#and i wouldn't have had those middle school friends if i hadn't been staring at the ceiling not listening to the coach on the first day of

[hyliasblade]

//'tumblr was a very large and important part of my adolescent years' <- a sentence that is both very true and very deranged

[chrissv4mp]

i'll love you 'til the day that i die! MATT S.

summary: you and matt have been frenemies since the 8th grade. when you both go to homecoming, you get picked for homecoming queen, and chris is your king. matt can't help but storm outside of the school angrily.

pairing: matt sturniolo × fem!reader

warnings/topics: arguments, vulgar language, fluff, sorta angst, confessions, highschool au, etc.

a/n: LOVE THIS SONG SMSMSMS also this probably makes no sense towards the end cause i was purely running on 2 bottles of water😖

"matt," you exclaimed, running into his room without any warning.

he jumped a little, eyes snapping toward the direction of his bedroom door.

you took a seat at his desk, pushing yourself toward his bed with your feet before spinning around to face him.

"why do you have so much energy this early in the morning?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he had just woken up a few minutes ago.

"cause, i just got big news? and, sorry for being so happy to see you?" you joked, rolling your eyes and leaning back in the chair.

matt hummed in curiosity, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it look better, "and what's the news?"

you almost couldn't stay still, changing the way you were sitting every moment or so.

"i got nominated for homecoming queen!" you all but yelled, making matt flinch slightly at the loud noise.

his smile was small, but very smug as if he was gonna say something to bring you down.

he could never shut his mouth whenever you brought up something good that happened to you, he always had to one-up you.

"cool, cool, but i've gotten nominated for homecoming king like years in a row. it's nothing big to be nominated once," he shrugged, keeping direct eye contact with you and watching as your face contorted into a subtle look of sadness.

your frown was small, and if matt hadn't been the one to trigger it, then he probably wouldn't have noticed.

he always did this, and you should've been used to it by now. but, god, did matt know how to push your buttons.

"yeah, well, i didn't see your name on there this time. you're not someone special, y'know?" you laughed, trying to hide your frustration.

matt's grin only widened at your words, "huh. well, it'll be there by tonight. those girls can't resist my charm, not even you, y/n."

"shut up. nobody wants a homecoming king that's an asshole to every girl he meets." you groaned, crossing your arms over each other.

"maybe, but you're the only girl i dislike at the school." matt bit back, leaning against his headboard as he stared you down.

you let out a quiet huff, looking around his room and letting your eyes land on the corkboard he had on the wall opposite his closet.

there were letters, pictures, and polaroids of all of his friends. and in one corner, there was a polaroid of you and him at the beach.

there was writing below it, 'i want u to stay 'till i'm in the grave<3' it was in dark blue sharpie.

your lips upturned into a small smile. he didn't hate you. he never really could, even if he tried.

"doesn't seem like you dislike me," you broke the silence, pointing over at the board.

matt's smile dropped, and his face flushed a soft pink color as he sat up straight. "just get out, would you!"

you giggled to yourself as you got off his chair, not forgetting to give him the middle finger before closing his door and walking back down the hall.

nick looked up from the sink as he heard your footsteps walking past the kitchen, turning around to look at you.

"bye, y/n," he smiled softly, waving over at you and accidently splashing water on the kitchen counter.

"see you later, nick," you smiled, waving back before resuming your walk down the stairs and out of the house.

"birds of a feather," chris said, breaking the silence between the four of you.

nick raised an eyebrow, looking to the side to see if chris was talking to him.

the younger boy was pointing over at you and matt, at the opposite end of the booth you all were sitting at.

"what?" matt laughed over the loud chatter of the cafeteria, crossing his arms before looking over at you.

you were confused just as he was, staring over at chris with an unsure look on your face, "right... and what are you yapping on about this time?"

chris looked dumbfounded, staring at the three of you in disbelief as he scoffed, "you guys seriously don't know that saying? i thought you were older than me."

"by, like, 2 seconds?" nick said, leaning on the table as he picked at the cafeteria food with a plastic fork.

chris punched his brother softly, rolling his eyes before explaining, "birds of a feather flock together, it basically means you guys are alike in one way or another."

matt laughed, looking over at you before giving his attention back to chris, "we are nothing alike, trust me. she's horrible at communicating, and i'm amazing at it. i'm popular. she's not."

"yeah, he's stupid, and i'm smart. remind me how we're alike, again?" matt looked away at your remark, silently mocking you.

"look at your outfits right now, if i didn't know any better i would think you guys are matching." chris pointed out, nodding his head in your direction.

nick nodded, "he's right, you guys look like a couple."

both yours and matts face flushed bright pink, and you looked seperate ways, embarrassment washing over the two of you.

"yeah, more like a couple of friends." you forced out, looking back up at nick and chris.

nick raised his eyebrows, looking away.

"and not to mention the many times you both have said the same phrase. like, tell me you hang out too much without telling me you hang out too much?" chris joked, laughing at himself.

nick chuckled quietly, nodding his head in agreement with his brothers.

"that's a coincidence." you mumbled, sitting up straight.

"it's happened more than i can count, i don't think it's a coincidence of any sort." nick said, looking over at matt, who just dragged his hands down his face.

"well, whatever. not like it's gonna last forever," matt said, and before anyone could reply, he stood up and left to his next class.

the bell rang a few seconds after, and you, nick, and chris gave each other confused looks.

"sorry, y/n. he's probably just had a rough day, i promise you he doesn't mean it." nick reassured you, reaching over the table to hold your hand.

he left a few moments later, and chris stayed with you.

"don't take it to heart, 'kay?" chris muttered softly, smiling at you.

you nodded, and chris began to add on, "i've seen him cry over you. he tells me he doesn't know why. all he says is that he doesn't think he could love you more than he already does."

nodding, smiling softly before watching chris get up and leave. now it was just you and your thoughts at the table alone.

huh. who would've thought matthew sturniolo, one of the most popular guys at school, would be crying over you, quiet, kept to herself, y/n l/n?

you couldn't tease him about it, you did the same thing for him. you always cried over matt, not even knowing why because he had never really hurt you.

you always just sobbed to nick about how you would love him 'til the day that he dies. and after those words registered in your head, you only cried more at the thought of matt dying.

but those nights, you were usually drunk or super high. nick always knew how to calm you down, though, he was always there for you whenever you needed.

matt had also occasionally been there for you in your lowest times, never hesitating to break the speed limit getting to your house.

he always confronted the boys that had stood you up, never let anyone talk bad about you or even give you dirty looks. even if he didn't consider you a friend, you thought of him as one.

"i just don't understand," matt whispered shakily as he looked up at the night sky, stars scattered all around and lighting the place around in just the slightest.

you sat next to him, fingers playing with the blanket the both of you were on, "what don't you understand?"

he shrugged, "i don't understand how anyone could love me."

your neck snapped in his direction, eyes widening a little as a million thoughts came to your mind.

you wanted him to see how he looked in your eyes. he was the funniest, most handsome, kind boy you have ever met (even if he did occasionally tick you off).

you wanted him to know how many subtle compliments you gave him that he never noticed, but still took.

but then again, you wanted to just tell him how he was so full of shit. he knew that anyone and everyone was capable of loving him.

he knew that he could get anyone wrapped around his finger in less than a week. hell, he sure got you wrapped around his finger in just a matter of 2 days.

"i just don't get what people see in me. sometimes i just want to quit everything i do at the thought of it." matt added, finally turning his head to look at you.

your gaze softened as he looked you in the eyes, a subtle look of concern plastered on your face as you reached out to pat his shoulder.

"don't be stupid, matthew. i think that if anyone even glanced in your direction, they would instantly fall in love. you're all any girl would want."

matt smiled, and you reached over to move his hair to see his face better. he was truly beautiful. you couldn't ever get tired of the sight of him.

"you really think that?" matt asked, and there was just the tiniest hint of smugness in his voice.

you nodded, tilting your head to see matt better in the pale moonlight.

"i do," you whispered, and before matt could speak, you cut him off, "and don't ruin this moment with one of your stupid remarks, matthew."

matt's lips parted, but he chose to stay silent. he was grateful for moments like this with you, when it was just you two alone and nobody else.

he loved being alone with you, especially late at night when you guys would have these deep talks. no words spoken here would ever leave, neither of you would bring those topics up.

it was a nice feeling, one that made him feel safe and secure in your presence.

as the months passed by and new memories with you were made, matt felt like you were slowly creeping into his heart, invading all of his senses.

all he could think about was you now, and he couldn't ever get you out of his head. not even when he was in boston, more than 2,000 miles away from you.

it came so fast, and you almost couldn't believe that you were standing outside of your high-school with your best friends, all dressed formally.

you were wearing a satin dark blue dress that went down to your knees, while matt and chris were wearing suits and ties.

matt's suit was navy blue, his dress pants being white to match with chris, who was wearing a white suit and navy blue dress pants.

nick wore an all blue suit, his tie being the only white thing on his outfit besides from his collared shirt he wore underneath the suit.

"holy shit, you're stunning, y/n!" nick exclaimed, stretching his arms out before you hugged him tightly.

he smiled into your hair, patting your back before pulling away from your embrace.

"talk about stunning, look at yourself, nicolas! you look amazing, blue looks beautiful on you." you complimented, smiling up at him before walking to stand beside him.

he interlocked your arms, and you finally got the chance to look over matt and chris' suits.

"we look better than you guys ever could," matt said, swinging his arm over chris' shoulder and pulling him closer.

chris smiled, nodding in agreement as he wrapped his arm around matt's waist.

"i don't know, y/n's dress might beat us." the younger boy shrugged, to which matt rolled his eyes at.

"you tell yourselves whatever you want, we're gonna go inside to get the night started," nick stated, pushing past chris and matt and purposely shoving matt playfully.

the two brunette boys weren't slow to follow you and nick, chris rushing in front of you to hold the door open.

when the four of you got intonthe gym, it immediately felt like you guys were gonna have the best night ever.

the lighting was a darker blue, illuminating all the bodies beneath it and capturing every small movement the kids made.

"wow," you whispered, and nick echoed you.

"hello, and welcome, los angeles lions to our 34th annual homecoming dance!" madi exclaimed into the microphone, her eyes scanning the paper she was holding.

the school cheered in excitement, and chris screamed out an encouragement for madi.

she smiled at all the familiar faces before leaning into the microphone to read from the paper again, "these past few weeks have been a little chaotic with all of the new nominees for both homecoming queen, and homecoming king, and tonight won't be any less chaotic."

"now, i'm honored to welcome up on stage the nominees for homecoming queen," madi spoke before flipping the paper over to the other side.

she read over the names, and a big smile came to her face when her eyes landed on the first one.

"please welcome up to the stage y/n l/n," she said, her smile frowing impossibly wider.

chris and nick shoved you around playfully before you finally came to your senses and ran up to the stage. it was an unreal experience, being one of the nominees, you felt like you couldn't compare to any of the other girls.

"alahna estrella," madi said, reading a few more names over the loud cheering of the students before she moved onto the boys.

the gym went silent once madi announced that she would be calling up the boys for homecoming king, now.

"now, i'm very happy to call up to the stage one of the very popular sturniolo triplets..."

matt got ready to walk up to the stage, but when the name fell from madi's mouth, he froze in shock.

"christopher sturniolo!" she said happily, clapping along with the other students.

your eyes widened at the sound of chris' name being called, and you clapped for him.

nick watched as chris made his way up the stairs onto the stage, yelling out his name and clapping for his brother.

matt clapped slowly, the realization that he wouldn't get to be the homecoming king washing over him. whatever, it didn't matter anyway because he already had 3 crowns from past years.

more names were called, and even nate was invited up to the stage as a nominee for homecoming king.

when the crowd settled down, madi had began to speak again, "now, the announcement that we've all been waiting for... this year's homecoming king is.."

madi's eye widened in surprise before she smiled big and read off his name, "christopher sturniolo!"

matt sighed, clapping for his brother. he was happy sure, but then again he was jealous. things always went his way, and he just wasn't ready for this happen.

was he being selfish?

after chris was crowned homecoming king, he stood beside madi up on the stage, smiling big at all the students of his high-school.

"and, for your homecoming queen. this year's homecoming queen is y/n l/n!" madi said, clapping proudly at you as she watched you get crowned.

you couldn't believe it. it felt surreal, like you were in a dream you couldn't wake up from. as you walked over to chris, he pulled you into a huge hug, muttering a quiet, "congratulations." into your ear.

madi took yours and chris' hand as she walked back up to the mic, bringing all of your hands into the air as she yelled out into the microphone.

"please give big love to our new homecoming king and queen, y/n and chris!"

the students cheered, some jumping up and down out of excitement as they screamed their hearts out.

matt huffed angrily, jumping out of his seat before pushing his way past multiple people to get to the exit.

he didn't go unnoticed by you, your eyes following him as he stormed out of the gymnasium.

you were surprised the door hadn't made a sound, it looked like he slammed into the door without even flinching.

"shit," you whispered, worry flashing over your features.

as soon as you got off stage, you ran out of the gym, ignoring all of the people who tried to congratulate you on your way down.

you ran outside of the school, turning every way to try and spot matt. when you did, his eyes locked with yours.

he was sat on the sidewalk, a streetlight illuminating his face as the spotlights had done inside.

you ran over to him, taking a seat next to him and scooting close to him.

it was silent for a few minutes. the two of you just absorbed in all of your thoughts about what just happened.

"congratulations on homecoming queen, i'm happy for you." matt said, looking over into your eyes.

you smiled, "thanks."

"sorry you weren't nominated, i thought you would have been considering you have been every other year." you apologized, and matt shook his head softly.

it wasn't just that, it was the fact that his brother was your homecoming king. it was the knowledge that matt would never get to be your king.

it was the fact that he would never get to be yours.

"i'm sorry, i just can't do this anymore, y/n." matt stood up from his spot, and you looked up at him.

you raised an eyebrow, worry still lingering in your head from matt's earlier outburst, "what? you can't do what?"

you stood up next, now face to face with the boy you both hated and loved the most.

"i just don't understand what we are, what i mean to you and what you even think of me. you keep giving me these fucking mixed signals and i don't know how to interpret them!" matt held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples in an effort to calm himself down.

you swore you felt your heart shatter at his words. maybe this wasn't gonna be the best night you've ever had.

"what- mixed signals? i.. matt, what are you talking about?" you thought you knew what he was getting at, but as the words came out of your mouth, the thoughts fled from your mind.

matt muttered inaudible words before he finally spoke clearly, "you keep pushing me away and then pulling me back again, and i don't know what to do, y/n."

"do you want me, or am i just some guy you're toying with to get popularity? one minute you're nice and you have my back, and the next you're so fucking cold it's like i'm not even there, like you don't even care about me."

your eyebrows furrowed, he was explaining exactly how he made you feel.

"don't be a hypocrite, matt. i don't even act that way, you're explaining exactly what you make me think. i have all these thoughts and ideas i want to share with you, but when i do, you come over and push them down. why would i even want popularity? i don't give a shit about it, matt!"

"why do you do this to me, seriously?" your voice cracked, and only then did matt realize you were crying.

he groaned, taking small paces back and forth as he breathed heavily.

when he stopped, he was right in front of you, gaze soft as he stared into your e/c eyes.

"because i love you," he finally spilled it, and he didn't regret it. not at all.

the look on your face was not at all what he was expecting. he thought you might he disgusted or even angry.

"don't act so surprised, y/n." he said quietly, cupping your face with his hands.

they were cold, but you still leaned into his touch as he wiped away your tears.

he pulled you closer to him, and you ended up in his arms as you began to calm down. "god, i hate you, matt."

"yeah? well i'll love you 'till the day that i die." he muttered softly.

you laughed quietly, punching him playfully before pulling away.

he stayed silent, a soft smile on his face. as he continued to stare at you, he started to realize more and more things.

one thing he realized was that he never wanted to say goodbye.

maybe chris was right. maybe you two were birds of a feather.

. . . . . . . . .

tags: @cindylcuwho

[silent-stories]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

Pairing: Eddie x GN!Reader

Summary: Eddie can't sleep and you find out it's because he has to go back to school after his name was cleared.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mention of scars and bullying

Note: everything i write lately feels just so stupid and without any emotion so i don’t really know how to feel about this :')

When you woke up you immediately realized that something had changed, that something was wrong and when you turned around in bed and found an empty space next to you you understood what it was: Eddie was no longer with you.

Eddie, who would be back in school the next day after the Upside Down and after Hopper cleared his name.

The sheet slipped off your body as you got out of bed, you grabbed one of the shirts Eddie had left on a chair, and slipped it on as you walked down the short corridor of his trailer.

You found him sitting in the dark of the kitchen corner and, if it hadn't been for the moonbeams filtering through the window, you probably wouldn't have even seen him.

He was staring at an indefinite point in front of him, as if absorbed in his deepest thoughts.

"Eddie?" you softly asked, walking slowly towards him.

He snapped his head up, relaxing and slightly smiling seeing you. "Hey sweetheart. I woke you up didn't I? The walls are so thin you can hear every little noise here."

When you reached him, stopping in front of him still sitting on the chair, he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist and push you close to him, between his legs.

"It's not because you made noise, Teddie. My boy wasn't next to me anymore, I could feel it."

He rested his head on your chest for a moment. "I'm sorry." He murmured then.

"Don't be. What woke you up?"

"Fear." His voice was shaky.

"Fear of what?" You reached out a hand, rubbing his shoulder and drawing circles with your thumb, as if to calm him down.

"Of going back there." His voice was thin and almost frightened, like a child's afraid to go to the doctor.

"Eddie-"

"Don't tell me everything will be fine, I know it won't. Those people treated me like shit before everything happened, I can't even imagine what they'll do tomorrow when I'll be back at school. Because even if your cop friend told everyone I was innocent, for the rest of the town I'll always be the responsible, the murderer, the freak. They wanted me dead before, now they want it even more." His eyes were watery and his hands on his waist were now gripping the Metallica shirt you'd put on a few minutes before, as if he was afraid you were going to run away, tired of all the problems being with him entailed.

"So please don't tell me everything will be fine, that no one will yell at me when I'll walk down the hallway tomorrow and that I won't find my locker covered in indelible writing and etchings because I know people can be so fucking mean. And I know tomorrow they will be." His tone wasn't angry, he sounded more defeated, and tired.

Your hand on his shoulder gently moved a few inches, finding the base of his neck and continued to gently caress the scarred skin there.

"I'm not saying that."

Eddie tilted his head slightly, like a puppy who doesn't understand what's going on.

"I'm not saying it will be easy. But I'm saying I'll be there with you. I'm saying that I'm going to sit next to you in every class and we'll walk down those goddamn hallways together. You won't be alone, okay?"

There you were again, showing him what it felt like to be cared for. To be loved. Eddie thought he'd never really get used to that.

He slowly stood up, his hands on your waist softly pushing you against him as he wrapped his arms around you. He left a kiss on your hairline before resting his chin on your head and standing there in the middle of the trailer, just holding you.

"I'm just so fucking scared." He mumbled against your hair.

"I know" your hand gently stroked his back. "I'll be with you. We'll be with you and I won't let them hurt you."

Eddie knew that by "we" you meant all of Hellfire and Corroded Coffin as well.

After a few moments he placed his hands on your shoulders to slightly pull you away so that he could see you in the eyes, and then cupped your face with his hands. His thumbs gently ran on your cheeks.

It was weird not feeling the sensation of the rings that he took off just to go to bed against your skin.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" He asked, now softly smiling at you.

"You tell me that only about a hundred times a day, so I'm not sure yet."

He chuckled and you loved that sound.

You reached up, your thumb carefully traced the outline of his lower lip, engraving the image of him to your heart forever.

His eyes were sparkling in the dark, his skin was lightly illuminated by the moonlight, the scars on his arms and neck looked silver in it and his hair was a total mess but you knew it was one of the softest things you've ever touched in your entire life.

He leaned towards your touch. "I'll say it again then: I love you."

"I live you too." You giggled. "And with that, we should be at hundred and one."

The answer you got was the feeling of his soft lips molding together with yours in a sweer kiss that was somewhere between a way to tell you he loved you and a way to shut you up.

"How about we go back to bed and you try to sleep again?" You asked.

He nodded as your hand slipped into his, as it would every time in the school parking lot until you entered the classroom.

You walked down the corridor again and reached his room.

There, when Eddie rested his head on your stomach and wrapped his arms around you as you ran your fingers through his hair and caressed his back, he thought it didn't matter what happened the next day, what other people said or how they looked at him. You were with him, the Hellfire was with him, his friends, his family was with him and they wouldn't leave him and that was all he really needed.

Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7 @pipsqueakkitten @navs-bhat @michaelfuckinglangdon

[sorreysorren]

the remnants of two old friends

now, you were no longer kids, you hadn't seen each other in years, and he didn't have the means to be a striker anymore.

sae stared at his screen, your name glowing in bold as he watched the last ring go through.

to pick up, or to not pick up.

he supposed it was about time you got word of his presence in japan.

he hadn't been planning on staying long; he'd been planning to renew his passport, but that damned blue lock changed things.

it's not that he didn't want to see you.

he was reluctant to contact you or answer any of your messages.

he wasn't one to think hard about simple actions like answering a message or a call, but he had to think a little longer when it was from you.

you, who miraculously had the same schedule as him in middle school.

you, who'd been to all of his middle school soccer games.

you, who supported his ambition to be a striker.

you, who'd been there when he left for spain.

now, you were no longer kids, you hadn't seen each other in years, and he didn't have the means to be a striker anymore.

all of these things changed.

he was aware he probably changed as a person, and that only meant the same for you. he knew that much, and at least that would never change.

your being corresponded to his.

- - -

the both of you kept in touch when he first left for spain. it started with in-depth conversations about small changes in life without the other, to brief updates, simple good mornings and goodnights, to by the 4th year almost no messages at all.

it's not like either of you had meant to drift apart.

you each believed the other to be at different points in their lives therefore believing that in some way, that unspoken "proportionality" between you was severed.

- - -

he never thought he'd feel this way about you.

no, it wasn't the warm fuzzy feeling that people describe when they talk about someone they love. he, too, knew about this feeling once.

this wasn't even anything near that.

this was dull, bland, and flat. the type of distant feeling one would feel towards a passerby. towards a stranger.

you weren't either of those things.

you weren't.

but maybe now you were.

he stared at his phone, unlocking it.

there were three missed calls from you.

he wondered: did you give up, or would you try again later?

you wondered: will he ignore it, or will he pick up next time?

it wouldn't be until hours later that the two of you make up your minds about each other.

he picked up his phone to call you, and you picked up your phone to text him.

just as you begin typing, your phone rings.

you stare at your screen, sae's name glowing in bold as you slide your screen to pick up.

a/n: TYSM FOR READING i literally almost gave up writing this bc i accidentally got rid of the draft so i had to rewrite everything in one sitting FROM MEMORY.

a BIG thanks to the muppets soundtrack for getting me through this.

taglist: @huaposh @bloodypaintersgf @gigiiiiislife @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife @hanmasfavoritegirl @ewlyq @vagueval

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED EARLIER THAN I MEANT TO. AND I STILL HAD TO EDIT,,, SORRY IF IT TAGGED U MULTIPLE TIMES.

