#when i come 2 bed n shes asleep w her face buried in my pillow >

[kingtankgirl]

weh. lov my wife

[mykinkyyandere]

Part 2 of ‘I’m not a child’ ?

I'm Not A Child 2

AO3

Part 1

Pairing: Yandere!Padawan Anakin Skywalker X Jedi Knight! f!Reader

Summary: Anakin's 6 years younger than the reader and madly in love with her.

Warnings: Smut, non-con, swearing, drugged reader, breeding, losing virginity

A/N: I just wanted sth smut so bad and I know it's not the best thing ever but here it is. 😭

She was in her chamber, sleeping. Due to her hard work and lack of sleep, she went to sleep early. But she was so sleepy, especially that day. She thought it was because of a drink she had been drinking. It was probably too much for her tired body. It tasted sweeter than usual. She didn't think much and went to bed after drinking.

She fell asleep, unaware of what was going on outside.

She slept unaware of the attack on the Jedi Temple and the slaughter of the Jedi.

When she woke up, it was too late. As she tried to get out of bed, she realized that her whole body was numb. She couldn't even turn sideways. As panic filled her, a voice rose from the dark corner.

"No need to panic, darling."

She tried to look around as soon as she heard Anakin's voice, but she couldn't even move her head.

Anakin walked and leaned over her face so she could see him. He spoke, looking into her eyes. "I came to get you."

"W-wha-" Her tongue was numb, she couldn't speak.

"Now is not the time for this, my angel. Come here." He took her in his arms and left the room. She was looking at the bodies lying around with tears as he walked quickly.

"No more those fucking rules. You can love me." He kissed the top of her head. "Together we'll rule the galaxy. You'll be my empress. And I'll be a man worthy of you. Powerful and strong."

He left the slained Jedi behind and took her to the High Council Chamber. Laid her on the floor and started to undress her. "Let's show them how we broke their bullshit rules."

After leaving his beloved angel naked, he put the clothes under her head like a pillow and started to undress himself. "I will fill you with my children in this chamber. I will fuck you screaming how much I love you in this chamber."

He leaned down quickly and spread her legs apart, her parted lips between his teeth. "When I feel your walls clenching around me, I'll paint your inside with my cum and it will drip from your sweet little cunt." He rubbed his cock against her pussy. "Our sweat will splash all over the room. Your divine moans will echo all over the walls." He brought his lips to her neck, breasts and stomach. "I'm no longer a child."

He kneaded her soft breasts with his hands while burying his mouth in her pussy. Applying intense pressure to her clit, caressing her entire body. He lifted his head and looked at her tear-filled face. "In time you'll realize what I did was for our own good. I know you mourn those worthless Jedi. But now, as we break their fucking rules, all you can focus on is my big cock."

He went back to torturing her pussy with his mouth and tried to savor it as much as he could. Sniffing deeply and his mouth was seduced by the taste. He slid his tongue between her lips, leaving kisses, letting his moans echo in the chamber. He was discovering the most private and secret parts of his life's love in the Council Chamber. He was dizzy with excitement and dying to get her pregnant.

Breathless, he lifted his head and licked his lips. "You have such a good taste." He licked her pussy entirely. "I'm gonna lose my fucking mind, I don't know what to do." He reached out and kissed her lips savagely. Licked his tongue inside and out of her mouth, cheeks, neck, everywhere. Swallowed her tears hungrily, kneading her ass. His cock throbbed with pain, his precum dripping down his veiny thickness.

He stepped back and stroked his huge cock, watching his angel who was staring at him with fear, eyes filled with lust. "I've become a strong, big man, haven't I? Do you think your cute little virgin pussy can take my long, thick cock?"

He took her little hands and wrapped them around his thickness. His strong growling echoed throughout the room as he stroked himself with her hands. "I've never had sex with anyone before. I've never even looked at anyone but you before. I just wanted you. Only you."

She wanted to scream when she felt the veiny length, but instead let out a moan that drove Anakin crazy. "We're finally gonna have our first with each other. I'll finally feel your tight little walls all around me that I dream about every night."

His cock throbbed hard at the thought. He stopped stroking himself and leaned closer to her face. Rubbed his hardness against her cheeks and lips. Pushed the tip into her mouth. "Oh, I can't believe I'm feeling your sweet body. I can't believe I'm touching your sweet naked body. I love you so much."

Soon he stepped back and took her legs in his arms. Gasped as he positioned himself. "We'll have other days for your sweet little mouth. I don't want to push you the first time."

He let out a strong groan as he slowly entered her, digging his hands into her legs. He was just growling, muttering something meaningless as she moaned in pain.

"Shh... angel... s-so good.. you feel so- I love you."

Finally, his entire length was inside her incredibly tight walls. Anakin couldn't help but move sharply as her blood dripped onto the Council Chamber. "You will be my wife. You will bear my children."

He was drowning in his lust, the bouncing of her breasts as he rushed in and out, making him feel even more animalistic. He leaned down and took one of them with his mouth and let it stretch out.

"I can't take it any longer." He spoke breathlessly. "I wish it was longer and more special, but I can't wait to cum inside you." As his movements became sloppy, he threw his head back, revealing his veiny neck. "It's okay... it's okay... we'll have countless nights. Countless..."

He suddenly started rubbing her clit intensely and rapidly. It was so fast and hasty that she was moaning like crazy. "Cum. Cum around me."

She started to feel something inside of her under his extremely intense and fast touch and he sped up even faster, as if it was possible. "Yeah, that's it. Cum baby."

She finally came with a jolt as intense feelings swept over her. Anakin went crazy. Even though she came, he didn't stop his movements and continued to rub her as he pushed his cock madly inside her.

"Ahhh-" Growling with all his might, he leaned over her and cum, putting her legs on his shoulders. He continued to bury herself in slow and hard movements as his thick, white cum painted her walls. "Mine. Mine. Mine!" He growled with each thrust.

"I. Love. You. Fuck!"

When he came down from the peak, he placed wet kisses on her face as he pulled her hair from her sweaty face. "I love you."

He whispered in her ear, on her lips, on her neck, wherever he could, with his hot breath. "I love you so much."

He stepped back and slowly pulled his length out of her. Looked at his cum leaking on the floor with satisfaction.

He reached out and kissed the teary lips of his sobbing angel. "I love you."

Part 1

[tacticaldiary]

Having a relationship w/ Oikawa based on a bet and the gf heard it when the seijoh 4 talked about it making oikawa panicked when he knows his gf heard it.. ahh angst to fluff? Hehe thank youuuu

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This was fun to write. :)

Betting on You

Pairing: Reader x Oikawa Tooru

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, a lil fluff

He couldn’t lose her, anyone but her. He shouldn’t have accepted the bet. Needless to say, Oikawa Tooru has a lot of regrets right now. Opening up and being vulnerable to his partner was thankfully not one of them, even if it had ended up with them crying in each others arms. 

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Mumbling incoherently, Y/N reaches out next to her in the bed, trying to find the warm body that usually occupied the space next her. Frowning when she feels only the bedsheets, she opens her eyes and squints. There’s no one next to her. 

“Tooru?” she mutters softly, yawning and sitting up. He was always there, clinging to her, holding her close. Strange. She decides to wait for him, wanting his warmth to fall asleep with. The guy was like a living heater, which was useful during cold winter nights like this one. 

Twenty minutes pass and he still doesn’t come back. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N sighs and pulls herself to the edge of the bed, slipping on a pair of slippers. She shivers a little when the cold air hits her skin, but continues slowly towards the door to their shared bedroom. Opening it with a quiet creak, she immediately hears voices. A little confused, she quietly keeps walking, stopping at the doorway to the living room. 

She tilts her head in confusion when she sees Tooru laying on the couch, tapping away at his phone. It appears he’s on a voice call on speaker. 

“Almost three months.”

“Honestly, none of us expected you to last this long.”

Her eyes widen as she hears familiar voices. Matsukawa and Hanamaki?

“You’re still keeping him to that?” Iwaizumi? What were they doing this late at night? The clock on the wall tells her it’s 2 in the morning. 

“Obviously. I thought the money was pretty much guaranteed.”

“Can you blame us? He’s never kept someone around for more than a month.”

“Shut up.” Tooru's quiet voice reaches her ears. What money? What was going on?

“You’re not going to win.” comes Iwaizumi’s annoyed voice. “It’s Y/N.”

“Yeah, but before her it was also Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan and Aiko-Chan and-”

“Alright, I get it. Iwa-Chan’s the only one who’s on my side.” he pouts, cutting off Hanamaki’s annoying high-pitched imitation of him. 

“We still don’t know why. You’re obviously going to lose the bet. It’s inevitable.” Matsukawa claim confidently

...Bet?

“I’ll win in a few days, if you haven’t noticed. Nothing’s gonna happen in a few days.” Tooru rolls his eyes.

“And then you’ll dump her?”

Y/N suddenly feels cold, and it has nothing to do with the weather. Dump her? Bet? WHat was going on? Her mind was racing. Tooru hadn’t indicated that he was unhappy, or wanted to break up. He was always telling her how much he loved her. Was he lying? She felt a little sick at the thought.

“Yeah, the bet was to keep someone around for more than three months. You’ll be done in a few days. What’re you gonna do then?”

What?

“A bet?” she says aloud, her voice hollow with shock.

Tooru jumps and drops his phone, quickly turning around to see his girlfriend looking at him in horror. 

“Y-Y/N-Chan...” he scrambles to his feet and ends the call, wondering how much she had heard. “I thought you were asleep?” he quickly moves towards her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. He freezes when she backs away, shaking her head in disbelief. 

“A bet, Tooru? A bet?” 

“What-? Wait, Y/N...it’s not what you think-”

“Keep me around? You were dating me for a...bet?” her voice starts shaking a little, as she remembers how mere hours ago, he was holding her, assuring her how much he loved her.

“No! I-”

“Am I a game to you? A bet? Are you fucking kidding me?” She nearly laughs, because of course he would only date her for a bet. Of course. 

He frantically shakes his head, reaching out for her again, but thinking better of it when he glares at him with eyes full of unshed tears. His eyes widened. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. “Y/N-Chan, listen to me, please, let me explain.” he sounds panicked. 

She clenches her jaw. “I should have seen this coming. Of course the Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t go out with someone like me.” She lets out a bitter chuckle at his stunned expression. Before he can interrupt, she pushes on. “Why would you, when you have girls, so much more perfect than me, throwing themselves at your feet all the time?”

“Y/N-” he’s trying desperately to get a word in, wincing when she raises her voice to overpower his. 

“Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan.” she imitates, recalling the phone call. Tears she’s tried to keep at bay finally start trickling down and Oikawa’s heart twists painfully, knowing that he was the one who caused it. “Obviously, the only reason you’d consider me was because of a bet, a fucking bet, Tooru.” she cries out angrily. 

“Y/N-Chan, listen to me.” he says seriously, grabbing her shoulder and looking her in the eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the beginning. The bet means nothing to me.”

Her next word feel like a punch to the gut. 

“Bullshit.” she whispers, before repeating herself louder. “Utter bullshit. You never loved me.”

“I did, I do!” he insists. 

“If you did, it wouldn’t have taken a bet for you to ask me out!” she roughly shoves his hands off her. Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore his hurt look. “It’s my fault too, isn’t it? I should’ve known better than to accept dating the Oikawa Tooru, the school heartthrob, notorious for playing around.” her words are laced with venom and self-pity. “There’s always gonna be someone better. Someone prettier, skinner, funnier. I was stupid for thinking you would ever fall for me.” All her insecurities come spilling out, accumulated from months of dating him, enduring the comments whispered under the breath by jealous students, girls openly flirting with her boyfriend. She was stupid to think she would ever be enough.

Pushing past him, wiping her sleeves across her eyes, she storms back into the bedroom, Oikawa at her heels behind her. She grabs her pillow and a blanket, turning back around and moving to the couch in the living room. She does her best to ignore her boyfriend's desperate attempts to gain her attention, begging her to give him a chance to explain. She sets up the items and lays on the couch, pulling the blanket to her chin and turning to face the back of the couch.

She refused to sleep anywhere near him. When he doesn’t stop talking she says coldly:

“Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.”

“No.”

She pauses. “No?”

“Not until you hear me out.” He crosses his arms.

“I’ve heard enough.”

“It’s a misunderstanding. If you’d just let me explain-”

“I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

He was dreading that. He really does love her, so fucking much. He doesn't want to lose her.

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to sleep.” She had never spoken to him in that tone before.

She hears a sigh after a few moments of silence, in which he realises that she was going to be stubborn till the end. Y/N hears him walk away and she buries her face in the blanket, silently crying to herself. She freezes when she hears the bedroom door close with a ‘click’ and footsteps approaching her. She turns around a little, to see Oikawa sitting at the foot of the couch with his own blanket and pillow. He doesn’t look at her, focusing on fluffing his pillow and pulling his thicker, warmer quilt over himself. He was equally as stubborn and wasn’t going to leave her alone like this.

She scoffs and settles back down again, still crying. If he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. The two lay in silence for a good thirty minutes. Y/N had stopped crying, but was still awake because how the hell was she supposed to fall asleep after what she had learnt? 

She’s startled when she suddenly hears Oikawa’s soft voice. “I love you, you know? I really do. Ever since I saw you in Chemistry last year. You caught my eye so quickly, and I flirted with you for weeks before you got the hint.” he laughs breathily. “You didn’t want my attention like everyone else, and I was curious. It felt different to be the one trying to get someone else’s attention.” he takes a deep breath, and she realises with a start that she’s never heard him this vulnerable. He probably thinks she’s asleep. 

“I was planning to ask you out before and I told the others and they laughed at me.” he frowns at the memory. “The assholes thought I was kidding, that I wasn’t serious. Iwa-Chan was the only one who took it seriously. I don’t blame them, cause I’d only ever dated for fun before.” He breathes in deeply again, steadying his voice and Y/N’s eyes widen when she realizes he’s holding back tears. 

“So when they bet that I couldn't last more than 3 months with you, I agreed, but only because I was going to ask you out anyway, and I intended on staying as long as I could. As long as you’d let me stay by your side.” He lets out a sad, watery chuckle, and Y/N feels her stomach drop. She never wanted to hear that sound from him again.

“I...shit, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. You’re the only one for me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.” A strangled, muffled sob, reaches her ears, and it takes all of her willpower to remain still. 

“I’m serious about you...about us. You’re not a game, you never were. I just wanted to be with you. I want to be able to hold you again.” another muffled cry, as he buries his face in his hands. He’d never willingly let anyone see himself like this, not even Y/N. He was glad she was asleep. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, princess.” he stays where he is, sitting up leaning back on the couch, calming himself down, letting out soft hiccups every now and then. 

Y/N is wide awake, thinking over his words. They had to be genuine, right? He had no idea she was awake. He had sounded so...real and vulnerable, nothing like the strong façade he usually put up in front of others. Taking her chances, she discreetly moves, eyes widening when she sees the state he’s in. 

One of his hands is over his mouth, muffling his small sobs, Y/N wants to cry as she realises it’s probably so he doesn’t wake her up. His other hand is clenched tightly in his brown hair, his knees drawn to his chest. His face was blotchy and red and wet with tears. She’s never seen him like this. She moves and he doesn’t notice. 

Sitting directly behind him, she gently grabs the hand in his hair, to which he nearly jumps out of his skin. Y/N would usually laugh at the reaction, if not for the way he was looking up at her. She eases his hand out of his hair and holds it, tugging him up to the couch. He hesitates, before climbing up, sitting on the cushion next to her. 

“You-” his voice wavers, and he tries again. “You were awake?”

She nods, glancing at their connected hands, before staring at the ground. She hears his sharply take in a breath. 

“Y/N...love, I meant it. I meant every word, I swear.” 

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” she mumbles, tugging on his hand again, until they're both laying on the couch. She reaches over and grabs Oikawa’s quilt and pulls it on the two of them. She relaxes against him when his arms automatically wind around her waist and he buries his face in her hair, pressing small kisses on her. Each was an unspoken apology. 

She knows he’s crying when she feels the tears hit her skin. 

He knows she’s crying when he can feel her shaky, irregular breaths.

They lay there, eventually falling asleep clutching each other tightly, both of them hurting on the inside. They would have to have a serious talk tomorrow, but both had a blooming hope that they would pull through. 

Requests are open and Welcome. Thanks for reading!

[bunny-xoxo]

How They Cuddle

karasuno x reader

warning(s): none ! :)

a/n: some sweet luv for the hq boys :) I’m planning on doing a part for the other fandoms I write for too - aot, bnha, & jjk - as well as the rest of the hq teams/characters - so keep an eye out if you’d like! And as always I love interacting w you guys :) feel free to leave comments/flood my inbox :D!

characters: daichi, asahi, sugawara, nishinoya, tanaka, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama, hinata, yachi, & kiyoko

Daichi

He’s a hugger for sure! If you’re on your phone, or reading, or doing anything before bed he’s snuggling up behind you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch what you’re doing - he’s nosey like that. Anyways, being the big spoon is a very convenient cuddling position for that, and he gets to wrap you up and hold you close <3

Through the night though he slowly scoots down off his pillow in his sleep, so when you wake up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your upper back with his arms still squeezing around your midsection so tight you know you’d have to wake him up to get him to let go 😭 he’s also for sure a light snorer, but it’s ok he makes up for it by being cute or whtv 🙄

Asahi

Another spooner! He’s not particularly bias to being the big or little spoon but he just can’t face you 😭

There’s a few reasons: 1) it makes him freak out and it’s like he can feel your eyes on him even if they’re closed. He’ll be constantly peeking one eye open to look at your face and he’s half scared he’s gonna open them and you’re gonna be staring at him like 👁👁 LMAO

2) the breath on his face tickles too much and will eventually start to irritate him and he gets pouty cause it makes it tough to sleep

And 3) what if he’s making a weird face in his sleep and you wake up to see it 😭

So spooning for the win it is

Sugawara

I don’t think he’d be a big fan of being held, it makes him feel too claustrophobic and he’d feel kinda bad moving you off of him if he had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night :( I also think he tosses n turns a bit while sleeping so holding him wouldn’t be the best option anyways, however!

He likes touching/lightly intertwining legs - one reason is because you can kind of get away with it from any angle but still find a comfortable position that suits you, the other reason is because his feet get cold in the middle of the night and this is the easiest way to steal your warmth

Nishinoya

Ok ok, so I know it’s cliche - but I do think he’s a teensy bit too excited for bedtime cuddles! Not in a restless way, he’s just too excited with the act of actually cuddling you, like every time. Day cuddles are different! When the two of you have some alone time and he’s snuggled up with you on the couch, leaving a bunch of kisses (his favorite are Eskimo kisses), periodically grabbing your face so your lips pucker and leaving a dramatic kiss there after he talks about how cute you are (“oh my god you’re so adorable I could crush you ☹️🥺”), and then squeezing you so tight sometimes your back even cracks, it’s fine! You’re not trying to sleep so it’s just sweet Noya doting on you - but you can see how this would be a problem when y’all are tryna get some shut eye 😭

Solution: back to back, but touching so you can still feel each other’s closeness <3, bonus: every time Noya becomes aware your guys’ butts are touching he giggles and wiggles a little until you remind him it’s time to sleep 😭

Tanaka

Ok but he needs to have a hand on your ass and not even in a sexual way 😪🤚🏼 he just grabs on naturally or rests his hand there and sometimes lovingly pats it when he kisses your cheek before either going back to falling asleep or being on his phone or smth :)

He also loves burying his face in your neck, it just feels so soothing to him and he also finds your smell so relaxing and makes him feel all warm inside! Like when he sees you after a long day he loves wrapping you up in a big hug and leaving kisses in the crook of your neck and burying his face there cause he just missed you sm <3

Yamaguchi

Very much like Hinata he also adores being intertwined with you!! He finds it particularly comforting with your face buried in his chest or neck while he has his legs wrapped up with yours. He thinks it’s the best position to lean down and press a kiss to the top of your head (his favorite kind of sweet kiss), which he always does right before he feels himself drifting off to sleep.

He also likes rubbing your back/neck this way until you fall asleep, or while you talk about anything you wanna talk about. Waking up this way is also his favorite, and if you guys have moved in your sleep, you bet he’s pulling you back into a hug. He periodically squeezes you in his arms, leaves feather light kisses to your shoulder, runs his hands up and down your back, sure you probably won’t be asleep for much longer now with all this movement, but he just can’t help it with how sweet you look sleeping! Don’t worry though he’ll keep up the soothing while you wake up and talk about your dreams and what you want for breakfast :)!

Tsukishima

Not much of a cuddly guy throughout the day but when bedtime rolls around you bet your ass he’s expecting some kind of physical affection. His favorite is when he lays on his back with his arm out so you can nuzzle into his side, and once you’re all comfortable he wraps said arm around you to pull you in close.

Your favorite is when he runs his hand up and down your side or draws little designs with his fingers on any exposed skin. His favorite is when you bring your face up to rest in the crook of his neck or rest your head on his chest, any light kisses you leave or the breath that puffs out of you and hits his neck every now and then never fails to give him goosebumps and make him blush.

Kageyama

I don’t think he’s particularly ~stiff cuddling with you but I definitely think it’s not his forte when it comes to bed time! He just finds a comfortable spot - usually on his side or back - and that’s that! He’s found it and is gonna be out in approximately 2 minutes, but he does love feeling you in bed next to him :(

A good compromise he’s decided is reaching his hand out next to him him so he can hold onto your hand while he sleeps, or being the little spoon! It actually feels super comforting to him to feel you all cuddled up to his back and keeping him warm no matter if you’re bigger or smaller than him <3 he also loves the way he has to pry your arms off of him when he has to get up in those early mornings, or the way he feels your face squish up against his back sometimes, he just loves you.

Hinata

He definitely gets hot in his sleep but he love love loves cuddling with you, so you’ll always start off wrapped up in each other somehow. Usually face to face with your legs intertwined cause he thinks talking to each other about any and everything is a good way to wind down before bed - and I mean anything. Sometimes it’s just him asking you odd questions he’s been thinking about recently before one of you remembers you can google it

But no matter how you two fall asleep at first, you always wake up clinging onto his sprawled out body (probably because he’s kicked the blanket onto the floor and you got chilly in your sleep) or far away from him with all the blanket to yourself as he peacefully snores beside you <3

Yachi

Play with her hair and she’s KNOCKED 100%! She also loves either holding you or being held, but there’s got to be SOME kind of holding going on for her heart to feel full <333

She’s also the queen of surprise hugs from behind once you’ve been together for a fair bit and she feels more comfy being publicly affectionate with you! And if you do the same to her it never fails to make her smile or cover her face cause she’s blushing from surprise

“(Y/n)!! You startled me!” And now you have a very excited & giggly gf 😽😽

Kiyoko

I personally see her as a pretty religious back sleeper so the most ideal position is you in her side or you laying between her legs while she holds you and your head is resting on her chest. PERSONALLY she prefers the second one but she leaves it up to you <3

She just thinks it’s most ideal how she could reach down and trace her fingers lightly on the side of your face; or play with your hair if she’s able to; or rub your neck, back, and shoulders to ease any stress from your day. She’s a big giver of private affection and thinks it’s so cute when you’re so tuckered out you she wakes up with a little drool on her shirt. Not to mention your weight and warmth is super comforting to her ! And even if she wouldn’t admit it, she likes being able to use not wanting to move and wake you as an excuse to get 5 more minutes of you cuddling with her.

