#if anyone from the class I made this for somehow finds this post uhm. ^_^ I’ll kill myself <- joke

[peach-pot]

[dionvsian]

theodore nott meeting the hogwarts cool girl !!

theodore nott x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: reader smokes cigarettes (srry if it makes you uncofortable!).

little note: back to writing! i used to have a blog here and i made the dumbest decision to delete it (i'll forever miss you timothée chalamet's fake instagram posts)

reblogs are appreciated 😁

“are you always this late?” he looked down, studying your face. You could see him taking in every single detail. as he did so, he lifted an eyebrow and waited for your reply. a small smirk played with the corner of his mouth. the kind of smirk you see someone do when they feel they are superior towards you. he did not know your name, at least not yet.

your silence caused him to continue: “I am theo. and you are?"

"I'm y/n"

"pleased to meet you y/n. my father always said that a name should mean something. it should reflect the person being named"

"i'm not really sure what my name means, but i hope is something nice!"

"are you a pure blooded witch?"

"yep" you say nodding

he seems satisfied with your answer. as if you somehow passed a test without even knowing it. he holds his hand out and introduces himself with a slight bow.

"i would say you look like an angel from heaven, but you look more like some punk girl who has trouble getting to class on time"

"i wasn't planning on going to class rn"

“oh! uhm, that can get you into trouble. you know.” he says. then he adds: “are you always so bold? it’s kind of cute.”

"i'm not bold, i'm just me"

he lets out a chuckle. "it’s the same thing. I’m guessing you are just very confident in yourself, hm?” he tilts his head a little and looks down at you. “it’s not a bad quality, and I suppose it makes for a good quality of a friend, don’t you think?”

"yeah maybe"

“you are not the quiet type, I bet. you are the one who likes to get things done.” he smiles, and leans in close to you. "you would do anything to achieve your goal. you must be one of the most popular girls at school. i bet many boys try to ask you out.” and he waits for you to respond. there is a glint in his eye as he stares at you, studying you.

a soft blush spreads on your cheeks "maybe... do you want to join them?" you say flirtatious

he smiles and leans closer, he is just a few inches away from you. you can feel the heat of his breath coming from his lips as he smiles.

“maybe I do.”

he waits for you to respond, just looking at your face, smiling. he is amused at the way you're blushing. but you cannot tell what the reason for that is. does he find you attractive? or does he find you a fool? he seems to be enjoying this a little too much, as you cannot tell what the outcome of this conversation will be.

you look up at him, since he is a bitt taller but you only gives a satisfied smirk

he is enjoying this attention he thinks. he leans in even closer to you and whispers in your ear.

"what are you thinking about right now?”

you let out some of the air that was inside your lungs "to be honest, I was thinking of smoking some cigarettes and painting my nails"

"you’re a naughty girl then. do you smoke cigarettes often?" he asks this in a way that implies he actually cares about the answer to the question. as if smoking cigarettes is a bad thing. or it's not?

"yeah, but don't tell anyone, ok? it will be our secret"

he seems amused by your response. he smiles and whispers again. this time his voice is even quieter

“a secret.” he whispers the last word and he has this smile on his face that says it is not a normal secret. the look on his face gives her the impression he thinks of something not entirely appropriate. “how many cigarettes are you planning to smoke today alone?”

"3? i'm not really sure"

again, he gives you this amused smile, and it seems he is actually a bit impressed. he is not used to seeing someone not care about the rules like she does.

“well, they say you gotta try everything once. you must get into trouble a lot. aren’t you afraid of detention?”

"no, plus I never get caught anyways". you say and smile for him "do you smoke?"

he seems surprised at the question. he shakes his head and says. “no, I have never smoked. my father makes sure i take care of my health. but he doesn’t say anything about my friends. I suppose you would have to hide it from him?” “how does it feel to smoke? will it feel good to try it for first time?”

"I don't want to be a bad influence for you" you chuckle "so I won't answer"

he seems to actually be thankful. as if you just saved him from doing something bad.

"thank you. If I start smoking today. I’s your fault though!” he laughs. then he asks. “what else do you do that is bad? or am I the only person that deserves to know about this side of you?”

he seems curious and even though the smile on his face remains as teasing as ever. you can see the look on his face is genuine. as if he actually wants to know about you more.

"talking about bad habits isn't exactly a good way to get to known someone new"

he laughs again. you notice how good his laugh is. he seems to do it a lot lately. he leans in again. you can smell his cologne when you get this close. “so, you are afraid I might judge you or something?”

he gives you a playful look and then adds: “i already said you were cute. so being a little naughty, does not make you any less cute." he says this playfully, and you can see that smile on his face again. he seems to enjoy teasing you.

you back on a wall of the corridor "it will affect your impression of me" but your heart skips a beat when he calls you cute

he seems to be enjoying the way you are backing up against the wall. as he can still clearly see just how pretty you are. he smiles at you, this time you can feel he is being genuine about the compliment. he gets closer to you though. he really thinks he is in charge here doesn't he?

“well, it only makes me want to know more about you. a girl who smokes cigarettes and isn't afraid of trouble... is a very rare breed these days.” he looks you up and down again. but this time with pure admiration.

"why don't you tell me what are y thinking abt?"

"you really are interested in me aren’t you?” he laughs after saying this. h thinks for a few seconds. he seems to be contemplating whether or not to disclose his thoughts to you.

"fine, I’ll tell you my thoughts. but you better not tell anyone else. I don’t want to lose my reputation.” he takes a deep breath. you can see he is nervous, and he is blushing a little.

he leans in closer and whispers in your ear "i’m wondering if you have ever kissed anyone before.”

he waits for you to respond, the same look on his lips. you sense a bit of smugness in his voice, as if he is convinced you have never kissed anyone before.

"of couse i did".

he seems surprised, and gives you a look. it’s the look a person gives you, when they know they are not in charge. you just gained a lot of power and superiority over him just now.

"what about you? have you ever kissed someone?"

he smiles, his cheeks are red now, and his whole face is blushing.

"y-yea I have.” he says it as if it’s difficult for him to admit it. your response seemed to have knocked him off his feet. his eyes are fixed to the floor, as if he is trying to decide what to do next.

you decide to shoot your shot being flirtatious"do you wanna kiss me?"

he looks up and seems shocked. he blushes even more as you say this, his cheeks are as red as a beet now. your confidence has made him completely speechless. he whispers so only you can hear his voice, while also pulling you closer into him. "may I?”

"yeah"

he leans in and gently kisses you on the lips. It’s sweet and gentle but very passionate. you notice just how soft his lips are.he is blushing as you kiss, and so do you. his lips are soft and smooth, you feel them against yours and you find the experience very calming and pleasant.

you place your hand on his cheek and they get even redder, as he continues to hold his lips against yours. he enjoys the kiss very much.

he breaks the kiss after a bit and looks at you. "that was nice.” a broad smile was on his lips. he looks so happy and full of life. you can see all the tension fall away as his shoulders slowly relax.

"well, i have to go to class now"youi say and unlean from the wall" see you" and you start walking away

"wait.” he calls out when you are already half way on your way to the potions class. "you are not telling anyone are you?”he still has that smile on his face and you can see that he wants to continue this conversation. he seems hooked to knowing more about you. He is obsessed. he wants to know what that "cool girl" energy of yours looks like, and how far you are willing to take things with him.

"of course not. i dont wanna be seen with the spoiled playboy theodore nott" you say and get into your classroom, not giving him the chance to say anything else.

he watches you leave. he is completely flabbergasted and speechless. he is not used to girls treating him like this. he has not noticed this side of you. theo is completely in love now. you are beautiful and mysterious in his eyes. he feels like he got a peek behind the curtains. a private performance.

he watches you leave and then continues to the potions classroom. he is lost in his thoughts, trying to piece together why you acted in the way you just did. you are not like any other girl he knows in Hogwarts. and he wants to know more.

[chaiscentedcandle]

What’s a Period? (Neville Longbottom x fem!reader)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Neville Longbottom

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: y/n and Neville were suppose to have a nice winter day at Hogsmeade until aunt flow comes for a visit

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: none, thought of it cause I’m on mine

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, pure fluff!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I don’t simp for Neville but my friend does heavily and theres not a lot of fanfics for Neville cause he gets like, 0% appreciation and y’all have great taste, also this is my first post so heeeyyyy😗✌🏼

Y/n was suppose to have a beautiful evening in the cold weather with her boyfriend, Neville Longbottom. Unbeknownst to her, yesterday, a Friday in her last class, she’d start her period. It was embarrassing to say the least because she had leaked through to her skirt but she was able to get out of class without anyone noticing, flushed cheeks and teary eyes as she ran out of class, her hands covering her bum.

Laying in her bed in her pajamas y/n was clutching her stomach and groaning from cramps. Y/n wanted to find Neville the day before and tell him they’d had to reschedule but she didn’t want to set her face an inch out of the painting until Monday, hoping whatever people thought happened would’ve been forgotten. She tried to make herself as warm as she could, cacouuning herself in a blanket and curling into herself as far as Y/n could.

Neville was making his way to her domitory, bundled up with a beanie and scarf, matching with a pair of gloves from his grandmother. Stopping in front of the door a knocked twice and called her name. No answer. Knocking again he said.

“Y/n? It’s me, Neville....you’re boyfriend?”

Still no answer.

Taking a deep breath Neville grabbed the door handle “please don’t be naked” he whispered. He entered the room with his hand over his eyes and the other still on the door handle, after a few seconds he took a peak from between his fingers to find her curled in bed, her back facing him. Concerned Neville makes his way to her in only a few long strides.

Sitting on the bed behind her, he begins to rub her back “are you awake?” He asks softly, she nods her head.

“Yes, I’m awake, I don’t want to get out of bed”

Neville leans over to take a look at her face to see tears running down her cheeks. He takes his glove off and gently wiped away a tear or two “what’s wrong, love?” Sniffling she mumbles to him “imonmyperiod”. Neville opens and closes his mouth, trying to processes what she said because he couldn’t hear her “I-I’m sorry, what?” He stuttered.

Y/n sighs and roll over to face him, guessing there’s no way to beat around the bush with this one. “I’m on my period” she told him, looking at her fingers, Neville took a few more seconds again before saying “uhm....what’s a period?” Y/n let’s out a small chuckle. “What? Your grandmoms never told you about it?” She asks him, he shook his head “no, never”.

Biting the inside of her cheek, thinking of ways to easily explain having your period to Neville. “Well” y/n begun “every once a month females bleed out from there.....you know” gesturing to her genitalia “and it technically means you’re not pregnant, so in a way it’s a blessing and a curse because you get cramps and they hurt really bloody bad” licking his lips and taking in the information he just received, failing with a few words Neville asks.

“So....you aren’t pregnant?”

Her eyes widen “merlins beard! No! That’s the whole point of me having my period, so I know I’m not pregnant” she tells him, he lets out a breath he was holding in. “I’m mean, Christ, Neville, we’ve never even done anything” Y/n laughing came to a stop as another wave of cramps invaided her stomach and letting a few tears slip. Neville lays his hand on your shoulder “are you alright? S-should I take you to Madam Pomfrey?” She shook her head “no, I’ve dealt with it before, you should get to Hogsmeade before everyone leaves” y/n told him.

Neville visibly swallows as if he didn’t want to go without her “are you sure? I can stay here with you, I don’t mind” he insisted, once again y/n shook her head “no, I don’t want you to waist a Hogsmeade trip on me, I’ll be alright, I’ll go to the next one, I just want to sleep these cramps off” she said as her eyes started to flutter closed. Neville had an idea, leaving y/n alone to leave for Hogsmeade, catching up with Dean and Seamus.

“What’s up with you, mate? You’re counting your galloens like they’ll disappear” Seamus said, wrapping his jacket around him tighter. Dean let out a quick laugh, Neville glanced at him then back down to his galloens “y/n on her period, so I thought I might get her some of her favorite things” he replied. Seamus looked puzzled, looking at Dean for help. “Alright, a female gets a period about every once a month?” Dean says.

“Once a month” Neville confirms, still counting his galloens.

“Right, so basically they bleed out...down below, and they get like bad cramps and stuff” Dean told Seamus, looking more confused and slightly disturbed “how do you know, Dean?” He questions, Dean just gives him a look “I have sisters you prat” smacking Seamus upside the head, giving out a light chuckle.

Neville visited her favorite shops, stopping first at The Three Broomsticks, waiting patiently up at the bar for him to be spotted. Not long after a lady spots him and makes her way over to him “how can I help you, love?”

“Uh, y-yes, can I get a hot chocolate to go please?” He stumbled, he wasn’t the best when it came to talking to strangers “m-my girlfriends on her period” sometimes he overshared too. Giving Neville a warm smile the lady ordered another employee to get the hot chocolate. Neville stood there, looking down at the bar top “you must be a good boyfriend” the lady said after a few seconds of silence, glancing up at her Neville responded “I-I hope so”

Laughing a bit the lady handed Neville the hot drink “alright, that’ll be two galloens please” reaching into his coat he grabbed two galloens, placing them into the lady’s hand and grabbing the cup “thank you, have a good day” the lady gave him a nod “no problem, you too hun” Neville turned to leave but the lady called after him “I recommend going over to Madam Puddifoots and getting ginger tea, it helps with cramps” she told him, he gave her a smile and a thumbs up, scurrying over there.

Nevilles last stop was Honeydukes, getting y/n chocolate after Hermione told him it’s a essential for periods. Getting a few more of his and her favorite candy, he headed back to Hogwarts with Dean and Seamus. Seamus going on about something Neville wasn’t paying attention to, his mind was back to her, wondering if she had been crying again from the pain. It only made him want to get back to Hogwarts quicker “you need help there, mate?” Dean asks “your arms are practically over flowing” Neville appreciated his gesture cause his arms in fact, were over flowing “yes please”.

As the students started to trickle through Hogwarts entrance, Neville broke away from his friends and made his way to Y/n as quick as he could without spilling or dropping anything. Once he made it back to her dorm he somehow managed to open the door and find her in the same position, upon hearing the door open y/n turned to see who had come in, spotting Neville and his arms full.

Sitting up and staring at Neville with her mouth open as he placed two drinks on her nightstand and all the goodies at her feet “Neville...” she started, he sat down next to her “I thought it would be a nice thing to do, after seeing how much pain you were in” he told her, she felt tears prick at her water line and her vision blur a bit “oh, love, you didn’t have too, this is so sweet” Neville just pulled her into a hug and let her cry a few tears on his shoulder “I wanted too, you deserve it” he whispered to her.

Making room for him, she told him “here, get under the covers with me, you must be cold” he slipped off his shoes and took his first jacket off. He handed her the hot chocolate “here, I know how much you like The Three Broomsticks hot chocolate, a lady there recommend the ginger tea from Madam Puddifoots for the, uh, cramps” a huge smile etched its way onto y/n‘s face, leaning forward she gave him a kiss on the cheek before placing a sweet kiss on his lips “thank you so much, Neville, this is hands down one of the nicest things someone has done for me” she told him.

Feeling his heart sore with love and appreciation, Neville wrapped one of his arms around her shoulder and pulled her in to cuddle “Hermione suggested I get you chocolate as well” he said reaching for a few chocolate brands, handing them to y/n. Throwing her head back and letting out a groan she reached for the chocolate, wanting to devour it “yes, oh my god, you don’t understand how badly I’ve been wanting a chocolate frog or two”

Neville looked down and smiled, even though she didn’t go to Hogsmeade with him, he’d say it was a great day. The two of them ended up spending almost the rest of the day sitting in bed and talking, but it was a perfect way to spend it.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Can you do a list of Mic being pure w/ his favorite student, (y/n) (like, he’s not afraid to show it), but she’s living with her friend and their family since she’s alone in Japan, and trying to keep it a secret. But when he finds out he’s just “ASDFGHJKLWHAT”, and he’s trying to help her with so many things, which soon evolves to “custody of child—”.

https://dontbesoweirdkira.tumblr.com/post/189518600672/hey-its-me-again-i-hope-you-are-still-open-for

A/N: I first would like to say I ALSO HAVE EATEN A NUCLEAR REACTOR...it tasted like radiation and strawberries yummy!  Here’s your soft present mic X student. I hope you enjoy.  

(I kind of made it where you aren’t fully living with your friend. Just bouncing from the streets to her house every so often if that makes sense??)Requests open

-So at first Mic didn’t notice anything was up...well no he did but he kind of brushed it off since he didn’t want to cross any boundaries.

-Like when he asked for your parents signature but they were always somehow “out of town” or “working overtime” 

-Or when he was going to offer you a ride home since it was pretty late but you just insisted to walk by yourself. And how you didn’t bother to call them and let them know you were going to be home a bit later than usual. 

-He was always curious but like i said he didn’t want to cross a boundary and make you feel uncomfortable about something so personal. Besides how would he bring it up?

-”Hey Y/N, Why do you always conveniently “forget” to fill out your home address on forms?” 

-Yeah see his dilemma?^ And like what if it was nothing and it really was just a convenience.  It seemed better to leave it alone and not worry. You’d tell him if something was going on, right?

-Maybe one day you’re talking to your friend and He’s just around the corner so he overhears the conversation.

-”Hey Y/N, my family is going out of town for a few weeks. I- i would ask if you could come with so you’ll have some place to stay but we are going out of the county and you know how that is..”

-”Oh..um..Don’t worry, I'll figure something out.”

-”Are you sure? I- i can always leave the house key so you can have somewhere safe to go? But uhm, My cousin might come over every so often to watch a game or to check the house so be alert and make sure he doesn’t see you.” 

-”N-No it’s okay, seriously. I’ll find somewhere to go, thank you though. ”

-”Well, I'll leave the key under the doormat if you change your mind, we’re leaving in the afternoon tomorrow so after then the place will be yours for a bit.I’ll text you later, ‘kay?”

-He’s shocked?? Like he thought maybe your at home life wasn’t good or maybe you were embarrassed about living in a low income place, but you were homeless?? And you’ve been staying with your friends every so often?? Why didn’t you tell him? Did you not feel comfortable? He’s in this weird state of shock and acknowledgement.

-For the rest of the school day hE Is cOnTemPlaTiNg oN WhaT tO Do. He’s not sure how he should bring it up or even if he should bring it up. 

- *is casually being torn apart internally as he’s trying to teach english*

-*dEeP sPaCe STarE while he is standing at the board pointing to the sentence structures*

-”Sensei, are you oka-”

-”IMTHINKINGASHARDASICANTOFIGUREOUTASOLUTIONDONTPRESSUREMEoKaY.”

