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tommiruewrites · 2 years

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hey! can i request a fluff blurb or oneshot with ronald weasley where reader is super outgoing and ron is really nervous to ask them out? they/them pronouns please and I'm in hufflepuff <3

✩ pairing(s) - Ron Weasley x hufflepuff!reader ✩ status - pining ✩ requested? - yes ✩ prompt(s) - none ✩ summary - Ron has been trying to ask you out, but can't seem to get out the right words around you ✩ tw/cw - absolute fluff, they/them pronouns ✩ word count - 1.7k ✩ a/n - here you go! ngl this isn't the best thing i've written, but hope this matches what you had in mind. enjoy <333

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"Just go talk to them."

"They won't bite you, Ron." Hermione says dryly, the only one actually studying on their "study date"

Ron nervously looks around from where he's sitting by the black lake with Harry and Hermione, spotting you and your friends laughing and talking under a patch of trees.

"I'm not scared to talk to them, I just think I should play hard to get. So, I don't seem desperate." Ron defends, unsuccessfully hiding his nerves.

Hermione rolls her eyes, still never moving her attention away from her studies, "You are desperate."

Harry decides to chime in, smirking at his friend's obvious nerves, "Yeah, hate to break it to you mate, but you can't play hard to get with someone who isn't in the game."

"Speaking of games, we still on for quidditch practice tonight?", he adds, trying to deflect the conversation, again, unsuccessfully.

"Talk to them.", Harry interrupts, "Their right there, now's your chance!"

To be fair, this was not the first chance Ron had to talk to you. In fact, he's tried to ask you out multiple times in the past few months, but something always got in the way.

2 MONTHS AGO

You and your friend walk into the potion's classroom, sitting next to each other in your usual seats. Other students pile in as the room fills up, you and your friend talking about the upcoming defense against dark arts assignment.

"Quiet." Snape commands as he enters the room, heading to the front of the class. He goes on to talk about the next assignment, going over ingredients, directions, and any other necessary steps. You take notes on every detail, trying your best to keep up with his words.

"This assignment will be completed in pairs-"

You and your friend immediately look at each other.

"-which I will be assigning you."

Your smiles drop, and several students in the room groan in complaint, causing stern looks from the professor to be thrown their direction.

He calls out pair after pair, students rearranging themselves accordingly. This goes on for a while until you finally hear your name followed by "Weasley". You look over to the other side of the room to see the redhead already looking at you. You offer a small smile and make your way over to him.

It's not like you don't know who he is. You've seen him around the grounds and in some of your classes. You have even talked to him briefly a few times in passing, but nothing more than a simple "good morning", or "excuse me". You had never actually had a full conversation with him or even properly introduced yourself. Although, you must admit, you have always thought him pretty cute and find his personality, or what you've gathered from your short encounters, quite endearing. You're pleased that you got him to work with, as you've always liked making new friends and hope that this is an opportunity to do so.

You set your notes on the table next to him, taking your new seat. "Hello! Ronald, is it?", you quietly ask.

"Uh, yeah, it's Ron." He quietly mutters, not quite meeting eye contact.

You smile at him, offering your hand and your name to finally introduce yourselves fully. "Let's get started."

The two of you work on the project. You read off of your notes and give him the proper instructions while he makes sure to follow them exactly. At first, he didn't talk much, but after a few jokes from you the two of you were talking with ease. You even caught yourself laughing occasionally at Ron's stupid puns about every ingredient you listed, which Ron was very proud of. You completed the assignment with flying colors.

You celebrate the success with a high-five, laughing after almost missing each other's hand.

"So," Ron starts, dropping eye contact again, "would you mind helping me with- well what I mean is- usually Hermione does, but she can't, so I was wondering-"

"Class dismissed. Get out." Snape booms over the whispered chatter of students.

You start grabbing your things and shoving them in your back, "What were you asking?"

"Oh, nothing, never mind." He says quickly before grabbing his bag and hurrying out of the room before you could say anything more.

You could clearly tell that Ron's a bit awkward, so you didn't find his behavior strange or rude, but instead hoped to talk to him again in the future. You met back up with your friend and walked to the next class.

1 MONTH AGO

You run through the halls, late for meeting your friend to study in the library. You turn a corner and collide firmly with something, or someone, causing you to fall to the ground and all of your books and notes to fall out of your bag.

"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" you hear a familiar voice ask.

You open your eyes to see Ron standing over you, helping you off the floor. You start laughing at the embarrassing situation. "No need to apologize, I was the one who ran straight into you." you assure him with a bright smile. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, I'm fine."

"Good."

Ron looks down at your scattered belongings all over the floor, "Let me help.", he says without waiting for a reply as he starts to collect your things.

The two of you shove everything back into your bag. His hand brushes over yours as you go to grab your last page of notes, causing him to flush and pull away quickly. You frown slightly at the action, taking it to mean that he didn't have any interest in you, but of course, you missed the way his heartrate picked up at the slight contact.

He rises to his feet in a slightly more flustered state, handing the paper back to you.

"Thank you."

You shove it back in your bag, offering a tight-lipped smile.

Ron opens his mouth to speak but his throat goes dry, not letting any words leave his mouth.

"I'd better go before my friend kills me.", you joke, "See you around, Weasley."

What you didn't see was Ron mentally scolding himself for being such an idiot, "Yeah, good one Ron, you're real smooth."

3 DAYS AGO

"Ronald Weasley! You've been dozing off into the abyss for the past ten minutes. Would you pay attention." Hermione scolds.

Ron jolts up, looking over at her and returning his focus to her lecture on Herbology. It doesn't take long for his gaze to wander off again.

Hermione stops talking when she notices, causing Harry to stop writing his notes. Hermione follows Ron's eyeline, and Harry follows suit, both landing on you. "Oh, so that's why you're so distracted. Well just go talk to them then, if you're just going to waste my time sitting here gawking." Hermione offers bluntly.

Ron's head whips towards the brunette, "What? I'm not gawking at anyone."

"You could practically see hearts in your eyes." Harry, ever the romantic, says with a large smile at finding out his best friend has a crush.

Ron scoffs as a small blush creeps onto his face, sinking into his seat, "That's ridiculous, I barley even know them."

"Would you just go over there already?" Harry asks, more excited about the situation than anyone.

"No need," Hermione interrupts, "they're coming over here now."

Ron's eyes widen as he shuffles to sit up straight, fixing his wrinkled robes.

"Hey!" you beam as you approach their table, "sorry to interrupt your study session, I just saw you and thought I'd say hi. I also brought you some notes I took during this past herbology lesson since I noticed you missed it."

Ron's throat goes dry again, like it does every time you're as much as in the same room as him, "Oh, thanks.", he croaks out. The only thing playing in his mind is 'they noticed I was gone?'

"No problem." you focus your attention back on the other two sitting at the table, "Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me." You exchange names with the two of them and the four of you make small talk for a few moments.

"Well, I'd better get going. It was nice meeting you both."

As you turn to leave, Hermione steps on Ron's foot and glares at him causing him to yelp out in pain followed by a call of your name.

You turn around and wait for whatever he needed to say, but he just stares with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.

Harry kicks him in the shin and he finally starts talking.

"Would you, uhm, maybe like to hang out by the quidditch pitch tomorrow? With me, of course... and, uh, my friends."

Harry and Hermione both internally face palm.

You smile warmly at him, "Sure, I'll meet you after transfiguration." You turn and exit the library, secretly smiling and blushing once you were out of their view.

Ron exhales deeply, hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment.

"Oh good, at least we'll be on your first date too so we can stop you from saying something else stupid."

So really, Ron has to just get it over with and ask you, before, as Hermione says, "someone else will."

He stands with a pat on the back from Harry as he somewhat reluctantly makes his way over to you and your friends.

You spot him approaching out of the corner of your eye and wave and greet him, walking towards him so you were a bit out of earshot from your friends.

"I... I brought you back your notes. I copied them all down." he starts with a stutter, pulling the notes from his robe pockets.

You take them from him and put them into your own pockets, "Thank you. That was fast."

"I wanted to get them back to you."

You nod in appreciation, a small awkward silence falling over you before he breaks it.

"Would you..." he trails off as his anxiety rises.

You just smile warmly and wait for him to continue, not wanting to rush him.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" he asks quickly, voice cracking at the end.

You can't stop your smile from growing, "It's about time. I was about ready to ask you myself."

His mouth hangs slightly open in shock at the response, causing you to laugh, "Really?"

You just nod in response.

"Well, it's a yes then?"

You laugh again at his still flustered state, "Yes, of course. I would love to go on a date with you, Ronald Weasley."

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thistlecatfics · 4 months

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drarry 8th year? 👀

A little ficlet that I'm not quite sure what to do with. I was thinking about the sensation of being in a group where no one is doing well but everyone is being a bit myopic about their own pain and where Harry's savior complex gets a little complicated when it comes to traumatized classmates. I've never written Drarry before but I've had a couple ideas grab me at different times, and so I'm sure I'll write something for them eventually!

Summer after 8th year

“Pansy’s drinking again.”

Harry after a year with aurors feeling a little distant

On the roof

References to childhood

Draco is trying to rebuild

No one is alright

Hermione and ron are fighting pretty aggressively

Harry had gone up to the attic to find a moment of peace at the party, but the sheets half covered over ominous furniture made him think of work, and he was trying not to think of work. Between a mirror oozing dark magic and a seemingly innocent chair, there was a window. He popped it open and clambered through, feeling like a child again, as his shoulder caught the edge and the window frame scraped through the thin t-shirt.

The summer air felt cool after the stuffy fog of the attic and the oppressive crowds below of his classmates who had stayed for eighth year and had since, inexplicably, become friends across houses. The smoke in the air and the sight of Gregory Goyle and Ernie MacMillon singing together to an old song and the press of the crowd was too disconcerting.

He looked out the grounds of the Goyle – not manor, there was some other specific title for this house. He ought to know the pureblood systems by now, given that he has spent the past year helping track down escaped Death Eaters, but the details of the snobbery and their hierarchies always escaped him.

“Potter.”

In the moonlight, Harry saw Draco Malfoy sprawled out on the roof with a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in another. His white-blonde hair stood out against the dark of his robes – no muggle clothes for him – and the black of the roof. He looked fuller than the last time Harry saw him, but of course he did.

“Malfoy.”

“I didn’t take you for hiding on the roof at parties. I imagined you’d love the opportunity to party with your former classmates.”

“It’s a lot,” Harry said, lamely.

“Quite.”

“As long as you don’t give me another person to be responsible for and as long as you promise no to fall of the roof – or ‘fall’ off the roof – you’re welcome to join.”

“Since when were you responsible for other people.”

Draco snorted. “You are welcome to sit with me whether or not you insult me. Though I’ll give you a cigarette if you refrain from insults. Or two if they’re clever ones.”

“I didn’t mean–” He genuinely hadn’t.

“Oh I know, Potter. Just sit.”

Harry moved across the roof, trainers gripping the surface. It felt good.

“Well done, well done.”

“I’ll take that cigarette.”

Draco handed over the pack. Harry took one, and Draco lit it with his wand before Harry could take his out.

They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the quiet echoes of whatever was happening on the ground three stories below. He heard what had to be Parvati’s laugh, followed by the distinctive sound of Seamus Finnegan.

“Why are you up here?” Harry asked finally.

“For the views.”

They could see the tops of trees but not much else.

“Er, yeah, same.”

Draco snorted.

“What happened last year? I got letters from Ron and Hermione, but they were mostly about each other or about Quidditch or classes, and they didn’t mention –” Harry gestured with his cigarette. “-- This social thing. Like are Goyle and MacMillon really friends?”

“It shocks me too.”

“Everyone seems so happy.”

Draco turned fully on the roof to face Harry. He must have put a charm on the bottle so it wouldn’t fall.

“You think everyone’s happy? How long have you been at this party?”

“Er, I didn’t last very long before I went looking for some quiet.”

“No one’s alright, Potter. Do you want me to give you a roundup?”

Before Harry could answer, Draco continued, “Salazar, where to start, your friends are constantly cursing each other, like with real curses. Daphne’s gone off eating, and so has Parvati – I think she thinks it’s the surest way to join Lavender in death. Or slowest and most honorable or something. Pansy’s started drinking again after managing to stop for NEWTs, and so that’s another disaster waiting to happen – especially with both Millicent and your ex here, but I’ll throw up a Protego as needed. Theo dropped out to focus on his apparent true love – Calming Draughts. Blaise went off to Italy, but I suppose he’s doing alright enough, considering. Greg’s got his nightmares and his fear of fire and his grief. And then there’s the rest, but the Slytherins are my responsibility. Got anyone you’re wondering about specifically?”

“And you?”

“I’m the picture of reformation, Auror Potter. No illegal substances touch these lips nor illegal curses on this wand.”

“Malfoy.”

—

“I can go back there. The Dark Lord is dead.” The “Thanks to you, Potter” went unsaid. “The manor is ours again. Mother is determined to act as if nothing has changed. Everything looks the same, except Father isn’t there. She’s coping somehow, and I don’t know why I can’t. If I pull away, if I avoid going home, she gets so sad. Owls of her loneliness. But when I go back there, I can’t be a person.

"God, she even made a snide comment about Muggleborns in the Ministry the last time I visited. Not even a year out from the war, she’s commenting as if it never happened, and it’s simply a coincidence that there is major turnover in the Ministry from pureblood witches and wizards to Muggleborn.

"And don’t look at me like that – I know I could tell her off for it. But to do that I’d need to be a person in that house, and I can’t be a person or I’ll break completely. I can perform dutiful son just like I performed dutiful Death Eater, but I can’t let the rest of me in the house.

"Anyway, you probably wanted some quiet and instead you got my whinging which you can mock me for before I go inside and fix whatever mess Pansy created in my absence. So, go on.

"You had a few good ones in school. You made a comment about my Mother looking like she had dung under her nose once.” Draco laughed ruefully. “I was furious at you for that. So what do you have for the unredeemed shell of a man drinking firewhiskey on the roof?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that. Give it a real try.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare feel sorry for me.”

“I’m not alright either.”

They sat in silence.

“Well, then. You can stay.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I should have stayed for eighth year.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“What else could I do but catch dark wizards? How could I focus on my Charms NEWT knowing Mulciber was still out there? I did miss Quidditch though.”

“I missed it too.”

“We should fly some time.”

“Are you–?” Draco corrected himself. “I’d like that.”

“Ginny and Pansy have been giving me headaches all year. Ginny’s a trainwreck, but she’s signed with the Harpies, but I’m sure you knew that.”

“Yeah, Quidditch was always her dream.”

“I think she’s bad for Pansy.”

“I’m sure Pansy’s bad for her too.”

“But Pansy’s sensitive – No, don’t laugh – and I’m actually genuinely worried about her. Ginny’s the one who keeps making her drink when she doesn’t want to.”

“I do not believe that. Who told you that, Parkinson? Anyway, don’t talk about Ginny like you know her.”

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bramblequill · 2 years

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No More Running: Chapter 4 - Straight Through the Heart

Eddie stumbled through the trees, grateful for the little slivers of light the moon shone through the trees. He knew these woods pretty dammed good, but since the Upside Down he didn't particularly like the dark anymore. There was always the involuntary shuddering as goosebumps would prickle along his skin and raise the hair on his neck. He always felt he was being watched in moments like this, but he knew... he KNEW it was just residual fear from trauma. Trauma was a bitch like that. It had its way of sinking its claws into you (just like a demo-dog) and keeping ahold until you either stood your ground – faced and killed it, or let it become your all-consuming state. Eddie fought every goddammed day to not let fear and anxiety overtake him. The panic attacks had become less than that first few weeks back... but sometimes... sometimes it was still bad.

His eyes shifted rapidly searching for signs of where you had gone. He had a pretty good idea of where you would be heading assuming you knew of the clearing where people would sneak off for bonfires and beer. It wasn't quite his picnic table in the woods behind the school, and it wasn't quite skull rock... but it was nice. It was large enough to host at least a good 15 people and secluded enough that you didn't have to hush your voices making it a hot party and make out spot.

Sure, enough he found you where he expected. Fighting with himself, he couldn't decide if it'd be better to make some sort of noise to alert you to his presence or come quietly and slowly. He didn't want to spook you. You were hunched over sitting on a log, your sobs loud, whole body trembling. He could see you fidgeting with something but couldn't quite tell what you were doing. He cleared his throat once deciding it was best to make himself known... but you didn't hear him... so he coughed, loudly... and then stepped out into the clearing. He could see you better now. Your jeans were ripped at the knees (much like his favorite pair) ... usually this was taken as a fashion statement but in his world, it was just because Jeans were expensive and getting a new pair didn't happen all that often. You wore a loose fitting, very faded W.A.S.P. shirt and your hair fell around your face coming down from its ponytail. You looked up at him from where you'd been staring at... what were you staring at? Your arms? Oh... he saw now... you sat with a silver pocketknife grasped in your right hand and he could see the beginnings of slender red slices on the top of your left arm. The little angry gashes looked high enough that you'd be able to hide them with a hooded jacket, even if you pushed the sleeves up a bit... and Eddie knew that had to be intentional. His heart pained for you in that moment as you stared at him, shell shocked... no longer audibly sobbing but tears still leaking from your eyes.

