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floresmarique · 3 years

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Here is a lil Daniel one shot for all my LaRusso girls ♡

SECRET CRUSH(DANIEL LARUSSO X FEM!READER)

Plot; You are one of Ali's best friends, hiding a secret: having a big crush on Daniel, the one boy she is dating. But what will happen when Daniel asks you to help him with Ali?

WARNING: A tiny bit of a smutty situation.

Tags; 'cheating' in a certain sense, dry humping, Daniel being VERY bold, seductive reader, some angst, fluff.

Also, they are still in high school just for the sake of the plot.

Enjoy!

There he was again, Daniel LaRusso.

He was talking to Ali, as always. She was laughing, resting her back against the school's wall. Daniel had one arm beside her head, the other hand was on his hip and he had a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

And then there was (Y/N).

She was admiring the scene from afar, a sad sigh leaving her mouth while she held her books tight to her chest. Since she saw Daniel that first day on the beach, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She thought he looked so gorgeous with those dark locks of his and his chestnut eyes. His skin looked tanned and his body was slim, more skinny than muscular.

But, of course, he had his eyes for Ali since the beginning. (Y/N) wasn't surprised about it but she was dying of jealousy. She wasn't the classic ugly duck best friend, in fact, (Y/N) was considered one of the hottest girls at school along with Ali. A lot of boys desired her and before Johnny Lawrence even got with Ali, he first flirted with (Y/N) but she always refused him so Ali was kinda the second option.

(Y/N) didn't feel insecure about herself because she had a very high self-esteem. She always took care of herself, always had a good smell and beautiful soft hair and her body always turned a lot of heads. She had an amazing sense of style, even better than Ali if you asked her.

But (Y/N) wasn't just looks; she had a beautiful personality too, always sweet and humble. She never liked to get involved in drama, it was a waste of time in her opinion. Her sense of humour always cracked up even the most silent kid. She also had a very sassy attitude and wasn't scared to bite if someone tried to provoke her or the people she cared about since she was very protective and people knew that it was better not to mess with her.

"Ali, we should get to class." After stopping envying her best friend's relationship with Daniel, (Y/N) finally walked towards the both of them and said the first thing to make them separate. She knew that their relationship still would exist but she felt an aching pain in her chest whenever she saw them talking and laughing together.

Ali sighed and nodded, kissing Daniel's cheek and then whispered something in his ear that made him smirk.

Was it something dirty? (Y/N) was dying to know but at the same time she preferred to not know anything about their intimate life. Ali never talked to her about it, maybe they were still taking time to not rush anything or she was just shy about it but (Y/N) knew that one day they would have done something together and the thought of it made her sick to her stomach.

Daniel gazed at (Y/N) and gave her his usual friendly smile. He was wearing a tartan button up shirt and some high waisted black jeans. He had gotten taller since the last year, when her and Ali first met him, but his voice stayed the same. (Y/N) noticed that many times Daniel checked her out and it even happened on their first encounter at the beach but she thought that it was something unintentional that every guy did.

"Wait!" Daniel exclaimed before the two friends could walk away. "(Y/N), can i talk to you for a moment?"

(Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach at his request. He never asked her something and their conversations were very minimal and mostly about Ali. (Y/N) nodded while her friend furrowed her eyebrows, confused, but then she smiled and waved at them.

"I'm going to class, see you later (Y/N)!" She said and, before completely walking away, she sent Daniel a kiss that he fake caught with his hand, sending her a big grin.

"So what is it?" (Y/N) tried to hide her excitment and the blush that was starting to form on her cheeks. Daniel took her hand so that they could go somewhere a little more private. (Y/N) heated even more up at his physical contact and gulped, she felt the warmth of his hand and felt his long and slim fingers around her palm.

"Okay!" He said once they reached a column and went behind it. "You are the only person that can help me right now."

(Y/N) smiled, hoping to hear Daniel say something that completely involved just her and him. She was tapping the edges of her books with her fingertips, obviously feeling very nervous.

But her hope and smile vanished when he finally spoke.

"Soon it's gonna be Ali's birthday..." He started and (Y/N) contained her delusion and sighs of vanished hope to herself, listening to him. What was she expecting? Of course it was about Ali, like always. He always chose (Y/N) when he needed to do something for Ali because she was her closest friend and knew her better than the others. "I want to organize a fun party for her and i also don't know what gift should i give her-"

"Ali doesn't want a big party this year." (Y/N) cutted him off. "She told me that she's tired of big parties, so don't bother."

(Y/N) sounded more acid than she intended to be, but it wasn't her fault. It was the jealousy that made her like that.

"Oh..." Daniel looked confused and thought about it for a second before nodding. "Okay, well, can you help me with the gift? Maybe we could go shopping together this evening if it's okay with you. I'm really desperate, i don't know what to give her! She literally has everything!"

(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled at his words.

He was basically telling her to hang out with him that night to find a gift for Ali.

Hanging out together.

(Y/N) didn't even thought about it for a second, she couldn't miss that opportunity. Spending an evening with him was something she always desired, even if it was just for Ali. She was hoping to get to know him better, to talk about their interests and maybe to find some things in common.

She couldn't say no.

"Yeah, sounds fine to me." She nonchalantly nodded, making it look like it wasn't that big of a deal but inside she was squealing. "I'll meet you at 6:00 pm at the mall, alright?"

"Yeah!" He smiled. "6:00 pm at the mall, captain!"

He walked away and turned around to wink at her and (Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat at his action. She stood still behind the column and softly smiled to herself, already thinking of an outfit for the evening. Once she reached her class 5 minutes late, she sat next to Ali like always and tried to act as if nothing happened.

"Pst!" Ali whispered and nudged her elbow, stopping (Y/N) from taking notes on her notebook. "What did Daniel want?"

(Y/N) couldn't tell her about what happened because it was also about her birthday, so she shrugged and kept writing notes.

"Nothing much, he just needed an help with a math exercise."

Ali looked a little hesitant at first and narrowed her eyes, but then believed her because she knew that (Y/N) was very good in every subject while Daniel not so much. Many minutes passed since the last words the two friends exchanged and (Y/N) suddenly saw a little folded piece of paper fall on her notebook. She furrowed her eyebrows and opened it, reading the message inside.

'Are you coming to my house this evening?'

-Johnny.

"I think that's for me!" Ali silently giggled and took the piece of paper from (Y/N)'s hands, letting out a soft laugh after reading it. She then wrote a simple 'yes' on the same paper and throwed it back to Johnny, grinning while doing so, leaving (Y/N) in pure shock as she watched the full scene.

"What are you doing?" She whisper-yelled to Ali. "I thought you never wanted to talk to Johnny again."

"Chill out, (Y/N)!" The blonde said and turned the page of her book. "We are just friends now."

"He invited you to his house, do you really think that he has friendly intentions with you?"

(Y/N) saw the teacher's glare on her and wrote no sense words on her notebook just to not be yelled at. Ali rolled her eyes and didn't look at her, making (Y/N) even more mad. She couldn't believe it and all that she was thinking about was Daniel.

"What about Daniel? Are you gonna tell him that you are paying a visit to your ex boyfriend's house?" (Y/N) spoke with a sarcastic tone and Ali scoffed.

"I know what i'm doing, it's not like i'm cheating on him." (Y/N) shook her head in disappointment, rage building up inside of her. Daniel didn't deserve that. "Mind your own business."

"You are aware of the fact that Johnny literally beated up Daniel last year or you forgot about it?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrow and Ali was red in the face, she was aware of the fact that she was doing the wrong thing.

"Johnny changed, i just want to talk to him." Before (Y/N) could respond, Ali quickly cutted her off. "Mind your own business."

After that, the bell rang and (Y/N) immediately stood up without saying another word to Ali and, once she reached the door, she saw Johnny leaning over Ali's chair, and all she did was giggle. (Y/N) made an expression of disgust and left the class, facing the day like she always did but while staying away from her best friend.

She saw Daniel and Ali walking home together at the end of school and she observed the way he wrapped one of his arms around Ali's waist so that she could be closer to him. (Y/N) hopped on her bike and during the ride she thought about her meeting with Daniel.

Knowing what Ali was doing, (Y/N) decided to play dirty too and to be selfish for once. She smirked while she rode her bike, her hair moved smoothly in the wind and she was more confident than ever in that moment because she knew what to do.

She was going to seduce Daniel.

Grinning to herself, she reached her house and prepared everything for the evening that she dreamed for a whole year. After lunch, she took a shower and made sure to use her favourite body lotion after getting out, the one that smelt like vanilla and coconut. She wrapped her wet locks around some rollers to get bouncy curls and while waiting, she started to look for the perfect outfit.

She played some music on her radio while she searched for the clothes she needed in her wardrobe and 'Cruel Summer' started echoing in the room. (Y/N) sang the words to the song and after awhile, she smirked when she placed her eyes on a beautiful red mini dress. It was tight, with thin straps and of a bright red. It didn't look too fancy, it looked classy but casual, perfect for the situation.

To match her nails with her dress, (Y/N) painted them of red and did a simple makeup to emphasize her lips so that they would have looked more kissable to seduce Daniel better. She chose a deeper shade of red for her lips and when she noticed that it was already 5:00 pm, she started getting dressed.

Once she slipped in her mini dress, (Y/N) decided to wear some black shoes with a short heel and a strap that wrapped around her ankles. She removed the rollers from her hair and styled them better with a brush. She was satisfied with how her hair turned out; bouncy, shiny and voluminous.

(Y/N) looked at her figure in the mirror and added the last touches to her look, spraying a little bit of perfume and putting on a denim jacket on her shoulders. She felt confident and smiled at her reflection proudly before leaving the house to go to the mall. She got there 10 minutes late because she walked slowly to get there, but she did it on purpose because she wanted to be waited.

When (Y/N) finally arrived, she immediately saw Daniel sitting on a bench at the center of the mall. She noticed that he had changed his clothes too but they still looked pretty casual. When she started walking towards him, Daniel stood up and checked her out, his mouth was hanging slightly open at the sight of her.

"Did you have to wait long?" (Y/N) gave him her charming smile and Daniel shook his head to reassure her but his eyes never left her body.

"No, i came here like 2 minutes ago." He nodded, but he was lying. He was there since 6:00 pm as she told him, but he couldn't be mad when she looked like that. "You look uh- very fancy."

"What are you talking about?" (Y/N) laughed. "This is my casual look."

"Well, i'm not complaining."

After his answer, (Y/N) felt even more confident than before.

This is gonna be easy. She thought to herself.

They started to walk side by side and all Daniel could hear was the click (Y/N)'s heels made after every track and he couldn't stop staring at her figure while she talked about some of Ali's favourites shops. He stared at her profile, at how her hair bounced when she walked, at her red plump lips and he felt guilty about it even tho he never denied that she was a beautiful girl.

She just looked even more beautiful in that moment and Daniel tried to distract himself from looking too much at her, but (Y/N) already knew what he was doing and contained her grin.

"She buys a lot of clothes at GadZooks" (Y/N) said and stopped walking when they reached the mentioned shop.

"I don't know, she always buys clothes... i want to give her something that she still doesn't have."

(Y/N) thought for a moment and then she turned to look at Daniel.

"You know, she talked to me about wanting some earrings..." She smirked. "What is your budget?"

"I have 50$ with me."

"That's enough, c'mon!" She purposely took his hand and sent him another smile before walking again. "I know exactly where to go!"

Daniel ended up buying some cute silver earrings for Ali and wrote her a little letter that he inserted inside the box. (Y/N) felt jealous again, especially thinking about the fact that while he was there to buy her a gift, Ali was at Johnny's house doing god knows what. (Y/N) tried to kick her thoughts out of her head because she had to focus on her goal.

"I'm sure she's gonna love them." She told Daniel after they came out from the shop. He nodded to himself and then smiled at her. "Yeah but i think i'm gonna give you some credits too on the letter."

(Y/N) slightly blushed at his comment but tried to act cool.

"Don't you think she will be jealous knowing that we spent the evening together?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and smirked. Daniel laughed and shrugged.

"It was for a good reason, she would never have these beautiful pair of earrings if we didn't!"

"Sounds legit!" (Y/N) laughed and before she could say something else, Daniel spoke first.

"Are you hungry? We could eat something at that bar right there, an ice cream maybe?"

(Y/N) was surprised at his question but nodded anyway and soon after that, they entered the bar where (Y/N) sat on a high stool while she observed Daniel.

"So for me a medium size chocolate ice cream with sprinkles on it..." He said to the lady behind the counter and then glanced at (Y/N) "what about you, cherry?"

The nickname took her off guard but his wink after made her cheeks flush. She cleared her throat and fixed her hair a bit before answering.

"A medium size strawberry ice cream with lots of whipped cream..." She smirked and kept talking. "And if it's possible, a little cherry on top."

Daniel chuckled while (Y/N) rested her head on her hand, admiring how perfect he looked in that exact moment. She noticed that his arms weren't as skinny as last year and she supposed that he was building up a little bit of muscles because of Karate. Daniel noticed her staring at him so he grinned a bit before snapping her out of the thoughts she was having about him.

"I think they have cherries- oh here they are!" He took both of the ice creams from the lady's hands and handed the strawberry one to (Y/N) so that he could pay for the both of them. It felt like a date and (Y/N) wasn't mad about it for sure.

Daniel sat on the stool right in front of (Y/N) and smiled at her when she took the petiole of the cherry with two of her fingers.

"Why that nickname?" She asked him and Daniel softly laughed.

"You remind me of a cherry tonight, with all that red on you." He licked some of his ice cream and (Y/N) nodded, taking it as a compliment.

"Well, do you like cherries?" She asked, her tone was seductive while she crossed her legs, discovering her thighs more. Daniel eyed her up and down and blushed a little before nodding.

"Yes, very much."

"You know, i can make a knot with the petiole of the cherry..."

Daniel widened his eyes at her words, not even knowing about that kind of talent.

"I want to see it to believe it!" He chuckled and moved closer to her with his stool, making (Y/N) giggle.

"Ok, watch." (Y/N) snatched the petiole off the cherry and inserted it into her mouth without breaking eye contact with Daniel. The dark haired boy observed her tongue movements and watched carefully, astonished by the way she slowly moved the tip of her tongue to interwine the edges of the petiole.

Her gestures also made him think dirty things that he just couldn't help. Her lips looked so good half opened and the inside of her mouth looked so inviting. Daniel didn't even feel guilty anymore, he felt like there was only (Y/N) there with him and Ali wasn't even running through his mind in that moment.

(Y/N) smiled and pulled her tongue out to show him a perfectly tight knot on the center of the petiole that Daniel observed fascinated.

"Woah" He stared at her eyes while she reached for the petiole with her fingertips to hold it in the air. "That's a big talent you have there!"

(Y/N) bit the cherry and left another equal piece for Daniel, so she bent forward and grinned at him. She also noticed that he had a little bit of ice cream on top of his lip and cleaned it off with one finger that she later licked while staring in his brown eyes. Daniel instantly tensed up, he felt his jeans tighten but tried to play it cool while eating the piece of cherry that she gave to him.

"You like it?" She asked, her voice full of mischief.

"Even more than the other cherries i ate in my life, i wonder why..."

They both bursted in a loud laugh and finished their ice creams, chatting a bit about their interests as (Y/N) hoped. He talked about how Mr. Miyagi trained him and was very euphoric while doing so, which made (Y/N) giggle.

"I saw you at the tournament." (Y/N) said and gave him a sweet smile. "I thought that the kick in the face that you gave to Johnny was amazing."

Daniel's expression softened and he blushed before smirking at her once more.

"I could teach you one day."

(Y/N) chuckled, giving him a slight slap on the shoulder.

"No but i'm serious!" He took her wrist, not harshly but enough to stop (Y/N)'s hand from slapping his shoulder. They both stared into each other's eyes and for a moment there was silence. Daniel slowly removed his hand from (Y/N)'s wrist and then proceeded to talk but with a slightly deeper voice. "I'd gladly teach you."

(Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart beat faster. She felt the whole zoo in her stomach, not just butterflies, and her cheeks were heating up.

"I'd gladly let you be my Sensei."

It was already 8:00 pm when they got out from the bar. They talked so much that time flied but Daniel didn't want to tell her goodbye yet so he took her hand and leaded her out of the mall.

"Where are we going?" (Y/N) giggled and followed him without hesitation.

"To the Arcade!" Daniel excitedly exclaimed, never leaving her hand. "We can be there in like 10 minutes if we run!"

"But Daniel, i have heels on!"

Daniel stopped in his tracks and looked at her, a big grin formed on his mouth.

"Not an obstacle for me!" Before (Y/N) could open her mouth to say something, he picked her up bridal style and (Y/N) instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Daniel started running, holding her carefully and tight to his chest while crossing the road.

"Danny you're crazy!" (Y/N) squealed and hid her head in the crook of his neck. Daniel laughed and smirked at the nickname, her perfume invaded his nostrils and it only made him want to hold her even tighter to him and so he did. (Y/N) felt good in his arms, she was where she always wanted to be and found the crook of his neck to be comforting, she inhaled the smell of his skin and softly smiled, leaving a light peck there that didn't go unnoticed by Daniel.

After arriving to the Arcade, Daniel put her back on the ground and laughed. (Y/N) fixed her hair and her jacket with a big smile on her face.

"Are you ok?" He asked, a little bit concerned since he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, that was amazing! You are insane, LaRusso."

"I think i have a preference for Danny."

(Y/N) blushed and walked with him inside the Arcade. He searched for her hand while looking forward and she pleasantly took it, noticing how Daniel smiled as she did so.

"What do you want to do first?" Daniel asked her and she thought about it for some seconds before giving her answer.

"What about air hockey?"

"Sounds great, but i gotta warn you first; i'm the champion of air hockey!"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, giving him a challenging glance.

"We'll see about that!"

They played two matches at air hockey and (Y/N) won both times. She couldn't stop her laughter because of Daniel's disappointed expression, everytime she tried to look at his face she bursted out in a laugh that made her tear up and Daniel kinda kept that expression on purpose to make her laugh. He liked the sound of her laugh because it sounded like a melody to his ears.

"Please stop making that face!" She squealed, hitting Daniel's shoulder to make him laugh too.

"You are just so cute when you laugh..." He told her with a wide smirk. She covered her face with her hands and kept giggling before taking his hand again.

"Let's play golf!" (Y/N) exclaimed, leading Daniel to the golf spot. She saw him smirking again and rolled her eyes. "What? Are you a champion of golf too?"

Daniel gasped, putting his hand on his chest acting like he was deeply hurted.

"Jesus, (Y/N), there's no need to burn me like that!"

They both chuckled in unison and started playing but (Y/N) was having some trouble with her golf bat. She looked frustrated, losing against Daniel. The boy was amused by the sight of her and found her little pout adorable, but decided to give her an hand anyway.

"Look-" Daniel positioned his body behind (Y/N)'s back and covered her arms with his longer ones, helping her move the bat in the right way. (Y/N) could feel his breath against her hair, their faces were so close that she could see some little brown freckles at the top of his nose. They were so small that they could only be seen if someone stood that close to him. She admired his profile, his focused gaze on the hole that he had to center with the little white ball. "And just like that..."

Daniel whispered, making (Y/N) shiver. She was sure that he could hear her beating heart even over the loud music that was playing in the local. The girl looked down, placing her eyes on Daniel's hands that were covering her smaller ones. She gulped when he slightly moved both of their arms in a syncrhonized way so that he could perfectly hit the ball, making it fall into the hole.

"Thanks..." Her voice was lower than before and Daniel could see her red cheeks standing so close to her. He looked at her jawline, then his eyes fell on her displayed neck and he lightly bit his lip. Daniel slowly moved his hands to her hips while (Y/N) still held the bat with her hands and didn't move a bit when she felt his hands on her.

"No problem, let's see if you understood now."

(Y/N) didn't look at him but she knew that he had a smirk plastered on his face after saying those words. She took another ball and placed it on the ground, narrowing her eyes to focus better on her goal. Daniel's fingertips were pressed deeper on her hips but (Y/N) tried to not distract herself, moving the bat like he showed her. When the ball ended up in the hole, (Y/N) proudly smiled to herself before suddenly tripping against Daniel's chest. Daniel was quick to catch her, holding her tight to his body.

"I'm sorry..." She shyly said, meeting Daniel's eyes that looked more dilatated than before. They both remained in that position, looking into each other's eyes. Daniel gave her a flirty grin, never leaving her hips.

"I'm not." And just like that, he kissed her. Daniel LaRusso, the boyfriend of (Y/N)'s best friend, kissed her before she could even realize it. (Y/N) immediately closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his plump lips on her ones, something she always dreamed of at night. Daniel's grip on her tightened and he felt things that he never felt before, not even with Ali.

After the kiss, they both shared a look that said it all; they wanted each other. Daniel took her hand, not even bothering to fix the golf bats, and found with her an hidden spot outside of the Arcade. The streets were dark and they stopped in a spot where the music that was playing in the Arcade sounded a lot lower and Daniel didn't waste any time once he had her all to himself, attacking her lips with ardor while blocking her body between him and the wall.

Her head was spinning at the mix of sensations she was feeling, she felt heated up and her heart was throbbing. Daniel's hands reached for her ass during the intense make out session, squeezing it harshly. (Y/N) panted at the gesture and held his neck to get him even closer to her body. She still felt like she was in a dream and, if it was, she never wanted to wake up again. A light smirk appeared on her lips when Daniel's erection pressed against her.

"You make me crazy..." He whispered, never leaving her lips. Daniel looked hungry, hungry for her. He left little pecks on her cheek and jawline before stopping on her neck, where he started biting her sweet spot there.

"Daniel-" (Y/N) whimpered, making him smirk against her neck. He cupped her face, devouring her lips again while she gripped his shirt and caressed his back. Daniel slowly started to rub against her body and (Y/N) only encouraged him by following his movements. "I've always wanted you..."

"Look what are you making me do, fuck." He kissed her forehead, breathing heavily on her face. "This is what you want? This is why you showed up looking like this, uh?"

(Y/N) bit his neck, making him groan before shaking her head.

"No, i want more."

Daniel stopped for a moment, searching for her eyes just to understand what she meant. He saw desire in them once he looked at her but also desperation and love. He never saw her with that look in her eyes before and stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Her red lipstick was all smeared on her chin and he was sure he had some of it on his mouth too. When he placed an hand on her cheek, (Y/N) touched it with her fingertips and kept it there, never breaking eye contact with him.

"How long?" He asked, still shocked.

(Y/N) inhaled some air before answering and closed her eyes for a second, opening them again with wet pupils.

