#seeing all these happy birthday posts n dropping this in the middle of them all. sorry

[basiltonpitch]

it's your birthday.

[snghnlvr]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. / sim jaeyun

sim jaeyun x fem reader!

read part two here <3

synopsis : who knew there was something behind your relationship with the infamous smart guy at school? you had questions as to why jake likes you and chose you to be his girlfriend out of all people. soon, you found out the truth: by a bet.

includes : 1.5k | cursing (internally) | again with the one sided relationship sigh | i’m a SUCKER for angst so.. | jake is a loser and i would end myself if this happened irl | y/n you’re too nice :((

extra: olivia rodrigo is my mom , if i was y/n i would’ve slapped the shit out of jake but let’s not get too physical here eh?? :] , i haven’t seen much jake angst (because he’s the most loving human ever??? he would NEVER ever do something like this) so here i am… :D

likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated <3

[below the cut]

“thanks for making me get $100, babe”

you look up from your seat to see your boyfriend, jake holding a $100 bill between his index and middle fingers. he sent you a wink which already made you blush like crazy but then you slowly processed the words.

what?

“what?” your expression dropped. you looked at jake, waiting for a response for what he meant.

“i said,” he planted his two hands in front of his desk, staring down at you with his beautiful eyes of his. you stared back with nothing but confusion in your eyes.

“thanks for letting me have $100 sweet cheeks.” jake’s lips curved up. he slowly leaned towards your cheeks, pecking them before proudly looking down at his cash.

that little nickname he gave you made your hearts do back flips as usual.

you stood still before replying, “what do you mean? you used me?”

you’ve liked jake ever since he was in the school’s soccer team since sophomore year. he’s popular for his smartness, his godly visuals, his amazing personality of his that steals the hearts of girls, and his talents.

your introverted personality of yours didn’t dare to make a move on jake. you were undoubtedly shy and didn’t like social interaction very much. all of the girls were in line to ask him out and directly confess their love to him, but you didn’t. you weren’t in line, you were just observing him from the side, mentally noting what he likes, didn’t like, what topics he likes to talk about and many more.

the only proof that you like him was through a little post it note you had on your desk before leaving to go to cafeteria.

sim jaeyun <3

was all you’ve written in pink in your yellow post it note. you haven’t told anyone, even your closest friend for you would be afraid of the public teasing that would soon eventually let the whole school know you like jake.

five months, he suddenly asked you out because he thought you were the “most beautiful girl i had ever laid eyes on but was scared to make a move”, quoted by sim jake himself.

at first you didn’t question it as to why he randomly asked you out.

you remember that day, you were blushing like crazy, heart almost ripping out of your rib cage, and you had all sorts of scenarios and activities both you and jake can do because both of you are in a relationship.

well, were in a relationship.

“yeah.” your thoughts were interrupted when jake responded with a heartless tone. “i admit that you were cute when you bought me gifts, but either than that,

i’ve never liked you.” his tone was monotonous.

is that why i reminded him of my birthday? is that why i reminded him of our monthsavrie? when my classes end? is that why i was the first to everything? good morning texts?

thinking about your past memories where you felt the most happy with jake,

was all just an act. just for the damn $100 dollars.

jake being the first one to hold your hand whenever both of you met, even if it’s a minute in the hallways or meeting after school ended, him being the first to notice you shivering and toss you his hoodie even if he was cold, him volunteering to help you study your subjects even if it’s 2am, him wiping your lips with his soft fingers from eating ice cream, him listening to your rants and sobs whenever your parents fight late at night, and always looking at you with nothing but love and admiration you believed,

all an act?

you lowered your head, trying to contain your proper breathing and trying not let your tears fall down. you exhaled, closing your eyes.

“who asked you?”

jake’s face slightly clenched when seeing your eyes filled with rage yet tears threatening to spill out. “who asked you for the bet?” you asked once again but with a firm tone. you didn’t break eye contact. you were thinking of his friends he always hung out with, park sunghoon, yang jungwon, lee heeseung, and many more but you felt like these people - your best friends as well - would never hurt you like that.

instead of being sad and running away, you’re staring at your ex boyfriend with bitterness. the loving stare you’ve had towards jake was rather replaced as if he’s your enemy. yeah, you’ve been backstabbed.

“does it matter?” jake tilted his head, shrugging it off. “what matters is i got my money.” he flicked his bill right in front of your face, his tongue peaking when he mockingly smiled at you.

you glanced at the dollar and then back at jake.

“did i mean nothing to you?” you asked, your thoughts suddenly spilling from your lips. “was our relationship nothing to you?” a tear spilled out of your eyes. seconds later, multiple of them were easily sliding down your cheeks.

you stood up from your seat, looking directly into jake’s emotionless eyes. “did you have fun playing with my feelings? did you enjoy taking my likeness towards you as an advantage? were your friends having fun hyping us up whenever we were around them? did you at least have some fucking sympathy for me!?”

after screaming, you looked down. you were going crazy. literally.

“god, y/n calm down. you’re embarrassing me, lower your volume.” jake crinkled his nose, eyes wandering around to see if there was anyone near the both of you.

despite not looking at him, you can hear the annoyance in his tone and the rolling of his eyes whenever you guys argue. he would call you “overdramatic.”

“fine.” you gulped before looking at him. you imagined yourself as a crying mess. it’s like every argument you had, jake would not cry, but you were.

you had to contain yourself to not let your emotions overwhelm you, but it’s hard right now.

you just got used for money.

“i hope that $100 dollar bill reminds you how much of a shitty person you are.” you grabbed your book bag and ran for your life.

out of that suffocating room.

i can’t believe it, you thought.

he’s a bitch he’s a bitch why is he a bitch!? why did he choose me!? why did he hurt me? i did nothing but .. love him and be there for him.. what did i do to get treated like this??

your chest hurts like shit, you can’t breathe, you can’t think properly, all you wanna do is to hide forever and never face jake the following monday at school. you wanted to go anywhere. anywhere but be in a room with him, sim jaeyun.

god, love is fucking embarrassing as hell.

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YEAHHH jake angst drabble🕺 idk how to feel this one as i can’t imagine jake doing such a thing :(( but we need a change don’t we ? i hope you enjoyed it!! thank you for reading!! ❣️

[dollsque]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ❝ ONLY YOU, DARLING, ONLY YOU ❞ 💚

Word Count: 1.2k

Short Summary: All the ways you two say “I love you.”

Notes: Fluff, Hobie Brown x Reader, Y/N used sparingly, no mention of gender, one-shot, sfw

Masterlist Here <3

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ HE DIDN’T SAY THAT HE LOVED YOU, but he did leave out special post-it notes on the windows around the house while patrolling that told you to stay safe, eat well, drink well, get some afternoon beauty sleep, and some silly little quick doodles.

However, even with the loving intent behind it, he does sometimes do this just to ease your mind that he’s okay when he drops off the notes. You’ll be watching TV, window free of a post-it note, then a while later you’ll see a Post-it on it with quick, messy, and unmistakable handwriting (or a quick doodle) with an added timestamp and small handwriting at the bottom that told you he’s alright. He wanted to make sure you didn't have the same stressful, worrisome days he had.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVED HIM, but you did take care of his wounds after he came home from patrolling no matter how tired you are. No matter how many times he assures you that his super healing will do most of the work, he knows his effort is futile when you’re already opening the med kit and getting ready to get to work with a tired but determined expression as you listen to his daily stories.

You then checked for anything else you missed, any small scratches that would have healed on their own, and some that may have needed a bandaid. After you’re done, you give him lots of kisses and hugs for his hard work, which he gratefully accepts.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ HE DIDN’T SAY THAT HE LOVED YOU, but he did make some room on his beloved guitar for your signature and adorable chibi drawings that you somehow turned into stickers. Any small little gifts you made like some bracelets, he wore like a champ. He owns that shit.

All the handmade little cards you’ve made for a holiday like Valentine’s Day, Thanksgiving, or Christmas, all the birthday cards, and all the cards you made are in a very special box with a bow on it. He secretly reads them all every night when you’re asleep, and some of them date back to when you guys first truly became best friends.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVED HIM, but you did spend some time repairing his suit when sometimes he was simply too tired to do it. You knew that being Spider-Man was hard. You didn’t want him to do it all alone. You knew you couldn’t help much, but you knew that even the simplest of things like repairing the tears and scratches in his suit, washing it, and making sure that it would be good as new the next time he needed it, was good enough for you.

His huge smile, happiness, appreciation, and the way he flickered between the colors purple, pink, and yellow, were always worth it. All the hugs and kisses you received, and how he told you he’d make it up to you somehow, told you that you had done your part and that you did it amazingly, and that was enough for you.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ HE DIDN’T SAY THAT HE LOVED YOU, but he did try and get into your interests and hobbies, like reading books for example, so he could bond with you over more things. Once you finished a book, he’d pick that same book up and read it so that he could talk to you about it. He would even get upset when he was in the middle of reading, his spider senses would go off, meaning he had to continue later.

He would always enjoy the way your eyes lit up when he started talking about the book you had recently read. You two would share your opinions, some even clashing sometimes, but it still was enjoyable and an amazing bonding moment. Sometimes, he’d even go to the library and pick out two books that he’d think you’d enjoy. He’d pick out a book for himself to hide the fact that he went solely for you.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVED HIM, but you did decide to bake him some treats and pastries like cookies or little cupcakes to share with him just because. You think you both deserve it after long days, and you would like to cheer him up. You loved seeing the animated eyes of his Spider-Man mask squint in happiness and delight as he turned yellow at the smell. Yellow for happiness, you knew.

Paper pastries would float about around him for just a split second as he ate them with you before they disappeared, but you swore that one day you’d touch one of the floaty-thingies (as you called them) one of these days to seriously see if they were actually paper or if they were even grabbable in the first place. But for now, seeing him happily eat the pastries while complimenting the hell out of your baking skills was enough to make the both of you happy.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ HE DIDN’T SAY THAT HE LOVED YOU, but he did pay attention to the things you said you liked in your many conversations with him. He particularly paid attention to the part where you said you adored the lily of the valley flowers. He immediately went into action the next day, researching the hell out of those flowers. Once he finds out that they’re poisonous, he moves on to plan B: paper lily of the valley flowers.

Two days after that conversation he surprised you with his handmade lily of the valley flowers, which looked close enough to the real ones. He explained that he didn’t want you getting poisoned to death over pretty ass flowers, so he made them for you instead.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that as long as you didn’t eat them and wore gloves, you’d be fine, but honestly? Those were way more fucking precious than receiving the real thing from him, just because of the extra love and care that went into them. You showered him with hugs, and kisses, while he received them with a goofy, lovesick grin (and yes, he did turn pink with the little floaty-thingy hearts, but you were too busy showering him with physical affection to remember your little mission).

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVED HIM, but you did try to shower him with affection whenever you could. You wanted to be the one to make the move to hold his hand. You wanted to be the one to give him a big hug. You wanted to be the one to initiate the cuddles on the couch as you two watched a movie. You wanted to hold his pinky with yours every chance you got. You wanted to initiate the sweet little kisses that you often stole from him.

You wanted to make him feel like he was the most loved boyfriend on the fucking planet. He already did that for you, making you feel like the most valued partner on the planet, so now it was your turn, and you planned on making him feel that every time you showed him physical affection.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ BUT WAIT A MINUTE—YOU HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER THIS WHOLE TIME! It’s just that actions speak louder than words, and you both were able to feel it during all those moments, even while apart. Your love could never be broken, for it’s equally as strong whether you two decide to say it, or whether you two decide to show more than tell.

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[worldsaparted]

i'd love to request something very soft and fluffy where it's after the tournament, it's raining, and daniel and the reader are sitting together in the back seat of the car, heading home + holding each other tightly and resting their heads on each other's shoulders and are just so happy about daniel's win, despite everything that happened with his leg <333

such a good request, thank you! i hope you like this :) ps sorry for the wait!

All Valley - Daniel LaRusso

When Daniel LaRusso secured the win that meant not only his safety, but closure with his life after moving to Reseda, he was extremely happy - and all he wanted was his girlfriend.

Yeah, he spent his time with Mr. Miyagi because it was his celebration too - but exiting the All Valley Arena is where Daniel’s mind went straight back to Y/n.

She was there, holding her denim jacket that he got her for her birthday after saving up for some time over her head in order to protect herself from the heavy rain, she was as happy as ever to see him too - and he glanced to Mr. Miyagi who gave a firm nod before he limped over to his girl. Daniel groaned at the rain, though still made his way over.

She met him in the middle, her arms immediately going around his neck before kissing him softly, smiling into it. Sure, they shared their hug right after he won, but now - he was good to be with her for the rest of the night. Which was perfect.

“You okay?” She asked, her voice soft as her eyes looked from his leg to his eyes, earning a nod as he continued to limp beside her, his arm around her as she took the trophy from his hands, holding it for him. Daniel took the jacket to hold over them, and he glanced over - a small smile on his face.

“Mhm.” He mumbled, subconsciously pressing his lips against her temple. Lucille was waving them over from the car so naturally - the two rushed over, Daniel opening the back door for Y/n and letting her in before following.

Lucille was extremely happy for her son, and she made sure to talk to Mr. Miyagi about Daniel’s win the entire time on their way from the tournament.

Daniel smiled down at his girlfriend as they studied his trophy. It was quiet back here, the music was low and when Y/n looked over, her smile slowly grew.

“I’m so proud of you.” She ran a hand through his hair, and Daniel’s cheeks turned a bit red as he heard her say this. His hair was wet, as was hers but still - it felt nice. Y/n watched as Daniel leaned forward to place a soft kiss against her cheek, his hand taking hers.

He had so much to say, but he wasn’t sure where to start. With how much he appreciated her for being there? How relieved he was? How happy he was to be with her right now? His heart raced at the sight of Y/n and her words, and he instead unbuckled his seatbelt, scooting closer to her.

Y/n sat, her head against the window staring out at the rainy and windy weather for a moment before Daniel softly laid his head in against her shoulder, very much enjoying this post tournament time with her. His hands held one of hers, and her free hand ran through his hair, a small grin on her face as she looked down to him.

He seemed relieved, and he truly was. Now, y/n was completely his and he didn’t have to fight for that spot anymore. He won his girl, fair and square. Maybe he had a huge cool trophy, but this was what really mattered to him.

The sounds of the radio were faint, but the sounds of the rain drops against the window were loud, Lucille was still talking to Mr. Miyagi and it was dark out as they drove down the streets. After some time, his arms slowly slithered around her waist, pulling her as close as she could be - and he smiled. He sighed in content, his eyes softly shutting as she continued to comfort him and run a hand through his hair, her head against his.

Daniel LaRusso would never forget the way Y/n held him, and Y/n would never forget the way Daniel softly breathed as he shut his eyes, the way his hair tickled her chin, or the way his hands held her waist.

Slowly, Daniel turned and buried his head in his girlfriend’s neck, his hot breaths against her as he softly smiled to himself at the sound of her soft laughs.

He didn’t say much, as he was lost in the feeling of Y/n and her hands caressing him, but he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. At some point, she moved her hands to softly hold his injured leg, rubbing it in a gentle manner and softly speaking into his ear.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked, her voice in a whisper and Daniel slightly pulled away from her neck, his face an inch from hers as his eyes searched hers. He grinned slowly, nodding.

“I’m sure.” His eyes glistened as they stared into hers, and he gently moved one of his hands to hold the back of her head before pulling her in to be able to place a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry, alright?” He said, and Y/n nodded despite the fact that she 100 percent would.

He snuck his face back into his comfort spot that was the crook of her neck, and shut his eyes at the feeling of her hands making their way back to him.

While the windows were extremely cold, and the weather outside was crazy, here - it was perfect. Daniel was as warm and as comfortable as he could ever be and vice versa. He clung onto his girlfriend in happiness of his night overall, not being able to hide his smile away and Y/n was the same.

She smiled at the way he softly whispered into her ear, telling her everything about the tournament that she didn’t already know, and laughed at the small jokes he cracked.

“Now that I’m an All Valley Champ, will you go to prom with me?” He played a smirk on his face as his eyes met hers, pulling away and Y/n smiled, fixing his headband and nodding.

“Maybe.” She sarcastically spoke, earning a small chuckle from Daniel and he was unable to pull his gaze from Y/n. His true win.

Her hands still comforted him by the way she ran her left through the back of his hair, and her right against his knee. She placed soft kisses against his cheek and jawline as he explained his moves to her - and exactly how he learned them.

“I think I got that perfectly, because Mr. Miyagi..” he went on, casually accepting each soft kiss against his skin from his girlfriend with a smile.

“Mhm.” Y/n made it known she was still paying attention, and throughout the car ride, that’s what it was. Y/n asking about the tournament and peppering him with kisses and comfort as he responded, one hand around her shoulders that hugged her close against him. As close as she could be.

[tobifuyu]

I just want a baby with the right one

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

cw: domestic and tooth-rotting fluff, ran being a sappy dad, talks of pregnancy and marriage.

wc: 1,5k

a/n: this is the first part of a longer oneshot with more angst and (ofc) smut that I’m gonna post soon enough. enjoy the short fluff for the time being. I –technically– don’t like kids but I get such baby fever when I see happy families so this is me wishing I could have a partner as perfect as ran!

Stepping foot into a silent home usually meant Ran was asleep somewhere.

After removing your shoes and dropping your bag on the kitchen island, your hunch was confirmed to be right when you found his big body sprawled on your shared bed.

The image is nothing out of the ordinary for you, your sleepy husband can’t go much without his needed rest, especially without you around to keep him company.

Whether now, or five years prior, everything would still look the same: messy purple hair sparse against the white bedding, rosy lips parted as he takes deep breaths, and tattooed chest going up and down as he does.

There is only one stark difference, something that makes your lips curl in a soft smile as you take in the scene.

His arms are bent, creating a makeshift safety harness for the little body that is resting in the middle of his naked chest.

As you carefully and silently approach the bed, you start glimpsing the little face of the angel that your husband is embracing.

Her rosy cheeks resemble that of her father, and you fight the urge to grace them with a kiss in fear of waking her up.

For a moment, you think back to the phone in your purse and curse yourself for not taking it out sooner, wanting to take a picture of the sweet moment, but in the end deciding against going all the way to the kitchen just to come back to either of them having moved.

Ran blinks at you as the mattress dips under your weight. You gather he was just resting his eyes, clever and responsible enough not to fall asleep while holding his newborn daughter.

He raises one finger to his lips to gesture at you to remain silent, but you can’t contain your giggle as you’re filled with a bubbling sense of joy. Part of it is to be blamed on the few drinks you had catching up with your friends, but mostly it has grown inside of you while watching Ran gently rub your daughter’s back.

He rolls his eyes but can’t hide a grin at your behavior, and you bend down to kiss it away with a quick but sweet peck, “Thank you for looking after her.”

“You don’t have to thank me for being with my daughter. I’m her dad y’know?”

“‘course I know, baby. I was there when we made her,” another giggle, Ran has to fight the urge to shut you up with loads of kisses, but you both know he can’t move too much in this position.

So you lay by his side, head resting on his shoulder as you cast your glance towards the sleeping baby.

You can feel your heart clenching, every moment you’re not by her side is like torture. You enjoyed going out alone for once, but you missed the two of them like crazy and spent the whole night pestering your friends about it.

“Can’t believe she’s turning one month old tomorrow,” you whisper, hand raised to gently stroke at her scrunched-up forehead.

“Time goes by so fast,” the breath Ran takes fills his lungs so much you see your little one raising up and down.

“It’s okay, baby, one month is not the end of the world.” You’re trying to rationalize it for the sake of both of you, but you know how emotional your husband gets with these types of things.

The passing of time has never been something he particularly enjoys, not only dreading his getting older but also his brother’s. You recall watching him mop around the day before every single one of Rindou’s birthdays (he raised the boy, after all). So you already knew things would only get worse when it came to his own kid.

“Next thing you know she’s gonna turn twenty and walk out of the house with a partner who probably has one of those dumb jobs like influencers.”

“Hate the game, not the player. You’re a club owner, you literally make money off of ‘em.” You bop his nose with the tip of your finger and his neck muscles strain as he raises his head from the pillow while trying to bite at it.

“That’s why I’m saying it’s stupid,” he pouts. You swear, he’s become such a dad.

But you remember how scared he was when you first found out you were pregnant. You both were.

You didn’t plan for kids. Yeah, Ran had always dreamed of building a family of his own, but he had agreed with you that if you never felt ready, it would be okay.

The two of you were a family already, with Rindou popping by from time to time, and plans of getting a dog if you ever felt like shaking things up.

You were doing okay. Then it happened.

Both of you had always been so careful, so you reasoned that it was just meant to be.

Ran was scared of becoming a dad. He spent his early life taking care of Rindou, and he was fulfilled enough to just enjoy his adult years being with his wife. Traveling, clubbing, lazing in bed. The two of you only cared for one another and it was more than he thought he would ever get in life.

Ran’s pure excitement took over his fear pretty quickly, but he held it in for some time because he could tell how much more shaken up you were by the news.

You were not ready to become a mother, you didn’t think you had it in you. You could barely take care of yourself, how would you help in raising a baby? And it’s not like you could leave the job to Ran, he already had to deal with it alone once, you wouldn’t do such a thing to him again.

It took you some days to make your decision and come to peace with it, days where you closed up to Ran and laid alone in bed, thinking about how your body would change, how much pain you would have to endure, all the sacrifices and scary aspects of pregnancy and ultimately raising a human life.

Ran had come back from work one day and found you in the kitchen baking a cake, or rather trying to. Your cheeks were dusted with flour, and you were dipping a finger in the bowl filled with custard.

“Taste test?” He had asked with a raised brow while removing his coat and shoes at the door.

“Mh, I think our baby likes this one.”

“Do they now? Are you already blaming them for your cravings?” With lips curved in a smile, he had approached you slowly, holding out his arms as you sank into them, head resting on his jacket-covered shoulder.

“I was trying to bake a cake to celebrate our pregnancy. ‘m sorry it took me so long, Ran. I want this baby with you.”

Ran had held you a little tighter at that, softly stroking down the length of your hair while whispering reassuring promises in your ears, tears now wetting both of your faces.

“It’s gonna be okay, my love. As long as we’re together, everything is gonna be alright.”

“As long as we’re with her, everything is gonna be alright.” You repeat his words from then, staring up at his lilac eyes from under your lashes.

He’s already gazing down at you with a look that you know well by now, one that is filled with love and longing. No matter how close you are, Ran always seems to want you even closer.

“I love you, my sweet girl. I love both of you so much. I’m never leaving you, I promise.” He slithers one of his hands under your body, holding the back of your shoulder to keep you pressed against his side, all while softly caressing the skin, copying the movement he was drawing on the smaller back of your sleepy daughter, “Swear on my life.”

A short kiss is left on his collarbone by your lips before you bend down to sweetly press them on top of your daughter’s small head of light hair.

“Now tell me you love us too!” Ran whines and presses the side of his face against yours, squishing your cheeks together as little giggles shake both of your bodies. All the attempts at silencing him are worthless, and you’re forced to give in to his pleading as he starts tickling your side.

“Ran, I love you, baby! And I love our babygirl. I promise, you guys are my whole life.”

All that commotion must’ve finally woken up the tiny girl because the silent room is now filled with laughter and the cries of a baby that would’ve once annoyed you, but now sound like music to your ears.

In that moment you realize that your words aren’t just mindless and sweet-coated, a life without either one of them truly wouldn’t be worth living. And you decide to not give up your family for anything in the world.

[yaimlight]

Rating: E 18+ (minors do not interact)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Summary: Katsuki's been jealous of yours and the half 'n' half's relationship since the get go but seeing the two of you out together like it's some sort of date finally pushes him over the edge, his temper finally getting the better of him. It probably wasn't his best idea to show up at your place, screaming blue bloody murder and trying to break your door down, just like it wasn't a good idea to threaten your nosy next door neighbour but Katsuki was desperate, already falling apart before he had even seen that murderous look in your eyes. He couldn't lose you, not to that two tone bastard.

A/N at bottom of post

Katsuki’s fist collided with the door with two loud bangs in quick succession causing it to rattle in its frame. He was probably using too much force, his anger getting the better of him, but he couldn’t help it. He was pissed off and he had never been good at keeping his anger in check at the best of times.

When he had decided to come over Katsuki had had every intention of apologising to you, of making things right because he knew he had been wrong to act the way he had. He had even managed to calm down to go get you flowers, scrutinising ever bunch or roses and tulips until he found one that he deemed good enough to give you. He had it all planned out, how he was going to hand them over with an apology that didn’t sound half asked and an explanation to his outburst. It would have been perfect, would have had you smiling and inviting him in with that coy look in your eyes, but Katsuki had made the mistake of looking at his phone, originally wanting to check the time but instead being greeted with his news feed and the latest gossip headline.

The photos of you and Todoroki had been everywhere, appearing quickly amongst the trashy gossip sites and fan run blogs. Each and every one of them saying the same thing, unknowing of what it was doing to Katsuki. He had just stood there on the street, rooted to the spot and staring down at your bright smile and amused eyes that were completely focused on the other man. Katsuki knew the restaurant you were in, had been saving up for months to be able to take you for your birthday but just like always that bloody half ‘n’ half bastard had gotten there first, proving once more that Katsuki just wasn’t enough when it came to you.

The two of you looked good together, what with you both leaning across the table, heads in close and looking way to intimate for two people who were supposed to just be friends. Todoroki was smiling fondly at you, his mismatched eyes soft and full of affection as you whispered something to him. You looked like a happy and perfect couple; caught in the middle of a romantic and sweet moment that you had thought was private. You looked like everything everyone expected of you, like everything Katsuki would never be.

Everything had come crashing back down on him then. Doubt and fear, panic and anger. They had swirled around inside his head, drowning out anything else and suffocating him. He had been unable to do anything others than stand there, staring at the photo and watching as comment after comment flashed up, each one saying how cute you looked together, what a lovely couple the two of you would make and insisting that you and the bastard had to already be in a relationship considering how close you seemed. Katsuki hadn’t been able to move, his body and mind going numb. Stupid. He had been so bloody stupid to think he could ever be enough for you, to believe he would ever fit into to the world you lead. He was just some street rat; a college drop out with a bad attitude and a criminal record. He wouldn’t ever be able to give you the life you deserved. He just wasn’t good enough.

Katsuki’s mind stuck on that, repeating it again and again. He wasn’t good enough, never had been. Ever since he was a snowy nosed brat Katsuki had been told that he wasn’t good enough, that he had to do better, push himself harder and even when he did those things it was never enough, ending right back at being told he wasn’t good enough and needed to do better. He had been stupid to think that things with you would have been any different.

Someone had slammed into his should, jostling Katsuki’s grip on his phone and reminding him that he was still stood in the middle of the street. Slowly he blinked down at his phone, his frown deepening as he thought about everything that had led him too here. This wasn’t his fault; he wasn’t the one off getting all cosy with another guy for everyone to see, looking all happy and carefree when you had been claiming heartache not three hours ago.

Shoving his phone back into his pocket Katsuki had carried on to your apartment, his anger growing with every step. He was angry at bastard Todoroki for acting like he had the right to do those kinds of things with you when he knew damned well that you were with Katsuki. He was also angry with all those extras that thought they had the right to decide who you should be with simply because they though you looked good together and had seen you solaces all over the society pages. Of course, Katsuki was angry with you as well for being so oblivious to what was happening and what it was doing to him but most of all Katsuki was angry at himself for being so weak. For letting this get under his skin. For not being able to handle his emotions and potentially ruining a perfectly good part of his life because that was where this was heading if he couldn’t get himself under control. This was going to ruin everything between the two of you if you both carried on this way, but Katsuki felt helpless to stop it, too caught up in his anger to think clearly and rationally.

By the time he had made it to your apartment his anger had fully taken over, his rage and indignation bubbling under his skin and just waiting for an outlet. He hadn’t even realised he had dropped the bouquet of flowers he had gotten you, not until he was outside your door and slamming his fist as hard as he could against the wood, the bunch of yellow roses and white tulips nowhere to be seen. Wherever they were they were probably ruined, trodden down into nothing under the uncaring feet of the worthless extras. Whatever, he didn’t care. It ain’t like he as in the mood to be giving you gifts anyway. Not right now at least.

When he got no answer Katsuki growled, slamming his fist harder against the door. “Open the fucking door Y/N,” Katsuki yelled, “I know you're in there!” His voice echoed back at him, bouncing off the corridor walls and making his rude demand sound even louder than it had been. There was still no answer though and, in his frustration, Katsuki kicked the door, his heavy-duty boot leaving a black scuff along the once clean and pristine white paint. It looked out of place, just like he did in your fancy ass apartment building, dressed in his street clothes and looking like a mad man. He had always felt out of place though, like you were slumming it with him with your designer clothes and disposable income that was more than he earned in a year at both his shitty jobs combined. He guessed the rest of the world would think the same to if they ever saw the two of you together. Would probably think he was your latest charity case, helping the scum of society make something of himself in society because you were a bleeding heart like that.

Before he could really start taking his anger out on the door it was yanked open and Katsuki was greeted with your angry glair. You had changed since your little outing with that Todoroki bastard, now in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that was half hanging off one of your shoulders. You looked soft, comfortable even, well except for the almost murderous intent in your eyes and the clenched fists at your side that suggested you wanted to hit him. Katsuki kind of wished you would hit him, at least then he would have some kind of idea of how to react, how he was supposed to handle this whole messed up situation because if there was one thing Katsuki knew how to do it was fight. This emotional shit that required him to talk about his feelings and communicate clearly, he wasn’t so good at.

“What?” you snapped when he didn’t say anything, crossing your arms over your chest and standing up straight like you were trying to make yourself look as big and imposing as you could. It would have been funny, cute even, if Katsuki wasn’t so blinded by his anger. Snarling, Katsuki stepped forward, getting as close as he could without stepping through the doorway. “Let me in.” His voice was low and demanding, more a growl then his normal deep timber. You didn’t move though, the door remaining only half open and your body blocking the way. Your scowl deepened, lifting your head up slightly in defiance and practically daring him to do something about it. “Move,” he demanded from between clenched teeth. He was being rude, he knew that, but he was too far gone, the fragile hold he had on his anger having shattered the moment he looked at his phone and seen those stupid pictures of you and that half ‘n’ half bastard acting like the latest ‘it’ couple.

“No.” It was a simple answer, said with such finality that Katsuki was a little surprised you hadn’t tried to shut the door in his face. He would deserve it, he knew that, but it didn’t stop him practically growling at you and flashing his teeth like some sort of wild dog. “Why the hell not?” Katsuki was spiralling, forgetting every technique his therapist had taught him to stop this from happening but the more you refused to let him in the worse it got, his mind racing with all the reasons why you wouldn’t let him into the apartment. To him it seemed so obvious why, that bastard Todoroki having sensed a weakness in your relationship and swooping in to take advantage of it before Katsuki even had the chance to fix what had gone wrong. Katsuki would kill him, wring his scrawny little neck and make sure he knew in no uncertain terms that you were his and that he better leave well enough alone if he wanted to stay breathing.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because I didn’t want to be anywhere near you right now.” Your harsh words stung, and they really should have helped him to calm down but all they seemed to do was stoke the fire of his anger making him want to lash out. He wasn’t the one in the wrong here, you were what with your sneaking around and play happy bloody couple with another man. Katsuki had every right to be angry and your piss poor attitude wasn’t going to change that.

“Let. Me. In.” Katsuki leant right in until his face was hardly an inch away from yours, his fists clenched at his sides and the words forced out from behind clenched teeth. “No,” came that infuriating simple answer again and Katsuki finally snapped, unable to hold himself back any longer. Crying out in anger and frustration Katsuki slammed his fist into the wall next to your door, the plasterboard cracking under the impact. Vaguely he was aware that he was causing criminal damage, that he was going to get you in trouble with the landlord and that if he didn’t get himself and the situation under control, he could very well find himself back in a cell and out of a job and an apartment. He just didn’t care right then. With every second that he spent denied entry his suspicion grew, eating away at the last fragile stings holding him in check. “Fucking move,” he yelled. You barely even registered his loud and aggressive outburst, unmoving and uncaring as he snarled at you. Katsuki lifted his hand with every intention of shoving you out his way so he could go beat the shit out that stuck up bastard but before he could even so much as get his hand on the door there was the unmistakable click of a lock being open, a door creaking loudly in the now quiet hall. Katsuki’s head snapped to the side; his eyes narrowed as someone stepped out into the hallway.

Your neighbour was a creep in Katsuki’s opinion, with his perfectly flat hair and square glasses, his crisp white shirts buttoned all the way up and tucked into his perfectly pressed black slacks. He was always around, always watching and waiting and it just got under Katsuki’s skin. He would have called the cops ages ago if he actually thought they would do something but knowing his luck it would somehow get all twisted round and he would be the one that got arrested, needing you to come bail him out. “The fuck you lookin’ at four eyes?” Katsuki spat the words out, sneering at the darker haired man and hoping he would just grumble about Katsuki being rude and shuffle off like always. He could see you stiffen out the corner of his eye, your fingers curling around the door and eyes narrowing. “Bakugou,” you hissed, voice low and full of warning. Katsuki froze, his veins filling with ice, his next shitty comment getting stuck in his throat.