"I'm sorry if I scared you" Eddie said as he stepped only slightly closer "I live in the trailer across from you... I saw you take off and you seemed upset, so I wanted to check on you..." his voice trailed off as his heart thundered in his chest. First impressions man... they matter... and he definitely didn't want to come across as a creep... "Shit... I wasn't like WATCHING you... I was in my van, just got home..."

He could see you were wary, it shone BRIGHTLY in your eyes, and of course you would be. You didn't know him, and he clearly had just found you in a very private moment. You were shuffling on the log, hurriedly trying to jam the knife back in your pocket and cover the little wounds with your hands, which also made it look like you were hugging yourself as you tried to wipe your cheeks on your shoulder with a shrug of each. "I've seen you." was all you said. Your voice so very quiet, almost a whisper.

Eddie indicated towards the log opposite from you, silently asking to sit. "Yeah? I'm not always the quietest when I come in and out of the park, sorry about that" he forced a shy smile, awkwardly shrugging and playing with his rings... God the anxiety was forming a ball in the pit of his stomach again... a coiled serpent threatening to unwind...no no not right now. Eddie had always had a soft spot for people when they were hurting. Probably due to years of abuse at the hands of his peers and a drunk father when his father WAS around. He was forever the shepherd... finding and comforting lost sheep...giving them a place, a friend group, a "home". Sitting here in front of him now you definitely looked like the type of person he could welcome into his group easily... well at least he knew you had good music tastes if your shirt was any indication of the fact. Shit... had he been quiet to long?

You were picking at the cuticles of your fingers now, eyes cast downward as you said "I personally don't mind. You've got good music tastes." you force a slight smile as you look back up at him

Eddie grins brightly, "Thank you! And if your shirt is any indication, you do as well? W.A.S.P huh? A girl after my own heart!" Eddie clutched at his chest then in a dramatic fashion stumbling off backwards off the log hoping to make you smile

He was rewarded for his silliness with a brilliant half smirk and a chuckle, "My mom used to listen to them a lot growing up. This was hers" you say as you tug the bottom of the shirt slightly before going back to picking at your skin "Do you go to the school here? I just started... yesterday. It was shit."

"Yep. I'm kind of a celebrity there" he laughs "This is my third dammed senior year... liked it so much I had to stick around ya know? But I think this is the year I finally decide to move on."

"Ahh... a repeater... yeah, I did that too. This is my second senior year technically. We've moved... a lot." you went quiet then, shifting your gaze back to the ground

"Been there, done that too. Moved in with my uncle when I was like ... umm... 8, I think? Or was it 8th grade?" he scratched his face cringing "Sorry... shitty memory."

You just smiled at him slightly but then an awkward silence settled between you two. Eddie shuffled his feet in the dirt. God why wasn't he better at this... girls... girls' man always gave him some trouble. He tried to be carefree and not care what people think but deep down it was quite the opposite. He didn't want to spill all just yet... he didn't want you to see him in pities light or think him a dammed freak.

"So, like... feel free to tell me to shut up or whatever but... are you okay? You don't have to like to tell me, I know it's not any of my business... but if I can help..." he trailed off

It was your turn to shuffle your feet around now... rubbing your hands along your arms. He could tell you were suddenly self-conscious, and he felt bad for it, but he wasn't the type to turn a blind eye in situations like this. "I know you don't really know me, but you can talk to me if you need too" he said quietly sliding off the log to sit on the ground, back propped against the wood pulling a baggie from his pocket, taking out a joint he looks at you "You mind?"

You shake your head at him indicating you didn't care if he smoked and followed his suit on sliding down onto the ground. He noticed you wince but decided not to mention already feeling like he was pressing for so much. He lit his bud and took a long drag, head falling back as he exhaled before offering it to you. He wasn't sure if you smoked but he didn't want to be rude.

You took the joint, and he watched from a sideways glance, head still upturned, as you suspended the roll between your thumb and forefinger and took a long drag. You took two more before you passed it back to him also sliding off of your log. He watched as you drew shapes in the dirt next to your leg... it was apparent you were thinking, and he didn't want to disrupt that. He waited. He shared his weed, and he waited. It really was a beautiful night he thought to himself. The breeze was not quite warm but also not cold and it blew so softly against his skin. The air was fragrant with the scent of his bud and in distance honeysuckle. Crickets and frogs sang their night songs surrounding you two as the moon shone high in the sky, peeking through treetops. He felt himself relaxing into his earthly seat more, softness overtaking his limbs and mind...keeping his sighs internal as he didn't want you to think that he was bored or impatient.

"It's my dad" your soft voice broke his thoughts "He's a prickhead... and he drinks, like, a lot. It's been like that since mom died. Ironically a drunk driver." she scoffs "He came home pissed off. I don't even really know why. I never know why." you were picking up stones and tossing them back at the ground now. "He always brings it home. Whatever's pissed him off I mean. I'm just so tired of it. Tired of cleaning up his fucking bottles and vomit, tired of being told how fucking useless I am, tired of the smell of urine in our goddamn homes or having to move and change schools so much because he can't stop getting into trouble for either whipping his dick out in public or fighting or God knows what other fucking bullshit he's up to. This is it. Once I finish this last month and a half, I'm gone. I'm getting the FUCK out of here and I'm never coming back. I can't do it anymore."

Eddie felt like his heart was shattering in his chest. Fuck he could relate. He scooted a little closer to you, the toes of his shoes meeting yours and wrapped his arms around his knees as he rested his chin on them and looked to you. A part of him wanted to reach out and take your hand and comfort you... but ... realizing now, he didn't even know your name.

"I don't know why I'm telling you all this." your voice was barely a whisper, tears streaking your cheeks

'Fuck it' Eddie thought to himself before reaching a hand out and wiping away the glimmering jewels of anguish. "I'm so sorry...no one deserves any of that. I'm not trying to take away from your experiences by telling you this, but I felt like I should share too. My old man was the same way... always in and out of prison or gutters after binders. Always drunk... and fuck he was such a hateful drunk. My mom died too...overdose got her. I think that broke dad... I mean he wasn't like father of the year or anything before that, but it only got worse after she died. He stopped caring so much about me... I became more of an accessory to his needs. He had me hotwiring cars for him so he could make get aways or just steal them outright. He taught me how to pickpocket. I didn't feel right doing any of it, but he really didn't give me a choice."

"Are you still living with him?" you asked quietly, amber eyes burning into his.

"No. Thank God no. My Uncle, Wayne... he came and took me in after the 3rd time of my father going to jail. Uncle Wayne is the best, man. Truly. He really showed me what a father SHOULD be. He did all the things you would expect. Took me fishing, patched my knees when I'd fall, consoled me when I'd angrily fight against him. Man, I don't think he's ever even raised a voice at me. I'm so goddamn lucky. So. So lucky." Eddie let his own voice trail off now... he hadn't meant to go on a tangent, and he definitely didn't want you to feel like you were throwing his uncle in your face. Sorry..."

"Don't be. He sounds amazing. I'm so glad that at least one of us has someone like that. At least I won't have to be here much longer. I don't know where I'm going to go yet... admittedly I don't really have a plan..." you laugh softly and shit, it's like music to Eddie's ears "I probably should start figuring that out." you shrug "I've applied for a few scholarships so maybe something will pull through, and I've got a little bit of money saved aside."

"Hey, we don't always have everything figured out right? If I've learned one thing from watching my uncle over the years, sometimes it's better to just not try and plan everything out and just kind of let everything happen as it will. I mean like obviously try to have some money on hand because you don't want to like to starve but... sleeping in the back of a van is always better than being around people who don't want you in their life."

"Yeah." You said softly, glancing back up at Eddie. "All I know is I can't wait. I can't take this much longer... so I'm glad the end is in sight" you laugh again softly, wrapping your arms around yourself in a hug. Eddie felt his heart wrench again. He could swear it stopped beating for a moment and sank all the way into the pit that was his stomach. Not only did your forearms bear sign of years of self-harm... so many little white scars dancing across your freckle kissed skin, but there just barely visible under the sleeves of your shirt were various bruises... a rainbow of healing stages and all the same fingerprint size. He knew then, he understood the unspoken battles you were waging at home... and suddenly he found himself feeling incredibly protective of you. Yeah, he didn't know your name yet... he'd only officially spoken to you for probably what was a few hours at this point... but in that moment... seeing the burdens you have been carrying alone... he knew he had to stay by your side.

Next Chapter - Chapter 5

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kayssweetdreams · 2 years

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Camp WonderDream: Temple Trouble Part 7

Meanwhile, in the Mess Hall Kitchen...

Saltbaker had finally found the recipe for Eternal Gelatin. He had been rifling through a lot of recipes that involves the Eternal Water, but THIS one could actually revive Chalice from the Astral Plane. He had all of the ingredients, and was about to get started, when he remembered Leo's glimpse into the future. "Hmm...Maybe I can make it later..." He said, hiding the recipe, and the bottle inside of a cabinet, and locking it. He went off to prepare food for the Campers lunch, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Leo's vison was going to happen MUCH sooner than he thought ...

Meanwhile, Back in the Forest...

"Leo!! Leo? Leo where are you?" The calls went unheaded to the boy as the Counselors, and a small group of kids were looking for him "C'mon Leo! We need to know what you saw!" Lili cried out, looking into a bush "And We're really worried about You!" Emma yelled out, looking behind a tree. NiGHTS hovered through the trees, until her head bumped against a leg dangling from a branch, and found Leo fast asleep on it. "I found him!" She yelled, waking the boy up and causing him to fall with a yell. Balan caught him before he hit the ground "Snoozing are we?" He asked playfully, setting Leo back down.

The blonde haired boy glared at him. "I was TRYING to relax my mind, now that I have the ability to see into the future now." He said, as he pouted. Emma placed a hand on Leo's shoulder "I'm sure it's not so bad Leo...Now you can see what happens next in the future!" She said, trying to be encouraging. "Yeah, until eventually people think I'm crazy." He shot back.

Cuphead gave a smile "Hey, maybe you can have people pay you to tell them their futures! I know I would do that if I could see the future!" He said, the thought of him swimming in a pool of money filled his daydreams. Balan raised an eyebrow "Yeah, but then again, using Magic is hard, especially for someone who hasn't experienced magic before. So I can imagine that Leo that having a hard time adjusting to his new ability." He said.

Leo glared at him, this was turning into a pity party for him. Sure he didn't know WHY he had to be the one to gain the future sight, but he knew that he wanted nothing to do with it. "I'm fine...Maybe it'll go away over time. Not everyone gets magic forever right?" He asked. Everyone either looked down, or away from him...which pretty much gave him his answer "It's not gonna go away is it?" He asked bluntly. Balan subtly nodded, causing a groan to erupt from Leo "GREAT! So now not only am I stuck with this random ability to see the future, but now it's never going to go away!!" He shouted, hitting his head against a tree.

Balan pat his shoulder "Don't think of it like That Leo, some good can come from it." He encouraged, but the boy didn't see it that way. "Yeah Sure. Like a lifetime in a padded room." He snarked. "No Leo, not like that. If you can SEE the future, you can also CHANGE it." Balan explained. Leo didn't understand what Balan meant, but the sounds of the triangle at the mess hall rang. "Well, Let's not sit out here with our tummies rumbling, let us go grab a bite to eat." The Counselor said cheerfully, snapping his fingers, and transporting the small group back to the camp's mess hall, but the thought of future vision still lingered in his mind

"Maybe I can see how I get rid of it..."

This is a story inspired by @julili 's VERY adorable camp pic! I hope you enjoy AND go check out her work!

#Balan Wonderworld #Balan #Leo Craig #Emma Cole #NiGHTS #Lili Zanatto #Cuphead #Chef Saltbaker

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fluffy-ami · 2 years

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“The Art of Mimicry”☄️ (Albether)

A/N: Don't worry bros, I'm still alive and I'm still gonna work on the requests, but when I finished the event my brainrot was stopping me from working properly so have this sikshfsj- (P.S. Yeah I kinda finished this earlier, but I don't feel like being online much, but I also need to post something so-)

Characters: Aether, Albedo (romantic, please don't read if you don't like it)

⚠️ Warning: I don't believe that it was the real Albebe at the end of the event, and the plot is- not helping me- but I wanted something fluffy, so let's just say that Ami wasn't even trying to make things canon, she just wanted fluff and used imagination XD

Summary: “You're hiding something else from me”.

It was so strange.

Albedo had just left. Paimon kept talking about the fruits to Timaeus. It looked like everything came back to normal again... But something was definitely off.

The rest of the day went completely normal for Aether, too. Doing commissions, visiting his Mondstadt friends, cooking, joking around with Paimon - he did nearly everything he usually does. But, for some reason, even after everything that happened in Dragonspine had finally ended, a strange feeling formed in his chest, and it didn't want to go away.

“You are awfully quiet today, you know?” Paimon flew closer to the blonde boy, touching his shoulder gently, as they were walking down the main street, “Is it because of Albedo?.. Mph, actually, you have every right to be mad, because that joke was not funny!”

“Something is wrong here. I- I need to visit him,” the poor traveller finally gave away his worry, resting his hands on the edge of the street fountain and looking at his own reflection in the water.

“Dragonspine? Again?!” Paimon squeaked, “Haven't we had enough already?!”

“You don't have to go with me if you don't want to,” Aether smiled at her weakly, “I just... I just need to figure a few things out. Besides, it can get a little bit personal, and you won't understand some things anywa–”

“Aaagh, I got it, no-one wants to have Paimon around!” she pouted, crossing her arms on her chest, turning away, “Maybe you should make Albedo your new travelling companion, then!”

“Paimooon, you know that's not true,” he giggled, trying to pull her closer for a hug, “Everyone lohoves you!”

“I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOUR LIES!”

“Cohome ooon!..”

°•❄️•°

Cold, darkness, ice, the creaking sound of the old wooden planks on a broken bridge. Again. Being completely alone on this snowy mountain made the traveller feel some kind of sadness indeed, especially at night. Doesn't Albedo feel the same way?

A few minutes passed, Aether was walking through the snow in silence.

...How's he? Why did he leave when he knew that he'd only put himself in danger? Was it even him? And if it wasn't, then what happened to him?...

The flow of thoughts in his head immediately stopped as soon as he saw the light, shyly shining through the tree branches on the left.

Albedo?..

The blonde ran as fast as he could, moving the cold, snowy branches out of his way. And, to Aether's surprise, it was, in fact, Albedo. The familiar figure turned around, a pencil and a sketchbook in his hands. He looked quite surprised. Aether could tell, even if his boyfriend was not showing any expressions on his face most of the time.

The traveller looked around silently. Darkness, a beautifully looking cave, snow, trees, snow, more darkness, and a lamp left on the ground beside a single chair Albedo was sitting on. All of it made him look... even more lonely.

“...Aether? Why are you here? It's pretty late,” the alchemist asked softly, finally breaking the silence.

He was acting more like himself, unlike earlier that day. It's probably him. Everything's fine.

“I was just... worried about you. I wouldn't be able to fall asleep like this anyway, heh...” the blonde smiled shyly, scratching the back of his head, “Are you sketching at that hour? In the mountains, with a single lamp?..”

“I do it sometimes, there's nothing unusual. People relax at night, that's just a different way to relax for me,” Albedo's eyes met Aether's. The traveller was... tired, scared, stressed. The alchemist sighed, standing up.

“How about a little night walk with me, sir Honorary Knight?”

“Ahare you sure I can trust you?” the blonde rolled his eyes playfully.

“We'll see,” he raised his eyebrows a little bit, “Let's get going to my camp, I'll make you some hot tea”.

The alchemist smiled as the traveller gently held at his arm, ready to go.

After a few minutes of walking in now comforting silence passed.

“Aether, I wanted to talk to you”.

“About what?”

Albedo's eyebrows furrowed a little bit in thought.

“Do you still... see a real human in me?”

“What kind of question is that?” the traveller's eyes widened in surprise, “Of course I do! And I still love you, so your place and... way of birth don't really matter to me when it comes to this kind of question. And, of course, you are a human. Would I love someone who can't love me back?”

“Do you think that being able to love is some kind of a special human ability?” Albedo chuckled, “Interesting. Maybe you're right, after all”.

“So, where were you going with this question?

“Well...” the alchemist stopped walking and looked at the night sky full of stars, “Look up there, Aether”.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” the traveller said, “...So?”

“Do you think that every single little star is unique? Do they all look wonderful and unusual to you?”

Aether examined the small white dots that shone in the blackness of the night. All are practically the same. But his answer surprised Albedo, for the second time that evening.

“From a distance they don't look very different from each other. But who knows how far away they are? Perhaps if you get closer, it turns out that they glow in different colors! Or maybe each of them has something different inside! Or...” the traveller stopped himself, smiling shyly, “I mean, a lot of things can seem the same on the outside. But this does not mean that each star is not unique. That's my opinion”.

The lamp in Albedo's hand revealed the alchemist's thoughtful face.

“Well, that makes sense. But would you be able to distinguish one single star from a thousand others?”

“If I knew this little star like no one else, then I would,” Aether smiled softly, suddenly coming closer and kissing the alchemist's cheek, “That's why I'm here right now, Bedo”.

Of course he understands everything. Aether is not a fool.