"Since the first day." Her voice was shaking. They both didn't know what to say or do, the sound of the music and of the cars filled their ears. Daniel opened his mouth to say something, but then he stopped himself. (Y/N) looked down, her chin was trembling and she just couldn't control herself anymore, so she started crying. She cried several times alone in her room for Daniel, but telling him about her feelings after so long and seeing that he didn't know what to say, made all her dreams fall apart.

(Y/N) turned her back to him so that he couldn't see her tears, but he for sure could hear her crying. Daniel closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, not knowing how to react. He was clueless about everything and she never gave him signals, till that night. However, before placing his eyes on Ali that day on the beach, he was eyeing (Y/N) kissed by the sun, layed down on her towel. She slightly lowered her sunglasses to glance at Daniel and was the first girl of the group that smiled at him.

Daniel looked at (Y/N)'s back and as the time passed, he asked himself why he chose Ali. Yes, she was pretty, but (Y/N) was a beauty that he never saw before. He remembered her sly smile at the beach and even the way her legs shined in the sun, or how he desired to caress her hair because they looked so soft.

Daniel was dating the wrong girl and he only understood that thanks to that evening spent with (Y/N). He realized that he never had something really in common with Ali and she wasn't even a devoted lover like he wanted. Conversations with Ali were superficial and mostly about the things she liked. With (Y/N) time flied away and he had the most fun night in his life with her. She listened to him, she acted like his girlfriend even tho she wasn't.

And the butterflies he felt everytime he looked at her explained everything that he needed to know.

"Shit!" Daniel suddenly cursed under his breath, making (Y/N) turn her head to look at him while quickly wiping her tears away. "I think i forgot the bag with the gift at the Arcade."

(Y/N)'s heart broke even more at his words. He was still thinking about Ali in that situation. (Y/N) felt stupid and also angry. She was mentally telling herself that she needed to forget Daniel and move on, but she knew that it was going to be hard.

"I'm gonna take it back-" Daniel nervously spoke. "You- stay here. Just stay here, okay?"

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows at him and then only nodded, without saying a word. She watched Daniel walk away, turning the corner to reach the Arcade again. She sighed and crossed her arms to her chest, tapping her feet on the floor. The wind hit her face and she felt some of her tears drying up on her cheeks. All she could think about was Daniel kissing her, his hands, his body, his everything.

Ishould've stayed silent. She whispered to herself and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes for some minutes before she heard some steps getting closer to her. Opening her eyes, she saw Daniel again with the bag in his hand.

"Can we go no-" Daniel ushed her, placing one of his fingers on her lips.

"I think that these will look better on you..." He softly spoke while taking out the box with the earrings from the bag. (Y/N) was beyond shocked and turned her head away, but Daniel gently took her cheek to make her look at him again. "Let me put them on you."

"Daniel what-"

"Please just let me do it."

(Y/N) sighed and stood still infront of him. He moved one strand of her hair behind her ear and clasped the first earring to her lobe, then did the same thing to the other ear. He backed away a little to admire her better and smirked at the view.

"I knew it." He proudly said, more to himself than to (Y/N). She still had her arms crossed and another warm tear was sliding down her cheek. Daniel noticed it and wiped it away with his finger, hugging her tightly and resting his chin on the top of her head. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his back and cried into his chest while Daniel caressed her soft locks and kissed her forehead, reassurring her.

When she stopped crying, he cupped her face with his hands and cleaned her up from her tears and smeared lipstick.

"I look like a mess-" she softly chuckled.

"No, you still look beautiful." He gave her a short peck on the lips and smiled. "Should we go?"

When she nodded, Daniel wrapped one arm around her shoulders and walked with her in the dark streets illuminated by the moon light. She looked down and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling protected for the first time in her life. Daniel held her tight and squeezed her shoulder before speaking.

"So when do you want me to teach you some Karate?"

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sasuhinasno1fan · 3 years

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White Day confession

@searleine hi, I’m your Secret Santa for @voltronsecretsanta! I’ll be honest and did plan on writting a different fic, but I got really busy so I still hope you enjoy this. I got the idea from the DNAngel episode when we find out Disake’s parents. Happy Holidays and enjoy!

Lance squeezed past the gate right before the security guard closed it, dashing to the shoe lockers. He opened his, barely paying attention to the notes that came falling out. He quickly changed his shoes and scooped up the letters, running off to his class. He barely made it through the door before the bell rang. Mr. Shirogane, shook his head, waving him off to his seat. There were a few gifts on his desk that he shoved inside where his books were along with the notes.

“Alright everyone. We have a few announcements before classes start, but first, happy White’s Day.”

White’s Day, March 13, the companion holiday to Valentine’s Day. In their town, the took the white part seriously, giving people white items as presents. Of course, usually the girls would get gifts on White’s Day, but Lance seemed to be special. Maybe it was because he misunderstood the holidays when he first moved down to Japan. He thought he was supposed to give stuff on Valentines and then receive on White’s Day. Even as he went to different schools, the trend still followed, Lance McClain was gifted a white item from his admires on White Day. Usually he’d smile through it, getting very used to his large fan club. He was a foreign guy who looked nice, part of the swim team and genuine a nice guy. Girls liked that and crowding around him. After a while of pretty shallow crushes, he started to get bored. He liked the idea of White Day, a day where you could tell a person how you feel and all the pressure wasn’t forced on Valentine’s. Plus…last year he received the best present.

It was such a simple one. The main reason it caught his attention was because of how simple it was compared to the rest of the gifts he received. A handmade white and blue bracelet. There was no name, no flowery letter, no immediate cry to be noticed. It was a simple gift that he was meant to enjoy and he did. He wore it since the day he got it. He hoped by the end of the day, he might receive another, or even better, meet the person who just wanted to give him a gift. A really selfish part of him hoped it was that guy from the train. Since he started high school, there was a guy on the same train as him. He attended the private high schools, based on the uniform. He looked like he didn’t belong though. He had long hair, a mullet. It was usually pulled back into a ponytail, allowing the many earrings on his ears to be seen. In the warmer months where he was in his summer uniform, he had a very visible tattoo on his arm, an odd-looking symbol. He’d seen the older train riders turn their noses up at it, but something about it – who was he kidding, everything about him drew Lance’s attention. He wanted to talk to him but he was always so nervous. He might look like a rebel but he could easily be snobby and rude and Lance only had so much self confidence to deal with people like that. Maybe be could finally pluck up the courage to do it today.

He let out a yawn, feeling too slow to cover his mouth. Assuming he didn’t fall asleep on the train. He had stayed back at school late for practise and there was a good chance of that happening again. He was hoping that the captain having a girlfriend would keep him too busy to call for practise. He also had a headache. All these late nights were starting to catch up to him. It was fine though, all he had to do was get through today.

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“Wow.” Rachel said as she watched Hunk help Lance bring in his White Day gifts. She also noticed her brother was pouting, but she knew it couldn’t be because of the gifts. He had gotten used to the large amount received on Valentine’s and White Day years ago. They would usually be regifted to family members. “is it bigger this year?”

“Does it matter?” Lance sulked, dropping the items in the living room and stomping off to his room.

Rachel raised an eyebrow at Hunk, who tugged at the orange ribbon tied around his wrist. At first, she was confused. He used the ribbon to push his bangs back if need be. Then she understood. It wasn’t the ribbon, but it being around his wrist, like the unnamed bracelet around Lance’s. if he was sulking, then…no unnamed gift came.

While her mother came in, greeting Hunk and offering him food, while marvelling over the gifts, she went up to Lance’s room. He’s unpacking his bag, putting books for homework in the middle and making sure he pulled out his swim stuff to get washed. She noticed he kept rubbing at his wrist. The bracelet is missing.

“So, where is it?”

“My bag. I didn’t get to put it back on after practise.” He pulled it out from the bottom of his bag and sets it on the desk. “Not that it matters. There was nothing new from them.”

“Can’t be the only reason.” He seemed even more upset for no gift giver to not show up.

“Remember that guy I talked to you about? The guy from the private school on the train? Guess what I was hoping to do today, if he was actually there?”

“He wasn’t there?” Rachel had heard more than enough about this guy, Lance talked enough about him, about the small things he noticed and how cute he looked. She was hoping to one day here he got up the courage to go talk to him but of course things couldn’t be that easy.

“And if that’s not enough, I’ve got a huge paper to finish, because our English teacher is horrible.”

“Hey, at least you can speak the language. I guess you also forgot about babysitting duty tonight?” any other time, she would have taken over for her younger brother, but she had a date with the guy from her college she’d been crushing on for weeks. She wasn’t about to give that up.

Lance groaned. “I’m going back downstairs. I saw macaroons, and I’m not letting Hunk eat them.”

“Hey, I know this sucks now, but think about it this way. If the person who gave you gift doesn’t think you’re worth it, that’s on them. and as for the guy on the train, if he’s really a rebel, he’ll realise how amazing you are, even if you take a bit more time to go talk to him.”

“Yeah, here’s hoping.”

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Lance was drained. The kids thankfully only had an hour of going insane before they calmed down and he was able to get them to bed, but with how tired he was, Japanese, Spanish and English were all messing around in his head. It took twice as long to finish his assignment, not to mention the text from the captain about practise in the morning. Lance didn’t love taking the train early, cause it was always packed. His usual time wasn’t as bad, but being chained off for a while so the platform wasn’t packed with people like it was the last train, was something he could do without. He yawned, ready to take a nap, even if it took 30 minutes to get to school, but it was either sleep on the train, or stay home and sleep and deal with annoyed and anger swim captain.

“Alright, this way please.” The barricade was moved and the station staff waved the group of people up the stairs, to take their places in the correct areas. Lance was able to get a spot near the front under his area. Usually he’d people watch, take note of the different groups, but his eyes kept slipping shut. And his sight was doubling and moving? Or was that him?

“Look out!” something grabbed his arm and yanked him, just as the sound of the train registered. He landed on a firm chest, that took him as he felt his legs give out. He blinked, to realise the train was pulling into the station and station staff were quickly approaching him. Had he been so tired he almost…? “Are you ok?”

He looked behind him and there he was. The private school student, the one he shared the train rides with. He noticed his eyes were dark, kinda like gems.

“Sir? Are you alright?” a staff member asked

“yeah. Yeah, sorry. I felt dizzy.”

He was helped up and the staff directed them to the station office. Lance felt his legs tingling, like he’d walked too much after being lazy for a while.

“Do you still feel dizzy?” the private school guy asked.

“A bit.”

He watched him stand up and dig into his pants pocket, pulling out a wallet. And something else.

“I can go get you some water.” But Lance wasn’t paying attention to that. He pulled the white and blue bracelet from the guy’s hand.

“This is…”

Like a light switch, the guys face went red and he looked embarrassed. He was kept from saying anything as another staff member came in with cups of water and a sugary snack for Lance. They wanted him to stay until he didn’t feel dizzy before letting them call his school to let them know what happened.

They were left alone and Lance sat waiting. The guy could have run off the moment he had a chance, but he sat there, sitting still.

“My name’s Keith. I’ve seen you on the train for almost 2 years now and I’ve wanted to talk to you. you’ve got quite a name for yourself. Even people in my school have heard of you. last year, I had a gift get taken to your school and when I saw you wearing it the next day, I almost went over and told you it was me, but I chickened out. So I said this year, I’d do like a big gesture to give it to you.”

“except you messed that up by pulling it out with your wallet.” Lance pointed out, laughing. Keith’s face got redder and he pouted. “So why a bracelet?”

“Well, you got so much stuff from what I understood and I don’t know. Something small and simple seemed to fit you. I mean, I can tell that bag is old. The mascot you have on it really faded, so you’ve had it for a long time.” He said, nodding to the dolphin plush he had on his bag. “the sleeves on the hoodie you wear in the winter months have frayed edges, but it’s not like you can’t afford to get a new one, you just wearing to death. I wanted to give you something you’d have for a long time. So, yeah.”

Lance felt happy to know that Keith seemed to notice things about him, like he’d done to Keith.

“Can you help me put it on?” Lance handed Keith the bracelet back and gave him his wrist, ready and waiting. His chest felt fluttery as Keith tied the bracelet around his wrist, right on top of the old one. “So, I might just end up walking home and sleeping for the next couple hours, but we have half day tomorrow for that national teacher training thing. What about you?”

“No school.”

“So, if you’re up for it, why don’t you come pick me up from school and we can go hang out? Maybe as a date?”

“Yeah, that sounds good to me. I’ll make sure to catch you again if you end up fainting.”

“Who knows, cute guy, great day? It might be in the cards.”

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i dare you (to never let me go)

pairing: jungkook x jimin jungkook x taehyung (subplot)

summary: and after all that had passed, jungkook would always be pulled back to jimin. he didn’t know why, maybe it was fate (or maybe it was his 9-year-old daughter).

chapter: 3/?

a/n: forgot to post this here but posted it on ao3... am i boo boo the fool? yes.

Mina was up. According to her alarm clock, it was 8:59 AM. She could’ve just immediately gone downstairs to find the present she knew would be waiting for her, but she liked hearing-

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR mina! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

-that.

Mina could’ve screamed for hours on end about how excited she was (she was 9 years old!), but she just raced out of bed and down the stairs to find the letter. Mina saw a gift from her Daddy in the living room but decided to leave that for later. Next to it, there was an envelope with a sticky note on it. It read: Mina, I’M SO SORRY!!! I was called in to work for a few hours. Grandma won’t be able to make it but I trust that as a fresh 9-year-old, you’ll be able to take care of yourself. Be good. Brush your teeth. Keep the doors locked. Don’t pick up the phone if it isn’t me. I put your cereal on the kitchen counter. Love you, I’ll try to be back fast!

Mina couldn’t even bring herself to be upset, he’d be back soon enough. Until then, she had the company of her other Daddy. Mina snuggled up on the couch and opened up the envelope carefully like she did every year, taking out the loose sheets of paper with immaculate handwriting on them. She was already buzzing with excitement when she began reading.

Dear Jimin,

IT’S YOUR 9TH BIRTHDAY! WAY TO GO GIRL! I don’t know how you’ve made it so far with only Jungkook to take care of you, but good job! I know he’s a handful, but be patient with him, yeah?

Mina laughed at this.

Today you turn 9. Another year older and hopefully wiser. I know what you’re expecting, the usual stuff about being amazing and learning new things and me telling you stories about me and your other father, but this birthday is a little more exciting. This year I’m going to tell you about Jimin (not you, although I’d love to talk about you). If I know Jungkook, and trust me, I do, then he hasn’t found Jimin like I told him to. You probably don’t even know who he is.

He was right about that.

Get comfortable, honey. I’m about to tell you the story of Jungkook and Jimin (featuring yours truly).

“Jimin, stop moving!”

Jungkook poked his head out from behind the canvas and aggressively waved a paintbrush in the air. “That’s cheating and you know it.”

Jimin rolled his eyes at Jungkook through the mirror, “Technically, it isn’t because it’s already been 2 hours. 2 hours and 1 minute, to be precise.”

The boys were in the dance studio, Jimin posed delicately in front of the mirror with his back turned to Jungkook, who was set up with an easel to paint the other boy.

“Besides,” Jimin practically whined, “I’m tired. When you said you had a dare for me, this is not what I had in mind.”

Jungkook restrained himself from throwing his paintbrush at Jimin when he turned around, no longer holding his pose. A cry of rage nearly left his body. Jungkook was too good to this Park Jimin kid.

“Jimin! Fine, go ahead, cheat. See if I care. I always knew you were a bad sport.” Jungkook gave the other a sarcastic smile and started packing up his paints.

“I just told you that I didn’t cheat! Check your phone, you absolute buffoon. We started at 2, it’s 4:01 now,” Jimin exclaimed, offended that he had to defend himself like this. He snatched his unopened duffel bag off the floor and crossed the room to Jungkook. The painting was beautiful, as always, showcasing Jimin’s form gracefully. Light glinted off the rings on his fingers and his hair looked like it was made of feathers, but Jimin couldn’t care less. He’d just been called a cheater. Again.

“You always do this,” Jimin continued, sitting on Jungkook’s stool as soon as the other got up. Jungkook placed the painting lightly on the floor and began folding his easel. “I always do the dare exactly right, and you always end up salty because I didn’t fail, consequently calling me a cheater because of some inferiority complex bullshit.”

Jungkook stopped his movements and turned to face Jimin, arms crossed and the vague thought of murder on his mind, “I do not get salty. And what are, some sort of junior psychologist? Fuck off. You’re just a sore loser who can’t ever complete his dares properly.”

He fished his phone out of his pocket and thrust it in Jimin’s face. The clock read 3:59. Jimin didn’t back down, showing Jungkook his own phone that read 4:01.

They both glared at each other and before Jungkook could come up with something rude to say, Jimin shoved his phone back into his pocked and turned to leave. He raised his hand in a half-wave with his back turned, “Whatever, Jungkook. See you later.”

As soon as the door closed, Jungkook began muttering to himself, eyebrows furrowed, “God, who does he think he is? It’s not my fault his phone is set to the wrong time. And would it have killed him to pose for a few more minutes? He knows this assignment is due in, like, 2 days.”

When everything was packed up, Jungkook slid down onto the floor. His neck was killing him from being ducked over the stupid painting for 2 hours – no, 1 hour and 59 minutes. The room was air-conditioned but his face still felt warm from frustration. He stared at the ceiling. God, he really did like this room.

It was so much nicer than the art studio, all blank walls and no personality. This room was charged with energy, even without people inside. The floors were bright yellow and the walls were covered with signatures of past students. It was where Jimin had taught him how to dance. Where Jimin had probably also wanted to dance today because of his upcoming showcase, but never got the chance because Jungkook needed someone to pose for him and he knew Jimin didn’t back down from a dare.

Jungkook groaned, rolling over onto his stomach and throwing a contained tantrum because he knew he’d been slightly unfair. Okay, so maybe he’d been a little less understanding than he could’ve been. A lot less. And maybe Jimin had been just the teensiest bit right about Jungkook being salty. Maybe. He took in a deep breath and sat up, slowly gathering his materials.

When Jungkook opened the door, staining the knob with red paint in the process, he was surprised to find Jimin leaning against the wall outside with his eyes closed. His lips quirked up into a smile and he opened his eyes, looking to Jungkook. Jungkook couldn’t help it, he smiled back.

“Sorry?” Jungkook attempted. Jimin laughed and shook his head.

“Time is a construct anyways, and so are apologies. But I’m sorry too. You can finish up tomorrow, I’ll be there.”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and said, “Thanks, and after that you can practice for your showcase. I’ll critique.”

Jimin plucked his duffel bag off the floor and began walking down the hallway with Jungkook by his side, “Yeah? And what makes you think you’re capable of doing that?”

“Well,” Jungkook started cheekily, “I recall my dance teacher as being quite the klutz sometimes, it became second nature to point out his mistakes.”

“Brat.”

“Your brat.”

“Nope, just a brat.”

And that was them, Jimin and Jungkook. They’d known each other all through high school and now they were learning to navigate how to be freshman all over again. Sure they fought. A lot, actually. But in the end, they’d always come back to each other. Because they were best friends and for best friends, it was hard to be with each other sometimes, sure, but it was harder to be without each other.

“This is unnatural! It shouldn’t exist! I’m going to fail and get kicked out of this stupid school and never be able to design stupid buildings and make stupid money for the rest of my stupid life!”

“Extensive vocabulary, little Jeon.”

“Shut your stupid trap, little Park.”

They were in Jungkook’s dorm room. Jimin was lying on the bed, reading some book about healthy eating. He sighed and placed a bookmark in the crease before setting the novel aside and sitting up. He stared at Jungkook, whose head was resting on the desk. Jungkook lifted his head just enough to make puppy-dog eyes at Jimin.

“Help me?” Jungkook tried sounding pitiful, which wasn’t hard considering his current status of Dumbest Person Alive. “I don’t understand this shit at all, and I sure as hell can’t fail.”

“Yes you can. This class is an elective, remember? Your perfectionist ass probably doesn’t like hearing this, but you could fail this class and it literally would not affect your life-long goal of becoming an architect. Your GPA? Sure. But how much is one class really going to matter?” Jimin’s logic was flawless, except for the fact that Jungkook’s perfectionist ass truly didn’t like hearing any of it and therefore did not process any of it. His life was a stack of Jenga blocks and God was a drunk freshman at his first frat party desperately wanting to prove his worth by winning a game his loose limbs were just not made for.

“Also, taking Chemistry this year just because you were good at it in high school was a stupid decision. Just throwing that out there.”

“You suck, go back to reading about the different kind of leaves you can put down your throat,” Jungkook huffed. He slammed his textbook shut and stared out the window dramatically. “I’ll just fail and damage my perfect GPA, which, by the way, is the pride of my family. Stop laughing, I’m serious!”

Jimin finally got up from the bed and sprawled himself over Jungkook’s lap, turning his face away from the window. Jungkook pouted. “We’ll find you a tutor, okay? Let’s go get some food right now, it’s late. I’m a performance arts kid, Chemistry makes me want to physically throw up.”

“Technically you’re a health and nutrition kid,” Jungkook muttered, but he complied nonetheless, and soon they were down in the cafeteria.

It was close to 8, which meant prime time for kids who lived on campus. There was a flock of people crowding around the cakes, which immediately put Jungkook in an even worse mood than he was in before.

“They’re going to get all the cheesecake cups before we get there,” he groaned, “why is life so unfair?”

Jimin smacked him on the back of his head and told him to “sit the fuck down drama queen” so that he could get them food. Jungkook obeyed and pulled out his phone, deleting some pictures from his phone and moving others around to keep everything organized. He was considering joining Jimin in the line and even scanned the crowd of people to spot where the elder was when he noticed what was happening.

Jimin was standing uncomfortably in front of this dude who looked like the type of person to duct-tape knives to their chest for “self-defence”. He was standing incredibly close to Jimin, practically breathing down his neck and although Jungkook couldn’t heart anything from so far, he could see the guy mouthing words into Jimin’s ear that were clearly making him uncomfortable. Jimin shifted every so often and didn’t once look behind him. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in annoyance as he got up, getting closer to the line.

Park Jimin was usually so outspoken and didn’t hesitate to defend himself when Jungkook accused him of something but throw him into a situation where an actual confrontation was needed, and suddenly all his bravado left him. Jungkook almost rolled his eyes.

Jungkook walked straight up to Jimin and not-so-accidentally shoved the guy leaning into him as he went in to peck his cheek. Jimin turned to look at Jungkook, ears tinting pink as he opened his mouth to say something. But before he could, Jungkook whined in a sickeningly cute voice, “Baby! What’s taking so long? I’m hungry!”

“Uh.”

Park Jimin everybody, a man of many words.

“Dude, don’t you have something to say?” The discount serial killer behind them said through gritted teeth, his eyes on Jungkook.

“Oh! I’m sorry! Did I bump into you? I guess I get too excited when I’m with my boyfriend. Sorry about that.” Jungkook ignored Jimin pinching his stomach and merely slid his arm around his waist. “It won’t happen again.”