-lolol but once classes are over he taps you on the shoulder and asks if he could walk with you home for a bit. You visibly nervous, you reject and say “Umm It’s all right Mr.Hizashi, you’re busy and I don't want you to take up any of your time plus it’s late and I'm tired and i have to go and-”

-”Y/n...You don’t have to make up excuses, I know you don’t have anywhere to stay.”

-stopping in your tracks, your eyes went wide and you faced him 

-”I heard you talking to that friend this morning.”

-M-mr.Hizashi I can explain-”

-cutting you off once again he begins “Hey, you don’t have to do any of that. It’s your business. But I don’t want you to just roaming around or staying anywhere alone anymore, okay? If you would like, I have an extra bedroom at my house, you can stay there until we get everything sorted.”

-”No..Mr.Hizashi...It’s okay..I’ll be okay, I’ve always have. Plus you have been such a great teacher and already went out of your way more than what I could have asked...staying with you would be too much.”

-”Y/n, it’s okay to ask for help. I seriously don’t mind. At least stay for the night so you can eat and have a roof over your head, then in the morning we’ll figure something out.”

-You hesitantly accepted but you told him that you’d be out of his hair as soon as the next morning hit.

-That night going to his house was...nice to say the least. The guest bedroom that he had was bigger than your friend’s kitchen and nicer than any place that you’ve stayed at. It really was heaven. So warm and cosy. There was a nice sense of nostalgia and security, something you’ve haven’t felt in years. His home was somewhere anyone would want to live in their whole lives. 

-”Once you’ve settled down, you can come to the dining room. I ordered some take out, I figured you’d be hungry.”

-For a moment you sat on the fluffy bed and just took in everything. God was so good to you right now and honestly you thanked him. Although it frustrates you to think that this would only last for a second and you’d be back on the streets, roaming around. Yeah yeah, Hizashi wants to help you but you knew soon he’d get tired of your presence in his house…..they all did. 

-Taking a deep breath, you went to go meet hizashi in the dining room.

-He welcomed you then motioned you to sit down at any of the seats at the table. “Oh hey, there’s miss america. You may sit anywhere you’d like. And help yourself to the food here.”

-You sat down across from him, only not to look at him just to have your eyes on the empty plate in front of you. You didn’t really touch any of the food actually or even make a sound. You weren’t trying to be rude or anything, you just..there was a lot on your mind and facing hizashi seemed difficult.

-”Are you okay Y/N? I hope sushi is okay. I- i meant to um ask what you would like to eat first. I’m sorry.”

-”No I’m sorry for-,”  twiddling your thumbs for a moment you then looked towards the blonde fellow “Mr.Hizashi..My parents left when I was around three but they left me with my aunt. She was a very good person and took good care of me but she got very ill...and um you know. At first I was living in her apartment but i couldn’t pay for it when it was time for rent so..I stayed with my friend for a couple of months. But her parents kind of got tired of me staying there and it was this thing, so I lied and told them I found a family member to stay with. And um up until now I've been staying on the streets. Sometimes having a sleepover once every so often.”

-”Y/n…”

-”I didn’t tell you because I was so scared… I didn't know what to do and I really really don’t want to go in foster care or anything so I just thought I was better off keeping it from you. But I guess it backfired anyways because you still found out haha….I’m sorry Hizashi. I hope you don’t think of me any less. I- it was a tough situation and all and you know how that is...”

-He immeadately stood up, walked over to you and hugged you. It was with So mUcH compassion and genuine love. You really was his favorite student no scratch that HIS FAVORITE HUMAN i swear he would end the world for you. 

-He gave you a little cheek kiss and was like “I’m not letting anyone put you in foster care and I'm sure as hell am not kicking you out even if i have to take custody of you.”

-”w-wait what? wAiT wHaT???”

-”KID IM fucking keeping you here safe with me even if i’m in court all year. We are going to make this work somehow, you aren’t doing this alone anymore. Do you understand?”

-YeAh hEs cRyInG iM cRyinG yOuRe CryInG wE aLl CryinG 

-BRO YOU ARE UGLY CRYING NOT NO SOFT CUTE CRY LIKE HAHA YOU SOUND LIKE A WALRUS TRYING TO SAY ‘t-tH-Th-HaNKy-yyy-YoUUU-UOi  mR hIzZaShIiIi”

-He whipes the tears of your cheeks and ruffles your hair 

-”it’ll be okay Y/N, I promise.”

-I swear he’s like rushing to the computer and trying to figure out how to adopt you.

-”HoW tO aDoPt a ChILD wHen You aRe a hEro.”

-There's an actual wiki-how about it???????

-No but he’s really doing his research and is visiting lawyers trying to find the right one. He has them immediately looking into everything and making sure that his chances of getting you is as high as possible. 

-He’s up late at night on the phone, emailing,  and writing

-He has pounds and pounds of evidence that he is the most fit person to take care of you. He is not playing whatsoever

-He already let’s you decorate and he even gives you an office so you can do work or whatever. He most definitely brought you clothes and stuff for your room.

-When the courts and everything finally approves it after a long year of fighting, he picked you up and spun you around.

-”What did I tell you?!? I was not going to lose you and i made sure of that. And starting today and the rest of  forever you’ll never have to be alone.”

-BonUs

-100% takes you out somewhere super fun and nice. 

-”Wait we must take a selfie, The first day we are legally Father-daughter!”

-The most chaotic duo now, Everyone at school knows he adopted you and like he won't let anyone forget it.

-MISSSSSS AMERICAAAAAAA, is now, MISSSSSSS HIZAAAAASSSHHHHHIIIIIIII.

-”WHEEEEERRREEEE ISSS MYYYY LITTLE MUSHROOM???”

-”YYYYYY/NNNNN YOU LEFT YOUR BAG IN MY MINIVAN.”

-He has a minivan now. It also has a ‘Yeah I’m a soccer dad and i’m proud’ sticker on it.

-He joined the PTA 

-HE IS SOOO BIASED I SWEAR NO ONE IS ABOVE YOU IN HIS CLASS AND NO ONE BETTER SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT

-Always hugging you and giving you little cheek kisses when he sees you in the halls

-Made a titled track called “Now a dad”

-he most definitely wears ‘Best Dad’ shirts now. He also is in a ‘Single dad’s in Japan’ group now

-”I think we look just alike, Don’t we Y/N?” you both smiled and posed at the same time

[dezemberzwolf]

I keep thinking about this bit from a certain masterpost and it's:

“Salieri was in stature small rather than large, neither fat nor lean, of a brunette complexion, lively eyes, black hair, temperament choleric, quick tempered.” –Ignaz Franz von Mosel

Because I kinda wanna hear your thoughts about it, specifically the 'temperament choleric' and 'quick tempered' bits and how it can somehow influence FGO Salieri's Man in Grey part in some way

okay first i digress: i am not sure how i feel about the title of the masterpost, considering as a historian i am noooooot the biggest fan of trying to post-mortem diagnose people (especially because a lot of the stuff they submit as ‘im diagnosing this guy as autistic’ is like buddy, i have 90% of those traits. its why i find salieri hilariously relatable. im not autistic, im adhd, can we as like people on the internet and not historians stop trying to slap modern labels on non-modern people. i dont even like people putting specific lgbt labels on historical figures who were known to be non-cishet but without a self-chosen id) but it is otherwise interesting little tidbits :)

anyways, that particular pet peeve of mine aside:

nyahahaha i unironically love irl salieri being a crotchety bastard it makes him so delightful i want to hang out with him so bad. i think he would fit in at family card night.

i do know that a lot of both mozart and salieri in fgo were based heavily on the amadeus movie, and a few little tidbits from l’opera rock (thanks pfalz for confirming you watched that one) so i think these parts would be involved in fgo both as historical and as much as they’re involved in other takes on salieri. fgo salieri is an amalgam, intentionally, so there’s that.

the physical part of that description does also make me think of the living salieri design pfalz did, which i very much love:

lively eyes :) [me crying about how cute this salieri is]

aaaaanyways with regard to the volatile emotive state and being quick to anger, that much is pretty obvious. salieri in fgo is a perfectionist who is very quick to fly into irritation, sticking himself in endless positive feedback loops of emotion he has a hard time getting out of unless someone forces him to snap back. in lb1 he goes from manic to “oh god my music sucks and im worthless” in the span of two seconds, his ability to snap into ‘ill kill mozart’ grey man mode is split-second in oniland, and in passionlip’s interlude it’s implied that while teaching her to play piano he either got so mad he transformed or that she simply saw him as monstrous. (the last one there is kind of not entirely his fault, considering lip’s passive skill forces people to get violent with her even if they wouldn’t normally, but it does definitely imply a temper.)

grey man destabilizes his emotions heavily, and a lot of these flickers and rapid back-and-forths are in direct response to being under stress. when he’s not stressed he’s pretty even - unfortunately, he’s usually stressed. very minor things set him off, but on the other hand, a lot of what he’s worried about is his and others’ safety. salieri thinks himself directly dangerous, which could potentially be due to his knowledge of himself as volatile. i think it’s more due to his knowledge of himself as ‘a thing that brings death’ and not wanting to get anyone else caught up in his fire.

avengers as a class are extremely emotion-based. you cannot become an avenger without wanting revenge, and that in itself is a choice that is always made out of anger. avengers are driven by their emotion and their wants more than any other class, the want to destroy or to protect or to find something that is theirs. they are a class of stubborn, stubborn anger.

either way! uhm, in conclusion, since this was very stream of consciusness analysis: i do think that the implied volatility of those temperaments in irl salieri are present in fgo salieri, fgo salieri is more very deeply affected by his own depression and anxiety, he is very clearly mentally unwell and that causes him to have easily triggered episodes of anxiety or mania-depression swings rather than anger

it’s also a personal headcanon of mine that whatever salieri does feel, he does not feel it in a minor sense or on the middle end of the spectrum. he is either at a 0 or a 10 on a scale, there’s no range. when he’s upset, he’s upset. check his valentines scene, he goes from ‘casual and generally amiable’ to ‘absolutely freaking the fuck out’ in like, a sentence. quick tempered for every temperament, pinging between emotions in a way that actively exhausts him because it’s just hard to feel so much all the time.

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𖤍『𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟||𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟』𖤍

TRIGGER WARNING FOR VOMIT!

Pairing: Simeon X M!Reader

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  You nervously watched the clock at the front of the classroom that was full of demons, you and most importantly, Simeon, your crush ever since you’ve arrived in Devildom for the exchange program. 

  Thing is, you loved the angel so very much, but you knew he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings. After all, he was an angel of The Lord, The Lord your parents told you that he would throw you away from the pearly white gates into hell for liking guys. Now, here you are, sitting in Devildom with your angelic crush, that probably would hate you if word of your feelings ever got out.

  You always tried to deny your feelings towards the beautiful angel at first, avoiding eye contact and convincing yourself it was just the anxiety of meeting a new friend. Then those feelings got stronger and you could no longer deny it: You, (F/N) (L/N) are in love with Simeon, one of The Lord’s angels. You couldn’t resist loving him. He was perfect. Dark hair, clear dark skin that was nothing less than perfection, a body that looked like a master sculptor created him, his soothing voice that never failed to make you weak in the knees and his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes that captivated you and stared straight into your soul.

  You didn’t even realize the bell rang until your incubus friend, (Name), tapped your shoulder. Snapping out of your little trance, you look up at your demon friend, who was looking at you with a concerned glint in his mischievous eyes.

  “Hey (Y/N), you okay? You’ve been spacing out lately…” He asked, worried. You nodded with a sheepish smile on your face.

  “Yeah, I just got a lot on my mind…” You replied as you began to shove your books in your book bag. Your friend nodded before asking something that would cause you trouble later.

  “Do you wanna talk about it? We could head to the music room if you want. It’s usually empty.”

  It was a compelling offer. You could tell your closest friend here about what’s been going on in your conflicted brain, full of toxic thoughts, and feel some of the weight of your burden lift off your shoulders.

  “Yeah, Let’s go.” You said after a bit of thought. Smiling, you stood up from your seat, pushing your chair before beginning to follow your friend to the music, which was close to your next class so you didn’t mind a quick vent session here. Sitting on the bench in front of the piano, your friend looks at you, as if to say ‘The stage is yours’. Taking a deep breath, you began to pour out your heart.

  “Well, you see...I really like Simeon, like- not even like, it’s more like love. I’ve tried to ignore these feelings but I- I can’t! They won’t go away and I want to act on them, but he’s an angel of the LORD! A man my parents told me would banish me to the pits of HELL for even liking men in the romantic sense! I- I just don’t know...I don’t want to ruin the friendship I have with him because of my feelings. I don’t want him to see me as a disgusting pervert who likes men…” You vented these feelings to your friend, stopping once the one minute bell rang, signalling for everyone to hurry to class. Standing up, (M/N) smiled and patted your head.

  “I gotta go, but thanks for telling me! Let’s talk more about this later.” The way he acted as he left the room left you confused and worried. What’s with this hurried attitude of his? It’s weird.

  Little did you know, you’d find out during lunch.

  You sigh as you exited the music room and briskly walked to your Devildom History class, which you shared with Solomon and again, Simeon. You loved yet hated that class. You loved the subject and the fact you had two friends that sat next to you, but the teacher’s voice made you sleepy and Solomon is a chaotic bastard, but you had to resist the urge to backhand the bastard sorcerer because Simeon was there and you didn’t him to think you were aggressive.

  Entering your class as the bell rang, you took your seat next to Simeon and across from Solomon, Solomon let out a hum as he watched you sit down in your seat. It wasn’t often you came in late. It’s happened a few times but that’s because you were either using the restroom or had to give papers to a teacher during passing period, but usually you would text him or Simeon if you were gonna be a little later than usual.

  “(Y/N), Where were you?” Solomon asked, looking at you curiously. You shifted in your seat nervously, fumbling over your words as you attempted to make up an excuse as to why you were late. As much as you hated lying, you couldn’t let them know about the little vent session you had because you knew he would ask your friend later about what went on.

  “O-Oh, I just got caught up talking to someone who missed a day and needed the notes.” You lied through your teeth with a smile, praying that your lie was convincing enough for him to noy question you further. Giving you a suspicious glance, he somehow knew you didn’t want to talk about what actually went down.

  “Oh okay, I was about to ask Simeon here if you even showed up to class.” He hummed as he looked over at Simeon, who nodded with a smile.

  “Yes, he was here last period. However, (Y/N), you seemed really out of it. Are you okay?” He asked as he looked at you, a slight glimmer of concern sparkled in his cerulean eyes. Your face heated up a little as you looked to your desk and nodded, avoiding eye contact with the angel you loved oh so dearly.

  “Yeah, just tired, I guess…” You answered as you reached into your bag, grabbing your notebook and pencil case while the teacher entered the room and headed to the front, which was your cue to open your notebook to begin taking notes once the teacher began to teach.

  Devildom History flew by quickly since the notes were short and sweet and you guys had gotten a simple worksheet to do with our table, so it was a breeze for you three. However, next was lunch, which would bring you the most despair. 

  Walking into the cafeteria, you immediately noticed that other demons were looking at you weirdly and whispering among themselves which made you nervous. What were they talking about? Usually, you wouldn't worry about it, but something in your gut told you it wasn't something nice.

  You tried to deny that disgusting feeling in your gut that made you wanna vomit out whatever was in your stomach. You were doing so well until halfway to the lunchroom, you ended up hearing what the other students were talking about.

  "Didn't you hear? (Y/n) has a crush on Simeon." Hearing those words felt so wrong. There was no way they could've known that. You only told one person-...oh.

  You stopped in your tracks, Simeon and Solomon turned to face you, since they noticed you fell behind. Simeon frowned as he walked over to you, clearing not hearing the whispers from the others.

  "(Y/N), are you-" You didn't even stay to let him finish the sentence and you bolted to the nearest boy's restroom, throwing yourself into the first open stall you saw and locking it. Tears were falling down and you felt so damn sick. You couldn't believe it, that bastard betrayed your trust and told EVERYONE about something you weren't ready to tell anyone, this took you months to tell him and now within one class period, the entire school fucking knew about your dirty secret.

  Soon enough, you collapsed on the dirty bathroom floor and began to throw up in the toilet, your body couldn't handle the stress anymore and you just puked out stomach acid since you truthfully didn't eat much this morning. Once the vomiting stopped, you leaned against the stall door, panting heavily as tears streamed down your face in great amounts. 

  You thought you would have more time to yourself so you could cry but turns out no one in Devildom, The Celestial Realm or the Human world planned for that to fucking happen since you faintly heard the bathroom door open and someone step inside. Quickly, you cover your mouth, hoping you could muffle your sobs enough so the person who just entered the bathroom could do what they needed to do and leave without questioning why you were crying in a bathroom stall. Again, you weren't that lucky.

  "(Y/N)? Are you in here?" You tensed up heavily when you heard his voice. You were scared to death. No, it wasn't Diavolo or Lucifer. It was Simeon. Out of everyone, it had to be the guy who probably hated you now. You decided to keep your pride and stay quiet, praying that he would leave.

  "(Y/N), I...I heard what they were saying," Are you fucking sERIOUS- "and, uhm...I want you to know that I'm not mad and this isn't going to tear us apart, if anything, if what they said is true...I like you too. More than friends." 

  What he just admitted made you throw your head back in surprise, causing you to hit your head on the fucking stall door, which made you and Simeon startled.

  Simeon...loves you back? You were so sure he would've hated you for loving him yet… he feels the same way.

  "(Y/N)?!" In a heartbeat, he was outside that stall door, knocking on it. You gently sighed and shakingly stood up, holding onto the metal bar on the side for stability so you didn't fall.

  "...did...you mean what you said?" You asked meekly through the door. Before you come out of the bathroom stall you're hiding in, you need to make sure so you don't make a fool of yourself again.

  "Of course! I wouldn't lie to you, (Y/N)..." You could hear his voice and almost knew he was telling the truth. Taking a deep breath, you gently unlocked the door and opened it, revealing your post-breakdown state to the angel you loved.

  "(Y/n)! Are you okay?" Simeon's hands came to gently rest on your shoulders, his cerulean eyes scanning your frame to make sure you were okay. Gently nodding, you wipe the stray tears from your face as you steady your breathing.

  "Yeah...I just was stressed that I got outed by someone I trusted." You mumbled. Simeon nodded understandingly as he pulled you to his chest, holding you close to him as he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead.

  "I'm glad you love me too, I wish I could've found out through you, though."

  "Believe me, me too."

  We shared a brief laugh at my comment before Simeon pulled back and gently grabbed your hand, smiling sweetly at you.

  "Come on, let's go get some lunch. I'm sure you're hungry, my little lamb." You smiled at the nickname and nodded.

  "Alright, let's go."