“Okay, okay, we'll talk about it later,” Albedo's ears became slightly red as he turned away, remaining calm (or trying to), “My camp is near, come on, I don't want you to catch a cold...”

°•❄️•°

Albedo put the old kettle on to warm up. The pleasant sound of the bubbling water filled the cave, and the change in temperature made the little goosebumps run down the traveler's back, shoulders and arms as he smiled tiredly.

“Oh, also,” the alchemist said, smiling to himself while looking through today's sketches, “How did you manage to get here without Paimon?”

“She was offended, so I had to pay for her lunch at The Good Hunter. She said she would think about forgiving me in the near future,” Aether laughed, sitting on one of the chairs, still shivering lightly.

“Still cold?” Albedo asked.

“Y-yeah, just a little bit. It's going to be okay, it's warm enough here!”

The alchemist thought about something for a few seconds, then took out a folded blanket from the closet, coming behind his boyfriend.

“How about this?” he smiled, covering the traveller's shoulders with it.

“Oh, thank y-ohohohu?!..” Aether flinched, giggling, after he felt someone's sneaky fingers dig into his sides through the blanket, “Behedoho, nohohooo!..”

“Just wanted to help you warm up a little bit,” his boyfriend smiled, stopping after a few seconds to pour some tea for both of them.

“Mehehean...” the traveller hugged himself, still smiling.

Meanwhile, Albedo cleared some space on the table to put down two cups.

“Ohokay, sorry, sorr–”

But it was now his turn to flinch. His boyfriend's voice was suddenly heard right near the alchemist's left ear.

“You're hiding something else from me”.

“Ah!..” Albedo quickly turned around, backing away a little bit, “W-what do you mean?”

“These questions you asked me earlier,” Aether continued, “They have something to do with all this. You didn't visit Mondstadt this day, too. It wasn't you. And, the most interesting part is that you know about it. So, how, and what exactly happened, Albedo?”

The traveller didn't sound worried this time. Albedo could tell that, seeing Aether place his hands on his hips with a smug grin on his face.

“...I don't think that I understand w-what you're talking about,” the alchemist smiled a little bit. A little bit too nervously to not look like a liar, “I would never hide something so important from you”.

“Oh, you wouldn't? Why are you smiling like that right now if it's so important, hm?” the traveller started getting closer to his boyfriend slowly, making Albedo lose his confidence more and more with each Aether's step.

“A-Aehether!..” unable to hold back his quiet giggling, the alchemist immediately ran behind the table as soon as he felt that the other boy was going to pounce on him at any second.

“Yes?~” the traveller was repeating every action after him as if he was a mirror, trapping Albedo behind the table and not letting him escape, changing directions and moving wherever the alchemist tried to run, “Looks like I've mastered the art of mimicry too, huh?~”

This wasn't helping Albedo to stop the nervous giggles from escaping his lips, though. Finally, he decided to make a run for it–

“Oh no, you don't!” Aether's arms swiftly wrapped around the other's waist, pulling him back. And suddenly, Albedo found himself being trapped in between a cave wall and his boyfriend, who was grinning at him mischievously.

“Ahaehether!” he blushed, trying to avoid his gaze, “Wahait!..”

“What exactly are we waiting for, Bedo?~” he giggled in response, blocking the alchemist's final ways for escaping by putting his hands on the wall, on either side of the trapped blonde.

Albedo didn't answer and only bit his lip, trying to hide his smile. The traveller smirked.

“Thahat's what I thought~,” he said, “Well, let's start our little conversation. We need to figure some things out, after all, don't we?”

The alchemist let out a little high-pitched squeak, feeling a pair of hands being placed on his waist gently. And then he flushed a whole new shade of red, because his boyfriend's fingers weren't even moving. Well, embarrassing.

“First of all, you probably thought: "Ah, Aether, but how did you know it wasn't me in Mondstadt today?"” the grinning blonde tried mimicking Albedo's voice (pretty unsuccessfully), which only made the other huff out a quiet laugh, rolling his eyes, “Well, I can answer your question! I figured it out easily, because this–”

“AHA- Wahait!..”

“–shouldn't be able to disappear under any circumstances!” Aether started playfully nuzzling the alchemist's neck, right where his little star was located, while holding his waist gently.

“Eh- ahah..! A-aehether!..” Albedo tried pushing at his boyfriends' shoulders gently, “N-not thihis!..”

“Why not? You don't seem to mind it that much~,” he mumbled into his neck, tickling the alchemist with his breath, “And let's come back to these questions you were asking me earlier...”

“...Lehet's nohot?..” Albedo scrunched up his shoulders, smiling nervously and looking down at the other's hands positioned on his sides, trying to get ready for any possible attacks.

“...and also check if you're my Albedo while I'm at it~,” Aether finished his sentence, taking a good thoughtful look at the trapped alchemist in front of him, “First of all, if I remember correctly, my favourite little star was pretty ticklish riiight here!”

Albedo squealed loudly, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of shy giggles, as soon as his boyfriend's thumbs suddenly started drilling into the alchemist's hips.

“OhOH!.. Oh noHOhooo!...” he whined, hiding his flushed face in Aether's shoulder, while his own hands immediately grabbed the attacker's wrists, but didn't push them away.

“No? Not ticklish?” the traveller hummed, “This means that you're not the real Bedo?~”

“Ahaether, ihit's mehEHEheee!”

“...Oh, yes, this cute little dance you're doing looks familiar,” he giggled along with the alchemist, watching him occasionally jump and wiggle his hips from side to side, “You've got some moves there~”.

“Quiehehet!..” Albedo's ears turned pink at the comment as he wrapped his arms around the traveller's neck. No, it was not a hug. It was just a... a...

“Is that an invitation to continue?~” Aether grinned, and the alchemist whined, flustered, “Will you tell me what happened?”

“...Ihi cahahan't!..”

“Nah, you will soon, and we both know it! Hmmm, my Bedo was also ticklish here...~”

To his horror, Albedo felt two sets of familiar fingers crawl under his coat and start spidering at his sides playfully. Ah, Aether was really happy that he got a good opportunity to mess with him like this, wasn't he?...

“Mph-! Ahahaheheh!.. Aether!..”

“Yes, my little ticklish star? Ready to talk?”

“N-nohooo!..”

“Hm, then maybe a good kitchy-kitchy-coo right there will do–”

“EHEEK–!” the alchemist pressed his elbows to his sides when Aether's fingers started travelling higher, “Nohot thihis, not thihihis!..”

“Not what? Ohhh, yohou mean this?~” the traveller asked teasingly, starting to pinch at the other's lower ribs softly, and absolutely enjoying his shy laughter, full of little hiccups and surprised squeaks whenever a new spot was attacked...

“Awww, someone's got ticklish little riiiibs?~” Aether cooed at the alchemist amusedly, while his hands kept making their way up, “Are these little ribs ticklish? Are they? Are they?~”

“NohoHO tahaHAlking like thahaHAhaat!..” Albedo squeezed his eyes shut, blushing bright red and knowing full well that his boyfriend is fully aware of what baby-talk usually does to him.

“No talking like that?” Aether tilted his head to the side in curiousity, “Why? It's just a few words! Can't our adorable Bedo handle just a few teases?”

“Yehehes!”

How could his partner be so sweet and childish, but also very mean and ruthless at the same time? Good question. Aether planned to start an interrogation, but he was so playful that they both were having a little bit too much fun with this.

“Well...” the traveller smirked, “If you're not going to talk...”

“Nohononono,” Albedo's eyes widened as he smiled nervously, already knowing what's going to come next, “Noho, Aether, no”.

“Yehes, Bedo, yes!” he laughed in response, positioning his fingers on the other's lower ribs once more, “Seems like we're going to need to count someone's riiibs!”

“Noho we're nohooot!” the trapped blonde's squirming renewed as he tried to suppress his own quiet giggles in anticipation.

“Then tell me what happened!”

“I cahan't!.. Nohot yehet!”

“Oh, cohome on, it looks like you really do want me to tickle it out of you!” Aether dug into his boyfriend's first rib softly, ticklishly massaging it with his fingertips, “That's oooone...~”

“Aehether, pleheHEHEEE-” the poor alchemist let out a high-pitched shriek, arching his back out in another direction and trying to avoid these devious fingers, pressing his elbows to his sides. The keyword is ‘trying’ though, because there really was no way of escaping his own fate. Not when Aether needs something from him.

“...Twooo...~”

“NoHOhoho!..” Albedo squealed uncharacteristically as this little game went on.

“Oooh, you better stay still, or else you're gonna make me lose count and we'll have to start aaall over again!...Threeeee...~”

“HeheHEheeeeelp!..”

But, after a minute or so, when Aether got a little bit too close to ten, Albedo finally broke.

“AHAHETHER!.. I'll talk!.. I'll taHAHAhaaalk!.. PleheHEhease!..”

The traveller stopped immediately, looking up with his usual sweet smile and admiring the happy, flushed face of his loved one, who was still giggling like a child with his eyes closed.

“I am ready to listen, Bedo”.

Yes, this nearly sleepless night was full of talking, hot tea and laughter. There really were a lot of things to figure out only for the two of them.

They were alone, where no-one could hear or disturb them. At least, Albedo wanted to think that way.

After a good few hours, Aether finally managed to fall asleep, feeling safe and warm, because Albedo was here. The alchemist looked up at the dark sky full of stars above him, leaning back on the cold cave wall and smiling calmly to himself.

This world is dangerous.

I might be dangerous.

But I will always love you, my little star.

A/N: So, it's like a... Little sudden present for the peoples (XD) who helped me live through the last year with their content (And for the peoples who I'd like to talk to more but I'm shy lol but I still love you):

@danibby @rattypattyy @angivariety @anzynai @yanfei-is-my-career-goals @stopiteatpopcorn @satans-beloved-riv @vanillawrites @valenni @alexielve @tickly-trashcan @wertzunge @ventilicious @lovelynim @nnainai and many others!

(You don't have to reblog this fic or something, I just want you to read this and know that Ami is really happy to be in this community with you and enjoys your works, and she loves you all, even if she's not really active or talkative sometimes 💖🩹✨)

2022 is starting kinda rough for me, but I know that my friends are always here, and I want them to know that:

I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY GUYS-✨

And Ami wants to keep it that way. I will try to stay active (aaand save) and I hope I'll write a lot more things in the future. Thank you all! Okay-okay I'm done, have a great day! 🍃

(And that's for my irl friend who's probably reading this: Даша, кто прочитал этот фф, тот гей и должен мне шоколадку за моральный ущерб, сосни мою сосну (я теперь перед каждой публикацией буду неловко себя чувствовать шо пипец, но вэнджэнс вилл би майн) 💅✨)

#genshin impact #tickle fic #my stuff #ler!aether #lee!albedo #and a tiny bit of #ler!albedo #lee!aether #aljxhfekcjjfj speed-writing again lmao #i actually had fun with that one sjhcjsj #i was planning to make it a drabble but something went wrong i guess-#so well-#it's a late gift for my moots now✨#tickling

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ashasmonsters · 3 years

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The Skateboarder

Female reader x Female orc (Morn)

Citrus rating: Lemon

Content: brief alcohol, stupid memes

Words: 9k

Morn reached between the legs of some intertwined partygoers, retrieved a beer from the strategically placed cooler, then opened it on the strike plate of the living room door. Some of it foamed out and fell on the carpet with the bottle cap but she didn't seem to care. The owners of the sorority house didn't care either.

"...so yeah, she said I stank and got up and left." Morn finished her tale of an attempted one-night stand.

"She didn't even touch you yet?" You asked, leaning in close so she could hear you over the thumping music. As was usual for parties like these, you and Morn had carved out a corner where you could be ignored by everyone else and gossip.

"Well, yeah, but not below the belt. That's what pissed me off. She was all over me all night and as soon as I say I want her to go down on me, she insults me and leaves."

"I mean..." you grinned, unable to resist, "did you stink down there, though?"

Morn punched your shoulder and chuckled.

"Fuck off, it's not like roses and daffodils are the norm. You know, it's like I always say..." It was Morn's turn to grin mischievously.

"Don't fucking say it. I swear to God, Morn. I'm going to laugh really hard and everyone's going to look at me weird. " You pleaded. You knew what would come next; Morn's favorite turn of phrase that she managed to use more often than one would think.

"—like I always say, good pussy smells like the heat coming out of the PS4."

You were true to your word. As you caught your breath between peals of laughter, a few partygoers did in fact stare at you. Despite your prior protests, the stares didn't bother you that much. Here in Morn's gossip corner, all that mattered was whiling the time away until the other half of your group was ready to leave. Dera's whereabouts were unknown but Lash was visible in the corner of the room.

"Looks like Lash's plan is all coming together." You noted. Morn turned to look as well; she was aggressively making out with an Elf boy. He licked her tusks. You grimaced.

"Goddamn. When Lash wants something she gets it."

"She mentioned that guy... what, like, yesterday?" You asked. "From staring at him across the classroom to heavy petting in less than twenty-four hours. That's a new record."

"Makes me feel like I'm not even the same species," Morn complained, finally turning away from Lash's public display of affection. "I know Orc boldness is a stereotype but it's not one I'd mind living up to."

"That's not Orc boldness, that's Lash boldness," you chortled. "Don't be down on yourself for not having it. Besides, she's not looking for a one-night deal; if that Elf doesn't call her back tomorrow she's gonna have her week ruined."

"I guess that's true..." Morn sighed.

"Morn." You firmly squeezed her shoulder and stared at her. "I love Lash to death, but you've never called me at three in the morning crying over the end of a week-and-a-half-long relationship. It's okay to not be dating a new person all the time."

"Yeah, I know." She finished her beer and smiled a bit.

"Besides, if you were hunting down an object of desire every time we were at a party, I'd have no one to chill with. Morn's Gossip Corner is the only thing getting me out of the dorm on Friday nights."

"I'm glad to be of service." She dramatically saluted. "You're right, though. I guess it's just the party atmosphere that makes me forget sleeping around and dating have drawbacks."

"Definitely the party vibe getting to you," you affirmed. "Speaking of sleeping around, though... where's Dera?"

"If I had to guess, upstairs. Text her." Morn suggested.

You pulled out your phone and opened the group chat, aptly titled "THA HOOLIGANZ 👩‍💻👩‍✈️👩‍⚕️🕵️‍♀️" and sent a message:

You: dera where tf are u, its almost been an hour

Almost immediately the indicator that Dera was typing popped up, followed by her reply:

Dera: upstairs. firbolg football player. huge 🍆

"Oh, god." You gagged. Morn pulled out her phone in response to see the cause, then had a similar reaction. She started tapping away at her phone's keyboard.

Morn: damn, dera, chill. we just wanted to make sure you were ok.

The typing indicator preceded yet another reply from Dera.

Dera: lol ok mom

"She's got an attitude tonight, sheesh." Morn shook her head and put her phone away.

"I think tonight an early exit might be a good idea. Dera and Lash seem pretty occupied," you said. You couldn't find Lash or her Elven paramour in the room anymore.

"I think you're right. Text the group and tell 'em we're leaving."

You nodded and did so, receiving 👍 responses from both Dera and Lash after a short pause.

"Let's go." You got up from your place on the sunken-in couch and helped Morn up. The two of you navigated through the fire code-violating sorority house to the front door, where you met the cool night air and the odor of cigarettes. Morn's skateboard was next to yours, propped against the thick trunk of a long-dead tree.

"I don't wanna go back to the dorms yet. It's not that late," Morn said, checking her watch.

"Pizza?" You suggested.

"Pizza."

Before long you were both skating into the night. The entire university town was built into the side of a mountain with the greek life houses at the top, making it a breeze to fashionably exit parties like this one. There were a few drunken revelers to dodge on the way down, but once you cleared the sororities and fraternities it was smooth skating. The incandescent streetlights flew past as century-old houses gave way to newer corner stores and parks. Before long, you and Morn were skating through the thick of the city on a course set for Main Street.

The pleasant sound of plastic wheels on stamped concrete was soon married with the aroma of cheap, indulgent pizza. You wouldn't have needed any senses other than smell to know you arrived at your destination: "Get Stuffed," the type of place where a slice was a dollar and you could write on the walls. As was usual for the time when Friday became Saturday, it was packed with the university crowd; too packed to even sit inside.

You and Morn shimmied to the counter and ordered your usuals. Fortunately, Get Stuffed had nailed speedy service and it was only a few short moments before you were on your way out with greasy pizza on flimsy paper plates. You set your skateboards on the curb and sat on them, side-by-side.

"Thanks for fleeing with me," Morn said, folding her slice of pizza and tucking her loose black curls behind her ear.

"Anytime, Morn." You mimicked her pizza fold before noticing something about the beanie she wore. It was oddly familiar, so you delayed your first bite. "Hey, where's that beanie from?" Morn looked at you, chewing.

"This thing?" She tugged at the chunky burgundy yarn. "You should know."

"I should know?" You mused, finally chewing on your first bite of pizza. It was just as greasy and gratifying as you expected it to be. Then, as realization dawned on you, it almost fell out of your mouth. "You kept that thing for this long?!"

"Of course. It's a good beanie. It's lasted... what, since second grade?" She smirked. "It's one of the best birthday gifts I've gotten. Thanks, by the way."

"Thank you for holding onto it," you countered. "The memories... wow."

