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work was a disaster. i haven’t ran in years but i was sprinting all morning 🥲
#we had 4 flag football games going at once#and i was stuck making sure every coach knew what field they needed to be at for each game#on top of watching over my own team and making sure they’re doing cheers#and in between each game there was a cheer performance and we had to rush the kids onto the field and set up for that#but all my equipment was at the other end of the field so i’d have to sprint across each time to go set up#and everyone was watching me run 🦧#and to make it worse every time i’d start running the football coaches would start cheering me on :/#and we got zero guidance on where we were supposed to be or what was going on so i just had to wing it#and at one point i had coworker 1 switch with coworker 2 because my boss put coworker 2 on the hardest school to deal with#and coworker 2 is terrible and can’t handle shit but she started arguing with coworker 1 and wouldn’t fucking switch#and i had to call my boss and she had to come run over and kick her off that school#and my boss was like ‘i’m so done with her. if she doesn’t want to listen then her ass needs to leave’#my boss told her to leave so many times because she didn’t know what the fuck she was doing#but she ended up staying because we had no one else to watch over that school#i don’t think that coworker 2 will be kept on for next round of classes lol
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INTO YOU
“I'm so into you I can barely breathe and all I wanna do is to fall in deep”
(fluffyfyfyfyffyyyyy cuteness, bsf!chris, bsf!reader, singer!reader, mutual secret feelings for each other) this is my first posttttt so lmk what ya think! Sorry I kinda got excited with this one :O
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I’m so into you I can barely breath
And all I wanna do is to fall in deep
“Hey bitchhhh!” Nick struts into my dressing room as I get ready and warm up for my opening performance on my tour. “Ayyeee!” I hype him up as he dances to Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the back. “You ready to kill it up on stage?” Matt hollers over my music as I turn it down a little “I’m excited for you” he sways me in a side hug. “Where’s Chris…?” looking around the room where just the three of us stand, feeling sudden disappointment. “Oh, uh he had something going on today but he wanted to show up,” he says, throwing chips in his mouth “he’s been talking bout it all month.” Matt rolls his eyes dramatically. “Oh…well…” I’m cut off by the stage director knocking on my door. “Y/n! You’re on in 5.”
But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line, hey, yeah
So name a game to play and I'll roll the dice, hey
“Going on it 2 minutes!” Greg, my stage director says through my ear piece. I hear the screams of the people who payed to hear me sing. They are here for me. I stand on the plat form of the stage, waiting for the cue and have it lift me up. It feels like time has frozen, I gaze over my pink, ruffled dress with lace details, beautifully accented by my thigh high lace tights, and my white, knee high boots with rhinestones on the bottom. I feel gorgeous. “Alright, y/n…you’re on in 5…4…3…” getting into my pose as I wait for the lift to go up, Greg directs me. Feeling my stomach turn nervously, the lift starts moving up slowly. Screaming through the crowd as I appear on stage.
“So baby come light me up and maybe I’ll let you on it” screams and cheers echo through the venue, the only source of light being the bright pink lights shining on stage, accenting my features. “A little bit dangerous but, baby, that's how I want it” the opening song is always the best and most thrilling part. “A little less conversation and a little more touch my body” There’s a pause in the music between each verse, the silence being filled by excitement and joy through the crowd. Looking through the crowd, I see many unrecognized faces. Each just as beautiful as the last. I also see some people I know. Madison, Olivia, Nick, Matt…then my eyes drift to the one person I hoped to see; Chris. We lock eyes as I see his figure standing front and center. I can’t help the grin that crosses my face along with a bright pink blush. “Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you!” I sing the song as I run, dance, jump, and throw my hips left to right. I have choreographed dances to do, but I mainly let my body flow to the bead. Singing my final few verses, I dance front and center of the stage, spinning and landing on my knees, then on my butt, legs to my sides. Whipping my head back and head facing the sky. “Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you…” locking eyes with Chris as I sing those last few words, really hoping he gets the hit.
Sitting there, staring at the people dancing and cheering and screaming. Wow. I can’t help but feel the sudden rush of excitement, love…can’t help but feel like I’ve made it. “Wow…this is…wow…” I laugh breathily into my sparkling pink microphone with hearts. Standing up and jumping off of the stage, fans crowd the barrier between them and the stage. Running up and giving a girl who had tears streaming down her face the biggest hug I could. “I- I love you…oh my…you-” she chokes out between sobs. Cradling her face “I love you too…thank you so so much for coming. You’re amazing!” I give her another hug before saying hi and hugging other people. During all of this, the instrumental to Into You plays. After a while I run up to the triplets. “Holy shit you’re amazing!” Nick yells, over the blaring music, hugging me first, then Matt, “you did great!” Then Chris. I step back, looking at him, both of us with a wide grin on our faces. I then jump onto the barrier and into his arms. He holds me at the waist, different from his brothers. He’s holding me so close, the only thing between us being the barrier. Chris brings his mouth close to my ear and whispers, “Great job princess.” Only loud enough for me to hear. With that, we separate the hug, I give him a soft smile before running down the barrier, collecting gifts from my fans. One being a pride flag, due to it being June, a pink fluffy cowboy hat, and many…many bracelets. Giving each person a hug and thanking them.
The rest of the show was magical, being something I wish to never forget. But something I know I won’t forget is the way Chris held me, the way he acted as if we were the only people in the room, how he whispered in my ear, the way I would catch him looking at me. I get off stage, quickly grabbing my pink Fresh Love hoodie off of my chair and throwing it on due to it pouring rain outside. Matt and Nick walk out of the VIP back door to their car, Chris following short behind. I catch his eye as he passes my dressing room door, completely frozen in place at the sight of his face. When he waves goodbye and leaves, I snap out of my trance and grab my things, chasing behind him. Running in high heeled boots is a stupid move, so I speed walk quickly, trying to get his attention. I bust through the exit doors, hearing the screams of fans escalate as I walk out. “Chris…Chris! Wait!” Matt and Nick already being in the started car, Chris is in a bit of a rush to get back. “Damn it Chris…slow down…” I mumble to myself, picking up my pace to a run. “Ooooo! Get your man!” I hear someone yell from the crowd and people start looking, and shouting along. This gains Chris’s attention and he turns around, soaked, his hair dripping and covering his eyes. “Y/n?” He yells to me. At this point I’m sprinting at him, slowing down when I’m close to him. “Chris…Chris I can’t…” I pant, trying to gain my composure “y/n, what’s…what are you doing?” “I just…” I get cut off by Chris grabbing my face gently and pulling me into a tender yet powerful kiss. I quickly get over the shock and kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. One of his arms slither around my waist as he pulls me closer. The lights of Matt’s car shine onto us and reflect off of each rain drop. Breaking away from the kiss, Chris rests his forehead on mine, us being so close made the world fall silent, the yellow light illuminates from Chris’s beautiful blue eyes. “God…I’ve been waiting to do that…” his breath hits my face as he lets out a breathy laugh. Shaking my head, laughing lightly I kiss him quickly then pull him into a tight embrace. “Me too.”
“AHH WHOOO!!” “I KNEW IT!!” “HOLY SHITT!” Screams come from the crowd beside us as they crowd the barrier blocking where our cars are parked. “Y/n?” he looks down at me as I lift my head off his chest, smiling up at him “Chris?” “I’m so into you…”
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Winter In The Shade V
Part V
Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader
W.C. : 2913
Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius’ fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter’s. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?
Warnings: None (?)
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“Anything I need to know for the party?” you asked Regulus as you two entered the charms classroom, both sitting in your usual spot while waiting for the rest of the students and the professor to arrive “You know, colors?” you said, raising an eyebrow “Do you want to get matching outfits? Should I be ready to leave at midnight before our carriage turns back into a pumpkin?”
“Pumpkin?” he asked, confused.
“Nevermind.” you waved a dismissive hand in his way, remembering he didn’t even know what a T.V. was. “What I mean is, this party's going to be the last time we see each other for weeks! We need to make it special so I can go back to the memories when the bitter reality hits me and you're not there.” you finished, letting out a dramatic sigh as you placed the back of your hand over your forehead.
Regulus looked at you with concern “Are you being dramatic or serious? I can’t tell.” he asked.
You narrowed your eyes, letting your performance fall as you flew a piece of hair out of your face “You’re not fun.” you grunted “And just so you know, I am being serious.”
“It’s only two weeks, Y/N.” he reminded you “You’ll survive.” He was met with silence, turning to look at you and the angry pout of your lips. He let out a long sigh “You have lived most of your life without me, what’s two weeks?” he asked.
You scoffed, letting your jaw fall as you crossed your arms “I don’t know, you cold hearted man. Maybe two weeks of boredom?” you said, watching as his eyes turned into one of disbelief “Torture.” you added “What am I supposed to do with two weeks by myself?” you asked him.
“What did you do before we became friends?”
Your brain froze at his question, both mind and eyes blank as you stared into the void. Regulus calling your name brought you back and your face turned sour as your eyes focused back on the raven haired boy before you “You are no good influence.” you mumbled sourly.
“Pardon?” he asked, his eyebrows scrunched together as he placed his book down, his attention completely on you.
“Since that day you hit me in the head my entire life revolves around you!” you whispered yelled, watching his shoulders relax as he tilted his head “And don’t try to deny it, we both know it's true.” you said, starting to pick up your things and shoving them inside your bag.
“What are you doing?” he asked, never trying to stop you and instead handing you the things you had placed on his side of the table.
“I, “ you said, placing a hand in your chest as you stood from your chair, looking down at him “am taking space from you. You have consumed my entire life.” you hissed, the urges to laugh coming through as a small smile broke through you every now and then.
Regulus watched you walk a few feet from where he sat, patiently staring at the back of your head with a small smirk “Y/N.” he called, his voice steady and calm “We have class, remember?”
You stopped, sharply turning to face him again from the front of the classroom. You purse your lips, glancing between the door and Regulus. You gave up in the end, letting your shoulders fall and dragging your bag all over the floor until you reached your chair again, falling into it.
Regulus bent down from his chair to pick up your bag from the ground, placing it on the table as he turned to look at you with a small smile “If it makes you feel better,” he said, breaking the silence that had fallen in the classroom “You have consumed my entire life as well.”
Your face broke from the bothered look you had put on, swinging your head so you would be looking at Regulus “It does,” you smiled “We’re attached to the hip.” you said, moving your chair so you would be next to him.
“That’s why we are spending the winter break separate.” he told you, his arm resting around your shoulder “So we don’t get bored and before we end up killing one another.”
You chuckled lightly “The thought had crossed my mind.” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder “That doesn’t mean it won't be difficult to be away from you. You’re my best friend.”
A silence fell all over the room and took you into it, pondering over the fact that a couple of months before you didn’t even acknowledge the existence of the other. You thought fate was funny in that way, friends you made on the first days after starting your life at Hogwarts were now strangers that glared at you from the opposite side of the Great Hall at dinner, people you knew your entire life now strangers you barely knew how to start a conversation with, even greeting them represented a challenge; friends you thought would be there for the rest of your life were now gone.
You had met Regulus months ago and you couldn’t imagine your life without him, and that scared you. The feeling of not being friends with him, of not knowing if you would ever see him again broke your heart and filled you with dread. Sure, you were spending two weeks apart but you knew you would see him once the holidays were over. The thought of losing someone had never made your stomach twist and your heart race quick the way it did when you thought about losing Regulus.
“I think that’s the beauty of us.” he said, capturing your attention immediately “Time is not the core of our friendship, it’s something else.”
You smiled, relaxing against his side as you hummed “Like what?” you asked.
“I don’t know.” he answered honestly “But I will like to find out.”
“Hmm, me too.” you sighed, another peaceful silence taking over the room “Promise me you’ll write.” you said out of the blue, his chuckle vibrating all over his body and through yours.
“You’ve made me promise I’ll write a thousand times now.”
“I don’t mean just these two weeks. Anytime you need something, that we’re away from each other, or if you just saw someone falling and it reminded you of me just… just promise me you’ll write.”
With his heart skipping a beat, Regulus couldn’t believe the words that had just left your mouth, his gaze falling at the top of your head. Never would have he thought you would be scared of him leaving, that you would be scared of losing him as he is of losing you. In his eyes you were so confident, so sure of what you do every single time, you had lost all our friends and because of what. Because of you, he reminded himself.
“I promise.”
Your mouth was left with a bittersweet taste after charms class. It wasn’t every day that you and Regulus got that deep in your conversations. Usually, the matters you talked about were more sarcastic and almost on the humorous side of the aspects of your life; school work and competitions was common as you spent at least an hour of your day glued to the chairs from the library. Deep emotional conversation was just unknown. You knew Regulus didn’t like it, and yet he seemed to be the most comfortable out of the two of you. He might be your best friend but Rowena Ravenclaw knows, you’ll never fully understand him. You’ve made peace with that.
It was the older Black brother you had trouble with.
Charm class was the last one for the day, Regulus having an extra class he worked on late at night that left you with hours for you to exist by yourself. Something you silently thanked as you walked outside the Great Hall after dinner.
Standing on your toes, you moved your gaze over the sea of heads that flowed from the Great Hall, all the chat and laughter making you snap your head in every direction that sounded slightly similar to the one you searched for. The green and yellow of the robes stood out the most, your eyebrows scrunched together as you lowered yourself to your usual height. You started to move, following the students as you held tightly onto your bag. “Where are all the Gryffindors?” you asked inside your head. And that’s when you saw it, the flaring red from Gryffindor robes as they all ran and cheered down the hills. The Quidditch pitch.
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Sirius and James had led the Quidditch team to the pitch, their loud cheers and whistles enough to draw the attention of the entire team and drag them down to an unplanned practice. Although they referred to it as a small game to celebrate Friday night, Sirius knew James wanted them to practice.
They were all in the air as soon as they crossed the lines drawn on the grass to mark the limits of the pitch, bags and school work scattered in the ground without a care. Peter and Remus sat on the grass, chatting calmly as they watched their friends play.
“Hey, Remus.” Peter asked, getting a hum from Remus as he never broke his gaze from the Quaffle, “Do you think Sirius likes Y/N?” he asked with the shake of his head.
Remus let out a laugh, head thrown back in the air as he got a few looks from the players “Was it ever a question?” he asked back, turning to Peter.
Peter laughed, the small chuckle dying down as he stared at one single point in the distance “Yeah, that wasn’t really my question.” he said, their hair flying to their faces as the two seekers rushed in front of them after the snitch. They blinked back, following the game without actually paying attention. “Do you think Y/N likes Sirius?”
Remus’ attention broke from the Quaffle, his look thoughtful as he considered it. What were the chances Y/N liked Sirius? Not many, he thought to himself. “I don’t know.” he answered “If I had to guess I’d say no.”
Peter smiled, his eyes scanning the air as he smirked in James’ direction, the act capturing the Captains’ attention as he followed Peter’s gaze “I think she does.” Peter said confidently, “I actually think she was in the crowd tonight.”
“Right.” Remus scoffed.
“Want to bet?” Peter asked, an eyebrow raised in his direction as he extended his hand towards him.
Remus nodded, clasping his hand in Peter’s as he shook it.
The match lasted a good two hours. Both sides of the Gryffindor team started the game as a playful practice that now had them at each other's throats like the red in their robes had turned green at some point during the game. James yells and instructions could be heard over the commotion of the crowd and the team, the tension palpable in the air as the players flew in the air at top speed. They were flashes of red in the eyes of the crowd. In the end, James’ side of the team won. The entire team flying down from their brooms with grins plastered in their faces.
Peter had jumped to his feet as he saw Sirius lowered himself until he walked on the grass, the smirk permanent on his lips as he walked to greet his friends. “Great game.” Peter said, giving a subtle nod in James’ direction as the smirk he had was mirrored in James’ face. Peter patted Sirius in the back as he was in proximity, his hand holding his shoulder as he leaned on his side “Pulling you best moves for the ladies, huh?” he asked.
Sirius laughed, nodding his head when James walked next to them, nudging Peter’s side knowingly.
“Or should we say Lady?” James asked, wiggling his eyebrows in his direction.
Sirius' face fell, his lips in a line as he recognized the glint in his friends eyes. They didn’t.
“Sirius.” he heard you say, his confused look erased in the blink of an eye as he put on his best smile, turning on his place.
“Hello, darling.” he said, his tone flirtatious.
You smiled briefly, your eyes wandering over all his friends standing too close behind him with expectant eyes. “Hi.” you said to them, all three immediately a mumbling mess as they turned and pretended to fall into deep conversation. You almost wanted to laugh, but you focused on the task at hand “Can I talk to you?” you asked, looking straight into his eyes.
His smile fell momentarily, nodding his head as he made a sign to his friends, who only smiled tightly.
“You little shit.” He heard Remus hiss, making Sirius turn to see James holding Remus back, a smug looking Peter running as fast as he could once Remus got free.
He shook his head with a laugh before he focused on you, following you to a more quiet place, the buzz from the people left behind as you turned to face him “Are you alright?” he asked as soon as you stopped walking.
You let out a breathy laugh “I’m okay.” you assured him, your eyes remaining on him for a second before you recovered your voice, “I wanted to talk about this.” you turned to your side, rummaging through your bag until your fingers felt the soft material of the box, pulling it out and holding it for him to see “You can’t do this.”
He had a confused look on his face, the smirk he usually wore coming back as quickly as it fell “You’re giving me back a rose?” he asked.
You blushed, suddenly feeling stupid for wanting to give it back “No… I mean, yes!” you mumbled, cheeks darker by the second “It’s not the rose, it’s the act.”
“You want me to take back...my actions?”
“I need you to stop.”
He nodded in thought, leaning against one of the wooden posts. He held himself back from teasing you and the red in your cheeks, or the fact that you said need. The only thought in his mind was that you didn’t actually want him to stop.
“So that means you won’t be going to the party with me?” he asked, a fake pout in his lips.
“I have a date.” you said, crossing your arms over our chest.
“You do?” he asked, his back straight as he mirrored your stance.
You ignored his reaction, taking a confident step towards him. You reached for his hand, holding his palm out to you as you placed the box there. “Please, just stop.” you whispered, the volume of your voice enough for him to listen as you stood so close to one another.
He closed his hand over the box, his free hand taking a hold of your wrist as he held it back to his chest, the movement making you stand closer to him “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his eyes looking directly at yours before his gaze roamed all over your face expectantly.
Your heart started to beat hard inside your chest, your feet rooted to the floor as you stood frozen under his eyes. He tilted his head, his thumb moving over the skin in your arm “Do you?” he repeated.
His skin felt warm against yours, the feeling sending electricity all over your arm before it woke you. You shook your hand out of his grasp, taking a step back with wide eyes “That is what I’m asking you. Yes.” you said shakily, holding your arm against your chest.
He tried to suppress his smile, he really tried but in the end he broke in a grin. “I’ll stop.” he stated, looking down to his palm before he connected your eyes once more “I only ask for one thing.”
He didn’t expect you to stay and listen, your jaw clenched as your look turned into a glare “What is it?” you asked harshly.
“Save me one dance.” he said, his voice soft and rid of any teasing or amusement.
“Right.” you scoffed, turning your face to the sky in disbelief. But you were met with silence, making your arms fall at your sides with a questioning look “You’re serious.” you asked, watching the glint in his eyes light up as he smiled. He opened his mouth to talk but you cut him off, lifting one finger right in front of his face “I swear to Godric Gryffindor if you make a joke you’ll be dancing by yourself.” you said harshly.
He bit the insides of his cheeks, letting himself feel the flutter of his heart at the simple gesture of you stopping his joke, like you knew him already. “Do you accept my offer, then?” he asked, offering his hand.
Your eyes lowered to his hand doubtfully “Do you promise you’ll stop?”
He nodded his head softly and you sighed, taking his hand.
What you didn’t expect was the squeak that left your lips as he took hold of your hand, holding it to his lips as he placed a short kiss over your knuckles.
“I’ll see you then, Y/n.” he told you, turning on his place as he went back to the pitch.
“See you.” you mumbled to yourself, staring at him and cursing him for the hurricane of thoughts left in his place. That didn’t go as planned.
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on the rebound | jeong jaehyun social media!au | part 8
↳ In an attempt to finally move on from his ex-girlfriend, basketball star Jeong Jaehyun reaches out to Y/N, who he knows has a crush on him.
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This... feels strange, you thought mindlessly to yourself, as your gaze fixed on the boy seated next to you. He was busy on his phone taking photos of the fading sunset that he barely noticed you staring, which you were quite thankful for because it allowed you to take a look at him just a little longer.
There was no denying that Jaehyun was attractive. To be honest, his beautiful features slightly intimidated you. When his perfectly shaped brows raised in surprise. Or when his dreamy dark brown eyes looked like he was trying to figure someone out. You especially liked it when Jaehyun smiled or laughed. You were confident Jaehyun’s dimples were the culprits of stealing many people’s hearts; those cheek indentations were truly fatal. However, for you, it was simply the occasional, cute nose scrunch. Unlike the dimples, the latter came and went quickly, but it still had an impact all the same.
Despite having been on few casual dates with Jaehyun in the past week, it was difficult to wrap your head around the time spent together, especially since the past two years consisted of you pining over him, after missing the opportunity to act on your feelings and confess to him.
Two Years Ago (First year of college)
"We should rent an apartment and be roommates next semester!”
Your eyes widened at Sujin’s suggestion. “All four of us?” you asked, swiftly spinning your finger once to point at yourself as well as the group seated around you. It was a clear day, so after class, you had a picnic with your friends at the university quad. “My parents helped me pay for campus room and board this year. I don’t know if my part-time job at the fitness center can afford rent.”
After meeting Sujin at the freshman orientation and running into Ten and Johnny in line at a food stand during the school organizations event, you had never had more fun nor felt more comfortable with anyone than you did with them. You remembered studying for hours often with Sujin since you both were biology majors and shared some courses. There was also the time when you attended the university dance team’s fall show and watched Ten’s first solo performance. Of course, though you almost always refrained from physical altercation, you could never forget the day you confronted Johnny’s ex-girlfriend at a party after she cheated on him and showed no remorse, which resulted in hair-pulling as well as Sujin and Ten dragging you out before further troubles. With what you all had gotten through together, there was no doubt that you considered the three to be your closest friends.
“Aren’t you going to apply for the research position with Dr. Kim? I’m sure it pays more,” Sujin said before taking a bite out of her sandwich.
“That’s the plan, but she hasn’t opened applications yet, so I just have to wait,” you sighed, laying down Johnny’s lap. “I think it’ll be fun to live together though!”
“I’ve actually been thinking about living off campus, too,” Ten said, grinning, “so you’d all be saving me from looking for roommates. I’m in.”
“Johnny?” you asked in a sing-song voice, looking up at the handsome male, waiting for his response. You opened your mouth as Johnny fed you a grape and then he leaned back, probably considering the idea.
“Hm... if I say yes, can I bring people over to spend the night?”
You grimaced at him before sitting back up right away while Johnny let out a laugh due to your reaction. “No thanks for the image,” you deadpanned, “though I guess it’d be cruel to deprive you of sex. We’ll all need to obviously talk more about housing and details later...”
“Y/N, behind you! He’s here.”
You instantly froze after Sujin’s announcement. “He’s here?” you mouthed, heart rate picking up, and Sujin confirmed with an eager nod. Pushing the conversation with your friends to the side, your ears were now focused on the sounds behind you. Multiple shoes against pavement. A ball dribbling. Familiar as well as unfamiliar voices chattering. When you tried to discreetly turn around, you found some members of the basketball team on the open court. You immediately spotted Jeong Jaehyun, casually wearing a black hoodie and maroon basketball shorts, playfully shoving a teammate after a teasing remark.
“Oh my god, how did he get even hotter after Spring Break?!” you muttered before turning back to your friends.
Johnny scoffed jokingly. “Hey, hey, keep it in your pants.”
“Also, aren’t you forgetting something?” Ten asked you, nudging his head back to the basketball court.
Oh. Right.
The actual reason you coincidentally (not) picked this day for a picnic at the same time Jaehyun and his friends played basketball.
You and Jaehyun took a Calculus class together the previous semester, and in a room with a little more than 100 seats, you ended up sitting next to Jaehyun. The two of you barely exchanged much words other than when one of you had questions about assignments, but you could not help but be drawn to him anyway. And although he did not have to talk to you outside of class, you always appreciated his greetings whenever you ran into each other at parties or after his basketball games. You thought your feelings were just a temporary infatuation, but your crush only seemed to grow after months, so you made a vow. After Spring Break, you would ask Jaehyun out.
However, now that you saw Jaehyun standing a few feet across from you, you felt like you were going to throw up. You wanted to back out. Abort. “Oh, look at the time!” you laughed nervously, pointing at your wrist that was definitely not wearing a watch. “I forgot I have to study for an exam tomorrow.”