That name. That one fucking word shattering his heart yet again. The two of you had argued over the year or so you had known one another, it was unavoidable considering his personality and your stubbornness, but never had you been that mad at him to be so formal, so distant and it hurt to feel you pulling away from him like that. you hadn’t even called him that at the beginning when you had barely known one another. It had always been blondie on dynamite or even gremlin until the two you had gotten closer at it had become Katsuki. It felt wrong to hear you use his family name now but maybe it was a sign that he had fucked up so badly you wouldn’t take him back this time.

The guy pursed his lips, his dark eyes narrowing. “Is everything alright?” His sharp and calculated eyes flickered between the two of you, though he could probably barely even see you around Katsuki. It felt like he was being appraised, the man’s distain for Katsuki’s behaviour and ripped jeans evident in the way he looked down his nose at him. Snarling Katsuki clenched his jaw, his hands balling up into fists at his side as he straightened up. Where did this loser get off, implying that you were anything other than safe with Katsuki. Yeah, he was pissed and hurt and all kinds of fucking desperate, but he would never raise a hand to you, never. He may be from the wrong side of the city and have a bit of a reputation for being a bully, but he wasn’t the kind of scum that would do that, no matter what people thought.

Your laugh echoed down the hall, the sound clearly forced as you leant around Katsuki and waved the other man’s concern off. “Sorry Iida-sama, everything’s fine,” you smiled, all trace of your previous anger gone. He supposed that was a perk of having to be camera ready all the time, you had learnt how to hide what you were really feeling quicker than a flash of a camera shutter. The creep frowned, eyes darting between the two of you but apparently believing your obviously forced cheer and taking a small step back into his darkened doorway with a stiff nod towards you.

“Now fuck off creep,” Katsuki muttered as he turned back to you, ready to carry on where you had left off before you had been interrupted. You were glaring at him, brows furrowed, and jaw clenched in a way that he knew meant he was in trouble. He wanted to lean forward and smooth the lines out with his fingers, trace them across your brow and down your cheeks until his thumb pressed against the corner of your mouth. He wanted to touch you, but he wasn’t sure that you wouldn’t punch him if he tried. Katsuki deserved it and he wouldn’t stop you if you tried, taking the hit like he had been paid to do it.

“Should I call the police?” The question hung in the air, your eyes widening and mouth falling open like you were going to say something, but words seemed to fail you as genuine panic filled your eyes. That was fine. Katsuki had more then enough for the two of you. Pushing away from the door Katsuki turned to fully face the other man, his hands curled into fists and glaring daggers. “The fuck did you just say?” Katsuki hissed as he took a step towards the other man. He knew what he looked like in his leather jacket and ripped jeans, his nail varnish chipped and his piercings glinting in the bright fluorescent lights in the hall. The stupid extra had the good sense to look scared, taking a step back and pulling his door partially closed like it could protect him from Katsuki beating the shit out of him. He supposed that made him just as bad as the nosey bastard thought he was and maybe he was but at least Katsuki hadn’t done anything yet, hadn’t actually laid a hand on the man. Five years ago and it would be a different story but Katsuki had at least managed to get a handle on his anger to the extent he didn’t lash out so much anymore. Though that didn’t mean Katsuki was above scaring the shit out of someone.

A hand curled tight around Katsuki’s arm, delicate fingers digging into his muscles and keeping him from taking another step towards the idiot who was clearly looking to get his ass handed to him. “No thank you Iida-sama. Everything’s fine, promise,” you rushed out, laughing nervously as you pulled Katsuki away from the other man. Quickly you spun on your heels and shoved Katsuki back, your hands pressing down on his chest and forcing him towards your apartment. Katsuki stumbled, tripping over his feet as you shoved him through the open door. He had barely made it through before you slammed the door closed, the loud bang echoing through the silence.

The two of you just stood there, neither one of you saying anything as you both tried to process what had just happened. Katsuki was lucky really, things could have gone so much worse and there was always the possibility that four eyed creep would still call the cops, wanting to press charges because Katsuki had threatened him. He would be screwed then, though he didn’t doubt that you would probably smooth things over, getting the weirdo to droop the charges as quickly as he had pressed them. Katsuki didn’t think he would ever be able to look at you again if that happened. Not that you could even look at him now anyway.

You had your back to him, head hanging forward and hands clenched at your sides. You were tense, the anger visible in every taunt line of muscle in your back and shoulders. Katsuki was angry to, his veins filled with it and making his body burn. He wanted an explanation as to why, out all the people you knew you had gone to that half and half bastard when you knew how Katsuki felt about him. He wanted to scream at you, to demand once again that you keep your distance from Todoroki bloody Shoto because you were his girl, Katsuki’s and he didn’t trust the stuck-up daddy’s boy as far as he could throw him. Katsuki wanted to rage about the whole fucked up situation you were in but most of all he wanted you to look at him, to see what this was doing to him, to your relationship, and understand what he struggled to say.

Gritting his jaw Katsuki reached out towards you planning on grabbing your shoulder and making you look at him. As if you could sense his intentions though you spun round before his fingers could even brush your shoulder, knock his hand away and glaring at Katsuki with a burning anger in your eyes that he had never seen before “What is wrong with you?” you hissed. Scowling Katsuki jerked back, waving his outstretched hand in the general direction of the door as he snapped back at you. “Me? What the fuck’s wrong with your shitty stalker?” He was being loud, the asshole probably still able to hear him but Katsuki couldn’t care less. Let him hear, let the whole sodding building hear then maybe he wouldn’t have everyone trying to set you up with that posh bastard because there wouldn’t be any doubt that you were already spoken for. Maybe then Katsuki could stop being so paranoid that someone better suited was going to come swooping in and steal you away from him. Maybe then he could start feeling like he was enough for you, that he was good enough for once.

“What did you expect was going to happen when you show up here screaming blue bloody murder and banging on my door like some kind of common street thug?” Your angry words felt like a slap to the face, the reality of what he had done sinking in as your sharp and unforgiving words echoed around the room. Fuck. That was exactly how he had been acting. Katsuki might be from the rough side of town, hell he even worked in a dive bar that had some questionable patrons, but he wasn’t like that. He was a stickler for rules, hadn’t been arrested since he was a kid and he never got involved with any of the dodgy shit that went on around his neighbourhood. For all intense and purposes, he was a good law-abiding citizen and yet hear he was, acting like one of those scummy street gang bangers, threatening some random extra because he got in Katsuki’s way and practically trying to force his way into your home when you clearly didn’t want him there.

What had he been thinking? He had come here to make things better not to make the whole situation ten times worse. He should be ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of himself. Just because he was worried and insecure didn’t give him the right to treat people like shit, especially someone he loves. He was supposed to be better than this, had gone to therapy for years to get a handle on his anger but at the first sign of something not going his way Katsuki had reverted back to the venomous punk he had been at 16, when his anger issues had gotten him kicked out of school and home. “Fuck!” Katsuki exclaimed, turning his back on you and running his hands through his hair. He needed to get a grip of himself before this situation came beyond fixable. Before he lost you for real. There would be nobody to blame but himself if that happened, his anger so toxic and self-destructive that it burned away everything good in his life. Fuck! He was messing this all up, the best thing that had happened to him in years and he was ruining it.

“I think you should leave”. Katsuki jerked back round at your quiet and defeated voice, his eyes wide with panic. “What?” he managed to croak out. You weren’t looking at him, head tilted down and to the side, your arms wrapped around you like it was the only thing keeping you together. “You’re angry,” you whispered, and Katsuki would have missed it if the apartment had been so quiet. “I’m not…” Katsuki started, his voice just as quiet but you held your hand up and Katsuki fell silent, swallowing back down whatever he had been about to say. Sighing you finally looked up at him. “I’m angry Katsuki and I, I don’t want either of us to say something we will regret in the morning”. You sounded tired, looked it to and Katsuki hated that he was the reason, that he had driven the two of you to this.

“No,” he said stubbornly, standing up straighter and crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t leave now, not with the way things were between the two of you. He didn’t need space or time to think. He already knew that he had fucked up. What Katsuki needed was for you to understand that he wasn’t angry with you, not really. He was just bad at dealing with emotions, both his own and others. Groaning you rolled your eyes at him. “Of course not, because why would you ever do anything you didn’t want to.” Katsuki narrowed his eyes and your exasperated remark, unable to bite back his own aggravated reply. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Sure, he could be a stubborn asshole sometimes, but he wasn’t the kind of guy who would stick around in a bad situation just because his stubbing pride refused to let him back down. Not any more at least and he had the bills from his therapist to prove it. “Do I?” you shouted, “because this sure as shit looks like you being a stubborn asshole who doesn’t know when to back the fuck off.” Katsuki just stared at you, shocked to hear you swear. You never did, not even when you were angry or in the throes of passion, your posh ass upbringing not allowing it. Maybe that half and half bastard was actually right, and Katsuki was a bad influence on you.

You groaned loudly, your shoulders slumping as you lifted a hand to rub at your eyes. “Look, I get it,” you sighed, letting your hand fall back to your side and looking at Katsuki with sad and tired eyes. “You don’t like Shoto and that’s fine, I’m not asking you to.” Katsuki scoffed at that. No, you hadn’t asked Katsuki to like the other man but you had asked him to get along with him to the point the two of them could be in the same room together without getting into an argument and that was almost as bad, especially when the frosty bastard had been acting like he was better than Katsuki. Like just because he had money and a fancy ass name, he had more of a right to you then Katsuki did. It was frustrating, humiliating and Katsuki hated how right the other man was. Katsuki really didn’t deserve your attention and most definitely not your love.

“But what I am asking you for is to not go around acting like my friends aren’t worth the air they breath.” You were yelling again, your voice getting louder with every word. He could see the anger in your eyes burning bright again and he hated that it was directed at him. That it was his fault it was even there in the first place. “That’s not it,” he yelled back at you, his own anger and fear bubbling up inside of him again. That wasn’t it, not even close. Sure, it was a fact that he didn’t like Shoto, and he was pretty sure that the other man only tolerated him for your sake and the majority of your other stuck-up friends were just about tolerable, but it went deeper than that for Katsuki. Deeper than he would ever like to admit because he had spent a lifetime hiding his feelings and he hated the fact that you made him feel so fucking weak and pathetic.

Katsuki flexed his fingers, willing himself to try and calm down. Getting into a full-blown argument was the last thing he needed right now. He needed to get himself back under control, had to do something to make this whole shitty situation at least salvageable but it was hard to get a handle on his emotions when your normally impeccable control was slipping, the hurt and anger you were feeling almost tangible. He had to though or other wise he was going to lose you because of his own inadequacies and control issues. “Then what is it Katsuki because I can’t keep doing this every god damn time, I want to spend time with my friend?” you shouted, hands curling into tight fists and tears starting to roll down your checks.

Something in Katsuki snapped then, the sight of you crying because of him enough to have everything he had been keeping locked away deep inside bursting out of him in the form of two simple words that showed more of himself than he was comfortable with. “I’m scared!” he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls and body shaking as he fell apart. You jerked back, eyes wide in shock and just staring at him like he was some sort of alien life form. Like you had never seen him before and he supposed that was true in a way because you had never seen him like this. Not raw and open and so fucking desperate that he had thrown away all his pride and bravado without a though.

Groaning Katsuki shoved a hand through his hair and slumped back against the door. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that. It had just come tumbling out and there was no way you would let him take it back now it was out there. Sucking in a deep breath he rubbed at his eyes, head tipped backwards to rest against the wood and willing his racing heart to stop. There was no point hiding any more, the damage was done so he might as well be fucking honest for once in his miserable life. “I’m scared that one day you will wake up and this won’t be enough anymore. That I won’t be enough.” Katsuki spoke to the ceiling, his voice nothing more than a whisper but in the sudden silence of the room he could almost believe he was still yelling. It was the truth, something he dreaded every day and shit like this just made it all seem all that much closer to becoming reality.

Now that he had started though Katsuki couldn’t stop, his fears tumbling out of him in a rush of broken words. “You wouldn’t have to hide with him. The two of you could go out together and no one would question it, wouldn’t even look twice because you’re from the same world and I…I don’t…” The words died on Katsuki’s tongue, the admission that he didn’t belong in your world making his throat closed up, like if he didn’t say it then it wouldn’t be real.

He screwed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears before they fell, his hands curling painfully around the edge of the counter. He felt so stupid, pathetic, embarrassed by his emotions even though he knew that he should have said this all a long time ago. He was ashamed that you were seeing him like this. He was supposed to be an unmovable rock not a snivelling mess and yet here he was, fight back the tears and desperate to cling onto something he wasn’t sure he deserved. The old hag would be so fucking proud on him. “The worst thing is that I know you would be good together. I know he would treat you right, make you happy. Treat you like the fucking goddess you are and do everything a decent boyfriend should do.” And there it was, the root of all his problems.

Yours and Shoto’s relationship had been a problem since the beginning for Katsuki. When he had first met you he had tried to justify it as Shoto being another potential suitors, someone else vying for your attention but he had never had the same problem with any of your other male friends or any other stupid extra who had tried to flirt with you. Sure, he would get annoyed with them, a little angry and possessive but he never actively tried to keep you away from them like he had with the half and half bastard. When he had finally gotten together with you, things had just gotten worse, spiralling out of Katsuki’s control quicker than he had been aware of. One minute Todoroki had just been an annoyance and then the next he had become the biggest threat to the blonde’s life and happiness and the more your ‘relationship’ with the bastard was thrown around the worse it got, all Katsuki’s anger focusing on the man until the mere mention of his name was enough to have Katsuki snarling.

Despite what some people thought Katsuki wasn’t stupid, he knew why he was getting so angry, his own inadequacies like a glaring red light. It had been a mutual decision to keep things between the two of you a secret, neither of you wanted the press and public involved in your business or the backlash when Katsuki’s past inevitably came out. It had been nice, having something that was just his and as the two of you grew more comfortable in the others space Katsuki had become complacent. It hadn’t even occurred to him what things the two of you were missing out on until he had seen the evidence of it splashed across the front pages of gossip magazines and social media, Todoroki at your side instead of him.

Katsuki knew, logically, that you weren’t doing it on purpose, knew that you just saw it as spending time with one of your oldest and most trusted friends, but it didn’t stop it from driving Katsuki insane with jealousy and if he was being honest, fear. You and Todoroki went out together often, to dinners at restaurants that’s friends had no right going to, as well as movies and shopping trips. You had even gone to the beach together, your smile bright and infectious as you held onto your stupidly over sized hat and the half ‘n’ half bastard rubbing sunscreen on to your bare shoulders. Admittedly you had gone with the shitty nerd and cheeks but still, it was something a couple would do, and Katsuki hated it. Hated that fucking Todoroki could give you something that he so desperately wanted to but couldn’t. He wasn’t ready for that sort of scrutiny yet.

Katsuki wasn’t part of your high society life, and he would only drag you and your reputation down if two of you went public together now. It didn’t matter how many times you told him it didn’t matter because Katsuki knew that would change as soon as everyone else started judging him. You were sleek perfection, dressed in the latest fashion from the top designers and always well put together even when you were slumming it with him. You were smart and kind, well-liked by not only those in your social circle but also the general public. You had a reputation, a good one and Katsuki, well Katsuki was nothing in comparison.

He was a mess; a high school drop out with anger issues and a criminal record. He couldn’t get a decent job so he was stuck working at some shitty bar that attracted all the wrong kinds of people and only just paid enough that he could afford to live in his crappy rundown one room apartment. All his clothes came from secondhand shops or whatever customers left behind in their drunken stupor. Katsuki had tattoos and piercings, wore mostly back and often had a thick layer of eyeliner around his crimson eyes. He looked like a thug, a degenerate, someone’s who was more likely to start a fight then volunteer at some charity soup kitchen. It didn’t matter how confident he was, how he didn’t take anyones bullshit. Katsuki knew he wasn’t good enough for you, but it didn’t change the fact that he wanted you. In fact, he was pretty certain he was in love with you and all this bullshit with Todoroki was making it more and more obvious that he just didn’t belong in your world.

Katsuki let out a shaky sigh, tipping his head forward so he was looking at his scuffed and dirty boots instead of your stark white ceiling. “I can’t stand it, seeing him doing all this fucking shit with you that we should be doing.” He felt wrecked, all his nerves frayed but he couldn’t stop now, he needed you to know everything if he was ever going to fix this because he wanted to. Katsuki may know that he wasn’t good enough, but he was selfish, and he desperately wanted you all to himself for however long he could. “I have to listen to all these shitty extras telling me how good you two are together and every time it’s like getting stabbed. Fuck this is stupid. I’m so fucking stupid”. Katsuki shoved his hands into his hair, shoulders slouched forward and curling in on himself.

Gentle hands curled around his wrists, your thumbs rubbing at his pulse points as you slowly lowered his hands. Katsuki sucked in a shaky breath, his eyes stinging as he pointlessly tried to stop the tears from falling. He barely got a glimpse of your own red and watery eyes before you were wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a tight hug. Katsuki froze, holding his breath as he waited for you to say something, to pull back from him and tell him he was right, and he should go because he really wasn’t good enough for you. None of that happened though and after a few long moments Katsuki finally slumped forward, resting his head on yours and wrapping his arms around your waist. Katsuki clung onto you like he was afraid if he let go you would vanish, whisked away in a swirl of red and white before he even had a chance to reach out for you again.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, stood in the hallway and holding one another but it was nice, the closeness soothing his frayed nerves and making him feel more grounded instead of like he was spiralling down into nothingness. “I’m sorry.” Katsuki frowned at the mumbled words, slowly pulling back to look down at you. Your head was pressed against his chest, hands curled into his jacket and your knuckled going white from how tight you were holding into him. He could feel your body shaking against his, your tears soaking through his t-shirt, her breath catching as sucked in one shaking breath after another. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m so sorry.”

Confused Katsuki pulled you tighter against him, lifting a hand up to stroke at your hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered into your hair, his own tears starting to fall freely down his cheeks and dripping off his chin into your hair. How had he fucked up so much that you were blaming yourself for his shortcomings? “I’m the one who’s sorry. Fucking ruining everything I touch,” he choked out, voice cracking as he tried to force the lump down in his throat. “I’m pathetic.”

He was ruining this, ruining what you had just because he couldn’t get past his own insecurity’s. What if this was it for you? What if you walked away from him because you couldn’t handle his outbursts and unjustifiable anger? It would hurt, more than Katsuki would ever admit. If you left him, he would never find someone else like you again and he would only have himself to blame. Just like always.

He felt you take a shuddering breath, your sobbing finally calming down until it stoped all together. You lent away from him, not enough to pull free of his grasp but enough to put some distance between two of you. It was barely enough room to slip an arm between you, but it felt like a canyon to Katsuki. He wanted you back, pressed against him and secure in his hold. Fuck it was pathetic how much he needed you, how much he couldn’t function without you in his life.

A gentle hand slipped under his chin, lifting his head up until he was looking you in the eyes. There were tears still clinging to your lashes, eyes red rimmed and lips puffy from where you had been biting them in an attempt to stifle your cries. Katsuki cupped your cheek, his touch gentle as he brushed his thumb across your cheek to wide away the tears that hadn’t rolled down them. You were looking up at him with a mix of determination, sorrow and what he hoped was love and when you spoke your voice reflected that, ringing out loud and clear and cutting through all Katsuki’s fear and doubts. “You are many things Bakugou Katsuki, strong, loyal, caring of those closest to you but pathetic definitely isn’t one of them.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened slightly at the conviction in your voice, trapped in your gaze as you wiled him to believe you. With a huff Katsuki leant forward and rested his forehead against yours, let his eyes fall closed as he just breathed and let your words wash over him. Sighing softly, you stepped back in closer and wrapped your arms around his neck once more. The action caused Katsuki’s hand to slip backwards, his calloused fingers curling around the back of your skull and gently urging your head back down to rest against his chest. One of your own hands slid into the short spikes of his hair, delicate fingers petting gently at the blonde strands and causing all the tension to seep out of him, feeling safe and loved in your embrace.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he apologised, both arms wrapping around you tighter and keeping you pressed close against him. He was sorry, hadn’t meant to get so worked up that it had all come rushing out of him in an angry and violent wave of hate and fear. “And that I threatened your creepy neighbour,” he mumbled, adding the apology as an afterthought. He wasn’t necessarily sorry about that though. The guy fucking deserved it, implying that Katsuki would ever hurt you, but he was sorry for causing problems that you would probably get in trouble with your landlord for.

“No you’re not,” you mumbled but Katsuki could hear the amusement in your voice as well as feel the way your lips curled up into a small smile against his chest. “I promise to cut back on the couple’s stuff with Shoto.” The sudden promise had Katsuki tensing, knowing you well enough to realise that wouldn’t be it and sure enough not a second latter you were talking again, head turned out so your words weren’t muffled against him. “But I’m not going to stop seeing him. He is my friend Katsuki, just that and sometimes we will spend time together, just the two of us.” Katsuki grunted his acknowledgment. He wasn’t a monster; he didn’t want to control you. He wasn’t your father. It was enough to know that you would be willing to meet him halfway considering the shit he had done.

With a sigh you pushed away from him, stepping back this time until his hand’s rested on your waist and you were looking at one another again. You placed your hand on his chest, right over his heart and Katsuki had to wonder if you could feel it hammering away like a frantic drum beat as you pressed your other hand against his cheek. “I can’t stop people from talking but what I can do is deny it till I’m red in the face and promise you that never, ever will I want anybody other than you.” You sounded so sincere, so sure of your declaration that all Katsuki could do was mumble a quiet “ok,” too caught up in you to offer anything else. “I love you, you idiot.” You said it as if it was fact, no room for Katsuki to try and deny it. He struggled sometimes, to understand why you cared so much, especially when he was so fucking difficult, but it always set his heart racing to hear you say it. To know that you wanted him despite all his many flaws.

Katsuki leaned down slowly, giving you time to turn away from him but all you did was smile softly, your eyelids fluttering closed as he bush his lips against yours. He sighed into the kiss, his own eyes closing as your lips brushing gently against each other’s. It was a gentle kiss, no heat, no hunger, just a soft brush of lips as they breathed into the other. There was no urgency, no demand for more or desire to stake a claim. It was just them, the world around them slipping away as Katsuki’s entire world narrowed down to the women in his arms and the realisation that somehow something had gone right in his life for once.

When the need to breath became to much Katsuki pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours so he could still be close. Your thumb was absentmindedly brushing against his cheek, a small and content smile of your lips that Katsuki couldn’t help but return. This felt right, like now he had finally said what had been holding him back they could now move forward. Not that his fears and insecurities were gone. No, they were still there, lurking under the surface and waiting for the next time when it all became to much for Katsuki and he snapped, unable to squash down the fear that Todoroki Shoto was going to sweep in and steal you away from him and take you back to the life you were used to. The one you deserved but Katsuki couldn’t give you. Not yet any way but he would, eventually. Katsuki wouldn’t stop at anything to give you the life you deserved and he sure as hell wouldn’t let that half and half bastard steal you away before he even got the chance to prove himself.

Sighing Katsuki leant back in, claiming your lips once more in a lazy kiss. You hummed contentedly into the kiss, Katsuki swallowing the sound as you wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s neck and pulled him closer. Katsuki went willingly, stepping away from the door and right into your welcoming arms but it wasn’t enough, he needed to be closer. Katsuki wanted you pressed against him, wanted to surround himself with you until there was nothing left between you. He wanted the physical reminder that you were his, that the two of you were together. That you had chosen him over all those other extras that were vying for your attention.

Without breaking the kiss Katsuki slid his hands down your back, lightly skimming his fingers across your ass before slipping further down to curl around your thighs and urge you up into his arms. You didn’t break the kiss as you pushed up onto your toes, letting Katsuki take all your weight as he lifted you off the ground. Your arms around his neck tightened, legs wrapping around Katsuki’s waist and crossing your ankles behind his back, so your heels were pressing against the top of his ass and urging him that much closer. The two of you were pressed as close together as you could get, Katsuki able to feel every inch of you against him and yet it still wasn’t enough. He wants more. More of your touch, your kisses. More of everything. He wanted to be as close as they could be, skin against skin but that wouldn’t be possible. Not like this anyway.

Katsuki didn’t break the kiss as he stepped forward, tightening his hold on your thighs to make sure you didn’t slip. It wasn’t the first time he had carried you like this, Katsuki holding you up but normally it was against a wall or a door, the two of you gong at it had and fast and always desperate for the other. You liked how strong he was, liked that he could effortlessly pick you up and carry you around like your weight meant nothing to him and Katsuki made sure to take advantage of the often. You didn’t flinch as he made his way across the apartment, didn’t tighten your hold on him like you were afraid he would drop you. You trusted him and that just made his pathetic heart swell in his chest.

The walk through your apartment was slow though but easy enough and when they finally made it to the bedroom Katsuki gently laid you out on the black sheets, stepping back slightly to take you in. You were beautiful, so soft and inviting as you smiled up at him from where you had snuggled down into the soft comforter. Katsuki could watch you for hours. Had in fact done that the first time they had slept together, and you had fallen asleep in his bed with its shitty second-hand sheets and thin duvet. That had been back before he had known who you were and how out of his league you were. Back then you had just been a pretty woman who had been willing to let Katsuki work his frustration out on, and leave come morning. Now though you were so much more, the most important thing in his life and looking back he can’t believe how stupid he had been to think he would ever have been able to walk away from you.

Still smiling softly, you held your hand out towards him, beckoning him closer. Katsuki wasn’t one to decline an invite like that, crawling onto the bed and between your spread legs. He never took his eyes off you, watching intently as you reached up and curled your fingers into his hair once more and gently urged him down, tilting your head back so your lips met his as he sunk into your welcoming embrace.

You stayed like that for a while, trading lazy kisses and hands gently exploring over clothes. Eventually though it became to much and not enough all at once, your gently exploring hands suddenly working with intent as you slid them up over his chest and shoulder. Your hands slipped under his jacket dragging it down his arms until Katsuki had no choice but to lean back, yanking the thing off and throwing it behind him. He dove back down to reclaim your lips as soon as it was gone, moaning into it as your hands tugged up the back of his shirt and slipped underneath. They didn’t stay there long though, slipping out to curl around his shoulders instead.

It happened quickly. One minute Katsuki was on top looking down at you and then the next he was on his back, looking up at your triumphant smile. Huffing in amusement Katsuki pushed himself up onto his elbows, using his legs to nudge you forward until you were straddling his waist, your ass pressing back against his groin. You were a vision above him, Katsuki unable to tare his eyes away as you gripped the bottom of your top and slowly pulled it up over your head before throwing it in the same general direct Katsuki had chucked his jacket.

You were beautiful and Katsuki told you as much as he pushed himself up, whispering it against your neck as he pressed small and sloppy kisses up to your jaw. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you answered teasingly, cutting off Katsuki’s growl as you turned your head and reclaimed his lips with another kiss. It was a little harder this time but still slow and sensual, your tongue swiping across his lips and asking for entrance. Katsuki granted it without hesitation, hungry for everything you would give him. The moment he parted his lips your tongue pushed in, swiping against his and sucking gently. He let out a low moan, gripping your waist tighter with both hands and pulling you tighter against him, your chest pressing against his. He was getting hard, could feel it pressing against the zip of his jeans but unlike normal there was no rush, no urgency for relief. He was content to just carry on like this, taking his time with you and enjoying the simple feeling of you against him.

You didn’t seem to be though, your hands curling around the hem of his top and slowly dragging it up, your fingers finding every dip and curve as they went. The two of you broke apart long enough for you to tug it over his head before you were kissing again, the top discarded over the edge of the bed like everything else. Katsuki’s hands were back on your hips as soon as his arms were free of his top, his blunt nails digging in as he urged you back in close. You staid like that for a while, Katsuki’s hands moving from your hips to splay across your back as yours slipped into his hair, scratching at his scalp and eliciting a deep satisfied groan from him.

It was slow, languid, more about the closeness then then what this was leading up to. Katsuki was savouring every second of it, every press of tongue and glide of lips, every hitch of breath and quiet moan but eventually it had to come to an end, the need to breath too much to ignore. Reluctantly he pulled away from you, Katsuki, both of you breathing a little harder as you watched one another. Slowly he slid his hands up your back, fingers brushing against the ridges of your spine until he came to the clasp of your bra. With deft fingers he popped it open, large hands brushing it aside as he made his way up to your shoulders to push the straps down your arms. Neither of you looked away from the other as you slowly shrugged it off, discarding it like all the other items of clothing.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, his hands completely bypassing your now exposed breasts to instead curl around your forearms and pull you closer. His moan was muffled by your lips as he finally got to feel your naked skin against his. There was a slight pressure against stomach, your hands having snuck between the two of you. He went easily, falling back against the bed and taking you with him. Katsuki would have been happy to stay like that, trading lazy kisses as you rocked gently against his neglected erection, those little sparks of arousal enough to keep him satisfied and on edge but almost as soon as he was lead against the bed you were climbing off him, instead moving to lie next him on your side with your head propped up on your hand.

Katsuki scowled at you, already starting to roll over so he could push you back down and start kissing you again but the gentle brush of fingers against his abs had him stopping, looking down instead to watch as your fingers gently brushed against his muscles only to move further down. Katsuki gasped at the first feather light touch of your fingers to his denim clad dick, his hips jerking up as you flattened your hand against him and ground it down, adding more pressure as you rubbed against his hardness. It was enough to have him groaning, slumping back against the bed with a groan as he chassed that feeling but just as quickly as you started your hand was gone, leaving Katsuki aching for more now that he had gotten a taste of it.

Your teasing little laugh was enough to have him groaning, fling an arm over his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He didn’t want to rush this. The two of you were always chasing more and harder and a burning passion that consumed you like a raging fire. This slow and teasing approach was different, gently stocking the flames instead of dousing them in petrol. Katsuki had always scoffed at this sort of fucking, so sure that it would be boring and not enough to get him off, but this was more then he ever could have imagined, it left him feeling raw and exposed yet loved and wanted, two emotions he had always struggled with.

“Katsuki,” you mumbled against his parted lips, your lips brushing ever so slightly against his but before he could tilt his head and press them more firmly together you were gone, trailing gentle kisses down his jaw and neck. Groaning Katsuki tipped his head back, giving you more room as you slowly made your way down, teeth nipping collar bone and pecs as you went. It’s horribly frustrating, Katsuki’s muscles twitch and constricting with ever hot puff of breath against his him but he doesn’t try to speed things up. Doesn’t want to rush any part of this so he resigns himself to laying there, his stomach clenched as you run your tongue along the ridges of his abs, following them down to kiss along the skin just above his jeans. It’s a sweet kind of torture, one that he doesn’t mind enduring.

You don’t stop there though, using your knees to push Katsuki’s legs wide even as your mouth descends on his still covered erection. “Fuck,” Katsuki hissed, trying to roll his hips up against the slight friction your mouth provided. Katsuki gets about a second of relief before your pulling away from him, your teasing laugh enough to have him pushing up onto his elbows and scowling at you. That seemed to be what you were after though, smirking at Katsuki as you made eye contact only to press your mouth back to his denim glad prick, sealing your lips around the head and sucking gently.

Groaning he fell back onto the bed, a shaky hand coming up to run through his hair and tug at the strands and eyes squeeze shut. He stayed like that, even as your mouth disappeared once more, and you shifted between his legs. He didn’t even look as he felt your deft fingers popping open the button and tugging down the zipper, your fingers slipping into the waistband of his jeans and underwear so you could tug them down. Wordlessly Katsuki lifted his hips to help, his preoccupied mind only just remembering he still had his boots on just before there came a muttered curse from down by his feet.

“Stupid bloody things. Who even has this amount of laces. Just fucking come off already,” you muttered, your annoyance clear as you yanked and twisted until the things slipped free of Katsuki’s feet. He couldn’t help but let out a huff of amusement at the dull thumps that followed, Katsuki once more pushing up onto his elbows so he could look at the adorable scowl he knew you would be wearing. He wasn’t disappointed, your scowl closer to a pout as you glared up at him from between his legs. He stayed like that, watching as you finished getting his jeans and underwear off, shoving them behind you before pulling his socks off.

Katsuki had every intention of pulling you back onto the bed for another round of lazy kisses, eager to get your stupid leggings off so he could feel your naked body pressed against his, but you apparently already had plans for your mouth, and they didn’t involve Katsuki’s lips. Ducking forward you pressed your lips against his hips, sucking and nipping your way inwards. Your hands slid up the outside of his thighs, fingers pinching at the bottom of his ass and urging his hips up. It all happened in one go, Katsuki’s hips jerking forward at the sudden sting, your hand slipping underneath to cup his ass cheeks as your lips brushed against his sensitive head, your tongue quickly following behind. He couldn’t have stopped the surprised gasp if he had tried, the sudden shock of having something on his dick almost too much after being teased for so long.

