#also i graduate in two months GAH

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This is Jewel. She's a little bit of a mess, but we love her anyway ✨

These are poses I did of a character from a story concept I have called Emerisle :) I did a full character lineup several posts ago now, but you can see more under the emerisle tag on my blog!

[oopsimbug]

in which… y/n is stubborn, and harry is still an asshole

a.k.a. regency harry pt. 2

a/n: gah… i literally dont know what to say… how about: oh my god i am so sorry for taking so long! school, two jobs, a lack of inspiration and literally hating my own writing made sure i was unable to post for an entire YEAR AND FIVE MONTHS!!!! i DEEPLY apologise. i hope this is alright? let me know what you think! and yes, there WILL be a third part, hopefully out before the earth is enveloped by the sun?

pairing: regency era! harry styles x reader, enemies to lovers

summary: again, think little women, but with you instead of jo and harry instead of laurie… but harry is an asshole… a RELENTLESS asshole

warnings: harry is still a GIANT ass, all enemies no lovers, lots of really mean things said to each other, they literally truly hate one another like i have my work cut out for me trying to redeem this couple :’)

word count: 10.8k (smaller than my first chapter, but god did i struggle getting over the 9k mark… i literally hate myself)

read part one here!!

Money…

It was what made the world spin around. 

Unfortunately, the L/ns did not have as much of it as they used to. 

This was why, when their mother needed money to visit their father, who fell very ill, Y/n set out to find a job.

Replacing her mother at her job in the nurse's office wasn’t going to work- she was horrible with sitting still for too long. Besides, her hands were far too shaky to hold silly little fiddly needles. No, there was no chance she would do that. 

She could try to get a job at a shop- a bakery possibly? But no, she had little patience for old people, who were always either very interesting and passionate, which she loved, or very snooty and cold, which she despised with every cell of her being- and unfortunately, the majority of customers were the elderly, who shopped when they had nothing else to do during the day, and they were predominantly of the latter kind. 

Y/n was positively puzzled- stupendously stumped and magnificently muddled. She knew she was talented, but what job would she fulfill that would be of use and make a substantial pay? She pondered that all morning as she completed her chores- tending to the animals and picking up more wood. Once inside, she stoked the fire, made two cups of tea and sat at the dining table. 

“Saf!” she called to her sister upstairs. “Bring your packet and come to the table- it’s 9:30!”

At the age of 13, girls were forced to graduate school. Ma and Y/n, who didn’t believe this was enough of an education, devised a plan- once graduated, the L/n girls would do tutoring sessions with Y/n, who was passionate and proficient in all areas of English, which was what the girls would require the most to function in the world. She would also help with arithmetic- though it was not her strong point, she was confident in the skills they would probably need. Safia was under the tutoring of Y/n, as would Ula the next year. 

As she waited for the pitter-patter of Saf’s feet down the stairs, she thought to herself. Unfortunately, all natural thoughts seemed to lead in the same direction lately- all pertaining to a certain tall and lanky individual with brown hair. She was not moping, that was for sure- Y/n did not mope. She was not even upset about him choosing a different woman over her- that was a fleeting insecure thought held only in the heat of the moment that night. No, she was mad. Furious, in fact. How dare he- how dare he?! He strung her along, purposefully got her hopes up for the mere sake of making fun of her- he embarrassed her and then had the utter gall to smirk and wink about it afterwards! Y/n always had a temper, but this was anger on a whole different level. This was searing, hot, burning, blood-red vexation. Her hands began to ball into fists- she wanted to hit something, break something, hurt him and only him. 

However, before she could fantasise about all the ways she would cause him pain, she felt a soft arm on her shoulder. She must’ve been caught in a trance, unable to hear her sister come down the stairs and call her name once she reached the bottom and found Y/n unresponsive, as Safia’s face held deep concern, eyebrows knit together as she repeated her question. 

“Are you okay, Y/n?” her tentative and soft voice carefully asked, placing a hand on her forehead to check her temperature, ever the sweetheart. “You’re not feeling ill, are you? I know Liz was rid of her sickness a few weeks ago, but it may have lingered around the house.”

She smiled up at her younger sister, who moved her hand to feel her cheek, after finding no suspiciously hot temperature on her forehead. She shook her head and let out a small laugh, all of the rage for him leaving her thoughts. 

“I’m okay Saf… just thinking…” she replied honestly. She was just thinking… thinking of how she would pelt that damned boy with logs of firewood. Or maybe she should let Flynn at him- she had already told the Clydesdale of what had happened. Maybe he could stomp him down till he quivered and shook with fear, begging both of them for forgiv-

“Thinking about what?” Her sister’s voice pulled her out of her reverie once again.

Y/n looked up at her face, smiled brightly, pulled out the adjacent chair and patted it lovingly, before replying with a jolly tone.

“Nothing that you should worry about… Now, are you ready to venture into the world of Hedda Gabler?”

Her sister smiled sweetly before sitting down, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Of course I am!”

“Great! Because today, we are going to be analysing gender and how it influences power within our passage!” Y/n was always so excited to teach her about the books, poems and plays that she liked- there was no way she would teach her sister boring and dull theory, or pieces that only reflected a man’s perspective. No, she had an opportunity to open her sister’s mind and hopefully make a lasting impact on it- one that encouraged her to pursue her dreams without needing the opinion or permission from a man. And she wasn’t going to waste it. 

“Now, open to our bookmarked page, and let’s begin…”

*****

After finishing classes, Y/n got dressed and ran out the door before her sisters could follow her, unable to take all of them to the village on Flynn, and not wanting to upset anyone. She buckled the saddle into place and hopped on before riding the path all the way to town. After tying Flynn up with hay and water, she straightened out her dress and apron and began walking, dodging men who gave her glances of annoyance for her slightly messy loose hair, mussed on the fast journey on the Clydesdale. She had bigger things to worry about, despite what Liz would say…

She was picking up some lemons from the market, which Ula insisted on getting, convinced that they were necessary to her social status in her school, where pickled lemons were the talk of the town. While the need for lemons didn’t sound dire to Y/n, Liz benevolently gifted her extra loose change, justifying it with something about “knowing what it was like to not fit with others at school”. And while Y/n didn’t believe money like five whole dollars should go to waste on lemons, she still searched the shelves intently, looking for some that weren’t too costly. While leaning forward, she walked through an aisle, scouring the lowest shelf for them, unaware of the person she was about to bump into. Curse her clumsiness! 

She walked right into the unsuspecting person before standing to full height, apologies spilling out of her rapidly as she helped the older lady regain balance. Y/n had never seen her before- an older woman, around her own mother’s age, with brown hair that was greying from the roots and forest green eyes that twinkled, reminding her all too much of a certain boy, but she pushed those thoughts away. She also looked of money, with her elegant dress, shoes and shiny jewels.

Y/n began spilling out apologies as it was her own fault for the collision, and the kind lady forgave her each time with a “That’s all right, my dear”, with calming energy radiating from her. Once the two women had settled they let out breathy chuckles at the incident. Beginning to move back to her search for cheap citrus was halted, however, when Y/n noticed the woman seemingly struggling to find what she was looking for. Y/n observed covertly as the lady would gingerly pick up a bottle of what looked to be cologne, look at the label for a few seconds, squint as if to make out what it was saying, before putting it back nervously and repeating with the next. 

Y/n noted that when she would “read”, her eyes didn’t stop to comprehend the words. She needed help, and Y/n was not one to shy away from that fact. 

“Hello,” Y/n began. 

The lady smiled sweetly as she replied, her green eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“Hello, love.” she gently replied. 

Y/n wanted to help without seeming patronising, so she was careful with her words. “So, what brings you here, Ma’am?”

She looks around, then down at the glass bottle in her hand before looking back at Y/n. She fumbles and hesitates as she answers.

“Oh- well- I am looking for this shoe polish, but… I seem to be having a bit of trouble…”. She went beet red before she whispered in a meek and quiet squeak only fairies could hear. Fairies or those who had experience with shy sweethearts as Y/n had with her Saf. 

“You-“ she slightly huffed a bitter laugh through her nose. “You probably can already tell, but… I can’t read…” she confessed, thoroughly embarrassed.

If Y/n wanted to help the woman before, her holding cologne that would most certainly tarnish leather while shopping for shoe polish convinced her utterly and completely. She did not hesitate- not even for a beat, determined to show that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at all! 

“I can help you! I never use shoe polish- my shoes are always getting muddy anyways, and it would only be a pain to scrub them for nothing, so I don’t have any suggestions in mind, but if you have an idea of the type of polish you wanted, I could help you out!” She dropped personal anecdotes into the conversation, as she often did when conversing with strangers, finding it easier to comfort others to relax around her when they knew she was an open book.

“Oh thank you, my darling! I am looking for a dark brown and black coloured polish that would work best for making leather loafers shiny.” 

And with that, Y/n began her search, starting with going to the correct section, before beginning to scan the tiers of the shelves carefully, looking for what the lady wanted. The woman followed her and began a friendly conversation with her as she searched. 

“My nephew needs new polish for his shoes. I would have told him to do it himself, but he’s out of town, you see. Went out of town, about a week’s trip away. I couldn’t send my maid either- I wished for her to take some time off while there were less people in the house, you see. So here I arrived, figuring I could just find it myself. Ah, how foolish.” She then sighed once more after simmering in laughter for a bit, looking wistfully at another tin she could not decipher the contents of. 

Y/n found the two tins of shoe polish, holding them out to her while responding firmly. “Ma’am, you are not foolish at all. At least you tried! And look, here you are helping your nephew who’s out of town, after letting your helpers take a break! That’s not foolish, that’s compassionate,”.

The lady smiled warmly, the wrinkles next to her eyes crinkling and creasing beautifully as she did. “Oh, darling, you are very sweet for using your gift to help those who cannot. Thank you!” She lightly squeezed Y/n’s cheek playfully before walking to the counter, Y/n following after her before placing the tins on the table for the cashier to process. 

“You are very welcome Ma’am.” The lady began to pull open the small embroidered coin purse she had in her slightly wrinkled yet sturdy hands, fishing for a coin before dropping it into Y/n’s palm and winking. 

Y/n’s eyes went wide as she attempted to hand the coin back. 

“Ma’am, I couldn’t possibly. I was just trying to be of service, truly. Please take your money.” 

But the woman was not having a lick of it. Her face grew stern, her eyes fiery as she quickly snapped back. “Don’t you dare try to give that back, it’s yours!”

Y/n reluctantly smiled and nodded gratefully before walking back to the shelves to continue her search for lemons as the gentle tinkle of the doorbell indicated the sweet lady’s exit. She could not stop thinking about her, however. Why was it that men were taught to read and write and build and farm, but women were only taught how to be good mothers and wives? That woman could learn to read- anyone could, really. All she needed was a teacher… 

Suddenly, Y/n had an idea. One that caused her to drop everything she was doing and run out the door to look for the woman. Teaching! Y/n could teach the woman and in return, get a bit of money! After looking around, she found her walking down the cobbled street, seconds from entering a very expensive and fancy carriage. 

“WAIT MA’AM!” Y/n cried, weaving past the people and carts on the busy street as she ran to her. The lady’s ears perked and she looked back, locked eyes with Y/n and froze with concern, allowing the younger girl to catch up. 

“Yes, my dear?” She asked, once Y/n had caught up and was attempting to catch her breath. After a few deep, embarrassingly wheezy breaths, Y/n finally calmed herself down enough to respond. 

“Icouldteachyou-”, she said exasperated all in one sentence before punctuating it with a heaving breath. After taking a lungful or two of air, she clarified to the poor confused woman.

“Ma’am, I could teach you how to read! If you would like!”

The woman’s eyes opened wider in astonishment before her face brightened with a radiant smile. “You would teach me?” She asked, almost flabbergasted.

“Yes, of course!” Y/n responds, enthusiastically. “I am currently teaching my sisters how to read, so I know how to do it! I could help you too if you would like!”

The woman’s warm and grateful smile shone brighter than the sun. And Y/n’s heart stuttered with excitement when she asked to exchange addresses for further communication. 

This was it… she was finally going to help her family.

******

It was four days later when the L/n residence received two letters, both with express stamps on them, signaling their importance. One was a letter from their father, which the girls were keen to read immediately, but waited for their mother to come home so they could unveil it together. The other, however, was mysteriously addressed to and only to Y/n. How peculiar! 

“Y/n you must open it in front of us- what if it is a secret admirer hoping to eagerly profess their love to you!” Ula whined. Liz shook her head and looked at the youngest girl. 

“If Y/n wants to keep this to herself, she exercises her right to do so”. Liz’ eyes drift to Y/n’s slowly as she continues. “…However…”, before finally running and springing onto her. “You MUST tell us if it is!” 

Y/n rolled her eyes at her sisters, despite Liz’s best attempts to put an end to the “unladylike” and “brash” behaviour. “Come on, there is no way it will be a boy… have you ever even seen me with one? I would run circles around them in every sense before their tiny minds could even get a singular word out!” 

Y/n, though thoroughly believing in her statement that yes, she probably could outshine any boy in the town, also- in the back of her mind- registered that yes, maybe she was overcompensating and exaggerating just the smallest bit in order to shield her heart, still sore from the events of Tilly Hughes’ ball and that wicked boy. Her sisters chuckled at her musing as she made herself comfortable on the sofa chair next to the fire, all three of her sisters huddling behind her in order to get a good view of the elegantly folded and wax-sealed letter that Y/n began to tear open. Once the pristine paper was unfolded, she stood up and began to pace as she read- her sisters giggling and breathing over her shoulder was doing no good, and she needed to focus. It read:

Before Y/n could process the words written on the paper, Liz narrated the letter to Saf and Ula- the latter began to squeal mercilessly, while Liz grinned from ear to ear, pores radiating with pride for her sister. 

*******

The house was astonishing. It was grand, it was elegant, it was pristine.

Above all, it was capital!

The trek down the natural and lush path of trees and fields was all a ruse- Y/n knew Ms Ophelia was a rich woman, but she but any preconceived notion of what her house may look like while trekking the trail was completely, utterly, jaw droppingly decimated. Once reaching the end of the driveway (walking ever so slowly to take the majesty in), Y/n and Flynn were met with pristine hedges that bordered the entire property. Two large white marble columns with oil lamps attached signaled the beginning of the courtyard. In between them, was a large opening where Y/n could see the greenest grass she had ever witnessed, a center hedge path, and behind it, Ms Ophelia’s grand home. Y/n’s mouth was hung open as she approached the large, stark white building, with its covered entrance, wide expanse and huge windows. 

It was a stretch for it to even be called a house. It was a mansion- a manor. Y/n resolved that there must be a plethora of family members that justified the sheer volume of space there was to occupy. She stepped off of Flynn, held the end of his reign, and walked through the grassy courtyard and to the front door. She would have taken Flynn to the stables, not wanting her first introduction to her well-paying student to be interrupted by the attention-hungry Clydesdale, however, the house was so grand she could not even begin to wonder where the hell the stables could be. Instead, she smoothed the light wrinkles out of the frock that Ula picked for her, slightly disgruntled when remembered the lack of a waistcoat she had on. She attempted to fix and flattened the now slightly frizzy hair that Liz had spent almost an entire hour to style, mussed a tad due to the breeze created while riding Flynn, before taking a deep breath in... and rang the doorbell.

She heard some muffled clattering, before hurried footsteps approached, growing louder and louder before they reached the mahogany door, pulled open to reveal a positively ecstatic Ms Ophelia- her brown hair pulled back with a hair pin, but similar in frizziness to Y/n. Her eyes squinting with her warm closed lip smile, the green irises truly dazzling with excitement. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant green and white silk dress, her chest adorned with a single thin gold necklace threaded through a small locket. 

"Y/n!!! So nice to see you!” The lady took Y/n and Flynn in with a charming smile, cooing at the latter before stepping forward to give the Clydesdale a stroke down his white blaze and a scratch on his chin, causing him to preen, closing his eyes a soft huff of pleasure. She then looked to Y/n. “Please, my farmhand Thomas will take this handsome boy to the stables out back."

She looked past Y/n to the front garden and called to the man Y/n hadn't noticed had been planting flowers. He had shiny blonde hair, short from the sides while the top was long and messy, slightly damp with sweat. He pushed the golden mess out of his face and smoothed it back, revealing a bit of dirt on the sun-kissed skin of his forehead. Descending down, there were thick eyebrows, hazel brown eyes squinting in the glare of the sun, a strong nose, and full lips that were pursed and curved into a sweet and friendly smile. He stood, brushed himself off, approached Y/n, and wordlessly took Flynn with a charming smile, nodding to her before walking around to the side of the house. After losing sight of him, Y/n looked back to Ms Ophelia, who opened the door and gestured Y/n in. 

"Please do come in!" As Y/n stepped through the threshold of the house, Ms Ophelia continued. 

"I was just about to make myself a cup of tea- I warmed up enough water for the both of us. How do you take it?" The older woman began walking, Y/n trailing behind her as they entered the beautiful eggshell white kitchen with purple accents.

"Oh, well if it isn't a bother, I take one sugar and only a bit of milk" Y/n watched as the woman poured the boiling tea into the two mugs. 

"Huh!" Ms O looked at Y/n funny, before looking down at the cups she was working on. "Me too! Just enough milk to make it a very dark brown?"

Y/n’s eyes begin to light up incredulously. "Yeah! That's right! My sisters all think that I never put enough in!" 

"My nephew does too!" 

The women looked at each other and smiled- they both knew there was some sort of connection that brought the two of them together, and that they would be kindred spirits. 

*******

The lesson went swimmingly, as agreed by both Y/n and Ms Ophelia (sorry- just Ophelia, the older woman had been very adamant about that). They had sat and begun with the alphabet, and while Ophelia was quite bashful when Y/n corrected her, they knew that with time, they would become more comfortable. Eventually, despite her consistent imploring that she stay for dinner, Y/n insisted she must go home. 

"But my nephew will be home soon! He is such a charming, well articulated boy! Loves reading and the such- You two would get along so delightfully!" She clapped her hands eagerly at the thought, however, Y/n, softly stroking a saddled Flynn- thanks to Thomas, who wordlessly passed her the reins before walking off- looked at her new student and friend with a soft smile. 

"I'm sure anyone who grew up around you would be a wonderful friend, Ophelia, however I really must get home. My family will be expecting me soon."

Once goodbyes had been exchanged, they agreed to meet once again in a few days. And with that, Y/n mounted Flynn and began to ride the now dusky ride home. She may have dawdled a little- the sun was still so warm, and the breeze was beautiful. Flynn moved at a comfy pace as she appreciated the beauty of the world around her. 

However, that beauty was soon not in her focus when Y/n noticed someone riding towards her in the distance. She continued her pace, and as the figure approached, ready to return a polite nod if they were to greet her. As the figure continued on further, she squinted and began to make out a mop of brown hair, and a black blob of a coat, before all too quickly she recognised those sharp green eyes and the nose and those stupidly plush lips as he trotted closer and closer and god- oh no…

Y/n began to feel her stomach drop.

"Well well well! Look who it is!" That snide voice, that blasted smirk that taunted her. 

It was her arch nemesis.

His horse slowed down while she did nothing to stop Flynn, walking completely past him without even acknowledging him- her eyes forward and steely. She thought she had escaped him but she heard footsteps coming closer, however, and soon, Y/n was walking side by side with none other than Harry Styles. 

"What's with the cold shoulder, sweetheart? Have I done something to upset you?" He taunted in a teasing tone. 

"I am not your sweetheart, and don't you have a party to crash, loverboy?" She rolled her eyes and kept moving forward, him keeping an identical pace beside her.

"Ooft, take it easy darling, you’re going to hurt my. Large. Throbbing. Swollen. Red. Hot. Heart!" He punctuated each word with a beat, and Y/n's face became hot; she began to scrunch the sweaty leather reigns harder into her palms at the obvious innuendo. Harry saw this and grinned wickedly for getting to her, a malicious giggle even seeping out of him- he enjoyed this. He enjoyed relishing in her awkwardness. Once his giggles calmed, he shook his head and continued. "What are you doing out so late anyways? Meeting up with a secret lover?" 

Y/n couldn't even dignify that with a response, and merely scoffed and rolled her eyes again at the preposterous accusation. He noticed and continued.

"Hey, you scoff at that now, but who knows. It seems to be the quiet, pure ones that surprise me the most. The most proper girls always turn out to be the dirtiest. So, no- I don't think it's out of this world for a little thing like you to be getting your hands or mouth sullen for a bit of pleasure. Did you see the way you trembled for me the night we met? And the way you cried when I was paying attention to that little French girl? Don't lie, you were charmed, and seeing me with someone else broke your fragile. Little. Heart." 

He was unbelievable for bringing that up again… Y/n felt her rage boiling now. She responded bitterly and slowly. "Please, you are so full of yourself…. And of course you would know all about women and their sexuality, now wouldn't you"

"Hard to scorn someone for being likeable, isn't it, Grumpy?"

Y/n had to stop her horse fully and glare at the idiot. She looked deep into his eyes, calmed down and began to smile. She was in complete and utter disbelief. She shook her head and giggled a peal of bitter laughter. Harry’s face darkened in irritation. 

“What’s so funny, huh?”

Y/n’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as her giggles quelled. "It's funny that you think you are likable, Harry. You see, there is a difference between being desirable, and being easy. And it’s only the thoughtless ones like you who seem to be incapable at telling the difference. Not a thought behind those eyes, is there?... I wouldn't be surprised if you'd thought with your cock so much that your brain had atrophied due to the lack of use. You're not likeable, Harry Styles... you're just a plaything for widows and repressed virgins who wish to piss off their fathers to use and discard. And I cannot help but feel sorry for you for being the only one who cannot see that."

If she was not mistaken, Y/n believed she saw a bit of surprise and possibly even hurt in his eyes before they hardened, their playfulness completely drained. She did not think she was going to say that at all, and in any other situation, she would have thought that to be such a mean thing to say... But she had been sitting on that for far too long, and he had pushed her over with the teasing and the cockiness. She had had enough. Harry Styles needed to be brought down a peg or two.

They stared each other down fiercely, neither wanting to stand down. Then, he quickly shot at her. "You are nothing but a poor virgin with a gabby mouth that you wish was stuffed with my cock." he spat with nothing but poisoned malice.

Ouch… He was trying to catch her off guard, an attempt to garner some pride back, and while it immediately hurt Y/n, the wound of embarrassment growing in her heart, she knew she could not let him win. She quickly locked and loaded, before pulling the trigger without thinking. 

"And you are nothing but a dirty harlot who wastes his privilege of manhood on being a tart to women who don't even want him." she spat back at him. 

Targets acquired and shots fired, the two needed to go home and lick their wounds, crudely bandage their bullet holes and hope the sharp pain of the words spoken were only a temporary detriment to their own health, but an everlasting hellscape to each other. Both wanted to see the other in pain. Both wanted to win.

So with that, Harry made a big show about rearing his ashy grey horse up and around, before both of them spurred their horses forward into a gallop and away from the other- both carrying furrowed eyebrows, slightly hurt feelings (that they would never admit to), and a newfound degree of ire for each other…

He won’t get away with this.

********

Once tacking up Flynn, Y/n stomped her way to the house, still unbelievably enraged by the verbal warfare engaged with that brunette ass. She knew she wanted some alone time to calm down, but once entering her cosy home, she was bombarded with questions from her sisters- mainly Ula.

“Was the house big?!”

“What kind of dress was Ophelia wearing?!”

“How many servants did she have?!”

“Did she have lots of paintings on the walls?!”

“Any handsome sons?!”

“Did she tell you if she’s been to any exotic places like France or Switzerland?!”

“How was your day, Y/n?”

The last question was asked, of course, by her angelic sister Safia. Y/n lovingly rolled her eyes at the incessant questions from Ula and answered Saf’s tenderly. “My day was alright Saf, thank you for asking.”

“That’s good- I wished hard on all the dandelions I could find outside that you would come home safe and sound.” Y/n’s heart melted- she walked over to the younger girl and kissed her forehead with so much love and passion.

Ula observed the tenderness of the exchange and rolled her eyes. “Safia is perfect”, she taunted with a roll of her eyes before returning to her previous exercise of pulling up on the septum of her apparently “hideous” small aquiline nose to shape it into a more button nose, which she believed to be more elegant. Y/n looked back at Saf and whispered lovingly in her ear.

“Never stop wishing for the people you love the most, okay Saf?” Y/n gave her one more kiss before moving to the youngest sister with the most spunk besides Y/n herself. She gently swatted her hand away from her nose before lovingly stroking the bridge as she pulled Ula in for a hug from behind.

“And you, little missy! Stop trifling with the features your parents so lovingly passed to you. That nose isn’t a curse, it’s a gift. Treat it as one.” She kissed Ula’s head too before heading further into the house to greet her older sister and her mother. But as they had dinner, Y/n could not stop thinking about how much she hated Harry… little did she know, however, that her older sister Liz observed her suspiciously throughout the night.

Once in their room, hair and teeth brushed, dressed in their respective pyjamas- Liz’s a dainty white nightgown akin to the one Harry so scandalously described, and Y/n’s a mismatched patchwork buttoned set that Ma had made out of Y/n’s old clothes that she was too big to fit into, yet could bear to part with. Tucked into their beds, Liz turned to face Y/n and began.

“If Ms Ophelia was so very nice, what is the problem?”

Y/n turned to face her with furrowed brows. “What problem? There is no problem”

Liz rolled her eyes and shot back. “Yeah yeah, I don’t believe that for a second, Y/n. You can fool Ula- which isn’t saying much, but you can't fool me, so why don't we pretend like I tirelessly needled it out of you and you skip to the bit where you tell me what’s wrong”

Y/n sighed a long, hard, tired and frustrated sigh, before ultimately giving in. “I ran into a sworn enemy on the ride back home today…”

Liz shot up, eyes wide and mouth agape.“Who?!?”

“Harry Styles.”

Elizabeth stared incredulously at her sister, propped her pillows so she was sitting up, and began needling Y/n for more information. “What did he say? What did he do? Why is he your enemy?”

Y/n sighed. There was no way she was going to get to sleep until she told Liz everything. So she began…“You know of his reputation, yes?”

Y/n’s older sister gasped again. “Y/n… don’t tell me… he… with you?”

Y/n immediately understood what she was insinuating. “NO! No way! Never! Not in a million years! You know I hate everything to do with boys. I cannot believe you would think that of me!”

Liz sighed and sunk into herself in relief. “Thank god! I didn’t think you would but… unfortunately his reputation is quite… damning to say the least. Why, it was only last week he was with Amelie… did you see the way he returned her to the group? He didn’t even bother to wipe her lipstick from his lips! What a brute!”

Y/n brought her blanket up even closer to her face until only her eyes were visible, and mumbled her confession. “I know… I told him exactly so today…”

The older sister slowly started at her, tone changing completely to one low and testing. “What...That he is a brute?”

“Yes of course!” Y/n immediately shot back, exasperated.

Her sister stared at her with her mouth agape and eyebrows intensely furrowed. “...WHY?! Haven’t you heard of his family?!?” At Y/n’s confused face and shaking head, Liz took a deep breath and began. His father lives all the way in New York… Ma told me it was because he was absolutely dreadful to his wife and Harry all the time. Kept money from them, abused them, hit them- so much so that eventually they had to run away from him when he was only 10. They fled to a safe place- some cottage in the middle of nowhere? But get this- once there, his mother contracted scarlet fever and passed away. He had to walk all by himself to the nearest village to call for help- by the time medical assistance arrived, his mother was long gone. And with no other relatives bar his wicked father, he was left in the care of his devilishly deviant, yet disgustingly rich aunt.”

Y/n went completely silent. She didn’t know any of this… Of course this was deeply traumatic and saddening- but Y/n could not help it- her stubbornness was a curse, not a gift. And the curse would not allow even a tale so sorrowful allow Harry a free pass. 