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Reposted from my wattpad oneshot book "devildom tales || obey me x reader"

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[technicolor--dreams]

the object of her affection chapter 18 (FINAL CHAPTER)

Hello, Idk if anyone is still reading (i did post this for the 3 people who were kind enought to relpy they were interested, after all ) but if you read this all the way through:

thank you

PLEASE feel free to let me know if you liked it, or if you didn’t, or any other thoughts about it, really, i would be delighted!

I’ll be back by christmastime with another story, this time based on jugenea (not them irl but their movies) - i would post it now but it’s set on xmas, so i’ll wait - but again, feel free to let me know if that is somehting you would like to read :)

enjoy the last chapter, finger crossed it won’t let you down!

The next morning, Susan stood by the airport gate, Oscar secured into his doggy carrier next to the rest of her luggage.  Her mother, father Joseph and Connor watched over her, some more misty eyed than others, but all quite emotional in their own way.

"Do you have everything?" Mrs. Holbrook asked.

Susan nodded, but her mother didn't listen and fished out a packet of ritz crackers and seltzer water out of her giant purse. "Here. Don't believe what they say. Airplane food is still airplane food, no matter what class you're travelling. This will help you with hunger and the altitude, in case you get sick."

"Darling, she's moving out, not shipping off to war!" her husband exclaimed, before addressing his daughter. "You know I'm not good at this sentimental stuff, but I'm proud of you, and I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble.  Now, go out there and prove me right."

"Thank you. I will." Susan replied, hugging her father on an impetus. In turn, he patted her on the back.

Mrs. Holbrook, at this sight, couldn't help but burst into tears, sobbing into her embroider handkerchief.

"My baby!" she jumped into her daughter's arms. "Re-member to - call. Don't forget - about your poor folks!" she blabbed through sobs, refusing to let go.

“You’re wetting her suit!” her husband said, dragging her away gently and circling his arms around her shoulders. “Come here.”

When it came his turn to say goodbye, Joseph stepped forward, a nervous smile plastered on his face.

“So ...” he began. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I do.” Susan replied. “Thank you for calling Connor.”

“I didn’t know how else to get him here. I hope you’ll forgive my unorthodox methods.”

“You’re speaking to the queen of unorthodox methods. In fact, you don’t even know the half of it.”

Joseph furrowed his brows. “Always been a woman of mystery, uh?”

“It’s part of my charm.” Susan shrugged.

“So, friends?” he extended his hand.

“Yes. Friends.” she shook his hand back, and he dragged her into a quick half-hug.

Hug over, she took the chance to change the subject. “Have you talked to Helen, by chance? I saw her at the party last night.”

“We spoke briefly.”

“Make things right with her. I think she misses you, even if it’s hard for her to admit it. She’s a swell girl, you know? I like her very much.”

“Me too.”

“Good.” she poked him playfully on the shoulder blade. “Then prove it.”

“I hope you’re right.” Joseph replied, looking wistfully into the distance.

“Was I ever wrong?”

“Some things will never change.” Joseph laughed, and Susan joined him. “Have a safe trip.” he then said, said, before kissing her on the cheek and stepping away.

When it came Connor’s turn to say goodbye, the other three decided to give the two lovers some privacy, and sat on a bench a few feet away.

“I wish you could come there with me now.” Susan sighed.

“Me too. But It’s only a couple of weeks. As soon as I sort things out with work and find a place to stay, I’ll be there. What’s that compared to three months, after all?”

“That’s different.” Susan replied. “Before, I thought you’d never come back. Now I’ll count every minute until you do.”

“I’ll call every day. And as soon as I get my ticket, I’ll give you the details.”

Susan nodded, a slight pout on her ruby lips.

“Come here.” Connor said, holding her tight and pressing a kiss on top of her head.

Their interlude didn’t last long, for it was soon interrupted by a feminine voice, announcing final boarding for Susan’s flight.

“That’s me.” Susan said, gathering her bags.

“Alright. So ...” Connor said morosely. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Two weeks” she replied, a little misty eyed.

Then, before Connor could blink, she was already at the boarding door, waving in his direction. He waved back weakly, before she disappeared altogether from his sight.

4 years later …

"Gordon Hewitt ..." the Dean of faculty called in a resounding voice, and Susan tapped her shoes impatiently, watching the fair young man in front of her stepping on the stage, before accepting his diploma and turning the tassel on his left side as per tradition.

"Susan Holbrook ..." she finally heard her name being called, and all she could hear was the pounding of her heart and her heels clacking on the wood.

After she turned took her diploma and turned her tassel, she turned around to face the crowd. Connor and her parents stood by the middle row, slighly off to the left, applauding and smiling proud. Joseph couldn't be there as much as he wish he could've come, but to be fair, he had a pretty good excuse, so she didn't hold it against him. As usual, her mother was wiping tears from her face.

Susan smiled and waved, before winking in Connor's direction, who in turn shook his head, and laughed. Until she got married, or had children, this would be the best day of her life.

* * *

After the ceremony, her parents insisted to treat her and Connor to a british style five o’clock tea in one of the best (and most expensive) tearooms in San Francisco.

"I know this isn't exactly your scene." Susan whispered to Connor as they sat down in the ornate, Victorian style room. "I told them not to go to any trouble, but you know how they are."

"It's alright." He patted her hand under the table. "It's your day."

A waiter soon arrived, and after everyone made their orders, the group fell into an easy conversation.

“So, tell me everything about the baby.” Susan told her mother. “I’m so curious.”

“Joseph didn’t tell me much, he was quite frazzled himself. All I know is, her name is Daisy, she was born yesterday at noon, and she weighs six pounds.”

“How’s Helen?”

“Good. Tough, you can imagine, with two children under the age of four, she won’t sleep for a while.”

“Oh, I must ask her to send us a picture of the children together.” she told Connor. “We haven’t seen little Joey since Christmas.”

“He’s already three feet and half. He’s gonna be tall.” Mr. Holbrook said, as though that was somehow a point of pride.

Finally, their desserts arrived – lemon tart for Connor, chocolate pudding for Susan, coconut cream pie for Mrs. Holbrook, and scones for her husband.

“How’s the pudding?” Connor asked, beginning to dig into his tart.

“Uhm, Are nuts supposed to be in this?”she replied, after a couple of spoonfuls.

“I don’t think so. Why?” her mother asked.

“There’s something crunchy down there.” she wrinkled her nose.

“Dig it up, maybe it’s a cherry.” Connor told her.

Susan inserted her spoon into the glass once again, and lifting it up she couldn’t hide her surprise. “… I don’t think cherries are supposed to sparkle.”

“Well, how did that get in there?” Connor feigned innocence, as Susan picked out the Ruby red ring and cleaned it with a napkin.

“You tell me.” she replied back.

“You said you would think about getting married only after you graduated. So, let’s do it, before you start law school.”

“But – how did you know we would come here … “ she asked before turning towards her parents. “You guys were in on this, weren’t you?”

Her parents merely shrugged, smiling from ear to ear at their cleverness.

“I have to say, mother’s poker face game has seriously improved.”

“So?” Connor asked, quite impatient. “What do you say about a summer wedding?

“Summer’s perfect.” Susan replied, putting the ring on her left finger.

And it really was.

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Set The Night Alight | pjm

Set The Night Alight

— Shining through the city with a little funk and soul, Park Jimin sets your night alight.

Word Count: 2,159 Contents: flUFF, a pinch of AnGST, having fun, y/n be stressin’ but still hustlin’, jimin be sweet af uwu, mention of Hobi, Yoongs, n Kookie, non-idol au, best friends to lovers! au Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

A/N: I planned on posting earlier but uhm... I didn’t eheh This one is heavily inspired by Dynamite! My sister got a great screenshot of Jimin so I made used it for an edit and write this little blurb skskksksks Hope you enjoyed!

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A grimace resurfaced on your face for the umpteenth time as you swerve away from yet another couple eating each other’s face before your very eyes. A frustrated huff left your lips at the inconvenience adding to the ever-growing misfortune you’ve had for the night. Just to your left earlier you had witnessed a crummy-looking drunk getting slapped by a woman for grinding on another girl.

You fled to a less distasteful area of the club, all by your lonesome. This has got to be the worst night out you’ve ever been to—and at the worst day of your life to date, too!

After waking up with nerves raging over test results in anticipation, you forced yourself to be ignorant of the looming sense of disaster you’ve felt since the night before. You wanted to start the day with a positive mental attitude—try to, at the very least. However, you were further tested.

When you arrived late to class after missing the bus, the professor looked at you with a disappointed stare that could rival that of your overbearing parents’. It was then announced to the class the news that you’ve been waiting for since you woke up. As it had turned out, you did fail the test. You didn’t cry, of course—even though part of you wanted to—but it definitely took a toll on you.  

For the rest of the day, anyone who would’ve laid eyes on you could sense the despair lingering in your aura. Your body sagged at the figurative weight you carried on you, as though you were Atlas holding the world on your very back. Your (e/c) eyes blinked as slowly as you responded to the world around you—your mind stuck in a haze that dipped your heart into more emotional baggage.  

Work came after class, as you, of course, had to support yourself for the goals and dreams you had in life. Alas, even the haven you found in the small diner was short-lived. Your ex-boyfriend enters the premises with his monthly new plaything, effectively souring your mood even more. Being the bastard that he is, he reveled at the contrast of your lives and though you didn’t bother to care about aspects, his general presence still irked you.  

“I thought I told you to get rid of that frown, hm?”

Pulled out of your stupor, you lightly jumped with a gasp as you were rendered startled and alarmed by the unannounced presence, until you realized that it was only Park Jimin—resident wild child, fellow diner worker, and best friend of six years. He had the audacity to giggle at your despair, while you recover from the slight scare with a hint of relief.

Your eyebrows furrowed with yet another frown. "I thought I told not to sneak up on me like that, hm?" You snippily countered, landing a smack on his arm to which he let out a yelp at.  

Still, Jimin grins brightly, a little woozy and clearly enjoying himself—a stark contrast to your still sober and still fuming state. He had two glasses of soju with him, setting them down before the two of you and leaning against the tall table on his elbows. "Come on, (Y/N). The night is young. We're young," he urges you, "You should really learn to loosen up."

If you had a dollar for every single time he's told you this phrase, you would have enough money to not be such a sour puss. It's not like you didn't have conception of fun. You, too, can be wild, go party, and dance the night away—albeit not as stunningly as your best friend—but with the fire in you that you're desperately trying to keep alive to spite the world, you found it difficult to easily do so.

Agitated, you ran your hands through the (h/c) hair that you've barely even brushed throughout the day. "A man almost vomited on me while I was out there," you cursed, not really at him, but it still stung nonetheless. You bring the bottle to your lips, wincing a bit at the taste but still gulping. Jimin does the same.

After a moment, you break the silence, fiddling with your fingers. You knew the irritable state you were in wasn’t easy on Jimin—or anyone else really. "I'm sorry, Chim," you sigh, "but you know I really can't be in the mood right now. We should’ve stuck with binging night."

Something about standing in the local pub right now made you feel out of place. Though you know you shouldn't be, you were irking to get going and do something else—something productive. Not that you would’ve been that productive with binging night, but at the very least you would’ve caught up on your current favorite series. Then, you would’ve had more time to do actual fruitful activities.  

You paused for a moment, frowning at your own way of thinking.

For the majority of your life, all you did was hustle. You were uptight, determined with proving yourself and the rest of those who've wronged you that you could be the thriving woman of your dreams, living the life goals you're working ends meat to achieve. The fire in you longed to see the people who abandoned you on their knees, kissing your feet at your success. And so, you move on after moping a little—this day will be yet another testament to such a fighting spirit.

At times you applauded your resilience. You were proud of the things you've managed to move yourself on from. Alas, this meant that you often starve yourself of care and leisure. Jimin knows this brilliant yet damning mindset of yours and constantly tries to ease you into the carefree lands of self-love.

When Jimin had offered you this night out after your shifts, you instantly rejected the offer, like you almost always do. He didn't like the way you held back on having fun, because you thought your mother would find out and her accusations of you going astray in life would spark into yet another rant of you wAsTinG yoUr PotEntiAL.

He does convince you somehow, thus this current situation. You were, however, beginning to regret going out instead of your tradition of breaking down in the confines of your apartment before switching yourself into an auto pilot mode where you work on projects and whatnot for God knows how long.

Your best friend, however, would never want you to feel such a way, especially if he could do something about it. He clapped his hands together. "Come on then," Jimin encourages, catching you off guard as he secured a hold on you by lacing your fingers together.

"What?"

The man before you downs a few swigs of the alcohol and smiles, eyes disappearing into crescents. "Let's go somewhere else," he tells you, matter-of-factly. "The night is young. There are lots of things to do."

You gawked at the sight before you as Jimin danced to the beat, his body moving effortlessly with the street dancer. Instinctively, you, yourself, were swaying to the beat. The crowd that had gathered around you had done the same.

Exiting the club, as it turned out, had been a notable move from the both of you, drastically mending your mood as your night was suddenly set alight by the bustling streets you wandered with your favorite person in the world. This predicament, however, landed before the two of you when you saw a performance going on. Jimin knew the performer—Hoseok, if you recalled correctly—and, in spite of not preparing beforehand, began dancing along to the music. He was doing brilliantly for someone who, about thirty minutes ago, was giggly from slight intoxication.

As the beat came to a drop and Jimin flips his body like it was nothing, cheers erupted from around you. Vigorously clapping along with the crowd, you couldn't care less if your cheeks were starting to hurt.

"Great work!" You beam at your best friend as he shyly walks back towards you with yet another charming grin that wills his eyes to close. "You've improved so much," you say, eliciting a blush from him. Both of you have aching cheeks now, but that didn't matter.

As the crowd began to disperse and he waved goodbye to his friend, Jimin offers an arm to you. “Let’s go?” he muses, still slightly out of breath.

“Go where?” you asked, but linking your arms together anyways.

Jimin says nothing, seemingly pleased with his plans. Butterflies ran amok within you, as his smile promises you more of these spontaneous adventures.  

As the night bled into later hours, the both of you sat in the very diner that you two worked at only hours earlier. Jungkook, who had gotten night shift this day, disappeared into the kitchen after getting your orders.

Feeling better than ever before, you allowed yourself to savor the serenity. Your hands drummed to the beat of the music flowing from the jukebox resting on one corner of the diner with your head swaying along too. Jimin, in front of you, was also lightly dancing in his seat.

Eventually, Jimin stands up to his feet, dancing as he reached out a hand. He comically wiggled his brows, inviting you to dance with him—and you let him.

There were no other customers in the diner, and Yoongi, who had manned the cashier, didn’t really care to be bothered about the shenanigans the two of you were up to. You let out a giggle as Jimin twirls you around.  

At this time, you took it to yourself to look at your best friend. As he often does, he had styled his brown hair back to expose his forehead, causing him to look attractive enough to fool anyone into thinking he's a reckless party animal when reality states that he's a soft gentleman at heart—and you support such a statement.

Park Jimin, with his massive golden heart, has stuck by your side far longer than anyone else in your life. In all of the years you’ve known him, he’s always been one to drop anything to help you with your plights. A sensation fluttered within you, rendering you frozen for a moment as you were confused by said feeling. Jimin, however, continues to goofily dance around you without a care in the world and elicits a snicker from you.

There was a whimsical sense in the air. Dynamite’s retro décor really had the ability to make you feel as though you had travelled back a few decades earlier. With Jimin’s own choice of outfit, the nostalgic effect multiplied tenfold. Could the butterflies in your belly be from the atmosphere of the moment?

“You look beautiful when you’re happy, y’know?”

Jimin’s words knock the air out of your lungs, sending you crashing back to reality. Before you, your best friend stood only a few inches away from your dancing dooming you into such a close position. Your heart once again picks up the pace.

You managed to let out a scoff but fail to counter his statement any further and simply shyly averted your gaze, leaning away to give the two of you some distance. To your shock, Jimin’s hands clutched yours in his hold, his eyes shining like diamonds as he stared into you.

“Chim—”

With the words you planned to say being stolen from you by the lips that captured yours, you couldn’t help but melt. As if on cue, the music’s beat picked up, encouraging your heartbeat to do the same. The emotions within you whirled wildly, setting your body on fire as Jimin pulls you closer. As you had felt his hold loosen, you took the chance to slide your hands up his shoulders and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost into a kiss you never thought to anticipate so much.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away for air, with Jimin grinning like the love-struck fool he was, while you were still in a haze from the kiss. You felt lips on your forehead as he soon pulled you in an embrace.

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart squealed at his voice, prompting you to hug him back tighter. “Hm?”

“I like you.”

With your head buried into his neck, your eyes fluttered to a close as his words bloom an ease in your heart—as if you had reached home after a long exhausting journey. There still existed a sense of surprise in you. You never expected to feel this way towards your best friend.  

Jimin, in spite of his worries from your silence, proceeds to murmur into your hair. “I want you to be happy,” he tells you, “I’d be happy if you let me be the one to make you smile.”

You pull away with a soft smile, eyes glistening with tears.

“You already are.”

[obaby-me]

Please Stay

Author’s Note:  This is raffle prize fic for @socially-awkward-lvl-over9000!  Romance and angst, just as requested.  Hope your heart breaks, but in the best way.  (This is a continuation of the Anxiety headcanon found here:  https://obaby-me.tumblr.com/post/617140937244786688/an-mc-that-has-really-bad-anxiety-but-likes, and https://obaby-me.tumblr.com/post/617232394679894016/anxiety-anon-here-i-love-your-headcanons-they) 

When you first came to the Devildom, Levi wasn’t exactly thrilled to have you, to be quite honest. Another normie in his house!  Just what he needed, more people to judge him.

And then, Lucifer assigned you to his room!  His room! Lucifer didn’t give him any choice in the matter.  Not unless he wanted to be hung upside down from the chandeliers for the entirety of your stay.  And you’d still be in his room.

In the beginning, you spent your time curled up in his room by the tank, just watching him. Sometimes you’d open your mouth like you wanted to say something, and then immediately you’d clam it shut.  It was unnerving to have you stare, but the silence was worse.  Especially when he realized it was because you were too frightened to talk.

In his own awkward way, he tried to make conversation with you.  And in your own awkward way, you reciprocated.  It was a slow going pace, but that was okay.  He needed that as much as you, as you two slowly adjusted and became more comfortable together.  There was no pressure to impress, no judgement on your part for how nervous he could be—you were in the same boat!

Slowly your conversations began to pick to pick up speed, as commonalities between you emerged.  You had a love of the deep blue, that was why you were in his room after all.  You took a liking to Henry, and for your respect for his fish, he in turn respected your narwhal, Sparkle.  You weren’t quite an otaku, but you certainly weren’t a normie either.  You loved anime and you loved karaoke, and you loved singing anime openings and endings in karaoke!