“I didn’t need you to come save me like some knock-off knight in shining armour, idiot,” Jimin muttered lowly, struggling to move out of Jungkook’s grip.

Jungkook grinned, planting another wet kiss on Jimin’s jaw, “Relax, baby, it’s the least I could do for my honey bear.”

“One more word and I’m not sweet-talking Ms. Chan into giving you an extra cheesecake cup.” Jimin warned, at which Jungkook immediately shut up. Although his hand stayed on Jimin’s waist, it didn’t have to, but Jungkook liked having it there. He certainly didn’t want Freddy Krueger back there to try something else. Yeah, that was it. A gesture of consideration.

After they’d gotten their food and settled down at a table, Jungkook gave Jimin a sly smile. “You’re such a charmer, Park Jimin. I don’t know how you get Ms. Chan to give you extras every single time.”

He grabbed the first of his two cheesecake cups and began devouring it, not even sparing a glance at his actual dinner. Jimin looked at him distastefully and wrinkled his nose, “I think she likes that I have actual manners and can behave decently in the caf, unlike someone I know.”

“Wha you mee?” Jungkook choked out from his mouthful of cake, he quickly swallowed the rest and wiped his mouth free of crumbs. “You know, as flirtatious as you can be, you don’t handle intimacy very well.”

Jimin’s hand stopped in mid-air, bell peppers falling from his fork to the plate with a satisfying plop. “What.”

Jungkook grinned, “Earlier, your ears turned red! It was the most entertained I’ve been in 19 years, to tell you the truth. What was up with that? Wait, don’t tell me… do I make you… nervous?”

Jimin stabbed his vegetables a little too hard on the plate and looked up with an obviously fake smile, “Shut up if you know what’s good for you, Jeon Jungkook.” Jungkook didn’t back down, opting to lean in close across the table until Jimin looked up, only to find that the two of them were nose to nose.

“Oh look, a fly.”

“No fly here,” Jungkook said in a matter-of-fact tone, thankfully without food in mouth. His innocent expression slowly transformed into a smirk. “Just a well-mannered boy who definitely does not make you nervous acting decently in the caf.”

Before Jimin could call Jungkook out on his bullshit, there was cake on his face and he couldn’t see. He could hear Jungkook cackling, his evil laughter only increased when Jimin tried to blindly swat at him.

“Oh, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin said in a murderous tone while wiping cake off his face, “the dead man you are today.”

In the blink of an eye, both boys were up and running. Jungkook screamed in delight while being chased by a ravenous Jimin. Ms. Chan stared at them with a surprisingly fond look in her eyes (probably because of Jimin, the old charmer) and then nearly yelped when she realized Jungkook was running towards her.

Jungkook jumped over the counter and hid behind Ms. Chan.

“You wouldn’t go through such a beautiful lady, would you?” Jungkook taunted as Jimin also slid over the counter. “Especially not when her hair is looking so voluminous!” Jimin made a wild swipe for Jungkook but he moved out of the way.

Jungkook stepped towards the left and in the split second that Jimin lunged to that side, Jungkook slipped past Ms. Chan on her right, gave her a wink, and sprinted out of the caf and towards the field. Just when he thought he’d successfully evaded the wrath of Jimin, Jungkook felt a hand on his shirt and he was yanked back and knocked to the ground. Thank god for soft grass. Jimin sat on top of him, a triumphant smile on his face.

“Guess who?” He practically sand. Now, what happened next was purely evolutionary instinct. Jungkook was the prey, and Jimin was the predator. Also, Jungkook used to be on his high school wrestling team so it might’ve had something to do with that. In a span of seconds, Jungkook utilised his rush of adrenaline to take Jimin down and straddle him, switching their previous positions. Sometimes, he forgot that Jimin was physically smaller than him. It was moments like these where he just really, really enjoyed that fact.

“I swear to god, the minute you let me go-”

“Who says I’m letting you go?” Jungkook pulled out his phone and carelessly pretended to entertain himself with it, “I have a couple phone calls to make anyways, care to listen in?”

Jimin, clearly defeated, stopped resisting and just let Jungkook sit on him. He stared at the stars and exhaled deeply, rolling his eyes when Jungkook leaned over his face to block his view. “Jesus, Jungkook. No one’s ever going to be able to date you for longer than 2 minutes. You’re the worst.”

“Oh, definitely,” Jungkook waved off. He pocketed his phone and leaned in even closer to Jimin, fingers grazing his cheek where there was some cake left. “And I don’t need someone, anyways. I have you, don’t I?” He popped the cake into his mouth.

Jimin cleared his throat, eyes lingering on Jungkook’s finger, “Excuse me?”

Jungkook put his ears right next to Jimin’s ear and whispered, “I’ll just marry you, babe.”

Jungkook sniggered when Jimin hastily pushed his torso back up, his face turning a cute little shade of red. “No thank you,” Jimin choked out, sounding embarrassed. He sighed in relief when Jungkook finally got off him.

They sat criss-crossed, facing each other under the harsh field lights. Jungkook smiled and then shook his head, “In all seriousness, I love you. You know that, right? Having you with me has kept me sane this year.” He knew it was cheesy, but Jungkook felt the need to thank the older boy for putting up with his stupid ass.

Jimin punched him on the shoulder, looking anywhere but at Jungkook’s face. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” Before Jimin could withdraw his hand, though, Jungkook caught his wrist and held it gently between his own fingers. Without warning, he planted a soft kiss on Jimin’s forehead. When he pulled back, there was cake on his lips and Jimin, although caught off guard, silently wiped it off with his thumb.

“Well, this is awkward,” a voice boomed out from behind them. A boy stood there, about their age. His features were a little hard to distinguish because the lights didn’t quite reach him. “I didn’t expect to be hearing love confession on my walk to the caf, but by all means, continue. Don’t let me interrupt you!”

Jungkook and Jimin stared at the boy, and then back at themselves. All at once, they sprang up and took a few steps away from each other. Jimin was the first to speak.

“It’s not like that, trust me. We’re not… we would never… uh… hey, I know you!” Jimin exclaimed as the boy stepped out from the shadows. “You’re Taehyung!” You’re the one who gave me flowers at my last showcase! You wouldn’t have believed it, Jungkook. He just came up to me and said ‘hey, you deserved flowers for that; and then he ran out of the room. I thought I was hallucinating, but then he shows up out of breath with this grin on his face as he presents me with a huge bouquet of flowers with the tag still on them and-”

Jimin turned to look at Jungkook but he was staring at Taehyung, his face gone slack. He glanced at Jimin long enough to convey the get-me-out-of-here-before-I-say-something-stupid way look and Jimin, looking beyond confused, simply turned to Taehyung, gave an awkward little wave goodbye and then pulled Jungkook away and into the building.

The whole time going back to the dorm, Jungkook didn’t say a word as Jimin complained about “bad impressions” and “making new friends”. As soon as they stepped into the room, though, Jungkook snapped out of his trance and started hitting his head against the closet door. Jimin, not entirely unhappy with the situation, just sat down on Jungkook’s bed and watched him repeat the action a few times before he stopped, his head rested against the door.

“Okay, crackhead, care to finally explain?”

“I’m in love.”

Jimin gaped at him. In all the years he’d known Jeon Jungkook, he’d never proclaimed his love for someone else. He’d had crushes, even on Jimin, but he’d never blatantly said that he was “in love”. It wasn’t like Jungkook, who’d told Jimin time and time again that there was no way he’d ever get into a serious relationship in high school because he still had no fucking clue what that entailed or what this whole love business was about. Jungkook was a feeler, but a calculated feeler.

“Kim fucking Taehyung. He’s in my Chemistry class and ever since I saw him on my first day, I’ve just been head over heels,” Jungkook groaned, removing himself from the closet and collapsing onto the bed, his head lying in Jimin’s lap. “I only ever see him in class and I’ve never once had the nerve to talk to him. So seeing him outside of class was… jarring, to say the least.”

“Kim Taehyung,” Jimin murmured, not fully listening to Jungkook, who continues talking about Taehyung in a dreamy voice as Jimin stares straight ahead.

And even though Jimin should’ve laughed or teased Jungkook about love at first sight, even though Jimin should’ve complained about not being told about this earlier, he didn’t. Instead, his head hung low so that he was looking at Jungkook’s head in his lap, his eyes lighting up as he talks about Taehyung, and something inside of him cracked.

And Jimin had no idea why.

“So when were you planning on telling me?” Jimin asked through a mouthful of toothpaste. Jungkook gave him a pointed look in the mirror and pulled his own toothbrush out to twirl it next to his head, the universe symbol for ‘you’re fucking psychotic’. He spit into the sink.

“You would’ve gone all crazy. Remember when that girl asked me to Prom in junior year and you interrogated her to the point where she backed off and told me she didn’t want to go with me anymore? I didn’t want that Jimin to appear.”

“Okay, fair.”

Jimin finished brushing his teeth and watched Jungkook neatly pack up his toiletries. He made a move to leave but stopped when Jungkook pulled out a bottle of perfume tentatively.

“No.”

Jungkook looked offended, “What? I can’t smell nice?” But he averted his eyes.

Jimin rolled his eyes, “I can’t believe you’re this whipped already.”

It was a known fact on their floor that Jeon Jungkook was sensitive to smells. If you were inviting him over, your room must be a scent-free zone unless you wanted him to go home with a nasty migraine. Jungkook never used perfume, usually opting for lotion instead. Jimin knew this, the whole world knew this.

But here he was, dabbing perfume onto his wrists and gently rubbing his neck. Jungkook crinkled his nose and shoved the bottle back into his bag. Jimin scoffed.

“You’re willing to be confined to bedrest and nausea because of… because of what exactly? Kim Taehyung?” Maybe it sounded a little catty, but Jimin felt the need to bring his best friend to his senses.

A dreamy sigh escaped Jungkook’s lips and it was like watching a cartoon character’s eyes literally glaze over, “Because of love, little Park.”

Before Jimin could retort, someone stepped out of the shower from behind them and Jimin instinctively looked over his shoulder. When he saw who it was, he immediately cursed and kept his head down. Jungkook looked at him strangely and flicked his forehead.

“Hey, let’s go. Jimin?” Jimin almost threw a fit, if only Jungkook would learn to read social cues.

“Jimin?” A deep voice called from behind them. Jungkook turned around and his eyebrows immediately narrowed. He grabbed Jimin’s elbow and was ready to storm out of there but Jimin didn’t move. Jungkook watched in disbelief as Jimin put on a reluctant smile and turned, staring straight at his ex.

“Namjoon. Hi!”

Namjoon stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist, skin still glistening with moisture. Jungkook had to admit he looked good, even if his fogged up glasses ruined the effect. Didn’t make him any less of a dick though. Jungkook’s scowl didn’t drop off his face once as he watched the two of them converse for a few minutes. In fact, it only seemed to deepen when Jimin laughed at something Namjoon said. Jungkook was 99% sure he’d have permanent wrinkles around his mouth when Namjoon leaned in to give Jimin a hug and said bye.

Jimin joined Jungkook looking slightly dazed but jumped when Jungkook snapped at him, “Don’t go fucking soft on me, Park Jimin. I forbid you from falling for his charm again.”

“Shut up, I won’t. He was just being friendly.”

“He was just being friendly,” Jungkook imitated in his most annoying, high-pitched Jimin voice. This earned him a (well-deserved) pinch to his side.

Kim Namjoon had been an unfortunate part of Jimin’s life when they’d first started University. A smart, older student who, unbeknownst to Jimin and Jungkook, had quite the reputation for being a grade A asshole. Unfortunately, he was also incredibly charming. What did this lead to? A one-sided relationship in which Jimin got pulled back in every time he was about to leave because Namjoon carefully planned out when to showcase his boyfriendability. Jungkook, of course, called bullshit and finally got Jimin out of what had to be the worst relationship of his life and dealt with the aftermath as Jimin cried about how stupid he’d been (and occasionally, how much he missed Namjoon, for whatever reason).

They remained friendly, much to Jungkook’s chagrin. Jimin wasn’t entirely comfortable with him yet, but he could handle a casual conversation. Or at least, that’s what he told himself.

Jungkook, on the other hand, had perfected his bullshit detector.

“If he even tries talking to you again, I swear to god,” Jungkook muttered, annoyed. He grabbed his backpack from his room and threw it to Jimin, who was standing in the doorway.

“You’ll do what, Jungkook?” Jimin’s eyes shrank in amusement. Jungkook finally found his keys from deep within the folds of his blanket and he quickly reached the door to lock up.

“Anything. I’ll do anything to make sure he doesn’t,” Jungkook said firmly, grabbing his backpack from Jimin and putting his keys inside. Jimin just laughed and waved his words off, beginning to walk down the hall.

“I’m serious, Jimin. I don’t want him near you. Hey!” Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s wrist and pulled him back to him. Jimin, not expecting the sudden jerk, nearly tripped over his own feet but Jungkook held him up by the shoulders.

“Jesus, Jeon, give a guy a warning next time,” Jimin rolled his shoulders to get rid of Jungkook’s hands and then looked at him right in the eyes, “I’m not going back to him. Understand? Contrary to what you may believe, I actually do have some self-respect. Sure, I have leftover feelings but that’s all they are – leftovers. Echoes of what I actually felt. So calm down and let’s go to class.”

Guilt appeared in Jungkook’s eyes but Jimin stopped him from saying anything, “It’s okay. Let’s just go.”

He nodded and they walked down the hall together.

Jungkook wandered to the field after class to wait for Jimin. As he sat down, he scanned the crowds for the familiar tank top and basketball shorts combination but didn’t find it. He was considering calling Jimin just to be annoying but his phone rang before he could go through with it.

The universe was always stopping Jungkook from being a brat, it was actually kind of rude if he thought about it.

Jungkook picked up when he saw it was his mother, a smile immediately spreading across his face, “Mom! I thought you’d forgotten about me-”

“Why hasn’t Jimin called me? It’s been a month!”

“Yeah, missed you too,” Jungkook leaned back to lay his head on the ground but was met with a pair of legs instead. Jimin was sitting cross-legged behind him, and Jungkook grinned at him from his lap. “He’s here now, why don’t you nag him yourself.” He put the phone on speaker and placed it on his stomach.

“Park Jimin? Is there a reason I haven’t heard from you in a month? Or are you too old to talk to me now?”

Jimin winced at the harsh tone and put a hand over Jungkook’s mouth when he started giggling. “Hyejung, it’s not like that. You know it’s harder for me to find the time right now and-”

“Mm. I thought you’d be the type to make the time, not find it. Guess I was wrong.”

“You know, I see where you get your pettiness from,” Jimin said drily to Jungkook. Then, picking up the phone, he said, “Hyejung, I swear I’ll come to visit soon. For now, though, we’ve really got to study, okay?”

“Fine, fine. I’ll grant you leniency just this once. Pick up your phone next time, okay?”

“I was in class!” Jimin exclaimed defensively.

Jungkook clucked his tongue in disappointment, “You know that doesn’t matter to her.”

“Whatever you say,” Hyejung said apathetically, “I’ll leave you to it, then. Is Jungkook still there?”

“Yes, I am. Thanks for noticing, oh dear mother of mine,” Jungkook plucked the phone out of Jimin’s hand and turned it off speakerphone, holding it to his ear. He said a few more okays and alrights until finally, the call ended.

“She calls me more than my own mom,” Jimin shook his head in disbelief. Jungkook grabbed his Chemistry textbook and handed it to Jimin, who opened it up and rested it on Jungkook’s chest.

“Well, if I knew your mom, she’d call me more than my mom. We were clearly switched at birth. And don’t put the book here, I can’t look at the material if I’m trying to study. Oh, that reminds me actually, what are we planning for the summer? Are we finally visiting yours?”

“Are you actually going to study?”

“Uh, probably not.”

“Idiot.

Jimin closed the book and placed it on the grass beside him, leaning back on his wrists. The sun was pleasantly warm. Jungkook tilted his head back in Jimin’s lap and pinched the skin on his neck. “Hey, answer me. Are we going to your place? You’ve never even told me where exactly you lived before coming to Busan. I don’t even know the names of your parents! Wouldn’t it be nice to, I don’t know, spend some time there?”

Jimin sighed and looked down at Jungkook, tweaking his nose gently before saying, “I’m sorry, Jungkook. Can I just come back to yours this summer?”

“Of course, but Jimin…” Jungkook suddenly sat up and turned to face Jimin. He seemed to struggle to find the words and then finally decided on, “Just, I’m here. You know, to talk or whatever. You didn’t tell me then, and you aren’t telling me now, and that’s okay. I just don’t want you to carry whatever this is around forever. Okay?”

Jimin smiled and ruffled Jungkook’s hair, “Okay, little Jeon. Now really, you have an exam in less than 30 minutes, shouldn’t you study?”

“Shit, yeah. You know what, I’m going to study outside of the class. Maybe I’ll find people in my class to study with. To be clear, people is Kim Taehyung,” Jungkook shoved his textbook into his bag and blew a kiss to Jimin as he got up.

“Love you, babe! Wish me luck!” Jimin groaned in embarrassment but wished him luck anyways, waving reluctantly.

From the outside, it looked like something more. But Jimin knew they were just friends. Just friends.

It had been 30 minutes since his class ended and 20 minutes since Jimin first received his text, and Jungkook still wasn’t here. Jimin was waiting in the dance studio, scrolling through Instagram without really paying attention to what posts he was liking. Jungkook had told Jimin to meet him there, saying he’d come after “talking to Taehyung about a thing”. Their conversation had gone as follows:

5:40 p.m

>bitch meet me at the practice room we gon get shit DONe

5:41 p.m

istg shit better not just mean ur shit<

i actually need to practice dont further convince me that ur brain is the size of ur dick (re: small)<

5:41 p.m

>first of all. im an angel ofc im helping u with ur shit ? ?

>second of all if u wanted to compare my brain to smth small and Really offend me u shoudve just used urself

5:41 p.m

hahahahhahahaahaha! die.<

5:42 p.m

>also i have a juicy story about a certain Kim bring ur small ass ears so u can enjoy listenin.

>on second thought i might have to bring a megaphone so the sound can travel thru ur puny ear canals : ))

5:42 p.m

im sorry didn’t i Just tell u to die<

5:50 p.m

i have a high maintenance ass it cant sit on anything that isn’t plush for this long<

5:52 p.m

>u kno what they say sit down be humble

>srry tho got caught up with tae, ill be there soon

It was now 6 PM.

Jimin didn’t mind Taehyung, really didn’t. The dude seemed nice enough. Jimin just felt this tug in his stomach when Taehyung was apparently enough to make Jungkook completely forget about him. Okay, not forget about him, but that’s what it felt like.

He decided to get changed and start practicing, not knowing when Jungkook would decide to show up. Just as he switched out his normal tank top for a workout tank top, Jungkook burst into the studio, a grin on his face and his easel under his arm.

“You won’t believe how fucking slick I am,” was the first thing he said. Jimin gave him a small smile and plugged his phone into the speakers. He put on a short violin piece he could warm up to. Was he acting petty? Yes. Did he have a good reason? Not really. Was he going to keep acting petty anyways? Absolutely.

“Well, aren’t you going to ask why?” Jungkook’s words were bursting out of him with barely contained energy. He swiftly set up his easel and squeezed out the necessary paints onto his palette.

Jimin stayed focused on the way his leg slid across the floor a little too lazily. It looked sloppy, but Jimin could fix that with time. As he was about to reach the climax of the composition, it abruptly switched to the song he was using for his showcase.

Jimin groaned, “Jungkook! Just let me warm up and then I’ll humour you about Prince Charming.” He watched through the mirror as Jungkook put Jimin’s phone back down and practically skipped over to him. Jungkook smiled when Jimin sighed in defeat and placed his hands on Jungkook’s hips from behind.

“How do you even know the choreo?” Jimin asked suspiciously when Jungkook began moving to the beats. Jimin’s fingers moved up and down Jungkook’s body, tapping rhythmically and eventually landing on Jungkook’s hands.

“I only know some, not all of it. I pay attention when you dance, obviously,” Jungkook pulled Jimin flush against his body by placing his hand on the small of Jimin’s back, he let him lean back and then let go, somehow managing to grab his hands before he fell to the ground. Jimin slid through Jungkook’s legs and stood up, looking at him in disbelief.

“That move was too dangerous for anyone but my partner to do, you moron! What if I got hurt?”

“Calm down, Jimin. I went to your partner and asked for pointers the other day because I knew I’d be practicing with you and I wanted to do it right. That’s why I know the choreo so well, okay? Jesus, stop exposing my ass,” Jimin slapped Jungkook on the arm and turned off the music, ignoring the younger’s cries of pain.

He stood there with his arms crossed and Jungkook stared at him, “What? What did I do this time?”

“Jeon Jungkook, you learned not only my part of the dance but my partner’s part. I don’t even know when you did this! That’s a lot of time spent doing something that’s completely irrelevant for you, you could’ve used that time to, oh I don’t know, study for your exams!” Jimin didn’t know why he was so angry, he just was. Jungkook sputtered for words and in a split second, his face took on more annoyance than confusion.

“Why are you getting so mad? I was trying to help, Jimin!” Jungkook took a step towards Jimin but Jimin held out his hands.

“I don’t want you to help me that much! You… you have no right to!”

“What?”

“You have no right,” Jimin said, his voice tight, “You’re nothing more than a friend, Jungkook. That’s it. You’re not my boyfriend or something that you’d feel the need to go out of your way like this just to help me out. I’m not that important. God, just… just focus on your life and I’ll focus on mine. You’re messing everything up!”

Somewhere along the way, Jimin had started crying. He didn’t want to be this way. It wasn’t fair to either of them, but he didn’t know how to stop. Everything he’d said was true on some level, but who was Jimin really mad at? Because it certainly wasn’t Jungkook.

Despite how hurt Jungkook appeared, he still managed to say in a calm voice, “Jimin, if something’s wrong, we’ll work it out together. Just tell me.”

That was it. That was the moment. Jimin liked Jungkook. A lot. Too much.

“Don’t do that! Oh my god, Jungkook! You’re hurt! I hurt you, why aren’t you yelling at me? Please, just…” Jimin dragged the heel of his palm along his face, choking on his words. Without thinking, he grabbed his phone and bag and moved past Jungkook, out of the studio, not turning to look once despite the younger’s pleas.

Jimin had fucked up, and he couldn’t deal with what that meant right now. When he got back to his dorm, his phone beeped with a notification. Jimin chucked his shoes off and jumped into bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check it.

jungkookie

>i asked him to be my chem tutor. that’s what i was gonna tell u. talk to me when ure ready.

Jimin felt like he was going to start crying again. He buried his head in his pillow for a moment and then collected himself, scrolling through his contacts to find someone in particular.