Your hold on his ass relaxed, hands sliding round to splay over his hips and urge them back down onto the bed. Your mouth never left him, kissing up along his shaft and tongue swirling around the head before swallowing him down to the hilt in one solid movement. It was too much, Katsuki moaning loudly and trying to thrust forwards even though there was nowhere left for him to go.

Katsuki watched you with wide eyes, his breathing faster as he felt you swallow around him. You were a vision, lips stretched wide around his considerable girth and tears clinging to your lashes, watching him back and just waiting for him to do something. “Fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki shifted all his weight on to one arm, bringing the other round so he could sink his fingers into your hair and curl his hand around the back of your skull. He kept it there, not to control your movements but just for something tangible to hold onto, something to keep him grounded as you finally began to move.

Slowly you began to move up and down his shaft, alternating between licking and sucking, your tongue flicking at his leaking slit every time you pulled back up to the tip. Katsuki was breathing heavily now, straining against the hold you still had on his hips and letting out soft moans and groans that he would probably be embarrassed about come morning. Just like with everything else you were taking your time with this, taking him apart slowly and you worked him up into a frustrated and babbling mess. He could feel it though, building and building but it wasn’t enough, Katsuki just on the edge but never falling over. It was fucking perfect.

He didn’t know how long you carried on but soon enough you were stopping, pulling off him with a loud slurp and pop. Katsuki watched as you licked at your lips, your dark eyes hooded as you moaned appreciatively. That was it for him, something snapping and before Katsuki really knew what he was doing he was scrambling to pull you back up onto the bed and onto his lap. He barely waited until you were on him before he was pulling you down into a sloppy and desperate kiss, his tongue chasing his own taste as he invaded your mouth.

The time for slow seemed to have passed and all it took was one well timed roll to get you on your back under him, Katsuki grinding down against your cotton covered groin. He wasn’t as slow as you had been as he kissed his way down your neck and chest, making sure to sucker a nipple into his mouth as he went and biting down gently just to hear you gasp before moving on to do the same with the other one. His hands gripped at the waist of your leggings before he had even made it to your stomach, getting ahead of himself as he began to tug them down. Above him you laughed gently, your own hands coming down to help tug them down enough for you to be able to kick them off the rest of the way. Katsuki was between your legs before they even hit the floor, his mouth going straight to your cunt as soon as you were free of your last bit of clothing.

“Kats,” you practically screamed his name as Katsuki licked a long strip across your wet folds, both your hands sinking into his hair and tugging at the messy spikes. Katsuki let out his own groan as he lapped at you, his tongue dipping into your folds but not pushing any further. He shoved one arm under your leg, hoisting it onto his shoulder and spreading you open for him. His lips sealed around your clit, Katsuki sucking and licking at it whilst two of his fingers rubbed against your slick opening. The sound you made as he pushed his fingers in would echo in his head for years, your walls clenching down tightly on the digits as he pushed them in as deeply as he could. You were so warm and tight around him, sucking his fingers back in as he pulled them back out, rubbing teasingly around the outside before thrusting them back inside of you.

“Kat...Katsuki” you gasped, rolling your hips down onto his fingers and desperately trying to get more and who was he to deny you anything. Slowly he dragged his fingers back, teasingly rubbing them against your entrance again before pushing back in, sucking hard on your clit this time as he did so. The needy little whine you let out was worth it, Katsuki’s own grunt barely audible from where his mouth was pressed so tightly against you but from the way you shuddered and moaned you had felt it.

He set a slowly pace, fingers gliding in and out of you as he licked, sucked and nipped at your swollen clit. The noises you were making were like music. He could listen to you all day, moaning and gasping, stuttering out his name as you ground against his face. He could stay like this for hours, worshipping your body and proving his devotion to you from between your spread legs. It wasn’t long before two fingers became three and then four, Katsuki’s pace slow and deliberate as he worked you towards your peak.

Before he could push you over the edge though you started tugging insistently at his hair, pulling his mouth away from you. He let out a disappointed groan but didn’t fight it when you tugged him up your body, his fingers slipping free of your warm cunt and leaving a wet trail up your side. You arched up to meet him, sealing your lips over his and licking your own juices off his lips. It was dirt, filthy even and Katsuki loved it, kissing back just as enthusiastically. Neither of you stop until the need to breath became a necessity, both of you breaking away with a gasp, both of you panting and lips kissed red.

Katsuki was the one who went for the bedside table, leaning across to yank open the top draw and grab one of the foil packets he knew would be there. He reared up onto his knees as the ripped the thing open with his teeth, quickly rolling the condom down his aching length as letting the empty packet flutter down onto the sheets to de found latter. He was back on you within seconds, sealing his lips over yours in yet another demanding kiss. Braced himself on one arm by your head, Katsuki gently slipped his other hand down your thigh to grip at your knee, tugging your leg up to curl around his side. Forcing himself away from your lips Katsuki rested his forehead against yours and gently shuffled forward, his hand guiding the head of his dick to your entrance so he could push into you. He watched as your mouth fell open of a breathy little gasp, your eyes flutter closed and nails digging into his biceps from where you had curled your hands around them

Once he was fully inside you, he stopped, breathing heavily and waiting for your signal to move. After a few torturously long seconds your eyes opened finding his red ones and shinning with a mix of emotions Katsuki was too scared to even try and name. Instead, he leant down, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. As soon as your grip on his arms loosened Katsuki began to thrust, his pace just as slow as your kisses. He stayed close to you, his chest pressed against yours and legs intertwined. There was nothing fast and hard about it, his hips rocking gently in and out of you. It was intimate, Katsuki would even go as far as to call it making love. Just the two of you, so close that all they could feel was the other, all they could see was each other, breathing in the others air and lips meeting in gentle and love filles kisses.

Reluctantly he pulled away from you, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. He dragged his nose along your cheek, his mouth following close behind as he pressed light kisses against your cheek until he reached your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping gently at it. “I love you,” he whispered against your ear, “love you so fucking much it hurts.” You clenched around him at his declaration, so tightly that it was almost like you were trying to keep him inside of you. “Love you to Katsuki, more than anything.” Katsuki’s heart felt like it was going to explode, something inside his chest untangling and leaving him feeling a thousand times lighter than he had coming here.

Grunting, Katsuki started to move a little faster, a little harder, delighting in the little hitch of breath as your arms tightened around him. It didn’t take long before he could feel his orgasm getting closer, the coil in his stomach tightening again as your insides fluttered around him. Panting he let his head rest against your shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut as he gave himself over to his pleasure. This wasn’t the ideal position, being pressed so close to you but he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to stop touching your because if he did this might all disappear and he would find himself stood back in your hallway, the two of you screaming at each other more.

His fingers tightened on your leg, nails digging in enough that he would leave little half-moon indents. They wouldn’t be there long, but it would still be proof that this was real, that you had accepted him, faults and all and welcomed him into your arms. Not that he deserved, because he didn’t. How could he after everything he had done but he sure as hell wasn’t going to stay that way. Katsuki was going to work hard and prove himself, to you, to all those stupid extras. He was going to be worth something, was going to be able to stand next to you for the word to see without feeling like he didn’t belong.

Katsuki didn’t even realise he had been crying until gentle hands curled around his chin, lifting his head so you could see him. Your thumbs brushed away his tears that silently rolled down his cheeks, smiling softly up at him like he was your world. “I love you Katsuki,” you said again, holding his gaze and making sure he understood you, “just the way you are.” That was it for Katsuki, whatever little hold he had on his fraying emotions slipping through his fingers.

With a choaked off sob Katsuki pressed his lips against yours, trying to convey with that one kiss everything he couldn’t put into words. How grateful he was to have you in his life. How much he loved you and needed you. His hopes for the future and his hunger for this moment right now. He needed you to know that you were part of his everything and that without you it would all come crashing down around him because he hadn’t realised how much he had needed you until he thought he was going to lose you.

You moaned so sweetly into the kiss, one hand sliding into his hair again as the other splayed across his back between his shoulder blades. Katsuki’s pace sped up, thrusting into you as hard and fast as he could in the position you were in. The hand that had been holding your leg slipped between the two of you, deft fingers rubbing against your clit in an attempt to push you over the edge first. You broke of the kiss with a gasp, head tipping back and leaving you neck bare for him to feast on.

Growling he kissed along the exposed column, teeth nipping at you only to sooth over the red spots with his tongue. “Come on sweetheart,” he mumbled against your neck, “wonna feel you, hear you.” Katsuki sped his fingers up, pressing down harder in his need to feel you coming undone around him. It didn’t take long, your walls clenched around him tightly as your back bowed. He lifted his head just intime to see your mouth open on a silent scream, eyes screwed shut and your whole body tensing as you came. Your nails dug into his back, your hold on his hair tightening as you pulled him in closer. It only took a few more thrusts after that, Katsuki finding his own release as he stole yet another kiss to muffle his own cry of pleasure.

The come down is just as slow as their lovemaking, Katsuki resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and your hot breath mixing as your hearts raced. He could feel himself softening inside you, the sensation of the cum filled condom becoming uncomfortable and despite how much he wanted stay there he knew he had to move. With a groan he reluctantly rolled off you, collapsing back onto the bed. He quickly yanked the condom off, trying the end and dumbing it on the bedside table to get rid of it latter.

Normally, afterwards Katsuki would pull you into his side, curling his arm around your waist and burring his face in your hair as you used his pec as a pillow. Not tonight though, Katsuki the one to curl into your side, his head resting on your shoulder, one arm draped over your stomach and your legs entwined. You didn’t ask why the change, sighing softly as you turned into him slight, draping one arm over his stomach and curling the other behind him so you could gently strike your fingers through his hair. It was soothing, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest and the gentle brush of your fingers through his hair. It didn’t take long for his eyes to start dropping, the whirlwind of emotions from the last couple of hours taking its toll on him. He felt exhausted both physically and emotionally and he was ready to just sleep for a day or two, maybe a week if he could stay in your arms. He was almost completely out when you spoke next, your voice nothing more than a whisper.

“I’m sorry about all this stuff with Shoto. I know it upsets you when they start saying stuff about us.” Katsuki grunted at your words; his eyes still firmly closed but letting you know he was listening. He felt on edge again, already stealing himself for another fight at the mention of the other man. “But you know its not true, right Kats?” He felt you move, most likely pulling your head back so you could look at him properly and expecting him to look back at you, but Katsuki didn’t move, didn’t do anything. The silence was probably more telling then he wanted it to be. Sighing you went back to stroking his hair, moving your head back so your lips were pressed against his forehead. “Shoto’s my best friend, more like a brother then anything else and that all he’s ever going to be. We’ve been through a lot together and maybe that’s made us a little overly familiar with one another but that’s not because we have any kind of romantic feelings for each other. He’s family, the only one I had for a while and I,” you paused audibly swallowing and Katsuki knew he wasn’t going to like what you said next. “I love him Kats.”

Katsuki took a deep shuddering breath at your whispered confession, his eyes screwed shut so tightly he was seeing spots in the darkness. “I know,” he said quietly, like he was admitting to some kind of crime. He did know that, knew that the both of you had gone through hell when you were kids and had found solace with the only person who had been able to understand. He knew you loved the other man, had seen it first hand when you had stood by his side when all that bullshit with his family had been made public. And yet that didn’t stop the sharp sting of jealousy that shot through him at your words or the feeling of doubt and paranoia that he was going to lose you to the other man in the end.

“I know that this was all an accident, that what we have wasn’t supposed to happen,” Katsuki wanted to run, wanted to jump out the fucking window and fly away because this was all sound like some sort of long explanation of why it wouldn’t work between the two of you. He had known he had gone to far this time, had known the moment you had started cry but he had been stupid enough to hope for some glimmer of hope in the bleak reality that was his life. If you were going to end it then he wanted you just to say it outright, none of this pussy footing around and throwing him a pity fuck like it would make this all easier somehow by getting his dick wet. He was just about to say that to you when you spoke next and Katsuki’s words got stuck in his throat, his eyes snapping open wide and full of surprise. “But I’m so glad it did Katsuki because for the first time in a long time I actually feel like I’m alive, that I’m my own person. I’m actually happy and that’s all because I have you in my life now.” He didn’t know what to say, just staring unseeingly down your still naked body as his heart raced and his mind tried to process what you had said.

He had never made anyone happy before in his life. Not his parents or his teachers and definitely not any of his so-called friends who had only flowed him around because he was the biggest meanest kind at school. He had terrified Deku, had been the reason the other man had needed therapy and maybe sure, once upon a time when they had been brats, he had been able to make the other smile but that was so far in the past that it could hardly count. No all Katsuki had ever done was hurt and disappoint people yet here you were, telling him that despite everything he had done and said, despite the tears he had made you cry and the heartache he had caused he had still made you happy. That couldn’t be possible. Surely, he had broken to much to still be considered a good thing in your life.

You gently took hold of his chin, tipping his head back so he was looking up at you. You were smiling softly down at him, your eyes practically sparkling, and Katsuki was trapped, unable to look away. “I love you Bakugou Katsuki and I plan on doing so for a very long time. That is, if you’ll have me?” You tried to keep your voice even, but Katsuki could pick out the uncertainty at the end as your smile fell slightly. He could see it in your eyes as well, like you thought he was going to up and leave you. As if he could ever do that. “For as long as you’ll let me.” You smile cam back full force at his gruff words, already swopping down for a kiss before he had even had a chance to breath. Katsuki grunted as you collided with him, saying how much you loved him again and again between kisses. At some point the two of you ended up on your sides, face to face and a mess of smiles and mumbled I love you’s as the frantic kisses dissolved into gently and languid brushes of your lips that seemed to go on forever.

It had been a long day, one filled with every spectrum of human emotion that Katsuki could think of, and it had left him feeling strung out and a little tender yet right now Katsuki felt more at piece than he had in months. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew that his issues weren’t fixed and that there would still be some hostility toward the man he perceived as a threat to his happiness. There would probably be more arguments in the future, your stubbornness and his short fuse almost guaranteeing it but after today he was confident that the two of you would be able to work through it. It wasn’t going to be easy but nothing in his life had been, the only difference was that he finally found something worth the work because you were worth it, and Katsuki didn’t plan on letting you go. Not now. Not ever. And definitely not to the half ‘n’ half bastard, Todoroki Shoto.

A/N: Sooooooo, I'm kind of starting in the middle of things here because honestly I'm so lazy and didn't want to write yet another big old world building piece that consumed my entire life for however long I was working on it. But if your interested here are some things you might want to know about the world this is set in.

First thing, no quirks. Katsuki was a smart kid with a hole host of expectations on his shoulders and treated like the genius he was whilst also being told he wasn't good enough and pushing him to do better. Long story short he gets kicked out of his amazing school for skipping classes and starting fights and after a rather explosive argument with his parents Katsuki goes and gets drunk and ends up getting in yet another fight but this time someone ends up in hospital. He goes to jail, loosing any prospects and when he gets out 4 years latter his parents wont take him back and no one will higher him because of his criminal history. He ends up getting a job at some shady bar and his probation officer (Kiri) finds him a cheap apartment in an equally shady part of the city. after a couple of months he manages to get a second job working as a personal trainer at a high end gym but that's only because Eijiro managers to convince a friend to give the blonde a chance.

Enter reader-chan.

Katsuki's been working at the bar for just over six months when late one night a women comes in who is clearly not from around these parts. your cars broken down and you ask to use the bars phone to call a ride not a tow, stating loudly that you had left the keys in the ignition of your expensive car and didn't care what happened to it. Katsuki keeps the lest savoury kind away from you whilst you wait for your ride and despite his best efforts he ends up chatting with you for a bit. When you're gone he thinks he will never see you again but a week latter your back, dressed more like the people in the bar but so very obvious worth more money then they are.

It becomes a thing and then one thing leads to another and the two of you have a one night stand, except it doesn't stay that way. It's when your already a thing that Katsuki finds out how rich you actually are and more importantly who you are. There's a lot of arguments, Katsuki accusing you of just looking for a bit of fun in the scum of the city because that's what rich bitches like you do whilst you try to make him understand that he actually meant something to you. Eventually you decide to give it a go, planning on keeping it a secret too avoid any unnecessary attention and things are actually going pretty well. There's just one problem and that Todoroki Shoto and the weird ass relationship the two of you have. A relationship so close that half the country already think your dating and the other half thinking that its going to happen eventually. All Katsuki knows is that he's going to kill that half 'n' half bastard if he see's one more thing about how good the two of you would be together.

[niki-phoria]

Sorry. I was talking about the birthday request for jay.

- 🕊️ anon

happy birthday jay <33

pairing: jay x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 910

includes: the rest of enha, probably inaccurate description of the seoul airport lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm so sorry this took so long, i wanted to post it on jay's birthday and i didn't really have any ideas :// but i hope you like it :))

summary: surprising jay for his birthday

requests open !! read my rules first

you sigh in relief as the plane finally lands, attempting to stretch out your legs as much as possible in the confined space of your seat. you pull your phone out and power it on, watching as the screen fills with messages from a variety of people and the notifications you missed during the hours-long flight.

spending the extra money to sit near the front of the plane is all made worth it when you’re one of the first people to leave. you reach into the overhead bin, quickly grabbing your suitcase and swinging your backpack over your shoulder before following the line out of the plane and into the seoul incheon airport.

once finally outside in the afternoon air, you pull your phone out of your pocket and click through your contacts until you find jake’s name. he answers the call almost immediately; the excited glint in his voice is nearly impossible to miss. 

“are you here?”

“yeah,” you say. “i’m outside of gate seven.” 

“we’ll be right there. i’ll see you soon, y/n.”

“thanks jake.” 

you wait for jake on a nearby bench, watching as people come and go from the airport around you. it’s a nice day outside - a small breeze blows by every now and then and sunlight warms your skin. 

it isn’t long before a black van pulls up to the edge of the curb and jake opens the door from the backseat. he waves you over with a bright smile. you’re quick to rush over, greeting him with a short hug. “it’s so good to see you.” 

“you too. how was your flight?” 

“long,” you sigh. “how has jay been?” 

“he was pouting earlier because you hadn’t called to wish him happy birthday,” he chuckles. the sight brings a small smile to your own face. “i think he’s still live right now. the others are waiting for him at the dorm.” 

“i can’t wait to see him,” you murmur. jake smiles, reaching over to comfortingly pat your knee. 

“don’t worry. we’ll be there soon.” 

“y/n!” sunoo is the first to greet you with a quick hug as you enter the dorms behind jake. a small cake is set out on the dining table and a few streamers are set out in preparation of jay’s return. 

“he’s on his way home now,” heeseung tells you. 

“thank you for helping me with this,” you whisper. 

he nods, pulling you into a quick hug. “of course.” 

jungwon steps back so you’re standing in the middle of the room as the door unlocks. jay smiles as he opens the door and is immediately greeted with various “happy birthday!” cheers before he freezes. you chuckle as he gasps before rushing over to wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him even closer to you. 

“you’re here,” he whispers against your neck. 

you gently pat his back, relishing in the feeling of being able to hold him once again. “i’m here.” 

jay pulls back after a while to pull you into a kiss. the cheers from the other boys quickly turn into whines and joking complaints, though you both ignore them in favor of pressing another peck against his lips. “hey! there are kids here!” jake says, forcefully pushing a hand over niki’s eyes.

“hyung,” niki whines. 

you chuckle at their teasing as jay leans down to press a kiss against your temple when you finally pull away. he smiles brightly at you as his arm wraps around your waist. you turn your attention back to the party as sunghoon steps forwards, holding the cake out. “happy birthday, hyung.” 

“thank you guys,” jay smiles. his arm drops from around your waist to grab your hand, gently squeezing it as you join the other boys around the dining table to celebrate the love of your life.

you can just barely see jay’s reflection in the mirror in front of you before his arms snake around your waist. you stifle a small chuckle when he leans down to rest his forehead against your shoulders before returning your attention to your skincare. jay lets out a small, content sigh from behind you before leaning down to press a small kiss against the exposed skin of your neck. 

“i love you,” he mumbles. 

you smile, twisting in his hold to face him. jay looks at you with affection through his tired eyes, a faint smile ghosting against his lips as you lean forwards to pull him into a sweet kiss. “i love you too.” 

jay’s smile grows as he reaches over to turn the bathroom light off before leading you over to your shared bed. a content sigh escapes him when you gently coax him over to lay against your chest and begin carding your fingers through his hair. 

an old drama rerun plays on the tv in front of you, though neither of you are paying attention. jay’s eyes flutter closed as you twist the strands of his hair between your fingers. his grip around your waist loosens slightly as he reaches over to grab one of your hands, intertwining your fingers together and playing with your hand. 

you smile, leaning over to switch the light from your lamp off and lowering the volume to make jay more comfortable. “happy birthday darling,” you whisper. jay’s response comes in the form of a small peck against the back of your knuckles. 

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: had the little idea for the first half of this one late in the day sunday and couldn’t resist, even though it’s post-andrei’s birthday. BUT it’s @smileysvech ‘s birthday today so it functions as a little present for her and is the reason reader’s birthday is two days after andrei’s in the fic 🥰 HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🥳 also this is my sixth fic in two weeks so i think i might take a beat to work on the next batch, but we’ll see - either way, there’s over 30k of svech fics for you to enjoy on my page 😂

word count: 1.8k

tw: birthday smut and extremely google-translated russian

summary: yours and andrei’s birthdays are two days apart and you celebrate

“Happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you,

happy birthday, Mister Svechnikov,

happy birthday to you,”

you giggle, ruining the sultry, faux-Marilyn Monrone voice you had put on to sing to Andrei. You set the cake in front of him on the coffee table and watch as he closes his eyes to make a wish. He opens his eyes and blows out the candles, the light reflecting in his eyes briefly.

“What did you wish for?” You ask, obliging when he opens his arms for you to sit on his lap. You’re careful of his knee, the giant brace still makes you a little sad to look at, knowing it means he’s missing the fun part of hockey - the playoffs.

Andrei kisses the side of your neck, “can’t tell you. It won’t come true then.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s a good point,” you smile. “Birthday candle rules must be followed.”

His hand rests on your hip and you lean forward to grab two forks - since it’s just you and the cake is small, you’re not bothering with plates and knives. You spear a piece of cake onto your fork and Andrei darts his head forward to snag the bite. “Hey!” You exclaim, looking at your empty fork. “That was mine!”

He grins at you, “what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.” To demonstrate, he loads up his own fork and holds it to your lips, cake bumping against them until you open your mouth for the bite. You purposely moan a little, keeping the fork in between your lips. Andrei shakes his head at you.

“Little tease,” he pinches your side gently and you squeal. You wiggle in his lap and Andrei inhales sharply.

“Oh, I can tease with the best of them, Drei,” you murmur, looping your arms around his neck and biting gently on his earlobe. You can feel him, hot and hard, under your ass and you grin against his skin.

His arms tighten around your waist and you shift, dragging your ass over his erection. “Milaya,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, “it’s my birthday.”

“I know,” you shift on his lap so you’re straddling him. “That’s why I’m not wearing any panties under this dress,” you lean in and whisper in his ear.

Andrei groans, his erection like a steel rod against you thigh. The fork in his hand is gone, tossed onto the table somewhere, and he guides both hands under the hem of your dress, fingers finding your bare ass and squeezing. He kneads at your ass cheeks and you’re getting wetter by the second, sliding against the fabric of his basketball shorts.

“All for me?” He asks rhetorically, pulling you in and slipping one hand under your ass, his middle finger teasing at your clit.

“Mhm,” you hum, clenching around nothing. Feeling a little self-conscious, you carefully repeat the Russian phrase you’d learned for this moment, “Syad'te poudobneye i rasslab'tes', solnyshko.”

Andrei’s eyes fly up to yours and his smile widens. “Trust me, my love, I’m not going anywhere.” He chuckles a bit and kisses a line from your jaw down your neck. “It’s fucking hot when you speak Russian.”

You slip your hand under the waistband of his shorts and find him commando. “I can tell,” you smirk, wrapping your fingers around him and twisting your wrist a bit.

He groans, head dropping back against the couch. One hand grips your ass tighter and two fingers on the other hand find their way inside of you, curling gently, teasing. You clench around him and roll your hips, losing concentration a bit as you try to shove Andrei’s shorts down. “I…wait, this is about you,” you gasp, Andrei’s fingers filling you.

“Where else would I put my hand?” He replies cheekily.

“Be a good boy,” you admonish him gently, finally getting his waistband down so his cock can bounce free. You grin at him, stroking him with the fork pressure you know he likes. Andrei’s face goes slack and his mouth drops open a little. “Good boy,” you murmur when his fingers stop teasing you. They’re still stuffed inside of you, but you’re going to get up on your knees in a second and he’ll withdraw his hand.

Making sure his knee is still in a good position and you’re not going to jostle him too much, you lift up carefully and position him under you. “Happy birthday, Drei,” you murmur, sinking down on him, using his shoulders for leverage. His hands automatically find your waist, smearing your own arousal on your skin, and guiding you up and down. He kisses your neck and chest as you ride him, murmuring in Russian.

You clench around him, rolling your hips. Andrei trusts his hips up into yours and you worry about his knee, so you double your efforts, your thighs burning from the workout. His eyes are shut tightly and you feel his stomach muscles contract. “Hey, come for me,” you whisper, carding the fingers of one hand through his hair. “It’s your birthday, you get to go first.”

“No, no,” he groans, “together. It’s rude.”

His hand finds where you’re joined and he strums his fingers over your clit, fingers slipping with the combination of your desire. You moan, dropping your head to his shoulder and move faster, rolling your hips and reaching down to cup his balls. The combination of your hands and his sends both of you over the edge and you clench around him while he comes in you. You shiver from the aftershocks, draping over Andrei’s chest and shoulders while he holds you in place.

He softens and slips out of you, but you stay on his lap, the both of you a mess. You giggle and kiss his jaw. “I’m glad I brought the cake in before I sat on you,” you say, “now we don’t have to go anywhere for sustenance.”

“What if I’m still hungry?” Andrei asks, a glint in his eye.

“Well,” you tangle your fingers in the chain around his neck, “it’s your birthday, so you can eat whatever you want.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Andrei growls, carefully leaning you back on the couch and shifting so his head is in between your thighs.

You shriek-laugh, “your knee! Andrei, be careful!”

“I know what I’m doing, solnyshka,” he smirks up at you from between your legs. “I’m a professional.”

Because Andrei’s birthday this year fell on Whaler’s night, the team sends a care package that arrives on Monday. There’s a fresh new blue and green Whalers jersey that you promptly steal, a plush Pucky the whale, and a Canes flag that’s been signed by the fans wishing Andrei a speedy recovery. The note include mentions that it was a Twitter fan who organized the whole thing and Andrei’s extremely touched. He’s been so positive during the early days of his recovery and knowing that the fans are all behind him is only helping to keep his spirits up.

“Told you they love you,” you say, resting your chin on his shoulder while you read over all the names and messages on the flag.

He wipes the back of his hand under his nose and nods. “I just want to be good for them.”

“You are,” you kiss his cheek sweetly. “And you’ll be back better than ever.”

The next day is your birthday and Andrei starts it off right by eating you out before you’re even complete awake. You stroke his hair like he’s a pet and mumble, “I can’t believe I have to get out of bed now.”

Andrei kisses your stomach, resting his chin on your hipbone, “you’re only doing a half day, right?”

“Mhm,” you hum. “Still, you look fucking edible and I don’t want to put on pants.”

“I don’t want you to put pants on either,” Andrei laughs. His fingers tickle lightly against your inner thigh and you squirm. “But you’ll be back home before you know it.”

“You’re supposed to tell me to quit my job and that you’ll take care of my every whim,” you whine, breaking off into a laugh because you both know that he absolutely would take care of you if you asked. But you both also know that you’d go totally crazy if you just sat around doing nothing all day.

Andrei sticks his tongue out at you. “You’d be bored,” he says, patting your hip. “Better get up or you’ll be late.”

Despite your reluctance to get up, the morning goes by quickly - your coworkers bring you coffee and a breakfast pastry and they’ve decorated you office. Before you know it, it’s one and you’re driving back home with the windows down and Shania Twain blasting.

“Drei?” You call out kicking your sneakers off. “Where are you?”

“Kitchen!” He calls back and you find him standing at the kitchen island, frosting a cake.

All that registers is that he’s standing up and you frown, “aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

He looks up, smidge of frosting on his cheek, and waves the spatula at you. “I rested all morning and have been sitting most of the time. I needed to stand to finish frosting,” he explains.

It finally clicks that he’s making you a cake for your birthday and your heart melts. “Oh,” you smile softly, coming towards the island and casually pushing a stool under his ass so he’ll sit down. “You made me a birthday cake?”

“There’s even birthday coffee,” he grins, pointing at the Nespresso. Two thick mugs are sitting there, one with rainbow sprinkles on the top. You giggle, “I’m assuming that one’s mine?”

He nods, snagging your wrist in his hand so he can tug you in for a kiss. “Can’t do too much with the leg,” he mutters, “but coffee and a birthday cake I can do.” Andrei’s arms wrap around your waist and he squeezes you in a little hug.

You cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him again. “Birthday cake and coffee with my guy is the only way I want to spend my birthday, Drei,” you grin, wiping at the frosting on his cheek with your thumb.

He wants to finish decorating the cake, so you pull up another stool and tell him about your day while he shakes the sprinkles over the top and sticks a few candles into the frosting. Opening a bakery isn’t even close to being in Andrei’s future, but he’s so cute while he decorates and he’s clearly having fun.

You prop your chin in the palm of your hand and watch him, a small smile playing at your lips while you imagine a future where Andrei is decorating birthday cakes for your kids, where your kids are helping him and eating more frosting than they’re putting on the cake.

“What?” He looks up, catching you watching him. His eyebrows draw together and he swipes at his face. “More frosting?”

“No,” you say, “you’re perfect.”

[dullahandyke]

yippee yippee yippee yippee eimear con haul!!!!

Hi. It was my birthday recently and I'm bad to shop for so instead of gifts I got money to spend at Kaizokucon. So here's a haul. Under the cut bcos I couldnt fit it nicely in one picture and I wanna ramble

ok we're gonna take it one picture at a time ^_^ the ID in the alt text explains what everything is if u just wanna see what i got without the rambling sure to come with it. links in rambling r to the artists of the fan stuff where i can find em ^_^ only one of them is a direct link to the product tho bcos some ppls shops r down and some ppl dont have all their stuff online. lemons_arent_green youre a real one

Ok the flat stuff!!! black rock shooter poster bcos i already have a figure but i liek her... badass anime girl ily.... was so so sure i saw a reigen keychain but when i went to go get one there weren't any so i got this sticker sheet instead :3 SPEAKING OF KEYCHAINS!!! yippee yippee kaguya i love you youre my special little tiempsy. yue you are a gay anime boy with a cool design. tomoyo ive always felt a kinship with you and its because im a desperate dyke. monokuma is here ig 🙄 i put him on my carabiner and hes fun to stim with. i am not immune to the sdr2 fanboying. also full disclosure ive not watched naruto (its in the spreadsheet) i just thought funko pop sasuke keychain was really really funny. my son who stares into my soul. comparatively i dont have as much to say on the badges!! luka luka fever for real girlie ily. the bandori ones were blind bags and i got himari on my first try <3<3<3<3<3<3 sorry eve i kind of dont care. 🙁 the dr girlies i kinda picked at random based on who i've been vibing w lately.