You were a good listener, and never minded when he’d go on and on about his passions.  And in the rare instances that you’d get enthused to share yours, he didn’t mind giving you his utmost attention.  He rather liked it.  You were as in love with things you cared about as he was about his—you understood him in a way his brothers never could.

As you grew closer as friends, the closer you seemed to sit.  As days passed, you inched your way closer from across the room to cuddled up beside him as he raided.  And he was surprised to find that he was quite comfortable with that.  He preferred it.

And then, you started sleeping in his room!  It started with naps, and then it became accidental sleepovers where you’d pass out during late night marathons, and then, you just sort stayed and he never asked you to leave.  Soon, it just became the new normal.  And Levi liked that.  He liked you—really liked you, more and more each day.

But he found that it wasn’t just him you were becoming more comfortable with.  You were slowly opening up to all his brothers as well, and soon his room because a lounge.  Even Lucifer was showing up.  Coming by to constantly check in to ask if you’re doing well, and if you’ve eaten, and if you need help with school work.  Menial chatter.  All the time.

Mammon was an absolute nightmare, barging in at all times without a knock, without a text for warning. Obnoxiously loud, constantly startling him, but worst of all you.

Each and every time he’d have to hold you while you shook and came down from the shock, as he hissed at Mammon to shut the hell up.  Bickering in hushed voices until Mammon would huff and get in beside you to chat with you about the scummy scams he pulled.  Levi would never understand why you put up with him.  He wasn’t worth your time.

But he’d bring you little things, with narwhals or little sea creatures on it and you’d smile and laugh. Levi hated when he did.

Asmo was a frequent visitor, but he never stayed long.  He’d come in practically singing to show you catalogues of items to decorate your room. He was so eager to get out of here. And every time you gave him just a little more to add, the more Levi’s heart seemed to drop.  Did you really want to get out of here that bad?

Beel and Belphie were definitely a pair he was becoming to despise.  The way they draped over you when they’d come to visit!  While they were the quietest of the brothers, Levi thought they were worst.  To have them come in here and put their hands on you!  It made Levi’s blood boil.  Belphie curled up into your side as if he were a cat, and Beel sitting on your other side as he munched on treats.  And you never fought them on it.  You just quietly accepted it, carrying on as if this was becoming your new normal.

But even Beel and Belphie didn’t compare to Satan.  Levi was beginning to hate him most of all.

He stops by pretty rarely unlike the rest of his brothers, and when he did, it was always for just an hour or so drink a little tea and eat some biscuits and some light studying—sometimes just to lend a book with you with eared pages and sections he wanted you to read.

Of his brothers, the fact that he was hardly tracking into his room should have been something Levi would be thankful to him for.

But the problem wasn’t him coming into his room.  It was taking you out.

Out of Levi’s room, out into the Devildom to libraries, restaurants, shopping centers.  Levi offers to take you instead, and he was able to take you out bustling otaku dream strip of anime themed cafes and stores specializing in manga, and figurines, and the arcades—it was the absolute best of the best of the Devildom for any otaku!

But the crowds, and the chatter of so many seemed to overwhelm you.  He hadn’t quite planned well enough for this, and so he took a teary you home, feeling rather guilty.

Instead, you now took trips with Satan, strolling through Devildom on perfect itineraries with few crowds, sharing parfaits and cakes.  Levi seethed every time the two of you went out.

As the weeks passed, he began to notice more and more that you visited less and less.  You still came by, but he found himself feeling somehow lonelier than he’d ever been before meeting you.

He asked you once, when your phone rang off, and you stood to leave, “where are you going?”

“To see Satan!  He’s teaching me magic.”

You smiled so brightly, the nervous smiles he knew when you’d first come, just blooming.  And not for him, not with him.  You were off and out the door.

What broke his heart, the final straw, was the morning he saw you coming out of Satan’s room. Rubbing your eyes tiredly as you traversed the hall to your own to get ready for class.  “W-what was she doing in your room!”  He wailed.

Satan only smirked. “Nothing at all.  She just happened to fall asleep while studying is all.”

He wished he could say he was angry.  Angry enough to punch that smug grin of his little brother’s face.

But instead all he felt was an overwhelming weight on his chest—crushing his lungs.

Satan must have been expecting a fight out of him, and he could see his brother’s brows furrow when the brawl never came.  “Hey, Levi—” Satan began, reaching out a hand.

Levi was quick to smack it away, and trudge back to his only haven, and lock himself away.  He skipped school, much to Lucifer’s disappointment. He ignored texts, and then calls, and his door remained locked, even to you.

But it hurt being in his room.  It hurt to think of you.  And to think of how much he’d liked you.  Of all things he wanted to say and then didn’t.  And then of how you abandoned him for his brother—and he couldn’t really blame you.  When weighed against Satan, who in their right mind would choose the gross otaku?

Somehow he was more alone in the one occupant room than he had ever been before.

At dinner, when he did not appear, Lucifer came to speak with him.  Levi ignored his knocking and requests to open the door, until the prideful avatar was threatening to break it down.   Complying, Levi opened the door but a crack, but it was enough for Lucifer to see red, puffy eyes and cheeks stained with trails.  Any anger Lucifer had died in his throat.

“Just leave me alone,” Levi whispered.  “Please.”

“Levi, why did you skip school today?”  Lucifer looked as stern as ever, but his voice was laced with concern.

“I—I don’t want to talk about it.”

There was a pause as Lucifer considered his answer.  “How long do you intend to be absent?”

“Until it stops hurting.”

Worry flashed in his eldest brother’s eyes.  “Are you injured?”

“No.”  Levi said with a finality that Lucifer did not question.

“I will check with you again tomorrow.”

It was three days before anyone other than Lucifer saw or heard from Levi again.  He’d been in his room living on the snacks he had stashed in his room.

“Oh!  L-Levi!”  You called to his as he was raiding the fridge.

He froze, blood running cold.

“You’ve finally emerged,” you tentatively teased as you approached.

“Yeah.”  He muttered, avoiding your gaze as he filled his arms with anything not tagged with Beelzebub.

“So, are you uhm, playing a newly released game?  Maybe, watching a marathon?”  You asked, your voice coming closer.

Quickly he moved away, go the long way around the island counter and towards the door.  “Y-yeah, something like that.”  He mumbled as he strode past.

“Oh,” you whispered sounding disappointed.  “D-do you think maybe I could join you?”  Your voice wavered, and he knew, he just knew you were staring into his back with those large doe eyes, and if Sparkle was with you, probably fidgeting with its little horn.

He couldn’t say no to you. It was easier with a door closed, or through a phone.  But not like this, out in the open.

Not when you latched on to his arm, and forced him to look down at you.

Damnit.

You watched him play newly download DLC, commenting every so often, cracking jokes, like you used to.

And he let you.

You fed him chips so he didn’t have to let go of his controllers, just like you used to.

And he let you.

You pulled a blanket around you both, and you cuddled into his side, just like you used to.

And he let you.

But it didn’t feel the same. His heart still maintained that flustered flutter that you pulled from him with your every action, but every beat stung.

As the night wound down and he watched the credits roll, you gently ran your hand up and down his arm, a gesture meant to soothe him as you asked a painful question.

“Levi, can you tell me what happened?  I mean, it’s okay i-if you don’t want to.”

He couldn’t find a way to answer and fully express himself.

He thought he was special to you.  Just like he thought you were special to him.

He thought that you liked him and his room, and his bed.

He left you in silence, during which you fidgeted.  “I—I’m sorry,” you whispered, and he felt you detach from him, shifting as if to stand.

His hand was quick to catch yours, faster than his brain had thought it through.  You stared at him rather wide-eyed.

“Don’t go.”  He pleaded.  “Stay here.”

“O-okay,” you promised with a nod and a small smile.  “I’ll stay a little longer.”

“H-how long is a little?” Levi shyly asked.

“Well, I have a magic lesson with Satan—”

His arms were suddenly around you and he yanked you into him, his face buried into your shoulder. “Stay here.”  He asked again, his voice wavering.  “Don’t go to him.  Stay with me.”

“L-Levi?”  You questioned, nervously, your hand gently rubbing his back.  “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t want you to go.” He choked.  “I don’t want to have you leave me and go to Satan’s and stay in his room.  I don’t want you to choose him over me.  I don’t want you to love him.  I want you to love me.”

He could feel you warm beneath him.  “L-love?” Your voice shook, and your hands stilled.

His heart was sinking slowly into his gut with dread, but his arms refused to loosen, as he tucked his head further into your neck.  “Please,” was all he could think to say.  “Please stay. Stay with me.”

[seventeens-diamond]

Small Glances (OhmxFong)

This is my first ever fic so some feed back would be appreciated. I’m also taking in prompts if anyone is intrested. I was really inspired to write by @sarawatlovestine your work for Ohmfong is great :)

Summary: Ohm starts to realize that his feelings for Fong have changed over time. His solution? Avoid everyone 

*Also posted on ao3 

Ohm was in his dorm room laying down after a long day of school and homework. He didn’t know how he got here but he was reminiscing old memories. Ohm and Fong have been friends for as long as they can remember. They’ve been through so much with each other, practically glued to one another since they met. Although at first, it had been just the two of them, soon they met Tine and Phuak and their circle just kept growing since then. With Tine and Phuak getting into relationships and spending most of their time with their partners, Ohm and Fong have been spending more time with one another just like old times.

Recently though Ohm has noticed that he’s been longing for a relationship. Watching his friends be happy and having someone the other can rely on. Fun things like going on dates made him realize that he wanted that for himself. The only problem was that he didn’t really find anyone intriguing enough to ask out. Even if he did find someone intriguing it just wasn’t enough to spark a second date. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that Fong hadn’t paired up with anyone yet, leaving him with a friend to hang out with instead of being a loner while all his other friends hung out with their partners.

Ohm, however, had been having some weird thoughts, specifically about his friend Fong. Now it wasn’t anything weird just out of place and confusing was all. If you asked him it was probably just the recent discovery that he did in fact want a relationship and Fong is someone who’s just always been there. It’s just that he’s started to notice small things about Fong like how cutely he dressed sometimes or how when he was reading something interesting he becomes so focused as if  nothing else mattered. It was also the way when someone needed advice or comfort it was like Fong always knew exactly what to say or do and it was something that was admirable, to say the least. Whomever Fong ends up dating they’ll sure be lucky. Wait, was Fong even looking for a relationship? Not that he cared or anything but maybe he should bring it up soon.

The next day at school he spots Fong sitting with Tine joking around. He doesn’t know exactly what gets into him but he doesn’t immediately go over to them. Ohm instead decides that he wants to observe them from afar, so he found a table where he figures that it wouldn’t be too obvious that he was there but that he still has a good view of their table. Seeing Fong happy and joking around somehow made him feel content. Even from afar Fong looked good, his soft features, the way his smile seemed to light up the table. These were normal thoughts, right? He was so concentrated on his observation that he didn’t notice the presence that had arrived before him.

“Ohm?”, a voice called out. “Hey Ohm!”

Startled, he looked up and saw none other than Pear. “Oh..um hi Pear, I didn’t notice you there” he managed to get out while trying to compose himself.

She giggled and replied “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you” as she sat down next to him. “In my defense though, I did call out to you but you seemed too lost in thought.”

Scratching the back of his head he replied a bit nervously “oh uh yea sorry about that.” After a few moments of silence, he cleared his throat and said “ I...I uhm didn’t have enough sleep that is all.”

If Pear noticed him acting strangely she said nothing and just simply replied “Okay.”

The atmosphere between the two was deafening. After a moment of debating what to say Pear asked “So what are you doing over here?”

Looking at her he answered dumbly and simply stated “Just waiting for my first class to start”

Chuckling she replied “ I meant over here alone instead of you know at that table with your friends”

“My friends? Oh, yea I didn’t notice that they arrived.” Ohm replied. Was he that obvious? He thought. Was she going to tell everyone that he was just staring at his friends like a creep?

Slightly picking up on his panic, Pear saw Earn from afar and immediately saw a way out. Wishing him goodbye and not bothering to wait for a reply she made her way over to her girlfriend.

Ohm finally snapping out of whatever trance he had been in decided that it was time to make his way over to his friends.

“Oh Ohm where have you been? It’s about time you got here” said Tine.

“I kind of missed my alarm and overslept,” he replied as he took a seat next to Fong. Not questioning him, his friends got back to their argument. Ohm didn’t trust himself to speak and sat quietly not saying a word. Fong however, looked over at Ohm questioningly because he wasn’t always this quiet.  

Nudging him slowly, Fong smiled and asked “ Are you okay? You look a little nervous.”

Nodding he stated, “ I just didn’t sleep well that’s all.” Apparently, that was enough that Fong didn’t question him further.

As the weeks passed and he was becoming busier with school, he decided that it was better to avoid Fong all together. See in his thought process he had no idea what to make of the feelings he was having for Fong. On the one hand, all of his feelings could just be his appreciation for his lifelong friend. On the other, these typical feelings would constitute what people would call a crush. But that’s impossible, right? He couldn’t be having these feelings for his friend no way. Nope! It’s just that Fong had to be so goddam great it was hard to deny anything.

Phuak however, noticed that Ohm wasn’t hanging out with them as much and wanted to get to the bottom of this. Whether or not his other friends were buying Ohms crappy excuses as to why he bails every time they try to hang out and catch up. He was determined to find out why Ohm has been so distant and if his friend was in need of company or comfort in this new solitary life he chose for himself. So Phuak being Phuak decided that going up to Ohm and asking for an answer was out of the question. He had to corner him somewhere that an escape was not an option.

He figured that Friday was a perfect opportunity to finally talk to Ohm. He called Tine and asked him to take notes for him with the pretense of being sick. His big plan was to ditch class and to break into Ohms dorm room when he went to class so that he would ensure Ohm talked to him.

Ohm was on his way to his dorm after class when he decided that he wanted some food. He stopped by this small coffee shop and got an iced coffee and a slice of cake. It wasn’t actual food but he was content with what he found because who doesn’t like sweets right! He waited for his order and then took it home.

Once Ohm got back to his dorm he sat on his chair and began to eat. Meanwhile, in his closet, a bored Phuak was relieved that Ohm finally came home and decided he wanted to have some fun. He quietly started a tapping noise and watched Ohm look around confused. Deciding he finally had enough of being stuck he counted to three and then “BOO!!” he screamed and ran out of the closet.

Ohm fell out of his chair obviously very startled. “Phuak what the actual fuck! How did you get in?”

“I picked the lock” Phuak simply replied as if it was just something he did on the daily.

He smiled at Ohm and proceeded to grab the cake on the desk waiting for Ohm to get over the shock.

“You know how to pick a lock?” was the only thing that Ohm could get out.

“Uh yes and no. I mean I was able to get in so technically I did pick it but it also took me like an hour so...yea” he said.

“Why are you here anyway? You know there are easier ways to get a hold of me,” said Ohm clearly annoyed.

“Well I would have but you know with this whole act of you avoiding your friends and all it’s kind of hard to talk to you,” said Phuak while taking a bit of the cake.

“I’m not avoiding you guys...I’ve been busy that’s all” he stated not very convincingly.

After a minute of staring at each other in silence, Phuak decides to speak up and say “So why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you”

“Yes you are”

“No, I’m not”

“Okay then, why are you avoiding Tine”

“I’m not avoiding Tine either”

“Hmmm..Fong then”

“For the last time, I’m not avoiding any of you!” yelled Ohm.

Phuak let out a long sigh but was determined to leave the dorm with information and he was getting to the bottom of this no matter what. “So you’re avoiding me”

“No”

“Tine?”

“No”

“Me?”

“No”

“Tine?”

“No”

“Fong!”

“What?”

“Ha! Got you!” said a gleaming and highly satisfied Phuak.

Cursing at himself for slipping up Ohm tried to come up with something to say but his mind was drawing blank and he couldn’t get a word out. So he just looked down at his hand not knowing what to say.

“Ohm, you know you can talk to me right? I may not be the most perceptive person but I can be here for you if you need me” said Phuak while gently getting up from where he was and sitting next to Ohm on the floor nudging him gently.

Scratching the back of his head, Ohm thought about how bad it would be to tell Phuak about his crush, but then again what’s the worst that could happen? Besides, disaster. After about a minute he mustered up the courage to speak “I…I um...well I don’t know what to say or where to start.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything you’re uncomfortable with just tell me what’s on your mind, tell me the truth” Phuak whispered quietly not wanting to startle or push Ohm into anything if he wasn’t ready.

“IthinkImaylikeFonganditscaresme” mumbled Ohm quickly and quietly.

“What?” Phuak chuckled “You can’t possibly want me to decipher that.”

“Shut up,” Ohm stated while playfully punching Phuak on the shoulder. They both laughed softly and fell into a comfortable silence.

After about a minute Ohm took a deep breath in and said “I think I may like Fong and it scares me...I don’t want to ruin our friendship but I also don’t think I can control my feelings.”

Oh wow, okay um whatever Phuak was expecting it was not this but Ohm looked so scared and vulnerable he really had to choose his words carefully. Ohm chose to confide in him, deciding that he would support his friend in any way possible.

“...Ohm, it’s okay to have a crush it’s not like you can control your feelings and Fong’s a great guy I can see why you like him.” he said, “Also being scared is perfectly normal and a valid feeling.”

Ohm spoke softly with a slight tremble in his voice, “You don’t think that it’s weird? I mean Fong is our friend and if I ever do decide to tell him our whole friendship dynamic would change.”

“Hey, listen to me no matter what happens we’ll always be friends. Plus how do you know he doesn’t like you back?”

“It’s highly unlikely.”

“You see if you say that then it will never happen. You, my friend, have to have some confidence.”

Both of them fell into silence but Ohm felt relieved that he finally let someone know and wasn’t keeping it all bottled in. Phuak was indeed a good friend and no matter what others saw he was actually someone you could confide in.

Ohm didn’t exactly return to their friend group immediately. It actually took him a few days to compose and gather his thoughts. He had a huge fear of accidentally letting something out and ruining everything. Surprisingly Phuak didn’t mention anything to him about hanging out all together. Ohm figured that he understood his predicament and he didn’t push anything. Phuak did check in on him and they got dinner together a few times.

Ohm himself was quite a social person and he was missing joking around with his friends. Tine and Phuak were chaotic together but Fong always seemed to keep them level headed. It was tiring distancing himself so he decided to finally join his friends the next morning before class.