"That was the birthday party where we had a sleepover afterward. We played tag, and—"

"Oh, no," you moaned, remembering.

"...you ran so hard that you threw up." Morn giggled. Your cheeks still burned at the vivid memory. You almost forgot crocheting Morn's beanie, but you never forget throwing up at someone's birthday party.

"It's crazy we've been friends for so long." You gracefully changed the subject and started working on your pizza slice in earnest.

"It's not that crazy. You've always been there for me."

"I mean... I try..." you were hiding your blush, feeling warm as Morn readied to shower you with compliments.

"Like the time Chrissie Becker rejected my invitation to prom. You started crying when I started crying, and I hadn't even told you what happened yet." Morn giggled warmly. "Or when our families went camping together and you let me share your sleeping bag when I forgot mine."

"I couldn't just let you sleep on the ground!" you sheepishly defended yourself against the flattery.

"Even though you knew I kicked in my sleep." Morn looked up from her plate and smiled at you, her tusks glinting under the streetlights.

"You're more important to me than my shins," you said quietly.

"Hah!" Morn laughed heartily, bumping her skateboard into yours and wrapping an arm around you. "You're more important to me than my shins."

In Morn's embrace there on the sidewalk, you melted. She had such a way of effortlessly making you feel safe and loved. She had been there for you as well several times and was damn good at it. You enjoyed the feeling so much that you just sat there quietly until she got a little worried.

"Hey, did I tease you too much?" Her wry grin had been replaced with a slight frown and sympathetic brow.

"No, no..." you reassured her, savoring the dreamy feeling. "It's all good. I'm glad you're here with me. I'm glad we're... friends," you stumbled a bit over the last word.

"Me too," she gave your shoulder a little squeeze.

You both finished your pizza in silence, enjoying each others' side and the ambiance of the city street. After a moment you both tossed the greasy plates into a trash can and skateboarded back to the dorms. The courtyard was where your paths diverged, and after bidding one another goodnight and farewell, you parted. You shared your bed that night with a familiar feeling. Embarrassment, shame, and maybe even guilt. All for the way your heart skipped a beat when she put an arm around you, or the unstoppable smile when she recounted her memories of you. You weren't super familiar with love, at least not in the way Lash and Dera were, but the way Morn made you feel in recent months was more than simple friendship. You agonized over the thought that she wouldn't return those feelings. It was a miracle you managed to sleep at all.

Saturday morning arrived, and with it, a text. You groggily pulled your phone into bed with you to read it after rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It was from THA HOOLIGANZ.

Dera: hey sorry about my sass last nite. i figured y'all left early and that's cool, i was kinda doing my own thing anyway

Lash: LOL sameeee. anyway, does anyone want to meet up for coffee or something? i’d rather be hungover around you guys than my parents 😭

You considered the offer; it would be nice to actually see Lash and Dera after missing them last night. Your moment on the curb with Morn still bothered you, and a distraction from that would be nice.

You: im down, where u wanna go

Dera: u know that cute little cafe on that corner? main street i think?? the one thats literally 100% pink???

Morn: you're thinking of tokidoki cafe! i'm down to go, that’s my spot!

You sighed. This outing wouldn't be very good for distracting you from Morn if Morn was seated across from you.

Dera: thats the one. lets gooooooo

Lash: yes. literally right now. start running

Morn: thanks, but I think I'll skate there. see y'all in a bit

You: same

The morning air was crisp and cool in the way spring mornings always were. It was a shame Lash and Dera were too busy downing aspirin and chugging water to truly enjoy it. Your skateboard served you well as a means of transport on mornings like this; you and your friends were the rare few students who didn't usually sleep in on Saturdays, so you enjoyed the empty sidewalks. The soft plastic wheels gripped the concrete well enough to accommodate any street corners.

The cafe was 100% pink, as promised. The sweet, pillowy smell of crepes mingled with the robust aroma of coffee and met you as you hopped off your skateboard. The tiny size of the place made it easy to tell you were the first to arrive. You ordered the latte-crepe combo that took up the most space on the menu and sat while you waited. You were idly scrolling through your phone when you heard the rhythmic thumping of a skateboard wheels on slabs of sidewalk.

She looked painfully good as she stepped through the cafe's front door. The morning sun made her long black hair golden around the edges and she still wore that damn beanie. Her tusks poked out from her smiling lips when her eyes met yours. Illuminated by sunbeams, her well-toned arm showed every muscle and vein as she gripped her skateboard by the trucks to carry it in.

"Good morning!" she beamed at you. The employee behind the counter smiled at her knowingly.

"The usual, Morn?" he asked.

"Yep!" She quickly answered before sitting across from you, the pins on her denim jacket jingling. "You got here quickly."

"Yeah..." you answered weakly, your conversational skills still recovering from the way Morn held you last night.

"You weren't drinking last night, were you? You alright?" Of course, Morn immediately picked up that something was the matter. It would be stranger if she didn't.

"I'm fine. Where are Lash and Dera?" You deflected. As if on cue, your phone buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ chimed in.

Lash: lol srry, throwing up. cant make it

Dera: yeah same.

"Unbelievable. Those girls can't seem to show up anywhere lately." Morn had a slightly disapproving tone. She tapped away on her phone.

Morn: this is going on your attendance sheet

Lash: see u in detention, dera

Dera: enjoy your crepes you two!

You chuckled at the exchange.

"That's more like it. I like when you smile." Morn chimed in. "Do more of that."

The waiter saved you from needing to respond by stopping at your table with your orders. A steaming, folded crepe landed before you covered in a sauce just as pink as the rest of the cafe. A warm latte arrived with it and you wrapped your hands around the warm mug. It soothed you a little.

"Morn..." you began, not quite sure what you were going to say. Was this it? Were you going to lay your feelings on the table right here, right now?

"What is it? You can tell me anything." Morn leaned in over the table. "I can tell something's been bothering you lately."

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You didn't even know how to begin; should you preface it with an apology? Some sort of explanation or disclaimer?

"I don't even know if I can tell you. Like, if I can get the words out," you said before sipping your latte. You savored the taste, hoping the espresso would ground you somehow. At the very least you wouldn't be expected to talk with your mouth full.

"There's no rush. I just... I want to help. I've known you long enough that I'm sure there's something I can do." Morn hadn't even touched her crepe yet.

"Let's just, um, eat." You answered.

"Good idea. I'm sure you'll feel like yourself once you've eaten and the coffee starts kicking in." Morn nodded to herself, cutting open her fruit-filled crepe. You similarly started to work on yours. The two of you ate in silence and, for a moment, you did feel better. Fully focusing on the aromas, flavors, and textures of your breakfast stilled your trembling hands. The slightest bit of confidence grew within you halfway through the meal.

"I... um..." the words slowly formed in your mouth. Morn paused, setting down her fork and knife and looking at you intently. "I fell in love. With someone I don't think I should be in love with."

Morn listened but said nothing. She was thinking.

"How do you know it's love?"

"What?" you asked.

"How do you know it's not just a crush? Or, you know, lust?" Morn inquired. You considered the question carefully. Memories of platonic cuddles, impromptu sleepovers, and late-night conversations with Morn came to mind.

"It's love because it's lasted way longer than any crush. I trust this person, and they trust me. I'm not like Lash, pining for the new guy from across the classroom; I know this person really well."

"I see." She paused again. "Why would it be bad to love them? Wouldn't a good history make a romantic relationship easier?"

"Only if they felt the same way..." you sighed and nestled your head in your elbows.

"Ah, right..." Morn looked sheepish. "Well, personally—and I do mean personally, so it might not apply to them—if I had a long-time friend that I had feelings for, I would just tell them."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"I mean, yeah. If I and this person had such a long history of trust, then I would trust them to still be friends with me afterward if they didn't feel the same way. I'm sure it would be awkward for a while, but I really don't think it would be, you know... destructive or anything."

More memories came to you. More times where you felt completely open and vulnerable with Morn, and when she did with you. Times when you comforted each other and shared secrets under blanket forts and playground swings and gymnasium bleachers. Words formed inside your mouth, desperate to make themselves known to the world. Perhaps now would become another one of these memories. You'd look back on it in the future and remember the smell of pink crepes in the pink cafe.

"Morn... I have these feelings for you. I'm talking about you."

You fought the urge to cover your mouth, and you didn't stutter or stammer in the slightest. Though working up the courage was difficult, letting the words go was one of the easiest things you had ever done. Morn didn't react much; an eyebrow rose slowly as she finished chewing. The silence was agonizing.

"I'm happy you trust me enough to share that with me," Morn said calmly. You wanted to shout that's all?! but held your tongue. She took a sip of her latte, clearly in no rush to say more.

"So..." you began, well and truly lost. All your effort had gone into mustering courage and now you had nothing left. Even your anxiety and worry had gone, and you were strangely content, though eager, to hear Morn speak.

"So..." Morn parroted, "does that mean you want to... you know, date me? Like, romantic dates, not besties dates. Kissing dates."

Again, your impulses screamed duh!

"Um, yeah..." you said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. "I'd like that, but... only if you'd like that too."

She sipped her latte again, still calm.

"You know, over the years, I've imagined what we would be like if we were romantic with each other. Like, girlfriend-girlfriends. How could I not? We've known each other for so long."

You nodded, bidding her speak more.

"I never knew you wanted that. I can't imagine how you felt; I could tell something was wrong but I couldn't figure out what." Morn set the mug and her cutlery down, intentionally and warmly looking you in the eye. "I think...

You didn't even breathe.

"I think we should give it a shot." Morn smiled widely. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes, yes it does," you finally drew breath. If Morn was feeling a similar tumult of emotions that you were, she was hiding it considerably well. Morn wiped her lips and tusks with a napkin and got up from the table.

"Well, I've got to visit mom and pops tonight, but we've still got Sunday tomorrow. How about we have our first real date then?"

"Uh, sure!" You sat there, dumbfounded. Was it really going to be this easy?

"Cool. I'll let you pick where we go, just like most of our... non-date hangouts," she said, turning to the cashier. She gestured widely to the table. "Put it all on my tab."

"You have a crepe tab?"

Morn chuckled. Making her way to the door, the sunlight caught her hair and skin deliciously.

"I'm a regular. Anyway," she grabbed her skateboard, "see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." You answered. She gave you one last toothy grin and stepped out before gliding out of sight, disappearing past the edge of the window. You rested your chin in your hands and sighed like a lovestruck teenager in a coming-of-age movie. Before long, your window-gazing session was interrupted by an employee.

"All done, ma'am?" he asked politely.

"Uh, yes. Sorry, I was spacing out."

"No, it's all good. Thanks for coming by, and if you don't mind me saying..." he looked somewhat pensive.

"What?"

"Don't tell Morn I said this since she's proven that she could snap me in half like a twig, but... speaking as the crepe guy she visits several times a week, I think she's a good match for you."

"But you've never met me before. Maybe once or twice, but—"

"She's told me all about you. All good things, don't worry. It's less about you and more about how Morn talks about you. She gushes when she mentions you, seriously." He paused awkwardly then started to clean up the table. "I've said too much."

"No, thank you," you said. "It's good to know."

"Glad I could help. Anyway... um, thanks for coming in." He waved at you as you got up and left. You nodded and made your exit.

Back at your dorm, you couldn't decide if you wanted to pace or lay in bed and kick your legs. You had so much energy inside you, trapped. It was equally nervous and thrilling. You wondered how Morn kept herself so well composed; something in the back of your mind nagged at you, wondering if it was because she didn't really feel that strongly for you. Enough, you thought to yourself. Morn was your best friend for almost as long as you could remember. She wouldn't toy with you like that. Hell, she explained her entire thought process on the topic before you even confessed to her.

You decided to pace to distract yourself. Those thoughts weren't helpful. Right now you had to choose a place for your first officially non-platonic date. It was never this hard to pick a place to hang out with Morn before...

Then, an idea. It sprung into your mind out of nowhere, and it just felt right. You made sure that the place was open on Sunday, checked the ticket prices... it was perfect. You readied your phone to text Morn the details... but Lash had already sent you a private message. You opened the notification.

Lash: yo how did crepes go?? sorry i no-showed

Your brow furrowed a bit. Lash's random interest was a bit strange, even more so since she was hungover. A dehydrated, vomiting Lash was bedridden for a good half-day in your experience.

You: the cafe was cool! the crepes were good

Unsure if you should be forthcoming about your new development with Morn, you figured they could find out tomorrow once your first "real date" was underway. A change like that would likely be a big deal in your friend group, so a text message wouldn't do the announcement justice anyway.

Lash: how's Morn?

You: shes fine? did something happen??

Lash: no lol, just wondering lol

Two "lol" in one text? You wanted to indulge your suspicions and investigate further, but you decided to leave it at that. You had a date to arrange.

You: still at your parents' place?

Morn: yeah, I'll be back in town tomorrow though

You: k, cool. does meeting at the aviary at 2pm work?

Morn: yeah definitely! what made you pick the aviary?

You: idk if you remember, it was so long ago, but it was the first school field trip we went on as friends

There was a pause as Morn's typing bubble hovered on your screen.

Morn: 😭OMG YOURE SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY😭

Morn: i cant wait to see you tomorrow!!!

You: me too 💕

Your phone landed on your bed with a thump and that nervous energy returned with a vengeance. More pacing, more leg-kicking, even some giggles. This situation felt both extremely real and like a scene from a movie; you never imagined this sort of thing happened in real life, especially in yours. Against all previous expectations, things were going fine. It was thrilling, scary, and made your heart race, but it was going fine. The homework you had to do took a back seat to your excited daydreaming and scheming about tomorrow. You thought about how you would greet her, how you would hug, if and how you would go for a kiss, walking while holding her hand... predictably, sleeping that night was incredibly difficult.

In the morning, you finally executed the plans you fantasized about prior. You decided to err on the side of being overdressed, picking an outfit that wasn't formal but still a little more special than what you would usually wear. You showered, brushed your teeth, swished some mouthwash, and even flossed! Breath mints, a small assortment of Morn's favorite snacks, and an extra water bottle found their way into your bag. If you were going to overthink, then you would take advantage and be overprepared as well. Squeaky clean, dressed to impress, and with a heftier bag than usual, you skateboarded down to the aviary intent on arriving ten minutes early.

The journey was uneventful save for your steadily increasing heart rate. By the time you were waiting for her by the entrance gate, you were fully flustered. You stood still with a kind smile on your face, but anything more complex would have been asking too much of you. The mental rehearsal in your mind's eye ran over and over again: smile, say hi, hug. Smile, say hi, hug. These were all things you had done with Morn before, but with platonic intent instead of this newfound "why not?" intimacy. With how calm and composed Morn had appeared throughout this whole process, you felt as if you were at a disadvantage somehow. You worried in a juvenile sort of way that she was too cool for you.

The way she pulled up to the aviary in her car didn't help that worry at all. Her ride, an old, angular, black thing that roared like a beast, was her pride and joy. She had practically built the thing herself with the number of parts she swapped out of it. It was fully manual and she had the skills to maneuver it gracefully into the parking space. Out from it stepped your actual, honest-to-god, bonafide date.

She smiled at you and your brain melted. You held up a hand in a sort of mellow wave, offering a faint grin. By the time she closed the distance, your simple three-step plan was gone with the wind. Luckily she also decided that greeting with a hug was the correct choice and you were in her embrace quickly. You paused before realizing you should probably return the gesture and wrap your arms around her as well.

"It's so good to see you! You look great," she said, pulling away and looking you over.

"You too..." you breathed, taking your own chance to get a proper look. Her outfit was just as sleek and dark as her car: a pair of black jeans with accompanying boots, a matching leather jacket, and of course, that classic burgundy beanie to top it off.

"Shall we?" She extended a green, competent hand to you. She wasn't wearing her driving gloves today, which was good for your composure; otherwise, you would have well and truly swooned. You accepted her grasp and she gave your hand a firm squeeze before strolling with you to the ticket booth. Thanks to your student IDs, you got in with discounted admission.

The aviary itself was fairly large, and on this particular Sunday, you and Morn practically had the place to yourselves. Other than the idle chatter of a few other scattered visitors, there was only the sound of wind in the leaves and bird calls. The two of you meandered between the exhibits, chatting but not about much in particular. Instead, you were simply content to enjoy each other's company and look at the birds. The birds liked looking at you, too; at one point a pair of free-roaming peacocks followed you and Morn around the aviary.

"Looks like it's a double date," Morn quipped, gesturing to the two plumy birds. They were both mostly brown and lacking the massive, fan-shaped tails.

"They're a pair of girls too. Male peacocks are the ones with the crazy feathers," you noted.

"It's almost like having Lash and Dera tagging along." Morn chuckled. "In fact, if they keep failing to show up these birds would make good replacements."

You looked at the two peacocks, who had started preening each other's feathers.

"Do you think they're besties or girlfriends?" You playfully asked. "That's some pretty intense preening."

"Maybe they're both, like us." Morn wrapped an arm around you and offered you her shoulder. You melted again. "If you had feathers, I'd be preening you right now."

"If I knew how to return that compliment, I would." You said, deliciously rattled by her closeness and warmth.

"I have an idea... if you're cool with it." Morn kept holding you close, turning to make eye contact with you. You faced her and realized how close you were. Trapped in her gaze, you couldn't speak. You gave a faint nod.