“So yeah, that’s what it is.”

“Min, you can’t be serious.”

“Shut up, Hoseok. It’s not that far-fetched. I don’t think.”

“Yes it is! I mean, the whole you being in love with him-”

“Love is a strong word.”

“-thing is not far-fetched. But the fact that it took you so long to figure it out? I spent all of your stupid high school years listening to you talk about this dude every Monday afternoon and every time I even suggested you might have a crush on him, you shut me down. And now you figure it out?”

“First of all, it’s not my fault that half your dance ‘lessons’ were just us talking. You never let me respond to your ‘how was your day’ with ‘good’, you always wanted to hear everything. So if anything, it’s your fault for being nosy.”

“An unwarranted attack on my teaching style, but okay.”

“Also, I didn’t like him in high school! I really don’t think I did. Something’s changed now. God, I fucked up bad.”

“Yeah, of course something’s changed. Someone’s moving in on your man. And Jimin, stop sniffling, you’re not a moody teenager anymore.”

“I’m upset! And, he’s not my man! In fact, he isn’t even my boy. He’s just. Jungkook.”

“You infuriate me, Min.”

“Really? I think I’m kind of cute.”

“I will hang up right now, find a way to physically reach through phone screens, call you back, and strangle you.”

“Seriously, though. Hoseok. Please. Tell me what to do about this.”

“Jimin, just do what you should’ve done in the first place, tell him how you feel. Any other option over complicates things and before you know it, you guys will be in your 30s and won’t have spoken to each other in years because you were too afraid to admit your feelings but you also couldn’t stand to see him with someone else so you just ran away.”

“Oddly specific.”

“What can I say, I’m an excellent foreshadower.”

“I’m going to take my time. I don’t want to mess up anything between him and Taehyung right now.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Right now would be IDEAL to tell him so that you can get it over with before he gets serious with Taehyung.”

“I… you’re right. Sure, yeah, I can do that. Thanks, Hoseok. I’ll call you when I plan on visiting.”

“Of course, Min. I’ll be waiting, as usual. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Jungkook knocked on Jimin’s door, trying not to be too loud. It was the middle of the night, approaching 1:15 AM now. Jimin hadn’t answered any of his texts of calls, and he was beginning to worry. Jimin’s words from earlier hadn’t stopped bouncing around his head. He heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside and instantly stood a little taller. As soon as the door opened, Jungkook lunged to hug Jimin, who nearly toppled over wish so much extra weight on him.

“What the fuck, Jimin,” Jungkook said in Jimin’s ear. His words implied that he was angry but his tone was soft, relieved. “I thought you’d finally drowned yourself in beer of something.”

Jimin pushed Jungkook away and upon seeing his face, Jungkook froze. Jimin’s eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks had chalky streaks running down them and his nose was rubbed raw. His hair was tousled every which way, as if he’d been pulling it over and over again for hours. Which he could’ve been doing, for all Jungkook knew. He looked over Jimin’s shoulders and noticed the bottle of wine situated on the desk.

“Guess I wasn’t far from the truth,” Jungkook said softly. He looked into Jimin’s eyes, “Tell me how to help you.” Jimin sniffed and shook his head, eyes glazed over but a crease forming in between his eyebrows. He stepped away from Jungkook and curled up on his bed. Jungkook drew in a long breath and then moved to shut the door, silently thanking the gods Jimin’s roommate never came back to the dorms before 3 in the morning. He lay down on the mattress beside Jimin and grabbed a hold of his face.

“Tell me. Please, Jimin,” Jungkook’s voice cracked, pained from having to see his best friend like this. In all the years he’d known Jimin, he’d never looked so utterly heartbroken.

“No one. Jungkook, no one’s ever going to – to love me. Isn’t that fucking pathetic? Not you, nuh-not my family, no one.” And Jungkook had definitely heard this before, but never so intensely, never full of such conviction. Still, he felt himself breathe a little easier knowing that nothing absolutely awful had happened to Jimin.

“Jimin, you know that’s not true. You have so many amazing qualities.”

“I’m not a fuck. Fucking scholar luh-like Taehyung,” Jimin said in a small, broken voice. He looked so hurt, so fragile. He looked the way you can only look after being emotionally drained to the bone. “I don’t have nice eyes, or a deep – deep voice.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, when had Taehyung come into the picture? “Jimin, being academically gifted isn’t exactly number one on the ‘qualities I want my boyfriend to have’ list that most people have. You’re absolutely gorgeous, radiant, even. You’ve got these soft eyes, and a cute nose, and full lips. Your voice is light and dreamy and perfect for you because you’ve always been fairy-like. And you’re one hell of a dancer! God, when I see you move on stage it’s like I can see you completely change the atmosphere. You leave a trail of emotion behind you that touches the hearts of everyone in the room. You give the best pep-talks in the world and you have the purest, biggest heart out of anyone I know. You are capable of giving so much love, it only makes sense that you’re constantly inviting it back in. You could get literally anyone in the world.”

Jimin’s eyes sharpened for a fraction of a moment and he stared right at Jungkook. “Anyone?” he whispered.

“Anyone,” Jungkook confirmed. He pulled Jimin into his chest. “Now, go to sleep.”

Jimin mumbled something into his chest and in a few minutes, was fast asleep. Jungkook sighed into the dark and hugged Jimin a little bit closer, a little bit tighter.

“Wake up, Jimin. It’s time for class. Well, your class, not mine.”

“Hnghh. Bwekhfusht.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, but I can’t today. Seriously, get up. Jimin. Jimin? Park, I dare you to get the fuck up.”

“Urngh muh hehhd.”

“Yeah I left some Advil for that. Listen, if you don’t get up, you’re admitting to being a cheater. Ah, there you go! Just don’t lie back down.”

“UNGHH.”

“Fine, I’m leaving… call me if you need me?”

“Shaddupp.”

“Cool, bye.”

Around 5 PM that day, Jimin finally stopped thinking about all the bad things that could happen if he told Jungkook that he had a little thing for him and decided to just do it. The night before had been a complete disaster. Actually, the whole day had been pretty shitty. Jungkook didn’t deserve that, but in the end, he stayed with Jimin. Jungkook stayed with Jimin.

He needed to tell Jungkook how he felt before Taehyung turned into something more than a crush. Jimin wasn’t sure what brought on this sudden burst of confidence and adrenaline but he knew it wouldn’t last for long so he needed to act while it fueled him.

He grabbed his shoes and raced out of the dorm, intent on telling Jungkook everything.

Drinking to the point of wanting to cry for a week straight had not been Jimin’s intention when he’d pulled out the wine last night. He’d just wanted to relax and empty his mind of any confusing thoughts. Before he knew it, old insecurities began creeping back and he couldn’t take it, he broke down. Jimin often wondered why people said they “drink to forget”. Whenever he drank, he just seemed to revisit the worst memories among the ones he’d naturally forgotten. What a scam.

Jimin was half-way across the field, being poured on by the rain to the point where he couldn’t keep his eyes open, when he literally ran into a familiar body. Jimin fell to the ground and looked across at Jungkook, who was rubbing his head with a grin on his face. He got up, laughing, and extended a hand to Jimin. A shot of energy flowed through his body as Jimin was pulled to his feet, he smiled through the rain and rubbed the part of Jungkook’s head he’d knocked against. Jimin opened his mouth to say something but before he could, Jungkook spoke.

“I love you.”

Jimin stared at him, not quite believing what he’d just heard. It was like all the noise from the downpour had been cut, like the only sounds that mattered were his beating heart and Jungkook’s words. Despite his brain not entirely comprehending the words, a smile began to stretch across his face.

“I love you so much and I know it’s kind of out of the blue, but I just had to tell you. I don’t think being friends is going to work anymore.” Jungkook had an insanely wide grin on his face.

Jimin couldn’t contain how happy he was a laugh bubbled out of him, loud and free. It was oddly appropriate, the confession happening on the field. They’d been here just two nights ago, saying their ‘I love you’s for a completely different reason. Jimin was so caught up in the moment he didn’t feel his hand running through his wet hair, didn’t hear himself clearly until he’d said-

“I love you too.” There. It was as simple as that. And now Jimin was downright giddy.

Jungkook threw his head back as he laughed and then grabbed Jimin’s face in his hands, eyes shining, “Do you think he’ll say that? When I tell him?”

Just as fast as the giddiness came, it disappeared. Jimin’s smile started to fall, the rain was making his vision blurry.

“Who,” Jimin asked, but he knew.

“Taehyung, silly. Who else? Okay, let’s start again. You’re Taehyung and I’m me…”

Jungkook’s words faded into the distance. The downpour that had gone silent suddenly thundered in his ears and Jimin couldn’t hear his own heartbeat but he could feel it. He could feel it slow down and speed up and he wished that eventually, it would stop altogether. Hope was a dangerous thing, Jimin felt like an idiot for inviting it into his life with open arms. He should’ve known better.

“..okay? Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m actually about to fucking tell him this!” Jungkook pulled Jimin into a hug, completely enveloping him.

In that moment, Jimin hugged back. He held onto Jungkook as tight as he could and when they pulled apart, Jimin thought about how lucky it was that it had started to rain.

How lucky it was that Jungkook wouldn’t be able to tell tears apart from raindrops.

Jungkook and Taehyung had hung out all morning under the pretense of studying for Chemistry. Jungkook had come back to his dorm incredibly happy, knowing that whatever it was he had with Taehyung was special. He was pretty sure he was in love. He’d decided to go tell him not 1 hour after they’d gone back to their respective buildings. Jungkook had ran into Jimin and then headed to Taehyung’s place. Jungkook had told Taehyung he loved him. Taehyung had kissed him on the spot.

Jimin knew because Jungkook hadn’t stopped talking about it for an hour.

Now it was Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. Although, Jimin felt like a third wheel too often so he spent a lot of time in the studio. Jungkook never finished the painting of Jimin, he ended up doing one of Taehyung instead, who remained as charming as ever and became Jimin’s friend despite Jimin not wanting him to. It was hard to dislike Taehyung in any setting, really. The couple came to Jimin’s showcase before final exams started and brought him flowers.

“Just like old times, huh,” Jimin had joked to Taehyung, not much energy in his voice despite feeling like he was on cloud nine, like he usually did after a performance.

Taehyung had smiled with an emotion indistinguishable to Jimin, “Yeah, better times. When I didn’t know Jungkook.”

Jungkook had playfully argued with him about this statement but, for some reason, Jimin had sensed the words had been directed at him more than Jungkook. He’d felt as if Taehyung had looked right into his head and pulled out his ugliest thoughts to display in front of the world. But there was empathy behind the words, and in a twisted sort of way, Jimin had felt like Taehyung understood him better than Jungkook.

Jimin and Jungkook no longer hung out together as much, which was a given. Jimin had to learn to find new friends. He met Yoongi, an aspiring pianist, and spent any time he wasn’t with Jungkook and Taehyung with him. They were from the same town and Jimin had been mortified to hear that Yoongi knew about his family, but it was easy for them to be together. Things seemed to be getting better for Jimin, except they weren’t, obviously.

There was no overnight remedy for heartbreak, or even a one-month remedy. Jimin knew from experience.

On one particularly average day, Jimin got a call that destroyed any thoughts of his own pathetic heartbreak.

Within an hour, he had packed up his things and headed to the train station.

Jungkook and Taehyung scoured the windows for any sign of Jimin. A group of people began boarding the train right in front of Jungkook and he had to use all his patience not to yell at all of them to move it, already!

“Baby,” Taehyung called, “I’ll look down there, you keep looking up ahead, okay?”

Jungkook nodded hastily and moved up the platform. Jimin’s roommate had called him half-an-hour ago, asking him if he knew why Jimin was planning on going back home. According to him, all of Jimin’s stuff had been packed up and the place looked spotless except for a note left on his pillow.

God, he was going to kill Jimin.

Jimin’s face suddenly blurred past him. Jungkook stopped jogging and backtracked, staring at Jimin through the window, who looked exhausted. Jungkook climbed into the closest possible entrance, shoving past a bunch of other people and found Jimin’s booth. He sat down in front of him, trying to stay calm.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jungkook questioned coldly.

“Home. I… my family needs me and, in all honesty, I think I need them too,” Jimin replied in a heavy voice.

“And you were going to tell me when?”

“Jungkook, I had no time, my mother-”

“God Jimin, it’s like we’re not even friends anymore!” Jungkook cried. He stood up and tugged on Jimin’s sleeve. “Come on, you’re not going anywhere. You still… you still have to finish exams! And I still need you here, you can’t just up and leave.”

Jimin pulled his arm away forcefully and looked at Jungkook. His eyebrows were drawn in frustration and his eyes shone with tears, “Jungkook. My mother’s been in an accident. I don’t care if you need me. I’m sorry. I’m going.”

Jungkook’s anger immediately left his face. His muscles relaxed and his eyes softened when he looked at Jimin.

“Jimin… I’m so sorry.” He pulled Jimin up on his feet so he could hug him.

“I want to dare you to stay, but I know you’re going to cheat,” Jungkook murmured into Jimin’s ear.

Jimin melted in Jungkook’s arms, “You’re right this time, little Jeon.”

“I’m right every time, little Park,” Jungkook leaned back from Jimin, arms still caught on his waist. “Promise me I’ll see you again? You’re going home, right? Tell me where that is.”

Jimin didn’t say anything, he twisted one of the rings off his finger and placed it gently into Jungkook’s palm before kissing him on the forehead. Jimin led Jungkook to the open entrance and with a small push, Jungkook ended up on the platform. His face twisted in confusion.

“Jimin, tell me where home is.”

“I dare you to be okay without me,” Jimin called out, fresh tears streaming down his face. The train began to move slowly. Jungkook was panicking now, he held onto one of the handrails and fell into a light jog.

“Jimin! Tell me before you leave. What if I can’t find you again? Please,” Jungkook choked on his words and lost his grip on the rail. He stumbled and tried catching up to Jimin, but the platform was about to end.

“Don’t you dare cheat, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin called out, he couldn’t help but sob. Jungkook stood on the platform, looking like he’d had his entire world stolen from his. He could’ve told him, it would’ve been easy. But somewhere inside of him, Jimin really didn’t want to. He didn’t want Jungkook to be able to find him.

Jimin caught sight of Taehyung running to Jungkook and coming to a halt when he realized Jimin was nearly gone. Even from a distance, Jimin was still able to see that look in Taehyung’s eyes.

Only later, when Jimin was half-way home, did he realize what that look meant, what it had always meant: regret.

And that was the last time we ever saw that Jimin. Your Daddy cried a lot that day, and ever since then, he’s never taken off that silver ring. Jimin never contacted us again, and we couldn’t find him. He’d come from somewhere else to study at Jungkook’s high school and he’d stayed with a host family. Whenever Jungkook had asked Jimin about his life back home, he’d never answered any of the questions. When we decided to get married, Jungkook tried asking the University or even his high school for information about Park Jimin. But he was never able to find answers.

Getting in the way of Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship is the biggest regret of my life, and I don’t have a lot. Jungkook didn’t know Jimin liked him, and Jimin never told me or Jungkook. But I knew there was something between them, something that could’ve developed into a stronger love than your father and I had for each other.

Today, I trust you with this. Find Jimin. Give Jungkook another shot at happiness. Make him see that there’s always only been Jimin for him, and no one else – not truly.

I love you, Jimin.

Forever and always in your heart,

Taehyung.

Mina wiped away her tears as she stared at the picture paper-clipped to the last page of her Daddy and someone else who was probably Jimin. She folded the papers and pressed them back into the envelope, putting it aside so that she could breathe a little easier. She wasn’t completely sure how she was going to find this Jimin, or even get her Daddy to open up to her about him, but she did know one thing.

Her Daddy deserved a happily ever after, and she was going to be the one to give it to him.

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ hi, hi! tis bunny anna here and i thought i would decide to make a little wishlist for my muses! i figured this might be handy for in the future because who knows right? so read below to see what i have in mind for my muse beans and if you are interested, please like this post and/or send me a message so we can chit chat about them :)

note:you do not have to be mutuals with me to do any of this (obviously lol), you can be a random peep passing by that is curious and that’s cool with me! you liking this means i shall be sending you a message instead thus make sure there is a way for me to do that (dm or ask). this will be also updated as time goes on depending on what new idea/muse i may have at the time

Choi Ha-joon, 26 and is an elementary school teacher

“muse a sings like an angel but is really shy so they only sing in the shower. everyday,muse b, who is their neighbor, listens to their singing and thinks muse a is actually a professional singer. one day they meet at the elevator of their building and muse b really wants to ask for muse a to sing a song for them, or just compliment them. but how will they do so without making things awkward? and to top this situation, muse a is also a lotattractive.“

give me that cliche old high school lovers see each other again after school by accident, the feels hit them once again and oof. make it angsty, make it fluffy, idc just give me some of that!

ha-joon is a book lover so what if ha-joon keeps coming to this book store that also involves your muse. they get to know each other for their enjoyment of books but the plot twist of this all is that ha-joon doens’t know your muse is not only an author but one of ha-joon’s favorite writers!

you left your USB flash drive in the library computer and i had to go through your files to figure out who you are and i ended up reading the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re actually really good????

Kris Yamada, 26 and is an assassin

so lowkey when i made kris i got a bit inspired by the video game “assassin’s creed” so would be interested to do something loosely based around that. something like say your muse is working for the enemy organization that kris’s order doesn’t like. they meet and get closer (friendship or romantic, doesn’t matter) and go from there? very basic idea i know lol but can be fun i think!

give me assasin buddies, bro this is something that kris is in need of lol. sure he can be like a grouch sometimes but he knows how to have fun! he used to live the wild life so let’s do some wild friend antics lol

speaking of used too’s...why not bring something back from the past for kris? say maybe an old friend from kirs’s childhood? they can maybe meet on the street one day and they may want to ask questions because of kris suddenly dropping all contact? or we could do the more cliche idea of said friend is now a target and oops, now kris is stuck in an oopsie :’)

Song "Hayes" Hyeok, 26 and is an indie music producer.

hayes doesn’t have the best relationship with his parents (this can be read in his bio here) so maybe one day his parents may want to do a surprise visit because he does have good contact with his sister and she praised alot about him. his parents (specifically father) wants to see how “amazing hayes is doing”. cue hayes trying to make things not go south because his parents are not fans of the fact that hayes likes boys...so to see him having a boyfriend/fiance/husband may cause some problems to put it lightly. this could include hayes pretending not to be in a relationship with your muse or pretending they are just roommates. a bit of a heavy idea so far in this list, i know but it is something i would like to explore for hayes.

rival music producers, just give me some of that drama lol

a mentor type friendship where hayes could take in your muse under his wing to help them out in the music scene

“🌟–– we had a really ugly break-up and didn’t talk for a long time but oh hey, you’re at this party too and we’ve had a few drinks and now we’re kissing and … oh, all that wasn’t supposed to happen tonight but we’re sort of on better terms now and yikes!!! i might be falling for you again …”

“muse a is in an accident which leaves them without memory, and muse b had been on their way to break things off with their beloved muse a. when they arrive at the hospital the only thing muse a remembers is how in love they were with muse b, and muse b is forced to keep coming back to positive. muse b is trying to move on, trying to find a way to tell muse b that they want to leave them, but find themselves falling back in love withmuse a. muse a of course, eventually get their memories back, even the ones up until the last moments before the accident where they remember the fights and tension and out of the silence ask ‘youre leaving me arent you?’ but by this time muse b is entirely in love with muse a again, and muse a just feels hurt and decieved“

Sarla Dunnavant, 26 and is a businesswomen (no longer active)

give me that cliche idea of the businesswomen falling for their secretary or something similar, i’m weak for cliche’s and this one would be just fun as fudgecakes lmao.

enemies to lovers;your muse is a rival to sarla’s company and they sort of can’t stand each other ??? but like ??? respect each other at the same time ??? it’s weird but they think they cannot stand each other but one day during some business event, they find out they actually like each other and can get along (can be romantic or platonic)

based of this iconic post

ok hear me out...a sugar baby plot? it doesn’t have to be a schmexy plot either! it can be something like out of kindness (and boredom becuase what else can she do with her money) she will give gifts to your muse. like you want that fancy make up collection? alright, your college? paid off at the moment as we speak. want a lifetime supply of donuts? she can do just that. all she asks is to spend time with her and just chill out.

Angelica Heartorne, 25 and is a vampire huntress

legit anything vampire stuff related. i am not going to be flippen picky.

just because she IS a vampire huntress doesn’t mean it has to be ONLY to vampires. she is multiverse so she can be a hunter for anything supernatural really. this can be something discussed for sure but she is versatile, she doesn’t have to stick to only human like leeches lmao.

a bit of a weird but funny idea that jsut came to mind? but what happens if angelica was dating someone right? but what if that person she was dating...was a vampire and she had no idea about this until by accident or something? please this sounds hilarious to me and would love to rp this out.

“ muse a enters a coffee shop and was in such a rush that she forgot her wallet, as she explains what happened to the worker and ask for them to cancel her order, then suddenly there’s a hand that hoovers over her head and money is slapped on the counter incoming muse b paying for her. muse a is like wHAT THE FUCK ! I AM AN INDEPENDENT WOMEN I DONT NEED ANYONE TO PAY FOR ME, but she turns around and meets eyes with muse b who is beyond attractive. muse a then stumbles and ask how she could repay muse b and he tells her to sit down and enjoy her coffee with him “

“you said you’d call me in the morning but the voicemail you left had her voice in the background”

“ Humans start out at birth with milk white blood. The more crimes they commit, the darker their blood becomes. One day, you meet your soulmate. Skip a few years, and things are amazing… Until your soulmate trips, falls, and exposes black blood… “

based off this post

Jeong Jin-Gi, 25 and is an indie artist

“ Don’t give me one-sided unrequited love, give me two-sided unwanted love. Both sides are deeply in love with the other and both sides are like ‘fuck, really?? them??? really?’ “

“ ok so hear a sister out… i want an actual HEART WRENCHING celebrity & non - celebrity thread. like muse a meeting muse b in the most random place and muse b KNOWS muse a is famous but they’re not gonna say anything but on the inside they’re secretly freaking out. but they get to talking & muse b kinda forgets that they are because they’re just so normal and they have so much fun talking to them, and muse ahas a rich lifestyle & is the most popular person in the world, yet the only thing they wanna do is be with muse b. but dating the most famous person ever comes with the DISADVANTAGES. i want the ugly stans drilling them over dating their favorite star, i want the paparazzi making up stories about muse b & giving the constant break up - conspiracy’s, i want the late night drama filled phone - calls about “ maybe this is just too much for me “ & muse b seeing muse a in a new picture released with ANOTHER apparent love interest, and i want new songs released by muse a that’s a little T O O emotional to just be a careless piece of work. i just want the constant back & forth between them & them wondering if their love is strong enough to overcome the difficulties or if all they are is a love that was never meant to last. “

jin ain’t no angel, he’s a bit of a person with an addiction to drgs so give me anything surrounding that. dealers or pals that find out about his addiction, anything really. just want to dive deeper into this side of jin

“i’m trying to start a celebrity gossip blog and you are an effing trainwreck so now i’m lowkey stalking you in hopes of getting a humiliating story” au

plot idea : muse a was a punk, and muse b did ballet. what more can i say? muse a wanted muse b, but muse b would never that secretly she wanted muse a as well. all of muse b’s friends stuck up their nose because they had a problem with muse a’s baggy clothes. five years from now, muse b sits at home. feeding the baby they’re all alone. b turns on tv, and guess who she sees? muse a rocking on mtv.