[warping-realities]

Dalton Academy - Consuming Rage

Jaime was in a modest kitchen, a strong wind was blowing outside, lashing the walls, but he knew he was safe inside, smelling the familiar smell of sugar and cinnamon that reminded him of someone, someone he knew, someone who was important to him. Someone who he hadn't seen for a long time. And so he knew he could only be dreaming.

"Hola mijo..."

"¿Abuela? ¿Donde estamos? ¿Qué está pasando?"

"No tenemos mucho tiempo Jaime cariño. Siempre fuiste mi pequeño rayo de sol, tan brillante, capaz de iluminar el mundo entero...

...todavía...

.... este lugar en el que estás no es para ti...

...él cambia a todos....

...sal de ahí Jaime...

...este lugar te chupará la luz... te apagará...

...este es un lugar de depredadores...

...y en él sólo hay lugar para ellos...

...sal de ahí Jaime...

...antes de que tu luz se apague...

....antes de que te quedes atrapado en la oscuridad....

...con ellos....

...como ellos..."

The scene changed, he was no longer in his childhood home, but in front of the entrance to a cave where that same wind was blowing, stirring his clothes and hair. He was standing still, unable to move. Next to him were a bunch of puppies, three of them playing and a fourth sleeping by his leg. The mouth of the cave was dark and impenetrable and he couldn't stop staring at it. Until a figure slowly emerged from it, a creature, huge, covered in fur, eyes with a predatory gleam and fangs in a long snout, fangs that seemed almost to smile. The wolf stopped at the entrance to the cave and lay down, staring at him and the cubs with those bright eyes. Until one of them defiantly approached the cave and its occupant.

Jaime wanted to yell at him to stop so he wouldn't go. But he went. Before going back to where he had come from the wolf looked back towards Jaime and the other puppies, who were no longer playing.

Everything was silent for a moment, even the wind seemed to stop... until the yelps started.

The cubs scattered in all directions, and the same instinct to flee took hold of him, but he was still paralyzed, incapable of any movement and remained so until the yelps were drowned out by a howl, loud and aggressive that made his blood run cold. But not as much as what came next, the pup's yelps slowly becoming a howl of their own, just as loud and aggressive as the other, until both combined in unison with the rising wind noise. So loud that he didn't even realize that his own screams had joined that sinister melody.

….

"Michael, no, Michael..."

"Sanchez wake up... Sanchez!"

"Ngh... agh..."

"Sanchez! Jaime! Wake up man!"

Jaime opened his eyes, it was the middle of the night, he was lying on his bed, with the sheets turned over and his body drenched in sweat.

"Are you okay, man?"

Asked Jacob Miller, his roommate.

"I… yeah… it was just a nightmare."

"It must have been a bad one...so who is Michael?"

"Michael?"

"Yeah, you kept mentioning that name."

"I…I don't know…a friend…maybe?"

But Jaime didn't have any friends by that name. Not that he remembered.

But then why did thinking about that name bring him a strange feeling of emptiness, he thought as he listened to the rumble of his colleague's breathing in the bed next to him.

….

"Did you hear that Sanchez wet his bed yesterday?"

"Why would I care about that, Mike?"

"Because from what you told me he..."

"Not here, let's have this conversation at the club later."

It was the end of PE class and Chad and Mike were in the locker room getting changed for next period. Surrounded by classmates and the gossip that had spread through the school like fire through dry straw.

"Besides, people are making too much of what happened, as far as I know he just had a bad dream."

Chad continued as he took off his sweat-soaked training shirt.

"But what if this is a sign or ..."

"Michael!"

"Sorry, we'll leave it for later, you're right."

"And when I'm not correct?"

"Asshole"

"What happened to the King of Cleverness, Big Mike?"

"He befriended a fucking asshole."

Mike responded laughing at the inside joke and being accompanied by Chad.

"Like I said, let's talk about this later, when we're alone. Until then, we have other matters to deal with. Are you prepared to do what I instructed you to do?"

"Yes, but I don't understand how that can be possible."

"I already told you, wait and see... trust me."

"Well, I don't think I have any other choice, do I?"

"Not if you want to expand our little brotherhood with the right men."

"Edward Chang is not exactly my definition of a man, right or wrong."

Answered Mike looking at the thin young man sitting on a bench, looking extremely out of place in that environment and probably waiting for everyone to leave to change.

"What you need to understand is that he doesn't need to fit your or my definition of right, not now, aniway. Right now what our colleague needs is someone to help him fit that definition. And no one better than we to do that"

"I still don't understand how that could be possible."

"Don't make me repeat myself, Mike, you'll soon understand. Edward Chang is about to receive an upgrade and you'll be the one to deliver it."

….

To say that Edward's life in Dalton was bad would be a giant understatement. The naturally shy boy had by no means managed to find his place at school. Though every now and then he got the feeling that things should be different. But then he would shake his head and think why would they be different? All his life he had difficulty making connections due to his shyness, or as his father was fond of reminding him, his cowardice. His father could hardly believe it when Chadwick Hartfield Sr. informed him that there was a vacancy for Edward at Dalton. And this one in turn was forced to abandon the few friends he had at the old school to live with Chadwick son and his minion Michael Jones.

To be fair, none of them pestered him even once, in fact it was as if he didn't exist to them, until that morning at least. As people tended to ignore Edward's presence, sometimes even forgetting that the boy was present, he went through many situations unnoticed, which allowed him to see much more about others than others about him. And while he was waiting for the school locker room to empty so he could change without exposing himself, he couldn't help noticing that Chadwick and Michael's gazes were directed more often than usual in his direction, accompanied by that arrogant smile that both shared and that made a shiver ran down Edward's spine. He suspected that nothing good could come of it. He just didn't know he was about to find out how much.

….

"Is this seat vacant?"

Asked a bass voice, sending a shiver down Edward’s spine, who at that moment was sitting at his desk and looked up to stare at the imposing figure of Michael Jones.

What does he want with me??? It was the first thought to run through Edward's mind. He had already suffered his fair share of bullying and assaults and he knew that someone like Michael was a risk. But at the same time, looking closely for the first time into the other boy's brown eyes he felt a sense of familiarity, as if for some reason he could trust Michael, which of course was utterly absurd and...

"Dude, is everything okay? Can I sit here or not?"

"Ahn, y-yeas, there's nobody sitting there."

"Great, I believe we haven't been introduced yet, I'm Michael Jones, but everyone calls me Big Mike."

Said Michael sitting next to Edward who remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"Usually at that point the other person introduces himself."

Michael continued.

"Ahn, ahhh...yes...I'm Edward...Edward Chang."

"Edward Chang? Son of Emett Chang's ? Owner of Red Panda?"

"Y-yes...but how do you know that?"

"Well it's one of the biggest oriental fast food chains in the country, anyone with an interest in finance would know that. You must be very proud of that, no?"

Once again not knowing what to say, Edward chose to remain silent. Which this time seemed to bother Michael.

"Is there something wrong with me, Eddie? Maybe I'm not good enough for a millionaire's son to spare his attention?"

He spoke with an air of someone who thinks he's good enough for anything.

"I... no... it's not that... it's just..."

"Hey Chang, is this idiot bothering you?"

Interrupted a thin boy with black hair sitting at a desk a few seats away.

"Who are you calling an idiot, Roberts?"

Asked Mike getting up and turning towards his colleague, looking like a giant standing in the middle of the room before concluding

"Mind your own business Roberts it's all right between Eddie and me. And if you call me an idiot again I'll come over there and rip your skinny ass."

For Edward that was a frightening scene, never in his life would he have the ability to stand up and make threats like that, of course he wasn't a behemoth like Michael...

"I'm not talking to you Jones. Is this idiot bothering you, Edward?”

Repeated Jonathan Roberts, Edward’s roomate, in a display of defiance and courage that Edward knew he himself would never be capable of. It was easy to be aggressive and confident when you were the size of Michael Jones, but Jonathan was the same size as Edward and he still managed to hold his own. Edward knew what his father would say about that and it made him deeply saddened.

"You little shit, I'm going to finish you off!"

Michael said making mention of complying with the commitment.

"No, no need... I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You can sit here next to me Chang, you don't have to put up with that one."

Edward felt an urge to do just that. Something told him to do this. He disliked Michael and feared him, the other boy was too reminiscent of some of the former classmates who had hounded and humiliated him over the years. And precisely because of that, and because he was the avoidant of confrontation that he was, Edward decided not to follow his intuition and stay where he was.

"Yes, I'm fine, really."

"Well, it's up to you, but..."

“Stop being a pain in the ass Roberts, pick someone else to be your social project this time, Chang already said that everything is fine."

Mike said, sitting down again.

"Asshole, just because he's a senator's son, he thinks he might be some kind of social justice beacon. He came after me the first few days of school, thinking I might be some little project of his, but he was wrong. I know what I'm getting at and it won't be through his charity. Which brings us back to our conversation. It seemed to me for a moment that you didn't want to talk to me Chang. But now you've chosen to side with me. If the problem isn't me then what is ?"

Well, he was part of the problem, since Edward really didn't like him and felt scared in his presence, but precisely because of that he wouldn't do anything to displease his colleague. So he decided to be honest and say what in fact had always been his biggest problem.

"It's... that... I... it's... very difficult for me... to interact with others. Not after I know the person... but to start conversations... to impose my presence. I ... I just can't take the initial step. My dad thinks... he thinks I'm a wimp and a... a coward. That's it, it's not you but me... that... I just I am unable!"

"Well, it seems that with the right stimulus you can, after all you just did it. What you lack is a little... aggressiveness."

"I... I could never be aggressive... I'm a pacifist by nature."

"Come on man, all that genetic heritage, you're not going to tell me you've never tried some Kung Fu moves or something like that."

Completed Mike making a stereotypical move. Which for some reason triggered a flash of anger in Edward, a previously unknown feeling in him.

"Hey, not cool, man. I hate those kind of stereotypes, what would you say if I looked at you and started talking about Rap Music or basketball?"

He snapped in a firmer voice than he'd ever had before.

"Whoa, calm down brother. Apparently there's a spark of aggression in you after all."

Mike replied with that characteristic arrogant smile.

"And about your outraged statement. I don't care one bit if you think I like basketball just by looking at me, after all I might be a pro one day. And while I really appreciate the work the brothers of rap do, lately I've been trying to... refine my tastes."

"I…sorry…I've never acted like this before…I don't know what came over me."

"You don't have to apologize for everything Eddie, let alone expressing your opinion, I bet there's a lot of stuff stuck in there wanting to get out, a lot of pent up anger and aggression just begging to be tapped out and I think it's time for you to let it go.”

Once again all Edward did was stare at his colleague while analyzing his own emotions, that outburst was totally uncharacteristic, but he had to admit that at the same time it was... liberating. And digging inside himself he found exactly what his colleague had told him, not an amount, but a small knot of anger, indignation and aggression that he could have sworn had not been there before. But then again it should have been, just intentionally ignored by him, just as the others ignored him. And just thinking about it made that little knot expand.

"And there you go again, talk to me man."

"Will you shut up for a second?"

Edward exploded with irritation and a flash of red anger filling his vision. But instead of being offended Mike just widened the smile and returned:

"That's right, bro. Let it all out, but maybe this isn't the best place. Everyone's looking at you."

Which was true, Edward looked around and saw that he was being stared at by everyone, including the teacher who had just entered the room.

"Is there a problem Mister Chang?"

He asked, causing Edward to blush a shade of red as intense as his rage had been.

"No sir, I'm sorry"

He replied in a firm voice.

"I suggest you save your aggression for the courts or the mats, Mr. Chang."

"Yes sir."

Edward replied, while wondering what the fuck the professor was talking about. To then hear Mike whisper next to him:

"He's right, Eddie. It's time to put that aggression to work and I know the best way for you to do it."

"Yeah, in what way Jones?"

"Meet me at the gym after lunch."

Edward had never even set foot in a weight training gym, but he now really felt the need to blow off some steam, something that had also never happened before. Apparently today was a day of firsts for him.

"Fine."

He answered simply.

"That's my man! Eat a nice meal, loads of clean carbs and a nice steak, you'll need it."

"I'm a vegetarian!"

"Ha, the King of Char Siu Pork son a vegetarian? What a joke!"

"If you have a problem with that keep it to yourself, Jones."

He replied raising his voice.

"Calm down Eddie, we'll figure it out in the afternoon. I bet you'll find we have a lot more in common than you might think."

Concludes Mike with the brightest smile he's displayed so far.

….

At the end of classes Edward went to the school cafeteria with the biggest hunger he had ever felt in his life. As he was away from Michael for the rest of the morning the waves of anger stopped and he felt more like himself again, but the question he asked himself throughout the rest of the morning was whether he was really comfortable with being "himself," voiceless, without initiative, put down by others, including his own father... just thinking about it made him feel that pulsing energy again, coming from that unknown piece of himself that occupied a dark corner of his mind and seemed ready to expand if he gave the slightest opportunity. And as he avoided looking in that direction, he found himself invaded by another sensation, right in the middle of his belly, a hole, giant, growing bigger and bigger, a hunger that seemed want to consume him from the inside. In such a way that he was forced to act again against his habits and run to feed. He was one of the first to get in line to help himself. Dalton had an excellent team of nutritionists and cooks, capable of providing everything needed by the developing young men who attended the school. Edward had always been frugal in his eating, selecting a varied and moderate diet of vegetables, fruits and grains. But not that day. His plate was a smorgasbord of all of these in proportions that could feed three of him in an average day. But he was so hungry at that moment that he didn't mind, just as he didn't mind sitting isolated at a table as he usually did, sitting in the first empty place he found and starting to eat in large quantities the slop that formed on his plate at least until he was interrupted.

"My God Chang, I've seen pigs eat without doing so much damage."

Said a blond portly boy with a southern accent, sitting a few seats away.

"What?"

Edward asked in between mouthfuls"

"A pig, a fucking animal, like the ones my father slaughters."

"Mind your own business, Miller."

"Eating like a pig and now picking a fight with someone who might crush you. Not what I expected from you Chang."

Gregory Miller replied, taking a large piece of steak to his mouth.

Hearing and seeing that Edward found himself invaded by two unheard of desires for him, the one to punch his colleague in the face and the one to steal that piece of meat for him. But he was prevented from doing both by the arrival of a third student at the table.

"Okay, what's going on with you Chang? First that scene in class with the prince of jerks Michael Jones and now this?"

"What's happening is that it seems everyone has decided that today is the day to meddle in Edward Chang's life."

He replied, with the anger rising inside him and being directed towards Jonathan Roberts who will sit right in front of him.

"Come on Edward, you're not like that!"

"And how would you know that? We've only been studying together for two weeks, we're not friends, you ignored me for two weeks! All you know about me is nothing!"

"I... I... you're right of course, but can't you see, Michael Jones is trouble, even more so for someone like you!"

Hearing that made the anger inside Edward boil and boil over.

"Fuck off, Roberts. I can decide for myself what's a problem for me and what's not. And I'm getting out of here before I become a problem for you!"

He said getting up from the table, without looking back, leaving the two colleagues looking at each other with dumbfounded looks.

Edward walked through the cafeteria with firm steps seeing only a big red blur in front of him, and ready to go after the first one who dared to address him. With every step he took his uniform seemed to shrink, the tie around his neck was suffocating him, the sleeves of his jacket constricting his movements, his pants seemed glued to his thighs and his shoes seemed to be at least two sizes too small. He felt like an animal, trapped, tied up, huddled, ready to attack...

"Hey Eddie!"

A deep bass voice echoed through the room causing Edward to immediately turn, ready to attack.

"What?"

"Calm down man I just wanted to know if you want to sit with us."

Asked a smiling Mike Jones accompanied by a also smiling Chad Hartfield, who Edward would have judged as nice if he didn't know what an arrogant asshole he actually was. But Mike had been nice in his own way to Edward that day, so...

"Fine."

Edward replied, sitting down in front of the two of them and the biggest mountains of food he had ever seen, making the plate that he had made look small, a fact that was reinforced by the huge growl that his stomach released at that moment.

"Dude, I said you need to eat if you want to train seriously with me today."

"I ate more than I ever did in my life."

"Your belly seems to disagree..."

"If you'll excuse me a comment, a man needs meat to grow properly."

Chad interjected, popping a chunky piece of steak into his mouth.

"Apparently today really is the day for people to allow themselves to comment on my life decisions."

Claimed Edward, but with his eyes locked on his colleague's chewing. Something that both Chad and Michael did not fail to notice.

"Here, keep my plate, I'll pour myself another one."

Mike said getting up, taking off his jacket and pushing his plate towards Edward, who salivated at the sight of the miscellany of potatoes, rice, vegetables and meat, lots of delicious meat. Still he controlled himself and didn't pick up the fork.

"I was surprised when Mike told me that you decided to train with him today, in our meetings over the years I never thought you would like gym training, Edward. I would have asked you to train with me if I knew we shared that common interest."

"It's because we don't share, to be honest I don't even know why I accepted his invitation..."

"Really? I could swear you already have some training experience, the way your uniform is tight, it looks like you're wearing your little brother's clothes."

"They must have shrunk or something."

Edward replied, knowing that was not possible, as the uniform had been made from his exact measurements and had fitted perfectly in the morning.

"I didn't poison the food, you know? And I can guarantee you I don’t have a contagious disease neither."

Mike said with indignation in his voice, as he sat down at the table again with an even fuller plate than the previous one. Edward simply stared at him without answering, as was his custom, but this time the look he cast in his colleague's direction wasn't his typical shy and embarrassed look, but one of challenge.

"Okay, here, take this one."

Said Michael exchanging the new and untouched plate for his old plate. And taking a mouthful of that delicious looking food to his mouth, making Edward look away so he wasn't staring, which unfortunately made him face the new pile of food in front of him, looking just as delicious.

"What's the matter now?"

Mike asked with his mouth still half full.

"Manners, Michael. I think what Edward means by the silence and the defiant look is that he won't eat."

"Come on bro, if you don't eat it you won't grow."

"And who said I want to grow?”

"If you don't then why did you agree to go to the gym with me?"

"I don't know... to blow of steam I... I guess."

"And what steam will you have if you don't eat, dude? Eat!"

"I already ate!"

"Do you think a handful of vegetables will get you this?"

Mike teased, crossing his arms making his muscles bulge.

"You need meat, the more meat on your stomach, the more meat on your bones! Come on, you know you want it!"

Edward's instinct was to deny it, but the smell of the roast beef, the juiciness of the meat, next to the mashed potatoes felt like a calling. And the size of Mike's flexed arm was also, of another kind, but it was. He felt hunger, hunger for the food in front of him and a different kind of hunger he'd never felt before, something awakening inside him, a companion to the rage that expanded inside him and had grown claws that dug in his very being. But this was different, it was a well, dark and deep, it was hunger and thirst, it was desire. Desire to grow, desire to be a giant like Mike and Chad, and that desire shot through his body like lightning, strangely erotic, until it hit his cock, which instantly became erect.

"Eat, man"

Edward looked back at Mike, who had an encouraging smile and Chad who again seemed to drop his usual superior air, and shared a knowing smile with him. And he felt it all together, the excitement, the desire, the erection and the rage, the hot, searing rage, enveloping everything. He wanted to scream, he wanted to punch the colleagues who encouraged him to betray his principles, he wanted to go to his house and have a fight with his father, demonstrate to the old man that he wasn't a bloody coward. But he didn't do any of that, what he did was take a mouthful full of food to his mouth and chew. And he chewed, initially letting the taste of meat he hadn't consumed in years overwhelm his senses. The pleasure that the food gave him was added to the pleasure that deep well of desire brought him which almost made him cumm in his underwear right there, in the middle of the cafeteria, surrounded by his classmates. But nobody noticed. And he, who a few minutes ago would have been mortified by what happened, barely paid attention. Because a second mouthful followed the first and then many others, fast, full of food, in a frenzy, turning the plate of food in front of him into a kind of sickly porridge. Which Edward looked at with a startled look as he finally set his fork down beside his plate. Had he done that? Eaten all that? What the fuck was going on!?

"Here, drink it, it'll help all that food go down."

Chad said in a much friendlier tone than Edward remembered hearing from him as he handed him a box of milk, which he unthinkingly picked up and downed in one gulp, with milk dripping down his chin, mixing with the food remains that were there and falling on his uniform.

"Who knew you were such a pig, Chang!"

Mike commented with a cheerful mocking tone.

"Fuck off, Jones"

Edward replied, while he began to feel a strange bubbling sensation in his stomach that rose through his chest until...

Burrrp

"Such a pig, Chang! But I expected more from the Pork King's son. Something more like ….

Buuurrrp

"You guys are disgusting."

Chad commented, but with an appreciative smile.

"I'm sorry your majesty if the nouveau riche and the children of workers don't share your elegance."

"Shut up, Michael. I can't believe I'm going to do this..."

Said Chad, taking a second box of milk, emptying it under the watchful eyes of his two colleagues, without spilling a single drop of the contents on his impeccable uniform, returning it to the table and...

Buuurrrrrrrp

"That's how it's done, you assholes. Eddie may be the Pork Prince. But here at this table, I'm the king...."

Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp

Edward let out the biggest burp up to that moment, interrupting Chadwick's speech and making the two colleagues look in his direction and burst out laughing, in which he accompanied them for several seconds.

He didn't know why he did all that, none of it was natural, he had avoided meat for years and he was lactose intolerant!!! Although that explained the belching! A thought that renewed his laughter.

As that scene unfolded the colleagues at other tables watched, some with looks of disgust, others admired, others like Jonathan Roberts truly confused with no idea what was really going on there. And neither does Edward. The erotic feeling was gone, the rage was pulsing slowly, appeased and the well of desire was placid, sated by the hour. So was his belly, which was straining the buttons on his shirt and jacket. As he laughed, he felt a feeling he'd rarely felt before, a sense of belonging even though he knew he wasn't like Mike and Chad, that he didn't have their size, their strength, their courage... it made the waters in the well inside him stir as he realized that he really wanted this for himself, wanted to train with Mike and even wanted the company of Chad, which he had avoided for so many years.

"Damn, I really look like a pig."

He said as he wiped the laugh tears from his face.

"And definitely that uniform has shrunk, it looks like I'm all wrapped up."

"Let's do this, first we go to your dorm so you can change in your training clothes and then to ours so I can lend you spare uniforms. They'll be big on you, but that's good, it means you can grow in them."

Mike said, still smiling

"Thanks bro."

Edward replied, which further widened the other's smile.

"That's nothing, bro. Are you coming too?"

He concludes by looking at Chad.

"Go ahead, I'll meet you later at the gym, I won't miss this.”

………

Changing clothes was a bizarre experience. While taking off his shoes he didn't find the small, delicate feet he remembered but two big, smelly ones. Edward didn't have an explanation for that, although a little voice in the back of his head told him it was wrong. Strangely, with his rage asleep he didn't seem to be able to care. The same happened with his uniform, which even ripped when removed, exposing a defined physique. Which made Mike comment admired:

"Wow, man! I had no idea you were hiding the game. You'll have a much better starting point than I expected."

The truth is that Edward wasn't expecting that either, and looked at himself in the mirror.

As he admired himself that voice in the back of his head returned: that's not right you're not like that! Which in turn send a red flash inside his head, causing the rage to take over again.