The first thing you felt was her tusks on your cheeks. They met the corners of your mouth, pressing gently just before her lips met yours. In reality, the kiss was a quick peck. In your mind, time froze. You could no longer hear the birds calling or wind blowing, only the sound of your heart beating like a drum and a feeling like fire in your chest. Morn pulled away from the kiss with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry if my tusks poked you. I'm still getting the hang of that."

"Hey, practice makes perfect, right?" you let slip with a suaveness that surprised even you. Morn's eyes widened in surprise before she let out a hearty laugh.

"That's the spirit!" She cheered, squeezing you hard. "I'm gonna hold you to it, so be aware: I'm gonna kiss you a bunch more before we're out of here."

"That's fine by me." You couldn't do anything else but giggle. Morn gave you another peck immediately after, angling her head a bit so her tusks didn't have such a lead on her lips. Your first kiss with Morn was perfect as far as you were concerned, but this second one was a bit more graceful.

"Better?" she asked.

"Better."

Your stroll through the aviary continued in this fashion: chatting about this and that, generally gushing about each other and punctuated by more quick kisses. It was strange to have a first date with someone that you knew so well, but you weren't complaining in the slightest. Each kiss felt natural and fun, not nerve-wracking and awkward as in the dates of your past. Before all this, you scoffed at yourself for wishing that there was a switch you could toggle to go from best friends to girlfriends, but so far it seemed to work precisely like that.

To the sound of your giggling, the sun was poised to set soon. The aviary closed early because it was Sunday, and you found yourself with Morn leaning against the gleaming hood of her car. You saw your reflection in it, the two of you framed by the orange sky. She came to your side, attaching to you like a magnet.

"It's probably time we headed home, huh?" she suggested.

"Yeah, probably," you replied reluctantly. "I almost don't want it to end."

"It doesn't have to." Morn smiled. "Did you really think I'd kiss you goodnight and leave you on the curb?"

You giggled. That would certainly be the plan for a first date with a stranger, but this was Morn.

"You could come by and hang out with me in my dorm for a bit?" she asked.

"I'd love to." You answered. Her dorm building and yours were right next to each other, after all. She stood up from the hood of her car and opened the passenger side door, offering the seat to you. Not long after stowing your skateboard in the trunk, you were cruising through the city streets bound for the university. Morn's focus made the ride a smooth one, her hands expertly gripping the steering wheel and gear shifter. She wore a focused but pleased expression as she deftly maneuvered the growling vehicle.

"Oh!" Her concentration broke. "We should get food! We haven't eaten at all."

Tires squealed as she veered right, making a turn she wasn't expecting to make. You gripped your armrest and giggled. The engine roared and, within moments, delivered you to a drive-through whose location Morn seemed to know by heart. She was so familiar with it that she blew past the lit-up menu and instead went directly to order.

"Don't worry, I'll get you something you'll like." She reassured you before making it out of the drive-through, takeout bag in hand, in record time. The bag landed in your lap and delicious smells wafted from it. You were tempted to peek inside and sample its contents, but even while entranced with Morn's driving skills you knew eating in her car was a no-no. Untoasted Pop-Tarts during a late-night study session on her bed were okay but her car was like a temple. You folded the top of the bag to make it easier to resist the temptation.

After she had parked and gotten out of the car, you followed her with takeout bag in one hand and skateboard in the other. This late on a Sunday night, the sky was a deep navy. Stark white light from the lamp posts illuminated the web of pathways that connected the dorms, parking lots, student union, and myriad other places you'd typically skateboard solo to.

A few beeping locks later, you made it to Morn's dorm room. Like yours, it was spartan and tiny, but it belonged to her and her alone. You set the bag down on the solitary table and determined to chow down, but Morn caught your attention. She sat on the twin-sized bed that you had shared with her many times before; platonically, of course. She had an expression that you couldn't quite decipher.

"You okay?" You asked, not sure where to begin.

"I'm great, actually," she said, brushing her hair out of the way so she could look at you. "Sorry if I overdid it with the kisses earlier—"

"You didn't," you interjected.

"I just... It felt great to kiss you. I don't know if it's just my nerves, or the newness of it all, or something else, but... I'm kicking myself for not making the first move on you sooner." She looked away, blushing a forest green on her cheeks. You sat next to her on the bed before she could say anything more.

"Hey, don't feel bad just because I was moping for a bit. The fact I was so worried is proof that you can't really know how someone feels about you until you ask. Even if you were friends since forever ago." You reversed the usual arrangement by wrapping your arm around her. She chuckled softly.

"I can't believe I was stressing myself out over random sorority chicks at parties rejecting me. Being with you just feels so much better than the dating apps and the parties and shit like that," Morn sighed. "I know it's technically only our first date but I really think we're something special."

"We are special," you held her tighter, "we went on our first date after... what, a decade and a half of knowing each other? That kind of history sure beats cheesy Tinder pick-up lines."

"Sure does," Morn punctuated her sentence with a kiss. Instead of giving you a quick peck, she pressed her lips into yours even harder. Within the privacy of her dorm room, your heart fluttered at the notion of Morn being able to do whatever she wanted to you. You felt the beginnings of her tongue at your lips, then she pulled away and took a deep breath. Her face was inches from yours as you caught your breath.

"I really like kissing you," Morn uttered. "Now that we're alone... are you okay if I really kiss you?"

"Really kiss me?" you teased. She got even closer.

"Please?" She played along with her best begging tone.

"Go ham." She kissed you again, giggling at your choice of words with her lips pressed against yours once more. She immediately cradled your head in her strong hands, gently placing you into a reclining position. There wasn't much room, but she managed to fit alongside you in the twin-sized bed all without breaking the kiss. You opened your eyes after pulling away to breathe, and all you could see were her dandelion-colored irises.

"I'm gonna go again," She said, smiling. "I just had to get a good look at you first."

"You can do whatever you want, Morn." You grabbed her arm and placed her hand on you. "Just don't keep me waiting."

Morn kissed you hard for the third time, the hand you held now caressing your body ravenously. As her tongue gently played at your lips, her hand found its way to your chest and played with your breasts. She hardly gave you time to gasp, coming back to your mouth with fervor. Her tongue met yours in earnest now, both of you closing the space on the bed between you. Her body flush with yours, you could feel every muscle as she held you close.

You felt one of her legs settle in between your thighs, and you whined into her mouth as she teasingly rubbed you against it. Even fully clothed the sensation was electric, no doubt due to the person giving it to you. Many nights alone had involved fantasies just like this. Now they were coming true.

Desperately, you began grinding yourself against her leg. You chased the sensation as far as you could, moaning into Morn's kiss. Just as you felt yourself approaching the edge, she removed herself from you. Her leg pulled away and the kiss stopped. You opened your eyes, bewildered. Morn had gotten off the bed and kneeled just next to it, her eyes level with your aching need. She grabbed the waistband of your bottoms before looking you in the eyes again.

"You said you didn't want me to keep you waiting," she grinned, tusks glistening. "This okay?"

"It's more than okay... stop teasing me!" You whined. She nodded, pulling your bottoms off entirely before hovering in between your legs. You could feel her breathe on you through your underwear. God, she was so close; you twitched with each puff of warm breath. Her tusks brushed against the inside of your thighs. With a tentative finger she eased your underwear out of the way, gently planting kisses all around your bare mound. She held your legs in place as they twitched and reacted to her electric touch. She deliberately avoided your tender nub with her warm lips. She was playing with you.

"Morn, please," you begged. She paused to look up at you and give a toothy grin.

"You're so cute when you're frustrated," she teased, quickly going back for more. She felt unimaginably warm against your already hot entrance. It wasn't unlike all those other times you melted at Morn's touch, only now it was so intense you couldn't help but let out gasps and squeaks. She held nothing back this time. Hungrily, she lapped at your slit, each lick finishing with a flourish on your sensitive little nub. You mewled in time with her curling tongue.

"Oh! That's— ah! So good!" You moaned, your back beginning to arch as you squirmed around on the mattress.

"You flatter me," Morn uttered between licks, looking proud. You saw something in her eye before she let go of one of your thighs and brought her hand to your entrance. Her tongue didn't let up at all as she slowly introduced one of her substantial fingers. It fit comfortably inside you at first, but you gasped hard when it started moving. Morn added another soon after, stretching you deliciously.

"I'm gonna come if you keep that up," you panted, your face burning red and lungs desperate for air.

"My pleasure," Morn said before redoubling her efforts. Her fingers curled inside you, making a "come hither" motion that made your hips rock. By this point, Morn's tongue had trouble staying on you as you writhed. You gasped with every finger curl, well and truly lost in the heat of the moment.

"Ah! Morn!" You cried, rocking yourself against her fingers desperate for more. She gave up on trying to lick your nub, instead palming one of your breasts with her other hand and pinning you to the bed. With the new leverage, she worked your insides with her fingers, pumping them in and out of you with her muscular arm. You could see sweat beading on her taut green skin.

"Come for me. I wanna see you come," Morn urged. You could do little else but cry out and oblige her. Your body spasmed hard as you cried out gibberish interspersed with her lovely name. Her fingers didn't stop rubbing against your inner walls, leaving you breathless and faint and tightly wound around her. The coiling pleasure within you finally snapped. Your back arched, completely leaving the bed as Morn pressed her lips into yours. She kissed you hungrily as you wailed into her mouth. There was nothing in your mind but the feeling of her fingers coaxing you through the height of your bliss and holding you there for as long as possible. When the pleasure finally started to subside and your breath returned to you, Morn finally withdrew her fingers and lips and wiped her forehead. She smiled at you wordlessly.

"I love you, Morn," you said, panting. There was nothing else to say, nothing else on your mind. If you had given yourself that sort of bliss on a lonely night, you would be drowsy and lethargic. Instead, with Morn turning her love for you into pleasure that made you cry out and curl, you had never felt more alive. She gave you a moment to catch your breath. Leaving your lips unkissed, she sat by your side and stroked your hair.

"I love you too," she planted a quick kiss on your forehead. "Are you tired?"

You shook your head enthusiastically. Sure, you would likely be sore in a few hours, but you wouldn't dream of denying Morn more of you.

"Good, because I wanna get off too." She chuckled and pecked your lips. Undressing herself completely, she helped you out of what clothes remained until you were both completely bare. You were completely flush against her on the bed once more, your skin perfectly complimenting her green form. Her body was toned and full, muscled yet smooth. Even after all you had just been through, the sight of her still made your heart skip.

"I've always wanted to try this. Spread your legs," she commanded, gently grasping your ankles. You complied and she lifted one of your legs aloft just in front of her as if about to hug it. Still holding your leg pointed toward the ceiling, she straddled your dripping warmth with her own. She eased herself onto you and those lovely electric feelings returned. She moaned for the first time, her pleasured sounds like music to your ears.

The position was a little awkward and bent your back in a strange way, but the feeling of her slick sex pressed against yours was delicious.

"I'm gonna start moving," Morn said. She initiated a gentle rocking motion that made you both gasp. The friction between the two of you felt gorgeous and you soon found yourself reciprocating with your hips. Interlocked and sharing the same squeaks and mewls, you wanted desperately to kiss her but couldn't. You had to lay there at her mercy as Morn clung to your leg and ground herself into you. She doubled up on her pace.

"Oh, shit," Morn groaned, both with pleasure and with effort. She had the same expression as when she was driving; when her head wasn't thrown back with a sigh, she was looking at you with love but also intent. Her grinding made you moan and her glare made you shiver delightfully. You had never felt anything like this before, nor had you even fantasized about Morn pressed up against you like this.

"This feels amazing... ah! Morn..." you sighed between yelps when the friction between you peaked.

"I—I..." Morn gasped, her entire face contorted and flushed. She had brought you to your peak once already, and now you wanted nothing more than to see her reach her own ecstasy.

"Please, Morn, come," you pleaded, mirroring her own urgency when she had brought you to orgasm earlier.

"No, I... Shit, I've got a cramp." She sighed, this time tinged with disappointment as she stopped her grinding. "Ouch." She gently disentangled herself from you, rubbing her thigh. The realization that her creased brow had come from pain and not pleasure embarrassed you a bit, an emotion that Morn echoed.

"Hey, it's okay." You sat up and held her shoulder. Her eyes were downcast as she massaged the cramp out of her muscled thigh. "Just so you know, I'm having a great time."

"You were having a great time." She winced as she shifted her kneeling weight on the bed. "Serves me right for thinking I could fuck like a pornstar on the first date, huh?"

"I already came once, Morn," you reminded her. Sitting alongside her, equally naked and sweaty, there was a clarity in the air that made it effortless to speak your mind. You felt bold, yet comfortable. You felt like you wanted more of Morn's body. "Let me take care of you. I think I can make this work."

"Take the lead, babe," Morn relented. The way she said babe made you giddy inside, but you were focused on her now. "Just mind the leg, it still freakin' hurts."

"Morn, when I say I'm gonna take care of you, I mean it. Just lie down," you said, easing her onto her back. With the positions reversed, you had a moment to look her up and down. Laid bare before you and anticipating your next move, the sight of her awoke something within you. Something that told you not to hold back.

You practically pounced atop her, squarely laying yourself on her body. She met you with a kiss that you eagerly returned. You channeled all your built-up desire to please her into that kiss, at the same time aligning your mound with hers. It took a few tries, but eventually, you found the angle where your clit could meet hers without requiring pornstar-style flexibility. Pleasure jolted through both of you and she broke the kiss to gasp.

"Told you I could make it work," you grinned, focusing now on the movement of your hips. You started slowly at first as to not tire yourself out but quickly increased the pace as the coiling warmth inside you grew. Instead of kissing her, you buried your face in her shoulder so you could hear her sing. With every roll of your hips she moaned, louder and louder as you humped her harder and harder.

"Oh, god, babe," Morn panted. You could feel her frenzied breath on your neck as she cried out. You could feel your own orgasm building but all you cared about was her.

"Tell me how you feel," you commanded, maintaining your hips' pace. "I want you to come so bad."

"Keep going," Morn grunted. "I'm close, I'm so fucking close!"

You furthered your efforts, grinding your desperate nub into hers with vigor. You panted as you began to feel tingles in your extremities and your breath became impossibly tight. Morn matched your desperation, her hips weakly pushing upwards so that her mound would meet yours sooner. Just a little more! More! You shouted to yourself mentally as Morn's hands squeezed your waist to signal her impending orgasm.

You frantically let go of her body with one hand, giving up precious leverage in order to make sure Morn couldn't escape the pleasure you were giving her. There was nothing you wanted more than to reach the peak together. You gently caught her pearl between your fingers and rolled it as you ground into her, drawing out deep moans from her. She spasmed in your grasp, gasping in time with your own pleased sighs.

"Oh god!" She cried out, throwing her head back into the piled-up blankets. Her whole body tensed and you could feel each of her rippling muscles press against you in a desperate bid to ride out her orgasm. You followed soon after, the air forced from your lungs as an explosion of tingling warmth knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was cry out with her and press your nub into hers where your hand was still at work. You rubbed and rolled, trying your best to prolong the mutual climax before finally catching your breath and collapsing into Morn's tired embrace.

With your body limp and your face buried in her neck, you could feel her breasts rise and fall with each breath. You held each other loosely for a moment, just listening to her breathe. After only a few heartbeats, she started giggling.

"What's so funny?" you asked, lifting your heavy head to look at her.

"Nothing," she stifled her giggles, a tear rolling down her cheek. "That was just really, really good."

"Are you crying?" You asked, concerned but secretly proud of your handiwork.

"No, I'm not crying. I'm tearing up, there's a difference," she chuckled. "Thank you."

"Thank you. You're the one that started it," you cooed, stroking her hair. "plus, you ate me out first so I think I owe you."

"It's on the house," Morn sighed contently. "But you're still on me... could you roll over, please?"

"Oh, sorry!" you quickly shifted your weight off of her and onto the mattress.

"Don't worry about it, I just figured the bed was softer than me." She chuckled again.

You said nothing, instead opting to resume your embrace with her from the side. She reciprocated, rolling over so she could be the big spoon. She wrapped her arms around you snugly.

"Ah, shit," Morn cursed under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" You craned your neck a bit to see her golden eyes in your periphery.

"Our food is definitely cold by now," she grumbled, "and I don't have a microwave."

“I’ve got snacks in my bag.” You replied.

Morn readied a compliment, but delayed when both your phones buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ had something to say.

“What is it now?” Morn rolled over and grabbed her phone, reading the messages as they rolled in. You did the same.

“What the…?”

Lash: did you two kiss yet???

Dera: they did more than that 😳😳😳

Morn shot you a look of disbelief before tapping away frantically.

Morn: wtf are you guys talking about?

You: ^

Lash: the crepe date! u two are dating now right?

You: what do u mean crepe date? the breakfast u failed to show up to u mean??

Lash: lol, relax. we just thought you two needed some time alone. for the record, i was actually hung over. me and dera just agreed you two needed to talk it out

Dera: seriously, u look at Morn the way she looks at crepes, and she looks at u the way Lash looks at literally anyone

Lash: or the way u look at dudes bulges

Dera: shut up

“I…” Morn began, jaw agape. “I don’t know if I should be mad or amazed. I’m both.”