James Yeeun, 22 and is an art student in college

“im gonna claw myself apart. we watch netflix together and i keep a respectful and responsible distance; you lean against me to pause the screen. ask if i want cookies. i can’t stop staring at your lips. what? i say. i knew what you’d asked me even as you ask again, i just don’t want the moment to end. we’re just friends. we’re just friends.”

okay but how about an “i’m in my twenties and sick of still being a virgin, so one night when i’m drunk i think it’s a good idea to dm my old celebrity crush who is no longer really that famous anyway and ask them to take my virginity – wait why did they just dm me back?? giving me their number?? i don’t even remember doing this” au

“You kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th grade and now your dorm is right across the hall from mine” AU

would love to do something where james could realize he DOES like boys as well. this is something he isn’t sure off himself so i would like to dive into this background of james.

so i was watching tiktoks last night and i’ve came across this story time and would love a plot for it… so muse a had a bad childhood for varies of reasons one thing lead to another and they were kicked out of the house, so they ended up couch surfing.. this enters their fear of the dark because they would wake up in the middle of the night not knowing where they are and everything is just dark and scary, so they begin sleeping with night lights or any sort of light that they have. well moving into college means roommates and muse a is too embarrassed to mention how they’re scared of the dark to their roommate. so first night, muse a wakes up screaming and enters muse b aka their roommate into their room and they’re like ?? are you good? finally muse a breaks and tells muse b what happened to them and then next night muse a finds a night light in their room, however, that night they still wake up screaming. muse b wakes up as well and just tell them that they’re ok and that they got them.. second year of college goes by and they’re not roommates anymore. first night moving in, it happens again.. muse a wakes up screaming only to find that muse b texted them that ‘they’re in their new apartment and that everything is going to be okay.’ it could turn into beautiful friendship or maybe something more?? i just want it pls

Rose Price, 23 and is a rebel along with school drop out

lowkey i legit got inspired by the video game character “chloe” from “life is strange” but i decided to do my take of chloe if that makes sense so...rachel amber inspired plot xD to those that are a bit confused, rachel amber the character is someone chloe befriends during her time when life is a bit downhill to put it lightly. they get close (some would say even romantic) and up until the final years of high school...rachel is gone. now in the games, rachel isn’t alive BUT i was thinking why not twist this around? make said missing friend (this would be your muse) show up out of the blue? with no answer as to why they just “left” and simply goes back to how things were.

“gimme muse a just finished their sentence in jail and they lost contact with most of the people in their former life. on the day of his release, the gate pulls back and their high school sweetheart who they lost contact with years ago muse b is in the parking lot. “

“i drove two hours to the closest video rental store that’s still operating and you were checking out the only copy of the movie i was after“

“we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other“

jsut give me any fxf plot ideas man. i want rose to get some love :(

Daehwi Goe, 24 and is an indie video game creator/works at a cafe

" give me a plot where both muses are each other’s pen pals that end up falling in love through letters please. threads would be in letter format up until they finally meet each other. please. “

“ imagine that you’ve been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you’re ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he’s just late. people are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they know and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you’ve never seen sits down explaining loudly “sorry i’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.” and he quietly adds, “i’m Michael. just go with it, yeah? whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” and so you do go with it because he’s being sweet and trying to save you (and plus he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen) and as you’re leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time. “

“ AFTER MONTHS YEARS OF REPORTING TO A JOB THAT ABSOLUTELY KILLS MY SOUL, I FINALLY QUIT! WITH NO BACKUP PLAN OR WAY TO PAY MY BILLS ONCE NEXT MONTH IS OVER, I WALKED DANCED OUT OF MY WORKPLACE WITH THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE.. BUT NOW REALITY IS SINKING IN, THAT I’VE JUST DONE SOMETHING CRAZY IMPULSIVE AND OMG YOU’RE WATCHING ME SPIRAL OVER WHAT A MISTAKE I’VE JUST MADE AND YOU’RE SO SWEET TO OFFER TO BUY ME A DRINK BECAUSE I SURE AF CANNOT AFFORD ONE. “

“we broke up right before a giant roadtrip our friends planned and we don’t want to bail on everyone and ruin the trip so yay, looks like we get to spend a five hour drive and a weekend in a cottage together.”

Adagio Seo, 20 and is a warlock

just give me that chilling adventure’s of sabrina plots man...it’s why adagio was even made lmao.

adagio while yes, i did made him specifically for that show universe, just like angelica he is mulitverse so he’s not off limits to that show only. if you want him to be in a harry potter au? cool with me. a normal college au? also cool with me. want to go full on twlight, even better lmao. just because he is mostly for the show, doesn’t mean he’s not expandable :)

“ does the “i slept with you the other day and i didnt know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward because i ran out when you were asleep” au exist bc i need that fic “

ok so adagio has an interest of necromancy but like the thing is he’s bad...like really bad at necromancy lmao (there’s a reason he skills in herbal) so like just give the whacky shiz that can happen when doing necromancy wrong.

basically anything warlock/witch plots, throw them my way! want my wild warlock to have some love :(

Simone Hines, 22 and is a worker at the garden section of homdepot

the happy florist who delivers one flower to the boss of the hardcore law firm across the street everyday, just to make their day a little bit brighter

plot #001: in which muse a is really insecure and struggles with their self-esteem, so muse b, their best friend, starts secretly sending notes with all the reasons to love them.

plot #013: one day, muse a wakes up and finds themself to be in the future, seemingly married to their high school enemy, muse b.

any plot with a soft, sweet, submissive male that needs to be protected at all costs because he’s naive and doesn’t know how to speak up for himself with a girl that’s dominant, rough around the edges, not afraid of anything, and is ready to take on the world.

tbh i just need a long distance relationship plot where they cry on skype bc they miss each other so much and they have passive aggressive texts bc of what’s on each others snapchat stories but then the fluffy moments when they see each other at the airport and all the desperate please don’t leave me again sex and i just need a long distance plot

Levi Kim, 24 and owns his own cafe

highkey want a ‘someone wrote your phone number on the wall of a bathroom in my dorm with ‘call for a good time’ and i just texted you to let you know that i scribbled it out and oh wait you’re actually funny and easy to talk to and now we’re talking every day and i might have a tiny little crush on you even tho i don’t even know your name’ plot

i got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street and opened my door to find you trying to sleep on the floor of the hallway because your roommate has his fiancée over so i guess i’ll lend you my couch for the night AU

it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD

utterly obsessed with the niche but incredibly romantic concept that is “late night radio show host falls hopelessly in love with and pines for recurring caller, oblivious to the fact that the person calling in whenever they’re on air is also in love with and pining for them after finding comfort in listening to their voice every night on their long commutes home”

Park Hades, 23 and is next in line for the Park corporations/modern day greek god hades

look i’m glad you have a healthy sex life and all but will you please try not to pierce a whole through my ceiling with your bed thanks

i have a policy of not giving my real name on dating apps and apparently you do the same. we have a good conversation so we decide to meet, but oh no … it turns out you’re my ex. yikes!!!

#indie rp #krp #plot wishlist #thread wishlist #wanted opposite #indie krp #{ bunny anna's wishy list }

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OC Interview Meme

This looks fun. Also some answers drastically differ depending on around what time this "interview” takes place. So i got thinking and since I was tagged by@sakurabunnie who’s getting to know my pre-inquisition Soren, i choose to time this before Inquisition. Then i was tagged by dear @hadiden-lavellan too, but by then i was halfway through his post, and hey why not, some looking back :) Thank you both!!!! :3333

For Soren (Lavellan):

1. What is your name?

“A lot of people have called me by a lot of names. You can call me Soren.”

2. What is your real name?

“It is actually Soren. Yep, just Soren. I lost my original belonging and i didnt take any of my families surnames. Not permanently nor in any way official.”

3. Do you know why you were called that?

“Oh well, my parents wanted a pair of short and strong names that ring together, even if they had to get a bit creative. Also, as i learned, a pair of names that can be lilted and growled equally well haha “

4. Are you single or taken?

“i am free like a bird. Does your nest have some extra space on a cold night by the way?”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“Im a highly trained assassin, among … other things. If you ever get in trouble… *slides over a strange little object* flash this around the shady parts of any city. They will take care of the rest. But for your lives sake, do not try to lie”

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“ I dont think i ever used that alias… “

7. What’s your eye color?

“Oohhh you are welcome to gaze into them closer, yes ;) no low light excuses, they have their own, so just lean over… “

8. How about your hair color?

“ Oh yes that is harder to tell in different lights. Its dark red, like good wine or blood from the liver .”

9. Have you any family members?

“ I have tons. If you meant blood relation… other than my twin sister i have some distant family. Literally distant even, like few and far between, out in the world. Some of us exchange awesome birthday gifts some years though, regardless of the exact date. Who has time to time that. “

(Scattered by the wind, but firmly standing like the trees)

10. Oh? What about pets?

“ Sadly animals are deadly afraid of me. It takes just a sniff to run for dear life… Even predators… it takes a special blend of proud and crazy to befriend me it seems. I would kill for such treasures. Like that Hart i once fought for an apple in that deep forest and lately rode to far destinations… i think it starts to get even attached!!! If he sticks around im gonna call him Captain. But remember, Dont go close to him! For your dear life, please dont. He is easy to recognize. Big as a mountain and looks like “Oh, Shit”. “

(’Where to, Captain?’)

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

“ Those things are about to change. Or drop in numbers significantly in the world. Just wait. …as truly as i want to mean that, unfortunately some things never change. Like the darkness in people, festering hearts. There will always be things like betrayal, prejudice, hatred, discrimination, envy, greed, cruelty,... i could go on. People who mostly keep themselves above those shades of their nature are all worth to be protected.“

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

“ Oh there are so many awesome things in the world and so many exciting things to do! I cant even count them. Like there’s hunting dragons for one! Speaking of hunting, there is also treasure hunt and demon hunt and manhunt and wyvernhunt and countless others, the bigger and meaner the better! But then theres also MAGIC! Do you have any idea how awesome that is? Everything magic and everything it touched. Putting together and using magic objects for so many things! And spells??? Potions, lotions, weapons... And there are also PEOPLE! The most magical thing is the warm light in ones heart. And they are so various and unique! There are different languages and codes and symbols and oh the stories! And dance and music and pleasures and laughing and caring and helping and…. oh … haha… im sorry, are you awake? Please ask away. “

(’Ah, what a beautiful day!’)

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

“ I think you snoozed off and forgot about my profession already. :) “

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

“ Hahaha oh these sharp and pointy things and stuff arent for chopping and cooking vegetables either.”

15. What kind of animal are you?

“Pfffft i am my own species! Hehe! A unique hybrid i guess! But definitely a big animal, yes. Sis’ won that argument long ago, so there you have the answer. “

16. Name your worst habits.

“Hmm? What?” (*Muffs out with one of the interviewers -already leafed through-notebooks between his sharp teeth, booth on table...*) Hey! That is… how did you… *sigh*... nevermind

(exhibit 99: ‘”I’ll go straight there!”)

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“My sister, definitely. She is the best. She is indestructible in every way i swear! Gotta be the strongest person alive. She is also really cool. But hot. I mean explosive! Not that shes not hot, technically... she is my female version after all haha. And caring for me with great big sister love (*mumble*:even if i am like 5 minutes older), but dont spread that ;) Might harm her notoriety. I also look up to several of my tutors and many other people for many different reasons. People can be so many kinds of amazing.”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

“You can not expect me to label my interests in a world full of so many differently beautiful people with warm hearts.”

19. Do you go to school?

“Yes. Life. 24/7. Got less intense since i learned how to survive and sustain myself, and grew a strong body to back up my needs and will, but there are always new things to learn and lessons you never asked for too. I had some actual teachers along the way too, but lately mostly i just teach myself what i dont just encounter by diving into new things. Which is not only fun by the way, you are bound to learn a few things. Then there are books, theories, researching, digging, honing instincts and reflexes, combining and refining techniques or theories, trial and error... Life is a bottomless school “

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“Wow, wow, you mean like.. babies? Sweet Fade, i wouldnt dare breathe their way, they are so fragile... little young PEOPLE, persons who arrived so recently and understand so little and cant even tell whats up just cry and i cant understand them, i understand every language but i can not understand babies for my life and ... and... thats terrifying! And do you have any idea how EASY it is to kill someone? And then there is that small bundle of vulnerability, my proximity could be lethal to it! And .... *sigh*... sorry just... It all would depend on that special person i might find who would want to keep me for life, for better or worse, and if they wanted kids... even if babies, i would be on board. I would do anything for that special someone. Even learn baby care... Bigger kids, well, i already have :D . In good care. If any of them were to be taken under my constant and indirect care, would depend on a lot of things. Right now they are much safer otherwise.”

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

“Most certainly ;D.But none of them know much about me, of course. With that comes a transformation of those feelings”

22. What are you most afraid of?

‘Im not afraid of ANYTHING!” *eyes instantly betraying* “Fine, fine, gotta be loss. Ironic, isnt it, for i have but what is on my person. Replaceable come and goes. Im mostly afraid of losses that arent even really “mine”, but others. Loved ones or even barely known ones loosing their lives or their light. Loosing my sister, myself, my heart... that is all i am. The only thing i cannot live without is my heart, i AM my heart, and loosing pieces of it or have it broken or freezing through a hole... I hate how selfish that is. But yeah. There you go. I still tend to leave pieces of it everywhere, and it only grows with that, funny how that works, but it also tends to get wounded on every turn. I fear the numbing cold. I fear the day when i cant hold it together and go on anymore.”

(from “When you are away”)

23. What do you usually wear?

“What you see is my whole wardrobe, hahah. But i shift and change to blend in from the dirt of Orzammar’s dust town to the shining halls of Orlesian palaces. Its fun. What i like to wear mostly are well covering clothes, that allow a great scale of mobility, but not baggy to catch on things. Made of high quality materials only. My clothes MUST be of great quality materials, more for comfort than durability. Heightened overall senses arent always fun. Oh and for outer wear i like leather, especially dragonskin stuff for light armor, and long boots are the only footwear i acknowledge, some with high heels, and a matching pair of long gloves from soft fine leather are necessary too. Long coats from mostly leather and all the necessary leather straps and harnesses and pouches and belt too of course. If it counts, all my current favorite necklaces with magical pendants and bracelets are a constant wear too. It also doesnt hurt if my clothes look great. But fine materials tailored to my body and my needs usually bring that effect without further touches.”

(*his gear gotta let his smooth ass move*)

24. Do you love someone?

“I love all good people. ...and some others”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

"Bahahahhahaa now thats some blunt question! It deserves to be answered truthfully. I wish i could say when i was a baby, but truth is i think it happened a few times during the wilder rides of intense poison training with blood magic assistance, but im not really sure, i was barely conscious through those parts from pain and all kinds of nasty sensations, i came to my senses naked and tucked in after them. I never do extreme limit pushing training alone. There were also times when i was subject to some blood spells and experiments unwilling too. I have some suspicious blurry memories that i have made all sorts of messes. Egh. Lets move on to more fun questions”

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

“Perfect!”

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

“I live outside of such systems. But i took part in every class during my life, thanks to current families or goals.”

28. How many friends do you have?

“Plenty, but one cant have too many. Helping each other goes a long way. I tend to make some friends everywhere i go, but i have few close friends. The closest one is my sis’. She knows me more than i know myself, and she is always there for me, at any cost.”

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Pie? One of the most fun cakes. It was invented for throwing i swear!”

30. Favourite drink?

“Hmmmm... old, red wine, hot and seasoned, spiced with a nice kick of that special antivan poison blend. I dont recommend you trying it, but you dont know what you’re missing out.”

31. What’s your favourite place?

“Wherever i am welcome.”

(*one favorite place example. It is not Where, it is Who*)

32. Are you interested in someone?

“I am interested in everyone. Are you fishing for some special interest?”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

“Hahahha oh you never disappoint! Well, it was a long time ago when i last i wore a bra, back when i could still pull off the young girl appearance, to get in paces and so on. I always made sure to have a proportional but quite evident bosom. Oh it was such fun, my long hair helped too, and i dished out that act spot on! Like that time in Val Royeaux, when the heads i turned waltzing in as part of a rich antivan court were spinning all around in frantic search in the chaos, while i walked right out as a male servant. Oh sorry, i got distracted. You also asked about my “willy” if i recall correctly. If you would like to measure it so badly we can discuss that later ;) “

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

“Hmmm.... whichever promises more sunk treasures and secrets. Some lakes hide quite the surprises let me tell you.”

(’Looks like a perfect place for some diving..’)

35. What’s your type?

“My type of what, exactly, dear? ;)”

36. Any fetishes?

“I am very flexible in many ways, let me tell you, in case you are planning to bend me to your will. And if id have some suggestions, well, let it remain a little mystery for now ;p”

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

“Depends. What would you like me to be?”

38. Camping or indoors?

“Nothing beats a warm bed and a well secured resting place. Especially with my... condition, and experiences”

39. Are you wanting the interview to end?

“Are you kidding me? You have such awkward, uncomfortable questions... Let me get a new round of drinks for us and lets do this till morning!” “What do you mean new round... when did this cup of hot wine get here? It has my name on it??? What the... I better go i think.”

40. Now it’s over!

“What? Oh come on, we just got to some really “embarrassing” parts! Talking about “embarrassing”, would you like to hear the story of my encounter with this qounari dreadnought captain and ended up on board to Ostwick? Maybe you can tell me some stories yourself too in exchange..” *puppy eyes+shining grin combo* “Well, im not exactly in a hurry...” “Excellent!” *shifts closer and pours more wine*

I tag @quizzikemen @pelle-lavellan @hadiden-lavellan @sakurabunnie @elalavella @nipuni and everyone who wants to do it! For those who already did this consider this a tag for another OC! Gotta love them all :D (if you feel like doing it. I always feel like reading it)

#finally i got around to finish this post #soren lavellan #oc meme #dragon age inquisition #dual wield assassin #male lavellan #screenshots

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sleeplesspensieve · 6 years

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Remedy For Guilt - VI

Summary: The daughter of Bellatrix and Rodopholus Lestrange is offered the opportunity to teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after training as a Healer since her graduation. Her past haunts her and she relies on her old Potions teacher for help but what will happen when they get too close for comfort?

Rated: E for graphic sex scenes in later chapters. Over 18′s only please.

Word Count: 3730

Multichapter Fic (Expected to be around 30-35 chapters with a planned sequel which will take place during the Harry Potter Books)

Chapter Six – Halloween Treat

The weekend rolled around quicker than Lyra had expected. With it came the relief that she had completed her first week of teaching rather uneventfully and with the aid of the potion Professor Snape had brewed she had actually managed to sleep with no problems for the first time in years. She had hoped to run into Severus all week but she seemed to miss him every time. Her opportunity to thank him finally arose at lunch on Saturday.

“Professor Lestrange,” Professor Snape addressed Lyra as he took his place in the seat next to her in the Great Hall. She wasn’t used to such formalities, most of the other teachers still addressed her by her first name as most staff addressed each other except for when in front of students.

“Ah, Severus,” she said, “I haven’t seen you all week.”

“I’ve been busy,” he said, “I suspect the potion been working well.”

“Yes, it has,” she replied, “I haven’t slept this well for a while. Thanks so much.”

“I’ll have another ready for you soon, that bottle should last you the month.”

The conversation dropped off as they both began to eat their lunch. Instead of talking they merely just watched the students dine in the hall and wandered off to do their own thing. Lyra had committed herself to marking the homework she had assigned over the past week which she expected to take all week.

The following weeks at Hogwarts seemed to follow a similar pattern to her first. She would spend the week teaching, socialising with her colleagues at meals and finish up the weekend with marking assignments. Occasionally she would receive a letter from Draco who would tell her details of his mundane life as he attended a primary school and things that his parents were teaching him. She passed on her knowledge about counter curses, werewolves and doxies to her classes and everyone who attended seemed to enjoy her lesson plans. She hadn’t even needed to give anyone detention yet.

The days and weeks rolled on and soon enough it was October. Lyra finally had a weekend free from the obligation of marking homework but she had been assigned to supervise the third year students for their first trip to Hogsmeade. She was accompanied by Professor Snape and after checking everyone’s permission slips they lead the children on their way.

“So, how about that drink you owe me?” Lyra teased as they arrived at Hogsmeade. The third years began running off in different directions.

“I owe you?” Severus questioned, “Surely you owe me?”

She raised her eyebrows before agreeing and they headed to the Three Broomsticks together.

“We shouldn’t dwell together too long,” Severus suggested as he took a sip of his mulled wine, “The students might start rumours.”

“Rumours about what?” Lyra questioned. Snape raised an eyebrow in response and with that she understood what he meant. “We’re merely colleagues, Professor. Since when did you care about what others think?”

“I don’t,” he responded.

“Then there’s no reason to fret,” she said. “How have your classes been going?”

“Fine, and yourself?”

“Good,” she said. “I thought it would be a challenge but it seems to be going quite well.”

Lyra continued the conversation by asking for suggestions about the contents of her subject but Severus seemed to agree with most of her ideas. She had grown fond of spending time with him and found that it had become easier to talk to him about things, the two could carry a conversation much easily now, speaking as if they were old friends. She found it much easier to get along with Professor Snape than the other teachers, possibly due to their shared past or because he was closest in age despite him being 10 years her senior.

Their conversation went on as they finished their drinks and moved off to the main street of Hogsmeade so they would be easily accessed if the students needed them. They walked down High Street, observing the students amusement in Honeydukes and Zonko’s as they passed. Severus noticed that his companion’s face lit up as they approached the Music Shop. Lyra waved at the man who was standing near the shop window and he waved back.

“Do you mind if we go in?” she asked.

“Not at all,” he replied.

“Dominic!” Lyra shouted as she entered, bring the man into a warm embrace.

“Lyra!” he shouted merrily in return, “How have you been?”