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[darthwheezely]

dating george weasley and being a ravenclaw

warnings: stupidly [wickedly] hot men named george fabian weasley, kinda smut, cussing fs, angst because our angel is insecure, also i may have almost cried writing this and it’s sO LONG I AM SO SORRY

people that may like this (?): @whiz-bangs78 @vogueweasley @gcdric (whenever you’re back! :)) @theweasleyslut @thehufflepuffwife @lupinsclassroom @wand3ringr0s3 @kitwalker02 @monoscandal @pansydaisy

i’m obsessy espressy w this pic btw please take it for your enjoyment

this man boy

is so enamored with you

he doesn’t even really know a whole lot about you at first, stealing glances from across the great hall

listening intently when you answer questions in class

he starts to memorize the way you roll your eyes when you ask snape a question you can’t answer

and the way you wrinkle your nose when someone stereotypes you based on your house

you’re fiery, but you’re so poised for quick answers and sharp looks

he would pay big money to have you roast him during class like you do to cormac when he tries to hit on you a lot

which earns him many a revenge prank

and then he starts to try and talk to you, rather foolishly at first

but he finds it so intensely sexy the banter you two get involved in during these interactions

“If it isn’t my favorite little bird, Y/N ;)”

“Aren’t there other nests for you to bother, Weasley?”

“None that I find as mildly riveting, my dear, I do love a bird that chirps back”

“Do you like ones that bite, too?”

“I don’t know if your beak is sharp enough, love”

“Come up to me when I’m reading again, and I’ll give you some harder evidence of just how bad my bite is hmm?”

(Unbeknownst to you as you walk away, he’s already got some harder evidence growing in his jeans...)

he doesn’t stop searching you out, determined to prove to you he’s enough

you two after about a week and a half finally go out to hogsmeade on your first date

he takes you to the three broomsticks where you both drink butterbeer and make deep conversation for hours until close

there’s a point where he makes you laugh so hard you snort and spit out some of your butterbeer

which makes him snort and spit out his butterbeer

he realizes a couple things then:

1) he’s obsessed with the way you tell stories or talk passionately about the subjects you love. he adores watching how you light up everywhere in your body and talk so fast at points you can’t breathe

2) he wants to live in your head. he studies the way you think and watches you intently as you process punchlines and stories and memories and he realizes

i need to be something she thinks about

and without realizing it while you’re laughing super hard he puts his hand on the back of your neck and kisses you like it’s the last night on this planet

after about 12 seconds he pulls away and starts to turn red seeing your blank face unmoved

“i-i’m really sorry i promise i didnt mean to be that guy i just-“

and you’re pressing into him everywhere mouth and body and mind and he’s drinking you in like the butterbeer stained on his scarf and he is totally balls deep in love with you

you two are inseparable after that, making it official on the walk back to the castle

if you’re going on a stress tangent about how much work you have, for Beverly negative thought he’ll press a kiss to a pet of your face until you’re giggling and a mess and you’re kissing him back and then you’re on the table in the library...

“Georgie, you’re gonna kill my grades if we keep doing this!”

“You kill me everytime you blink for godric’s sake and yet here I am!”

he is a simp

he says he isn’t but anytime you bring out the “georgie, please” or “love, please” he turns to butter

fred thinks it’s the funniest shit and he capitalizes on it constantly

he calls you his little bird

most specifically his mockingbird because he claims you always set him at ease and make him feel like everything is centered

and he’s right, you do

you center the wild fire in him when he needs to breathe and look around

you see parts of him that aren’t balanced

there’s a night when you walk in on him just curled on his bed crying

your beautiful boy alone and sad and you instinctively start to cry too

You wrap your arms around him as he turns to you and buried his head in your lap. George, my love, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’m not like Fred I’m not like Charlie I’m sure as shit not like Bill I’m not like anyone that’s actually important” he chokes

“George-“

“No, you don’t understand, Y/N. I’m not good enough. For anyone. And I see it and hear about it everyday when my mum brags about how great her kids are and save us for last and when Fred can never shut up about how good he is at EXISTING and I-it swallows me whole, Y/N, I cant feel like this anymore” his body wracks out a harsh sob and you hold him like this

You hold him until he can start to fall asleep and you lay with him until you too, are asleep when he wakes up to tell you

“I love you. Forever, Y/N.”

And you push the hair off his lightly sweaty forehead and tell him “and I love YOU, George Weasley.” and you two fall back asleep happy crying in each other’s arms

he sees you struggle too

struggle with your workload

struggle with your own insecurities of not being good enough for him

telling him you’re just a girl that talks a lot about weird stuff and that you bring him down and he every time cups your face in his hands and pulls you down into him and says

“I love you here.” And kisses your forehead. “I love your mind.” And kisses below your earlobe “and I love you here. How you listen to people and always know what to say” and he kisses your nose “and I love you here, how you snort when you laugh really hard.” And he finally lands on your mouth, staying there for a moment, “and I love you most of all here. When you speak everything in your head and laugh and sing and talk and just breathe, my love. You’ve always been enough in all those places.” He presses one more kiss to your forehead and murmurs “I love you everywhere.”

anyway it’s time for spicy stuff

bow chicka wow wow as Fred would prolly say

George loves fucking you in the library it’s canon

he loves hoisting you on a table or against the stacks and murmuring against your skin how loud you are for him

“Is my little bird wanting to chirp a little louder?” He pries your thighs farther apart prompting a squeak and a small whine. “There it is, love, taking me so well...keep quiet, angel don’t want Pince to know how much of a cockslut you are for me writhing against the shelves do you?”

whew chile anyways

he also likes to touch you when you’re reading to him

but will stop and pull his face away from your neck and your hand from your core when you stop reading to him

“Angel, are you so much of a slut that you can’t focus on the words in front of you?”

“N-no, Georgie, oh my god right there”

“Thereeee, it is-“

mmmmm he’s hot fuck on GOD

when you guys slept together for the first time, he brought you to the *ding ding ding* restricted section after hours

he set up a whole ass blanket and relit the candles and brought pillows

it was very much making love to george and he whispered sweet nothings and praises in your ear the entire time

ugh what a MAN

anyway, TO THE BURROW WE GO!

molly fucking adores you

“My George brought home a beautiful Ravenclaw? Please know, Y/N he is an idiot most of the time and we wouldn’t be hurt if you found an out-“

“JESUS MUM LEAVE ME ALONE SKENSOWOWKWKKW”

again, Fred really does love you and enjoy your company

frequently comments about truly how unconditionally happy George has been, and how happy it makes him to see his younger twin so confident and full of joy

he also wouldn’t say this out loud but the more confident georgie gets, the better his prank plans become

i mean after all - he is the brains of the operations ;)

every chance he gets when you’re around his family or really anyone, he’ll sneak up behind you and plant a hearty kiss on your cheek and a quick “ILOVEYOU” in your ear before running off to do god knows what

oh, y’all bicker constantly

and by bicker i just mean argue about like

aliens

or is Wyoming a state

just like factually dumb but quirky shit

you’ve only had a fight like ONE time

and it was because George took a prank too far with Fred and you didn’t talk to him for an entire day

and because George has a lot of separation anxiety plus fear of abandonment he did not take it really well

You had gone back to your room after dinner in the Great Hall. For the whole day George didn’t eat. You knew because you hadn’t seen him anywhere in the Hall, and none of your classes. When you opened the door you saw him crouching knees pressed to his chest on your bed, he looked like a ghost. He met eyes with you and choked out a sob and ran to you, you opening your arms to hold him. “Please forgive me, Y/N I know you’re hurt but please don’t leave me I’ll be better next time I promise” he got faster and you knew he couldn’t breathe so you just whispered to him you weren’t going to leave you’ll be with him and you’ll stay and mistakes happen, you promise. “Georgie, I promise I’m never leaving. Okay?” He nodded into your shoulder, hunched into you. “I love you so much it hurts.” “I know, Georgie. I know.”

regardless for all his quirks and all his fears and hurts

there is nothing you wouldn’t do

to spend every waking moment with this boy

your love

and he, for the first time, knows he is enough

[deliasqueen]

Battered Love

Summary: Falling in love with Cordelia was easy, but will your brain allow her to love you back.

Warnings: Shitty parents? Idk if that’s a warning but just in case.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: So this may or may not be about my life with actual examples. So um this is my heart poured out into writing, and I’m terrified to post this.

You had been living at the academy for almost a year now. The second you walked in you were completely enthralled with the Supreme’s beauty.

Wanting to know everything about being a witch, you started spending time with her. It started as small lessons in her classroom to spending long hours in the greenhouse. At first the relationship was purely platonic, with a lingering glance here and there, but after a couple months, it started to turn into something more. You two making each other’s preferred morning drinks when you got in the kitchen before the other, lingering touches, and using your greenhouse time to destress and get to know each other better as opposed to practicing spells.

One night in particular had you really feeling a certain way for your favorite witch.

Cordelia was sitting on the bench, and you were lounging on your pillow pile on the floor. You two had been talking about nothing really when Cordelia opened up about her past.

“You know I have an ex-husband, right?” Looking over at Cordelia you see her staring mindlessly at the ceiling, and you were shocked.

“I didn’t know that. May I ask what happened? Only if you want to talk about it of course.”

“You’re fine sweetheart. He was a witch hunter, which was bad enough, but he also cheated on me,”

After a deep exhale she continued, “I felt worse than I could put into words. I hated myself for loving someone who hated who I am. I hated myself for loving someone who put the girls into danger. I hated myself for loving someone who didn’t value me,”

Wishing you could wrap her in your arms, you just listened to what she had to say.

“What made the pain even worse is that my mom was so awful to me. I mean she was always awful to me but this…made it so much worse.”

After hearing her say that, you got up and took her into your arms. You pulled her down into your pillows, and you two fell asleep on the greenhouse floor tangled in each other’s arms that night.

After that night you knew you were truly in love with her, but you were too scared for her to love you back. Hearing your entire life how much your mom hates your dad, and how you are just like him, hearing how much your mom hates you, hearing your mom constantly talk about how if she could leave you two she would, eventually took a toll on your idea of love. No matter how respectful you were, how much of the perfect straight A student you were, no matter how many awards you got, you just weren’t good enough for her. You knew no matter what you did you would never be good enough for anyone to love. You were so afraid that if you let Cordelia in, and let her love you, she would eventually start to hate you just like everyone else. The only thing that gave you a little hope was that Cordelia knows what it’s like to be hated by her mom, no matter how perfect you try to be.

 It was Saturday evening, and the girls were all in the living room having an extremely competitive game of drunk Uno. Skipping tonight because of an assignment you had to get finished, you were sitting in your room when you heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” turning off your music and moving your laptop you looked up to see Cordelia walking in.

“Hi honey, can I sit?” with a sweet smile, she motioned to the spot next to you.

“Of course.” scooting over, you gave her room to sit with you.

“You know the girls are asking for you to come down.” She looked at you with a pout.

“I want to, but I have too much work,” with a frown you motioned to your laptop.

Humming Cordelia just laid her head on your shoulder.

Feeling electricity shoot through your body you murmur, “How come you aren’t downstairs?”

“Why would I be downstairs when my favorite girl is up here alone?” She wrapped her arm around your front snuggling into your shoulder.

When you tensed up, she immediately knew something was wrong.

“Are you ok honey?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Scooting over, tears formed in your eyes and you did everything in your power to not let Delia see.

With a look of pure hurt in her eyes Cordelia said, “Y/n did I do something wrong? You can always tell me if I’m overstepping.”

“No! No, no. It’s not that, it’s just me being complicated.” Quickly you grabbed her hand and ran your thumb across it to get the pained look off her beautiful face.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” With big does eyes Cordelia looked at you and made you want to melt into a big gay puddle.

Quickly trying to decide to open up to her or not is one of the hardest decisions you’ve had to make. You could tell her everything now and have the possibility of being able to love her, and kiss her, and cuddle together, but at the same time what if she hates you and wants nothing to do with you once you two start dating.

Letting your negative thoughts get the best of you, you decide it’s better to live in this eternal torture of not expressing your love than it is to have the love of your life hate you.

“It’s really nothing Cordelia, I’m just stressed and tired from school.”

Cordelia being the ever observant one caught onto you saying her full name. Thinking that she had done something wrong she left your room with a mumbled “goodnight” and went to bed.

Watching Cordelia walk out of your room like a sad puppy broke your heart. You knew you had screwed up. Big time. Regretting every choice you’ve made in your entire life, you disregarded your assignment, laid down, and cried.

 Waking up to a sun filled room on Sunday, you walked downstairs to see your mug in its place inside the cabinet with a missing Cordelia’s. With a big sigh and sadness filling your chest you went back to bed and quickly fell asleep.

Awaking to a knock on your door, you groaned and rolled over to see what time it is. Picking up your phone and squinting from the abrasively bright light, the time read 2:07. Shocked at the fact you slept in so late, you jumped out of bed and answered the door. Opening the door you were met with a very angry Madison and annoyed Zoe.

“You broke Cordy,” snapped Madison.

At a loss for words, you just stared at her with your mouth slightly agape.

“Cordy isn’t being her usual chirpy annoying self. Today she is just mopey, rude, and even more annoying.” With that Zoe elbowed Madison and looked at you.

“Look Cordelia is clearly upset and it’s affecting us. Just whatever happened please fix it, so she starts acting like herself again.” With that they both walked away and left you staring at the Supreme’s door conflicted.

What got to you the most about what the girls told you was that Delia is clearly upset. And that makes you upset. You thought her hating you would be the worst feeling in the world, but the fact that she was upset because of you broke your more than you could’ve ever imagined. You knew now was the time to open up about something you had locked away and buried so deep for so long.

Walking over to Cordelia’s door you hesitated. You knew you wanted to do this, but you were also terrified to do this.

With a light knock to the door, you bit your lip and wanted to run away.

A somber “come in” was all it took for you to swing the door open.

You were met with the sight of Cordelia snuggled up in a blanket reading the book. This was the book of poems you gave her for her birthday a couple months ago. You highlighted all the parts that made you think of her. Things that talked about beauty, grace, and intelligence. You put doodles of flowers and stars in the corners of some pages just because when you think of Delia you’re inspired. She cried when she read through it and told you this was the most special, heartfelt thing she owns.

“I owe you an explanation,” you looked into her sad, red eyes and your heart broke 1,000 times more.

“May I sit?” With a nod from Delia, you sat next to her with just a little space between you two to give you room to breathe.

“Look y/n, I’m really sor-“

Cutting her off with a finger to her soft lips you began, “I want you to know that my reaction yesterday had nothing to do with anything you did. You do not need to be sorry about anything. I should be the one apologizing. I reacted harshly when I shouldn’t have,”

“Y/n you tensed so hard it was like I hurt you.”

“I know, and I shouldn’t have reacted that way. That’s why I owe you an explanation,” Scooting just a bit closer to Delia for her comfort, you prepared yourself to bring up this topic.

“Growing up my parents couldn’t stand each other. They were constantly arguing and fighting no matter where we were. Every year they would have this one massive blow out fight. I had to watch them do awful things to each other and call each other the worst names. Names you would call your enemy in a fight, not something you should ever call someone you love. Constantly watching my dad make my mom feel like she’s nothing and watching my mom shoot off at my dad over tiny things really started to wear down on me. I didn’t know what to feel or who to love when there was just so much anger,” Catching your breath, you didn’t realize tears were trickling down your face until Cordelia wiped them for you.

“And sure, plenty of people’s parents fight, but my biggest issue came from my mom. She was so miserable with my dad, and I was her venting outlet. I had to listen to her talk about how my dad makes her stomach sick and how she can’t stand being married to him. I was also the outlet of her anger. Even without a failed marriage my parents have actual anger issues. Between that and the anger she held in from the way my dad treated her, I had no chance. Delia, she was so mean to me,” Voice cracking on the last sentence, you look at Delia with tears flowing from your eyes and you reached out with grabby hands.

Cordelia quickly scooped you into her arms, and you buried your face into her chest and sobbed. She cooed comforting nothings and gently rubbed your back until you calmed down.

Laying on her chest, you began telling her more, “Ever since I was little, I remember my mom coming home from work and talking about how she wished she didn’t have to come home, she wished she could go somewhere else. I was young and didn’t really understand, but I knew deep down I was hurt my mom got so upset to come home to me. As I got older, it just got worse. Her and my dad started fighting more, so she took that anger out on me. She would constantly scream in my face about how I’m just like him and how she hated both of us. She would follow that with, ‘I would leave here if I had somewhere to go.’ Everything got so much worse when I came out. Well, I didn’t really come out. She forced me to, and I wasn’t ready. She acted awful towards me until my grandma died, and then she tried to be more accpeting. Even after that though, she was still miserable and mean. She would call me a little bitch when I swear I did nothing wrong. I didn’t do ‘bad’ stuff, I made exceptional grades, hell I took the SAT in 7th grade and scored so high I got state recognition, but no matter what I did or how hard I worked it was never enough to please her. It was always I could do better, and it got to the point where that was all I heard. That I was awful, and I could do better.” Tears back in full force you just sank into Cordelia.

Through your sobs you choked out, “The reason why I pushed you away last night was because I love you Delia, and I don’t want you to end up hating me like my parents do. I don’t want to have a relationship just for us to hate each other”

Completely shocked with your confession, Cordelia holds you against her so tightly and whispers as if she’s afraid speaking too loud will break you, “Honey, baby girl, love of my life you are not awful, and I am so proud of you. You are so smart, and talented, and oh so loving. You care about people so much. You always do what you think will help others before you do anything for yourself. You are the most special girl I have ever met; I could never hate you princess. I love you with my entire heart y/n, and my love for you will only grow. Our love is not your parents love. Just because they have the relationship they do, doesn’t mean everyone else does. There is true, honest love in this world y/n, and we have it.”

Sobbing into Cordelia, you are so unbelievably relieved with her response. You feel this sense of love and pride you have never felt before.

Once your sobs had calmed down into small hiccups Cordelia gently pushed your chin up with her finger to look into your eyes. Seeing the red, puffy y/e/c eyes she loves so much made her heart swell. With a soft smile on your face, you looked at her beautiful, full lips and back into her eyes with a pleading look on your face. With that Cordelia pulled you up to her and your lips met in a passionate, soft, and long-overdue kiss.

“I love you so much Delia.” Looking into her honey-colored eyes you felt at home.

“I love you too, more than anything in this world baby girl and not one thing on this Earth will ever change that.” Laying down she pulled you onto her chest.

“Sleep now my sweetheart and know you are so incredibly loved.” Placing a kiss to her chest, you drifted off into the most comforting sleep of your life.

[wonderlustlucas]

four - hwang hyunjin

⇢ prompt They say good things come in fours. Who? Couldn’t tell you, but they especially do during Christmas. Maybe that’s just Saint Nick. ⇢ pairing hyunjin x female reader ⇢ word count 11.7k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings swearing. mentions of alcohol & s e x. teenagerz being teenagerz. insane amount of fluff & stupidity. kind of ends w a smutty cliffhanger. ⇢ summary After suppressing how you felt about Hyunjin back in high school, you thought you were done going back on your feelings. Turns out, a little time apart, the spirit of Christmas, and an accidental nap is the perfect cocktail for falling in love with your best friend.—friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n hello & merry christmas! here is a gift for you all on this very merry day. also, thank you for 1,000 followers! that in itself is one of the best presents i could ask for. thank you for all your kindness & support on my blog & for following me in the first place! it truly means so much to me. i hope you enjoy reading! ♥︎

big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇[now] Sorry! I just woke up

big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇[now] Whats wrong fool

big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇[now] Did u rlly think 12 texts were gonna wake me up?🤦🏻‍♂️ godt damn u on some WACK shit

You roll your eyes in time with each consecutive text that Hyunjin sends, waiting for the lock screen of your phone to blacken after reading them. He’s about as useless as pedals on a wheelchair, you think, ignoring the texts and forcing the device into the snug back pocket of your jeans before transferring the last two excessively packed grocery bags into the trunk of your car with an exhausted huff. Christ, if the bagging lady put one more item in those bags, she would be the one to blame for six cans of soup rolling about the parking lot.

The license plate rattles when you slam the trunk lid closed before hurrying around to the driver’s side and anxiously hopping inside to start blasting the heat. It is obnoxiously chilly for the first of September. Well, not really. Your body is just beginning to get used to the ungodly wrath of summer’s sweltering heat leaving you in a constant state of sweat and nausea for the past three months. Not that you’re complaining, of course. You nearly did somersaults of joy when the morning news reported a temperature of sixty-one degrees with some wind gusts and welcomed the beginning signs of autumn with open arms.

You would never admit to Mom who told yo uon the way out to change out of a tank top or at least wear a jacket, but yes— you are, in fact, cold. But now you have godsent warmth blowing from the vents and the seat warmer on its highest setting beginning to thaw away the goosebumps painted on your skin. Giving your arms one last rub, you lean up enough to retrieve your phone and open the conversation with Hyunjin.

[2:37 PM] YN: please. smell my balls

[2:37 PM] YN: nothings wrong btw. i was GOING to ask if u wanted any specific snacks for tn buttttt someone didn’t answer

[2:37 PM] YN: and excuse u i called too. i may be an idiot but im not stupid

[2:38 PM] YN: ik u would never hear a text when ur having wet dreams of yeji

You stop there with a smug smirk when the three dots on his side appear, knowing you’ve hit his funny bone with this one.

[2:38 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: Bruh

[2:38 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇 :I’ve literally never have had a wet dream ab Yeji pls stop

You cannot fight your shit-eating grin, thumbs circling over the keyboard in thought as he apparently deletes whatever other text he was going to send when the three dots disappear.

[2:38 PM] YN: mmhmmmm

[2:38 PM] YN: because last time you slept over you weren’t whimpering her name in ur sleep

[2:38 PM] YN: sureeeee

You decide to end your teasing there and continue once you’re home. It is starting to get late, after all, and Mom will begin to worry that the creepy employee always in aisle sixteen has abducted you. Plus, you’re cruel and like to watch Hyunjin suffer. Switching the ringer off, you throw your phone into the cupholder and drastically lower the heat and turn off the seat warmer. It’s starting to feel like a sauna in here, and not in a fun way. Can’t understand how anyone enjoys hanging out in a sauna to begin with anyway, but to each their own, you guess.

