricted myself from buying food i want. Restricted myself from buying or going anything/anywhere.

4. Family

Broke.No friends. Boyfriend out of picture. I just have my family. My family. I wouldnt say they are my safety net but they are all i have now when everyone left. I know my parents will be there for me. But for how long? I should be the one taking care of them and not the other way round. I want to take care of my family. But now it seems they are keeping a big fat old maiden pig in the house.I tried to help as much as i can.Cleaning, washing, cooking, being driver to my sisters. I’m trying everything that i can. But sometimes, i know i do disappoint my family.

5. Afiq

My boyfriend? My ex? I dont know. We fight a lot.Like really a lot. Depression starts to sweep in and he is the one that i can talk to.But he said he is getting tired with all the whining. Somehow job didnt just landed at your feet. So it has jeopardized our relationship. And he seems to drifting away too. Not sure if there’s a new girl in town. So we fought again last week. Very big fight until i dont think our relationship can work out again. Its just seem done.I met one of my dlsa classmates yesterday, and she was asking how are we? are we getting married soon...I just dont know what to answer...its really heartbreaking.

Dear *****

1) When you are depressed, you tend to be over sensitive. Over sensitive that no one talks to you, your close friends didnt wish your birthday. You tend to get very emotional about it.

2) Understand that everyone has their own issues. You are not the centre of the universe. But i didnt think its too much to ask for someone just asking how are you...just listen.

3) Friends come and go. Although you are truly hurt by their actions, learn to forgive and takpayah layan dah.

4) When you are at your lowest you will see who will be by your side. For me, I have my family and Afiq. But Afiq is just a stranger. His patience has limits. As much as he said he loves you or want to stick with you till the end of time crap, he has no responsibility towards you. Thats why next time if you ever fall in love, Love moderately or better if you dont fall in love at all. They will leave. They will all always leave. Think about it, why do you want to be stucked in a relationship with a depressed girl when there are plenty dozens of more emotionally stable girls outside??? Think. And you have seen the signs that his love towards you is deteriorating. I can foresee another heartbroken episodes coming.Honestly, i dont know if i can handle all of this.

5) Appreciate your family. Thats all you have. Money cant buy families.

6) Learn to forgive.

I am mad at my fate.I am mad at my boss. I am mad at Afiq. I am mad with everything.

7) Suicidal has always been on your mind. I keep imagining knives and knives. I was stung by a bug yesterday. It was painful. My hand was numb temporarily. Now i wish the bug was poisonous.

8) Your faith will deteriorating.

You tend to be angry at Him. Dont believe in Him. So mad at Him more than anything and start to question where is just in all of these shits? Why me? I was a good student..a good friend.. a loyal girlfriend...why everything didnt work out. I never missed a single prayer eversince i was in primary school..obedient to my parents...my friends some i know didnt even pray..had fun with their boyfriends more than it should...but they are all having a good life..married. While i am still here..broke..jobless..and no chance of getting married soon. I questions a lot till my faith is shaken. I tried to do the daily prayers with pure heart...but sometimes i failed. Prayers seem to be just like a daily routine. Afiq told me to Sabar..sabar...sabar.. but have you ever feel that you just cant handled it anymore..that you feel the pain stucked in your throat while your tears keep flowing..Yes. Sabar and Sabar...now everyone has left me. Maybe this is one way for Him to teach me that you should only rely to Him and not humans. So that is why I am on Tumblr...i motivate myself by reading all the Islamic quotes from Quran and Hadith. I should be thankful for this test. After all, we are all His creations.

9) Wait and Sabr.

Cry all you want. Never missed your prayers. Read Quran everyday. Be good to your family. And forgive.

Ya Allah, i hope i pass this test well. Please don’t let my faith slipping away.

7 notes · View notes

vitalmindandbody · 7 years

Text

Five months of Trump: Muslims’ panics were high but neighbors digested by them

Racial and religion strains have been high-pitched in Northampton County in accordance with the US election. But Muslim leads have also determined a surge in support

In the third week of the first Ramadan of the Donald Trump presidency, seven Muslim households gathered for an iftar dinner to settle the days tight at a spacious home in a recently developed suburb of Easton, Pennsylvania.

Men and women congregated in separate areas. Children with iPhones and fidget spinners ranged down a hallway and through the kitchen, where sweet appointments were piled on a plateful and metal bathtub of haleem, chicken biryani, crispy south Indian chicken 65, curry and rice sat warming. To suck, there was mango lassi and milk with rooh afsah and ice sea and Coca-Cola.

After sunset, the group had a snack, and then a prayer in the basement, in a corner opposite a big TV and a deep lounge. At the end of the darknes, Rizwan Butt, chairman of the Easton-Phillipsburg Muslim Association, shared a letter that had been sending them to him at the mosque lately, following news reports of a petty cash steal by an unaffiliated maintenance worker.

The letter read TAGEND Hello Neighbor ,

I considered in the newspaper that a being plagiarize from you and I want to help change some of what was lost.

Be well , [ Signed ]

She mailed a check, Butt said. I could sit here and tell you a hundred narratives like that.

The narratives like that started to compile swiftly in late January, Butt said, after Trump firstly announced his ban on travelers from seven Muslim-majority countries, a restriction afterward revised to six.

The reaction in general, since such elections the reaction has been unbelievable, in a positive way, Butt said.

It was grim, he said of the travel costs injunction. We all understood that this was just the beginning of a broader campaign with an ultimate objectives that was defined very well in the[ presidential] expedition, which was banning more Muslims until something was figured out, whatever figured out is.

Rizwan Butt at the Muslim Federation in Easton. Photo: Mark Makela for the Guardian

Bracing for potential conflict, the Muslim community instead saw brand-new fronts of communications opening, Butt said.

Everyone you can imagine came forward. I received notes at the mosque from neighbours, concerned beings from all levels of society, saying: Were here to stand by you, we dont agrees with this, Butt said. Offers to come to the mosque to help with safety standards. One dame called me up and said she would be willing to drive the women in local communities around so that they would feel safe. She would take time off work to do that.

When Butt firstly arrived in Easton 17 years ago, he said, there were perhaps five to 10 Muslim lineages that he knew of in the immediate locality. Today there are about 100, and more than 1,000 Muslim families in the greater Lehigh Valley. More than 50% hail from south-east Asia, with additional contingents from Turkey and the Countries of the middle east, including refugees, and from the United States itself.

.afill:#65a897 emblem

Can Trump really attain America great again? The parties of Northampton County, Pennsylvania, twice voted for Barack Obama, but in 2016 they flipped to Donald Trump. This line will report from the former sword district to find out what voters are hoping for, and question: can Trump extradite?