When he arrived the next day Phuak, Tine, and Fong were already there. Putting on his brightest smile he walked over to their table and sat down. The table however went silent and everyone was staring at him. He looked at them questioningly and said “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“You’re unbelievable!” Tine shouted. “After weeks of ignoring us, we suddenly exist again. All you gave us was shitty excuses and suddenly it’s like nothing happened.”

Ohm looked down at his hands sheepishly and felt a bit guilty. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea he thought. Fortunately for him, Phuak saved him by saying “Come on guys give him a break. We all have things we deal with alone. What's important is that Ohm came back to us.”

“Is everything okay?” Fong’s soft voice came out and he was looking at Ohm with worry.  

Ohm felt his face heat up a little and his heart rate sped up. It’s been a while since he’d been near Fong and he had so many feelings rushing through him. Someone cleared their throat and he realized that he had been staring at Fong without an answer.

Awkwardly he replied “Yea I am” and gave Fong a small smile to reassure him.

“I’m sorry for snapping earlier. You know you can come to us for anything right?” said Tine feeling a bit guilty for not noticing that his friend was clearly going through something.

While they were heading to class Fong gently grabbed onto Ohm’s wrist and signaled for him to stay back. They stared at each other for a moment before Fong spoke. “Hey, do you want to grab lunch with me later? We haven’t really seen each other in a while.”

“I’d like that,” said Ohm smiling. They walked to class together in silence but somehow that didn’t make Ohm panic. He was just happy that Fong wasn’t mad or ignoring him for his absence in the past few weeks. No matter what he was determined to keep their friendship alive. When they arrived at the classroom and took their seats Phuak looked at him and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Time could not go any slower for Ohm. He was very excited and anxious about his date...wait no not his date, lunch just lunch. No date whatsoever. When class was finally dismissed he said bye to Tine and Phuak and waited for Fong to pack up. Both of them walked out and kind of wandered aimlessly.

“Hey, Fong?”

“Yea?”

“It’s nice to be able to hang out again. I really missed this,” Ohm said shyly.

Bumping shoulders with Ohm and gently smiling at him Fong said “Me too. I missed you.”

Looking away, his cheeks growing red Ohm missed the way Fong also had a slight blush on his cheeks. They decided to stop by a small cafe and just caught up on what’s been going on in their lives. Unbeknown to the other they each stole small glances at each other. Everything finally felt okay.

A month or so later their lives fell into place. Ohm and Fong were closer than ever. Whatever time they didn’t spend with their other friends they spent with each other. Ohm however was wondering to himself if there was a chance a relationship between the two could work. So he did the only thing he could think of and enlisted the help of Phuak, he would have told Tine but he was so bad at keeping a straight face.

Ohm texted Phuak to meet him after class back at his dorm. An hour and a half later he heard a knock on his door and got up to let Phuak enter.

Phuak looked at him and smiled. “What’s up?” he asked Ohm.

“Oh well, I umm...I’ve decided that I want to take a leap of faith with Fong. We’ve been hanging out more and more since you are always with your girlfriend and Tine with Sarawat.”

Without warning, Phuak jumped, embracing  him and screamed his congratulations. “OH MY GOD FINALLY!!” Letting go of Ohm and looking at him he said “You know if you weren’t going to do something soon I was going to meddle.”

Chuckling Ohm looked at his friend with a certain amount of fondness and said “ I need your help to do something that won’t completely overwhelm Fong.”

Soon Phuak was coming up with many ideas like getting a girlfriend and making him jealous, making a big sign that read ‘Fong please be my boyfriend’, and throwing a party and confessing to him there. Ohm’s not going to lie all of these ideas were pretty crappy except for the last one it just needed some work. After a bit more time planning they decided that they will all go out for drinks and bring their significant others so that only Ohm and Fong would be left alone so they could talk and celebrate later. They settled on Friday night and sent an invite to everyone in their friend group.

It was now Friday afternoon and Ohm was incredibly nervous. He tried on so many different outfits and settled with a nice button-up black shirt with a few buttons open and a nice pair of jeans. He decided to style up his hair a bit, enough that it would look good but also wouldn’t look as if he was trying too hard. He put on a small necklace and some cologne and decided that this was as good as it was going to get.

He was actually one of the last ones to arrive and took a seat in between Fong and Pear. He greeted everyone and Tine bought them all drinks to celebrate Ohm no longer avoiding them. Everyone was so happy and talking with each other it was hard for him to start up a conversation with Fong. He got himself another drink needing the courage that it would bring him. Looking over at Phuak seeing that he was too busy talking to his girlfriend he panicked and thought he wouldn’t be able to get a moment alone with Fong tonight.

To his surprise Earn got up and said that everyone should dance because that’s what they were here for. To have fun and enjoy each other’s company. Everyone looked at her and seemed to accept this as they paired up and headed to the dance floor. Smiling gently at Ohm as she took Pear’s hand to lead her to the dance floor but not before turning around and whispering  “Good luck.”

Saying that he was puzzled was a hell of an understatement but it also finally gave him the opening he had been looking for. Finally taking a good look at Fong for the first time he was blown away by how handsome and cute the boy next to him was. Leaning over her whispered in Fong’s ear “Want to get out of here?”

Fong titled his head slightly, looked at him questioningly and back at his friends on the dance floor before answering yes and getting up. Once they were out of the bar Fong cleared his throat and asked “So where are we going?”

“There’s a park nearby, want to go walk around or sit down? It’s a beautiful night unless you have somewhere you want to go?”

“Let’s go to the park.”

“Okay.”

As they made their way over to the park they walked pretty close to each other that their hands brushed against each other. If either of them noticed they didn’t dare to say it out loud. They found a bench and sat down. For a couple of minutes no one said a word enjoying the night and each other’s presence.

Ohm looked over at Fong and Finally decided to speak. “Fong?”

Fong looked over at him and replied with a hum. Taking a deep breath in and taking Fong’s hands in his own, he whispered “I like you Fong, like as in more than a friend.”

Silence.

Fong took a minute to wrap his head around the words that he had just heard. Was he hearing this right? Does Ohm like him??

Mistaking his silence as a reply Ohm started to stammer out a sorry and pulled away. Before he could get away completely Fong grabbed onto his wrist and slid his hand down to Ohms. He looked Ohm in the eyes and smiled. “I like you too, you idiot.”

Ohm was not expecting this. He was ready for rejection but it’s not what he got. He searched Fong’s eyes for any signs that this was all a big joke but he was met with nothing but sincerity and a soft smile. His heart was beating fast and he was sure his face was the shade of a tomato. Ohm had no idea how he managed to move but the next thing he knew he was leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Fongs lips.

He pulled back and rested his forehead on Fongs and just smiled. “I’m really happy, can I kiss you again?”

Not giving a response Fong just closed the distance between them. The kiss was soft and just perfect. This truly was like a dream come true.

[honeysuckle-writings]

Part one PG Amasai

**This is like the first thing I've ever posted on here. So I hope you enjoy it? I'd love to continue if you do.**

'One, two, three...FUCK.'

"Mr. Saihara?"

'Just one more time... I'll finally get it.'

"Saihara."

'One, two, THREE.'

A loud thunk echoed, bringing the boy in question out of his thoughts. Saihara had been thumbing away at his portable gaming console and not giving any thought to the people around him, including the teacher that was now looming over him, with a book in hand that he had hit the desk with. Saihara must have lost track of time and didnt realize class had started. Shit.

"Uh..uhm.." Saihara began to stutter out.

"Uh uh." The teacher interrupted. "You know the drill."

"Y-yeah I do. Im-m sorry." What was he supposed to do? A new mini game had just come out for his favorite series, Danganronpa. Did people just expect him not to beat it the day it released just so he could have bragging rights? No one understood.

Unfortunately he had to stay after school for an hour or two as punishment. Not that it bothered him. He didn't exactly care to be at home. He would just end up hiding away in his room with his laptop anyway.

He lived solely with his Uncle who was a detective so he wasn't home that often. He never really knew what happened to his parents. He had been told quite a few different stories but they were never the same so Saihara gave up asking. Having detention would just pass time until dinner.

He put away the console into his messenger bag and continued trying to pay attention to the rest of the class. Key word being tried; His mind always wandered. He would always end up studying and doing well on his own so he would often daydream while in classes. He could just pick up where he left off in the game at lunch.

Two more hours rolled by just like normal. During transition times he would quickly zoom through the crowd to get to the next classroom without having to face any humiliation from bullys. He really didn't feel like battling them today.

Finally he had reached lunch time. He'd finally be able to play again. Saihara had packed a fruit bowl and a bottle of water into his bag this morning for lunch, so there was no need to crawl through the lines of students trying to buy their lunch.

He dashed to the back of the school. It had finally begun to turn autumn. The trees were all different shades of reds, yellows, and oranges while the brown ones had fallen to the ground. With each step he relished in the sound of them crushing. The cool air made it the perfect time to be outside. He had found a tree on the outskirts of the campus line and let his bag slump off his shoulder.

"Bout time you get here." A voice called from behind him.

"I'm s-sorry Akamatsu. I was trying to get here as, as fast as I could." He turned to face the blonde girl behind him. Her signature resting bitch face glaring at him.

"Did you bring the game?" She asked in a low tone. It felt like they were doing a more illegal exchange.

"Of course I-I did. Do you th-think I'm dumb?" Saihara was almost offended. Akamatsu was one of the only people he knew that loved Danganronpa too. Not as much as him of course, but she did have the same aspirations as him.

"No. Just stupid." She responded bluntly before sitting down on the ground beside his bag.

"Ha ha." He faked a laugh and joined her. She had her hands inside of his bag digging out the console. He didnt mind, he was used to her being very abrasive. He opted for looking around while she booted up the game.

Suddenly his heart began to have palpitations and his stomach started twisting. Off in the distance his eyes were glued on a tall man with green hair lighting up a cigarette as he went to cross over to the convinient store. Many of the more, rough students would go there to smoke or create chaos.

"Hey I fucking swear if you drool on yourself I'm going to take this home with me and hold it for ransome." Akamatsu called out to him.

Saihara wiped his mouth and frowned. "S-sorry."

The green haired man's name was Rantaro Amami, and Saihara had the biggest crush on him. Amami had already been in one of the killing games and survived. Saihara had watched every episode, with his crush growing more and more as he watch Amami help figure out the blackened. He almost didn't know how to react when he saw him in school. He was a celebrity, an idol, to Saihara. They hadn't even spoke but Saihara had thought of the most inappropriate fantasies involving the two of them. He vowed that one day he would finally open up to him. Whether it be during school or perhaps they could be on a season together. The thoughts sent shivers down Saihara's spine.

"You might as well talk to the guy." Akamatsu had begun pressing buttons and working through the beginning of the game on her own save file. "What's the worst that could happen? He says no?"

"Punch m-me and tell me t-to fuck off." Saihara answered.

"Okay but you'd get off on that so I dont see a problem here." Damnit she really did know him.

"Maybe one day."

"You say that everytime."

"Okay jeez." He tipped the hat he always wore down over his eyes a bit more, slightly embarrassed. Amami had already crossed over to the store and out of sight much to Saihara's dismay.

They stayed pretty quiet after that. Akamatsu stuck in the game and Saihara left to watch and help if she needed it, though most of the time she didn't. The hour flew by and Saihara watched for another sign of Amami. He had finished his fruit with Akamatsu's help.

"Fuck we're gunna have to go back to class. I dont want to." Akamatsu saved her place and sat it down on the ground near Saiharas bag.

Saihara looked away from the store and back to his friend. "Lucky me, I have to stay after school for a bit."

"Sucks." She stood up and brushed flakes of leaves off of her skirt. "Can I take the game while you're locked up?"

Saihara huffed. "Fine. B-but you cant take it home. I'll find y-you and kill you."

"Dont make promises you cant keep." She grabbed it off the ground and started back towards the school. "See you fucker." He watched her disappear before he stood up himself.

He slung the bag over his shoulder and looked over at the store once more. Perhaps he had just missed Amami. He huffed at the thought and gripped the strap of his bag before making his way to his next class. The kids had already scattered and the last thing he needed was to be late and have to stay even longer.

The crunch of leaves turned into steps on pavement as he followed the small groups of kids into the school.

"Hey freak!"

Fuck. Saihara knew that voice. Kaito Momota, the schools biggest asshole.

Without thinking Saihara began to sprint and push people out of the way.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Suddenly he was stopped after he hit directly into the back of someone. He fell on to his knees and caught himself with his hands. Oh god he was embarrassed.

The person he had run into didnt get nearly as affected. They had just been pushed forward slightly.

Saihara started to sputter an apology as he noticed their feet had turned to face him. His eyes slowly raised from the person's shoes, to their brown cardigan, to their face- Amami.

Amami stood over him with a scowl on his face and dark eyes.

Oh god Saihara was on his knees in front of him. His face immediately flushed.

"Oh m-my god I'm s-sorry. I didn't-"

"Didn't see me?" Amamis low voice finished his sentence. Amamis voice was so sensual, it did things to Saihara that he wouldnt admit to anyone else. Not even Akamatsu.

"Yeah, uhm."

"You going to get up?" Amami crossed his arms and Saihara had to keep from drooling at the sight of them and the thought of his hands grabbing him and-

"Alright suit yourself." Amami turned to leave.

This brought Saihara out of his daydream and he quickly stood up. "No!"

"Excuse me?" Amami stopped.

"I-I I mean uhm. No I n-need to apologize." Saihara knew he had to be as red as the color on Amamis loose tie.

"Okay. Go on."

"Uhm, I'm sorry f-for running into you."

"Okay."

"Hey you cant out run me!" Oh great, just what he needed. Amami to see just how much of a weakling he was.

Saihara bit his lip and looked toward Momota.

Momota walked up to the two of them, glaring at Amami. The tension between the two was something Saihara was not prepared for.

"The fuck are you doing Momota?" Amami questioned him.

"Look stay outta my business. The kid and I got some catch up to do."

"Dont you have anything better to do than compensate for your tiny ass dick." Amami didnt miss a bit nor was he phased by Momota.

"Do you want me to fuck you up right here pretty boy?"

"I'm not into that. Now leave."

Momota seemed to be thrown off at the comment and he glared at Saihara. He took this as a warning for next time. With that, Momota stormed off.

Saihara was grateful. No one had ever gotten Momota to leave like that.

"Amami. Thank you."

"Shut. Dont drag me into your shit anymore. I already deal with him."

"I-im sorry?" Saihara was not quite expecting the response. He knew Amami was a little cold but he was not prepared.

"Just be careful next time." Amami turned and walked off.

That response seemed, somehow softer. Amami was turning out to be very confusing and it only intrigued Saihara more.

[bunteatime]

aramika coffee shop au pt. 1

ok so!! ive had this au in my head for like.. 5 months now and i luv it sm so i decided to turn it into a lil fic!! im still workin on tha story but i couldnt wait 2 post it so here is part 1..

(also!! apologies if this is written poorly!! its one of tha first times ive ever tried to like. seriously write)

Part 1: Arashi’s POV

Arashi took a step forward. She was standing right in front of a small cafe. It was located in the middle of the city so it was usually quite busy. However, she had arrived just before opening. She smiled and tightened her work apron. 

She wasn’t normally too fond of the idea of working but there was just something so romantic about working in a coffee shop. She had read so many books about two lovers meeting in a coffee shop and the thought of meeting the love of her life while at the cafe practically made her swoon. What if she met the love of her life today? What would they look like? Would they sweep her off her feet the second they saw her? More importantly, would she even realize who they were before it was too late?

Quite suddenly, she snapped out of her daze and look around. Focus, Arashi, she told herself confidently. She stepped inside the cafe and was instantly greeted with the smell of coffee beans and Leo waving at her.

 “Hey, Naru-chan!!” He said almost too excitedly considering how early it was. 

“Hello hello Leo!” she giggled and waved back. 

Just then, Izumi walked in while glaring at his phone. Arashi could’ve sworn she heard him make a little tch sound. 

“Oh, hi Izumi! What’s wrong?” She frowned. 

“Tsukasa won’t be coming in today. Apparently, he fell ill.” He huffed back. 

“Ah, well that’s alright. We still have the four of us!” She attempted to comfort him. Izumi could get worked up so easily, it seemed. 

“Three of us. Ritsu slept in again and knowing him he probably won’t show up until the end of the day.” 

Arashi sighed and looked at her phone. They only had about ten before the coffee shop opened. She would be extra busy today, considering there were only three people working that day. She wished that she could’ve been sick too, so she could just sit at home and paint her nails all day rather than spend it making coffee. She didn’t mind too much though; the pay was really good and with that, she could go out shopping this weekend. She got behind the counter and scrolled through Instagram to pass time. 

“Oh! Before I forget, Naru-chan, there’s gonna be this guy coming sometime around now with a bunch of pastries for the shop! I thought I’d be the one to accept them from him but Izumi-chan said he wanted to ‘talk finances’ with me so would you do it for me?” He smiled brightly at her. She seriously didn’t understand how he could be so peppy at 6 am on a Monday. 

“Of course, dear! Leave it to me.” She winked at him and smiled. 

Leo suddenly got really serious. “If I’m not back in an hour, just know that I died of boredom listening to Izumi talk about stupid adult things.” He said in a scared tone. 

Arashi giggled and pushed him towards the back. “Yes, yes, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She responded. 

Leo went into the back and it was officially opening time. Looks like I’ll be all on my own this morning, she told herself with a sigh. She walked over to the front of the store and flipped the sign on the front door to the side that said “open” in a cursive font. On her way back to the counter, she straightened some of the chairs and unwrinkled the tablecloths. She was curious over the pastries Leo had mentioned. She assumed they were from a new store than they usually bought their pastries because the usual store wouldn’t send anyone to drop them off. 

The first twenty or so minutes after the opening of the store went well. She had about ten customers come in, all of which looked like college kids wanting to study before class. Just then, the door was opened rather loudly and a boy with shaggy greenish-black hair stumbled in. He was carrying a large box with him and seemed to be out of breath. Did he run all the way here? He was wearing a black sweater and jeans, despite it being the middle of summer. He came up to the front counter and set the box down. The moment he looked up at Arashi, she almost gasped. He had absolutely stunning eyes. One was a beautiful ocean blue while the other was golden. Arashi wondered what they called that. Heterochromia? Was that right? She’d have to look it up later. His eyes were so captivating that she felt like she couldn’t look away.

“Uhm, hello! What can I get for you today, babe?” She asked. 

“Well, uh, ‘m not really here to buy anythin’. Coffee ain’t really my thing… too bitter.” He stuck his tongue out a little bit as he said that. “I dunno if you know but I’m here to deliver some pastries!” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

As soon as she heard him speak, Arashi felt butterflies in her stomach. Fate had just set her up with the absolute cutest boy she’s ever seen and she was so happy. She was absolutely enamored with him. His accent was absolutely adorable and the way he looked down and played with his sleeves shyly as he explained the situation to her made her think that she might die from a cuteness overload. He was just so cute! She’d known this boy for maybe 60 seconds and she had already unashamedly fallen head over heels for him. He was perfect. 