“Good,” she beamed as they parted their hug, “This is my colleague Severus, he’s the Potions Master at Hogwarts.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Dominic said, extending a hand.

“Pleasure,” said Severus plainly as he accepted the handshake.

“Are you working at Hogwarts?” Dominic asked, “As the music teacher?”

“Oh, no,” she saids shaking her head, “Defence Against the Dark Arts but Filius has been trying to get me back into music.”

“Well, you were always very gifted,” he said, “You should play a bit for old times sake. I’ll jump on the piano and you can sing along.”

Lyra laughed, she seemed hesitant but soon enough, the two were performing a mellowed version of Celestina Warbeck’s You Stole My Cauldron But You Can't Have My Heart. (https://youtu.be/GLl4gYiTZy8) She had a smile plastered on her face the entire time as the shop began to fill with students off the street. Lyra danced with a few of them as she sung, she tried to drag Severus in at one point but he stayed rooted to the spot.

“Oh, you are just as talented as I remember!” Dominic said with a smile, “Do drop by if you have the chance.”

“Wow, Professor,” a student said, “You are amazing.”

Lyra laughed and thanked them. They exchanged goodbyes and Lyra was so giddy with excitement she collided into Severus’ arm as they exited the shop. She quickly readjusted herself and they continued their journey down High Street.

“I forgot how wonderful performing was,” she said, still smiling from the interaction.

“You are extremely talented, Lyra,” he said, “I’ve said it before, you should take up Flitwick’s offer.”

“Maybe,” she hummed.

“You should sing at the Founding Ball,” he said, “If you don’t talk to Filius yourself I’ll have to volunteer you.”

With a smile and a laugh she let the conversation die. Soon enough night had fallen and they rounded up the rest of the stragglers to escort them back to the castle. News of her performance spread quickly through the school and soon enough Filius was nagging her at dinner.

“A few students told me you were showing off at Maestro’s,” the Charms Professor said.

“Oh, really?” Lyra asked.

“You can’t say you’re out of practice,” Filius said, “You must perform at the Halloween Feast or even the ball.”

“Halloween is pretty soon,” she said.

“Don’t worry,” Severus said, “You’ll have plenty of practice between now and the Founding Ball.”

Lyra shot him a death glare whilst he simply smirked in return.

“That sounds wonderful, Lyra!” Professor Flitwick exclaimed, “I will lock you in as the first act and you can start practicing, it’s only a short set, about 30-60 minutes, as long as you want.”

Filius rambled about the event, telling her about the other performers, the Weird Sisters included. He also invited her to practice in the music rehearsal rooms whenever she had free time and even suggested songs. Filius was so engrossed in the conversation that the Great Hall was almost empty by time they finished their conversation.

Lyra’s lessons continued to progress with ease and Lyra took Filius up on his offer, spending her free time putting together a set for the ball. It seemed as though this year at Hogwarts would be rather normal but excitement filled the hallways as it drew closer to the Halloween Feast. It was a Wednesday and her classes seemed more distracted than ever, particularly the first years who had been hyped up by older students.

“Professor,” a muggle-born student called out, “Is it true that there’ll be ghosts performing at the feast tonight.”

“Yes,” she said tiredly, “I believe there’s a famous singing ghost who’ll be our entertainment for tonight.”

“Wow,” the student said.

More questions about the feast popped up.

“How about we leave it as a surprise?” she said, “If you feel the urge to lose 20 house points you can continue to ask questions about the feast.”

She received no more questions. Lyra had run out of the potion and didn’t want to bother Severus for more. As a result she had a significant lack of sleep over the past few days resulting in the reduction of her patience and overall mood as of late. She wasn’t even looking forward to the feast this evening despite it being her favourite event whilst she was in Hogwarts. Lyra had even prepared a festive dress but she couldn’t even bring herself to put it on prior to her classes, instead she had stuck to her usual plain black dress with a purple robe.

Her final class had ended and she returned to her quarters. After a quick shower Lyra decided to garner her holiday attire, she replaced her purple robe with a midnight blue one with an enchanted pattern that had bats fly up its length. She undid her hair that she usually kept up out of her face and put on some light make-up. It made her feel better put together and managed to cover up any evidence of her tiredness. Whilst still in the mirror she forced herself to wear a smile then headed off to the feast.

“You look awfully tired,” Severus pointed out as she took a seat. It frazzled her; she had put so much effort into looking somewhat presentable yet somehow he still noticed. “Have you run out of potion?”

She merely raised her eyebrows as a response. “I didn’t expect you to run out so quickly, my apologies,” the Potions Master explained, “I’ll brew you one after this.”

She nodded weakly in response and attempted to enjoy her time at the feast but she was much too tired. Towards the end of the feast during the musical performance Lyra struggled to keep herself awake. Severus noticed her slipping in and out of sleep, her head started to relax and she would jolt awake whenever she’d relax too much. Eventually Lyra fell asleep and Severus let her until he noticed her hand twitching, he had a bad feeling that she was going to start screaming at any moment. He nudged her awake and she woke with a startle.

“Come,” he said. “We should go now.”

Lyra scoped the room and everyone seemed absorbed in the performance so she followed him to his office.

“Why didn’t you tell me you ran out earlier?” he asked.

Lyra shrugged, slightly embarrassed. “I just didn’t want to bother you.”

“It’s more of a bother to have you having nightmares in the middle of a feast,” he said.

Lyra felt ashamed and couldn’t continue the conversation. The feeling stemmed from the embarrassment of having nightmares and also the need to rely on someone for help. All her life Lyra felt as if she was the only one she could depend on and needed, it was evident in her lack of long term friends. She had her Aunt and Uncle of course but she never wanted to put them out any more than they had already been.

The teachers made their way to the dungeons and the Potions Master quickly started working on the potion. She watched him work away and observed the ingredients.

“Is that a combination of the Draught of Peace and Sleep?” Lyra enquired.

“Yes,” he replied, “I like to call it the Draught of Peaceful Rest.”

She was impressed. She watched him closely, enchanted by the way he moved and controlled everything with complete ease. Lyra noted she should be taking note of what he was doing but she was just filled with admiration. Severus too absorbed in concentration to notice her attention, instead he worked in silence. A couple of hours passed, time she didn’t even notice slip away, and it was finally complete.

“Here,” he said passing her the bottle. “I’ve made excess which I’ll keep here so if you need any do not hesitate to ask.”

She took the bottle and nodded.

“I suggest you take some now so you’ll be ready for bed once you get back to your quarters,” he said. She took a sip. He rolled his eyes at her. “You really should measure it, no wonder you ran out.”

“I don’t want to go to bed yet,” she said.

“Well seeing as we missed out on the celebrations perhaps you would like to have a drink with me?” he asked. “Although, you’ll probably want to fall asleep soon.”

“A drink sounds nice,” she perked up, “I won’t stay for long.”

He nodded and walked towards the door opposite to the one they entered through. “I always wondered what was there,” she said as she followed behind him.

“Being Head of a House lends itself certain privileges,” he explained as she looked in awe around his room. There was several large glass windows similar to the one in the Slytherin Common Room which looked into the Black Lake. His living quarters was at least double the size of hers, she only had a single bed. Severus had a large four-poster king bed with velvet green drapings decorating the sides. He also had a small fireplace with two plush armchairs facing it, a small table sat between them. With a point of his wand he ignited the fire, immediately warming the room. Lyra took a seat, allowing herself to warm up.

“It’s no Malfoy Manor,” he continued, “Though, my family home couldn’t compare to this suite.”

“Still, it’s impressive,” she said, “No wonder I rarely see you out of here.”

He smiled then two glasses and a bottle of nettle, pouring them a drink each.

“I’m sorry I dragged you away from the celebrations,” she said.

“No matter,” Severus said, “Minerva is always more than willing to help when I need it.”

“She’s quite lovely as a person,” Lyra said as she took a deep sip from her glass. “It’s quite peculiar when you’re not a student.”

Severus smiled in amusement and they continued aimlessly speak for a while. They made their way quickly through the bottle and their conversation went deeper as their tongues loosened from the wine almost as if it had been spiked with Veritaserum. Their honest thoughts and feelings seemed to come spilling out.

“Do you hate me?” Severus asked. It was a question that had been on his mind since they had met at Malfoy Manor though it had plagued him for years prior to that moment.

“What gave you that impression?” Lyra asked confused. She thought that the past few months would’ve been a reflection of how she truly felt about him. She admired him and respected him as a talented wizard, colleague and now a friend. Though, as she spent more time with him he could feel the potential for more.

“I’m a traitor,” he said, “I left the service of the Dark Lord and came here, you pointed that out when you first arrived.”

Lyra shook her head, “I only said that to get under your skin, I know you only did what was necessary to survive, my uncle did the same. My mother would rather rot in Azkaban than reject her loyalty to the Dark Lord, that’s why I didn’t have parents.”

“I doubt it would’ve done you much good,” Severus responded.

“That’s what I think too,” she agreed, “I was better off with my Aunt and Uncle. My Aunt showed me love that I don’t think my mother would have been capable of showing.”

He nodded in agreement but he was still stewing in his thoughts, a few moments of silence passed before Severus broke it, “I’m the reason everyone knew your real name.”

She took a deep sigh and frowned at him before shaking her head, “They would have found out eventually.”

“I don’t think they would have,” he said. “It felt so awful when I said it, it was an honest mistake and I felt like I couldn’t apologise to you. You were my favourite student and you wouldn’t even speak to me, you couldn’t even look at me then I saw you turn to the Dark Arts and I was so afraid of what you would do.”

“It was lucky Dumbledore stopped me,” she said, “I don’t think I would’ve been able to come back from it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’m sorry as well,” she said, “I did hate you and I think it was justified but I don’t hold it against you. You were my favourite teacher as well, Sev.” With that she touched his arm affectionately and stared at his face. He looked as if he had slipped into his memories, despite his usual expressionless face Lyra deduced that whatever he was thinking about made him feel sad.

“Lily used to call me that,” he said once he finally came out of it. He recalled that she died 9 years ago to the day. He looked over to Lyra who was around the same age that Lily would’ve been and it pained him.

Lyra withdrew her hand, concerned that maybe she had said the wrong thing so she asked, “Would you prefer me not to?”

“No,” he said. It felt safe for her to say it, almost as if it belonged to her. “It’s ok.”

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” he said. “You probably should be going to bed.”

As soon as he said that she realised how heavy her eyes were and she fought to keep them open. “Just stay here for the night,” he invited.

“Ok,” she whispered as she slowly surrendered to sleep. “Thanks, Sev.”

When Lyra spoke that nickname again it brought up so many feelings, it felt as if they were bubbling in his chest fighting against his control to burst out. He felt sad as memories of Lily Evans played through his head, he loved her and his heart belonged to her, though the moment Lyra had said his name it felt as if she was tugging it away, away from his memories of Lily and into her hands. He felt scared, he was growing fond of Lyra and enjoyed having someone in his life that knew of his true past but didn’t hold it against him. He felt as though he was beginning to trust her and that was terrifying, he knew how easily someone could twist a relationship and he didn’t want that vulnerability. The thought of losing her crossed his mind and that’s when he knew his feelings were all too real.

He decided in that moment that he needed to put a stop to this quickly. The two needed to maintain a strictly professional relationship; he couldn’t let it develop any further. He looked over to her, watching her sleep peacefully and he felt that tug again. He pulled out his wand and cast a spell to levitate her onto his bed. He tucked her in, moving away a stray piece of hair and tucking it behind her ear. He dwelled for a moment longer, admiring her beauty whilst he could. She looked a lot like her mother; Lyra had the same thick dark hair as her and similar facial features though they were a lot softer.

Severus got up and transfigured the armchairs to become a single bed, thinking it would be too strange to sleep in the same bed with all these feelings bouncing around.

Morning came and Severus awoke first. Classes would start in about an hour. He got up, transfigured his chairs back and moved to wake Lyra. He gently roused her from her sleep by shaking her arm.

“Mmm,” she hummed and she drifted back to reality.

“Lyra, classes start in an hour,” he said.

“Oh shit,” she shot up in bed. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

“As long as you’re quick, Lestange,” he said, “I would like to shower as well.”

“Could always join me,” she teased as she sauntered towards the bathroom door. Inside was a large spa style bathtub with enough room to fit two people and a separate shower. The whole room looked significantly nicer than her own, it was comparable to the prefects bathroom.

She quickly showered, allowing Severus enough time to prepare himself. She quickly transfigured her cloak so it was a different colour before leaving, shouting her goodbyes as she went. She left the room quickly so she would make it in time but knew that a few Slytherin students had spotted her leaving the Potion Master’s office. She made it to her class in time with a few odd looks from her students.

Severus however was mulling things over in the shower. ‘Could always join me’ Lyra’s voice echoed in his head. The offer was tempting, how long had it been since he had felt the intimacy and comfort of a witch? Of course he had wanted to take it up but he couldn’t let that happen. ‘Had she always been such a tease?’ he asked himself. Yes, she had, he knew this. He could tell by the comments she make in passing, You should really consider taking me on a date first before tying me up. Had she done that before? He tried to dismiss the thought but it was difficult not to imagine her tied up in his bed. He tried to think back as to how she was in class and whether she had seemed so daring back then. He knew that she had quite a few friends, though none of them seemed particularly close. Though his memories drifted back to how her male classmates seemed to treat her, whenever a boy had her attention on her she would have him wrapped around her finger. He wanted her wrapped around her finger in the shower with him. He tried to shake the thoughts out, switching the water temperature to cold. ‘What are you thinking?’ he asked himself, ‘One night of drinking with a woman and you’re having these thoughts.’

#fanfiction #hogwarts #fanfic #Remedy For Guilt #lyra lestrange #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fandom #severus snape #oc x severus snape #severus snape imagine #original character #oc x snape #snape #RFG

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aadmelioraa · 6 years

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For your holiday prompts - Bellarke AU co-workers, secret santa, maybe enemies to friends to lovers? (Feel free to change it up if you want) Thanks Kat! ❤️😄🎄

Thanks for the prompt, Monisha! I changed things up just a bit because ever since this ask game I’ve been wanting to write a “whoops, I slept with my new boss” teacher Bellarke fic :)

Bellamy had to admit that it was pretty funny. First, he met (and slept with) the most beautiful, amazing woman he’d ever seen. Then, two days later, he started his new job and realized she was his boss. Finally, he drew her name in the Secret Santa raffle. It was just too perfect. Cruel, but perfect.

He had thought about trying to switch names with someone, but Murphy already had his suspicions about his relationship with Clarke and he didn’t want to give him more fuel for speculation.

They’d forgone any intimate contact since realizing their professional relationship to each other, though Bellamy couldn’t deny he’d thought about it fairly often. They hadn’t spoken of it, either, since the first day when they’d mutually acknowledged the awkwardness of the situation and resolved to keep their personal distance from each other. Technically, as Head Teacher, Clarke wasn’t his direct supervisor, since he answered right to Principal Jaha. But that technicality wouldn’t prevent widespread scandal if the truth got out.

Bellamy did, however, feel fairly confident that no one could tell that their relationship had ever been anything but professional. They had weekly staff meetings with the rest of the teachers, and no one but Murphy had ever made a snide comment. Murphy was surprisingly astute sometimes, but in this case he had nothing to go off of, so Bellamy tried not to worry about it.

The trouble now was the gift. Bellamy had to figure out what to get Clarke that wouldn’t make people think twice. Something impersonal would do the trick…easy enough. Unfortunately for the task at hand, Bellamy wasn’t exactly immune to her charms. He may or may not have thought about the relationship developing into something more in future, however unlikely that seemed. Truth be told, he spent a little too much time agonizing over what to buy her. In the end, he purchased a cashmere scarf—something nice, but not too personal. He did get the shade of blue that would match her eyes perfectly, but that went without saying.

The gifts were exchanged at the staff Christmas party, which was quite a festive occasion thanks to Monty’s homemade punch. It did appear Bellamy’s Secret Santa had neglected to follow through, but other than that he was having a fine time. He and Clarke were careful to great each other cooly, then spend the majority of the party on opposite sides of the room as though they’d never fucked in the backseat of his car. She accepted his gift with a graceful smile, and he tried not to blush at her pleased expression.

The food had started to run out, it was growing late, and most of the staff were drunk. Bellamy decided to skip the round of tipsy toasts and have one last drink in his classroom while he packed up for the holiday break.

He was nearly done when he heard a noise at his office door and glanced up from his seat at the desk. It was Clarke, leaning against the doorframe.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course!”

She approached the desk slowly, and he noticed she was wearing his gift. She had the scarf draped like a shawl over her shoulders, partially obscuring the stunning navy dress she’d worn to the party.

“I was a little chilly, so…” she adjusted the fabric.

“Glad you like it,” he replied, suddenly worried that they were about to be disturbed. “Good party, by the way.”

“Great party,” she corrected him, grinning slyly.

“Are you just here to gloat?” he teased, “I know that I saw we should have gone with a DJ, but the band was a nice touch. If I had known the budget we were working with—what’s that?”

Clarke had produced a small parcel from under her scarf. It was pretty clearly a book, wrapped in brown paper and tied up with a piece of red string. She smiled and handed it to him.

“Your Secret Santa gift.”

“It was you?” Bellamy asked. “I thought for sure it was Murphy and he just forgot, or something.”

“Nope, it was me.” Clarke took a seat on a desk in the front row. “Open it.”

Bellamy slowly untied the parcel, half watching Clarke while he did so. She honestly looked as if she was the one receiving a gift, her eyes lit up with childlike anticipation. He ripped back the paper to reveal a worn leather bound volume—Homer’s Odyssey.

“It’s the Pope translation,” Bellamy said in an awed tone. “Extremely rare, how did you find this?”

“I have my sources,” Clarke shrugged. “You like it?”

“I…yeah, of course I do. I love it.” He looked up at her in confusion. “How did you know?”

“Just had a hunch you might like it. You’re not as complicated as you think you are, Bellamy Blake.”

He laughed. “I guess I’m not. I…don’t know how to repay you for this, honestly.”

“Wow, you’ve really missed the whole point of this whole gift giving thing.”

“I mean, all I got you was a lousy scarf—”

“Lovely scarf,” Clarke interjected.

“Sure, but at the end of the day it’s a scarf. This is…incredible.”

“Well, I do pride myself on my gift giving skills.” Clarke stood up and took a step towards him.

Bellamy swallowed and leaned back in his chair. He wasn’t sure exactly where this was going.

Clarke raised an eyebrow. “I take it you haven’t heard the news?”

“You mean about Murphy and Emori? I thought it was more common knowledge than news at this point.”

Clarke pursed her lips and took a step nearer. “Not that. My news.”

Bellamy shook his head. “No, sorry, I haven’t heard.”

“I’ve been given a promotion to Vice Principal at Arcadia High downtown,” she replied, moving to his side and leaning back against his desk.

“Wow, that’s amazing, Clarke!” Bellamy replied, nervously playing with his tie. “Congratulations.”

She smiled, but he had the sense there was still something she wasn’t telling him. “Thanks.”

“When do you start?”

“Well, it was supposed to be next year, but the current vice principal is leaving earlier than expected, so I’ll be transferring in January.”

Bellamy felt his face fall, but he didn’t bother trying to hide his disappointment. “Well, you’ll be missed here, that’s for sure.”

Clarke nodded. “I’ll miss it here, too.” She paused, tapping her fingers against the underside of the desk. “You know, I’ll be in a separate district there, so hypothetically if I wanted to see someone from another school, there would be no reason I couldn’t.”

Bellamy’s heart leapt in his chest. He stared at her, still not quite sure he’d gotten her intended meaning.

Clarke rolled her eyes. “I keep forgetting you teach history, not logic. I’ll spell it out for you. Any chance we could go on a real date sometime?”

In lieu of a verbal answer, Bellamy jumped from his chair and wrapped his arms round her, capturing her in a passionate kiss. Clarke laughed as he boosted her onto the desk and ran a hand down her back, kissing her all the while.

After a moment, he pulled back and caught his breath. Clarke was smiling, her hands still tangled in his hair.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she grinned.

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screw1nthetuna · 4 years

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From a childhood fascination to Assassins Creed to an A-Level in Egyptolgy?

I cast my mind back to Primary School where we had a trip to the History Museum in London. At the time we were learning about the Greeks and the Egyptians, but it was the latter that took a hold of me and still does to this day.

At the time of the visit, I remember peering through the protective glass at a mummy, perfectly preserved within it’s coffin casing and surround by items belonging to the individual. Gold, pottery, many items, engraved with amazing hieroglyphs.

Further down the aisle were information slabs about the Pyramids of Giza, I cannot remember the exact number of stones used in the Pyramids at the time of reading it, but it was enough to make me realise these were big monuments for sure. It was at this moment, I realised I had a fascination for Ancient Egypt.

FAST FORWARD TO 2017

With me being a big conspiracy theorist (I like to call it ‘alternative realities’), I was watching a lot of late night YouTube videos, taking me into some great documentaries on the secrets of the Pyramids, looking into the astrology and maths around these amazing structures. I started remembering my school trips, which led me to start wanting to know more again about Egypt and why I loved it so much throughout my life. It’s strange sometimes in life it goes so fast, we forget to be curious and take time out to explore and learn more.

So I got this book ‘ A History of Ancient Egypt: From the First Farmers to the Great Pyramid ‘ by John Romer (now an inspiration to me, which we will go on to in a moment) - here is the link to the book if anyone fancies purchasing! https://www.amazon.co.uk/History-Ancient-Egypt-Farmers-Pyramid/dp/0141399716

The book took me back to way before the Pyramids were built and right down to the agricultural beginnings of what was essentially Ancient times. in fact I still have not finished reading the book yet after 3 years. I was about a third of the way through the book, I remember closing it and staring at the front with the thought “Why on Earth have I not gone to see the Pyramids yet?”. This came at a time personally where I had some very hard and difficult things going on in my life that I tried my best to deal with, but it inspired me to think that we sometimes take time for granted and we should do things when we have the chance to. So, me being me, within an hour of thinking that, I booked a flight and hotel for that November in 2017.

In October, when I booked the ‘holiday’, I was recovering from a fractured arm ( football related) to which I started coming back to playing again with my pals on Wednesday nights in Guildford. The problem I have had since I was 17, I am very injury prone, it is like my key trait if I was ever made as a player on FIFA games! The week I came back, I ruptured my ankle ligament (I think for about the 6th time in my highly amateur career). It was safe to say, this one was going to take a LONG time to heal, the swelling and pain was quite simply horrible.

Whilst waiting for my X-Ray, I quickly thought “Uh... I am supposed to be going to Egypt in two weeks”. Then my mind went into meltdown, I had the whole trip planned - Luxor, Abu Simbel, Aswan, Cairo, the lot! Intricate detail, full itinerary to the hour marks. I looked at my ankle and started trying to use mind powers to reduce the swelling, no help.