You started to stand up, but Ten yanked you back down to the ground right away, causing you to land on your butt. “Nuh-uh. Don’t think so. Hey, Yuta!”
You shot a look at Ten, sending a quick telepathic message along the lines of Are you fucking serious? before turning back to everyone on the court. Almost all of the guys faced the direction of your group after hearing Yuta’s name called. You found Yuta who waved once he spotted you and your friends. I guess I’m doing this, you thought to yourself, breathing deeply and then mustering the biggest smile you could in that moment.
“Good luck, babe,” Sujin cheered as soon as you stood up and started to walk towards Yuta. The group had already dispersed to different parts of the court, ready to start a game.
“Is there a reason why you texted me if I would be out at the quad today?” Yuta asked as you ran into his arms for a quick hug.
You pulled away and then playfully punched his arm. “Maybe there’s just something about you playing basketball that makes me swoon,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him.
Yuta rolled his eyes, punching your arm back lightly. “Please. I can assure you that from middle to high school, when your parents worked, you had to wait after my practices so my dad could take us home. You’ve definitely used the word miserable to describe it.”
“Okay, but it’s obvious that my presence at your practices have made you into who you are today, right? This university has to thank me for their best shooting guard.”
Yuta grinned. “Alright, just tell me what you want.”
You hummed, rocking back and forth on your feet as you glanced around for the one who has been on your mind. “I actually wanted to talk to Jaehyun.”
“Jeong Jaehyun?”
You nodded your head. Yuta leaned closer, eyes narrowing as if he was trying to assess you. After a second, your friend straightened back up and called for his teammate. “Jaehyun!”
Jaehyun stopped his conversation with another player and turned his attention to you and Yuta, slightly confused, but he walked over to you both. “What’s up?” Jaehyun questioned, catching a quick glimpse of you.
“Y/N wanted to talk to you, so I’ll leave you two to it,” Yuta explained, ruffling your hair as a goodbye before he left you alone with Jaehyun.
You let out a nervous laugh, fixing your hair. It was now or never. With the close distance between you two, you got a whiff of Jaehyun’s cologne—wood, also kind of spicy. “Hey, Y/N. Sucks we don’t have a class together this semester.”
“Yeah, sucks. How was your break?”
Jaehyun shrugged. “I went to Cabo.”
You paused. “Oh.” The wealthy be different. “Cabo. Must’ve been a hell of a time. I thought Haeun’s pool party was something. Not even close.”
"Yeah, Cabo was a great time. So... what did you need to tell me?”
“What?”
“Um, you said you wanted to talk?”
“Oh!” you exclaimed, feeling shy after remembering why you were there in the first place. Your eyes shifted to your shoes, unable to keep eye contact with the boy in front of you. Nervousness as well as excitement rushed through you, and your body felt like it was tingling. It kind of scared you what his reaction would be, but it was what it was. The worse he could say was no. “About that. I—”
“Jaehyun!”
Suddenly, a feminine voice called out his name. You whipped your head around to find a girl with a black long bob and bangs waving excitedly to Jaehyun and then running straight into his open arms. You took a minute to process what was happening. Your first thought was that she was very pretty. Her makeup suited her, especially the burgundy red lip tint. Her body also fitted well in her white tank top and black skinny jeans.
“Hey, babe. What’re you doing here? I thought you were working on your journalism project,” Jaehyun said, happiness evident through the way his face lit up, smiling in a way you had never seen Jaehyun smile before. Arms still around the girl, Jaehyun leaned down to give her a peck on the lips. You quickly averted your eyes, feeling as if you were intruding on the intimate moment.
“Yeah, but I missed you, so I decided to take a break and hang out with you,” the girl answered in the sweetest tone as she pulled away from Jaehyun. She then looked over at you as if she noticed you for the first time. “Who’s this?”
“This is—”
“I was just leaving,” you interrupted.
Jaehyun brows furrowed. “Wait, I thought—”
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” you said a little too quickly, waving your hand dismissively. “It was nothing important. I had a question, but the answer just popped into my head, haha. I, uh, actually have a thing, so I’m gonna go now. Yeah. Thanks, Jaehyun. And nice meeting you—”
“Hyejin.”
“Hyejin. Nice meeting you, Hyejin. Okay, bye!”
You spun around, and your feet picked up pace as you walked away from the basketball court, out the quad, towards the direction of the dorm. Your phone vibrated in your back pocket, likely a call from one of your friends, but you could not help but feel slightly embarrassed after the incident. The last thing you wanted to do was talk about it.
Babe. Definitely way worse than being rejected.
End of Flashback
When you snapped out of your thoughts, you realized that Jaehyun was now staring back at you, with those captivating eyes that sought for answers. “Y/N?” he called out softly.
You felt your cheeks grow warm, slightly flustered that you zoned out while looking at him. “Y-Yeah?” Shit, you cursed to yourself after you choked on the reply, and you cleared your throat before answering more clearly. “Yeah?”
Jaehyun leaned back and chuckled. “I just wanted to let you know I really appreciate you coming to the basketball games again. It’s nice seeing your face in the crowd.”
You smiled. “Of course. None of my roomies except Ten really enjoy watching basketball, but he’s been busy and it’s been fun attending with Mark and Lucas. Also, don’t tell Yuta but I think I gradually started to like basketball because of him. Watching him for so many years, I can’t help but get into it when I see him find so much delight in the sport. He’s insane on the court.”
When you caught Jaehyun’s pout, you let out a laugh. He wanted his ego fed for sure. “I mean, obviously, he’s nothing compared to you, Captain. Come on now.”
“Obviously,” Jaehyun replied, giving you a smug look. Then for some reason, in a few seconds, you caught his expression when his smirk fell. “You know, my ex,” Jaehyun started, absentmindedly grasping at the sand under his hand and letting them fall through his fingers, “she never really attended my games.”
As the sun was about to fully disappear, you heard the sound of thunder rumble in the sky. Looking up, you noticed that dark clouds started to roll in. Was it supposed to rain today, you wondered. “Hyejin?” you asked, returning your attention to Jaehyun. He nodded. Since he brought her up, you might as well have asked your questions and got them over with now. “If it’s okay, can I ask what happened between you two?”
Silence settled between you and Jaehyun when he did not answer right away, which made you feel bad because you did not want to open those wounds again. Another wave of thunder roared. You two would have to return back home soon. You were about to try and change the topic, but Jaehyun spoke first. “She said that the way I loved her bored her. I don’t know. Something about how I always agreed with her and that I never confronted other guys when I felt jealous. Or when I didn’t argue with her, it felt like I didn’t care at all.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” You did not know what else to say. Breakups were hard. Before you realized, your hand reached over to Jaehyun’s, and you placed yours over his, squeezing it softly. “It’s not place to say... but she didn’t deserve you.”
Jaehyun turned his hand over so that his palm held yours, squeezing back. His lips stretched into a small smile. “Thank you, Y/N.”
You then felt a droplet of water tap on your leg. Then the top of your head. Then your cheek. Suddenly, the pitter patter of the rain became louder as it hit the sand and water. You and Jaehyun looked at each, mouth opened in awe at such misfortune, before the both of you bursted into a fit of laughter. “Wait, did you not check the weather before planning this?!” you exclaimed to Jaehyun with a huge grin on your face as you jumped up, barely covering yourself with your hands above your head.
“Listen,” Jaehyun explained as he also stood up, grabbing the jacket that he brought with him. “did you not check the weather?”
You were not sure if the rush your body felt was due to the unforeseen weather or the way Jaehyun stared at you like he was waiting for you to make a move. With your adrenaline and curiosity, you stepped closer to him. “Are you seriously trying to blame this on your date right now, Jeong Jaehyun?”
Jaehyun leaned closer to your face. You sucked in a breath, aware of the lack of space between you two. Jaehyun took his jacket and covered the top of your head to protect as best as he could from the rain. You grabbed the outerwear, but Jaehyun’s grasp was also still on the jacket. Despite the rain drenching Jaehyun from head to toe, a smile remained on his face. “I’m sorry. You’re right. This was my bad. How can I make it up to you?” Jaehyun asked as his eyes fell onto your lips before looking up to read your eyes. His lips pressed together, and his next question almost turned you into a puddle. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” It was all Jaehyun needed to hear to release his hold on the jacket and moved his hands to cup your face. Jaehyun’s lips brushed against yours. Soft. His lips were soft. You smelled the familiar scent of his cologne, and it made you even dizzier as you continued to kiss Jaehyun, letting the blossoming warmth consume you. You could not help but smile into the kiss, and when his tongue pressed between your lips, you started to part your lips for him until a loud crack of thunder struck in the sky, prompting you both to pull away from each other.
“As much as I’d like to keep going, I think I should get you home before you catch a cold,” Jaehyun said with a chuckle.
Like a gentleman, Jaehyun walked you all the way to your front door. Though you offered Jaehyun shelter from the rain inside your apartment, he declined, assuring you that his fraternity house was not too far from your place. “Really sorry we couldn’t get that fancy dinner,” Jaehyun apologized. “I knew you were looking forward to that the most.”
You shook your head, reassuring him with a smile. “No worries. I had such an amazing time, Jae.”
He leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips. “Next time. Now get inside and change into some dry clothes. I’ll text you later.”
“Drive safe,” you told him, and he nodded. As soon as Jaehyun walked away from you, you grabbed your key and unlocked the door to your apartment, calling out to your roommates. “I’m home!”
Sujin was the first one to greet you in the living room. Her eyes widened when she spotted you in your wet clothes, droplets of water dripping from your hair to the tiled floor. “Geez, Y/N! I thought you two were just going to watch the sunset, not get into the water fully clothed.”
You playfully rolled your eyes and passed by Sujin to get to your room. After you closed the door, you ran to your bed and plopped on the mattress, not even bothering to change out of your clothes right away. You unlocked your phone and opened Instagram to view the most recent photos of you and Jaehyun from today, recalling the event that occurred hours ago. Today really happened. Jaehyun kissed me.
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in another time, a gladiator stucky au by @tempestaurora
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FIRST IMAGE:
i.
Sunlight dappled across the stone floor, casting cool, dancing shadows in the summer heat. Bucky yawned and stretched, flexing his toes into the sunspots and smiling from the warmth. He watched the newest boy to the school, a scrawny thing called Steve, stand alone in the courtyard.
He tipped his head to the side and called out, “New boy! Over here!”
Steve had straw blonde hair and eyes like the Aegean Sea. He seemed hesitant for a moment before heading over. When he arrived, he looked at Bucky like he might bite, but after sitting, he simply melted into the sunspot Bucky had found.
“You’re pretty small,” Bucky observed. “Your family sell you?”
“What? No, they didn’t.” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed; he seemed insulted by the mere notion. “Your family sell you?”
Bucky shrugged. “Indentured, actually,” he replied. “But they’re practically the same thing. Why are you here, then? You have dreams of being a gladiator?”
Steve scoffed. “No. I don’t. But it was either this or live on the streets.” He paused, twisting his fingers into his tunic. “My mater died, recently. She was all I had.”
Bucky stilled. “Oh,” he said. “Perhaps she is better off now; perhaps she is in the Land of Joy.”
Steve nodded, barely. “There are few places better than the underworld, these days.”
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ii.
Steve may have been small, but he was fast. He twisted and turned in combat, picked up the skills with ease, and learnt to use his size to his advantage. If he got hit, he was down, so Steve learned to avoid the punches thrown his way.
They trained year-round, through summer heat and winter snow, and soon they grew. Everything Steve learned about being small and fast was discarded when he hit his growth spurt at fourteen, suddenly taller than half his class and finally able to make the attacks, not simply dodge them. He watched Bucky often; the two of them nigh inseparable since his arrival at the school. Bucky was not a golden student, but he was a golden boy; his eyes were like Jupiter’s sky and his hair grew thick and dark in a shaggy mess.
There were few things Steve found himself caring about more than the only boy in all of Italia who knew him, inside and out.
[Beneath is a photo of the ruins of a temple of Saturn, backlit by the sun. It is ethereal and quiet-looking, with green fields interspersed with crumbled architecture.]
THIRD IMAGE:
iii.
They had climbed up onto the roof of the gymnasium to gaze at the sweep of stars painted high above their town.
“Do you think you’ll be up there one day?” Steve whispered in the dark.
“In the sky?”
“The stars,” Steve clarified. “All the great heroes are immortalised in the stars.”
Bucky shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll be a hero – there’s not a drop of godly blood in me. What about you?”
“I don’t want to be a hero,” Steve replied. “I just want to travel; to see all of Italia and beyond. Pompeii and Corinth – maybe even see the Oracle of Delphi, one day.”
Bucky smiled. “I’d like that. I don’t want to be fighting forever.”
“Come with me,” Steve said. “We could go anywhere. We could go everywhere.”
Bucky stared at Steve under the star-lit sky and smiled.
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iv.
When they were eighteen, they moved to Rome. The Ludus Magnus gladiator school sat in spitting distance of the coliseum, and this was where they trained. They had long been learning their preferred style of combat – Steve, after shooting up and broadening, fought as a Thracian, with his broad-rimmed helmet, small rounded shield and curved sword. His only armour consisted of thigh-length grieves, while Bucky was granted a chest plate and greaves as a Dimachaerus, dual-wielding two swords.
They fought regularly in practice, but never in the ring drawn into the sand in front of an audience. There was a palpable fear Steve felt at making Bucky bleed. Some nights, he whispered prayers to whatever god might deign to listen – perhaps Mars, for war, or Venus, for love – and pleaded with them to never pit him against Bucky.
[On the right hand side is a close-up of a temple’s columns, with sunlight poking between.]
FIFTH IMAGE:
v.
Bucky knew Steve was watching from beyond the Gate of Life as he stepped into the ring for his first gladiatorial combat in the arena. Steve had already won his earlier that day in front of roaring crowds and amused royalty in the Emperor’s box.
Now it was Bucky’s turn, and he twisted his swords in his fingers, facing down his opponent across the ring. Bucky knew their job was to fight – fight and possibly even die – but he also knew his job was to give them all a show.
And Bucky was nothing if not a showman.
In the end, blood stained the sand a vivid red, but Bucky strode towards the Gate of Life, triumphant.
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vi.
There were always popular gladiators, and Steve didn’t know how to react, finding himself to be one of them. Women lined up outside the bathhouses he frequented; shared rumours that dipping their hairpins in his blood might bring them love, that his sweat would work as an aphrodisiac.
“I can see their point,” Bucky whispered one night, his mouth ravenous against Steve’s after a long day of training. Their bodies were always animalistic in these moments, whilst the school was empty and the others were out drinking the night away. They took everything they could get from each other; swallowed each sensation whole.
Steve never wanted these moments to end. He would throw all the glory and money away for more time with Bucky, for more nights like this.
SEVENTH IMAGE:
vii.
After amphitheatre fights, admirers and buyers alike would flock to the school where the gladiators lounged on cushions and benches, drinking wine and eating expensive foods. These were the nights Bucky enjoyed the most. No one was allowed to approach unless beckoned by a gladiator, and Bucky would often spend time toying with the admirers, allowing one or two over before sending them away again. Eventually, after the show, he’d slip away into the sleeping quarters or empty storage cupboard, and find Steve waiting there for him.
There was a miles-long list of things Bucky loved about Steve’s body, but number one on the list was how it fit against his own in the dark.
[Cut into the left side is a photo of the Coliseum in Rome.]
EIGHTH IMAGE:
viii.
A few days before the festival, culminating in three days of games at the coliseum, their master told Steve and Bucky that they were scheduled to fight.
“It’ll be fine,” they told each other in the dark. “The fights rarely end in death. We’re not fighting to kill. We’re fighting to entertain.”
“We’re performers,” Bucky would say. “We’re just there to give them a good time.”
“Don’t act like no one ever dies,” Steve would reply, each and every time. “Don’t act like we haven’t killed our opponents before.” Sometimes, friends would enter the ring with them and never leave it. Sometimes, the audience called for their deaths.
It was blood lust, through and through. The men caught hold of that first splash of red and couldn’t let it go; they had to see more, they had to see death in all its forms. The gladiator could’ve fought bravely, wonderfully, and they might still end up slumped in the sand afterwards.
“Soon,” they would say, “we’ll retire and leave this for good. Soon, we’ll travel the world, like we always planned.” They would whisper lies and truths to each other, desperately tangling them together until they couldn’t tell them apart.
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ix.
On the day of the fight, Steve stepped into the ring opposite Bucky and breathed in the cheering crowd; the hot, midday sun. They had kissed in the shadow of the underground corridors, and now faced each other, weapons raised, poised for battle.
It was bloody from the get-go; they were entertainers after all, and the audience was only entertained when they saw the streak of blood dampening the sand. They twisted and turned as if they were dancing, as if there was music playing and this was them, centre stage, having the time of their lives rather than anxiously hoping their blades wouldn’t cut too deep, that the bruises would soon heal.
And then Steve’s sword slashed too harshly at Bucky’s side and he faltered, hissing.
“Bucky—” Steve said, not moving in on the advantage, not moving at all.
Bucky straightened, removing his hand from his side, darkly red. “What are you doing?” Bucky asked, before raising his swords once more. “Fight me.”
“Bucky—”
“Fight me,” Bucky hissed, slamming his swords forward. Steve barely had time to raise his shield. He couldn’t stop staring at the thick blood leaking from Bucky’s ribs.
“No—”
“Steve—”
“No.”
Steve stepped back, feet almost at the ring’s edge. He dropped his shield, his sword to the sand. He held his arms out, palms towards Bucky, and said, “I won’t fight you, Bucky. Not ever again.”
So Bucky took the win, and the crowds jeered at Steve, and the Emperor held his thumb outstretched, unamused by the champion’s surrender.
“You won’t fight me,” Bucky spat, “but you’ll make me kill you instead?”
[Cut into the right hand side is an edited shot of the movie Gladiator; two gladiators rush towards each other to battle, with the crowds filling the stands. Much of the image is in shadow, with streaks of sunlight pouring down from the left side.]
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x.
The sand was hot beneath Bucky’s feet; no lazy afternoon shadows in the centre of the amphitheatre. In front of him, Steve knelt facing away, his head tipped low to bare the spot at the top of his spine, all smooth skin tanned and unblemished.
The crowds roared around them and Bucky lifted his sword, pressing the tip at the base of Steve’s neck.
Steve flinched and said, just barely loud enough for Bucky to hear: “Perhaps I’ll go to Elysium… I hear there are few places better to be than the underworld, these days.”
But Bucky knew Steve would not go to Elysium. He was a warrior, but he was not dying righteously, not for fighting well. He was dying for surrendering, for caring about Bucky more than himself.
And Bucky—well he cared for Steve more than himself, too. They were the same that way. They always had been.
So Bucky stepped back, lowering his sword in his hand. He looked up to the Emperor, shadowed in his private box, and shook his head.
“I won’t kill you, Steve,” he said, and Steve looked around in surprise, like it was really all that out of character. He held out a hand and pulled Steve to his feet, ignoring the roaring of the crowd, the anger that came from mercy.
“They’ll come for us,” Steve said, eyes wary. “They’ll kill us both.”
With one hand, Bucky cupped Steve’s cheek, thumb against his cheekbone, and with the other, he lifted the sword and twisted it. “Let them try,” he said. “But we have plans to travel the world. We’ve got no time for dying, Steve.”
And in the summer heat, they ran for the Gate of Life.
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[A close up of two marble statues kissing.]
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request was ni-ki fluff with a best friends to lovers storyline
i sorta wrote this in the car while I was out lol not sure if this is what you wanted but I hope you like it 💞(sorry if some parts are cringy 😭)
for those who read the tatts & cupcakes series the next chapter will (probably) come either later this week or early next week! since spring break is coming up next week i'm hoping to be able to spend more time writing :)
Entering what was now your 1st grade class, slight fear settled in the pit of your stomach since you were now the new kid at a new school. As your eyes landed on a certain brown-haired boy in the corner of the room, your fear disappeared slightly. He sat alone focused on his Nintendo Switch. Letting go of your mom’s hand, she called out your name but you practically ran to the boy. Merely looking at him gave you a sort of happiness that you’ve only felt whenever your favorite food was made for dinner.
Annoyance settled within Ni-ki as a face popped into his line of sight, distracting him from his game. Everyone in class knew better than to bother him. His eyes settled on you with a gaze that made you squeak and jump back slightly. He didn’t expect to see someone so… he wasn’t quite sure what the word was yet. Why did looking at you make him feel similar to the happiness he felt dancing? Instead of ignoring you, he took out the blue controller of his Nintendo Switch, silently handing it to you. You took the controller, fingers brushing against each other but too young to realize what the sparks meant.
“I don’t know how to play,” you said.
“I’ll teach you,” he answered. Going home that same day, you found out that you lived next door to each other.
In 4th grade, Ni-ki discovered that when he climbed the tree in his backyard, he was able to get to your room window without having to leave the house through the front door. It became a sort of “thing” between you. Your window was always unlocked, an invitation for him to come inside whenever he wanted. At 2 am one Saturday morning, you woke up from your sleep because of the sounds from your window opening. Sleepily, you lifted up your head to be met with Ni-ki. The moonlight shining on him with his hair all ruffled made you feel giddy inside.
“Did I wake you up?” he asked. With a slight roll of your eyes,
“No, you weren’t being loud at all.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“So you decided to make me not sleep?”
“It’s cold in my room.”
“It’s cold in my room too?”
“Let’s sleep together.”
It could’ve been that you were too tired to tell Ni-ki to get out.
Or it was because you were too cold and Ni-ki was shivering.
Whatever it is that it was, you moved to the other side of your bed, making space for him. He settled in, slight heat rushing to his cheeks as his head laid on one of your pillows. While the two of you have hugged and held hands, this was something different and both of your hearts were pounding in your ears. You fell asleep first, Ni-ki looking at you, breath slightly caught in his throat. Once again, there was the same feeling from when he first met you. Yet still, he didn’t know what it was nor the proper words to label it. Sharing the same bed because a source of comfort between you as Ni-ki realized that the feelings he couldn’t express in words, he could express through the sparks.
Towards the beginning of middle school, you started going to Ni-ki’s dance studio almost every day. You would watch him perform dances before any of his covers were uploaded online, your eyes were the first to witness Nishimura Riki in his element. He couldn’t deny how he loved the way your eyes lit up whenever he performed or how you’d clap and shout his name in support.
“Y/n-ah,” you heard as he sat next to you, taking a swig of water.
“Huh?” You looked at him, noting how his hair stuck to his forehead. Knowing that he didn’t like that feeling, you brought your hand up to his hair, fixing it for him.
Maybe it was because he was out of breath and his heart was already racing.
Maybe it was because your face was so close to his that the only thing he was able to focus on was you.
Maybe it was because your legs were touching since he always liked sitting as close to you as possible.
Whatever it was, there was that feeling again. And still, he couldn’t label it.
“What is it?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat,
“I’m gonna be an idol one day. When I become one, I want you to be in the front row of my concert.”
“You think we’re still gonna be besties when that happens?” you teased. He rolled his eyes,
“Obviously.”
Throughout middle school, Ni-ki unsurprisingly became popular with everyone. Most of the girls were captivated by how well he danced while the guys wanted to be him. He didn’t care, only sticking with you for the most part. You would eat lunch together at a hidden spot behind the back of the school that only you knew. In 7th grade,
“Ni-ki,” you said as you looked up at the sky, the blue color filling your view. It was nearing spring, the flowers were in bloom, and you found yourself wondering something.
“Yeah?” he replied, stealing one of your potstickers as if you didn’t save it for him.
“Jisoo-unnie told me she kissed Sean-oppa, and she said she didn’t like it. They’re gonna break up soon,” you said, referring to some kids in your class. The two were a “thing” together and while you knew what dating entailed, you’ve never experienced it yourself.
“And I care why?” You were nervous at what you were about to say but you weren’t going to back out now. Looking at him, slightly tilting your head,
“Do you wanna kiss me?” you asked. He choked on the potsticker, causing you to pat his back and give him water.
“Yah, is kissing me that bad?” you muttered to yourself.
“W-why?” he asked, unable to help himself from stuttering. With a shrug,
“I think I’d like it… if my first kiss was you.” You expected Ni-ki to tell you off. Or just flat-out leave. But instead, he leaned forward and as if it were instinct, your eyes fluttered shut. It lasted for a second, perhaps even less, but in that short time the sparks you felt whenever you were around Ni-ki intensified.
“There, we did it.” Your eyes widened as you looked at him, heat rushing to your cheeks despite the seemingly insignificant action. There it was again, that feeling that he just couldn’t name.