In the five-minute drive it takes until you are pulling into the driveway, Hyunjin calls three times. He is incredibly peeved at your lack of a response to his distressed texts and still wound up from your text about Yeji. As if! You’re already a clown not realizing his ever-growing affections for you, but to think he had a crush on Yeji? You’re the whole damn circus!

By the time he calls a fifth time, now sat up on his elbow in bed and strumming an annoyed beat of his fingers at his thigh because he really just wants to yell at you for being the most annoying person alive (and maybe to hear your voice, too), you have brought in the last of the bags and look to Mom who has started to put the groceries away and expects you to half-heartedly do the same.

“It’s Hyunjin. He’s having an existential crisis because I haven’t answered his texts,” you explain to her, unenthusiastically holding your phone as it vibrates against your palm. Half of you wants her to ask to finish putting everything away first just so you can torture him even longer. Alas, such extravagant wishes are denied, because when it comes to Hyunjin, your parents would undoubtedly throw you under the bus just to keep that boy happy. And so, just like any other time, Mom’s undying love for Hyunjin has her dismissing you from the kitchen with a hearty laugh.

“Jesus Christ! What?” You hiss, halfway up the stairs when you tap to answer his call on the last ring.

“Wow! Look who finally decided to answer!” Hyunjin shouts back, the swoosh of his sheets once he finally falls back against his pillow again rustling all too loudly through the phone. “I was driving,” you spit, marching into your bedroom and collapsing against your bed, the same rustle of your blankets sounding loudly into his ear. “There’s a thing called the speaker, ___. Ever heard of it?” He retorts, evidently shutting you up and he knows he won this round if your silence is anything to go by.

“Whatever,” you groan, using all your toe strength to kick the sneakers off your feet by their soles, “what was so important that you couldn’t wait and had to call me five billion times?”

“I had a question. And you hurt my feelings.” Well, shit. You can practically hear and see his pout through the phone and your heart positively swells in your chest at how undeniably, unjustifiably cute he is. You sigh.

“I’m sorry for making fun of you about Yeji. I’m going to do it again but next time I promise I won’t pull the wet dream card,” you apologize frankly; because, in all honesty, it would be worse to say you are not going to do it again when you most certainly will. Bullying Hyunjin is fun, what can you say?

Hyunjin heaves an exasperated breath from his lungs because he knows there is no point in arguing with quite possibly the most sarcastic human he knows and that’s the best form of an apology he’s going to get. Whatever. He’ll make sure to wipe his morning snot and droll on your shirt in the morning. “Anyway,” he grumbles, in the background you hear Kkami bark from a few rooms over, “I was going to ask if you wanted to come over my place instead? I know your parents probably want to see me and stuff but mine are out of town for the night so we can sleep in my bed until like three without Mom waking us up to force feed breakfast.” You roll your eyes. Of course your parents want to see him.

“Plus, Mom just put that grey comforter I know you really like on my bed so we can cuddle all night and watch stuff on YouTube,” he quickly adds as a convincing afterthought. He’s really got his sales pitch going on this one. Truth is, you have only slept in his bed with that stupidly soft blanket twice last winter break, but it’s still sweet that he remembers how much you loved it (aka how quickly you fell asleep and how grumpy you were being woken up because it’s just that darn cozy). Either way, you would never pass up an opportunity to snuggle up with Hyunjin in the comfort of his own bed with his citrusy, floral scent on the pillows luring you to sleep.

“My Mom is going to be heartbroken, Hyunjin,” you tease, “but who cares. You had me sold at sleeping until three. Do you still want me to bring the snacks I got?”

“Oh, thank God. I love your Mom’s cooking but I haven’t left bed all day and I really want to keep it that way. And yes, please. I’ve been eating dry cereal for the past two hours.”

“Hyunjin, have you brushed your teeth yet?”

“No. Didn’t you just hear me? I said I’ve been in bed all day. Eating cereal. When would I have brushed my teeth?”

“You’ve officially taken breakfast in bed to a whole new level, Jin. I’ll see you in a few hours. Oh, and please, you have no concept of personal space so make sure you brush your teeth before I come over.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Love ya, bye,” Hyunjin promptly hangs up, probably eager to get back to binging whatever drama he’s watching before you lecture him about his hygiene again. Not that it matters, anyway; chances are, it went in one ear and right out the other and you’re going to drag him out of bed later to brush his teeth.

Damn. You didn’t even get the chance to say love you back. Not that it matters.

It doesn’t, you quickly shut down the pesky thought that keeps you up at night and force it back into the storage part of your brain labeled ‘Deal with Later,’ because, really, you’ll have to think about that later. It’s not that you don’t want to think about it yet… you just don’t have the time to stop and really figure out what your feelings toward Hyunjin actually are. Yeah. That’s it.

And now isn’t the time, you tell yourself, scooting up the mattress in order to bury your face in the pillows to suffocate the pounding throb in your head. Hyunjin is nothing special.

Well, no. That’s a lie. Everything about Hyunjin is special. Anyone with eyes, ears, even a nose can sense that. You had quickly found out just how wonderful he is when you met him freshman year of high school. At the time, he was everyone’s sweetheart by the first day, but it just so happened his eyes were all on you.

He was obviously adorable, and every class you had together he always made a point to talk to you and returned your sarcasm with an impressive level of expertise. So, when it came to him asking you to the first homecoming, the answer was yes without a second thought. But during the last slow dance of the night, with his hands gently holding your waist, he at last listened to his conscience and revealed that as much as he liked you, he truly did not want to date in high school. Or right then, at least. And honestly, you were glad; Hyunjin was quite possibly your favorite person you had met thus far, and you would have rather kept him as a friend than commit to a relationship the second month of school and risk losing him later down the road.

And boy, keep him as a friend you did. As it turned out, Hyunjin grew to be your truest, best friend in high school. Sure, you each had your own friend groups, but the two of you were the iconic pair everybody knew. But strictly platonic, despite the rumors and wishes that went around for the next four years. You like to think that neither of you ever developed feelings past what everyone feels toward their best friend— an innocent, wholesome sort of love.

But when had things changed? Hormones, as always, were definitely a big part of it. Hyunjin was always a cutie, but it wasn’t until he grew into his own skin and developed a newfound confidence did you start to see him differently. Until everyone saw him differently. Neither of you missed the way people stared him down, pupils dilating every time he ran his fingers through the black tufts of his hair, hearts aching for some sort of interaction. Or when you started attending parties, groups of girls would fling themselves at him in a blundering disarray, most of which he would turn down with a gentle dismissal that flew over their heads, too drunk to actually care.

But then there were times his dick made the decision for him, desperation and deprivation weighing in on him and you’d watch with a tight jaw as he’d leave the room with the pretty girl of the night skipping after him. You never realized it was only on those nights did you wind up in the back seat of Han Jisung’s car.

But even after the physical attraction sizzled out over time, things were not the same. Hyunjin wasn’t your hidden little treasure anymore. All eyes were set on him and it took more than a glass of water to swallow your jealousy. But why? Why were you so resentful all of a sudden?

It’s hard to share Hwang Hyunjin, you decided. Once established that you were his main hoe and he was yours, it became a significant burden watching others try and get in between. Not that they did it with a malicious attempt to separate you, but it still hurt. You’re selfish, and you admit it— Hyunjin, quite frankly, is the love of your life. Romantic or not, nothing could change your feelings toward him. It goes beyond his unfathomable beauty and spunky personality. Everything about him from his nose to his hands, to his distaste for onions and the way his face scrunches up when he lets out that giggle of his and even to the way he prefers to sleep against the wall but will force you to when you’re over so he can “protect you in case there’s a monster” all mount into this big, giant section of your heart set aside for Hyunjin.

So despite your efforts to ignore the pang of jealousy each time he would find a potential someone or the joy whenever he’d find his way back because “they kept wanting to hang out in the morning even though I said I don’t wake up before noon,” this Hyunjin-shaped hole in your heart seems to only grow the longer you ignore it. Kind of like every medical condition out there: the longer you ignore it, the worse it gets. So, basically Hyunjin is your heart disease.

Yikes. Sounds a lot worse when you try putting it into words.

Well, he won’t be your heart defect for long if he keeps ruining those pearly whites of his by only brushing once just before bed, you chuckle to yourself, rolling to your side at the sudden lack of oxygen between your face and the pillow. There’s a fleeting moment without thought when you unconsciously reach for your phone to check for any notifications before the fattest revelation of them all falls from the ceiling and smacks you right upside the face.

Shit. Looks like you’ve gone right ahead and totally dissected each and every fiber of your feelings for Hyunjin.

Blinking up at the ceiling, the weight of your emotions isn’t as heavy as you expected them to be. Instead, it’s more of a breath of fresh air, as if you have finally accepted the way things fell instead of ignoring them. Your feelings for Hyunjin have always been there. It just took a little effort to get them out.

Nevertheless, it is going to be difficult hanging out with him in a few hours with your exposed emotions still needing to be processed. Especially when he will pull you to his side and keep you nestled there the entire night. Rubbing your temples, you realize it will take some serious self-control to put everything on the back burner and just enjoy the time spent with Hyunjin.

Sighing, you check the time on your phone again. 3:21 and a text from Hyunjin asking if you could bring green tea.

“Mom!” You yell, defeated. “You were right!”

You used to think Hyunjin lived far away. Truthfully, he’s only fifteen minutes away if you go ten over the speed limit. But the only way to get to his house entails driving through the chaos of the mall and town center, which adds an extra ten minutes sitting through traffic no matter the time of day.

Now, Hyunjin’s college campus is two hours away. Well, technically five from you, since you’re almost three hours away in the opposite direction. So you’re lucky if you get to see him once a month with how hectic school becomes and how difficult it is trying to plan to come home the same weekend. Fortunately, it has worked out this semester. And while you should spend this time with your families, they know how much you crave one another’s company as the weeks drag on. The twenty-two minutes it takes getting to each other’s homes is totally worth it.

You expect Hyunjin to tell you to use the key hidden underneath the resin meditating frog statue in the front garden to unlock the front door when you text him you have arrived, but to your utmost surprise, he’s there, awake, to open the door for you.

“Stinky!” You yell, dropping your things on the floor to burry yourself in his embrace, standing on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck in order to really get the full experience of hugging your favorite giant. “Poopy!” He shouts in return, long arms winding tightly around your waist and even going so far as to lift you up a few inches. God. Hate when he does that.

“Why are you up? I thought I’d have to let myself in with you sleeping all your problems away,” you ask, smiling gratefully when he bends down to pick up your bag. “I realized Kkami hadn’t been out all day, so I came down to let him out and find actual food,” Hyunjin explains as he makes way into the kitchen, opening the back door to let said dog back inside. “Aw, poor thing,” you pout, squatting to scratch at Kkami’s neck when he zooms faster than the speed of light to you, “does that mean you brushed your teeth?”

“I did, actually,” Hyunjin snorts right back, scrunching his nose at you before turning away to open the fridge. Sitting on the floor with Kkami in your lap, you take the opportunity to finally get a good look at Hyunjin now that he’s distracted. And of course, he looks good. Really good. Last time you saw him he still was a brunette, a look he rocked during the spring and summer months. This is the first time you’ve seen the freshly dyed black hair in person. Even though he always looks handsome, something about Hyunjin with black hair completely changes his aura. Brings back memories of how badly you wanted him in high school. You shiver at the thought.

And, to top it all off, how he manages to stay in such disgustingly good shape despite his atrocious eating habits never ceases to amaze you. Like, come on. The boy eats worse than a raccoon seven days out of the week, lives off boba, works out maybe five times a month, dances in his free time and still keeps his body in tiptop shape. God, you hate him. His pediatrician probably hates him, too. You even go as far as to sniff the fries in your dining hall and you gain five pounds.

Even now, he looks unnecessarily regal in the baggy material of his sweatpants and flannel. And the warmth of his kitchen’s ambient lighting does nothing to suppress the heavy thumping of your heart. So casual is his dress, yet how immaculate he looks rummaging the cabinets for a snack.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, the familiar softness of his voice shaking you from your daze as he closes the refrigerator door after his unsuccessful search. Here’s the thing: you really aren’t hungry, but Hyunjin clearly is, so if you say no then all he will be thinking about is food until you decide that you are hungry. “Yeah,” is what you say, nudging Kkami off your crossed legs to stand, “I brought green tea and a few snacks, but we could order Chinese food or something. The place near Dunkin’ and the gas station makes bubble tea now, too.”

Hyunjin’s brows shoot up, flashing his boxy smile. “Is it good?”

“I mean, I’ve only had their pork dumplings and mango tea before, and it was pretty good. I don’t know about their noodles or anything, though,” you shrug, moving to stand beside him at the kitchen island. Distracted by Kkami trying to jump onto the sofa in the living room, you don’t look to Hyunjin until the poor dog is successful in doing so. Startled to find him already gazing down at you, your heart truly is not prepared for him to go right ahead and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. Totally not freaking out or trying to overthink his need to constantly cling, you justify his actions by quickly recalling the time he said, “My head is too godtdamn big for my godtdamn body.” More like his head is too heavy because instead of a brain it’s just a chunk of cement up there. He just needs to rest his head sometimes.

Yeah.

“Mm, I don’t know,” Hyunjin hums, swaying your body with his to an unheard tune. By now, any coherent thought has dissipated into thin air and all you can do is melt against him. “Why?” You manage.

“’Cus if we order anything that means I’ll have to get up and get it.”

“Oh my God, Hyunjin, really?” You laugh. Your hands naturally glide to where his are linked at your stomach, pressing to interlock your fingers overtop his. “If that’s the only reason for your uncertainty than I could always come get it, idiot.”

“No! It’s okay,” Hyunjin says, jumping back before you can even process it, “I’m not that hungry anyway.”

“Ohhh ‘kay,” you laugh breathlessly, whiplashed by the whole thing. Good thing you aren’t hungry, because when was the last time Hyunjin turned down food? Blinking at him precariously, he doesn’t seem to notice until one too many seconds of silence pass by.

“C’mon,” he demands excitedly, jumping back into reality, “my roommate told me to watch this anime called Soul Eater but I wanted to watch it with you.” Once again, before anything can even register past every single That Was Cute™ alarm ringing in your brain, Hyunjin is grabbing your bag and reaching for your hand, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs.

You and Hyunjin binge aforementioned anime until he falls asleep first around 2 AM, only stopping to order food an hour in (he’s an indecisive man indeed), to get up to retrieve it, and to actually eat while catching up. For most of the night, you are able to forget the way his heartbeat against your back mirrored your own in the kitchen. But then, a little while after you fall asleep yourself, Hyunjin unconsciously shifts closer and you spend another hour blinking at his relaxed hand twitching against your abdomen, trying to keep the hurricane inside your heart at bay.

You can’t make it home October. Hyunjin texted you to let you know he was going to be the third weekend in, and you tried desperately to manage your time in order to make it work. But one group project in chem lead to another paper in psych and before you knew it, your roommate was listening to you sob over a boy and curse out your classes.

September left you emotionally wrecked, to be totally honest. You hate Hyunjin and you hate the way he makes you feel and you especially hate how realizing you have a crush on him makes you unsure if everything he does is his way of hinting he feels the same or if he’s always been this touchy and you are just now recognizing it. So, missing a month of seeing your favorite human being essentially means missing another day of trying to decipher which actions of his go in the Friend list, and which go in the Questionable list. And that, my friend, is unacceptable.

You absolutely cannot not go home this month. November is the calm before the storm (the storm being exams looming the second week of December), and while it would be beneficial maybe staying on campus to continue preparing, you tell yourself going home will be just as helpful. Mental breaks, and stuff. Totally not just to see Hyunjin.

Either way, Hyunjin asks you if you would join him on the seventeenth to go to his second cousin’s christening and you absolutely cannot say no when you know how bored Hyunjin gets at family events when they aren’t for him. And so, fast forward to the third Sunday of November and you are ready to pass out ten minutes after entering the church.

“I’m so happy for you two! I always knew you would last into college,” one of Hyunjin’s aunts exclaims, pinching your cheeks but the only pinch you feel is that of your heart.

Clearly she is misinformed, or just prone to jumping to conclusions but yet again, you can’t really blame her with how couple-y you and Hyunjin are. Past the single tunnel vision of your gaze, you watch her smile falter when Hyunjin goes rigid beside you and oh my God this is the most embarrassing moment of my life, his whole family thinks we’re dating and here we are still stuck in each other’s friendz—

“I’m glad you think so, imo,” Hyunjin suddenly picks up, sneaking an arm around to rest his hand on your hip, tugging you close, “I don’t know what I’ll do if she ever decides to leave me.”

It’s nice to think that he means it, to imagine that you are here not as a tag-along but to join him in a family ceremony because you are part of the family. The thought turns your blood to sugar and everything surrounding you falls apart; you listen to the rest of their conversation without processing it, the precise detailing in the marble pillars blurs into a mass of white, and you still feel his strong hold on the curve of your waist yet you are lost in the swam of possibilities.

How lovely it would be to live up to her assumption. To ‘last into college’ as a couple, not as best friends. To be able to call him yours even when you’re not together, to come home and kiss his lips, to sleep in his bed and it mean more than the laziness of blowing up the air mattress. At some point, he leads you into the third pew to sit beside his parents, and when you greet them with a hug all you can think about is them viewing you as more than their son’s friend.

God, you hate it.

You’re not as religious as Hyunjin and his family. But for the first time in years, you find yourself looking to the crucifix during the service and praying to whoever is up there to give you some strength and patience, because Lord do you need it.

Hyunjin is a funny guy.

Or so he thinks.

It’s not that he isn’t funny. It’s just— compared to your friends Minho or Changbin, he isn’t at the top of the list. When you think of Hyunjin, the first words that pop up are soft, loud, and dramatic.

It’s not that he isn’t funny. He’s just weird.

Insanely, ridiculously weird. For example, the time he called Jeongin a vitamin. Or the time he slapped half a bottle of sunscreen on his face. Or his random bouts of dancing at inappropriate moments. Just to name a few.

After the Baptism, Hyunjin acted like nothing happened. Didn’t even bring it up. Not even a joke. After the ceremony, you joined his family for a luncheon, which just involved the two of you being weird and making peculiar dancing videos on SnapChat with the swirly filter and complaining about school for a few hours until he drove you home. Obviously you stopped for food again on the way.

But that was it. Things went on as normal, and you returned to campus later that night and forced the whole experience to the back of your brain. It was officially grind season, and grind season meant studying for exams. No parties. No boys. And certainly no Hyunjin.

You both were home for winter break in the blink of an eye. And in normal Hyunjin style, he sort of vanished for the first week. Probably catching up on his strict sleeping schedule, you presumed, and accepted the fact that it was going to be a few days before you saw or even heard from him. The only anticipation you felt was wanting to give him his Christmas gift.

After what seems like an eternity away from Hyunjin, you get out of the shower on this fine Saturday before Christmas to find a slew of texts from him.

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: Aloha mamacita

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: How do u feel about getting froyo tn

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: We can get fat and then u can sleepover aaaand

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: We can stare at the wall for a few hours

[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: And

[5:53 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: *cough*

[5:53 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: Exchange Jesus gifts

See? Weird. Who wants froyo when it’s thirty degrees out?

[5:53 PM] YN: “aloha mamacita”

[5:53 PM] YN: uHmmmMMM

[5:53 PM] YN: im down mr president

[5:54 PM] YN: why do u want ice cream in winter tho. don’t u want like

[5:54 PM] YN: hot chocolate or seomthing

Obviously not. Two hours later, Hyunjin arrives to pick you up for froyo despite all your efforts in convincing him maybe you could take the train to the city and watch a light show, or simply drive around and swoon over the rich people houses and their Christmas decorations. He didn’t budge. This leads you to your second question of the day: why is it that when you threw on sweats for the occasion you called yourself a hag, but upon entering Hyunjin’s car you make a mental note of how hot he looks when he’s wearing the same exact thing? You groan at the thought. It’s because it’s Hyunjin, of course.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle,” he greets, flicking your forehead once you settle into the seat of his Subaru WRX because he’s a hotshot and likes to flex that he can drive a manual. Not really— the car is absolute garbage by now, having been his Dad’s old car (his Dad likes to flex too, apparently). However, Hyunjin takes care of it enough for it to seem five years old instead of ten, and, either way, watching him work the stick shift is unexplainably hot.

You swat his hand away. “Drive, bitch,” you huff, twisting to buckle yourself in. Once he’s reversed out of your driveway, you glance back to find him fighting against a devilish smirk.

“So,” you start once he has navigated out of your neighborhood. His brow twitches up. “Are you taking Hawaiian and French at school? You’ve been throwing quite a lot of languages at me recently.” Hyunjin shoots you an unamused look. You return it with a wrinkle of your nose.

“Anyway,” he ignores your teasing, pausing to switch gears for whatever reason so he can make it through a yellow light, “how did your exams go?”

“Well, you know…” You trail off, looking to your window. It feels a lot later than eight o’clock. With it getting dark so early in the evening nowadays, it feels as if nighttime is always following you.

“You know… what?” Hyunjin interrupts your daze, concern laced in his voice. “They were fine. I passed everything, I’m just worried about my major,” you explain sadly, barely glancing at him before you are turning back to the window to stare at the moon. Must be nice being a moon. Just get to hang out in the sky watching everyone and being watched.

“I mean, if you want to switch, now’s the time. Better do it now before the second semester,” Hyunjin advises, wise as always. Not really, but he’s right. “What are you thinking of going into?”

Yikes. He’s going to kill you.

“Nursing,” you blurt.

“Oh my Lanta, ___, are you serious?” He groans, stopping at a convenient red light presenting the perfect opportunity for him to smack his forehead on the wheel. Dramatic. “How are you gonna manage that? You’ll practically be two years behind everyone else!”

“I know,” you sigh, throwing your head back on the headrest, “that’s the problem. Bio just isn’t doing it for me. I don’t think I can spend the rest of my life in a lab watching mitosis. I need something more rewarding, so theoretically nursing is a perfect start. I don’t know, though.”

“Why don’t you switch to interior design or something? We could get our own HGTV show, ___,” he says, but you don’t meet his gaze when he glances over because beneath his words, you can sense some serious hopefulness. Interior design would be cool, but you’ve never considered that as a career choice. You once helped your parents pick out everything when they redid a bathroom at home and that turned out great, but as a major?

“I don’t know, man. I’ll have to talk to my counselor about it, I guess,” you shrug, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head and tightening the drawstrings until the material covers your eyes, “why can’t you audition to be a K-pop star or something? I could be your manager. Heck, even your makeup artist. I’ve done your makeup before, remember?”