THE POKEMON DIORAMA!!!! its soooo cool, staff were setting up the trade hall so i was in there all day friday and this shop was one of the first to set up their stands and i was literally staring at it all day... so fucking awesome. the rings n the necklace r from the same shop look at them... im fucking obsessed w the catgirl necklace. literally look at her. i dont thiiink shes supposed to be a specific character but she might be. oh well. cat girl ily. aaaand the arisa stand is actually a little clip for papers n stuff!! she was also a blind box but specifically for popipa so i was gonna b happy w whoever <3

MIIIIKUUUUUU MY PRINCESS MY EVERYTHING!!!!! she was calling to me she beckoned..... shes actually rlly big irl shes the biggest figure i have, replacing my kokoro one... shes the one where i audibly said 'it was my birthday i can buy things' bcos figures spencey... she wasnt too bad actually i just like bitching. 6 euro axel for scale

BOOKS 💥💥💥 i was reading nana a while back and i dropped it but i gotta pick it up again... rlly pretty and awesome... aaaand the summer hikaru died!!! kay if youre seeing this then know you posting abt it convinced me <3 i originally got it bcos i was on door duty in a quiet area and didnt wanna spend my time draining battery life on my phone but after i bought it i realised that that was literally a terrible idea so <3 we'll get around to them soon

FINALLLYYYYYY TSHIRTS!!! the top yellow one was my staff t-shirt, it has 'staff' on the back i was wearing it all weekend and yippee i love it.... emotional bond.... and if this is a safe space can i just say. if kaito was a woman? would. next up FAYE FUCKIN VALENTINEEEE!!! do u remember that post i made going thru all the sellers that were gonna b at the con that started like 'i hate shounen fans. name a woman'? well this is the seller i was talking about but all was forgiven in the name of FAYE ! GODDAMN ! VALENTINE ! ugh i love you girlie. and the last t-shirt was given out free to staff after the closing ceremony!! it was the tenth anniversary of kaizokucon so we got this awesomes design yay.... wore it to classes today hoping somebody would comment on it and nobody did 😌and in the middle i got CLOW CARRRDS BITCHES!!!!!! i saw them and immediately all thought left my fucking brain. i needed them. so important. the seller also recognised the axel in my fanny pack yippee!!!! a few people recognised him over the weekend actually and i was always like yes!! the him

anyway. yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! con con con con con :)

[dedicatednotobsessed]

Special Birthday Surprise [Ewan Mitchell x Fem!Reader]

Other HOTD stories [requests open]

A/N: Seeing mine and Ewan’s birthday is only seven days apart, I decided to post an early birthday one shot for Ewan. Hope y’all enjoy. 💚 (it’s a few days late- it was supposed to be posted on my birthday- I apologize. 😂)

Summary: Being Ewan’s longtime girlfriend, you have rarely spent a birthday without him. With filming of the second season of House of the Dragon beginning shortly before his birthday, it was believed you would not be able to spend it together….

“Oh, he is going to be so excited!”

You smiled hearing Phia gush over your birthday present for Ewan. “I know, he called me the other night saying he wished I was here,” You said giggling.

You came in on a flight last night, everyone being in on the surprise. You had called a local bakery ahead of time to make a special cake in the shape of a green dragon.

"Mama!" Your five-year-old daughter, Charlotte- or Lottie for short- whined a bit. "I want to see daddy." She pouted.

You giggled while picking up your daughter. You remembered when you first found out you were pregnant; Ewan was so excited to be a father. He had been there with you through your good times and your bad. A part of you was scared that he was not going to take the news well at all but he was beyond happy to become a father, even if you were so young at the time.

"Well, Phia is going to take us to set," You began while rubbing her back gently. "Then we're going to surprise daddy with a giant dragon cake."

Lottie pouted but nodded. The girl may have been a spitting image of you, but she was a daddy's girl through and through.

“Tom is distracting Ewan right now,” Phia spoke up as she helped you with your bags in the rental car. “He calls it operation surprise birthday party.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the name while you got Lottie in her booster seat. “I trust Tom being a good distraction.”

You gotten along well with all of Ewan’s costars, them especially loving Lottie. It did not matter if they were Team Black or Team Green, they absolutely loved the young girl.

“Well, let’s get Operation Surprise Birthday Party underway,” You said while getting in the passenger seat.

“Yeah!” Lottie squealed causing you and Phia to giggle.

“I believe Tom and Ewan are in the middle of filming so it shouldn’t be hard to sneak everything in,” Phia explained.

You rubbed Lottie’s back as Phia led you into the big green room. You smiled seeing the banners already up and balloons set in place.

“It looks like you guys have been busy,” You said while giggling.

“Well, Fabien was a good guard dog while we set it up,” Phia stated with a small smirk.

You laughed a bit once more. "So, they should be dropping the cake off around two," You stated while checking the time on your phone. "It should give us plenty of time to finish setting everything up."

Phia blew out a breath while nodding. "I know we still need to set up the gift table still and have a few decorations to hang up."

You looked around with a small smile. You knew he was going to love this little surprise, and even love the present that you had for him. He had never been one for presents, always enjoying the company you and your daughter brought him yet this present was a special one.

"Let's get going then!" You said while tying your hair back so it was out of your face.

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“He should be here in about five minutes," Olivia called while walking into the break room.

You nodded a bit, placing your hands on your hips. The green dragon cake turned out to be perfect- even better than you expected. The present table was completely filled from costars that were there to costars that sent their presents in. You even were able to bring presents from his family. You wanted to make this day extra special.

“I feel like Tom needs a raise for being the distraction,” You said with a small giggle. You looked around and smiled at everyone that could make it. “Thank you guys for your help. It really means a lot to me.”

“We are always happy to help,” Phia said with a wide smile bringing you into a hug.

You smiled returning her hug, laughing as Lottie hugged your legs. The House of the Dragon cast was like a second family and you were glad they were able to help you make Ewan’s birthday special.

“They’re coming!” Fabien called turning to you with a wide smile.

You looked over as the door opened, Tom and Ewan in their Aegon and Aemond get up respectively. A bright smile came on your lips when Ewan’s blue eyes connected with yours.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” Ewan asked, clearly shocked.

“Did you really think you could celebrate your birthday without your girlfriend and daughter?” You teased and laughed as he hugged you tight.

“Happy birthday, daddy!” Lottie exclaimed and squealed when he picked her up.

You smiled as you watched Ewan sit at the special throne you made for him. Although his character wanted to be king and couldn’t, this was the second best option being the birthday king. You took pictures of him with Lottie in his lap, the little girl just excited to be with her daddy again.

“That’s payback for the Viserys Funko,” Tom stated seeing Ewan open the present from him which was a Daemon Targaryen Funko.

Ewan chuckled a bit as he looked at it. “Well, Daemon is my favorite character so I’ll still cherish this,” He said with a wide smile.

You tilted your head and looked down at your hands with a soft smile. “There’s one more present,” You spoke up when he opened everything.

You bit your lip gently as you handed over a pink envelope before pulling out your phone to record his reaction. Ewan slowly opened it before furrowing his brows as he pulled out the pictures. You laughed a bit seeing the tears forming in his eyes.

“We’re going to have another kid?” He asked looking up at you.

You laughed and nodded with a small smile. It was the first pictures of your second baby. You were finding a good time to tell him and the perfect way was to tell him on his birthday. You smiled wide as he stood up and kissed you suddenly on the lips as everyone cheered around you.

You smiled lightly against his lips, placing a hand on his cheek. “Happy Birthday, Ewan,” You whispered kissing him once more before hugging him tight.

{tagged readers: @lxdyred }

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

Day two of Old man doctor yaoi summer 2024!! Plus, birthday special!!!!!

Prompt: Wedding

Word count: 675

Art form: fanfic

Song: Futile Divides - Sufjan Stevens

A/N: I recommend looking at the song, as it kinda sets the vibe, plus it's so Hilson coded it's insane, so like yeahhh- I also wrote this in the car so if it's shit I apologise. 😔

Quick thing, if anyone wants to post these on ao3, I'd be happy if you message me and give me credit to them- I want other people to see my work honestly, so if anyone wants to, drop me a DM <3

The crowd filtered to the side of the dance floor, all looking eagerly at the two men who made their way to the middle of the people. They looked each other, holding their hands together and soaking in the atmosphere.

"Is your leg okay? It's only two minutes, " Wilson asked, cocking his head slightly while his face softened.

"Yes, yes. I wouldn't miss this for the world, Wilson, " House explained.

Wilson smiled and placed his hands over Housed shoulders, crossing them at the back. House placed his hands on Wilsons waist, trying to lean on him a bit, Wilson let him.

Then the music started to play.

It was slow and sweet as they started to sway side to side. The crowd cheered, all smiling at the couple, some already taking videos and pictures.

"It's been a long, long time since I've memorized your face. "

Wilson placed his forehead to Houses, feeling sparks come off of the man as House smiled. Wilson let a tear roll down one of his cheeks, sniffing as he chuckled a laugh.

"It's been four hours now since I've wandered through your place. "

Chase wiped a few years from his cheeks, as thirteen stood next to him with an arm around his shoulders, crying too. Taught stood with his wife, holding her hand as he faught back tears of his own. Both Park and Masters stood together in their dorky dresses, looking in awe at the couple. Adams was with Foreman, Cameron stood next to them who was sobbing.

"And when I sleep on your couch, I feel very safe, " Wilson whispered, just so House could hear.

House stifled a laugh, pulling Wilson closer.

"And when you bring the blankets I cover up my face."  Wilson looked deeply into Houses eyes.

"I do love you. "

"I do love you. "

They continued to sway to the music, absorbing the crowds sobs and awh's. Wilson kept ahold of House, careful of his leg, and tightening his arms and bringing him ever so closer - if that possible. It was truly a beautiful scene. Wilson gently connected their lips, kissing House slowly, tenderly and chaste. House moved his hands up Wilsons sides and to his jaw, cradling Wilsons face. The crowd cheered at the action, some people crying even more at the domestic scene. Wilson pulled away.

"When you play guitar, I listen to the strings buzz, " Wilson muttered, grinning ear to ear.

House gulped nervously, giving Wilson a wonky smile as he blushed like a schoolgirl. Wilson chuckled, placing his head on Houses chest.

"The metal vibrates underneath your fingers. "

Wilson pulled himself together and looked at his blushing husband, and smiled brightly. House couldn't help himself, he let out a cheerful sob as several tears fall down his cheeks. Wilson took one of his hands and wiped them away with a soft look, appreciating the vulnerability of House.

"When you crotchet I feel mesmerised and proud. "

"We should've changed that line to write files, " House mumbled with a giggle.

"You're right, " Wilson replied.

"And I would say I love you, but saying it out loud, " House sung. "It's hard so I won't say it all. "

"Oh honey, " Wilson cooed, his eyes filling with tears again.

"I love you, " House blurted.

It was like a spotlight was on them, the crowd wasn't there. It was them and them only.

"Are you sure your leg is okay? "

"Yes. Please, stop worrying, it's our night tonight. "

"And I won't stay very long. "

Chase pulled out his phone, finally starting to film, but Rachel Taub had smartly filmed the whole thing - mainly Taubs idea as he shipped them even when he met Wilson after House. Thirteen had been taking photos with her camera, same with Cameron.

"But you are the life I needed all along, " they sang in unison, both crying.

"I think of you as my- "

"LOVER! " They both shouted with a chuckle.

The crowd fell in a fit of cheers and laughter at their joke.

"Although that sounds dumb,

And words are futile devices. "

[dearbantang]

in another life

pairing: reader x jungkook

genre : pure fucking angst

short story !

lowercase intended

warnings: idk really, unrequited love? if that truly is a warning.

a/n : this is my first Tumblr writing post ever ! I really love angst because self torture is the only comfort I seek LMAOOOOOO I kid ( maybe ) but anyway I hope you like it ?

it smells like rain outside . the steel poles of the balcony covered in droplets. the concrete floor has a clear sheen to it, and the air feels sharp in your lungs as you inhale. your tights, feel a tad itch on your upper thighs and your dress soft against your skin . the moon isn't yet full but still visible, and there's a dull thud of bass running through your chest from the music inside .

it's beautiful, you think. to be standing here experiencing the world at that given moment in time, and you can't help but wonder how another individual may be experiencing that exact moment . has something life changing happened to them ? are they surrounded by the ones they love or somewhere alone on a balcony in the middle of the city just like you ?a shared experience.

you hear the creak of the sliding down and turn your head to see a map of hair duck down to step outside . once in you instantly connect who that head of hair belongs to accompanied by piercings and a soft smile . long strides taken to where you stand , he places himself next to you , leaning against the railing, and he moves his eyes to the exact spot you're looking at .

" the moon really is beautiful in all of its phases " you can't help but smile at that because he was right , there was something about the incompleteness of how it looked tonight that felt so comforting to you , " why don't you come inside we're about to sing happy birthday to jin? " you didn't mean to step out mid party, but you felt that you needed some fresh air . everything felt a little too much at that moment, but now it feels a bit too much all over again, but that may be because the source of that overwhelming feeling has placed itself next to you.

you take this moment to turn to look at him , with his all black attire and messy hair . he looks so beautiful in the dim lighting and frosty air . he's erethral you think . absolutely stunning . god how you wished you thought about yourself a fraction of how you thought about him .

" you're beautiful, you know" you had to say it . you had to say this and whatever was to come next . you don't know if it was too much of the wine you drank or the feeling of being here but you had to tell him this .

" that wine really got to you , didn't it ? " he laughs lightly , a soft smile playing on his features , " you're beautiful too , you know ?" he responds and your heart falters at that , a small smile on your lips you place your hand against his cheek feeling the warmth or his skin meeting the palm of your hand .

" I wish I was enough for you , jungkook " his smile drops from his lips at that , tears bringing at your waterline.

" I don't understand I-"

" I imagine sometimes I am . I imagine sometimes you loved me the way I love you " a small tear falls and you let it. you need to say this .

" I know you know , jungkook . there is no way you don't but I also know how you hate having to let people down thats why you haven't brought it up but you can't keep doing this to me and I can't keep doing this to myself " you've tried to rehearse this in your bedroom countless times .

you've felt angry and heartbroken after understanding what you now understand. you've heard about loving someone who doesn't love you back . you've watched it in movies and read it between the pages of books . people you know have told you stories about it, but none of those examples could have prepared you for it .

" I hope you find someone to love one day , jungkook and that they love you just as much because I know you have so much love to give " you can feel your tears drip down you chin leaving a stain on your green satin material . he looks at you with such a pitiful look you feel that you might die.

" and you will find someone as well , I'm so sorry you wasted your love on me when it could have gone to someone who deserved it more than I ever will " just hearing him say that makes you want to succumb to the floor in sobs . you can feel the own shards of your broken heart puncture your lungs, making it hard to breathe a solid breath, but you try to steady yourself.

" you deserved the love I tried to give you , even if you didn't accept it the way I thought you would because jungkook ?"

" yes ?"

" I know that I will fall in love with you in every life time after this but I can't say the same for you. I hope that in at least one of those life times you'll love me back so that my soul could find peace in turmoil "

[yamahex]

Don’t Go

Summary: Jack misses Riah’s birthday

Pairing: Dad Jack x Mom reader

Content warning: Angst

A/N: Another dad Jack fic, a lil longer than my other ones. But a lil something to tug on the heart strings.

The day started off with a nice morning. You quietly crept into your daughters room trying to not make too much noise. You approached her bed and looked down at her sleeping soundly. 4 years ago today you gained one of the best things that ever happened to you. You smiled taking in her messy hair.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE BUG!!” You lightly jumped on her bed waking her up abruptly. “WAKE UP MY LITTLE BABY” you said while smothering her with kisses then pulled her into your chest.

“Mommy I’m not a baby! I’m a grown up now!!” She sassed against your chest. You snickered and pulled back to look at her. “Okay Miss grown up how about we make breakfast?” She instantly nodded her head and smiled.

You both got up and headed to the kitchen with Riah leading the way. She stopped to look at you and wait for directions.

You crouched to her level.

“Okay babe let’s get the mix out of the pantry and the eggs and the milk from the fridge.” She nodded and you ruffled her hair while standing up.

She walked over to the pantry and stood on her tippy toes to reach the box then set it on the counter. You grabbed the milk and eggs and walked back to her spot. You noticed she got her tiny step stool to be taller than the counter.

“Waffles or pancakes love?”

She thought to herself for a second. “Waffles!” You smiled and walked to get the waffle iron and mixing cups. After everything was measured out you let her put the ingredients in the bowl.

“Careful with the eggs, remember how I showed you.” She followed your directions and cracked them carefully. She was very smart for her age.

“Do you think daddy will be home in time for the party?” She turned to look at you and your smile started to drop at the thought of Jack. You quickly fixed it to not discourage her. “He promised so he’ll be here.”

Jack was still out of town on tour, he told you he was gonna come home yesterday but that ended up with him calling you in the middle of the night apologizing for not coming home that day.

“You better be here tomorrow Jack.” You said sternly. “I will be I promise.”

Back to present time you couldn’t shake the thought of Jack not coming back home today. You looked up at your daughter eating, lightly praising yourself for not getting her dressed yet cause she was a mess. “Alright babe let’s get you dressed for your party.” You both got up and headed to her room.

Both you and Riah dressed to the nines walked out to your car and left for the venue. Once you pulled up you saw your parents who flew down to celebrate like they did every year.

“There’s the birthday girl!” Riah ran up to her grandparents. “Hi Grandma!”

“Hi baby Happy birthday!” Your dad picked her up and began a little convo with her. Your mom walked up to and gave you a hug. “Hi sweetie.” She paused. “Have you heard from Jack yet?”

You shook you head in disappointment.

“Well let’s give it some time, maybe he’ll show.” You sighed and nodded as the rest of the guests arrived.

You were constantly checking your phone throughout the party to see if Jack texted when you noticed he posted on Instagram.

The anger rose in you after seeing he was still in out and about with his friends in the city. You looked up to see your daughter happy, playing with her friends, you swallowed the anger and shut your phone off.

“Alright Riah time for presents!” All the kids ran up to the gift table and sat surrounding Riah. She went through each of her presents and thanked everyone just like you taught her.

“Hold on babe one more.” You handed her a little box. She carefully took the top off and revealed and gold name plate necklace with her birthstone. Her eyes sparkled as she ran her fingers across the plate. She looked up at you with a huge smile.

“Thank you mommy!” She ran up to hug you and ran your hand over her hair.

“Here let me put it on you.” She turned around and you placed the necklace against her, then fastened the buckle.

After the party you and your mom finished cleaning the venue and your dad walked up holding the sleeping girl in his arms.

“Do you think she had a good time?” You turned to your mom. “Of course. Did you see her smile?” Your dad handed her to you carefully. “Don’t worry about Jack not being here. I think she had a good birthday regardless.” You nodded and held back your tears.

“Alright we’ll help you load the presents into the car and then we’re off to the hotel.” You went to place Riah in the car, trying not to wake her up and your parents finished putting everything in the trunk.

“Thank you.” You hugged them tightly.

“We love you, call us if you need anything. We fly back tomorrow, so if you want to come home with us let us know.” You nodded then got into your car and drove home.

On the way you couldn’t help but shed a few tears. How could he not show up to his own daughters party?

You pulled up into your driveway and took everything out before getting Riah. She yawned as she woke up.

“Alright love let’s get you in and dressed for bed.” You picked her up and her head instantly laid against your shoulder.

She stood there sleepily as you put her pajamas on then tucked her into bed before kissing her head.

You walked into your bathroom and took your makeup off then changed into some sweats. You were up till about midnight when you heard the door unlock. You could hear Riah’s door open for a quick sec then close. Jack walked into the bedroom and looked at you nervously.

Your eyes met his after looking up from your phone.

“Babe I’m so sorry.” He walked up to you and sat on the bed.

You were silent.

“Come on ma, talk to me.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say Jack. You missed our daughters birthday. You didn’t even call to say hi to her today!” He looked down.

“I know I’m sorry, I was caught up.”

You scoffed then got up off the bed.

“Okay Jack everything’s forgiven cause you were caught up.” He stood up and faced you.

“What do you want me to do? I’m doing this for us! So you and Riah can have this life!” He raised his voice.

“What do I want you to do?! I want you to be here for these moments Jackman! God are you seriously trying to make it seem like I’m not grateful?”

“Well that’s how your acting. You wouldn’t be anything if it wasn’t for me!” You stood there shocked and tears filled your eyes. His face softened with regret.

You nodded your head then went to the closet and grabbed a bag to fill with clothes.

“Babe I-“ you brushed past him and grabbed your charger.

“Y/N I’m sorry you know I didn’t mean it.”

“No Jack you said it, so you meant it.”

You walked out and into Riah’s room to get her. You grabbed one of her book bags and filled it with some of her clothes. Your hands reached to slowly wake her.

“Mommy?” She said sleepily.

“Come on babe we’re gonna go have a sleepover with grandma and grandpa.”

“Okay.” You picked her up and she went back to sleep in your arms. You grabbed your keys and reached the door when Jack stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go stay with my parents at their hotel then fly home with them in the morning.”

“Don’t leave. I love you.”

You were silent and he knew there was no stopping you.

“Text me when you get there?” He said disappointed. You nodded.

Even though you were extremely mad you would always make sure he knew you were safe. You closed the door leaving Jack standing there alone.

“Don’t go.”

[hanafubukki]

Family Time [All in Time Part 3]

Summary: Domestic moments among family: Your daughter loves to play her pranks, Lilia loves to scare you, and Malleus is forced to sleep. 

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge X (Female) Reader

All in Time Series: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (This one)

Notes 1:  Happy Birthday Lilia!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉💝💝💝💝 (Happy New Year Everyone! 🎉🎉🎉)

Notes 2: You have no idea how excited I was to post this all day, waiting for the time to turn to the new year before posting this. I have been giddy lolol  I had parts of this written for awhile, and then inspiration hit suddenly and finished this in time for Lilia’s birthday 🙌🙌 🎉🎉  This fic is dedicated to @coraldelusiondaze​ (hope you don't mind me tagging you), thank you. I got inspiration to write more of this AU because of you 🌸🌻💚 

Fan Art: Omg, someone drew me Fan Art and I am in tears 😭😭🥺🥺💝💝💝👏👏 Please, check it out! Family Time Art

MC = YN 

D/N = Daughter’s Name 

·      YN can hear giggling as she approached the living room. She could also hear the familiar bickering of her two dear friends.

·      “I don’t think that’s working Sebek.”

·      “I don’t see your idea working any better!”

·      YN opened the door and took in the scene.

·      D/N was sitting on the celling well away from Sebek and Silver.

·      Sebek was on a chair trying to grab D/N.

·      Silver standing next to him.

·      “I never expected the king’s guards to be defeated by a mere baby.”

·      “AH!” Down Sebek fell.

·      “I didn’t hear you come in YN.” Silver calmly stated while Sebek tried to collect himself.

·      “Lilia must be rubbing off on me then.” YN laughed and waved at her daughter, who waved back with a fanged grin.

·      “We’ve been trying to get her down from the ceiling. I have failed as a guard.” Sebek looked like he was about to run to Malleus and Lilia and ask them for forgiveness.

·      “Sebek, sweetie, you are fine.” YN patted him on the back. “Have you tried tomato juice?”

·      “Tomato juice?” Sebek looked at her as if she was from another world, well, he’s not wrong there.

·      Silver left and came back with a bottle filled will tomato juice.

·      “D/N, come to mommy! Look what I have.”

·      Silver and Sebek watched in amazement as D/N appeared in YN’s arms.

·      YN tapped on D/N’s cheeks, “Play nice with your brothers.”

·      D/N smiled, reaching for her bottle.

·      “Lilia, I don’t think this is a good idea!”

·      “Why not dear? I think it’s a great idea!”

·      YN was rethinking her life choices as Lilia cradled her in the middle of the sky.

·      “Says the freakishly tall bat!”

·      “But I’m your freakishly tall and handsome husband.”

·      YN had nothing to say to that but clutch tighter around Lilia’s shoulder. He laughed, while cuddling her in the air.

·      “Would I ever drop you?”

·      “Yes.” YN promptly said.

·      “I would never hurt my darling wife.” Lilia gave a fanged smile, “but I could scare her a bit.”

·      “I’ll get a divorce.”

·      “I would never let you.” Lilia bumped his forehead to hers. YN stuck out her tongue.    

·      “Won’t you sleep dear one? You must be tired from all that playing.” Malleus cradled D/N close. She patted his cheek with a sleepy grin.

·      “Are you telling me to sleep? The King of the Valley of Thorns?” Malleus laughed. “My, you are your mother’s daughter.” D/N simply cooed.

·      “That she is.” YN had been watching the scene from the doorway.

·      D/N was preciously cradled in Malleus’ arms. It was adorable seeing them so close, especially when you took in their size difference.

·      “She does have a point though Tsunotaro, you should sleep.” YN took in the fatigue he only showed to his family. It has been a tough week for him, dealing with his council and their refusal to change their ways.

·      Malleus smiled at her, “I still have much to be done.”

·      D/N did not seem to like that thought at all, and started squirming and patting his cheek firmly.

·      YN laughed gently, “My daughter disagrees, as do I.”

·      YN went behind Malleus and gently pushed him to his room, which was connected to his office.

·      “How about this? You two go to sleep right now, and I’ll keep you company while you work tomorrow. I’ll even make you your favorite ice cream and we could have a picnic.”

·      Malleus laughed, “With conditions such as those, how can I refuse?”

·      YN tucked D/N and Malleus in bed, making sure to give each of them a kiss on their forehead.

·      D/N snuggled closer to Malleus, as he smiled at your motherly actions towards them both.

·      You two were always close at NRC, and as time went on, you both became closer.

·      You were his best friend, and he even considered you, his sister.

·      Someone who he can rely on and truly be himself with.  

·      He was truly grateful for you, and the happiness you brought into his life.

·      YN sat on the edge of the bed, softly patting the banket to try to lull them to sleep.

·      “Would you like me to sing you a lullaby?”

·      “As long as it’s not one of Lilia’s, I would not mind.”

·      YN laughed, thinking of the reaction her husband would have, “I think any lullabies are better than Lilia’s screaming singing.”

·      YN started to sing a soft song, one she had always sang to her daughter.

·      And within moments, both of her precious ones were asleep.

·      YN leaned back as arms wrapped around her shoulders.

·      Warm, red eyes looked at her with affection.

·      Pulling her closer and kissing her forehead before turning to watch the children sleep.

·      “I take offense to that comment about my singing by the way.”

·      YN laughed.

·      Lilia and YN would guard the sleep of their beloved ones.  

I love Diasomnia family and their shenanigans. Yes, I am biased towards Malleus..can you tell? 😂😂😂 

Low Key, I imagined Lilia with giant bat wings as he flew with you in the sky, part because I think he would look cool like that and part because...you know he is a bat dad.

Now onto writing for a certain dragon boy for the 18th...once I can figure out what I want lolol 

[shotorozu]

hello!! i saw that your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could do single dad! atsumu suna and sakusa falling in love with reader, like it's sort of a meet cute (or not) but the reader falls for them and the kid and happiness lskfjsdfk have a great day!!

single dad! falling for reader

character(s) : miya atsumu, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi (haikyuu!!)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, timeskip au! (because,, single dads.)

headcanon type : fluff, crack and angst if you squint (x reader)

warning(s) : mentions of the character’s ex wives, the ex-wives being jerks for multiple different reasons and ways (so,, be warned. for negligence, not very detailed hitting, and cheating, but not on reader)

note(s) : me, writing for haikyuu?? wow, a surprise! also, it’s been a while since i’ve written for haikyuu so if i don’t get the characterization correctly— ESPECIALLY FOR SAKUSA, i’m sorry in advance.

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miya atsumu

at first, his marriage was happy. miya atsumu— successful in his 20s, basically set for life, and with a head strong wife that gave him a wonderful daughter

he was elated when his son, genji came into this world. he wouldn’t swap him out for anyone else. and it was all good, really

until he started spotting marks on genji’s delicate skin, and he even found a large bruise on his shoulder when he was changing his shirt! he almost passed away seeing that

genji would also have a sudden fear of being alone in the house— even when his mother would stay behind to take care of him

but why though? genji’s only 4! what could’ve happened to him? he doesn’t recall hiring any babysitters.

he finally found the answer one day, when he found out that his head strong, intense wife— has been physical with him!

basically, all the love for his wife flew out the window, and he filed for a divorce— and of course, he won custody

and he assumed that his love life would stop at that— and it didn’t sound terrible. all that mattered was that his son was safe, and happy again

but this is where you come in

you work at a toy store, a small business toy store really, that sold the highest of quality only

and atsumu took genji to either replace, or fix the toy he broke a few days back. the place was recommended to him by shoyo— who also had a kid of his own

you’re just two years younger than him, eyes full of determination and care, practically the complete opposite of his ex-wife.

you put up a good conversation with him, while you fixed the toy— the two of you talking about the mutual friends, and that ‘this place should be a lot more popular.’

and also, his son did happen to take a liking to you. he seemed joyous in your presence— compared to how he was with his ex-wife

and from that moment on, the two of you would only become closer— especially when a bunch of his son’s toys started breaking magically

before atsumu knew it, he harbored something for you— the absolute angel you were to the both of them

“‘m sorry for the inconvenience,” the faux blond scratches the back of his next “didn’t know genji here was a ‘lil clumsy weasel,”

you laugh, and genji’s just staring at you with amusement, “it’s fine, genji could break his entire toy box— and i’d still fix it anyway.”

so this was the nerve wracking part, “to make up for it, would you like some coffee later? i could treat ‘ya.”

“is this yer way of askin’ Y/N—”

“shut yer mouth for a sec— uhm,” he looks at you, sheepishly

you laugh, “miya, i wouldn’t mind honestly. but i’d assume you’re busy as it is.”

“not at all!” atsumu replies, “i’ll just, drop off genji first. say yer thanks to Y/N,” atsumu looks at genji, encouraging him to say his thanks

“,,thanks for fixing my toys, Y/N.”

“no problem, genji.” you smile at the two of them when they move to leave the store, fixed toys in hand— as they wave at you before parting

“oh, Y/N?” atsumu calls out,

“yeah?”

“call me atsumu— from now on.” his cheeks are tinted pink, and he can feel genji’s eyes on him.

“oh, uhm. yeah! i’ll see you later, atsumu.”

so yeah— the two of you went out for some coffee, and before he even knew it, he was in love.

it might take him a few months to realize it though

suna rintarou

i can’t imagine him having kids for some reason 💀 but if he were to have any, he’d definitely have a daughter

rintarou himself, didn’t think he would have kids at at all, really. but the moment he was able to meet asuka— his lovely little daughter

he was hooked. he seemed a little awkward at first, not very used to caring for a child. but he was actually decent at his job

he’d sneak into his daughter’s room to hold her when she was upset— even when his wife was too knocked out to realize it, and he’d show her picture books

since she liked them a lot, even when she can’t coherently read a straight paragraph yet.

it started to concern him when he realized how little his wife was involved in the development of their daughter.

she started acting different, a little bit after she didn’t have to breastfeed asuka

and then, that’s when it happened.

“i literally can’t believe you,” he speaks when he’s packing his things, “we have a child together.”

his soon to be ex wife is on the floor, begging him to stay— but he doesn’t care. “look, the idea of you cheating wasn’t very surprising. i don’t care anymore, really. but the fact that you’ve been neglecting asuka for your selfish needs is low. i hope you’re ashamed of yourself.”

his words are so much different that his lenient, calm self. which only solidifies reality

so he leaves with asuka, not caring about the sobs that left his soon to be ex wife’s mouth.

and even though he was still angry at his wife for not being there, he’d never let it show to asuka

he’d still show her picture books, he’d still sit down and watch miraculous ladybug with her— even when she doesn’t understand it all completely

and speaking of picture books— he decided that he needed to buy more for her

so he took her to the bookstore, and he didn’t really know what he was doing. he bought all those previous books when asuka was still a newborn

now it’s a little fuzzy on what he should be looking for. colors, right? he needs a picture book that has plenty of colors.

and that’s where you come in. you’re youthful, despite looking not that far off his age, you’re humming to yourself as you fix the bookshelves

“uhm,” he calls out for your help, and you look at him in recognition “need any help? what are you looking for?”

there’s a helpful glint in your eyes, and it reminded him of what should’ve been in his ex wife’s eyes. “my daughter, likes picture books. and,, i don’t know what i’m doing.”

she’s basically a replica of him, same eye color, and same hair color. but her eyes are much more rounded, youthful.

“cute kid,” you smile when she coos at you, “the children books are this way, follow me!” you exclaim, moving to navigate your way to the children’s book isle

so it seems to be that you really know what you’re doing. most people would’ve recommended picture books with a lot of words, or just no words at all

but you’ve found the books that made asuka exclaim in happiness.

and although it’s not very obvious that rintarou’s caring to his child— he is, and you could tell. despite looking lost, and sometimes bored when you’re explaining the books.

so every 2 weeks, the father would return with his daughter, after he got back from volleyball— and you’d help them pick out on certain books.

rintarou assumed he’d never take a liking in anyone again, but,, here he is. and he doesn’t know how you’ll react to that.

but it’s worth a try— he’d try and get your number when he’d see you again

the next time you see him, the middle blocker’s alone. and he tells you that he needs more picture books for asuka, since she’s staying over at his volleyball friend’s house for a day

“Y/N,”

“yes?” you turn your head, meeting his stare. he looks well,, himself. like how he first sought out for your help a few weeks back

“,, could i get your number? y’know, just in case asuka wanted worded books in the future. you’ve helped a lot, so,,”

you smile, “is this your way of hitting on me?”

he didn’t think it was that obvious, “what?— i mean,” he fumbles to reason out, feeling a bit more awkward. because yes, he’s asking you out but,, he has the power to make things more laxed, y’know?

truthfully, you don’t know much about him. you know a lot about his daughter, sure! but you don’t know anything about her biological mother, or what happened, or why she’s not taking asuka to the bookstore

but you chose not to ask, out of respect. he’d tell you some other day. “i’m just teasing,” you smile, moving to get a small piece of paper— writing your digits on the paper, and placing it in his pocket

“i’d like to see you again,” you smile, “say hi to asuka for me.”

the middle blocker left the store in content, absolutely sure that asuka would love to see you again even when she can’t form proper sentences.

sakusa kiyoomi

didn’t think he’d be fit to be a father— but here he is

though he seems cold, he does take responsibility, and he does love and care for his child, seina

it’s not like he’ll be posting pictures of his child everywhere— i mean, even if he had a different personality, he still wouldn’t be posting his kid everywhere

but he does cherish seina, like his life depended on it. he’d still silently watch her cross out word puzzles in a messy matter, he’d silently listen to her talk about her favorite pastries

he loves her!

so that’s why it made him mad, when even after 4 years of seina being born, her mother made little to no effort in spending time with her

doesn’t matter if it was a simple gesture like tucking her in, or showing up to a birthday— she just,, never did.

it was almost as if she was ignoring seina, which causes some distraught on the child’s behalf— which passed on the negative feeling to him

like,, seina wasn’t an unbearable kid. sure, she acted up here and there, that’s an issue kiyoomi has been trying to fix on his own

but it was nothing too concerning, and it was containable. but his wife treated her like she was absolutely unbearable

and it was super strange because, she’d act normal around him, but would barely acknowledge her own daughter’s existence

so what did kiyoomi do? he confronted her, of course.

and no— his wife wasn’t cheating, and nothing tragic happened that would’ve caused her to be this way

she was just,, lazy

“so.. you gave birth and stopped caring for her? is that it?” furious was an understatement, considering that his wife forgot to make her daughter breakfast

which caused her to sneak out of the house, and ask for some breakfast from some nice neighbors.