“They set us up like lonely freshmen.” You shook your head, chuckling.

Lash: u two are dating now right???

Morn: yes dumbass

You: can confirm

Lash: CUTEEEEE

Dera: morn fucks on the first date. respect.

You: wait how- what?

Dera: ur in Morn’s dorm right

Your texting was interrupted by three solid thumps coming through the wall.

Dera: i’m right next door and these dorms are made of fucking paper

Morn: hey, i’ve dealt with hearing every single time you slept with some guy. fair is fair

Dera: no judgment from me!

Lash: suddenly i’m glad i still live with my parents…

You put your phone down as you really didn’t have much to say. Morn gave up on it as well, your phones resting together on the floor. She resumed spooning you and a moment later, you felt her chest start to heave with laughter; a hearty laugh loud enough for Dera to hear through the walls. You joined her, laughing until your diaphragm ached. The whole situation, the realization that Dera and Lash knew before either of you did and that they had a master plan… utterly ridiculous. It was like something out of a movie, yet with your arms wrapped around one of Morn’s, completely real. You feared this was all a dream, and as soon as you succumbed to sleep in Morn’s cozy twin bed, it would dissolve.

Morn could tell sleep started to take you.

“I love you,” she whispered into your ear. She squeezed you tight. You had never been more sure of anything in your life that Morn would still be cuddling you when you woke up.

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imerdwarf · 3 years

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Sworn To Secrecy

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms: Hey colleague ❤️ I really love your writing! So I also thought to send you an idea 😊 The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend but just a normal civilian and he keeps it a secret at the compound. One day she visits him but crosses the other Avengers and Sam is immediately flirting with you but Bucky just comes, swoops you in his arms and kisses you. The others are shocked and confused and later that day they finally tell them they’ve been together for a while now and they are all happy for you two? 😊

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just a lot of fluff 🥰

Author's Notes: Thank you so much my dear friend for sending in this beautiful request, I hope you like it and please let me know if there's anything you want me to change! 💜

Your phone vibrated in the palm of your hand and your smile reached both corners of your eyes when you saw the name light up your screen.

Bucky: I can't wait to see you, how long until you get here?

Your fingers flew quickly over the touch sensitive keyboard to reply back, without any typos might I add.

Y/N: I'm five minutes away. Patience! ;)

The wind blew in your face as you tilted your head upwards and sighed. Your relationship with Bucky Barnes was absolutely not the easiest thing in the world. He had made you sworn to secrecy about it, to protect yourself and him from potential haters and enemies.

You were grateful that you were able to spend a lot of time together when he didn't have month-long missions to go on. The sunny afternoons were spent in your small apartment on the couch watching movies with a blanket draped over the two of you, often accompanied by a hot chocolate made from his secret recipe.

Everything about Bucky screamed safety; his big beefy frame, bulging biceps that he just knew you loved and deliberately bought small sizes to show them off, his thick thighs were a dream for you whenever you draped your legs over them to get comfortable. Nothing about him scared you, not even that matte black and gold Wakandan inspired arm of his. It did wonders when you were burning up with fevers.

You met Bucky by chance at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was a cliché moment when you accidentally turned around too quickly and spilled your hot drink over his white shirt. Endless apologies spilled from your lips while Bucky was too busy admiring your beautiful features that your words simply fell on deaf ears. To Bucky, it felt as though time had temporarily stopped ticking, and the only people in the coffee shop at that moment was you and him.

The two of you exchanged numbers with your promises of buying him a brand new shirt to replace the one you ruined. You texted each other every second of every day. The more you talked, the easier and the flirty-er the texts became.

A month after the coffee shop incident, you almost keeled over when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. He regretted he couldn't take you on a date because of his status, and that never really bothered you.

You didn't date him because he was a popular avenger, with a staggering 100 million followers on his Instagram. For your protection, he couldn't follow you either, but that too didn't bother you. You dated him because you loved his personality and you loved him.

You zig-zagged past the oncoming pedestrians as the tower came into view. Outside of the gates there was already a crowd of people hoping to catch a glimpse of the avengers.

The security guard in the booth next to the gate was trying to reason with the crowd, sadly a building this well known attracted all kinds of attention and tourism. You were told that people from Australia would come to visit.

You approached the guard with a friendly smile. "Good afternoon sir," you greeted politely, pulling some I.D out from your purse.

"Good afternoon! Are you expected here today?" The guard smiled but looked over your shoulder to see the crowd was now taking pictures of the front of the tower. He shooed them away and brought his attention back to you.

"Yes, Sergeant James Barnes is expecting me." The way his name rolled off your tongue was like drops of honey. Smooth and sweet.

The guard checked the list of visitors expected today and hummed with a smile.

"So he is. So what you do is, go to the front desk with your visitor badge and they'll direct you to his floor."

With a quiet thanks and holding on tightly to the badge, you walk through the screeching iron gates. Your shoes crunch underneath the gravel and the wind howls through the trees that gives off extra privacy.

The lady at reception greets you warmly and you relax when you give her your name and show her your visitor badge as directed by the security guard.

"Take the elevator and go to floor 13. Sergeant Barnes is currently in a meeting but he won't be too long." Another thank you passes through your lips as you head off towards the glass and chrome elevator.

The ride up to the 13 floors was agonisingly slow. Classical music filled the emptiness of the elevator. The glass casing gave you a beautiful view overlooking the grounds of the compound. A rose garden of all different shades of roses up the far left of the green garden surrounded by cherry blossoms and hydrangeas. Benches scattered across the grounds that you hoped to one day have the pleasure of sitting on and watch the bumblebees.

This was another reason Bucky loved you so much, you were so passionate and kind against wildlife and nature.

Finally, after god knows how long you've been staring out into the garden daydreaming, the elevator doors ding open and you're greeted with a muscular blond God with a red Cape hung over his back and a creepy wide grin on his face. His scruffy hair made you think he hadn't washed it in a few days.

"I was expecting someone else, but hello!" His voice seemed to boom throughout the space of whatever room this actually was. Some kind of hallway, but you're pretty sure you would hear his voice from all the way from that beautiful garden.

"Uh hello!" You stuttered, taken by surprise that there would be other people here.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder!" His arms went wide and so did his smile. Your mouth gaped open and closed when you recognised the name. Thor. God of thunder. Of course, you read about these gods and how he ruled Asgard. Or was set to.

"Thor! Of course," you chuckled nervously, stretching your hand out in front of you, "I'm Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Please follow me and allow me to introduce you to my mortal friends," you chuckled at that line, and adjusted your sweater.

"Friends, mortals! We have a guest, this is Y/N, A human of Earth." Thor stepped aside and your eyes widened; you were only standing in the same room as the avengers, the same people Bucky spoke so highly of. Thor told you the names of the people in front of you, everyone was there and you wondered where the hell Bucky was.

Tony was the first one to step forward and looked you up and down by moving his tinted glasses to the bridge of his nose. You relaxed when he smiled, but only slightly. You realised they had not asked why some stranger was standing in their living room.

"You know who I am?" Tony asked smugly, his arms folded over his chest.

You nodded, your eyes flickered down his chest, his arc reactor lit up in a bright blue. You almost reached out to touch it but stopped yourself before you could.

"Uh yes. You're Tony I believe?" You blushed under their gazes. Bucky told you they were the best people, but to you they were very intimidating.

"Very good. What brings you to my tower?"

"I'm here to see—"

"Wow! Who is this?" A voice yelled out from behind you. A guy you recognised as Sam, or Falcon, or Birdbrain as Bucky liked to call him.

"Y/N!" Thor answered before you could, the rest of the avengers took a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, hi," a small laugh came out and it made your cheeks heat up when his eyes raked over your form.

"My, my. You are gorgeous!" He kept that grin on his lips as he stepped closer. His over-sprayed cologne was suffocating you. "Beautiful, just perfect, just—"

"Mine!" Bucky yelled from the doorway as he stormed past Sam to get to you. You bit your lip to hide the growing grin and failed, he swooped you up in his arms, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun the two of you around and kissed you.

Cat calls sounded from the couch and you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away for air, the expressions on everyone's faces told you they needed and wanted an explanation.

You could only imagine the questions they wanted to ask; how did you know Bucky Barnes? How did a soldier and an assassin manage to keep a relationship so hidden under the eyes of a mind-reader and a super intelligent spy? How did Bucky not slip up to Steve about having a girlfriend? All valid questions of course.

Bucky lowered you back down on your feet and pressed his forehead against yours. Without giving the team an answer, he slipped his hand in yours and pulled you away, leaving the superheroes with confusion etched upon their faces.

Bucky gave you a thorough tour of the tower. He showed you the gym, the kitchen where he made you his favourite sandwich, he even showed you his room. It was painted in a light blue with white curtains and blinds, thick, soft cream carpet covered the floor and his bed was as soft as a cloud. It was a lot more comfortable than your bed, that's for sure.

Later that day, Tony ordered a takeout and invited everyone to the dining room to eat, including you. The way Bucky's hand was slung protectively around your shoulder didn't go amiss by anyone in the room. It was when he finally sat down did the questions start.

"Alright, what's the deal with you two? Is this a prank? Is he paying you darling?" Sam fired off first, pointing his fork at the two of you opposite him.

Bucky glared at him from calling you 'darling', from where you were sat you could hear the heavy breathing. Your hand slipped into your lap and into his, giving his thigh a firm squeeze to keep calm.

"Y/N is not being paid!" Bucky defended, outraged he could even think such a thing.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of water before speaking, "it's true and I understand it's a shock but Bucky is actually my boyfriend and has been for the past couple of months," you smiled, proud of the fact you were in a relationship with this man and it was no longer secret.

"How the hell did that happen?" Tony queried, waving his chopsticks in the air, flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"What, you think I'm not capable of meeting people?" Bucky challenged, not really enjoying the interrogation which was the whole reason he didn't want to say anything at the beginning.

"Well of course I wouldn't be surprised if it was Capsicle here but it's you," Tony snorted.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bucky was yelling and turning red with anger when Nat sought the opportunity to take the heat off the two men.

"So, Y/N. Tell us about yourself."

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evafrechette · 3 years

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With A Little Help From My Hyung

↠ yoongi x seokjin | smut | friends to lovers, slow burn | 18+ | 2.4k

↠ Summary: Seokjin is the best roommate Yoongi could have asked for, he’s funny, respectful, a good cook and incredibly handsome. That’s a big problem though - because Yoongi has a constant boner over him.

↠ Warnings: eventual smut, drama queen yoongi, oblivious seokjin, blowjobs, standing sex, yoongi enjoys seokjin carrying him around, anal sex, yoongi is clumsy and hurts himself, which is a great excuse to have seokjin look after him, the other members make a small appearance, my fic usually has a few swear words, hyung kink???

"Hyung, stop it. Leave me alone." Yoongi's deep voice grumbled defiantly.

"Aish, quit being a baby Yoongi-yah, let me help." Seokjin held his hand out to the smaller man who sat on the cold concrete ground below him, food scattered around his aching body, tangerines rolling down the sidewalk.

Yoongi slapped away Seokjin's hand, scowling at his annoying roommate. He got onto his knees and attempted to stand, wincing in pain the moment he put pressure onto his left foot. Only moments before he and Seokjin had left the convenience store, arms full of energy drinks, jelly candy, ramen and tangerines. But Yoongi being Yoongi was busy in his own world and didn't notice the patch of ice on the footpath right in front of him, once his foot touched the slippery ice he slipped and wobbled about, struggling to balance before his legs came out from under him, falling directly onto his ass. Paper bag flying out of his grip, contents spilling onto the sidewalk.

He tried to stand again, taking his time as he clung onto Seokjin's arm, managing to get himself upright, left foot hovering above the ground, but when he placed it firmly against the sidewalk pain shot up his leg and he suddenly felt faint. "Shit, I think it's broken Hyung." He looked up into Seokjin's eyes, refusing to let the tears spill. Yoongi was in pain, a lot of fucking pain but he couldn't let his hyung see him be a cry baby.

"You hit the ground hard but it's probably just a sprain or something, I doubt it's broken. You're a real drama queen Min Yoongi. Can you stand by yourself for a bit?" Yoongi nodded in reply and let go of the elders arm, watching as he carefully rushed around picking up the spilled food and shoved it into his own bag. Seokjin walked back to Yoongi, spinning around so his back faced the man. He crouched down, holding the overfilled paper bag tight against his chest. "Jump on Yoongi-ah, and don't even try it with me. I'm your Hyung you have to listen to me."

Yoongi rolled his eyes but slowly hobbled over to his taller roommate, awkwardly jumping onto his back, arms wrapping around Seokjin's neck, and his short legs around his waist when the older man stood. "I don't have to listen to shit." He mumbled into Seokjin's messy brown hair. Seokjin let out his trademark high pitched laugh as he carried his injured roommate back towards their apartment, "You're so full of it Yoongi."

The walk would usually only take five minutes, but carrying a grown man (who enjoyed complaining every few minutes) had a part in the trip taking close to twenty. Yoongi laid his head on Seokjin's wide shoulders and enjoyed the way his oversized blue shirt smelled of a calming mix of lavender and vanilla bean, he took a mental note to check what brand of washing powder the man used when he got home.

Something about being carried on Seokjin's back made Yoongi's belly flip, he had never felt so small and vulnerable in his life. He was the strong one of their group - the pit bull, small but tough, with an acid tongue that could make a grown man cry. But being carried around by his cute, tall, goofy roommate was actually kind of comforting, it felt nice to snuggle against his broad shoulders.

Yoongi could feel his cheeks heating up, he had been crushing on his video game loving roommate for a few months now. At first the blond thought they were just compatible roommates, respecting each others boundaries and privacy, they quickly became friends bonding over their love of cooking, but along the way Yoongi developed feelings. His eyes lingering on Seokjin longer than what was socially acceptable, sneakily scooching closer to his side on the couch while he watched Seokjin get annihilated playing video games and "accidentally" falling asleep during their movie marathon nights, head resting comfortably against Seokjin's shoulder. But Yoongi knew nothing would come of his little crush so he kept his feelings locked away and instead tried to focus on their good friendship instead.

Seokjin carefully placed Yoongi on the couch, pushing a cushion under his now swollen foot. He rushed off to Yoongi's room and returned with a blanket which he draped over the smaller man. With a happy hum he walked towards the kitchen and Yoongi watched with lovesick eyes as he put away their food shopping. Everytime Seokjin reached up for the top shelf his shirt would raise a little, giving Yoongi a glimpse of the tantalising caramel skin underneath. Yoongi longed to drag his calloused fingertips along that skin, to leave small kisses down Seokjin's spine, along his lower back and down over his firm ass. He sought to taste Seokjin, to feel his cock heavy on his tongue, to feel the burn of his cock stretching him out.

"Hey Yoongi are you okay?" A cool hand placed against his forehead brought Yoongi out of his Seokjin induced daze. His roommate was looking at him with fondness and concern, "Your cheeks are really red but you're not hot or anything. I thought maybe you were coming down with a fever." Yoongi knew he was even redder now, but he allowed himself to relax against the man's hand. He sighed when Seokjin withdrew his hand and moved to sit on the bean bag on the floor. "Yeah, no I'm fine. Just a bit embarrassed about this." Yoongi waved his hand over his ankle.

"Aish, these things happen. Just have to be more careful. And Hyung is here to take care of you okay? Anything you need you let me know. Keep that boney ass of yours on the couch."

The pair spent the rest of the night watching a marathon of Law of the Jungle, empty containers of ramen and Kloud draft beer scattered across the coffee table. Yoongi as usual was unable to keep the snarky comments to himself, "Pfft look at them! Useless. I could survive on that island so much better than any of them." He quipped as a team of celebrities dived into the ocean to try to catch fish with just their hands.

"Errrr Yoongi-yah, did you forget that I had to carry your tiny ass home this evening? Your weak ankles wouldn't last a day on that show." Seokjin doubled over in laughter, clapping his hands loudly as Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Whatever Jin-hyung," he scoffed, "Like you'd do any better."

"Pretty sure I'd do great on a show like this! You've seen me fishing Yoongi, I'm practically a professional at it now."

Yoongi groaned at this, Seokjin had dragged him out fishing more times than he could even count and he was nowhere near a professional level. The last time they went fishing together Seokjin didn't catch a single fish. He did manage to catch some seaweed and disintegrating plastic bag though.

Yoongi could feel his eyelids getting heavy, and instead of fighting the feeling allowed himself to drift off to sleep, which wasn't hard as sleep was his favourite hobby after all. Yoongi was having a beautiful dream, he was being carried in Seokjin's strong arms as the brunette carried him along the golden hues of a sandy beach, gentle waves breaking along the shore splashing against Seokjin's bare feet. He mirrored Seokjin's smile as his Hyung looked down at him, carrying him bridal style while the breeze whispered sweetly around them both.

"Aish, Yoongi you are a pain in my ass, but you're kinda cute so it's okay I guess." His gummy smile widened at the sweet but slightly insulting words. "What are you smiling about you weirdo." Seokjin let out a small laugh.

Yoongi was confused, why was dream Seokjin insulting him? It took him a few seconds to realise that he was actually awake and that he was no longer asleep on the couch, but rather in the arms of his Hyung. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and let his body go slack against Seokjin's chest, adding a few very realistic soft snores for good measure. Yoongi felt his body fall gently against the cold mattress on his bed, shivering slightly at the loss of heat from Seokjin's warm body. A blanket was dragged up his body, before footsteps retreated out of the room and the door clicking shut quietly.