He looked back up at her and they stared at each other for what felt like a blissful eternity, before looking back down awkwardly. His face was bright red. Oh how absolutely adorable he looked when he blushed like that. 

“I, uhm, I should go… Oshi-san’ll be real mad at me if ‘m not back soon..” He said shyly. It might’ve been her imagination but Arashi could’ve sworn she heard a little regret in his voice. 

“Oh, yes, yes of course!” She responded quickly. “Thank you so much for the pastries!” She smiled.

He smiled back at her and began to walk away. Right as he was about to open the door and leave she spoke up again. 

“Also… Your eyes are absolutely gorgeous, babe.” She winked at him and watched as his eyes widened and his face went tomato red again. 

“Th- thank you…” He said quietly and proceeded to leave.

She giggled and sighed as she rested her hand on her head. She was in love, wasn’t she? That was the prettiest boy she had ever seen and with only one interaction between them, she had fallen in love. She wasn’t complaining, though. She absolutely loved the feeling of butterflies in her stomach as she thought about the next time she would see him. 

“Arashi, you’re slacking.” Izumi’s voice spoke behind her. She could almost feel the glare she knew he was giving her.

“Oh my god, Izumi! You won’t believe what just happened.” She said excitedly.

Part 1: Mika’s POV

Mika sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his neck. He had been up since four making pastries. He was starting to get sick of the sweet smell, but he knew Shu would be mad at him if he stopped working. 

“Oshi-san,” He whined. “Can I have a break yet?” He was really hoping he could get out of there soon; today was supposed to be his day off but Shu had called him in suddenly. Although, that wasn’t too odd for Shu to do. 

“Actually, yes. You have to take this box of pastries to this cafe, though.” He handed him a piece of paper with an address written on it in cursive handwriting. “Do not be late, Kagehira. You’ll ruin our business’ reputation.” 

“Will do, Oshi-san!” Mika responded happily. He picked up the box and practically ran out the door.

Once he was outside, he sighed happily. He was glad he wasn’t inside anymore. He hurried over in the direction of the store, however, he got lost along the way. He somehow ended up in the shopping district and couldn’t find his way out. Shit, he panicked. Oshi-san’s gonna get mad at me if ‘m late. It took him a while, but he finally found his way to the coffee shop, however, he was ten minutes late. He would’ve been later if he hadn’t run the whole way. Maybe Shu wouldn’t get as mad at him if he lied and said he had just wandered around after taking the pastries to the cafe?

He went to pull the door open, but it wouldn’t. He tried again and it still wouldn’t open. He tried a third time before reading a sign that said “push” right next to the door. He embarrassedly pushed the door open and stumbled inside the store. He glanced up at the girl at the register and immediately looked down. Oh no, she was pretty. Like, really pretty. Stunning, even. He felt embarrassed. He walked up to the counter and set the box of pastries down before mustering up his courage and looking back up at her. 

Oh god, he was right the first time. She really was pretty. Her eyes were sparkling. They were a deep purple and so so pretty. Her hair was beautiful, too. She looked so effortlessly stunning and it honestly took his breath away. Her smile was stunning, too. She radiated warmth and he found her presence to be oddly comforting, despite knowing her for thirty seconds. 

“Uhm, hello! What can I get for you today, babe?” She said. Did she.. Did she just call him babe? He was falling for her so hard and so fast it almost scared him. He never considered himself the romantic type, but this girl made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

“Well, uh, ‘m not really here to buy anythin’. Coffee ain’t really my thing... too bitter.” He stuck his tongue out and he heard her giggle at that. He immediately blushed and started fidgeting with his sleeves. “I dunno if you know but I’m here to deliver some pastries!” He gestured at the box and rubbed his neck with his hand. It was a nervous habit of his to do that, and he sure was nervous right now. He really hoped that she didn’t find him weird.

He looked back up at her and as soon as their eyes met, he felt those famous butterflies that he didn’t know existed outside of stories. Her eyes were deep purple and stunning. He couldn’t look away. She was smiling at him and it seemed so comforting. He felt like he could stare at her for an eternity and still be as blissful as he was at this moment. 

He looked down nervously and could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. He suddenly remembered that he had to get back to the bakery or else Shu would be angry at him. 

“I, uhm, I should go… Oshi-san’ll be real mad at me if ‘m not back soon..” Mika said, trying not to show how sad he felt about having to say those words. The way she had gazed into his eyes was unlike the way anyone had looked at him before. He constantly felt as if people were judging him for his eyes. That he was weird for his mismatched orbs. Due to this, he absolutely hated them. He resented them and they made him feel terrible. 

This girl, though, she was different. She didn’t judge them, in fact, her gaze was so full of wonder. She was looking at him with so much kindness and warmth that he thought he might melt right then and there. She made him so happy, which was completely absurd considering he had known her for maybe three minutes. 

“Oh, yes, yes, of course!” She responded, quickly looking away. She smiled brightly at him. “Thank you so much for the pastries!”

Oh, god, she was so pretty. He started to walk away and right as he opened to door to leave, she called out to him. 

“Also… your eyes are absolutely gorgeous, babe.” She winked at him. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Mika had tried so hard during the entirety of their conversation to keep calm and seem cool but he couldn’t handle it anymore. His face immediately went as red as a tomato, despite his wishes. That was the first time anyone had complimented his eyes before. He was shocked. This whole time he had absolutely hated his eyes. But for the first time, he liked them. They made him happy. And it was all because this girl, whom he had undoubtedly fallen in love with, had complimented him with complete sincerity. 

“Th-thank you…” He stuttered. He clumsily opened the door and walked out. He just knew that he had to tell Shu about this girl when he got back to the shop. 

When he arrived back at the shop, he suddenly stopped right in front of the door. “Shit, I forgot to ask her name..”

[neshabeingchildish]

This Means War 02

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13337635/2/This-Means-War

@max-thunderman @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel Okay. I’m finna go to sleep for the day. Work tonight. Y’all know how I do. I’m just posting the ff.net link, because usually, Tumblr is giving me the blues when I try to update from my phone.

It’s a Date

Charlotte anxiously watched Henry step into the store and try to figure out which Joss was Joss. He didn’t realize that he’d have to do that. Jasper was laughing, “Oh, Man. She could be ANY of them!”

“She’s the one near the tree,” Charlotte said.

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s the only one looking at him. That’s the only one who recognizes him.” Jasper nodded. “I’m curious as to what she’s doing here. How did she know where he works? What does she even want with him?”

“I don’t know… But, maybe I should go help him out?”

She sighed and asked, “Jasper, do you want to try to go snag yourself a lookalike because somehow in your mind that’ll mean that you are dating Joss Moss?” 

He scoffed, “No!” But, it was obviously yes. He rushed to the elevator and Charlotte followed. “Are you gonna get yourself a Joss Moss, too?”

“No. I’m gonna watch her, because there are two idiots representing us in a room full of pretty girls.” They got off of the elevator and split. Jasper went to ask Joss if she needed help finding anything and Charlotte casually watched, out of sight.

“No. I’m just enjoying the view,” Joss said, still looking at Henry, speak now to the 5th decoy and groan in frustration.

Jasper called, “Henry! Look who it is! Joss Moss!!” He pointed down at her head. She smiled tightly at him as Henry approached.

He smiled and nodded, “It IS you!” 

She smiled back, “And there you are.”

“What are you doing here? We don’t really get high class clientele in this place.”

Now, she stepped closer to him and flirtatiously said, “You made the mistake of telling me your whole name, and I realized that Piper Hart is your sister. I wanted to see if you were as… cute… in everyday life as you were crashing my party, dressed as a cute waiter. She did me a solid and told me where you work. She told me that you’d be a big mistake. She must not know, I like it when a guy is bad news.”

Henry smiled, “I’m the worst news.”

Charlotte sucked her teeth and Joss turned to glance at her. She ducked, but Joss could see her hair. Not to mention, Jasper was still standing extremely close to the two of them. “Uhm… You and your coworkers close?”

“Best friends!” Jasper cheered. She smiled awkwardly as he reached out for Charlotte, and forced her over by the arm. She smiled tightly and tried not to make eye contact.

Upon seeing Charlotte, Joss gasped and pointed between the two of them, “I know you. You’re the couple that stole my Gherkin bag.”

Jasper extended his hand and said, “We’re Jasper and Charlotte, Henry’s friends..” And his words drowned out Charlotte’s, “We’re not a couple.”

Joss looked at Jasper’s hand, but definitely didn’t shake it. “Henry… You’re friends with thieves.”

“Well, you know, when you steal from a…”

“PERSON!” Charlotte interrupted Jasper, “Whatever wrongs you do come back on you. So… If we were thieves, karma will handle our kneecaps.” She laughed uncomfortably.

Henry offered, “Besides, I saw a guy leave with way more than a Gherkin bag. He left with like four gift bags and a few boxes. So, if anybody’s kneecaps need some work, it's that guy’s…” As though on cue, Ray walked into the store with Katelyn in the stolen dog carrier, still sporting the diamond tennis bracelet on his wrist..

Joss looked at Henry and wondered, “What is this? A ring of petty thieves or something?”

Henry laughed nervously. “Hwat? Pssshht. Nope. We’re good guys.” 

Ray walked up to them bragging, “Hey! Guess what I did - conned a sweet old lady out of her dog’s spot on the doggie retreat waiting list. Katelyn’s about to be living like a Real Dog-Housewife of Swellview!” He gave Katelyn kisses.

“Did he steal the dog, too?” Joss asked.

Ray threw her a look, then laughed and said, “As a matter of fact, I DID! Man, I’ve stolen a lot of stuff!” He casually walked towards the elevator and his three employees were quiet for a while.

“We’ll… the three of us are good guys. He’s…” Henry eventually broke the silence, but Joss lifted a hand and shook her head.

“I’m getting it all replaced, anyway. But, if this happens again, I may have to take action.” Charlotte winced, thinking about her kneecaps. “Legal action, that is. It’s a crime to steal from someone.”

Jasper argued, “Not from a crim…” 

Charlotte covered his mouth tightly with her hand, “From the creme de la creme! Or, at least it shouldn’t be. I mean, you’re loaded. We work in a junk shop… Not saying that we did steal anything. But, if we had, there’s karma and also, we allegedly stole from the richest kid in Swellview.”

“I looked right at both of your faces. I know that it was you.”

“Well, it was nice to see you. We have to go back to work…” She backed away, pulling Jasper with her, vowing not to uncover his mouth until they were a distance away from the mobster’s child. He was struggling to free himself. He really wanted at one of those lookalikes, but Charlotte shushed him and let go of his mouth when they were both out of sight again, but within hearing distance of Henry and Joss.

“They’re a cute couple, but the stealing concerns me.”

“Well… I told you that I’m bad news,” he said, smiling and hoping she would let it rest. If Charlotte and Jasper got targeted by the mob, that’d be… quite unfortunate.

Joss smiled, “I can dig it. So, you should let me take you to dinner and a movie, or something. I hope you don’t mind a girl treating you.”

“As long as she’s treating me goooood.”

She squinted her eyes and wrinkled her nose as she smiled, “Why do you so frequently say things so oddly? I like it. Never change. So, Saturday, I’ll have my car pick you up at home, around 6:00 pm.” She opened a clack fan and at that sound, all of her decoys regrouped around her and they left the store, each commenting about how cute Henry was. One said, “I thought the other one was pretty cute!” Jasper wailed towards the skies and Charlotte elbowed him out of her way to go to Henry.

“That was weird.”

“Yeah! The last time I got wooed by a rich girl was never.”

Charlotte shook her head and said, “No… It was weird that Joss is walking about town with those decoys, like her dad. It’s weird that she sought you out and came here. It’s weird that she recognized me and Jasper from the party. All of it was weird. The only part that wasn’t was her asking you out.”

“Really?”

“I mean, the two of you KEPT flirting at her party,” Charlotte commented, “But, I don’t like the thought of her knowing your name, where you work and live. She’s the daughter of a criminal, Henry. You have to be careful. If she were to find out who you are, that could be awful.”

He and Jasper began to laugh and imitate her. “Yeah, Charlotte. It’d be awful if anyone found that out. That’s why we always try to hide it.” 

She rolled her eyes and said, “I’m going back downstairs and doing some research, for whenever this blows up in your face for you being cocky and unprepared.” 

The three headed back to the Man Cave and now, Ray and Katelyn were in matching sweaters that he bought with one of the stolen gift cards. Charlotte paused at them, but then shook her head and decided that she didn’t want to know. She sat down and began pulling up everything that she could find on Joss, Rob, her mother, their businesses, allegations, court documents, and anything else a vast search came up with.

“This looks familiar,” Henry said. “Oh yeah, you did this to that one girl that Jasper dated that time.”

“No. This is much more extensive than that search.”

“Is that necessary? One of those girls tried to kill you, and one let you off the hook for stealing a very expensive bag from her…”

“Did you know that everything that he had was switched over to her immediately following his arrest? She owns all of the Moss fortune and only has a small team of advisors to assist her with the day to day dealings until she turns 18. She. Is. Now. In. Charge…” She was looking at the screens pretty deeply whenever he made a high pitched sound, like he wanted to say something, but also didn’t want to. “What do you mean?” She imitated the sound.

“Well… I kinda saw something that maybe looked like she was maybe taking over… the night of the party…”

Charlotte turned around in the chair, “WHAT? And you didn’t tell us anything? AND you decided to go on a date with her???”

“I wanted another kiss, if I’m being honest…”

“YOU KISSED HER???”

“She kissed me! Only on the cheek, but that’s because we’d only have one night…”

Charlotte turned back around, annoyed and shook her head, “I don’t think that you realize how dangerous this family is! Her dad was so slippery that he continued his business for over 30 years without anything ever being linked to him! If you think that for one moment that he never shared a single thing with his only child, you’re thinking with the wrong head.”

“Jasper’s head?” He asked, in all seriousness.

“You might as well be!” She snapped. Then called out, “Ray! Please tell Henry that there’s no way that he can actually date Joss Moss!”

Ray sat Katelyn down and came over, wondering, “What seems to be the nature of this quarrel?”

“It’s not a quarrel. I have a hot date and Charlotte doesn’t want me to have nice things.”

“He has a date with Joss Moss, daughter of Mob Boss Rob Moss!”

Ray smiled, then stopped, “Wait. That was her up in the store, wasn’t it? Think she noticed that I stole her stuff?” Henry made a high pitched “well” noise, but Ray ignored it, “Nah! I handled it expertly. But, what seems to be the problem with it, Charlotte?”

“The two of you just put her father away for good. What if she finds something out?”

“I think Henry is good at keeping his affairs in order. I’ve learned to trust him, with even the stupidest decisions. He’ll make it work.”

Charlotte sighed and shook her head, staring at the teen queen on the screen. “It’s not Henry that I’m worried about not trusting…”

[parisian-nicole]

Altered (Bamon Fic)

Rating: T (contains very adult content)

Summary: A/U set within Season 7. Bonnie casts a spell that will forever change her relationship with Damon. I wrote this in one sitting and didn't want to post it until I was completely done. This is the entire story, there will be no other parts to this one. I hope you read, enjoy, and review. 

Completed Fic

*****

"And what happened to yours?" She asked as she walked through the door that he held open for her to enter the boardinghouse.

"I don't know, I guess I just misplaced it," He offered and she knew it was a lie, just as she knew that he knew that she knew it was a lie. Yet he still told it with such ease.

"Fine, then it would make more sense for me to do a locator spell-"

"No!" He cut off that idea and the tone of the simple word made Bonnie Bennett turn and squint her eyes at her best friend Damon Salvatore.

"Why not, Damon?" She asked as she folded her arms across her chest to prepare herself to hear of some nonsense, he had gotten himself into … AGAIN.

"Because it's not important, and besides I've been meaning to upgrade it anyway," Damon continued to lie as he walked over to the bar to fix himself a drink.

"Uh-huh, you know what, I don't have time for this today. I really don't," Bonnie announced as she unfolded her arms and raised her hands in surrender. "So, if you aren't going to tell me the truth then I won't help you," With that said she turned to walk back out.

"Wait, you're just gonna leave?" He asked a bit stunned that she wasn't more eager to help him as she typically was. "I have been stuck in this house all day, dying until you finally got out of your classes."

"First of all, you're already dead," Bonnie said with a smile to which Damon raised his brow and smirked at her. "And secondly … what the fuck happened to your ring, Damon?"

"Fine," He grumbled out as he smacked his empty glass back on the countertop and poured another drink. "I had a friend over and I think they might have picked it up by accident."

"Sooo, you had a girl over last night and she robbed you before she snuck out? And I don't even want the details on how she managed to get it off your finger without you knowing," Bonnie elaborated on what likely really did happen. "Why was that so hard for you to say, like over the phone?"

Damon thought on her question for a second. Why didn't he want to tell her the truth? He came to the conclusion that the fact of the matter was that out of anyone he knew, Bonnie Bennett's opinion of him mattered most. Also, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he felt like he was betraying her by having female acquaintances in his bed. He held some slight guilt with regards to Elena as well, but with Bonnie he just didn't want her to know about it.

"C'mon Bon-Bon help your old pal…"

"Actually, it's really only been about a year and a half since we've started our friendship," She countered as she feigned disinterest as she looked over to the huge fireplace where a fire brewed.

"And your very best friend in the world," He continued choosing to ignore but still smiled at her comment.

"I'd say that's kind of a toss-up between Caroline and Elena," She threw in knowing that that was actually a lie. Damon really had become her very best friend is such a short time, and she knew that he knew it too. She also knew that she was his. They had finally gotten to a point where they both truly cherished their friendship. They were bonded though neither would ever be able to tell anyone when that had actually happened nor how.

"Will you help me? Or will I have to find some second-rate witch who will likely screw it all up, and I will end up dying a very painful and fiery death," Damon said dramatically but knew it would rile Bonnie up and give her cause for concern. The one thing you could rely on with Bonnie was her concern for the people she cared most about. She had literally died to save her friends. But as he watched the way she pulled at her bottom lip he suddenly regretted using that threat to manipulate and scare her. "C'mon Bonnie we both know you're gonna help me. So, why do we have to do this song and dance?"

"Because once upon a time it was fun," She replied. "You know, you needing something from me, me making you beg me for it. Things between us have gotten very boring since we've become friends."

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to start hating you again? Because we're heading that way today," Damon mumbled out as he took a sip of his bourbon. She simply rolled her green eyes before she locked them onto him.