“Liz- of course this is deeply tragic and traumatic- however, circumstances can only explain actions. They don’t justify them. What has happened to Harry should mean that he spends his time helping women, not putting them down… which, I guess he does by pleasuring them, but God I wish he wasn’t so smug and pompous about it… He was so- well, not nice, but normal and cheeky and charming, when we first met- it was like a switch flicked in his head and that man no longer exists”

“Of course- if he is as cruel as you say, I 100% agree. Although he has a right to hold trauma, it does not change the fact that he is but a wicked man”

The girls sit in silence for a second, contemplating. Then, ever the know it all, Liz jumped right back into her Styles Family History Lesson, giving Y/n the run down. 

“But anyways, his aunt is apparently a very influential figure! She’s rich beyond belief, and could probably control this entire town with the pulling of some strings and some money, which she most definitely has! Do not fool around with them, Y/n… especially not Harry…” Elizabeth brought her hands up to her temples to sate her sudden headache, a frequent occurrence when having to feel stressed for Y/n whenever she inevitably threw herself into apparently unacceptable situations, such as whistling in public or not wearing gloves, and had no apparent regard for the consequences. 

“What am I to do then?! He is my sworn enemy- if I see him in my general vicinity, my whole body and soul tells me to rip him to shreds! How am I supposed to see him at balls, and on random walks back home, and NOT rip my hair out of my head?!” Y/n complained with a whiny tone.

“Avoid him! Completely and utterly avoid him”

Y/n harrumphed. “...Fine…”

“Good idea- I know… plus… you know what they say.” A lilt of cheekiness entered the previously stern tone. 

“What?”

A wide smile grew on Y/n’s older sister’s face, unable to hide her amusement. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Who knows- maybe he just fancies you? You know… like likes you” 

Y/n immediately threw a spare pillow at her sister’s head and groaned, before burying her hot face under the covers, completely and utterly embarrassed. Elizabeth dodged the stray pillow as she laughed raucously at how annoyed her sister became. 

Y/n shook her head vehemently. “Never in a million years, Liz…”

Never in a million years…

*********

“Make sure you avoid making the “Z” look like the number “three”. Remember, small angled curl, then draaaaaag down to make a bigger and longer angled curl. Other than that, Ophelia, I must inform you that unfortunately my work may as well be over… because these have to be some of the best cursive letters I have ever seen- I know that I have only ever taught my younger sisters, but I am nothing short of confident that you are the fastest learner I have ever had, ever!” 

Ophelia put her hand up to her chest and let out an exasperated breathy laugh that combined a giggle and a sigh of relief. “Stop it Y/n… you nearly gave me a heart attack! Anyways, it’s not that great.” She emphatically waved her hand as if to physically shoo the thought away. “I believe that as long as I am able to write and read, who cares about the blasted handwriting. As long as it is- at the very least- legible, I don't mind a thing.”

Y/n could not emphasise this enough: she loved Ophelia. She was sweet, funny, sarcastic, naughty and brash enough to understand all of Y/n’s jokes as simply that- jokes with no malice. Y/n admired her face thoroughly in amazed silence. Ophelia glanced at her and continued. “Now, would you like a cup of tea before you go?”

Y/n was shaken out of her trance and began to pack up her books as she responded. “No, thank you. I'm okay- I really should get going though. The wind is picking up and as much as I would love to stay and chat, I don’t really think being cold and wet is how my mother wants me to return home!”

Y/n bids Ophelia farewell from inside the house before going out back to meet Flynn at the stables. However, she sees another figure tending to him, and as she arrives closer, she notices not Thomas’ blonde messy hair- but instead a soft brown colour. 

Jesus Christ, this guy will just not leave her alone, will he?!

Y/n is about three feet away when the figure finally turns, and she is once again met with the cheeky smirk of Mr Harlot Styles. He looks her up and down carefully, making her insides all squirmy under his inspection- she hated the way he made her feel so uncomfortable in her own skin. Once finding her eyes, he began. 

“Grumpy…”

“Harlot… Leave Flynn alone. He doesn’t like jaded asses.” Y/n crossed her hands over her chest and stood with a cold hard stare.

“Flynn? Pretty name.” Harry looked at Flynn and continued. “Does the angry little lady dump her frivolous complaints and girly problems onto your poor back, my friend?” Harry looked back to Y/n and continued. “ And hey, he might hate jaded asses, but apparently, he loves temper tantrum-throwing toddlers if he’s your horse.” 

If she didn’t know how horrible of a person he was, she would classify the way he was scratching Flynn’s chin as lovingly- but Harry wasn’t loving, and he certainly wasn’t capable of loving. He was a beast. Just another man who thought Y/n spent her hours with her equine companion complaining as if juvenile… and what the hell are “girly problems”?! 

Harry chimed in again, breaking her out of her frustrated train of thought. “Huh! Would you look at that, Grumpy- your jaded ass-hating “noble” steed’s loyalty can unfortunately be bought by absolute strangers!”

He smirks up at her as he pulls a sugar cube from his pocket and holds it out to Flynn, who eagerly licks it up, jutting his snout into Harry’s hand to spur some more pats out of him. Y/n let out an angry huff. “Greedy traitor…” she mumbled under her breath to her horse, before taking a deep breath and got straight to the main issue, not wanting to spend any longer talking to him than she had to. 

“What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?”

“God, I was just wondering when I would be in your lovely company again- you know- should I call a doctor for your hysteria? Because it is you, girly, who is consistently following me. I would be surprised due to your incessant reminders that you hate me, but I’m not. Your infatuation with me seeps through your shoddy disguise completely. Face it, Grumpy… you’re obsessed with me.” 

Y/n wanted to slap him so hard. Or at least shoot back some equally damning response, but Liz’s words echo in her ears to simply ignore him. So she simply comes closer, walking to the opposite side of Flynn and begins strapping her bag to Flynn’s side saddle pouch. 

“Your silence is deafening, Grumpy… Is this it? Are you finally admitting that you have been just another precious little schoolgirl obsessed with me this whole time? I bet you would look out your window and pray to every shooting star that floated by that you would see me again. Did you giggle with your little friends while braiding each other's hair about how much you want me? I bet you squirm under your covers in a little pure white virginal nightgown dreaming about my fingers and my tongue and my cock. I bet you're stupidly in love with me, huh Grumpy?”

Y/n hated the way he would describe typically feminine stereotypes with such condescension. She hated being treated like a little girl. Throwing Liz’s advice completely out the window, she couldn’t help but mumble under her breath- just a little something to hurt him. “What would you know about love, Daddy’s boy?…” 

If Y/n looked up from the saddle pouch she was working on, she would see Harry’s eyes blown wide with surprise. He looked so vulnerable- almost childlike- as if her comment transported him back to his father’s house. Before she noticed his silence, though, he schooled his face and began to round the horse, his eyes darkening. “And what would you know about anything? You’re just a pathetic little girl. You act as if you have experience with the world, as if you will be anything more than a boring old housewife, but you never will be…”

Y/n stared daggers into Harry as he stalked closer and closer until he was less than a foot away from her, their outerwear brushing against each other. If he simply wrapped his arms around her waist, their bodies would be flush against one another completely. Y/n had never felt so degraded. She was just another girl to him. She was just another girl to all other men. Her biggest fear was being forgotten- for her loving family- her creative sisters and amazing mother- to be forgotten… For all of the amazing women that she encountered at balls to be forgotten. To be married off and treated as property. 

Harry continues on his poisonous tirade in an unwavering cold and calm voice, striking the deepest of Y/n’s insecurities and fears with pinpoint accuracy. “You look down on my hobby of pleasuring married women, but what you don’t understand is that when you are unhappily married off within the next few years, you will be writing letters to me, begging me to relieve you. You will wish I wanted you… You will wish your husband wanted you… You will wish any man wanted you… You will wish you were special… But you're not.”

Y/n held her breath as his hands raised up from his sides, ringed fingers lightly trailing over her skirts, her waist, her arms, her shoulders. Higher and higher, they softly glided over the fabric of her puff sleeves, before reaching her face, and cupping her cheeks. Harry’s eyes slowly flitted back and forth between Y/n’s eyes and her lips. His brows furrowed and his mouth slightly opened, before lifting his right thumb to slowly pull down at her bottom lip... 

…then release the pressure created with his hold, watching- almost studying, its fullness intensely as it bounced back into place. Voice now barely above a whisper, rumbly and deep, he continues.

“You’re just another silly little girl who will be nothing but a wife someday.”

Harry’s hands moved from her cheeks to her neck, cupping her head, thumbs delicately tracing circles on the skin behind her ears, sending shivers up her spine. 

What was this? And why was it sending Y/n’s knees wobbly? She needs to snap out of it- remember her anger for him. All of her interactions with him, even this one, were merely strategies to throw her off- to dominate her. And she would not allow that.

So as Harry moved his hand to cup her neck, leaning in closer, she opened her mouth, ready to dismiss all logic and decimate the animal standing before her, attempting to kiss her just to intimidate her. Fuck everything- fuck him, fuck Liz’s advice, fuck men and their incessant need for girls to be prim and proper. Fuck all of them.

About to fire her biggest blow, all while he leaned closer and closer, his lips ever so close to touching hers, they were suddenly halted in their tracks by someone calling her name.

“Y/n!...” the voice was urgent but far away. Both Harry and Y/n looked out of the stable to see Ophelia running towards them. Y/n and Harry looked at each other and took a big step away from their close proximity as Ophelia finally reached the stables and held her hand on a wooden panel as she caught her breath, panting heavily. 

“Th-Thank-” A wheezy heave interjected her sentence. “GOD”. Another heave. “You hadn’t left yet!” She stood up straight and wiped the light sweat from her forehead with her wrist before straightening her back and walking closer to her. She raised her right hand, which held a small handkerchief, tied into a lovely little package. 

“I packed some hedgehog slice for you in case you get a little hungry on the way home!” She sighed exasperated, before looking between Y/n and Harry. 

Y/n’s heart melted a little- she came bounding all the way down just to give her a little snack? She was the sweetest woman in the world! And now Y/n was going to see her in action against the intruder to her property that was Harry Styles… Y/n was ready to see some ire and some spit hurled at him once she explained exactly what Harry had said about her and all womankind, really.

But that is not what happened.

Not at all.

Ophelia smiled warmly at Harry before looking at Y/n. “Ahh, I see you have already met my nephew, Harry!”

What. The. Hell?

Harry looked smug as anything as Ophelia continued. “He is the lovely, well articulated bookworm I was telling you about the other day!” 

Y/n gritted out a very hesitant “Nice to meet you…” as he looked at her, full of ego.

Harry then opened his mouth, presumably to tell his aunt about the intrusion that was Y/n’s presence on their land, but Ophelia quickly shut him up too. 

“And Harry, this is the bright and wonderful tutor and friend I was telling you about! Y/n is teaching me how to read and write!” 

Harry’s mouth shut immediately. It was Y/n’s turn to smirk smugly as he gritted out an “A pleasure to meet you” back. The two stared at each other steely, as if they were in a stand-off of the mind, all while Ophelia unknowingly watched on with a large smile. 

“I am sure you too will be fast friends! Don’t you agree?” Ophelia had so much hope in her voice. The two grit their teeth, not wanting to make a scene or displease the sweet Ophelia-

“Certainly…”, they manage to comment, in unison.

And after Ophelia hugs Y/n goodbye one more time, before turning and leaving, Harry tails after her, but not before giving a final glance back to Y/n. He smirked, the smile filled with boyish playfulness, but Y/n saw his eyes- those blasted green eyes clouded with taunt. He was challenging her. To what exactly- she didn’t know. To see who could hurt each other the most? To see who would win in the overall war between the two? Or was it just a smirk at her begrudging fate? That she would have to put up with him now because although Ophelia is a sweet woman, Y/n’s connection to her will never trump Harry’s- he’s her nephew. 

As Y/n saddled her was going to have to do what she wanted to the least in order to maintain both a professional and personal relationship with Ophelia, who she admired both as a student and as a friend…

She was going to have to be civil with Harry.

**********

Y/n believed wholeheartedly that it was punishment enough; that she was forced into both proximity and (at least) faux politeness with her sworn enemy- but evidently, fate had more to give. And damn, could it pack a punch!

It was almost silly that she hadn’t thought the universe had been through with her… When Y/n made the one-hour trip to Ophelia’s house, she just had to not bring her large, rainproof jacket. She just had to decide not to put Flynn’s horseshoes on, which would prevent him from slipping and sliding in the wet mud… Why would she do any of that?! It was perfectly sunny, and even a little bit warm on that Friday morning…

But no… of course, the moment she begins to wrap up her lesson with Ophelia and ride home- where she would tuck into a well-deserved late lunch and spend some time with sisters- of course it is only two days after she has discovered that her student raised and lived with her sworn enemy- it is then and only then that she finds herself stuck at their house, as a giant thunderstorm magically appears and begins raining hellish hail and pouring water from the sky. 

“Y/n, there is no way I am letting you ride home in this weather! That simply will not happen under my roof. I will send an urgent telegram to your mother to let her know you are safe and warm, but you are staying over for the night and that is final.”

There was no arguing with Ophelia. So no more than five minutes later, Y/n was being escorted through the maze that was her student’s mansion, and to a guest room she would be occupying for the night. She was sprawled on the giant, fluffy bed when she felt her skin crawl at a particular thought- though he had not appeared during her lesson, Y/n knew that Harry was somewhere in the house- Ophelia said so herself, as they walked to her room. What if they bumped into one another? 

“Harry is somewhere around here- I am sure that you two will be the bestest of friends- you have so much in common!”

Y/n had to awkwardly laugh and smile at that, agreeing as politely as possible so as to not arouse any suspicion- however, Ophelia seemed to take this for genuine interest though and began doubling down. 

“Hey, why wait until dinner- I can call him now!? Maybe Harry can give you a tour of the house- the gardens, the gallery, the library! Give me two seconds and let me go fetch him-” 

Y/n had never had such a visceral reaction in her life when she shouted a clear and desperate “NO!”... It took her a few seconds to recollect her thoughts before she attempted to save face; she halfheartedly dismissed the idea with a feeble excuse that she didn’t want to impose, and that she and Harry would have plenty of time to chat at dinner. Despite the suspicious glint in Ophelia’s eye, she did not press any further and left her to rest and unpack as she went to have a bath and take a relaxing nap before supper. 

Thus bringing us back to Y/n- sprawled on her bed, deciding that she would not leave the room until supper. There was no way she would risk bumping into Harry while wandering around his house. What if he had another sultry guest for the evening?! What if he shooed her off as if she was nothing but a fly?! Heaven knows he had done all of that before- and all on the same night! She began rummaging through her bag to retrieve her book, content on sitting down and reading as she waited for dinner, but as she rummaged, it dawned on her… 

Her novels, her personal pens and paper? All of them were either at home or in Flynn’s side saddle pouch, hanging in the stables- she had been carrying her personal books and papers for the past few lessons but found the weight quite heavy, and all for very little payoff- she rarely got a moment to read when she was in the middle of a very interactive, collaborative lesson. The reality of her situation collapsed on her as she brought her hands up to her face and let a frustrated groan into them- she was going to be stuck here in this room with no entertainment for the next four hours - Ophelia was occupied, her books and pens were with Flynn, and there were no reading materials in the beautiful yet empty chest of drawers and side tables of the elegant guest room.

There was no way she could sit quietly like this… She began to get cabin feverish already. She needed to get out… 

Harry wouldn’t be strolling about his own house, right? It was 2:30 pm on a Friday- surely there must be some work he had to complete? Y/n resolved that there was no way she would be able to continue to live if she didn’t have something to stimulate her mind, and the thought of passing up an opportunity to explore the various forms of entertainment in Ophelia’s vast house seems daft, even verging on sinful… 

So, with a deep breath, Y/n stretched her arms above her head, took a deep breath, and lifted herself off of the plush linen-covered mattress. She ever so slowly opened the heavy, beautifully intricate mahogany door and peeked out of the minuscule crack she created. 

Left, right, left again, right again. 

The coast seemed to be clear- she opened the door wider so that she could stick her whole head out of it. She looked left, right, left again, right again. You could say that she was maybe overreacting by being so very cautious, but she would rather not run into Harry and be forced to return to her room before she had acquired some entertainment and had a good look around the place.

Once she was completely sure that the coast was clear, she stepped out, gently closed the door behind her, and, with her hands behind her back, began to stroll the hallways curiously. Soon, her fascination with the grandeur of the mansion quelled her alertness and she found herself enamoured by the architecture as she walked down the hallways. 

She wished she could dip her head into every room she saw, but she wasn’t that daft- that would be one surefire way to overstep her welcome, especially when she was essentially stuck until the storm cleared up. 

She continued slinking around in a manner similar to Fennec’s- she took a right, and found herself walking down a hallway she would guess was near the back of the house, as the large windows to her left illuminated her pathway and showcased a beautiful array of pruned trees along a cobblestone path, with steps that led down to a beautiful, large pond filled with greenery. There was a small path that also winded around the pond and ventured into a beautiful, lush green forest. The rain pattered so beautifully onto the glass, creating beautiful shadows on the otherwise dim hallway. The house truly was magnificent. 

Once reaching the end of the hallway, Y/n was greeted with two very tall and wide arched wooden doors. She hoped and prayed she wasn’t about to walk into a personal room, before pushing in to peek at the contents. 

A large expanse of beautiful oak shelves befell her- filled to the brim with books. Books upon books upon books! Nestled so tenderly, they were wrapped in beautiful leather casings. 

Bingo! The infamous library!

Though there was a main seating area in the middle of the room- with comfy juniper green couches that looked a dream to rest upon, there were also many bay windows and little reading nooks to curl up in. Tucked into the corner was a desk, a chair and a reading lamp. In fact, there were lamps all around the room, however, most of the light came from the warm roaring fire that blazed in the fireplace. Y/n could imagine sitting in front of the fire on a pillow, a soft throw around her and a mug of tea between her crossed legs as she read Dickens. 

Y/n wove through each shelf, looking at all the amazing titles there were. There was everything here! Shakespeare and Dickens were classics, to be expected in most regal libraries, but looking closer, Y/n found Bronte and Austen too! Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Hans Christen Anderson’s fairy tales. This place had every book Y/n had ever read or wished to read! 

But something lingered in the back of Y/n’s mind…

If Ophelia cannot read, whose library is this? Who has so tenderly placed every book in alphabetical order, as well as sorted them by genre? Who has spent their time tediously gluing library cards to the inside of the back cover of seemingly every book, and has jotted down when they have been borrowed? Why would anyone ever do that, considering that most of them are read by assumedly the same person, judging by the ever so similar font and pen used to log the date of when the book was picked up and when it was finished?

Before she could finish her thought, the door suddenly opened. Y/n immediately cringed at the situation she was in- she could be caught snooping by Ophelia, oh how mortifying! As the heavy footsteps walked closer and closer to where she was, she weaved through shelves, attempting to find a spot to hide. She tiptoed through before flattening herself against a shelf at the end of the room, far from where the footsteps were heard. The unknown person’s gait was too heavy to be Ophelia’s and- 

Damn! 

If it was not Ophelia, there was only one other person it could be… 

She took a deep, silent breath before creeping her way to the edge of the bookshelf. She went to take a peek and see where the British bastard was, however, when she took one more step and stuck her head out, she was met with his body no more than five inches from hers. 

“AHH!”

“Shit!”

The pair jumped and shrieked for a quick second, not expecting the other to be so damn close. Y/n looked up to see Harry looked down at her with surprise and confusion. Her gaze panned down to his hands, noticing him carrying a brown leather bound book- it was smaller and very worn in. It looked beaten and bruised, like it had been read thousands of times. She couldn't see a title at all, but it wouldn’t matter- the moment he followed her eyes, Harry shoved the book behind his back. Her gaze snapped back up quickly enough to watch vulnerability flash in his eyes, before they set in his usual hardened gaze, infected with scorn.

He barked. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

This wasn’t nonchalant Harry- this wasn't a Harry that was prepared for her attacks. This wasn’t the Harry that used his suave and unaffected demeanour to torment Y/n as he coolly fired shot after shot at her soul. No, this was a more frantic Harry- a more aggressive, threatened Harry. 

“I didn’t know you were going to be here!” Y/n explained, her brows furrowing and taking on a defensive tone, hands flying emphatically. 

Harry did not reply at all. The pair stared at each other sharply. It was as if they were having a battle telepathically, staring deep into one another’s unwavering, unblinking eyes, lips pressed shut into little frowns, brows knit, each daring the other to say something more. To poke the bear more. To continue the fight. They stared and they stared until Harry looked her up and down, shaking his head and scoffing, before walking further into the library. 

He seceded first! HA! She won! 

This victory wasn't savoured for long, however- she soon realised how foolish she would look just standing there in Harry’s dust. She didn’t look back to see which way he went and she didn't care- she kicked her body into motion and strode out the front door. Once she was out, however, she pathetically scurried her way back to her room, mortified. Once through the door, she slammed it shut and laid back against the cool wood. She took a couple deep breaths in the safety of the guest room. Now alone, she was able to regain her ability to think.

Harry was holding a book in his hands, before shoving it behind his back? Was he… bashful? What book would have made Harry feel embarrassed?

Further, if it wasn’t Ophelia’s library, there realistically is only one other person it could belong to…

Y/n shook the idea from her head immediately. It definitely couldn’t be Harry’s- not only was he too brutish to read for leisure, but also, the books there were too beautiful, too tenderly cared for- many filled with little annotations. No, Harry could not treat a human decently, let alone a book. He wouldn’t know how! The one in his hand, however. Her heart just couldn’t let that go… 

Maybe that was his? The small, beaten and bruised book. What kind of text would prompt Harry to read it over and over and over again. What words moved him so much that he felt embarrassed to show Y/n. Ofcourse, this was probably for the best- realistically, the pair should both provide as little information of their identities to each other as possible. Less ammunition that way. 

But Y/n, head against the downy pillow filled to the brim with the softest stuffing, lulled by the gentle nose of the lavender oil spritzed on top of the sheets, could not help but innocently wonder if Harry had a favourite book. She always wanted someone to share her love of reading- a simple friend that she could rant and rave to other than her sisters who, despite not possessing the same fire and passion as Y/n when it came to literature, attempted their hardest to understand her speeches and monologues of theory. 

It was not a question- Harry could never be that friend to Y/n…

But God, did Y/n wish that stopped her from imagining a version of him that could be.

[bedlamsbard]

45 words written today...I haven't actually cracked 1K this month, which, gah. I've had one day in April where I've written over a hundred words. (This is also true for my diss. I am having a very rough April. People ask me how I'm doing and I just immediately burst into tears, that's how I'm doing. Don't go to graduate school etc.) On the bright side I finally found a movie whose title and identifying details I haven't been able to remember because I got it mixed up with two other movies but I think this is actually the right one?

[sirenascales]

-> Just Touch Me, Baby

Let's hope Megumi doesn't find out you slept with his dad.

Toji Fushiguro x Plus Size!F!Reader

3,509 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, age gap, oral [f!], unprotected sex, college au, toji

note: :) this almost killed me

"Dude... that test was brutal," you complained, banging your head on the coffee table of your friend Megumi's living room, him and your other two friends also sitting around the table. They groaned in agreement, you guys sharing the same class and suffering the same torture.

"I swear the professor hates us," Nobara groaned, eyes trained on her homework in front of her. "I swear, being a college senior is the WORST."

"You got that right," Yuji agreed tiredly, not even looking at his homework. "I'm so close to dropping out."

"Not when you graduate this year," Megumi sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Only a few more months. We can make it."

"Can we not talk about that now?!" Yuji exclaimed. "Nobara, put your homework away! Megumi, your dad should be on his way from work, right? Tell him to get us some beers!"

Your stomach flipped at the mention of Megumi's dad. Of course you knew him, being best friends with his son and all ever since you met him freshman year of college. You didn't think much of the man at first, until a few months ago when your senior year started, when you noticed his lingering stare. Toji had quite a presence on him, one you could not ignore. And how could you?

"I just texted him," Megumi announced, putting his phone down. "He'll just take it out of my allowance."

You giggled. "You still get an allowance at your age?"

Megumi shrugged. "He doesn't allow me to work since I'm in school, so he gives me money every week."

"...okay, that's actually kinda cute. It's cool your dad supports you like that." You grinned at Megumi and he just rolled his eyes at you.

You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door open and you felt your heart start to beat faster. Toji was home from work, and you tried hard to cover up the obvious crush you had on him.

"You're lucky I was going to the liquor store already when you texted me, kid," Toji's gruff voice sounded out and you smiled softly. Toji may look intimidating and scary, and yeah, he was, but he was very attentive when it came to Megumi. It was sweet.

"Well, hey sweetheart." Toji walked into the kitchen and you froze, your heart skipping a beat as you turned to face the much older man. "You looked like you had a hard day."

You groaned in response and you turned to do what you were initially doing, gathering some snacks for you and the gang to eat while drinking. "Had a test today. It fucking sucked ass."

Toji laughed, his eyes looking you up and down. "How unfortunate. I don't envy you." You were a fucking sight, not hard to miss at all. Not because of your size, but because you were delectable, one of the finest Toji has ever laid eyes on. He licked his lips as he watched you for another moment, setting the packs of beer on the counter.

"You kids have fun," he whispered, reaching over to steal a few chips. His arm brushed against yours and you shivered. You looked over and he smirked at you. "But not too much." He grabbed a case of beer and left and you had to grab the counter's edge tightly to keep from falling over. Good God, that man.

The night went on, the beers were flowing and by the end of the third movie, you were drunk. "Gah... I have to go home."

"No way..." Megumi replied, slumped over on the couch. "You guys... stay over..."

Nobara and Yuji were already out cold on the living room floor, and you knew that was going to be you in a moment. So you got up, somehow stumbling up the stairs to the bathroom. The door was closed and you tugged on the knob, growling when it wouldn't open. "Come on!"

The door opened and some steam left as a very wet, almost very naked Toji came walking out. Your eyes went wide and you took a couple steps back. Toji was a God, his body absolutely perfect. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his head tilted to the side as he gazed at you.

"Wow..." you marveled openly, not even bothering to hide your attraction to him in your drunk state.

Toji chuckled softly, amusement on his face. "Don't look at me like that, sweetheart, you'll make me blush."

"Don't tease me..." you grumbled, gulping when Toji took a step towards you. He towered over you.

"But it's fun," he replied, licking his lips. "The way you pout those lips drive me a bit insane."

That made your body heat up and you took a step towards him, grinning. "Really? I make you crazy?"

"Just a lil," he answered, licking his lips. Though, he takes a step back. "But you should sleep all that beer off, sweetheart. Come by another time..." he thought for a moment. "Next week, if you remember." He then walked off towards his bedroom.

And boy did you remember. Even in your drunk state, you remembered that moment. Remembered his body, remembered how he smelled, the timber of his voice. It taunted you the entire week, sometimes messing with your focus. You could not let that man affect you like this.

Yet here you were, a week later, parked in front of Megumi's house after classes. You overheard Megumi say that his dad had off that day and for some reason, that had you driving your way over as soon as class ended. What were you fucking thinking? Could you go through this? Taking a deep breath, you climbed out of your car.

You locked your car as you walked towards the front door, feeling a bit jittery as you thought about just what it is you were here for. You wanted this man so bad, but he was your best friend's dad, nearly twice your age. He's obviously expressed an interest in you, and this was the perfect time for you both to get what you really wanted from each other.

The knocks on the wooden door echoed in your ears and after a few seconds of silence, you started to panic. You couldn't do this. No way. Taking a step back you turned away from the door, only to turn right back around when you heard the door open.

"Where you goin'?" Toji asked, an amused look on his face as he gave you a quick once over. You immediately went hot, biting back the squeak that formed in your throat as you laughed sheepishly.

"O-oh, I forgot uh... I forgot something back at school so I was just gonna go... get it...." you stuttered, your face burning up. Toji raised his eyebrow.

"You can't lie for shit."

"I know..."

Toji chuckled and the sound sent shivers down your spine. He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles just rippling under his tight tank top. Matched with the pair of sweats he wore, he looked just like every girl's fantasy.

"Well, aren't you going to come in, or not?" he asked, tilting his head. "I was wondering when I'll see that pretty face of yours again. You're not drunk again, are you?" He was teasing and you pouted, huffing a bit.