Ni-ki came into your room through the window at 3 in the morning to be met with the sound of your muffled sniffles and hated that he was the reason for it. He settled into bed with you,
“Get out you traitor,” you muttered. He sighed,
“I’m sorry, y/n-ah.”
“You’re really gonna leave tomorrow?”
“Technically, it’s later but-” interrupted by you throwing a pillow at him he let out a slight groan,
“Really?” he asked with a sigh.
“I’m gonna miss you.”
“I’m going to Korea, not dying.” You knew that he was doing it to fulfill his dreams of becoming an idol and you wanted him to. But last week, after seeing him with Lisa as his dance partner for the talent show, a fit of jealousy you’ve never known before settled within you. You didn’t tell him, how could you when you had no reason to be jealous? Instead, you smiled when his eyes met yours as you sat in the audience and clapped when he and Lisa got 1st place.
“Promise me we’ll video call? And that you won’t forget me.” He wiped your tears away with his sleeve,
“Promise me that you won’t go out with Sean?” he asked. Sean had asked you out after the talent show and you told him that you needed to think about it. Ni-ki was furious when he found out using the excuse that “Sean is a jerk” despite knowing damn well that he was jealous. But this wasn’t the time to be jealous because he was going to Korea. You brought up your hand, holding out a pinky. He did the same, both of your pinkies connected,
“I promise,” you said simultaneously.
While Ni-ki was in Korea and you were at home, you’d video chat and send text messages as often as you could. Over time, you started to realize that Ni-ki was starting to want one thing.
“I wanna go home, y/n,” he said one 4 am call.
“Ni-ki, you’ve sacrificed so much, you’re almost there. We believe in you.”
“I won’t be able to talk to you for a while.”
“Why not?”
“I’m going on a survival show called i-land. If I make it to the top 7, I’ll get to debut.”
“YAH, NISHIMURA RIKI WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?” you yelled, causing him to bring move his face away from his phone.
“It just never came up.”
“That’s great! Do your parents know?”
“You’re the first one I told.” That feeling that only Ni-ki seemed to give you whenever he did or said stuff like this made itself known. In the time that Ni-ki was gone, you realized that you missed him more than you should despite being best friends. It wasn’t until you had a talk with his sister that you realized, you had a crush on him.
“I miss you, Ni-ki. And I’ll be rooting for you the whole time.”
As cheers of joy filled your ears, the sound of your heart pounding was the only thing you could hear while what was on the tv screen registered in your head.
Ni-ki. Got. Fourth. Place.
Which meant that he was debuting.
Which meant that he was going to become an idol.
Which meant that his dreams were coming true.
You couldn’t stop the immense pride you felt and the shouts of joy that escaped you. Your best friend was debuting and you had the right to be proud of him.
During enhypen’s first concert, Ni-ki knew that he should’ve been happy. This was him living out his dreams, the same dreams that he spent countless hours up till the am talking to you about. Yet, unlike all those years ago, you weren’t here at his 1st concert. You couldn’t just hop on a plane to Korea due to current restrictions and your own schoolwork.
“What’s wrong?” Jay asked as he placed his hand on the maknae’s shoulder. Ni-ki looked at Jay,
“Y/n’s not here.” Though you weren’t aware of it, the other members knew you. Well, of you since Ni-ki talked about you often.
“Why don’t you call her?” Jay offered as a solution hoping to help in some way.
“Yeah, I will,” Ni-ki said.
Your phone rang and upon seeing the contact name, you answered it.
“You’re supposed to be performing, why haven’t you started yet?” you asked.
“How’d you know?” you smiled then changed the camera view to show your laptop,
“I’m streaming, dummy.”
“Illegally?” he asked.
“No comment.”
“Yah, you’ll get in trouble!”
“Good thing you’re on my side, yeah?”
“I wish you were here.”
“I am, just look at the camera and pretend it’s me.”
“It’s not the same.”
“I know, I miss you too,” you said with a sigh. Ni-ki heard his name being called,
“I gotta go.”
“Good luck and have fun!” you managed to say before the call ended.
At your high school graduation, you walked around looking for your family frantically texting Ni-ki’s sister asking where she was. It wasn’t until you crashed into what felt like a wall that you looked up, your hand rubbing your forehead. As your eyes met the man in front of you,
“Ni-ki?” He smiled, that feeling that he still couldn’t pinpoint after all these years infecting him once again.
“That’s all you have to say?” your arms wrapped around the now much taller boy instantly, practically jumping onto him which caused him to have to carry you like a baby koala.
“It’s been a year since we’ve last seen each other in person!” you muttered, your face resting in the crook of his neck, missing his scent.
“I literally FaceTimed you last night, you’re being so extra.”
“As if you’re not?” you countered.
“Only for you,” he said with a light chuckle.
“Wait, I’m heading to Korea in a few days, why are you here?”
“I couldn’t miss your graduation. I’m only here for a few hours before I have to head back.” He set you down though his arms stayed lingering on your waist.
“You spent money on a ticket just to be here for a few hours then to head back tonight?” your heart warmed at Ni-ki’s actions and you couldn’t hold back your smile.
“I know, I’m extra.” Just then,
“Babe!” you heard. You turned your head to be met with Sean, having forgotten him with Ni-ki here. You told Ni-ki of your current 2 month relationship and he was all for it, wanting you to be happy. At least, you thought so. Well, he did want you to be happy. He just preferred it if you were happier with him.
You landed in Korea a few days after graduation. Timing seemed to work out for you and Ni-ki since enhypen’s dorm was getting renovated, he needed a place to move to. Despite being offered to share a temporary apartment with Sunoo, he opted to get one with you instead. You were thankful for it, happy to be back with Ni-ki, and excited for the 2 of you to hangout like you used to. One particular night, Ni-ki’s practice was running late and you were having a bad day.
“What?” you answered annoyed at Sean’s call. Lately, you were starting to have a strong dislike towards him with how much of a jerk he was like whenever Ni-ki was around.
“Is Ni-ki there?” Sean asked, annoyed.
“Why does that matter?” You didn’t hear the door opening or Ni-ki coming inside.
“Because he’s stuck onto you like a leech.” Ni-ki froze at those words, unsure what to do. Sean wasn’t exactly wrong but you were best friends so it was natural for you to be close, right?
“What the hell do you know?”
“He’s been gone for so long and the first chance you get, you move to where he is. Does that make sense to you? Part of an idol group and can’t even-”
“Like hell, I’m gonna let you say stuff like that about Ni-ki.”
“I can’t even say my opinion?”
“Not when it’s wrong.” Sean scoffed,
“I’m your boyfriend.” The next 2 words that came out of your mouth came as a shock to you, Sean, and Ni-ki.
“Not anymore.” Ending the call and tossing your phone on the bed, you laid in bed looking up at the ceiling. Surprisingly, you didn’t cry. Ni-ki came into your room and laid on the bed with you,
“I heard,” he said.
“You were right all those years ago, Sean is a jerk.”
“What are you gonna do now?”
“What should I do now?”
“Go out with me.”
“On a date?”
“Mhm.”
“Why?”
“Because I asked you out.”
“You’re serious?”
“Mhm.” You weren’t quite sure how to respond since deep down you knew that your crush on Ni-ki never truly faded away. Things were different now and you were no longer kids in grade school who were unaware of what it meant for things like dating to happen.
“This could hurt us.”
“It could.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
“Where would we go?”
“Wherever you want.”
“This isn’t how I’ve imagined you asking me out.”
“So, you’ve imagined me asking you out?”
“Shut up, you’re an idol there’s a ton of imagines about you.”
“The only imagines I care about are yours.”
“Fine, I’ll go out with you.”
It was a day just like any other day when Ni-ki realized what exactly the feeling was that made itself known from the first time he saw you up until now. You just reached 10 months of dating, still living together in Korea. You were on the couch trying to do some work when Ni-ki showed up all of a sudden, clearly wanting some cuddles and physical affections. So you put on a movie, grabbed some blankets, and settled in. You were mindlessly running your hand through his hair,
“It’s been so long since I’ve felt like I’m home,” Ni-ki whispered as he looked up at you. His hair was soft, like cotton candy that melted in your mouth at an amusement park.
“With all the cameras surrounding you and being in Korea without your parents so young, it’s only natural for you to be homesick.” He realized that the feeling that appeared from time to time was something that he could now name. Home.
“I’m home with you, y/n,” he whispered.
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"Hello ladies and gentlemen of the internet! Welcome back to your lovely broadcast of our favorite games, Can. You. Take. It! Today we have a very special guest for you tonight. Allow us to introduce you to our lucky volunteer that we flew across to be here today. Give it up for.." A panel would open open from the floor as pole lifted up from. At the top of it, you would be tied to the to its side as a blind fold covered over your eyes. "This little guy!" nothing but the sound of cheering welcomed your senses as your legs dangled in the air.
"Grg!...ghh!...ghg!"
"Ah ah ah, don't go and hurt yourself little one. They may be props, but that strings is a real stinker. Begin of stinkers, let's bring in our contestants. Tim, Lyan, come on down to the stage!" the two would make their way down as they came in nothing but there briefs. Tim was a very lean figure. A little skinny when it comes to size but more tone muscled. Lyan was more broader of the two as he had a little more muscle compared to ryan. But only slightly shorter as his head reached Tim's shoulders. "There they are, quite the contestants am I right folks? Now, here's the deal gents. The game of the goal is make this little guy tap out from your smells alone. The one who wins, they get a very special prize!"
"There is no way im participating in your games" you yelled into the open air
"Well then my little friend, you'd be missing out on your grand prize to"
"Prize?"
"Yes indeed. for your participation, you'll recieve your own pass to a jacuzzi all to yourself. A courtesy on being a volunteer" the announcer bellowed into the mic. He soon covered it over with a hand as he whispered over to the contestants.
"A jacuzzi huh?...mmm...fine, i'll play your game. But could you at least remove the blindfold off!"
"Why of course" he plucked the strap along the side of your head as before lifting it upward. The lights blinded your eyes, but soon adjusted themselves as they were my by the two contestants looming overhead. "Oh ho...they are...massive" you looked up nervously.
"Alright contestants, ready your positions. First round will be judged by...belches!" The pole would shift as you found yourself between their torso. The pole would soon rise you more into the air as the tip stopped along their lips. "The rules are simple, make him tap, and you win the match. Lyan, you're up first".
"Ho ho, i've been meanin to let's some air out of this tank" Lyan gasped in some air into his mouth as he forced it down to his stomach. A light groan followed along as his belly extended slightly towards. Taking in a couple of more, his belly bulge into the pole as he lightly pushed into your form. "Yeah, i'd that's enough.." He flexed his stomach more into you as you pushed into it. Its surface was squishy, but his abdomen stopped you hands from sinking further.
He soon leaned down partially, just enough for your upper half to be aligned with his lips before he opened his mouth. Only a rumble came from back of the throat, as you stared into his gullet and seen the muscles inside tighten and then loosen in its place. The rumble would sound return. But this time, a rush of air came from his mouth and onto the pole. The scent was warm as you breath washed over you.
"Oh what a mighty belch folks! Let's get a close in view of the little guy huh?"
The camera screen zoomed into you as you rocked your head from side to side. "Ooh I think my head is spinning.." You say as try to take a breath of fresh air.
"My my folks, the little one seems to be in a daze. How much points shall we give him.." The crowd shuffled through their cards before holding up a panel of 7's. "Perfect sevens? Now that's a pretty good start of the round. Give him a round of applause!" The announcer said as the crowd cheered behind him.
"Sorry, little dude. Body tends to do that to people" he pushed his belly against you as its girth squished into the pole. "One you'll learn eventually..." With a shift he made his belly slide off the pole. As he made his way to the sidelines
"What do you mean by tha-"
"Alright folks! Next up in the round we have Tim! Think he can out belch Lyan? Let's find out" the announced said. A shadow would then cast over you as the tall figure looked down below. His chin partial visible, but his eyes peered into you as he lowered himself down.
"I may not have the muscle work as the other guy, but I got my tricks" he took in an a couple of breath as he swallowed it down to his stomach. Its form would swell behinds his six pack as it tucked its surface into sides of his arms. There was a brief moment of silence as you both stared at each other. The sounds of his stomach churning up was silently there, but soon its presence grew louder as his neck began to flex. He opened his mouth and release the air from within. His neck would tighten before a rocky rumble came out. It was more softer compared to the one lyan gave you, but it's scent was more sour as the air flow into you like a breeze. You nostrils would flare as you shifted it from left to right, but no matter where you turned, the hot breath still lingered.
"Gah that wreaks! What did you even eat!" You say doing your best to clear your nostrils.
"Heh, had some veggies before I came here. By the look on your face, that seem to do the trick huh squirt" he tapped a finger on you as he ruffled your hair. Returning back to his side aa he waited for the results.
"Now that's what I call a soft but fierce approach am I right folks? What do you think we should give for his fine performance?" He announced. The crowd whispered to themselves for a bit before drawing onto their boards. As they held them up, 8 would be on all their boards.
"Well well, a perfect eight! Looks like Tim's the winner in this round! Give him a hand folks!" The crowd cheered as the music played along the side of the stage. They would soon quiet down as the announcer rose up a hand. "And now, onto the round two. Hope the little guy's nose is fit for the job, cause this next round is based off of....butt sniffing!" The pole would lower down slightly as it shrunk to half to half to half height. A rotater would appear below the pole as wheels attached to the bottom. "Since we gave lyan the first start, let's say we give Tim the honors to go first. Show the crowd whatcha got!"
Tim would make his way to the pole as he stood in front of you. Appearing even taller than before at your current height, he placed his hands along his sides as he winked down at you. He turned around as he pulled down his briefs and spread spread them apart to reveal as slightly hairy crack in between. "Better brace yourself little one".
"Oh dear.."
"Alright Tim, when ever you are ready" the announcer ushered. Tim would would only reply with a nod as he leaned down wedged the tip of of the pole vertically into his crack. Ass hairs would fill your vision, and the fresh musk would fill your nostrils as you shuffled your upper half in between them. The wheels beginning to rotate as the. As it lifted you deeply into the crack and lowered you down. With each press, it pressed you harder into the hairs as the sphincter puckered just on the other side. Eventually, after about a minute, the wheels would cease as a bell rang to end Tim's turn. Still holding onto his cheeks, he would lift himself off the pole as his ass hairs caressed your face on its depart.
"My, that was the quite the hairy embrace folks. Let's take a look at the little guy" the camera would zoom in as focused on you. You had a furrowed look on your face as the as your puffed air through your nose. "Looks like the little guy was unfazed on that one, high spirited in fact. Well folks, what should give our contestant Tim here?.." The crowd would shuffle their cards for before as they conversed with each other. They soon drawed out a six as they held it in the air. "A six huh? A pretty good number for your performance Tim. And now, we have Lyan next up to the plate" Lyan would would stand in front of you as he gave out a smirk. Turning around, he pulled down his pants as his ass came into view. Its form starting bulging out as it wobbled in place. He pulled both cheeks apart as you have a clear view his crack further within. The walls were less hairy compared to Tim as slightly sweat made the muscled form glisten.
"Show us what you got Lyan!"
"Let's see how long that expression of yours lasts little dude" he pulled his cheeks past the pole as it eased between his crack. Your body would rest against the sphincter, but the cheeks would continue to wedge you deeper as they morphed the pole into them. As he let them go, his cheeks submerged the tip of the pole between them as the pole started to rotate.
Liquid would drench you close as the sphincter winked into you. The slick skin mushing into you as the wheel lifted the pole to drive you deeper. With each press, your face would squish between his sphincter as it clenched and relax.
"That's way too much...grgh!..sweat!" You muffled between.
"And That's not the only thing you're dealing with" Lyan said squeezing his cheeks together. The sounds of gurgles would linger behind the hole as its form would push into you. It soon rumbled his and released gas from deep inside its ripe smell sent your nose in rage. On the inside, your body would now ve struggling to get a chance of fresh air. But on the outside, only the mounds of ass could be seen as they hid your struggling form from sight. The crowd would listen to the farts Lyan sent out as they pondered what you were enduring deeper inside. Eventually, they got there chance to see as the bell finally rang. "Aww darn, looks like my times up" Lyan adjusted his legs before pulling his ass off the pole. From a slow ascent from the asscrack, you gasped for air as sweat covered your entire body.
"What a swell performance folks. I could smell that from all the way over here. What do ya say we give?" The crowd would raise up 10 as they shined it through the air. "What do ya know, a perfect 10. Looks like you hyped up the crowd on that one Lyan. A swell job".
"Never again...never again" you mumbled to yourself.
"And now, it looks like we've reached the end of the show. From the points we've gathered from the two contestants, we have concluded that...Lyan is the winner of todays show"
"Yes!"
"Aw well, there's always next time" Tim shrugged.
"Congratulations Mr Lyan. You've truly deserve it. You both do. Speaking of deserve" the announcer goes and retrieve you from the pole. "It's time for your reward little one. As promised, your pass to tour own private jacuzzi.
"Yes! Finally i get to relax from all this!"
"Indeed. for a special time only, enjoy your time at the luxury jacuzzi...lyan's belly"
"Hehe, that's a good one. But seriously where is it? Is it behind"
"You could say that.." Lyan would toss you into the air as he opened his mouth wide.
"No no, wait! That's not what i agreed to-**gulp**" Lyan's throat would take you in before you felt the throat muscles drag you into his body. A bulge residing along his neck before disappearing into his collar Bone. There wasn't a bulge to signify you, but Lyan could feel every move you'd make as he gave his belly a firm pat.
"Enjoy your time little one" the announcer spike to Lyan's stomach. "Speaking of time, thank you all for tuning in on tonights broadcast. Without you, this show wouldn't be any special without the lovely cheers from you my lovely. Catch ya next time on, Can. You. Take. It!" The announcer said before ending the show.
Meanwhile in Lyan's stomach, younwould be slouched along a side of his belly's wall as the sound of churns echoes around. "Knew i should've gotten that deal in writing. This always happens whi I don't" you groaned. "Well, least it's empty. Pfft, jacuzzi my ass" the opening of the stomach above would soon open as the chamber began to fill up with liquid. "Son of a..."
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i found my hand is holding yours
so this started as a drabble and was supposed to be hella short, but please enjoy 1.6k words of julie and luke being absolutely adorable.
julie has been dealing with a persistent classmate who won’t take no for an answer, so luke accompanies her to their end-of-the-term party in hopes to get the point across.
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"okay, so i have a really weird favour to ask.”
luke looked up from his guitar, arching a brow at julie's obvious distress. they had been at it for a few hours, trying to write a new song, but the motivation wasn't really flowing. ultimately they decided to separate and see what they could come up with on their own. it was a bit pointless since all luke could think about was the girl in the corner and all of his feelings for her.
"there are only a handful of things i wouldn't do for you, jules. so, shoot."
the apparent blush on her cheeks was unavoidable, so she pulled a few stray curls out from behind her ears.
"would you mind coming with me to this end of term party type thing?" julie asked, hesitantly biting her lip. it wasn't that she didn't think he'd be up for it, it was just the uncomfortableness of the entire situation. "it's for everyone in our music program. but there's just this guy who isn't really getting the hint and i figure if —" luke's eyes snapped over to her nervous and fiddling figure as soon as she mentioned a boy. "i'll be there," he replied instantly. his limited motivation to continue strumming his guitar until he found a melody he enjoyed immediately disappeared, and all he could think about was that julie had been feeling uncomfortable lately, and he had no idea. "he's not like a bad guy or anything!" julie rushed to add, because she had a heart of gold and always sought the best in people. "he's sweet, really — sort of. he's just also very persistent and i'm not —" "you don't need to explain," luke told her, shooting her a lopsided grin to calm her nerves. "i'll be there." it was a blessing in disguise that the boys could now be seen by everyone, and not just when they were performing with julie. she would feel much more comfortable with luke by her side; he was her anchor, and it helped that he was so protective, that hopefully he would help get the hint across to her surprise suitor. she knew what luke was thinking; was it nick? and the answer was no. they were friends now, nothing more. but a few months back, a new student joined their program, and he was partnered with julie for a few exercises. she didn't think anything of it, being friendly and polite as per her usual. it seemed like somewhere along the way, he developed feelings for her and no matter how many times she said no to a date, he kept asking. something about persistence? julie hated it. he was still constantly polite and respectful, but the mere fact that he wouldn't take no for an answer was severely unnerving for her. she hoped him seeing her with luke would get the hint across that she wasn't interested (and if it led him to believe that she wasn't available, then so be it). the music program party was being held in the school gym, filled with games, snacks and of course, an open mic. even though julie was a tad bit nervous to attend, luke confidently grabbed onto her hand and quite literally dragged her into the gymnasium. "socialization is good for you, jules," he had said teasingly, to which julie squeezed his hand painfully. he shot her a wolfish grin in response. "i'm going to get us drinks, you good?" luke pondered, ducking his eyes to meet hers. he could tell how nervous she looked by the way she couldn't stop moving her hands, and it irritated him that someone was making her feel weary like this. "jules," he repeated, squeezing her hand. julie nodded, raising her chin in a more obvious display of confidence. "i'm good," she insisted. he pulled on their hands until he was out of her reach and hers dropped back down to her side. the gym was decently filled; julie recognized a number of familiar faces as she actively searched for flynn, who had shot her a message saying she was already here. as she was distracted searching through the crowd, she didn't notice the one person she was trying to avoid. his name was caden, and he was cute and sweet, but he was just not getting it. "hey julie! it's nice to see you!" his hands were shoved into the front pockets of his jeans as he rocked back and forth. "are you planning on singing tonight?" julie shot him a polite smile. she just didn't have it in her to be mean, but she knew if she was a bit more direct and aggressive, this entire situation might end here and now. "probably not. i don't plan on staying long." "oh," his eyes widened, and suddenly julie knew that was the wrong thing to say. "did you maybe want to go out after? coffee or something?" julie felt her panic start to climb its way up her throat; god, where the hell was luke? it's okay, she just had to let him down again. "uh, actually —" "here you go, jules!" julie almost screamed in relief when she heard luke's familiar voice. he slipped in next to her, bumping her hip clumsily. to the untrained eye, it looked like he was just being a walking hazard, but julie knew it was on purpose. he was a touch-oriented person, and his touch soothed julie; they both knew that. luke handed julie a cup of punch, and his gaze flitted to caden, who was staring at them with wide blue eyes. "oh hey! my name's luke, i'm in the band with julie." with his free hand, he reached over to shake caden's hand. caden looked surprised and a tad disappointed, but he was nothing but respectful to luke as he introduced himself. "i'm caden, one of julie's classmates." a comfortable silence passed among them as their focus was directed to the stage where one of their classmates was performing. luke could sense julie's tension and his free hand reached down for hers. he didn't outright tangle their fingers together but his pinky reached out to wrap with hers in a comforting gesture. it gave her the power to do whatever she felt comfortable with. unbeknownst to them, caden watched their entire interaction, and even though he was disappointed, only a blind person wouldn't see their obvious connection. it suddenly dawned on him why julie never seemed to reciprocate his intentions, and he couldn't believe he'd never caught on before (he saw their performances on youtube videos). "ah, so you two are...?" caden trailed off, unsure of what to label it. luke and julie glanced over at him, julie with furrowed eyebrows, and luke with a somewhat smug but innocent expression. "oh, we're not re—" julie started to say, but caden shook his head, smiling. "i should've figure it out sooner," he added, "i've seen the youtube videos. you can't fake that chemistry." luke pursed his lips at the use of the word chemistry. at one point, he'd deny it, but at this point? it would be an outright lie. julie, however, just looked confused. "sure, but that's no—" "it's okay julie, you don't have to explain," caden insisted. "i see the way he looks at you, and i get it now. i'll see you around," he smiled, waving before he walked away. luke awkwardly sipped his drink. he wasn't expecting to be put on blast like that. he couldn't exactly control his eyes and what they did when they looked at julie. she was the embodiment of beauty and music and perfection, and that was everything luke saw when he looked at her. if he was exhibiting 'heart-eyes' (as alex and reggie had told him multiple times), he couldn't stop it. "okay, well, i guess that worked," julie smiled, tapping her cup against luke's in cheers. "although, i wonder why he thought we were — you know." luke glanced over at her. she was watching the stage performance with such a sense of innocence that luke almost didn't want to burst her bubble. almost. "come on, jules," he chuckled, shaking his head when she turned to him with questioning eyes. "you know why." julie pursed her lips, holding his steady gaze. it was challenging because his eyes were absolutely gorgeous and intense, and clearly the way he looked at her made her feel things. sometimes she could feel his gaze on her while she played piano, or while she studied for a test or wrote excitedly in his (their) song journal. sometimes she would look over at him and he'd already be looking at her. and at first, he would look away in embarrassment, but now, he would hold her gaze, sometimes even going as far to send a smirk to really throw her off her game and fluster her. something had changed between them along the way and they both knew it. they just hadn't decided when was the right time to address it. the truth was luke could be ripped away at any moment; the thought caused julie to live in a constant state of paralyzing fear. and so, the time never felt right. "yeah," julie mumbled, reached for his hand again. "i do." julie didn't end up leaving early. she found herself in the corner of the gym, leaning against the wall with luke's arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. they watched performance after performance and they couldn't even be bothered to get up on stage and show them what a real duet looked like because they were so comfortable in each other's arms. and as julie tipped her head onto luke's shoulder, a sudden wave of exhaustion overtaking her, she knew caden never had a chance because her heart was already taken.