Yoongi's eyes widened once he was alone in the dark room, had he heard correct? Did Seokjin just call him cute? It took all his self control not to squeal like a teenage girl. He wiggled down the mattress, throwing the blankets over his head and snuggled into his soft pillows. That night Yoongi had the best sleep of his life, with a smile on his face and a hard cock in his pants.

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The following weekend Yoongi found himself squished between his friends Jungkook and Hoseok in the back seat of Jimin's tiny Hyundai Pony hatchback. Usher's 'U Remind Me' thumped out of the piss-poor and incredibly outdated sound system, tinny and grating on his ears. His friends, including Taehyung who was sitting in the passenger seat, were singing along at the top of their lungs, he threw his head back and groaned. Why did he get stuck with the loud idiots of their group? Yoongi peered through the windscreen, tall, shapely pine trees lined the dirt road they traveled along. Dust swirled around the car, a curtain of brown blocking the view of the car travelling behind them. The sky was dotted with grey clouds, slowly drifting across the sky hiding the sun, who was trying it's hardest to make an appearance.

The car full of friends pulled into a small gravel parking lot and climbed out of the stuffy vehicle. They watched as the trailing car pulled up beside them, excitedly chatting and joking around now that everyone had finally arrived. Today was Namjoon's choice of activity, one Yoongi was secretly dreading - Hiking. He cast a glance towards Seokjin who was dressed in a pair of black and white track suit pants, sneakers, wide brim bucket hat with drawcord and a fluffy cream jumper. He swallowed hard at the thought of wrapping his arms around Seokjin's waist and resting his head against his fleece covered chest. He looked so snuggly and warm and cute, yeah, really really cute.

Yoongi zoned out while the others planned their trek, his mind too focused on Seokjin's beautiful plush lips, enthralled by how his Hyung randomly pouted while he spoke, his plump bottom lip puffing out before returning back to normal. Yoongi found this habit of Seokjin's incredibly endearing and wondered if the man was even aware of what he was doing. Or at just how crazy it was making Yoongi feel.

"Is everyone okay with the plan?" Namjoon asked, slipping away a map into the front pocket of his jacket. The group all spoke at once, loud and chaotic as usual. "Okay well let's go!"

The group trekked for a few hours, enjoying the challenging course. Up and down steep inclines, weaving through lush forest and snaking between narrow boulders that sat unsteadily on either side of their path. They eventually came across a small stream that separated the gravel path, Yoongi looked down at his feet and whined. "Do we have to go through that? I'm wearing brand new shoes." His nose scrunched as he caught sight of the shallow murky water he knew he would have to trudge through.

"Why would you wear new shoes on a hike Yoongi?" Hoseok laughed, clapping the smaller man on the back. Yoongi glared at his friend, tempted to turn around and walk back to the car. Fuck nature.

"Don't worry about it Yoongi-yah, climb on." Seokjin smiled, bending down in front of Yoongi, memories of the previous weekend flooded Yoongi's thoughts. Without hesitation Yoongi climbed onto his back, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. He placed his chin into the crook of Seokjin's shoulder and sighed as herbal scented hair brushed across his nose.

"O-okay then, well errr let's get going then." Namjoon raised his eyebrow, the rest of the group watching quizzically as Seokjin happily carried Yoongi across the stream. They exchanged looks with each other, hushed whispers at what had just transpired, Yoongi knew the others would be talking, getting a piggy back ride was pretty out of character for him, but he was blissfully peaceful at that very moment. So fuck what anyone thought.

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Back at their apartment that night the pair settled into their usual routine of cheap ramen, beer and trashy kdramas on the television.

"Hey Hyung, thanks for picking me up today," Yoongi bit nervously into his thumbnail, a habit he struggled to free himself from, "You didn't need to . . Hobi was right though, those shoes cost $300 why did I choose to wear them today?" Yoongi knew exactly why - he was trying to look good for Seokjin. He had dashed out to a Camping and Fishing store after work to purchase an entirely new outfit for the day. He settled on a long sleeved yellow and green flannel shirt, khaki trousers and a blue and black fleece fila jacket. Plus those damn tramping boots that cost as much as his share of the rent.

Seokjin leaned in, inches away from Yoongi's face, breath catching in the back of his throat, heart hammering against his rib cage. "It was my pleasure," Seokjin grabbed Yoongi by the cheeks and pinched, jiggling the flushed skin between his thumb and index finger, "That's what a good Hyung does, helps their cry baby friends out." He laughed, letting go of Yoongi and plopping back down onto his side of the couch. Yoongi's hand shot up to his cheek, fingers brushing along his warm skin. Seokjin's touch felt amazing, electric sparks coursed through his body, Yoongi wanted those hands touching him in places that crossed the line from friends to lovers, those long fingers curling up inside of him brushing against his sweet sensitive spot, wrapped around his cock pumping him until it was too much to handle and he was screaming Seokjin's name while he spilled his release over his Hyungs hand.

Yoongi found it hard to concentrate on the television in front of him, eyes constantly drifting towards his roommate who looked amazing in a pair of grey shorts and loose white T-shirt, his feet curled up underneath him, strong thigh muscles catching Yoongi's attention. He cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes, Yoongi wasn't sure how much more of Seokjin he could deal with. He was the perfect roommate, but his desire to be fucked by the man was becoming an every minute of the day kinda thing. Maybe Yoongi needed to hurry up and move out. He thought about Seokjin at work, while doing his laundry, on the bus to the grocery store, while putting the rubbish out, when pumping his dildo in and out of his ass, Seokjin was on his mind 24/7.

Yoongi's cock twitched as he watched the couple on television, the male lead carrying the female through a cherry blossom lined park while a terrible ballad wailed in the background. He decided that being carried was his newest kink. Or maybe Seokjin's entire existence was his fetish? He tugged on his hoop earring as his thoughts travelled to a million different scenarios in which Seokjin would need to lift and carry him around. He recalled the previous weekend, waking up while Seokjin carried him to bed, how nice it felt to be held in Seokjin's arms, to hear him call Yoongi cute. He wanted, no he needed that again.

Yoongi glanced out of the corner of his eye, the brunette’s head was down as he browsed at something on his phone, he watered his lips and decided now was the perfect time to enact his master plan. Yoongi closed his eyes and let out a loud yawn, arms stretched high above his head, "Mmmm what's the time?" He asked Seokjin drowsily. "Huh? Oh it's 9:23, are you tired already?" The brunette placed his phone on the coffee table and shifted to face Yoongi. "You're not? We walked a million miles today, of course I'm tired." For theatrics he let out another yawn. Seokjin shrugged and took a sip of his beer. "Guess I've got a better stamina than you."

Over the next half an hour Yoongi let out more fake yawns, complaining about his sore muscles and tired bones - which Seokjin informed him wasn't a real thing and that he was being a whiny old man again. His body sunk into the couch, head lolling against the arm rest as he feigned falling asleep. It would only be a matter of time before he would be whisked away in Seokjin's arms and it was making him giddy, trying his hardest not to crack a smile. Yoongi heard the room fall silent, the television now switched off. His heart was racing, this was it - the big moment - his hands were softly shaking, breath uneven and shallow.

"Hey Yoongi, wake up." A large hand shook his arm attempting to wake him from his faux slumber. His eyebrows furrowed, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Seokjin was supposed to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom, whisper a few sweet words in his ear and maybe jerk him off a bit. He opened his eyes and glared at the handsome man standing over him, his plans were ruined and he and his neglected cock were pretty pissed off.

"Why didn't you just carry me Hyung?" Yoongi sulked, crossing his arms against his chest like a defiant toddler.

"W-why would I? You can walk your legs aren't broken."

"Well you've been carrying me around a lot recently so I just thought you'd do it again tonight. Ahhh fuck it whatever." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the brunette who was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Aish, Yoongi-yah do you enjoy Seokjinnie lifting you up and carrying you around?" He could no longer hold it in, erupting into a fit of laughter.

Yoongi's cheeks burnt bright red, he was already a small man but he had never felt as small as he did right at this moment. Tears threatened to spill over his long lashes, he knew he was being a little dramatic but his heart was practically ripped out of his chest by his crush. Yoongi bowed his head refusing to look anywhere other than at his hands which were clasped together tightly.

"Wait, shit Yoongi I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry," Seokjin dropped down onto his knees and engulfed Yoongi's hands with his own. "So you do enjoy being carried by me?"

Yoongi sniffed, "Yeah. I like a lot about you Hyung, the carrying thing is one of my favourites though."

An awkward silence filled the room, Yoongi's sniffles the only sound to break the dead air. "Well uh, there is a lot I like about you too," he stroked his thumb against the back of Yoongi's hand softly and slowly. "I like your dry sense of humor, the way you screech when you're excited - that is so adorable. I like how passionate you are about music and I really like how your cheeks turn red whenever we touch each other by accident. I sorta brush up against you on purpose just to see it."

A gasp escaped Yoongi's lips, head snapping up to look into the dark chocolate eyes of his roommate. Seokjin's cheeks puffed wide as he gave Yoongi a sweet smile, his thumb continuing to draw circles over Yoongi's hands which were resting in his lap. "I think you're cute Yoongi-yah, and I'd love to kiss you. If you'd allow me to of course."

Yoongi's eyes darted to Seokjin's plump lips, inviting and glistening. He couldn't hold back any longer, throwing himself forward as he smashed their lips together, hungry and desperate. In the wild rush of lips and tongues exploring new territory their noses bumped together, deep chuckles slipping out between kisses. Yoongi's hands frantically grasped onto Seokjin's hair, pulling him down so their body's were close but it still wasn't enough, he needed to feel naked flesh against his own. Yoongi's long fingers travelled underneath Seokjin's thin cotton T-shirt and brushed against his soft stomach, over his nipples rubbing the hard nubs between his fingers and then back down his chest. He played with the elastic waist of Seokjin's shorts, dipping his hand inside, fingers grazing the wiry mound of pubic hair just above where his hands really wanted to touch, "I-is this okay Hyungie?" Yoongi whimpered, Seokjin's tongue running along the exposed skin of his neck, teeth nipping the soft skin.

"Mmmm yeah, touch Hyung Yoongi." Seokjin bit down gently his teeth scraping the skin. He attached his lips against the smaller man's neck, alternating between sucking on the warm flesh and sly little nibbles, creating deep purple bruises that contrasted beautifully against Yoongi's pale skin. While Seokjin was busy marking his neck, Yoongi pulled his cock out of the shorts and stroked sensually up and down his length, which was growing harder and stiffer in his hand. His hand glided over Seokjin's length at a quickening pace, flicking his wrists and gripping tight around the head before pulling off and pumping again. Yoongi added another hand on Seokjin's shaft and slowly twisted in opposite directions, up then down, left then right. His fingers played with the tip of his cock, pressing his thumb into the slit, stroking playfully over the head.

"Fuck your cock feels amazing Hyung," Yoongi sighed, Seokjin's cock pulsing in his grip, "C-can we fuck?"

Seokjin removed his swollen lips from Yoongi's neck with a 'pop' and took his time licking along the already fucked out man's lips, pressing their soft flesh against each other, gentle kisses that were in in opposition of the acceleration of Yoongi's heart beat. Seokjin sat between Yoongi's legs on the floor, hands roaming over the blonds thighs. When he reached Yoongi's crotch his fingers ghosted over Yoongi's hard cock visible through his sweats, he bucked his hips desperate for Seokjin's touch.

"Hyung's got you Yoongi, just sit back and relax hmmm?" He placed a sloppy wet kiss against the fleece material and helped pull them down to Yoongi's ankles. "Such a pretty cock Yoongi-yah." Seokjin's voice was smooth and sweet. His fingers grazed against Yoongi's balls, eyes flicking back up to watch Yoongi's reaction. He continued to massage his sack, pulling lightly and wiggling the weight in his hand. He rubbed his cheek along the soft skin of Yoongi's balls and then up and down his incredibly hard shaft. Tongue flicking out to leave small licks along the side, down to his balls and then further below to the sweet spot between Yoongi's balls and warm inviting hole.

Yoongi's slit was leaking precum so Seokjin lapped it up, moaning sinfully. A groaned escaped the back of Yoongi's throat when Seokjin took his balls into his mouth, sucking and kissing all over. He took his time enjoying their heat in his mouth. He stroked the blonds length while sucking the pale skin of Yoongi's inner thighs. Seokjin sat back and removed he and Yoongi's bottoms completely, throwing the pants into a small pile in the corner of the room. He stood and motioned for Yoongi to stand with him. Their lips crashed against another's once more, Yoongi standing on his tippy toes to match his Hyungs height. A knee slipped between Yoongi's thighs as the two men continued to taste and explore each others mouths.

"Shit, we need lube, uhhh, don't move Yoongi-yah! I'll be back quickly." Seokjin ran towards his bedroom leaving Yoongi standing naked from the waist down in their living room, cock red and hot. He gripped onto the base and squeezed tight, moaning at his own touch. Seokjin returned cock glistening from the lube, bouncing with every step. Yoongi gulped, Seokjin was longer than any cock his ass had taken before but god was he eager to have it inside him.

They kissed passionately while Seokjin fingered Yoongi's hole, stretching him open enough for his cock. Yoongi's mind had turned to mush, absolutely lost in the moment. It was as though Seokjin had flicked a switch in his ass to become a whimpering, whining mess. Seokjin bent his knees and using his right hand guided his cock into Yoongi's tight hole. Once inside he allowed Yoongi to get used to his size while his hands reached out to wrap around Yoongi's small waist. Without warning he lifted Yoongi, a squeak echoing in the silent room. "You are adorable Yoongi-yah, can't wait to hear more noises come from those pretty lips." Yoongi's legs wrapped around Seokjin's waist which readjusted their position, cock now deeper than before, big hands reached down to Yoongi's ass holding him in place as they walked out of the living room and into the hallway.

Yoongi held on tight, gripping onto strong shoulders as he was pushed against the wall with a thud. Seokjin's arms trembled from Yoongi’s weight so he started to pound into his ass before it was too much and he would have to let him go. Yoongi let out tiny pants and whimpers, eyelids half closed, mouth so slack drool was starting to drip from the corners. Seokjin's cock grazed over his prostate, hitting deep and hard with every thrust. "Hyung, hy-hyung ahh ah so good." His hands roamed over Seokjin's back leaving red and pink marks underneath the thin material of his shirt. His cock was trapped between their bodies, friction from their movements driving him insane.

Sweat dripped down Seokjin's face, his arms close to giving out. This was more intense than any workout his personal trainer at the gym had given him. He slammed his cock into Yoongi repeatedly eager to cum inside his ass. Yoongi's whimpers in his ear pushed Seokjin to his peak and exploded his white hot cum into Yoongi's warm hole.

They stood still while Seokjin caught his breath, Yoongi hanging onto his neck for dear life, almost as though the floor was lava. "Hyungie make me come, pleaseeeee I'm so close." Yoongi whined, nipping at Seokjin's lips then pouting against the plush flesh. He would rather be dead than admit it, but Seokjin was right - he was a bit of a drama queen. "I'll have to put you down though, I think my arms are about to fall off." Seokjin chuckled as Yoongi detached his legs from around the brunette's waist and placed them on the floor.

Seokjin reached down and gripped tight onto Yoongi's aching cock, moving his hand in a steady rhythm. Their foreheads touched, breathing in each others air, hushed pants and whimpers shared between the pair as they kiss messily, lips grazing chins and teeth clinking. Yoongi bucked into Seokjin's grip, incredibly close to his high. Seokjin's cum escaping slowly out of his hole and running down his creamy white thighs and the hand around his cock pushed Yoongi to his release, "Ah-ah Hyung don't stop, ahh I'm going to come, shit ahh." His body tensed as he came harder than ever before, Seokjin barely moving his hand as his cock throbbed and pulsated.

"Hyung, you have no idea how long I've wanted this to happen." Yoongi sighed, wrapping his hands around Seokjin's neck, fingers crawling their way up to thread through short dark hair. "I've wanted to do that since the day I moved in," Seokjin whispered in reply, ears turning crimson, "Come on let's get cleaned up and then cuddle."

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The pair made their way into Seokjin's bed, snuggled between a mess of cushions and soft toys, their limbs a tangled mess as impatient hands explored naked skin. They laughed as revelations of their feelings for each other were finally said out loud, cheeks tight and sore from smiling so hard. "Seokjin-hyung can we do this more often?" Yoongi's eyes avoided the naked man beside him focusing on the window pane instead. "Well I would hope so since I want to make your my boyfriend Yoongi-yah." Fingers caught hold of Yoongi's chin as his face was guided towards Seokjin's, a shy kiss planted on his lips. "Yes Hyung, fuck yes I'll be your boyfriend."

The roommates turned lovers drifted off to sleep that night with satisfied smiles on their faces, excited for what the future would hold for them both.