"No I'm not!"

His scarred lips turned up. "Good. Then let's finish what we started the other night. Get inside."

His kiss was breathtaking, butterflies swarming in your stomach as Toji cupped your cheek with his hand. The skin was rough, showcasing years of hard work and experience. You moaned softly, pressing yourself more against the older man. He took a step back, chuckling at you as he swiped at his lips with his thumb.

"Why the rush?" he teased. "You want me that bad?"

You flushed. "Y-you were the one that kept staring at me all those other times! So don't turn-" His mouth was on yours again, successfully shutting you up and turning your brain to mush. You clung onto his shirt, letting Toji push you back until you're falling back on his large bed. He watched you fall, grin on his face.

"Shut up. It doesn't matter now," he said, pulling his top off, exposing the body that plagued your dreams since that day. You bit your lip, sitting up and reaching for his sweats. Toji grabbed your wrists, pinning you right back down on the bed as he hovered over you, his grip on your wrists firm. "Don't rush me, sweetheart. We're gonna savor our time together." His smile was threatening in the best way, a chill going down your spine.

You nodded slowly. "O-okay..."

"Good girl." Toji let go of your wrists, sliding his large, strong hands slowly down your plush body.  He squeezed your sides, lightly massaging your round belly before he grabbed onto your hips. Even through your dress, he left your skin feeling like it was on fire, your breath coming out in small pants, especially when he finally pushed his hands up your dress, hands squeezing your thick thighs. Toji groaned in appreciation, pushing your dress up, revealing your luscious body inch by inch until he tossed your dress to the side, leaving you in your bra and panties.

"Look at that," he grumbled appreciatively, licking his lips, using his knee to nudge your legs open for him. There was a wet spot on your panties and he laughed lowly when you covered your face in embarrassment. "Already so wet and I've barely even touched you."

"Shut up!" you whined, gasping when Toji hooked his fingers into the base of your panties, yanking them down just to your knees before he pushed your legs back, your feet in the air and his mouth soon on your cunt.

He ate your pussy like a fucking God, making you gasp and cry out with every swipe of his tongue. He kept his hands on the back of your thighs, relishing in your cries of pleasure and just how fucking good you tasted. "You taste so fucking good," he groaned, spreading your legs as much as your panties would allow. "Like a fucking treat."

You couldn't respond, your fists clenching the bed sheets tightly, your back arching off the bed as Toji sucked on your clit, teasing your entrance with two of his thick fingers before slowly pushing them inside of you. You gasped deeply, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head as Toji curled and thrust his fingers expertly, his tongue flicking your clit. You could only moan in pleasure, grinding right up against his face as you ran your hands through his black hair, pulling hard on the strands. He didn't mind.

"Toji, please..." you whined, the lewd sounds from between your legs loud in your ears. It was so messy, your legs shaking, heart pounding in your chest. You were panting like an animal, Toji's skilled tongue and fingers working you to insanity. It only took a few more strokes of his fingers and some more deep licks from his tongue before your vision went white, the wave of euphoria from your orgasm blanking out your mind completely.

"Holy shit," you gasped out, breathing heavily as Toji moved to his knees, his fingers slipping out of you. The bottom half of his face was soaked, his lips curled up in smug satisfaction. You shuddered. "No one's ever made me cum like that before..."

He snorted. "Well, when you're fucking with these little ass boys, what'd you expect? Now open up." Not even questioning it, you opened your mouth and Toji slipped the two fingers that were just inside of you right into it. You moaned at your own taste. "Clean them up."

You moaned again, swirling your tongue around his thick fingers, your eyes dazed as you sucked his fingers as if you were sucking cock. God, he was sure you'd be a fucking pro at it too, just from the way your tongue just felt on his fingers. It sent a shiver down his spine, but that could wait. You two had all damn night.

Toji slipped his fingers out of your mouth and you sighed softly, gazing up at him while biting your lip. He was so fucking fine, his sculpted body making you drool, as well as the large tent in his sweats. Sitting up, you pulled your panties off completely, Toji's arms wrapping around you as you got to your knees. The kiss is hot and needy, bodies pressed together.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth and you moaned, feeling Toji reach behind you to finally unclasp your bra, tossing your garment to the side. His hands felt like fire across your skin, his mouth sinful as he pressed hot, open mouth kisses down your neck.

"Toji..." you sighed, tilting your head back as he began to massage your breasts, his teeth dragging along the soft skin of your neck and shoulder. Having you turn to putty like this made Toji as hard as a rock, his sweats starting to become too restrictive for him to tolerate.

It seemed as if you read his mind, hands tugging at his pants. He didn't hesitate to get up off the bed, watching your eyes go wide with a smug grin as he finally pushed his sweats down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his large, thick cock sprung freely. He cackled when you jumped in surprise.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Having second thoughts?" He was teasing again and you pouted, eyes still trained on his dick as he climbed back onto the bed.

"Of course not..." you answered, humming when he kissed you again. "It's just..." you trailed off, biting your lip as he pressed kisses along your jaw. Could you even take him? 

"Relax, baby. I'll take care of you. I'll fuck you like a real man should," he said, lying you back down.

You shuddered deeply, spreading your legs so Toji could fit snugly between them. Biting your lip, you waited as Toji rummaged through his nightstand, producing a bottle of lube. You were a bit anxious, thighs twitching when he massaged them, trying to get you to relax.

Grabbing his cock, Toji teased your pussy with his tip, chuckling when you began to whine. "You want it that bad? C'mon, tell me, sweetheart."

You shook your head, whining again as he continued to tease you, his tip pressing right against your clit. "Don't tease me, please!" You were going crazy, consumed with lust for this man, your best friend's father.

"Then tell me what you want," Toji grunted, grabbing the lube and spreading some of the substance on his cock, making you watch as he stroked himself a few times.

"Please..." you gasped out, twitching when he pressed his tip right at your entrance. "Fuck me, please. I can't wait anymore..."

Toji let out a short laugh, not wasting another moment before he started to push his way inside of you. You both groaned simultaneously, your mouth falling open as he filled you up to the brim. Toji pressed his mouth against yours, gasping softly as you squeezed around him.

It took him all his strength to not just start railing you, his focus not only on your pleasure and his, but to not hurt you. He knew he was big, knew it was a stretch by the slight pinch of your eyebrows. "That's right... just take it slowly..." he grumbled, leaving more hot kisses down your neck. "Then I'll fuck you real good, sweetheart. You'll like that, wouldn't you?"

You whimpered softly, biting your lip when Toji started to slowly thrust in and out of you, the drag of his cock inside of you making you crazy. Toji hovered above you, keeping himself up with his strong arms as he kept up the slow pace. He watched your pretty face contort with blissful pleasure, your eyes hazy as you gazed up at him.

"Pretty girl, you take my cock so well," he crooned, fucking you deep, using one hand to grab one of your legs, throwing it over one of his shoulders as he picked up his pace. Soon, the sounds of the bed creaking and skin slapping against skin was all that was heard, along with your cries of pleasure. You grabbed onto Toji's arms for dear life, your tits bouncing with each hard thrust he made into your cunt.

The way he fucked you was nothing you've ever felt before, his hips driving into yours in the best way. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, laughing when you wrapped your arms tightly around him. You just wanted to be close to him, feel his body fully on yours while he fucked you nice and deep.

Then suddenly, your world was spinning and you found yourself on top of Toji, his arms wrapped around you tightly and keeping you pressed against him. Not missing a beat, he bends his knees, planting his feet on the mattress and he starts jackhammering up into you, his pace relentless. You cried out, arms bent uselessly at your sides, face pressed against Toji's neck.

"Please..." you moaned, lifting your head up enough to press a sloppy kiss against his scarred lips. "I wanna cum..."

"Then cum," Toji grunted, a hand moving down and roughly smacking your ass. "Squeeze my cock." You moaned, Toji smacking your ass again as he continues to fuck up into you.

It honestly didn't take much longer, Toji's hands now holding your hips, pulling you down one last time on his cock before you screaming out his name, your body going rigid as your orgasm hit you with a force. Toji let out a loud groan as you squeezed around him tightly, fucking into you a few more times before he finally cums, shooting his load deep inside of you.

"Fuck hell," he gasped out, keeping you pressed down onto him. "Take it all, baby, there's only gonna be more to come..."

You groaned, your entire body twitching from the intense orgasm.  Toji soon let you roll off of him, sitting up and glancing over at you. You were on your back, eyes closed and panting heavily. He got off his bed, pulling on his sweats and walking towards the door. "Stay there."

You barely registered him, trying to catch your breath. Soon, Toji is back and he makes you sit up, handing you a bottle of water. He cradles your head as you chug the water, chuckling softly when some drips down your chin. "Thank you," you whispered, Toji wiping the water away with his thumb, hands slowly massaging your body. He didn't say another word, letting you come to your senses.

And when you did, he just pressed his lips against yours again, taking away all your senses again as he pushed you right back onto the bed, his large hand cupping the side of your neck. "I want to try that pretty mouth now," he whispered and you bit your lip, already full of lust. "Get on your knees."

You could definitely do that.

The birds were chirping outside the window the next morning, and your entire body was sore as you sat in Toji's bed, the man beside you lightly snoring in his deep sleep. That was... a night to fucking remember, the man making you cum more times you could even count. How you were going to get home was beyond you, but you would try.

You were quiet as you pulled your clothes on, unsuccessful in smoothing down your haggard appearance. Oh well. You were just going to shower at home anyways.

"Don't be a stranger."

Toji's voice made you jump and you looked back at him, his eyes still closed but you could tell that he was awake. You smiled, giggling a bit before you opened the door, walking out the room. You carefully and slowly closed the door, knowing that you couldn't possibly let Megumi catch you. How could you explain to him that you slept with his dad?!

You looked up after closing the door, freezing when you came face to face with your best friend. Megumi stood outside the bathroom, toothbrush in hand and a blank look on his face. Your blood went cold.

"Uh..."

"I rolled your windows back up in your car 'cause it was raining last night."

Oh fuck. Your car.

"Th-thanks, Megumi...." you stuttered and his eyes just narrowed at you. Then, he just turned and walked right into the bathroom.

"Yeah."

The door slams shut and you groan, running a hand down your face. Fuck.

"S-see you later for lunch?" you tried. There was a quick silence before Megumi spoke again from the bathroom.

"Yeah, sure."

You sighed in relief, looking back at Toji's closed bedroom door. You couldn't help the grin that grew on your face. Oh for sure, you won't be a stranger.

-End

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Summer Nights - (Solangelo Fanfiction) - Chapter One: afterparty

NICO

Okay. This is fine. This is all fine. Things happen. Suppression often brings upon impulsive explosions of our inner conscious when mixed with alcohol, so I'm not insane! I'm just suppressed. That's what happens when you go 18 years without sexual activities.

At least, I was suppressed.

I knew I was a fucking idiot to go to that party. I knew exactly what I would find—drunk Neanderthals desperately humping each other, primal instinct on full display as if their lives were dependent on it, and a musty cloud of axe body spray. And that's exactly what I encountered.

But, my step-sister Hazel...let's just say she's not new to it. Plus, it was graduation night for her and she just got dumped by her newest addition to our lives(what an exciting 2 months those were). She was on a weirdly sad high, and would rather be on a chemically-induced one.

I didn't want to go. I told her I didn't want to go! But then she rambled about how when she leaves for college, I'll regret this bonding experience, and also that if I keep on going like this, I'll have wild 20s...blah, blah, blah. I was backed into a corner.

So, she made me take my first ever shot from whatever disease-ridden bottle she pulled from under her bed, and...

And now I'm doing the walk of shame at 6 AM, eyeliner smudged down my face, and my shirt completely unbuttoned. My pores have never felt so clogged(thanks to Hazel's pre-gaming followed with the words, 'plleeeaasee let me do your makeup!').

I shudder thinking about the events leading up to 2 hours ago. I can't believe I could have been so stupid.

I may have...sort of...hooked up with the quarterback, Will Solace. Remember those Neanderthals I was talking about? Yeah.

He's practically hopeless and everyone feeds off of it. Every girl is practically in love with him. He's like a fucking golden retriever, there seems to be nothing in his head. The only time I've ever really talked to him before is when he paid me $50 to write his essay—only because my best friend, Reyna, who usually does it for him, was out for two weeks with the flu.

He has never had to work for anything in life. His family is rich and powerful, he's got a natural talent when it comes to throwing footballs I guess, and he's okay-looking. Okay, maybe he's alright. Or Gorgeous. Sculpted by the Gods.

So what if he's attractive? His personality is as complex as a nerd rope, and that's all that really matters.

But the biggest kicker—he's straight. Of course I know that people stay in the closet for ages, and I didn't expect me to be the only raging homosexual in a school of 700, but Will Solace? It just seemed...hard to believe.

   Oh Christ. My first kiss was Will fucking Solace. The first guy I've ever...

   Shit, shit, shit. I feel like I should wash my mouth out with soap. And take several baths. At least I didn't go all the way with Will, but I still definitely went to a certain extent. And it wasn't until we were about to go all the way when I realized exactly what I was doing—so I screamed and ran out of the room.

   I want to slam my head into a wall.

   I had it all planned out since I was little! I would go on a crazy romantic date with a guy I liked, and I would have my first kiss under the stars, and we would hold hands ,and talk about philosophy, and make a joke about how they all speak of marriage as some cursed thing but we could probably make it work—

   That's besides the point. My life has been planned out for ages, and it was supposed to be nice. Now my first kiss is a drunken make-out session with a douche-y jock who will probably threaten my life if I ever mention he's the tiniest bit fruity. And not only was it a make-out sesh, but he saw me. Things only a husband should see.

   I'm never drinking again. I'm never going to a party again. I'm definitely never speaking to Will, and I'm going to spend the rest of my Summer trying to forget that moment. And how it felt. How it felt like how the angels sing.

   Gah! I can't be thinking of this right now.

   As soon as I open the front door, I'm bombarded by my parents.

   My dad stands with his arms crossed, his glasses on the tip of nose. My step-mom, Marie, stares disapprovingly, her eyes practically red with anger.

   "Where have you been all night?" He asks.

   I blink. "Study group." My voice is way more hoarse than expected. My heart's also pounding. I've never lied to my parents before.

   "A study group? Until 6 in the morning?" He raises an eyebrow and takes a step towards me. Then, his faces scrunches up in confusion as he brings up a finger and wipes the skin under my eye, a black stain remaining on his fingertip as he draws it away. "I-is this eyeliner?"

   I instinctively take a step back, putting my hand between the two of us. My breath probably smelt like alcohol and...does that certain thing have a smell? Oh God. I'm hopeless. "U-uh, yes. We ended up playing dungeons and dragons once we finished reviewing," I force a smile. "I was in character."

   "Studying? School just ended," Marie frowns.

   "They were helping me study for...The R.T. Internship."

   "Oh," Dad straightens his back. "It's just odd. Considering Hazel went to the end of the year party last night."

   "Oh...was that last night?" I nervously laugh.

   Footsteps bang down the stairs, and Hazel turns into the main room wearing her pajamas. She seemed to have gotten home just a bit earlier. "Wassup," she winks on her way to the kitchen, clearly trying not to be involved.

   "Hazel," Marie calls out. "Was Nico at the party?"

   "No mom!" She yells from the kitchen. "He was probably studying."

   I keep a fake smile on as Marie lets out a breath and puts her hands in the air in surrender. "Fine! Fine," she crosses her arms. "I believe you."

   I slightly bow. "Thank you, thank you," I say, immediately heading up towards the stairs. At this point, I just want to take a shower and brush my teeth.

   However, Hazel exits the kitchen at the same exact time, holding a bowl of cereal. In effort to save the ground from milk, I jump back, accidentally causing my jacket to fall off my shoulders a slight bit, creating a perfect angle for anything in my pockets to slip out. And almost immediately, a slap hits the ground.

   Staring at the object, I wish a hole would open up in the earth and swallow me. Marie instinctively bends down to grab it, until she realizes.

   "Is that...a condom?" Dad asks, tilting his head to the side.

   "Put it on me," he hands it over.

   "What's this for?" I examined the package. "I can't get pregnant."

   "Do you think you're the only person I've done this with? I'm just being cautious," he bends over. "Don't tell me you don't know what a condom is for?"

And then I immediately scrambled out of the room. I suppose, in my hurry, I had just stuffed the thing in my jacket pocket.

   My mouth's hanging open like an idiot as Hazel snickers, eating her cereal as she walks up the stairs.

   This day couldn't get worse.

   —

   "You're grounded," dad rants off. "You will only go from here and to the internship."

   I bow my head in shame, hoping the red would disappear. "Fine!"

   "We're happy you were at least being...protective," Marie utters uncomfortably.

   "You're a good kid, Nico," dad sighs, sitting down in front of me. "The last thing we want is you wasting away your life on parties. You have a good thing going with this program. The school could only choose two people and they chose you! Do you really want to go down this path of recklessness? You aren't like everyone else in your grade, you know. And just because you're 18 now doesn't mean squat. You still have another year left in school."

   I really do feel bad. My parents worked hard to get me into the private school I'm in. The deal is that I can do whatever I want—as soon as school is over. Like with Hazel.

   Due to Goode Private School and its many connections, the school issued a writing internship for a magazine's, named R.T., Political-Teen section—all that was required was a resume along with 3 written pieces over different prompts. The program would choose 2 of the best entries.

   Here I am.

   "It was one party! And it was boring and not fun," I admit. "I completely understand, okay? I'm focused on R.T. from here on out."

   "And you can't focus on R.T. if you get a girl pregnant," Marie shakes her head. "So cut off whatever is going on."

   "Trust me," I let out a sigh. "It's cut off."

   "It's not Reyna, is it?"

   "She's just a friend, dad," I groan. "And she's a lesbian."

   Marie awkwardly brushes her hair back behind her ear. "Well, whoever it was..."

   "Nothing happened!"

   "I'm just saying that—"

   "I don't need the sex talk," I frown.

   "Fine! Fine," Marie nods. "But you can talk to your father anytime...you know...if you get—"

   "Stop, stop, stop!" I put my hands over my ears, standing suddenly. "I can come to you guys. I'm grounded. I understand. Is that all?"

   They share an awkward look, and turn back to me. By their relaxed positions, I assume I'm good to go and squeeze past them.

I'm honestly just looking forward to sleeping—they can give me any punishment they want as long as it means I can close my eyes. I fantasize about sleep my entire jog up the stairs and into my bedroom, and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I shut my eyes and try to sink into my own private dreamland.

Key word: tried.

The events of last night play vividly like I'm watching them in a movie theatre.

"You're actually pretty cute when you aren't hiding your face," his voice echoes, his veiny hands stroking my hair behind my ear.

My eyes immediately open.

"Seriously?" I can't help but express. I try one more time.

After a few seconds, a thought pops back into my mind.

His lips are on my neck as I bite my lip. It's almost like I can still feel the goosebumps and his hand gripping my thigh. I accidentally let out a moan, to which he responds, "not so quiet now, are you?"

I fly up, hitting my head with a pillow. Fuck Will Solace and fuck that party. Now he's fucking with my sleep. That's an entire new level of irritation. I swiftly grab my phone, press a contact, and smash it to my ear.

"Hi, Nico," says a voice.

"Reyna, I have something to tell you."

"We'll be there in two secs."

"We'll?"

"Thalia's over!"

"Well, you guys can't come over here."

"W-why?"

"Grounded."

There's a ruffle on the other end of the call. "Grounded? You?" I heart Thalia snort. "Did Hell freeze over? What'd you do?"

"That's included in the 'I have something to tell you' package."

Thalia and Reyna have been dating for a year. Considering last night was graduation for them, I'm not surprised they spent it together. To be honest, I was kind of sad last night. I'm just now a senior, and the fact that I have to be without them the next year sounds exhausting. I don't have many friends. I'll practically be alone.

Reyna and I have been best friends ever since she moved in next door when I was in 6th and she was in 7th, and we bonded over a mutual love for D&D. We even dated the next year, but it ended in the both of us coming out to each other. Reyna was always shy like me. At least, until Thalia joined our group. Reyna's...changed. She even got a tattoo. Wears leather.

The next thing I know, a thud hits the window. I scramble off the bed and to the source of the sound, looking down below to Thalia in her pajamas trying to balance a ladder. Reyna stands behind her, her eyes wide in shock at her girlfriend.

I guess now she evens sneaks into houses.

To be fair, yes, I was upset my best friend graduated high school, and yes, I'm slightly upset that she's having a rebellious phase. Maybe that's one of the dominos that fell that made me eventually end up at the party.

I slide open my window, a panic falling over me. I literally just got grounded from partying and now I'm sneaking in two lesbians into my bedroom. This was the weirdest day ever.

They eventually make it up all the way to my room, Thalia jumping in like it's nothing, and assisting Reyna in also coming in. Reyna swiftly grabs my chin and stares down at me.

"Why are you wearing eyeliner?" She observes.

"You know, it kinda fits," Thalia nods.

"I went to Zhang's party last night," I rub my temples. "Hazel dragged me."

"Y-you went to a party?" Reyna's eyes widen. "You hate the idea of parties. You think they're just full of Neanderthals—"

"Hazel's been trying to get me to go to a party since freshman year," I try to explain. "She's leaving for college any day now. I felt bad!"

"I'll go get makeup wipes from her," Thalia stands with a sigh, heading out the bedroom door. She's back within a few minutes.

Reyna pulls one from the package and presses it onto my face. "Okay, so you're grounded. What gave it away?"

"Well, for starters, I just got home," I frown. "And also..."

"Also?" Thalia waits.

I cringe and pull away from Reyna's hand, burying my face into my pillow. "A condom fell out of my pocket."

The girls go silent, only giving me way more anxiety than I originally had. Slowly, I raise my head to peek at them. They're both equally as shocked, eyes wide.

   "So that's why your voice sounds like that," Thalia snorts.

   "W-was it used?"

   "No! But...almost," I chew on my bottom lip.

   Thalia tries to hide her smile. "So much for waiting for marriage."

   "You almost had sex?" Reyna's voice lowers to a whisper. "Nico, just a few days ago you were talking about an underground city you built in Minecraft, now you're getting laid?"

   "You sound like my parents," Thalia lightly nudges her.

   "I stopped it, didn't I?" I respond defensively.

   "I don't judge you but...who? You hate every guy in this town," Reyna tilts her head to the side. "Besides Percy."

   "That's the predicament," I hang my head in shame.

   Reyna breaks out into a grin. "My god, you hooked up with Percy?"

   Percy Jackson. The guy I've been hopelessly in love with since middle school. Captain of the swimming team, and ruler of my dreams—he's got shaggy black hair and sea-green eyes. The hottest, most respectful guy you'd ever meet. His house is just down the street.

   It happened summer of 8th grade. I was reading at the park before a bunch of guys came over and started messing with me. Just as douchey mcshitpants threw me to the ground, a loud thud smacked the air, and for once it wasn't me. Standing like a superhero, his hair flowing in the wind, there he was. He was a freshman at the time, and hit the growth spurt before any other high schoolers.

   "Fuck off!" He yelled as the delinquents scrambled off. "Do you think this is funny? I'll fucking show you what's funny!"

   However, they were all running off, scared shitless. As soon as he turned to face me, his face softened and he offered a hand. "Nico, right?" His voice says softly. I slid my hand into his as he helped me up to my feet. "Those guys are jerks. Oh shit, your book!"

   I stared in awe as he bent down to pick up the dirty book, dusting it off with his letterman. "Yo! I love Harry Potter!" He exclaims when he sees the cover.

   I nervously laugh.

   "Well, I gotta go," he runs his fingers through his hair and hands me back the book with his other hand. "I'll see you around, Nico!"

   And ever since then, sparks fly in my stomach whenever I'm around him. Last night was his graduation too. And I did see him at the party.

   "No," I sigh, in present-time. "Not Percy."

   Reyna blinks and looks at Thalia. Thalia looks from her to me. "Give up the dets," she pushes me lightly. "Who was it?"

   "Before I tell you, please remember that we didn't go all the way; it was just some making out and well, other stuff, but there was no pene—"

   "Shut the fuck up and tell us already!"

   "Will Solace," I admit and shrink into my bed. "I hooked up with Will Solace."

   They go quiet again. Reyna's face is horrified but Thalia is gaping with a smile twitching at the end of her lips.

   "You hate Will Solace," Reyna says slowly. "You've hated him since forever. He's flirted with every girl under the sun. He cheats on all of his assignments. His family is the richest...most powerful people in the town. He's...Percy's best friend."

   My face goes red. "I know, okay? I know."

   "Is he a good kisser?" Thalia asks with genuine interest.

   My minds fall back to his tongue, my moans against his lips, and the sheer feeling that I could collapse in his arms in any second. Touching his skin was like touching something holy and greater, and being kissed by him was like having a spiritual awakening of bliss and realizing everything you've been missing out on in the world.

   "He's okay," I shrug.

   Reyna picks up on the fact that I'm lying but protest. "Well, you can't turn back now," she says. "I just hope his dad doesn't find out, y'know."

   Allistair Solace basically ran a monopoly inside the town of Goode. He owned half of the important businesses and was a regular attendant of church. He's powerful and religious. Not exactly a warm example of a loving dad.

   "I'm not even out at school. I think he'll trust me not to tell anyone," I nervously say. "Hopefully. I just can't sleep knowing what I did. I feel so dirty."

   "Our little whore," Thalia throws an arm around my neck and rubs my head with her fist.

   I sneak out from under her. "I've been up for 24 straight hours," I swat her hand. "I need to sleep. Without thinking about it."

"I've got melatonin!" Thalia spends around to grab her small carry-on bag, digging a small bottle from her backpack. She hands it over. "When's your internship thing start?"

I rub my eyes and fight the child's lock. "Tomorrow. 8 am."

"Do you know who the other kid is?" Thalia asks curiously.

"Hopefully not an idiot," I sigh. "Considering I have to write pieces with them."

Reyna snorts. "You hate working with people."

"I don't have a choice. This internship is important," I say. "Not only does it help with scholarships, but I could start out as soon as I'm out of college. It's practically the internship of my future."

"Make sure to set extra alarms," Thalia cringes. "Hopefully you don't sleep all day."

I lower my head darkly. "I'm such an idiot."

"Imagine partying before the first day of the most important program of your life," Reyna nudges me.

"I didn't plan to get drunk! Or to make-out with Will," I cringe again.

"Get your sleep little one," Thalia pats my head, pushing off the ground and offering a hand to her girlfriend.

I sigh, watching them sneak out of my window. After waiting a while for them to wave at me from the window next door, I collapse onto my bed, popping the pill into my mouth and gulping down water after.

When my eyes close, my mind immediately travels back to Will. Back to the bedroom.

"Since when do you go to parties?"

I stared at my reflection, my eyeliner already running down my cheeks. "My sister dragged me here."

"You don't seem to be having a good time," he looked at his nails in disinterest.

"Well, you're hiding in a bedroom at a graduation party when this should be your natural habitat," I turned, leaning my back onto the dresser. "So obviously you're not doing too well either."

He raised an eyebrow. "At least I'm not crying."

I roll my eyes and turn back around. "Can you leave? I'm kind of trying to be alone and regroup here."

"I was here first."

"There's no other rooms open," I mumble.

"Well, I'm not leaving," he leans back, placing his weight on his arms. I glare at his reflection in the mirror. "Why are you crying?"

"Do you know how to mind your business?"

"I know. I just don't want to."

"Is Percy dating that girl?" I blurt, spinning around.

Will seems taken off guard. "What girl?"

"The blonde one," I cross my arms. "Whom he was kissing. In the living room."

He scrunches up his nose in confusion. "Annabeth? I don't think they're official," he shrugs. "Just hooking up. Why? Do you like her?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and don't respond to that part. "He hooks up with people?"

"Everyone hooks up with everyone," Will shrugged. "Don't you?"

I felt weird, and slightly insecure. We're all teenagers, and I know sex runs rapid, but imagining any of the people I've gone to school with my entire life would actually...do that...

"Totally," I lied.