Hyunjin laughs, loud, and the sound sinks deep into your heart and makes you feel warm all over. Stress? Gone.

For the next few minutes or so, the ride is comfortably quiet. At some point, he turns on the radio and Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” floods your brain and reminds you to look forward to exchanging Christmas gifts later. God, you hope he likes it. You really went out on the sentimental gifts this year.

Hood shielding your vision, you jump when his large hand suddenly comes to grab the top of your head, squeezing hard and you imagine he’s trying to press some hopefulness into your brain. “Hand on the penis stick, Hwang,” you bark, blindly reaching for his own head across the way and pulling his ear when you do so. Good Lord, you hope no one can see into the car because… what.

Hyunjin lets out a giggle this time, reaching to pull you into a headlock and even though he’s got your head shoved up against his sturdy chest and goes on to give you a noogie, you’re stuck being all high and loopy on the sound of his happiness. And hey, it’s nice to know you’re the cause of it.

“We’re literally parked, idiot. If you had your hood down you would’ve realized,” Hyunjin snickers, releasing you after watching you struggle for a few seconds. Jerking away from him, you swiftly pull back your hood. “Oh,” you laugh, reading the flashy Yogo Factory sign above the building in front of you, “you could’ve just told me instead of watching me bask in misery.”

Hyunjin suitably ignores your moaning and groaning by getting out of the car and standing in front of the car, illuminated by the headlights. Why? Why must he look so scrumptious in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants and four-year-old white Nike sneakers? He has no gosh darn right!

After fixing the mess he made of your hair, you at last join him outside the car, shooting him another glare and moving ahead of him to open the shop’s door without waiting for him. “From now on, we have to start texting each other what we’re wearing before we go out, ‘cus this looks a little ri-donk-ulous,” Hyunjin whispers in your ear as you make your way to the cup selection, trying to ignore all the stares you— no, he is getting along the way.

“What do you mean?” You ask, plucking two medium sized cups up before turning to look at him. Then you look down at yourself. Oh. Looks like you’re both wearing the hoodie from junior spirit week. “Nice.” Just Couple Things™!

Back to Hyunjin being weird— why did he drag you all the way out here just to get a cup of chocolate frozen yogurt and maybe half a scoop of peanut butter chips?

Meanwhile, he watches in absolute disgust as you blow through your own dessert. Vanilla yogurt with probably every topping offered because you physically cannot make a decision, especially when they have chunks of cookie dough up there.

“So,” Hyunjin starts, trying not to look you in the eye considering you look like a goblin shoveling globs of diabetes down your throat, “have you talked to Jisung recently?”

You choke on a Fruity Pebble at his inquiry, prompting him to reach across the table and slap your back a few times until your esophagus is cleared. “Ugh,” clearing your throat one last time, you take a few sips of water while shooting him a glare. Jisung? Really? “How dense are you?” You hiss unintentionally.

Hyunjin raises his hands in defense. “Just a question.”

Yeah, just a question. Dumbass. “I mean,” you laugh awkwardly, “not really. We have a streak on Snap and sometimes we’ll talk occasionally but I don’t text him every day or anything. How about you?”

He shrugs, concentrating instead on stirring his yogurt into a goopy mess. “Eh. We still use our group chat a lot but that’s it. He’s too busy making music in Malaysia.”

You chuckle at this, picking out the boba from your own cup and leaving the rest now that it has started to look like something sold at the Chum Bucket. “That sucks,” you offer, not the best at giving him consolidation, you opt for linking your feet around his own in some weird act of intimacy, “isn’t he coming home for the holidays, though? I’m sure you can all have a reunion soon.”

“Yeah, he is,” Hyunjin hums, suddenly too focused on trying to escape your trap under the table. Annoyed Hyunjin is cute. “Stoooop,” he whines, kicking at your shins before breaking into boisterous laughter at your relentlessness, “I will not hesitate to throw this cup at your face.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoff, “I’d like to see you try.”

At this, Hyunjin drops his stupidly long arms beneath the table and easily captures your foot by the ankle, pulling hard enough for you to slip down your side of the booth. “Hyunjin!” You shriek, panicking slightly at your sweaty hand’s insecure grip against the leather. You’re going to fall. You’re going to fall flat on your ass underneath a table at a frozen yogurt place because the boy you like pulled your foot too hard. Fantastic. Ignoring you, he starts to wiggle your shoe off your foot no matter how hard you try to squirm out of his relentless grip. “Stop trying to eat my toes in the middle of Yogo!”

Finally, he releases your foot, letting it fall limp against his thigh.

“God,” you huff, breathless as you squirm back up your seat, cheeks burning ferociously, “you are such an ass.”

Behind the playful smirk he fails to hide, something darker glints in Hyunjin’s eyes and it makes your heart skip a beat. Then, “We should go.” The suggestion makes the heat of your blush scorch even hotter down your neck and you instinctively turn away, only to find the customers on the other side of the shop watching you with just as perturbed looks. Fantastic, part two.

“Okie,” you squeak out, blinking after him in complete and total bewilderment as to what just happened when he gets up to throw his trash away. Whatever. Following after him, you too toss your cup out before quickly finding your hand engulfed by his larger one as he leads you back outside, the sudden sharpness of the cold air bringing tears to your eyes. You desperately want to ask him what that was about, or why he’s acting so sneaky, but you stay silent, too afraid your voice will come out shaky and vulnerable. Instead, you let him tug you into his side and try to keep up with him no matter how badly your knees threaten to buckle with each glance you sneak up at him.

It’s silent when you enter the car, watching warily as he reverses out of the parking spot and maneuvers through the lot. Your heart rate seemingly cannot slow itself down, adrenaline taking the place of oxygen the longer you stare at him, at the concentrated scrunch to his face, at the cute tip of his button nose and at the swell of his lips and you distantly wonder what would happen if you pulled him into a kiss at the next red light.

In the midst of your daydream Hyunjin clears his throat, bringing you back to reality and you realize with a startle that he has caught you. Jesus Christ! What has gotten into you? You mentally smack yourself upside the head, instantly turning away from his cocky little gaze and staring straight ahead in search of something else to focus on. “___,” he sing-songs, slow and sensual and entirely demolishing the walls you have built around yourself. It is at this red light you wish to simply open the door and run.

“Yes?” You manage, wincing at how small your voice sounds and while looking out his window instead of into his eyes, you notice him grip the steering wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white. The tension is insurmountable, weighing in heavily on your chest and you desperately wish to arrive home, even though that means having to survive the next twelve hours with him. Anything is better than the small confines of his car.

“What do you want to do when we get home?” He asks, cool as a cucumber. You pale. It is a dangerous question and you do not know if he realizes that. “Um,” you cough, scooting to sit up straight, “whatever you want.” You whisper the last part, genuinely petrified because you have absolutely no idea if your brain is twisting everything to make it seem like Hyunjin is flirting or if things are totally normal. No idea.

“Hm,” he offers, tilting his head in thought, “we shall see.”

Yeah. We shall.

The rest of the ride is quiet, comfortably or uncomfortably you cannot say because you are too busy trying to calm the Spongebob burning office scene occurring inside your own head, hopelessly telling yourself that everything is fine, Hyunjin’s fine, you’re fine. Just pretend like nothing happened, you tell yourself when Hyunjin pulls into his driveway with practiced ease. “Ugh,” he groans after retrieving your bag from the back seat, and you watch with a raised brow as he skips up to his porch, yelling, “I have to pee!”

“Begone with you, piss boy,” you tease, holding the screen door open for him as he struggles to unlock the storm door and pulling on one of his hoodie’s drawstrings just to annoy him. “Stop,” he growls, low and playful but nevertheless sending a swarm of butterflies to your tummy. You ignore him. Finally unlocking the door, Hyunjin shoves the keys into his pocket and seizes your wrist, yanking your arm down with enough force to nearly topple you into him. “Why are you being so annoying tonight?” He frowns at you, nose and brows scrunched in irritation and it is only because of his proximity do you finally soften up.

“Sorry,” you pout back, bringing your other hand up to boop his nose, “I just missed ya.”

“Ew,” he snorts, stepping past the threshold and kicking off his shoes. You follow suit, closing the door behind you and clicking the lock into place as Kkami comes sprinting over. “B-R-B,” Hyunjin announces, presumably bouncing away to the bathroom.

“Oh, boy,” you huff, squatting to pick up the fluffy little dog and hugging him close to your chest, “your dad is making my life very difficult.” Pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head, you put Kkami back down and grab your bag before heading upstairs, knowing Hyunjin is going to take his grand old time and probably take a shit while he’s at it. Plus, you’re impatient and dying to take your bra off.

Aside from what light his Gudetama nightlight offers, Hyunjin’s room is ultimately left dark. Here’s the thing: he used to have a lamp on his dresser, but then he took it with him to college and only brings it home for summer because he’s lazy and sleeps the majority of the time he’s home, anyway. Instead, he put up his little remote-controlled Christmas tree in addition to the lava lamp he has beside his bed. Perfect. For Hyunjin, at least.

Switching both of these on, their subtle glow offers just enough to keep you from banging your toe against something. It’s happened one too many times. Hyunjin’s room isn’t messy— he really isn’t a messy person to begin with, but he will reorganize the furniture in his room fifty times a year and you never know where the crooked leg to his bedside table will be to ambush your pinky toe.

Setting your bag onto his bed, you excitedly fumble past all your layers and unclasp your bra, maneuvering out of it with a delighted exhale just as Hyunjin begins his ascent up the stairs, steps creaking loudly under his heavy trudging. “I’m an idiot,” he grumbles, leaning against the doorframe to catch his breath.

You don’t bother to look at him, opting to quickly retort instead, “We been knew.”

“Ugh,” Hyunjin groans, exasperated, and you finally turn to him after successfully jamming aforementioned undergarment into your bag, “anyways. I don’t know why I didn’t just come up here, because I have to wash my face anyway and you do too and now we’re both going to have to share a sink.”

“Aw,” you coo, tone dripping with sarcasm as you pat his arm, “poor baby has to share the bathroom.”

“I’m actually going to strangle you,” he sighs, nevertheless following after you into the bathroom.

“Kinky.”

Hyunjin glares, unamused as he opens a drawer for his pink bow hairband and your striped pink and blue one that he bought for you, but keeps here for sleepovers. Yeah. He throws it to your face. “Sorry,” you offer, pulling the soft headband up to hold your hair back, “I’ll try to stop. I’m just so used to annoying you.”

“Clearly,” he scoffs, flashing his stupidly cute teasing smile and in your head, you imagine raising a white flag in surrender— he’s got you, he’s won, it’s over. Time to call it quits and head home. Evidently shut up (for now), you offer him a roll of your eyes before turning on the sink to wet your hands before pumping out some of his scrumptious watermelon face wash. Maybe if you scrub hard enough, you’ll manage to rinse away all the overwhelming thoughts of the night, too.

Barefaced Hyunjin is immaculate. Well, Hyunjin is immaculate twenty-four hours out of the day, but barefaced, freshly washed, hair messy, ready for bed Hyunjin is immaculate, and you are one of the few people lucky enough to see this eighth wonder of the world as often as you do.

Now, maybe it has something to do with the unexpected ambiance the light from his laptop, Christmas lights, and lava lamp have created together that makes him look so unfairly beautiful at this given moment. Or, you’re just insanely pussywhipped and looking for an excuse. You try not to think about it.

“Why are you so squirmy tonight?” He asks, frustrated enough to interrupt Kermit singing ‘Shawty I don’t mind’ playing from his laptop. “I’m not,” you defend, a weak argument indeed, given that you have just finished adjusting your position beside him for the umpteenth time.

“I mean, four female Ghostbusters? The feminists are taking over! I’m an ad—”

“___, you’ve touched my dick like four times. Don’t try and tell me you’re not squirmy. What’s wrong?” Hyunjin interrupts a second Vine, and even goes on to talk over ‘I have the power of God and anime on my side!’ like a lunatic. Oh Christ, you have? Surely you would have noticed. “Sorry,” you mumble, embarrassed as you bury your face into the curve of his pectoral and instinctively move your leg settled between his away, “I’m just hot, to be honest.” Technically, it is not a lie. Hyunjin’s family definitely keeps their thermostat at a higher temperature than yours and you always manage to sweat your ass off every time you come over. This time, however, you are certain it has more to do with the assault your heart is facing rather than your sweat glands.

At the sound of his tap against the spacebar to pause the video, you wordlessly and reluctantly sit up from your comfortable spot beside him in order to rid yourself of your heavy sweatshirt. Now, here lies the problem. Sweatshirt: off. Nipples: out. Realistically, Hyunjin has seen your boobs a number of times over the past few years, and even if he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye. But right now, your heart is on the line, you’re embarrassed and you’re trying to play it extremely safe.

You toss the hoodie to the floor and nestle right back where you were anyway, slinging your right arm over his torso and ignoring his sharp intake of breath when you snuggle closer. “Better?” He asks, voice strained and it literally makes you nauseous. “Yep.”

He resumes the video. You had started early in the night watching Pom Poko, which unsurprisingly ended with the two of you crying at the bittersweet ending, then moved to TikTok compilations on YouTube to cheer up before moving on from them and onto the classic Vine compilations. You paid good attention for the most part, chuckling along with him to ‘What up, I’m Jared, I’m nineteen and I never fucking learned how to read,’ ‘Bruh chill, I don’t know why you in a big time rush,’ and all the other absolute comedic masterpieces. But after the fourth or fifth video of the same six second clips with an occasional rare one, you began to grow bored and decided to do what you do best: admire Hyunjin.

Sure, ‘Come get yo juice!’ followed by the loud smash of the oven made you smile, but you found the flashing lights casting shadows beneath Hyunjin’s eyes and lips much more fascinating. Of course, this is not the first time you have been held so close to him. But it is, however, all too easy to get lost in the sight of him and you’ve noticed recently that you are in desperate need of a map. Whether it’s due to your time away from him or simply an appreciation for untouched beauty you do not know.

Even now, your gaze flickers to his laptop once you hear ‘Get to Del Taco,’ but having already watched it five thousand times you tilt your head upward to catch Hyunjin’s silent giggle at ‘free-sha-voca-do.’ It’s a vicious cycle, really, going back and forth between wanting to simply enjoy the night and realizing enjoying the night lies totally in Hyunjin’s presence. And so, you continue to fall into this trap each time until you pay no mind to the videos at all, basking in the brilliance of Hyunjin’s joyous smile and the warmth his happiness makes you feel. It is this thought that slowly tugs you to sleep, a fight to keep your heavy eyelids open lost until finally, you give in to the comfort and allow yourself to drift off to the sound of ‘Step the fuck up, Kyle.’

You think you are dreaming.

You think.

“___,” the softness of Hyunjin’s voice at the crown of your head eases you from the clutches of sleep and you stretch your locked limbs before curling further into his side. “We didn’t open presents.” Even though you can’t see him, you can hear his pout, and you realize you must be awake to hear the disappointed words caught sluggishly between his lips so vividly. You hum, hesitant to open your eyes because you really want to go back to sleep. Just for a little while. And so, you ask, “What time is it?”

“Just past two,” he whispers.

You hum again, trying to formulate a sensible sentence in the parts of your brain still asleep, “We can… wake up at four. And open gifts. Okay?”

“Okay, weirdo,” Hyunjin chuckles to himself, sliding lower down the mattress after shutting his laptop.

You think you are dreaming.

You think.

You can’t remember ever falling asleep facing each other. But yet again, your brain is clouded beyond capability and now, you know for certain you are dreaming. Hyunjin never faces you.

Blinking slowly, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the impenetrable darkness and you struggle to make out the features of Hyunjin’s face. You know you are dreaming, and so you tug him closer, throwing a leg over his thigh and an arm over his waist. Even in your sleep, you feel the sadness pricking at your heart, for even it knows this is only what dreams are made of. You like to make the best of it.

“You know I love you, Jinnie, right?” Your voice comes out funny, drawn out and mumbled like your tongue is numb and you fight the urge to feel for yourself.

“Of course I do. I love you too.” His reply surprises you. You thought he was asleep and, either way, hearing such fond words from him puts your heart at ease. He must be misunderstood.

“No. I mean like… I like you, love you. Like I want to kiss you… kiss you good morning and before bed love you. Send you hearts and take stupid couple pics and… go on dumb dates love you. You know?” Your words feel garbled and incomprehensible the longer you go on, trying to express how you feel when nothing is real proving to be increasingly difficult. God, if only you could do it when things are real.

You start to feel yourself slipping as he mutters a reply, mind in free fall and fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s whispering and you can’t hear him but you are too tired and helpless to wake yourself up to hear it. No, too lost in the next dream to go back. You can’t tell what is real and what isn’t. Christ, were you awake? You can’t tell. All you know is that you are warm, so, so warm and letting sleep take over you once more is the best answer to all your questions.

Hyunjin always says he hates waking people up. Because he’s normally the one needing to be awoken, whenever the roles are swapped he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do.

This time, however, he takes it upon himself to repeatedly smack your face with his pillow. Not a fun experience when it’s coming from someone who fails to recognize his own strength. “Jesus, fuck! Okay!” You hiss, the cloud of sleep abruptly ripped away from you with the slap of his pillow against your skin. Arms raised defensively in front of you, you catch his next swing and tear the pillow out of his grasp to shield yourself all before you have even opened your eyes. When you do so, with the blatant intention just to find where he is and hurl the pillow at him, you are met with the harsh light from his ceiling fan and have to squint past the stinging white light to see his shit-eating grin.

“Was that necessary?” You groan, undeniably annoyed and wanting to glare at him more but needing to rub the ache out of your eyes. “Yes,” is all he says, reaching for your bag and catapulting it to you. He is incredibly lucky you are quick enough to catch it before it thumps against your head. What has gotten into him? Did he eat an entire bag of Pixy Stix while you were asleep? You watch, still dazed from sleep and reeling from the whole pillow smacking attack, as he flings open his closet door and turns back around with two neatly wrapped boxes. You squint to make out the dancing Santa T-rex wrapping paper.

“Oh,” you chirp, understanding, and you unzip your bag to retrieve the large box taking up the majority of space, “thanks for waking me up. I’m surprised you remembered. Did you stay up?”

A rosy blush burns its way across his cheekbones. Odd. “I, um— yeah. No, actually,” he stutters, really odd, given he was bouncing off the walls not even thirty seconds ago, “I set an alarm. You made me sleepy.” Hyunjin sits beside you once you have scooted over, leaning against the wall and crossing his long ass legs. He keeps his eyes trained on the boxes in his hands. “Oh,” you hum, looking to your own gift and suddenly wishing for the mattress to swallow you up, “sorry. I haven’t gotten as much sleep as you on break so far.”

“I don’t think anyone ever has,” he jokes and you finally look to him, sharing a cheeky smile before he gets all shy again, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “um, Merry Christmas, ___.”

It’s a simple phrase, but it makes your heart swell. “Merry Christmas to you too, Hyunjin.” Leaning over, you wrap your arms around his shoulders in an awkward side hug, but still end up feeling all drunk and loopy on love when he eagerly returns the gesture, arms curling around you.

“Okay,” you huff, sitting back, “me first.” You dramatically hold your gift out to him, jittery and nervous all over. Buying for Hyunjin is always hard. He’s just so easy to please, but when you want to do more than just please him it’s a constant battle trying to decide how far out you are going to go for him each year.

You watch impatiently as he tears the wrapping paper open first, and then finally lifts the flaps of the box up. “Aw,” he whimpers, pulling out the quokka plushie and attached certificate, “you adopted a quokka for me?”

You grin when he hugs the soft stuffed animal to his chest, the weight on your shoulders partly lifted from his positive reaction. He reaches back into the box, brow scrunched in thought as he regards the framed picture. “The First Day…?” Hyunjin asks, perplexed as he reads the title above the constellation poster. You scoot closer, leaning over to look it over once more. “This was the constellation of stars on our first day of freshman year. The day we first met.”

“Oh,” Hyunjin sniffs, “that’s really awesome, ___. Thank you. This is coming with me to school.” At this, he hugs you again, probably to hide the tears you know are threatening to spill because Hyunjin is Baby and cries every year. “Anything for my favorite fake Aussie,” you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder as he reads through the quokka adoption letter.

“Okay! Your turn!” He exclaims, setting his gifts back into the box and passing you the smaller one of his. He catches your curious glance to the second one he keeps by his side. “We have to open this one together.”

“Christ, okay. Looks like I’m gonna be crying tonight, too,” you sigh sadly. “Ooh,” jumping ahead of yourself, you wiggle your eyebrows at the white box before you, “Hyunjin if you bought me a Fitbit… I swear to God. How many times have I said I am not working out with you?” However, once you finish tearing open the wrapping paper you find it is not, in fact, a Fitbit.

“It’s not a Fitbit, idiot,” Hyunjin scoffs a second too late, waiting for you to slip the lid off the box. “They’re bond touch bracelets.”

“Explain,” you murmur, enamored but confused at the two little house arrest looking bracelets.

“So basically, we each wear one,” Hyunjin starts, taking one of the bracelets out and a burst of color blooms across its small screen at the motion, “and if you touch it, mine vibrates and I ‘feel’ your touch.” As he explains, he buckles it around your wrist, twisting it so it lies correctly. You silently take the second one and help it on him, brain too caught up to actually say anything.

“Try it,” Hyunjin whispers, suppressing his excitement.

You gingerly bring a finger to the little screen, tapping it once, twice. Nothing happens. Frowning, you try again, tapping and holding, then a second time, and finally— a strip of pink light appears and the bracelet gently vibrates as you tap and hold a random pattern. In response, the bracelet on Hyunjin’s wrist lights up blue, buzzing in the same pattern.

“Oh, Hyunjin,” you sniffle, fighting back your own tears because you refuse to let yourself ugly cry in front of him, “this is amazing. Now I can annoy you year-round. Thank you so, so much. I love you so much.” He hums, pulling you close when you turn to give him a proper hug. To your utmost surprise, however, instead of letting go he curls one fist into your side and helps swing your legs over to straddle his lap. “Oh.”

“___,” Hyunjin sighs thoughtfully, fingers playing with the sleeves of your tee, “I love you, too.”

You nearly spit up your coffee. If you were drinking coffee. Instead, you’re left with a dry mouth and a slack jaw at his words. Huh?

Glancing to the constellation picture peeking out of his box, and then to the matching bracelets you both wear, you find your mind reeling trying to make sense of it all. Yeah, you say the forbidden L-word to each another all the time, but most certainly not with you on his on lap and his lips mere centimeters away. The answer is so obviously clear as day you have trouble believing it.