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We Should Get Jerseys Cause We Make a Good Team (Noya x F! Reader)
I love you more!!! Thank you for helping me with my writers block <3
I am forever desperate for feral Noya, I hope you enjoy it
Obviously NSFW below~
Your hands ran over the hem of your skirt, nervously tugging the material over your thighs. It was shorter than you were used to, but you had a good source telling you that it’d work for your purpose. The top you wore had come from the same person. Tanaka had caught onto your crush on your close college friend, Nishinoya Yu. Tonight he had a big game, the last one of the season, and there would be people there scouting. You wanted to go and support Noya and maybe this time you’d have the guts to confess or ask him out for coffee. Tanaka supported you wholeheartedly after Noya had introduced you to each other, proclaiming himself the best wingman for his bro. A few texts and measurements sent out to some of his and Noya’s other friends, and this outfit landed in your hands the night before the game.
You hoped Noya would like the top. They had dug around a bit at their high school, an easy feat when they were still in contact with the volleyball coach, and found one of Noya’s old jerseys hiding away in the club room. A few alterations, and it was now fitted to your body like a second skin. The flush rode high on your cheeks as you surveyed all of the bare skin it allowed. As much as you worried the fabric between your fingers, you trusted Tanaka when he said Noya would be more than happy to see you in his jersey.
You felt a little more nervous as you quickly shuffled through the building, trying to find the seats Tanaka had saved for you. People were still filtering in, the teams warming up on the court. You could almost feel the stares of people around you, but you ignored them in favor of the libero stretching out his lean legs on the court. It was difficult to tear your eyes away from the way his muscles strained under his skin and how his arms, as lithe and littered with bruises as they were, radiated an unseen strength.
The seats started to fill quickly now, causing you to claim your seat. Not that you thought you’d be using it much. Your nerves caused the time to flow by quickly, and you barely the game starting until the whistle was blown. With that jolt to your system, you flew to the railing, watching the first serve of the game. Truth be told, you didn’t know all that much about volleyball. That didn’t make it any less impressive to watch. Noya hadn’t been called into the game yet, and you noticed smugly that the bench he stood in front of was almost directly below you.
You had been to enough games for Noya to know when he would be called in. Before he walked off, you called out his name. For a moment, you thought it would be lost in the murmur of the crowds, but Noya craned his head back to glance at you. At least that’s what he meant it to be. If you thought you could feel the stare of the random passers-by before, Noya’s stare felt like red-hot fire on your bare skin. His jaw clenched and he met your eyes with the same hardened stare you had only seen him use during a game when it was match point and he was the only thing standing between his team and defeat. It sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t tell if it was out of apprehension or lust.
Any game you had seen him play before was shadowed by his performance today. You were blown away at the speed and precision Noya displayed. As focused and happy he seemed during his plays, the glint you saw in his eyes never faltered. Luckily this seemed to be helping him, as you saw the scouts hurriedly scribbling notes every time Noya dove for the ball. Your cheers grew louder, trying to not be lost in the roar of the crowd around you. Some people were chanting for the school, but only Noya’s name fell from your lips. Each time he would step off the court, his eyes would lock onto yours. His easygoing smile was gone, just a deep darkness in his eyes. Nervousness bubbled up from within you, what if he was mad at you for showing up wearing his old jersey? Tanaka said it’d be a good idea, but what if Noya wanted it as a memento? You frowned a bit, trying to keep up your cheers as the night went on.
The cheers of the team and the crowd around you rang in your ears as Noya dug out the spike from the opposing team. A quick set and well-placed spike was all it took for Noya’s team to win the last set. It was almost embarrassing how little the ball had touched the ground when Noya was on the court. It almost seemed like Noya’s body was vibrating with how tense he was during the lineup. Tanaka made his way to your side once Noya’s team started to huddle for their meeting. The mischievous grin plastered on his face intensified the nervous butterflies in your stomach.
“So how’d ya like the game?” His question seemed innocent, but the tone laced through it was anything but.
“It was great! Noya was on fire tonight.” You gushed to him with a smile.
“Yeah, Noya seemed particularly focused tonight.” He leaned in as if it was some sort of secret between the two of you. Your eyes flitted to Noya, the frustrated smile on his face making you laugh quietly. The scouts had stopped him on his way out, and although he had been excited for their presence earlier, you could see the frustration radiating off of him. His eyes traveled up to meet yours and you could see how he started talking faster, nodding, and trying to move around the people huddled in front of him. Tanaka followed your line of sight, smirking as he saw Noya. With a wave to a desperate-looking Noya, Tanaka slung an arm around your shoulder and led you out of the stands.
“Alright, we gotta get out of here before he kills me.” Tanaka chuckles. You wanted to hesitate, wait for Noya, but with the looks you had been getting all night you figured it might be best if you went with Tanaka.
Noya’s high school team was planning to meet up after the match and Tanaka had assured you Noya would show up sooner or later. It was a little intimidating being paraded around and introduced to all these people who were important to Noya without him being there. Luckily Tanaka did most of the talking for the two of you, allowing you to easily slip from the room and into the hall when your phone rang. Noya’s contact picture flashed on your screen and you couldn’t help biting your lip while wondering if you should answer. Your free hand fidgeted with the hem of your skirt again, but before you could answer you were pulled into the kitchen.
Noya had pressed you against the counter separating the kitchen from the rest of the room. His arms framed your body as he leaned over you, chests brushing. With slow movements, he pulled the phone from your hand, placing it on the counter behind you.
“I don’t know what you were thinking, wearing my jersey to such an important game.” His eyes peered into your own, the glowing brown eclipsed by the expanding pupils. It made your stomach flip, you were still unsure how he felt.
“I thought you’d like it.” Your voice was a mere whisper against your lips. You dazedly wondered if he could feel the brush of your words against his lips too, with how close he was.
“So you wore this to catch my attention? Distract me? I never thought you were so naughty.” Noya’s lips pulled up into a smirk as he trailed his hand over your bare thighs, sending a tremor through your body. You desperately tried to ignore the heat gathering both on your face and between your legs and give him an answer. Noya wasn’t known for being that patient though.
Electricity coursed through your veins as he captured your lips roughly with his. The taste of his favorite sports drink hung heavily on his tongue as he swiped it across your lips, urging you more than asking for entrance. Your body gave in willingly, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. Noya only pressed you harder into the unforgiving counter, his hips flush against yours only highlighting the hard length straining against his shorts.
He pulled away from you, panting heavily against your neck as his hands wandered up your thighs. You whined as he pulled his hips from yours only to slide his thumb between your legs. The hands splayed over your hips prevented you from leaning into his touch, feather-light as he caressed the sticky sweetness coating your panties. Lips attached to your neck with a groan as he spread it around, nimbly avoiding the places you wanted him most.
His lips left your neck wet and stinging, his breath cooling the reddening skin. “Did you pick that seat on purpose? I could see everything from where you stood. I had to stop myself from running up there and bending you over the railing where everyone could see you.” You whimpered from his words, fingers sliding under wet fabric to ghost over your heat.
With no warning, Noya pulled away and spun you to face the counter. He was instantly upon your body, grinding against you ass. You braced yourself on the granite, the cool stone sapping the heat from your body in a grounding way. Noya’s hands grasped the backs of your thighs as he dropped to his knees. You tried to crane your neck back to see him, but he simply slid a hand up your back, urging you to keep yourself pressed against the counter.
Noya littered a rushed trail of kisses and bites up your thighs. His patience was worn too thin to draw this out, not to mention the room filled with his friends just down the hall. Hands on your calves urged your legs apart, making you lean on your forearms to keep steady. You felt the heat radiate off of him as he placed himself between your legs, kneading the skin just under your ass. Eager fingers pulled your panties to the side and Noya took a moment to appreciate the way your slick coated everything it touched. With a whispered curse, he dove into your heat furiously. His lips and tongue covered every part they could touch, his eagerness making up for the lack of technique. An earnest growl fell from his lips, vibrating against your core and pulling a keening breath from your lungs. You instantly brought a hand to your mouth, relaxing slightly as the noises from the hall continued uninterrupted.
Once Noya got a good first taste, he became more focused. He sunk further down on his knees, letting a hand travel up your ass and squeezing harshly. His tongue traced your opening, dipping in to gather your essence. It was messy and rushed, but you didn’t think anything else would suit Noya. You could feel everything dripping down and onto Noya’s face, but it only seemed to drive him further. His fingers came up to sink into your heat as he pulled back to breathe, his sharp pants hot on your sensitive skin. While his fingers curled and scissored within you, Noya took the chance to sink his teeth into the skin he had been previously gripping just under your ass. You took a knuckle in between your teeth, trying not to cry out at the blunt scrape of his teeth or the way his fingers expertly found the most sensitive spots inside you. He pulled his fingers from you, stopping you as your body tried to follow. You didn’t get a chance to miss the stretch of his fingers before he returned his tongue to you, rubbing his messy fingers in tight circles over your clit.
You were lost in his ministrations and almost cried out as he slowed, but the telltale sounds of footsteps coming down the hall stopped you. In an effort to hide what was going on, you grabbed your phone from the counter and shoved your face into the screen.
“Hey, are ya doing okay?” Tanaka stood on the opposite side of the counter, staring down at you with a worried expression. You nodded your head, hoping your smile was convincing. “Oh, I see what’s going on here.” He grinned at you mercilessly. Your face fought between the growing flush from Noya still buried between your legs and blanching from the thought that Tanaka may know what was going on. “I can tell by the look on your face. You just got a call from Noya, didn’t you.” You wanted to sigh in relief but in the lull of conversation, Noya ground his fingers harshly against your clit. The breath caught in your throat and you desperately tried to play it off. Tanaka thankfully took this as a confirmation and laughed. You weren’t sure how long you could keep this up.
Some merciful god took pity on you, your ringtone breaking through the next question Tanaka wanted to ask. You glanced at the screen, seeing Noya’s picture while you felt his smirk against your folds. He swiped at your clit roughly, making you rush to answer his call.
“Sorry, I n-need to take this.” You winced at the shake in your voice, but Tanaka’s grin only grew as he retreated back down the hall. Once you couldn’t hear his steps, Noya redoubled his efforts. You collapsed onto the counter, clinging to the sheer surface. His fingers and tongue swapped, laving his affection over your clit before sucking it between his teeth. His fingers pistoned in and out of you at a pace you couldn’t follow, but you tried your best to buck back into his hand. His groans resonated through your core, and underneath all the lewd sounds you could hear the way he fisted himself underneath you. Imagining the way he knelt beneath you, his hand roughly palming his cock and sucking your clit had you unraveling. You couldn’t help the squeal that escaped around your knuckle as your legs threatened to give out. Noya pulled back just far enough to lap at the slick pouring from you, his fingers still caressing your thrumming walls. Watching you flutter around his fingers was enough for him to spill his release all over the floor.
It took a few moments for the two of you to regain yourselves, panting heavily into the chill air. Noya was the first to recover, placing gentle kisses over every inch of bare skin he could reach as he stood. He took the time to straighten out your clothes, returning everything to its proper place, before searching for something to clean up the mess. A few paper towels later and he was satisfied with his clean-up job and you were confident enough that you weren’t going to collapse the moment you stepped away from the kitchen.
Noya slung an arm around your shoulders, maneuvering you down the hall. To your horror, he passed by the entrance to the bathroom and instead steered you into the room with all of his friends.
“Hey guys, sorry I was late! I hope you haven’t scared away my girlfriend yet.” He was back to the impish Noya you were used to, the hunger you had seen was sated for now.
“Girlfriend?!” One of his friends called, his hair wild around him with stars in his eyes. You were also surprised by this, arching an eyebrow at Noya. He merely shot a grin to Tanaka, who returned it wholeheartedly.
“Well, yeah, she’s wearing my jersey, isn’t she?” He boasted as if that explained everything.
The two of you wandered the small party for a short time, Noya telling you stories of each person as they passed. Although he was acting just as hyper and cheerful as always, you saw the glint starting to return to his eyes and the way his hands would wander under your skirt to the hem of your panties. Each time you would blush and squirm, and he’d brag to whoever was listening about how cute his shy girlfriend was.
Noya got tired of the games though, and one spilled drink offered his way out. You halfheartedly dabbed at the damp material sticking to your skin, but Noya dragged you to the door by your arm before you made much progress.
“My place isn’t far, I’m going to make sure she gets into some dry clothes.” He called to his friends with a wave. Maybe you’d actually get dry clothes at some point tonight.
Doubtful.
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Day 5 Birthday Plot Bunnies 2
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Title: For the Love of My Husband
Summary: Bilbo is a thief and a conman who has tricked Thorin, Crown Prince of Erebor, to marry him as an escape from a tight spot. He thought their marriage was happily enough, but Thorin feels a disconnect from the hobbit he’s married. To appease his family and strengthen their bond, Thorin asks Bilbo to take the Trial of Souls with him. Problem is, Bilbo doesn’t want Thorin to know anything about him because they are most assuredly not Ones. And if Thorin learns the truth, Bilbo will find himself back in the streets or worse...
In a darkened pub deep under the kingdom of Erebor, a hobbit and a dwarf squared off. The waiting crowd was near silent as they waited to see what would happen next. The dark haired beast of a dwarf looked fairly confident as he shared a smirk with his two friends directly behind him.
“What’ll it be, Took? Fold or settle?”
The hobbit nonchalantly lifted his overturn cup to sneak a peek at the two dice lying inside.
“How about I raise you instead?”
It was silent for a moment before the dwarf, Drulik, burst into laughter followed by his cronies.
“Raise? You have nothing left to bet with.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” Bilbo stated before pulling out a silver harp-shaped brooch with thin golden strings.
The dwarves surrounding the gamblers all began murmuring at once, some trying to lean in for a closer view.
“Is that…?” One of Drulik’s dwarves gaped.
“Yes.” Bilbo announced calmly. “The Courting Gift of our dearly departed queen, Mahal rest her soul.”
“How did you get that?” Drulik demanded.
Bilbo gave him a wane smile as he tucked back into his vest with a pat. “It doesn’t matter. The question you should be asking is how much do you think it’s worth?”
The gambling den awaited Drulik’s long drawn out answer. It almost made the hobbit want to roll his eyes at the melodrama. However, after years on the streets, he knew a good show could sometimes be the difference between success and failure. And Bilbo didn’t fail. Finally, Drulik pulled out another bag, spilling the golden coins onto the pile between them.
“Settle.” Drulik demanded before revealing the contents under his cup.
The crowd cheered and whistled much to Drulik’s ego at the combined total of eleven from his dice. Nine Rings was a gambling game loved by Durin’s Folk and Men alike with a very simple premise. Highest total won. So you bet and bluff to convince your opponent that you have as close to twelve beneath the cup as possible. However, there was one small exception. Nine always trumped any other number. Therefore, when Bilbo lifted his cup to reveal the five and four, there was a near frenzy of excitement. Drulik was rendered speechless as Bilbo lifted his pint in cheer before downing the ale all in one go. Producing a sack from his coat pocket, he raked all the golden coins towards him.
“Well lads, this has been more excitement than any hobbit can take, but I think I’m going to leave now while my fortunes are in my favor.”
“You cheated.” Drulik growled. “You had to have.”
“Check my dice if you wish.” Bilbo offered with a shrug.
The tavern owner, Nifror, who ran as honorable a den as one could for thieves and ruffians was at their table in a flash. Bilbo had heard a tale that the last dwarf who cheated at the game got their loaded dice pinned, one to each hand, with a knife made by Nifror’s wife. He threw the dice a few times and each time they landed with a different number. He shrugged.
“The hobbit’s clean.”
“But that’s impossible.” One of Drulik’s own gaped.
“Yeah, we loaded them ourselves!” The other snarled.
There was a pause and then Old Nifror was on them in a flash. Some moved to help the old barkeep out. The rest roared and placed bets on the winner. Meanwhile, Bilbo used this as the perfect opportunity to sneak away. He dropped the loaded dice he had smuggled into his pocket on the ground with a snort. Like he would be that stupid. Now most would have worried walking around with that much gold around the dregs of Erebor’s underworld. Fortunately, Bilbo was a professional at remaining quiet and unseen. A talent he had been forced to pick up early in his life. Which is why he nearly screamed when a hand landed on his shoulder.
“Make a good haul?” The dwarf smirked.
Bilbo turned around with a glare. “You know you don’t have to be so smug every time you manage to catch me off guard.”
Nori, Bilbo’s oldest and dearest friend, just raised an eyebrow as he tried and failed to hide the mischievous superiority oozing from his every pore.
“Just like to remind you, you’re not the best just yet.”
Bilbo rolled his eyes as he continued on his way knowing the dwarf was following.
“We both know I was headed to your place eventually so is there a reason you’re bugging me now?”
“Can I not worry over the sake of my friend?” Nori gasped overdramatically.
Bilbo snorted but made no arguments or agreements.
“Well, if I were coming to find you, it might have something to do with the fact that your husband finished up his duties early today to surprise you.”
The coin he was holding nearly slipped from his suddenly numb fingers.
“Valar above!” Bilbo swore. “That dwarf. He’s positively incorrigible!”
“He’s in love.” Nori pointed out.
Bilbo scoffed. “Love. Well shit, looks like you’re going to have to take this to our hiding place for me.”
Bilbo shoved the bag of gold into the dwarf’s chest before power walking towards the secret tunnels. Nori kept stride with him, clearly not done delivering bad news.
“Are you anywhere close to the right amount?”
“I’ve nearly two-thirds at this point.”
“Bilbo, you only have a week left.”
“I’m well aware, Nori! Maybe it's enough to...buy me more time.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t the whole point of you marrying some rich noble supposed to give you easy access to the treasury?”
“It was, but there was one teeny detail we didn’t take into account.”
“What’s that?”
Bilbo paused, his face falling into a grimace. “In-laws.”
***
One of the first things Bilbo and Nori did upon their rushed and unplanned move to Erebor from Ered Luin was scope out the best places for a quick getaway. They just so happened to make kind with a chatty miner named Bofur who, while deep in his cup, told them that the royal wing originally was meant to be on the other side of the mountain. When the architects realized the disadvantage of having the royal family so far from the guards’ posts and war meeting rooms, rather than just move the furniture back down only to go back up on the correct side, they cut unmapped tunnels around the outside of the mountain. It also had the added advantage of getting their monarchy out quicker in the case of a coup if the knowledge hadn’t been lost through time. It was perfect for the thieves’ needs. In almost no time at all, Nori and Bilbo had found the tunnels and utilized them fully.
Something the hobbit was thankful for now as he flew down the tunnel to get back to his room. He welcomed the blast of mountain wind to rapidly cool the sweat on his face before ducking back into the opposite entrance. There was a small alcove where Bilbo’s fancier clothes lay and he all but threw himself out of his worn threads for the finer silks and cotton. The last thing he did was pocket the brooch before sprinting back down the tunnel braiding and beading his hair on the run. Once he was back in the royals’ wing, he ducked his head out to make sure the coast was clear, and then silently made his way to his suite. After closing the door behind him, Bilbo relaxed against it, heaving a sigh of relief.
“And just where have you been, Husband of Mine?”
Bilbo prided himself on the fact that he did not squeak even if he did jump nearly two feet in the air. Thorin, Prince of Erebor, was lounging in the armchair by the fireplace looking rather pleased with himself. Bilbo attempted to calm his racing heart as he stepped forward, plastering what he hoped to be a loving grin on his face.
“Just a walk on the cliffs with Nori. Surely, you would not deny this hobbit the feel of fresh air and sunshine?”
Thorin stood at that point, meeting him about halfway. His thumb gently caressed Bilbo’s cheek.
“If I had it my way, I would deny you nothing, ukradê (my greatest heart).”
Bilbo hummed in practiced delight as he met his husband’s lips with his own. The hobbit was at least content with the knowledge that as far as dwarves went, Thorin was stunningly handsome. Not a sentiment necessarily shared with others of his race. Which worked out just fine for Bilbo as it left a prince of all things, uncommitted and available.
“By the way, look what I found this morning.” Bilbo stepped back with a teasing smile as he produced the brooch from his pocket.
“My mother’s brooch!” Thorin gaped as he took it reverently. “Where…?”
“It was under my bed. You must have dropped it when you paid me a surprise visit last night.”
Thorin smirked as he latched onto Bilbo’s hips. “I remember the night well.”
Oh, and he was a really, really good bed partner. No, Bilbo was well aware he could have it much worse. It was just the dwarf’s nauseating romanticism that nearly caused him to roll his eyes more than once. Thorin gave him a long lingering kiss before he bent forward to press his forehead against Bilbo’s own. Their hands found their way into each other’s naturally interlocking.
“I promise, it won’t always be like this.” Thorin murmured when he finally pulled away, his blue eyes shining brightly.
Like this. The dwarf was so dramatic. It constantly made Bilbo feel like some player performing for the court. Heaving a sigh as he looked down between their conjoined hands.
“We’ve been married for eight months, and two of those have been spent here in Erebor. If your family was going to accept me, they would have done so by now.”
Thorin released his hands so he could lift Bilbo’s chin to look at him.
“Don’t lose faith yet, amrâlimê (my love). I have a plan.”
It was a good thing Bilbo was a talented actor. He laughed, causing Thorin to smile.
“You have a plan? That sounds dangerous.”
“Tease all you want, but I have all the confidence in this plan.”
“Well, out with it. What have you come up with?”
Thorin shook his head teasingly. “You’ll have to wait. I want it to be a surprise.”
Bilbo linked his arms around the dwarf’s neck for leverage as he started showering him with kisses at his jaw, the corner of his mouth, and his throat.
“And I couldn’t persuade you to tell me any sooner?”
“You are cruel, thundanûd (tiny embrace).” Thorin moaned, his hands resting on Bilbo’s arms.
“It’s only cruel if you don’t accept the invitation.” Bilbo teased back as he pulled at the prince’s tunic to allow him access to his collarbone.
Thorin shuddered once with want before finding the strength to pull away. He grasped Bilbo’s hands again as he kissed him deeply as an apology.
“Later. There will be time later. But now...we are having dinner with my family.”
Bilbo’s building fire of lust was immediately doused, a small frown settled on his forehead that Thorin attempted to kiss away. Lovely, the in-laws.
It certainly wasn’t that Bilbo wanted them to like him. He could honestly care less. It was just their dislike of him that made it really difficult for him to do...well, much of anything. Thrain, still mourning the loss of his dead wife, remained suspicious and hardened against Bilbo for the sheer fact that he was a hobbit. Their marriage had yet to be announced to the Council or even the mountain in general. Keeping Bilbo out of the public eye was Thrain’s number one priority which was certainly no hardship. It was Frerin and Dis he had the biggest problems with. Thorin’s brother and sister, ever loyal to him, seemed to think Bilbo wasn’t good enough for the dwarf, and constantly had Balin, the royal advisor, keeping tabs on him. Bilbo was reluctant to admit the dwarf’s keen eyes and sharp wit, but it had taken quite a few of Bilbo’s best moves to lose his tails before entering the secret tunnels.
Therefore, coming together in the Royal Dining Room for “family dinners” was a...stilted affair. There were only two redeeming features to those evenings. One, it was always the best food Bilbo had ever eaten in his life. And two, Thorin’s nephews, Fili and Kili, were not the least bit bothered by him and had some story worth telling that took the edge of him for a little bit at least.
“And then the axe sailed through the air and straight into the boar’s head. So technically, technically we aren’t responsible for the mess in the trophy room.” Kili finished.
“No.” Vili, their father snorted. “Just responsible for startling the poor guard that set off the chain of events.”
“Well how were we supposed to know he was right there?” Fili defended.
Bilbo snorted in spite of himself. “Watch the shadows.”
He immediately tensed after he said it as he waited for the barrage of insults to be hurtled his way.
“Spoken like a true thief.” Dis sneered.
Yep, right on cue.
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t corrupt my sons.” She continued.
“Namad…” Thorin warned softly.
Thrain’s hand met the tabletop in a harsh bang. “What have I said about speaking our language in front of the Halfling?!”