He smirked. "You're a virgin."

"I'm...not."

"I kinda already assumed," Will closes his eyes and leans back. He's always been arrogant. "I don't think the quadratic formula gets you girls."

   "Who says I want girls?" I bite. It was probably a mix of the alcohol, seeing Percy with someone else, and the fact that I just couldn't stand his ass. "Besides, sex isn't everything. I have better things to focus on."

   Will shrugged and opened an eye. "Don't we all? It's just a nice distraction." I'm thankful he doesn't bring up the girls part.

   "Maybe I don't want distractions," I fold my arms.

   He sighs and slouches on the bed. "Good for you, Nick."

   "I—" I rubbed my temples. "You did not just call me Nick. We've gone to school with each other for years. It's Nico."

   "I know," he snorts. "You get riled so easily, you know. First with sex, now with your name."

I couldn't help my face going red. "Maybe because you're a jerk," I sighed.

His eyes flickered up to meet mine. "Is that what you think of me?"

My eyes focused in on the twitching of the corner of his lips, and the alcohol made intrusive thoughts wonder in. And then they met his, which were still staring at me adamantly. I felt my heart thump, and I was too drunk to care.

"I don't think about you at all," I said.

Those stupidly beautiful eyes.

"Nico," he whispers.

Except, he didn't do that in my memory.

"NICO!"

I jolt awake, flying up in my bed. Outside it's completely darkness—and I felt like I've been sleeping for days.

Hazel stands over me, her hands on her hips. "Nico," she says slowly.

I rub my eyes. "Hm, what?"

"I need your opinion," she whispers.

I sigh as she straightens up. She's wearing a short, red dress. She spins around, her arms outstretched. "Thoughts?" She asks as she twirls.

"It's fine," I shrug. "I don't know."

"Do you think red fits my skin tone?" She asks. "I have a gold dress, it's got a wonky string, but it puts the girls on display like no other. Which is what I want."

I rub the back of my neck. "Then do gold. Where are you even going?"

She sighs, running to my mirror to put hoops in. "College party," she says. "I want to make friends so when I go I'm not a total loner. They're still having their end of the school year bonfires."

"If you can't drive home, call me," I sigh. "It's not like I'm not going to be able to sleep anymore anyway."

   She tilts her head. "I didn't mean to leave with you last night. I couldn't find you anywhere. I assumed you just walked home. Where did you go?"

   I blush. Hazel has no idea that I'm gay—or, if she does, she hasn't tried to pressure me into admitting anything. Plus, she hung around Will and his friends sometimes. I didn't want to out him to someone he actively knew.  "Hid upstairs, drank, and played Genshin Impact. Duh."

"Duh," she mocks with a grin. She pokes my head. "Explains the condom, doesn't it? Well, anyway, I'm off. Thanks for going last night, by the way. Even if you got grounded. You enjoyed it at least a little bit, right?"

"It was...interesting," I nervously laugh.

   "Sorry bubs," she bumps me with her hip and throws the door open. "I'll make it up to you some time, yeah?"

   I force a smile and nod as she leaves. Now, I'm wide awake at 8 PM. Fucking great. I'm still pissed at myself for agreeing. I spend the next few hours playing video games, but I catch my mind drifting elsewhere.

    "See? This isn't so bad is it?" Hazel asked, her arm hooked into mine as she bounced up and down excitedly. I've never seen someone so glad to enter a party, but I guess she was still excited over graduation. I'm sure what she saw were her friends gathered together into one, hot space all waiting for her to join them in their usual nightly shenanigans, but all I saw was animals in the a jungle. On fire.

   "I...want to go home," I said. I already had a headache from the pregaming.

   "Just give it a chance?" Hazel begged. "Just two hours and I'll try and find you, okay? And then after that you can decide if you want to go home."

   I swayed. "Ugh."

   "Just take a few drinks. Liquid courage. It'll make you feel better," she wiggled her eyebrows. "Don't take any drink from anyone, understand?"

   I rolled my eyes. She squealed.

   "Hazel!" A voice yelled from over at the ping pong table where red solo cups were lined into triangles on either side.

   She bumps my shoulder. "Just play video games if you get bored. I'll be just over there, okay?"

   "Okay."

   "Enjoy yourself! Mingle!" She threw her hands up as she disappeared into a crowd of people.

   I sighed and turned, heading straight towards the couch and slumping into the layers, hoping the cushions would turn into a monster and swallow me hole. At least it would have been a more thought-invoking event.

   Thinking I could actually get some sort of peace in this wet forest of creatures, I'm immediately proven wrong by two people conjoined like reproducing phasmids rolling onto my couch, climbing and pawing at each other like they were each other's oxygen. They squeeze and roll straight into my bubble. Grimacing, I try and squeeze out from under them, stumbling out.

   I almost went straight towards the floor before something catches me mid-fall. My vision goes slightly blurry as I rub my forehead. My eyes flicker up, meeting a pair of sea-green ones.

   "Woah, Nico, are you okay?"

   My throat closes off as I wheeze. All I do is gesture towards the couch breathlessly. Percy stretches out his neck to see behind me and cringes, but my eyes are focused on his Adam's apple. I'm practically sweating.

   "Yikes," his eyes blink quickly. "Sorry. Thirsty?"

   My mind replays Hazel's voice in my head. But that voice doesn't account for the guy I've been in love with for years. I let out a nervous laugh, instantly regretting it and containing my composure. "I could drink."

   "What do you want?" Percy tilts his head.

   There goes my cool facade. "Whatever...you have."

   He smirks. "Sure about that?"

   His smile. His smile. His smile. "U-uh, yes...?"

   "I'll get you something a bit lighter," he winks. "I don't think I've ever seen you at a party before."

   I relax my shoulders. "Y-yeah. Okay."

   He smiles again before leaving me nervously standing in the middle of the living room. Is he actually getting me a drink? What could this mean? Is it just drunk chivalry or is it more or...

   "Here you go!" He returns, placing a red solo cup straight into my palm. I fumble with it, but none of the liquid outside of the cup spills out, so I take this as a win. He peels away his index finger from the cup and points behind me. "Hazel drag you here?"

   I turn, following the direction of his finger, to see Hazel absolutely destroying the team with two guys on it as they remove another cup from the table. She sees I'm staring and a wide grin breaks out across her face as she waves happily before returning back to her game. I turn back. "She...did. I'm not much of a party person, I suppose."

   "That's fine," he laughs softly. "We all have our own things, right?"

    "Right," I brushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

    "I think everyone here likes you, if that helps your nerves," he reassured me, hitting my shoulder lightly. I try to pretend that it didn't cause a thousand butterflies to erupt in my stomach. "You are the reason most people here passed their classes. Hell, you've saved me more time than I can count. Thanks for never charging me. I'm gonna miss you when I head to college."

    I chewed on my bottom lip. For a second, I had forgotten he's leaving this school behind. Leaving me behind. Who else am I going to hopelessly stare at during lunch or study hall? "I can still help," I blurt. "You have my number."

   He looked at me, his eyebrows raised in an impressed expression. "You're so fucking cool, man. Seriously."

   Being around him makes my palms sweat. Christ.

   Then, his eyes falls to something behind me. A twinkle passes through his green eyes, and lips tremble slightly, like all of his confidence has slipped out of his body. I think that's probably how I stare at him. How you stare at someone you love. I think, at least, it's love.

   I swallow hard, following his gaze onto a blonde girl with tan skin. She walks in, wearing baggy, cuffed jeans and a grandpa-style vest over a white t-shirt. She scratches her arm nervously, her long hair falling in curls around her.

   I had seen her around briefly in the halls but never thought much of her. She's always been a grade ahead of me.

   I turn back to Percy, who's practically foaming at the mouth.

   "Would you excuse me for a second?"

   No. Don't go. Please. "Of course," I force a smile.

   He feels slightly guilty, I can tell. He leans in and pulls his attention away from her for a mere second and says, "You're a fun guy, okay? Don't be afraid to talk to people."

   And then he's gone. I watch him as he approaches the girl, nervously rubbing his neck as he speaks to her. The blush across her cheeks indicates she likes him. The fidgeting of his hands indicates he likes her back.

   And if anyone were to notice, the blank expression on my face indicated that my heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. I shrink away into the corner, drinking out of the cup, and keeping my eyes on Percy and the girl the entire time. I watch as they both pull closer together and try to force themselves away. They're drawn to each other like magnets.

    I'm begging for something to go wrong. Maybe she says something he doesn't like. Maybe she's a lesbian. Anything to leave a sliver of hope.

   But I'm a boy. Even if something went wrong, who's to say Percy would even like me? What if he's totally straight?

    I hate this fucking party, and I hate it even more when I see him finally make his move. I had been waiting for it all night, the moment his lips would touch hers.

   Pull away, I think. Realize you feel nothing and pull away.

   But her cup slips from her fingertips, and neither of them care, because his arms are wrapped around his waist and her hands on his cheeks. Like a goddamn movie.

    I feel my face go hot as my head begins to throb. I couldn't stand and watch all night. I stormed off, slamming doors open to find two horny teenagers on top of each other, until finally I open a door to a beige bedroom with a boy laying on the bed, his hands on his forehead like he's stressed out. I don't have time to care as the water works begin, tears slipping out uncontrollably. I slammed the door closed and marched to the vanity, watching as my tears took my eyeliner with it.

    "This room is occupied," growls the guy.

    I don't respond to him. My mind is racing. Why do I feel like I was betrayed? Percy and I only talk when he asks me to do his homework for him. He owes me nothing.

    "Hey, did you hear me? Get out!" He sat up.

    I turned angrily, to see that I recognized the frustrated boy—Will Solace. The most irritating guy I've had the pain to go to school with. He seems slightly surprised it's me; I guess the makeup is a new look.

    "Dude, are you okay?" He asked, but his expression and voice are soaked in judgment.

    "I'm just fucking peachy," I sighed. That seemed to shut him up. I turned back to my reflection, and after a while, he finally speaks.

    "Since when do you go to parties?"

I slowly peel my eyes open, only to be blinded by the sun beaming down on me through my window. I shield my face with my hands and wince.  You know those quiet moments of ignorance before complete panic?

    Yeah.

   As I'm in the middle of a yawn, a thought hits me like a ton of bricks.

   The sun doesn't rise until 7:30, and I'm supposed to be at my internship by 8.

   My fucking internship. Frantically, I roll over and check my phone.

   7:52 AM.

"No, no, no!" I ramble, throwing my blanket to my feet and scrambling out of bed. The blanket ties around my feet and sends me plummeting straight to the hardwood floor, making me hit my knees. I try to ignore the exploding pain and scramble out from the blanket, slipping as I make my way to my dresser, throwing out clothes and trying to find anything than could work. I can't believe I forgot to do this yesterday—I always have everything planned out. My sleep schedule's gone to Hell. I'm so fucked.

   I rip off my clothes in an urgency, throwing on a black-fitting shirt and skinny jeans. It shows my arms, my pale, white arms. I don't have any time to reflect on how scrawny I think I look, though, so I calmly make my way towards the bathroom (if calmly meant destroying and hopping over anything in my path so I wouldn't waste any more time only to stumble over things). I brush through my hair with my fingers and decide to skip out on brushing my teeth. I have spearmint in the car. That's all that matters, right?

   I sprint through my house, almost sliding past the front door. I fumble the doorknob before throwing it opening, almost forgetting to close it as I run out to the driveway. Tripping down the pavement, I slide into my car and stick in the keys. I twist it, only for it make a loud purring sound before dying out.

   "Not today!" I plead. My car's an on old one, my dad's car from where I was born. It had stains in the seats, but I love her (her name is Gerda Wegener) regardless. Sometimes, however, she can be a pain. "Please!"

   I start her up a few more hours before she eventually kicks to a start. My mind's twisting as I back out of the driveway and began speeding down the neighborhood. I can't believe I fell asleep, I can't believe I partied, I can't believe I forgot to set my alarms, I can't believe I'm going to be late on my first day, and I can't believe my first kiss was Will Solace and—fuck all of this. I'm never being irresponsible ever again.

   I'm almost 30 minutes late when I make it to the big, gray building. My hands are shaking as I walk into an open lobby with marble tile. All around are young adults, writing on white boards, pulling out their hair, eating, or looking closely at documents. A true workplace of people with original ideas. I was already feeling at home.

   I walk all the way to the front desk, standing in front of a receptionist who's staring at his phone. His hair is brown and he has a nicely trimmed beard. He takes a bite out of his apple, his eyes completely glued onto his phone. I hope that maybe his peripherals will notice me, but he remains absolutely clueless. I hate trying to get people's attention. I never know what to say.

   "Ahem," I scratch the back of my neck.

   He looks up, asking no questions. Instead, he raises an eyebrow.

   "I'm here for the senior internship?" I ask.

   He looks down at his desk, then back at me. He lets out a loud sigh, as if he's so bothered to do his job, and sets the apple down. Slowly, he looks to his computer monitor, clicking like a sloth. I feel my foot began to tap.

    "Hm," he nods, mumbling to himself. "Yeah. Interesting. Okay. You're late."

   I want to facepalm. "Yes. I accidentally slept—"

   "Don't need your life story, kid," he rolls his eyes. "Take this pass. Nico di Angelo?"

   I nod.

   "You have a meeting with his assistant in 10 minutes. Down the hall, first room on the right. You can scan or insert your card depending on the door. The blonde boy is already in there," his monotone voice reads out. "His assistant will take your picture and lay out the rules."

   Blonde boy? The other guy who won the internship? I take the card attached to a lanyard and slide it over my head. Whoever he is, I hope he's smart. I give a smile to the receptionist who rolls his eyes and looks back to his phone. Millennials are so stuck-up sometimes.

   I don't waste any time and began on my way. My nerves are completely fucked, my head's pounding, I'm exhausted.

Scanning the pass, I feel a small sense of relief. At least I'm finally here, right? That's gotta count for something.

   I let the door fall open and to my horror, a blonde boy sat in the waiting room as well. My mouth falls open as his eyes flicker up to mine.

   "'Sup," Will Solace nods.

   And then, everything went black.

[blxetsi]

modern eren jaeger dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

college!eren jaeger x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of p*rnhub

- firstly, this man is CONVINCED it was love at first sight (he ALWAYS tells you this too)

- "babe when i met you i just KNEW you were gonna be mine" "no you didnt" "yes i did- hey dont stop holding me 😣"

- you guys met because you were tutoring him. (he was failing history 😔💔)

- after weeks of shy touches and shared giggles he FINALLY brought his grade up and didnt need you anymore

- that didnt mean he didnt want you tho ;)

- asked you out on a date (and by that i mean to a party smh 🙄)

- and the rest is history 😌✨

- hes the kind of guy that flirts with you even though youre together

- "so uh,, you come here often 😏"

- "eren youre in my apartment 😐"

- he tries to invite you everywhere that he goes with his friends

- like,,, EVERYWHERE

- jean and reiner wanna organize a boys night ? hes pulling out his phone getting ready to text you and saying "oh is it okay if y/n comes ? i didnt get to see them much this week i miss them 🥺" like mf this is for The Boyz 😡😤🥶🥵🔥‼️

- youre weirdly close with sasha, shes just really cool

- eren will call you at the most inconvenient times for the stupidest reasons

- one time he called you while you were doing an INTERVIEW for work and you wanna know what he called you for ? to tell you he bought a bunch of silly string to use on jean.

- bitch im trying to get PAID. rn . trying to make a LIVING. so i dont end up below the POVERTY LINE. tell me about ur silly string after i secure the bag 🙄‼️

- is very touchy. like very touchy.

- but also respects bounderies

- hes NEVER mad when you have something to say about him or your relationship together

- you dont feel comfortable with the pda ?? He Wont do it Again

- you think you two could work on communicating better with each other ?? hes already googling ways to do that

- he cares and cherishes you and the bond you two have created together, hes not gonna try and ruin that

- is a fucking lightweight. dont go with him to parties.

- but if you asked him to hold his drink he will NOT forget about it.

- a couple times he broke the plastic cup he was gripping it so hard 🤩

- is also the type of guy to just protect others ?? like for no reason

- he sees a guy trying to get close to a girl who had made it abundantly clear that she didnt want that ?? hes going over there and playing bf to protect that stranger

- he can thank first year drama class for his superb acting skills 😌✨

- will literally help anyone he sees in a bind

- also his brother is weirdly cool ??

- his parents live far away but his brother only lives like,, 40 minutes away from the university

- hes like an older brother to everyone 🤩

- if you like reading classic literature zeke is your guy to talk to. has so many ideas and opinions on those stories and stuff, and will NOT hesitate to lend you a book of his

- eren has led lights in his room. he ALWAYS has them on the colour red

- he doesnt understand why ppl think hes horny bc of the red lights ?? his eyes just adjust better to the red lights compared to the blue 😔

- he has stretch marks all over his body 🤩 like on his biceps, tummy, back, thighs, etc. etc. doesnt really think about them anymore but he used to be SO self conscious of them in highschool. he saw berty (bertholdt) with his shirt off once during his freshman year and saw how he had stretch marks too, and immediately thought they were cool

- he likes to play with your hair and scratch your scalp, but he likes it when you braid his hair because he thinks it makes him look pretty

- will get you weird things because they remind him of you

- one time he came to pick you up for your date and before you could even KISS HIM hes pushing you away and pulling out a tiny ceramic frog 😐

- "no you dont understand zeke took me to a thrift store today and i found this and it reminded me of you-" "i look like a frog to you ? is that what youre saying ?" "NO ! its just so cute, and youre so cute so i had to get it. do you like it 😊"

- doesnt like most meats, his only exceptions are chicken,

- thats it 😐

- you guys were having a picnic and you made sandwichs (with the sliced turkey meat) and he took one bite out of it, looked you in your face, and spit it back into the baggy without breaking eye contact

- likes just laying in bed with you. has a playlist of songs like arctic monkeys and shit like that, just sitting in the dark with a song on low volume, whispering whatever he wants into your ear is like,, the DEFINITION of love in his book

- also can and will recite lines from shakespeare plays to you ?? will be at the most randomest times. you could be sweeping and he'd just wrap his arms around you before whispering "two households, both alike in dignity. in fair verona where we lay our scene. from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean."

- okay mf this isnt english class 😐‼️ but thank you 😁👍

- will always try and do new tiktok trends and make funny videos so he can "blow up"

- he gets on average like 20 views 🤩

- he likes seeing you and his friends get along, it just makes him so happy that you love mikasa and armin just as much as he does, and hes so thankful that youre all friends

- likes to help you reach whatever you cant, and if youre taller (even by an inch) hes making you grab things for him

- he doesnt have a major yet, and he doesnt really know what he wants to do with his life, but being a hairstylist sounds cool

- whenever youre having a bad day mentally, he'll just give you your space unless you say otherwise

- he doesnt know if its the best idea, but he knows when he gets into a bad headspace he wants to be alone

- if you do say you want him with you, he'll lie right beside you in bed and spoon you, and if you want he'll put on the arctic monkeys playlist and whisper about the project he worked on for his business class

- he doesnt like sharing, BUT will steal your shit all the time 🙄

- "oh hey heres that thing i borrowed from you" "oh my fucking god eren i thought i lost that months ago"

- may not understand everything he learns in class, but he always tries bc this is his education !! his parents saved up a lot of money for him to be able to go to university !! hes gonna try his best to make the most of this

- i feel like he would play baseball at university. he asks that u wear his jersey to every game so "everyone knows that the most beautiful person attending this educational establishment is MINE" like,, k ill wear the jersey 🙄🤚

- has a list of the best websites to use to illegally stream movies, anime etc.

NSFW ! -------

- also hates pornhub. knows about all the controversies and shit about the website and doesnt use it. supports smaller porn companies that respect their workers 😁👍

- his parents love you. Im Serious

- carla asks about you all the time (hey mommy 😏) and his dad wonders about you too even though hes more lowkey about it

- always has to open the door for you or pull out your chair for you. no matter what setting youre in he Has to do it bc hes a gentleman

- bohemian rhapsody is his comfort film

- i think eren thinks that Youre the One for him, and this idea is solidified when you two graduate together 😍

- he takes you back to the library where he first met you, gives you a promise ring and just asks you to move in with him, hes not ready for an engagement and he knows you arent either, but he knows that youre it for him, and he just wants to be with you for as long as youll allow it

GAH this felt all over the place and very mediocre but i hope you enjoyed !!! remember asks are open so feel free to request something 🤩

[joontier]

Subliminal in Scrubs | V1;  report viii

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: humor, romance

warnings: someone will be leaving...temporarily....

word count: 2.3k

g/n: sorry for posting this late sdfasdfa

[taglist]: @nottodayjjk @ditttiii @zeharilisharaban @btsbunny07 @turquoiseandplaidinautumn @aamxxrii @codeinebelle​

Subliminal in Scrubs (the records) |  navi. | m.list

There’s a knock on your door, one you instantly recognize as it’s a catchy beat you exclusively share with one person alone: Ayoung. “Mind if I came over?” she asks from the other side of the door. You roll your eyes, chuckling as you walk to your doorway, “I don’t even know why you even bother asking, honestly!” 

“Unlawful entry happens when a private person enters the property of another without consent from the owner. The same shall be punished by…” 

Ayoung pauses her sentence midway as you open the door. “And does that count when said owner had long given such private person the passcode to her door, Attorney Shin Ayoung?” 

It’s Ayoung who fondly rolls her eyes this time. She raises her hands, fingers turning white as she clutches onto two bags full of food. Your face lights up at the sight.  Whoever said that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach was severely mistaken - that, or he or she hadn’t taken a woman’s true source of wellbeing into consideration.

“What’s on our menu today?” 

“Oh you know our go-to review food. Seori halmeoni’s jjajjangmyeon house special!” Your mouth falls agape, astounded at how she even managed to get those when halmeoni’s special dish always sold out in the middle of the day. 

“Please don’t tell you lined up for hours for these...” 

“What if I told you I didn’t have to?” Ayoung winks while she takes her shoes off.  You grab the food from her hands and start setting the table. “What do you mean you didn’t have to?” She chuckles at your creased forehead, knowing you’re talking about the minimum one-hour waiting time of halmeoni’s stall - and that’s on off-peak hours.

“I think the landlady might’ve mentioned me moving to a new apartment, so when I was coming home from school today, she called me over to her stall and handed me these care packages.” 

“Awh, that’s so sweet of her!” Your chest warms at the thought and the reminder that your lovely neighbor was going to move away. Not to mention Chohee has similar plans too. 

Ayoung lets Netflix pick out a random movie, adjusting the lighting of your room enough for you to eat your dinner while watching. “Right, speaking of, won’t the hospitals be sending out acceptances for your post-graduate internship?” 

Pushing your laptop to Ayoung’s side of the table, you show her the screen of your mail - the same page you have been refreshing for hours now. “Well, let’s just hope for the best then, shall we?” 

Forty-five minutes into Miss Congeniality, a notification from your mail app lights up your phone screen. You see the header display that it’s from Woocheon, and it’s as if your heart drops to the ground, and your fingers are simply glued to the side of your phone, leaving you staring at it until the screen turns black again. 

Ayoung notices your silence and pauses the movie. “You okay?” the sweet girl places a comforting hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently to wake you from your trance. Gulping, you look at her expectantly. “It’s an email from Woocheon.” Her eyes widen along with yours. “Well, aren’t you going to open it?” 

“What if I didn’t make it?” 

“Unnie, you wouldn’t know unless you do.” 

With one eye closed, you turn to your laptop and click on the new mail. “Besides, they’d be a fool if they didn't accept the application of the same woman who topped the exam now, wouldn’t they?”

Just then, Chohee’s caller ID lights up your phone. 

“_____________!!!!!!!!!” Your best friend’s voice rings in your ears, your barely comprehensible name loud and clear with Chohee’s shrieking.

“I’m already positive you got accepted to Woocheon because I had this gut feeling and you know my gut never lied to me - plus I had it confirmed by a fortune teller…” Chohee starts, then takes a breather, “BUT guess what? I also made it to Daegu Medical Center!! GAH _________ I’m literally crying right now!!” 

“I’m so proud of you Chee, I really am,” your voice wavers, and you bite on your lip to keep yourself from pouring out all your feelings. “Don’t go me emotional right now, young woman! I’ve got makeup on, and my parents and I are going out to dinner, and I can’t ruin my cute outfit with tear-stained cheeks now, can I?” 

Typical Chohee. You smile. “Of course, Chee. I know. We’re gonna be actual doctors! You go ahead and enjoy your family time. Young-ie has come over with jjajjangmyeon.” 

“It’s jjajjang-night and none of you even bothered to send me an invite?! So much for our so-called friendship huh!” 

“Well, if you’re willing to drive three hours all the way from Daegu after you have dinner with your parents, you’re free to come. Otherwise, we’ll have to finish halmeoni’s recipe all by ourselves.” 

Chohee sighs from the other end of the line, while Ayoung watches your conversation with your best friend with the fondest of smiles. Chohee doesn’t stay long after that, declaring that she has to go. As soon as you put down your phone, Ayoung asks about your best friend, “If you don’t mind me asking, why did she choose Daegu Medical Center? I thought Woocheon was like the most sought after hospital for internships?” 

“Actually, DMC is being managed by Woocheon too. If I’m not mistaken, it’s also equally as hard to enter Woocheon. Plus her parents work there too, so DMC was the only hospital for her.” Ayoung nods her head in acknowledgment, then presses a button on the remote to continue the movie when an unknown number sends you a text.

Out of all people, you weren’t expecting Soomin to send you a text. You’d been meaning to hear from her so you excitedly send her a text back. 

Just the same as the last time you went here with Chohee, the tiny bell dings when you open the door to the cafe. Soomin instantly hears the sound and waves you over to her table. As you near, she rises from her seat with a big smile on her face. 

“________! Long time no see!” she exclaims, extending a hand outward to offer you the seat across hers. 

“Soomin! It’s been some time, hasn’t it? Would you believe it’s been months since we were reviewing our notes under strobe lights and loud music? Out of all the places to review though!” you laugh, setting your bag down. While Soomin goes through the menu, you take the opportunity to look for Jimin if he was around so you could introduce them to each other too. After all, there’s no harm casually meeting your workmates before meeting them formally as coworkers right? 

“You know, I was really looking forward to this day - especially when you had invited me to this lovely place for brunch…” A smile graces Soomin’s youthful features. “I actually know someone who world here...I’m not exactly sure if he’s working today though…” Once more, you glance over Soomin’s shoulders, hoping you’ll catch a glimpse of Jimin’s golden locks. Ah, yes. Speaking of goldilocks. 

“Wow! Just in time.... He’s actually here today! Jimin!” Your calling his name surprises him, immediately causing him to look for the source of the voice. He’s sporting a wide grin when he recognizes you from the counter, until he sees who you’re with then diverts his attention somewhere and walks away quickly. 

Absolutely taken aback by his reaction, you sit there for a moment with your mouth agape until Soomin clears her throat discreetly. “Um...o-okaayy, that was awfully strange...I’m sorry - he’s not usually like that.” You discreetly hide the disappointment in your voice, wondering if Jimin just literally pretended to not see you when you had even waved him over. 

“Oh really?” 

“Yeah...um...I’ll try to approach him later…” 

“Perhaps he’s uncomfortable meeting strangers?” 

Highly unlikely. Not when Jimin had no problem interacting with the other oath takers that he managed to get the whole group and your families away from the maze they called the convention center. Plus, he’s really good with the customers too who generously fill up the tip box after experiencing Jimin’s exemplary customer service. Jimin’s ability to handle social interactions is out of the question. 

“This Jimin guy,” Soomin starts, pointing a thumb towards the till, “how did you get to know him?” 

You pause for a moment, recalling your memories. “Honestly, I just realized it now, but I actually met him the same night I met you. He was in the same club we were dragged into, and when you convinced me to approach the cute guy at the bar, he actually saved me from a spiked drink - from the dude I was supposed to hit on. The next time I met Jimin was when Chohee and I went here for brunch too and we saw him working here, so I guess that’s how we all came to be friends…” Jimin’s cold-shoulder just moments ago appears in your thoughts. “....I guess...at least that’s what I thought.” 