“Fuck,” you laugh all of a sudden, as soon as the realization hits you, “I wasn’t dreaming, was I?”

Hyunjin lets out a joyous giggle, hands linking behind your back. Unable to hide his smile any longer, he clarifies, “You were not, madam. We literally just finished talking about when we were going to open gifts and then I got ready to sleep. Two seconds later you dumped your heart out to me, but when I answered, you were asleep.”

“Bruh,” you wince, hiding your face with your hands, “I am so sorry you had to deal with that.”

“No, don’t be,” Hyunjin comforts, reaching to tug your hands away. Your gut does somersaults when he intertwines his fingers with yours. “I was actually, uh, planning on doing some sort of confession to you anyway, but then you went right ahead and did it for me. So thanks for that.”

“Wow,” you chuckle, trying to wrap your mind around it all, “does that mean you, ahem, perhaps like me too?”

“No, I just got us really couple-y long distance relationship bracelets, pulled you onto my lap, and kissed you because I just want to be friends.”

“You didn’t kiss m—”

The sly little fucker interrupts your retort by quickly dipping down to press a fat smooch to your lips, missing miserably and you don’t know if he did it on purpose but you quickly fix the problem, releasing his hands to cradle his jaw and tilt his head the right angle. Finally, finally you kiss him, breathing in the smell of him like some sort of aromatherapy and whimpering into his mouth when his tongue swipes against your own. It is like nothing you have ever experienced, the taste and feel of him making you tremble and igniting a burst of electricity through your veins. You could kiss him forever, you think, sucking on his plump bottom lip greedily until he finally pulls back, desperate for air or trying to reel himself in you can’t say.

“You have to open your other gift,” Hyunjin reminds, chest heaving, and your gaze follows his long fingers as they comb his hair away from his forehead. Automatically, as if kissing Hyunjin once grants you some kind of free pass to do the same, you brush a few stray strands away from his face before leaning back to admire him. “Stoooop. You can’t do that and not expect me to kiss you again. Open. Your. Gift.” Hyunjin whines, squishing your cheeks and turning your head away.

“Okay, don’t blame this on me,” you huff, reaching for the second box before jabbing a finger into his chest, “you, sir, need to stop being so beautiful for like, two seconds.”

He scoffs, helping you rip off the wrapping paper, “You’re the beautiful one here.”

“Ew,” you wrinkle your nose, most certainly not used to Hyunjin dishing out such compliments, “this is too Hallmark Christmas movie for me. Let me open my gift in peace, ugly.” This box, unlike the bracelets’, is simple cardboard and when you lift open the lid, a brown leather book looks back at you. “You remember Up?” He asks.

On the leather, it reads Our Adventure Book in mismatched colors. “Yeah,” you whisper, flipping open the cover to find two baby pictures glued on the paper, one of Hyunjin, and one of you. At the top, it’s labeled ‘Before Shit Went Down.’ You laugh.

On the next page, there are random photographs from middle school, and then finally each other’s eighth grade graduation portraits. Then, written at the top is ‘Here It Begins,’ followed by a selfie he randomly took with you a few weeks into school freshman year, and then some from homecoming. Silently flipping through the rest of the book, your tears flow freely now, touched beyond comparison at all the photographs and all the memories accompanying them. Some are from large events like prom, others from random moments you don’t even remember, but each and every one comes together to form a special mold fitting perfectly into that Hyunjin-shaped hole in your heart.

The last picture is from the christening last month. Of course, it isn’t one of the nicer photos his mom took of the two of you, but a SnapChat selfie with the flaming sunglasses filter. He’s mid-laugh and you’re pressing a kiss to his cheek. Funny thing is, you don’t even remember taking it.

The page next to it is blank, aside from what’s written at the top of the page. “Togetha Foreva,” you read aloud, voice choked up and God, you cannot fathom how gross you look right now. “What the fuck, man!” You sob, punching Hyunjin’s shoulder before wiping your nose and cheeks with the back of your hands. “I didn’t sign up for this cock and ball torture.”

Hyunjin laughs loudly at this, pulling you into a hug and giving you a few seconds to recover. “Hyunjin, this is like… seriously the best thing anyone has ever done for me, holy shit. God, you Pinterest son of a bitch, this is such a good idea,” you groan, flipping back through the pages and getting teary-eyed all over again, “I can’t express how much this means to me, Jinnie. Thank you, really.”

Flashing that toothy grin of his, Hyunjin tugs you to lie back down with him and tilts your head up to press a much more accurate kiss to your lips. “I meant what I said before, ___,” he murmurs, “I don’t know what to do without you, and I know we only get to see each other once a month but I can’t keep living as just friends. You’re so much more than that. And I hope all the pictures we add from now on will show this new chapter of our lives. If not, well, then I guess I’ll just burn the book.”

“Are you asking me to be Kkami’s official poop-picker-upper?”

“Yes. Wait— what? No!”

You break into a fit of laughter, only to be interrupted with him pinching your side and causing you to let out a yelp. “Hey!” You bark, jumping closer to him and away from his hand until, finally, you give in to your self-indulgence and go right on ahead in swinging a leg over his hips and pinning him beneath you.

“You ruined my serious love speech, ___,” Hyunjin pouts, face scrunched up at you.

“I’m sorry, baby, go on.”

You pause, blinking slowly at him. He blinks back, the silence in the air weighing in heavily as both of your two brain cells bounce around trying to figure out what did you just call him?

“Never mind,” Hyunjin says, voice a low rumble of thunder as he reaches for your hips and easily flips positions, “I think you’re on the same boat.”

You laugh, tilting your head back and eyeing him indignantly. Fuck, he looks unfairly delectable hovering above you.

“Okay, how many more times do I have to tell you I love you for you to formally ask me to be your girlfriend, stupid?” You scowl, bringing your hands to cradle his neck, thumbs brushing delicately against his jaw.

“Call me baby again and we’ll see about making that happen.”

You raise a brow, tugging his face closer by the chain of his necklace. “You’re lucky it’s Christmas, baby.”

[teacupfulofstarshine]

pattonella part 9: virgil sweetheart PLEASE learn how to read the room i’m begging you

cw: mentions of injury, mentions of death, nightmare, anxiety attack, mild angst

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8 // read it on ao3!! 

“can i please be cleared to read books on my own now?” logan says. “because i love the sound of virgil’s voice, but i’m sure he has better things to be doing than sitting here reading to me at all hours.”

“shut up, there’s nowhere i’d rather be,” virgil says. he flushes immediately, but logan just smiles and reaches for his hand. remy rolls his eyes and peers into logan’s eye. 

“you were nearly killed by a horse, prince logan, i think you can afford to relax just a little.” logan huffs, sounding very much like a small child, and virgil smiles. “still, it’s been about a week . . . i suppose i can clear you. but no strenuous activity, and the second you start feeling any pain or discomfort or anything out of the ordinary you come and tell me, you understand?” 

“crystal clear,” logan says, sitting up a little too fast and wincing. remy glares suspiciously at him, but doesn’t offer any additional commentary. “i am looking forward to the ability to walk around without you two constantly hovering over me as though i am made of spun glass.” 

“maybe if you would stop running into danger,” remy mutters. he reaches out and ruffles logan’s hair softly, and the prince doesn’t immediately bat his hand away. “i’m still sending healing potions with your meals, and you will drink them all.” 

“yes, mother,” logan huffs playfully. remy rolls his eyes again and flounces out of the room. virgil has never seen a real human flounce before, but there truly is no other word to describe what remy is doing. 

“i bet you’re happy to be off bed rest,” virgil says. 

“ecstatic,” logan sighs. virgil stifles a yawn behind his fist, but logan immediately picks up on it. “what was that?”

“uh . . . a yawn?” 

“why are you yawning? has your sleep not been optimal?”

“not really . . .”

“why has it been -” logan’s eyes widen in recognition, and he frowns. “oh . . . i - i apologize, virgil.”

“why?”

“you have been awake because you were taking care of me. you have been foregoing sleep and tending to your own health because you have been so concerned for mine. i am so sorry, virgil, i did not mean to make you think that you had to -”

“shut up,” virgil interrupts. “you honestly think i would have been doing that shit if i didn’t care about you? if i didn’t give a fuck i would have fucked off and let someone else do it. i lo - i - um - i care about you a lot.” 

logan looks at him, hair adorably ruffled, eyes wide and pretty, face flushed pink from being buried under mountains of thick, warm blankets in the sunshine, and virgil immediately shoves a pillow into logan’s face to cover his massive blush. “shut up!” 

logan laughs softly, putting the pillow on the floor, and reaches out to take virgil’s hand. virgil huffs irritably, but he lets logan take it. “come and lay down, virgil. you are clearly exhausted. you must rest. you have dedicated your entire life this past week or so to caring for me, and that cannot be easy.” 

“it’s not work,” virgil says, remembering an old sappy book he’d read once. “not to me. not if it is you.” 

“i know,” logan says softly, “but you are tired. sleep, my dear. please? for me?” 

logan gently tugs on virgil’s hand, virtually no force behind it, and virgil topples onto the bed. he shuffles around, keeping his face pushed into the duvet, and manages to settle laying on his side, staring into logan’s eyes. this close, he can see all the freckles that cluster around logan’s nose and eyes. 

“you have stars on your ceiling,” virgil says, “and they’re on your face, too.” logan’s face turns a little pinker, and he smiles, reaching up to tuck a curl behind virgil’s ear. 

“you’re not sleeping,” he says. 

“how can i sleep when i’m looking at you?” virgil says. he bites his lip immediately, he can’t believe he said something so sappy and gay to the prince, but logan smiles and gently drags his thumb across virgil’s mouth. 

“don’t bite your lips,” he murmurs. “they’re so soft. i love to kiss them.” he leans forward and gently pushes his mouth against virgil’s, and virgil closes his eyes and exhales into the kiss. 

“here,” logan hums, carding his hand through virgil’s hair. virgil snuggles up to his chest, draping an arm over logan’s hips as he slots his legs in between his. “when i was small, before -” his chest hitches slightly under virgil’s ear. “- before my mother died, she would sing to me, and thomas used to sing it for roman and i. perhaps it will help you. i can put no magic in my voice, but i can sing.” 

“whatever you want,” virgil murmurs. “i’m sure your voice is beautiful.” 

logan takes a few deep breaths, inhales, and begins to sing. “A naeoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth Mise rid' thaobh, O mhaighdean bhan . . .” 

virgil is so taken with the beauty of logan’s rich voice that he isn’t sure how he manages to fall asleep at all. 

*~*~*~*~*

everything is black, and suddenly remy appears, shining a small light into logan’s eyes to assess the severity of his concussion. past. 

everything is black, and suddenly logan appears, stroking his hand through virgil’s hair, mouth open, eyes half-shut as he sings. present. 

everything is black, and suddenly roman appears, sword raised in front of his chest, blocking one, two, three blows before an arrow pierces his shoulder, his chest, his stomach, his neck. 

future.

*~*~*~*~*

logan is half-asleep when virgil bolts upright, eyes flaring purple, screaming. “virgil -”

“something is wrong, something is wrong with roman!” virgil shrieks, voice warped and distorted and strange. logan feels his heart turn to ice and drop into his stomach. 

“what is wrong with my brother?” 

“i had a vision, he was fighting, he got pierced by arrows and he went down and something is going W R O N G logan!” 

before logan can stop him, virgil is on his feet, scrambling out of bed so fast he almost faceplants onto the ground. he’s out the door before logan can stop him, but he’s on his feet almost immediately to chase him. 

*~*~*~*~*

“are you sure this is a good idea?” claire says. her hands are clasped behind her back as she studies the map roman has spread out on the table. it’s covered in red x’s and dotted lines, surrounded with candles, with a dagger sticking out of a particular clump of trees. 

“we know that’s where they’re hiding,” roman says. “they won’t attack this village as long as we’re here, they’ll wait until we decide to ‘abandon’ these people and then they’ll raze it to the ground. we have to strike at the root of this issue, and that means attacking their hideout. we ride at dawn.” 

“prince roman,” claire says, “you know that i am your most loyal advisor. i would request permission to speak freely.” 

“granted, claire, always granted.” 

“prince roman, i think this is foolish. they let us find that base easily, too easily. i suspect it is a trap.” 

“they’re probably setting one,” roman sighs, pushing a hand through his sweaty hair. “but what do you want me to do? not attack? we know that they’re there, we know that they’re planning something!” 

“wait a day or two,” claire says. “take some time to plan a strategy. send a scout to see if there are any obvious traps that we can plan for. we have to play this smart so that we don’t end up losing soldiers.” 

“so we don’t end up losing me, you mean.”

“you are the prince of our kingdom, prince roman. you have two brothers waiting for you at home, not to mention the newly-discovered lord sanders. we cannot risk bringing you home as a corpse.” 

“you don’t have to coddle me, claire, i’m not made of glass!” 

“i never suggested as much, prince roman,” claire says coolly. “i am merely reiterating that you should remember that you cannot throw yourself recklessly into danger with no consideration of those waiting for you at home. i will leave you to your thoughts. should you choose to march in the morning, we will of course support you, but i suggest you reconsider this plan.” 

she ducks out of the tent, and roman sighs, running his fingers over the depiction of the sanders manor in the corner of the map. “patton . . . i want to come home to you . . . but i have to free these people. how do i balance this?” 

he pulls the dagger out of the map and twirls it around in his hands. he has a lot of thinking to do.

*~*~*~*~*

“i’m not sure this is okay for me to do,” thomas says, looking hesitantly at the dais. the king’s throne stands tall and regal, with the queen’s throne smaller but no less regal beside it. 

“you are the crown prince,” joan, the advisor beside him, says. “it is your right.” they hold out a small velvet pillow with the circlet of the crown prince resting on it, opal gleaming rainbow in the morning sunlight. 

“i’m not the crown prince,” thomas protests. “roman and logan aren’t married yet, i can’t legally be named the crown prince, and i’m not allowed to wear that or - or sit on the throne, or do any of this!” 

joan sets the crown on the dais and reaches out to gently take his hand. “prince thomas . . .”

“dad is still alive,” thomas says, eyes watering. “he’s weak, and he’s sick, but he’s not dead yet, i’m not - i don’t have to replace him yet . . .”

“i’m sorry, prince thomas,” joan murmurs. “i didn’t realize that it would affect you like that, i -”

“it’s not your fault,” thomas sniffles, wiping at his eyes. “i know you guys don’t think about it like that, but - but it’s my dad, you know? i know the kingdom is going to lose its leader soon, but - but i’m gonna lose my dad, you know?” 

joan nods, squeezing his hand and offering a handkerchief from their pocket. thomas takes it, dabbing at his face. “thank you, joan.”

“of course, prince thomas. you can stand on the dais if you want, since you still have to receive -” 

the door to the throne room slams open, wood ringing against stone, and thomas whirls around. before he can even reach for the hidden dagger he carries on his person always, before joan can step in front of him, virgil is speeding across the room. there are two guards behind him, trying to catch him, but virgil is outpacing them rapidly. 

“virgil?”

once he gets closer, thomas gasps, taking in details. his hair is unkempt, his clothes are askew, and his eyes are glowing solid purple. “crown prince thomas,” he says, and thomas winces at the distortion of his voice. “i have had a vision that must be brought to your attention immediately.”

“you can see the future?” joan gasps. 

“what did you see?” thomas asks. 

“prince roman is in danger,” virgil says. “there will be an attack, and he will be killed by arrows. we must aid him immediately.” 

there’s a watery noise from behind virgil, and he spins around to see patton standing behind him pressing his hands over his mouth. “roman - roman is going to die?” 

the purple in his eyes flickers away. “wh - patty?” 

“roman is going to die?” patton repeats, hurrying forward and grabbing virgil’s hands. 

“not necessarily,” virgil says, putting a hand to his head and beginning to sag forward against patton. “i - the vision showed him dying, but it also showed that giant horse killing logan a week or so ago, and he’s still alive.”

“we have a chance to stop it?” thomas says. virgil turns to look at him. 

“i - yes, your highness, i think there is a chance to save him.” 

thomas nods. “are you sufficiently prepared to travel?” 

“i can be in an hour at the least.”

“good. take a party of guards and go after roman.”

“i’m coming too,” logan says, striding through the doors. “remy cleared me from my concussion earlier, i’m going.”

“me too!” patton says. “i’m going with you, if roman is in trouble i have to help!” 

“i can’t risk you both,” thomas starts, but logan glares at him. 

“are you telling me that if father was well and running the kingdom, you wouldn’t be grabbing a sword and riding after him?” thomas winces, and logan lifts his chin victoriously. “exactly. i am going with virgil, and so is patton. roman is worth the risk.” 

thomas exhales. “go and pack, then. meet me here in an hour with a plan.” logan nods, whirls around, and hurries out of the room with virgil and patton on his heels. thomas hums, turning to joan. “i need you to bring me a specific volume of the history of the kingdom from the library.”

“of course, your highness. may i ask what for?” 

“i think i just found logan’s loophole.” 

[one-leaf-grimoire]

"illusion"

Chapter 17

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"There it is... home sweet home."

I blink my eyes as I relax, still holding tightly on to Julius's arm and shirt. Sure enough, he's just whisked us right back to the Grey Deer base in his normally-instant fashion. Everything is quiet and the wind around us dies down; it's still early in the morning, and I'm sure mostly everyone is still asleep. The two of us don't move for a moment, getting our bearings once again. Finally, I release my grip and start to step away, but Julius's hand instinctively slides down my arm to link fingers with mine. I glance up at him, a little surprised. "Sorry..."

He reluctantly lets go and clears his throat. "So... tell me again. How much are we showing to the others right now?"

I take a deep breath and shrug. "None... none for now. Even though Lawrence and I aren't together any more, I don't want to make him even angrier. If he somehow finds out about us, he's going to put two and two together and realize that I was cheating on him."

"Okay, that's fair." Julius cuts me off before I can finish. "I'm sorry... this might seem selfish, but I wish I could tell everyone right away."

"I know." I smile up at him comfortingly, reaching out to take his hand one last time. "It won't be long, though... I want everyone to know you're mine, after all."

"Mine?" Julius cocks a brow playfully, squeezing my hand before releasing it. "I like the sound of that."

I shoot him a wink before walking towards the base again, before he calls out my name to stop me again. "by the way... before I forget." I look back at him and he gulps nervously. "There's something I need to talk to you about tonight... I don't want to discuss it until then though. I might have a lead on who's after you."

After the battle, breakup, and everything in between, I nearly forgot about the ongoing conspiracy. I feel the color drain from my face a little. "A-A lead?"

"Yeah. But don't worry, you should be safer going forward," Julius assures me with a smile. "Senior knights get their own room in the base, and before I left I told Hervey he should move your things into the empty room next to mine."

My eyes widen a bit at this information, but my surprise is quickly overtaken by relief. "Oh! You really did that?"

"Of course!" Julius smiles proudly to himself. "I want to make sure you're safe, so this is a convenient turn of events."

I smack his arm playfully as he chuckles, not able to disguise the newfound heat in my face. "W-whatever... We still need to be careful, though, even if I have my own room."

"If you say so~"

I can't object any more, since we finally reach the entrance of the base. It's just as quiet on the inside. "Hmm. I'll go see if anyone's in the kitchen," Julius says, squeezing my shoulder once before walking off and leaving me alone. Not sure what to do, I just turn and make my way towards my old room. Now that Julius is gone, a thick feeling of apprehension starts to build in my stomach. I should probably organize some of Alice's things... I'm sure they'll send it back to her parents soon. My heart clenches at the thought. Alice... I'll stay strong for you, I promise. I reach up and wipe away the moisture in my eyes before it can get too bad, and try to distract myself with what Julius just said.

What does he want to talk about? Come to think of it, since he arrived yesterday, something about him seemed... off. As if he, too, was apprehensive about something.

But, I'll find out about that tonight, so there's no use in worrying about it now. I finally reach my old room, my hand hesitating for just a moment before turning the knob and opening the door.

"...huh?"

I first notice that the room is a lot cleaner than I left it, only one person's belongings in it. Both twin beds are gone and are replaced with one full-sized bed. However, all of Alice's belongings are gone, leaving only my own. I thought I was moving? Julius said I would be in the room next to his-

"How's it looking?"

I draw in a sharp gasp before whipping around, surprised by the voice right behind me. I freeze as I realize that it's Captain Hervey, who stands silently in my doorway, trapping me inside.

After a moment, my panic subsides, and I manage to get words out. "I-it's nice... lots of room, at least." I turn back away from him, confusion spiraling in my brain.

I should ask... why I wasn't moved... but then-

"I didn't feel like moving you upstairs," Hervey reads my mind, almost making me jump again. His whole presence, right here, right now... it's making me deeply uncomfortable. "Plus, Elia and Cecelia are right next door if you need anything." I hear the floorboards creak, and my heart jumps into my throat. iNo, don't come in here, not any closer-

"Here-"

I look back to see Hervey holding out a list. I blink slowly, my senses still completely on guard.

"take it-'' Hervey shoves it in my face impatiently. With a soft squeak, I quickly take it from him. "I don't want you out on missions for a few days, since you're still recovering, so you're on chore duty today," my captain grunts before turning away without another glance. "Don't tire yourself out too much."

And with that, he disappears, my door creaking as it swings back closed behind him.

I draw in a shaky breath, my hands starting to tremble.

... what was that about... and even worse... I look down at the list, which is shaking like a leaf.

... I'm still so on edge... because... no matter what, I'm not safe. Not until we catch whoever is behind this conspiracy.

The safety I felt with Julius, the confidence I felt in returning... it was all just an illusion.

But I won't give up.

I clench my fist a little, crumping up the corner of my list.

I'll get through this. For Alice, for my parents, for Julius... and for myself!!!

The day goes by about as normally as I could have wanted. Most of the squad disperses after breakfast, many of them coming over to express how happy they were to see me back on my feet again.

Some of those smiles are a lie.

Julius pulls me aside at some point to apologize for his mistake. "I don't know why Hervey didn't listen to me. But at least you're still by yourself."

I promised to meet up with him after dinner tonight, and he was off to work elsewhere for the day. Now, there's nothing left for me to do but work through my chores.

1. sweep hallways

2. scrub bathroom

3. prepare dinner

4. organize basement.

The last entry on the list sends a chill up my spine so I decide to skip it for now. The first three entries provide more than enough work to fill up my day after all. The solitude is kind of nice as I make may way through every hallway, sweeping up dust and grime that's accumulated there over the past month or so. No one on the squad likes to clean; well, everyone but Alice. Alice's air magic made it easy to blow out every corner and get the job done in mere moments.

But of course, Alice isn't here to help me.

Sweep. Sweep. Sweep.

The fibers of the broom on the wooden floor are the only things making sound within the hallway. The afternoon light filters lazily in through the windows.