Bilbo sighed and turned his attention to his soup as the line of Durin flexed their tempers. Thorin rising to his defense, Dis and Thrain attempting to argue their points louder, Frerin leaving snide quips here and there, and Vili trying and failing to keep the peace. The joy of family dinners.
“Actually, while we’re on this subject, I have something to say.” Thorin demanded, his voice low and regal. “I will be gone the remainder of the week.”
Everyone, including Bilbo, froze and stared up at Thorin in relative confusion and outrage. The prince’s eyes were boring holes straight into his father whose scowl would be enough to frighten wargs off at this point.
“And just where will you be?” The king finally spat.
Thorin reached down for Bilbo’s hand making the hobbit supremely discomforted. Thorin’s eyes were soft and pleading though as they met his.
“We will be taking the Trial of Souls.”
“We’ll be doing what now?” Bilbo questioned.
“Thorin…” Dis murmured at a surprisingly subdued volume, her eyebrows knitted together.
“Finally! A sensible idea!” Frerin declared.
All eyes rested on the brunette as he raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t you think? I mean, to put it bluntly, everyone at this table has been trying to convince Thorin out of this marriage in some way. When they don’t emerge from the tunnels together, that would be a pretty good indicator of the truth.”
“We haven’t. We like Bilbo.” Kili reminded softly.
Bilbo shot the troublemakers a quick smile of thanks. They were idiots, but they were sweet. Meanwhile, Thrain was rubbing his beard in thought before nodding once.
“Yes, this will do well. In fact, if you make it through all five chambers, I’ll hold a feast in honor and publically accept your union.”
Thorin nodded, still looking rather cross with his father. “As I’d hoped.”
Bilbo found he couldn’t take it anymore. “Now, wait! Wait just a minute! What is this...Trial of Souls?”
Thorin stared at his father for permission, and the king granted it almost the picture of satisfaction. Being a gambler, it made Bilbo largely nervous as Thorin turned back towards him.
“It’s a series of tests to prove two dwarves...or in our case, a dwarf and a hobbit, are Ones.”
Bilbo’s mouth opened and shut a couple of times, but no words were able to come out.
“Problem, Halfling?” Dis questioned with mock innocence.
“Thorin, a moment if you please.” Bilbo was finally able to say as he pulled his stone-headed husband out into the hall.
“Are you serious?!” He finally rounded on him.
“What?” Thorin questioned.
“Thorin, I…” Bilbo fought for the right words without making this worse. “I don’t understand. What exactly do we have to prove? We’re married. Shouldn’t that be enough?!”
Thorin sighed. “It should. You are correct, ibinê (my gem). But don’t you see? It’s perfect! My family will be satisfied by our success at the Trials, and it’ll be irrefutable evidence to the rest of the mountain if any rose to challenge us. And politics aside, I want this for us.”
“Us?” Bilbo repeated too numb to be completely in control of his mouth.
“Yes!” Thorin nodded eagerly. “Couples that pass the Trials of Souls find they become closer than ever. Our...relationship hasn’t been for very long, and I respect that your past is painful to you, but I want to know you azyungel (love of loves). I want to know everything there is to know about my husband, and share myself in return. What do you say?”
Now being a hardened thief, the hobbit knew a thing or two about how to get out of a seemingly hopeless situation. However, as his mind swirled and swirled around the damnable logic of Thorin’s decision, he found himself becoming dizzy and nauseated. That was it then. Bilbo was doomed. He had just enough time to get out a soft ‘nope’ before he fell over in a dead faint.
#birthdayplotbunnies#bagginshield#thilbo#starterdrabbles#Bilbo would be much happier if his husband would quit trying to love him
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top 10 ouran manga-only arcs
this is going to be such a long post i apologize in advance. the ranking system has absolutely no criteria other than "does this pass my vibe check.” bonus points were awarded if i could think about tamakyo while reading it; points were also awarded every time tamaki did something cool. this was a delight to make. anyways, without further ado, here are my personal top ten favorites, and no i will not be taking criticism.
1. THE TAMAKI EXTRAVAGANZA
(vol 16 chp 73 - vol 18 chp 80)
PLOT:
So much happens here that I couldn’t think of an actual name, and uh does it count as a single arc? Probably not, but I’m counting it as one because it has a single thread: Tamaki. My beloved. So. First, Tamaki finally, finally, finally moves into Suoh mansion #1, but when he gets there, he gets told that he’s only allowed to study the Suoh business and go to school and nothing else— meaning he has to quit the host club. Shizue threatens to out Haruhi as a girl and ruin her reputation— possibly losing her the scholarship— if Tamaki doesn’t break off all ties with her.
The Host Club disbands. Kyoya begins an Investigation™ into Tamaki’s mother— she had been incredibly weak and unhealthy when Tamaki was a child, but when Kyoya met her, she was pretty healthy. After some sleuthing, the hosts minus Tamaki discover that she probably had Bisco Hatori’s fictional version of lupus, which was cured by a mysterious foundation— which they discover was run by the Grantaine family, funded by the Suoh corporation, and actually researched by the Ootori conglomerate. Literally everyone is in on it. It’s fucking wild. Like. Huge “holy fucking shit I need to stop and take a breath” moment.
This information is suddenly released to the public, and then the Suoh corporation all vote Shizue out of her position, saying that she’s no longer fit for the job. She locks herself in her room and refuses to speak to anyone, breaking Tamaki’s heart. But now that she’s no longer top dog, Anne-Sophie can come to Japan— Yuzuru is super hyped and expects Tamaki to be as well, not understanding that Tamaki’s family fantasy includes his grandmother. Tamaki stops going to school and plays piano every day in order to cheer up the house, eventually luring Shizue out to listen to him play their shared favorite songs from J-dramas.
They begin to bond and Shizue sees that he’s not a failure because of his parentage, but it’s too late because Anne-Sophie is about to fly back to France. All is hopeless.
EXCEPT THEN. All of the hosts and all of the clients realize what’s happening and rush to help him get to his mother. They all adore him so much, and give their all into getting Tamaki to the airport. Shizue finally encourages him to go, realizing— with the help of Haruhi— that she has been bitter and selfish and Tamaki deserves better. They rush to the airport, and through a series of shenanigans that are no match for the combined power of the hosts and every single girl at Ouran, Tamaki makes it to the airport. They make it there JUST in time, and Tamaki gets a five minute reunion with his mother. Haruhi finally confesses to Tamaki that she loves him.
WHY I LOVE IT:
oh my God oh my God oh my GOD. Like. This is just. So much. So Much. We all know that I’m like. The #1 Fan of Tamaki Suoh. Like. President, vice president, treasurer, and secretary of the fan club, all at once. I love him so much, and this just gives him so much development. There is so much opportunity for him to grow and you not only really see who he is as a character, but you also see how much he’s grown as a person from his first introduction. You also get more of a glimpse into the world of Rich People, and the way that all of their families interact with each other, and then also with the way that they interact within their families. It’s just such an intense arc and it’s so beautiful and I love it so much.
2. THE SPORTS COMPETITION
(vol 10 chp 46 - vol 11 chp 49)
PLOT:
This one is HARD to rank, because I love it, but it also Hurts. Like. I genuinely cried over this one, though that’s not actually saying much because I cry at everything. So. Here’s what’s up. Tamaki gets into this idea of a sports festival, and then Kuze wanders in to fight Kyoya again, so Tamaki suggests a competition between the two of them. This is a very Tamaki thing to do, but Kyoya gets fed up with it and refuses to participate— until Kuze accuses him of being “Suoh’s pet” and that he’ll always let Tamaki win, and then Kyoya gets fired the fuck up.
But he’s still bitter at Tamaki for starting this, so the two of them stop talking and my heart breaks. This does not stop Tamaki from having heart eyes for Kyoya 24/7. Hikaru and Kaoru are assigned to competing teams, and begin their Very Long Journey into not being so codependent— Hikaru is on the red team with Tamaki, Haruhi, and Kuze; Kaoru is on the white team with Kyoya and Honey.
Essentially, each team goes through rounds of races in different areas that are like. Complete bullshit games, but whatever. It’s Rich People World. The white team gets ahead; the red team performs a scene from a Shakespeare show to rally their losing team together and begins to win, until they’re on even footing. The final race is between Kyoya and Tamaki.
There’s a heartbreaking series of panels of Tamaki just… thinking about Kyoya. I cannot get enough of it. Then there’s an even more heartbreaking series of panels of Kyoya just… thinking about Tamaki. You realize, alongside the other hosts, that Tamaki pushed for this race not really for benefit or fun, but to give Kyoya a chance to compete in something for real, without having to set it up so that Tamaki wins (as we see in the race for the central salon). It’s a chance for him to win and not put his family first. Tamaki still tried his best, because Kyoya would hate him if he threw the race, but he lost because Kyoya fought with the intention of winning for HIMSELF, and not just playing support to Tamaki or impressing his father.
Finally, in the last panel, it’s revealed that the class trip will be to France.
WHY I LOVE IT:
God it burns so good. So Good. The Tamakyo, the Hikaru & Kaoru character growth, the Kyoya development, the Tamaki being so so so good, the Kyoya being so brilliant, everything oh my lord. This is really one of the biggest points of Kyoya’s character development, and it’s the first place I’m going to point to when thinking accurately about who he is as a person. It shows who he is, and who he believes he is, and who he wants to be, and who other people see him as. It’s also just a Tamakyo goldmine, even though they don’t ever actually talk. It’s so beautiful and it makes me cry.
3. THE ORIENTEERING RACE
(vol 14 chp 66 - vol 15 chp 68)
PLOT:
In an attempt to make Tamaki realize that the hosts all love him just as much as he loves them, the hosts sans Tamaki put together an orienteering race. There are six checkpoints, each one with a task to be completed in order to get an ingredient that will make the best meal at the end of the race.
Hikaru and Kaoru play the return of the “Which one is Hikaru?” game, knowing that Tamaki has been able to tell them apart for a while by now; Nekozawa’s checkpoint is a quiz on cursed items, knowing that Tamaki is familiar with Beelzenef; Honey’s checkpoint is a game of whack-a-mole with little mini Usa-chans, knowing that Tamaki isn’t afraid of making him upset over a game, though all the girls are; Mori’s is a sword slicing thing to show that Tamaki will never give up on something; Haruhi’s is a “tell the truth or never pass” kind of thing; and Kyoya’s is a crossword puzzle of all the answers made up of things from previous club themes.
Tamaki pairs up with Konoya— who is in love with him and is the “perfect Haruhi” trope— and realizes that she’s incredibly different from Haruhi, and that he loves Haruhi for who she is and not who he thought he wanted her to be. He also realizes that— because the hosts have gone through all of this for him— they do love him for who he is, no matter what, no matter the bad parts of his personality, and they’re never leaving him.
WHY I LOVE IT:
Look. We know that anything about Tamaki is gonna make me happy. I am a simple woman and so easy to please. This is literally just three chapters about how much all of the hosts love Tamaki and want him to be happy. I cannot express in words how rewarding it is to watch Tamaki realize how important he is and how much he’s loved— because he is loved, he’s so loved, he’s so so so loved. This is also the arc with the building block / building a home metaphor, and it destroyed me both physically and emotionally (vol 14 chp 66). This is where the found family is really solidified, and we all love a good dosage of found family.
4. RACE FOR THE CENTRAL SALON / THE SCHOOL FAIR
(vol 6 chp 22 - vol 6 chp 26)
PLOT:
This is where the anime diverges from the manga, and I have to say that this version of the school fair is just so much better than the anime version. Like. Just So Much Better. Basically, the club is setting up for the school fair, and the best spot to set up— essentially, the spot that will get the most foot traffic form the parents— is in the central salon. To figure out which club is going to get the spot, they all compete in a literal race, both mind games and physical games and it just slaps overall.
The b-plot is that the Host Club is getting threatening letters telling them to drop out of the race, alongside blank papers that are sent with the notes; the hosts have to figure out who is sending the notes and confront it. This is the arc that introduces both Kuze and Yuzuru Suoh for the first time. Kuze is captain of the football team and Kyoya’s rival and also definitely his secret ex-boyfriend. Chairman Suoh is… just. A lot. Just. That’s it. A Lot. He’s A Lot.
Anyways, part of the winning race is capturing this crown that’s hidden on campus, which turns out to be at a swimming pool. The football team gets there at the same time as Haruhi, and Kuze pushes her into the pool and goes for the crown. Kyoya and Tamaki reach her at the same time— Tamaki’s instinct is to go for Haruhi, but Kyoya tells him to get the crown and thus the glory of winning, while Kyoya rescues Haruhi.
Later, it turns out that Yuzuru was sending the blank papers with harmless messages written in invisible ink as a prank to emphasize the literal hate mail that the hosts were getting. The follow up to the race is the actual school fair, where we meet Yoshio and Shizue. Fuck Shizue, not even going to get into that right now because I WILL cry, but just know that it’s even worse than it is in the anime. Yoshio, though, is eons better in the manga than in the anime— he is genuinely proud of Kyoya and says that he actually wouldn’t mind appointing Kyoya as heir.
WHY I LOVE IT:
Volume 6 does SO MUCH for Kyoya and Tamaki and we all know that I’m ride or die for the two of them. Kyoya finally gets a chance to shine as team leader and it’s what he deserves! Tamaki takes a little more of a backseat, which I don’t even mind, because Kyoya does such a good job of pulling attention here. The scene at the swimming pool is just so good— it really shows the huge amount of trust between Tamaki and Kyoya, and does a good job of setting up the relationship they need to have as Rich People, outside of their friendship, which is something that we don’t see a lot of. Overall, it’s a very Kyoya-centric arc, and it does amazing things for the development of his character and personality. It’s one of the biggest insights into how he functions as a kind of mastermind for the club. We also finally get Tamaki’s full-ish backstory, which genuinely makes me cry every time.
5. THE HITACHIIN FAMILY
(vol 10 chp 45 / vol 11 chp 51 - vol 12 chp 53)
PLOT:
So this is technically two plot lines, but I’m going to count it as one because it’s all about the twins, my loves. In vol 10 chp 45, we get a little insight into the life of the Hitachiin family and why the twins are as fucked up as they are. Quick rundown— their parents can tell them apart but pretend not to for whatever godforsaken reason; Kaoru admits he’s in love with Haruhi for the first time and Hikaru remains oblivious; Kaoru begins to realize how unhealthy he and Hikaru’s relationship is and how, one day, they aren’t going to be able to have all of the same things; there’s a cookie metaphor; Tamaki gets lost in the Hitachiin manion; it’s all a good time.
In volumes 11 and 12, we begin the actual split between the twins, where they realize that they can’t stay the way that they are forever. They can’t be one person forever. They realize this in a fight over Haruhi, where Hikaru suggests they “share” her as a sister, and Kaoru rightfully thinks this is bullshit. They get in their first— and only— genuinely real argument. Hikaru breaks down in Mori’s house, Kaoru breaks down at Honey’s place, literally no one is happy and I am crying.
Kaoru asks Haruhi out on a date, and then ends the date by explaining that he could never date her knowing that it would be hurting Hikaru. Haruhi is, understandably, very confused by this whole thing, and no one is telling her anything.
Kaoru then makes up with Hikaru, saying that he’ll give up on trying to pursue Haruhi, but tells him that they actually do need to live separate lives at some point— and that point might as well be now. He wants to break apart entirely, but Hikaru explains that while they need to break apart in a lot of ways and find their own identities, they can never fully forget each other. They agree that they can influence and love each other without depending on each other for a personality.
They keep up the incest ACT at the club, though. Bisco Hatori couldn’t manage to write her way out of that one.
WHY I LOVE IT:
So this one just. Really hits home for me. It’s a genuinely heart wrenching arc, and the progression of the whole thing was just so slow and so steady and it was so well done. The twins are two of my favorite characters in the show/manga, and their relationship is something that I can analyze for days, and this arc is a huge part of why it’s so interesting. It does amazing things for both of them as developing characters, but it does even more amazing things for their character growth as people. It also provides a nice catalyst for the Hikaru/Tamaki/Haruhi love triangle. Anyways, it made me cry and apparently that’s my only criteria.
6. THE FRANCE ARC
(vol 10 chp 46 - vol 12 chp 56)
PLOT:
On the Ouran 2nd year school trip to France, Kyoya decides he’s going to spend the trip searching for Tamaki’s mother, rather than spending it with the other students. He works himself to death trying to find her— he ends up literally falling asleep on the ground because he’s so exhausted from searching and taking literally no breaks. Kyoya finds her eventually, and has a really nice conversation with her— she has a bunch of photos of Tamaki, and clearly is constantly thinking about him. When he gets back to Japan, he tells Tamaki about her— about how beautiful she is, about how she smiles, about how she thinks of her son every day.
We get more of Tamaki’s backstory, and his close relationship from his mother and how his mantra— living life in Japan to the fullest and being as happy as he can be every day— all comes from his mother. She told him that she’s happiest when he’s smiling, and so when he leaves her behind in France, he decides to be smiling every day and make everyone around him smile as well.
While Kyoya is in France, Tamaki stays behind in Japan— he gets closer to his father, who offers to begin to train him to take over the Suoh business. He visits Haruhi, and tells her a little bit about his life in France, and Haruhi’s love for Tamaki begins to make an appearance for the first time.
WHY I LOVE IT:
So I went into this list thinking that this would be my favorite plot, so it’s wild to me that it didn’t even make the top five. It’s kind of weird and I didn’t expect it, but I’m still satisfied with this list. Anyways, I really love this one, even if it’s not the top five. It’s like. The ultimate Tamakyo story, and there’s just. There’s just so much to unpack there. Like. We don’t have time for me to go through the whole thing and analyze every part of it because there’s just so much of it. It’s so good, and it makes my heart grow three sizes. It’s another brilliant development piece for Kyoya, and shows his softer side, as well as just how much he loves Tamaki.
7. MORI AND HONEY GRADUATE
(vol 15 chp 71 - vol 16 chp 72)
PLOT:
Honey and Mori announce that, after graduation, they’ll be splitting up and going to different universities. This proceeds to emotionally destroy literally everyone except for them. Mori is challenged to a series of duels at the Kendo club in which he has to fight every underclassman who wants the honor of fighting him before he graduates. He’s exhausted and worn down, and he loses to a second year, which is bad for like. Honor reasons. RIP. Anyways. He reveals that he’s just been really worried about something but before he can tell anyone, he has to duel Honey. It hurts.
They start preparing for the fight— which Kyoya is capitalizing off of via movie rights and betting rings— and scare everyone that they’re going to never speak again. When the fight comes, they fight on the Windswept Hill™ at Ouran (the same place that Chika and Honey fight on way back when). They go for it and pull no punches, until Honey tries to do a flying kick and Mori catches him and gently places him outside of the boundaries of the fighting ring, thus winning the duel.
Because he won, he pulls out a sheet of paper in which he’s written down all of the things that Honey needs to do in university because Mori isn’t going to be there to take care of him: brush his teeth, cut down the cake by 90%, and stop bringing Usa-chan to classes. Mori felt that he didn’t have the right to tell him these things until they were on equal level because he had won the duel.
They make up and everything is okay— they graduate, everyone cries, including me. Kasanoda gives Mori flowers, it’s all very cute. Haruhi makes cookies, and when Tamaki goes running down the hallway to find her, they bump into each other and drop all of the cookies. While they’re picking them up, they share the classic ~accidental kiss~.
WHY I LOVE IT:
This is one of the only Honey & Mori-centric plotlines that gets fully fleshed out and like. More than a chapter. It really does lovely things for their relationship, and it’s the end of an era. Even though it’s the end of an era, though, the resolution is incredibly satisfying— Honey and Mori’s stories are wrapping up, but it’s really well done. It’s sad, but it’s a really rewarding ending. They’re such sweet boys. Also, it’s not like they’re gone forever, so it’s all okay.
8. REIKO x HONEY
(vol 10 chp 41)
PLOT:
Reiko is part of the Black Magic Club, and falls in love with Honey when he gives her a hand in getting up after she trips over Usa-chan. However, she believes that falling in love with Honey is equivalent to him “stealing her soul,” and so she uses “curses” to steal his soul back. These curses are basically just love spells.
In the end, Honey tells her to just, like, be herself. Talk about her interests. Get to know him. Be honest. Then she won’t need love spells to make him like her. Even if she messes up or is awkward or says something weird, he’ll still like her because she’s being true to herself. This is one of the only Honey-centric chapters, and Reiko is one of my favorite side characters.
WHY I LOVE IT:
They’re the OG goth x pastel couple. The blueprint for all other couples. Icons. I love them so much. This makes it on the list just because I love their relationships. I also love the whole Moral Of The Story, in that it’s important to be true to yourself. It’s so sweet it hurts.
9. HARUHI AND TAMAKI’S FIRST DATE
(vol 18 chp 81 - vol 18 chp 82)
PLOT:
So. Right after the two of them confess their love to each other, everyone expects them to get together and be a couple right away, but Haruhi is just kinda chilling. She’s not super stressed about dating, it’s just a relief to have said it out loud. Meanwhile, Tamaki is kind of a mess, stressing out over their first date and trying to make it as perfect as he possibly can. Seeing him so stressed, all of the hosts band together to help him out in planning a date. When Tamaki finally gets up the nerve to ask her out, he falls in the fountain and Haruhi has to fish him out. She’s then the one to ask him out to the amusement park.
In true Tamaki fashion, he gets incredibly stressed out again. He gets fashion advice from a series of unfashionable people. The hosts sneak around the amusement park and follow them around, finding out that it’s actually going really well, as long as they’re not interfering. After the Lobelia girls show up and try to sabotage the date, Tamaki and Haruhi run away— while Kyoya Handles™ the situation— and they go to her mother’s grave. There, it’s revealed that Haruhi will be going on an exchange program to America.
WHY I LOVE IT:
It’s just. So cute. Like. I’m Tamakyo for life, but I do adore them so much. It’s lower on the list because of the sheer amount of second hand embarrassment, but overall, I loved reading this one. Tamaki is just so genuine and earnest about everything he does, and I think these chapters do a lot to show why the two of them work as a couple. It also does lovely characterization points for Haruhi, and begins to wrap up the ending. Bonus points for a jealous and heartbroken Kyoya.
10. PRINCESS MICHELLE
(vol 9 chp 38 - vol 9 chp 39)
PLOT:
Princess Michelle comes to Ouran to do a week of school in Japan. After meeting her, Tamaki essentially puts him and the Host Club at her beck and call, doing anything that he can to make her happy, no matter how insanely extravagant her demands are. Everyone else finds this infuriating, until Kyoya points out that Michelle looks similar to Tamaki’s mother, saying that the last time Tamaki saw his mother, she was crying— and if he sees Michelle smile for real, it might help him picture his mother smiling again.
Overall, it’s just a very soft arc that begins to unfold Tamaki’s family-related trauma. It also kickstarts Tamaki’s realization that he’s in love with Haruhi and doesn’t actually have paternal feelings for her (that’s the whole next chapter, but make it funny rather than introspective); and it’s one of the moments that Haruhi realizes that Tamaki is genuinely just a good person.
WHY I LOVE IT:
I wasn’t sure that this one would make the list at all, but I do really love this story. It’s pretty short, just two chapters, but it’s overall really sweet. I like Michelle as a character a lot— she seems a bit like a bitch at the beginning, but she gets fleshed out and given an actual personality as the chapter goes on. It’s a really good example of Bisco Hatori’s writing.
HONORARY MENTIONS:
Mei (character): probably the most significant character in the manga that doesn’t appear at all in the anime, which is pretty tragic, but I think that the anime really wanted to emphasize that Haruhi doesn’t really have any female friends / friends outside of the hosts. But anyways, she’s Misuzu’s daughter and Haruhi’s friend; she’s lowkey transphobic but she’s getting better! Had a brief crush on Tamaki but she ends with being the #1 Tamaharu stan. Great friend to Haruhi.
The masquerade ball: Haruhi's going away party, and the reveal that she's a girl.
Haruhi gets kidnapped: Haruhi is kidnapped and held for ransom, the hosts find her and break down doors to get there.
#ohshc#ouran manga#ouran koukou host club#ouran high school host club#ouran liveblog#ouran#ouran high school host club manga#please rb this i worked SO HARD on it#also please add your opinions#there are a few different lists that are valid. and many that are not.#i will vibe check your lists if you post them
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After a drunken one-night stand with your ex, you thought you could get him out of your life for good. Unfortunately, the two of you can’t seem to keep away from each other. Why can’t you leave each other alone? And more importantly, why is he still on your mind?
tw: profanity, mentions of sex
author’s note: this is it, the final chapter. i have bonus scenes that i’m planning to write in the future, but this is it for the main story! thank you so much to everyone who has read this and supported it, i appreciate you all so much <3
Team Japan was performing the best they ever had. With Hinata and Kageyama’s freak quick attack, Sakusa’s angled spikes, MSBY’s teamwork, Aran’s powerful serves, and Suna’s intimidating blocks, Japan easily made it past the first few rounds and into the gold match game.