You figure this apparent ‘friendship’ with Jimin wasn’t exactly as real as you thought it was.

It’s all the more surprising that Soomin seems to be the least interested in your meeting, or, that she already knew who Jimin was. She was simply nodding her head as you talked, occasionally sneaking a few glances at Jimin while he was serving orders to the other customers. 

You start patching things up, trying to put two and two together to see if it would all make sense. No way. Could it be? That these two had history? 

Just then, Soomin stands to excuse herself and heads over to the toilet. The moment she disappears from your sight, you hastily call Jimin over. “Are you okay? Was there a reason why you couldn’t come over earlier? I wanted to introduce two of my friends to each other, but one doesn’t seem to be so willing....” You cross your arms over your chest, murmuring your hurt feelings loud enough for Jimin to hear. 

“I’m sorry, ________. But your ‘friend’....she’s not really just someone uh…” 

“Was she your ex-girlfriend then?” Pursing your lips, you egg him to go on with a raise of your eyebrow. Jimin’s eyes widen and he shakes his head back and forth. “No! No...it’s not like that...she’s actually my boss.” 

His hesitant explanation doesn’t convince you one bit. Surely, there’s all the more reason for him not to blatantly ignore you when his boss was seated right in front of you the whole time, wasn’t it? 

Jimin sighs as he watches your reaction, knowing his clarification didn’t suffice. “Well she isn’t my boss, per se, but she is the daughter of the woman who owns this cafe. Wait, they own the whole building, really.” 

Oh. 

“And uh…” Jimin gulps. Hard. “....the other day…” He looks around warily. “...I might have spilled coffee all over her dress...which was white…” 

Oh. 

Shit. 

“Why didn’t you just quit? It would have been easier.” 

“I couldn’t. Not when Woocheon’s results weren’t out yet. I need my allowances too!” 

Just as if on a terrible cue, out of nowhere, Soomin appears beside Jimin. You weren’t about to abort from your original mission though. “Hah! Perfect timing! Um, Soomin, this is Jim…” Before you even finish your sentence, Jimin bows quickly, apologizes, then turns on his heel, declaring that he still had to get back to the kitchen to do stuff. 

Soomin remains silent, getting back to her seat quietly. You suddenly feel bad for her, seeing how Jimin makes every attempt to ignore her, and gets away with it every time. 

Unfortunately and unlike Chohee, you are unable to get out of an awkward situation in a snap of a finger, so you apologize in Jimin’s stead first. “I’m so sorry, uh, he can be really shy at first…” Hopefully that wasn’t a complete lie?

Much to your surprise, Soomin waves it off with a smile. “It’s no worry, really. He’s probably still bothered with him spilling coffee all over my dress but I assured him a couple of times that it wasn’t that big of a deal. And that I always have extra clothes stashed in my car.” 

Soomin shrugs as she takes a sip of her lemonade. “I told Jimin it was nothing afterwards, but he wouldn’t stop apologizing...and now he won’t look at me too.” You’re at a total loss, amazed at how she calmly and easily handled that situation like a true boss. 

“Besides, dwelling on such a small thing won’t be worth it. Not when we’ll be spending an entire year together…” 

You go over her statement again, partly confused. An entire year together? She meant the internship, probably? And above all that - she knew about Jimin too, even when the boy won’t even let himself get five meters close to Soomin?” 

“Ah yes, I’m sure Jimin has told you about Woocheon as well right?” 

Well, you were aware of that, but you weren’t so sure about how she knew about yours and Jimin’s applications. “Yeah...um, but….I’m sorry, was there a list online that mentioned all the chosen applicants for the internship program?” 

“Oh right - I sort of know some people from Woocheon who have told me about those who got accepted...It still feels like it was just yesterday when I was registering my classes for med school and now we're finally here!” 

The two of you toast the future, clinking your glasses of lemonade together. Nothing could get better than having your friends become your workmates too. Surely, it’s a sad fact that Chohee won’t be going to the same hospital as you would, but you’re beyond elated that she got into DMC where she’d always wanted to work at. 

At least you’ve got Jimin and Soomin by your side now, and hopefully, new friends you’ll meet along the way.

© joontier 2021

[memeadonna]

The Kingdom of Roses

You are the princess of Rusika, a kingdom neighbouring Novoselic. When one of your government’s high ranking officials is taken as a political prisoner, your kingdom retaliates by taking some of your own -- and they just might be more than you bargained for. 

Hello Everybody! My name is Jess and I’ve been a longtime fan of Danganronpa, from around 2012 or 2013 when I first played the games. I wanted to try my hand at writing a reader insert for one of my favourite characters (and my first ever husbando), one Kazuichi Souda. This beautiful art really inspired me (I scoured high and low for an artist credit, but I couldn’t find one. If you know who drew it please let me know and I will give them the appropriate credit), and I wrote an x reader. I hope you all enjoy!  Warnings: This work contains NSFW not suitable for readers under 18. Please do not interact with this post if you are under 18. 

Monarchies were a dying form of government. Most countries had established parliaments by now, but the Kingdom of Rusika, where you were born, and a few neighbouring kingdoms held onto their royal families until the very end. Novoselic was one such kingdom, one that until a few days ago had been your ally. Your father – beloved king of Rusika – had sent one of his most trusted advisors to negotiate a trade deal with the Nevermind family, rulers of Novoselic.

That advisor had been captured and held at ransom for some unknown reason. The Novoselic Kingdom really had no idea what they were doing, did they?

Sonia Nevermind was someone you had grown up with. The two of you had never been friends, per se, but you understood one another. You were Princesses tasked with leading your kingdoms towards prosperity. Your countries were similar enough – they had once been one, but after a civil war in 926, the country had been divided in half. While Novoselic’s exports consisted of luxury goods – wine, chocolate, and cheese – Rusika’s were more practical. Your main exports were related to geothermal energy and associated technologies, or mining precious gems. Your country – the kingdom of roses – was building the future. Hers was stuck in the past, weighed down by stupid traditions.

Your father trusted you more than Sonia’s father trusted her, and so you had grown up with more responsibilities. You had learned early on the burdens of leadership, and eventually began to find her boring. You made sure she never caught on, always giving her your full attention whenever she rambled about her silly life and silly problems.

Both of your countries had hit economic booms, so what need was there to worry? Gah, her philosophy was so stupid.

Today you woke up to find that your father had arranged the kidnapping of two of Sonia’s closest friends. She had just graduated from the prestigious Hope’s Peak Academy, and had apparently invited her entire class to Novoselic to spend their last vacation celebrating.

It was strange of him to make such a decision without consulting you first. You were supposed to be queen of Rusika one day, and he always made sure you had a say in decisions. Today you were instructed to dress the part of a princess and come greet your guests. You were to show them hospitality and make them feel welcome. You might have kidnapped them, but you weren’t monsters. They would literally receive the royal treatment, and you were to be put in charge of them.

As your handmaidens helped you dress (corseting you, doing your hair and makeup, and fixing your jewelry could be a six-person job), you went over what you wanted to say to your prisoners. How the hell were you supposed to make them feel welcome?

You had never seen a person with two different coloured eyes before. You had also never seen a person with pink hair. Based on the way they looked at you, dripping in jewels and looking your part, you doubted they had seen Sonia in all of her glory yet. You smiled as you introduced yourself, trying your hardest not to look like you were studying them. You explained the situation to them, told them they were valuable political prisoners and would not be harmed or imprisoned as long as they behaved, and did not try to leave.

The man with two different coloured eyes called you a fiend, as well as many other dark names as he promised his Princess would come for him. The man with pink hair affirmed “Miss. Sonia will rescue me!” and shook his fist at you, trying his best not to look starstruck.

Eventually, you got their names out of them.

“How long will we be here?” Gundham asked you over dinner that night. “I wish to return home as soon as possible. I have responsibilities.”

Realistically, you knew it wouldn’t be a quick endeavour. You and Sonia had spent three months as prisoners in a neighbouring kingdom as Rusika and Novoselic had laid siege to the capitol. That was when you had learned she was boring. She kept to herself in her room, and almost seemed upset with you whenever you would negotiate with your captors, or walked the palace grounds like a free woman.

“As long as it takes” you answered coolly, glad that Japanese was one of the languages your family had forced you to learn. Members of the royal family having to speak thiry languages was one tradition that Rusika had kept from its time joined with Novoselic. It came in handy when negotiating with foreigners. “I cannot provide a clearer answer than that.”

“Don’t worry, Gundham,” Souda spoke up. “Sonia will come for us!”

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Gundham spent most of his time observing the animals on your palace grounds. Your late mother had loved peacocks, so your father had taken up breeding them. She had loved many different animals when she had been alive, so the grounds weren’t exactly wanting. He enjoyed speaking with the vain birds, whistling and cooing until they would fan their elegant tails. His hamsters seemed to enjoy their accommodations too, with more seeds than they could have ever hoped to have eaten.

Souda, however, wanted to remain as unaffected as possible. He did his best to refuse any luxuries you offered him. It was only after you found out he had taken apart every electronic device in his room did you ask Gundham. The Ultimate Breeder had warmed up to you quickly, especially since you were the reason his hamsters were so well taken care of.

After Gundham cryptically told you about Souda, you gifted the Mechanic with a set of tools and new appliances to play with. Boredom could be so cruel, and the last thing you wanted was undue suffering.

Seeing him slip shyly into your study made your gift worth it. He was so awkward as he stumbled out a thanks, looking everywhere except your face. He was blushing and fiddling with a screwdriver as he spoke. “I still don’t trust you. You’re Miss. Sonia’s enemy,” he pointed his finger at you. “And any enemy of Miss. Sonia is an enemy of mine.”

“Would you like a workshop?” you asked him calmly. “I’m sure your room is a bit cluttered with all of those appliances. I just want to make your stay comfortable, I bear no ill will towards you, Mr. Souda.”

His cheeks flamed up and he stammered out a non-answer, shuffling out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

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Souda and Gundham had been with you a little over two weeks when the former finally cracked. He once more barged into your study, and looked you up and down. “I want somewhere to work,” he declared. He placed a crumpled piece of paper on your desk. “Here’s the list of everything I need.”

You saved the speech you were writing and logged off of your computer. “Come with me, Mr. Souda,” you stood gracefully, glad you no longer had to wear your ballgowns around him. It had always made you feel overdressed and obnoxious, especially considering he preferred to wear his jumpsuit rather than the clothes your country had provided him with. It had taken a lot to even convince him to let the servants wash the suit, let alone wear another while he waited.

In the end, you had commissioned seven identical jumpsuits for him, to match the one he already wore. At least he no longer reeked.

You paused at the door to the workshop you had set up for him. There was a guard stationed outside, but a nod from you dismissed him. Kazuichi’s eyes lit up as he observed all of the new-age tech he had to play with. He stammered out a bright-eyed thanks, and you gave him your brightest smile. You had done lots of research into what he would enjoy; he was your guest, not your prisoner. Right?

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After a month, Novoselic struck up a deal with Rusika. A hostage for hostage trade: Gundham Tanaka for your father’s cherished advisor. Kazuichi had not been mentioned in the negotiations at all, something that did not sit right with you.

He tried to pretend that he wasn’t upset he had been forgotten, but it was obvious to anybody with half of a brain he was torn up. You made efforts to spend more time with him. You had him accompany you on walks around the castle’s garden, and even took him out of the palace for a few walks around town for a change of scenery. Nothing you said lifted his spirits. He barely even looked at you now.

You watched him tinkering with his toys, but even that seemed to have lost its shine for him. He looked so sad, so bored that it made you anxious.

“May I ask you something?” you questioned on one such walk. The two of you had been caught in the rain and had sought shelter underneath a quaint gazebo. He looked back at you with a curt nod. “How is your hair pink?”

He blinked at you for a moment before he burst out laughing. It was the first time since he had come to Rusika that he had laughed, and it made your cheeks flame up as he smiled at you.

“I dye it,” he told you after he calmed down. “I first bleach my hair to take the colour out, and then I use a dye to turn it pink.”

“Colour?” You blinked up at him. “What colour is your hair supposed to be?”

Instead of answering, he removed his beanie to reveal about an inch of jet-black hair growing in at his roots. Your eyes widened in wonder. “So, it must be bleached again on the new hair?” you asked.

“Yes,” he smiled at you dopily. “It has to be done every few months or the hair will grow in its natural colour.”

“Does it feel different?” you asked. “The pink and the black?” Instead of replying, he took your hand and placed it onto his hair. Your blush only deepened as you felt how soft it was, and noticed his cheeks were bright red too as you pulled away. “Do you wish to turn your hair pink again? I will send for my stylist.”

He smiled at you, soft but genuine. “I’d really like that. Then I’ll feel a bit more like me,”

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“What are you doing?” Souda peeked over your shoulder. You smiled tiredly up at him and you stretched as subtly as you could. You had been taking daily walks with him for several weeks now, and he would always drop by every few hours to see how you were doing, or to show off his latest invention.

“I’m looking at the schematics for a new geothermal energy plant,” you answered. “I’m trying to sort out how we can make our energy extraction more efficient.”

Kazuichi looked over the blueprints on your laptop screen. “I’d have to do the calculations, but if you merged these two pipes here-” he pointed. “-you would cut down significantly on the energy wasted.”

“Pull up a chair,” you told him. “Let’s take a look together, shall we?”

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Kazuichi had been in your care for three months now, and he hardly acted like a prisoner. He called you “Miss” (probably because you called him Mr. Souda), and tended to barge in on you whenever he wanted. He had repaired the castle’s heating system, boosted your internet connection, and even helped you overhaul the design of your new energy plants. These plants would be 46% more efficient than the last schematic, something that amazed you. You told him repeatedly how marvellous he was, if only to see his face light up.

Lately, he had started wearing the jumpsuits your family had initially provided him with – similar to his old one but stamped with your country’s crest on the back – and had been a bit more… touchy than before. He would put a hand on the small of your back while you walked, or gently brush a lock of hair from your face as the two of you had tea.

You were not experienced in the slightest with intimacy or wanting to be in a relationship – you were certain you would learn that after you became queen – but now he was all you could think about. You knew the basics, knew what to expect from a man, but your heart was uncharted territory. You had never loved someone before, and some deep-seated fear in your heart was worried he would think you were taking advantage of him.

“I was in love with her, you know,” he told you one day while you were out for a walk. The two of you were once more caught in the rain and taking shelter in the same gazebo. “I loved Sonia.” Sonia. Not Miss. Sonia.

“Did it hurt?” you asked back, and immediately felt stupid for asking. It was none of your business, why did you want to know?

“I guess?” he shrugged. “I don’t – she never treated me like I mattered. She made me feel like I was nothing. Just a pest. Like I was disposable.”

“Sonia is a fool,” you told him. You meant it, of course you did, but at that moment you just wanted him to smile. “Your contributions will certainly leave their marks on this world. You are a remarkable person with a remarkable talent. Anybody who would overlook you is an utter fool.”

Kazuichi reached into his pocket and pulled out a small speaker. He set it on the railing, and it began to play a soft, slow song. “Will you dance with me?” he asked shyly.

“Of course,” you smiled at him, holding out your hand for him to take.

His steps were sloppy and uncoordinated, but the feeling of his warm body in your arms made you feel safe. You wanted him to love you. Love you the way he loved Sonia, and then even more. A legendary love that would eclipse all others.

When he leaned down to kiss you, you automatically tilted you head to the side. It felt like the first time and the thousandth time all at once – something new and exciting, yet undeniably right. He grinned at you like an idiot and kept swaying with you while the song ended.

“It all feels perfect with I’m with you,” he told you. “Like it all makes sense.”

“I understand,” you smiled up at him. “I feel the same way too.”

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He barely left your side now. He would let you work, of course, but wanted to spend his every waking hour with you. He held your hand on your walks, kissed your knuckles like a gentleman whenever he greeted you, and kissed you passionately when you were alone with him. You loved watching him light up at your presence – it was like his world began and ended with you.

His greatest joy was when he got to work with you. To see you listening carefully to his advice, offering insights of your own based on your knowledge. You worked to improve both your geothermal energy plants and plan for new mines. The number of precious stones mined this year was astronomical, and it wasn’t over yet.

Your father was impressed with the improvements he had made to the schematics he had been provided with, so he was gradually given more and more responsibility (along with his freedom, of course). Eventually, he began to receive an “allowance” as payment for the work he was doing. He spent most of it on new gadgets to tinker with or gifts for you. You would often retire to your room to find a vase full of flowers or a box of chocolates, and every time you saw them you would break out into a grin you could not stop.  

The two of you would text one another (he made himself a cellphone because he was “bored and wanted to try it”) until you fell asleep, and within those words he bared his soul. He told you about his horrific home life – about the man who had dared to harm him – and about the friends who had betrayed him. He told you how much you mattered to him, all of the things he would do for you. Give up for you.

When he told you about his father hitting him one too many times, you left your room and went to his. You just needed to hold him, make him feel safe the same way he made you feel safe.

You were glad you went when you did, because there was a woman dressed in black trying to drag him out of the window. You raised the security alarm, and she was apprehended. Mukuro Ikusaba – the Ultimate Soldier – was thrown into your actual prison, and you once more had trouble with Novoselic.

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You answered the door with bleary eyes, but seeing Souda’s tired smile as he mumbled about not sleeping was worth it. You used your new nickname for him – the word in your mother tongue that meant little pink rose – and he melted into your arms. You didn’t care that you were wearing your nightgown, or that it was early in the morning, you had your prince charming and he was safe, and he was yours. Yours.

“I had a nightmare,” he was curled up among your pillows, snuggled up under your blankets. “You forgot about me like she did.”

“I’m not her,” you reminded him, pressing a kiss to his forehead before resting your own against it. You could feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips, and as you let your eyes slip shut your hands found his. “I will never think of you as less than extraordinary, my darling.” You promised.

He kissed your cheek, slowly painting his way over your cheekbones and down to your lips. You responded wonderfully, one hand cupping his cheek as you kissed him slowly. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you with pure adoration. He wasn’t wearing his contacts, and his eyes were a light, rosy brown colour. Stunning.

“I love you,” the words slipped out of your mouth unbidden. You were speaking in your mother tongue now, but based on the smile he gave you and the whisper of “Ai shiteru” you got in return, he had understood. More than understood.

Your lips met his again, a strange kind of hunger filling you. He must have felt the change too, the atmosphere crackling with energy as you traced your fingers over his body. As he traced his fingers over yours.

You both stripped completely and held one another, clumsy and laughing and so in love. “Tell me if it hurts,” he had whispered to you as he stretched you open with his fingers. You had kissed him in response, a smiling sort of kiss that you hope conveyed more than a simple “I love you”.

Your lovemaking didn’t last long, but it didn’t have to to be perfect. It felt like it was right out of a fairy tale, and your prince charming was here to save you from everything bad in the world. You were here to save him, in reality, but you were more than happy to indulge him in his fantasies, so long as you could play a part in them.

When you were done, he wrapped you in his arms and placed a kiss to your temple. He hummed softly and played with your hair, whispering his love over and over again. You smiled up at him, tired but satisfied, and when you fell asleep your smile did not falter.

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Since that night you had shared, Kazuichi had been coming to your bed every night. You would fall asleep together and wake up together and talk until you couldn’t anymore. When you weren’t talking, you were either cuddling or doing something less… innocent. Your mouth had mapped out every inch of his body, and you knew what to do to make him open like a flower. He liked letting you do what you wanted to him – liked giving over the power and control and letting you make him feel good.

He loved it when you spoke to him in your mother tongue – no matter what you said he would squirm and turn bright red.

“Do you like it when I play with your pretty cock?” you asked him lowly, and he let out a sweet moan as his legs fell open. He could tell from the sound of your voice if you were being sweet to him or not, and you could tell based on the noises he made if he wanted you to be sweet or not.

You wondered what fantasies swept him away as you mounted him. When you pinned his wrists and mouthed at his neck, you wondered why he was mewling so much. Did he even know what he was begging you for anymore, or did his mind just go blank every time you began to kiss his scars?

You learned every embarrassing detail about his body, and he learned every detail of yours. He loved to have you on him – worshipping him, taking pleasure from his body – but what he loved most were the quiet moments after.

The moments when you would roll off of him and kiss him slowly and tell him how good he was. When you would worship every scar again, tell him he was beautiful. When he’d lay his head in your lap so you could weave your fingers into his hair and hum him lullabies. He always fell asleep in your bed after you made love. It was one of the most perfect moments you ever shared, and you felt so, so lucky to have shared so many of them.

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Today you woke up alone. Novoselic had finally sent an envoy to negotiate Kazuichi’s release. Today was the day.

Last night, he had helped you pick out your gown. He had chosen a white one with ruffles designed to look like flowers – Rusika was the kingdom of roses, after all – and as your handmaidens helped you get ready, you felt powerful.

You went all out – you wore your crown jewels and covered yourself in diamonds. You did not want there to be any doubt that they were dealing with a princess and would negotiate on her terms. Your father had been surprised when you had asked for this responsibility but granted you the negotiation opportunity.

Mukuro Ikusaba was wearing several chains, including a rather nasty-looking pair of handcuffs. She was positioned in a chair facing towards your throne, and she glared at you as you took your seat.

Kazuichi arrived only a few minutes after you, and his jaw just about hit the floor as he took you in. You gave him a smile befitting a queen as your eyes roamed his body – he was wearing a finely tailored suit and a ring with your family’s crest on it. You realized then you wanted to cover him in jewels. He would look so good sparkling.

He bowed deeply before taking his place at your side, breaking you from your train of thought. It was an old Novoselic tradition for the ruler’s consort to kneel on a special stool while the monarch conducted business, but while Kazuichi did kneel on the plush cushion, he tugged it towards you so he could lie across your lap. The action startled you at first, but as he snuggled deeper into your skirts and looked up at you with a smile, your fingers came up to weave into his hair in the way he found comforting, and he closed his eyes.

That lasted for a blissful minute before the throne room’s doors burst open and Princess Sonia Nevermind was announced. Her entourage filed in with her, and Souda tilted his head to get a better view of them. You recognized Gundham, and vaguely recalled hearing about a few of the others from Kazuichi. Classmates, if you remembered correctly.

Sonia had brought the Yakuza boy and the Ultimate Swordswoman as backup. She had also brought a hulking man with matching scars over both of his eyes. This man was someone you had never heard of, yet he was flanked by the usual Novoselic military honour guard. You greeted her in your shared tongue before switching to Japanese. “Welcome. What brings you all to Rusika?” you asked.

The princess of Novoselic cleared her throat and began once more in your mother tongue. “Apologies for interrupting, Princess Nevermind, but not everybody here speaks our language. I would like to include our guests in the matters we will be discussing,” Souda shifted in your lap, and you continued playing with his hair, sitting with the elegance of a queen.

Sonia began again, in Japanese this time. “I demand you release your prisoners at once,” she pointed at you. “Keeping a soldier hired by my country to retrieve a prisoner does not reflect well on the alliance between our peoples. I would hate for a war to break out.”

You sighed. “As a show of good faith, I will release the prisoner Mukuro Ikusaba to you,” you made a gesture and a pair of guards removed her shackles. You could feel Souda playing with your ruffles. “Was that all?”

“We are here for the prisoner Kazuichi Souda,” she answered. “I demand you release him.”

“Kazuichi is not a prisoner,” you corrected. “He has full autonomy and can choose to leave anytime he would like.”

“You kidnapped him as a political prisoner!” Sonia snapped, eyes locked on him. “Do not tell me that he is doing… that of his own free will!”

You gave his shoulder a pat with the hand that had been in his hair and he blinked over at Sonia. “I have done nothing malicious towards him,” you answered. “I have not-”

“Liar!” Sonia cut in. “You must have brainwashed him with Stockholm. You truly are a woman with flexible legs!”

Kazuichi raised his head a bit. “Don’t talk to my Princess like that!” there was a certain bite to his words. You ran your fingers soothingly through his hair as he glared at Sonia. “Gundham knows as well as I do that we were never mistreated here. We were given free reign, and I just so happened to be appreciated. I’m not a second choice here. I’m not forgotten.”

Sonia looked visibly upset at his words. “We did not forget you!” she assured him.

“You rescued Gundham after a month? A few weeks?” Kazuichi was bristling. “I’ve been here for eight. Eight months and you didn’t even bother to see if I was okay.” Sonia watched Kazuichi lie back down. “Excuse me for being happy. I forgot you don’t like it when I’m too overbearing with my affection.” He shifted around for comfort, burying his face in the crook of his elbow before tilting it out to the crowd.

“Is he truly able to leave anytime he wants?” Gundham asked.

“I am,” Kazuichi bristled once again. “I’ve got a job and everything.”

Sonia said your name. No title, just your name. “I would like to speak with you in private, future monarch to future monarch,” she was clenching her hands into fists.

“I’ll allow it,” you gave Kazuichi a gentle pat on the shoulder and he reluctantly pulled away. You stood, and he stood with you. He followed you down from your throne, and as you escorted Sonia towards your study you noticed Kazuichi was making a beeline for Gundham.

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When you were alone again, the first thing Kazuichi did was help you out of your dress. He was careful as he unlaced your corset, and as he helped you step out of it. He even hung it up properly so it wouldn’t get damaged. Then he was kissing you like he was about to lose you, pulling your body close and pulling you into his arms. He carried you over to the bed and tossed you into it, discarding his own clothes haphazardly as he followed.

“I love you,” he told you assuredly. “And nothing is ever going to change that. Not a single thing they say will convince me otherwise.”

You smiled at his words. “And I love you too, my little pink rose,” you gave him a deep, longing kiss.

It didn’t matter what the others thought or said. It didn’t matter what they did. All that mattered was what you and Souda thought. Souda was here with you. Souda loved you.

And no matter who decided to challenge that, they couldn’t take him away from you.

[rosemarypasta]

monday afternoons ♡ 10 (end)

➤  pairing : oikawa tooru x female reader (karasuno manager)

➤  chapter warnings : slowburn (?). teensy tiny manga spoiler that you probably won’t even notice

➤  summary : You just recently joined the Karasuno boy’s volleyball team as their first year manager. As you grow closer to your teammates, you also unexpectedly grow closer to one of their biggest rivals, Oikawa Tooru

➤ chapter word count: 1708

♡ masterpost ♡

-ˏˋ chapter tenˊˎ-

FRIDAY

5:48 PM

“All right everyone! Let’s start cleaning up!” Daichi announced after Coach Ukai finished wrapping up the day’s training session. You got up from the floor and did as you were told, grabbing the first crate of water bottles so you can clean them in the tap outside of the gym.

“Today is more peaceful than usual huh, Y/N-san?” Yamaguchi smiled, bending down to pick up the second crate of bottles, “Of course Noya-san and Tanaka-san was loud as ever but Hinata and Kageyama’s noisiness is just on a whole ‘nother level right?” He chuckled at his absent teammates. “Yeah.” You smiled back as you thought of the two first years who got held back by their teacher because they flopped in their test big time. Both you and Yamaguchi would kill to see the duo’s faces when Ono sensei told them that they would have to skip club activities and retake the test.

“But since Kageyama got held back, that would mean you would be going home alone again! Will you be okay? I’m sure Tsukki wouldn’t mind if you walked home with us!” He furrowed his brows, looking at you with concern. “I’ll be fine! Nothing happened yesterday anyway.” You lied through your teeth, recalling your memories of the third year Seijoh student waiting for you in front of the school gates. Though, you weren’t in any imminent danger so you comforted yourself with that thought as you lied to your friend.

The clean up session went by smoothly as usual and you said your goodbyes to your teammates to welcome the weekend. Yamaguchi was still concerned over you as you waved at him but thankfully Tsukishima dragged him off before he could ask you to walk home with him again.

The walk home was relaxingly quiet, only filled with the sound of your own footsteps and muffled car sounds from a distant street. You’ve been distracted the whole day as your brain kept replaying your encounter with Iwaizumi. And as if the world hasn't given you enough of your daily dose of Seijoh students, they decided to throw in another one different from last time.