Anyway, two weeks passed and I found myself at Heathrow. Strange situation, I was on crutches wondering what am I doing going on a plane like this, with my ankle like that. It got more interesting when I was bypassing the big usual queues for check-in etc. by someone kindly pushing me on a wheelchair!

After several hours, I arrived in Cairo Airport, except I forgot to get a Visa....

An hour of talking and filling out forms with the Airport team took place and I was finally on my way... except the hopper bus had left 45 mins prior, so actually I was going nowhere, other than hopping around on my own in an empty airport lounge. It was about 1am at this point, pretty tired. After some haggling with a taxi company I was back on track.

Arriving at La Pyramids Hotel (amazing by the way) around 3am, I was delightfully informed that although I am booked in on this day, technically the room is not available. Sofa in the concierge it is then! I tried to sleep, it was impossible, so many people coming and going. It got to about 6am, I realised it was getting lighter outside, so I got my crutches and thought, I am going for a wonder. I did not get far outside the hotel, but I got far enough to experience something visually amazing. There was a strange mist in the sky, perhaps elements of humidity I do not know. When you see the images of your hotel online, they don’t always feel or look the same when you are actually there, but this time for me, it was 100 times better than the images, I was given something very special to see. Slowly, a silhouette appeared in the distance. In my head I was like “No way are they that close”. The triangle shape got darker as the light improved in the sky. It was time to be introduced to the only existing Wonder left in the World.

I think I stood there for about an hour trying to comprehend the fact that I was actually here, looking at them, with my own eyes. It would not be until the Friday of that week that I would go and actually see them, seeing as my original plan was for me to be at the South of the Nile 7 hours drive away by now, but cancelled due to my injury.

I had to wait patiently all week, staring at the Great Pyramid of Giza from the poolside (Amazing to be able to do that so easily by the way). It would take me 45 minutes to get from my hotel room to the pool, very frustrating, but worth the view (although highly annoying when I would get all the way to the pool and realise I left my music in the room and have to hop back up and return again!).

When Friday came, it was incredible. To be right by the Pyramids, the Sphinx, climbing some of the stones, that have sat there for thousands of years, it is so surreal. The camel ride in the distance, looking back at the Pyramids, your mind can only wonder what these amazing desert lands once looked like, so much is still to be found.

Yes, my journey in Egypt was short, it was reduced in terms of the itinerary, but no one can take away my experience of the Pyramids, the people I met at the hotel, both guests and staff, as well as taking home with me some great items and gifts for others, but more importantly it gave me a massive ambition to return and do it properly again.

FAST FORWARD TO 2020

In January 2020, I obtained a copy of Assasins Creed Origins, it had already been out a few years, but I love the series of games and had to play this one as it was based in Egypt. I found myself climbing the Pyramids, meeting rulers of yesteryear and jumping off of mountains overlooking Siwa and the other Ancient Lands. I started participating in the in-game tours, really cool way to learn about the history of Egypt and take time out from assassinating for a bit.

It was actually this game that helped me learn more and then encouraged me to look into perhaps trying to take this to another level and really learn about Ancient Egypt. I enrolled on a Level 3 Egyptology Diploma. 2011 was when I graduated from University, so it has been a while since having to research a topic and deliver citations etc.

I think when you have a subject you are passionate about, it becomes easier, I found myself flying through modules, amazingly getting 97+% Distinction levels on my first few assignments. I was really impressing myself, I knew I loved the concept and what I was learning about Ancient Egypt, but never envisioned myself smashing it! It was starting to get nerve wracking each time I pressed the submit button on the assignments completion. However, each time the results would come in at high levels, 94%,97%, 100% etc. I realised very quickly that not just with the help of books, but the love I have for Egypt and it’s history is what has allowed me to have passion in this and get great results. I was really really enjoying it. Covering topics of each ruler, every dynasty, racial comments, comparisons of different periodic language, religion, architecture and even the variant opinions of modern historians and their theories and thoughts, whether it be the Greek historians of the early AD periods, or modern Victorian Egyptolgist’s thoughts, it was all amazing to piece together and also make my own conclusions.

My final result came in two weeks after submitting my final assignment, I was officially credited with a Level 3 Egyptology Diploma and Certificate to stick on the wall. I know I will do a degree in Egyptology for sure after this and take it to the next level, hopefully get involved with some digs too, but first I need to finish my Astronomy Level 3 and Mayan/Sumerian Level 3 then I am sure I will continue my Egypt quest..

I now think back, if I had not gone on that trip, which I have to thank my teacher at the time for organising really, or to have read that book by John Romer, which was so detailed and passionately documented, I perhaps would never have gone down any of this path. Generally, I was inspired along the whole way and given something very special from it. My next step is to help fight for Egpyt to get their prized artifacts back home where they belong, for centuries they have been in Museums around the World.

My reward to myself..... Egypt, October 2020. The Full Journey. (This time I won’t play football leading up to it).

Let’s catch up in November and see how it went!

REMEMBER

If you have a dream, or want to learn something, go for it, no matter your age or your level of experience or knowledge, life is for learning and you have more than enough ability to achieve what you want to achieve.

“Be curious” - Stephen Hawking

All the best,

Si Buckingham

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angio-seraphim-blog · 5 years

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Love and Hate Relationship

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It was the Christmas Eve of the year 2013 when my sister received a lot of books and novels from her boyfriend because every year, she wishes for books as gifts rather than any other things. I was twelve years old at that time that’s why I can still clearly remember the tears of joy streaming down her face. She always receives love letters and poems from her boyfriend. Also, my sister prefers reading than watching television or movies. Every time I see her in her room, it's either she's reading or she's writing. That's why when she joined several scriptwriting contests at Holy Angel University when she was in high school, she always gets the first place. As her younger sibling, I witnessed how passionate she was whenever she creates stories. For that, I am very proud of her.

I've always wanted to be like her because she is my idol. I've always wanted to be like her because she is talented and creative. I've always wanted to be like her because she is amazing and I will be forever grateful that she became my sister. Even though I always tried hard to imitate her, that does not mean that I am jealous or envious of her. I just simply admire her and her craft. But as much as I want to be like her, I can never hide the fact that we are totally different. She excels here while I excel there. Our interests are not the same too that's why her craft and my craft are different from each other.

Then, one night, I had a difficulty falling asleep that's why I tried looking if my sister is already asleep. When I opened the door of her room, luckily, she is not yet sleeping. I told her why I came and she warmly welcomed me and told me to just sleep with her that night. Then, I asked her why she loves reading and writing so much. She told me that she finds happiness whenever she reads and writes. She escapes reality and enters an entirely different world through the words of the authors. She also said that she is able to stop time whenever she unravels the stories made by the intelligent minds. Then, I was like, "Wow! So that's how it feels!”.

After that, our conversation became much more serious because she asked me why I don't continue reading the books that she owns, because I borrow them oftentimes then after just an hour or so, I already return them to her. I said that most of the time, I just get sleepy and bored whenever I read, and when it comes to writing, I am easily irritated when I cannot organize my thoughts well during the process of writing. She laughed a little after hearing my answer and we decided to sleep already.

Because of that, I realized that maybe reading novels/books or writing (in a creative way) is not really meant for a person like me. However, I still like the idea of the two of them but I just don’t have the will to do them always. But, at the back of my mind, I really want to involve myself, especially in writing, maybe because of the influence of my sister too. Due to that, I looked for ways on how I can be motivated when it comes to writing.

Then, I had the opportunity to write. I tried joining the screening for young journalists in our school. Yes, it did not involve creative writing because it was more on the technical or formal writing but I still did my best because I don’t want to let go of the chance. After few days, the results were posted and luckily, I qualified to be one of the students who will represent the school in the practices, I exerted a lot of effort because I have so much to study for it was my first time joining a contest that involves writing. Then, on the day of the competition, I performed well that’s why I won the first place, and for that, I prepared again for the Divisions Schools Press Conference.

While I was preparing for my next competition, I involved myself in reading newspapers every day to keep myself updated to the current news. Then, there comes the day of the competition. At first, I was very afraid because compared to the District Meet, in the Divisions Schools Press Conference, there were more competitors who came from other schools. I was very nervous but my family and friends became my inspiration. They were rooting for me at all times, and I cannot afford to disappoint them. But sadly, I was not qualified to participate in the Regional Schools Press Conference because I got the fourth place and to join the Regional, I must be in the third place. It made me unhappy but I easily accepted defeat because my sister said that it was a competition after all. Some will win and some will lose, but even if I did not win, I am still a winner because I was able to showcase my capabilities in writing news.

After that experience, I already focused on my entrance test in Holy Angel University because I planned to get a scholarship. Then, after more than a month, I saw that my name was posted on the bulletin board of the University because I’ve been included in the honor’s class list (top 45 students who will receive a scholarship). Because of that, I planned to study really hard to maintain having good grades to get a scholarship again for the next school year.

During my first school year in Holy Angel, I forgot about writing again because I focused more on being a student council. Since I also have the passion of being a leader and serving my fellow students, I continued to be a student council until I reach grade 10 because I am always given the chance to win the elections. Also, I focused on my studies and because of that, I was able to maintain my scholarship. But another reason why I did not pursued journalism anymore was because I felt that I’ve lost my ability to write. Moreover, I realized that I am really not that good in writing because students who write for the University’s newspaper are very talented and not to be pessimistic, I know in my mind that I can never be at their level. Also, I’ve lost my fighting spirit because I don’t want to try the screenings anymore since I don’t want to be embarrassed.

However, I had no regrets because even if I was not able to continue writing, at least, I involved myself into something that I really enjoyed a lot, and that is being a student council. Because of that, I made a lot of friends and had the opportunity to experience leadership trainings.

Then, when I was about to decide what strand will I take in Senior High School, I really reflected if my decision was right. I was very certain that I want the Humanities and Social Sciences strand because I want to take Psychology in college. However, I am aware that in the HUMSS strand, there will be a lot of writing activities and I am sure that it will be tough for me. But despite of that, I still continued enrolling in HUMSS strand. My first year in Senior High School was very tiring. Most of the time, I devote my energy in studying and I was not able to do things that I really like. During those days, I was still involved in writing but I only write research papers and not creative works like poems, short stories, and the like. Now, I am already a grade 12 student and honestly, I was shocked and rattled during the first quarter of this school year. That is because I became more exposed to creative writing wherein it really forced me to go beyond my comfort zone. I know that if I will look at it as a burden, I will not be able to grow that’s why little by little, I try so hard to improve my writing skills. And luckily, I’ve encountered teachers who are willing to help a student when it comes to writing. They teach us techniques about how to write creatively and they motivate us to always think that we can do it. Because of those teachers, I became more willing to write for they inspire students to always improve.

As of the moment, I view my relationship with writing as a “love and hate” relationship because I’ve always wanted to write but I hate the fact that I cannot write good ones. Now, I am still in the process of loving writing again. I am fascinated with good works, especially fictional works and I aspire to be a good writer too. Even though I am a frustrated writer as of the moment, I always believe that I am a work in progress and that I can do anything if I will put my mind to it.

#CreativeWriting

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safetyfirstforgirls · 6 years

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Nada: The Woman Who Persevered Through Life

My dearest ladies,

I'm writing you for the first time and for the beginning I just wanted to tell you a story. The story about a very special woman. She gave me life, she taught me life and she is the reason why I’m the person I’m today. This is her story…

It happened 50 years ago in a small village called Balte, a young baby girl with beautiful brown hair and brown eyes was born. She did not know at the time what life prepared for her. She did not know how difficult it was to be a girl in a community she lived in. She did not know and she certainly did not expect that. Her name was Nada.

At the time she was two months old, her father abandoned her and her mother. Her mother was a great woman, but weak. She could not live there anymore. She was mistreated by her husband and living alone with a small child was not something easy in that part of the world. So she ran away to a far land and left Nada behind. She spent her childhood with her relatives that could not have a child, so they gave her everything and they were the only once that really loved her. They took her as their own and so allowed her to go to school. Nada was the best student in school, favorite among friends, but her success was only appreciated by her relatives. There was one situation where her teacher asked for the address of her father and he wrote him a letter. She never knew what was written in the letter, she only knew what professor told her that he would love to meet a father of such a special young girl. Her father never came to school, he never met her friends nor her teachers. He never appreciated anything that she had done. The next thing that happened, her father came to visit her and yelled at her, blaming her for the letter professor wrote. He claimed it was her fault that the professor wrote him a letter, he was sure she was complaining to him which was of course not the case. She tried to convince him that it was not her fault by crying and begging but he did not believe her. The only comfort she ever found was in the long sleepless nights full of pain and tears. She had to move and live with her father so she can attend high school. It was the hardest thing to do and abandon her amazing relatives.

During her time at her father’s house he again received a letter from several people that were worried about Nada. They asked him why does he pay so less attention on her, why did not he ever took her on vocation like he did the other daughter he had with Nada’s stepmother, and thousands more whys? He again blames her for everything.The only gift or thing he ever gave her was a training suit for sport class she had in school. Her mother on the other side gave her everything she could. She bought her clothes, took her on vocations and many other things. She wanted redemption for what she did to her by abandoning her. Nada’s mother had a new husband and he was really possessive, alcohol addicted and very difficult. Even though Nada begged her to leave him and to come back with her she could not do it. She could not confront the people and herself by admitting she made another mistake, so she stayed with him.

Four years ago she came here with him on vocation and she unexpectedly passed away at Nada’s house. So now, the first time ever she rests here near Nada, and that was the only thing that have Nada comfort in such a painful situation.

Nada cried so many nights and she never forgot her difficult life path, but she always loved her parents and she forgave them everything they did. All those things that happened in her life left a deep trace on her soul. She was a believer, she prayed for everything to be better and it did. Faith helped her survive. Today she still has a constant need to prove herself and to be good to everyone so they do not reject her. She got used to carry all difficult situations by herself but now she has someone, she has a family. The life taught her to be a fighter for the family, for the business world, for everything she wanted.

Unbelievable strength and desire for family union made her a fighter and believer and the result is today’s harmony in her own family, something she never had before.

Why Tell This Story? I wanted to tell you a real story of a real fight. It was my mother’s fight and I could write a whole book about all the things she went through, and this is only small part I wanted to share with you. She is an example for me and it should be for you too. Every time I realize how difficult it is for a woman to be part of this society I remember her and the time when it was even harder so I keep fighting to make it a better place for my children. It is unrealistic to think that everything will be solved in a short period of time, but we should keep fighting for a long term, for a future. I believe in us, do you not?

Special thanks to Stefani Marjanovic, on behalf of UN Volunteers.

About Stefani:

Stefani Marjanovic, 24, lives in a small town in Bosnia and Herzegovina. She has studied International Law at the American University in Bosnia and this year is starting her Masters in Human Rights and Environmental Protection. IN HER OWN WORDS: " I lived outside my country few years, I also went on several exchange programs so I could say I’m very intercultural. I have seen many things, sometimes good, sometimes disappointing but it was after all a big lesson to learn. Thanks to a free summer and good will, I decided to be part of this amazing blog and to help and teach young women how to fight, how to grow, how to enrich themselves and become what they always dreamed of. I always wanted to help and was always eager about justice so I think I am exactly where I am supposed to be."

http://www.safetyfirstforgirls.org/2014/08/nada-woman-who-persevered-through-life.html

#equality #gender equality #SAFIGI SafetyFirstforGirls EmpowerWomen #SAFIGI #feminism #girls #safety #child safety

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theamazinguchihabruhs · 7 years

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Bang Crush part 5 (Final)

Also read: part 1 , part 2, part 3 part 4

“Professor Sunray?” I looked up questionable at the teacher climbing on the lower bookshelves in order to reach the top. He turned his head and for a moment he thought he was on the ground. He lowered his head and smiled.

“Hey, Sasuke!” He made a salute gesture with one hand, it caused him to almost lose balance. He quickly held back on the wood before exhaling relieved.

“What are you doing, professor?” I asked.

“Exercising.” He turned his head back to face me,” What do you think I am doing in a library.”

“I didn’t know you could read,” I muttered.

“No, I got my Ph.D. sucking dick, but I don’t expect you to put one and one together and figure out I was being sarcastic. That level of maths seems to be above you.”

“Itai~” I felt an imaginary brick fall on my head. No, scrap that, I felt an imaginary wall fall on me. “So, you are good at sucking. I am happy for you.”

“Really…Now you are suddenly a genius with words?” Nardo looked at me,”I used to have a friend, he made quick comebacks, just like you.”

“What happened to him?” I asked, but my words got ignored. I was pretty sure he heard me because he responded to my muttering so his ears weren’t going bad.

“There it is.” He grabbed a book from the top and had to pull pretty hard to get it out. With one strong jerk, he grabbed the book. “Owh no!” his movement caused him to lose balance and he tried to regain it, but the fell backward. He screamed but I managed to catch him.

He looked at me almost shocked, but then he smiled again.

“Kohai noticed me!” He said and burst out laughing. I shook my head and let him go.

“How the…” He looked from the bookshelf back to me.

“I am stronger than I look,” I said, scratching my cheek.

“What workout do you follow?” He asked, pretty seriously. Though the only image in my head was me dragging Madara drunk body over the doorstep. Getting him up the stairs actually was a good workout.

“Owh, I don’t like that look on your face. I think a sad childhood story is coming.”

“It’s more like Saturday night,” I laughed.

“Thank you for catching me.” He said before looking at the book in his hand. His expression changed slightly.

“Wrong book?” I asked.

“Since ur this strong, can I ask for a boost or would that be inappropriate?”

“Yes, ‘that’ would be inappropriate.” I shook my head, “Of course I can lift you up, but I can also grab you a stable ladder. Which is, right there” I pointed at the ladder with wheels under it. “If you hadn’t seen that before.”

“That has been an eye-opener for me.” He scratched his cheek nervously, “so are you here to study?”

“I came to return this,” I said, holding a small plastic bag with his shirt.

“Owh, my shirt, right.” He said as I handed him the bag, though now the people who were already present watching us, now had these ‘Oh my God’ eyes. Nardo looked up and seemed to notice.

“Why am I being so loud, damn!” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Bit out of context,” I admitted. My head felt warm, “I washed it.” I added.

“How nice of you. Do you happen to still have my tie?” He asked.

“Isn’t it in the bag?” I looked in the bag, of course, it wasn’t there, it’s in my room for God’s sake. I left it there on purpose, of course. “Owh, I probably forgot to take it out of the dryer,” I said looking thoughtfully. “And tomorrow is the weekend. Hnn I have soo~ much studying to do.” I tapped my finger against my chin and turned my head around,” So much chemistry…” I muttered, knowing he heard me damn well. “Well, if you have an address, I can deliver it to you first thing tomorrow. I know how important that orange tie is to you.”

“That would be a lot of trouble for you, won’t it?” He asked sympathetically. I could see the nice-guy taking over. He is probably going to tell me that I can keep it or just bring it another time if I remember, but I couldn’t have him do that. He has to give me his address, or hotel whatever!

“No, it is my fault for forgetting it. It is just that, it takes me so long to understand chemistry with my current teacher. I mean..I understand everything you are saying because you make it sound so easy…But my current teacher, well..He gives migraines.” I looked at him.

“Why not swing by my hotel room, I can tutor you.”

“Would you do that?” I asked, “Won’t it be a drag for you?”

“Before I became a professor, I taught kids in high schools. I love being a teacher.” He put his hand on my shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. A devilish smirk appeared on my face, before putting up my innocent face. He gave me his address.

“You are awesome, professor Sunray,” I said and used this as an excuse to hug him. I could hear him chuckle as he patted my head. He was about to say something, but then he suddenly let go,” Can you students stop giving me that perverted look!” The students turned their heads back to their books and studies. Except for this one woman, who gave a check sign with her hand towards mr. Sunray who gave her an unbelievable look.

”Ship it.” She said.

“You go to the lab,” Nardo said, his eyes still fixated on the woman. He gave her a strange look while he gave me a slight push towards the right direction.

I walked towards the lab and I could see Sakura and Suigetsu wait for me. I walked towards them before nodding.

“No waayyy~” Sakura looked amazed, “how?”

“Tie,” I said, “And I will tie him up with that same tie.” I satisfied and rather creepy look appeared in my eyes.

“Wow, I might actually be a little turned on right now.” Suigetsu joked, “At least once a week you look bangable.”

“Thank you,” I said, as I ran my hand through my hair.

“So what are you going to wear?” Sakura asked as she walked in the lab while we followed her.

“I think I will just grab an outfit from Izuna-”

“I meant under,” She had this perverted look for a mere second, “Didn’t you own some sexy undies?”

“I do..But I don’t know how to wear them.” I said, “Besides, I got them as jokes. Suigetsu bought one of them!” I pointed at him accusingly.

“Everybody laughed. It was a great gift. Also useful now, ain’t it?” Suigetsu asked.

“….I never put it on. It is like this black rope all around you..I don’t know how to get in there.” I frowned, “maybe I should ask Izuna?”

“Or maybe you should order something very sexy.” Sakura seemed awfully amused.

“He said he liked being a teacher. Now that I think about it-”

“Sexy schoolgirl uniform! Amazing idea,” Suigetsu said.

“I was going to say white shirt with a tie and black pants.” I said, “I can put my glasses on.”

“Boring! Schoolgirl uniform was better.” Suigetsu said.

“I am with him,” Sakura commented.

“Wait fuck…Tomorrow is Saturday.” I frowned, “I promised Itachi’s boyfriend to be at home base.”

“Why?”

“Because they have a sweet ass shooting range and I could use it if I was going to help him demonstrate a few techniques for these newbies.” I threw my head back, and groaned, “I will be all sweaty and how weird would be if I brought sexy underwear with me.”

“Can’t you cancel? This is bang crush,” Sakura said.

“I know…But it would be too suspicious.”

“No, no, this is actually good. What is hotter than this fella sweating in shorts.” Suigetsu said pointing at me with his thumb, “ Sweaty Sasuke in short army pants, fishnet stockings, boots and a black tank top. Even I would turn gay.”

“Turn gay or are gay.” Sakura jokes.

“I am not sure about you, but when I sweat..I stink.”

“Don’t sweat, just be wet,” Sakura said.

“It is like 3 degrees celsius outside,” I folded my arms.

“For bang crush!” They both said.

“For bang crush!” I clenched a fist, speaking about bang crush. Seems he just arrived. I looked up and at that very moment the only thing on my mind was that I was going to bang him..I was going to bang him hard. I couldn’t surpass that smile on my face. I was so close.

“Hey, blondie, will you pay some attention?” Nardo snapped his fingers, “Yes, I can say that I am blond too.”

I turned my head to the seat next to the window, where Naruto was sitting. I saw him give this arrogant and annoyed look to Nardo. I didn’t know his kind face could even make that look.