"Why the astonished tone Mike? You thought I was some wimp, is that it?"

"No man, I'm just glad you have a good foundation to work on."

Edward accepted his colleague's explanation, as he looked for a pair of shorts, all concern with the changes in his body forgotten. His boxers were tight, but he would never take them off in front of another man. Before looking for a T-shirt he took another look at himself in the mirror. Damn, how had he never noticed he was hot?

Edward ended up opting for a tank top that his father had forced him to bring and that he thought he would never wear. But then came the biggest problem, none of his shoes seemed capable of supporting the size of his feet, what the hell was he going to do? That's when he saw Jonathan's closet and with a sly smile grabbed a pair of his roommate's sneakers. Under Mike's watchful eye and equally mischievous smile.

"I didn't think you'd be capable of something like this, Chang."

"I'll buy him a new pair, I'll have to buy new ones to myself anyway."

Edward replied as he slipped on his roomate size 11 sneakers which he thought would be a little big but in reality were a perfect fit. People tended to think that small feet were a feature of all Asians, well that wasn't the case for him, after all at 6 feet tall his base of support should be good.

"I wonder what that crybaby Roberts will say... probably something like: it's the principle of the thing that matters and not the material value!"

"I'll deal with Roberts later, I'm looking forward to getting back to training and I want to see if you're going to be a good training partner or if you are full of bulshit."

"Do you have the nerve to say that to someone my size, scrawny boy?"

"In a fight, size isn't everything, Big Mike."

"I thought you didn't fight... that it was a stereotype and blah blah blah..."

"You think I'm obligated to know how to fight Kung Fu is a stereotype. Which doesn't mean that I don't know how to fight and that what I fight is Kung Fu."

"And what is it then?"

"Soon you will find out."

Edward replied, as memories of hours and hours of training took up a permanent place in his mind where an annoying little voice once dwelt.

….

While the two kept their things in the locker room at the academy, Edwar voiced a question he had been dying to ask

"So what's it like sharing a dorm with Chad Hartfield?"

"I don't know man... He's cool, he asked me to join the Crows and everything. But you've known him all your life, not me."

"We haven't met that often...in fact before today I...well...I kind of avoided him, but now… Like you said, he's cool. I never imagined he was capable of doing what he did at lunch today, You know? Chill Out and just be one of the guys. He always gave me an air of arrogance and superiority...

"Perhaps if you had given yourself the opportunity to get to know him better... and besides, why would he be your superior? Your father is much richer than his."

"That's not how it works, Mike. My father may have more money, but the Hartfields are Old Money, they have a name, status."

"I know that, and you think Chad himself doesn't suffer from it? Do you think he can be the way he was with us today with anyone else? With everyone around him ready to judge him for stepping outside of what's expected? What did he do in front of you today, exposing himself like that he won't do with anyone else he doesn't consider a true friend and you can bet that at the tables next to us there were people in his circle judging him for doing what he did did and he will probably have to pay for it. But I'm actually glad we gave him the chance to be exactly what you said, one of the guys.

"I... I never thought there was more to him than... well... than the arrogant asshole who seems to have the world at his feet."

"Ah, but he really is an arrogant asshole who has the world at his feet."

Mike said bursting out laughing before continuing.

" And that's exactly what I admire about him, he's relentless, ambitious and knows his place in the world, but he's loyal to his friends. The kind of man I admire and want to be. In fact, today I saw some traces of that in you brother, I think you should explore them more."

Traces of that in him? Never! Edward thought, but at the same time he had stood up to Gregory and Jonathan and shared a laugh with Chad and Mike who were exactly that kind of people and there was still that anger boiling inside him... maybe he wasn't so different from Chad after all. ...

"So are we going to wait for him or what?"

"Nah, he catches up with us later, plus I want to see you demonstrate the crane move or whatever you call it."

Edward braced himself for another wave of rage, but this one didn't come, because to his complete astonishment, he ended up laughing.

"Dick."

That's what he managed to say between laughs to his new friend. As he felt his perception of the other change he realized that this is what Mike had become, a friend. A kind of friend he didn't think he could enjoy having so much. Mike didn't care much if he was going to offend someone or not, he said what he thought and if someone got offended… they will have to deal with it. And Edward...Eddie...realized he liked that, that freedom to say whatever he wants to say. There was no need to be offended, it was a silly joke, made in camaraderie.

"What? Want a taste of it?"

Answered his friend, holding his pouch and bursting into a laughter so genuinely that Eddie followed him again without a flash of anger. It seemed Mike and his ways appealed to that new corner of Eddie's personality in such a way that it would take more than a few jokes to rouse the abrasive waves of anger he was now familiar with. And Edward was fine with that, because if he could be honest with himself he was scared of what he was becoming. However, before that thought could gain strength, it was interrupted by Mike

"That's enough, otherwise we'll never train, I thought we'd lift some weights and then you show me some of your moves, no jokes this time, I really want to see what you're capable of, bro."

Said the other boy with his usual smile.

Eddie could have sworn he'd lifted weights before, he had the memories to prove it, didn't he? But as Mike guided him through the different machines and stations it felt like the first time. He would have given up if he didn't hate the idea of being seen as a weakling by his colleague. So every time that cowardly urge to stop took hold of him he gladly embraced the wave of red rage his brain sent throughout his body giving him the necessary strength to continue. Mike's encouragement helped too, ranging from jokes that eased Eddie's tension, teasing that fueled his anger, and praise that softened his ego.

They had opted for a full body workout. Starting with the work on the arms. But when he saw the weight of the dumbbells that his friend handed him, Eddie faltered.

"What? Those weights are supposed to warm you up brother! I thought you knew how to train..."

"Shut up Jones..."

He said taking the dumbbells and starting the exercise. And indeed, with each curl he did the weights felt lighter. So much so that at the end of the series Mike placed dumbbells in front of him with twice the weight, without saying anything, just staring at his friend with a challenging look. Edward in turn responded by picking up the weights and nearly dropping them. Which sent his anger shooting up, giving him the strength he needed to reposition himself and try again.

"Come on brother! I want at least 10 reps, no excuses."

He urged while positioning himself next to Eddie.

"... seven... let's go."

"Talking is easy..."

"...so don't talk man, do it!"

"... nine and ten! Two more let's go!"

"But you said ten..."

"And I thought you weren't a wimp."

Anger exploded inside Eddie.

"I will kill you!"

He said, while doing another curl

"You can try, but first make one more! And... twelve! Hell Yeah! Who's the man, you're the man!"

Mike spoke, as Eddie's anger dissipated, for the joy of having achieved it and for what seemed to be genuine joy in his friend's voice.

"Look at those arms man, you're exercising your constitutional right to own guns!"

And Eddie looked, he didn't remember his arms being that big, it must have been the pump,... although arms that big didn't grow overnight and... whatever... he flexed both arms, that it was so badass!

"Look at this!"

"Yeah, man! Come on, two more times and then triceps!"

After the triceps it was the turn of the shoulders, and the chest. Again Eddie was amazed at the weights that his friend put on him, only to him overcome them with ease and see them being doubled.

"...come on man, even my sister can bench press more than that."

"Shut...up...you piece of shit!"

"...ten, Man Up, dude! Eleven and... twelve! Well done Chang! Now legs! Let's turn those little chicken legs into something respectable!"

"I'll show you what those little chicken legs can do, dickhead"

"I really hope so, because at the moment I'm not impressed. Let's go there, barbell squats and deadlifts and then you can try to fulfill all your empty threats."

"....and twelve! Well done brother! Look at those quads and those calves! They belong to a real man and not a wimp!"

"Who are you calling a wimp, Jones??"

"Certainly not you, Chang!"

Said Mike extending his hand to a High Five that Eddie was delighted to reciprocate. Yeah, he was a real man, more than that, he was a god among lesser men, he thought as he admired himself in the middle of the gym.

"If you're done admiring yourself pretty boy, I think it's time for you to put yourself to the test on the mat."

"Are you sure about that, Big Mike? I'm not going to feel sorry for rubbing your face in the ground just for the pleasure of getting your annoying smile off."

"You might be surprised, Chang."

"Unless you train in some kind of martial art and haven't told me it's unlikely."

"Basketball has always been my sport, bro. I never trained in martial arts and kept off the streets. Still, I want to see you try take all this down."

Said Mike taking off his tank top and showing muscles definitely much bigger than Eddie's.

"I've told you before Mike, size isn't everything in a fight and besides I'm not that much smaller than you."

"In your dreams, scrawny boy!"

Mike retorted, leading his colleague to the mat in one of the multiple training rooms of the giant Dalton sports complex, taking off his sports shoes and socks and putting himself in a waiting position, while he waited for Eddie to do the same.

"Come on, show me all you've got... wimp."

Even though Eddie was no longer irritated by his friend's teasing, he let the anger overwhelm him, this was a fight after all and he didn't lie when he said he wanted to rip off his friend's arrogant smile. He then went all out on him, aiming a punch at the other's face. Who deflected it with one hand as he slapped Eddie lightly across the ear, as if he wasn't even worthy of receiving a real blow, which made his anger boil with indignation.

"That's all you've got, Chang? It’s pathetic!"

"You'll see who's pathetic, Jones."

Eddie replied, the red wave of anger involving everything around him as he applied a kick, once again deflected by his friend, who even took the opportunity to knock him to the ground.

"Like I said, pathetic Chang. I thought you knew how to fight."

"I know!"

Eddie responded by standing up and ripping his tank top off.

"Empty words, Chang. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you have nothing in common with me and Chad, maybe you're just a weakling."

Said Mike while dodging another punch given by Eddie knocking him to the ground.

"I'm not a weakling."

Eddie replied, repositioning himself.

"Then prove, prove that you don't belong there, on the ground, crawling around like a worm!"

"Ahhh...."

Eddie yelled, delivering a new blow only to see him dodged again.

"It seems you are nothing but a coward and a weakling."

Said Mike turning his back and giving the impression that he was going to leave the mat, his face and voice mixing with those of Eddie's father in the red mist of his conscience.

In the middle of it all Eddie launched himself on Mike, trapping his friend's neck in a powerful rear naked choke and then taking him to the ground and repositioning himself on top of him in a mount.

"Who's the weakling now? Huh? Who, Big Mike?"

Eddie asked, full of rage.

"Never turn your back on the enemy, bro. Who's the weakling?"

He repeated, seeming to grow in size, muscles pulsing and swelling. Holding tighter and tighter as his friend tried to free himself from that deadly grip.

"Don't even try to let go, I'm a black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, you were right, the ground is where I belong. But I'm not crawling, I'm not a worm. No worm is my size."

And he was right of course, he was big by any standard of comparison, giant arms, powerful legs ending in huge feet and a chest bigger than a barrel, and contrary to every stereotype a huge dick and a couple of big balls. Which even motivated his next provocation.

"Hey Big Mike, tell me, how does it feel to have a real man's dick rubbed in your face?"

"Ungh..."

"I didn't understand, sorry, I don't speak weakling language"

"I give up, man I give up."

"Who is the king of the mat?"

"You you!"

"Great, next time save your opinions for the basketball court where it belongs, I'm in charge here!"

Eddie said, finally getting off his friend and letting him recover.

"Wow man, if I had known that I would never have accepted your invitation to train. You fooled me so well."

"I didn't fool anyone, you fooled yourself and I wonder how it ever crossed your mind you could win to all of this!"

Said Eddie showing off his powerful and huge physique to his friend.

"Come on brother, we're almost the same size, but I’m still bigger than you."

"I know, but I'm tired of telling you that size isn't everything in a fight. Even if I were a twig I could still take you out. Ask Chad, he's been following my fights since I started training."

"I know, I know. He told me that, I knew what I was getting myself into, but I still couldn't resist, a mistake I won't repeat. Man, I stink, I need to take a shower before next class."

"Me too...shit, now I'm really going to have to buy Roberts a new sneaker."

Eddie replied showing a torn tennis shoe to his friend, who once again burst out laughing.

"But what was the idea of getting such a small sneaker? How much do you wear anyway?"

"I wear a size 13 but I don't know what happened to my stuff, I think the staff sent my brother's clothes by mistake... so it was either Roberts sneakers or going barefoot but I could have sworn they fit right ."

"Well, now you're going to have to go barefoot anyway, dummy. I could have lent you a pair of mine, but I wear a size 15. Or you could have told Chad, he wears the same size as you ."

"I don't know man, I didn't mean to bother him."

"What are you talking about? You've known each other your whole life, you've been friends since childhood, of course he wouldn't mind! Why you would think that?!"

"Well, so far he hasn't asked me to join the Crows and... don't take this the wrong way, you're a cool and you're his roommate, but given our history I thought I'd be the first to be called."

"Assholes, both of you! Chad was worried because you hadn't asked him in yet, he thought you knew you were in without him needing to call."

"Fuck! I thought..."

"Clearly thinking is not your best asset, Chang"

"Want another demonstration of my best asset, Jones?"

"I'm good man, I'm good."

Mike responded by raising one hand in peace as he called someone with his cell phone in his other hand.

"Hey, dumbass. I thought you were going to come train with your best bros. Ah, an important matter came up...more important than us? We'll show you who matters most. Eddie and I will be waiting for you in the locker room, bring a pair of your shoes because the idiot forgot his. Oh, and bring along a formal letter inviting him to the Crows, because apparently for you rich kids if things are not done formally it has no validity."

"Asshole."

Eddie said, apparently at the same time Chad was saying the same thing to Mike on the phone.

"Oun, how beautiful is the harmony of childhood friends. A tear came to flow here."

He said pointing to his own dick. Though only Eddie could see it and burst out laughing once more.

"See you later Chad. We'll be waiting for you in the locker room, don't forget the shoes for Chang."

He ended it by hanging up the phone and looking at Eddie.

"Problems solved. Frankly, I don't know what you rich guys would do without me. Just don't expect me to wash your gorilla backs, Chang."

“Are you kidding Jones? I bet you'd love the chance to admire a real man."

"You better save your bets for my games or your fights, man. I know that you have a lot of money to spend, but it's better not to waste it on things that will never happen. Also, when I want to see a real man I just need to look in a mirror."

…..

"I thought you'd stick around to help me with Chang's transition."

"I went to make sure everything was going well with Sanchez."

"And?"

"Apparently that sort of thing is to be expected."

"Fine, not pretending I totally understand, but fine."

"Even I don't fully understand Mike. I've prepared my whole life for this and yet I've had surprises. That... clowning... at lunch today, I'm pretty sure I've never done anything like that in my life and yet it came naturally to me."

"I thought it was awesome, I used to have burping competitions all the time with my friends at my old school."

"Disgusting, Michael."

"You didn't seem to think so while you were doing it."

"Yes, and that's what's weirdest, I really enjoyed myself in an unexpected way. But that kind of thing can't happen anymore.”

"Man, letting go a little from time to time will not destroy our plans, on the contrary, I believe that was precisely the moment that secured Chang for us."

"Maybe... then how well did you do?"

"Soon you'll see, but I admit it was... strange, you saw the beginning, but then things accelerated and I... just went with the flow... as if the right words to get the result I wanted pop out of nowhere in my head and... it was bizarre... it was like turning him inside out... you should have seen it to understand."

"I believe I understand Mike."

"No man, there's no way you can understand, not without seeing it. There's no way to fully describe the transformation from a wizened boy to a mean muscle mountain."

"You'll have to trust me on that one. What about the rest?"

"Like I said, it was like he turned inside out, we might have issues with his aggression at some point, but to be honest I liked this new him, liked a lot. He's the type of guy I'd like to have by my side, a bit crude but really fun. And he seems to think of you as a dear childhood friend."

"Great, so now we just need to formalize the thing."

Well, there won't be a better time than now. He's just getting out of the shower.”

"You took your time Chang, I thought maybe you drowned or something."

Commented Chad with the giant totally naked in front of him.

"You should know how long it takes a man my size to wash up, Hartfield. And Jones hasn't even had a bath yet. What was it that the two of you had so important to talk about?"

"About you actually."

"Oh, and may I know what you had to say about me?"

"How my childhood friend could be so stupid as to think I wouldn't invite him to join my club."

"Well, you took your time too Chad."

"Only because I thought it was obvious that I wanted you there, Eddie."

"So I'm in, simple as that?"

"Simple as that brother, what won't be so simple is the task I have to give you, but I bet you'll still enjoy every moment of it."

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 07

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 4139

Rating: 18+

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"Heyyy! Lookin' good [Y/n]!" called Ashley, waving as she made her way past rows of other students with their posters. You perked up at the sight of someone new. The judging professors had long since come by and asked you questions about your research, and you were now just twiddling your thumbs and wondering how long you were supposed to stay at your station.

"Me or my poster?" you asked with a laugh when she was close, dodging when she tried to ruffle your hair.

"Both! But I already knew your poster was going to be good."

You beamed at the upperclassman's praise. Ashley was one of those people who seemed both effortlessly cool and brilliant, whose casual confidence was something you hoped to achieve one day.

You opened your mouth to respond, only to be distracted by three familiar faces.

"Sierra? Tae? Jimin?" you asked in surprise, not having expected any other visitors. "What are you doing here?"

"You've worked so hard on this all semester, of course we wouldn't miss it!"

Your roommate rolled her eyes as if offended you even had to ask, and you felt warmth bloom in your chest. She said it so matter-of-factly, like it was a given, and you were overcome with appreciation for your friends.

You could count on one hand the number of times anyone had shown up for your achievements. When you had landed the leading role as Sandy in your middle school production of Grease – which, why had that even been a thing when they had to remove all references to "inappropriate" topics – your dad had to work the whole weekend while your mother drove your older sister's high school volleyball team to regionals. When you placed first in your high school science fair, the only one there to cheer you on was Phoebe - mostly because everyone in your grade had been forced to participate.

You were the second child, the one whose good grades were unremarkable because your older sister got them first. Your issues were overlooked or forgotten because you weren't as loud and dramatic as your younger sister.

You knew your parents loved you, but it still hurt to feel like an afterthought when all you ever wanted was for them to at least acknowledge your successes even half as much as they did when baby Brooke got a B on her final English paper. Yes, she had worked hard when her grades had been in the gutter, but hadn't you worked just as hard the entire year?

The fact that your three new friends had taken time out of their day to come to some weird academic showcase you hadn't even officially invited them to – well, it was affecting you much more than you would have thought.

"Whoa, hey, are you okay?"

Taehyung was suddenly in front of you, his hand on your arm and you realized your eyes were suddenly burning with tears.

"Um," you hiccuped, taking a deep breath to keep your emotions at bay. "I'm just - thanks for coming, it really means a lot."

"Awww you're so cute," cooed Ashley, wrapping her arms around you from behind and shaking you obnoxiously from side-to-side.

"Oh my god, get off," you wheezed with a laugh, secretly grateful for the distraction from your inconvenient influx of feelings. "Guys, this is Ashley. She's my TA and works with Dr. Kim too."

"Nice to meet you all," she said with a grin, freeing you from her grip to wave cheerfully at the newcomers. "Glad to see [Y/n] has such good friends, mine wouldn't come even if I begged."

"Well we love [Y/n]!" piped Sierra, so enthusiastically you blinked. "I mean, platonically. At least I do. I mean, we're good friends. Just friends."

You, Taehyung, and Jimin stared at the normally unflappable Sierra and her uncharacteristic babbling. Then you looked at Ashley, whose lips were twitching.

"What did you say your name was?" asked your TA, cocking her head and smiling. You were suddenly reminded that Ashley was very attractive and very much into women. It was just hard for you to notice other people when Dr. Kim was right there.

"I'm Sierra," your roommate replied a little breathlessly, though she seemed to have at least found an additional brain cell to keep her stable.

"Were you interested in any of the other projects?" asked Ashley nonchalantly. "I could walk you through them."

"I mean, if you don't mind," Sierra replied, trying - and failing - to appear just as nonchalant. With a cheery wave, Ashley took Sierra's hand and ushered her away before anyone else could get a word in.

"Wow," was all Jimin said as he watched them leave. He sounded so admiring that you found yourself giggling. "I want to be her when I grow up."

"Are you sure you don't want to go with them?" you teased, absolutely tickled that your roommate and your TA might be hitting it off. You had never seen Sierra so wide-eyed before, and it was incredibly endearing.

"We came to see you," Taehyung replied with his usual easy grin. You smiled back, feeling warm and fuzzy. Even after that uncomfortable exchange with Taehyung, he and Jimin had continued pestering you during and after lectures. They toned down the flirting, but otherwise still treated you the same way as before. The only reason you hung out less these days was because you were so busy with finals and this project.

It went a long way toward soothing the hurt and uncertainty you had felt at Dr. Kim's well-meaning - but likely unfounded - concern. You'd given no indication that your decision had changed, and yet they had even come to a boring science showcase to show their support.

So when you realized Taehyung's hand was still on your arm, you didn't move away.

"Well, do you want to hear about my incredibly exciting research on ocean temperatures?" you joked, only for the boys to nod.

"Please enlighten us, Professor [L/n]," said Jimin, a mischievous grin on his pouty lips. "What could possibly have been interesting enough to keep you working on this instead of hanging out with us?"

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, though you were unable to keep the smile off your face.

"Oh you know, mass extinction, the loss of ecosystems, and the eventual impact it'll have on human society," you replied, giving him an innocent smile.

"Okay, but do those ecosystems steal you late night pizza from the cafeteria?" asked Taehyung teasingly, making you laugh and shake your head.

"I guess you two have your uses," you teased. Jimin gasped in mock-affront, making you laugh again. You missed hanging out with these two.

"I'm glad some people are having fun today."

You jumped and turned to see Dr. Kim behind you. He was smiling, but his normally twinkling eyes looked a little sharper when they zeroed in on how close the boys were standing, and for a moment you felt like you were doing something wrong. Then you shook off the odd sensation.

It was probably just because as far as Dr. Kim knew, Taehyung had been toying with you while juggling other girls. Not to mention the ill-considered kiss you definitely did not lie awake at night kicking yourself over.

But Jimin had actually pulled you aside separately to explain to you exactly what happened during the conversation Dr. Kim had seen. He had been uncharacteristically serious, telling you he wasn't trying to change your mind, just that he wanted you to have all the information because Taehyung didn't want to seem like he was pushing you to forgive him. Jimin had also assured you that whatever you decided, they did still want to be friends, and he'd tone his behavior down.

Oddly enough, the conversation in which Jimin assured you that you were still important to him even if you didn't have feelings for him, was enough for you to start seeing him in a different light. You had always enjoyed his presence and his teasing attitude, but he seemed so flighty and flirty that it was hard to take him seriously. His obvious care and consideration - not just towards you, but to Taehyung - showed you he could be thoughtful when necessary.

The Kiss Incident - well, it was a one-off mistake, a blip in the otherwise normal trajectory of your college life. Dr. Kim himself had said it couldn't happen again. Even if he had enjoyed it. Well, more specifically said "it wasn't entirely unwelcome," but you would let your daydreams exist where they could.

And anyway, even if Dr. Kim was just concerned about Taehyung or Jimin messing with you, it was your business. He was your professor, not your father (not that either of your parents checked in very often anyway) or… or any other type of role that gave him the right to comment on your personal life.

So why, when he looked at you with those dark eyes, did you feel the urge to assure him that nothing was going on with the boys?