Your feet stopped moving as the image of a brunette boy standing with his face down in front of your house. You couldn’t see his face and his hair was slightly different from usual but you knew who he was.

“What the fuck.” was all you managed to say as you stand steps away from the uninvited moping boy. As soon as the words left your mouth, the boy whipped his head up towards you, showing his dark circles even from afar.

“Y/N! I-” He started, about to run towards you but stopped last second as he saw your bewildered expressions on your face. You hated how seeing his hurt expression made you subconsciously feel bad for him. You weren’t supposed to feel any pity for him whatsoever but staying angry felt like the hardest thing to do in the moment.

Oikawa looked up towards you once again, his eyes slightly red, hesitating before speaking again. “Please let me explain. I know I’m supposed to do this ages ago but p-please.” His voice breaking towards the end.

You bit your lip as you let him continue.

“I was an idiot. I know I was. I took out my childish and petty anger towards Kageyama onto you because I’m such a selfish asshole.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t know how much you know but considering how you ghosted me, I guess you know the main idea. Yes, I did want to mess with you and pretend to be interested in you.”

Your breath hitched as all the thoughts in your mind were true. He had always been faking it and never found you remotely attractive. He only saw you as a toy to play with. You didn’t know who to be more mad at. Him or you for getting ahead of yourself and thinking you even had a chance with Oikawa.

“And I never meant to fall in love with you,” His voice was soft but was still plenty loud enough for you to hear.

“But I did.”

You cocked your head forward in shock. You stared at the boy in front of you without blinking, “I-I’m sorry, what?”

“I love you, Y/N.” His voice broke again. “I know what I’m saying is so unfair and so ridiculously insensitive but I’m telling the truth. I do love you.”

He took a deep breath as he fiddled with his fingers. His breath was shaky and his shoulders sagged low. “I only meant to go out with you a couple of times but time flies by so fast and I unconsciously kept asking you out because I wanted to see you so much. Being with you was so unexpectedly fun and you were just amazing to spend time with. I loved being with  you so much that every Monday afternoon I would sprint my way to the station so I could see you quicker. I would fall on my way sometimes but I didn’t care. I just wanted to see you.”

You were speechless. All you could do was stare at him with your mouth hanging wide open. You were feeling an array of emotions ranging from confusion and glee.

“So please, Y/N.” He cried out softly as he started to slowly walk over to you, “let me make it up to you.”

“Give me a chance to make it up to you.” He grasped your idle hands and brought it up to his face where you felt his hot cheeks and tears against your bare hands.

MONDAY 3:10 PM

“Eh? Brazil? That’s so far away!” Yamaguchi stared at the red haired boy with bewildered eyes.

“Yep! I guess I won’t be attending get-togethers in the future.” Hinata smiled.

Two and a half years have passed. The third years and second years have long graduated and left the club in the first year’s hands. You’ve gone through all highs and lows of high school with the other four boys.

Two and a half years ago, you wouldn’t think you could fall in love with a sport you can’t even play. No matter how hard the boys tried their best at coaching you, you still can’t manage to spike a ball without somehow hitting it out of bounds.

“You sure you don’t want to come with us instead and get ramen, Y/N?” Hinata pouted as the five of you were inching towards the school gates.

“I’m sorry guys, but I really have to pass.” You sighed though a soft smile was evident on your face. “And Hinata, don’t get too attached to me, a certain someone will get jealous.”

“Nah he wouldn’t get jealous, that’s ridicu-”

“I would tho.”

The four of you stopped in your tracks to turn towards the setter who evidently looked confused. “Wow, never thought the king would be the jealous type,” Tsukishima scoffed, “gross.”

“What! How could you get jealous over that! I’ve watched you walk Y/N home for three years now and I’ve never said anything!” The red head bickered, punching the setter playfully on the stomach.

“T-That’s because I’m a man!”

“Damn, Kageyama, did Nishinoya-san teach you that?” Yamaguchi laughed at the odd character the raven haired setter had adopted last second.

“Sorry guys, I gotta run.” You loved spending time with your teammates especially how they get to be their rowdy selves since they finally got away from their juniors after retiring from the club but you forced yourself to pull away just for the day as you caught a glimpse of the familiar man waving at you from outside of school grounds.

“Hmph, fine.” Hinata pouted, crossing his arms dramatically.

“Later.”

“See you tomorrow Y/N!”

“Bye.”

You waved back to all of them before turning at your heel to run towards the man up front. “I’m sorry, Hinata forgot his wallet so we had to wait for him.” You explained out of breath.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Oikawa hummed as he patted your head. “Should we go?” He smiled at you, opening the passenger seat of his door to which you smiled back and nodded at.

The rest of the boys watched as the car they were so used to seeing picking you up grew smaller and smaller in the horizon. Yamaguchi’s eyes wandered over to his blonde friend who looked more fixated at the car than the other two were.

“Tsukki? You okay?” The retired captain said softly over the background of the bickering middle blocker and setter.

“I’m fine.” Tsukishima sighed, a forced smile crept up his face.

6:49 PM

“Hey.” You called out.

“Hm?” Oikawa’s muffled voice replied.

“Remember how we first met?” You said absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. OIkawa’s head finally left the crook of your neck and his brilliant brown eyes met yours.

“I wish I could. I was such an idiot.” He muttered before diving under the covers of his bed. You sighed in satisfaction. You loved bringing that topic up because you knew how much he hated it and how he acts all flustered about it. It was truly one of the rare ways to see the different and vulnerable side of Oikawa you rarely get to see.

“But you’re my idiot.” You hummed, diving under the covers as well before showering his head with kisses.

“You’re cruel.” He pouted. Though it was dark under the covers, his perfectly soft lips still glistened. You leaned in to give him a soft peck, “But you love me”

Oikawa’s fingers traced your jawline before cupping your cheeks, bringing them closer towards him before giving you a long sweet kiss. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy as soon as your lips got in contact with his again. No matter how many times you’ve done it before, the butterflies never seem to disappear.

“I love you, Y/N.” He messily slurred out as he pulled out from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

“I love you too, Tooru.” You giggled before going in for another kiss on another fine Monday afternoon.

previous:  -ˏˋ chapter nine ˊˎ-

A/N:

Gah! It’s finally done! My first ever Haikyuu fic is completed :’)

I started to write the plot three months ago and I never knew it would get any attention what so ever lmao. And honestly, I don’t know how my first fic would be a reader x oikawa one cause I truly hated Oikawa’s guts three months ago but I guess that hatred translated a bit to the plot. (I don’t hate him anymore uwu he’s baybe to me now)

I even impulsively added a lil kagehina for some spice HAHAHA and um someone get a love interest for Tsukki ASAP!!!

But thank you so much for reading this! I never thought I would get so much support on this and I plan on making even more fics!

I’m sorry if there was more drama and minimal fluff with Oikawa :’) And sorry if you thought the ending was rushed but I tried my best and I’ll try even harder next time!

Though I plan on making more x reader content, I’ll probably release more ship ff (mainly tsukkiyama, kuroken & bokuaka maybe?) Since that’s what im more good at.

Thank you everyone and I hope to see you in my next project!

(also i haven’t proof read this cuz i’m sleep deprived rn and i have school tomorrow so forgive me for any mistakes)

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[lovemesomesurveys]

Who let the dogs out? Guess we’ll never know. What do you shine at? Nothing. Do you have anyone over in Iraq? No. Who? -- How long have they've been there? --

Favorite kind of dance? I don’t have one. Favorite wild animal? Giraffes. Do you like huskies? Yes. Gah, so gorgeous. What do you smell like? I don’t know. Do you take your dog for walks? I don’t, but my brother or dad does. Would you come to my graduation if I invited you? No, sorry. I don’t even know you. What webpage is yours? (yahoo,msn ect.) My homepage? Google. Did you draw all over your books when you were a kid? Nooo. I was always good about caring for my books. Did you write on walls too? No. Favorite thing to ask someone? I don’t have a favorite thing to ask someone. Is your heart made of gold? No. Is your heart made of candy? No. Do you have msn? Nope. Never have. Do you have yahoo? For my email. I also had Yahoo Messenger back in the day. Did you ever have a crush on Aaron Carter? Yeah, he was my first big celebrity crush. How old were you when you first walked? Well, I was a victim of an accident at 7 months old that made me a paraplegic so I never did. What was the first word you ever said? *shrug* Have any plans for the summer? No, but I’d like to plan some beach trips asap. Are you going anywhere for Spring Break? I didn’t go anywhere. Have you ever went paintballing? Nope. Are you done school this year? I finished school back in 2015. Do you know anyone that has a birthday in July? Yes. Who? Meeeee. As well as my uncle and Lane. Do you set off your own fireworks or watch other people do it? My dad and brother buy a bunch from those stands and light those off and I also see the ones neighbors do. Do the loud bangs scare your animals? No. Do you BBQ in the summer? My dad does sometimes. He did yesterday for the 4th. We used to BBQ all the time during the summer when I was a kid and have family get togethers. Good times. Last place you were? Here? Who's going chicken huntin? Uh, not me. Can you see the moon? I could if I went outside. Is it full? -- Do you have a calender in the room your in? I have two, but they’re old. I just keep them cause they’re Alexander Skarsgard themed.

Do you have pictures in your house? Yeah. What color is your rug? Dark brown. Do you even have rugs or is it all wood? We have tile, carpet, and a rug in the living room. Do you do the wave? I have before. Can you snap your fingers? Yes. Do you have a maid? No. Do you have your very own chef? No.  How many cars do you have? I don’t have a car since I don’t drive.

[yamithediaperdork]

Under Lock and Key (OC story)

Key giggled happily and semi skipped on his way home from school. it was a warm summer day and school was O-V-E-R and the 18 year old was ready to parrrrrty! His parents were going out of town on a extended cruise (in fact they had left during his school day, he'd said bye to them this morning) so he was gonna rock out with his cock out all night long! Little did he know however his parents, fully aware of his plans had contracted Key's bestie, a 19 year old who had graduated at 17 and was paying him quite well to keep a eye on their little guy.

getting up to the house Key was singing the winx club theme softly and went to put his key in the lock..when the door swung open and there was mark. "Surprise fucker!" Mark said and grinned and before Key could stop him he was lifted up in big strong arms and hugged tight. "Gahhhh Markkk!" Key groaned "What are you doing here? and how did you get in?" Key asked, still dangling in the air "Simple~ your folks didn't trust their " and mark switched to a baby talk tone "Dawing baby boi ta be all awone in da big swacy house~" key huffed at that and then wiggled, helpless as mark carried him inside and then let key plop to the floor while kicking the door shut. "Ah come on, they should know I don't need a baby sitter!" Key huffed, crossing his arms while on his butt, then he snapped a finger. "waittttt a second! you took this job so I wouldn't get a boring babysitter and it's just gonna be us hanging out and-" "Yeahhhh no. I'm taking this job seriously buddy." "Awww come on." "No buts I'm to enforce all your parents rules and their punishments..soo..unless you want me to smack your ass." mark said and rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. ""wait..not..uh..all all their rules and punishments..right.." Key said suddenly. blushing.

See.. Key was recently having trouble with bed wetting..to the point where he now wore diapers to bed at night. (it was why he hadn't slept over or had anyone sleep over in awhile) He also had been getting a little lazy.. and might of.. gone ..you know..in his diapers instead of going to the bathroom. His parents were understanding about the wetting.. but doing that... they had added a rule. if he had a stinky diaper in the morning then as soon as he got home from school he was in diapers all after/evening. no exceptions. and if it happened on a non school day.. diapers all day long.

"Yeah Buddy..I know all the rules. so.. you kinda need to come with me." "Hold it hang on hang on hang on! Look that's for when I'm lazy OK." key said, holding his hands out in front of him now and bootie scooting backwards till he hit a wall, smiling nervously. mark was walking towards him with a semi smirk. "Yeah and you-" "that was totally a accident! See, we had some Mexican last night and you KNOW what that does to me, and I migtttta gotten into some of dad's liquor so see it wasn't me being lazy it just was-" "you were passed out after getting into the booze..so now I have to spank you first." "...WHAT!? What do you mean you have to spank me!?" "It's in the rules buddy..if I catch you drinking or here about it it's a trip over my lap."  Mark said and shrugged. "but..I wouldn't of told you if I knew that! can't I get a mulligan!?" "Nope. Now.. you gonna come upstairs like a good boy and take your licking or do I have to carry you over my shoulder and swat your bubble butt every step of the way?" "...This whomps." Key sulked

Key got up and stomped up the stair and Mark fought the urge to laugh, there was just no way around it.. Key looked like a big toddler having a fit. getting to the second floor Key went into the guest room.. or as it was known now..the punishment room. He had his own room for having his friends over and doing homework in. and it had all the things you'd expect for a teen aged boy. But the room he was sleeping in more often then not was a over sized nursery with old action figures and plushies..cartoon posters on the walls and a changing table and crib. "...Holy shit dude." mark said, looking the room over. "Right!? My parents are psychos!" "nah, this shows they must love you a LOT to go though all the effort to punish you like this." Mark said and went over to the closet and Key whimpered. "Hehe.. sailor outfit..over alls..rompers..and..Wait really?" Mark asked and held out a baby dress that would be any little girls dream outfit.. making Key whimpered. "I-I've only wore that once, after saying girls were stupid!" Key whined and looked ready to cry. "I Seeeee." Mark said and put the dress back. "Alright, Strip." "Mark you could just TELL them you spanked me, I'll totally wear the diapers alright?" Key trying to bargain, putting his hands together "no way Jose. now strip." mark said and came over. Key whimpered and whined and then slooooowwwly tugged his shirt off.. then his shorts. he was standing there in dinosaur print undies that looked a little funny and mark tilted his head trying to figure out why "W-What? there my special dino briefs.." Key whined. "uh-huh.. turn around." Mark said. "whatever." key said and did just that, then feeling impish wiggled his bootie. "Take a picture, it'll last longer!" he said. Mark..oddly bent down and then told key to wiggle his butt again. "What are you, the butt whisperer?" Key giggled but did so.. and Mark caught it.. a faint crinkle "..you know your wearing training pants right?" "W-What? NO! these are just like, special lucky undies that make sure I don't get pee stains on..my..short.." Key said, indigent until it slowly clicked in to place and then he turned BRIGHT red and looked down. I-I'm in training undies!?" "But..but..I'ma big boy.." Key whined and looked up at mark. 'yeah a big boy in training pants and in a nursery' was what mark thought. "Maybe they just wanted to be sure, or they knew you were too busy for the  follow up jingle when using a urinal?" Mark lied. "Y-yeah that HAS to be it." Key said and smiled. "Now in, you kinda need to tug those down too Key." mark said. "Why? you said you were gonna spank me." "Yeahhhh..I spank bare bottom." "B-but daddy also lets me leave these on!!" "Well I'm not your daddy am I?"

Key was whimpering big time as he tugged his undies down, and mark noticed there was crack and pee pee stains in the back and front of them.. and that key was totally hairless down there. "late bloomer?" Mark asked. "M-Mommy said I'll get diapie rash if I kept my pubes.." "I see~" Mark said and took key's hand, leading him over to a stool that was by the corner of the room, and had "The spanking stool" on the wall over it. next to the stool was a hair brush, a paddle and a belt. "since it's your first time for a bare bottom spanking, I'll just use my hand.. but if we end up back over here.." and Mark let the threat hang in the air.. and regretted making it a second later as a squirt of piddle came out of Key and hit the floor. "S-Sorry!" "-sigh- it's OK. I should of asked if you need the potty." Mark said  "Key, do you need to potty?" Key nodded and then to marks surprise went to anther closet he hadn't noticed and took out a big (well key sized) duck potty! with handles and everything. "I know mommy and daddy told you bout dis.." he whimpered, not knowing that in fact they hadn't and key could of used the big boy potty! wisely Mark kept that to himself. "that's right. your a good boy Key." "Do I hafa sing the potty song though?" "....Yes. Yes you do." getting over the duck and holding on, and making sure his wiener was pointing down.. Key closed his eyes and then taking a deep breath... "This is how we potty QUACK QUACK! With wiener QUACK QUACK! and bum QUACK QUACK fill Mr duck up QUACK QUACK!" key sang and a weak steam started from his wiener, he looped the song and kept going, the stream getting stronger and then a poot escaped from him and his voice broke.. but he kept going, grunting now. "This is how -uggggh- we potty QUACK QUACK! With wiener -grrrrunt- QUACK QUACK! and bum QUACK -GRUNT- QUACK fill Mr duck up QUACK QUACK!" this time he was followed by not only hiss of his pee pee but by toots nd plops and his whole body was red as he finished, and the room had a slight smell to it After about a good ten minutes of this Key stopped and slowly opened his eyes. "I..I'm done.." he said in a small voice. "OK." Mark said. Key waited by the potty and mark realized with a grin what he was waiting for and grabbed the wipes and came over. "P-Please don't tell anyone about this." he mewed. and mark noticed as he wiped Key's ass crack key was throbbing and hard

Key noticed him staring and whined. "please don't lock it up! I just got out of chastity! I haven't had my week of wanking yet!" he whined. "well as long as you control yourself I don't see a need to lock it up." Mark said with a smirk and then slipped a finger, wrapped by a wipe into key's  keyhole, noting how loose it felt. "G-Gah!" "Key.. you're AWFULLY lose back here.. but you say you were locked up.." Mark said. "I was! you can ask my parents!" Key whined, his Dickie leaking like CRAZY now and he was fighting not to spurt. "I think you were sticking things up your bum to still masturbate." Mark said.He had NO clue if he was right or not.. or didn't till the super guilty look came over Key's face. "I think little boys who cheat don't get their wanking week." "but..but..you don't understand! it's 'pose to be 2 weeks in then two weeks out but last time Daddy lost the key and we had to wait for the company to sent a replacement! then daddy found the key after! I was locked up for a month!!!!" "Well when you put it that way." Mark said and Key smiled. "I'll just lock it up, I won't spank you for cheating or tell your parents." Cue a howl from Key and mark finished getting him wiped down and then used a bag of ice in a refrigerated area of the changing table to calm key's wiener and balls down then got him locked up in a pretty pink device.. "i'll let you out in two weeks, promise. even if I have to call a locksmith." mark promised and Key was sobbing tons without a spanking.. his poor balls! he should of jerked off at school like he'd been tempted to do but he had wanted to save it for home.. thinking he'd do it in his parents room as a fuck you to them. Now he'd have -6 weeks- of boy milk build up! he'd die!! Of course he had fucked his ass with the hair brush but he'd been barley able to orgasm with it, it more make him leak out.. and now..

Seeing how upset he was, Mark sighed and decided he was JUST too nice.. and tugged key back as he headed for the spanking stool and put him on the changing table. "I'll spank you tomorrow. for now lets get you in diapies and then a nap OK?" Handing Key a stuffed dog, the 16 year old cuddled it with one arm and then pointed to a jar of pacifier. "you want a sucky?" "D-Daddy and mommy say Lil boys have germy hands.." Mark chuckled and got out a yellow and blue one and started to tent his pants as he watched how eagerly key suckled on it. taking out three thick paw patrol print diapers mark got lots of baby powder and lotion on key, semi getting him worked up again and his nipples got SO stiff, and he was suckling in a suggestive manner now.. then he was taped up and Mark lifted him up, setting him on his hip and key wrapped his legs and a arm around mark, hugging his stuffie and nuzzling into marks chest. Mark headed for the crib and Key whined a little, but didn't remove his paci. "Do you not wanna take a nap in your crib?" Mark asked, and Key shook his head no. "do you wanna take it in your big boy room?" Mark asked, and again no. "do you wanna take I downstairs in the living room with me while I watch TV?" rapid nod. "well your not suppose to.. but this has been a tiring day.. so just this Once." Mark said and kissed key's forehead.. and key nuzzled into him smiling behind his paci,. Heading down the steps Mark pulled out the sofa into a bed and made it up.. having key sit on the floor in just his diapers, a Lil paranoid as Mark refused to close the curtains. (what key didn't know was the window was treated today so it was one way..) with the bed made up mark got key in there, then climbed in as well and Key was instantly nuzzling into him. "so does it matter what I put on?" Mark asked, but key was already asleep, head on mark's chest, and semi humping mark's leg in his sleep. "That's almost too adorable." mark chuckled and let the Lil guy have his fun.

The end

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Stuck -- Chapter One

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           “This is it,” I bounce on the balls of my feet. “We are finally in line for our last trip to take us to our boys. I am going to lose it.”

           Emily chuckles, “You were not this excited when we graduated, which is kind of surprising. The plane ride isn’t as important as finishing school, so we never have to come back here. Unless with the boys.”

           “Graduation is the reason we had to wait two weeks after our normal date to fly over to the city we belong,” I fix my glasses that have slid down my nose.

           “When you put it that way, I can understand your feelings. However, we are going to be spending the rest of our lives with them,” she tugs me forward as the security line moves.

           “Eh,” I shrug. “Still, I had to wait even longer than last year to see the love of my life.”

           “Oh, don’t get gushy now,” she chuckles. “We are going to see them very soon. Keep it together.”

           “I will,” I adjust the straps of my backpack, so my shoulders won’t be sore. “I just, he’s the love of my life, and I am going to spend so much time with him. It’s finally sinking in.”

           “You are so cute,” Emily ruffles my hair. “How can you be so cute?”

           “It’s just luck,” I giggle, swatting her hand away and fixing my hair. “Tae may also be rubbing off on me. He is overly cute at times.”

           “That’s his whole deal,” Emily motions for me to see that we are almost to the front of the line.

           “He’s the cute one, I know.”

           “Last year, I remember we talked about our looks, but I don’t think much has changed since then. I have a tad more purple in my hair, and that’s it.”

           “I wear my glasses more than not to please Yoongi and Taehyung. The blue in my hair is a richer shade and more prominent. It is crazy how one year can change a ton, and the next not so much.”

           “As is life,” she places her backpack on the conveyor belt.

           I follow, and am glad that we were the lucky group that were able to keep their shoes on. It makes this process go boy just slightly faster, but it is so satisfying because then it doesn’t feel like such an eternity.

           “Finally, now we can get to our gate,” I sigh, falling into a good pace next to Emily.

           “Do you think our parents believed us when we said we won’t be coming home?” Emily asks.

           “We mailed boxes of our things to Nari. We left objects of ours that we can replace or don’t want behind in their houses. They must know we are serious. There’s nothing left for us here.”

           “Our graduation party was like a goodbye party as well. Some of the people that came we won’t see for a long time. Really, all of them.”

           “We can Skype, but that probably won’t happen often. People get busy. We’ll be busy.”

           “Skype dates will be a thing of the past. We will always go on real life dates from now on,” she grabs my arm and pulls me towards our gate.

           “They were fun, but I like dates where we can kiss. Gah, I want to kiss Tae so bad,” I fore myself to push all thoughts of Taehyung’s lips out of my mind.

           “I didn’t kiss Namjoon nearly as much as you kissed Taehyung, and being away from him I wished I had.”

           “You can make up for it in a few days,”  I pat her upper arm. “he probably regrets not kissing you, and is going to fix it when the two of you reunite.”

           “How are you feeling about the topic of marriage now?”

           I take in a slow breath, “You know, I’m good. It doesn’t freak me out. I love Taehyung more than anyone, and I want to be his wife. I want him to be my husband.”

           “Truly the cutest couple in this whole world. You two will be beyond happily married. It needs to happen soon.”

           “Oh, no, not soon,” I walk us over to our gate. “A few years, maybe. I’m still quite young.”

           “He is the love of your life,” she pokes my side as we take a seat. “You work with him now, so you’ll be with him all the time. You are practically married already.”

           “You need a job,” I smile, bringing my hand up to touch the infinity sigh necklace Taehyung gifted to me for my birthday last year. “Has Nari found anything?”

           “Not yet,” Emily sighs. “I’m sure something will pop up soon. At least by the end of the summer.”

           “I’m sure it will. Everything will fall into place when it is meant to.”

           “That is very true,” she pats my hand. “That’s how we should live our lives.”

           “I want to board soon because I have emails to send,” I chew on my bottom lip for a second. “And we have to discuss surprising the boys at their last fan sigh before coming home for a bit. I can’t wait to go to some new countries. I like traveling with the boys. No matter how tired it makes me.”

           “It does wear you down. Last year you had a few meltdowns, and I think they were due to being so tired.”

           “Yeah, that had a lot to do with it. And then my mental health had a dip.”

           “You’ve been on a high for some months now, so hopefully that keeps going.”

           “It should, when we get where we belong,” I smile. “I can’t wait to see how they react to seeing us at the fan sigh.”

           “Calling it now, you will cry. Not bawling, but you will shed a few tears.”

           “Probably. I’ll be so happy that it will be the only thing I can do.”

           “Are you going to make Taehyung watch baseball with you?”

           “Hell yeah. This is the Cubs year. I will pay so our TV plays all of their games.”

           “Oh my, gosh. That’s right. You and Taehyung are moving in together. I had forgotten.”

           I grip the bottom of my t-shirt. “It’s pretty crazy, but it will be so good for me. Tae will be the best roommate.”

           “Your apartment will always be filled with love. Even more so when you get your two dogs.”

           “I can’t wait to get two puppies.” I giggle. “All that’s important is that we save them.”

           “A kind soul. You always try to look out for others.”

           I shrug, “When you grow up how I did, you learn to give others what they need. It helps me get over being raised by my siblings, and a warmth spreads through my heart when I help others.”

           Emily opens her mouth to reply, but is interrupted by the lady over the intercom, “Now boarding the flight to Seoul, South Korea.”

           “That’s us,” I slowly stand up, feeling a rush of nerves run through me.

           “You okay? You look sick,” Emily stands up and places her hand on my forehead.

           “I’m fine,” I take in a breath. “I just can’t believe it. We are finally going home. Two years ago, when we made the first trip over, I didn’t think much would come out of it. Now, I can’t imagine my life anywhere else but in Seoul. With you, and Nari, and all the boys. I just want to be home.”

           Emily has pulled her hand away and is smiling at me with an unending amount of love. “Let’s get in line to board this place. You seem to be homesick, and so am I.”

********

           “Vernon is such a sweet boy,” I smile as I send the email to him. “I’m so glad I could help him and become his friend in the process.”

           “Did he get the girl?” Emily takes a sip of her Sprite.

           “He did,” I giggle. “Oh my, I was a wingman. Sort of.”

           “What was her hesitation to date a super cute boy?”

           “The fact that he’s an up and coming idol, and so many people know who he is. She likes her privacy, which is totally understandable. However, he’s her best friend. She couldn’t deny the feelings forever.”

           “How did you convince her?”

           “I didn’t, Vernon did. I just gave him some helpful tips. Like, he’s still the dork that talked to her the first day of school, and being an idol shouldn’t keep them apart. Simple stuff, really.”

           “I bet he wants to thank you personally,” Emily gently pinches my cheek. “I bet you want to talk to him in person.”

           I feel my cheeks barely heat up, “Well, yeah, I’d love to talk to him. He’s in one of the first groups we looked up, and the one we stuck with. We were with them when they had more members than they do now. Before they even had any music out. From the very beginning.”

           “That is true. They’ve been through a lot, too.”

           “Enough about those cute Asian boys, though,” I close my laptop. “Taehyung got a role in a drama, and I’ve never been so happy or excited for him. Filming is done, but he said that his is just the beginning.”

           “When the drama comes out, we will have to watch it together. All of us. Taehyung deserves it.”

           “It doesn’t come out until December, so remember that. I’d love to have a weekly get together to support my babe.”

           “Has he told you anything about it?”

           “Not much,” I slip my laptop into my backpack. “Just that it is set a few hundred years in the past, and his character is just like him. Plus, a few pictures of him in costume. He looks to damn good with long hair.”

           “Joonie hasn’t been up to much like your boyfriend,” Emily chuckles. “Just song writing. He says the new album, with an October projected release, is the best yet. They barely have half the songs written, and like nothing recorded.”

           “Then we will be blown away if they have that much faith. The last few albums have been pretty good. I am looking forward to whatever they come up with.”

           “How is Yoongi coming along with his mixtape? Is he going to drop it soon?”