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part one | oblivion

oblivion [noun. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one]

pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader

summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.

wordcount: 3.9k

content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, noritoshi is kind of a dick but i promise it gets better so please don’t lose faith in him, we’re not strictly following the manga timeline bc while i am reading it, i do have a goldfish brain, lowercase intended

a/n: hello, here’s the first installment of my sanguine series! it’s the prequel of this drabble (nsfw) i wrote the other week while i was working on the outline of the fic. it’s a little slow burn because i wanted to spend some more time exploring their relationship and the groundwork for it, so yeah. i’ll try to update it regularly, but since i’ve only planned five parts for sanguine, it might take a while bc i want to take my time with it. if you want to stay updated with the series, i’ll post the masterlist to it shortly! i do hope you enjoy it though :) and stay safe, everybody! [tagging @sukirichi the sukuna to my yuuji, who just gets spammed when i start rambling about my aus but always screams with me (´• ω •`)]

masterlist - next

"y/n!" you look up to see miwa storming towards you, thrusting a book in your direction. "could you- could you please give this to noritoshi? i borrowed this book from him like a week ago and if i don't return this anytime soon, i think he's gonna kill me."

scowling at her, you look at the book in disdain. you wanted to avoid crossing paths with noritoshi as much as possible and miwa was well aware that you didn't like hi-

"please," miwa pleaded again, taking your hands and placing the book in it. "i'm really scared of him. he always looks like he's going to shoot me soon. even todo is pretty nice if you don't interrupt his takada-chan time!"

you sighed in annoyance, you just couldn't say no. ever since coming to the kyoto metropolitan curse tech, miwa and you had been pretty close because you strongly disliked the other students. most of them were arrogant and stuck-up, thinking they were better than the other; the two that belonged to the three clans were even worse. on your first day here you'd promptly gotten into a fight with mai, disliking how haughty she was and trying to prove everyone that she was better than them. much to your chagrin, the fight ended in a tie.

"fine, but you owe me some mango," miwa's face lit up in relief and she gave you a thumbs up before dashing to her room, most likely to escape noritoshi's wrath. you inspected the book. was it even worth returning it? maybe you could just throw it in the trash. if noritoshi ever found out, he'd kill miwa first and then you. you let out another sigh before making your way towards the training grounds. he most likely was outside to practice, either with one of the guys or alone. as you were nearing the training grounds, you could already hear the sound of arrows whistling and the dull thuds of them hitting the target. it was hard to spot him through all the trees; you weren't entirely sure where he was. your ears perked up when you heard him release another arrow until you realized that it was heading your way. this bastard. fortunately, you were able to slash the arrow clean in the middle, angrily pointing your sword in his direction. you still couldn't see him anywhere.

"you fucking idiot! you could've killed me," you snarled, stomping deeper into the forest. an amused laugh echoed through the trees.

"you're acting like i can't control my arrows. it's not my fault you let your guard down," noritoshi retorted smugly, lowering his bow as he saw you approaching. you were fuming, hurling the book at him. how dare he? you watched with satisfaction as it hit him square in the chest - who was caught off guard now, huh? he deserved it anyways.

"miwa asked me to return your book," you curtly explained and turned back around to leave but apparently, noritoshi had other plans. instead of saying anything else, he just followed you which unsettled you even more.

"stop following me."

"who said i was following you? i'm just going back to the dorms. i'm sorry you can't handle me being near you."

you whirled around, sword pointing dangerously close to his neck. he smirked at you triumphantly, it was just too easy to get a rouse out of you. "another word and i'll cut you, seriously. you're pissing me off," you gritted your teeth, hating that you always fell for his stupid games. he knew you all to well, what made you angry, what made you happy, what motivated you. once upon a time, you'd thought the same about him; until he changed so rapidly, so unlike your expectations. you were worlds apart and yet you'd reserved an ounce of hope that he wouldn't turn out to be as arrogant as the clan heads. swift as the wind, noritoshi grabbed your wrist, dragging it upwards and towards him until he could lean down to you. your heartbeat sped up - holy shit why was he so close to you - and you froze in shock.

"i'd like to see you try, princess," he whispered in your ear, the grip on your wrist tightening. "you wouldn't dare to."

the first time you met noritoshi, he was sitting outside in the garden with his mum. both seemed to have a good time. noritoshi's hair was tousled from the soft summer breeze and he had a soft smile on his face, happily munching away on the snacks that were displayed on the table. while he looked friendly enough, you were wary of meeting and talking to him because you felt kind of queasy around the kamo family. you couldn’t quite place a finger on the feeling, the older members of the family intimidating you to no end. much to your dismay, you felt like you had to be watchful - your parents worked for the kamo family, so naturally the apartment you lived in was close to the estate. you avoided any run ins with the adults, they weren’t exactly friendly to you. noritoshi’s mum had befriended your mum and they spent a lot of time together when possible. and yet you’d never met noritoshi before, seeing how busy he was with his various classes.

the fit that you threw, not wanting to tag along with your mum, was long forgotten when you’d spotted the jar of cookies on the table. before your mum could react, you pulled your hand away from hers and quickly ran towards it. “hello miss!” you greeted enthusiastically, your eyes shining at the sight of the sweets. “my name is y/n! i’m here with my mum and i uhm… could i have some of the cookies? please?” when your mum finally caught up to you, she scolded you quietly and greeted the other two, taking a seat beside noritoshi’s mum. you pouted, immediately climbing on her lap as you refused to sit next to the boy. his mum handed you a cookie which you happily took and thanked her politely. noritoshi was curiously eyeing you; it wasn’t often that he saw other children around his age and he didn’t have any friends to play with. his everyday life revolved around reading books, studying, taking archery classes and sometimes spending time with his mum. noritoshi barely even knew what fun was - he’d only ever felt at peace when he was around his mum.

“y/n, sweetie, why don’t you go and play with noritoshi?” your mum prompted but you immediately shook your head, hiding your face in her chest. she simply laughed and shook her head, brushing your hair back softly. “come on, noritoshi is really nice. you can be his friend one day, right? didn’t i tell you that friends are important?”

you frowned. then huffed. when she worded it like this, there was no way you could refuse. the cartoon that you religiously watched featured a group of friends that went on adventures and helped each other out. you’d told your mum that you wanted to be like that too! begrudgingly, you slid off her lap and trudged towards noritoshi who looked at you with big eyes. you held your hand out, waiting for him to shake it. “my name is y/n. uhm… nice to meet you,” you shyly whispered, eyes darting away from him.

it took a while until noritoshi reacted, shaking your hand gently and answering: “hello y/n, i’m noritoshi.”

much to your surprise, noritoshi was actually fun to be around with. he showed you his collection of books, the bow that he was practicing with and you often played the card game you’d received for your birthday together. he was smart and witty, often explaining you things that he’d read in a book but he was also attentive when he listened to you ramble about the other kids in school or when you told him about the cartoon that you were watching. for you, noritoshi was becoming your best friend - for noritoshi, you were his first friend. he cherished you and how unabashedly true to yourself you were. spending time with you was something he looked forward to; you always made him laugh and you didn’t care whether he lived up to the kamo family name or not. to you, he was simply noritoshi. you were like a fresh breeze of air in his life.

noritoshi didn't quite understand why the elders were always so hard on him, so strict and unrelenting. they expected only the best results from him and didn't show any understanding when he exhausted. he didn't enjoy practice anymore, the lessons becoming a chore and burden on his mind. but whenever he saw your face light up at his newly acquired skills, he thought it was worth the trouble. you came to visit him everyday after school, never skipping a day. sometimes he questioned why you weren't visiting your friends from school but you shook your head, poking his chest indignantly. "you're my best friend, 'toshi. of course i'd want to spend more time with you." noritoshi was glad you always chose him, without fail.

even though your parents had always warned you to be careful around noritoshi because his family was strict and didn't like outside influences distracting the heir, you never really strayed from his side. noritoshi didn't have any other friends, who would keep him company or listen to his troubles then? you didn't understand why your parents were suddenly going back on their word. they'd always told you that family and friends were important. you couldn't pinpoint your feelings for him - but your parents saw it. it was obvious; the stars in your eyes when you looked at him, the slight blush on your cheeks when he complimented you and how happy you were when you got to spend time with him. the more time you spent with him, the more they were worried for you.

"'toshi!" you yelled in excitement as you ran towards him, waving wildly. he dropped his bow and turned to you, a soft smile gracing his lips as he opened his arms to hug you. you squeezed him tightly. two weeks you hadn't seen him due to a school trip after which you got sick and weren't able to leave the house. you'd missed him a lot and you were excited to show him the souvenirs you brought him.

"look, i bought you an omamori!" you handed him the small object, then pointing on your bag to show him the one you'd bought for yourself. "i got myself a matching one too! my teacher said it wards off evil spirits and brings you luck." noritoshi's smile was bright, so bright. he was happy you thought of him and were always kind to him. your eyes widened as he leaned in to kiss your cheek before thanking you. the two of you were blushing, neither saying a word but not minding what had just happened.

the day noritoshi's mother left the estate was the day you were slowly starting to lose him. noritoshi grew more forlorn and didn't seem to easily find joy in anything anymore. the departure left a deep, deep gap in his heart. it had shocked him deep to the core when she left him. him. why couldn't she stay? why did she leave him when she was the only person who protected him, loved him? she did say that she was hindering his growth but who was she to decide that? he didn't want to become stronger, didn't want to protect other people like she'd told him to. he wanted to stay with her. "'toshi? 'toshi!" a concerned voice broke through his trance, pulling him back into reality. "i asked you a question! you weren't even listening to me."

you were pouting at him, tugging at his sleeve impatiently. noritoshi apologized, patting your head to soothe your temper. "what do you want to do in the future? mum said it's important to work towards your dreams!" you asked him curiously, grasping his hand to hold it. the gesture filled him with indescribable warmth, drawing him in like a moth to the flames. "my mum said i have a special power, i can heal people! i want to become a doctor in the future, so i can help everyone that got hurt," you explained to him so earnestly that he felt bad for the lie he was about to tell. noritoshi didn't have big dreams or ambitions just yet. he didn't even know what would be suitable to him - he was strictly following orders, never allowed to think for himself.

but when he looked at you, he only had one wish. "i think… i think i want to help people, protect them. especially those that i love."

with each year passing, you noticed that noritoshi was putting more and more distance between the two of you. at first you'd brushed it off as the stress of his training and number of classes he was attending. but as you spent less and less time together, the weight of the situation didn’t escape you. he was easily irritable, cold and arrogant, often rude towards employees of the kamo estate. every now and then when you’d scold him for being an asshole, he’d simply scoff at you and haughtily ask you how it was any of your business. you sighed, tossing and turning in your bed as you thought about how much noritoshi had changed. it kept you up at night, just thinking about how he wasn’t your ‘toshi anymore. you didn’t know this person. ‘toshi was always gentle and kind, he tended to overthink many things and sometimes he was a little bit of a crybaby but you still loved him regardless. you sneaked out of your room, finally mustering up enough courage to ask your mother for advice. the thought of her discovering your blooming crush on noritoshi was scaring you. your parents were wary around the kamos despite working from them - even more so ever since noritoshi’s mother left and the elders had free reign over her son.

“noritoshi! noritoshi, stop walking away from me! hey, i’m talking to you!” you yelled frustrated as you were trying to keep up with him. noritoshi was crossing the garden in long strides, it was nearly impossible to stop him as you couldn’t catch up to him. you lunged forward, getting hold of his sleeve and tugged him back harshly. noritoshi yanked his arm out of your grip, glaring at you annoyed.

“what do you want from me? i have better things to do than to quibble with you,” he hissed irritated. you couldn’t believe him, he had the nerve to dismiss you like this when he was in the wrong?

“you know exactly what i want from you! you can’t just go around and talk to people like you did before just because they’re not from a reputable family! noritoshi, you’re not any better than them just because your last name is kamo.”

as much as noritoshi scared you, you stood your ground. you knew he didn’t take you serious, not with the amused look he gave you. in the past month or two, noritoshi was suddenly hit by a growth spurt - you barely reached his shoulder now and he took advantage of that to mock you, often treating you like an armrest. he pat your head condescendingly, pouting at you in fake regret. “aw, did i hurt your feelings? did i make itty bitty little y/n sad?” he mocked you, before abruptly grabbing your cheeks to make you look at him. “i don’t care what you think of me, cry all you want. i strongly suggest you hold that sharp tongue of yours if you know what’s good. know your place.”

tears filled your eyes; noritoshi had never talked to you this way. what has gotten into him? your heart broke in pieces, unable to take the pain any longer. you were no longer his equal but below him, much like everyone else.

“mum?” you cautiously knocked at the door of her study, waiting for her response. your mother was most likely still awake and dealing with paperwork like she usually did. upon hearing the affirmative noise she made, you flitted inside, closing the door behind you so your father didn’t catch any wind of this. it was already embarrassing enough and you were sure your mother could offer you better advice. you gingerly took a seat on the armchair, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to your body. how were you going to approach this? hey mum, i have a crush on noritoshi and he’s weird to me now and i don’t know why? uh yeah mum, i caught feelings for the guy you warned me about and now i look like a fool crawling up to you like this?

“it’s about noritoshi, isn’t it?” your mother interrupted your stream of thought, spinning her swivel chair towards you.

“huh? oh no it isn’t, why would it be? i have-”

“y/n.”

“ugh okay fine, maybe it is about him,” you sighed defeated, of course she would look right through you. she always seemed to know what you were thinking, even when you hadn’t confided in her before. “but promise me you won’t judge me!” the look in your mother’s eyes told you that she was going to judge you regardless but you knew she meant well - she simply wanted the best for you.

“i- i just don’t understand why he’s been such a pain in the ass lately. and he’s been treating everyone like dirt too, including me! mum, he’s becoming someone else and i… i don’t know what to do,” you sniffled inconsolably, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. she wasn’t supposed to see you getting emotional. “he’s always busy and when we do get to see each other, he doesn’t want to spend time with me. what if he doesn’t like me anymore? and i don’t like how he’s treating you! it’s the same issue with the elders, they don’t know any human decency at all!”

your mother motioned you to scoot over a little and sat next to you, wrapping her arms around you and patting your back to console you. while she meant well, it accomplished the opposite - you broke down in tears, unable to stop your sobs. “i just want my ‘toshi back,” you whimpered upset, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound of you crying. “i know you didn’t like that i became good friends with him but i couldn’t help it and i just really like him and- you weren’t supposed to find that out.”

“sweetheart, i know you love noritoshi,” she handed you a tissue. “you let a lot more on than you were aware of; dad and me always knew you were in love with him.” as if on cue, your sobbing stopped and you just looked at her in disbelief. she knew. she knew. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. “i think it was always pretty obvious, to be honest. you always looked at him as if he was your entire world and no matter what happened, you were always by his side. i know it’s hard to accept when a dear friend is changing but sometimes you just have to, right? both of you are still growing, there’s no way of telling how your personalities change.”

“but i don’t want him to change like this,” you protested stubbornly, glaring at her. she was talking about it as if it was a matter of simply discarding a bad apple in the trash. it wasn’t easy and it made you anxious. you grew up together, shared secrets and memories. he was the person you’d always looked up to.

“y/n.” your mother sounded stern but you didn’t back down, not yet. “is it really worth it? if a person is changing so rapidly and you’re not getting through to them, you’ll have to let it go. there’s only so much you can do. people grow apart sometimes, it’s only natural. you have to let go of them, temporarily, so you both can heal and grow. y/n, i know you’re being stubborn about this but you’ll have to let him figure things out on his own. fate has curious ways to bring people back together.”

when the time came, noritoshi left to attend the kyoto metropolitan curse tech school without telling you a word. you were disappointed, apparently you weren’t worth saying goodbye to. whatever his reason was, it must’ve been pretty important. important enough to forget the promise that you’d always stay in contact. you wondered whether he'd change again, for the better maybe? maybe you would reconcile when you could finally attend the school as well and train together. you were excited to show him your sword skills, having received your family's heirloom, an elegant steel blue sword. though your skills probably weren’t up to par with the other students, you still wanted to show them off, show him what you’d learned in the year that you spent apart.

noritoshi had changed but not for the better. holy shit, did he get on your nerves. the first time he'd practiced with you, you realized that he had mutated into an insufferable know-it-all. he would give you backhanded compliments or make snide remarks about your posture, how you were supposed to hold your sword, how inefficient your fighting style was. sometimes you wished you could just beat him for once and have him shut up. there was no denying though, noritoshi was way too strong and you had a long way to go. judging from the reactions of the others, barely anyone had beat him either.

and just like that, your feelings for him were buried. you’d taken your mother’s advice to heart, keeping conversations and interactions with him to a minimum but somehow noritoshi always found his way to you. he was everywhere and a quarrel was inevitable. noritoshi got under your skin and he knew how to push your buttons. why he chose to pick on you was beyond your comprehension; he didn’t pay much attention to the other students nor was he particularly liked by them. just how much was he going to get on everyone else’s nerves? out of all the second years, todo aoi was the most amicable; you had the (dis)pleasure to run into him on your first day and for some reason, he took a liking to you. while he was loud and boisterous, mostly doing whatever he wanted, you couldn’t deny that he was a good friend. even though he didn’t care about anyone as much as he cared about takada-chan. at one point, he’d looked at you in sympathy when he caught you staring at noritoshi, patting your shoulder (too forceful): “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry.”

you still didn’t know what he meant by that.

ps.: todo knows and he’s kinda judging you for your taste in men

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