Was it because no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get the brief pressure of his lips as he reciprocated the kiss out of your mind? Or because sometimes when you caught his eye, his perfect lips curved into a smirk that made your mouth go dry?

Despite his words - of his kind, humiliating rejection and insistence that nothing of the sort could ever happen again - Dr. Kim's behavior still confused you. The sporadic touches when he was close, the little gifts he'd leave you, the way the occasional compliment slipped from his lips and left you stammering. It was enough that you couldn't shed your feelings, or keep him from your mind long enough to think about starting something with anyone else. Not that anything had even "started" with him.

You weren't immune to Taehyung and Jimin's charm and good looks. And getting to know their personalities just made you like them more. Taehyung's kisses made you weak, and Jimin's flirting could set your heart racing, but neither of them consumed your mind like Dr. Kim. He had somehow wormed his way into every crack and crevice of your brain, like the creeping ivy that grew atop the walls of your dorm.

"Aren't you supposed to be into this stuff, Professor?" asked Taehyung with a grin, not registering anything amiss with the intensity of Dr. Kim's gaze.

"Unfortunately judging several presentations isn't always the definition of a good time," the older man replied lightly, though the set of his mouth told you he wasn't in as good of a mood as he sounded. His eyes focused back onto you, and his smile became more genuine. "And I can't even evaluate the one I know will be good, because it would be a conflict of interest."

You really did not need to hear your professor say something about a conflict of interest while smiling at you like that. You had too many delusional fantasies blooming in your head already to allow another one to take root.

"Well Professor, in your unprofessional opinion, how do you think I rank?" you asked tentatively, peeking at his face and your heart flutter when he smiled back at you.

"Definitely first!" chirped Jimin, slinging his arm around you in a show of support you wished could have waited for a more opportune time. Still, it was an innocent enough gesture, and you were genuinely happy he had come.

"Thanks, Jimin," you said with a laugh.

"Well, I might be biased," Dr. Kim teased, so casual you wondered if you had imagined the way his eyes flashed. "But I do believe this is one of the best projects in the category."

"Really?" you breathed, his praise making you turn towards him like a flower to the sun. Jimin's arm around your shoulder reminded you not to make a complete fool out of yourself.

"Of course," your Professor replied. "We'll find out soon enough, in any case. Everyone has turned in their evaluations."

"Oh hey Prof! I thought you were evaluating the other room!"

Ashley announced her arrival with her typical aplomb, a smiling Sierra in tow. You raised an eyebrow at your roommate, grateful for the distraction, your friend winked.

"We finished, so I thought I'd come see how [Y/n] was doing," Dr. Kim replied. "Though it seems she has all the support she needs."

He said it lightly, like a joke. No one else seemed to notice anything amiss, not even Ashley, but the way his eyes met yours briefly made you uncertain.

"Of course, we're her personal cheer squad," Taehyung announced, draping his arm over your other shoulder and bringing you in for a one-armed hug. Jimin squawked when the action pulled you away from him, and tugged you back towards him in a playful tug-of-war.

Sierra and Ashley laughed at their antics as you struggled to get free, complaining you weren't a yo-yo.

"But you're so fun to play with," teased Jimin, the most suggestive thing he had said in weeks. You knew he didn't mean it that way – his tone was more playful than smooth – but you couldn't help but peek at Dr. Kim out of the corner of your eye.

He had been pulled aside by another professor, and you weren't sure whether you felt relieved or disappointed that he seemed to have missed the exchange. Then you forced yourself to pay attention to your friends, because you realized that once again you were being a selfish idiot.

When the results were announced, you were dogpiled by your friends while Ashley cheered by your side. For a moment you felt eyes burning into the back of your head, but when you turned, all you saw was Dr. Kim smiling and offering you congratulations.

~~~~~

The airport was bustling with holiday travel, and you felt a little overwhelmed by the crowd. You chewed your lip as you scanned the lines, hoping to see your broad-shouldered professor, to no avail. This was supposed to be the spot you, Dr. Kim, and the other student-professor pair met up at before going through security together, and yet no one was in sight.

For a moment panic filled you. Were you late? Was this the wrong airport? Oh no, what if it was the wrong day and you had already missed the flight?

"[Y/n], were you waiting long?"

A familiar voice cut through your anxiety and you let out a sigh of relief as you turned to greet your professor.

"I just got here," you assured him, resisting the urge to cling to his arm to make sure he wouldn't leave. "Where are Dr. Li and Jason?"

"They unfortunately both came down with the flu," said Dr. Kim ruefully. "I got the call this morning. One probably got it from the other."

You gulped. A weekend alone with your beautiful professor? Well, not alone alone, since most of the days would be taken up by the conference activities, but without the buffer of two strangers you were a little worried about how the state of your crush would be by the end.

"Oh," you squeaked, looking down at your carry-on. It was just a three-day trip, you could do this. It would be totally fine. You were breezy.

The mantra carried you through the security line, where you tried not to stare as your professor removed his jacket and shoes. It bolstered you through the walk to the gate, when he asked if you needed anything and bought you a water anyway. It lasted through boarding, when he smiled and asked if you wanted the window seat.

You buckled the funny-looking seatbelt, scolding yourself for being disappointed that Dr. Kim had left the middle seat empty between you. If he had, his warmth might have distracted you from the not-as-pleasant butterflies fighting to the death in your gut as you discovered that you might have a tiny fear of flying.

As the overly cheery safety and thank-you-for-flying-with-us video began to play, your traitorous brain decided to latch onto keywords like "if a water landing is needed" and "life jackets" and "oxygen masks". Was the plane getting warmer? You stole a surreptitious glance at the people sitting in the exit row seat and wondered if they could be trusted to assist in the event of an emergency.

Still, you had to pat yourself on the back. Despite the rising panic you felt inside, you were able to smile and laugh absentmindedly at Dr. Kim's jokes, even if his voice is starting to feel a little far away. Until the plane began to move and your hands latched onto your arm rests.

"Are you alright?"

Your professor was eyeing you in concern, and you tried to relax your white-knuckled grip. But – oh god the plane was speeding up and what if something went wrong or a wing fell off or the engine exploded or –

"[Y/n]."

Dr. Kim's voice was soft in your ear – when did he change seats? Your breaths were coming in short, frantic pants and for once it wasn't his proximity that was making your heart pound.

"Can you hear me?" he asked, hands on your shoulders and warm eyes fixed on yours. He was close enough that you could hear him over the rumble of the plane and the cotton static in your ears, and you clung to his voice like a lifeline. You opened your mouth to respond, which was when you felt the plane lift off the ground. You snapped your eyes and lips shut, wondering why, of all things, you were going to die of a heart attack at the tender age of eighteen.

A soft touch on your face startled you enough for you to open your eyes again, and you vaguely registered that Dr. Kim's hand was cupping your cheek.

"Try to breathe with me," he murmured, making a big show of puffing out his chest as he inhaled. You would have giggled had you not been on the edge of hyperventilating. Still, you did your best to obey your professor despite the tightness in your chest, and he didn't scold you when your breath hitched or you gasped or messed up the rhythm.

You weren't sure how long he stayed like that, breathing with you and stroking your cheek gently with his thumb, but eventually your breath evened out and you realized the plane was no longer shaking or rumbling so much. You winced as you tried to relax your hands from the vice-like grip you had on the armrests, flexing your fingers to try to relieve the stiff ache in your joints.

"There's my girl," whispered Dr. Kim softly, smiling at you. His hand was warm on your skin, and his words sank into you like a rock tossed into the ocean. One that was still falling to depths unknown.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, making you swallow whatever had been at the tip of your tongue. Instead you nodded, feeling your lower lip drag between your teeth as you tried to think around the cotton-like fatigue weighing down on your head. Dr. Kim's eyes flickered to your mouth at the action, and for a moment something dark bloomed in his gaze.

"Sir, please fasten your seatbelt."

You both jumped at the pleasant, professional voice of the flight attendant, and Dr. Kim apologized as he settled into the seat and clicked the clasp into place. You were incredibly relieved he remained next to you. It wasn't even for your daydreams, at this point - his solid presence was comforting, and even if the flight had evened out you were still tense.

"T-thank you," you mumbled, suddenly embarrassed by your inability to do something as simple as sit in a chair. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Dr. Kim replied, smiling gently and patting your arm. It was a far cry from the way he had been so tenderly stroking your cheek, but you felt butterflies all the same. "I'm sorry, I didn't know flying was hard for you."

"I didn't either," you said with a self-conscious laugh. "This is my first time."

"Ah," your professor replied in understanding, hand still on your arm. "Well-"

A ding sounded over the speaker system, and a voice spoke.

"This is your captain speaking. We are about to enter into a patch of turbulent air, so please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

"Oh," you said faintly, wondering if this was your karma for lusting after your professor. Perhaps you deserved this.

"Do you want-" Dr. Kim began, looking at you with concern, before the plane jolted and you let out a humiliating whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

It was an even bigger shock when you felt a strong arm encircle your shoulder and pull you into a very firm, very broad, very wonderful-smelling chest.

"It'll be okay," your professor murmured into your ear as his other hand stroked your hair gently. You drew in a shuddering breath, enveloped by his warmth and his scent. Then the plane lurched again, and you wondered if it was possible to be simultaneously in heaven and hell.

"S-sorry," you managed to choke, trying to breathe the way Dr. Kim had earlier. Another lurch had you gripping your professor's shirt for dear life, and his arm tightened, pressing you more securely against him. "I know in my head it's fine, I just - "

"Shh, I understand," he said soothingly, his chest rumbling soothingly against your cheek. You hated your brain for deciding flying was a problem so you couldn't properly enjoy what was probably a one time pity thing. Then again, this wouldn't be happening otherwise.

"I'm here for you, okay?" Dr. Kim was a steady source of reassurance, full of encouraging words and soft touches. "Always."

~~~~~

You stirred against Seokjin's chest, and he shushed you gently. To his mixed relief and dismay, you snuggled closer with a cute little grumble, and he felt those vines constrict around his chest.

He had somehow managed to soothe you to sleep earlier, and he hoped you stayed like this for the remainder of the flight. For your own sake, not because your body nestled against his so perfectly.

He hadn't expected you to have a fear of flying - neither did you, apparently - and he hated seeing you so distressed. Though the way you obeyed him, the way you looked at him with total trust in your eyes did send a dark tendril of satisfaction purring through his veins.

He had almost lost himself in that moment. You were so beautiful, and he felt himself drawn like a bee to honey.

Seokjin's mind had been more troubled than usual of late, since the Honors showcase where you won second place and a junior won first. Since he had seen for himself that those two college whelps had wormed their way back into your good graces like the pests they were proving themselves to be.

It had been infuriating to watch the shameless way they flirted with you. Jagged thorns had pricked through his chest at the sheer nerve, and when they had pulled you between them like a prize to be won, the thorny briars had blossomed into something ugly and bitter.

It was clear you weren't used to being cared for or doted on, if the little hints and snippets he had gotten were anything to go by. You had been so shocked when he addressed the bullying at the beginning of the semester, as if you had never had anyone stick up for you.

You deserved - needed - better. Someone to take care of you, who appreciated just how special you were. Someone you could trust, who had your best interests at heart.

It irked Seokjin more than he wanted to admit, that he knew so little of you outside of academics. He wanted to read through every page of your life he hadn't had access to, wanted to see you through those still unwritten.

If he let you be, would the next person tend you the way you needed? Or would they take and take like a parasite until you wilted to nothing?

You shifted against him, soft and sweet, a perfect flower begging to be plucked. He found his hand tracing the curve of your cheek again.

Seokjin wondered just how much more you might consume his thoughts after a weekend together. The vines in his chest constricted at the thought of how you would have fared on this trip without him. The way you clung to him, the way you needed him.

It should have worried him. Yet all he felt was more fondness and concern for you sinking roots ever deeper into his veins.

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[flowerwritter]

Chapter I - The Weight of Dreams

April 10, 2023 TRICORNER YARDS, Kwon compound - Pyra House I stared at the ceiling of my room, the stars that were glued to the ceiling shone faintly, the sun began to appear through the gaps in the curtain, I took out my cell phone to check the time, it's exactly three in the morning, I lazily got out of bed and looked around my room.

-Pyra, you only slept for two hours, that's not recommended for humans -The computer said.

-Nyx, I know that - I answered in a low voice, feeling my head spinning -Just please don't talk loudly at this time -I opened the bathroom door, taking off my pajamas and throwing them over my shoulder, my underwear in the laundry basket.

I turned on the shower, sending myself under it and feeling the cold water wet my hair, ah that feels good, one of the few sensations that makes me feel alive in this hell. I took a long shower and got out, with a towel wrapped around my body and another in my hair.

I looked around my room, my bed still hadn't been made, my books were scattered all over the floor, my medicines were scattered in random places, and some dirty clothes should have been in the basket, or in the washing machine, I don't remember.

I forced my closet door open after lightly kicking the clothes on the floor aside - Nyx add reminder for me to clean my room today - The little robot on my desk raised its hand, I opened the second drawer and took out a set of underwear and put it on, I took out my cream deodorant and put it on.

I took out my body towel and threw it on the bed, pulling out a cambric that contained my full Gotham Academy uniform, the home of the heirs to Gotham's rotten elite.

Or my case, after much pleading from my stepfather, the school let me take the entrance exam and get 100% of the scholarship, but of course everyone knows that I'm the half-sister of the former prosecutor and current Two-Face.

And of course the whole school hates me as expected

I finished putting on my uniform, a royal blue skirt and vest with the school emblem and a white blouse, black knee socks and the ridiculously social shoes I never wear, opting for my lovely Colcci Tractor boots.

I sat down at my dressing table and looked at myself in the mirror, my dark circles under my eyes felt like I'd come straight out of the tomb on a Halloween night, and my wavy red hair was getting wet, so I combed it and left it loose, knowing that it would get tangled anyway, and just applied sunscreen to my face, since even make-up wouldn't cover it up. And I didn't want to cover up my freckles, so I sighed and got up, picking up my Japanese-style handbag, which my stepfather had given me, which ironically was Korean, he had bought on one of his many trips, left my room and went downstairs, towards the kitchen.

The rest of the two-storey house, with the exception of my bedroom, was perfectly tidy. My father appreciated privacy, so everyone in the family had their own house, but our backyards were interconnected. The patriarch of the family was a doctor who owned one of the recently opened hospitals for the city's low- and middle-income population. I smelled pancakes and smiled, seeing them on my desk with a note on them

-Please Pyra, have breakfast, one of the most important meals of the day

Good morning, from your brother, Kwon-Jae

I sat down at the table and began to munch on those divine pancakes, Jae is Doctor Kwon-Hye's eldest son, and the most attentive “brother” I have.

But I miss Harvey

Swallowing the last of my pancake, I grabbed my helmet and went to get my bike. I'd better get to school early, before the school guard did something to stop me.

Damian was sitting in the car with his arms crossed, Alfred was watching him through the rearview mirror.

-“Mr. Damian, school is a great place to make friends. After the summer break, I hope you'll make an effort to create a social circle,” the butler said as he parked the car.

-“Friends aren't necessary,” Damian said with his eyes closed as Alfred opened the door. The teenager grabbed his bag aggressively and got out of the car. He didn't even have time to take a step as someone passed in front of him at high speed. The person braked his bike and looked back

-I'm sorry, I hope you didn't hurt yourself- -The girl said. She pedaled back into the school.

Damian looked at the ground and sighed, those inattentive people.

Wayne had entered the school, or rather school hell.

Inside the school, the noise was deafening. Damian walked through the crowded corridors, ignoring the curious stares of the other students. He was used to being the center of attention, but that didn't mean he liked it. Being a Wayne had its problems.

Meanwhile, Pyra arrived at school panting and parked her bike. She looked at the school clock. She picked up her backpack and adjusted her glasses, which were falling off, and walked to the school entrance, preparing for another day at Gotham Academy. She kept her head down as she walked through the corridors. She didn't want to attract attention, she just wanted to get through the day without any problems.

With quick steps they both walked to her classroom, Pyra observed the boy who approached the room with her, a new student?

Well, he's going to be spoiled like all the others, so you don't have to worry about him.

[twinarmeggadons]

Too Close ➣ (Vance Hopper x fem!Reader.)

Idk how people do fanfiction format on tumblr and I'm very confused so hopefully I'm doing this right💀💀

📞 age is gonna be set as 16.

(Yes this is based off the song by sir Chloe, I linked it I'm pretty sure. don't yell at me for it not being a 70s song ok this idea just popped in my head. I may or may not proofread this so if there's horrible writing / spelling, I told you so.

Summary: you and the one and only, infamous Vance Hopper grow close to each other, which Vance takes very personally since he's not close with anyone. When your toxic friends find out, they get into his head and make him think that he's nothing special to you.

Warnings/triggers: maybe violence??? Idk though, you all know how's Vance is soo..... Language,Toxic friends, insecurities, rumors,bad writing, lies, angst , fluff (?? Probably) if anything else that makes someone uncomfortable that's contained in this, please let me know so that I can add it Female reader, 2nd point of view .(You, your)

REQUESTS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

You huffed under your breath, the crowds in the hallway rushing acting as tsunamis. A lot of the weaker people in the crowded space fell over or got pushed (intentionally or not,) onto the filthy tiled floor to get trampled on like trash on a busy highway. The people in the school where massively stingy and dull. It was very uncommon that someone had cared about the people around them WHILE still focusing on their love life, grades, etcetera. But the list was extensive of the people who had ONLY cared about themselves, quote on quote 'love life', aka being a well known player, anything that fell into the topic of this. And then there always comes with the few people who everybody bowed down to, or the people that everybody had cowered in corners when they heard the footsteps or words of a person that didn't want to be messed with. And then the occasional 'trash on a busy highway' ,aka the people who where on the beat list. You had been in the middle of it all. No, you weren't a bitch who played with people's feelings. Although you did wonder what it would be like to have a boyfriend, or someone to like you back, or like you first, but you didn't let those thoughts get in the way *almost.* you weren't a self indulgent asshole either. Sure, you did hold grudges against people at times, but you let them past you. You didn't know what category you fell into.

It never really occurred to you that you had hung out with people who where self indulgent, but they where also the people everyone bowed down to. You could say they where your friends, but they also treated you like dog shit. They used you. But you also could say that since you hung out with them, you had a good reputation. People did like you, admired you, wanted to be with you, but they only wanted to just for THEIR own reputation, or to show off, or for your looks. They wanted to be known for dating a pretty girl in their school, not for dating someone with a heart filled with gold. They just wanted the outside of you, not the inside. It hadn't been a crush for them, not a 'like' for them, just a shitty type or thrill for them. Not a good thrill. One of the only people that had been on your mind sometimes, would've been Vance Hopper. And you where guilty for thinking about him, in a romantic way especially. He was someone everyone feared, hell, he was a nightmare. A walking monstrosity. He would beat someone to a pulp if they even dared to let a grunt in his direction. And you hadn't known why you had a small hope of him, he was a bitch. He wouldn't like you in that way, let alone stare in your direction. You figured it was just a in-the-moment type of thing, not a crush, not a 'in-love' type of thing. If you where ever to tell someone about this little thing you had felt, they would either laugh in your face of disbelief, scoff, or think you where crazy. If you where to tell him he would laugh in your face, scoff, or just beat you to a pulp, until your eyes where swollen with redness and tears, and your lips busted, along with a bloody nose and bruises everywhere, and especially an aching heartbreak.

You could tell it was going to be a long, boring day. You shut your locker, a echo being clothed from all of the laughter and screaming from it. and let out a desperate sigh. When you shut your locker, a very well kept looking girl came into view. Her elbow propping her up against the locker as on of her squeaky cleaned white Mary - Jane's crossed over the other shoed foot. "Heyy, Y/N!" She cooed, venom lacing around the mention of your name. She had almost blinding worthy blonde hair, it being brighter than a badly bleached pair of nude colored jeans. You mentally groaned before saying "Heyy, Diane." (OOC: if that's your name, you can change hers to something else, this goes to any other made up character I make as well💀) you said nervously, with a hint of annoyance. ( OOC: Veronica Sawyer and Heather Chandler?!??? If you get the reference than I love you and you deserve a big kiss.)

"Did you need something?" The question lingered in both of your minds. "Well, uhm yes I did actually. " she gave a fake smile, and then continued. "Ya' know Bruce Yamada? Well, he told me he had a crush on you. But that's not all," she paused. "He wanted me to ask you if you could meet him at the park, 5:30 today. " she finished, and boy did she sound believable in that moment, and you actually believed her. "Really?" You'd ask, mostly for confirmation. A sparkling glint in her eye.

She nodded. The shrill sound of the bell filled the halls, and everybody walked to their classes. "Welp, gotta go. See you soon Y/N." She chirped, a devious tone on the tip of her tongue. You nodded, and watched her skip away holding her books so tightly you thought they would crush into smithereens, like an object under a hydraulic press. You walked the other way, heading to first period.

Time skip lmao

It had finally been the end of the school day, 3:00 pm. Kids rushed out the school doors, or carelessly shoved their books in their lockers, shut it, and did the same as everyone else. Some kids felt down the cement stairs as they ran to freedom. You put your books in the locker, and slammed it shut. And for a moment, you felt icy blue eyes staring at you. You turned around, your backpack hanging loosely off one shoulder. You made contact with the eyes. It was a long, sensational stare. It made a tingly feeling in your stomach. Vance looked you right in the eye and it felt like it had been hours, when really it was only just a few seconds. You where first to break the staring contest, as you got engulfed in the crowds of people as you joined in on the storm. You walked out the doors, feeling the fresh breeze hit your face. You walked to your bike, sitting in the metal holders on the side of the building. You slid the other backpack strap over your shoulder as you hopped on the bike seat and started riding towards your house.

The weather felt warm today, but it also looked autumn-ish as you watched orange and auburn colored leaves fall off the tree and either float amongst the breeze or fall to the pavement of the black pavement. The leaves that had fallen where crouched against the edges of the road end the side walk, mixed with some litter. The leaves that swept into the road got crunched under the tires of your bike, accepting their fate as they split from their whole. It took a few minutes your you to get home, but when you did get home you where exasperated and bored. You still remembered you had to meet up with Bruce. You walked up to your room, and looked thoroughly through your wardrobe, looking for an outfit that made you look at least a little presentable. You decided on brown bell-bottomed jeans with a small flower pattern stitched on the very bottom. You then picked out a striped long sleeve shirt, the stripes finned with a variety colors and repeating them after the first pattern on them was finished.

It didn't look like much, but it did look nice on you although it did not look like you where preparing for an occasion. You put on your black converse with a star pattern on the side of them and decided to go to the grab n go to pass time. Your parents wouldnt care and they wouldn't know because their at work, so it wouldn't matter if you where trapped in the deep depths of the earth, they wouldn't notice because their too busy caught up in their own personal life outside of their daughter. You hadn't cared, but the other half of you did find it to hurt a bit, more like a lot. The last time you remembered when you and your parents spent quality time together was when you where about 10 and a half. You guys went to a carnival that had been happening around that time, and you all went home that night with aching stomachs and dizzy minds that where filled with laughing gas. You guys had stayed up until 1 AM watching black and white grainy tv shows that had been confusing as hell. After your little fashion show of picking a cute outfit, you rode to the grab n go.