I should take a long nap after this... it's been a long day of work-

I freeze as I hear something from the room next to me. Huh? Is that... someone crying?

The room just happens to be the one next to my room; The room that Cecelia and Elia share. The door is open a crack, and I can't resist. I step closer, holding my breath.

Sure enough... someone in there is crying.

Clutching my broom with both hands, I finally lean forward, pushing the door slightly with my shoulder. Indeed, there's someone curled up on their bed, shaking slightly as they cry into their pillow. My eyes widen when i realize who it is, and I immediately push the door open further and stick my head in.

"C-Cecelia?"

The girl immediately sits up and looks over at me, almost fearfully. Her eyes are full of tears, and her mouth opens in surprise as she sees me.

"W-What are you doing?"

Her voice is quiet yet clearly strained, completely drained of all energy. I frown a little, but in my heart I already know what this is about. "..."

However, there's nothing I can do.

The words catch in my throat.

Cecelia... it isn't fair. I don't remember what it was like when I was your age, but I can't even imagine...

"...do you need anything?"

She shakes her head, her gaze refusing to meet mine.

"...ok. Let me know if you do." I start to turn and close the door, but then I hear her voice call out one last time.

"...I'm sorry..."

I pause and look back to see that there are tears streaking freely down her cheeks again. Her hands ball up the sheets under her, and she swallows thickly. It's a sight that would break anyone's heart, and mine is already as fragile as can be.

"Cecelia, there's nothing-"

"There is!" Her voice breaks at the outburst. "A-Alice said- she said she was going to protect me, and I p-p-promised that I would protect her- and still-"

I don't really know how to comfort her or what I'm supposed to do. But as Cecelia finally breaks under more pressure than a 15-year-old should ever carry, the only thing I can do is drop my broom and move to her side. I wrap my arms around her, and she buries her face in my shoulder.

"Cecelia... it's alright..."

I blink my eyes, tears starting to form there as well.

She shakes her head, not returning my hug.

"N-no... it's all my fault... all my fault..."

She repeats those same words over and over, and there's nothing I can do but rub her back and listen, my heart pounding as tears streak silently down my own cheeks.

It isn't fair...

I killed people in this battle. And even now, I can't look at myself in the mirror. But Cecelia, a child, saw death for the first time.

It isn't fair. Not for any of us. It's always too soon to see death.

"How was your day?"

I shrug, not really sure I want to talk about it. Julius's gaze lingers on my face for a moment before looking forward again. "I see... not so good huh."

"I'll tell you more later." I nervously look up ahead at the person leading us away from the base and into the dark woods. "Julius-" I lower my voice a little and he leans down to hear me. "You didn't mention he would be here, too..."

Despite me whispering, the man turns around to scowl at me.

Yes... for some odd reason, Julius and I are not meeting to discuss his lead alone. No, he's invited his only close friend on the squad, the eccentric Elger. I don't dislike the man, and I didn't really consider him to be overtly suspicious or anything, but I have no idea why Julius made him come with us.

"I know this is unexpected... I couldn't tell you the details of this meeting earlier, I was afraid someone would overhear." He gulps nervously. "But Elger's transcription magic is going to be crucial for determining if we have a lead or not."

I raise an eyebrow at the admission. "Wait, so you don't even know if it's an actual lead or not?"

"That's why we need Elger." Julius looks back ahead at his friend. We're quite far from the base now, and I suspect it's because he wants to leave the barrier around it. "I told him everything while we were out on a mission today."

"Yeah. It's... a lot to take in." Elger glances back at me again, his gaze a bit softer now. "I'm sorry about everything..."

I give him a little smile, not sure how to respond. Luckily I don't have to, because Elger suddenly stops in his tracks. "We're out," he says, swiftly turning. His usual staff is in hand, which he uses with his transcription magic. I'm not 100% sure how it works, but according to Julius, he's going to be a big help.

"Good. Alright..." Julius turns to look down at me, his face shadowed slightly in the moonlight. "I guess I have some explaining to do-"

"Yeah. To me, too."

We both turn, surprised when Elger speaks up again. The man narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on his staff as he glances between the two of us. "Julius... you two... you're not just helping her, are you?"

Uh oh... I gulp nervously, knowing exactly where this is going. I glance up at Julius, who has gone pale as well. He didn't tell Elger everything did he? But it seems like Elger was able to figure it out on his own.

"...I mean-"

"Whatever." Elger rolls his eyes as Julius opens his mouth to try and cover it up. "But if you wanted to be less obvious you wouldn't have told me you spent the night at the hospital last night."

Julius clears his throat, chuckling nervously. "Right... anyway-" He claps his hands together before turning back to me. "Here's the deal... yesterday, before I came to visit you, I stopped by Alice's room." My eyes widen a bit at this new information. "Listen... something about her situation didn't sit right with me. During the battle, the General that Hervey ad I were fighting managed to escape. Hervey followed him, and I stayed behind to make sure he wasn't pursued by other soldiers. Then, but the time I caught up-"

"Hervey killed the general, and the general attacked Alice," I finished, having heard this story from Hervey himself. "What didn't sit right with you?"

"... I wasn't sure. But my doubts grew over time. The battle was over in seconds. Yet the general had time to fatally injure Alice before Hervey dispatched him."

Each word sows a new seed of doubt in my own mind. "So... what does that have to do with Alice? Why did you visit her?"

"To get this."

Julius pulls something out of his pocket. It's a tiny vial, filled with a silvery-white substance. It glitters and swirls, and lights up our faces as we stare down at it. My eyes widen. "What... what is that?"

"It's mana. Elger lent me a magical item that allowed me to extract it from Alice's frozen brain." Julius grimly holds it up, then hands it to Elger. "With just this little bit... Elger should be able to replicate the original user's spells with his transcription magic."

I watch, still not quite understanding, as Elger opens up the vial.

The battle was over in seconds... does Julius think that Alice wasn't attacked by the General?

The mana is immediately absorbed by the tip of his staff, which begins to glow.

Then... then who...

My eyes widen as the magic is amplified, bathing the entire area in its power. It's cold, and sharp, a feeling that all ice mages carry with them. The General was an ice mage, though, so this should add up-

"...I thought so. I hoped I wasn't right."

I look up at the sound of Julius's voice, and almost get scared by the look on his face. For a brief second, I almost feel like he's mad at me, and seeing the same expression on Elger's face only further solidifies that belief. I gulp nervously, clenching my fists so they don't start shaking from fear and the cold. "G-Guys, what are you-"

"Ice magic:" Elger cuts me off as he raises his staff up. "Ice Domain."

...

Ice Domain?

But... that's-

Thin, flaky ice suddenly appears in the air around us, descending upon us in a dome. A moment later, it dissolves away, but I can still feel its presence in the air. It's a feeling I know well, even if I don't realize it all the time. For years and years, I woke up, worked, laughed, fought, and trained beneath that dome.

"N-No way..."

"Julius, you were right," Elger says softly. He lowers his staff, and the spell dissipates, but my fear is only strengthening. Julius reaches out, his hand landing on my shoulder. I hardly feel it, because my skin is completely numb.

It can't be... why...

Finally, Julius speaks.

"The spell that attacked Alice didn't come from the General. It came from Captain Hervey."

[kaeyas-beloved]

The Burn {Child!Shoto x Sister!Reader}

*Reader is 18, 3rd Year at UA, Same quirk as Shoto, Older Twin to Touya*

Mhm... the weekend, it's the beat time of the week. No school at all. Only possible downside is that I could have homework, thankfully I don't though. But there's also the fact that I don't really leave the house, so I'm sorta around him if he's home...

Which he is...

Everyone is home actually, mom, my younger sister and three younger brothers. The gangs all here, woo...

As I laid sprawled across our couch, flicking through the TV channels, little Shoto walks up to me, a sad look on his face. He's twiddling his fingers too, so something is defiantly on his mind.

"Hey..." I whisper, smiling at him. When he didn't smile back my concern grew just a little more. I sat up, "what's wrong?"

Shoto didn't respond at first, just continued to stare at the ground. When he finally did, only now do I notice the tears welling up in his multi-coloured eyes. "I don't wanna train with dad today..." Shoto mumbles, a tear or two escaping his eyes. I frown, no one ever wants to train with that man, understandably so.

Pulling Shoto up onto my lap, I lean back into the couch while resting his head on my chest, stroking his hair.

"Shh, it's alright. I'll talk to him okay? I'll try and get you out of it..." Shoto sniffles, nodding his head as he buried it further into me. It wouldn't be the first time I've talked to our 'father' to stop him from pushing and hurting Shoto, sometimes even taking his place in training so he can take a break.

Continuing to pet the half and half boys red and white hair, a sudden thought pops in my head. One that I know will make my little brother happy, guaranteed.

"Hey, how about I make you your favourite?" I question, gazing down at the little boy in my arms. Shoto's head snaps up, eyes staring at me, seeming to sparkle. Whether it was from the tears, general enthusiasm or both, the emotion he was feeling was clear as day via the bright smile on his face.

"You mean-!" He asked. My smile widens as I nod.

"Yep! Cold soba!!" I cheer. The bright smile that appeared on Shoto's face warmed my heart. I'd do anything to make sure this smile stays for as long as possible.

"Can you go check and see if we have everything we need? If we don't, you wanna come with me to the store and get it?"

"Yes!" He jumped up and down, rushing off into the kitchen. I smile to myself, if there's anything that can make him happy it's cold soba.

Giggling at the thought, I stand to my feet, about to go to the kitchen myself. Something stops me though. When Shoto rounded the corner into the kitchen, he seemed... hesitant...

"Mama?" I hear him whisper. Was mom in there? Why is he so scared to enter then?

Suddenly an ear piercing scream fills the once quiet house. I jump but run into the kitchen, a sight I wished to never see appearing right in front of me. There stood the white haired woman known as my mother, pouring a kettle full of hot water over Shoto's face, pulling on his hair so his head is tilted back.

"MOM STOP!!" I shout, rushing up to her. Grabbing her arm I yank the kettle away from my little brother's face, also getting her to let go of Shoto's hair.

"AH-" I hiss, the boiling water redirecting, some being poured onto my shoulder, down my arm and onto my chest. In a fit of panic I push her away, making her stumble and fall on her butt. The hot kettle ended up sliding off to the other side of the room, leaving a large pile and trail of water.

I clutch my throbbing shoulder, why did I have to wear a tank top today!? Not the point, not the point!! Uh, uh- SHOTO!!

Frantically looking for Shoto I spot him backed up into the wall, sobbing and holding his eye. I stumble over to him, removing my hand from my own injury as I knelt in front of him.

"It hurts!!" He cried, my heart breaking but mind racing, what do I do now!? Finally, something came to mind.

"I know, I know. Listen, you gotta move your hand for me when I say to ok?" I say as calmly as I can, figuring that I should ice his eye. Footsteps sound from beside me before I can do anything. I better not be my damn father, last thing I need is him in the room.

Sparring a glance over to the entrance, my eyes land on my other siblings, horrified expressions painting their faces but I'm thankful it's not him.

"O-oh my god!!" Fuyumi gasps, cupping a hand over her mouth. The boy's eyes are as wide as saucers.

"(Y-Y/N)-chan, your shoulder!!!" Natsuo calls, running over to my side.

"I'M FINE!" I shout, causing every one of my siblings to flinch. Taking a breath I calm down but only slightly, my hands shaking. "I'm fine, I'm fine. But I need your help. Touya, go start my car. Fuyumi, Natsuo, I need you both to clean up the water and get mom onto the couch, keep her calm and keep that man away from her.

Touya's already out the kitchen, Natsuo nods and runs off, probably to get the mop. Fuyumi stays frozen for a second, staring at me.

"W-what about you?" She asks, voice shaking.

"I'm taking Shoto to the hospital. I'll make up some excuse about his injury." I say, picking Shoto up in my arms, hugging his body to mine. I hiss quietly, my arm protesting the action.

"But you're hurt!!" She argued.

"AND SHOTO COULD GO BLIND!!"

Fuyumi stays silent, her eyes still glossy with tears from this whole thing. Finally she nods, going up to mom and guiding her to the living room.

"Okay Shoto, were going to go get you fixed up ok?" I coo, trying to keep a level head. For Shoto.

I feel him nod his head, though it was only a little, a hiss and cry of pain leaving him right after. Hurrying off to the front door, I slip on my pair of flip-flops, exiting the house after.

Touya did as I said, the car started and waiting to be driven. For a brief moment I contemplate whether I should have Shoto sit on my lap as I drive or in the passenger seat. I end up feeling that the passenger seat would be better for safety reasons.

Opening the passenger side door, I set Shoto down, his body facing me. I knell once more so I'm eye level with him.

"Ok, Shoto I need you to move your hand..." I stare up at him. The boy whimpers.

"I-I c-can't (Y/N), it hurts!"

"Shh, it's only for a second. I'm going to ice it, it'll help with the pain and the burn. But you gotta move your hand" I plead. The longer we stay here, the worse the injury will be.

"...Ok (Y/N)-chan..." he whispers. I smile up at him a little, readying the ice half of my quirk.

"Alright. On the count of three, move your hand." Shoto nods. I don't stop smiling at him, hopefully it's calming him down a little.

"1"

"2"