You and the team were lucky; there were no substantial injuries, and even after countless games against some of the best in the world, everyone was still upbeat and energetic. Morale was high, and everyone was excited for the next game: the final gold medal match against Argentina.
You had met Iwaizumi’s fiance, Oikawa Tooru, and immediately understood what Iwaizumi meant. There was, in fact, an “Iwa-chan, I can’t believe you! Rival against your own fiance!” All in all, you thought Oikawa was a good match for Iwaizumi’s impassive nature, and you were happy for both of them. You just hoped Iwaizumi would survive the final game.
Jerseys were put on, water bottles were filled, medical bags were prepared, and soon enough, you were standing next to the bench and watching the National Team practice for their most important match. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of Suna, who was donning the jersey you had stolen months ago. You had already expressed your love for Suna in a National Team uniform, jumping him almost immediately after they won their first game.
Practice finished, and both teams were given a short break before the match would start. The arena had a few family members; you could see Osamu and Kita, along with Bokuto’s husband and Hinata’s sister and mom. Once again, you were thrilled that you were able to stand next to the court during the game and not in the bleachers.
Suna approached you where you were next to the bench, and you stood up to give him a good luck kiss.
“I know you’ll do great, Rintarou. I’m so proud of you. Good luck, and make sure to beat Argentina and give Oikawa hell!”
Iwaizumi laughed next to you, earning a glare from Oikawa who was talking to him. You gave Suna a final hug and kiss, then turned away to redo a wrap on Aran’s knee.
You missed Suna handing a tiny black box to Iwaizumi, and Iwaizumi subsequently hiding the box in one of his bags.
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Japan took the first set, a service ace from Kageyama ending it. Argentina took the next, thanks to a surprising setter dump from Oikawa. Sakusa’s final spike gave the third set to Japan, and Oikawa’s service ace gave the fourth to Argentina. With the tie, everyone was nervous approaching the final set. You redid a few wraps, gave encouraging words, and wordlessly threw an ice pack at Hinata, who was acting like he didn’t receive a ball with his face in the fourth set. Oikawa was happily taunting Iwaizumi, who was threatening Oikawa with a pair of tape scissors in hand.
The whistle blew, and the players made their way back onto the court. You watched with bated breath as the set flew by, long rallies and quick movements making your head spin. You were exhausted just watching; the game had been long and hard, but this set was full of back and forth points with neither team getting a clear lead.
Finally, Japan had a break and was in the lead at match point. You could barely breathe, and everything felt like it was in slow motion. You watched as Oikawa served, Komori received, Sakusa spiked, and Argentina’s libero sent the ball towards Oikawa, who set it towards a spiker. The spiker jumped, Suna jumping right in front of him. The ball was hit, and it felt like an eternity as you watched Suna send it back down to the other side, guaranteeing Japan’s victory as the ball hit the floor. A whistle blew, signaling the end of the match and solidifying the final score.
You were shouting, Iwaizumi was shouting, the coach was shouting, everyone was rushing towards the court and Suna. You ran as fast as you could into his arms, laughing as you took his face between your hands and showered him with kisses as he spun you around. Both of you were crying, his teammates circling around you, hugging him (and by proxy, you) and patting him on the back. He finally set you down, grabbing something from Iwaizumi before he was pulled away by a jealous Oikawa.
You watched in awe as Suna Rintarou got down on one knee right after scoring the winning point for Japan’s Olympic gold medal.
“Y/n, I know we’ve been back together for only a few weeks, but in my heart, it’s been over eight years. I’ve loved you since then, and I’ll love you until the day I die. You’re the only one I can picture beside me in the future, and you’re the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I could go on and on for hours, but I also have a medal to get for you. Will you marry me?”
The tears streaming down your face prevented you from properly speaking, but your enthusiastic nod said it all. You threw your arms around Suna, letting him pick you up and spin you around again as everyone in the arena cheered and the cameras picked up the proposal on live television.
“Of course, I’ll marry you, Rintarou.” Your voice was breaking, and you could see tears on Suna’s face as well. “I love you so much and I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
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When Suna crept into your room that night, you welcomed him with open arms, grinning as he placed the gold medal over your naked chest, the cold of the metal seeping into your skin as the bed broke beneath you, again.
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Los Angeles, August 2028
“We’re gonna be fucking late, Rintarou.”
“No we won’t, calm down.” He tossed you your team jacket, watching as you zipped it fully to cover the bruises blooming on your neck.
You glanced down at your phone. “Fuck, Rin, it’s almost time. Get out.” You pushed him out of the empty training room, grimacing at the clock on the wall. “I’ll see you out there.”
You snatched your bag off of the floor just as your phone began to ring.
“Hey, Osamu, I’m kinda busy right now.”
“Busy banging Sunarin?”
“Shut the fuck up. Are you guys here?”
“Yeah, right behind the bench. She’s asking for you.”
“Be there in a sec.”
You hung up with a click, pushing open the door and walking down the hall to the court. The rest of the team was already there, and you glared at Atsumu as he shot you a smirk. Just like Osamu said, he was seated in the bleachers behind the bench. You dropped your bag down, walking over to him and Suna.
“Hi, baby. Are you being good for uncle ‘Samu?” You cooed at your daughter, who was currently latched onto Suna’s neck.
“Yes, momma.”
“Good girl.” You grabbed her from Suna, bouncing her on your hip as the whistle blew for practice to begin. “Tell your daddy good luck.”
“Good luck!” she giggled, hands reaching out for Suna as he leaned down to hug and kiss you both.
“Make sure you watch me close, baby girl. Not uncle ‘Tsumu.”
Your daughter grinned at her dad, nodding her head and promising him all her attention (which was pretty minimal, for a three year old).
You handed her back up to Osamu, who bounced her on his knee as she waved at you and Suna.
Practice came and went, and another gold medal match for Japan started. Japan had won again at Paris in 2024, and everyone was hoping for another one. You waved to Iwaizumi, who was arguing with Oikawa on the Argentinian side. The two of you stayed in contact after he moved, with him frequently telling you about the most recent stupid things Oikawa had done and you keeping him updated on your life with Suna and EJP.
The game began, and it was close, just as the last two between Japan and Argentina had been. Before the fifth and final set, they were yet again tied, with the previous sets being close as well. The whistle blew, and the final set began.
It was back and forth, as was usual for Japan and Argentina, but a break at the end put Japan at match point, just like the game in Tokyo. With bated breath, you watched Atsumu serve, Argentina receive and spike, and Komori receive. Atsumu set, and time slowed down as the ball flew in an arc, right into Suna’s waiting palm. The ball was slammed down, the echo carrying throughout the silent arena. The final whistle blew, and the gym went up in cheers.
You ran towards Suna, just as you had done at the Tokyo Games, leaping into his arms and showering him with kisses. Osamu approached, handing your daughter off to Suna, as the three of you celebrated in your own little world. A third Olympic gold, an amazing daughter, an incredible husband; everything was perfect.
The next day, you received what was quite possibly the best picture you had ever seen. You, Suna, and your daughter, tears on all of your faces, huddled close together in a tight hug, smiles bright and wide, taken by Osamu.
You had everything you could ever ask for in your family, your friends, and even your job. Still, Suna Rintarou was always on your mind.
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Liquid Luck [Harry Potter x Reader]
summary: harry doesn’t need luck to win you over
content warnings: curses barley
a/n: hello! wrote this out of bordeom tbh...hope u like!! as always let me know if you have any requests!
working with harry in potions never seemed important until sixth year. since everyone worked in pairs and you two have been working together since second year, he let you in on the little secrets his textbook held. you crushed the ingredients instead of cutting, despite hermione’s scolding and were one step closer to finishing the assignment. “look at malfoy.” he whispered. you looked at harry first, confused- then to malfoy and you realized why. his nose was scrunched up i’m frustration, cutting the material. you chuckled with harry but stopped when the blonde’s head shot up to glare at you. he opened his mouth to spit a cruel remark but slug horn was already approaching your table. “let’s have a look shall we?” you and harry shared a look of triumph.
“as i promised, a bottle of felix felicis-“ he placed the bottle in harry’s hand, but harry passed it to you. “to the best performers in class. you are dismissed!” he cheered. you and harry left class feeling rather cocky. “i know you two cheated.” you and harry turned around. of course there was malfoy, hair messy like hermione’s. “we didn’t.” you said, crossing your arms. “you expect me to buy that?” now blaise and goyle joined him. “you don’t need to believe us. it’s okay that you’re jealous that we did better than you.” harry quipped, nudging you as if to say ‘let’s go’. you gave the boys a taunting smile and followed harry.
hermione was fixing her hair in the common room when you two got back. “what room you so long?” ron asked. “malfoy giving us a hard time. says we cheated, but hermione knows that’s not true. right?” everyone’s head turned to hermione, who was already reading up on what she could’ve done wrong. “i suppose not. you were reading right from your book.” she admitted. harry held out a hand, gesturing to hermione. “see? got it fair and square.” you chimed, showing the bottle. “you should put that somewhere safe.” hermione commented. “will do. go on then.” you shooed harry off. when he was out of ear shot, everyone turned to you. “what are you gonna use it for?” ginny inquired. “are you gonna use it to find the right time to ask harry out?” you threw a pillow at ron. “no! we should use it for something important, not something as silly as that.”
but harry was already up in his room, fiddling with the bottle between his fingers. contemplating. should he use it to get a moment with you? he’s had a thing for you since third year and he was bound to burst eventually, why not have luck on his side when he does? unsure, he called for ron. everyone’s eyes went wide; surely he hadn’t heard your conversation? “you tell us everything, understand?”ron rushed up, noting ginny’s command. “yeah?” he said as normally as he could. “come here and shut the door.” harry said nervously. ron, just as nervous as he, took a seat on his bed. “i’m just gonna say it straight up, i have a crush on (y/n). now that that’s out of the way-“ but ron didn’t let him finish. “you have a crush on (y/n)?!” harry covered his best friends big mouth. “yes now hush! look, i was wondering if i should use the potion when i...you know, shoot my shot.” ron thought about it. would he really need it, now knowing that you both liked each other? of course he wanted his best friend to be happy, but a selfish part of ron wanted in on some of the fun. so, he came up with a plan. “no. no, don’t do that. we have a match against slyhterin soon, don’t we?” harry sighed. “yeah. you’re saying we use it for that?” harry wouldn’t lie to himself; he liked the idea of using it to ask you out more than a game of quidditch. “pretty much. and don’t worry about it, i’ve got your girl problem all under control.”
hearing the news made your heart stop. “ronald i am not in the mood to be lied to. are you positive?” you asked again. ron threw his arms to his sides. “yes!! now can i please get ready for my game?” he pleaded. you glared at him. “fine.”
there was tension at breakfast. “good morning everyone.” luna’s dream-like voice appeared. “you look dreadful ron,” she turned to harry. “is that why you put something in his cup?” everyone’s head snapped to harry. “don’t drink it!” hermione advised, but ron was already halfway done with his cup. “you could get in trouble for that.” “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” harry responded. the two boys got up and left, smiles on their faces. half of you was angry that harry used the potion without you. surely he left some for you. “i cant believe them.” hermione shook her head as she continued to eat. “you’ve been dealing with them for six years. you didn’t see this coming?” she laughed, but stopped when she looked at their plates. “they barley even ate anything!”
they showed up and played hard, although it wasn’t needed. ron did amazing and harry caught the snitch like he always did. “you reckon the potion is still in effect?” harry whispered as they changed in the locker rooms. “dunno. why?” harry brushed down his sweater and took in a deep breath. “time to shoot my shot.”
harry found you at the common room party. “hi.” you turned around, your eyes meeting his green ones. “oh, hi! great job today.” you gave hun a friendly pat on the shoulder. “thanks, erm- can i talk to you outside?” your breath hitched. “sure.” you set down your punch and followed him out of the portrait hole, failing to gain the attention of your friends. the moonlight shined into the corridor, lighting up your best friends face. “so..” you started. “(y/n), i need to tell you something.” with a racing heart beat, you half smiled. “yeah?” harry was just was nervous as you, he couldn’t trust that the potion was still working and the back of his head was protesting anyway, telling him he shouldn’t do this. but his heart was louder. “i really like you, (y/n). a lot.” you heart was jumping off the walls- springing side to side and doing a twirl. “harry..” shit. was the potion really gone? “harry i like you too.” guess not.
when you two walked back into the room, ron and lavender were on top of the table, kissing. you two both clapped and harry dragged your hand. “do you-“ “yup.” you cut him off. stepping up as well you cupped harry’s face you crushed your lips together. you felt him smile into the kiss, taking your waist and dipping you and even louder the common room roared. as you stepped down, harry leveled his mouth to your ear. “i guess luck was on my side.” you gasped playfully. “you didn’t need luck, pin head. i’ve fancied you for years.” harry’s eyes bulged out of his head- he wasn’t expecting to hear that. “and you better have saved me some of that potion.”
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Royal Treatment
Troy (2004) Reader Insert Fanfiction - Part 10
Word Count: + 9 K
Characters ( most mentioned) : Achilles, Mycenaean Princess!Reader, Helen, Patroclus, Ajax, Agamemnon, Menelaus.
Pairings: Achilles x Mycenaean Princess!Reader.
Warnings: Very light smutty undertones.
Summary: Since her last private encounter with Achilles left her with more doubts than certainties, the princess keeps trying to obtain a clear answer from him. During the celebrations, she comes up with an idea to test his interest.
Disclaimers: This was inspired by a mix of greek music ,various drum solos and improvisations of greek folk that I found on youtube and some mediterranean, egyptian and turkish music I have been listening to. Also, I want to apologise if part of this sucks. i’m still learning how to write some stuff and I don't know if this is as good as it was in my head when i pictured it.
Note: My use of the name Alexander here is only a reference. I know that’s how Paris was called in some versions of the myths and I’m only playing word games with that.
Tags: @yerevasunclair @mother-dearest-loves-me
The celebrations started with a short formal gathering in the throne room. The place was slowly getting crowder and the princess arrived later than usual but it wasn’t a concerning time range. Wordlessly, she returned to her spot alongside her father. She noticed the cup of wine he was holding and smiled to the pourer that remained close to him. The servant boy smiled back and the king looked at him like he was ready to order his execution. As a soft gesture of support against his bad mood, she holded his free hand. She knew that words of reassurance trying to explain herself or a convincing tale weren’t enough, so she tried something else. The sudden contact made him stare at her. He was still upset, she saw it in his eyes. Quickly, she changed the intention of her approach. Instead of acting like a caring daughter giving him reassurance, she showed the support of a loyal subdit. She kissed his knuckles and bowed her head in sign of respect, pretending to recognize his absolute authority over her. Agamemnon reacted positively, giving her a half smile that wasn’t exactly of approval but showed forgiveness. He was vainglorious about his self perceived but non existent mercy, appealing to that was more effective than trying to show affection.
The obsequious flatterers of the king started to gather around them, since that part of the festivities was nothing but an excuse to formally celebrate himself. Inevitably, some of the praise fell upon her and she kept her attitude towards it pleasing and passive, avoiding smart remarks or destacable commentary. She wished she could be left alone with her friends, but she had to keep performing for a bit longer. Helen was close to her and right next to her husband, but the distance that implied was a real bother. They shared some complicit glances despite being under the watch of the brothers.
Using their unexpected presence as an excuse to flatter their own egos, both kings started to show off some of the treasures of the conquest presented as gifts for the ladies. Argos wasn’t sacked, there was no need for excessive violence because Achilles speeded up their surrender. Still, as it did for other cities, their submission implied some concessions. Agamemnon got the military control of the land and demanded a share on the treasures of the city. Since he didn’t have a queen, his daughter had to occupy the passive role in his acts of ostentation. She had a collection of jewelry that was entirely based on stolen relics from every city he conquered, having at least one for every place. That wasn’t going to be the exception. The acquired riches were everything he had to brag about after Achilles took the symbolic glory. Knowing that most of the presents must have heard about what the warrior demanded of her, it was also a good way to reinforce her royal magnificence and the image of his control over her. On that occasion, the commemorative object of the victory she got was a necklace.
The young women were the centre of attention, as luxury objects whose value was being increased. Menelaus was acting like a loveful husband to Helen while he filled her with gifts from his share of the spoils, his older brother almost looked like a sweet, prideful father. The ceremonialize praise was hypocrisy, but it was fun for both girls to see their despicable owners pretending to be caring. Fortunately for their exhausted selves, the last and most expectant arrival stole all the attention.
As always, Achilles showed up very late. He tended to skip the pointless ceremonies that weren’t about him and he liked to leave his public hanging. Eudorus and Patroclus entered the room at his right and left side, wondering what he was going to do next. Without minding the context or any appearances of propriety, he walked right to the front of the crowd. Once he found his spot to stay, he blatantly stared at the ladies and saluted them from afar with a smile. Before his entrance, Agamemnon was in the middle of a self complacent speech that he interrupted. The sight of such a simple act creating more distraction irritated him even more. The king tried to save words with him, but Achilles robbed him of the speech before he could carry on.
“ My apologies to the ladies, I almost miss their honors.” He simply commented. “ Quite a charming pair, very sweet. I hope they enjoy what my effort got for them.”
The women stared at each other.
“ It’s not my wish to offend you, brave Achilles, but I don’t depreciate my husband’s courage.” Helen replied with extreme politeness.
“ Father knows my taste in jewelry.” was the princess’s defense.” And he is a smart strategist and clever politician. The brightest conductor of the army, of course.” She smiled to the king, trying to look like a sweet praiser. “ Your alliance is a treasure we must cherish because your accomplishments together are an honor to us all.”
” You honored me, I’m doing the same. “ the myrmidon replied.
“ It was no bother, the glory is yours. Nobody questions that.” The princess gave him the most formal answer that occurred to her in the moment.
Trying to keep with the ceremonial tone, she created an immediate distraction to relieve the tension of the moment.
“ Can we all thank this man as he deserves? This is an historical day for the city. He is the first fully consecrated hero in the times of my father.”
To her exhortation, claps and cheers filled the precinct. After that, Agamemnon decided to put an end to the formalities. There was no way of making it about himself again, so he concluded it. The festivities continued in the banquet hall.
Helen tried to reach her niece so they could do the short walk there together, but her very pleased husband stumbed in their way. Unlike his brother, he was radiant of pride because of the fervent defense that his wife did of him. If he didn’t love Helen, at least he loved how she made him feel.
Agamemnon grabbed his daughter by the wrist before she could escape to their side. Holding hands for the appearances, the started a whispered argument.
“ This is your second mistake in a row. What do i have to do with you?” He reprimanded her.
“ I got away from that shameful situation in the most elegant way, that’s what I’m supposed to do. If i were a man, I would have punched him.” She lied.
“ If you were a man, I wouldn't need him.”
“ Do you think that you would have had your own Hector of Troy if I would have been your baby boy? Quit dreaming, father. This is what you have, I do my best to serve you.“
“ You call this serving me??”
“ Who do you think I was serving when I agreed to bathe him ? Do you think that I enjoyed being degraded into servant work for him ? ” She fakely complained. ” I hate his petty audacious attitude as much as you do, but I stand him because it is what I have to do. You don’t know how hard I’m trying for you.”
She released herself from his grab.
The banquet involved less tension because the informal ambient demanded less interaction between them. She had to sit next to her father and keep with the good behaviour but the distractions kept him too busy to keep bothering her. She remained silent most of the time, but she didn't mind.
Achilles and Ajax were the centre of attention. They had a toast in their honor and people started doing them all sorts of questions. Ajax looked a bit upset because the myrmidon stole what he perceived as his chance to get major glory. He was doing a relatively good act pretending not to care about Achilles's decisive role in the victory and she felt a bit bad for him. One of her very short interventions on the talking was an attempt to validate him, but Agamemnon used her comment as a startpoint for malicious comparisons against Achilles. Using his massive amount of knowledge on heroic tales, Patroclus solved the situation. He did a magnificent defense of both heroes, talking about the complementary balance of their best traits with examples of some of their past feats. His eloquence was impressive for someone of his age, as it was his audacity to argue with the king.
Helen was having the time of her life just by witnessing how Menelaus's nervousness was growing at every instant. It was very strange for her to see him like that, fearing that anything could trigger a suspicious response from his brother. He was having a small sample of the life of lies he forced her into and she loved it. The funniest aspect about the situation was that Patroclus maintained a respectful tone the entire time. He was polite in his corrections and Agamemnon would have been the one looking bad if he would have reacted harshly.
While hearing their argument, Achilles glanced at the royal ladies for an instant. He noticed a slight change in his cousin's attitude, a rush of confidence that he wasn't expecting him to display at least there. He started suspecting their involvement and it's possible partial influence on him. The women glanced back innocently and the three shared their prideful approbation.
Patroclus's shift on the conversation frustrated the king's intentions of turning one hero against the other. Ajax got his well deserved acknowledgement and the curious boy took his chance to do all sorts of specific questions to him, giving him a moment to shine without entering in disputes with Achilles.
Since her comment started the argument,the young myrmidon tried to engage the princess in his rambling. She wasn't versed in the technical aspects of combat, but she tried to remain as a curious listener. Ajax's point, supported by the boy, was to affirm that he was the strongest man in Greece while Achilles was the fastest. He was trying to impress his listeners with less known anecdotes referring to that quality. Achilles didn't bother in refuting him and he barely paid attention because he was amusing himself by subtly ruining the girl's focus on whatever he was telling. Imperceptible gestures, smirks or just staring at her for longer than necessary were enough to achieve it. Staying concentrated in the talk was impossible for her, but she managed the situation adecuately.
When the meal concluded and the dancing started, Ajax offered her to join the festivities with him. She declined in favor of staying as Helen's companion. Ereny asked the princess's permission to be released from her daily duties and, once it was given to her, both handmaids got it. They knew that the young girl was going for the myrmidon captain and they wished her good luck.
The queen was left once more to witness how her husband chased the concubines. She didn't love him nor cared for what he did with them, but the blatant display was humiliating. She struggled to keep the appearances of love between them, but he made it harder everyday. The prideful public aspect of his cheating upsetted her because it was an insult to her pride as a woman. Her niece stayed with her, promising her that they would only have to wait until the brothers would leave the room with their respective companies.
She was feeling slightly disencouraged as well. That was a great time to lose herself in the dispersion of people, but there were too many stares following Achilles and she would never get there unnoticed. An insane amount of women were expectantly waiting to be chosen by him for the night. The ladies were competing for his attention, some being less subtle than others. She wasn't jealous, but she didn't want to engage in that game. She never tried to compete for attention and she wasn't sure of wanting to start there.
While she remained in her seat watching the crowd, her mind kept focused on one thought: Achilles seemed to fancy her in some way, but she still didn’t know how. She started fearing about the image he had of her. He described her as cute, he said that her face was adorable. Those were compliments fitting for a sweet girl, not an attractive woman.
She didn't have any certains but, if it was the case, she wished she could prove him wrong. He teased her for a very long while and she wanted revenge, but she was the princess and she couldn't allow herself such behaviour. She urged to show him how perfectly capable of displaying sensuality she was and the first thing that occurred to her was dancing.
She never showed off in public about the full capacity of her skills. Immediately as she got older enough to be allowed to stay late night in festivities, she got enraptured by the dancing of the concubines and she ended up learning to dance from them. She wanted to learn it only for herself, because she loved the graceful aesthetical aspects of the movements and she admired their performances. Her father didn’t allow her to do it but, like almost every other thing bringing joy to her life, she did it behind his back.
It was her secret talent. If she could disguise herself in the group of dancers to participate in their performance, it would be hard to difference her from the actual performers. With that in mind, she started imagining Achilles's reaction if he could see her dancing like that. She wondered if he would feel as teased as he made her feel, if he would acknowledge her womanhood and if he would want her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Helen.
" Do we have to stay like this the entire time?" She complained.
" We have to wait until they leave. It’s the best for now. " The girl replied. " I don't get it. Does he enjoy himself thinking that everyone is watching him cheat on you or what? Anyone would expect that after the devotion you faked he would think it twice and be more discrete but no, there he is... making you look like a fool. "
" I'm thankful to get him away from me. I only wish he could have some decency and keep it private.” The queen confessed. ” I don't deserve this humiliation. I'm a good wife, I do everything he demands of me. All I ask in return is to be respected, at least in public." Her voice was breaking a bit.