           I chuckle, “He’s almost done, I think. He’s a perfectionist, so it could still be a while. Besides, he really wants me to sing on it, and won’t drop it until I do.”

           “You’ll do great. You’re singing has improved so much, and it sounds so lovely now. Yoongi wouldn’t ask you to do it if he didn’t think you were capable.”

           I give her a slightly shove. “Thanks for that. I had so many Skype singing lessons, so I hope I would be kind of good.”

           “I’m so glad you are more positive about yourself. I know it was hard to go from brining yourself down to picking yourself up, but I am so proud of you.”

           “Thanks to Tae and Yoongi,” I slightly smile. “Really, all the boys. You got the ball rolling, though. You’ve always been so positive for me.”

           “Anything for my best friend,” she ruffles my hair.

           I yawn, sliding down in my seat. “Man, I need to take a nap. I am beat. A few hours before the plane, which is just enough time for a good sleep.”

           “Nope, we still have to talk about what we are going to do at the meet and greet.”

           I close my eyes and sigh, “Fine. Um, we have to dress so our faces are hidden, so the boys don’t know it is us right away. I also don’t want many of the other fans to know it is us and ruin the surprise. I’m out for all the world to see.”

           “So we just stand in line like normal ARMY’s? Are we bringing gifts?”

           “Eh, if we go shopping tomorrow, then yes. I don’t think it will matter. Won’t we be gift enough?” I smirk.

           Emily chuckles, “I guess so. I’ve been meaning to ask how being public has been. Namjoon has made it clear that he has a girlfriend, but not that it’s me. My face, name, almost everything is still hidden.”

           I slowly open my eyes, titling my head so I can look at my best friend. “Big Hit made sure most of my private life stayed as that. Private. But, I felt like ARMY deserved to know a little bit about me, so I let Tae post a few pictures of him and I on their Twitter. Then I just gave my Twitter out.”

           “That’s why you have so many more followers. ARMY actually followed you. Are they nice?”

           “Mostly, yeah,” I yawn, pushing myself to sit up in my seat. “I don’t look at comments and such too much. The boys get hate, and I must get some too. I’d rather not risk it.”

           “I understand. Taehyung might see it.”

           “He does,” I fix my glasses that threaten to fall down my nose. He told me about it recently. It’s not much, just jealous people. Tae said it doesn’t matter. He will always love me.” My eyes flutter close. “It hurts him, though. Knowing people don’t accept me for who I am. They don’t understand that he’s found his soulmate, and nothing, no amount of hateful words can tear us apart.”

           “Not everyone was bound to be happy, but hate is never called for. You two will be able to push past it. It will never break you up.”

           “I know. It just sucks to know people took time to hate on me, on him, on the others,” I sigh. “I really need to sleep before I burst into tears. I’m going to cry if we keep talking about this.”

           “Sleep tight, Amber. I’ll wake you up before we land.”

********

           “We made it,” I groan, my back still tense as we wait for our luggage. “My back is happy,” I sigh as I reach for the ceiling and feel my muscles begin to relax.

           “I’m glad to be back in Korea,” Emily smiles as the luggage conveyor belt starts up. “I guess that means we should switch to Korean now.”

           “It was fun being able to talk to each other at school and no one knew what we were talking about,” I fall into my Korean tongue with great east. “The looks on the first day when we did it. I’ll never forget.”

           “They finally believed us,” Emily points to our suitcases coming our way. “But, I’m glad to leave them all in the States.”

           “And in the past,” I smirk.

           The two of us walk over and grab our one suitcase each before walking away from the conveyor belt. I’m the one who takes the lead to get us to the exit.

           “I was thinking, when we travel with the boys now, since they are much more popular, airports will be full of people trying to see the boys. It will be crazy,” I run a hand through my hair.

           “Sunglasses and face masks, that will be how we keep hidden. The boys will be very protective of us. They won’t let us go until we are on the plane.”

           “Or they will never let us go. Tae likes to be touching me in some way. He’s very cuddly. I missed that the most. Next to kisses.”

           “When you move in together, you’ll get all the cuddles, snuggles, kisses, anything you want, all the time.”

           “I’m excited for it. Tae said our apartment is really cute. The place allows pets, which was a must. We will be such a happy family,” I force the smile to stay off my face, but the right corner of my mouth pulls up just slightly.

           “The cutest family. Your dogs will be so loved,” Emily grabs my hand. “He has decorated the space, yes?”

           “Yes, with the basics. Bed, TV, video game consoles, couch, and all that. All my stuff will fit into it easily. He wants to combine our stuffed animal collections.”

           “It will be so big,” she chuckles. “That’s really cute, and shows that you share things now. It’s no longer one, it is both of you as one. If that makes sense.”

           “It is us now,” I begin to scan the area for Nari as we are almost to the exit. “I like it,” I feel my necklace bounce around. “Do you see Nari?”

           “Um,” Emily begins looking around with me. “Oh, I think I spot a sign with our names.” She releases my hand to point at the spot.

           I look over to where Emily is pointing, and a flash of nostalgia washes over me.

           Nari is standing with a simple piece of white paper that reads ‘Amber and Emily from America.’ Just like it was two years ago, and I know she did it on purpose.

           Emily and I pick up our pace, reaching Nari in the next few seconds. All three of us can’t get the smiles off our faces.

           “Oh girls, it is nice to see you,” Nari lowers the paper. “I have been counting down the days for months, and I am so glad you are here.”

           “For life,” I nod. “We told our parents our plan, but how much they understood and truly believed is not clear.”

           “But we are here to stay,” Emily takes over for me. “We can’t leave our boys again. It would be too much. Amber had such a bad few months when we first got back this time, and I never want to see that again.”

           “I can’t do that again,” I mess with my glasses. “I just can’t. I am not leaving Taehyung ever again like that. We will be together for the rest of our lives.”

           “That’s cute,” Nari pokes my nose. “Speaking of being together, Taehyung picked up the boxes you sent over. They are probably just sitting in your apartment, waiting for you.”

           “That’s crazy. My apartment. I didn’t pay for it, but I can now. I don’t want Tae to worry about all the bills. That would be selfish of me.”

           “You work at Big Hit now, so the two of you can handle it.”

           “I’m sure. I also have money in the bank I’ve been saving for a while. We should be good for a long time.”

           “You may have to dog sit, Nari,” Emily chuckles. “You know the cutest couple want some doggies.”

           “Yes, I will do that,” Nari giggles. “Traveling will be crazy, and long days at the studio.”

           “I can do it during the day,” Emily says. “I still have to find a job.”

           “It will happen when it is meant to happen,” I bite my bottom lip. “Oh, Nari, how is Jin-oppa?”

           “Jinnie is good,” Nari nods a few times. “He actually moved in with me. A few months ago now, and it ahs been wonderful. He still stays at the dorms when needed, but we communicate so we can see each other and all that good stuff. It has been nice. Having him around at night, and when I wake up. We cook as often as we can together. It is fun having him for a roommate, and he has paid rent, so that’s a plus. I would love him anyways, but helping with financial stuff is nice.”

           “That’s awesome,” Emily shuffles around. “Now I’ll be your other roommate. That will be so much fun. I’ll try to stay out of your way.”

           “Ah, you and Namjoon aren’t up to the living together level yet,” Nari pats Emily’s shoulder. “Both of you couldn’t move out at once anyways. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

           I giggle, “I’ll come over as much as I can, or you can come over to my place. I love you, Nari. You made so much possible. Besides, I’m staying over tonight.”

           “True, true,” Nari says. “Are you excited to ride the train in a few days?”

           “Yes, I love the train. It is so much fun. Tae and I had a lot of fun last year when we took it to visit his family.”

           “I’ve never ridden on a train before, so I am excited for it,” Emily answers. “I just want to see Namjoon.”

           “Of course,” Nari bobs her head a few times. “It has been another nine months, almost ten this time around. They probably want to see you just as much. One more day.”

           “Can we just get back to your apartment and eat something?” I yawn, my legs beginning to cramp. “My feet are hurting, and it has been such a long day.”

           “Yeah, I agree,” Emily yawns, stretching out her back. “Plane rides are so draining. Going to have to get used to it, though.”

           “Traveling will be a big part of our lives very soon,” I rub my eyes, fixing my glasses right after. “So let’s get some rest in now while we can still help it.”

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Holy crap! I am so excited to get this story started! For now, expect a chapter each Friday until I am finished with this Spring Semester, and then I will figure out what days a chapter will go up. Anyways, thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed, and I would love to know what you thought! Moodboards of the girls will be going up soon. :D

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Glee Memories: 1x6 Vitamin D

A long, long time ago, as Glee was approaching graduation in Season 3, I found myself nostalgic with some rare free time on my hands. So I decided to rewatch the series from the beginning and jot down some memories, discrepancies that have arisen since, fave quotes, tally solos - all that good stuff, strictly for shits and giggles.

8 years later (eek!) and once more I find myself with an unexpected abundance of free time. With so many revisiting or being newly introduced to the show between binge watching during Quarantine and all the tragedy that has surrounded the show since it went off the air, I figured I’d finish what I started. And by finish, I mean go through the end of S3. Cause I truly cannot acknowledge what happened after that. Except for 5B.

Kicking this off by reposting the first 15 episodes I already went through. Enjoy!

1x6 Vitamin D Mr. Schue is worried cause the Glee club is being lazy and complacent. First time and still true until Sue came along to help the club.

Mmmmkay. And now Mercedes starts dressing kinda funky. Oh goody. :/

Ugh. Listen, I have adored Matthew Morrison since I saw him in Hairspray 10 years ago, but it’s still not at all appealing when he tries to lick that mustard off his own chin.

“I will hold my tongue no further.”

”You have to remember something: we’re dealing with children. They need to be terrified. It’s like mother’s milk to them. Without it, their bones won’t grow properly.”

“Ellen, that blouse is just insane.”

”I don’t understand how lightening is in competition with an above ground swimming pool”

BOYS V. GIRLS FOR THE FIRST TIME! <3

“Okay, split up: guys on the right side, girls on the left side…Kurt” *gestures for him to join the boys, not the girls* Kurt looks soooo pissed. And is such a baby-faced nugget!

A Mash-Up was just defined and used for the first time.

”We’re planning on smacking them down like the hand of God” yaaaaay, Sue’s Journal entries! I miss those. Hey, did she ever get that hovercraft she was working towards?

”Let me be frank: your husband is hiding his kielbasa in a Hickory Farms gift basket that doesn’t belong to you.”

”I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness. Me? Never wanted kids. Don’t have the time, don’t have the uterus.” #oops

“I think you should both pack up and move out of the district. Unless you wanna lose your man to a mentally ill ginger pygmy with eyes like a bush baby”

the Matthew Morrison mustard licking is even less appealing in slow motion. Ew.

Terri just wiped Emma’s mug off with her own spit. Even if you didn’t have OCD, that is not right.

“But you’re not a nurse. You don’t have any training…” “Oh please, Will – it’s a public school.”

Wait…Mr. Schue seems to be teaching music theory? WTF? Has this happened before? Since?

“She freaks me out in a Swim Fan kinda way”

“But her body’s smokin’…if you’re not into boobs” Finn re: Rachel

I don’t think I ever caught this before – Finn is rubbing BioFreeze on his legs and accidentally scratches near his eye…and you can see the effect set in and then he spazzes out. Ha! #BlessFinnsHeart

“My mom says I’m stretched too thin so I gave up homework but that didn’t help” #BlessFinnsHeart

“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute”

“Where’s Quinn?” “Probably down at the mall looking for elastic waistbands”

“Let’s do the number and then build a house for Habitat for Humanity” oh, Finn on ‘vitamin d’. He has the mind of a child. Especially during this performance. Holy crap!

“No one at Glee is gonna judge you.” Oh, that will change Rachel.

Hahahaha, Quinn drew pornographic pictures of Rachel on the bathroom walls. I miss when Quinn hated Rachel. Just a little bit. Cause she did it so well and right now it would please my soul to see some of that.

Poor Howard Bamboo is so terrified of Terri and just pitiful. I just want to hug him and tell him to stand up to her! :(

“I see em’ together all the time – laughing, talking…all the stuff she never does with me”

Terri’s office looks like it’s the same as Emma’s…

“I am not built to work 5 days a week”

“I’ve been thinkin’ maybe that if you and I started seein’ each other on the side it might kinda cancel their thing out”

“She doesn’t like to be touched…by me.”

“Look at the two of us. You pregnant and me with psoriasus and one testicle that won’t descend.”

“Though I’ve been grouped with the boys, my allegiance still remains with you ladies. They declined my offer to do their hair in cornrows and all my artistic decisions have been derioted as ‘too costly’ because they involve several varieties of exotic bird feathers.”

Rachel’s goal is a Grammy, not a Tony. #oops

smack-talking Finn is a giant douche. Ugh.

“You being here is not good for our marriage.” “Spending time together is not good for our marriage?” She has a point…

“A lot of ants on the sidewalk today.” *long uncomfortable silence* “Pretty late in the season for that.”

oh, Ken proposing. I hated you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.

“Look, Emma, I know our relationship hasn’t been perfect. You won’t ride in my car. I can’t touch you above the wrist. Remember you cried for an hour that one time my elbow accidentally brushed by your breast? But I think about you all day long. I kiss that picture of us at the State Fair every night before I go to sleep. Emma Pillsbury, this is not an engagement ring – no, I mean it is, but it’s more than that. It’s a promise. Look, Emma, I know you have this thing about being clean. Now I can’t promise to pick up my underwear or squeegee the shower door, but I can promise to keep your life clean of sadness and loneliness and any other dark clouds that might float into it. It’s cubic zirconia. I know how effected you were by Blood Diamond.”

“Thankyousomuch,itreallyisapleasure.Whiletheboyschoseaselectionofsongsthatcastaneyeinwardontheirresponsiblelifechoicesandsexualhungeroftoday’smodernteens,wehavechosenaselectionofsongsthatspeakstothenationasawholeduringthesetroublingtimesfilledwitheconomicuncertaintyandunbridledsocialwoebecauseifthere’stwothingsAmericaneedsrightnow,thatissunshineandoptimism.” *awkward pause and Rachel finally breathes* “Also angels.” OMG. Maybe my favorite Rachel Berry moment ever.

Also, this was one of my fave musical moments (songs, singers, choreography) of all of Season One. Heather Morris is gangsta on this, dancing like she’s on crack. OMG. I love it. Every one of these girls is such a great dancer.

“Can you um…can you think of any other options I might have?” “Is that a reason to marry someone?” “That’s not what I’m asking.” See, Glee still does this – these weird conversations that are clearly about something else, but never really get finished and things are left in limbo but as if the akward moment didn’t happen, so I think I’m losing my mind when I look for the continuity….ugh. Headache. What just happened?

“You have no chance with my husband. Do I make myself clear? You might think there’s some kind of competition going on with you and I, but that’s like saying that a nail is competing with a hammer.”

“Do yourself a favor, honey. Marry Ken Tanaka. Oh sure, he’s dumb like sand, and his fondue pot of nationalities is gonna open your kids up to a host of genetic diseases…but he’s kind, and he’s generous. And he’s available.” I don’t like Terri but….truth.com right there.

“I need to talk to you, about the baby” “Is everything ok? You’re not having it right now, are you?” What?! No! Aren’t you supposed to be a nurse?”

“You want money from me?” “It’s gonna be your baby.” “Which means I’m gonna be paying the bills for 18 years – I think you can handle 9 months” Oh Terri.

Aw. My heart still breaks for Emma during this scene where she basically accepts Ken’s proposal and asks for a secret marriage. And says she doesn’t wanna spend the rest of her life alone. Gah – so sad! :(

“I don’t even remember performing.”

“I’m sorry for what I said the other day. For calling you contemptable and deplorable” “Ah, that’s ok. I didn’t even know what those words meant.” #BlessFinnsHeart

“My goals are too selfish.” Rachel. Why did you forget that lesson?

Howard Bamboo got arrested on suspicion of running a meth lab. Ha!

“You are oblivious to consequences” A running theme of this show.

oh Glee. Again with the weird situations…neither Will nor Emma even preTENded to be happy about her marrying Ken when she told him. How does neither of them address it? What just happened?

I remember the first time I saw this episode and I loved that Rachel Berry had changed to being a team player and making her goal about winning sectionals with the team. That didn’t last long. SOLOS: Finn (1), Artie (1), Rachel (1) MERCEDES TAKES THE GLORY NOTE: 2nd time

[naruto--imagines]

Obito x Reader [More to Us]

[A/N] I do not own any of the characters present in this story, nor do I own the GIF that is featured. I do hold ownership over the story itself, please do not re-post it anywhere. Thanks! <3

Growing up with Obito had been a blessing and a curse. You were the best of friends, always together and always supporting one another. But you ended up falling in love with your best friend.

You are six months younger than Obito, and the two of you have been inseparable since you were born. When your mom brought you by to visit her best friend, Obito was infatuated with you. He was all smiles when you were around, and he cried the whole night that you were gone. As you grew older you both did everything together; learning to walk, talk, run, you went to school and graduated together, you went to every baseball game that he had, everything was done together. Not a day passed that you to weren’t together (you’re sure that there are pictures of you two bathing together when you were four). You tutored him when you were done with classes, he taught you how to play baseball, and on the weekends if you weren’t at a baseball game you would both play video games or Obito would try to teach you about playing shortstop.

However, your feelings towards Obito to changed as you got older. You had started to notice your true feelings for the bright eyed Uchiha when you started high school. At first it was little things, the way he smiled, the way he played baseball, the way he was always optimistic. Then it became the bigger things. How he gave 100% to anything that he did, how he always had your back, the way that he is everything positive in this world was wrapped up into one. After school one day you were helping Obito study for the upcoming math test. The two of you were in his room, sitting at the table and reviewing the equations that he needed to memorize. Thirty minutes into studying you looked up at him (he was concentrating hard on his paper so he didn’t notice). You looked over his facial features, his sharp jaw, soft eyes, the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. All of it hit you like a freight train. Your heart stuttered as you thought about all the time that you have spent together. Over the years your feelings were lying dormant, and in that one moment they became apparent. You were in love with Obito. Your feelings only grew from there, but you pushed them aside to focus on your schooling and supporting Obito. They never fully became a problem until university.

You were getting lunch with Obito, he was ranting about some guy in his class that he didn’t like, when he suddenly stopped talking at the sound of the bell going off. Someone had walked into the restaurant and when you looked up you noticed that this person had Obito’s undivided attention. A girl walked in and place her order, she stood to the side to wait and Obito jumped out of his seat and walked over to her. The two started a conversation while you sat and waited, Obito made the girl laugh and smile before motioning to where you were sitting. The two walked over and Obito introduced you to Rin, you recognized her from your English class. You gave a smile and kept up pleasantries like you were always taught to do. Rin and Obito sat down next to each other and started chatting about a topic you knew nothing about, so you sat and fiddled with your food instead. Rin’s order was called and she left after grabbing her food and saying goodbye. It was after she was gone that Obito started in on how much he liked her, and how he wanted to go out with her. Needless to say, you weren’t hungry after that.

Since that day Rin started to hang out with you and Obito more frequently. On the weekends she would come over to play video games, during the week she joined your study session, at night she would accompany the two of you to dinner, and when there was a baseball game she was seated right next to you in the stands cheering for your friend. Whenever Rin was around you never failed to notice the blush the dusted Obito’s face. Obito always spent an hour after she left describing in detail how wonderful she was, and as his best friend you sat by his side and listened dutifully. This went on for months, until right before the championship tournament started up.

It was right after the university baseball team won a game that you finally meet Obito’s “rival”. Kakashi Hatake is  the pitcher for the team (Obito was always grumbling about how much attention Kakashi got and how he wanted the spotlight on him). After the game, the entire team went out for dinner. This time you and Rin were invited along as well. Showing up with such a large party on short notice caused the hostess split you all up. You found yourself sitting at a table with Obito to your right, Rin in front of him, and Kakashi in front of you. It was this night that gave you clarity on where your relationship with Obito stood.

The gestures were subtle, but there. Rin adored Kakashi. You noticed it in the ways she would glance at him. There was love in her eyes. After everything she would quickly look to the silver haired man to catch his reaction (one that was hard to gauge with the mask that he wore). When she looked at Obito there was still a light, but not as intense. Rin was also finding minute reasons to interact with Kakashi; grabbing a napkin, reaching for the salt, asking to try some of his food. You knew the tactics well, and Kakashi was showing the same interest in her as Obito did in you. As the night started to wind down you grew a better understanding of Rin and hoped to mitigate the negative opinion you had on her and become her friend instead.

You started to talk with Rin more frequently. In class, you would sit next to her and outside of class too when you were hanging out your friendship grew. You even became better friends with Kakashi, which made Obito ecstatic to know his best friend and his new friends were getting on so well. But the major turning point came right before the playoffs.

You were sitting in the library studying for one of your upcoming tests when a bag was placed on the table next to you. When you looked up you were meet with silver hair and dark eyes.

“Yo.” Kakashi said as he sat down.

“Kakashi, what can I do for you?” You asked capping your pen and turning to give him your full attention.

“Hope you don’t mind if I sit here for a bit. My class got cancelled so I was going to do a bit of reading before practice.”

“No, I don’t mind at all.” You replied going back to your own reading. The two of you sat together adding in occasional small talk here and the before Kakashi left for practice and you went back to your room. As soon as you got to your room Rin was messaging you asking to come over. You replied with a quick ‘sure’ and soon there were knocks on your door.

“You were just hanging out with Kakashi.” She stated as she walked in and sat on your bed.

“Well, kind of.” You said, “I was working on homework and he was reading a book, but we did talk a small bit.” You explained sitting in your chair.

“Did, did he say anything about me?” She asked with a slight blush on her face.

“No, you didn’t come up. Why?”

“I read in this article that if a guy is talking to your friend it means that he is interested in you and is trying to learn more about you through them.” She animatedly explained.

“But Rin, we’re all friends.” You watched as her demeanor slightly wilted for a moment before it was back.

“Then you have to help me!”

“Huh?!”

“I need you to talk to Kakashi and see if he is interested in me!” She yelled jumping off your bed to stand in front of you. “Oh please, please, please. If there is only one request you will take let it be this one.” She begged.

“O-okay, okay, I’ll see what I can do, no reason to get worked up.” You said to her.

“Oh, Thank you so much!” She yelled once more throwing her arms around you.

And talk to him you did. However, it did not end as well as you had anticipated. The next time you meet up with Kakashi alone you started to ask him questions about relationships without giving it away that Rin was the one wanting to know. At the end of it you acquired some information for Rin and learned about Kakashi, but you were the only one that saw it as information gathering. Later that night you had Obito practically breaking down your door to talk to you.

“Gah! I’m so happy for you!” He cheered spinning you in a circle after you let him in.

“Thanks Obi, but what for?” You questioned.

“You and Kakashi are gonna start dating, right? Aw this is so awesome, I can ask out Rin and then the four of us can go out on double dates! It will be great!” He cheered. Your heart stopped.

“What do you mean ‘me and Kakashi’” you asked.

“He was just telling me  about it at practice, all of those questions you were asking him when you guys were hanging out. He figured you were just too shy to ask him directly.” He said with a grin. At the same time your phone buzzed, ‘I just heard about you and Kakashi, congratulations’ the text read, but it was lacking her normal pep. ‘No, that’s not what happened, hold on and I will explain in a moment’ you typed back before turning to face Obito

“Listen, Obito, that’s not what happened.” You started to explain slowly. He now had a look of confusion on his cute face

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t asking for me. I was asking for- for a friend.” You stumbled out.

“Oh, well that’s okay, with Kakashi dating your friend, and you dating someone else then we can have triple dates.” He expressed, ever the optimist. You had to do it, you couldn’t lie to your best friend.

“Obito, th- that wouldn’t be possible,” You started slowly gaining his attention.

“What do you mean? Of course it -”

“No Obi,” you cut him off turning away from him slightly. “The reason I was asking Kakashi those questions, the person I was asking for, is Rin.” You said quietly. Silence stood between the two of you.

“Wh- what? I don’t understand.” He said.

“She really likes Kakashi, Obito. She asked me to talk to him for her, but I just didn’t really know how to go about it -”

“Stop it!” He shouted startling you. “Why? Why would you do that? You - you’re my best friend. And you knew that I like her so why?” He said in a calm that you had only seen during a serious baseball game before.

“I- I had to Obito -”

“Why!?” He yelled again turning to you, a small flash of red reflecting in his eyes.

“Because I know how she feels!” You yelled right back. “Because I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember and I know exactly how it feels -”

“So, you chose to help her for a selfish reason.” He stated.

“What? No, I did-”

“Yes, you did. You were hoping that if Kakashi and Rin got together than that would leave me for you, right?” Silence fell after he made that statement. Your heart plummeted at that moment, had you been doing that the entire time? The silence stood as you thought through everything that got said. “Ya’know, don’t show up to my games any more. I don’t want to be friends with you anymore if you are this selfish.” Obito said as he walked out of your room.

-

And that’s how you got to here.

Obito left, you collapse into your chair and stare at your hands in your lap. Fifteen minutes pass and your phone starts vibrating. Looking at it you see it is a message from Rin. You gather yourself, walk to her room, and knock on her door. Rin opens it with a stern look on her face until she see yours, then she quickly ushers you into her room and demands an explanation.

“And that’s what happened.” You finish telling your tale while hunched over a cup of tea that Rin handed you.

“Oh, sweetie, I had no idea that you liked him, or that he even liked me.” She said as she places her hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t know what to do Rin. Was it wrong for me to tell him? Was I being selfish? I-I don’t know.” You tell her dragging your hand over your face.

“Hmm. Hard question to answer. And since I have a bias I don’t think I can answer that for you.” Rin states while she sits next to you in thought. “I would just give him some time and space. I’m sure he’ll come around.” Rin smiles as she wraps her arm around you.

You leave Rin’s room and decide to follow her advice and give Obito some space. And it becomes really, really lonely. You quickly realize how much your life revolves around Obito. You eat by yourself, study by yourself and your free time is spent in your room.

Playoffs start on Friday, and as much as you want to go and watch, to cheer the team on, you are not allowed to. Obito told you to stay away and you are going to comply with his wishes. Rin messages you at the end of the game letting you know that they won their first game and that they were on their way back from the game. You set your phone to the side and go back to reading your textbook. You had read the same page about five times when there was a knock on the door. Standing up from your desk you walk over to the door. Upon opening it you see Kakashi standing there.

“Yo.” He says giving a wave.

“Hi, don’t take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here?” You ask leaning against the door frame.

“Mind if I come in?” He asks as he brushes past you. You  move back into the room and close the door watching as he walks over and sits at your desk. “What happened between you and Obito.” He asks piercing you with his gaze. Realizing he isn’t going to let this go you decide to tell him. You sit next to him and tell him everything, start to finish. Then you sit in silence with your head dropped.

“Well, I knew Rin liked me. She didn’t exactly hide it. You are much better at hiding your feelings though. But I don’t think Obito is as mad as you think he is. At least not at you.” Kakashi explains to you.

“But, Kakashi, He said-”

“I think he is more mad at himself. For not realizing your feelings, and the fact that he most likely shares those feelings.” He tells you leaning toward you, making direct eye contact.

“What do you mean?” You ask him.

“Monday when you were asking me all those questions. At baseball practice I told Obito about it. His first reaction wasn’t the happiness that he showed. It was brief, but when I told him I thought you liked me he was upset. After you two talked, he was miserable all week. He is normally annoying with all the energy he has but he was quiet this whole week. And today he played three innings before coach benched him because he missed easy balls and screwed up three plays in a row.” Kakashi explains before staring at you. You stare right back at him sitting in the quiet.  

“That doesn’t change what he said to me. He wants nothing to do with me right now.”

“Like I said, I think he’s mad at himself. Talk to him and see his opinion on it now.” Kakashi stands up and walks out of your room, leaving you to think about what he just said.

Steeling your nerves you stand up from your seat and make the trek to Obito’s room. Standing outside of his door you gather the courage to knock on the door. It opens and standing in front of you is Obito, who looks surprised to see you.