"Please, you've never really hated me, not even back when we were sworn enemies, and you know it," She stated and he raised his glass a bit to salute her very true statement. "Fine, let's do this so I can leave and go enjoy the rest of my day. I do have a life you know and it doesn't revolve around you."

"You sure about that?" He teased.

"Oh, so you don't want my help then?" She retorted as she again turned towards the door. He settled his empty glass on the bar top and stepped over to her and blocked her exit.

"Yes, I do want your help, Bonnie," He spoke as he grasped her about her shoulders. "Please save me. Make me a new daylight ring so that I'm not stuck in this house all day, every day."

"Fine," She agreed and he pulled her into his embrace, leaned down, quickly kissed the top of her head, and then released her. "Do you have a photo that clearly shows you wearing the ring?"

"Uhm," Damon thought as he glanced around the room. "Nothing recent I don't think."

"Doesn't have to be recent, it just has to show you wearing the ring," Bonnie stated and flinched a bit as Damon flashed away and then back to her just as quickly. He held out a photo of himself. Bonnie took it and studied the slightly faded photo of Damon with a group of people at what looked to be at some fancy party. "Wow, look at you, looking so suave and debonair. A tux looks good on you. When was this taken?"

"Back in the late 50s, early 60s. What I like to call the dark ages."

"Why?"

"I had turned off my humanity and was out for revenge. I killed every single person in that photo just because the party started to get boring to me," He stated nonchalantly but Bonnie could still hear the regret in his voice as she lifted her eyes to his.

"Well, you have your humanity turned on now and granted you can be a real asshole sometimes, you're not like this Damon anymore," She said as she tapped the picture. "Now, give me your hand," She commanded and he bunched up his brow a little in confusion but still placed his hand into her offered one. Damon stared down at his hand wrapped inside of hers and he found that he liked how their different skin tones complemented each other. It was a beautiful combination. And for a split second, a flash of other parts of their bodies entwined crossed his mind. He quickly shut them out and then shot his eyes up to Bonnie's face to gauge if she had somehow read his impure thought, but found that she had her eyes closed and her mouth mumbled out some chant. She then snapped her eyes opened and looked up at his as a smile spread across her face. Damon discovered a while back that he loved to see Bonnie smile, and loved it, even more, when he was the reason for her smile. She turned over his hand which she still held, he looked down at his hand and was shocked to see his ring was back where it was supposed to be. "You're welcome, and try not to lose that one. I'll see you later," Bonnie spoke out as she was already in the foyer making her way to the front door.

"Hang on," Damon called out to her as he flashed after her and put himself between her and the front door. "Now that I am able to leave the house let me buy you lunch as a way to say thank you," He offered but she shook her head at the idea.

"You only need to say, 'Thank you, Bonnie' to thank me, Damon," She stated as she smirked up at him.

"Thank you, Bonnie," He complied.

"You're welcome, now I really have to go," She added as she tried to push him from the door but he wouldn't budge as he cocked his eyes at her curiously.

"And why do you really have to go? What kind of plans do you have, maybe I could join-"

"No!" She quickly interjected. "My plans are my business and sorry but you cannot join me today."

"Why not?"

"Damon."

"Bonnie?"

"Would you please move so I can leave?" She asked as she smacked his chest but with no real force behind it.

"Have you met a … boooy?" He asked in a teasing manner but the thought of it did irk him. Bonnie groaned a bit as she rolled her eyes at him.

"I am not having this conversation with you, Damon. Besides, it's none of your business anyway."

"Huh, so it's someone I clearly would not approve of?" He declared as he folded his arms across his chest, leaned back more comfortably against the door, and squinted is eyes a bit as he stared down at Bonnie.

"You don't approve of anyone I date," Bonnie replied as she flailed her arms a bit in exasperation. "And you give the worse dating advice."

"All the guys you've dated are idiots and so beneath you. Don't even get me started on 'Jeremy Gilbert'," Damon countered. "And I give you excellent dating advice."

"Anytime I ask for your advice about a guy I like you always say the same thing, 'He sounds like a loser, Bonnie, dump him'," She countered as she now folded her arms across her chest.

"So, you don't want my true and honest advice then?"

"I want you to act like my best friend looking out for my best interest, and not act like some…jealous boyfriend," She mumbled out the last bit as it dawned on her in that moment that that was exactly how Damon acted whenever it came to her dating. And she could tell by the look in his eyes that he realized it too. "Look, I have a coffee date with a 'friend', who just happens to be a guy. We will likely hang out for an hour maybe two, and then I will come back here and we can have a movie night, okay?"

"Oh, good golly," Damon gasped out sarcastically as he clutched his hands together in front of him. "And can we braid each other's hair and do each other's make-up too?" He then batted his lashes for effect. Bonnie couldn't stop the giggle that was pulled from her at his antics.

"Fine asshole, forget it then," She cursed at him even though she was smiling. "I was just trying to show you that I can still be present in your life, be here for you even if I start a relationship with someone else."

"Yeah, easy for you to say when the said relationship is just hypothetical," Damon huffed out and Bonnie knew it was time to come clean.

"It's not hypothetical," She said as she averted her eyes to the floor, while Damon scowled at her. "I've been seeing Enzo for about a month now, and things are kind of getting serious," Damon's look of confusion turned to disgust as he frowned up.

"Enzo? Wait, 'my' Enzo?" He questioned and this brought a frown to Bonnie's face.

"God, I hope not," She replied. "You two never…" She let the question hang there and Damon took a moment to reflect and think on it before he replied.

"No, we were just locked up together and tortured for half a decade together. We bonded and grew closer during that time, but never 'that' close."

"Good to know. Look, we've only gone on a few dates … every night … for the past …month," Bonnie finally confessed and she could see Damon tighten his jaws as the muscles started to twitch. She knew that he was really pissed and she didn't fully understand why. "I know that he's your best guy friend and I'm your best female friend…"

"Bonnie, you're my bestie, your card trumps his."

"Really?" She cooed as she had sometimes wondered about that very thing. "Aww, thanks, Damon."

"But Enzo is also a friend and I don't know that I like you dating him," He stated honestly.

"Well, Damon, I'm not asking your permission nor do I need it," Bonnie announced as she rolled her neck a bit at his audacity.

"You're absolutely right, Bonnie," He said doing a complete 180 and made Bonnie look at him confused.

"I am?" She asked as she watched him move from in front of the door and then opened it for her.

"Yes, you are," He contended as he placed his hand on the small of her back and then ushered her across the threshold and out the door. "Now, you go and have a fun coffee date with Enzo."

"Damon, what's going on?" Bonnie asked as she turned and regarded him suspiciously. Rarely did he give up so easily when they had one of their many disagreements.

"Nothing. You seem to think that I meddle in your relationships too much and give you piss poor advice about men. So, this time I shall stay out of it, out of respect to the fact that you and Enzo are probably the only two true friends I have. So, if you two have somehow found happiness with each other well then, I am truly very happy for you, and I shall stay out of it."

"Are you planning to crash in on our date?"

"No." He answered fat-of-fact which only made her wearier.

"Oh God, you're planning to kill him," She stated and he had to roll his eyes and pretend that she was being ridiculous when really that the thought had played in his mind.

"And you call me a drama queen," Damon said. "No, Bonnie, I promise you that I am not gonna impose on your date with Enzo, nor am I going to kill him. Now, go have fun and we can have our movie night some other time."

"O…Okay," She stuttered out as she turned and began to walk to her car, but then she stopped and turn back to him a couple of times before she spoke again. "You sure you don't want me to stop back by later and we can just hang out?" A part of her felt somewhat guilty over the fact that he now knew she had sort of, kind of been dating his friend Enzo and had not told him.

"Bon-Bon, you know this door is always open to you, anytime, day or night," He proclaimed. "But I think I might go out tonight and paint the town red."

"Not with the blood of the innocent I hope?" She replied with a hint of true concern in her voice, which he took note of.

"Bonnie Bennett, you really need to get laid," He tossed out jokingly but also to test the waters to see where she was in this relationship with Enzo. Knowing would help him determine how badly he would have to hurt the man he once thought of as his best friend.

"Well, if I'm lucky and if Enzo plays his cards right, maybe I will," She said around a giggle and then she opened the door to her car, got in, cranked it up, and then drove away without even a wave goodbye. She knew that her last reply had been a complete lie just to get under Damon's skin, Sure she could admit that she did enjoy the time she had been spending with Enzo but it was all very much platonic and she knew that it would not likely ever develop into something romantic. Although, she was sure Enzo was hoping it would. But something inside of her screamed to her that he just was not the one, and she always listened to that voice within.

Damon held the smile on his face until Bonnie had driven off. He then moved back into the boardinghouse, grabbed his coat from the coat rack, and then flashed through the house and out the back. He went out in search of Enzo to let him know under no uncertain term was Bonnie to be another notch on his bed, like the pretty little brunette they had both partied with the night before, who had ended up going home with Enzo.

The second the back door slammed shut the unseen man descended the staircase as he played back all of the things he had heard and seen since he had been in the house. None of it had made any sense and seemed impossible. And if he were not standing where he was in that moment, he wouldn't have believed it possible himself. He moved to the study where he knew the good liquor was kept and he always did his best thinking with a drink in hand. He had to really think about his current situation and try to figure out how to fix it.

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✨🔍Focus🔎✨

Boxer Jungkook, Dancer Jimin

2. Part: Jimin visits Jungkooks fight for the first time

A/N: I’m so done right now... I had this all already edited and this whole post finished when my laptop collapes and now I have to do everything again. I’m not gonna edit this chapter a second time sorry, now you gotta keep up with my mistakes :’) Also this can probably be read seperately? I think? Though it would make more sense to read the first part first. Anyways it’s not as long as the first part but therefore there will be a third part ;)

Word count: 4.594

Focus.

Un, deux, trois, quatre

Glissade, assemble, sous-sus, pirouette

His body drumming in tension, all muscles working and keeping his every move under total control. No finger is moving in a way it's not supposed to.

He is drilled to perfection, by his mother, his teacher and himself. It's what he did for all his life. Flying through the air, looking almost weightless and light, although his feet hurt, his legs burn and his lungs beg for air. A smile is plastered on his lips, keeping up the mask. Like a statue, strong, perfect, cold.

His eyes are fixed in the huge mirrors that cover the three walls in this studio, watching his own moves like a hawk. Everyone else, including his teacher has already left but he prefers it like that. The hours where he has the studio completely for himself are the best, he can completely focus on himself, he has all the space he wants and he can dance the way he wants.

He loves ballet, it's his passion, what keeps him going on some tough days but sometimes it's also what pushes him down. When he can't get a certain move right, or when his emotions are too overwhelming to push them down behind that mask of perfection. On those days he likes to blast his favourite songs and just let lose, close his eyes and move to the beat.

However, not today. In two weeks they have their showcase and Jimin performs in four pieces. Two group performances, one duet and one solo. They are already practicing for this showcase for almost a year now and although Jimin knows the sequences by heart now, there are still parts which are not perfect yet.

There will be critics at the show and if Jimin is good enough he might be allowed to choreograph his own pieces, get his own group and teach a class. Actually he doesn't really want to teach a class, he knows no one would want to train under him. Jimin is a perfectionist and he would drill his students to the absolute highest level, even he himself can't meet his standards so how could others?

The music stops and Jimins body stills. Well, more or less. His chest his heaving with heavy breaths and his legs tremble slightly. Sweat his running down his skin, literally everywhere, his arms, legs, neck, spine, forehead.

Jimin stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds before he went to the corner where he left his stuff. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face and neck. Deciding that it was enough he grabbed his things and quickly went to the shower. After cleaning his body he threw a quick glance at the time.

Jungkooks fight is in two hours, it will take Jimin probably about 40 minutes to get to the address so he should get home soon to get ready.

He isn't really sure what that is, this evening. Like, is it a date? A meeting between friends? Just a dude watching another dude fight?

Nonono, Jimin get a hold of yourself. The way Jungkook pressed you against your own wall in your own entryway definitely wasn't a moment between 'dudes'. This has to mean something, right? Right?!

The dancer sighed while pulling the hood of his sweater over his head. After that incident a few days ago he stopped taking the shortcut to his apartment which means his way home will take almost 20 minutes instead of 10. It's annoying but Jimin never wants to experience something like that ever again. He can't imagine what would have happened if Jungkook hadn't passed by coincidentally. Or if he hadn't been nice enough to actually stop and bother beating those guys up for him.

He is pretty sure Jungkook expected a girl, considering his reaction when he saw Jimins face. Who can blame him, it's not a situation that many young men find themselves in.

A few days ago he had read a story about corrective rape but couldn't imagine it really being a thing. Like why would you want to fuck someone you are disgusted by? It doesn't make sense but he figured that most horrible things don't make sense.

Thinking about that while walking home alone isn't really helping so he falls into a slow run, trying to get home as quickly as possible.

Once home Jimin quickly changes, does his hair and may or may not apply a hint of make-up, just on his eyes and lips.

He quickly texted Tae to let him know he was ready and waited for the knock on his door. Slipping on his sneakers, checking his phone, key and wallet he opened the door.

“Hey loverboy, ready?” Tae grinned at him and Jimin smacked his shoulder.

“Shut up!” He mumbled, feeling the blush creep onto his cheeks. They left the building together and called for a cab. Jimin fiddled with the hem of his oversized jacket. He didn't like to admit that he was nervous. Obviously because of the fight. He had no idea what to expect and the way Jungkook sounded while texting he was a bit worried about Jimin being there. That's why Tae is here after all.

“I can't believe you made me do this!” His best friend said.

“Not only are you dragging me to a box fight, though you know fairly well how much I dislike violence! You also make me third wheel at your date!”

“It's not a date.” Jimin contradicted.

“Shut up it is a date. You may deny it and that Jungkook guy may be too dense to realize it, but I know.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Right. I forgot you are the human version of Cupid.” Tae winked at him and Jimin shrugged him off.

They arrived at the location soon later and Jimin gulped when he saw the big old brick building. People where lingering around on the street, holding plastic cups with beer, smoking cigarettes (or smth like that? He wasnt so sure) and talking casually. Most of them men, men who resembled thos guys who attacked him a few days ago in a frightening way. Suddenly he regretted putting on make up and wearing a jacket without hood to hide his pink hair. Might as well write “gay and proud" on his forehead.

Tae was right next to him and although he didn't like violence at all he looked more intimidating, being tall and build with a red bandana in his hair.

Jimin is really questioning his sanity right now. What made him think wearing a pink bomber jacket with transparent stripes on the arms was a good idea?

They passed a few groups on their way inside and so far no one really paid them any mind but as soon as they entered the hall heads started to turn in their (his) direction. Jimin wondered whether he should text Jungkook that he was there now but he didn't want to distract or bother him before his fight so he decided against it.

He overheard a few people talk when they passed them by.

“Do you think he will win again?”

“Nah he is too young. The other one has way more experience.”

“I don't know man he is a pretty good fighter. He won almost every fight until now.”

“He is trained by Agust D right?”

“Yeah, he's his best student.”

Jimin didn't exactly know why, but the things those guys said made him feel proud. Hm, weird.

The inside of the building kinda resembled a really small theatre. The ring was in the middle like a stage and chairs were circling it in long rows, only interrupted by a few aisles.

“Do you want to drink something?” Tae asked but Jimin shook his head.

“I'm good. I'll go get us seats.” He said. Tae nodded and left to the bar, leaving Jimin alone in the mass. The dancer turned and searched for two free seats, preferably somewhere in the front. He is small and he wants to see after all. People gave him looks when he passes them and he saw at least two or three who looked disgusted. It made Jimin shrink in himself, trying to disappear in his jacket. He lowered his eyes, not looking anyone in the eye and possibly offend them.

He found two seats in the second row and quickly made his way over there. He took his phone out in case Tae texts him about the seats when he noticed someone sitting down next to him, on the seat that was for Tae.

Jimin looked up and saw a man, bald with a white beard covering his double chin. He looked (and smelled) sweaty, wearing a black ACDC shirt and a cold chain around his neck. He looked like he jumped right out of a movie as cliché as it was. The man stared at him and Jimin gulped. This can't mean anything positive.

“U-Uhm...” He started, wanting to tell the man that the seat was taken but he was cut off.

“You know princess, this is not a cosmetic studio.” He snarled, his breath reeking of beer and cigarettes. Jimin wanted to snap back, put him in his place, telling him to fuck off and that 'no shit Sherlock, actually I expected someone to come and give me a manicure' But since the incident in that alley and being the small boy that he is, it would be so easy for the other to manhandle him.

Jimin didn't know why but Jungkook popped up in his mind and somehow it gave Jimin a hint of braveness. He didn't want to be the clichéd small baby boy who can't do anything for himself, who clings onto his sugar daddy, pouts his plumb lips and cries when he doesn't get what he wants. He is strong and independent and he can take care of himself for fucks sake. (It may also help a little that there are so many people around, this dude will probably not do anything in front of so many will he?)

Jimin didn't want to provoke him unnecessarily so he simply stated that “Sorry, this seat is taken.” And he was proud when his voice didn't shake.

“What are you doing here, huh? Do you even know what this here is?” Jimin sighed internally and rolled his eyes.

“A drama staging?” It slip out too quickly for Jimin to hold back and he saw the nostrils of the man flare and how his lips were pressed in a thin line. Oh this is not good.

“Go home princess. Play with your dolls and let the real men do their things.” He growled and Jimin wanted to tell him that the dick between his legs showed that he was indeed a 'real' man but he figured that would cross a boarder he didn't want to see the other side off.

“Why is it bothering you if I just quietly sit here and watch the fight? I'm not contagious you know.” Jimin said, trying to keep all the anger and annoyance out of his voice. The man didn't know what to answer to that, his mouth opened and closed again like a fish on the dry.

Tae chose to come back in that very moment, standing tall over the man and radiating a dangerous atmosphere, which is funny if you know what a clingy teddy bear Tae usually is. But now he was obviously pissed and it probably helped that his voice is naturally deep and rich for it made it sound more intimidating when he said

“I think you are sitting on my seat.” The man looked up at him, then at Jimin and back up at Tae until he grumbled something in his beard, took a sip from his beer and finally left.

“Are you okay?” Tae asked when he took the seat the man left just now. Jimin nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess it's my own fault for, you know, dressing like this.” He said with a smile.

“What are you talking about? You have every right to dress in whatever way you please. Their stinky asses are just jealous of your confidence.”