When you arrived, you pushed the shiny steel handle of the door and walked in, the entrance bell ringing and filling everyone's ears. It was sorta quiet in the medium sized snack shack, the only noise being the careless cashier lighting a cigarette, or video game noises being faintly heard from the back. You walked down the candy aisle, looking at all the appealing junk, this would lead you to the noise you heard without even knowing. You hummed as you reached the end of the isle, reading a label on the bright package. You picked it out, crumbled cash in your bell bottomed jeans pocket. You had about maybe 5 dollars and 12 cents. You weren't the greatest and counting money, but you'd still know enough to know what you could and couldn't afford. You turned around the corner of the aisle, accidentally brushing shoulders with a certain jeans jacket. You hadn't been as tall as him, your head maybe reaching his nose at most. It was kind of a hard brush, so when you guys turned around at the same time to figure out what that was, you locked eye's.

It was Vance.

He was about to say a very deep down spoken threat, until you got it to him first. "Ah, Vance. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. " you blinked and an apologetic tone laced around your words, filling his ears. His tense angry body relaxed in that moment, his eyes filled with hatred slowly filled up with love. "It's fine, " he mumbled sternly. You fumbled around with sentences in your mind as the pinball machine screen blinked 'Game Over' in red. You saw him look at the screen infuriatingly, kicking his foot at the machine in defeat because of some stupid distraction. He didn't know why he wasn't yelling at you right now, telling you off for ruining his game. He just felt something pulling him back from doing it. You looked at the anger in his eyes. "I could give you a quarter, if you want. " "Really?" He said eagerly. "Yea."You grabbed a quarter from your pocket and slid it into the pinball machine. You watched over his shoulder as his hands flicked one button to another at a fast pace. Your eyes then traced up to the etching of his hair. Sure, you've seen him around school a lot, but it was now or never to notice the details about him. You looked at the dirty blond strands leaking into the light ones, filling each layer of his long curly hair. The sun leaked through the window by the machine, shining brightly upon his head. You looked at the packaged candy in you hand and remembered why you came here in the first place and that it was a coincidence that he happened to be here. Except he was always here, and you always noticed his blonde hair sticking out in the back as he played pinball contently, with so much focus on the machine that it was unbelievable. You cleared your throat, he didn't look over but you knew he was listening.

"I gotta go, I have plans. Fun talk, maybe we should talk again." You knew you guys barely even had a conversation, let alone a talk. It was more of an invite or an excuse to have an actual friend. Even though he was a nightmare, he hadn't been a dick to you so far. He nodded, but a nervous expression overcame his face. You only saw it in the corner of your eye as you began to walk away. "Wait," he suddenly spoke up, now walking behind you leaving the pinball machine unattended, yet to lose another game again. You turned around, humming a soft "hm?" "Uh, you know your 'date' with Bruce? Well you should know that I was there when your friends where talking about it. Bruce never told what's her name to say that, he doesn't even like you. Your friends where planning to do some shit to mess with you, make you think he stood you up or something. " He blurted out. You watched his demeanor seemingly to try to be calm but his eyes flickered around frantically. He didn't want you to have to hear this from him, and he didn't want to watch you cry or something right in front of him and he would just stand there not knowing what to do.

But you where perfectly fine with what he just told you. You nodded and chuckled a bit, slapping your palm over your face with your free hand. He finally met your eyes. "I shoulda know she would've done something like this, your a life saver. " you said, slapping a hand over his shoulder gently and patting it. He tensed at the sudden touch, but then relaxed again. "Really?" He questioned, nobody would ever think of him as a life saver, let alone pat him on the shoulder. You nodded back at him, a smile curling between your lips. You picked another quarter out of your pocket and slid it between his hand, his heart fluttering at the touch.

"I'll see you tomorrow, have fun with your pinball game, don't get distracted again. " you remarked waving him off and walking to the cash register. He watched you watch away, gripping the quarter in his hand. He listened to the shrill ding above the door before putting the quarter in his jean jacket pocket. He wasn't going to spend the quarter on a pinball game. He was going to keep it, he thought.

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A/N

This is only part one lmao kinda a slow burn I'm hella tired right now though sooo......

Please tell me if you liked it and you guys can always request fanfiction ideas or anything like that!

[elidoesntbreathwee]

giving steddie their rain kiss cuz they deserve it :D

It had been about a year since Vecna; since Steve and Eddie had met, since Eddie almost died. While Eddie and Max were in the hospital, Steve came almost every day, first checking up on Max, and saying hi to Lucas (who also came every day), then he would go to Eddie's room. Luckly for Steve, their rooms were very close.

Steve hadn't known Eddie for long at this point, it had only been a few months since they met, but they'd become so close in the short time that they had known each other. Maybe that's why Steve was there every day, maybe it was for a different reason entirely. All that mattered was that Steve would be there when Eddie woke up.

It took Eddie 3 months to wake up. It took Max 8 months. Steve was there for both of them when they woke up. Robin had also been with Steve when Eddie woke up, and after that, when Robin and Steve would hang out, there was a good chance that Eddie would be there too. The 3 went together most days to see Max. Eddie would read to her or play her favorite songs in the room while they were there since the doctors said that there might be a chance she could hear them.

Once Max woke up, the whole party spent a lot of time together. Dustin and Mike would tell her what went on at school while she was gone, Will told her about how they moved back to Hawkins (even though Joyce was VERY hesitant), and Lucas let her know some of the things that went on at the hospital. Everyone else listened as the boys recounted everything that had happed in those 8 months.

A lot happened in that time frame, but Steve couldn't help but focus on small things that a certain someone did and said. Steve couldn't stop thinking about Eddie. Even if it wasn't the biggest thought in his mind, Eddie was still always somewhere in his thoughts.

One night, about a week after the 1-year anniversary of Vecna (aka the 'earthquakes') and Steve and Eddie (and prolly the rest of the party) had been getting worse nightmares due to it being close to the time Vecna happened. Steve, Robin, and Eddie had been having sleepovers almost every night, because it helped all of them to know that they weren't alone when they inevitably woke up in the middle of the night, either in a cold sweat or screaming (or sometimes both). But one night, Robin was going over to Nancy's (wink wink) instead, which left Steve and Eddie by themselves in Steve's huge house (wink wi- imm sorry).

They weren't very awkward or anything, since they were friends, but they realized they hadn't hung out by with just the other in months. They took a bit to get used to it just being the 2 of them (things like say "hey Eddie" or "hey Steve" instead of 'you guys') and to decide what they wanted to do.

For a while they played Uno, then they got bored of it, so they put on a movie (Ferris Buller's Day Off, cuz i said so) and sat down next to each other on Steve's couch. If were being honest, neither of them were paying that much attention to the movie. Eddie got distracted by his thoughts and started messing with his rings and hair, and Steve got distracted by Eddie messing with his rings and hair.

You really can't blame Steve though, I mean, Eddie's the prettiest guy he'd ever seen, from his long, curly, dark brown hair to his pretty chocolate eyes, to his dimpled smile, his everything.

Steve hadn't realized he'd been staring for so long. Eddie was waving his hand in front of Steve's face, hope that he wouldn't start levitating soon.

"Steve? Steve, you here? Steve, what's wrong? STEVE!?"

"What? Huh? Did i miss something?" Steve's eye's moved around the room, forgetting that Eddie wasn't the only thing that exsisted

"Oh," Eddie sighed in relief. "Jesus H. Christ man, you scared me. I thought Vecna got you or something."

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you Eds" Steve looked over at the tv "Oh god, how long was i spacing out for? We're literally halfway through the movie and i only remember being 10 minutes in."

"Yeah, i don't know. I spaced out to."

"Do you wanna keep it on or find something different to watch?"

"Nah, keep it on. I know what happened while we were spaced out, it's fine." The two then turned back to the tv and focused for a really long time on it (aka 10 minutes) before Steve said,

"Y'Know, I kinda wish we could do this all the time, not just when it's nightmare season."

"Do what? Have sleepovers like we're 12 years old?" Eddie chuckled. "Honestly, me too."

"Yeah. If only, right."

"Mhm"

Then they sat through the rest of the movie. Weather they were paying attention is up to mystery, but the movie finished, and they were both still there, no broken bones.

After the movie, Steve let Eddie go shower, and made food while he was waiting. He made the food of Kings: pizza. Once Eddie got out, the two ate their pizza, then Steve got in the shower. By the time Steve got out it was 1:30 AM, so they both went into Steve's bedroom (there's a spare room, but the whole point of this is that they don't wake up alone. being in separate rooms wouldn't really make sense)

Usually Steve, Robin and Eddie all slept together in Steve's bed. Steve and Eddie on the sides, Robin in the middle, but Robin wasn't here tonight, she was probably snuggling up to Nancy (good for her, u go girl) so Steve and Eddie had to figure out how they were going to do things. Should one of them sleep on the floor? Should they lay like how they would normally, just with no one else in between them? Should they cuddle or spoon? Should they forget sleep in its entirety and stay up all night? Probably not that last one, but still, they didn't quite know what to do, so they just sat on Steve's king-sized bed (perfect for King Steve- not that he's that person anymore) and brought up possibilities of how they should sleep. They ended up sleeping how they would normally, just without Robin between them.

They feel asleep fairly quickly, both tired from the day's drama, but as expected, Eddie woke up after another nightmare. What Eddie wasn't expecting was to be cuddled up close to Steve. Steve had his arms wrapped around Eddie like he would never let go, Eddie's head close to Steve's chest, so close that he could hear Steve's heart beating. Eddie hadn't screamed when we woke up, just sweating and almost hyperventilating. Eddie had moved some to get closer to Steve, (which was kind of impossible since he and Steve were taking up only one person's space) which woke him up.

"Hey," Steve started sleepily, "You ok?"

"Just a nightmare, nothing unusual." Eddie said into Steve's chest.

"It's ok Eds, it's gonna be ok." Steve started rubbing circles on Eddie's back. "Just breath with me, mk"

"mk, thank you" Steve nodded. The two synced their breathing and soon fell back to sleep.

Neither of them woke up until the morning. It was 9:45 AM, and it was raining. Steve woke up before Eddie by 5 minutes, but he didn't get out of bed (mostly because he was still tangled up with Eddie) until Eddie woke up. He went downstairs to cook them breakfast, while Eddie packed up what little he had brought over.

The two ate breakfast, then it was (sadly) time for Eddie to leave. Steve didn't want him to leave, even though he knew he'd see him again that night, Robin would be there. He loves Robin to bits but he knew he would miss being alone with Eddie. If Eddie was going to leave, Steve just wished he could kiss him goodbye, like a housewife kissing her husband as he's off to work. There's no way Steve could ever do that, though, so as Eddie said goodbye and walked out Steve's front door, Steve felt like he wasn't complete, like a part of him had left with Eddie, even though he would see him again.

Steve wasn't usually impulsive, at all, but sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone.

Eddie had walked far enough that he couldn't clearly see Steve's house anymore through all the rain. He already missed Steve, even though they'd only been apart for a minute or two. He heard something faint in the distance, coming from behind him though.

"EDDIE! Eddie, wait up!!"

'Steve' Eddie immediately thought.

"STEVE?!"

Steve came running up to him, and hugged him tightly around the waist.

"Steve, oh my god, this might sound weird, but i really missed you even though its onl-"

Steve kissed him. On the sidewalk, in the rain. Eddie put his arms around Steve's neck and leaned into the kiss.

"Sorry, i just couldn't go any longer without doing that..." Steve said, breaking the kiss.

"I'm glad you did, because i wouldn't have had the guts to do it first" Eddie smiled, and kissed him again, this kiss lasting longer than the first.

"Well, you should get home, and i should go back inside before we get sick." Steve said, sad to have to stop kissing Eddie, but he'll see him again tonight. Even though Robin's going to be there, there are always closets.

That night, the tree of them went to Robin's house. Robin didn't have as big a bed as Steve, so they always had to squish so they could all lay on Robin's bed. Robin was usually in the middle here too. Really the only time she wasn't was when they stayed at Eddie's and one of them had to sleep in the floor (which they took turns doing). This time though, when the three were ready to go to bed, Eddie and Steve laid down next to each other.

Robin started asking questions (as she should) about what happened when she was at Nancy's.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Eddie said with a smirk, Steve cuddling up to him.

"Yeah, actually, I would." Robin replied, trying not to sound mad or anything (cuz she wasn't) but not too soft either.

"How about you tell us what happened with Nance and then maybe we'll tell you what went on with us" Steve said.

"Fine." Robin sighed. "Well, there wasn't much at the beginning, just normal stuff, i guess. Later when we were watching some boring movie, she put her head on my shoulder, and i may or may not have panicked and forgotten how to move. Then when the movie had like, 30 minutes left, she kissed me. Ok? You happy now?"

"Hmmmm, i donno, kinda boring." Eddie said, fake yawning.

"OH COME ON? THE TRUTH IS BORING, NOW TELL ME!!" Robin was loud, but not screaming, just really, REALLY loud.

"Chill, Rob, Im kidding." Eddie cleared his throat. "We watched a movie, spaced out, got ready for bed, ended up cuddling all night, we both had amazing sleep, we ate food, then i left."

"What. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Robin tried very hard to controll herself.

"No, that's what happened" Steve said

"WHA-" Robin was cut off by Steve

"But it's not *all* that happened" Steve smirked.

"Ok? So tell."

"After he left, I ran after him, in the rain, and we kissed" Steve looked at Eddie and smiled.

"So, we all kissed someone, and now I'm inviting Nancy to come over right now."

"What? Why?" Eddie looked confused

"I wanna cuddle with someone too" Robin thought that was obvious.

Nancy *did* come, and the four of them were very squished on Robin's bed, which was something she did not think through before inviting Nancy. The four made room, though, by snuggling very close, which worked out for all of them, because who doesn't wanna cuddle.

The four of them did this at least twice a week now, even when it wasn't 'nightmare season'.

THE END :)

this took me, like, four (4) days to write, so a like would be very appreciated, and hey, if you're feeling SUPER nice, a reblog would be absolutely wonderful :)

[yuriko-mukami]

His Possession Ecstasy 02

Beta reader: @ruki-mukami-dl

"So… Eli-chan… how has your life with the Sakamakis started?" Yuriko walked next to her best friend along a corridor she hadn’t stepped into before. Elizabeth had told her that she discovered a secret library in the school, and of course, Yuriko couldn’t resist checking that out with her during the lunch break.

And yes, Yuriko was finally back in school. It had taken several discussions with Ruki but finally, he had given in. They had agreed that Yuriko wouldn't go anywhere alone, but she could tell that Ruki hadn't been enthusiastic when she wished to spend the lunch break with Elizabeth.

“I get along with Subaru.” Elizabeth avoided looking at Yuriko who couldn’t help but wonder if everything was truly alright. “You know, I think not many students are aware of this library. I only learned about it because of Shin.”

That was a surprise, for Shin didn’t strike Yuriko as a person who would spend his spare time reading. But before she had time to voice out her thoughts, Elizabeth pulled her to a staircase that seemed to lead underground. Soon, the girls were standing in the middle of a huge room filled with bookshelves. It didn’t have the same kind of vibe as the official school library and reminded Yuriko more of an archive. By the look of it, this place didn’t have novels but non-fiction books in carefully chosen order.

Moving closer to the shelves, Yuriko started to go through them. Old schoolbooks but among them she noticed tomes of curious topics of matters humans would call supernatural. “Have you looked at these books before, Eli-chan?”

“Eh… Well… No…”

“Oh? Then what have you been doing here?” Yuriko turned to look at her friend who suddenly started to remind her of a tomato while staring at her toes. “Eli-chan?”

Tilting her head to the side, Yuriko wandered closer. Never had she seen her friend like this but perhaps something had changed during the time Elizabeth had been hiding from the world… or maybe while Yuriko hadn’t been attending the school. She was seething with curiosity.

“Eli-chan… why did Shin bring you here?”

“Tell me, Yuri-Yuri, what kinds of things do you do in a library with Ruki?” Elizabeth lifted her head, gazing at Yuriko with almost glimmering eyes.

“Eh… Read?”

“And?”

“Study, do my homework…”

“You know that I don’t mean those things, Yuri-Yuri…”

“Then what do…” Yuriko blinked. With a sudden realization, heat coursed up her cheeks. “Oh…! So, you and Shin…?”

“No, no, no! We’re talking about you here!”

“Eli-chan… you are nuts for Shin, aren’t you?” Yuriko giggled. She leaned her hand against the shelf and held her belly as the laughter burst through her. Oh, how happy she was to have her friend back. And seeing Elizabeth almost boiling with her apple-red face was too funny in an adorable way.

“Then you are soup!” Eli frowned.

“Eh?”

“Soup for Ruki. Doesn’t he like to devour it?”

“I… I wouldn’t say… devour…”

“You two are still the same idiots.”

Yuriko jumped in place when she heard the familiar voice which was soon followed by a young man with spiky hair and an eye pad that covered not just his left eye but also his eyeglasses from that side.

“I can’t believe that you brought Yuriko here, Eli.” Shin's voice was full of accusations as anger covered his face. “And then you can’t even admit whose property you are. You should leave those disgusting Vampires at once and if Brother hadn’t told me to leave the matter I would –”

“My aunt made an agreement. I can’t change it…” It was like all strength had been sucked out of Elizabeth.

“You enjoy it there, right?!” Shin leaned in, sniffing. “Getting along with Subaru! Isn’t that what you just told Yuriko?!”

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

The air was filled with the scent of angriness. Yuriko didn’t quite know how she could tell but it felt so obvious. Hastily, she stepped between Elizabeth and Shin. “Please… no fighting. Surely, Eli-chan’s aunt had her reasons…”

“This isn’t your business, Yuriko!” Shin pushed her aside and grabbed Elizabeth by the arm. The tiny girl almost flew past Yuriko from the pull.

“I’m gonna mark you…” Shin sank his fangs directly into Elizabeth’s wrist, not minding that Yuriko was still standing right next to them.

“Oh my gosh!” Yuriko covered her face with her hands, but she couldn’t block out Elizabeth’s whimpering and sucking sounds that sent shivers down her spine. While she was used to getting her blood taken it was a completely different matter to witness it happening to someone else.

“Haa… still sweet…” As Shin lifted his head, Yuriko peeked in between her fingers just to see him licking his lips. “So, none of them has yet to bite you…”

“They… aren’t allowed to take my blood…” Elizabeth swallowed, her fragile body quivering.

“Like hell, you have ever seen Vampires keeping their end of a deal…”

Nibbling her bottom lip, Yuriko lowered her hands. Blood had clearly calmed Shin down, at least partly as the room didn’t reek of heavy feelings anymore. Still, she wasn’t sure what to think of the situation. In a way, it seemed bad, but Yuriko couldn’t truly know. Someone could have said that arrangements between Ruki and her seemed bad even though she had agreed with everything more than willingly… Well, most part of it anyway. She never had asked to be showered with ice-cold water because of something someone else had done. But Ruki had only wanted to purify her… right? His intentions had been good.

“I… I think… not all Vampires are bad…” Yuriko straightened up and met Shin’s golden gaze.

The Founder growled, looking like he wanted to spit on the floor. “You sleeping with one of them doesn’t make them worthy beings. If anything, you should choose your company better.”

Yuriko gasped, not believing how rude Shin was. She had thought that they had formed some kind of bond because she had saved him once and now helped him to bring Elizabeth back. Ruki had played a part in that too, but Shin talked about him like he was something… something disgusting. “I… I’m very happy with Ruki…”

“Then why are you whimpering with a flushed face? You’re a bad liar.” Shin stepped closer, wrinkling his nose as if he had just smelled something unpleasant. “Your kind should bow to me.”

“I know nothing of such relations! And… and… I won’t bow to you… since you offended Ruki!” Now, Yuriko knew she was being much ruder than ever, but she couldn’t hold back the words. Ruki was the one who had welcomed her with open arms. No one was allowed to insult him.

“Hmph, this amazing boyfriend of yours is lurking in the shadows…”

“I would not call it lurking, more like observing what you are planning to do to my possession.” Ruki stepped between shelves, and in the instant, another burst of angriness hit Yuriko’s nose. Now, she was sure she could smell it!

Grabbing Yuriko’s arm, Ruki yanked her further away from Shin. “I do not know why you and your brother have suddenly crawled out and appeared here but keep Yuriko out of your business. She is mine.”

“As if I wanted to have her. I could get any fox if I was into them.” Shin let out a growl. He reached his arm, pulling Elizabeth close. “But it seems that these two can’t stay away from each other. And I can’t let them go on blabbering whatever.”

“May I remind you; it was Yuriko’s eagerness and my familiars that made it possible for you to fetch Elizabeth back?” Ruki’s voice was ice cold.

Something went through Shin’s mind, and Yuriko could tell it wasn’t pleasant. It was odd that Shin couldn’t have figured out Elizabeth’s location on his own even though he seemed to be in an important position in the Demon World. Or was that the reason?

Before Shin could say anything, Ruki held Yuriko’s hand and started to walk her out of the library. “The lunch break is over for you. We are to go back to the classroom.”

“But Ruki…”

“I will not negotiate this.” Ruki pushed Yuriko to the stairs and forced her to climb up.

Yuriko peeked behind her and waved her hand. “I’m sorry, Eli-chan! We’ll talk another time!”

They walked through the corridors in silence which made Yuriko’s skin tickle. She could still smell the burning scent of rage that lingered within Ruki even though outside he looked as collected as ever. Finally, he pushed her into an empty classroom and closed the door behind them.

“You are a handful. What is it in that Elizabeth that lures you to her over and over again?” Ruki ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “I do not understand that. You have a home now, a family. You have me as your master. Why is having a friend so important?”

“I simply like Eli-chan. Having her in my life makes me happy.”

Ruki frowned and pressed toward Yuriko. Her buttocks hit the edge of a desk as she backed down, but Ruki scooted even closer, leaning in while imprisoning her gaze. “Your master should make you happy.”

“And… you do. It’s not that you don’t make me happy… but having other people around me enlightens my life as well.” Yuriko swallowed. She didn’t want yet another fight with Ruki. Not yet another cold shower. If only Ruki would have seen her point of view… but he kept pushing closer until Yuriko almost laid on the desk and he hovered above her.

“It is… it is… like you have your brothers! They are special to you. I can’t ever take their place and neither I should… There is room for all of us in your heart.” Yuriko’s words made Ruki stop. He frowned and his gaze seemed to turn inwards for a moment. Her heart pounded, and she didn’t dare to say anything more, not to break Ruki’s focus on inner matters nor even ask what was going through his mind.

“I see…” Ruki sighed. “You are driving me crazy, Yuriko… I do not know what this power of yours is but it is messing with my thoughts. Constantly. Over and over again you make me think about things I usually do not bother to consider.”

“I… I… I’m sorry for that…”

“Then perhaps you should take responsibility for your actions…” Ruki pinned Yuriko against the desk, pressing her wrists on the hard wood. The tip of his nose nuzzled to the column of her neck as he inhaled deeply. “Such a sweet scent…”

Releasing Yuriko’s wrists, Ruki tore her ribbon off and the upmost buttons of her shirt open. “I cannot stand the thought that someone else would come this close to you…”

“Of course… of course, not! Having friends isn’t like that! We simply talk and do fun stuff together! Elizabeth isn’t going to bite me!” Yuriko placed her hands on Ruki’s shoulder, squeezing them slightly.