“Hi,” You start meekly, “mind if I come in?” He opens the door wider gesturing you in. You both walk in and sit at the small table he has.

“I heard you guys won today, congratulations.” You say but see his face turn grim, probably reflecting on his bad performance. “I missed seeing you play.” You whisper into the silence of the room.

“I- I missed seeing you at the game.” He finally says causing you to look up at him. “And I missed you for this past week too.” He confesses while  trying to hide the blush on his face. “I’ve realized, that I really need you in my life. And that my crush on Rin is just that. You have been there for me through everything. You have only missed one baseball game and that is my fault. You’ve tutored me, looked out for me, and been the best friend that I could ask for. I realize that you were only trying to be that good of a friend for Rin too. If you’ll forgive me, I want you back in my life, but as more than my best friend” Obito finishes telling you as he grabs your hand looking down at the table.

“Obito, you could never get rid of me.” You say turning your hand over to hold his. “Missed you too, and if this means that we can be at least friends again then sure. Let’s give ‘This’ a chance.” You reply squeezing his hand and smiling at him. A smile that he returns with a full watt grin.

[thearkhound]

Shigeru Miyamoto interview from Micom BASIC (February 1989)

The following is translation of a review of Super Mario Bros. 3 written by Akira Yamashita for the February 1989 issue of Micom BASIC Magazine as the 7th entry in his “Serious Play, Sincere Review” (ホンキでPlay, ホンネでReview) series of articles. It contains commentary by none other than Shigeru Miyamoto himself on the development of the game and its design choices. The review was written a few months after the release of Mario 3 and provide a few insights of not only of how game was received in Japan, but also how it compares to other games available in the market at the time thanks to Mr. Yamashita’s tremendous insights.

There’s also a list of recommended 2-players games for the Famicom that I decided to leave out, but I might translate it too and edited into the article at a later date if there’s demand for it.

Profile of Shigeru Miyamoto

Name: Shigeru Miyamoto

D.O.B: November 16, 1952 (Sonobe, Kyoto)

Employed by Nintendo Co., Ltd after graduating from the Kanazawa University of Arts on April 1977. He became involved in game development in 1979, working as a character designer in titles such as Space Fever and Space Firebird. Currently works as manager of Nintendo’s R&D department 2.

Work History

Arcade: Donkey Kong, Donkey Kong Jr., Mario Bros.

Famicom (as director & game designer): Hogan’s Alley, Excitebike, Super Mario Bros., The Legend of Zelda, Wild Gunman, Duck Hunt, Devil World, Spartan X [aka Kung-Fu]

Famicom (as producer): The Adventure of Link, Doki Doki Panic, Super Mario Bros. 3, Shin Onigashima, Famicom Grand Prix: F1 Race, Volley Ball, 3D Hot Rally

The Culmination of The Athletic Game Genre

Athletic Game - This is the term that Mr. Shigeru Miyamoto and Nintendo uses to collectively refer to Super Mario-like games. Specifically it refers to games where slightly large characters move around the screen and jumps serve as the basic action.

Indeed. Mr. Miyamoto’s career has been in a cycle. Ever since Donkey Kong, the first time he ever worked as a game designer, it appears he has an inseparable bond with the athletic game genre.

First of all, any game in which almost all the characters are pushed out to the front (including “athletic games”) can be divided in the following sub-categories depending on the objective the player needs to fulfill in order clear a single stage.

A so-called “chase game” where the purpose is to avoid obstacles and enemies while doing a certain task (such as eating all the dots or reaching the exit). Examples include Pac-Man, Mappy and Chuck’n Pop.

A game where the objective is to defeat a set amount of enemies such as Dig Dug or Bubble Bobble.

Donkey Kong, Mr. Miyamoto’s maiden title, clearly belonged to the first category (although it might be a bit misleading to call it a “chase game”, since the enemies and obstacles only move at a regular pace). I remember it felt pretty fresh at the time to play a game made basically about “jumping”.

The objective of the game was changed for the original Mario Bros., which now felt into the second category. In addition to the Jump from Donkey Kong, Mario Bros. introduced “headbutting” as a new method for defeating enemies - This was very groundbreaking. Usually in a second category game, it was expected for the player to shoot bullets or some kind of equivalent. Substituting that with such an unusual method as “headbutting” was the nature, and significance, of the original Mario Bros. When it comes to games that feature unique methods of defeating enemies, it is surprising rare for titles released prior to Mario Bros. The games that suddenly comes to mind are titles such as Heiankyō Alien, where you dig and fill-in holes, and Libble Rabble, which employs a unique method called “bashishi”. [Translator’s note: The “bashishi” refers to the ability to destroy enemies by using a strand tied to two arrows to enclose them.]

And with Super Mario Bros. released for the Famicom [NES], the ingenuity was further expanded. “Stomping” on enemies has been added as a gameplay element in addition to jumping and headbutting, as well as the option for “Fire Mario” in order to satisfy the desires of players who wanted to shoot bullets. When you consider the type, it’s basically a Category 1 game, but it brings up the image of a Category 2 game to the player, creating a brilliant fusion of both types.

“It’s a type of game that is easily approachable for younger inexperienced players, but can also be played by experienced hardcores without getting tired of it. It’s a fun game, even when you’re just watching other people play from the sidelines. That’s the sort of game that I wanted to create.”

Miyamoto explained why he stepped into the so-called “athletic game” genre (which is a label that I don’t mind using). Super Mario Bros. 3, a game which satisfies such conditions, can be said to be the culmination of the genre.

Some of the Virtues of Super Mario 3

Super Mario Bros. 3 was a huge hit that by the end of 1988 there was even a shortage of supply. I think the following aspects should be noted.

Caption: A card-flipping minigame similar to concentration. There are many hidden items such as 1UPs, Starmen, coins. Since there are only eight patterns to the distribution of the cards, it’s not impossible to memorize them and get a perfect.

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At a first glance it seems like a picture-matching game. You can stop the wheel (?) with the push of a button. If you can memorize the pattern, you can combine the picture into a starman and earn a shocking amount of five extra lives. It’s a perfect aid.

The Spirit of Aiding - Because 1UP mushrooms are plentiful compared to the previous two Mario games, and it’s also easy to get extra lives through minigames such as the picture roulette and concentration, it’s almost hard to get to the Game Over screen. Moreover, I’m glade there are aids that have been employed, such as the technique of picking up consecutive starmen, that take into consideration how well you can play the game comfortably.

The Presentation - Despite being an action game, considerable effort has been put into the game’s presentation in otherwise mundane places. For example, the kings that appear at the end of each world has been transformed into a different animal, in World 4 there levels where you can switch between normal-sized version and a version where all the enemies and environments are larger than usual, and in World 5 there’s a tower that you can climb which takes you to the heavens, where you will find the castle at the end. There’s no limit to the examples I can give. This is a significant improvement over the first two Super Mario games thanks to the increasement of the game’s ROM size. If there is one aspect I think could’ve been improved, was the presentation of the ending could’ve been better.

Scrolling Ideas - It’s rare for a single game to employ various methods of scrolling. There’s free-scrolling with your character, forced-scrolling to the right (and ocassionally diagonally), hi-speed scrolling, ect. The highlights are the flying airships that you enter at the end of each World. Like in Stage 3 of the arcade game R-Type (which also involved moving around a giant airship), you must carefully navigate your character while the stage scrolls through various directions in order to avoid being crush by a wall. While these ideas have been employed by other games in the past, they still deserve merit for the way they’re employed here.

The Music -  I believe the soundtrack to Super Mario Bros. 3 will go down as one of the best in Famicom music’s history. In addition to the sense and atmosphere that makes you feel the uniqueness of each world, what is truly amazing is that they managed to devise a program that makes sound sampling on the Famicom possible. That’s real. Those are the sounds of a real kettledrum and a bassdrum that were recorded through sampling. Following the release of the game, rumors spread that the Super Mario Bros. 3 cartridge employed an integrated chip specifically for the sampled sounds, but Mr. Miyamoto clearly denied such a thing.

Caption: The king who appears in the castle at the end of Worlds 1 through 7 are each transformed into a different animal. You might find yourself laughing at the unexpected transformations. By the way, do you know what happens if you clear a World as Frog Mario?

The Peculiar Details and the Difficulty Setting

Caption: The airship from World 8 is said to be one of the most difficult levels in Super Mario 3. Because of its uneven footholds, along with its high-speed scrolling, the results are quite bad. Perhaps you might even need the P-Wings if you can’t clear it normally.

Caption: Among the enemies with individual patterns in the game, Boo has the most unique concept out of all of them. She only approaches gradually while Mario has his back turned on her. Each of these character establishes have good sense in them.

As mentioned above, Super Mario Bros. 3 has several aspects that are a rank higher than other games. However, when you take into account the game as a whole, it could be said that the secret to its popularity lies in how the details were set. The experts at Nintendo have crafted detailed maps, along with enemy characters that exists mainly to raise the quality of the game, that help motivate players.

Of course, you can’t ignore the perfectly exquisite difficulty setting. When I was playing for the first time, there were many stages where I thought “gah, I hope I don’t have to repeat this again!” Yet, strangely enough, most of the levels can actually be cleared without much of an effort. Although, you could say it depends on how you memorize the level designs, it is at that moment that you truly believe that you’re skilled. It is evident that you gain experience from playing Super Mario Bros. 3 and level-up at a very fast-rate.

Once you’ve become truly skilled, that’s when you start pursuing artistry in your play style. On a certain rough spot, could it be possible to clear it elegantly on the quickest time possible? With that in mind, perhaps the best strategy for certain stages is to aim for a non-stop completion. In fact, if you jump while doing the B-dash, it is possible to stomp on a Goomba and such with dead-on timing.

Caption: For example, when you’re on top of the T-shaped pies in World 1-2 if you’re run off with the B-dash and do a large jump with a clack, you can step on a Para-Goomba like this. If you’re confident in your skills, you might want to try challenging your friends over who has the faster completion time in certain stages (although, it might be foolish to try this on a forced-scrolling level). You may also want to record your own nonstop gameplays on video to make your own “Super Mario Bros.3 Perfect Strategy Video”.

Mr. Miyamoto comments on the excess that led to such a strange setting being accepted by players

“I believe the reason why our players have support our games to such an extent is because we do our work with the utmost sincerity. ‘Don’t make the consumers feel like they’re lost - That’s our policy. Also we never try to deviate from our original intent, our original concept, even if a similar game is released before finish ours. If you do that, then it will be inevitable are that your game’s settings and balance will be ruined.”

It was through this interview that I’ve come to the realization that Mr. Miyamoto is truly one of Japan’s leading video game designers with his firm grasp on video game development.

The Greatest Theme: 2-Player Simultaneous Play

Caption: In 2-players mode, if Mario and Luigi enter the same area, the original Mario Bros. will somehow begin play (this is no hoax). You can understand the importance that Mr. Miyamoto is placed on 2-players gameplay.

“The biggest theme of Super Mario Bros. 3 was making a game that was fun for 2 people to play”

I was a bit surprised by Mr. Miyamoto’s statement. I was aware that Super Mario Bros. 3 has a mode where two players take turns between Mario and Luigi. For example, if Mario completes World 1-1, then it’s Luigi’s turn to play World 1-2, which feels a bit odd at first. I’ve never paid much attention to this mode until Mr. Miyamoto mentioned it. What was his purpose for adding such a mode? The following is his answer.

“In Super Mario Bros. 3, I wanted to give players a ‘field where two people can play together’. For example, you can have a skilled play help out his unskilled sister proceed through the game through cooperation, or have a pair of friends compete to see who gets the highest score. Therefore, when playing in 2-players mode, I would be glad if they approach it like a board game and use the whistles to instantly access any of the 8 worlds they like.”

This could indeed be said to be a challenge to create a new 2-players game for Miyamoto, who made one of the biggest 2-players game ever, the original Mario Bros. However, Miyamoto himself was not satisfied with the 2-players play of Super Mario Bros. 3.

Perhaps there are readers who are thinking “Why don’t they just put Mario and Luigi on-screen in Super Mario Bros. at the same time? That’s such a brilliant idea! Maybe I should become a game designer”, but such an idea is short-sighted. Just having Mario and Luigi on-screen at the same time wouldn’t be viable. To be precise, it’s not impossible, but the quality of the game would suffer.

Figure 1: A situation in 2-players co-op

Let met get into the specifics. Let’s supposed there’s a version of Super Mario Bros. where two players can play simultaneously. Now, consider the situation shown in Figure 1. Mario will naturally try to avoid the Venus Fire Trap by moving towards the right (the direction of the scrolling), but he can’t because Luigi is on the other end of the screen. As a result, a tragedy will occur and Mario will be struck by fire. There’s also the problem that Mario cannot see the enemies that will appear ahead of him since he’s too close to the edge of the screen. In terms of the situation described above, it’s almost impossible to play Super Mario Bros. with two players at the same time, unless forced-scrolling is employed.

Caption: This is Alien Syndrome, an arcade game by Sega. The gruesomeness of the monsters was nice, but during 2-players mode, I was also concerned on where to scroll as well.

With that said, there has been plenty of free-scrolling multiplayer games in the past ,especially arcade games. Titles such as Alien Syndrome, Ikari Warriors and its sequels, Rock ‘n Rage, Dark Adventure, Quartet, and many more. Anyone who has played this game with partner has likely experienced the frustration of screaming while seeing their character died on-screen because the screen wasn’t scrolling like it should. It can be asserted that these types of multiplayer games are absolutely unreasonable systematically. Multiplayer games are only possible either, with a fixed screen or with auto-scrolling - that’s my theory.

Caption: Although it was an early Famicom games, Devil World must be seen for its scrolling ideas. When I was told this was a Shigeru Miyamoto game, I was pretty convinced.

On a side-note, one 2-players game that impressed me with its scrolling was Devil World, a previous game by none other than Mr. Miyamoto himself. This was a game where the direction of the auto-scrolling changes as indicated by the devil at the top of the screen. Although one of the game’s flaws is that the logic behind the scrolling couldn’t be understood during a 2-players game, the concept of an auto-scrolling game that changes direction is still impressive even in this age.

What’s Next For Nintendo’s Top Designer?

Usually this would be part where I would mention the aspects of the game in which I was unsatisfied with and come up with suggestions on how to improve them, but unfortunately (or not).

If I may mention a few things, perhaps the game might be too difficult to players who have never played the previous Mario games or the game might take too many hours to complete if you intend on completing it without using warp zones. With that said, it’s a pretty good game when you consider that those are the only flaws I could think of. 

Is Mr. Miyamoto, who served as producer of this super game, going to continue making games like this? This is a question that is of the interest of many videogame fans. At the end of this interview, while the answer was a bit abstract, I was still able to get it from him .

“I have been in charge of game direction until now. Of course, I will continue doing so in the future, but when the time is right, I would also like to work on planning out a gameplay system too.”

System planning - While Mr. Miyamoto said this quite bluntly, he seems to have considerable preparedness for it. The fact that most recent games don’t have their gameplay systems designed for them, but rather they simply rearrange existing systems, is a situation that Mr. Miyamoto himself is coming to grasp, even though most players can’t imagined it from their standpoint.

What kind of gameplay system is Mr. Miyamoto thinking of? I’ve asked him for the specifics.

“There are many talented creators involved in other industries such as novel authors and filmmakers. Now if only someone would create a system, or perhaps a field, in which such people could get involved in game development with ease... My dream is to create a point of contact for creators active in fields other than video game development.”

In our current situation, it’s pretty difficult to create an interesting game if you don’t already know anything about videogames to some extent. But perhaps, with some kind of tool or aid, we will see infinite possibilities in the game industry that we’ve ever seen before.

Mr. Miyamoto brought up an RPG that is being developed by Nintendo with the cooperation of writer Mr. Shigesato Itoi, best known for his coverage of Namco’s Family Stadium baseball video game “Please look forward to it” remarks Mr. Miyamoto. [TL’s note: Of course, that RPG would be none other than the original MOTHER, which Mr. Yamashita himself would review in a later issue.]

1989 will be an intense year, not just for the Super Famicom, but Nintendo’s software development department in general. [TL’s note: At the time, the Super Famicom was expected to be released in 1989 in Japan, but it was ultimately delayed to 1990.]

Miyamoto’s History of Athletic Games

Donkey Kong (June 1981, Arcade) - The originator of the athletic game genre, as well as the first game Miyamoto was involved as a game designer. Despite the fixed screen format and simple controls that consists of a joystick for moving and a jump button, the game was rich in its variety that it showed. Perhaps it might had been the first game to ever have a jump button, but I can’t say for sure.

Donkey Kong Jr. (July 1982, Arcade) - The sequel to Donkey Kong featured a bold setting in which the roles of the protagonist and antagonist from the previous game were switched. While the gameplay system remained largely unchanged, the switch to a larger protagonist brought on many new ideas. This has been the only game to ever feature Mario as antagonist.

Mario Bros. (April 1983, Arcade) - A game that brought-in 2-players co-op to the gameplay cultivated by Donkey Kong. Both players can proceed throughout the stages in various ways, whether it is by cooperating with each other or by pulling each others’ legs trying to kill each other. It is considered to be one of the greatest 2-players simultaneous game in history.

Super Mario Bros. (September 1985, Famicom) - The game that served as the turning point for the athletic game genre, expanding from a fixed screen to side-scrolling. It would go on to become the biggest hit game for the Famicom, becoming a huge influence to the industry along with Dragon Quest.

Super Mario Bros. 2 [Japanese version] (June 1986, Famicom Disk) -  A sequel known for its hellish difficulty, it was aimed specifically at players who mastered the first game. The game is filled with many situations in which the levels can only be cleared using advanced techniques. With that said, the gameplay system was almost unchanged from the original. There were many people who bought the Disk System add-on just for this game.

Yume Kojō: Doki Doki Panic (July 1987, Famicom Disk) - A game produced in cooperation with the Fuji TV’s event Yume Kōjō. While the game wasn’t much of a success, many of its ideas would go on to inspire Super Mario Bros. 3. In fact, a graphically modified version was released for the NES in North America as its version of Super Mario Bros. 2.

Super Mario Bros. 3 (October 1988, Famicom) - The third installment of the Super Mario series was developed with the idea of rearranging the original with a much larger ROM size. In addition to the high degree of completeness, we cannot overlook the amount of new ideas that were enthusiastically inserted into the game. The hard work that has put into the game can be felt by its presentation.

Super Mario Bros. 4 (working title) - Scheduled to be released this October as one of the launch titles for the Super Famicom. [TL’s note: The Super Famicom wouldn’t be released in Japan until 1990] Our curiousity over the kind of Super Mario game that this new machine will be capable of is endless. One can only expect as much from Mr. Miyamoto’s skills as a producer.

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Gah I’m back. It’s only been like a week since I’ve written anything but that’s like a really long time for me. Okay have a dumb coffee shop au.

The coffee shop was Yuuri’s absolute favourite. It was warm and cosy and cute. It did the most amazing mochas and even had a little stove fire, which was always lit in the cold New York autumn and winter. Phichit also had a couple of shifts there and liked to flick the mini marshmallows at Yuuri’s mouth from behind the counter. Their current record for Yuuri catching one was three tables and a stroller away. The baby in the stroller had seemed impressed even if his mother had been less so.

Yes, those were the reasons the cafe was Yuuri’s favourite. Definitely not because of the hot Russian man who also frequented it with his colleagues on their break. Definitely not.

Yuuri was currently bundled up in a good spot by the little stove, watching the flames lick up the logs inside as he sipped his usual mocha and thumbed the page of his book. He usually managed to nab this spot as Phichit would save it for him when he knew Yuuri was coming in. It also gave him a prime view of the beautiful silver haired Russian man as he chatted to his colleague, a pretty redhead woman.

Yuuri was actually taking a Russian course at college. It had been free, and he figured why not take advantage of a free language lesson when he’ll have to pay for them when he graduates? It could only increase his chances of getting hired.

His language skills were still not the best, but today the beautiful Russian man and his friend were actually sitting within earshot, so Yuuri tried to listen in to help him pick up a few phrases. But thanks to the noise of the other patrons and his own rusty skills he only got bits and pieces.

“...will be so angry with you, Victor… just don’t do anything stupid… last month’s… the Versace fiasco... next season’s line…”

It was the redhead who was talking, and from what Yuuri could pick up, Victor, as he now knew the beautiful man’s name to be, was at risk at being in trouble with someone. Also they seemed to work in fashion, which made complete sense. Victor and his friends were always dressed amazingly. Not that Yuuri knew much about clothes. He himself was just glad when he’d done enough laundry to avoid wearing one of the t-shirts Phichit bought him, which usually sported slogans like “Bubble Butt” and “Man Crushing Thighs”.

Victor and the redhead had moved on to talking about the coffee. Victor seemed to be complimenting it, only for the redhead to laugh for some reason.

“Oh please, I know that the only reason you come here is because of your cute coffee boy,” she was saying, and Yuuri’s first thought was that he was amazed and pleased he’d understood a full sentence. Then his heart plummeted.

Who was the cute coffee boy? Was it Phichit? It seemed likely. He was very pretty and Victor did always seem to be here during Phichit’s shifts.

“I’m also here for the coffee!” Victor protested.

And then, inexplicably, his eyes flicked over to Yuuri. Yuuri hurriedly looked back down at his book, his ears burning with the thought of being caught staring.

“...just so cute… with the reading though… wearing a sign saying ‘Don’t Talk To Me I’m Not Interested’... wouldn’t want to be that guy.”

Yuuri huffed. He wasn’t sure if he was pleased or annoyed that he couldn’t quite translate all of what Victor was saying. On the one hand, he didn’t think he wanted to know more about his Favourite Unfairly Beautiful Man’s crush on his best friend. But on the other, well… everything Victor said was a gift. All soft and rumbly with the accent, but bubbly in tone like… like the best champagne.

“...when it’s styled… but fluffy hair look? Adorable, ten out of ten, would pine for again.”

The redhead laughed and Yuuri fought the urge to take a peek at the pair.

“I think you should go for it,” she said, making Yuuri’s heart stutter. “What’s the worst that can happen? ...maybe a bit awkward if you run into each other, but there’s plenty of coffee shops around.”

Yuuri bit his lip, staring intently at the words on the page without taking any of them in. He could not watch Victor ask Phichit out. He could not.

Yes okay, he didn’t even know Victor, had never worked up the courage to so much as smile at him never mind talk to him, but it was his best friend and roommate. God what if Phichit said yes? No, no, he wouldn’t do that, Yuuri told himself desperately as he gave a panicked glance over to where Victor was pursing his lips as though considering the idea. Phichit knew Yuuri liked the hot Russian who frequented the cafe, he certainly teased Yuuri enough about it. But then as Yuuri had just thought, he had never even spoken to Victor. He had no claim on him. Phichit, lovely, popular, beautiful Phichit, would be completely within his rights to date Victor.

What if they started hanging out at the apartment? Being all attractive and coupley while Yuuri ate American microwave ramen that was an insult to his ancestors?

No, the thought was too awful. Yuuri sprang to his feet at the same time as Victor stood up.

Shit, shitting hell. Dang and nammit. He needed to leave.

Yuuri fumbled for his things, suddenly cursing himself at being so terrible with the cold weather that he had so many layers. Why did he have two books? He hadn’t finished the first one, there was absolutely no need to be carrying the second just in case he finished the first.

Yuuri had managed to get his arm through his hoodie, was clutching his coat in one hand, had dropped both books and could taste what felt like his diaphragm in his mouth, when a pair of feet stopped in front of him. Yuuri looked up.

And knocked the remainder of his mocha over.

“Whoopsie!” said Victor, diving forward to catch the mug at the same time as Yuuri.

This of course meant they smacked heads and Yuuri let out a whimper that was a combination of pain and complete, utter, send me to hell mortification.

“Blyad,” Victor said, making Yuuri wince as Victor rubbed at his forehead.

Somewhere behind him Yuuri thought he heard Phichit make a noise that sounded alarming like the coffee machine frother. Though perhaps that was actually the coffee machine, Yuuri didn’t know Victor was smiling at him oh god.

“Well that is not how I wanted to introduce myself, but there we go,” Victor said, dropping his hand as he continued to smile at Yuuri for some unknown reason.

“Err…” was Yuuri’s eloquent and witty response.

Victor however seemed unphased, flipping his fringe out of his eyes and fixing Yuuri with a smirk that made him want to climb up the chimney above the stove to escape the feeling it gave him.

“I’m Victor. I’ve seen you in here a couple of times.”

“Err… yes?”

One of Yuuri’s most intelligent rejoiners, surely. He coughed and mentally kicked himself.

“Yes, um, I’ve seen you… too.”

So much better.

Despite Yuuri’s complete and utter humiliation, Victor grinned at the response, apparently delighted.

“So we’ve both been seeing each other,” he said with a wink, which oh god the smirk was bad enough. “Perhaps we could see each other somewhere else too?”

What.

“Maybe dinner? Or another cafe? I’m not fussy.”

What the absolute shitting hell.

“Sorry, I’m going about this all wrong,” Victor said, showing the first sign of embarrassment as Yuuri continued to gape at him like a mute fish. Not that fish spoke. Fish were always mute. For the love of god why was he thinking about fish when Victor was clearly the spiciest salmon roll in the ocean?

Yuuri was going to lobotomise himself.

“Perhaps I can get your name first?”

Yuuri’s disbelief and shock had apparently reached some kind of internal limit and defused into a sort of emotionless plateau.

“It’s Yuuri,” he said, slightly croaky, a little flat, but an actually acceptable response.

“Yuuri,” Victor purred, and if Yuuri hadn’t been so overwhelmed he may have trembled apart at the way Victor said his name. He still might. “Well, Yuuri, maybe I can get your number so we can talk more about that date?”

Yuuri’s emotions slammed back into him at Victor’s last word, bringing with them the sort of heat to his cheeks that he’d only previously felt from the New York sidewalk in the middle of July.

Despite this rather alarming state of being, Yuuri was able to accept the phone Victor was pushing at him after creating a new contact for him. He stared for a moment at the little hearts tagged onto the end of his name in the contact, and promptly felt all the blood leave his face again. If he kept going like this he was going to end up in the emergency room.

Yuuri typed his number out numbly and handed the phone back to Victor, his fingers all tingly.

“Wow, thank you so much,” Victor said, with such genuinity Yuuri could only stare at him. “I’ll text you later so you’ve got mine. I’m not going to do it front of you to make sure you gave me the right one, that’d be weird, and, shit, totally within your rights to, um…”

Yuuri watched with a kind of disjointed fascination at the way Victor cut himself off, a blush to rival Yuuri’s blooming over his cheeks as he fumbled the phone back into his pocket.

“Sure,” Yuuri said, managing to find his voice in the face of Victor’s apparent embarrassment. “I look forward to it.”

“Great,” Victor let out on a sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair and looking slightly more centred.

Then he glanced over his shoulder at his friend, who was getting to her feet with an amused expression that she couldn’t completely hide as she drained the last of her coffee.

“Ah, well, it looks like I better be going,” Victor said, turning back to Yuuri with a sheepish smile.

“Well I’ll… look forward to your text.”

Shit, he’d already said that. Moron.

“Great,” Victor said on a breathless sigh, smile widening into a more genuine grin. God, that was cute. “Well… see you.”

Then Victor was turning away and Yuuri was watching him go as though from behind a pane of glass. As Victor pushed the door open and threw one last smile over his shoulder at Yuuri before exiting, what had just happened fully hit Yuuri. He sank back into his armchair with a noise not unlike a balloon deflating.

Through the fingers he had pressed over his eyes, Yuuri saw Phichit hurrying over to watch Victor go through the window.

“He just did the nerdiest little celebration dance,” Phichit called over the heads of all the other patrons, who could you know, hear him. “By my jelly sandals, you two are perfect for each other.”

Yuuri summoned enough energy to fling his empty muffin wrapper at Phichit. Then had to apologise when it hit one of the stroller patroller mothers.

Feel free to send me prompts! Apparently I need them atm. Find me on Ao3 :)