“look, if you want nothing to do with her, just say that. i’m taking seina, and leaving.” so yeah now he’s a single father.

to say he didn’t love her was too quick, a part of him didn’t love the fact that his wife loved him, but didn’t show any sign of affection towards her daughter.

he knew it was going to fade away anyway. his feelings for his unofficial ex wife.

and i don’t think he’d plan on seeing new people, since now these days— people just like the idea of being with him

which meant that most people would’ve been scared away, or turned off if they really sat down in a conversation with him

besides the point, kiyoomi was taking his daughter to the bakery again— as she was craving new pastries, and wanted to go to the new bakery that just opened near by

and kiyoomi was like “why not ig” and took her there— but then, this is where he’d meet you for the first time

you were one of the bakers, and it’s not like he was going to pay attention to you— until you did something even HE couldn’t do

“papa, whyyyy” the whining sounding painful in his ears, as his daughter clung to the display of pastries “can’t we get moreeee??”

“seina,” he sighs, “no, we can’t.”

“but—”

“papa, you’re no fair!” her bottom lip trembles, and he could almost FEEL the judgmental stares of the other customers in the bakery

and this is where you come in, “is something the matter?”

“papa won’t.. get me more!” she stares at the selection of pastries, “i’ve been so nice but.. it’s no fair!” her eyes tear up

“don’t cry,” you bend down to blot her tears away with a tissue, “y’know, he probably has a reason, but you’re in luck— actually!” you maneuver behind the counter

you come out from behind, presenting a fresh batch of pastries— that were just right to his daughter’s liking, to the point that it shut her up entirely

“they’re on the house, today’s our opening day, so it’s the bakery’s treat!”you state in a warming matter, grabbing a paper bag to place the pastries in

kiyoomi stares at you, observing you quietly— you could feel his cold stare, even though he’s wearing a medical face mask, that covers about half of his face

you blink, not knowing what is going through his head, and you gesture to his daughter to take them

you clearly don’t know who he is— and that gives kiyoomi some sort of relief, compared to the other customers that are murmuring to each other “sakusa kiyoomi’s here with his daughter! is this what he does in his free time?”

kiyoomi takes the paper bag, giving some sort of non verbal acknowledgement, before he takes his daughter’s hand and leaves

“bye, kind person!” seina calls out to you, which catches you off guard— this causes your coworkers to coo at the girl’s words

“didn’t know sakusa’s daughter was so cute!”

and you’d assume that your interactions with the quiet stranger and his daughter would end at that, but no! life is full of surprises.

the tall masked father comes in again, a little bit before closing time— you were absolutely beat, your back feeling as if boulders were glued to the back, and your feet burning from all of the rush

“oh, what could i do for you?”

he stays quiet, but a small presence sticks behind him, and peers up to you. the face is familiar to you, so you wave “hi there! it’s nice to see you again.”

“i wanna say thanks.” her rounded eyes practically shimmer when they lay themselves on the pastries again, but she shakes her head “for the pastries! they’re very tasty.”

“i’m glad you like them, what was your favorite part of the pastry?”

“the filling! twas yummy!” she gives a toothy grin, “tell me, where ‘dya learn to bake like that?”

kiyoomi stares at the scene unfolding before him. it was.. new. unfamiliar— he hasn’t seen his daughter act like this with anyone else— besides him and his team mates. so, he simply watched.

seina babbled and babbled, much to the your amusement— and the other staff members. you listened to her with your full attention, your interest never wavering in the slightest

it’s a bit later, kiyoomi holds a tired seina in his arms— you expect him to leave the bakery, his daughter’s wishes been fulfilled, and he wouldn’t have a reason to stick around

but then he presents to you a large stack of cash “for the pastries. my,, daughter really liked them.”

your eyes widen, “sir! i told you, the pastries were on the house!” you shake your head, “either way, i can’t take this! it’s too much for some pastries!”

“no, seina insists. in fact, she’s entirely why i’m here.” his tone stays consistent, but even with the mask— you could tell that he’s smiling. “she’s well,, everything. if she’s set on something, then she’ll do everything to achieve her goal.”

you smile at the statement, “thanks for bringing her here sir..?”

kiyoomi hesitates to tell you his name for a moment, an unfamiliar, yet familiar pound in his chest rises— he chooses to not figure it out right now, considering that it would be too soon to pursue a romantic relationship.

but, if his daughter brought him here, then it must be for a reason. “kiyoomi.”

“right,” you smile, “thanks for coming here, kiyoomi. you can give me a call, if seina wants any more pastries.” you write your number on a piece of paper, and hand it to him

he doesn’t reply, but he does take the piece of paper anyway— keeping it in his pocket

and for once, he thinks that he doesn’t hate having to go to the bakery weekly., because there’ll be a warm presence there to greet him— and of course, seina.

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[strawberrynamjoon]

farmer boy, i love you

– Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

– Genre: farming!au, lowkey e2l, smut, humor & tons of nagging

– Word count: 35k

– Summary: Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

– Warnings: includes smut, alcohol and mentions death of a father

– A/N: this is a rewritten edition of a fic i already posted before when i was still writing for got7 but i loved it too much to let it go <3

– Disclaimer: This is not proofread because I was too lazy, so you might find a few mistakes!

Walking the long but yet very pretty way towards the small village that, from today on, was supposed to be your new home you felt a bit indifferent. While you were convinced that it was time for you to start a new chapter of your life you still couldn’t help but feel anxious about taking such a big step.

Moving to the farm that belonged to your uncle seemed like such a great idea when he first offered the plan he had to you – the place held such special memories and as a child you always wanted nothing more than to live there, working on the farm, supporting your uncle and his son, your super annoying yet lovely cousin Jimin.

Now that the idea wasn’t an idea anymore but your reality you were scared and not so sure anymore that this was the right step, yet your second thoughts didn’t matter anymore, it was already too late for you.

The big city you grew up had nothing to offer you anymore – so now, you wanted, or better said needed a cut in your life.

There was nothing you used to love more than sneaking out with your cousin at night, secretly meeting up with your friends, going for a swim in the small lake right next to your house. You wouldn't trade those memories for nothing, cherishing each and every one of them. So, you concluded that this town was the best option you had.

It had been such a long time since you visited, you actually felt a bit nostalgic when you arrived in the center of the town. The residents liked to call the marketplace at the beginning of the town „the heart“ of the city.

Ever since your last visit many years ago nothing seemed different. Basically, it was a round and rather big circle, surrounded by a small café that has been there all your life, right next to it the library that was owned by the Jeon family, the parents of Jimin's closest friend, Jungkook. You couldn't help but smile as you remembered how you used to hide in the library, reading the same few books over and over again.

Opposite of the library was the old restaurant – every single rather important event was celebrated in that specific restaurant, no matter if it were birthdays, anniversaries, New Year's Eve or whatever other occasion there was.

It was so popular not only because of the delicious food they offered but also because it was literally the only restaurant around. Your uncle and your neighbors, the Kims, were providing them with the food they needed, so you usually always got food for free which lead to you and Jimin spending a lot of time at the restaurant, no matter how often your uncle insisted he could cook dinner for you – in hindsight you felt kind of bad for him because the two of you constantly turned down his meals.

And last, but certainly not least, there was the little pub that you never actually were allowed to spend time in since you used to be too young. The Mins, the owners of the place, were very strict about that. None of you and your friends were ever allowed to be inside the pub as long as you were minors – even their son Yoongi rarely ever saw it from the inside, probably because the adults didn’t want the children around after work was done.

As you stood in the middle of the marketplace you couldn't help but smile as the last sunrays of this warm late summer day were falling right onto the pub, making it look a bit more beautiful than it actually was. The paint on the outside was splintered and the sign that simply said ‘The Mins’ Pub’ was slowly falling apart – somehow all of this gave it a certain charm though.

The vibe of the village always made you feel comfortable. There were about 150 people living here if you had to guess and the next supermarket was a twenty-five minute drive away but the people seemed so happy, not worrying about a lot of things.

You decided that a short stop in the pub before you’d go home to your uncle’s house wouldn’t hurt anyone. After all, you were way too curious to finally see the magical place from inside.

As you carefully entered the door you felt cheerful – it looked exactly like you always imagined it to be. Most of the furniture was made out of old wood, the bar was long and it was the first thing one would notice as they came in since it was on the opposite wall of the entrance.

Your smile was wide when you spotted the one man you hoped to find standing behind the bar. Of course, Yoongi was the bartender by now, it was always his plan to work here, to him it seemed to be the coolest thing ever to be a bartender, especially in his own bar – and turns out, he was right, he looked extremely cool behind the bar, washing glasses while chatting with villagers.

For a second you studied him, he looked dangerously handsome. Certainly a lot taller than the last time you had interacted with him and his face seemed more mature, a defined jawline but the same round cheeks, his hair long and falling in his face, making him look almost evil for a seocnd. If it wasn’t for gummy smile you would have had to look twice to be sure it was the same Min Yoongi you spent so much time with as a child.

The expression on his face as he recognized you, the young lady from out of town, was priceless – his whole relaxed and cool facade vanished immediately as he stared at you with his eyes wide open, a questioning glance as he saw you. He was caught off guard, his slightly opened mouth giving him away.

“Just the man I hoped to find. Yoongi, you look good,” you playfully flirted as you walked towards the bar, “I’d like to have one beer please.”

Within seconds he was walking away from his place behind the bar to come and embrace you in a tight hug before mustering you, shortly studying your face to make sure you were really the person he thought you were.

“(Y/N), live and in color? I thought you forgot about us,” he joked, the surprise of you in his bar very pleasant to him.

A joyful laugh came out of your mouth as he walked back behind the bar, opening both, you and himself, a beer.

“You could’ve called, you know? No need to surprise me like this. My old heart can’t take those kinds of surprises anymore,” he sounded lighthearted, just like you remembered him.

Immediately you felt ten times lighter, clicking with people you haven’t seen in a long time was one of the purest and most magical feelings in existence and you were more than relieved to see that you and Yoongi were equally as excited to be reunited after such a long time. Not getting along with your old friends, especially him, was one of the many fears you had about moving here.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t assume Jimin actually kept quiet about me coming back,” you admitted.

“How long has it been since we saw each other?” he asked as he was leaning against the bar, his whole attention on his former best friend, still having an obviously hard time to believe that you were actually sitting in front of him right then and there.

Before you could give him an answer someone else started to answer for you from behind you and you immediately recognized his orotund voice, “Six long years,” your cousin said while he and another familiar face walked up to you.

Jimin pulled you into an even deeper hug than Yoongi did and you felt home within seconds. Jungkook was right beside him, of course, where else would he be than next to Jimin? The two of them still were inseparable and it was almost heartwarming to see how little has changed.

“How did you manage to not say anything?” Jungkook scoffed in shock before looking at you, “It’s good to see you again, (y/n). I can’t believe Jimin didn’t tell us.”

You were almost amazed to see how much he grew, his chin could easily rest on your head by now, something that you would’ve never thought could happen. Jungkook has always been the youngest and smallest kid back then and now he was the tallest in the room.

“I wasn’t sure if she’d actually come. Didn’t want to get your hopes up, Jungkook,” he teased his friend, still nagging about the crush he had on you when you were literally five years old.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at his comment before bringing his attention back to you and Yoongi, sitting down on the stool beside yours.

“So, how long are you going to stay?” Yoongi asked.

For the first time, you actually had to say the truth out loud, making it feel much more real.

“I’m not planning to leave again,” you sounded more confident than you expected, the nice encounter with your old friends almost making you feel like all of your previous worries were groundless.

There was a moment of silence, both of them not knowing what to say – it almost seemed like you broke them.

“You know, I never saw you speechless until now,” Jimin chuckled amused.

“You mean –”, Jungkook started to form a sentence but dropped it, not knowing how to continue.

“You’re moving here?” Yoongi asked, wrinkles on his forehead as his brows narrowed in confusion.

As you slowly nodded his concentrated expression vanished and changed into a grin. “You’re actually moving here,” he repeated breathlessly, more to himself than to you, slowly nodding to himself as if he had to progress the new information.

“Welcome home then, (y/n). I think this is a reason to celebrate,” he smiled while pouring shots into a few glasses in front of him.

Time went by fast and you had fun learning about what happened in the last six years. It didn’t sound like a lot has changed though, they were still as close and as fun to be around as you rememberd.

Every time you looked at them it hit you how fast time flew by, it felt like a just few months ago all of you were playing hide and seek in the middle of the night while your parents had no idea you sneaked out.

A few hours and way too many shots later, you and Jimin walked home, the night sky was breathtakingly clear and full of stars – a sight you simply would never see in your hometown, all the city lights drowing them out. You forgot how special it felt to walk under millions of stars.

No matter how much fun you had in the bar, walking home with Jimin was your favorite part of today, you definitely missed him the most.

He told you a bit about how Hoseok and Namjoon were thinking about taking over the old restaurant because the owners are getting too old to manage everything and about Jungkook and Seokjin being into the same girl, without knowing that Namjoon was already dating her in secret – it was nice that he filled you in with everything you missed, so you could start right where you left.

As you arrived at home your uncle was sitting in the rocking chair on the porch in front of the old farmhouse.

“Uncle Minwoo,“ you almost shouted out as you saw him, jogging over to where he was sitting. Minwoo always was your favorite uncle and you were his favorite niece, much to the dislike of your siblings.

“(Y/n),” he laughed as you hugged him, “you smell like you had a good time in the pub.”

“We actually have a small surprise for you,” Jimin seemed excited as he told you to follow him.

He lead you to the old little cottage that has been on the farm for as long as you were able to think – back in the days it was mainly used for storing tools and electronics that shouldn’t be exposed to the rain. Confusion coming over you, your uncle handed you a key and you opened the small cottage. Stepping inside, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Welcome home,“ your uncle chuckled as you observed the room in front of you. A small kitchen, a couch and a TV in the living room, a bed on the other side of the room. They painted the walls white and decorated a bit – it might have been something small but enough to touch you deeply.

You were sure you could stay here forever, it was cute and welcoming, like a real home. Not a thousand words could describe how much you appreciated them for putting in so much effort, just to make you feel comfortable.

As you thanked both, Jimin and your uncle, the three of you talked for a bit longer, the excitement taking over before your uncle advised you that it would be better to catch some sleep – work wouldn’t wait for you and you had to be thankful for any second of sleep you could get.

Waking up the next morning, you immediately regretted the alcohol you had the night before. Your phone said it was currently six in the morning and while being woken up by the sound of chicken and cows was way more relaxing than your usual alarm clock you still would have preferred to just sleep in.

Walking outside a few minutes later you inspected the farm – it was a giant property with two big houses on it. Half of the farm belonged to your uncle, he took care of the animals and artisan goods, the other half belonged to the Kims, in charge of the crop harvest

Starting the day with feeding the chickens and collecting eggs was one of the easier tasks you had to face today since it almost didn’t require any kind of skill. While you were picking up another egg you flinced as you heard someone scream at you from behind.

“Hey! Put the eggs back! Who in the world steals eggs these days?” the deep voice belonged to a man but before you could turn around to find out who was screaming at you, he held your wrists behind your back, not giving you any space to move.

Your attempt to free yourself was almost embarrassing, it was clear that you had no chance against whoever decided to disturb you.

Turning your head around to scream at the stranger you muted as soon you met his eyes – the words you wanted to scream wouldn’t come out as you looked into the familiar face of his, your brain working hard as you realized who he was.

His thick eyebrows were furrowed, his dark eyes were piercing you, filled with a mixture of anger and annoyance – he was still staring at you and waiting for an explanation.

“Kim–“ your voice died and you fastly cleared your throat, “Kim Taehyung?”

His annoyed expression changed into a confused one as you called him by his name. You couldn’t believe he was accusing you of stealing eggs.

“Let go of me!” you demanded but Taehyung wasn’t planning to listen to you, not trusting you.

“Who are you?”, he asked harshly, “You’re not from here. How do you know my name?”

The grip on your wrists became tighter and actually started to hurt a bit.

“I’m (Y/N). Minwoo’s niece,” you replied just as harsh as he asked you, “Didn’t Mrs. Kim teach you any manners?”

He let you go and you immediately grabbed your own wrist just so he couldn’t grab them again. A small pout formed on your lip as you looked at them, trying not to let him see that it actually hurt.

“What are you doing here?” he asked you, voice cold.

Now you were facing him and you had to stop for a second to take in his beauty. As he was holding you, you didn’t really manage to study his face since you were too busy trying to free yourself but now you started realizing how handsome he became.

It's not like he was ugly before, you and him just never clicked and that’s why you never gave his face any kind of attention.

Taehyung wasn’t a bad guy, you knew that because Yoongi repeatedly assured you that he was actually a very loving person once you get to know him.

Personally, you just never really got the chance to, since he definitely wasn’t interested in anything that had to do with you. Not in a mean way though, he just didn’t seem to care about the girls in town, especially not the one who always came over the summer break and then left again.

Glowering at you, he was waiting for an answer. You, on the other hand, didn’t dare to look him into his eyes, instead your eyes were studying the rest of his face. His features were sharper and manlier now, his brows thick but he still had the same wrinkles around his eyes.

For a second you wanted to look at his lips but you stopped yourself, not wanting him to get wrong ideas.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in retund instead of giving an answer, “Didn’t you always say you wanted to leave this place?”

He rolled his eyes as you avoided his question.

“I asked first,“ he insisted, making it hard for you not to chuckle at the very immature conversation you were having.

“I am working here. Don’t you have some vegetables to take care of?” you asked coldly asked before turning your back to him.

“You better get used to my face, if you scare me like this one more time I might have a heart attack,” you added as your attention was back to feeding the chickens.

But instead of leaving Taehyun was walking to stand right beside you, “You’re working here? Why would you do that?” he asked. It never was a secret that he wanted to leave this town, he used to talk about it a lot back then already and, even though he still was here, apparently, he still wanted to leave.

“I’m supporting my family,” you shrugged, not looking at him. You really didn’t want to be cold to him but you were tired and you knew how Taehyung was, he didn’t mean to be rude, he had a soft nature, everyone could see that once they got to see his warm smile but sometimes he was a bit rough.

You could see him shake his head in confusion as you were continuing with your work, “Okay, you go milk those cows and churn that butter if this is what fulfills you, (y/n). I’ll go back to work,“ he pointed at the field of tomatoes on the other side of the farm your families shared and left you alone again.

Walking over to the cows, you couldn't help but wonder why he still was here. He was a very clever guy, he could easily go and leave this town to study and open a business or whatever it was he wanted to do. Glancing over to him one more time, you tried to divert your attention to milking the cows.

The field of tomatoes he was currently working on was not too far away but luckily still far enough to give you a bit of privacy. He seemed to be very invested in picking the best tomatoes he could find, a concentrated glance on his face. And you really should try to concentrate too, since you haven’t milked a cow in years.

And you failed miserably. To your desperation, no one was around when you went looking for Jimin or your uncle to help you. Trotting back to the cows you sat down on a small stool in front of one them, giving it another try.

You groaned at the cow, laying your head back and closing your eyes in frustration. It was only your first day and you knew practice makes perfect but you wanted to cry.

“Just give me your stupid milk, please,” you mumbled while taking a deep breath, your eyes still closed.

“Are you sure this is the right job for you? If you can’t even milk Bertha maybe you should reconsider,“ Taehyung’s voice startled you, making you jump a bit. The grin on his face clearly was teasing, full of satisfaction because you were struggling, “Do you need help?”

“Please,“ you didn’t care about the triumphing grin on his face, you were more than willing to take his offer. Any kind of help was good. And in the end, you didn’t dislike Kim Taehyung, you just weren’t close to him.

He nodded before telling you to wait for a second as he walked towards the little shed. Coming out again he held a strange looking machine in his hand while attaching it to the cow’s udder.

“We haven't milked them by hand for years,” he explained to you as he took your wrist once again, this time more careful though, and slightly pulled you towards the cow’s udder, right next to him.

“Watch closely, I’ll show you once and if you can’t follow, you’re on your own,” his words sounded harsh but you didn’t take them that way. The fact that Yoongi was his best friend was something you two had in common and if he wanted you to give Taehyung a chance you would do that. For Yoongi, but also for yourself.

After all, Taehyung was your neighbor and, in addition, he was a handsome man, you wouldn’t mind being able to look at his face whenever you wanted at all.

You saw the way he acts around the guys and you saw that he indeed had a very soft heart, maybe he just had a hard time showing it.

“Hey! Are you even watching?” he asked annoyed while glancing at you, “I know how to do this, I am not the one that has to learn. I’m being nice here, don’t waste my time.”

You chuckled a bit at him losing his temper so easily. “Yes, Taehyung, I’m watching," you said grinning, “Wasting your time was not a task on my list today.”

After he rolled his eyes at you you could swear you saw a small smile on his face while he started to milk the cow, explaining to you what he was doing step by step.

You tried to concentrate on how exactly he does it, what movements his hands made and so on but you kept on finding yourself thinking about how good his hands looked – what in the world was wrong with you? It's not like you've never seen an attractive man before so you had no clue why your hormones were playing a game with you.

After you started to try milking the cows yourself you felt more than relieved that you actually managed to do it right. Letting out a small ‘thank god’ under your breath you realized that Taehyung still stood right beside you, watching your every move.

“You know, you can go back to the toma–” you started to say before he interrupted you in the same moment.

“Just a tip for you,“ he said, not sounding cold for the first time, “Don’t dress up for farm work. You’ll ruin your clothes. You can still wear cute outfits after you’re finished here. But while working just wear something old,“ he said as he was just about to turn around before you had to take the chance to annoy him one last time for now.

“You think my outfit is cute?” the grin on your face was wide and you were way too amused.

As a response his eyes squinted together in regret, knowing that you’ll probably never stop teasing him about it.

“Please don't,“ was all he could whisper frustrated under his breath.

“What a softie you are,“ you playfully poked his upper arm, “Didn’t know you had that in you.”

He let out yet another sigh, sounding almost whiny but the smile on the corner of his mouth came out nonetheless, “Are you always this awful?“

“Dear diary,“ you said in a nagging tone, “Today Kim Taehyung complimented my–”

Before you could end your sentence he was covering your mouth, shaking his head in disbelief slowly, “I’ll go back to work, (y/n). Don’t forget to churn the butter. The wooden pitcher we use for it is in the shed,“ and with that, he walked back to his side of the farm again.

Just a second before he arrived he glanced over to you again, screaming so that you would hear him, “I didn’t compliment you okay? Don't let it get to your head.“

Waving at him from the shed, you nodded your head. “Sure. Talk to you later! Your outfit looks cute too by the way”, you screamed back.

Maybe working next to Taehyung wasn’t so bad after all, if he was always such an easy target to provocate you'd at least have your fun.

When Jimin came into the shed with the tools to take over a few hours later, you were busy churning the butter, cursing under your breath.

Sweat was dripping all over your forehead and it was seriously tiring, every single muscle of your arm hurt, including some muscles you didn’t even know you had. You weren’t sure if you could manage to do that on a daily base. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about a gym membership anymore.

Your cousin stared at you confused, a sly grin in the corner of his mouth, “What exactly are you doing?“

“I’m churning the goddamn butter. Why is it so hard?” you complained while looking up to him. He was holding two beers in his hands, handing one over to you before starting to laugh at your action.

“Why would you use that old thing for that? We have a machine that churns it for us,“ he laughed, “I don’t know why we even still have that old thing.”

“Fucking Kim Taehyung,“ you cursed under your breath, leaving Jimin even more confused.

“You met him?” he asked while sitting down in the hay beside you.

“I did," you hissed, “He was the one who told me to do it this way.”

Jimin’s smile grew wide as he tried to contain his laughter, “I didn’t know he could be so evil.”

He almost sounded satisfied that you were getting fooled by him, “He likes you if he teases you.”

“Well, that’s not a very nice way of showing it,“ you took a big sip of the beer, knowing that you probably deserved it for all the teasing earlier, before continuing, “You didn’t tell me he became so handsome though.”

Jimin’s eyes widened immediately as you confessed and you could tell he was trying not to spit out his drink out of shock. He fastly swallowed, “You have a crush on our Tae?”

You shook your head scoffing, lightly kicking his leg, “A crush? How old are we? I just think he’s very attractive. But he was pretty rude though.”

Jimin pressed his lips together in a thin line, looking into the sky, „His father died two years ago. He had a hard time. But he opens up sooner or later, just be patient with him – I promise, he is one of the most kind and caring people in this town.“

You gulped at the news, “What a sad loss, Mr. Kim was such a ray of sunshine, always ready to help if help was needed.”

Jimin nodded, “He was. Olli was only six years old when his father died. But dad took a lot of care of them since then.”

There was a short silence. You still remembered little Olli, Taehyung’s younger brother. The last time you saw him he was barely two years old.

“I can’t believe he’s your type though. I thought I really wanted to set you up with Jungkook,“ Jimin broke the silence before you could think about it any longer, almost offended.

You laughed at him. He was close to Taehyung, you knew that, but he always wanted you to date Jungkook, only for the purpose of having him as an official family member.

“That won’t happen,”, you broke it to him, much to his disappointment.

A deep sigh came from him, “Well if you want Taehyung so bad, come to the pub with us. I bet he’ll be there too tonight. We are meeting at eight. What do you say?”

“I don’t want him, I simply said that he is good looking,”  you desperately hoped he wouldn’t tease you all the time about this from now on, already starting to slowly regret that you even brought it up in the first place. And as much as you would like to go out to the pub with the others you had a date with your bathtub that you wouldn’t want to miss for anything else tonight.

“I’ll pass though. I’ll come next time,“ you promised, standing up and walking towards your door.

“I can’t wait to tell Yoongi that you and Taehyung are going to become a couple. How exciting!” he yelled after you in his typical teasing voice, making you laugh out in frustration. Sharing your opinion on Taehyung’s look with your cousin probably wasn't the best idea.

It fastly got dark outside and you were lighting the candles in your bathroom, the bathtub slowly filling up with hot water.

Exactly what your muscles needed after churning the butter all afternoon. Putting a bit of milk in the bathtub, you wondered if you had some honey in the farmhouse by any chance. As you wrapped the first towel you could find around your body, you wanted to hush over to your uncle’s house to check. But what stopped you from your plans was a shadow you saw walking past your window, making you freeze until someone rang your door.

Opening it, no one else than Taehyung was standing in front of it, his work clothes traded into sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, a basket in his hand and his eyes fixed on your exposed legs.

The towel you were wearing luckily covered all of your breast and bottom but that was about it. And, as if it couldn't get worse, it also had a lot of fairies on it – it used to be your favorite towel when you were about five years old. Still, you didn’t need Taehyung to see you wearing it.

“Taehyung?“ you asked him, unsure why he was visiting but he was still looking at the exposed parts of your body, not doing a good job at hiding the fact that he got distracted by your legs. You barely noticed though because your thoughts wandered to this morning. “How dare you not telling me that we have a machine for the butter? Are you crazy?”

“My arms hurt so much,“ you added in a complaining tone, too tired to fight him so you decided to whine instead.

Coming back to reality, he laughed at you, his eyes now looking at your face, “You seriously did it all by yourself?” – he was lucky the wrinkles around his eyes were so cute whenever he laughed, otherwise you would have killed him right there, “You must be pretty strong then.”

“What do you want?” you asked him annoyed before you saw his eyes wandering down to your legs once again.

Not missing out on the opportunity to nag him, you chuckled, “Do you like my outfit?” as you struck a small pose, you had to be careful not to expose any parts he shouldn’t see.

Rolling his eyes he handed over the basket, “Seriously, you’re so annoying.”

You grinned, thinking it’s quite funny how easy it was to annoy him, “But you still think I’m cute, so it doesn’t matter.”

There definitely was a smile hidden on his lips that he tried to hide at all cost, but you could see it reaching his eyes, “This is for you. My mum put your favorites in it. Tomatoes, cherries, peaches, blueberries. She asked me to bring it to you,“ the man said, trying to sound as uninterested and unbothered as possible.

“That–“ you started to gather your words, feeling very touched about the little gift but a bit confused as to why Taehyung brought it to you, “That’s so nice of her. I’ll come over tomorrow and thank her.”

He immediately focused on you again, “No, it's fine. I’ll tell her. She’s kind of sick at the moment, she needs to rest, Olli is not even letting me go near her because he doesn’t want anyone else to get sick, so I doubt he would let you come over.”

You mustered him suspiciously but decided to leave him be, you surely teased him enough for today and didn’t want him to actually dislike you.

“Alright, Tae. Thank you,“ you gave him a soft smile as you were about to close the door.

“Wait,” he stopped you before you closed the door and you waited for him to say something, “Are you planning to go to the pub later?“ – if you didn’t expect him to ask one thing than it was this one. Why did he care suddenly?

“I don’t think so. Churning that butter has really worn me out, you know?” you said, laughing lightly, “And my bathtub is already waiting for me.”

“Oh alright. That’s cool. See you soon, I guess,“ he said before awkwardly giving you a small smile and leaving again. What a strange yet interesting guy he was.

Something about him made you look forward to your future on the farm. But before you could let it get to your head, you were interrupted by a text from no one else than Yoongi.

[Yoongi, 22:29]

Glad to hear you're getting yourself a man! Taehyung and (y/n), how sweet.

You let out a small laugh before finally meeting your only date for tonight: Your bathtub. Though you had to admit that the handsome face from next door was coming to your mind every now and then.

After a week you slowly got used to the daily work on the farm, your body was finally starting to react differently, your arms weren’t getting as sore anymore and waking up early was bothering you less and less.

It was a sunny Saturday which meant you had to gather all of the goods your uncle wanted to sell on the market the next morning. Picking out the best eggs, milk, wool and cheese was pretty boring, especially since Jimin left early because he was going on a date tonight with some random girl you never heard about before. But since you wanted him to be happy, and also because his teasing about Taehyung was slowly but surely making you go insane, you told him it would be okay if he let you work alone today.

It took you about an hour until you were finally done with carrying all of the boxes into your uncle’s car as you saw Mrs. Kim, Taehyung’s mother, and decided to help her quickly carrying her own boxes filled with pretty fruits and vegetables.

His mother was a beautiful and lovely lady, always has been. Her black hair was long and even though there were a few grey strands in it by now she still looked as young as ever.

“Mrs. Kim, let me help you,“ you shouted while jogging over to her, “Where’s Taehyung? Letting his mother carry all the heavy boxes of fruits and vegetables alone is not a nice thing to do,” you disapproved, one box already in your hands.

She let out a laugh and you were reminded of how warm her laughter was, it sounded like the giggle of a small child.

“It’s fine, I told him to rest for today. He always works so much,” she let out a worried sigh, “I’m very thankful, I know helping me on the farm was not what he wanted to do with his life but he does it for me.”

You never really thought about it that way before – that might explain why he was still here despite always hating the small village he was born and grew up in, it was probably hard for him to leave his family behind after losing his father.

While carrying a box full of blueberries you ate a handful, not able to hold back. The Kim’s blueberries have always been your favorites, none of the ones back at home could compare to the juicy fruits you'd get here.

“You still love blueberries, I see,” She hummed joyfully as she was carrying the last box to the car.

“I am obsessed with them,” you answered, “Oh how rude of me – I still wanted to thank you for the little basket full of fruits you send to me. I was in heaven, your peaches were even better than I remembered.”

Mrs. Kim looked at you in confusion for a second before getting a grip of the situation, the confusion vanishing while a different kind of expression came to her face, unable for you to read at first.