“She better not, for everything within you belongs to your one and only master…” Ruki’s breath swiped over Yuriko’s skin as he spoke. His lips glided along her neck until they stopped over a vein that pulsed against them. Tensing, Yuriko could feel how her heart climbed toward her throat and drummed in her ears.

“Hmm, so eager for your master’s fangs. You are such a good girl…”

The white pain hit Yuriko, making her arch and whine under Ruki. Her eyelids fell shut as her fingers clenched his school uniform’s jacket. As the piercing ache turned into gentle sucks a moan escaped her.

“Such a shameless sound…” Ruki kept draining Yuriko’s blood, pressing his body on hers. He took his time, savoring every drop of the sweet liquid that had bound them together. “I should take you home right now so that you could give me more…” Licking over the wound, Ruki sighed. He kissed the bite mark, straightening up right after and pulling Yuriko with him.

Arms enveloped the Kitsune woman as Ruki almost crushed her on his chest. She wrapped her tinier hands around him and squeezed as hard as she could, dizziness making her lean against him.

“Always remember to whom you belong.” Ruki’s words were mumbles as Yuriko’s hair muffled them. “I will not let anyone else have you this way.”

Ruki released his grip, taking half of a step back. A cold finger brushed Yuriko’s cheek and finally combed a strand of her hair behind her ear, revealing the fresh bite mark better. Picking up her ribbon, Ruki buttoned Yuriko’s shirt and hung the accessory back in its place. “You are not to meet that Tsukinami Shin again. He is dangerous… and we do not know his full connections to the Kitsune. You are allowed to spend time with your friend Elizabeth but that is all. Is that clear?”

Still dizzy and out of breath, Yuriko nodded. “Yes… I understand.”

Ruki’s smile turned the world upside down. Yuriko would have given anything to see that every day.

“You truly are my angel. Now, let us go to the last class.” Ruki took Yuriko’s hand and pulled her back to the hallway. “And prepare yourself, I will expect to hear more of those unashamed voices of yours when we are back at home.”

Yuriko placed her school bag next to her desk and pulled off her cardigan. As she tapped the switch of a tiny lamp, a slightly fluttering orange light filled the room, leaving the corners of it hiding in the shadows. The surface of the desk was drifting with pens and notes Yuriko had written another day while doing her homework. She knew she should arrange things better but right now, the mental energy for that was slipping from her reach as the weight of the past evening pressed on her shoulders.

On the other side of the window, the night sky spread over the yard, but the moon was hiding behind the heavy clouds, making everything shadowy and even darker than usual. The school night was still whirling through her mind as she roamed to her closet and stuffed the cardigan on the shelf.

There were so many things going on. Elizabeth seemed to have her own troubles, living with the Sakamakis, and Yuriko didn’t want to bother her friend too much with her endless search for her brother and mother. Other than that, she knew she should be concentrating on school, but everything else simply felt more important.

A knock from the door made Yuriko’s hand stop when she was just about to tug off her ribbon. She didn’t have time to say anything when Ruki already walked in, pressing the door back shut behind him.

“Umh… Ruki?” Yuriko lowered her hand, pulling the ribbon off at the same time. “Did you already finish your talk with Kou-kun?”

“Yes.” Ruki stepped closer, picking up the ribbon from Yuriko’s fingers. “You do not need this now.” He let the accessory fall, gazing down at Yuriko.

“Well… yes, I was going to change my clothes anyway…” Yuriko squirmed, glancing into the closet where her pajama shorts and top were waiting for her.

“You will not need any other piece of clothing either.” Ruki leaned in, running his fingers along the column of Yuriko’s neck and finally, plucking open the uppermost button of her dress shirt. “Such beautiful skin… I should be the only one who is allowed to admire you like this.”

“And… and… you are…” Yuriko gasped as Ruki pulled open another button. She didn’t shy away, for he had seen everything there was to see. There were no secrets between them in this regard. He was the only one who had ever wanted her, who had shown her all these signs of love. “You don’t need to worry. I don’t want anyone else… and no one else wants me. So there —”

Ruki's gaze darted to Yuriko’s eyes as stormy as ever. “Do you not see how everyone’s eyes are ogling you?”

“Eh? No… no, I don’t…”

Pulling another button, Ruki frowned. “You are so beautiful that everyone keeps staring at you with dirty thoughts in their minds.”

Yuriko shook her head. “I… I don’t think so… There isn’t anything special in me…” Sure, she had strange colored hair, and perhaps, that made people turn to look at her but that was all. In general, she didn’t even have other friends than Elizabeth. No one was interested in her, so Ruki’s worries were unnecessary.

Ruki stopped opening the buttons and snatched Yuriko’s chin, lifting it. A smirk rose on his lips. “Perhaps your master should show you the true beauty of yours. Would you like to see that, Yuriko?”

“I guess?” Yuriko didn’t understand how Ruki could display something like that. She knew what she looked like, so there was nothing new to see.

Chuckling, Ruki released Yuriko’s chin and enveloped her waist, making her walk directly to the tall mirror in the corner of her room. It reflected them both, revealing Yuriko’s slightly flushed cheeks and bosom that vibrated up and down along with her breathing.

“Now, what do you see?” Ruki’s lips caressed Yuriko’s earlobe. “Tell your master everything…”

“I… I see myself… I see us… standing in front of the mirror. We look like we always do…” Yuriko tried to glance at Ruki, but he took her chin again and turned her face toward the mirror.

“Do not avert your gaze for a moment, my angel.” Smirking through the mirror, Ruki opened the rest of the buttons of Yuriko’s shirt. “You are to keep your eyes on the mirror until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear, Yuriko?”

Yuriko nodded. A tickle meandered in the bottom of her stomach, and she couldn’t prevent her muscles from tensing as Ruki slid the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. The mirror showed a lace bra that pushed slightly up a perky pair of breasts, one of them blemished with a rather fresh bitemark.

Ruki let his hands trace Yuriko’s sides until they met the waist of her skirt. He didn’t waste time, moving one of his hands behind her and tucking the zipper open. The skirt, too, ended up on the floor, pooling around Yuriko’s feet. Her panties were comfortable cotton with tiny hearts printed on them, looking a bit childish now when Yuriko stared at them. The panties didn’t quite fit together with the bra and thigh-high white socks that squeezed her legs slightly.

“Now…” Ruki plugged Yuriko’s bra from behind, releasing the hooks. His cold fingers caressed her at the same time he pushed the straps down her shoulders, making her shiver all over. The piece of clothing met the floor in front of Yuriko’s eyes, revealing her bare breast to the mirror.

Yuriko wasn’t used to staring at herself like that. Of course, she knew what she looked like, but this was different. She could see how the tips of her perky buds were slightly swollen and reddish as if asking to be touched. But she didn’t dare to lift her hands, neither did Ruki give her the fondling her body cried for.

“Such a beautiful sight. Now, take off your panties, and do not avert your gaze.” Ruki’s voice was as calm and collected as ever even though Yuriko’s insides were trembling. Her breathing got stuck in her throat, making her feel slightly dizzy. This was completely different from other intimate moments she had shared with Ruki.

With quivering hands, Yuriko took hold of her panties and pulled them down. As she tried to keep her gaze in the mirror, her legs wavered and she almost stumbled while tugging the fabric and lifting her feet.

Ruki ran his fingers on both sides of Yuriko’s neck. Their coldness radiated on her skin, sending even more shivers down her spine. Ruki moved on, caressing her shoulders with slow movements. Leaning in, he followed his hand trail with the tip of his nose and inhaled deeply while looking directly into Yuriko’s eyes through the mirror.

Grating his fangs along Yuriko’s shoulder, Ruki smirked. Yuriko tensed, squeezing her hands into fists as she prepared herself for what was to come. The urge to close her eyes was almost unbearable, yet somehow, she managed to fight against it. As she watched, Ruki pierced her skin. The pain shot down her upper arm, making her gasp for air and flutter all over. A small rivulet of crimson tried to escape, yet Ruki caught it with his tongue before focusing on gentle sucks that make Yuriko’s heart bounce as if it wanted to give him even more of her elixir of life.

Relishing with Yuriko’s blood, Ruki traced her sides and followed her curves, finally placing his hands on her hips and holding her in the spot. He savored each drop without hurry while keeping their gazes locked into each other. Gaping her mouth, Yuriko could see how a pinkish flush climbed from her chest to her neck and all the way to her cheeks.

“Such a good girl.” Sighing, Ruki licked over the wound and kissed it. His tongue darted out, tracing his lips before his hands pushed Yuriko toward the floor. “Sit down with me…”

Ruki slid into a sitting position, placing his legs on each side of Yuriko’s. She squirmed, turning her head. No way she could watch anymore. This was getting too… something!

“I told you not to avert your gaze.” Ruki grabbed Yuriko’s chin, forcing her head to turn again. Her view went blurry the moment she saw the mirror. “Hmm… that was unexpected.” Ruki’s chuckle embraced her ear. For a moment, he let go of her chin but only to remove her glasses… and once more she could see her face that was as red as her eyes were amber-yellow.

Taking Yuriko’s chin again, Ruki put his other hand on her thigh. He shoved the leg gently and finally lifted it over his when Yuriko didn’t move. “Now, the other one.”

“Umh!” Yuriko drew breath, unable to voice out her whirling thoughts. Or did she even have any thoughts at all anymore? Her face was searing, her deepest parts quivering, almost clenching.

“Be a good girl for your master and do it~”

Holding her breath, Yuriko raised her leg over Ruki’s as the urge to close her eyes kept growing. Yet, she couldn’t stop staring at the sight in front of her. Never had she seen herself from this angle, and a tiny voice in the back of her mind told her to snap her legs back together and stop being so lewd.

“Hmmm… already glistening for your master’s eyes…” Ruki glided his hand on Yuriko’s inner thigh, moving up until his fingers were caressing her soft hair. He pushed his fingers over the curls, dipping one of the digits between her folds. “So wet. It seems you are enjoying yourself, is that not so?”

“I… I… umh…” Yuriko didn’t even know what to say. It was like her mind was turning into an empty space or mush. Ruki meandered his fingers deeper, pushing one against her entrance while his thumb rubbed on the tiny moist, and glimmering pearl.

Biting her bottom lip, Yuriko tried to keep the moan in. Yet it escaped her.

“Do not hurt what is mine.” Now, there was a slight edge on Ruki’s voice. Smirking through the mirror, he traced Yuriko’s bottom lip while still holding her chin and finally, pushed a digit into her mouth. As Yuriko gasped, he only pressed his finger further in, repeating the gesture at the apex of her thighs as well. The moist sound made her cheeks flush even more, yet she couldn’t do anything but stare at the finger that dipped into her, sliding deeper every time while Ruki kept his thumb dancing on her clit at a steady pace. His other index finger pressed against her tongue, rubbing it, and preventing her from swallowing. The shocking pleasure almost sent her swooning.

Yuriko’s back was resting against Ruki’s chest as he made his fingers work their magic. Another digit pushed past her boundaries, conquering her now embarrassingly damp deepness. She clapped her hand on Ruki’s thigh, squeezing instinctively.

“That is right. Hang onto your master.” Ruki’s darkened voice echoed against Yuriko’s ear, his lips caressing the earlobe as he spoke. “Now, let the bliss take you over~” He increased the pace, thrusting his fingers back and forth while curling their tips, causing friction against her walls. At the same time, his thumb never stopped but circled her pulsating pearl until she could not do anything but surrender the sweet sensation that sent heated shivers from her core to every single cell of her body, filling her mind with gratifying rapture and covering the view from the mirror with tiny, sparkling stars.

“Oh my gosh!” Yuriko’s squeal turned into a muffled mumble when Ruki’s finger pushed her tongue, darting in and out of her gaping mouth. She arched her back. It was more and more difficult to keep her gaze on the mirror when Ruki pushed her closer to the edge. Her body was weeping, her mind whimpering, yearning for the peek of pleasure no matter how shameless she looked at the moment. Her inner walls clenched around Ruki’s fingers while she felt something hard pressing on the small of her back, jerking even. Whining and squirming, she dug her fingers into Ruki’s thigh and moaned as his fingers wetted her mouth and turned her into throbbing hot pudding with their dance on her most sensitive spots.

And just then Ruki pulled his fingers out and moved his thumb from Yuriko’s crying pearl with a smirk on his lips. As his index finger left her mouth, she let out a frustrated moan. She felt so empty and was in a brick of explosion. Yet now the grand final had been stolen from her, spirited away. “Ruki… please… I need you…”

“Is that so?” Ruki’s smirk only grew bigger. He lifted his hand which was glistening with Yuriko’s arousal. “Then be a good girl and lick this clean. Perhaps then your master will grant your wish.”

The fingers had a distinct smell of Yuriko’s lust when Ruki moved them closer to her face. Blinking, she couldn’t help but glance in the mirror. Her cheeks were scorching red while her body was covered with a slightly pinkish shade as her breath pushed out as whimpering pants. She opened her mouth, sliding out her tongue and tracing Ruki’s digits with it. The taste of sweet saltiness filled her senses as she worked through the sticky moistness that coated his skin. Deep within her a sensation of a squeeze made her shiver. Her body craved more, so she wrapped her fingers around Ruki’s wrist and kept licking until there wasn’t even a drop of the liquid of her love left.

“Such a good girl~” Ruki smiled almost gently, moving his hand and making Yuriko release her grip. He pulled off his blazer and ripped his shirt over his head, tossing both on the floor. “Open my pants. Hurry.”

Turning around, Yuriko took hold of Ruki’s belt and tugged it open with quivering hands. Now, when she couldn’t see herself, it was easier to act. She unzipped Ruki’s pants and started to yank them down. He helped her and soon there was only one last piece of clothing separating them. Yuriko pressed her palm on the bulge, massaging slightly. She could feel how the length jerked as if asking to be freed from its fabric cage.

Ruki plucked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, allowing his hardness to spring against his belly. The sight made blood throb in Yuriko’s veins in so a fast and heated manner, she could almost hear it in her ear canals. “Ruki, please… I want to feel you…”

A pleased smirk. Ruki nodded. “Then turn around again and sit on your master’s lap.” He moved sitting on his folded legs, his eyes not leaving Yuriko even for a moment.

Swallowing, Yuriko crawled around, meeting her wide gaze in the mirror again. She backed down a little, moving her legs on each side of Ruki’s and taking support from his knees. He grabbed her waist, lifting her hips, while his manhood poked against gates that were ready to open up for him. He was all she wanted; all she could think about now.

Ruki pushed Yuriko down, bolstering her, as his shaft spread her heat, slowly and teasingly. Shame and desire mingled hot in her throat while Ruki reached the bottom of her depths, holding her down.

“You look so sexy right now.” Ruki’s words were a mere whisper that caressed Yuriko’s ear, yet they sank into her heart. “You are taking me so well. Now, prepare yourself.”

Pressing her palms on Ruki’s thighs, Yuriko let him lift her waist again and then shove it down once more. She was lost to the rhythm and each thrust guided her further and further into the glow of desire, into a bonfire of their lust that was already consuming her. As their gazes met through the mirror, a wild, raw need passed between them.

Ruki slid one hand over Yuriko’s chest, between her breasts that were bouncing with each buck of his hips, and constrained her against his upper body, making her back arch slightly. As he glided his other hand over her heat, massaging her weeping pearl again she couldn’t help but throw her head back and moan, her inner walls crushing his manhood that pierced her over and over again.

Lifting her hand, Yuriko grabbed Ruki’s nape. As he once again hit the sweet spot deep within her while his fingers teased her throbbing nub without mercy, she sank her nails into his skin and moaned like ever before. Her whole body squirmed and quivered as everything else disappeared. There wasn’t anything else than this thrusting rhythm, Ruki’s shaft filling every inch of her and his touch sending tidal waves of pleasure through her.

“Oh my gosh! Oh gosh! Ruki! I can’t take it!” Yuriko whimpered, almost sobbing as she felt like she was about to burst into tiny pieces beyond repair.

But Ruki growled and increased his pace, pushing them both against the floor. “You can and you will!”

Yuriko’s breast rubbed on the carpet while Ruki bounced in mercilessly, without taking any breaks. She cried and panted, scratching the rug under her as her mind turned into mush. She clenched around his length breathtakingly fast, exploding again… and again while endlessly wailing his name.

Just when Yuriko thought another explosion of bliss would kill her, Ruki pulled out, rubbing his manhood between her buttocks. The cool yet sticky liquid shot over her, coating her butt and sliding into the junction of her legs. Shivers run through Yuriko as the sensation hit her. She lifted her dizzy head and gazed through the mirror at Ruki, who was taking support from her lower body while panting heavily.

“Never question your beauty and sexiness again, Yuriko.” Ruki’s voice had a rough edge to it. His hand caressed Yuriko’s frosted buttock. He let out a long sigh before leaning in and hauling Yuriko in his arms. She sobbed and shook in his grasp as the stickiness of her skin glued them onto each other. Ruki turned her around, stroking her back while pressing her on him. He caught her lips with his, seducing her into a soft kiss.

“I love you, Yuriko. From the bottom of my heart.”

A whisper that meant to the world. Yuriko smiled between her sobs, wrapping her limbs around Ruki. “And I love you, Ruki… more than I can ever tell.”

Ruki chuckled. “You could try.” He took a tight hold of Yuriko and teleported them directly into a hot bath that wafted the scent of lavender.

[zzztobi]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐣𝐣𝐤 ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ chapter thirty one

chapter thirty

NAOYA WAS YELLING AT

yuta for something that you didn't care to listen to. your mind was focused on seeing megumi today, if he happened to come to rehearsals. it will be the first time you'd see him after your fight in his room, after 2 full weeks where he's been ignoring your existence completely.

the ache in your chest was unbearable, it wasn't just the heartbreak that hurt but the feeling of losing someone so important in your life. you blamed yourself every night, every moment you caught yourself zoning out. even yuuji seemed to be avoiding you everytime you two crossed paths. it was understandable though.

the door to the room opened and a sluggish megumi made his presence known. you stared at him, at the noticeable dark color under his eyes, his messy and tangled hair that was way longer than he was used to, at his crumpled clothes. everything about him screamed that he was going through tough times.

toji was the first to approach him, leaving his seat on the red couch. "megumi, how have you been?" toji's tone was cautious as if he was talking to an enraged beast. megumi just side eyed his father and kept walking. you thought he was coming for you, maybe he finally put aside his childish tantrum and decided to listen to you. but like he did with his dad, he passed right past you with little to none eye contact.

he only talked when he reached his uncle's side, with a voice so broken and low you might think he hasn't talked in years: "i'm leaving the band. don't ask why, don't call me to come back, anything. forget i even exist" the room fell silent at his words, the atmosphere turning into something grim. naoya only nodded back, speechless. nobody said anything, not even nanami who watched from the doorframe, not even yuta who was looking confused at his ex band mate. everyone seemed to know the reason and nobody wanted to put it into words.

megumi moved again to get out of the room, only for you to grab his arm and stop him. this was your only opportunity to talk to him, you couldn't lose it again. " 'gumi please" you pleaded. megumi just turned his head a little, enough to watch your saddened face. he swore he wouldn't feel anything if he saw you here, he swore to strengthen his heart, to delete any feelings for you that remained. but after not seeing you for so long, he felt that spark again, the rapid beating of his heart against his chest.

then, those words you said, the truth about you and what you did, it all came back making that little hope die. "you lost the privilege to call me that a long time ago" and with a snatch of his arm, he left the room. you were left there, in the middle of it being the centre of attention. gojo stood up and approached you, "y/n i know it's sad but-" your harsh tone broke his sweet one. "don't even get near me again. none of you" and with that you also left the room.

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days passed by in the blink of an eye, then weeks and months until the last day of school. it was maki's graduation and she wanted you to go with her as her plus one. maki was the only one that stood with you through it all, even though she scolded you for what you did and how you approached things. she also updated you with megumi's well being; he seemed to be doing well in class and started going out more with yuuta and yuuji. she didn't talk about any love interests and you thanked her for that, it did hurt still.

and about maki's love life, she was fully in love with that girl nobara but your stupid friend hadn't confessed just yet. you tried to push her into doing it since it was cristal clear that nobara also had feelings for her, but she still refused and doubted it.

it was maki's turn to go on the little stage to pick up her diploma when a girlish voice screamed from the last row of the seats, a few rows behind you: "maki zen'in i have feelings for you! would you be my freaking girlfriend?!" when you turned your head it was nobara who was yelling. thank god, you thought. maki on the other hand, blushed hysterically trying to compose herself in front of every student that looked between the two of them. picking the microphone that nanami held in his hand she answered back: "of course i will dickhead"

everyone clapped and whistled, even the first row where all the teachers sat down. when you looked back to the front, you met megumi's stare causing the air to stop flowing to your lungs. after all this time you haven't crossed paths with him and now looking at his blue eyes directly was shocking for you. he looked even more breathtaking than he did before, he looked more mature and taken care of. suddenly, he turned back and a notification popped on your phone.

megumi

"can we talk?"

with no hesitation you answered, trying so hard to not sound needy.

you

"of course"

megumi

"back door of the gym, after the celebration"

you weren't preoccupied of maki then, since she had escaped with nobara as soon as she got her diploma. but now you were a little anxious about what megumi had to say, will he scream at you? will he try and amend things? he didn't give away anything when you two made eye contact so, what did he want exactly?

2 YEARS LATER

"i'm telling you y/n, he was definitely staring at your tits the whole time" said megumi while stopping the engine. "and i'm telling you that he was looking at my face. he was just shorter than you. it looked different from my point of view" you answered back, closing the passenger door. "i'm going to have to agree with megumi though, he was definitively salivating." megumi and yuuji laughed while you just shook your head.

this was something that happened often: when a random man talked to you they would twist the interaction in some kind of way just to annoy you, even though the old man was just trying to ask you for a direction.

you stayed behind the duo, reminiscing the good times that you three shared together. after that period during your third year of college you promised not to do anything that could break this friendship again. megumi had talked to you indeed on maki's graduation night. he was sincere and straightforward, he was hurt for what you did but he also agreed that you two were important in each others lives, so you would start again. it would be hard he said, since you broke his trust for you completely.

it has been tough, all this time you tried really hard to come back to this, to the get togethers and sleepovers, to the laughs until you couldn't breathe anymore, to hugging each other, to your best friends. the wound was still open but with each passing day it seemed to close a little more, healing little by little. there would be days, like today, when you three would spend the night at megumi's and toji would disappear completely. you haven't heard of him or the others since you graduated and megumi didn't talk about his father either.

"y/n can you please take the groceries to the kitchen while yuuji helps me with something upstairs?" you nodded your head before entering the fushiguro's household. the bags were heavy but you managed to get them out of the car to the front door. only when you entered the house you acknowledged the figures sitting on the living room who grumbled and snickered at the monopoly game in the middle of the table, making your knees to buckle a little. megumi didn't warn you about them being in here, just the thought of his father alone scared you.

let's say you didn't end the game like you were supposed to. now it was the first time in years that all the players were on the same place at the same time. their wide eyes replaced by some teasing smirks, looking between each other as if the could communicate with their minds. your legs wouldn't move even if your brain was telling you to run far away, to get out that house and never come back. toji was the first and only one that talked while the rest looked at you with dark eyes:

"hello princess. wanna play a game?"