“ It’s never enough with them, they only think about themselves. “ the princess reminded. her.” I think we should do the same more often.”
“ What we did classifies as such.”
“ It wasn’t entirely selfish. We saved lifes … and their egos from an historical defeat. I mean a bit of real selfishness. A good payback. ”
“ I just want to be left alone. A lover wouldn’t repair the scars in my pride.”
“Many men would give everything they have for a night with you.” The princess commented to her. “ Do you never feel the need of being desired by a man that you want? “
“ Where did your good judgement go?” Helen mocked her.
“ You know everything about my sentimental life, but we never talk about yours.”
“ What most of those men have to offer is not what I would wish.” The queen explained. “ I have experienced desire. If we are talking about impossible aspirations, I want love.”
“ Why choose? You can have both.”
“ What did I do of you? Are you hearing yourself? Aren’t you the same girl whose goal was to have a nicely arranged marriage planned by herself using political strategy ? ”
“ You don’t want me to give up on love. Why should I let you do it ?
" You know better than anyone why I have to."
" That's not going to happen. My mother was alone, we have each other." the princess remarked. " Look at what we accomplished. We stopped a massacre, made a new friend and I got closer to the man I love, more than I ever thought I would be. "
" I told you, it is too late for me. "
" Helen,I used to think that my feelings for Achilles were a fantasy. I was ready to accept it as a comforting dream and carry on with my life. Thanks to you, I changed my mind. " the girl explained. "You have helped me so much. How can you think that I wouldn't do the same for you? "
" I doubt I would find love in a place like this, but I appreciate your concern. " the queen stated.
" Promise me that, if you do someday, you will let me help instead of giving up."
" We won a battle, dear. Not the war. " Helen clarified.
" We can win many more. " her niece reassured her. " You deserve to be loved and to own your desire."
"To be honest, I feel I’m more aware of what I don’t like in a man than of my actual preferences. I don't know what i like anymore. "
" Don't worry. We have time, i would love to help you to rediscover your taste. If it is not now, we will keep digging into figuring it out."
" It's not wise to get involved with someone that would never be mine. "
" You know what? I think I overcomed that. '' the princess declared. " I don't care anymore. Maybe Achilles will never be mine and so what? I want to be with him, I don't mind how. Perhaps he will never make me his wife and that's fine, I don't need to own him to love him. Love is not only about marriage. If marriage can exist without love, love can exist outside of marriage and you can find it. "
“ You have to tell me now what happened in that excuse of a bathing ceremony.” Helen teased her, encouraged and excited.
The princess tried to explain it to her carefully, watching over her expressions and paranoidly checking for the presence of unwanted listeners. Listening to her cheered Helen up.
“ What are you doing sitting here? “ she reprimanded her.
“ If I’m going to do a move, it has to be safer than this. “ The girl clarified. “ I can’t risk being seen by my father or inspiring gossip.”
“ He could have kissed you right there. “
“ Reason in the form of Hesione stopped me from finding out if he would have .” The princess added. “ I don’t know if i can do it now. Have you seen all those women ready to step on each other's heads for him? I’m not going to do that.“
“ You don’t have to be part of that,you are one step ahead.” Helen stated “ If you want a moment to get things clear. This is it.”
With that, she dragged her up from her seat.
The young ladies mixed themselves in the crowd, trying to have fun on their own. The princess procured not to concentrate in trying to find Achilles and just enjoy herself in the company of her aunt. Helen’s mood improved from the brief downfall it had because she redirected her thoughts. Instead of thinking of the public humiliation brought to her by her husband’s behaviour, she focused on the victory over him that she got. She humiliated him indirectly, her actions caused a situation that made him feel like an idiot in front of his brother. Some justice was served that time and she was able to celebrate. It was a small triumph, but just thinking about that made her start laughing without an apparent reason. The sudden boost in her joyful mood started to manifest in her dancing.
The queen’s grace was famous, but Helen never looked prettier as she did when she was really happy. She irradiated her emotions and the ambient felt renewed around her. Bright of happiness, she started dancing right in front of the musicians and the magnetic effect of her approach made them play the same song for longer, just so she wouldn’t leave. The percussionist was jaw dropping with her and even the princess was impressed by how obvious he was.
He was bewitched, but not in a lustfull way. The handsome young man was worshipping Helen with his music and she started responding with her dancing straightly to him. Since she realized that her niece was right next to her evaluating the situation, she encouraged her to follow her moves instead of teasing them with stares. Then, both girls found themselves dancing for the musicians and letting themselves go to the beat of their music.
Unlike the queen, the princess tried to keep her moves as chaste and cheerful as possible. Still, forgetting all her concerns to the sound of the music almost ruined her intentions . The fastening of the beat betrayed her for an instant and some very inappropriate hip flicks she did under the influence of the stimulation around her impressed her dancing companion. She isolated the movement of her hips to the rhythm of the song with a great synchrony. Sharp hip flicks combined with contractions of the lower belly creating a single circled swing. Cheering from the crew of artists made her realize of how she let herself go completely and she calmed down, going back to her usual style.
It was too late, Helen was too curious to let it go. Once the song ended, she had to abandon her admiror. Then, she started questioning her.
“ What was that?? It was incredible! “ She complimented her.
“ Sorry. The beat was great and you were pushing me in the wrong direction.”
“ When were you going to tell me about this?” The queen recriminated her.
“ Our mystery is solved. I think you are into pretty boys worshipping you with respect. Sweet admiration, not those looks of when you know that the man is mentally undressing you.” The princess teased her to avoid the topic.
“ Don’t try to get away from this. “ Helen teased back. “ You have to teach me that.”
“ I lost control, I wasn’t supposed to do that here .” the princess excused herself.
“ You will explain to me later where that came from, now I want to learn how to move my hips like that.”
“ We all have our unique ways of expression. You have your makeup skills, I have this.” the girl joked. “ I didn’t mean to hide it from you, the occasion to show you never presented. “
“ It presented itself now.” Helen rectified. “ We have music and a proper space. “
She was reluctant, but agreed.
“ Only because it’s you who is asking. I owe you too much to say no.” She admitted. “ This is absolutely inappropriate so i will only show you hip moves. For a proper lesson, I need secrecy."
“ Forget protocols, we are having fun.” Helen encouraged her.
Her niece took the position of instructor and decomposed the otherwise integrated steps of the movement so Helen could learn it and copy it. Very slow like at first, the queen achieved it with great enthusiasm. The princess oriented her into repeating it a few times before trying to find a pace with the rhythm. She guided her into picking that pace and, soon, both were dancing at a matching tempo. Helen looked bright with happiness.
" I don't want to brag, but this makes me feel beautiful." she joked.
" It's not very lady-like, but it's fun." her niece replied.
They were being happy with themselves, not caring about anything else. The relegated corner of the place they picked as their fun zone wasn't the safest spot to feel some freedom, but it was the best they had. For once, they ignored the certain chances of attracting stares, the perceptions and everything that tied them. The princess showed the queen two more combinations of hip movements. They were trying hip locks to the sides when a sudden but partially expected intromision ruined their bubble of concentration.
" Watch out, princess. Those moves look so sharp that you could have cutted me with your hips." Achilles told the mycenaean as he passed by right next to her.
The sound of his voice was enough to make her jolt and she lost herself to it, immediately stopping what she was doing.
" I’m glad to see you having fun. I tought you weren't going to get up. " Patroclus cheerfully saluted them, appearing right after him.
Both ladies at once responded to his greetings.
" What are you doing over here?" Helen inquired. " We saw you dancing right in the center with some girls a while ago. You are doing great."
" To be fair, most only looked at me because I'm standing next to him." the boy admitted. " When we came nobody cared but now everyone does because they found out I'm the cousin of Achilles."
" I'm doomed to always being the daughter of Agamemnon, very few people care beyond that." the princess commented. " I treasure those and don't mind for the rest. "
" Don't worry. You will make a name for yourself soon and that will end." Helen added. " Younger noble girls from big cities can be like that but growing up makes them wiser. In a few years, you will start to be seen as yourself and they will adore you. "
Achilles was impressed by the soft naturality of their interactions. They were comforting him as close friends. He kept listening to their conversation.
" It's fine, It doesn't affect me that much. " Patroclus tried to explain himself better. " In fact, I'm hiding from your husband."
To the mention of him, Helen looked exasperated.
" What has he done now?"
" He was talking with Achilles and I was there with them. " the boy started telling them. " He must be too drunk to care about being too friendly. He started saying nice things about me and ended up offering me a woman. "
Helen got second hand embarrassment.
" I'm sorry, darling. Did he make you feel uncomfortable?"
" He said some stupid thing about how he had her before and she was perfect to make me a man. It was disgusting."
" That's the House of Atreus at it's best. Imagine them at their worst. " the princess added. " Ignore him, Pat. You may be too young, but are already a better man than him."
" I have faith in you." Helen emphasized. " I think you 'll be a great hero because your morals match your potential as a warrior. You will make us all proud."
" We love you. " the princess concluded. " Keep ignoring anything you hear from him or my father. They think they know better than everyone else but they are the worst combination of cruel and stupid. "
" I leave him with you just once and you are already pampering and overprotecting him?” Achilles commented, his mocking hiding a shade of happiness. " He knows that Menelaus is not a good example of what truly means to be a man. "
" He has you. " the queen complimented him. " You aren't perfect, but you are guiding him right. It doesn't matter how many battles you win. To me, he reflects the best of you. "
Patroclus smiled at her. Helen's praise impacted him in a positive way.
" She wasn't a strong supporter of you." The princess clarified. " Her opinion changed after meeting him."
" Spending so much time with people who love you changes the perspective. " The queen hinted, indirectly including her niece in the affirmation." I used to think you were a cold, emotionless man with no care for anything. Your bond with Patroclus is only one of many proofs of how wrong I was. I commited with you the same mistake everyone does with me: I judged you by what you appear to be. "
" Good, It's mutual." Achilles simply replied. " You are stronger than what I thought you could be. I started to see it in all the stories that your niece has told me about your shenanigans. I like you a lot more thanks to her."
" It's the first time ever when somebody likes me first. In Sparta, you will be addressed as Patroclus's cousin." the boy added, mocking him with pride.
" Seeing you again in my lands would bring me great joy. '' Helen stated." I hope that this shameful experience with Menelaus didn't scare you away."
" Don't worry, queen. " Achilles reassured her. "If you are guilty of anything, is of cherishing so much that he doesn't want to leave your side."
" I have new friends that like me for me. Get over it. " his little cousin kept joking.
" I celebrate it. They are a good influence for you. " Achilles replicated." Today you humiliated a king for the first time and you did it so cleverly that he couldn't find a way to argue. Agamemnon, of all kings. I can't be more proud. "
" He deserved it. He was trying to create spite between you and Ajax. That's low, even for someone like him. '' Patroclus explained.
" Thanks for helping me there. If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have stopped until offending one using the other." The princess told him." Not so long before he used to say that Ajax was a brute fool from an insignificant kingdom, now he wants to make him the next Hercules. He is desperate, he wants so badly to get rid of your cousin that he is willing to accept any other who would obey him.``
" I feel bad for any contestant in the army aspiring to get the same glorification he has." the boy affirmed. " Achilles has you, that's a great advantage. They will never make it."
The princess laughed softly, glancing at the warrior.
Achilles's gaze followed hers, in complicity.
" You are the queen's favourite, you will run with the same advantage. "
" The bright daughter of the highest commander designs political strategies for you… All the rest are doomed."
" You are so sweet!" the princess thanked him.
" I don't see why not pointing it out. "
" Agamemnon is too foolish to see it, but you think like a politician." Helen told her.
" What's greatly convenient, because having to stand polítical tangles is what Achilles hates the most about his work. " Patroclus insisted.
" Odysseus had helped him with that countless times. " the young lady reminded him.
" He is a king, his polítical work is for his own benefit." Helen remarked. " I know they are good friends, but the goal of Odysseus's work is not to raise him up above all the heroes."
" His competence has no chance because now he has you aligned with him and working with his interests. Honestly? I think that's a bit unfair." Patroclus concluded.
" They must have their own tricks." Achilles defended himself. " I guess she is mine now."
" We shouldn't be discussing this here. " the princess warned them. " Can we bring up something else ? This is a party, we are supposed to talk trivial things. "
" Where did you learn to dance? " Helen asked, pretending to be innocently curious.
" Seriously??"
" It is a trivial topic. " the queen remarked before explaining herself to the recently arrived men. " What you just saw was me attempting to learn some incredible moves I saw her doing. I had no idea, it was a total surprise and I'm very curious."
" The story behind it is not as interesting as you think it is." the princess clarified.
" When she says that, assume the opposite." Achilles mocked her.
" I have been secretly involved in dance practices of the palace's concubines for years. I don't like to show it at parties because it is something I learned for my own gratification and my father is not supposed to find out. " She confessed " Helen looks so happy, she inspired me to relax and I forgot were I was."
" Wait, are you a dancer? That explains a lot of things. " Patroclus commented, impressed. " I wrecked you when we were trying to teach you self defense but I noticed that you have some flexibility. "
" It's nothing compared with what it requires to be a fighter. '' the princess corrected him. " Being more specific, I'm not a dancer because it's not my occupation. I learned from actual dancers and I practice for fun. It's very liberating for me, a great pastime during the absences of my father. "
" How is it that we keep discovering secrets of yours? " Achilles asked.
" You are one of the few who know me as i am. " she tried to explain herself. " I discovered my fascination with dancing right after I started being allowed to stay all the way during parties. I saw a performance and I knew then that I wanted to do that. I wasn't paying attention to the lustful men around the dancers, I loved their movements. Men may see it only as their entertainment, but the dance looks like a celebration of femminity. I wanted that."
" How did you do it?" Helen insisted.
" It took some time. " She started telling. " When Agamemnon saw me following the girls at a gathering because I was trying to learn from them he was scandalized. He forbade it to me, he said that dancers were whores and no daughter of his was going to humiliate him behaving like a whore. He tried to make it up for me by sending me to the temple of Artemis to dance with the priestesses."
" Of course, you had to learn from the virgins. How would you dare to question his expectations? " Helen joked, sarcastically following the line of the reasonament.
" It wasn’t my wish, I did it because he said it. Dancing like a priestess was not what I wanted.” the princess kept explaining “ I went to the temple, behaved well, learned what they wanted to teach me and worshipped the goddess in the ritual dances. The priestesses liked me and my father started bragging about how his girl was so pure that the temple of the virgin goddess wanted her."
" He didn't let them have you because he needs grandchildren if he wants his bloodline to continue. " Patroclus guessed.
" I wouldn't have joined them. I honor the gods and sometimes i pray, but i never felt loved by any of them. I respect the dedication of their priestesses, they find fullfilment in serving them. It's not for me, I never felt the mistic call. " She commented. “I did what I was sent to do, I was respectful and that was the end of it. It didn't erase my original interest for the profane dances as Agamemnon thought it would."
Helen laughed briefly. It was always funny to hear examples of the complete ignorance about the sensibilities of women that the Atrides had.
" I waited until his next absence and I went to learn with the concubines of the palace. " The princess kept explaining. " They are not used to being respected by ladies. When I told them that I admired their dancing and I wanted to learn from them they didn't know what to say. It must have impacted them, because they agreed to instruct me in secret. That's how I learned. I keep joining their practices when I can. It helps me to relieve tension and it is my secret way of self expression."
" You managed to make yourself be equally liked by temple maidens and palace dancers? You are a true politician, even outside of politics." Achilles pointed out.
His comment made her smile.
“ Now that I think about it, It is the first time I see you dancing. I didn’t have the pleasure at the wedding party.” He reminded her.
“ I didn’t dance much that time and, certainly, not as i like to when I’m not being watched.” She replied.” This was an accident, Helen was flirting with one of the musicians and the ambient inspired me to lose control.”
“ I wasn’t flirting, I was dancing to his interpretation.” The queen defended herself.
“ You don’t need excuses with us. If you want me to kill your husband, just make a sign.” Achilles joked.
Helen laughed more than what she should have.
“ She is thinking about it!” Patroclus added, cracking of laughter.
“ It is not worthy to ruin your reputation for it, but thanks for the offer.”
“ It can be an accident in the middle of a battle. We can say that he got in the way of my spear.”
The princess laughed harder then.
“ See? She gets me.” The warrior commented.
“ It’s the same kind of grim joke I would have made.” She explained, still laughing.
They shared glances, looking deeply into each other’s eyes for an instant.
“ Do you want to dance with me?” Achilles offered her. “ We couldn’t last time and you are making me curious..”
She took his hand as a sign of approval, smiling with delight.
“ You can dance with me, Helen.” Patroclus playfully added, remarking how they seemed to have forgotten of them.
Helen grabbed his hand and both were laughing,
They walked following the intensity of the music’s sound with the intention of finding the group of musicians again. When they resumed dancing the princess stopped caring about anything else but her partner. It was reciprocal, because Achilles couldn’t take his eyes off her. Remembering some of the wild thoughts she have had before, she unveiled her sensuality for him within her dancing. Her movements were like a soft tease implying that there was so much more that she could be showing to him if the show would have been private. Her hips, waist and chest were the areas of her body that the moves highlighted. Combined with the graceful gesticulation of her hands and arms, it was a very appealing sight.
She knew that he wasn't able to touch her more than what would look necessary because of the context and she was using it at her advantage. Still, since he wasn't able to express himself with actions, he did it with words.
In a particular moment, when he ended up behind her while she was doing torso undulations, he got a chance to grab her hips and whisper close to her ear.
" You should have done this in Phthia, behind closed gates."
They were so close that he was able to smell the scent of her hair.
" It wasn't the right time, but if you invite me back i can take my dancer suit for a private performance." Was her tempting reply. " I have one, you know? My friends helped me to make it."
" I don't think I would let you go after that."
She was melting, her heart was throbbing and her head racing with thoughts of him. However, she did her best to keep going as before because she needed to feel sure of being a woman in his eyes.
While his hands were still on her hips, she changed the move and started doing internal hip circles. The sharp motion, first of her right hip and then the left, incited him to pull away one hand at the time, following the rhythm of her every action. The roundness of the hip rotation made her push her butt slightly against him in a movement that looked accidental but didn't feel as such.
She put some distance between them, enough to spin around and face him again. The song ended shortly afterwards.
" Sorry, It was the music. I almost forgot that you were there. " She apologised, faking innocence.
" Some people may be staring ... Don't you care for discretion anymore?" He teased her.
“ Most people here are drunk. They couldn’t care less, I couldn't care less.” She answered. “ Besides, this was pretty discrete compared to what I can actually do.”
“ Why are you doing this? ”
“ Because I want.” She simply admitted. “ You are the only man I ever wanted to dance for, the first one who has me like this.”
It was a strange confession of feelings. Metaphorically disguised, but it was there.
Achilles didn’t answer. Not because he didn’t wish to, he couldn’t do that at the moment. First, because of the context surrounding them but mostly, because it wasn’t a good time to be open with her. He didn’t want her to confound his own growing feelings for her with a rush of lust. He cared deeply for her, it started fast and it took him by surprise. He felt good having her in his life, even when it was at moments. After each of their reunions he felt a bit more infatuated.
Right there, she was making his body crave for hers, but he didn’t want that to be his first response to her affections. He guessed that she was acting so sensually because she wanted to confess herself but didn’t know how. He thought that she must have heard that was the way in which he prefered to be approached, that she had to make herself be wanted for him. He would have lied if he would have denied that he was enjoying it, but he was trying to avoid thinking with his crotch.
She had given him plenty of subtle signs about her feelings before and he never gave her a direct answer, mostly because he didn't find a good moment for it and part of him felt like he couldn't allow himself to do it. He didn’t want her to assume that he only reacted then because he was horny.
He was trying to do better for her, but she didn’t understand it like that at first.
The princess interpreted his silence as rejection. For the sake of her own pride, she pretended not care. She kissed his cheek,smiled at him and went back to Helen’s side. For the rest of the night,she tried to carry on as it never happened. Internally, she felt stupid, but it was the only way she found to overcome it.
She focused again on helping Helen. Acting carelessly, the first thing she did afterwards was to take advantage of a short pause of the music to talk to the man she was sharing glances with as a way to stimulate her to get closer. The princess started by praising his playing and asking his name in front of her and Patroclus. Smiling proudly, he told them to address him as Alexander. The princess didn’t hesitate in starting calling him Alex. He was very respectful, especially of the queen. He expressed his admiration for her in a kind way and didn't attempt anything on her, clearly seeing her as unreachable. Helen seemed to enjoy his harmless attention. In the conversation, they also found out that Patroclus had musical inclinations. Alexander was a percussionist playing Toubeleki and Patroclus made his contribution to the small talk speaking about his experiences learning to play the khitara. Helen was grateful for the care of her friends, both trying to make efforts for her just because they saw her getting along with him. For obvious reasons, the talk was short, but it was a good start.
They lost sight of Achilles and the princess was secretly relieved for it. She was mortified thinking that her attempt of pursuing him ruined everything between them. Over the course of the party, the three stayed together because they were already comfortable enough with each other.
They got involved in trivial talks with many different people. At one moment, they crossed paths again with Ajax while they were waiting for servants to bring them something to drink. The salaminian hero was doing the same and he greeted their encounter. He was a bit tipsy, but he was good company because he was funnier to be around than what most people assumed. The four fooled around together for a while. They were drinking and joking and the princess almost forgot how bad she was feeling, until he reminded her that she still owed him a dance because he was the first one trying to get her away from the table. He was just joking and It wasn’t his fault, so she tried to keep being sweet to him. Her polite reply explained her refusal linking it to his circumstantial state. Avoiding to sound mean, harsh or sarcastic, she promised him that she was going to dance with him the next time she would find him sober. Fortunately, It made him laugh.
He resumed their previous conversation in an infinitely less formal way, saying that he was perfectly fine because he was the strongest man in Greece and the effect of a few drinks weren’t an impediment for him. He told them that he could show them on the spot how he was able to lift both women from the ground at the same time and Helen considered the discussion about his state over, fearing that he would actually try it. She felt relatively comfortable with him and it was a grateful surprise. For such an intimidant looking man, he was very nice and likeable. After sharing some more laughs, she ended up dancing with him.
Their brief encounter cheered the princess up a bit, simply because it was very hard not to laugh with the amount of funny insanity that they came up with. Still, she kept feeling out of place, like if nobody really needed her there. Helen was probably waiting until the end so she could have a longer conversation with the percussionist and Patroclus deserved some time to have fun on his own if he wanted that. She couldn’t help to think that she was ruining the party for them . Openly expressing her wish of not being followed, she excused herself saying that she had enough fun, was too tired and prefered to rest. She hugged her friends, thanking them for their company and wishing them goodnight.
In her walk to her bedroom,the princess speeded up her pace to avoid being disturbed. She didn’t want to be approached by anyone else, wishing to forget about her feelings of shame. She almost reached her destination, but the hold of Achilles's strong arms deviated her in an empty hall.
“I can't deal with this now. " she admitted. " Would you let me go? I will talk to you in the morning"
" If we wait any longer, we will never do it. " He stated, embracing her waist.
" What are you talking about??" She complained.
“ Don’t play the fool now. You can’t try to hide anymore.”
" I know that I ruined everything. "
While hearing her, he seemed slightly confused.
" By now, you must know how I feel for you. '' She explained herself. " I may be good at reading the feelings of others, but I get easily overwhelmed by mines... I have spent my lifetime training myself to suppress them, I don't understand myself sometimes... I wanted you to see me as the woman I am because only then I could make you understand how I feel."
Her explanation made him chuckle for an instant.
" What's so funny ??." She tried to pull away from his contact, but he was obviously stronger than her.
" I see you as a woman, I have always done it. " He replied.
" I know how you act around the women that you like. It is not how you acted with me. "
" Do you think that I don't want you?" A light chuckle escaped from his lips again. " You are so lovely."
" That's it. I'm always the sweet innocent lamb, I can't escape from that. " She complained. " I'm a living, breathing woman with feelings and desires. "
" I'm aware of that. " He reassured her. " That was a very interesting reminder of it, but I know it."
" Then why do you keep ignoring me? " Her voice showed frustration.
" Things between us are not so easy. "
" You know, before you start thinking about it, I have to say that stepping into helping you was a choice I made based on my convictions. " She clarified. " I believe in you, I didn't do it looking for any retributions. Even if you don't correspond my feelings, that wouldn't change anything. I'm still commited to our pact."
" Calm down." He caressed her hair. " Can you stop assuming that I think the worst of you? I don't."
" I don't know what else to do to get a concrete answer from you.” She insisted. “I just want that. I don't mind the outcome. If you don't feel the same, I will respect it. "
Then, he crashed his lips against hers. It was a sweet kiss, intended to serve as a response confessing his affections, but it was charged with the passion of the long craving for it that he also had. She was in such bliss that he felt her body trembling.