“So he can actually be charming,“ she mumbled to herself with an almost mischievous smirk and within seconds you knew exactly what she was talking about. That little shit.

Scoffing, you wondered why Taehyung wouldn't just admit that the little basket was a present from him, not from his mother – who would do something so sweet without wanting to let the other person know? But then, on the other hand, you didn’t understand Taehyung at all.

“Mum,” you heard his voice yell out while he walking out of the door to their house.

When he saw you he froze for a second, “Oh, hey, (y/n),“ he said with a slight and not really convincing smile, it almost seemed forced.

You nodded towards him, ready to go back to work and leave them alone, as his little brother came running outside, chasing after Taehyung.

“Tete,” he let out a scream as he tried to jump on his back. He was surprisingly tall for an eight-year-old, almost managing to get to Taehyung’s shoulders if he jumped high enough, “Can I come with you? Please?”

Before he could answer, Olli’s attention shifted somewhere else. Or better said, onto someone else. To be precise, you caught his attention, the girl standing in front of his mother and brother, a stranger he’s never seen before.

“Who are you?” he asked curiously, studying you exactly, “Are you Minwoo’s niece?”

You kneeled down to be at an eye to eye level with him, shaking his hand, “Yes, that’s me. I’m (y/n). It's nice to meet you.”

He had a big grin on his face, “Hi, I’m Olli,“ after introducing himself to you he turned around to his big brother, “Did you make the basket for her?”

Taehyung shushed him within a second, giving him a warning glance before trying to cover up his story, “Yes, I did it because mum asked me to.”

She let out a sarcastic laugh, making fun of her son, “Sure. It was totally me asking you to do that.”

A heavy sigh fell from Taehyung’s mouth before shaking his head in disbelief, “Where is your cousin? He promised he’d help me picking up our new couch.”

“Oh, I am afraid he forgot. He’s on a date right now,“ you informed him.

Taehyung let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temple, not believing that Jimin completely forgot about him. Now even more frustrated, he started mumbling, “It’s always the same with this guy.”

“I’ll help you,“ you volunteered determined, not even bothering to ask him first, knowing he’d say no anyway, “I’m done with work for today and I don’t mind coming along.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go alone,“ he insisted, clearly mad at your cousin before walking over to his car. Not caring you decided to follow him, hoping that he’d be nice to Jimin if you helped him instead, even though you had little hope.

“Stop being so stubborn,“ you said to him as you opened the door and sat down inside the car, “Just accept my help.”

And much to your surprise, he did accept it, not bothering to start another discussion with you. Maybe he was just too tired of the constant bickering going on between the two of you.

As the two of you drove out of town the sky looked like it was painted in golden colors, the sun slowly setting but the air was still warm, brushing the arm you held out of the open window.

“Where are we even going?” you asked the obviously bothered boy beside you.

“It’s not far away, the dude I’m buying the couch from lives like twenty minutes away,“ he answered, his eyes glued to the street, „You really didn’t have to come. I could’ve easily done it alone.”

Slowly but surely, you were starting to get mad at Taehyung. You couldn’t tell why his constant attitude was getting to you but it did. Of course, he didn't have to like you and honestly, maybe you did go a bit too far with the teasing but after all, you were neighbors, co-workers and also shared the same group of friends. Being nice to each other was the least you could do – especially when you knew that he wasn’t like that at all towards other people. You’ve seen him interact with his little brother and his mother and his friends, he was a warm and loving person, laughing and joking whenever he could. He just wouldn’t open up towards you.

„Dude, you’re the worst. Can you keep quiet for once and accept help? Stop being so rude all the time, being nice every now and then won’t hurt you, you know? You can take your bad mood out on Jimin later.” you snapped at him, not even intended to sound so mean but it just happened – you just wanted him to at least accept you.

He peaked at you, his eyes grew wide in shock at your rant. Even though your voice was still low he clearly heard the frustration in it, “What do you mean? I am being nice all the time. I told you that you shouldn’t wear your good clothes to work in. That was a piece of nice advice I gave you for example.”

You scoffed at him not knowing if he was being serious, “You also attacked me because you thought I was stealing chicken and made me churn butter.”

He chuckled amused as you brought the churning up, “I still can’t believe you did that.”

“My arms still hurt. You’re an asshole,“ you rolled your eyes, not in the mood to put up with Taehyung being, well, himself, when you were just being nice, “If that is your interpretation of being nice I’m beyond sorry for your future girlfriend.”

“Hey, now you’re the one being mean,“ he acted offended and honestly, a bit confused, not knowing why the two of you were fighting. You weren't even mad at him, you just felt fed up, craving at least peace between the two of you.

“Well, maybe you just need a taste of your own medicine,“ you shrugged, calming down a bit as the discussion started to shift to a more playful mood than a serious one.

But before you or Taehyung could fuel the fire and add anything into the it, you let out a small scream as he was turning right with full speed, making you feel like you were about to crash, holding onto the seatbelt for dear life.

“For fucks sake, where did you learn how to drive? Do you not know that you’re supposed to slow down before turning?” you asked him, gasping for air.

“If this is already scaring you, I’ll give you the nice advice to not drive with Yoongi,” he laughed out loud as he parked his car in front of a big house, “Ready to use the strength in your arms built up from churning butter?”

It took you about twenty minutes to carry all the parts of the couch from the third floor to the trailer attached on Taehyung’s car. When you were done it was beginning to get dark outside and the weather was cooling down, making you shiver a bit.

All done, you sat back inside Taehyung’s car as he was securing the trailer so you could drive back home safely – or at least as safe as a ride with him could be.

“If you’re cold there’s a blanket on the backseat, I'll get it for you,“ he yelled from outside before coming getting inside the car, a blanket in his hand, “See how nice I am? So caring, not wanting you to freeze to death.”

You shook your head amused, „What a gentleman you are.”

The drive home was more peaceful, no discussions this time. You looked outside, seeing a big and bright star in the sky, pointing to it excited.

“I can’t get over how beautiful the starry night sky is here. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it,“ you mumbled, almost sounding dreamy, eyes glued to the sky. It wasn’t even completely dark outside yet, but the first stars were already sparkling brightly.

“Isn’t it the same in your hometown?” he asked a bit perplexed as he looked over to you, wondering how you could be so excited about some stupid stars.

“Not at all. The big city lights drown them. You can barely see some, and if you can, they are not as bright as here.”

“I suppose living here isn’t all bad.”, he shrugged after thinking about it for a few seconds, his glance wavering to the sky every few seconds.

You hummed in agreement, “Except for this terrible guy living next to me I quite enjoy my time here.”

He chuckled, enjoying the little game you two were playing, „Must be really hard to live right next to such an attractive young man. I bet you have a hard time.”

Laughing, you were impressed at his wittiness, “Don’t think too highly of yourself.”

Before you could let him answer your favorite song suddenly started playing in the radio, making you turn up the volume instantly, “You need to shut up now. This is my all-time favorite song.”

But of course, Taehyung didn't shut up. Much more like him, he did the opposite, trying to sing along as loud as he could just to ruin the song for you – and he had way too much fun doing it.

“I didn’t know you could sing,“ you said, giving him an approving look.

A smirk formed on his lips, “I'm a man full of surprises.”

The rest of the drive the two of you were singing along to the radio loudly, having genuine fun together for the first time since you arrived. It was nice to see him loosen up a bit, even though it was only a small step.

Driving up to the farm, you already saw Jimin sitting on the porch. He immediately stood up, walking over to the car, already apologizing without you really arriving yet, “I’m so so sorry mate. I completely forgot. I owe you a beer next time we go out.”

Taehyung chuckled as he turned the engine off, “Doesn’t seem like his date had a happy ending, considering he’s home already.”

“Good for me,“ you shrugged, “I’m way too tired to carry the whole couch inside anyway.”

You were the first to get out of the car, making Jimin narrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“What are you doing in Taehyung’s car?” he asked suspiciously.

“I’m doing your fucking job,“ you shot him a mean glance.

As you were walking towards your home you were stopped by Taehyung holding your arm, making you turn around.

“Thank you, I suppose,“ he said, pressing his lips together, obviously feeling awkward, “Just trying to be nice.”

You gave him a genuine smile, “No problem. Sleep well.”

“You too, (y/n).”

Waking up you were almost shocked to see the weather. Yesterday the sun was still shining while today it was pouring like you never saw before. The sky was dark and grey and your whole farm seemed quite sad, making you wish you could just stay in bed all day, just being lazy, reading, eating and maybe fantasizing about a certain someone.

Checking your phone you saw a text from Jimin: it’s going to storm today, you have to make sure all the animals are in the barn and safe, please. i’m getting food for tonight. see you later, favorite cousin.

You immediately threw on a thick cardigan and brushed your teeth, hurrying to get things done before the weather got even worse. Looking in the mirror you scoffed for a second at your sad reflection – your hair was in a very messy bun and your under-eye circles were almost black. But there was no time to pity yourself right now, you could do that after work.

After you fed and, of course, petted the chickens and made sure that all the windows were closed tightly you ran over to the barn where the cows and goats were in. Your clothes were completely drenched even though the way between the barns was very short, the heavy rain was so strong that there was no way you could’ve stayed dry.

Entering the barn your eyebrows narrowed as you saw that the light was on and the food for the cows was already laid out.

“Uncle Minwoo?” you screamed loudly, the rain was so loud that otherwise, no one would hear you.

“Oh thank god, there you are,“ the owner of the voice was coming out of the little shed you kept your tools in, throwing one of the milking machines over to you. You barely had time to catch it because Taehyung was throwing it without caring if you’d catch it or not.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him skeptically as you sat down to the cow next to the one he was currently milking.

He glanced at you with an annoyed expression on his face - but only until he saw how wet you were from the rain. Right then, he bursted out into laughter, “Why are you not wearing a raincoat for fucks sake?” he asked you, enjoying the sight in front of him a little too much.

“I don’t even own one,“ you admitted a bit hesitant while shrugging, knowing he’d make even more fun of you.

And of course, he did.

“How can you not own a raincoat? Seriously, (y/n), you’re something else. Who on earth doesn’t own a raincoat?” he shook his head in disbelief, still laughing.

You simply pressed your lips together, coming back to your actual question, “But why are you here? Certainly not because you wanted to help me.”

“Hey, maybe I’m not as bad as you think and just wanted to be friendly for once?” he said, acting offended, “Since you’re always complaining.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,“ you answered.

Suddenly you heard a loud thunder outside, making you jump - you usually were not afraid of thunder but the sudden loud noise startled you for a second. What really scared you though was the reaction of two of your cows, immediately after they heard the thunder they let out the deepest and loudest sounds you’ve ever heard of them. They sounded terrified.

Taehyung immediately jumped up from his stool and walked over to Bertha, the small brown cow, petting her face.

“Shhhh, it's okay,“ he tried calming her down before looking over to you, “I’m always here when it storms. Bertha and Marnie are deadly afraid of the thunder, so I accompany them. It calms them down.”

For a second you thought he was fooling you but before you could say something another loud thunder was heard followed by loud sounds of the cows once again. God, you weren't sure if you ever could get used to the sounds they made.

“Wait,“ you interrupted confused as you saw Taehyung pet Bertha once again, giving her a small kiss on the side of her face, “You’re serious?”

He looked at you with a grin, “Of course I am. Go, pet Marnie a bit. She loves getting pets right under his chin, she’s such a lovely cow.”

You did as he said but not really trusting him yet.

“I didn’t know he had feelings, Marnie, did you?” you asked the cow sarcastically.

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head, “I only have feelings Marnie and Bertha.”

Bertha was walking away from him to the hay he just put down for them to lie down for a bit, something you barely ever saw them doing,

“When I first looked into Bertha’s big brown eyes I fell in love,” he stated lovingly, petting some of the other cows while Bertha was still lying down, „Her eyes are just too pure.“

“That’s adorable,” you had to admit, “Didn’t expect that from you.”

“Are you aware that just because I’m telling you you’re stupid because you don’t own a raincoat or work on a farm with a goddamn Gucci shirt doesn't mean I'm an asshole? That’s my way of helping,” he said confidently, “You just seem to not know exactly what to do, so I’m trying to help.”

„You're still being mean while doing it,“ you insisted, not giving in.

“Whatever,“ he walked over to Bertha, who was resting on the ground, lying down next to her, “Just go inside and relax, I’ll take care of the cows.”

“No way,“ you sat down next to him, “I’ll not leave you alone with my cows. I don’t trust you.”

Of course, that was only an excuse to spend some time with the pretty boy from next door but he didn't need to know – his ego was big enough already. Both of you were now starting to relax slowly, leaning against Bertha, petting her every now and then.

“So, farmer girl, how do you like it here?” he asked you after a few seconds of silence, seeming to be actually interested in you for once.

“It’s nice,“ you shrugged as he was peaking over at you, “I like the fact that I finally am allowed to go into the pub the most.”

“I remember when we first were allowed to go in, it was like Harry Potter seeing Hogwarts for the first time,“ he remembered laughing, “and now we’re the ones that get drunk in there while the younger kids are jealous they can’t.”

“Some things never change, right?“ your eyes darted to Taehyung, who had his eyes closed and seemed to be truly relaxed in your presence for the first time since you arrived. He was using his arm as a pillow, a smile on his lips - for once a genuine smile, not the usual teasing one he gave you. The rain was pouring so hard onto the roof of the barn it sounded like applause. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, exhaling a breathy scoff through your nose, not believing that he actually had a soft side.

“What's so funny?“ he asked curiously, still with closed eyes.

“I just love the sound of heavy rain,”  you lied, also getting into a comfortable position and closing your eyes.

Your neighbour let out a hum, agreeing with you before yawning, “Me too. It’s cozy.”

Your eyelids started to feel heavy, you didn’t have much sleep last night and your body was shivering a bit because of your wet clothes. Taehyung was snoring lightly beside you within a few minutes and before you knew it you were asleep too. You wouldn’t have expected the barn to be such a comfortable place to sleep in.

The sound of someone calling your name, you couldn't quite identify who it belonged to yet, woke you up. As you were slowly starting to realize where you were, you were just as perplexed as Taehyung, who was still beside you, seeming to just have woken up too, according to his dreamy gaze.

“Did we fall asleep?” he asked you, yawning and stretching his arms from his body.

As you looked up, Jimin was standing in front of both of you, confusion was written all over his face, “What the hell are you two doing in here? How do I keep finding you two together?”

Taehyung shrugged, sitting up as you were doing the same, “What does it look like? We obviously fell asleep.”

“Okay but why were you here together in the first place?” he asked, a smirk on his lips, “Did you make out in front of the cows? They are too young to be exposed to such wild and unholy behavior.”

Chuckling at his remark, you rubbed your eyes a bit, “Don't be noisy, please. I’m having a headache.”

“You two are just too cute,“ he teased a bit before telling you the reason he was looking for you in the first place, “Dinner’s ready. We’re having some meat with different salads and corn. Feel free to join us Tae, your mum and Olli are there too.”

“I don’t know,“ he replied, a little unsure, “I still wanted to meet up with Namjoon and Hoseok later.”

Jimin narrowed his eyebrows, “Why didn’t you ask me to join, you jerk?”

Taehyung laughed at Jimin, standing up, surprisingly offering you a hand to help you get up from the ground, “I’ll eat dinner with you and then you can come with me, alright?“ he proposed to Jimin.

Your cousin agreed happily and the three of you walked over to the big house Minwoo and Jimin lived in.

“Did you find her?” your uncle screamed from the kitchen as he heard the door open.

“Yes, I’m here,“ you shouted back as you took off your shoes.

Walking over to them, Mrs. Kim was surprised to see her son, “Oh, Tae. How lovely that you’re here,“ she smiled as cute as always, “Where have you been?”

Both, Taehyung and you felt a bit awkward telling them where exactly Jimin found them, not wanting anyone to get a wrong idea. But, of course, your annoying cousin was faster.

“They were sleeping in the barn together,“ he smirked as he told your family, enjoying every minute of it, “You two seem to get along better by now.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “We were literally just taking care of the cows.”

You nodded, “It’s not like we met to take a nap in the barn.”

Uncle Minwoo and Mrs. Kim both giggled a bit at the bickering between their families, “Stop teasing them. They are already flustered,“ she said lightheartedly.

Everyone sat down on the table as your uncle brought the food to the table. It smelled like you were sitting in a restaurant and you could feel your mouth watering as you saw the food.

“Thank you for letting us eat with you,“ Taehyung said in a polite manner.

“Oh, Tae!” Minwoo exclaimed joyfully, “You’re always welcome. We’re like family.”

He nodded thankful as all of you started eating. The food was truly delicious and the conversation was nice, all of you participating in it, talking about current events and life on the farm.

You weren't sure if it was because your families were there but Taehyung was unusually nice to you, not even nagging you once. He passed you the salt when you asked him to and he even asked you about your job back at home.

It was a nice evening and you cherished it, knowing that it probably was a once in a lifetime experience to have a normal, peaceful conversation with Taehyung in the same room as you.

About an hour later you started walking from the big house to the small hut and even if it only took a minute or two Taehyung walked right beside you, not leaving your side.

Maybe he truly wasn't as bad as you made him out to be – the two of you might have had some difficulties but thinking about it now he seemed to open up to you more and more. As both of you stood in front of your door, you fiddled with your hands, not knowing how to react to being all alone with him.

“Don’t let Jimin drink too much tonight. I need him to be fit tomorrow. It’s my day off,“ you joked.

“I promise to stop him if he drinks too much,“ he smiled brightly, the wrinkles around his eyes showing slightly, “I’ll see you around?”

A scoff escaped your lips before you could hold it back, “Considering the fact that you can look inside my living room from your window I think so yes.”

And with that, he started walking towards his house but even after he was gone you still couldn't stop smiling.

The few next weeks were pretty unspectacular, working on the farm was part of your everyday life by now and your work was a routine, knowing every small step of it.

But still, today you woke up with a smile plastered on your face – it’s not like anyone besides Jimin and Minwoo, maybe Yoongi, would know it’s your birthday today but you still loved your special day.

It didn't matter that no one would know, you were quite happy that to everyone else this day would be just another day. You, on the other hand, had tons of self-care plans for tonight.

The first thing you did that morning was checking your phone, happy to see that your friends from home – or more like what used to be home to you – thought of you and send you very nice birthday greetings full of love, telling you that they missed you. In no time you got up and dressed to go over to the main house.

“So, what do you want to do today?” Jimin asked you as you had breakfast with him and your uncle. Despite you telling them that they shouldn't worry about you, they still made you some scrambled eggs and cut a lot of the vegetables from the Kim’s farm, Jimin even managed to go to the heart of the city to buy some buns for all of you.

Stretching yourself, tiredness still washing over you, you thought about his question. “I actually don’t know, I thought I'd just do some sheet masks later and watch Netflix,” you said shrugging before eating a piece of cucumber, “Why? Any ideas?”

“Why don’t you invite your friends over, (y/n)?” your uncle suggested but you’d rather not. The problem with inviting people over is you can’t leave early since they are literally at your own place and you'd never kick them out, not wanting to be unfriendly.

“No way, I don’t even think most people know about my birthday. I’ll stay lowkey about it,“  you denied your uncle's request, just wanting to have a nice night on the couch after you took a long bath – an ideal night for you.

“Why don't we have a movie night?” you suggested to your two family members but they didn’t seem to show much support to your idea.

Uncle Minwoo immediately stopped you, “I’m not letting you stay at home with your old uncle and cousin on your birthday.”

“I’d love that though. We hadn’t had a movie night in a long time,“ you pouted, hoping to convince your uncle despite knowing you had no chance against him.

“Jimin, take her to the pub, alright?” he instructed his son who was currently not listening to the conversation and instead was texting someone.

“Sure,“ he agreed with his father before looking up from his phone, “I’ll take you to the pub later, (y/n). No discussion.”

So a few hours later you found yourself in your small bathroom, putting on a real full face make-up for the first time ever since you moved here, you almost forgot how pretty you could be.

Jimin said to make sure that you looked your best since a lot of other people would be there, including the girl he ‘sometimes takes out’, as he liked to call it.

Even though you were still not fully in the mood, you started to warm up to the idea of going out as you got ready. In the end, you knew it wouldn't hurt to doll yourself up and go out every now and then – and maybe, just maybe, Taehyung would be there too.

Jimin picked you up from your place at around eight in the evening, the sky already pitch-black.

“Hey birthday kid,“ he said lovingly, “I didn't know you could look this lovely. Trying to impress a certain boy?”

Throwing him a glare that was about to end his life you were ready to hit your cousin if he wouldn’t stop mentioning your attraction towards your neighbor. You prayed he didn’t tell Tae about it, his ego was big enough and you didn’t know if you could survive if he’d become even cockier. Taehyung knew how handsome he was and that he could probably get just any girl if he wanted already so you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t shut your mouth,“ you threatened him even though you knew that nothing could stop Jimin's teasing ever.

Arriving at the Pub, you couldn’t help but grin like an idiot – all of your friends were waiting inside, a whole booth decorated just for you. Yoongi was the first to welcome you, hugging you tightly. “Happy Birthday, princess,“ he almost whispered into your ear before the other people were waiting for their turn to congratulate you.

Hoseok and Namjoon were there, including Namjoon’s girlfriend, that you hadn’t met before. Jungkook, of course, was there too and even gifted you some sunflower. “Those are my favorite!” you told him excited, to which he replied that he still remembered.

Jimin introduced you to his almost-girlfriend and she seemed to be a nice girl, a bit smaller than him, with cute glasses, short hair and a nose ring that she pulled off like no one else could.

And last but not least Kim Taehyung was standing in front of you, trying to look cold and unbothered like always, but his eyes were sparkling a bit, giving away that he wasn't as cool as he wanted to be.

“You’re here!” you gasped, genuinely excited to see him, “I feel honored.”

He shook his head joyful. “Don’t let it get to your head. Happy birthday, farmer girl,“ for the first time ever Taehyung hugged you, and you hated to admit that it felt quite comforting – the hug didn’t feel awkward or forced at all, he even had his hand on your head, right in your hair.

Yoongi and Jimin, who were standing behind Taehyung, were inspecting the hug you shared, drawing hearts with their fingers in the air for only you to see as you turned red.

“(Y/n), we got a present for you! Come on, sit down,” Hoseok happily singsang from the table and Taehyung let you go, way too early for your liking, but you weren’t complaining – you appreciated what you got this far.

As you sat down beside Yoongi, Taehyung sat right next to you, pretty close since you were sitting on a small bank with five people.

The booth was decorated with a paper chain that spelled “Happy Birthday”, a few presents were waiting for you on the table, right next to many glasses and several bottles of alcohol.

“This one is from me, Hoseok and Seokjin,“ Namjoon said excited, handing you a present.

Opening it you couldn’t help but pout at their heartwarming idea: They gifted you a framed picture the four of you when you were little, you were maybe around three to four years old.

„God, we were so small,“ you chuckled, studying the picture.

Hoseok smiled wholeheartedly, “There’s a little wheel on the side that you have to move,“ he explained and so you did – as you turned the little wheel more pictures of your friends and you appeared, all of them from different years.

“I love it,“ you smiled at them, “I'll find a special place to display it, I promise.”

“Open our’s next,“ Yoongi said, an untrustworthy smirk on his face. “It’s from me and Jimin.”

Just because you knew the two of you too well, you didn’t trust them at all.

“I bet it’ll get also a very, very special place at your home,“ Jimin assured you and you just knew at that point they probably got you something very stupid.

And they did – you let out a deep breath, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Thanks, I really needed that,“ you said sarcastically as you hold the box of the vibrator they gifted you in your hand.

Both of the boys bursted out into laughter, making you sigh.

„You think you're so funny, don't you? How old are you? Fourteen?“ you snipped both of their foreheads but still, a chuckle managed to slip out. Not really because you thought the present was funny but more because the boys were so amused by their own idea.

“We know the nights get lonely here,“ Jimin said, still laughing like a teenager, “Much fun with it. Just call Taehyung if you need any help with it.”

“Yeah, no, thanks, I think I can handle that on my own,“ you quickly responded before anyone else could join their nagging, “I really need a shot now. Otherwise, I won't be able to deal with you.”

Yoongi immediately poured a round of shots for everyone, “To our little (y/n).”

All of your friends clinked glasses and downed the shot. Within a few hours, one shot became quite a few, too many to count them. Jimin and his girl were making out heavily in the corner of the pub – much to your disgust. While you were happy for your cousin you still could imagine better things than seeing your family member's tongue in someone's mouth.

Yoongi, you, Seokjin, Namjoon and Taehyung were currently playing a card drinking game that you not only never heard of before but was also killing you at a fast pace.

“(Y/n), your turn,“ Taehyung glanced at you, raising his eyebrow – his cheeks were red and the sloppy smile on his face gave away that he also was at least a bit intoxicated by now, “Red or black?”

That was the whole point of the game, basically the only rule. You had to say a color and if the card didn’t have the color you had to take a shot. Seokjin said it was the best game to get really drunk really fast, and boy, he was right.

“Red”, you answered or to be exact, mumbled since you had a hard time pronouncing your words clearly by now.

And, of course, luck wasn’t on your side - as Taehyung turned around the card it showed black. “Tae~“ you let out a whine as he laughed, “I literally cannot drink this shot or else I’ll throw up.”

Your head was turning and your stomach felt warm and tingly, a part of you suddenly felt playful and giggly, which was pretty unusual for you. Looking at Taehyung you felt something deep down in your stomach – the way his rather long and curly hair fell into his face and his tanned skin was glowing was a beautiful sight. God, you really wanted to blame it on the booze but deep down you were aware that you were just fooling yourself.

“You’re no fun,“ he almost whined before taking the shot, “I’ll take it for you since it’s your birthday.”

“Oh, what a gentleman you are,“ you nudged him.

“Just trying to get drunk,“ he shrugged laughing before downing the shot as if it was nothing.

Your glance waved over to Jungkook, who was e the drunkest, his eyes slowly closing. “Jungkook!” you poked his upper arm, not sure if you should laugh or be concerned, “Are you passing out?”

“Hmm?” he responded, trying to open his eyes but failing, “Oh no. I’m just taking a nap.”

You peeked to Taehyung beside you, questioning him what to do, “Are you going to babysit him?”

He scoffed, “That isn’t my problem to deal with.”

About two hours later you decided that it was time to go home, having to admit that you did have fun despite wanting to stay home at first. You thanked everyone and grabbed your bag.

“What about you?” you asked Taehyung who was sitting on his phone, texting someone with his eyebrows furrowed, “You’re staying?”

His eyes met yours as he looked up from his phone, “No, I’m walking you home. Give me a second.”

You decided to wait outside, in need of some fresh air to sober you up.

Slowly, you started to walk towards your home, knowing Taehyung would be able to catch up in no time. And he did, of course.

“Oh!” he looked at you with wide eyes as he arrived by your side, before opening his bag, looking for something, “It’s your birthday!”

“No shit, Sherlock,“ you responded unimpressed at his sudden realization, walking through the little city at night, still not used to how beautiful the stars were here, „You just got that now?“

“No, wait. I actually got you something,“ the boy mumbled and you thought you heard wrong for a second. At least until Taehyung handed you a box, a rather big one.

“Are you serious?” you asked surprised, suddenly feeling shy. This morning you were convinced he didn’t even know it was your birthday but now he was standing in front of you, with a present that was neatly wrapped in yellow wrapping paper.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, please,“ he chuckled as you two walked through the dark night, only a few lanterns on your way home, “Just open it. It felt wrong not to get you anything. I mean, we’re neighbors now, and also co-workers.”

Your arm nudged him, playfully asking, “Maybe even friends?”

His laugh seemed to be even louder and happier when he’s drunk, “Says who? You wish!” before immediately adding, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Maybe even that. Now open it. Let’s sit down.“

Your neighbor gestured at the bank on the side of the way, a few steps away.

He took out his phone to turn on the flashlight so you could see, sitting dangerously close to you. “Why didn’t you give it to me earlier?” you asked him curiously.

“You know, I gotta keep my cool reputation in front of them,“ he joked.

“Ah, can’t let them know that you have a crush on me?” you blurted out, trying to flirt, knowing you would never say those things if it wasn’t for all the shots you drank earlier.

“You’re a pain in the ass,“ he mocked you a bit, “Will you please just open it now? There are a few smaller things.”

As you ripped open the wrapping paper you let out a laugh, impressed by his first present, “A raincoat? I could’ve seen that one coming.”

“I still can’t believe you don’t own one. Look underneath, there’s also a shirt you can use for work so you won’t ruin your good clothes,“ he said, almost proud of his idea and it was adorable.

The shirt was grey and oversized - and also, there was a picture printed onto it. Taehyung let out another laugh, covering his mouth with his hand to stop him from laughing harder, before you could see what was on it.

As he shined his flashlight on the picture you were not only extremely amused but also very amazed that he did that for you, even though he obviously was trying to be funny, you genuinely liked it – the picture was a selfie of Taehyung, giving a thumbs up, right next to his favorite being on this earth, Bertha. Underneath the picture the sentence ‘(Y/n), you can do it. I hope.’ was written in big letters.

“You’re seriously the worst,“ you joined his laughter, wondering how in the hell he got this idea. The atmosphere was almost friendly – a new step for the two of you. Not that you didn’t like him before, you just thought that he didn’t like you back.

“I think you’ll look quite good in it, (y/n),“ he smiled proudly, definitely satisfied with himself.

“You’re such a flirt,“ you said sarcastically.

The last gift in the box really got to you though - it immediately brought back a lot of memories, cherished ones, of your childhood. An overwhelming rush of sentiment came over you as you couldn't believe your eyes.

“Tae, I–” you were looking for the right words to say but none came to your head, “Is it what I think it is?”

“If you think it’s your old music box that played Somewhere Over The Rainbow over and over again, then it is, yes,“ he replied, playing it cool as if it wasn't a big thing.

You totally forgot about it until now, back in the day you always used to play it before going to bed, falling asleep immediately to the soothing sound of it – back then it didn't matter where you were: you wouldn't fall asleep without the petite woodbox playing your favorite song.

“Where did you even get this?“ you asked him, gulping.

“Oh, Minwoo gave it to me to calm the cows on thunder days,“ he said amused.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,“ you chuckled, still inspecting the music box. It seemed to be even prettier than you remembered it.

“Do you like it?” he asked, turning towards you, “I know how obsessed you were with it as a child so I thought you’d like to have it back. The cows didn’t like it anyway.”

Your eyes met his, not knowing what to say. He was so cool about it when to you, this might be one of the most meaningful presents you've gotten in a long time. The fact that he even remembered how in love you were with this music box and how thoughtful of him it was to give it back to you. Slowly you put the box down, still feeling a bit overwhelmed. It was probably stupid, for him it was just a simple present and you were overreacting, right? But still, it was so much more than you would’ve expected. Especially from him

“I love it,“ you assured him, the wrinkles around his eyes deeper than you’ve ever seen them before. “Thank you so much.”

Before he could say something to ruin the moment you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his collar. It took him a few moments to realize what was happening, a hug was something he didn’t expect at all, but it did feel nice. His arms carefully found your waist and hugged you back.

You could see how red his cheeks were as your hug ended but for once you decided to not tease him, not wanting to ruin a genuinely nice moment. The two of you didn’t have those very often.

“Shall we go home?” Taehyung asked softly as he stood up, waiting for you to join him.

The two of you were walking for a while, way slower than usual. It might be the alcohol in your veins or simply the secret desire to spend some more time together, alone and outside of the farm.

“Be honest,“ you started carelessly, it almost sounded like you were singing it, “You do think I’m cute.”

Looking up to Taehyung you saw that he was smiling and didn’t seem to care about your teasing anymore.

“I do think you’re cute. That doesn’t make you less any annoying though,“ he replied, his tone almost playful. As you were walking your shoulders were lightly brushing every now and then, a rush of excitement going through your body every single time.

“Now you be honest. You were totally checking me out when you saw me on the day you moved here,“ he countered, the conversation light.

You let out a small scoff, “I maybe would have if I hadn’t been to busy trying to free myself from your grip since you thought I was stealing your chicken,“ you snapped at him and Taehyung let out a laugh at that memory. Even though it wasn’t long ago it felt like years, considering how much your relationship developed since then.

“Your turn. You would’ve gone home sooner but you were waiting to walk me home,“ the vibe Taehyung gave you told you it was okay to dig a bit deeper.

“Now you’re just being overconfident, (y/n),“ he laughed and you thought about how his laugh is so different than his mum’s. His mother's laugh was light and charming while his laugh was deep and full of joy, almost bold and loud.

“If you say I’m wrong you’re lying,“ you insisted while looking up to the beautiful night sky, not letting loose. Even though you were a bit cold you didn’t really care, you could walk and talk for a few more hours without complaining.

“I never said you’re wrong,“ he answered quietly, now more soft and serious, “But don’t let it get to your head, I know my mum would kill me if she heard that you had to walk home alone.”

“You’re so in love with me dude, how gross,“ you joked, not able to stop your usual nagging.