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

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Haikyuu characters thinking you want to break up with them

part 1 (Atsumu& Sakusa)

Heyyyoo~ I'm sorry I haven't post in a while school's bad and it managed to get into my nerves without me going to the place itself plus i have now wifi so I have to connect to my dad's data☹️ Thanks for 33 followers😭💖!! Especially to my friend Mocha berry who supported me :)

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⚠️Warning⚠️: swearing, not proofread

ATSUMU

"I really have enough!" Atsumu banged his fist down the table, making you flinch and take a step backwards.

"You are so fucking dramatic," he pointed at your shivering figure.

"I'm dramatic?" You asked hysterically. "I'm the ones who's dramatic?" You asked again, glaring back at Atsumu. "Open your eyes, 'tsumu! You're the one who made this into a bigger issue!"

"Me?!" Atsumu screamed back, finally making your tears fall down. "Y/N! If you weren't do clingy, this wouldn't happen!"

"Its not my fault that my boyfriend doesn't have time for me!" You fisted your hands.

"And this is fucking why I regretted to ask you to be my s/o!"

You stopped. Brain stopped functioning as you slowly let his words sink in, and to your despair, he didnt stop there.

"If you weren't my s/o, I would have a free life without you whining around like a kid," Atsumu was still shaking from anger.

"I would have the best life without you," he muttered.

More tears flowed down on your face.

"Fine!" You walked out the kitchen and into your shared bedroom, making sure you bang the door open.

You grabbed your bag and began stuffing down your clothes.

You heard loud and fast footsteps and in the corner of your eye, you saw Atsumu standing and peeking in the door, regret filled his eyes.

"Y/N—"

"If your not contented with me," you began as you take another bag and filled it with toiletries. "Then find another s/o, I wouldn't mind,"

You swung your bag over your shoulder and quickly breezed past him out the door.

"Y-Y/N!" 

Tears prick your eye since again as you quickly fumbled with your house keys and shakily tried to shove the the keys into the keyhole.

Atsumu grabbed your arm, trying to pull you to his chest.

"Y/N! Babe—"

"Don't fucking call me Babe!" You turned to him, new fresh batch of angry tears flowing down your cheeks. "Save that for your new s/o!"

You could see Atsumu's eyes turn glassy, his bottom lip trembling.

You successfully unlock the main door and you walked out of your apartment, striding down the hallway and waiting for the elevator.

Atsumu quickly followed you to turn annoyance, sniffles escaping his trembling lips constantly.

You hated seeing him hurt, especially if your the one who cause it. Imagining him with another person left a sour taste in your mouth.

But now that Atsumu said that he wished he wasn't your s/o, you knew that it wouldn't be long for him to find a new someone— if ever the both of you really make things over.

You distracted yourself by looking up the escalating red digital numbers that was labeled up the elevator doors.

In the corner of your eye, you see Atsumu opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he couldn't. His hands hesitantly trying to reach out for you, his head hung low, tears dripping out of his red eyes pitifully.

The elevator doors finally opened and that's when Atsumu find his courage to talk to you.

"Y-you're really gonna leave me, aren't you?" He whispered softly, only loud enough for you to hear.

You stopped your attempt to walk in the elevator and stare aimlessly somewhere.

His sniffles and hiccups were getting worst. He was obviously trying to stop himself for crying.

You watch as the elevator doors close infront of you.

Turning to him, you saw his huge mascular figure shaking violently and his head still hung low.

"You are, aren't you?" He asked shakily again.

You dropped your bags and threw yourself to him, hugging him tightly.

He finally broke down, loud sobs echoing the empty hallway and hugging you back tightly.

"I'm never gonna leave you, 'Tsumu," You sobbed into his chest. "Never. . . I can't do that, I love you so much,"

"I'm so sorry, baby. . ." Atsumu sobbed into your hair. "Shit. . . I'm so sorry. . . I- I didn't mean what I said, I would never replace you– Fuck! Please forgive me baby. . ."

You let out a watery sob.

"H-hey, it's fine 'Tsumu." You looked up at his slightly swollen and wet but dreamy eyes. "I'm sorry for being dramatic," you giggled slightly.

He wiped your tears.

"It's fine baby," He smiled at you through his teary eyes, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "I love you. . ."

"I love you more,"

He smiled, his eyes suddenly lighten up more.

"Hey, I found a really good movie in Netflix! It's a horror movie, let's watch it together!" He smiled down at you, gripping your hands.

"Okay! Let's watch it tonight!" you smiled up at him.

He smiled wider and cupped your cheeks, leaning down to kiss you.

Sakusa

Sakusa groaned. He stood up straight and made the mop lean towards the wall.

He scanned the living room all sparkling clean. Walking towards the couch, he plopped himself down, sighing in relief.

Sakusa having a bad day is an understatement.

The weather is bad, rainy and muddy outside, making their volleyball practice get cancelled for their own safety. Just today, when he woke up, he found that you weren't around. Sakusa had no idea where you went and it angers him that you didn't let him know. He waited for you and he spent his time cleaning the house and yet it has been an hour since you left.

And he hadn't have his breakfast and it made him more grumpier and more icy than ever.

Sakusa stood up and was about to go to the kitchen to eat on his own when the door opened, revealing you in muddy clothes.

"Hi babe!" You softly chuckled before breaking out in to a harsh and loud cough.

Sakusa flinched at that.

He observed you as you drop the plastic bags filled with what he assumed groceries.

He watched as you slowly walk into the living room, leaving a disgusting trail of wet puddles and mud.

Sakusa clicked his tounge.

"Y/N!" He frowned as you stopped in the middle of the living room, looking up at him. "I just mopped up the floor!"

"Oh, I'm sorry—"

"Save it Y/N. . ." He clicked his tongue in annoyance once more, picking up the mop again. You knew he was mad, and you tried not to worsen the mood more. "Look what you did!"

"Babe. . . I'm really—"

"I said save it!" He raised his voice higher making you shut up. "Where are you from?"

"I went to the grocery—"

"We still had a lot of food!" Sakusa pointed the way to the kitchen, eyebrows deeply furrowed.

"No, there isn't—"

"Shut up okay?!" Sakusa banged the mop on the floor harshly, you flinched. Tears threatened you.

He wasn't always like this and if he ever is, it wouldn't be a pleasant sight.

Sakusa run his hands through hair, tugging it stressfully.

"Go to the bathroom and clean yourself!"

You slowly slumped across the living room in the way to the bath.

"If you want to be part of this household, then make yourself useful. . ."

You turned around just as he finished whispering those words.

"What?"

Sakusa turned to you.

"I said 'If you—'"

You laughed, humorlessly.

"So you're saying I'm not useful?" You voice cracked with sadness.

Sakusa only stared at you with his stoic expression.

"That I'm worthless?" You pointed to yourself.

Sakusa frowned. "I didn't say that—"

"But you're making it sound like that!" You raised your voice, running your hands through your damp hair angrily and in stress.

"You're the one who's making it mean like that!" Sakusa exclaimed, slightly shaking from anger.

"I am your fucking s/o! And you have the audacity to insult me!"

Both of you argued on and on, the clock ticking away, voices getting louder than the last. You don't know when would this end and how.

Both of you were stubborn, both doesn't want to lose from the other.

Until, Sakusa had enough. He swiped the things away from the coffee table, making the fragile things on it shatter loudly, triggering the tears that sat on the edge of your eyes and fall down your cheeks.

"Would you shut it?!" Sakusa's cheeks glowed red.

"You're not telling me what to do!" You shouted back.

"You are so fucking stubborn!" His voice trembled. "You know what? I regretted to be with you!" He screamed shakily, pointing at your smaller figure.

Tears flowed down your cheeks more. You stepped up to him, you didn't care if you're still damp with rain.

"And you know what? I did too," you spat the words with venom and you saw Sakusa softened, guilt immediately swan in his eyes.

You immediately walked to the main door and Sakusa immediately followed, trying to string his sentence but it all ended up with a stutter mess.

"Y/N!" He called as you banged the main door close, you walked out the glass doors and you were immediately met with heavy rain pouring down your back harshly.

You didn't know where to go and you panicked when you hear Sakusa running to you from behind.

"Y/N!"

You tried to run away but he gripped your wrist, making you turn to him.

"Y/N. . . Please. . . please. . ." He grabbed your hands and clasped his huge hands around yours, looking at you with pleading eyes. "I didn't mean—"

You sobbed.

"Maybe it's better if you find someone new. . ." You tried to pry your hands away from his, in which you successfully did due to him staring at you in shock.

"What? No! I won't replace you!" He shook his head, making his now curly hair sway along with him.

He paused, guilt swimming at the pit of his stomach and his lungs, making it hard to think and breath.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

You looked up at him and you immediately spoke.

"I—"

"No,no,no,no," he chanted, tears swelling his own eyes. He held your hand as he let out a sob that he tried to keep in.

He knelt down still clasping your hands, looking up at you. Sakusa broke down, sniffles, hiccups and sobs escaping his trembling lips.

"No,no,no, please don't break up with me," he cried.

You cried with him as you knelt down beside your lovely boyfriend.

"Please don't, Y/N. . . I- I can do anything! Just forgive and stay with me—"

You peck his lips, making him shut up.

"I won't break up with you, silly boy," you went to his chest as he hugged you right, both of you crying hard and not really caring of you're out in the rain.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed.

"I'm sorry too," he sobbed back.

You pulled back and wiped his tears, and he did the same, which was useless since the rain was still drenching you both.

"Let's dance in the rain?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him as you let out a distorted laugh since your throat is still sore.

"That only happened in cringy romantic movies," he let out a watery laugh of his own.

Nevertheless, you both stood back on your feet and danced in the rain.

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GET IT TOGETHER, JUNGWON!!

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⋆·˚ ༘ * in which jungwon had meant for that love letter to go to yeri, and not you—her bff. for some reason though, he finds that with each moment he spends together with you he's closer and closer to forgetting all about that damn letter.

no song for this chapter!

WRITTEN PORTION. 2.1k

also partially unedited, sorry if some things don't make sense or are confusing T_T

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The bell rang.

You made eye contact with Jungwon across the room, and yet his brown pools nervously flitted towards Yeri's direction instead. They were President and Vice President though, so you didn't question much. She was packing up her bag, and had sent you a small smile.

"I'll see you next class, ok?" she said, "Make sure you eat a full meal before work."

You grinned at her. "Got it! I hope you have a good time with whatever you said you were doing, sorry I couldn't eat with you today."

Being the only two people in your friend group with the same lunch period, you usually sat with her for it. Talking about classes, chatting mindlessly, idly looking around the cafeteria for people you knew was fun only when it was with her.

"It's fine," she replied, waving off your apology and placing her notebooks away. "It's your first day with a boyfriend, I want you to be happy."

You appreciated her genuine gladness for your own happiness so much, you could barely hold it in. You wrapped your arms around her, sending her stumbling a bit with your weight. "Woah, YN!"

Having someone so positive, so supportive, and so authentic as Yeri around you for so long had definitely brightened your outlook on life. Such a friend was a one in a lifetime chance, and yet you lucked out. You just hoped she thought the same of you too.

"Thank you! I love you so much!" you exclaimed into her shoulder.

She released a giggle, patting your back with one hand as if to ease you down. "It's the bare minimum of friendship, YN. I just hope that Jungwon doesn't hurt you."

The tone in which she said it felt more serious than it usually was, which was a bit odd. You understood her concern though, of course your friend wouldn't want you to be hurt! And yet, everyone and their mother knew that flower boy Yang Jungwon would be the least likely person to do such a thing.

You loosened your arms a bit, tilting your head at her confusedly. "Why would Jungwon hurt me..? You know he's too nice for that!"

You knew that Jungwon and Yeri had definitely gotten closer to each other since the Student Council elections, but your faith in Yeri had outshined any insecurities or suspicions that could've ever formed. She had definitely talked frequently to him, especially with all those times they've had to stay after school for paperwork, so you would've thought that she'd know Jungwon's personality by now.

She took ahold of your arms, smiling at you before wrapping her own limbs around your form. Gahh, hugs from Yeri! You giggled into her shoulder again, from where your face had buried itself into. "I know, I know. I'm just being worried, I think."

You nodded. "I get it, thank you."

Yeri and the rest had always been like this. Even though Niki would act disgusted towards your displays of affection, he loved it when you made time for him. Heeseung too, actually. Yeri and Heeseung were both equally protective of Niki and you, even though Yeri was your age.

Since the day you had became friends she was the one looking out for you. Not to say you were irresponsible, but because she was just naturally a protective person. It was a quality you and many others admired about her—her loyalty to her friends.

"Remember that guy that was obsessed with you? Back in middle school?" she muttered.

You hit her arm playfully, and she let you go. "He wasn't obssessed!" you insisted, "I thought the snacks were cute!"

Yeri laughed. "Ok, whatever you say, but he was always buying you stuff. Can't believe you turned him down, though."

Your eyes glanced towards Jungwon, who was waiting by the door with his hands in his pant pockets. The large mass of students filtering out of the opening had covered his figure at times, blocking your view when they did, and yet you knew you could point him out in any large crowd. He stood out in a way that had you nervous all over again.

"Yeah well," you started, looking away and instead down towards your shoes bashfully, "I told him I liked someone else, and now we're just buddies."

You slung your bag over your shoulder as Yeri decided to nudge it. "Wonder who that could've been," she teased, and you let out a indignant whine.

"You don't have to wonder!"

She pinched your cheek, and you pretended to attempt to bite at her finger playfully. As the both of you exited the doorway, you sent a smile towards Jungwon.

The brief eye contact made him look away again, for whatever reason, you didn't know. "I'll see you in the cafeteria, right?" you asked, a bit hopefully. Yeri stopped beside you.

He fidgeted a bit, nodding his head. "Yeah, I'll find you there."

You grinned at him, and went onto your tippy toes. Jungwon's large brown eyes widened, and he almost leaned back when you planted another chaste (burning) kiss onto his cheek. Again?! You're kidding!

Neither of you knew how relationships worked, but were you sure a kiss on the cheek could be considered the first step? He had to hold his breath, otherwise he would've made a noise.

"Ah—" Like the previous time, you moved away too quickly for him to have comprehended the situation fully—or to say anything.

Your bag slightly jostled as you promptly walked down the hallway. The figure of your back going further and further down, becoming smaller and smaller as he stood there once again. He held onto his cheek. The ghost of your lips were still there, faintly, but the touch was evidently still imprinted into his mind. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get used to that.

As you left, Yeri looked over towards him. Her smile was devoid, which was the first odd thing, and suddenly she grabbed his wrist—the one still tracing your kiss.

Jungwon looked after at her shocked, but she provided no explanation as she dragged him along with long, big strides. "What are you doing?"

"I said it'd be quick, you have to get to YN, right? Lunch with them?" She turned her head to the side, awaiting an answer.

"They told you?" he asked, but of course they told her. You were best friends. "I mean yeah, nevermind. I do."

He was going to tell you about the misplacement of the letter, too.

With how fast Yeri was rushing them both, they made it to the Student Council room much quicker than they would've if they had walked casually as they had done before. The windows of the Council room were open, the long curtains blowing with the passing wind.

The room was fairly old, not yet upgraded as the other classroom in the Hybe building were. They still had gray, cloth curtains connected to their windows, and Jungwon had found the curtains annoying when they decided to brush against his face while he was working.

Still, he found the sun and its brightness too pretty to try and close the windows. As he looked at them, Yeri had made a point to shut the door.

Jungwon glanced over in time to see her lock it, too. If he wasn't anxious before, he was now. "What did you want to talk about?" he inquired, placing his bag down.

No answer. He looked up, and blinked at her as she said nothing, just staring at him with her head tilted.

She took a step forward (he took one back, he had to), and another (his sneakers squeaked against the polished floor), and another, and another (Jungwon stumbled a bit, feet confused with his backwards direction), and more until—

Jungwon's back collided roughly with the wooden surface behind him, making an aching pain build upon the lower part of his body. Before he could even think about the spreading heat, Yeri had already slammed her hands on either side of the desk, shocking him into straightening back up.

She was close.

Not closer than you were, but close enough to where he was panicked on where to look. They had shared such a proximity before. Only once, but it was still near. He had leaned over to take a look at some paperwork on her desk, and her face was inches away.

He didn't notice her lashes though, nor her bright eyes like he did with you.

"I called you here today to speak to you," she began. Her voice was steady, calm, confident. Whatever she was planning to say, she had either rehearsed it or was steeled in her resolve.

"A-About what?" A stutter. Not good. He hadn't meant to stutter, so he just gulped down his next nervous words.

"About YN."

All of a sudden, Yeri had surged forward. Her stands of hair had flown with her, falling off her shoulders and hanging over Jungwon. Even though he was taller than her, he had to lean back to not come in contact with any part of her skin.

He held his breath again, like he did with you, but because he was terrified he'd accidentally breathe on her face.

Her eyes had narrowed. Yeri's eyes never narrowed. They had always been slightly curved from a smile, or fondly closed in thought, but never once had they even become close to those dangerous slits on her face.

Was this the same person he knew? What had initially drawn him to her was her sweetness, so how could she look so stone cold (read: terrifying) in this moment?

"Look, I know we're kind of close and all, but YN was my first friend and one of my only long-standing friendships since I was 9 years-old." Jungwon couldn't take her gaze, so he turned to look out the window as she spoke.

"They've been my rock ever since I started having trouble with my parents, and was always supportive of everything I did. YN is self-sacrificial and diligent in a way you'd only notice if you were friends with them, and observant to the small details, playful when you need them to be, and highly emotionally empathetic—"

She paused, as if finally noticing Jungwon's attempts to distract himself.

"—I'm talking to you here." His eyes snapped back towards her face at the harshness of the tone she used, and a bead of sweat formed at the back of his neck. Ok, never trying that again. "You're not a bad person, Jungwon. I know you're not the type to hurt someone like that, but I'm not taking that chance. YN is a very sensitive individual, ok?"

Yeri waited, long enough for the frightened boy in front of her to get the memo. Eventually, he nodded.

"Good. So don't you ever attempt to hurt them—actually, even if it was a mistake, I couldn't care less. I will make sure you won't live past the age of 30. You won't even be alive to see your grandchildren, Yang Jungwon."

To make her point clear, she turned her glare burning. He could feel it through his soul. Such a stare would generally leave his heart palpitating, and it was surely, but he'd be an idiot if he didn't know the difference between it beating in fear and from affection. Right then, it was fear.

As if she was finally satisfied, Yeri leaned back from the cornered Student Council President in front of her, and took several steps backwards.

"Take this as my blessing for your relationship," she offered, hand coming to give a small pat at his shoulder. It took every fibre of his being not to flinch. He did Taekwondo for God's sake, what was with him?

The words hadn't come out of her mouth, but it was silently spoken from one party to another. This wasn't just a blessing, this was a warning. A threat too, all in one.

Yeri took it upon herself to exit the room first, even making sure to close the door gently as to not disturb anyone around them, and Jungwon's legs took him to his Council President seat—because if he didn't take a seat, he was sure he'd faint somewhere along the way back.

Kim Yerim had just threatened him like an overprotective Mob Boss whose child had just gotten their first boyfriend. Kim Yerim, his crush, the girl he had been pining over since they had both been elected for Council positions, Kim Yerim—who he had apparently not known enough about.

Outside of the room, Yeri was making her way down the hallways, checking messages on her phone as she did so.

(10)! unread messages from Heeseung!

All with the same premise. What did you talk to Jungwon about? What did you say? Yeri? Where are you?

She should've known Jungwon would tell his other friends, it was only natural he would. I'll deal with that later.

She tucked her phone back into her skirt pocket, unaware of the frantic footfalls of someone running down the hallways in the opposite direction.

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"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)

read part two here !!

summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.

tagged; @weasleyssupremacy

word count; 4.6k

content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !

a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))

you hadn't done much with him.

just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.

didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.

and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.

pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.

"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.

you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"

he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.

he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head.

he swallowed. “what do you like?"

"i'm gonna need some context here."

"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.

even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.

"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"

you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.

"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.

"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.

"go on, tell me! i want to know."

"it's embarrassing!"

"i won't make fun."

"yes, you absolutely will."

"won't."

"will."

"just tell me."

you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."

"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —

"promise you won't judge?"

"promise."

"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."

a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.

"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"

"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.

"fetch? i'm not a dog."

he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"

"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.

"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.

you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."

getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.

"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."

"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.

"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"

"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"

looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"

"want me to turn around?"

"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.

"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"

"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."

"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."

"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.

"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.

"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."

ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.

"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.

you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.

"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.

"fuck..."

"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.

"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.

"yeah."

a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.

ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.

you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.

your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."

he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"

"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.

"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.

you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.

"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.

"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."

you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.

after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.

"y/n..."

"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."

‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."

you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.

so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."

"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."

he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.

you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."

"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.

"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."

seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.

and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.

"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."

ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.

"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."

"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.

"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."

you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."

you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.

ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."

"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."

"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.

you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.

"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.

"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"

"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.

"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.

"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"

"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"

"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.

"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.

taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"

you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.

he pressed on. "so?"

"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.

but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"

you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."

it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"

you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.

"please, ronnie." you whined.

"okay, okay. what next?"

"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"

"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.

"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.

he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"

"yeah, please."

you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."

he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.

"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.

"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.

he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.

with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.

"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."

he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"

"shut up and kiss me. idiot."

[cosmiclove-heavenstruck]

Midnight Quidditch Games | Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Reader (written with a female reader in mind, though the gender is not stated)

Wordcount: 3800 words

Warnings: none, just fluff and friends-to-lovers

Summary: Fred and George come up with the idea of hosting illegal Quidditch Games for all four houses every Friday night. Harry convinces Reader to play with him and they end up on the same broom.

a/n: No Voldemort Au, set in Harry's fifth year. English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. (Based on a headcanon by @/ murphcooper on tumblr)

Friday was my favourite day of the week, and there were two reasons for that: One, it was the start of the weekend, and two, we played Quidditch.

Up until fifth year, the most I had to do with the popular wizarding sport was cheering at the official school games for the Gryffindor team and attending the Quidditch World Cup in 1994. Then Fred and George came up with a very illegal, yet very exciting and fun idea, which was to host unofficial Quidditch games in the middle of the night that any student could attend. Whether it were First Years who could barely fly, or simple people that never made it onto their house's team, anyone was welcome.

The twins had planned it the first two months of their sixth year together with Quidditch fans from the other houses and had created lists for every common room, which wouldn't be readable by the teachers or Filch.

“It's illegal! What if something happens? What if someone gets hurt, how do you want to explain that to Dumbledore, or worse, to Professor McGonagall,” Hermione argued as soon as Fred and George had prompted their idea to us one Sunday evening.

“I'm disappointed. Do you really think we would work that sloppy?”, Fred asked.

“The house elves are in,” George explained. “Which means free food and free healthcare, all in one!”

“Awesome,” Ron said, and he should be proven right.

The only rules to attend were the duty to remain silent and to come in your pyjamas, just for the sake of it. Gryffindors and Ravenclaws would be playing against Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, Lee Jordan would be commenting as always and because Madam Hooch wasn't available, Hermione would be our judge. This was decided unanimously.