“Pfft, what confidence?” Jimin scoffed. Tae wrapped and arm around his shoulders but didn't say anything because he knew that way Jimin would think about it way more. And before they could talk about it any further spotlight switched on and drowned the ring in yellow. A small man appeared with a microphone in hand. He greeted everyone and asked them to go to their seats. It became quiet real quick and the man in the ring started to announce the fighters, talking about their weight and previous fights and he was basically screaming everything. Probably to hype up the crowed but Jimin thought it was a rather primitive way to do. Yet, it seemed to work and Jimin couldn't say he was surprised.

After a few minutes the first fighter entered the ring. The crowed cheered and whistled and the man raised his fists as if he was bathing in the praise. The fighter was probably about 180 cm tall and build, wearing nothing but the lose shorts and gloves on his hands. He was laughing confidently and Jimin hoped that Jungkook would wash the dirty smug of his face. Something about the attitude and the atmosphere of this guy made Jimin uncomfortable. There was another man walking behind him, carrying a towel and a bottle of water, probably something like his assistant? Jimin had no idea.

The man with the microphone started talking again, now about Jungkook and Jimin couldn't help but pay a little more attention. He hyped him up just as much, talking about how great he his for his young age and how many fights he has already won. Jimin was nervous.

And then Jungkook entered. Instead of enjoying the crowds cheers he simply walked towards the ring, his body hidden by a black silk robe and his face covered by a hood. Jungkook had someone carrying a towel and bottle as well, a small rather slim man with silvery hair. Other than the first boxer, however, Jungkooks assistant(?) Was walking beside him, an arm behind his back a bit like a bodyguard and he was whispering things to Jungkook. Jimin wondered what it might be but it was way too loud and he was too far away to eavesdrop.

Jungkook entered the ring as well and finally got rid of the robe, handing it to the man with silver hair. Jimins mouth fell open. Sure he knew Jungkook had a nice body from when they slept on the same bed or their little “moment" in his entryway but seeing it like this in its full glory was... different.

His muscled were toned, obvious poking out under his tanned skin. The light of the spotlights made him glow and Jimin honestly just wanted to lick his abs Jesus Christ.

Jimin noticed how Jungkooks eyes started to wander over the auditorium, searching for something. Or rather someone. His heartedbeat picked up and suddenly his palms became strangely sweaty. Jimin gulped and took a shaky breath. Damn shit why was he so nervous all of a sudden?

He watched as Jungkooks eyes scanned the crowed and came nearer and nearer towards him and then his eyes landed on him and their gazes locked and Jimin could swear that for a few heartbeats long the whole room was empty except for them both and it was deafeningly silent. Jimin held his breath when a small smile spread on Jungkooks lips. He could hear his own heart beat loudly in his hears and he lifted his hand for a small subtle wave which caused Jungkooks smile to become bigger. Jimin smiled back and then the silvery haired man petted Jungkooks back, asking for his attention. The boxer ripped his eyes away and turned to his assistant who continued to tell him whatever.

Jimin finally released the breath he was holding and noticed that Tae was staring at him.

“I feel dirty.” His best friend said.

“Huh?”

“It was like watching a live porno. Seriously you still have drool on your chin.” Tae teased, acting as if he was wiping it away with his sleeve. “Disgusting.” He muttered and Jimin pushed him away, smacking his hand from his face.

“Shut up!” He snapped, face burning.

Moments later the fight began and Jimin could see an immediate switch in Jungkooks attitude. He was concentrated, focused on nothing but his opponent. He observed the others movements, studying him and waiting for him to make the first move.

Jimin had no idea about boxing but even he could see the difference between those two fighters. Jungkooks opponent still looked rather cocky, grinning and looking at Jungkook like he was a small boy. However, that grin faltered after Jungkook dodged the first hit.

As a dancer Jimin knows what a focused body looks like, he can see the tension, the control over every muscle. It’s a bit as if Jungkook would dance, dance around his opponent, provoking him and irritating him. And it's working. The other fighter became more and more reckless with how much angrier he became. It was somehow funny to watch.

After a few minutes Jungkook finally started to hit back. His movements were so quick and smooth, it reminded Jimin so much of ballet it was fascinating. He never really associated with this sport before getting to know Jungkook so he had no idea what to expect. He always thought boxing are just to men beating each other down but what Jungkook was doing in that ring right now was a profession. Jimin could see the training, the sweat and ache he invested to get this kind of control. It made Jimin feel so much closer to Jungkook because he basically felt the passion Jungkook had towards his sport. It’s the same passion he has for his own and ain’t gonna lie, that’s a huge turn on.

The fight continued with both fighters landing a few good hits and every time Jungkooks face or stomach connected with the opponents glove, Jimin jumped slightly and clenched his hand harder around the armrest of his chair. Yes, he was in awe over Jungkooks fighting, but that doesn't mean he didn't worry about him.

Jimin couldn't say how long the fight actually lasted, for him the time flew and crept at the same time but when Jungkook landed a good hit against his opponents temple the man finally went down. The crowed cheered and watched excitedly if the boxer will get ip again but ten seconds passed and he was still on the ground. A loud ring sounded through the hall and Jungkook raised his hands over his head triumphantly, grinning and rotating to look at the crowed. His eyes, again, landed on Jimin and they beamed at each other before the man with the microphone appeared again, ending the fight and announcing Jungkook as the winner. The silver haired guy hopped in the ring, a huge gummy smile on his face as he pulled Jungkook in a hug and handed him towel and water bottle. It was cute to watch them interact because Jungkook looked at the man with so much fondness and admiration, relishing in the praise like a child who proudly showed off a good grade to his parents.

They left the ring together and the crowed cheered again. People were petting Jungkooks back in congrats as he walked back to the changing rooms.

Earlier that day Jungkook had told Jimin were it would be best for him to wait until Jungkook would be ready after the fight so now Jimin jumped up and pulled Tae along. Out of the building and around it just as Jungkook had described, to get to the backdoor where Jungkook would leave through. He was nervously jumping up and down, while Tae was leaning on the brick wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, growling things about “euphemizing violence" when the door opened.

Jimin basically jumped into Jungkooks arms. The younger let out a surprised noise but was quick to smile and wrap his arms around Jimin.

“Wow what did I do to deserve this enthusiastic greeting?” He chuckled. Jimin pulled back slightly and looked up at him.

“Duh, win the fight obviously.” He answered. Tae scoffed next to them, causing Jungkook to look into his direction.

“Oh right, Jungkookie this us Tae, Tae this is Jungkookie.” Jimin introduced them.

“Oh hi, you must be the platonic soulmate.” Jungkook said and extended his hand but Tae only narrowed his eyes at him until Jimin stabbed him in the side with his elbow in a silent 'be nice!' Tae rolled his eyes and finally took Jungkooks hand.

“Yeah, hi.” Jimin sighed at that.

“Give us a second.” He said and pushed Tae around the next corner.

“Tae why are you being mean?” He wanted to know.

“I'm not being mean, I'm being suspicious. He is a boxer Jiminie, violence and fighting is a daily thing for him. I just don't want you to get hurt.”

“Jungkookie would never hurt me, ever! He saved me, I can't believe we are even talking about that!”

“That he saved you doesn't mean he can't ever lose control. What if you have a fight some day and his 'hand slips', huh? You don't know this guy but you are already acting as if you two know each other for years.”

“I know him better than you do!” Jimin almost yelled. His best friend opened his mouth again but Jimin hold up his hand to shush him.

“Tae, I love you but you are being unfair, right now. You always talk about not judging books after their cover but now you are doing exactly that just because you dislike violence and he is a boxer. I think it's best of you go home for today and once you got over your prejudices you will see how sweet he is.”

“Jiminie-" Tae said, taking a step forwards but Jimin shook his head.

“No, just go home.” Tae sighed but eventually listened. Once he was out of sight Jimin turned and went back to Jungkook who was awkwardly standing where he had left him.

“Sorry, about that.” Jimin said sheepishly.

“It's alright, he us only worried about you. That's a good thing.” Jungkook said but Jimin rolled his eyes.

“He is acting like a mom and there is nothing to worry about anyway.” Jimin said. They made their way away from the building. It was silent for a while until Jungkook opened his mouth again.

“Jimin, I'd never let my hand slip.” He said seriously and Jimin smiled up to him, taking his hand.

“I know.”

They went in a small restaurant and ordered so may dishes, Jimin had no idea how they should possibly finish all that. They talked about everything and nothing for a while, making silly jokes and giggling into their hands to not disturb the other customers. One time Jungkook made a joke while Jimin took a sip from his drink and it caused him to choke. He had coughed and blushed furiously but Jungkook had stared at him with so much affection and tenderness it made Jimins heart bloom.

“You were really cool tonight, by the way.” Jimin said at one point and the beam Jungkook gifted him with was worth all the uneasiness and trouble he felt earlier when he had first entered the old gym hall.

“Thank you!”

“You like boxing very much, don’t you?” Jimin said and Jungkook tilted his head to one side.

“Yeah, I guess, why?”

“No, it’s just… I could see it. The passion you have, you know? I think it’s why you were so superior to your opponent. He was fighting to impress others, you are fighting for yourself.” Jimin mumbled but blushed when he noticed Jungkooks intense gaze. “Ah, sorry, I don’t know if that made any sense… I just-“

“No, it’s fine, you are right. I’m just surprised you could see this, even though you aren’t familiar with boxing.” Jimin shrugged.

“I think on some level boxing is pretty similar to dancing. You need the same control over your body, the tension, the knowledge how to move…” Jimin explained and for a few moments they stared at each other in silence.

“Wow, usually people think boxing is just about how is the strongest and has the harder hits. The only one I can talk to about boxing like this is my coach. You don’t know what a turn on it is that you sit here and casually talk about boxing like you did it all your life.” Jungkook murmured and Jimin blushed, biting his lip. Usually he would avert his eyes and stare at the ground in embarrassment but now there is something between them that makes Jimin feel save. So instead of feeling shy, he feels excited. He used that to be a little bold, leaning over to Jungkook and whispering

“You don’t know what a turn on it was seeing you in that ring, all naked and sweaty.” Jungkooks eyes widened and Jimin could see how his pupils dilated.

“You know, it would only be fair if I could see you dancing too now.” Jungkook said.

“My studio actually has a showcase in two weeks, if you really want to I can get you a ticket.” Jimin said, blush still prominent on his cheeks. It’s not that he is embarrassed about his dancing, he knows he is good at what he is doing, but knowing that Jungkook will be there watching him was… exciting.

After they finished their food they took a walk through the city. Jimin always liked taking walks through the night but he didn’t do it since he moved to the city because he never felt save enough, but now with Jungkook by his side it was like mothing could ever hurt him again.

The taller had an arm securely around Jimins shoulders, keeping him close and Jimin had snuggled into his side, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of Jungkooks body.

“Jimin?” Jungkook said at one point and Jimin hummed, signalling him to keep talking.

“Is this… like uh… was… was this a date?” Jimin couldn’t help but smile at how adorably nervous Jungkook sounded. He looked up at him and stood on his tip toes to press a kiss on the boxers cheek.

“I hope so.”

Jimin didn’t know for how long they paced through the dimly lit streets but after a while they ended up in front of his apartment building. He didn’t want Jungkook to go but he also didn’t want to rush things.

“I had fun tonight. Thank you for letting me see this.” Jimin said. Jungkook shook his head with a smile.

“Thank you for coming.” They smiled at each other and before Jimin could react Jungkook had leaned in and pecked his lips once, twice. After the third time Jimin grabbed his collar and pulled him in to kiss him properly. He felt Jungkook smile against his lips and bit it playfully, tugging on it and running his tongue over it afterwards. Jimin pulled back with a grin when Jungkook groaned.

“You are evil.” The younger said and Jimin shrugged amused.

Jungkook left after another few kisses and soft ‘goodnight’s.

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OC Interview meme

Interview with my dwarf inquisitor boy!!! Sorry the spacing is awful, i kept hitting the character limit. I put it under a read more half way down so i dont bug people :)

- What's your name?

"Rocky Cadash!"

- What's your real name?

"...Ser Inquisitor Cadash. Don't call me that."

- Do you know why you were called that?

"Because i jumped out of the fade and fought Corypheus and decided to lead an army yadda yadda. Anyone could do that shit with the right luck. I dont like to be considered better than anyone, so i like to just be called Rocky."

- Are you single or taken?

"Very happily taken by the one and only Iron Bull."

- Have any abilities or powers?

"Uhm, i can kind of control the door to the afterlife with my hand. So i'd say yeah. I can also fit into very tiny spaces, if needed."

- What's your eye color?

"Bluish green. Varric described them as 'soft like the smoothest river, yet fierce and wild like the harshest jungle' so if im being honest id prefer to call them that."

- How about your hair color?

"Don't tell anyone, but it's dark brown. Tadahn taught me how to make an alchemic mixture that turns it white. I kept it that way because i love how it looks, but now everyone thinks my white hair is part of the prophecy and a sign that i was chosen by Andraste, so i can't let the secret get out. I've really dug myself into a hole here."

- Stop being a Mary Sue.

"No. I don't know who that is, but she sounds lovely, and i'd be honored to take her visage."

- Have you any family members?

"Many, but none of them blood related. I grew up with four other misfits and we basically raised each other. They're my closest family. But i also have all of my companions and advisors. We're a family, even if some of them wouldn't like to admit it. Cassandra is the mom and Varric is the dad. Solas is the stern yet loving step father who makes a bunch of rules the kids don't like but he's TECHNICALLY their father now so they have to listen. And Cole? Cole is my son."

- What about pets?

"I have a pet nug i stole from some dead nobles house when we went to investigate. I couldn't just leave it in it's cage to die! His name is Barry, and he runs around my room freely. Love you, Barry."

- Tell me something you don't like.

"Honestly? My job. Wait, ok, i love leading, i love planning battles, i love strategizing and spending time consulting. I love all of it except the killing. If there was some way to experience the thrill of battle without taking a life, i'd do it. But i can't stand waking up every day knowing i'm going to get more blood on my sword."

- Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

"Don't tell anyone, but i like to write songs. I play guitar in my room sometimes. I wrote a song for Bull, but I don't know how he'd feel about that lovey dovey bullshit. Oh HAHAHAHA BULLSHIT! Amazing! I've made my own day."

- Have you ever hurt someone?

"Wow way to bring me down off the high of my own joke. Unfortunately, yes. I don't know if you mean emotionally or physically, either way, it's still yes."

- Have you ever killed someone?

"...a lot. Too many to count. It's my job, after all. Storm the castle, find the hideout, kill the grunts. Occasionally i have a dramatic face off with someone higher on the food chain. There's so much death all the time. I like to think the main job of the inquisition is to fix that, to bring peace, but somehow the only way to do that is with more death. It doesn't make sense to me, but if it keeps people safe, sometimes you have to become what you hate. Greater good and all that."

- What kind of animal are you?

"UNDOUBTEDLY ONE OF THOSE GIANT FREAK OF NATURE NUGS THAT YOU CAN RIDE INTO BATTLE. THAT. FOREVER."

- Name your worst habits.

"I hide my real personality. See, when i first showed up, i obviously wasn't in the mood to crack jokes. But then everyone got it in their head that the Herald of Andraste is some stoic warrior sent by the Maker himself. It drives me crazy not being able to be myself, but i doubt Cullen would enjoy planning our next battle with me very much if i spilled my thoughts, which are usually an elaborate string of dick jokes. I also cry very easily, another thing i hide. I also hate myself, and think im not worthy of this job. I panic easily and half of the 'heroic' things i've done have been pure instinct. So i guess my worst habit is: i'm a mess."

- Do you look up to anyone at all?

"My best friend Samahl. He's been through so much, but always comes out the other side smiling. I've learned a lot from him."

- What's your sexuality?

"Diiiiiiiiiick."

- Do you go to school?

"HAH, LAUGHABLE. I was born and raised in Dust Town. I never even learned to read until i turned 14 and met Samahl. Thank Stone those elves love their books so much, otherwise i would have been helpless."

- Do you ever want to marry and have kids some day?

"If the Inquisition does what it's meant to do, yes and yes."

- Do you have any fans?

"...unfortunately."

- What are you most afraid of?

"Reaching a point where violence stops being a tool for the greater good and starts being something i enjoy. I don't want to hurt the people i love."

- What do you usually wear?

"Anything fancy or flowery. I even had custom armor made that looks like a noble's costume for a masquerade. I never got to experience things like that growing up, so i cherish any chance to wear something delicate or pretty. I insist all of my companions are dressed their best when they accompany me. Cole, Varric, and Dorian are the only ones who let me put flowers in their hair. I tried to glue some onto Solas once and i'm pretty sure he put a curse on me."

- Do you love someone?

"I love everyone as long as they're not trying to murder me."

- When was the last time you wet yourself?

"Laughing too hard at a dead darkspawn. It fell down some rocks and landed in a complete handstand. Absolutely stunning."

- What class are you? (High class, middle class, lower class)

"Is there something lower than lower class? Something like 'grew up in the basement of a brothel in Dust Town and didn't learn to wipe myself until i turned 10' class?"

- How many friends do you have?

"Uhm, let's see, Tadahn, Samahl, Varric, Blackwall, Ser Morris, Dagna, Quartermaster Threnn, Cullen, Josephine...uhh, let's just say 'a lot', because we could be here all day. I don't know if they consider me their friends, but i consider them mine."

- What are your thoughts on pie?

"I. Will. Eat. Anything."

- Favorite drink?

"...chocolate milk. Don't tell anyone you heard that."

- What's your favorite place?

"THE EMERALD GRAVES. It's so beautiful, i honestly wish i could live there! I get so awestruck seeing all the beautiful elven ruins, and oh my, those trees? Pure beauty. If the inquisition goes well, and i ever get to retire, i'm moving there in a little flower covered cottage. I don't care how much Bull complains, we're living that fairytale life, bitch."

- Interested in anyone?

"You think?"

- What's your bra/dong size?

"Big...for a dwarf. Do with that knowledge what you will."

- What's your type?

"Someone who could pummel me to the ground. So basically, everyone. I have a thing for people with a good sense of humor and a soft side. Looks don't matter to me very much. Except Solas, he's ugly."

- Do you want this interview to end?

"Why does it have to end? I love to talk!"

- Now it's over!

"Oh, that sucks. Well have a lovely day! Be safe! See ya!"

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Ok there it is!!! Im gonna tag @fleshwerks bc you were the person who posted this and id love to share my answers!!! Our characters couldnt be more different lol

I don't have anyone on my tumblr i can tag to do it but im gonna send this to ace. Also, @sassmastermeg u wont do this but like, read about my baby boy, you cuck.

If anyone answers this please tag me!!! I wanna learn about peoples inquisitors!!! Or if anyone just wants to talk abt da in general hmu, i need more friends who like it ),:

I can send anyone who needs it the blank form of the questions for you to copypaste!!!