By now it seemed like that was Taehyung’s and your’s thing somehow. It was an open secret that there was something between the two of you, whatever that was. Maybe, you and Taehyung were still denying it but your friends weren't completely wrong when they talked about your relationship to each other.

“I really don’t know if I wanna shove you off this bridge or kiss your annoying ass,“ he stated shamelessly, trying to sound annoyed but his mood was just as good as yours and the cheeky flirting was something he missed over the last years.

It’s been too long since he met someone he liked so much that he didn’t have to care about what he said. Spending time with you made him feel careless. The night air and the sky that was full of stars just loosened up the mood even more.

Even though your heart was beating faster at his comment you tried to remain cool – he said it so casually as if the topic of kissing you was something completely normal to him, making you realize that maybe Taehyungand you were indeed becoming something more than friends.

“Oh, can I pick?”, you grinned at him.

“No,“ he answered easily while pushing you towards the edge of the bridge you were currently walking on, making you gasp a bit, while trying to balance yourself so you wouldn’t fall over the low wooden railing.

What exactly was he doing? Just in the right moment, he held you, his arm around your waist, being a bit too close to you which was making your heart beat insanely fast. As you looked at him your eyes were opened wide, the shock written all over your face.

Taehyung still was holding you close, giving you the brightest smile ever, his expression full of joy, “Did you really think that I’d let you fall?”

“Yes!“ you almost shouted out of shock, a hundred percent sure that he’d actually do something like that, “If anyone in this town would then it would be you.”

He acted a bit offended, as he pulled your body a bit closer to his again, your intestines feeling all over the place. Half of your body was still bent over the bridge as Taehyungs hold was the only support that stopped you from falling right into the water. His face came near yours and at this moment you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on yours.

“Well, if you think that lowly of me,“ he started, before pausing his sentence, you could swear that you could feel his breath tingling on your lips and see his eyes wandering down to look at your them – but before anything else could happen you started losing balance as Taehyung let go of your body, making you fall right into the lake behind you.

Of course, he’d do something like that. You should've guessed that.

As you came up again you were drenched. The water was at least still warm enough to not make you shiver while climbing up to the bridge again. Taehyung was laughing wholeheartedly, his one hand once again covering his mouth, while holding his other hand out for you so he could help you.

You immediately took his offer, taking a tight grip on his hand before getting your revenge – within seconds Taehyung forcefully joined you in the water, his eyes popping out when you completely caught him off guard.

“I should’ve seen that coming,“ he admitted, now also completely wet but still amused, “I deserved that.”

The two of you were chuckling, no one of you seemed to want to get out of the water for now.

“Remember the one time we were having a contest here about who can stay underwater the longest when we were children?” you asked him thinking back to older days, one of the few memories you had with him.

He nodded while walking towards you, leaning his back against the bridge. His body was close to yours, his face facing yours, “I remember you and Jimin being afraid because you thought I fainted because I let my body swim on the surface with my head under the water still.”

Hitting his chest, you squinted your eyes, “You were the worst, seriously! Why would you do this to me? I was so afraid.”

His arm found your hip, resting lazily on it - you wondered if he’d also do that if he was completely sober, “To make good memories.”

“Well, that’s also about our only memory because you always avoided me when we were younger,“ you stated, a bit salty.

His laughter sounded different this time, if you didn’t know better you’d almost say there was some kind of admiration in it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,“ he apologized, putting his hands up in the air, still laughing before looking at you once again – it’s like you completely forgot about being in the water now in the middle of the night.

“Wanna know a secret?” he asked you, whispering as if you had to be careful to not get caught.

“Always,“ you answered eager as your eyes widened in excitement.

“I avoided you because I had the biggest crush on you and Yoongi always said girls suck and if anyone of us ever kissed a girl they’d be kicked out of the gang,“ he admitted, smiling back at the memory.

“Okay, but Yoongi was literally my first kiss,“ you confessed to him, “I think he knew exactly why he told you that.”

Now it was Taehyung who was in shock, not you. “You’re kidding me,“ he sounded offended, “I can’t believe he’d play me like this because of some chick.”

“Hello? I’m right here,“ you scoffed, shaking your head amused.

“Oh, I bet you’d rather be where Yoongi is, huh?” he stared you down for a second before breaking character and starting to laugh, “But seriously, he never even told me. He knew I’d fight him about it.”

“It must be hard to always be as dramatic as you are,“ you scoffed, as you got out of the water again, starting to shiver a bit, “Let’s go home, I’m cold.”

He got out of the water too and you tried hard not to stare at his chest that was completely showing through his white shirt.

“You should have put on a jacket,“ he shrugged, acting as if it's your fault that you were completely drenched and cold.

“You little shit,“ you countered as the two of you were walking towards your home, “I’m only cold because you pushed me into the lake.”

“I had fun tonight,“ you admitted to him as you were standing in front of your door once again, “You’re not awful.”

“Thank you?”, he laughed unsure before he continued, “You’re also not awful, (y/n).”

“I mean, you were not the nicest in the beginning, I thought you hated me. But now, I think you tolerate me,“ you said, a winning smile on your face.

“Believe it or not, I think you’re pretty cool,” he mirrored your smile, nodding.

“I’ll let my diary know about that,” you assured him.

He just stood there for a second, looking at you. Both of you didn’t want to part, enjoying time with each other but you didn’t want things to get awkward.

“I’m sorry I pushed you into the water,“ he mentioned, laughing while apologizing.

You rolled your eyes at his half-assed apology, “Yeah sure. You better make up for that.”

He nodded, “I will. I promise. Good night, (y/n).“

Suddenly you felt him hugging you, not expecting it once again. Three hugs in one day were something you didn’t expect at all when you woke up this morning.

“Sleep well,“ you told him as you closed the door behind you, removing your make up, changing into comfortable clothes and letting yourself fall into your bed, falling asleep with a smile on your lips. You were definitely making progress.

A few days after your birthday and the situation with Taehyung, it was about time to talk to someone about your confusing feelings. Yoongi was the first person that came to your mind, definitely not wanting to talk to Jimin about it.

As the two of you were sitting outside on your porch, drinking a beer and enjoying the sunset slowly going down, you decided to tell him about what happened after you and Taehyung left on your birthday.

“He gifted you your old music box?” he asked confused, almost shocked, “That’s so much better than the vibrator we gifted you, dammit.”

You let out a laugh, “Anything is better than that.”

“Well, apparently you won’t be needing it any time soon if you and Taehyung continue to fall in love at that pace,“ your best friend gave you a small wink.

“Yoongi,“ you let out a pout, “I really don’t know what I should do. He was about to kiss me by the lake but instead, he let me fall into the water.”

He was trying his hardest to contain his laughter as you told the story but he couldn’t help it, “You really think he’s the one you want? I bet not even Jungkook would behave that awkward.”

Chuckling, you shrugged, “I guess I just like a challenge.”

Yoongi nodded, “He definitely is one. Bare with him, it’s been some time. His last girlfriend and him broke up quite some time ago.”

When Yoongi mentioned the word gilfriend you felt curiosity awakening inside of you, “What was she like?”

Taking a sip of his beer, he glanced at you, a bit pitiful, “Are you sure you wanna do this to yourself?”

“I’m just curious,“ you assured him, „No hard feelings.“

Before Yoongi could start telling you about her you were disturbed by your cousin, who just finished his work, a beer in his hand as he sat down on the free chair on your table, „What are you talking about?”

“My hopeless crush,“ you said, laughing.

“What else,“ he shrugged, unimpressed, “You could still date Jungkook, you know.”

You shook your head before turning back to Yoongi, “So, tell me about her, I can’t imagine him with a girl at all.”

“Are we talking about Elly?” Jimin asked confused, trying to catch up with your conversation.

“Yes,” Yoongi said, trying to start once again before getting interrupted by Jimin, also once again.

“She wasn’t shit, (y/n). Don’t worry about her. I never liked her. They weren’t even really a couple.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “She wasn’t all bad, Jimin. She was actually quite nice at the beginning. She’s from the town next to ours, the granddaughter of the owner of the library – we were friends with her back then when she still visited every weekend. I guess she was into Tae from the first second and he was, well, frustrated. So they became friends with benefits. Nothing too serious at first.”

“(Y/n), I really don’t get why you’d wanna know. You’ll just hurt yourself,“ your cousin seemed to worry, clearly disagreeing with your curiosity.

“They broke up so I won’t be hurt, I just can’t imagine him in a relationship at all. I need some information for research,“ you argued.

“He was a good boyfriend, I guess,“ Jimin thought about it, taking a big gulp of his beer, “Like he visited her often and made sure to bring her to every event or birthday. But one of them would always start a fight and it got so annoying over time. Every time he brought her I was afraid to say anything to him because if I only said one wrong word she’d start to discuss with him.”

Yoongi now interrupted him, “Well, it wasn’t only her who started fights, to be fair. Taehyung often enough started one too, whenever he was in a bad mood he’d always find a reason to fight.”

A scoff came out of your mouth, “I already thought he’d be one to pick fights, to be honest.”

“Speaking of the devil,“ Yoongi nodded towards the house of the Kim’s and as you turned around you saw Taehyung jogging over to you. He seemed to be in a good mood, a smile on his lips, something rather unusual.

“Why are you having a nice evening and no one cared to call me?” he asked as he arrived in front of you, holding up a big plate with many different pieces of cakes on it, “I brought cake.”

Jimin immediately took the plate and set it down in front of him as Taehyung sat down on the free seat on the bench beside you.

“We were just talking shit about you,“ Jimin started, getting up to get some forks from inside.

“Why? What did I do?” he asked, already sounding offended, ready to defend himself without knowing what even seemed to be the problem.

“I just told them about how you let me fall into the lake,“ you huffed, salty, not letting it go easily.

“Why would you do that?” he asked in a whiny tone, “Aren’t they teasing us enough already?”

“I don’t care about that. I still can’t believe you’ve done that. I could’ve caught a cold.”

He now crossed his arms in front of his chest, “You didn’t though, right? I brought you cake as an apology, just to find you hanging out with our friends, without me?”

Yoongi let out a laugh at your constant bickering, “Young love must be so nice.”

“Be quiet,“ you gave him a warning glance before you turned back to the real enemy here, “You think cake can just fix the trust I lost in you?”

He let out a laugh, “You’re being overdramatic.”

Actually, you couldn’t care less that he let you fall into the lake. It was just fun to pick fights with him, “You’re being an asshole.”

He scoffed before continuing your discussion in a mocking voice, “Wanted me to kiss you so bad that you can’t get over the fact that I didn’t?”

You let out a small gasp, not expecting his comeback. Yoongi and Jimin were both trying no to laugh watching the two of you fight.

“If you think that, you’re truly delusional,“ you stated, even though everyone here knew he was right, “The only reason I didn’t kill you right then was because I was so relieved you didn’t kiss me.”

He snorted, not ready to give up yet, “Sure, just keep on telling it to yourself until you start to believe it.”

And this is how you spent the rest of the evening. Three of your closest friends, cake, one or two or maybe even more beers, a beautiful pink sunset and most important - in the place you loved to call your home.

“(Y/n), give me a hand, please,“ your neighbor screamed from the other side of the farm, struggling to put up the pavilion that was supposed to cover the tables from the weather.

It was a warm autumn day but you knew that it could basically start to pour any second. Quickly you jogged over to Taehyung, leaving Jimin alone with the other preparations for the big harvest festival that was held once a year on the farm. It was a tradition you used to love as a child and you were more than happy to participate again this year.

As you walked over you couldn’t help but notice how mesmerizing he looked once again. There was sweat dripping down his face while he gave you a light and exhausted chuckle, holding up one side of the pavilion with his rather strong arms. The white shirt and grey sweatpants he was wearing might as well be the death of you. Oh god, you definitely hated being attracted to him.

“What’s up, Kim?” you asked, desperately trying to sound as unbothered as possible.

He, on the other hand, continued to smile, shaking his head, “Can you please hold up the other side over there?” he asked, pointing to it, “I’ll do the rest.”

You went over and held up the other side, having to stand on your tiptoes. “Are you excited for tonight?” you asked him, desperate to make conversation with him. Even though by now Taehyung was being very nice to you, you were still always trying to make him like you. Even though Jimin and Yoongi assured you he likes you quite a lot by now you still wanted him to admit to it. His attention was your favorite thing at the moment, you couldn’t get enough of it.

He shrugged while concentrating on a screw he was currently trying to get in, “Not really. It’s not gonna be different than any other year.”

“I’m here now so it is gonna be different than before,” you said, making him look up from his work for a second, his eyes finding yours.

“So, you’re going to make the harvest festival interesting again?” you saw the smirk on his face before continuing, “Don’t get up my hopes.”

“Share a bottle of liquor with me and I bet we’ll have a lot of fun,” you stated boldly, immediately embarrassed at your way too obvious flirting. At this point, you were sure that he was very aware of your obvious crush on him. He was many things. Rude, annoying, sometimes even a bit mean but delusional wasn’t one of them.

“Are you flirting with me, (y/n)?” he asked almost a bit teasingly.

“I am,” you said, trying to sound confident but you were pretty sure your now deep red cheeks were giving you away.

He seemed to be amused and he shook his head in what seemed to be joy.

“Not bad,” was all he said, shrugging before his full attention was back on building the pavilion.

You looked around the big farm as Taehyung was working. It looked beautiful, there were a lot of tables with benches, all of them had some flowers and candles on top of them, you could only imagine how cute it would look as soon as the sky was dark and all the candles were lit.

Jimin was currently preparing some baskets filled with eggs, milk, some wool, all different kinds of fruits and vegetables and even some feathers you picked up from the pond where the ducks stayed as a lucky charm – your uncle and Taehyung’s mother would sell them later on, the people always loved those little baskets.

Taehyung’s mother was inside, preparing food for the night. She was overdoing herself, cooking four different kinds of soups, baking too many loaves of bread for the visitors to eat, she even has been baking all kind of cakes since yesterday night.

“Your mum is an angel,” you mumbled more to yourself than to him but Taehyung still heard you, laughing a bit.

“She just really loves the harvest festival. But yes, I agree, she really is,” he answered without looking at you, “There’s gonna be plenty of leftovers tomorrow, I’ll bring you some if you want.”

You nodded even though he didn’t see, “I’d love that.”

“Hey, (y/n)!” Gus, the owner of the restaurant, came up to you. He drove up here in his truck, the whole back of it filled with different meals that he contributed for tonight, “Where should I put the fish and meat?”

Taehyung told you that you could leave and help Gus for now so you showed him where the food was being served. There was a long in the middle of the farm, where Gus’ and Mrs. Kim’s food was going to be sold later on. It was opposite to the little dancefloor your uncle built earlier, he even got a pretty good sound system for the night. You already anticipated seeing all of the older people dance later, it was always very cute to see them be happy. All the tables to sit on were placed in between the dancefloor and the food.

As you were helping Gus’ to carry the food you saw Yoongi and his parents coming up to you.

“Hey cutie,” your best friend greeted you as he put down the three beer crates he was casually caring like they didn’t weigh anything, “How are things going?”

“I’m really excited for tonight,” you cheered with a wide smile on your lips, “My last harvest festival was years ago, I still had to go to bed at eight o’clock at that time.”

He let out a laugh, “Oh, that’s when the fun is just starting.”

You only managed to finish all the work an hour before the first people came to the festival. Within no time the whole farm was filled with people as the sun was slowly going down.

You didn’t expect so many people to actually show up. Not only the whole village was attending tonight’s fest but a lot of them also brought their family from out of town, a lot of faces you’ve never seen before.

It luckily didn’t rain yet and you were hoping it would stay that way for the rest of the night. The sky was dark now and all the candles were lit, making the atmosphere cozy. People were eating, drinking and enjoying themselves, some even danced to the 80′s music that was playing already.

You were sitting on the side of a table, just looking around and appreciating everything as a few of your friends came up to you.

“Don’t you wanna eat something?” Jungkook asked you, nodding towards the table with the food, “We were just about to grab something, join us.”

“Let’s also grab a drink or two,” your cousin, who clearly already had more than just a drink or two, his bright pink cheeks exposing him, shouted as he came up behind Jungkook, Yoongi and Yoongi’s girlfriend.

Your mouth watered as you saw, and especially smelled, the food that was offered. Now you were very thankful that you didn’t have the time to eat all day. All the food looked amazing and you didn’t even know where to start. Hoseok and Namjoon both went for the meat but you wanted to start with something more light for now, looking at all the soups Mrs. Kim made.

“Try mum’s Italian wedding soup, it’s the best,” you flinched lightly as Taehyung came up behind you out of nowhere, his arm casually resting on your shoulder.

You tried to play it cool in front of your friends but inside you were all tense, just because of Tae being so close to you.

“I’ll have that then,” you agreed, telling his mother who was handing out food tonight. Both you and Taehyung offered her to help out earlier but she insisted that you should just enjoy the evening.

“Of course, my darling,” she poured some of the soup into a big cup, giving you and her son a wide smile, “You two look just adorable together.”

You felt yourself blushing but you were pretty sure that no one would notice in the dark.

“Right? We’ve been telling them the whole time,” Hoseok joined, excitement in his eyes, agreeing with his friends’ mother. You heard a deep, frustrated groan from Taehyung.

“Guys,” he squinted his eyes at both of them with a warning glance but he still was resting his arm on you, not even thinking about removing it, “Can you mind your own business? Just for once?”

Yoongi chuckled at the two of you, knowing exactly that you were trying your hardest to keep your cool, “You know they won’t leave you alone until something happens.”

He was right. But you weren’t sure if and when things would happen. And what those things even would be. When it came to Taehyung you felt more clueless than ever before. Not even your math class in senior year seemed that confusing.

“Yeah, because no one in this town knows how to respect the boundaries of other people,” Taehyung bitterly said through gritted teeth, slightly annoyed but everyone just let out a laugh, not taking him seriously, thinking it’s funny that he gets so worked up over some simple teasing.

“I’m sorry (y/n),” Mrs. Kim turned towards you, apologizing, but you could still see a little amused smile on her lips, “I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t mind at all,” you assured her, “Don’t apologize.”

“I’ll go and get us something to drink,” Yoongi offered after he got some food, his lips already pressed against his girlfriend’s neck again before turning to you, “Save us a seat.”

You waited for the rest to get something to eat and wondered what was suddenly going on with Taehyung, he wasn’t leaving your side at all which was pretty unusual for him. Last week he was still too afraid to give you a birthday present in front of the boys and now he was suddenly even touching you in front of everyone?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered for only you to hear as all of you were looking for a table to sit on. On the way, he let go of you but still was walking right next to you. Not that you minded, you enjoyed the sudden attention he was giving you, you just had to get used to it.

“What for?” you asked him, shrugging lightly, “I don’t care if the guys tease us. They think we’re into each other, they won’t stop anyway.”

“Well, they aren’t so dumb after all, huh?” he still whispered to you, chuckling a bit as he turned around to the others, pointing to a free table, “Let’s sit down over there.”

This little shit was flirting with you.

The soup was amazing. The alcohol was pouring. The atmosphere was loud and filled with banter and laughter. Yoongi and his girl were making out in front of everyone in no time, literally being all over each other. Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin were screaming along to ‘Come on Eileen’ playing in the background, doing those stupid fortnite dances to the old music, constantly motivating each other to do stupid moves and having the time of their lives. Namjoon was talking to his girlfriend, the majority of your friends still had no idea that they were actually dating and you wondered how they managed to keep it a secret in such a small town like this.

You were just laughing every now and then, enjoying everyone’s presence - an evening like this was exactly what you needed, full of friends and possibilities to make amazing memories.

Looking back at the fact that in the beginning, you were so afraid to start a new life here was ridiculous by now – this was your home, you were doing the thing you love with people you wouldn’t trade for anything. Not in a hundred years would you have thought that you’d find your happiness in this small town.

You carefully dared to look over to Taehyung, hoping he wouldn’t catch you staring – you felt tingly, it might be the wine or the butterflies in your stomach but you felt so much comfort and happiness that you wanted to explode.

The way he was laughing was making you go insane – you got lost in the wrinkles around his eyes and his side profile that seemed to be the most perfect thing you’ve ever seen. It was so nice and rare to see him letting go, being completely relaxed and warm. The longer you looked at him the more you craved something deep down in your stomach.

It felt like you were in a movie, the world around you blurred and slowing down while all you could concentrate on was the guy next to you: The guy, that used to be so cold to you and opened up step by step, going from thinking you were stealing chickens to flirting with you in front of everyone.

You secretly hoped that the two of you were figuring out the future of your relationship rather sooner than later, slowly growing impatient. It was obvious to anyone who’d spent only five minutes around you: There was an undeniable tension, a chemistry that both of you felt.

Still staring at him while everyone was laughing and talking he stole a glance from you, seeing that your attention was already completely on him. His features softened as soon as his eyes met yours and the big laughter on his face turned into a small but impactful smile - immediately you felt a rush of confidence running through your veins, your heart beating faster. You hated how you were literally melting for him but you knew exactly that you couldn’t fight it so you might as well let him in.

His eyes were still locked with yours, no one daring to break eye contact. You wondered how this moment could feel so intimate when there were literally 200 people gathered around you – it felt like you were all alone, everyone else was busy cracking jokes while the two of you were busy falling in love. Or at least that was what it felt like.

He gave you a small nod before sitting a bit closer to you, your thighs now touching. “Stop flirting with me. I might just break my cool character and blush,” he joked, making you chuckle before the two of you brought your attention back to your friends who were currently cheering for Jungkook and Jimin, both trying to down their beer faster than the other one.

You shook your head, letting out a laugh at them being messy. Taehyung’s hand sneakily rested on your lower back and you hoped it would stay there for a while.

Jimin finished first and laughed at Jungkook, who was still drinking, “Oh, I can’t believe you thought you could win against me. I’m the king when it comes to drinking,” he bragged.

Yoongi, who was for once breaking free from his girlfriend, shook his head at Jimin, “You’re overconfident. Taehyung, finish him.”

Taehyung let out a groan, “Don’t make me do this.”

“Let’s go Taehyungie, I bet I can beat you easily,” Jimin challenged him, knowing exactly how to provoke his friend.

“Dude, don’t do this to yourself, you’ll lose,” Hoseok yelled, “No one can beat Taehyung, you should know better than that.”

“I trained. And Taehyung didn’t show off his skills in a long time, I think you’re underestimating me,” he insisted, opening another bottle of beer and putting it down in front of Tae.

“Jimin, take it easy. It’s your fourth beer in what? Twenty minutes?” you interrupted, “I don’t wanna clean up all alone tomorrow because you are dying.”

“It’s harvest festival (y/n),” he whined while opening another bottle of wine for you, pouring something into your glass, “You gotta start learning how we do it here.”

Taehyung shook his head, letting out another deep sigh, “You have no chance against me,” he held up his beer and waited for Jimin to do the same.

Jimin had a satisfied smile on his lips, ready to give it his all, “I’m going to fight for your title.”

Taehyung let out a laugh, “That’s cute. Much luck trying.”

All of you were counting down from three and the guys started chugging down the beer like it was a life or death situation. It was stupid and childish but all of you were enjoying it, rooting for Tehyung. If all of your friends could agree on one thing then it would be that Jimin needs to be taken down back to earth every now and then.

You looked at him, your mouth slightly open. One thing you definitely didn’t know about Taehyung was how fast he could drink. He always seemed like the most reasonable and mature guy so you were kind of taken by surprise to see how he downed the bottle in the matter of a few seconds.

“Ha!” he let out, laughing as he put his bottle down, “You’re a fool, dude.”

Jimin let out a laugh, shrugging, “Never thought I had a chance, just wanted you to drink a bit. Who’s the fool now?”

“I didn’t know you could drink like that,” you turned to Taehyung.

“This guy used to get so wasted every weekend, he just acts all pure in front of you,” Namjoon exposed his friend, laughing.

You raised your eyebrow at Taehyung, “Oh, let’s see who can handle more then, shall we?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened surprised, not expecting you to challenge him when it comes to drinking, “You might regret that.”

“I don’t mind regretting a thing or two,” you poured the two of you some shots.

“That’s the spirit,” Jimin cheered, opening another bottle of beer.

Taehyung and you were clinking glasses, “To Bertha!” he mentioned his favorite before both of you downed the shots, making a grimace as the bitter liquor went down your throat.

“That shit tastes horrible,” you stated, making him laugh.

“No one said getting drunk is easy,” he countered before immediately pouring you another shot, “But you wanted this. We can stop if you can’t take it, you know.”

“Definitely not,” you scoffed raising your eyebrow at him and holding up the shot glass, “It’s going to be a long, long night.”

“Oh, don’t promise what you can’t keep,” he flirted amused, laughing at you before getting ready to down the next shot, “To you and me.”

Nodding, you gave him a smile, “Whatever that might mean.”

You didn’t know what was faster: The time flying by or your alcohol level rising. It was around midnight now and the night just started. All of you were still drinking eagerly, sharing stupid stories and daring each other to do even more stupid things. The music was loud and the older people were dancing like there’s no tomorrow while you were still sitting at the table, playing cards and taking videos and photos of each other.

Some other girls around your age joined your group, you didn’t know them but the rest did. It was a nice group of people overall.

You still were watching the elders dance, smiling to yourself as your uncle and Taehyung’s mum were dancing with each other, seemingly having the best time.

“Aren’t they cute?” Tae turned to you with a grin, his hand resting right above your knee, slightly squeezing it. You could tell the alcohol had its impact on him because he was getting more touchy by minute, his eyes sparkling.

You nodded, feeling a bit nostalgic seeing them together. They always have been close, both of them lost their significant others early and were left with their children and a whole farm to manage. “It’s nice that they’re having fun. I wish they’d take a break more often.”

Taehyung hummed in agreement, his thumb caressing your leg, “I’m happy Mum has Minwoo. They are always there for each other and talk shit about me and Jimin,” he joked, his eyes still glued to his mother.

He was clearly adoring their little dance while you were adoring him.

“He’s really grateful you’re here.”, you didn’t expect Taehyung to be so serious, a new side of him showing.

“I like being here. Wouldn’t go back,” you told him as you put your hand on top of his, appreciating the moment.

His eyes met yours, not thinking you’d hold his hand in front of everyone, even though no one could see, “You do? I didn’t think you’d fit in or like it here at first if I am honest.”

You let out a laugh, “Yeah, I know. You were very vocal about that if you don’t remember our first encounter as I came back.”

He joined your laughter, giving you an apologetic pout, “I’m sorry. I was being a bit rough, wasn’t I?”

You nodded, “Didn’t expect anything else though. You never opened up towards me when we were younger,” you explained to him in a soft voice, you didn’t want to hurt him with your words.

“I just wondered why you’d move here. I thought it was stupid. What does this little town offer you?” he asked curiously, his eyes glued back to your family.

“This, for example,” you gestured to them, “It’s very heartwarming here. You might not realize because you’ve always been here but this town is full of love.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyebrows a bit, “I bet the actual reason you like it so much here is this cute neighbor of yours.”

You scoffed at his confidence, “Oh, you mean that Taehyung guy? No, he’s just too busy loving himself, I doubt he could ever make time to let someone else in.”

He opened his mouth a bit, acting shocked, “Didn’t you hear?”, he asked you, turning his body to you now to completely face you, “Everyone says he’s a total sucker for you.”

Playing along, you slightly brushed your knees against his, “I don’t think so,” you let out a sigh, “Last week he had the perfect chance to kiss me but instead he threw me into the lake.”

He grinned, not expecting you being so witty. “I’m sure he was just nervous and regrets it very much.”

“I wonder what your sources are. They don’t seem very trustworthy. You know that guy, he has a heart made of stone.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” he came closer to whisper in your ear, “He’s actually a soft man inside.”

“(Y/n)!” your cousin screamed over to you, clearly drunk, ruining your little moment with Taehyung, “Let's go, dance with your favorite cousin.”

You sighed heavily, knowing that refusing won’t work even though you didn’t want the playful banter with Taehyung to end. So a few seconds later you found yourself on the dance floor, jamming to the old classics with your favorite human in town. Taehyung and Yoongi might be close, but no one would beat your family.

The two of you danced around like crazy, exaggerating every move, having fun without any worries for a few songs.

That was until you saw Jimin looking over to the rest of your group, his eyebrows narrowing, a mixture of confusion and anger in his eyes - his jaw clenched as he was glaring somewhere. You followed his gaze to see Taehyung talking to a girl you didn’t know. You didn’t think anything of it at first, he didn’t seem very close to her, maybe even a bit uncomfortable.

“That little shit,” your cousin raised his voice, looking at you, “He better doesn’t do anything stupid.”

You threw him a questioning look, no idea what was going on, “What do you mean? They’re just talking.”

He shook his head, “That’s Elly. Elly and Taehyung are never just talking.“

His ex. What did this mean to you? You didn’t feel jealous somehow. The evening was fine, Taehyung was clearly giving all of his attention to you, the two of you weren’t dating, you didn’t even kiss yet. Of course, you hoped that this would change sooner or later, your feelings for him were undeniable at this point and part of you thought that they weren’t one-sided.

Before you said anything, Jimin was losing his temper, “He can’t treat you like this, (y/n). I’m going to talk to him.”

You laughed at his clearly drunken state, shaking your head, “No no, I can manage my relationships alone, don’t worry.”

He tried to look you in the eyes, failing slightly. You were pretty sure that if you’d ask him to touch his nose right now, he’d miss it by miles.

“Why, of all people, Taehyung? He’s too cold for you. I love this dude but I don’t want you to go through a hard time because of him,” he pouted, suddenly wanting to discuss your love life with you.

You knew you shouldn’t laugh, Jimin was being sincere and caring about you right now but his state was so fucked up that you couldn’t help it, “Let’s get you some water.”

Letting out a heavy sigh because you ignored him, he followed you to the Mins’ table where they were selling drinks.

They immediately let out a laugh, “Oh, Jimin,” Yoongi’s mother said amused at his clearly fucked-up state.

“Can we have a water, please?” you asked her as you held Jimin, wishing he’d stay still.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tried to convince you, “I could do a cartwheel without a problem.”

“Please don’t,” you laughed at his confidence, giving him the cup of water and thanking Yoongi’s mother, “Should we go back to the table?”

He nodded and you walked over to your group of friends, handing Jimin over to Jungkook. Looking around you saw that Taehyung was missing. Just as his ex-girlfriend.

Of course, you couldn’t know if they left together. Maybe Taehyung just went home without saying goodbye. Checking your phone to see if he maybe texted you just disappointed you even more. You hated that you suddenly felt so vulnerable. The evening was so much fun up to this point, the fact that such a tiny thing could ruin your mood completely made you feel foolish.

Not daring to ask Yoongi if he knew where he went or if they left together, knowing he’d try to comfort you, making you feel even worse, you said your goodbyes to your friends, claiming you were tired and needed some sleep.

Walking over to your home luckily was only taking you a minute, considering that the harvest festival was held on your farm. The worst thing about all this was that you didn’t know how to feel. Technically, you had no reason to be mad or jealous, Taehyung and you never did anything more than flirting.

On the other hand though, you liked him, so of course, it hurt you that he was probably enjoying himself with his ex-girlfriend right now. Your head hurt from all the alcohol and overthinking. You wished he would at least have said goodbye to you. Maybe, after all, he wasn’t into you as much as you thought. Today would’ve been his chance to make a move otherwise.

Opening your door you almost got scared to death. Your heartbeat was going crazy fast and you were even more confused than before. Just as you accepted the fact that Taehyung left the party with his ex-girlfriend, he was sitting on your sofa, playing games on his phones, waiting for no one else than you.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in?” you almost screamed, still shocked by the thought that someone broke into your house at first.

He laughed, simply stating, “I know where your spare key is.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “But what are you doing here? Why are you just sitting on my sofa?”

“I wanted to leave the party. But I still wanted to spend time with you.”

“What about Elly?” you blurted out, your eyes immediately widening after you asked, realizing that he and you never talked about her.

He looked at you in shock, “W-What?” you never head him stutter before, “What about her? How do you know?”, the confusion on his face vanished a bit, sighing heavy, “Yoongi told you about her, right?”

You nodded, “It just came up once in a conversation we were having. And when I saw you with her I just assumed you left with her.”

He laughed, looking at you like you were crazy, “Why would I do that?”

You shrugged, not having an answer to his question. “What do I know? Maybe you missed her.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’d waste your time like that. And my time also,” he said softly, “Forget about her. She came up to me as soon as you left, trying to talk so I left.”

You nodded, understanding what was going on now, “So, you decided to break into my house?”

“Oh, I can leave if you want me to.“

“That’s not what I said,” you rolled your eyes. Suddenly, there was a pause. Neither of you were saying anything and you felt unsure of how to continue.

“Shouldn’t we clean outside a bit already?” you asked Taehyung, trying to break the silence so you’d get out of this overwhelming situation.

Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed to be very relaxed, he almost felt at home on your sofa. He stood up, coming closer and closer to you, “It can wait until tomorrow.”