The first two games had occurred at the end of November, and they had been a complete mess. We had to raise the number of players on each team so everyone who wanted to play fit in, which led to three Keepers, six Chasers, four Beaters and two Seekers for each house. Furthermore, there had been a dozen of first years who couldn't fly yet and who had to be taught by voluntaries.

Those first two Friday nights I had spent with Lee, Hermione, Luna and Dobby on the commentary stand, cheering and eating chocolate biscuits. Once in a while, I had thrown a biscuit in the air for Harry to catch.

Because of the bone-chilling cold and pitch-black darkness brought by the Scottish winter, Fred and George had invented glass bulbs which carried bright orange, warm fire and hovered over the Quidditch pitch.

With the first Friday of December approaching, the excitement grew bigger and it was basically the only topic during every meal. Now that the rules and positions had set and the First Years could fly, we were awaiting the first serious game – as serious as playing Quidditch in pyjamas with Hermione as a judge could be.

“You have to play, too,” Harry said to me during lunch on Friday. My friends had tried all week to persuade me to play instead of only keeping Hermione company, while I had constantly declined.

“Yes, come on,” Ron agreed. “We know you can fly, you played with us this summer.”

“No, no way.” I shook my head and pulled the pumpkin juice jug closer.

“Why not?”, Harry asked, covering my glass with his hand. I raised my eyebrows, but he only grinned, which made my stomach tingle. But I glossed over the unwanted feeling and shoved his hand away.

“Because all positions are filled. And besides that, I would be a terrible Chaser,” I answered. “Or a terrible anything, really.”

“You could play as a Seeker,” Hermione suggested and poured herself a drink. “You're good at noticing details.”

“But Harry and that boy from third year are playing as Gryffindor Seeker,” I reminded her, cutting my toast in half.

“You could fly with Harry,” She said plainly. I stared at her with wide eyes. I should had known the moment I had told Hermione about my not-so-tiny crush on Harry that it had been a bad idea. Now she did what I should had expected: Trying to set me up with him.

“No, I – no.”

“But I wouldn’t mind,” Harry said. “And if you don't like it, I can drop you off at the stands again. Come on Y/N, say yes.” He nudged my shoulder, looking at me with sweetest puppy eyes. I couldn't say no to him, he knew that. I sighed.

“Fine.”

A content smile lit up on his face. “Brilliant.”

Around half past nine, we made our way out of the castle and down to the Quidditch pitch. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, as well as a dozen other Gryffindor students had their brooms shouldered, following me and Hermione through the dimly lit corridors.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” I whispered, tapping the Marauders Map, which soon revealed Hogwarts’ grounds, ink lines flowing over the parchment. Filch was strolling around in his office, and so was Snape. McGonagall’s ink dot hovered in the East tower of the Fourth Floor. “Everything’s clear, but keep quiet,” I informed the others.

Hermione linked her arms with me.

“How are you?”, She asked, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Shut up. What was that at lunch?”

“Oh, come on, I just said what you were thinking. Everybody knows you have a thing for each other,” She said, and I quickly turned to make sure Harry was still talking to Dean and Ginny. Hermione chuckled. “I made a bet with Ginny that you will kiss after catching the Snitch together,” She added.

I swirled back around. “You what?”

“But Ginny thinks you'll snog in a broom closet afterwards.”

Before I could reply anything, Harry had caught up with us.

“What are you two whispering about?”, He asked, leaning closer so I could smell his deodorant.

“Nothing,” I said and was glad that the darkness hid my tinted cheeks. Hermione let herself fall back, leaving Harry and me alone at the front of the group.

“You're a terrible liar,” He said.

“Says you. Remember last year when we had detention with Snape –”

Harry wrapped his left arm around my shoulders, pulling me unintentionally closer, and placed his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking any further.

“You promised you'd take that to the grave.”

I grinned and pulled his hand away, though his arm stayed around me.

We made it out of the castle without any inconveniences, thanks to Peeves, who – on orders from the twins – created some chaos in the trophy room and distracted McGonagall.

We were the first to reach the pitch, and Harry unlocked the door under the stands with the key on the necklace around his neck, which led to the changing rooms and the spare brooms. Fred and George had stored the fire bulbs under a loose floorboard and were now freeing them so they could fly over the pitch. Hermione directed her wand towards the sky, sending out a Muffliato Charm, then winked at me and climbed up to the commentary stand with Lee.

In the meantime, the other houses arrived; the Hufflepuffs were followed by a tiny body of house elves carrying fast food on tablets over their heads. They spread over the stands, consorting with the students watching the game and providing them with hot meals and drinks.

“Welcome back everyone!”, Lee's voice echoed over the pitch and the crowd cheered. “And also welcome to everyone new here who wants to play or just likes to break the rules.”

“Hello from me too. We have some new players I want to introduce,” Hermione continued. “Marina Florence playing Keeper for Slytherpuff, Arthur Mitchell deputizing for Gryffinclaw’s Chaser Demelza Robbins, who is currently stationed in the hospital wing, and Y/N playing Seeker for Gryffinclaw together with Harry Potter.”

“That's ridiculous! Since when are we playing in pairs?!”, Draco yelled out of the crowd of Slytherin players.

“Since I'm making the rules, you daft idiot!”, Hermione called back, and laughing echoed over the field. Ron's language was clearly leaving a mark on her. “Now get on your brooms, everyone!”

“Make sure you don't slip off your broom in those silk pyjamas, Malfoy, ” Fred snickered loudly, and Draco held up his middle finger.

Slowly, the huge crowd of players on the pitch flew up into the air, positioning themselves on the right spots. I turned to Harry, who climbed on his broom. That was the part I had avoided to think about all afternoon: How would we fly on that thing together?

My heart drummed so loudly against my ribcage it was a miracle he couldn't hear it. We were friends, I reminded myself. And I would not ruin this friendship for the sake of some stupid feelings.

“Come on, Y/N,” Harry said, stretching out his hand. I grabbed it, and he helped me to climb onto his Firebolt, so that I was sitting in front of him. His fingers gripped around the broom stick, not very far from where I had placed my hands.

“You alright?”, He asked and I nodded.

“Brilliant,” I said, and he chuckled. He then wrapped his left arm around my waist before he kicked us off the ground and the Firebolt shot through the cold night air. My back got pressed against his chest, his knees squeezing my thighs, and out of shock, I held onto his arm around me.

I hadn't flown since last summer, and even then it had only been on Ron's old broomstick a few feet above the earth. This here was the complete opposite: Harry's Firebolt was a hundred times faster, and it barely took us three seconds to be the ones flying the highest over the stadium.

“I got you, everything's fine,” Harry said somewhere close to my ear as he had noticed my hand clenched around his arm, and a warm shiver ran down my spin. I looked down on the Quidditch pitch.

“It never looks that high when I’m down there,” I said.

“Are you afraid of heights?”, He asked, but I shook my head.

“No.” Not with you. I could feel his heart beating against my back and absently stroked over his hand on my waist, until Hermione's voice ripped me out of my thoughts.

“Okay, I want a fair game and no injuries, is that clear? And show some respect to the youngest players! Now ready, steady, GO!” With a wave of her wand, the trunk with the Quidditch balls snapped open and the Quaffle flew high into the air, followed by two Bludgers. For a short moment, I saw the Golden Snitch, then it rushed off into the darkness.

“So, what do we do now? Any secret strategies?”, I asked.

“No,” Harry answered, placing his chin on my shoulder. “We just wait and watch.”

A tingling warmth spread through my body at the subtle touch. Gently, Harry steered the broom around the pitch, while the others beneath us played.

“Katie wins the Quaffle – passes to Montgomery – Rick close to score, come on – YES, Gryffinclaw scores 10 points!”, Lee bellowed and loud applause erupted. “And Slytherpuff in possession – Blaise with the Quaffle – Josephine Gordon from Hufflepuff takes over, excellent Chaser that girl, and rather attractive – OW, I'm just stating facts!”

Hermione had smacked Lee on the back of his head.

“Anyways, Blaise in possession once again – now First Year Conan Ivory – Smith overtakes – and he scores. Ron, look at the Quaffle, not at Hermione – OW! – But Gryffinclaw still leads – Ginny overtakes – fights off some Slytherins – hey, careful Harry, Bludger coming your way –”

Harry quickly leaned over me and the Firebolt dropped a few meters, dodging the Bludger rushing over our heads. George (or Fred?) darted after the ball, calling a quick “Watch it, lovebirds!” at us, and hit the Bludger towards a Slytherin Chaser.

The other twin was close behind, shouting “Less snogging, more seeking!”

“Shut it!”, I yelled. For Merlin's sake, did everyone knew about my crush? Was it really that obvious for everyone except Harry? Not that I wanted him to find out – he would be embarrassed, he didn't think of us as anything other than friends.

Harry's arm slipped from my waist and he cleared his throat, but a broomstick did not provide much space, wherefore his chest was still pressed against my back and I could feel his rather fast heartbeat.

“Do you, uhm... want me to drop you off?”, He asked.

“Oh. Uh, no,” I said, trying to turn so I could face him, “I like it, but if you want to –”

“No! No, I just thought...” Harry’s eyes danced over my face like they had never before and we were quite close.

“ – Applebee has the Quaffle - and that's a score! Sixty to sixty!”, Lee called, and Hermione blew her silver whistle. I ripped my eyes off of Harry and looked down to the commentary stand. “Now, we’re gonna have a short break, because Dobby thinks you're gonna starve otherwise. All the first and second years are asked to go back to their dorms, because it's almost midnight – don't complain to me –”

Harry carefully steered his Firebolt back to the ground where he landed near Ron and Ginny. I climbed off and was glad to be spared an awkward conversation, because Ginny grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the pitch. The sudden loss of Harry's warm chest made me shiver.

“Now, have you ever thought about making out in a broom closet?”, She asked, a mischievous grin on her reddened face. I rolled my eyes at her.

“Hermione told me about the bet, so don't even try! No one's gonna make out in a broom closet,” I said.

“Except you and Harry,” Ginny replied. I opened my mouth to talk back, but was interrupted.

“What’s going on with you and Harry?” Cho had caught up to us, snatching a plate with fish and chips from a tablet an house elf carried through the crowd. “I have watched you, it's adorable, honestly.”

“First off, there's nothing to be adorable,” I said and stole a fry from her plate, “and second, you are supposed to watch the Snitch, not us.”

“So is Harry, but he only has eyes for you.” Cho smiled and tapped my nose with her finger. Ginny giggled and ate a piece of fried fish. In the same moment, Hermione breathlessly jogged up to us.

“What – were – you – waiting – for?”, She panted. I furrowed my brows.

“Huh?” Hermione sighed and shook her head.

“You were this close to kiss him, why didn't you do anything?”

“Is my love life this much more interesting the Quidditch game?!”

All three girls answered “Yes” in union.

“But he doesn't feel the same way for me!”, I argued. “We are friends –”

Ginny grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around. “Do friends look at each other that way? I don’t think so.”

Harry stood a few feet away with Ron, Seamus and Dean, though he seemed not to listen to their conversations and instead stared over at us. At me. When he realised he had been caught, he waved shyly and almost spilled his pumpkin juice. I waved back at him before turning to the girls again, all of whom were looking temporising at me.

“Oh, I – I don't know. Even if you're right, I can't just kiss him out of nowhere on his broom.”

“No, you gotta snog him in a broom closet so I get my Galleon,” Ginny said smugly, and Hermione nudged her with her elbow and looked at her watch, before blowing her whistle again.

“Everyone back on their positions, break's over!” Then Hermione shot me a serious look. “Get the boy, we're all done of you pining over one another. Ron can get the other boys to crash somewhere else, if you need the dorm.”

“Hermione!”, I gasped, but she was already rushing back to the commentary stand.

“Good luck,” Cho said, and Ginny winked. I glared at them before making my way over to where the Gryffindor boys stood. I saw how Ron said something to Harry, patted his shoulder and flew off.

Harry turned to me, smiling. His hair was even messier than usual due to the wind, and he had put on a black hoodie over his pyjamas. He looked cute and hot at the same time, and I couldn't quite believe that he was supposed to like me back.

“Do you want to – or?”, He asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled and he got on his Firebolt, making space in front of him for me.

“Good. I mean –” He cleared his throat as I climbed on his broom. The next second, we were high up in the air, his chest against my back again.

“Okay, guys, game's on again! Go!”, Hermione shouted and waved her wand at the Quaffle, which flew upwards and was caught by Ginny instantly.

“And we're back – Katie passes the Quaffle to Valentina – She flawlessly dodges a Bludger – Back to Peters, almost made it onto the Ravenclaw team – and he scores! SEVENTY TO SIXTY.”

I took a deep breath and leaned back against Harry, watching the game unfold. He propped his chin back onto my right shoulder, like an unspoken routine.

“I think I'm gonna play again next Friday,” I said out of the blue.

“Really?”, He asked, sounding surprised. I smiled. The crowd underneath us cheered.

“Yes. If you save me a place on your broomstick.” I turned to look at him, and he smiled brightly at me. We were as close as earlier, maybe even closer. I held my breath, until I noticed something small and golden buzzing through the air behind Harry, illuminated by one of the fire bulbs.

“There!” I pointed at the Golden Snitch, and Harry's head spun around to assure himself.

“Do you trust me?”, He asked.

“Of course,” I replied. Instantly, his hand was back around my waist and he yanked the Firebolt around.

“ – Seamus throws the Quaffle to Dean – Dean passes Nott – and he scores! NINTHY TO EIGHTY FOR GRYFFINCLAW! And Potter seems to have spotted the Snitch, Draco, Cedric and Cho close behind – Come on, show them what that Firebolt can do!”, Lee's voice roared from somewhere deep down, but my eyes were glued onto the Snitch: It whirred through the ice cold December air and up to the left ring of the Slytherpuff team.

Malfoy had almost caught up to us; even though the Firebolt was the fastest broomstick on the market, it was obviously slower when carrying two people instead of one.

The Snitch twirled around the pole, then dropped down and headed for the floor. Harry followed, and now we where almost vertically flying downwards. Because of the sudden shift of direction, I swore loudly and clenched my hands tighter around the broom.

“I won't let you fall, I promise,” Harry called over air rushing past us.

“I know, but a warning would have been nice!”, I yelled back, and he chuckled.

The weight of two people on one broomstick also meant that we got dragged downwards way faster, which meant we were outdistancing Malfoy. The Golden Snitch took a sharp right turn and now buzzed two meters above the ground to the other side of the pitch.

“You have to catch it!”, Harry yelled.

“WHAT? No, I can't –”

“Yes, you can! I have to steer!” And hold you. But he did not say that. I swore under my breath and carefully loosened one hand from the broomstick, stretching it forward. The Snitch was inches away from my fingertips and I pushed myself up, Harry's grip around my mid tightening. The silver wings touched my fingers, I stretched my arm further and in the same moment my hands clasped around the tiny, golden ball, we fell forward.

“ – And that doesn't look – Oh, Potter and Y/L/N are on the ground. I can't really see, if someone caught the Snitch –”

As one tangled mess, we landed on the frozen lawn, rolling over one another and stopping with Harry half on top of me. My whole body ached and I would definitely get bruises from the fall, but that was something I could worry about later. I caught the Snitch!

“Shit, sorry, fuck. Y/N, are you alright?” Harry's face hovered over me, a bloody scratch on his cheek. I grinned happily and held up the golden ball.

“Yeah, more than alright.”

“Y/N caught the Snitch! TWOHUNDRED AND FORTY TO EIGHTY! Gryffinclaw wins!”, Lee bellowed and the crowd cheered and applauded loudly. Harry held out one hand to help me up, and I took it.

“I'm sorry, I know I promised, but I couldn't hold you any longer and –”

“Shut up.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. My hands found their way into his raven hair, and he hugged my waist, pulling me so tightly his fingers almost touched his own rips with the opposite hand. I kissed him, and he was kissing me back; it felt like someone had lit a firework in my heart, and for one marvellous moment, we were the only two people in the whole wide world.

Then the other players landed on the field, and we broke apart, catching our breaths. We were both grinning, and I felt drunk from the cold night and catching the Snitch and kissing Harry.

The raven haired boy bent down to kiss me once more, this time softer, and he intertwined our fingers before leading us over to our friends, where Ginny flicked a Galleon into Hermione's open hand.

“Took you long enough,” Ron said, who had both his and Harry's broomstick shouldered.

“Well, they got around in the end,” Cho added, leaning against Cedric, his chin propped on her head. “Sleepover at the Ravenclaw dorm?”, She added, and we all nodded in agreement.

While Fred, George and Lee collected the fire bulbs and Quidditch balls, and the house elves cleaned up the dirt with a snap of their fingers, we made our way back to the Hogwarts castle:

Ron alongside Hermione, followed by Seamus and Dean arm-in-arm, Cho with Cedric, one arm around her waist, Ginny carrying a tired Luna on her back, and lastly, Harry and me, holding hands.

“You know, I'm glad I agreed to play with you,” I said. Harry smiled.

“Yeah, me too.” He pressed a kiss on my cheek. In spite of the shivering cold, I had never felt more warm and comfortable than in this moment.

[lilallama]

I have a very important question.

Would the clubs know about y/n’s abs or would they just find out on the spot when their shirt accidentally goes a little to high?? Or when it rains on a school day, their shirt reveals it??

I can smell their reactions.

Minor tw for Taehyung's part; he catches Y/n change and watches without their knowledge!

That is very important!

If they know of Y/n's abs depends on the member. Of course, they all fantasize what Y/n looks like without those pesky clothes in the way, but few have actually seen it. That was untill that blessed day after their club has just been founded.

It was currently 8:37am, during P.E. class at the school's gym. While Mr. Kwon was shouting at the other students, Jeongguk and Jimin were celebrating the fact that Y/n was in their P.E. class. To Jeongguk this meant he could not only show off to Y/n, but also shove everyone to the ground that makes eye contact with his Y/n without getting in trouble. Jimin was thrilled to be able to observe his baby the whole time, and maybe pull them close to 'save them from the ball' that was definitely flying at them and not 3m off. But what they got was more than they could've wished to get.

To their dismay they ended up on the opposing team. That meant; Jimin wouldn't do anything and Jeongguk would purposefully slam the ball against the teammates who are standing too close to Y/n. As the game continued normally, Y/n jumped to throw the ball over the net. While jumping their shirt slid up a bit, relealing the lower part of their stomach. The two simps could see part of their abs. Of Y/n's abs. Y/n's Abs! Immediately knocked out. They had to be brought to the school nurse. They still fanrasize about it on a daily basis.

Hoseok obviously knew. He's Y/n's best friend, practically as close as family lovers. So it happened before that he'd change in the same room as Y/n after spending a night there. Because he displays such a charming and innocent character Y/n trusted him to not be a creep. Good news, he tries not to look as much as possible, he is a gentleman after all. But, bad news, he can't help lok from time to time. When he first saw their abs it felt like all the air was knocked right out of him. Suddenly he started getting a bit insecure, briefly debating if he should hire a private trainer to help him buffen up. His heart was beating like crazy and his face got hot. Hoseok felt embarrassed that his reaction to their torso was so extreme, but who can blame him. Y/n just is so stunning.

Our Taehyung is a good catholic boy, he does not spend his time thinking about something so scandalous. That being said, it did not stop him from actually getting to see Y/n's abdomen. Before the club was founded was when it happened. Taehyung could not stop thinking about that beautiful angel he saw. His mind was some place else, far from where it should be, so he ended up spilling his drink over his uniform. It was just water but he still went to change, since wet clothes aren't exactly what one would call comfortable. He entered the locker room but caught Y/n in the middle of changing. Much to his shock, that was the angel he saw! They hadn't noticed him yet, leaving him to just mindlessly stare at them. His attention shifted to their clothing, or lack there of. Thankdfully only their shirt and jacket were removed. After briefly entertaining the idea of leaving and giving them privacy, like any respectable human being should, he instead backed away and peaked around the corner. He couldn't fully see the front of their stomach but managed to take a few peaks of it. Taehyung was practically drooling, his heart beating faster than it should and his face heating up. He just wanted to worship every part of their body, kiss every crevice, paint them (like one of your french girls-), forever commemorate this sensational he felt throughout his body. The thought of them spilling something on themselves and then having Taehyung clean it off with his tongue consumed his mind. Since when was he so shameful, so perverted. It's disgusting. But he stil couldn't stop his breath from quickening and his tounge running over his lipa at his fantasy. For a moment he was a perverse stalker, itching to record what he'd witnessed with his phone, the next he came to his senses and hurried out. Oh, how ashamed he was. That was absolutely disgusting. But he couldn't help keeping an eye out for Y/n during lunch time, maybe they'd require his... assistance.

(The gif was just too fitting not to add.)

Like the respectable student council president Namjoon is, he'd never try to see Y/n's abs! That is disrespectful and beneath him, is what he tells himself. He never had a problem with inappropriate thoughts and strongly believes skin is just skin. Many body parts, especially when it comes to female anatomy, are unnecessarily sexualised, he believes. But when it's Y/n, it just hits different. It was raining and he saw Y/n on their way home, drenched trying to shield themselves with their school bag, which didn't do much. Immediately he caught up to them and held his umbrella over their head. They looked towards him in surprise, which had him almost melting. But at a second glance he saw that their white dress shirt was clinging to their body, completely wet and partially seethrough. The shape of their abs could be made out underneath the wet shirt. Namjoon's face turbed red in an instant as he hurriedly took off his jacket, laying it over their shoulders and pressing his umbrella into their hand. He bowed and looked at Y/n's confused (but super cute) face, giving a rushed explanation and telling them to keep both the jacket and umbrella he ran off. He needs to cool down anyway. Y/n still has the umbrella and jacket. Maybe they're still using it and thinking about him, a thought which makes Namjoon feel a warm, tingling sensation all over. He's completely whipped for Y/n.

The awkward story of how Y/n and Seokjin met! Y/n was minding their own business, trying to get to class in time. Seokjin, conversing with the other, older popular kids in the school. Y/n was new to the school, while Seokjin was already most popular. Just as Y/n was closing their locker, books in their bag, Seokjin made eye contact with them. He smiled and threw a wink at them, but Y/n didn't even seem to register his gesture and just walked past. It hurt his pride, that beautiful new student wouldn't even look at him? At him?! The Kim Seokjin?! Nah-uh! Not letting that slide. He ran after them throgh the busy halls while avoiding all his many friends greeting him. Y/n stopped to check their bag, feeling like they forgot something. But Seokjin didn't pay attention and smashed right into them. He knocked into them which lead to this whole cliché, uncomfortable situation with them grabbing unto his uniform while stumbling backwards. They stumbled into Y/n's filled classroom (infront of which they were standing) and bumped into the nearst desk. The classmates whistled at the two and laughed. Y/n quickly removed their hands trying to laugh it off and apologise to Seokjin. But Seokjin was busy checking out ther abs. When they smashed against the desk Seokjin's hands mysteriously pushed the fabric up thanks to the power of plot convenience. He did not leave the best impression on them since he blatantly checked them out infront of a whole classroom of people and the teacher. Oh, well. That's how life is~

Yoongi is the only one who hasn't seen Y/n's abs in any way. That is probably for the best since he would faint and never look Y/n in the eyes again. Pray for this bean, everyone.