He smiled against her lips.
" Are you alright?"
" It’s the longing. " was all she could answer.
“ You didn't have to do anything else to get me. " He clarified. “ I liked you in Sparta, now i think it’s something more than that.”
" I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day we met." She confessed. " I didn't know then that it was going to get that far, but here i am."
.” Odysseus spent half of the way back telling me to stay away from you like a father scaring away a suitor that he dislikes. “ He confessed. “ I did it for a good long while, but you came to me on your own and you dazzled me."
" He doesn't dislike you, you are his friend. " She clarified " He knows of somebody who hates you and he tries to protect me from him. "
" I will never allow that old drunk to hurt you. " He said, in what sounded like a promise.
" Would you steal me from him?" She playfully joked.
" If it's what I have to do to keep you safe, I would."
She kissed him, clinging onto him and refusing to pull away until being breathless. In that act, she condensed years of hidden adoration for him and all her hopes.
Achilles felt it, and he couldn’t help to love her for it.
“ My room is close. “ She offered. “ It’s safer to continue there.”
She giggled and headed first. It wasn't wise of them to be seen getting inside there together, so they had to do it in turns.
The princess arrived first, leaving the door unlocked. Her heart was racing with expectancy. The warrior appeared shortly afterwards, closing the door behind them. Immediately after seeing him, she kissed him again.
" Slow down, lioness." He teased her after she finally pulled away.
" I wish I could." she joked in reply.
" This is what I mean when I say that you are adorable, not that I see you as a cute little girl. " He commented." You are so tender, it gets me."
" Really?" She asked, impressed.
" I love it. " He answered, honestly. " I also loved what you did for me tonight. "
" It didn't look like that. " She pointed out.
" It didn't have to look like that. It was dangerous. " He reminded her. " I like some risk, but you took a pointless one."
" I wanted you to want me and I think it worked."
" You need to know that I don't want you because you did that.” He confessed. “ I want you for you and I want all of you, not just this."
" Then take me." Her proposition sounded like a beg. " I'm ready." She was talking against his lips, holding his hands and pushing them against her body.
" Not tonight, princess." He was teasing her, his cheeky tone got on her nerves.
" Why?? " She complained, her frustration almost made her raise the tone of her voice. “ I want to be with you, I don’t care for anything else. Father will end up selling me for power anyways, It will be the buyer’s problem. ”
" You didn't let me finish." He corrected her. " I'm not going to take you for myself tonight. " He explained as he started to leave a trail of kisses from her jaw in direction to her neck. " But I have many other ways to show you how good you make me feel. "
She gasped and he smiled against her skin.
" The massage was amazing. " He added as he kept descending. " And that dance? You are spoiling me, that’s royal treatment."
" There is nothing I wouldn't do for you."
He stopped for an instant just so he could look at her in the eye, feel the intensity of her love, and kiss her lips once more.
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Triumph
Astrid decides to make a dragon race into a more interesting competition. Takes place somewhere between RTTE Season 5 and HTTYD2. Rating: PG-13 (sexy references).
Written for March of Dragons ‘21. Prompt: Triumphant Flight (Mar 28-30).
Hiccup sprung up as he awoke to the sun streaming through his bedroom window. Out of all the days to oversleep, this one was the worst. It was Dragon Racing Day, and being the three-time champion along with Toothless, he couldn’t afford to miss the festivities.
Scrambling to fasten his metal leg and find his tunic, he heard a familiar laugh behind him, reminding him that he wasn’t alone. Astrid had snuck in through his window before bed, and the two of them had enjoyed some special time together, a sort of preliminary celebration in honor of the upcoming race.
“Good morning to you, too, milady,” he said, turning around to offer a lopsided grin.
“You know, you don’t always have to be in such a rush to get dressed,” she laughed, leaning over to tug on his hand.
Hiccup felt his face grow red. While he and Astrid had been messing around for a few moons now, he couldn’t help but still feel a little shy about being exposed in daylight. She was beautiful; even her scars were perfect. And she had both feet. On the other hand, he still had angry burn marks on his back, a series of small scars on his chest, and of course, a missing leg.
“The dragon race is in an hour,” he insisted. “And we still need to — I need to — wash up, eat breakfast, put my face paint on, put Toothless’ face paint on, do a few warm-up laps…”
“Five more minutes,” Astrid urged, pulling him back into bed and snuggling against his chest, letting out a contented sigh at the feeling of his bare skin on hers.
Hiccup kissed the top of her head. “Fine. Five more minutes. But then we have to get up.”
“Deal.” She draped an arm across his stomach.
“But if I break my winning streak today, it’s your fault.” He tapped the tip of her nose.
“You’re right. Because I’m going to crush you.” Reaching up, Astrid cupped his chin and pressed her lips to his.
“You think so?” He pulled her on top of him and toyed with the hem of her underwear.
“How about we make this interesting?” she suggested, straddling him. “Winner gets first pick on what we do in bed next time.”
“Well, it’s kind of hard to say no when you’re giving me such a lovely view.” He cupped a bare breast in his palm.
“That was kind of the point.” Winking, Astrid settled back against him, well aware of his bulge against her thigh.
Hiccup groaned.
“What, you don’t think you can beat me?” she asked, looking up with a playful gleam in her eye.
“Trust me, milady. I know I can beat you.”
“Then why —”
“I could really use a hand right now, if you get what I mean.” He offered a seductive wink.
Laughing, Astrid slid off the bed and began searching for a towel to wrap up in for her walk to the washroom. “Save it for later, winner,” she teased. Then, with her hand on the doorknob, she asked, “You coming?”
“What?”
“You said we were gonna be late. Save time and have a bath with me.”
Hiccup didn’t need her to ask twice. In an instant, he was out of bed and in a towel, following her to the washroom. Stoick was already out helping Gobber set up for the race, so they didn’t need to worry about anyone seeing them walk down the stairs half-naked, or laugh as they slipped off their underwear and half-climbed, half-stumbled into the tub.
After helping each other wash, they quickly cocooned themselves in their towels again and headed back up to Hiccup’s room, where they dressed and started their face paint.
“Blame Astrid, bud,” Hiccup laughed as Toothless began circling with impatience. “She’s the one who said we didn’t have to rush.”
“Hey, that’s so unfair,” insisted Astrid.
“Unfairly accurate,” Hiccup corrected, running his fingers through his hair before scratching Toothless behind the ears and brushing paint onto his scales. “By the way, you’d better hurry to the stables and get Stormfly before it’s too late.”
“I was thinking you’d give me a lift on Toothless,” she said, tying off the end of her braid.
“Mmm-hmm.” He hurried downstairs and grabbed a slice of buttered bread, then met the Night Fury outside. As they ascended into the air, he caught sight of Astrid running out the door, a look of annoyance on her face.
“You said we should make this interesting!” he called, tossing back a teasing grin. With Astrid not yet ready, and him already starting his warm-ups with Toothless, he was sure to win.
…
“Alright,” Gobber announced as the dragon riders lined up at the starting line. “Ye all know the rules. The rider with the most points at the end of the race is today’s winner.”
Hiccup and Astrid exchanged a flirty glance.
“Ready, set, go!” Gobber blew the horn, and the riders were off.
The first half of the race left Hiccup and Fishlegs tied for first place, with Astrid close behind in second and the twins and Snotlout trailing after her.
“Looks like the choice is mine, huh, milady?” Hiccup winked as he and Toothless flew by Astrid with another sheep.
“Not so fast, Haddock!” Astrid called back.
“Could you two stop flirting?” yelled Snotlout. “We get it, you’re a couple.”
“Could you mind your own business, Snotlout?” Astrid urged Stormfly on and, diving under Toothless’ belly, knocked the Night Fury and his rider off balance, causing Hiccup to drop the sheep he had in his arms.
“Astrid!” he exclaimed, frowning. “What was that for?”
The blonde laughed as Stormfly caught the falling sheep in her mouth. “This is what I call kicking your ass.”
“I’d prefer if you were —” He was about to make a suggestive remark, but stopped himself. While he was fairly certain that the entire island suspected they were intimate, he didn’t want to publicize the matter.
“And that brings Astrid ahead by one point!” Stoick announced.
Astrid shot Hiccup a triumphant smile.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” laughed Hiccup. “Toothless and I still have time to get you!”
“Here we go, dragon riders. Final round!” Gobber shouted. “Ye all know what that means.”
“The black sheep!” Astrid exclaimed. “Come on, Stormfly!”
Hiccup tightened his legs in the saddle and pushed forward. “There we go, bud! There you have it! The black sheep is —”
“Right here!” Laughing, the blonde gestured to the sheep in her lap.
“For the love of Thor, Astrid.”
“Sorry, Haddock.” Shrugging, she tossed the dark-wooled sheep into her basket.
“And there we have it!” called Stoick. “Astrid is the winner!”
Letting out a delighted cheer, Astrid performed a brief, yet triumphant flight on Stormfly before landing beside her boyfriend. “Good game,” she said, holding out a sweaty hand.
“A handshake? Really?” Hiccup frowned.
Astrid smirked. “Don’t worry,” she promised, leaning in close to his ear. “I have plenty more planned for us as soon as we find ourselves a room.”
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I Can’t Handle You Being Back~Chou Tzuyu x black! fem! reader {4}
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Pairing: Tzuyu x reader
Summary: You’re still acting careful around Tzuyu as the both of you start to practice more and grow closer as you both had did five years ago. Your rekindling friendship starts to bloom to something more as you guy's duo performance at JYPEs showcase crawled closer, your feelings start to grow into something more until someone gets in the way.
Word Count: 2, 917
Writer's Note: Chapter 4! I hope yall enjoy and keep the comments coming, I'm glad you're loving the fic. If you have any requests send them my way and if you sent some in I'll get to them soon.
Another music show performance of I Can’t Stop Me drained me for the entire day. We arrived back to the dorms and I collapsed in my bed immediately and groaned while Jeongyeon flopped on right beside me.
“So, how’d I do this time?” I asked with a muffle caused by the pillow.
Jeongyeon nudged her shoulder against me.
“You did amazing as always,” she said. “Now are you really going to stay in bed? It’s not even eight yet.”
“No, no! Y/N the day has just begun!” Sana shouted, jumping onto the other side of the bed, squishing me in between her and Jeongyeon. “We’ve got so much planned!”
I’m able to turn onto my back to meet Sana’s face clouded in over excitement.
“Like what?” I said.
The moment the words leave my mouth, Dahyun and Nayeon strolled into the room with huge grins on their faces.
“We’re all playing games!” Nayeon announced. “Mina’s getting her switch step up now!”
“You got to join us Y/N!” Sana said as she wrapped me in her arms.
“Fine!” I said as I struggled a bit in her grip. “Just let me get up already.”
Jeongyeon’s already on her feet, pushing a giggly Sana playfully while she helps me to my feet.
“So,” I said as the five of us trek down stairs. “What are we playing?”
“Well, I kind of stalked your Instagram again and found your Twitch account,” Sana said, rather innocently with her hands behind her back. “I found that you love Dragon ball fighterZ so I begged Mina to buy it!”
“We both found it Sana,” Nayeon groaned.
They both bicker a bit; Jeongyeon and I met eyes with faces matching in confusion.
“You could have just asked instead of stalked,” I said.
“I know,” Sana said. “I just didn’t know how to ask. I know you’ve been with us for almost a month now, but it’s pretty crazy to have you here after five years.”
Sana’s eyes cut to the floor. Her excited demeanor now replaced with something more reserved and sheepish. I take her hand with a grin before shaking her gently.
“And I’m not going anywhere anytime soon OK?” I declared.
Sana nodded and pulled me into a bear hug before she skipped over to the carpet of the living room where Chaeyoung and Mina sat putting the Switch together.
Tzuyu, Jihyo and Momo sat on the couch facing Mina, Chaeyoung and the television. My eyes landed on Tzuyu, nothing but a smile spreads across her face. It’s not huge or anything, yet I still don’t know how to act around her. She defended me a few nights ago, not only in front of Onces but the entire world: it set the entire internet a blaze. Of course the loyal Onces stayed true and cheered Tzuyu and I on in helpful ways. (There are some that are already shipping us and dubbing us “Rush Hour line” due to whatever reasons, even though Tzuyu’s not from China and---they got the spirit but it’s still tone deaf and a bit racist on both of our parts.)
Then of course the netizens had their take on it, but I don’t pay attention to them that much anymore.
“You could sit here if you want, Y/N,” Jihyo said as she gestured to the spot between her and Tzuyu.
Tzuyu nodded, solidifying my decision as I take the seat.
Nayeon sat beside Momo and purposely covered the gap of space between her and Jihyo while eyeing Jeongyeon.
“Oh, Jeongyeon no more room,” Nayeon said. “Guess you’ll have to sit in my lap.”
Jeongyeon shook her head, yet the redness of her cheeks remained. She slapped Nayeon’s arm.
“Quit playing,” she whined, then whispered something to Nayeon, who moved her arms immediately and smirked.
I look between Jihyo and Tzuyu, trying to ask what’s the deal between those two. Jihyo caught on as she leaned in towards me with a giggle.
“They’ve somewhat had a thing since pre debut,” she explained. “They love each other to death, but it’s really complicated at times.”
“Oh, makes a lot of sense,” I whispered.
The living room filled with the opening music to Dragon Ball FighterZ blasting around us.
“All right!” Chaeyoung announced as she hopped up. “Who’s ready for the greatest tournament the world will never witness?”
“Why would it be never Chae?” Tzuyu asked with a snicker.
“Because we aren’t playing it for Time to Twice or V live or anything,” Chaeyoung said. “Unless you guys want to.”
A collective unit of no’s came from everyone.
“Week got a week off before that stupid KBS JYP special we have to rehearse for,” Nayeon groaned. “I need time off from the cameras and time to get drunk.”
She rose to her feet, and disappeared in the kitchen.
“Grab me and beer too!” Jeongyeon called.
“Are you guys even playing?” I asked.
“Nope,” Nayeon and Jeongyeon said in unison as they each cracked open their beers respectfully.
“What about the rest of you?” I said. “I know Sana happened to spur this on during the last minute.”
“Oh I’m defiantly playing,” Chaeyoung said as she wrapped her arms around Mina. “Mina is too, right babe?”
Mina giggled and nodded.
“I’ve been playing since the game dropped, but I only played it with my brother back in Japan so I haven’t tried it out on Switch yet,” Mina explained. “Playing on camera won’t be a bad idea for future uploads for Once.”
“I’m playing too!” Sana said with a grin. “What about you Dubu?”
Dahyun shook her head.
“Nope, I think I’ll kick back, and cheer you on as much as I can,” Dahyun said as Sana wrapped her arms around her.
“I’ll sit this out too,” Jihyo said. “It’ll be interesting to see how long Nayeon and Jeongyeon stay sober this time.”
Nayeon gives Jihyo the finger; Jihyo pushed her playfully and I turn to Tzuyu, who’s eyes were on me then averted to the TV.
“You playing too?” I asked, while trying not to seem like I caught her wondering eyes.
Tzuyu shrugged.
“Why not?” she said. “As long as I can play against Chae first.”
Chaeyoung let out a roar.
“You’re on Tzu!”
***
A few hours crawled past: Dragon Ball FighterZ night escalated with Mina and I going up against each other with a tied set. It’s 3 to 3, this game would settle. Sana, Jihyo and Tzuyu huddled up behind me while Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Momo rallied behind Mina; Jeongyeon and Nayeon were slumped on the couch, cheering us both on when they could.
“C’mon babe, you got this!” Chaeyoung shouted.
I bit down on my lip as Mina zoned out my final character, Goku with her own, Vegeta. This was not only a stressful, but the final fight was reflective of Goku and Vegeta’s rivalry that ran deep in the anime. My heart pounded in my ears as the time of the round continued to slip by as I waited for any mistake. Mina didn’t yield as she fired the energy blasts my way. I blocked every one, even through Chaeyoung’s insistent cheering. My hands started to twitch and I took a deep breath.
“You got it Y/N! Just focus!”
My body jolted at who shouted just as loud as Chaeyoung: Tzuyu.
I moved, jumped over Mina’s blasts and then she vanished. Vegeta appeared behind Goku, aiming to make the finishing blow. My finger almost slipped from the analog stick, but I blocked and reflected the hits Mina tried. There’s the opening I needed! I struck. Getting Vegeta up in a simple combo and ending it with a level 1 special move to ensure victory.
“Nooooooo!” Chaeyoung groaned.
“Damn,” Mina said. “Great stuff Y/N. Good games.”
We shook hands, then giggled it off with a tight hug.
“Great job Y/N!” Jihyo cheered as both she and Sana took me a bear hug.
I melted into them, even allowing Sana to kiss my cheek before she pulled back with a chuckle. Jihyo kept her arms around me however, and whispered a quick ‘I’m so proud of you’ before slinging off to deal with Jeongyeon and Nayeon. They’re already asleep: Jeongyeon’s head laid on Nayeon’s chest as they snored softly.
“Can someone help me get these two to bed?” Jihyo asked.
Mina, Sana and Chaeyoung helped upon request as a confused Nayeon grumbled over who won.
“Congrats Y/N!” Nayeon shouted with a smile.
I mumbled a thank you and watched everyone file out the living room. All except Tzuyu, who took my hand--and I froze. My heart pounded yet again, proof that I’m still alive and Tzuyu hasn’t crushed me. Dahyun caught my gaze, then threw a wink my way as she left the room arm in arm with Momo. I’m not even going to ask what they’ve got going on. It’s complicated and I’ll figure out with time.
“I knew you could win,” Tzuyu said. “I doubted it a lot since Mina’s so good.”
I shivered as she walked around to face me; she looked nervous too.
“You sure you believed in me till the end?” I asked.
Tzuyu nodded sharply.
“You have this face where your entire body goes still and you just become sharper,” she explained. “You look pretty--ah! Pretty lame when it happens.”
Tzuyu’s face grew red; I scratched my arm in embarrassment. Maybe this is real after all. Still same Tzuyu being sly when giving a compliment.
“Yeah, and it was totally lame cheering me on right?” I countered.
Tzuyu shrugged and turned away.
“I-I should let you go rest,” I said. “Pretty long day, right?”
Her head whipped back to me, the red color in her face left.
“I-I wasn’t going to yet,” she said. “Um, is it OK if we talk? I-It’s about our KBS performances in a few weeks.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course,” I said.
Tzuyu let go of my hand and gestured to the couch. We sat, giving us enough space between but not as much as we gave a dew weeks prior. This is the first moment we’re alone, no other members or managers among us. Just Y/N and Tzuyu. I can’t help but think back to five years ago: how exhausted we were in the JYP dance rooms at 5 a.m. as sweat clung to us. We didn’t care though; the smiles continued even through the hardships until--
“Y/N,” Tzuyu said. “Are you all right?”
I met her confused gaze and I couldn’t help but think back to the days of Sixteen, my elimination and eventually her own elimination. The tears that she shed, begging me to stay on Korea and breaking her heart by saying no.
I shook my head at her question.
“What about you? Tzuyu?” I asked. “You were right about before, I have no idea how much I hurt you while leaving.”
“Y/N--”
“I’m so sorry Tzuyu,” I said cutting her off.
Tzuyu destroyed the space between us and hugged me flush to her, shocking me in the process.
“I’m sorry too,” she whispered. “I frightened you, didn’t I? You’re back now, that’s all I ever wanted was my best friend back.”
Her voice shook. A hint of tears threatened to spill but I pulled back to cup her face. Our eyes met again, even through the emotion that clouded and covered her face, she still looked beautiful. She leaned in, making my heart pump faster and faster.
“Your heart is so loud,” Tzuyu said with a giggle.
I inhaled as she pressed a firm kiss to my forehead.
“I-It’s just excited to know we’re on good terms, right?” I said.
“Yes,” Tzuyu groaned. “What else do I have to do to prove it to you?”
Her question made me blush a bit at how close she once was. Tzuyu must have picked up on it as her face grew red.
“You don’t have to do anything else,” I let out quickly as I grabbed her hand. “Well, you could help me brainstorm what we could do for our KBS performance.”
Tzuyu nodded, her face brightened up.
“Yeah! Well, Momo unnie is doing a solo so that leaves the nine of us. I think Chaeyoung, Dahyun and Sana are doing a set. We could pair up together if that’s OK,” she suggested.
I nodded as Tzuyu rubbed her thumb over the back of my hand.
“Yeah, we should pick a song. What about something from Rihanna,” I said.
Tzuyu chuckled as a wistful look overtook her face.
“Oh gosh, do you remember our performance on Sixteen? What song was it?” she asked.
“Oh my God, I remember!” I said. “We were too young to be dancing to S&M anyway!”
Tzuyu fell into a fit of laughter that I thought I wouldn’t have been able to see ever again. It’s like she said, we’re best friends again and I can’t help but feel like I can’t function from all the excitement bubbling up inside.
“Would you want to do that song again?” she asked.
“Not really--”
I was cut off by a yawn that forced itself abruptly.
“We’ve got plenty of time,” Tzuyu said as she stood. “You need to rest.”
“So do you,” I said as she took my hand and led us up stairs.
The door to Jeongyeon, Momo and I’s room was shut, so I had to be a bit careful of stepping in to not awaken them.
“Well, thank you for believing in me,” I whispered. “And becoming my best friend again.”
Tzuyu only nodded and brought me into her arms again. I hugged back, burying my head against her chest. She had hints of perfume from earlier, along with the warmth that she always carried whenever I needed her. Now she’s back and I didn’t need to worry anymore; I could breathe around her. I relaxed in her arms so much so that I didn’t want to let go; Tzuyu didn’t either as she gently rubbed my back.
“You sure you’re all right?” Tzuyu whispered, the sensation of her words warming my chest.
She pulled back to examine me, her arms not yet leaving my back.
“Y-Yeah, I just miss your hugs is all.”
Tzuyu smiled, kissed my forehead and squeezed me tightly again before letting me go.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight,” I said, leaning the frame of the door until she disappeared in her own room.
I did the same, albeit, carefully in case Jeongyeon and Momo were asleep. My hunch was right: Jeongyeon was snoring softly on her bed and Momo laying on her own while scrolling through her phone.
“So, did you kiss her goodnight?” Momo teased.
My breath caught in my throat even at the mere thought.
“N-No, “ I stammered. “We hugged. W-We’re friends.”
Momo shrugged.
“So were Mina and Chae and now look at them.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered as I got in my own bed. my mind still on how warm Tzuyu felt.
We just got back to being friends again, but I couldn’t help but think about how it would be if I did kiss her. No, she’s my band-mate. I can’t think like that, not anymore.
***
Morning arrived quickly, even through the nonexistent dreams I still thought of Tzuyu and Momo’s words. Maybe I should talk to Jihyo about how Mina and Chaeyoung happened, even with Nayeon and Jeongyeon’s situation there had to be some agreement between the other members.
I waited until one groggy and hungover Jeongyeon rolled out of bed to help with breakfast, and for Momo to slunk behind her groaning about food. I shot a text to Jihyo for her to meet me here to talk privately. A knock soon came, forcing me to sit up and take a deep breath.
“You can come in!”
Jihyo entered with a toothy grin and a sigh.
“Sorry, I had to make sure Momo didn’t take all the food again,” she said as she sat beside me on the bed. “What’s up? Are you holding up OK?”
I nodded sharply; Jihyo noticed the nervousness and slid close to put an arm around me.
“Breathe Y/N,” Jihyo reassured. “We didn’t overwhelm you yesterday, did we?”
“No, of course not. It was really fun!”
“Yeah?” Jihyo said as she squeezed me gently. “What about the other members?”
“Ah, about that!” I said. “It’s about a member uh, Tzuyu.”
Jihyo nodded. The smile dropping from her face.
“She hasn’t been giving you hard time, has she?”
“N-No, actually the opposite,” I said. “She’s been really cool. So cool in fact that I-I- our friendship picked up right where it left off five years ago. Jihyo I think I might like Tzuyu. Like her in a romantic way.”
Jihyo nodded throughout every word, but stopped once I finished.
“Yeah, I had a feeling,” Jihyo said. “She always had eyes for you only, you should have seen her whenever you sung or performed five years ago. Saying she was mesmerized would be too simple.”
My face grew hot.
Really? I saw pieces of it last night, but to this level?
“Nothing’s simple with any of us, is there?” Jihyo asked. “That’s why I’m going to let you do what you think is right as long as it doesn’t hurt either of you emotional, physically or harm your public image. However, I do have to let you know one thing before you let Tzuyu know anything.”
“W-What’s that Jihyo?” I asked.
“I like you too.”
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