When he stopped, he was right in front of you, your feet were almost touching and if someone would push you at this moment, you surely would land on top of him, which actually sounded pretty nice to you. You nodded, trying to sneakily take a deep breath to calm down, you had no idea why you were so nervous. He’s by far not the first guy you kissed but he might be the one kiss you anticipated the most.

His hand slowly ran up your arm, then down again, giving you goosebumps all over your skin, his gentleness making you fall for him even more. His hand found yours and you looked into his eyes, wanting to drown in them as your stomach felt like it was tied in knots.

A small smile formed on Taehyung’s lips as you locked eyes, not able to have a single clear thought. By now you were sure that tonight would be the night you’d finally have him where you wanted him. All for yourself.

Coming nearer, you felt his upper body almost touching yours, his head was leaning in and you saw him slowly closing his eyes as his free hand found your hip, bringing you even closer to him.

The moment before the actual kiss was already breathtaking enough. The mixed smell of his cologne and the alcohol the two of you drank earlier was making you feel dense. The touch of his hand was already burning but as his nose brushed yours slightly, a rush of adrenaline was sent through your whole body, making your stomach turn and you suddenly felt hot in places you didn’t know he had an impact on until now. It was rather quiet, the only sound you could hear was the muffled music from outside, but you couldn’t figure out what song was playing, only feeling the bass of it. Your heart was beating so fast, you hoped he couldn’t hear it.

But all those little and unimportant things around you vanished as soon as you felt his soft lips, pressed onto yours with the perfect amount pressure. The kiss developed from something shy and soft into the projection of what both of you had been craving secretly for so long in no time. No one dared to break the kiss, not wanting it to be over.

His hand wandered all over your body, from your hip to your waist, to your arms, to your neck, right back down to your lower back until he held onto your thighs.

“Jump,” he mumbled hectic, his voice deeper than usual, between your kisses, not wanting to stop.

“Are you sure?” you asked him carefully.

He chuckled into your kiss, “Never been more sure.”

So you did as he told you and jumped up, your legs now crossed around his hips as he held you up like it was nothing, deepening the kiss once again, your tongue playing with his. Being with him like this was more exciting than you ever could’ve imagined.

Your hand found the nape of his neck, burying itself in his soft hair, as he was carrying you to the sofa he was sitting on just a few minutes ago.

So there you were, on top of Kim Taehyung, straddling his muscular thighs, feeling a heat in your core that you haven’t felt in such a long time but missed so much. The way his hands were exploring your body while his lips were busy kissing every single spot on your jaw and your neck was making you feel like you were going insane, leaving you wanting every single part of him.

A small, rather quiet groan came out of your mouth as he pulled you closer to him, not able to suppress what you were feeling any second longer. He chuckled once more, clearly satisfied with the feelings he was giving you, before giving his attention to your lips again.

His one hand was now on your neck, supporting every movement between the two of you, as his other hand was resting on your hip, slowly making you rock back and forth on him, the tension in both of your pants growing.

Slowly, his hand started to wander under your shirt, to a place where you needed him desperately. He was caressing the skin under your shirt carefully, teasing while taking his time. You wanted nothing more than for him to move them upwards towards your breasts, giving you more and more.

His lips were doing its magic on your neck again, kissing and nibbling on a soft spot under your ear as his hand slowly wandered up until his thumb finally found your nipple under your lace bra, the contact making you flinch a bit because of the intense feeling.

He let out a deep groan, sending shivers down your body and an undeniable friction in your underwear grew, making you rock your hips into him once more.

You started to wonder if you were prepared for what was about to happen, the two of you were just starting and you already felt like a mess, wanting him so much more. But he took his time, enjoying every single second of you on top of him.

His hand was now kneading your breast, the pressure just exactly right as he brushed your nipple every now and then, already knowing its effect on you. Every time he touched your bud lightly you couldn’t help but moan.

You let out a small whine as your breast lost contact with his hand, not wanting him to stop. But as you realized that he was only stopping to pull up your shirt you were more than willing to give him what he wanted. Within seconds you were not only shirtless but also braless, as Taehyung was throwing your bra away to the floor.

He studied what you looked like, wanting to never forget this moment. Leaning back on the couch you saw a satisfied smirk on his lips as his hand found your nipple again. He now was looking right into your eyes and you held eye contact with him, trying not to break it as you got wetter every time his thumb was caressing your nipple.

He enjoyed watching you trying to contain yourself for sure. The smirk on his lip was growing now and his glance was filled with a mixture of lust, adoration and mostly, anticipation of what was going to happen next.

You put your hand on his shoulder to support yourself as you started to dry-hump him, letting out a moan, a louder one this time, as you felt his erection under you.

“Shit,” he moaned, breaking eye contact and throwing his head back, his eyes closed as he bit his lip.

All of a sudden he stopped you from your actions, holding your hips down with both of his hand as he looked at you, frustration all over his face, “(Y/n), are you sure about this? I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once we started.”

Your heart skipped a beat, appreciating his question but you immediately gave him another kiss, this time a bit softer, kissing him deeply, before whispering into his ears. “Don’t you dare to stop now, Taehyung.”

You could hear his chuckle, his breath on your neck giving you goosebumps. “Thank god,” he said before lifting you up without warning you, making you scream a bit, afraid he’d let you fall.

“Be careful, you scared me to death,” you laughed as you were being carried towards your bedroom.

“You think I’d let you fall?” he said amused, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you countered, making him laugh as he arrived in your bedroom, letting you down on top of your bed - now you were under him, lying down as he was still sitting on his knees, taking in the view of your naked upper body right in front of him, for him only.

You did the same - and what a beautiful view it was. He was hovering over you, your legs between his as he was pulling his top over his head, throwing it away before unbuckling his belt as you were running your hand over his toned chest.

Not long until both of you were only left in your underwear. Taehyung slowly removed your pants, before coming back up to you, supporting himself on his elbows as he gave you a deep kiss, adding tongue and caressing your cheek before looking at you. You couldn’t help but smile.

Taehyung gave you a small smile back, his eyes soft, “I love that smile.”

Before you could think about his compliment, one that he never gave you before, before you could get flustered or say anything back he suddenly changed the game completely, fastly pulling your underwear to the side and sliding one finger inside of you while his thumb was rubbing circles against your clit.

Taken aback by his sudden actions, you let out a loud moan, almost a scream, making Taehyungg smirk a bit before his lips wandered down to your neck once again, taking his time with you as he pumped his finger in and out in just the right rhythm. You moved your hip into his movements as his lips kissed down to your chest, his free hand holding your breast while his mouth teasingly played with your nipple, licking it and twirling his tongue around it, making you a moaning mess already.

Your hand was lightly stroking his dick through his boxers, leaving you wanting more. God, the things you wanted him to do with you were unholy.

The way he glanced at you as he was kissing his way down to your core looked like living art. Your whole body wanted him so bad, just the thought of where his mouth would travel to next or how it would feel when you’d finally feel him inside of you was making you go insane. Never before have you wanted something as much and at the same time hoped he’d take his time before.

Arriving at his destination he let out a moan, definitely being into all of this a bit too much too. He started to slowly kiss your inner thighs, holding your legs up a bit, teasing every part around where you wanted him the most.

“Stop teasing,” you whined, wanting him so much more than you currently had.

He chuckled against your core, the warm air making you flinch, “I thought that’s our thing,” before licking along your wet folds and then adding another finger, his tongue giving all its attention to your clit.

The pace in that he was going down on you was making your knees feel weak. He looked so handsome, his forehead in wrinkles as he was concentrating on pleasing you completely, moans vibrating against you.

It didn’t take long for the two of you until you were having sex, the two of you completely concentrating on the sensational feeling for the next moments.

After you finished you laid down on your stomach, not able to really move, as Taehyung let himself fall right next to you, giving your nose a small peck. He was not only out of breath but also still in trance of what had just happened, “I didn’t expect this,” he breathed, calming down from his orgasm.

You giggled a bit, “What? Us having sex?”

The smile he gave you made your heart race like crazy, his messy hair falling into his eyes, “I’m not complaining though.”

For a second you were lying there, letting Taehyung catch his breath and calming down. You felt your legs shaking from the intercourse you just had.

“Feel my legs,” you ordered chuckling, his hand on your thigh in a second as he felt how much you were shaking.

“Glad you liked it,” he laughed before getting up, “I’ll get you a towel, be right back.”

As you were waiting for him to come back you realized what had just happened. After all the flirting and teasing Taehyung and you actually ended up in your bed. The thought made you dizzy, but it could also be from the alcohol you drank. It seemed too good to be true.

Cleaning you up, you suddenly heard a laugh as he grabbed your ass, “I may or may not have left some marks. I’m sorry.”

You turned you head back, squinting your eyes at him, “You’re lucky no one else sees that part of me. The others would tease me to death about that.”

Slowly, he climbed back up to lay next to you, both of you on your stomach, his hand caressing your side, “Apparently they have a bet going on about when we’re going to end up together.”

“I’m not even surprised. Sounds like them,” you closed your eyes, enjoying Taehyung’s affection, “This feels nice.”

He hummed in agreement before giving you a small kiss, his forehead resting next to yours, “I could stay like this forever.”

“Then stay,” you offered, still not opening your eyes. Taehyung was getting a blanket, throwing it over both of you so you wouldn’t freeze, “Don’t leave. Stay here.”

“You want me to?” he asked, his hand now playing with your hair, “Alright, I’ll stay then. Sleep a bit, it’s late and you’re drunk.”

“I will, just give me one more kiss, okay?” you asked him, feeling yourself getting more tired by any passing second.

He chuckled as he came closer to your face once again, holding your face in his hands as he softly pressed his lips onto yours one more time, your naked bodies touching. “Good night, (y/n).”

Falling asleep, everything seemed too good to be true. Taehyung beside you, his scent in your nose as you slowly drifted to sleep in his arms.

As you woke up he was gone. First, you thought you had dreamed about yesterday's events but after a few seconds, you realized that it wasn’t a dream. You got drunk, you had sex, you fell asleep next to him. And now, he was gone.

Standing up, you wrapped your blanket around your naked body, looking for the man that you spend the night with but he was nowhere to be seen.

Well, maybe it was too good to be true.

It’s been five days. Five days since you shared your bed with Taehyung. Five days and your goddamn sheets still smelled like him – or maybe you were hallucinating at this point, wanting just something that reminds you of him around you.

The two of you talked to each other casually when you met on the farm. You said hello and talked about the weather. Shared awkward smiles. And that was about it. It’s not like he was cold to you or anything, he seemed to feel just as helpless and awkward about your drunk night together as you. As much as you loved the night and what happened, you definitely hated the aftermath.

Talking to Yoongi about it didn’t help, sadly. While you appreciate that he always listens to you and is ready to give you advice at any given time, you still had hoped that he’d suggest something else than to give him a bit of time.

The current tension between you was even worse than the sexual tension between you before. You didn’t care if you and Taehyung wouldn’t end up as a couple, of course, you’d like that very much and still hoped that things were going into that direction, but the two of you developed too much to just destroy the nice friendship you built because of feelings getting in the way.

So you decided to visit him that afternoon, feeling anxious as you were walking up the front porch of your neighbors. You barely remember how their house looked like from the inside since it’s been so long since you been inside. The front door stood open and you knocked against it, not wanting to be rude.

“Mrs. Kim?” you called for her as you slowly stepped inside, looking if you could find her but there was no sign of her being home.

Walking up the stairs, you tried to remember which room belonged to Taehyung until you were distracted by something odd and unexpected – suddenly your ears were filled with a beautiful but rather sad piano melody coming from the room on the back of the corridor.

Curious, your feet walked towards the source of the sound, your heart suddenly felt heavy, the sad melody immediately managed to impact your mood, making you feel blue. A part of you wanted to turn around and leave Taehyung alone, just like he probably wanted you to – if you figured out one thing about him over the last few months than it was the fact that this man was a complicated person, hard to read and even harder to talk to, but you decided to accept that. There were only two options: Either you’d work it out with him or you wouldn’t.

You stood in the open door, looking at the back of the man your heart wanted so bad, sitting in front of a big, wooden piano – for a second you couldn’t even believe that he was able to play such a heart touching piece of art, sitting in his room all alone. What a waste it was for him to play all alone, with no one around to hear. It made your heart sting for a second, at this point you liked him too much to go back. Just looking at him being at peace was making you crave to be the woman beside him. After all, he was Kim Taehyung, the one man that managed to surprise you over and over again.

As quiet as possible you walked into the tidy and light room, not wanting to give him a heart attack by creeping up on him but also not wanting him to stop playing. It was a beautiful sight, the way his hands were gliding on the big instrument so smooth and without thinking. You couldn’t see his face yet but you were already swooning over how beautiful he looked.

He looked over his shoulders as you cleared your throat, continuing to play even without paying attention to the keys, giving you an unreadable smile. You sat down on his bed that was placed right beside the piano as he stopped playing.

“Didn’t expect you to come visit me if I am honest,“ Taehyung admitted, almost sounding shy. He seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, knowing exactly that he finally had to face the night you shared a few days ago.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to be able to play the piano so skillfully but yet, here you are, doing exactly that,“ you countered in a soft tone, not wanting him to feel like you were mad at him, “That sounded beautiful.”

He chuckled and you were happy to see him relax a bit, “You think so? It was rather depressing, wasn't it?”

“Matching your mood?” you dared to ask him carefully, trying to address the whole situation somehow.

He stood up from his chair and walked over to you, sitting down next to you on his bed, “It’s my dad’s birthday today. He taught me the song I just played.”

His voice was full of love while talking about his father but you could hear the hidden sadness behind it. You didn’t know about that and suddenly, you felt guilt rushing over you. While you were wondering why he didn't try to solve the obvious problem between you and him he had something way harder to deal with. Looking up at you, he forced a small smile, “Mum and Olli are visiting his grave but I didn’t feel like going.”

Trying to give him any kind of comfort you nodded, pressing your lips into a thin line. You were surprised that he was opening up to you but as sad as the situation was, it was relieving you that he finally talked to someone about it. According to Jimin and Yoongi he tried to avoid this topic as much as he could.

“Why did you stay here?” you asked him, trying to keep the conversation going and show him your support. What you didn’t want was overwhelm him with questions, so you slowly started to see how comfortable he was around you.

He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling, “It’s such a sad place. I feel like we shouldn’t be sad on his birthday, if that makes sense. We should eat his favorite food and drink a beer and stay up too long, playing guitar on the porch. Mum and Dad always sneaked out at night on his birthday, taking drunk walks. They thought I didn’t notice but they were always coming back, laughing loudly. I miss celebrating his birthdays. But it’s hard to be happy on his birthday without him here.”

He laid down on his bed, his head right next to where you were currently sitting. You studied his face, his eyes still glued to the ceiling, not daring to look at you, the woman he hurt by leaving her after having sex with her. The sun outside was setting, leaving Taehyung’s whole room in a golden light, his tan skin was glowing and his light-brown hair shimmering.

While he seemed to be sad on the outside you could see that talking about the memories he made with his father was making him feel lighter. It was nice seeing him talking about his dad - they always have been very close, you still could recall that.

“I still remember him so vividly. He always gifted me self-made jam before I left the city and no other jam, literally not a single one at home was comparable to his,“ you shared your memory with Taehyung, looking out of the big window in his room, admiring the sun, “He has a beautiful soul.”  

When you came over you wouldn't have expected to talk to Taehyung about his father but you knew that everything else, every problem and unsolved question, between the two of you could wait for now.

“I wish I was more like him,“ his voice was nothing more than a mumble, almost inaudible. The sudden craving to hold him came over you, to comfort him in your arms, to kiss him until he felt better. But you held back, as long as you didn’t talk about the obvious.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, daring to lay down beside him – luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. The two of you didn’t touch or cuddled, you just were lying there, on his bed, having a serious and meaningful conversation.

“He was so kind and positive. He told my mother different reasons why he loved her every night. Even after a long day of work he still took his time and practiced the piano with me every night and then brought Olli to bed, reading him a good night story or playing him songs on the guitar until he fell asleep. He taught me so much but still, I could never be so full of love like he used to be.”

“You think too low of yourself, Tae,“ you said determined, meaning it, “I don’t think you see how much your mother appreciates everything you do for her. She knows that you didn’t plan out your life like this but you’re staying here for her. And Olli looks up to you so much, you could do nothing to let him down.”

He shrugged, looking at you for a second, “I don’t feel like that’s enough.”

Feeling heartbroken about hearing him talk so bad about himself, your hand found his in between the two of you, linking it with yours, now it was you who didn't dare to look into his eyes, “Look at us then.”

“What do you mean?” he asked you, confused.

“Since I moved here you gave me so much joy and helped me everywhere you could. You have no idea how much I appreciate all the things you’ve done for me since I came here, complicated tensions between us or not,“ you meant every word.

He scoffed lightly, “I attacked you on your first day, made you churn butter and let you fall into the lake in the middle of the night on your birthday.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at his words, “Well, yes. And I could still kill you for all of those things. But,“ you started, turning your body towards him to look into his eyes, “You also helped me calm the cows during the storm. You gave me the most meaningful birthday present I could’ve thought of. You brought me a basket full of my favorite fruits even though you still deny that you did-”

He let out a soft chuckle before interrupting you, “That wasn’t me,“ he insisted once again with a grin on his face.

“Sure, Kim,“ you rolled your eyes at him picking up this discussion again, “You might think you’re being cold but you’re not at all.”

Now he turned to face you too, both of you lying on the side, looking in each other’s eyes. His brows narrowed as he tried to say something to you, the expression in his eyes seemed to be hurt, maybe even guilty.

A heavy sigh came from his lips before he closed his eyes, “I just left you. That morning. I just got up and left.”

Those words made you freeze. After all, you came here to talk about exactly that but it seemed so wrong right now, “We don’t have to talk abou-”

“I just left,“ he repeated, seeming disappointed with himself, “I never just left someone after having sex with them. There were people that meant way less to me and I still stayed the morning after. I am being a complete asshole to you all the time and still, you don’t hate me. You’re here, trying to make sure I’m okay.”

Keeping quiet was the only thing you could do at that moment. Taehyungs words seemed harsh but the tone in his voice sounded guilty. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say anything – you had no idea what Taehyung was trying to say.

“Tae,“ you finally started after a few seconds, his full attention on you, “This day is hard enough for you already. We don’t have to talk about that right now. I’m not mad at you.”

“You should be though. I know, I am pretty amazing but not even such a godlike man like me shouldn’t treat you like this,“ he joked but both of you knew it was his way of comprehending because he didn’t know how to handle the conversation you were about to have since he always struggled to talk about his feelings, especially sober.

“Why did you leave then?” you asked him the one question you asked yourself over and over again. There could have been millions of options in your mind. Maybe, he regretted it and it was just a drunk mistake. Maybe, the feelings you thought he had for you were just sexually. Maybe, he simply had to go and do something early in the morning. So many maybes that have gone through your head without any idea if any of those maybe’s were right.

“I don’t know. I wish I didn’t,“ he bit his lip nervously, not looking into your eyes anymore, afraid to see your reaction, “Maybe I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” you asked, not sure if you actually wanted to know the answer. You felt many emotions when it came to him. You felt happiness, joy, hope, possibly love. On other days you felt powerless, insecure and confused. What you never felt was being afraid. Pretty sure, you actually felt safe around him.

“I’m not as flawless and strong as I constantly try to convince you I am,“ he sighed, pressing his lips into a straight line, “I couldn’t stand to hurt you because of my own problems. But I still did.”

Slowly you nodded as your heart was sinking deeper and deeper in your stomach, “You’ve got to talk to me. What are you thinking about?”

Taehyung hated this probably even more than you did. He was good in so many things – he was a good friend, a better brother and the best son. He was an amazing cook and apparently, an amazing piano player. He could flirt like no tomorrow and crack jokes around his friends that would make everyone laugh. He could drink a lot and he could make your heart beat faster.

There were countless things he was able to be and to do without any problem. But when it came to talking about his feelings and showing his vulnerable side he failed. You knew that just as good as everyone else but if he wouldn’t talk, you couldn’t continue to work on your relationship.

“I–“ he started but stopped, looking at you sternly while clenching his jaw a bit. His eyebrows furrowed and his expression looked almost pained, trying to find the right words, “I think that I loved the night with you. I did, really. But maybe, it was a bit thoughtless of us.”

“So, what you’re trying to say is that you regret it,“ you stated, trying to just get this conversation over with, hoping he couldn’t see or hear that you felt like he just put a knife in your stomach.

„God, no,“ his answer bursted out of him like a bullet before he started mumbling to himself, „I am truly terrible at this.“

You gave him a few seconds to gather his thoughts even though the silence was deafening. This wasn't how you expected to spend your first time in Taehyung's bed at all.

„I like you, (y/n),“ he then spoke, determined, „Obviously I do. And I think you like me too, or at least I hope you do. But we were drunk and desperate when we had sex and I wanted it to be special.“

You couldn't help but pout at his helpless confession, adoring him even more than before. Within seconds all of your doubts vanished – as long as Taehyung liked you too you would find a way to work everything out. Trying not to let your overflowing happiness show, you gave him a small smirk, „You thought about us having sex?“

Luckily, his body relaxed too, an annoyed smile appearing on his handsome face, „All the time,“ he scrunched his nose, his arm wrapping itself around your waist.

„So, what you're saying is that you ignored me for days because you didn't like the way it happened?“ you asked him, coming back to the actual topic.

Frowning, he sighed, „When you put it like this it sounds stupid.“

„Because it is,“ you insisted, squinting your eyes at him, „I thought you avoided me because you hated me or something like that.“

„I'm so sorry,“ he apologized again, his face coming closer to yours, „Apparently, I'm very bad at this.“

„So, what are we doing now?“ you asked him, feeling a bit anxious even though Taehyung just told you that he liked you too, so you had nothing to worry about.

„First, I want to kiss you if you're fine with that,“ his fingers were drawing little patterns on your waist, „and then I'd like us to become something serious.“

Nodding, you did as he asked and gave him a kiss, his soft lips feeling just as good, if not better, as you remembered them. You felt something like butterflies in your stomach and you thought that Taehyung would probably make fun of you if he knew how jolly he made you feel.

Breaking from the kiss, the most handsome man you've ever seen stared you down for a second, not saying anything.

„We should celebrate,“ he suddenly suggested.

„What do you have in mind?“ you asked him curiously, not once escaping his gaze.

„Let me take you out to dinner,“ his voice was sweet as honey and you were sure you never heard him talk in such a soft tone – it might be the rest of guilt he still felt towards you or the fact that now you officially knew about each other's feelings but you could get used to it. You wanted to get used to it.

„Right now?“ you asked him, wondering if it would be okay considering it was his father's birthday.

„I don't wanna wait a second longer,“ he smirked at his own cheesiness, getting out of his bed to get ready to go.

You joined him, „Stop being so loving. God, where did my cynical Taehyung go?“

Rolling his eyes, he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, walking down the hallway with you. „This changes nothing,“ he gestured between the two of you, „You're still terribly annoying even if we're together now.“

„I could get used to the sound of that,“ you scrunched your nose as your eyes met before you repeated his words, „We're together now.“

Even though he tried to hide it, he was just as excited about the label as you were. You could feel it in the way he touched you and the sparkle in his eyes gave him away.

A few minutes later you were sitting outside of the restaurant in the heart of your city, the marketplace was pretty quiet as it slowly got dark outside, a candle lit on your table.

The owner of the restaurant greeted you, raising his eyebrow and smirking as he saw the two of you together. „Oh, what a nice sight to see the two of you here together. Is this a date by any chance?“

You let Taehyung answer, not knowing if he was okay with telling people yet.

„It's still a secret so you have to keep quiet, please,“ he answered with a proud smile on his lips and you could swear his chest was sticking out a bit.

„What a pretty couple,“ he sang as he went back inside, giving you a bit of time to read the menu and decide on what to eat.

Even though it was almost autumn it was still warm outside – you loved those kind of late summer evenings. Without even having a single sip of alcohol you felt almost tipsy, the man opposite of you making you feel all light and smitten.

„This is the downside of living in such a small town,“ Taehyung started, his skin glowing in the candlelight, „We have zero privacy.“

„I don't mind,“ you shrugged, „They're going to find out sooner or later. It's the charm of towns like ours.“

„I just would like to take you out on a date every now and then without one of the guys crashing it because they see us,“ he explained, „But you're right, it's not as bad here as I make it out to be.“

He took your hand that was resting on the table, caressing it with his thumb. Every touch you two shared make you shiver in anticipation for more. Even though you already knew you were head over heels for him you felt yourself falling deeper every time you touched.

Time went by way too fast for your liking and before you knew it you two had your dinner, your dessert and even some drinks afterwards. The atmosphere was light, both of you enjoying each other's company after not talking for some days.

„I don't want this night to end just yet,“ you pouted. Before you dared to take his hands you glanced around to see if Jimin was anywhere to be seen, not wanting him to disturb your peace.

Your new boyfriend, still a weird thought to call him that, nodded, „I can stay if you want to.“

Before you could say anything he fastly added, „I don't have to though. It's your decision. I can leave too.“

You gave him a weird glance, „You're acting like this would be a first for us.“

Not saying anything he almost froze in front of you, fidgeting with his hands, staring at your door. For a few seconds you mustered him, waiting if he'd say something but nothing came out of his mouth, which was pretty unusual for him.

„Oh god, you're nervous!“ your grin was a mile wide and you clapped your hands amused, „Kim Taehyung is nervous because of me. I can't wait to tell my diary about this.“

Frustration was written all over his face as he closed his eyes as if he couldn't believe himself. „Your diary must be full of my name,“ he mumbled under his breath before looking at you again, the satisfied smile on your face provoking him, „Stop making fun of me.“

As you were searching for your keys in your back he hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss against your hair, “Let’s drink some beer and watch a movie.”

Nodding, you stole a quick kiss from his lips and opened the door, letting the both of you in.

“I’m going to get a blanket,” you informed him, “Get some beers, I’ll meet you in the couch in a minute.

„What do you wanna watch?“ he asked you a few moments later, one leg bent while the other one was spread out on your sofa, his arm spread on the back of it, just waiting for you to join him.

The sight of him comfortably sitting on your sofa gave you the most domestic feeling you've felt in a long time – he seemed to look even better than before somehow.

„Let's watch an animal documentation,“ you responded, sitting down next to him. The blanket you brought from your bedroom spread over the two of you, you dared to cuddle yourself up to him and he seemed to enjoy it as much as you, giving your head a quick kiss, your face resting on his chest.

„You're weird,“ he muttered, „Let's watch a horror movie instead.“

Giving him an unimpressed glance, you sighed, „How cliche.“

You could feel his chuckle going through his chest, „At least it would give me a reason to stay for the night.“

Rolling your eyes, you looked up at him, his glance already on you, „Why? Because you're too afraid of horror movies? Because I am certainly not.“

„I have such a brave girlfriend,“ he acknowledged in a sarcastic tone while opening two beers, handing you one, „Here's to us, babe.“

Clinking your bottles, you took a sip of your beer, „So, you're a babe kind of guy? Wouldn't have thought that.“

„I can call you asshole if you prefer that,“ he said seriously before starting to laugh at his own joke once again.

And with that, the rest of the evening was just as perfect as the first part. It was just you, Taehyung, some beers and Netflix. Every now and then you shared kisses, sometimes those kisses were a bit more passionate and longer, turning into full make-out sessions before Taehyung started to whine because he missed the plot of the movie you were watching.

“God, I’m so happy,” he told you softly as you were slowly falling asleep in his arms, relaxing completely under his touch, “I wanted this for so long.”

You and Taehyung managed to keep your relationship a secret for about two weeks. It took you only two short weeks to decide that it didn’t make any sense to keep it from them. Not only were both of you pretty sure that the relationship between you was serious but also, like always, none of your friends stopped their teasing, making it difficult to stay hidden because their eyes were always on you.

“We have to tell them,” your boyfriend looked at you, “It’s a miracle they didn’t find out yet.”

You chuckled, wrapping your legs around his, “I guess you’re right. But they are going to be so nosey about it. I hate it already.”

It was a late summer Saturday evening, probably one of the lasts warm days for this year and Yoongi decided to gather your friends and your family together for one last barbecue.

Walking outside, you linked your arm with Taehyung’s, something you’ve never done before in front of other people. A part of you almost felt nervous to let the rest know.

“You’re ready?” he asked you, giving you a small wink as you walked towards the big table next to the barbecue grill. Your families were already sitting down on the big table while Yoongi and Hoseok were struggling to get the barbecue grill to work. It was a beautiful evening, the sun was still high but was about to sink, the warm summer breeze felt refreshing and the big table in the garden was full of drinks and food, from meat to salads to bread to vegetables. Yoongi’s parents were there too, currently mixing some cocktails.

Jimin was the first to spot the two of you walking out of your cottage, giving you a confused glance, his eyebrows narrowed. He stopped telling the other a story he was in the middle of, wondering about the sudden skinship. Immediately, everyone turned their heads to where he was looking, wondering what made Jimin speechless.

As you arrived you said nothing, waiting for anyone to say something.

Yoongi looked at you with a big grin on his face. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, pointing onto your linked arms.

“You are fucking with us, aren’t you?”, your cousin asked suspiciously, “Ha Ha. Very funny.”

“No, for once I’m serious,” you replied, amused because he didn’t believe you, “Are you really surprised?”

Mrs. Kim and your uncle looked at each other, a smile on their faces.

“Taehyung, are you serious? You can’t trick your old mother like this, don’t make me excited for something that isn’t true.”

Taehyung chuckled at his mother, nodding, “Don’t worry, mum. I’d never lie to you.”

Jimin still didn’t seem to believe you, “If you’re not kidding you gotta kiss,” he insisted with a sly smirk, thinking that he exposed you now.

You looked at Tae, giving him a questioning glance, not knowing if he’d be comfortable kissing you in front of everyone. But he didn’t seem to care and just shook his head amused before he came closer to give you a short, but still very adorable, kiss on your lips, his arm now around your waist, before turning to Jimin, who looked like he was about to faint.

“Who do you think you are just dating my cousin without asking me for permission?” he yelled angrily, getting ready to fight Taehyung.

You, Yoongi and Hoseok started to laugh out loud as Jimin started to chase after Taehyung.

Sitting down on the table right next to Yoongi’s seat he pinched your cheeks lightly, “Congratulations, finally trapped him, huh?”

You nodded, “Was about time. I was slowly going insane.”

“In a more peaceful minute, you need to tell me all about how it happened, alright?” your best friend said with a satisfied smile on his lips, “And don’t forget me now that you’re in love.”

“How could I ever?” you promised, laughing as Taehyung came back to the table, out of breath from running away from Jimin.

“Your cousin is crazy, (y/n),” he breathed heavily, shaking his head, “Maybe I have to reconsider becoming part of your family.”

“Well, too late now,“ you shrugged as Jimin  joined the table again too, a goofy smile on his face as he turned to you.

“So, I assume I can’t try to set you up with Jungkook anymore, right?” he joked, sitting back down on his chair and opening two cans of beer, one for himself and the other one for you.

„You better watch your mouth,“ your boyfriend warned Jimin, giving him a warning glance.

A few hours later, the sky was pitch-black by now and the stars sparkling, you noticed that Taehyung was gone for quite some time now and decided to go check up on him - you saw him going to the barn earlier.

As you walked over to Taehyung he already noticed you but didn’t look at you yet. Instead, you only saw his back as he was busy giving Bertha some kisses.

“Oh no, don’t worry, Bertha,“ he talked to her, “You’re still my favorite cow, just don’t tell (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing, “You’re trying to make me jealous?”

He turned around, acting as if he didn’t realize you coming on, “Oh no, (y/n),“ his voice was mocking, “You shouldn’t have seen this, I can explain, I promise.”

Laughing at his own joke, he came over to you and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Trying to give you a kiss, you freed yourself from his grip, giving him the cold shoulder.

“No, go and kiss Bertha, if you love her so much,“ you huffed and held your chin up high, trying to stay serious but Taehyung wasn’t having it. Within seconds his arms were wrapped around you once again, now tighter than before so you couldn’t escape if you wanted.

Pulling you into a hug, he locked his eyes with you, a joyful smile on his still so beautiful lips, “You’re so annoying.”

Scoffing, you avoided his eyes, still playing hard to get, „I thought we're over the whole 'you're annoying me' phase.“

„Actually, each time I told you that you're annoying I fell in love with you a bit more,“ your boyfriend confessed, still hugging you tightly before smirking, „But you still were a pain in the ass.“  

You gave him a quick and small kiss before resting your forehead against his, “I want to spend the rest of my life annoying you.”

He let out a small laugh, his eyes closed. “Oh, that’s good,“ suddenly he picked you up, giving you no other chance as to hold onto him, your legs around his waist as he was holding you up, his arms tightly around your waist, “Because I want to spend the rest of my annoying life with you.”