"3!"

~~~~

"Alright Miss, you're all patched up!" The nurse cheers, packing up her equipment. I hum quietly, eyes locked on the bandages around my shoulder area, some on my chest and back too. They take up basically the entire half of my body...

"Can I see my brother now?" I ask, the stress and worry clear in my voice. After getting Shoto to the hospital and taken into an emergency room, some of the other staff had pressured me into getting fixed up myself. I ended up caving, though it took a lot of convincing.

The nurse looked at me, sympathy in her eyes.

"Yes, I can take you to see him. One more thing though... your injury... there will be permanent scarring there. I'm sorry..."

My (e/c) eyes locked with hers, my lips twitching up into a slight smile.

"That's alright, now may I see my brother?" The nurse slowly nodded, gesturing for me to follow her, which I did. While walking, I found that Shoto's room wasn't that far, only two doors down. As we both neared the sound of crying grew, my pace speeding up the slightest.

"Shh, it'll be alright little one..." I hear another nurse coo.

"B-b-but! M-my sister!" Shoto cries. I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the room, my eyes landing on Shoto curled up in his hospital bed, bandages covering his left eye. Wordlessly I made my way to Shoto's side, gently pushing pass the nurse and pulling him into a gentle embrace. The small boy flinched but soon relaxed, maybe because he figured out who was holding him.

"(Y-Y/N)?" he calls, voice broken and strained. I started to pat his hair soothingly.

"Yeah it's me Shoto, it's alright now.... Why? Because I am here!" Shoto giggled, he always does when I imitate his favourite hero.

"You sound just like All Might..." he whispers, his breathing slowing down and a small yawn escaping him. This whole thing, along with all the crying he's done, must have finally started to weigh down on him. I smile.

"Thanks buddy-" I start but I'm cut off by the sound of sniffling. My shirt became wet and gazing down my suspicions were confirmed, Shoto was crying.

"Hey! What's wrong? Does it hurt?" I ask worried though when he shook his head I became confused.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry..." he muttered, burying his face further into my chest. Worry floods back into me and my confusion doubles.

"What for? You did nothing wrong" Shoto simply shook his head.

"Y-you got hurt because of me! Mama burned you too because of the way I look. Because I look like him!" Shoto cries, more tears streaming down his cheeks. I huff quietly, pushing some of my (h/c) hair out of my face.

"It's in no way your fault Sho. That man has hurt us all, mom just... couldn't take it anymore... Fuyumi, Natsuo, Touya and I, we're all going to help each other and mom get better ok?" A moment passes before Shoto nods slowly.

"Alright then, get some sleep, ok? I'll be right here, I'm not going anywhere." I coo, stroking my fingers through his hair in a calming way.

"Will you... protect me too?" he murmurs. A few incoherent sounds pass through the boys lips before his voice quiets down some more. Before either of us realized, Shoto had fallen asleep in my arms. Moving off the bed, I lay my brother down, tucking him in with the plain white hospital sheets, nothing like the colourful ones he has at home. Taking a seat in the chair beside his bed I lay my own head on the edge, using my undamaged arm as a pillow, feeling tired myself.

"I'll always protect you Shoto, I promise." I mumbled into the still room, sleep consuming me, leaving the two of us in a peaceful and calm silence.

[lilchibi-chan]

Bakugou x Student Reader

Nobody asked, but I wanted to do a part 2, so if you haven’t read part 1 go ahead and do that.

You and Bakugou have been dating for 2 months now, but he hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend...yet. Little do you know is that every time he has tried to ask he chickens out. In his heart, he knows you’ll say yes, but his head has him thinking the worst.

The weather has gotten colder outside and you’ve come down with a really bad cold. To avoid getting other people sick you decide to stay in your dorm. You’ve already told Aizawa to avoid any unexcused absences. You decided not to tell Bakugou because you didn’t want him to worry and you would probably be better in a couple days.

When Bakugou got to class and saw you weren’t there, his smile faded and turned into an angry pout. You never missed class.

“Mornin Bakubro! What’s with the pouty face?” Kirishima asks, cheerful as always

He heads straight for Mina and Uraraka being that you’re best friends.

“WHERE’S Y/N?” He asks in a loud voice

“Oh uh, she has a cold. She didn’t want you to worry, so she didn’t tell you because-”

Bakugou ran out of the classroom without letting Uraraka finish. He ran to his and grabbed his little electric stove and pot.

He also had an electric kettle and some tea in his room. He snuck down to the kitchen and took some ingredients so that he could make you soup when he got to you.

He raced to your room and started knocking on your door. You were confused since school was already in session but you got up and unlocked your door. You had your hair in a messy bun and wore and oversized hoodie with sweats and warm, fuzzy socks.

“K-Katsuki, w-what’re you doing here?” You ask concerned

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick dumbass?!” He was blushing because of how cute you looked but still upset you didn’t tell him

“I didn’t want you to worry about me. I knew you would come here if I told you,” you say

“Yeah and so what. You’re mine and I’m gonna be there for you whenever you need me. Now go back in bed, I’m staying here with you and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He said with his signature smirk

“What about class?” You ask, happy he’s staying but still concerned about his work

“Screw it. You’re more important right now and I can always get notes from Iida or something.” He says tucking you in and going into your bathroom to wet a hand towel with cold water and put it on your forehead.

“Now you stay put and don’t get up until I wake you.” He said demanding

You nod your head and let sleep take over your body since you had tossed and turned all night, barely getting any sleep.

He got to work on the tea and added some honey in it to soothe your throat. Also to add a little sweetness.

He gently shook your shoulder and you slowly fluttered your eyes open.

“Here,” he said handing you the cup of tea,“this should help with your sore throat and any chill you might be feeling.” He helped you sit up and he put extra pillows behind your back to help you sit up straight.

“When you finish that, I’ll get started on some food. I know you haven’t eaten and you’re probably lightheaded so just take your time okay.” He says in a low, comforting tone

You nod and can’t help but smile at how caring he is. You always knew he had a soft side, but you never saw the full extent of how much he wanted to help.

You finish the tea and hand him the cup that he gave you. You tell him you’re going to take a nap and that he can make you something to eat when you wake up.

He let you sleep for an hour before he got started on the soup, he figured you would wake up soon. He plugged in electric stove and put the pot on the stove with some broth and turned it on.

When he finally finished, it was couple hours later and you woke up to the smell of somethin delicious filling your nose.

“Katsuki,” you squeak out since you just woke up

He rushes over to help you sit up, as he did before.

“It smells good,” you say causing him to smile

He gave you a tray table that rests on your lap so that you didn’t have to get out of bed and sit on the floor. You take some of the soup and are amazed by how good it tastes.

“This is amazing!” You say and this kinda just boosts his ego

“Well, you should expect nothing less of the great Bakugou Katsuki,” he says, causing you to giggle

“You’re a dork,” you say giggling

“You trynna pick a fight with me, dumbass?” His temper getting the best of him

“No hot head, you’re just very cute and... I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me today, thanks Katsuki.”

He was sitting on the bed, but not next to you. You moved your tray to the floor, as to not spill anything, and moved to where he was on your bed.

You hug him from behind which surprises him. He turns to hug you back and you bury your head in his chest. He smelled sweet, like caramel. He lifted your head, so that you both would be face to face and he kissed you on your cheek, very close to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, even when you’re sick teddybear,” he says which causes warmth to rise on your cheeks which wasn’t because of your cold.

“Teddybear?”

“Yeah, got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” you say giggling

You lay back down after finishing your soup and he cleaned up your bowl, spoon, the pot he cooked in and the cup you had tea in.

He met you on the bed and decided to hold you in his arms, cuddling you. You could hear his heart beat and it made you sleepy with how steady it was. He held you close the whole time you were asleep, even rubbing small circles on your shoulder and even on your cheek. He ended up falling asleep as well due to the warmth of both of your bodies.

When you wake up, Katsuki is still fast asleep. You can’t help but smile at how cute and relaxed he looked. It was way different from the angry, yelling boom boom man you would see everyday. That didn’t change how you felt about him though. You loved everything about him, even his angry pomeranian personality.

You were about to get out of bed, but he pulled you closer and held you tighter in both of his arms.

“Cuddles,” he said in a sleepy voice. You adjusted yourself, so that you were comfortable and stayed in bed with him.

He woke up a little over an hour later.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” you say while looking into his still sleepy eyes. He smiles at you and kisses you on the lips.

“Hey teddybear, can I ask you something,”

“Of course, Katsu,” you say reassuring him

“Will you be my girlfriend? I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while, but every time I tried, I looked into those beautiful eyes of yours and I chickened out. Listen up cause I’m only gonna day this once, got it! I-I love you and that’s saying something. I don’t just throw those words around and not mean them. You’re the most precious, beautiful little teddybear in the whole world and I want you to officially be mine.”

“Katsu, I love you too. Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You say, he smiled and cupped your face in both of his hands.

“I’m gonna kiss you now and I’m gonna make sure you feel all my love for you.”

He started by kissing your right cheek, then moved to your forehead, then your left cheek, nose and the he moved to your lips. He didn’t care if he got sick, he would just go to recovery girl and have her make him better. Then again, he wouldn’t mind getting special treatment from you.

There was a knock at your door and you were about to get up.

“Don’t worry teddybear, I’ll get it. You just rest.”

You nod and lay down.

Aizawa and Recovery Girl were outside of your door. Katsuki let them in and Recovery Girl walked over to you to see how you were doing.

“From the looks of things, I would say your almost better. I’m going to use my quirk, so that you’re 100% and ready to get back to school tomorrow,” she says to you

“Okay,” you say and you let her work her magic

“Alright, you should be okay in an hour or two,” she says leaving your room

“Thank you recovery girl and you too Aizawa-sensei,” you say respectfully. You get up and bow to both of them.

After the two exit, Katsuki gets ready to leave your room, but you grab his hand.

“Don’t go,” you say

“I’ll be back teddybear, I just wanna take this stuff back to my room and then I can give you all the cuddles and love that you want. Don’t tell anybody I said that or I’ll kick your ass!”

“Really Katsu, you would kick your own girlfriend’s ass?” You ask inquisitively

“No, I would never hit a girl but there would definitely be a punishment,” he said causing you to blush because you were taken aback by his words

He went back to his room and returned to you in about five minutes. He continued to get you whatever you needed and stayed with you that whole night.

This was SUPER long, but I hope you enjoyed because I enjoyed writing it. If you guys want a follow up post let me know.

Also I really love this gif of our lil Bakubaby 🥰

Siren Song part 2 will be up in a couple days. I’m really trying to get it finished, it’s SUUUUUUPER LONG and very detailed 😏

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

“I Hate You.”

Word Count: 1,624

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader, John Winchester

Pairings: John Winchester x Daughter!Reader ; Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader; Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, maybe a smol fluff?? just kidding

A/N: Oof this sucks but at least i wrote something.... thought that counts right?

A/N 2: Requests are open ig

Masterlist

You sat on your bed, holding your knees in your hands as you swung back and forth. Maybe you were going crazy, maybe you were about to die. At first, you thought it was just a cool breeze. But as time went on, you realized the temperature dropped nearly 10 degrees every time you were alone. Then, it was something small, like a book flipping a few pages. But then, they would fall. Objects would randomly fall and break. You checked the clock. Sam and Dean were gonna be home soon.

“What’s taking them so long?”, you said under your breath. 

You felt it again, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The temperature dropped. You got scared. You quickly ran to a duffle bag and took out the salt, making a salt circle around the bed. One can never be too cautious. You exhaled, jumping back onto the bed.

You felt a breeze, as the salt circle broke. 

“Oh god!”, you exclaimed.

You heard a voice whisper, before looking around you. 

“(Y/N)....”, you heard the voice.

“Who are you?!”, you yelled, trying to hide your fear.

“(Y/N)....”, the voice said again, seemingly more familiar. It was at the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t figure it out.

“Please leave me alone.”, you said. You shut your eyes tightly, looking down

“(Y/N).”, the voice said.

That voice. You opened your eyes and gasped.

“Dad!”

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“Hey, kiddo we’re back!”, Dean yelled, walking into the hotel room.

“How was the hunt?”, you asked, as you hugged Dean and Sam.

“Well, we still haven’t found them yet, but we’re close.”, Sam said, laying back on the bed.

“Tired?”, you asked.

“Very. How was school today?”, he asked as Dean put his bag down to get a beer.

“Same as always, didn’t learn anything,” you said.

“Anything interesting happen today?” Dean asked, sitting on the bed next to Sam.

“Nope. Boring, like always.”, you lied.

“Great. Well, I’m tapped out. See you in the morning.”, Dean laid on the bed, taking up the whole thing.

“You’re not gonna change your clothes? Eww, De.”, you scrunched your face. He simply ignored you and buried his face in the pillow.

“Look like your sleeping in my bed tonight. I’m gonna go take a shower.”, Sam said, getting up. 

“Okay.”, you said.

“Uh, (Y/N)?”, Sam asked, looking at the floor.

“Yeah?”

“Why’s the ground covered in salt?”, he asked.

You mentally groaned. You missed that spot when you were cleaning up.

“Uhm, I don’t know.”, you lied again.

“Right, you wouldn’t hide something from us, right?”, Sam asked.

Yes

“No.”, you shrugged.

“Okay then.”, he walked to the shower as you quickly went to clean it up.

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After making sure that Dean was asleep, and Sam was in the shower, you quietly left the room, going outside. If you were alone maybe you could see your dad again. Part of you felt guilty for lying to them, but you knew that if you told them they’d send him to hell. The first time you lost him you were a mess, but now you have him again.

You felt a cool breeze again, but this time you smiled.

“Dad.”, you said, your eyes watering. You tried to hug him but forgot he was just a ghost.

“(Y/N).”, he said.

“God, I miss you so much.”, you said, holding back your cries.

“I’ve been watching you. All three of you. Dean and Sam are taking good care of you.”, he said.

“H-How are you here? How can I see you?”, you asked.

“Your necklace.”, he pointed to the ring around your neck. 

“Oh.”, was all you said.

“(Y/N). You need to burn it.”, he told you.

“W-What?!”, you exclaimed.

“You heard me. It’s not good for me to be a ghost. It’s not safe for you.”, he warned.

“B-But Dad, you’ll go to hell.”, your eyes watered more.

“That’s better than being a ghost.”, he said.

“I don’t wanna lose you again.”, more tears streamed down your face.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).”, John said.

“(Y/N)!”, you heard Sam yell.

You turned away, facing the way of Sam’s voice. When you looked back, John already disappeared.

“(Y/N)!”, Sam ran to you.

“What the hell are you doing out here? Are you crying?”, he asked, worried.

“I-I’m fine.”, you quickly lied, and ran back inside to the hotel.

“Wh- (Y/N)?”, Sam ran after you.

You buried yourself in the bed and ignored him.

“(Y/N).”, he said. 

You felt the bed dip. 

“(Y/N).”, he said softly.

“I’m going to sleep.”, you said.

“Fine. But we’re gonna talk about this in the morning.”, Sam said.

Your heart ached as you held in your cries. You slowly began to fall asleep.

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“And she was crying?”, Dean asked Sam.

“Yeah. When I asked her about it she just ran away and went to sleep.”, Sam told Dean.

“But (Y/N) wouldn’t hide things from us. Maybe it’s that time of month.”, Dean suggested.

“No, it’s not. I’d know. I get her chocolates and a lot of gummies so she won’t kill me.”, Sam said.

“Well then ask her when she wakes up,” Dean said, drinking his coffee.

You woke up from the sounds of Sam and Dean’s voices. They were clearly talking about last night.

You ran to the bathroom before either one of them could as you anything.

“(Y/N).”, Sam started.

You quickly closed the door, ignoring them.

You finished getting ready and quickly left the bathroom, and went to get your backpack.

“(Y/N), we need to talk.”, Dean said.

“Sorry, gotta go. I’m gonna be late for school. Good luck on the hunt,”, you said bye, running out the door.

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Instead of going to school, you decided to go to a park, so you could see John. 

“Kid.”, he said, appearing next to you.

“Hey Dad.”, you said, sitting on the swing.

“You gotta let me go.”, he said.

“Why can’t we just enjoy this? You’re okay right now!”, you pointed out.

“Yeah, for now. (Y/N). It’s time.”, he said, giving you a sad look.

“Let’s go for a walk.”, you said, getting off the swing.

You asked to tell you about how Sam and Dean were growing up. You asked him about anything and everything. Just being with him once again was all you needed.

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“(Y/N)’s not at school.”, Dean said, hanging up his phone.

“What?”, Sam asked.

“That was her school. She didn’t show up today.”, Dean said, looking confused.

“Hold on, I’ll track her.”, Sam opened his laptop and began to search for you.

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The two brothers drove to the park and hid outside the car.

“Oh my god.”, Dean said.

“What?”, Sam turned, seeing you walking, next to John. Who was dead.

“How?”, Sam asked.

“B-But…”, Dean stuttered.

“Ghost.”, Sam realized.

“We need to get him away from (Y/N). He could hurt her.” Dean said.

“Dean, look at (Y/N). S-She looks so happy.”, Sam said, looking at you.

“I know, but he’s dangerous. I-If he’s a ghost….”, Dean started.

“I know. How is he here?”, Sam asked.

“(Y/N)’s necklace. It was Dad’s old ring.” Dean said.

“Oh, right.”, Sam’s voice went low.

“I know it hurts, Sammy, but this is what we gotta do.”, Dean said, putting his hand on Sam’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I know.”, Sam sniffled before going back into the car, with Dean following closely behind.

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You made your way into the hotel room and went jumped onto the bed.

“Hey (Y/N).”, you heard Dean’s voice, startling you.

“Oh, hey. I thought you guys were on a hunt.”, you said.

“Finished early.”, Sam said.

“What’s going on?”, you asked, nervously.

“Why didn’t you go to school today?”, Dean asked.

You felt your heart race.

“(Y/N), why are you hiding things from us?”, he asked, sitting next to you.

“I-I’m not hiding anything.”, you stuttered.

Damn it. You always stuttered when you lie, even Sam and Dean knew.

“Dean.”, Sam said.

Before you could look at Sam, Dean pulled off your necklace.

“Dean?! What the hell?!” you yelled at him. Sam held you back.

“(Y/N). You know this is about.”, Sam sighed.

“Dean, stop. This isn’t funny.”, you said, your voice wavering.

“I know.”, he pulled out his lighter from his pocket.

“Dean! Stop!”, you shrieked as your eyes watered.

“He’s a ghost, (Y/N/N).”, Sam said, holding you back. You tried to push away, but couldn’t. Sam was older and bigger than you.

“Stop Dean! Please!”, you yelled.

You felt a cold breeze.

“Dad.”, Dean gasped.

“It’s okay, son. Light it on fire.”, John nodded to Dean.

“Yes sir.”, he said, as he tried again to flick on the lighter.

Your eyes watered more, as your heart ached more.

“Dean! Stop! Sammy make him stop!”, you screamed.

You saw the flame come from the lighter.

You looked at John.

“I love you kids.”, he smiled, before Dean lit the necklace on fire.

“No!”, you screamed, pushing away from Sam as you cried.

You watched as flames enveloped John as tears streamed down your face.

You dropped to the ground, letting out your cries.

“(Y/N), we had to.”, Sam said, bending down to you.

“Just leave me alone!”, you yelled, pushing him away.

“It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”, Dean said, holding you tightly, even when you tried to push him away. 

“H-He’s gone! I had him back!”, you yelled at Dean.

“I know.” , Dean said, rocking you back and forth. 

“I hate you.”, you said to them, as your voice softened.

“I know.”, Sam said, giving Dean a look.

“I hate you.”

(Posted at 10:08 PM on January 29, 2020)

[kyunshiesdrabbles]

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Title: Your Touch Is All I Want (Chapter 1/3)

Type: One shot / Drabble

Ship: Jongin x Female reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count:  1,780

Author’s Notes: I read some fluff fics about Jongin & reader last night and got inspired by them to write my own. I hope you enjoy, because I sure did have fun writing this. ^^

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It was one of those days, when everything seemed to go wrong. She have been feeling totally miserable and useless. Walking back to her apartment from works she let out deep sigh. Even her working place wasn’t far from the apartment walk seemed to last forever. As he passed the park she heard someone calling for her. Stopping on her tracks she spun around to see happily smiling Chanyeol approaching her, followed by Baekhyun and Sehun. “Hey, Y/N-ah. Where are you going?” Baekhyun asked as he was resting his elbow against Chanyeol’s shoulder, smiling his stupidly adorable smile. She really wasn’t on the mood to socialize, but she couldn’t show her misery to her squad. So, she faked a smile, in order to cover her true emotions. “I just got off the works, so I am going home. I am kinda exhausted. Can’t we talk later?” She then asks, trying her best to hide her misery with genuine smile, even it was hurting. She just wanted to get away as quick as possible, before she’d blow her cover.

Frown upon their faces were visible and it didn’t make her feel any easier. She hated letting her squad down, but today she just wanted to be alone. She didn’t really wanna talk with anyone. She just wanted to go home and hide from the world. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Usually you’d love to hangout with us.” Sehun whined as he walked over to her. Here we go. Soon she didn’t have other choice than tell. Biting her lip, she tried to come up with quick excuse to leave. Before she was able to say a word she heard way too familiar voice coming from behind her. Crap... It’s Jongin. What do I do?! She tried to come up with plan to just slip away, before things would get out of hand. As Jongin walked to scenario other’s expect female greeted him. She just hoped, that she could just vanish without a trace.  This situation was overwhelming her right now.  

"What's going on here?" Jongin asked, feeling confused by the whole situation. But more confused he was about the fact, that she wasn't greeting him, even she usually always did.  "We have no idea. She seems a bit off today. Usually she wants to hangout with us after works, but today looks like she's just trying to avoid us." Chanyeol says, pouting a bit as he looked over to female and then to Jongin, that arched a brow, turning to the female. "Y/N-ah...?" He calls out for her, as he'd be expecting her to confirm their story. Biting her lip she averted his gaze, only to feel Jongin lifting her chin to face him. She felt bang inside of her chest.  

It felt like her heart would have exploded. She felt her cheeks flushing up as she was looking into deep brown eyes of the male, that she had known since the kindergarten. During all the years her feelings towards him grew deeper. "I had busy day at works, so I am kinda exhausted now. If you'll excuse me, I'd really need to go." She said as she pulled away from Jongin's reach and dashed away, feeling tears in her eyes. She knew Jongin would never feel same way as she did towards him. Besides, he already had an girlfriend.  

"Well, I guess we have to go to the dinner without her." Baekhyun says, shrugging his shoulders. Sehun felt bad, because he really wanted her to join them, but he didn't wanna pressure her too much. Chanyeol were visibly hurt and disappointed. He'd let her know about it next day. The trio left, and Jongin was only one left standing there and watched towards the direction female had just dashed to. Why was he feeling sting inside his chest? He heard his phone ringing, causing him to snap out from his thoughts. It was his girlfriend. Sighing heavily he picked up the call and walked away.  

Once female got back to her apartment she unlocked the door and went inside, dropping her back to floor and removed her shoes, before making her way towards the bedroom. Flopping down to bed she buried her face into pillow, letting the tears flow. She wasn't able to hold it in any longer. So, she cried until falling asleep somehow. Some hours passed and it was getting dark already.  She slowly woke up and checked the clock from her phone, also seeing missed calls. 2 missed calls "Yeoliepollie" and 3 missed calls "Jonginnie" said the screen. She just put her phone down and curled up to ball, still feeling miserable mess after everything, that happened at works and that moment with Jongin in the park. She felt like someone had pierced her chest with the sharp knife as she thought about it, causing her flinch and curl up even more. Someone like Jongin would never ever date someone like me. Still... I can't stop myself from dreaming about it.

She laid there for a moment and then heard the doorbell ring. What now...? Sighing heavily she forced herself up from the bed and dragged herself to the door. Maybe it was Chanyeol, coming to complain how she just left them behind without explaining herself better. But she was shocked as he saw who was behind the door. Why is he here? She thought, at the sight of Jongin. Trying to collect herself she took deep breath, before slowly opening the door. "Oh, Jongin-ah... W-what brings you here? I thought you were supposed to be with your girlfriend." She said, trying to smile a bit, but it seemed harder than she originally thought.  Jongin stood there quietly for a while, as if he'd be trying to read her.  

"I was, but since you didn't answer my calls, I decided to come over to see you." He then says, keeping his dark  brown eyes on her, making her cheeks flush up once again. "Uh... I passed out once I got home, and my phone was muted, so I didn't hear your calls. But I'm alright." She says then faking a smile. Jongin wasn't buying it. "No, Y/N, you're not. I'm not blind, you know." He then says sternly, making female swallow. There was something in his voice, that made her feel a bit nervous. Trying to crack a smile she looked away. "I have no idea what are you talking about..." She says quietly, avoiding his gaze only to feel Jongin grabbing her chin once again, making her heart skip a beat. "Judging by the stains on your cheeks, and your smudged make-up... You've been crying., haven't you?" He then comments with serious expression on his face. It was like someone had hit her to head with frying pan. Damn it...! I forgot to wash my make-up... She thought to herself, biting her lip. She knew there was no point trying to deny it. He already caught her.  

Sighing heavily, she gave up from the pretending. "You know... You're right... I have been crying. I had terrible day at works... Seemed like all went wrong and I just got negative feedback about all I did. I really wasn't on the mood to socialize with anyone after works. I just wanted to be alone... I didn't want to let my squad or you down, so I was pretending to be alright and..." Before she was able to continue she felt Jongin's arms warping themselves around her. Her cheeks flushed up and her heart was about to jump off her chest. Feeling his warm embrace made her feel so vulnerable, so she just couldn't hold it back, she bursted into tears. Burying her face into Jongin's strong chest she allowed herself to her emotions, her fingers grasping into fabric of Jongin's long coat, as she warped her own arms around him.  

"It's alright... Just let it out... I'm here for you, Y/N... I'm here..." He whispers soothingly, before placing his lips against her hair, kissing top of her head gently, holding her against his body, while his other hand was running soothingly up and down her back. How he hated to see her like this. It was also hurting him. He cared so much about her and seeing her in state like this was unbearable for him.  After some while she managed to collect herself. "Feeling better?" He asks then, wiping off the remaining tears from her cheeks, while looking at her with his warm eyes. As much as she hated to cry in front of him, she couldn't deny the fact of letting out her emotions actually helped. Nodding she offered him small smile.  

"Yeah... Thank you, Jongin." She says then as she looked up to the tall man before her.  Resting his hands on her shoulders Jongin looked into her eyes, smiling softly. "Will you be alright now? I need to go back to studio for a bit." He says then, keeping eyes on his friend, while rubbing her shoulders gently. Honestly she wished he could've stayed, but she knew importance of his works too. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you for stopping by. I'm feeling better now." She says with smile as she looked into his eyes, feeling her cheeks flush up again. Every time their eyes met she felt the warmth inside of her chest.  

She would never be feel the same towards anyone else. "That's good to hear. You know I always got your back." He says as he once again pulled her into his warm embrace. She warped her own arms around him and hugged him tightly back. "I'll text you later, okay? Stay safe and don't overthink anything." He says, poking her nose softly before turning to leave and waved at her with bright smile. Female waved back and stood there, watching after him until he was out of the sight. Sighing heavily she closed the door and went to finally wash away her smudged make-up.

After showering she went to make herself cup of tea to relax more. As she didn't get the message from Jongin she thought, that he was busy, so he just went straight to bed, curling up, burying herself into blanket as she fell asleep. After an hour or so her phone's screen turned on, informing about the message, but she was already in dreamland.  

Chapter 2 coming soon...

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

With you, anywhere will be my home (taehyung x reader) pt. 7

pt. 6

You wake up having felt like you got the best night sleep of your life. Nothing compares to falling asleep in Taehyung’s arms. He’s so warm, and he had his arms wrapped around you the entire night, keeping you cuddled against his chest. His face was slightly puffy and you couldn’t help but think he looked absolutely adorable. Without even realizing it you had reached out and poked his cheek. He groggily opened his eyes and when he realized you were looking back at him he instantly broke out into his signature smile.

“Good morning to you too baby.”

“Sorry, you just looked so cute I had to poke your cheek.” He laughs and rolls over with you still in his arms so he’s now hovering over top of you.

“Well now it’s a great morning.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. His lips leave your own to trail over your neck, lightly kissing your collar bone.

“Tae?” You’re slightly breathless and he sits up pulling away from you.

“Sorry. You just have no idea how gorgeous you look right now.”

“You’re lying. I look like a gremlin in the morning.”

“A very cute gremlin.” You pick up your pillow and whack him in the chest with it. He flops back down on top of you and you card your fingers through his hair. You are almost about to fall back asleep when Taehyung shoots up out of bed.

“Alright y/n get up and get ready. It’s time for you to meet the family.” You freeze in a moment of panic. “Not my parents! Sorry! The guys, the members. I should have worded that differently you look like you’re about to have a panic attack.” You still freeze and just stare at him. “You look like you’re still worried what’s wrong honey?”

“It doesn’t matter if they aren’t your biological family, Tae. They mean a lot to you and I am worried they won’t like me.”

“Well, Jimin already met you and he seemed to like you just fine.” You fidget with your hands and pick at your nails nervously. Suddenly Taehyung’s large hands envelop your own.

“Hey, jagi everything is going to be okay. Trust me.” He smiles at you and you instantly relax.

“Okay, Tae.” You both get ready and go down to the lobby to wait for the driver. The ride over Taehyung was giving you words of reassurance, telling you to just be yourself and the members would like you just fine. When you approached the dorms you could already smell delicious food wafting into the hallway.

“Ah, Jin hyung must be cooking for us. You’re in for a treat y/n.” Taehyung opens the door and immediately 6 pairs of eyes are on you. You shift your feet and look down at them before bringing your head up to meet their gaze.

“Uh, hi everyone. I’m y/n it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to see you again y/n!” Jimin gets up from the chair and hugs you.

“What?! You got to meet her already? No fair!” Hoseok yells from the couch.

“So this is the girl you can’t stop talking about huh?” Yoongi gets up and walks to stand right in front of you. You aren’t going to lie, you’re a little intimidated. That is until he gives you a small smile and places his hand on your shoulder and tells you that he’s happy to meet the one who has his friend so smitten. They all introduce themselves, and all seem to be on the same page that Taehyung has not stopped talking about you since he met you. You have a constant blush on your face hearing them talk about how much Taehyung seems to love you. You look over at Taehyung and see that his face has turned bright red.

“Okay you guys that’s enough! She gets it. I am in love with her. She knows, okay? Quit teasing me!” You let out a giggle as Jin and Namjoon come out of the kitchen. Before you can process what is happening Jin has wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“So this is the girl I have been hearing so much about! Taehyung your words didn’t do her justice she’s an absolute angel.”

“Thank you, Jin. It’s nice to meet you. You too Namjoon.”

“Okay kids go sit at the table lunch is done!” Taehyung pulls your seat out for you and plops down in the chair next to you. Apparently not satisfied with how far away the chair is, he grabs it and scoots you closer to him. His hand rests on your thigh the entire meal, giving you an encouraging squeeze every once in a while. It’s comforting. They ask you questions wanting to get to know you better. Namjoon is right in the middle of asking you a question when suddenly you see a tiny ball of fluff come padding out from one of the bedrooms.

“YEONTAN!” You get up from the table and immediately run over to the small creature. His tail instantly wagging when he sees you. You coo over how cute he is and rub his belly as the members look at you fondly, laughing to themselves.

“What? Tae did tell you how we met right?”

“Of course he did. He was jealous of Tannie for hours.”

“That’s not true, Jimin I was not!”

“You were pouting every time you looked at Yeontan, Tae.” Jungkook chimes in. Taehyung grumbles something under his breath and you can’t help but start laughing. Yeontan lays in your lap, resting his head on your leg as he falls asleep with you scratching his head.

“Sorry Namjoon I didn’t mean to cut you off. I just got really excited when I saw Yeontan.”

“It’s okay y/n.” You two quickly fall back into your conversation. Jungkook suggests you all should watch a movie together. Everyone agrees but after dinner is cleaned up first. After an intense game of rock paper scissors you and Namjoon had lost. You go to the kitchen to help Namjoon with the dishes while everyone else goes to sit in the living room.

“So, y/n. You’re leaving the day after tomorrow right?”

“...Unfortunately yes. I have to. I have a job back home. I have things to take care of there. As much as I would love to just stay here with Taehyung, I can’t. And I don’t know if he even wants me to stay. I don’t know if he sees this as just a fling that he’ll get over as soon as I leave, or if he actually is as in love with me as I am with him..”

“What if he was willing to help you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean.. okay don’t tell him I told you this he’d kill me. Taehyung told me that it’s literally going to shatter his heart if you leave. He loves you so much y/n it’s.. I never believed in soulmates but looking at the two of you I think they might just be real. I have never seen him speak so fondly of someone before. If he was willing to help get you citizenship, get you a job here, stay with him, would you stay?”

“I can’t Namjoon. I can’t ask him to do that for me. He has a enough stress on his shoulders. I don’t want him thinking I am just using him for his status and money. And plus you guys have your tour starting soon. Your first show is a few days after I leave. I know Taehyung has been missing practices and rehearsals because of me. I don’t want to be a burden on him.”

“He doesn’t think that y/n. He knows you love him. He cherishes you, just think about it. Okay? All I am saying is you don’t have to leave. You don’t have to break his heart and your own in the process.” With the last of the dishes done you walk into the living room and flop down on the couch next to Taehyung.

“Is everything okay y/n?” You don’t even have to say anything and he can already tell something is bothering you. You put a smile on your face to try and reassure him but he can tell it’s fake.

“I’m fine Tae.”

“No you’re not. We’ll talk about it later though.” You sigh and lay your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers together. You don’t even remember what movie you watched or what had happened, having too much on your mind right now. As soon as the credits were rolling Taehyung stood up and grabbed your hand, leading you away from the living room.

“We have a busy day tomorrow guys so we’re going to go to sleep now.”

“It was nice meeting you all.” They all tell you goodnight and promise to make breakfast in the morning for you and Taehyung. You thank them as you’re being pulled into his room.

“What’s wrong baby? And please don’t say nothing. Did Namjoon say something to you?”

“No Taehyung he didn’t say anything bad. I just have a lot to think about right now.”

“What do you need to think about?”

“Just, us. This. Everything.” Taehyung sits on the bed and gazes up at you with a worried and sad expression.

“What about us?” You can see the hurt behind his eyes already and it kills you. But you aren’t going to stay unless Taehyung asks you himself. It doesn’t matter what Namjoon told you. Obviously Taehyung wasn’t ready to discuss this with you and you weren’t about to bring it up if he told it to his friend in confidence.

“Do you love me Tae?”

“What kind of a question is that? Of course I love you.”

“You don’t just see this as a fleeting romance? Like a summer fling?”

“Jagi no. No no no absolutely not. You are everything to me.” He grabs you and pulls you into his lab, cupping both sides of your face and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Where is this coming from? Have I said or did anything to make you think my feelings for you weren’t genuine?”

“No. Just, never mind. Forget I said anything.”

“No y/n we need to talk about this while..” His words trail off as he stares at the wall.

“While what?”

“While you’re still here. I don’t want to spend our last 2 nights having misunderstandings.”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore Taehyung just drop it please?” He removes his hands from your face and sighs heavily at you.

“Fine.” He scoots out from underneath you and lays on the bed facing the wall.

“Taetae don’t be like that please. I’m just sad that I have to leave you is all. These last few days just went by way too fast for me and I..” Your voice cracks at the end as tears are blurring your vision. You lay down next to him on your back, taking deep breaths to calm yourself and stop yourself from crying. You close your eyes and feel his hand reach out and grab you, pulling you so your arms are wrapped around his waist and you’re holding him. You bury your face in his back.

“I won’t bring it up again. I don’t want us to argue when we don’t have much time left together..”

Why won’t you just ask me to stay? You think your yourself.

Why won’t you just tell me you don’t want to leave? Taehyung says to himself.

“Okay,Tae. I love you. Please don’t ever forget that. I love you with my whole heart.”

“I love you too. I’ll see you in the morning okay?”

“Okay. Sweet dreams, honey.”

“Only if you’re in them.”

You smirk and laugh into his shirt. “You’re so cheesy you know that?”

“Only for you babe.”

[dazeyrains-blog]

Keep me warm. Cliche trope. Hayffie summer week Day 4!!

"Haymitch, if you want to argue with me, fine, carry on, but I will not relent! I know that girl better than anyone of you and why? Because I'm a woman too"

He looked at her questioningly just to push her buttons.

"Just leave, please!" She ordered, dismissing him towards her door with a wave of her hand "I'm bored of your face and I want to go to sleep"

'THIS IS AN EMERGENCY CONTAINMENT ANNOUNCEMENT!'

Coins pre recorded voice suddenly bellowed over the compartment speakers...

'PLEASE CLEAR ALL DOORS FOR THE EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN PROCEDURE'

"Oh hell no!" Haymitch cursed, running towards the door to find it already electronically sealed shut.

'ALL THOSE OUTSIDE OF THEIR LIVING COMPARTMENTS, MUST IMMEDIATELY HEAD TO THE NEAREST SECURITY POD LOCATION, ONE MINUTE COUNT DOWN TO FULL EMERGENCY LOCK DOWN, COMMENCING NOW. 60, 59, 58, 57...

"What's happening?"

Haymitch was still trying at her door

"Haymitch!?"

"We're on lock down sweetheart! Must have the cavalry on its way towards us"

52, 51, 50...

"Oh, an air raid?"

"Must have come in fast if we didn't get time to all get to the base level pod"

He was pulling and pushing but nothing would give.

"Question, Haymitch! If we are on emergency lockdown, why on earth are you trying to unlock my door!?"

47, 46, 45, 44...

Haymitch paused his efforts for a second to explain...

"Because, sweetheart, last time we had a lock down, how long were we confined to our quarters for?"

39, 38, 37, 36....

"Two days"

"Two days, exactly! And Unless I can get this damn door open before the full lock down kicks in, guess who's got me as a roomie for the next-"

"Two days!? With you?! In here!?"

28, 27, 26, 25, 24....

"Well done, sweetheart!"

Effie ran towards her door and the two of them pulled together

"There's simply no way I'm spending the next 24 hours in here with you! Let alone two days!"

Ego slightly bruised, Haymitch nodded towards her "Likewise!"

10, 9, 8, 7...

"No, no, no, no! Open you damn door!"

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1...FULL EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN PROCEDURE COMPLETE"

"Fuck!" Haymitch cursed, massaging his hands. Effie tutted at his language but realised it was fitting.

They heard the steel clangs echoing around the facility, the sound of lockdown. The lights went out and the heaters went off. For the next day/ night or two days/ nights, they were stuck, in a one bed compartment, together.

As the emergency strip lighting kicked in dimly, Effie and Haymitch faced each other awkwardly.

"Well..." she pouted "Not such a comfortable night ahead for you" She said, throwing him one of her pillows and the extra woolen blanket at the bottom of her bed.

"Don't worry, I've slept in worse"

He lay the blanket and pillow down on the concrete floor, kicked off his shoes and lay down on top of them with a heavy sigh. "Ah, yeah, this is just heaven"

Effie stifled a laugh. The temperature was dropping fast already, she could already see her own clouds of breath.

"Will you be warm enough?" She asked, rubbing at her arms

"Human radiator me, princess" then he looked her way "Will you? Or you ah, need a spoon tonight?"

"Ugh" she rolled her eyes as he giggled at his own joke "I wouldn't spoon with you if you were the last man in hell and hell froze over!"

He laughed again, she was witty when she wanted to be. He closed his eyes and wriggled his butt a bit, but he was as comfortable as he was going to get tonight.

"Night sweetheart"

"Stop calling me that! And don't you dare snore, or I'll smother you where you sleep!"

Effie went to her wardrobe and fished out the ugly grey sweater that she had been given as part of her uniform. Well, at least it came in handy for something. Looking over her shoulder to make sure his eyes were closed, she unravelled the headscarf from her head, pulled out her hair pins and ran her fingers through her blonde curls before slipping the sweater over her head and crawling into her bed.

The emergency lights were giving off a small humming sound which was slightly frustrating, but they were dim enough to sleep under. She looked towards the door and saw that the emergency food supply box had unlocked itself, which meant it was cold oats and water for the foreseeable.

Haymtich looked already asleep she noticed, as the hand that rested over his abdomen rose and fell steadily with his deep breaths.

It. Was. Freezing.

She pulled the covers up to her chin and made her best effort to fall asleep.

.....

"Haymitch...? H- Haymitch...?"

He heard her voice, tired and whiney from across the room

"Haymitch is sleeping..."

"Please?"

He groaned loudly on purpose, sitting up and squinting his eyes to look over

"WHAT WOMAN!"

"You're...You're..."

"What? Snoring too loud? Sleeping to quiet? What!?"

"You're g-g- going to have t-t-to get in this bed with me"

Had he heard right?

"Excuse me? Come again?"

"I c-c-can't feel my body, I'm s-s-so cold. I n-need you to come over here a-a-and keep m-m-me warm"

Although her teeth were chattering, she still spoke with all the grace of a well to do lady.

Haymitch rubbed his eyes again, unsure if he was still dreaming or not.

"So, what you're saying is, you want me...to get into bed with...you?"

She heard the smirk in his tone

"For crying out loud H-haymitch, w-w-would you rather I die of pneumonia!"

He didn't ponder over that one for too long.

"So you're saying...you...miss Effie Trinket, want me, Mr last man in hell, to come over there and...spoon you?"

She wanted to scream at him and tell him to go fuck himself, but then she would still have to freeze to death in her own bed before she could get any sleep so she swallowed her pride...

"It ap-p-pears that hell has frozen over. And I t-t-take it b-back, I do n-n-need you?"

"Say that again?"

"I need you?"

"One more time, its hard to hear all the way over here in hell"

"God damnit Haymitch!! G-g-get over here!"

He laughed out loud, springing to his feet and bringing the extra blanket and pillow with him. He placed it next to hers and draped the blanket over her as she faced away from him, scooting as far over to the wall as she possibly could.

He pulled her blanket back and she tensed.

"Oh, sorry...want me to sleep on top-"

"Just. Get. In!" She ordered to which he shrugged and obliged, but not before slipping his t-shirt off...

Effie caught sight of him over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" She asked bluntly

"You need my body heat Effie, do you want to be warm?"

If she had heard any sort of sarcasm in his tone she would have changed her mind about the whole thing, but he sounded serious and just as tired as she was...

"Ok" she answered, pulling her side of the covers higher over her chin.

Haymitch slipped in beside her and got himself comfortable first but quickly noted her tense body edging as far away from his as she possibly could.

He let out a frustrated sigh.

"Get over it Effie, it's not like I'm going to brag about this" he stated, wrapping his arm around her waist and dragging towards him strongly, making her gasp as her back hit his chest.

She was stunned to silence as she watched how he professionally worked the blankets around them, tucking them both into a little cocoon. He didn't say a word as he slid his right arm under her neck, giving her an extra pillow and wrapped the other over her crossed arms, pulling her in tighter.

He let out a small sigh, signalling he was done faffing around and ready to sleep.

Effie felt his warmth melting through her sweater already and with her head resting in the crook between his collar and jaw, she slowly felt the lul of sleep washing over her. She was comfortable...too comfortable. For a moment she felt the ache of her loneliness poke her in the gut, but she squeezed her eyes shut to block it out and allowed herself to settle in beside him.

.......

Haymitch yawned himself awake. The emergency lights had lowered still, allowing it to be dark enough to sleep but still light enough to see your way around the room if need be.

He was thirsty, but the supply box was over by the door and his arm was stuck under Effies neck. He lifted himself up best he could to try and slip his arm away but she was pretty much wedged into his side, snoring gently, he was amused to discover.

He sighed and remained where he was for a second, stretching out his back. He wriggled his fingers but dead arm was well and truly set in which was frustrating.

Move her and wake her or just let it be, he thought. His head was saying 'Just move the damn woman, she's getting a good sleep, you are not!' But looking down at her, sleeping peacefully in his arms, he couldn't do it.

He pushed the hair out of her eyes and let one of her soft curls linger between his fingers. She was actually quite beautiful when he thought about it, but as soon as he thought about it, his head took over and he decided to move his arm.

Tugging beneath her gently, he felt her stir and in her sleep she began to slowly shift position, rolling to face him with a heavy yawn.

He got his chance and pulled his arm free, but just as he did, Effie rolled in closer, burying her face into the crook of his neck and pressing her chest into his as her arm slid around his waist.

He froze. Languishing in the moment.

Her soft fingers gently carving circles along his side as her lips grazed at his throat. He swallowed hard, more thirsty than ever, but he couldn't wake her. Or should he?

The feeling was slowly returning to his arm which now hovered above her head, unsure of where to settle. He rolled onto his back slowly, hooking his arm around her to move her with him so she wouldn't wake.

Now, although he was in a much more comfier position, Effie was now sprawled over his chest, so he wasn't overly sure that move had been the best idea.

He was stuck again, this time between what was the right thing to do or what was the most sensible...

Her head was still nestled in his crook and he could still feel the tip of her nose and lips at his skin. It was everything not to caress her gently, at one point he absently mindedly stole another curl between his fingers and started to twirl it around before realising what he was doing and let go, clenching his fist together to stop him from doing that again.

Sleep was evading him. Either because he just wasn't tired any more or that he was too distracted.

An hour turned into two, and around 5am the next morning, as Haymitch was finally starting to doze off, Effie stirred on top of him and roused herself awake.

"Morning, sweetheart" he mused as she yawned and stretched her limbs for a second before smiling sleepily and falling back over his chest like it was the most usual morning thing...

"Hmmmm good morning" she sighed, but less than a second later Haymitch felt her tense before she woke fully with a start, screaming and then accidently kicking him out onto the floor

"Haymitch! Oh god! I'm sorry! I thought I was...I thought I was dreaming! Then you were...close!"

Haymitch rolled onto his back rubbing his head. "Damnit Effie, had you forgotten that it was you who invited me in last night"

Effie bit her lip when she saw him hurt, he must have whacked his head on the bedside drawers on the way down. She threw her covers back and hopped onto the floor, kneeling infront of him.

"I must have...I'm sorry, are you ok?"

She tilted his face up to see his bump better, he stopped squinting as soon as her eyes met his, as soon as he saw those messy bed curls tumbling over her face again as she looked at him worrisomely.

They were having a moment.

Already missing the protective warmth that had surrounded her in her dreams, Effie realised he was still shirtless. Now, kneeling between his open legs as they sat upon the cold floor, she started to feel something else, stirring inside.

With Haymtichs face still resting in her hands, she smoothed her thumb over the thump on his head before replacing it with a gentle kiss.

His hands shot to her arms but they didn't push her away, they held her in place as her lips trailed from his brow to the corner of his mouth, her nose slowly caressing the side of his hesitantly.

"If you wanted me out, just just had to ask" he joked, trying to stay in control although he was losing it very quickly.

Effies thumb grazed over his lips before she swooped her mouth around to his ear and whispered "Come back to bed"

She stood and pulled him up with her and as they stood face to face in the dim light. She slowly removed her sweater and threw it to the ground

"You warm enough now, sweetheart"

"Warm? Yes..." she almost purred, licking her bottom lip.

She pushed him back until the back of his knees felt the bed, then the two of them tumbled back down together

"But no where near warm enough"

[printscript]

JoJo Shorts pt. 2

Pairing: Josuyasu Words: 1497 Rating: T AU: None Warning: Minor language Summary: Josuke is the biggest drama queen you’ll ever meet. A/N: I was fully planning to go more from Josuke's point of view bc I like writing for him, but it slipped into Oku and stayed there so here you have it. Also, Tomoko is underrated and writing for her is actually a lot of fun.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18227726

Tomoko Higashikata was a generally put-together woman. Her childhood was average, she grew up, had a few jobs, dated a few people. She was usually short to temper unless aggravated, but her entire life had changed once she had a child. Yes, it had been 16 years dealing with said child, and yes, they sometimes had a falling out once in a while- as teenage sons have with their mothers.

But this time, her son was being a drama queen. Nothing new, surely, but it was grouped with raw rebellion and utter asshole.

“JOSUKE OPEN THE DOOR-” Tomoko pounded the wood with her fist, jiggling the doorknob but knowing that it wouldn’t do anything. When Josuke wanted to be alone, there was nothing you could do about it.

Josuke began to sputter words though muffled sobs, something about how he didn’t deserve to ever speak to anyone ever again; he probably had his face in a pillow.

It made Tomoko sigh the deepest sigh she could muster and rub her temples with her fingertips. “Josuke, you are going to be late again, please get up.”

Her son just wailed. “Mom, you couldn’t understand, my life RUINED! I’m never going out again, I’ll die.”

“Josuke, you have to be kidding me right now, I have to get to work. If this is about your fucking hair, I think I’ll have an aneurysm.”

There was no response from Josuke, which meant that it was definitely about his hair.

“If you don’t go to school today, I’m gonna beat your ass, Josuke!”

“It’s better than letting anyone see me like this, in such a horrible state, everything is going to shit, I deserve this.” Josuke groaned into his pillow.

Tomoko was at her wits’ end. At this point, there was no use in arguing with her melodramatic teenage son, so she decided that she would just go to work and deal with him later. Yep, she had to deal with him later. For her own health. She made her way down the hall and downstairs, grabbed a light jacket, and moved to open the front door. She opened it to Josuke’s friend, Okuyasu, probably here to take him to school.

“Hi, Ms. Higashikata, is Josuke home?”

What a nice boy. So much nicer than Mr. my-hair’s-ruined-so-my-whole-life-is-too, who was sitting upstairs whining. Tomoko sighed, attempting not to sound too distressed.

“The idiot is in his room sulking about his hair.” She said. “I have to get to work, but if you could get him to leave the house, it would save a lot of stress, thanks, dear.”

“Sure thing,” Okuyasu said, hand on the back of his neck before he slipped into the door and into the kitchen. The front door closed behind him before he heard the car start up and pull out.

Josuke’s house was nice. That was one of the reasons Okuyasu liked to come here so often, also because his own home held so many bad memories for him, but this house only held good ones. It made him smile. He focused on the railing of the stairs as he walked up them, then went up to Josuke’s door, knocking lightly.

“Mom, I already told you, no one can see me like this!” Josuke groaned.

Okuyasu laughed, “Bro, it’s just me. Can I come in?”

There was a choking sound from inside Josuke’s room, the click of the door unlocking after a moment, then the patter of socked feet running back towards the bed. The blanket was settling over Josuke’s back by the time Okuyasu could open the door and peer in.

“Ah, come on, bro, you can’t look that bad, right? Your hair always looks so cool, no matter what you do to it.”

“Thanks, dude, but not even Crazy D could fix this one.” Came Josuke’s muffled voice from the comforter.

Okuyasu had walked across the room and sat at the foot of Josuke’s bed at this point. Josuke always looked amazing. He was just that kind of guy. You know, the guy who takes his physical appearance really seriously. Like the dude probably has more skin and hair products than Okuyasu could count.

When Okuyasu forgot to reply, Josuke spoke up again.

“Promise you won’t laugh, okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

Josuke sighed before he sat up, letting the plush blanket fall from his shoulders.

The first thing Okuyasu looked at was not his hair. He was drawn to Josuke’s long eyelashes and the overemotional tears in the corners of his eyes that just made them look bluer. He looked at his best friend’s mouth, and how Josuke’s right canine sunk into the skin of his bottom lip as he bit it in nervousness. He looked at his jawline, the way the muscles in his face rippled when he swallowed and at the hole in his earlobe where he earring usually was. Okay, now he was spacing out. Josuke was so pretty it made him feel a little too warm. Okuyasu had to stop himself from reaching his hand out to move the stray strand of hair that was blocking his view of Josuke’s other eye.

His hair... it wasn’t funny or ugly or ruined at all. Josuke was crazy. It was down, out of its pomp, framing Josuke’s face and brushing his cheeks. Sure, it stuck up a little in a few places, and it looked a little damp from when Josuke may have attempted to fix it earlier, but it was just a little bedhead. Not funny at all. Cute, if anything.

“I accidentally fell asleep when my hair was still air-drying, and so, of course, it had to go and get all smushed from sleeping on it, but now it’s just not going back to where it’s s’posed to be and since it was wet and had a little product in it to keep it up in the morning but didn’t realize it was my last bottle, now it’s gonna be sticking up all day, and I can’t let anyone see me like this because I’d die on the spot if my hair wasn’t perfect and how it’s s’posed to be, ya know? It’s like my signature thing, I just-”

“Dude.”

Josuke stopped the flailing and rambling he was doing to look at Okuyasu, his rant turning into an incoherent babble until he fell quiet, putting his hands on the bed between his crossed legs and looking a little embarrassed.

Okuyasu was suddenly lost for any words that could even tell him that it didn’t matter at all. What was he supposed to say, ‘your bedhead looks kinda hot?’ No. He’d get smacked, probably. Or at least he’d weird-out Josuke and they’d stop being friends forever, he couldn’t-

“W-what did you say?” Josuke was red, his eyes as wide as saucers, fully gnawing on his lip now, looking like he was trying not to scream, or faint, or both.

Shit. Okuyasu could have sworn he hadn’t said that aloud, but maybe he had, he sometimes forgot to filter his thoughts.

“I said your bedhead looks kinda hot.”

That sent Josuke mentally reeling, at least it looked like it because he had one hand over his eyes and one dragging through his hair to try and fix it again. His ears were red and he was mumbling again.

Okuyasu had failed a second time to keep himself from saying something stupid, and he thought he really should just leave the room before he made Josuke die right there and then.

Instead, his legs made him stand up and move in front of Josuke. He reached in his pocket and produced a rubber band. These were special rubber bands for hair apparently. Yukako would give him these when he kept dropping his pencils so he could group them all together. She always had a few of them on her wrists and Okuyasu just sorta forgot to give them back. But before he could stop himself, he had his hands buried in Josuke’s hair and pushing it back into a half ponytail. It was a little sloppy; Okuyasu was no hair stylist, he only slicked his own hair back every day, but he thought he did a pretty good job even as Josuke stared up at him with a dumbfounded look on his face like Okuyasu had just kissed him or slapped him or something.

“You could just try a new look, Josuke.”

Josuke had already been patting his head, trying to figure out what his friend in front of him had done with his hair, and upon not being able to figure out how the ponytail looked from feeling it, got up and shuffled to the bathroom.

“I mean- it’s not really my style or anything, but like, I guess since you did it, and it’s not that bad, I’ll just keep it for now-” Josuke made excuses from the mirror.

Okuyasu sat back down on the bed and laughed a bit.

“Dude, you’re such a drama queen.”