“Am I talking to the walls or something?” Nardo asked.

“Pretty sure you were talking to Uchiha over there.” He rolled his eyes from Nardo to me. I narrowed my eyes.

“Is that so? Because it appears to me you are the one who is daydreaming.” He indicated with his head towards me. Daydreaming or planning my death? I guess the second one was more realistic. Naruto looked away and he frowned slightly.

“Owwh, do the two lovers have to sort some fight out?!” Ino said loudly.

“Pff…As if.” I leaned my head on my hand and rolled my eyes, automatically exhaling. I questioned myself what it was about Naruto that actually had made me like him. It certainly wasn’t this behavior. If he could just back off.

“Wait, hold on a sec. Dattebayo!” I turned my head to Naruto, uninterested. “Really, fucking kidding me, this is coming from the same fucked up guy that begged me to fuck him after like..Two light beers.”

My eyes widened. I have done a bunch of humiliating shit in my life, but this was by far the worst. I heard a few classmates whistling and ‘ow-ing’. All I could feel was the heartbreak in my heart and the shame. I could feel my eyes burn from the tears appearing in them. A part of me wanted to stand up and just get the fuck away from this fucking lab, this fucking class, and that fucking Naruto. It was the wisest thing to do before I would do something I regret. This was the mature way to go, even though I was furious.

I got up and I grabbed my bag from the ground, heading for the door.

“Right, because that is what you are good at. Walking away.” Naruto said.

I remained standing not even two steps away from my seat. Yes…Today WASN’T the day I was going to do the mature thing. I threw my bag on the ground. I was going to slaughter him. I shouldn’t be the only one suffering. He should! I wanted to hit him, punch him in his pretty blue eyes, break his nose, break his bones!

“You fucker!” I shouted at Naruto while Suigetsu tried to push me back, and I didn’t mean to hurt him when my body moved on its own and kicked him in the kneecap, landing him on the ground.

“Calm down!” I got grabbed from behind and no it wasn’t some brave guy who figured he was strong enough to hold me back from severely injuring Naruto. It was Haruno fucking Sakura. I wanted to roll her over my shoulder, so she would let go of me, but she was a step ahead of me. Not sure if she predicted my move, or learned what I was capable of during Military camp. Either way, she did the right thing to stop me from going to jail for assault or even murder at this point. Which was throwing my body over the table and onto the ground. I was too angry to even think clearly of how to soften my landing. As I slid over the table I fell right on the ground, I could only remember hearing the loud sound of my head hitting the ground and the immense headache that followed. I felt my body get raised from the ground, held into somebody’s arms. I opened my eyes half, hearing the professor shout my name a couple of times. Was he scolding me? His voice was getting vague, my vision was blurred and turned black.

Oxoxxoxoxoxoxo

I was standing in the corner of a white room. For the most part, it was empty except for the mattress on the ground. I turned around and saw a door, with a small window in it. I tried opening it, but it was locked. I looked through the window inside a hallway. It seemed familiar like I have been there before, but this room..I couldn’t tell where I knew it from. I turned myself around and blinked twice seeing suddenly somebody sitting in the corner of the room. Long hair, covering the face, one big white shirt that reached the person’s knees. I could hear a repeating ‘bonk’ from the head hitting the wall at the same pace as a second from a clock.

“Hey….” I didn’t approach the person right away, “where are we?” I asked. The stranger started whispering and I frowned. I got closer until and kneeled down. It was then I could tell the person was a woman.

“What did you say?” I asked, “speak up.” I added as my hand reached for the hair fallen all over her face. I shoved it aside, it felt familiar. Too familiar. The moment I could see the eyes..Those eyes…That crazy look. I knew right away who she was. “Mom,” I said. She didn’t respond, she was hugging her knees, tighter, hitting her head harder against the wall.

“No, no, mom, don’t.” I put my hand between her head and the wall, “don’t, don’t, stop!” I grabbed her face so she was forced to look at me and stop hurting herself. “Mom, it is me. I am your little boy.” I stroked her cheeks, they were wet. Her eyes looked around, searching for something. She was muttering something, but I couldn’t tell what she was saying.

“Mommy,” I whispered. Seeing her like this…No wonder Itachi-nii never allowed me to come near the…Mental institute… I looked around me. “No….No…,” I whispered. I turned my head to the door. I got pushed to the ground and I looked up meeting her eyes.

“Die! Die! Die!” Her hands were wrapped around my throat, putting all her weight on it. I gasped for air holding her wrists. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t breathe! I pushed her off and gasped for air.

“No. Not again!” I was panting as I rolled on my side, tilting myself up from the ground. She was standing next to the door. “NOT AGAIN!” I screamed. “I can’t take it…I can’t take this ANYMORE!” I walked backward until my back hit the wall. I slit to the ground and hugged my legs tightly. I wanted to cry, I was crying, but tears weren’t rolling down my cheeks. Nothing was. The pressure in my heart didn’t get lighter. “Just kill me…Just fucking kill me already.” I whimpered as I looked up to meet her eyes, “I can’t do this…I can’t.” I hit the back of my head against the wall. I couldn’t take this pain, this sorrow, this guilt.

The door got smacked open and two guys dressed in white appeared in the room.

“Told you he was going to crack.”

“He is weak”

“Useless”

“Fucked-up.” They both grabbed me on each arm and I looked down at my wrists, I was handcuffed…But I couldn’t remember when…When did I get handcuffed? Where did my mother go?! I looked around the room, my eyes desperately trying to find her. She was nowhere to be found. I looked at my feet, they were shackled and I seemed to be wearing nothing but a long white shirt.

“My mother where is she?” I asked and turned my head to the man on the right.

“Pff..He is at it again.” He talked to his co-worker.

“Always the same story. Hey, psychopath, if you want any family visiting you, you might consider trying to kill yourself after visiting hours.”

“Family…Visiting hours?” I looked at the man on the left. “Where are you taking me? Where am I!?” I tried to fight back. “Let me go! Let me go! I am not crazy! I don’t belong here!” I shouted.

“That is what they all say.”

“I didn’t try to kill my own son!” I shouted, “I am nothing like my mother!”

“Of course you aren’t. You killed her like you killed your father like you killed that innocent man.” My eyes widened.

“I didn’t..That man wasn’t innocent! He was a stalker, obsessed freak! He killed my father, he caused my mother to become crazy!” They opened a door and threw me in a room. “I didn’t do anything wrong! It was a self-defence!” One man pinned me on the ground and gave me an injection. I screamed and tried to fight back, but I felt my body going numb. I laid on my back, looking at the dark ceiling. Everything was made out of this soft material. The floor, the walls…The roof…There was nothing in the room.

“The faster you accept it, the less painful it gets, murderer.” I turned my head to the door.

“Will you finish up?”

“Of course.” One of them left, leaving one behind. He walked up to me, kneeled next to my face.

“I am not crazy…” I whispered. I could see a devious smirk on his face before he took his cap off. My eyes widened. There he stood…The man that had ruined my entire life. The stalker, the killer, the freak.

“You are.” He said, I looked at his forehead, there was a bullet wound there. Blood dripping over his face. When did that appear? I couldn’t keep up.

“You are.” I saw my father stand behind the guy.

“No.No..” I closed my eyes and turned my head away, “This isn’t real…No..No..I am not crazy.” I bit my bottom lip.

“You are.” My eyes snapped open, seeing my mother next to me, holding a kitchen knife.

“No, no, Mommy, no! NO!”

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I saw a bright light shine in my eye and could see the silhouette of my mother. Her face was blurry, but I could see the shape of the eyes, the shape of the face and her long hair tied into a ponytail.

“NO! NO!” I screamed I got up, my head bumped into her and my hand reached for whatever my hand could grab at such short time. I held a night lamp and I smashed it on her head. She fell on the ground and I heard screaming. Everything was blurry, I could only see the color white around me. My breathing became faster. I had to flee, I had to escape from this mental institute. I tried to escape, but I got pushed down on the bed.

“Quick grab me the syringe!”

“No, don’t!”

Security was off guard by whoever was shouting. I used the opportunity to wrap my leg around his neck and push my torso, causing the man to fall on the ground. I raised my fist punching him in the face. Once. Twice..Trice. Somebody grabbed me from my back and I quickly stepped on the person’s toes before pushing my elbow in his guts and throwing him over my shoulder right against the wall. I heard glass shatter I looked down at a big piece. I managed to see myself. My bangs were fallen over my face.My face had some plasters, but I wasn’t paying attention to that. I was looking at the crazy eyes…Those crazy eyes.

I shut my eyes and grabbed that piece of glass from the ground. I stood up and I needed a moment to regain my balance. I looked up and saw the image of two blurry people, both in white, suddenly back away from the entrance. The man who held the syringe threw it on the ground, holding his hands up, just like the woman did. My grip around that piece of mirror tightened. I could feel drops of blood fall on the ground. I took one step towards the door but stopped seeing somebody appear. I couldn’t make much of it…Perhaps it was Minato? Had he sent me here? My hand tightened further around the mirror.

“Sasuke…” I looked confused. That sounded like Naruto.

“Sasuke, it’s alright.” He didn’t approach me.

“See these black thing in my hand?” I nodded. “These are your glasses. Now don’t be shocked. You are in the hospital, a medical hospital, your head hit the ground and you fainted. You have been out for like two hours.” I blinked a few times. “It is alright, you’re scared, I get that. Dattebayo.” I could see his arm reach out to me. “But I am here, and I won’t let anything happen to you. Alright?” He took a few steps closer. “Now drop the glass. You don’t need a weapon. I am here to protect you.” He said calmly ad he approached me slowly. I looked at the piece of mirror in my hand, it was covered in blood. I dropped it on the ground at the exact moment I felt Naruto’s hand on my waist. I could see him clearly now.

“Naruto.,” I whispered and he gave me his warm smile before putting the glasses on my face.

“It’s me,” He said. I smiled, I felt pathetic at this moment. “Come on, breath slowly. In…And out.” He said. I didn’t listen to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.

“I was so scared. I was so scared!” I repeated myself. He stroked my back. “I was at this mental institute, she was there, she wanted to kill me! They were all there! All of them!” I kept rambling on and on. I couldn’t let go of him. I didn’t want to be separated from him. I felt safe, for once. I felt safe.

“It was a dream.” He said.

“It felt so real.” My voice was soft and pathetic on so many levels. I shut my eyes and I felt him hold me tighter. “She was here, I saw her.” I could feel Naruto stiffen slightly. He opened his mouth to say something but exhaled uncomfortably.

“That wasn’t ‘her’.” I could hear from his voice that he didn’t know I was referring to my mother. I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head to look behind me. My heart stopped beating when I saw Itachi-nii. I saw a broken lamp on the ground and the blood dripping from the wound on his head to his face wasn’t lying. I hurt my own brother. My body was shaking and my already heavy heart managed to become worse.

“Sasuke, breath in..And out.” I didn’t notice the hyperventilation until Naruto pointed out I had to breathe slowly in and out.

“I fucked up…,” I whispered. I couldn’t look at Itachi without feeling the guilt eat me from the inside.

“You should lay down.” I heard Itachi’s voice say. He sounded like his usual self, not angry…Or emotional. My grip around Naruto tightened again.

“You should, Sasuke. You had quite the hit on your head.” Naruto agreed.

“You…You are not going to transport me to a mental institute, are you?” I only was making it worse on me by looking at Itachi.

“Never.” He responded.

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“Look who woke up,” I opened my eyes and looked at Naruto. It seemed he hadn’t left my side. I couldn’t help but crack a smile. I sat up and looked around the room. Had I been dreaming? I looked at the bandage around my hand. I was disappointed, turns out it was real.

“So, Itachi had gotten the neuro scans back. You had a slight concussion, but you’re fine. Dattebayo.”

“He told you?” I asked, “How is he?”

“They had to glue it, but he is fine. A bit light headed but said because he saw my ugly face and puked twice thanks to it, Dattebayo!” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

“What are you doing here? Why are you trying to cheer me up? Why-”

“Because it is my fault.” He interrupted me, “I was angry. I wasn’t thinking straight and yes…This is all my fault.”

“My fucked-up mind is not your fault. It is like genetics or some shit.”

“No, what I said. It was bad, there is no way around it. It was a low blow and…I… I just still have growing up to do.”

“In my defense, it wasn’t the light beers. I hadn’t eaten all day. Also, I don’t drink that much-”

“You don’t have to defend yourself. Because honestly…I was tempted.” He had this little smug smile.

“What stopped you, my ugly face?” He cocked his head by my comment.

“No….It is because I care about you. I mean if you were a random guy I met at the bar. By all means, I would have done it in a bathroom stall.” He shook his head, “Putting that aside-”

“I want to know one thing.” I interrupted him, “Why do you care about me, so much?” He opened his mouth and I pushed my finger against his lips, “Don’t give me that ‘because we are friends’ speech or some shit. I will smack you with a nightlight. Believe me, I practiced.”

“Because…You are like a brother to me, dattebayo.” I felt ‘trolled’.

“Bitch, you don’t even have brothers. You don’t know jack shit about how a brotherly bond feels.”

“Fair enough!…I am witnessing you making the biggest mistake of your life, and yes…I don’t want you to get hurt, or regret it. I want to stop you from making that mistake. But you aren’t listening, you are never listening. So….Yes…I was pissed.”

“Pffff.” I laughed, turning my head away from Naruto before looking at him, “It sounds more like you regret something. I guess you made the wrong choice during Halloween.”

“Funny!” He said, shaking his head.

“But really Naruto. I might not have a dad to look after me, but I have five brothers. You don’t have to take that responsibility.”

“Are they taking care of you or are you taking care of them?” I was about to open my mouth to say something, “Because I recall you beating up somebody who tried to hurt Obito, carried a drunk Maddy to his room, always forgive Itachi for neglecting you, cleaning Izuna’s shit up and dealing with the terrible girlfriend choice of Shisui.”

“But I am fine, besides they do tons of things for me too. So, I will release you from your self-proclaimed daddy role.”

“Yeah, I heard from Izuna you accidently called Suké dad.”

“One time! I was sleeping! Besides, this has nothing to do with the professor,” I said. He smiled and his finger poked my cheek.

“Whatever. Go get him, tiger.” He sat back in the chair, kicking himself towards the window.

“Knock-knock.” I turned my head to the door and smiled, seeing Nardo. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he got in the room.

“Not bad, but my head hurts quite a lot.” I got on my elbows, “Aah, my mom used to give me a kiss against the pain, though I doubt it would work this time.” I put up my sweetest face.

“Owh, you poor little boy.” He approached the bed and laid the rose from the gift shop on the counter.

“You son of a bitch!” I screamed, suddenly feeling Naruto above me.

“My mother is dead! Show some respect!”I shouted.

“You son of a dead bitch! Dattebayo! Not even two seconds and you are back at it!” He shouted.

“You told me to get him. You said that 3 seconds ago!” I shouted back.

“I will punch you in that pretty face!” He shouted, “I was indicating for you to do the right thing! Which is listening to me!”

“Fuck Naruto, I thought you were just like your father, but you seem to be just like your mother!”

“It seems you’re lacking good beating from your mother!”

“Teenagers…They are the worse with oxytocin involved.” He scratched his cheek.

“You should shut up! Dattebayo!” Naruto hissed.

“Hey, don’t talk to Bang Crush like that!” I grabbed Naruto by his collar while he a gripped on mine.

“Bang…What?” Nardo looked confused

“Don’t you dare act innocent. Fucking lab coats hanging everywhere and you give this fucker your shirt?”

“I hate to break it to you, professor, but you did look at the ecchi picture.” I said, “Don’t worry. Together we will make an entire album.” I winked, but then got head bumped by Naruto.I hissed in pain.

“Keep it in your pants, bastard!” He shouted.

“Hey mate, so I heard you knocked urself out and then had PTSD moment. I figured the least I could do is visit the person who hit my boyfriend with a lamp and gets away with it.” Suké walked inside and didn’t even look around the room, “what did you get yourself into. Blondie, get the fuck off him.” with one pull he pulled Naruto off me.

“Suké? Nightsky…Suké?” Suké looked up and his expression blanked. He dropped his bag and ran to the door, though it was his bad luck Itachi just happened to block it.

“Honey, what is going on?“ Itachi asked. I could see a plaster on his head and I felt guilty again.

“Uhm..Ah..Uhm..” He turned his head back and then back at Itachi, “Remember that jackass ex of mine. Waldo the idiot. Yeah…Turns out he is Waldo.” Suké pointed behind him.

“Uhm..I am professor Sunray, but you can call me Nardo.” He said.

“Wait…Professor Sunray? Otouto, he is your bang crush.” Itachi stated.

“Ooh~ So Sasuke’s bang crush is Suké’s ex who is now Sasuke’s brother’s boyfriend. How ironic.” Naruto seemed amused.

“What in a hell is a bang crush?” Nardo looked confused and then looked back at Suké, “Why are you running away from me. I have been searching-”

“Owh, naff off!” Suké interrupted Nardo, “You married that nobody and have not one, but two brats with her. The same fucking year you begged me to come to you.”

“I have been trying to explain-”

“You promised to come back in two years, but you never did!”

“No bitch, I said I would come back when I got my bachelor….I ain’t got no bachelor because I quit the moment I hear you married-…I don’t even know her name!”

The argument heated and I Naruto sat next to me in the bed.

“Are you following this?” Naruto whispered.

“Yeah…So turns out Nardo is not over Suké, but Suké has finally moved on with niisan. But he is still angry at Nardo, for breaking his heart.” I whispered.

“I am…I am not sure what is going on.” Itachi sat on the edge of the bed. He looked from his boyfriend to…Well, his boyfriend’s ex.

“I think this is foreplay.” Naruto joked.

“Yeah definitely. Fanfiction rule. When an argument gets heated, one of them will get roughly kissed and pressed against the wall.”

“Otouto…Why didn’t you bang the bang crush…At least he would have been away from my boyfriend.”

“Yeaaahhh…..Y’know what…Now…That I know Suké has tapped that first…Well..I think the bang crush is gone.”

“Fucking finally.” Naruto turned his head towards me. I saw Suké grab Nardo by his collar.

“HEY!” Itachi raised his voice.

“I am going to punch him!” Suké said.

“Owh, alright. For a moment I thought the two of you were going to make out.” Itachi crossed his legs.

“I…I am going take that…I don’t have to return your tie no more?” I interrupted them.

“What is that brat doing with your tie?” Suké looked furious.

“Owh, jeez, I was only trying to get in his pants for a month.”

“You were what?!” Nardo looked shocked.

“My god, you really have a type.” Suké shook his head, “bang your own blond!”

“Oh well, guess we got to listen.” Naruto wrapped his arm around me.

“Get your hands off him.” I heard Itachi say.

“Right..” Naruto removed his hand and cleared his throat, “Aren’t you…Feeling a little afraid of losing Suké to Nardo?”

“Naruto, look at me. Really look at me. What do I have to fear?” Itachi asked.

“Nothing..” Naruto scratched his cheeks.

“Indeed. He hurts, he is dead. I will make sure of that. I will fake his death and I will get away with it.” Itachi didn’t seem too worried.

“Nah… Sasuke? I think I have a bang crush.” I smacked Naruto in the face.

“Fuck to the no,” I said and I heard him laugh.

xoxo Special thanks to the lovely and talented @emeneska-chan xoxo

#naruto #sasuke #fanfiction #nardo is naruto from gaiden #suké is sasuke from gaiden #narusasu #sasunaru #bangcrush

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sonofapunk · 7 years

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11 Things About Me

I almost made a Ten Things I Hate About You joke, but I couldn’t think of a good one that accurately described my feelings on these things about me (I very much do not hate these things about me, nor do I extremely love them- I think they’re things about me that people might find more interesting than other things about me is all). So. Anyways. Thanks to @generally-nauseated for the half hour I spent going “what is interesting about me” before finally settling on accidentally oversharing and gutting myself like a fish so without further ado enjoy my random crap about me that I kinda like and think is pretty interesting and not the run-of-the-mill get-to-know-me stuff:

1. I’m a prophet? My powers are not strong but not weak either, and I’m trying to strengthen them, and gain control over them? Hoping that they get better (with the prophecy gift, I really like to interpret dreams so please by all means if you need help with a dream I can try my best to help you out there)

2. I read Shakespeare obsessively for shits and giggles! Hmu if you wanna talk Shakespeare, especially gay Shakespeare- I’m here for that!

3. I broke my arm by falling off a mechanical bull weirdly because I got bored with the bull and decided to let go apparently at the wrong time

4. The orchestra teacher at our school helped make the Little Sister cosplay in that DragonCon parade photo that went viral and is featured in a popular cosplay book. The cosplayer for Little Sister is a girl who goes to my school, and the orchestra teacher, thanks to that photo, got famous enough to meet Yaya Han enough times to call her a close acquaintance. The orchestra teacher is actually kinda popular in the cosplay community, and the cosplayer she works with is the little sister of one of my classmates, and honestly that’s freakin cool and it’s not really about me in this one but I never fail to be amazed by this

5. Speaking of cosplay, I own 10 total wigs and counting thanks to cosplay, and strangely, four of them are red-head wigs, and four of them are black-haired wigs, so I guess I’ve accidentally cosplayed a ton of red-heads and people with black hair. Interesting? I guess? The other two are a blond wig and a white one

6. I once met Brendon Urie at the airport and got a photo with him after nearly passing out from being so starstruck- I like to think he thought I was nice and not a crazy fan

7. I’ve been to Ecuador three years in a row for ten days in the summer, where I go on a mission trip through my high school to help teach English at a partner school to the students there

8. My AP lit teacher knows someone who knows Lin Manuel-Miranda, and that someone helped work on Hamilton (I forgot how)

9. When I was in tenth grade, the school college advisor told me that as of that day in tenth grade I could have gotten into UGA with my SAT scores, if I only had the high school credits to graduate high school

10. I want to be a sex-ed teacher on the side as I also teach literature and creative writing, and also I want to start an LGBT literature class at the school I end up teaching at! I wanna be that teacher who students can open up to, but also the teacher who teaches sex-ed properly, with LGBTQ/A/ (emphasis on the a just as much as the other letters) inclusion and also talks about abortion, and what types of birth control are out there, and plan b, and how to deal with periods effectively, and also about rape and what consent means, and all the things that go with the various ways consent can be given, denied, or taken away when one changes their mind, and yeah. I want kids to be really properly educated about this stuff, and to have open minds, and to understand that they are not weird for liking the same gender, or not liking anyone, or not wanting sex, or feeling as though their body isn’t quite right. I want to be that kind of teacher for people

11. I am simultaneously obsessed with the idea of the perfect romantic story and wanting that romantic story, and yet my heart is torn because yes, that sounds wonderful, but the complications of having a romance the way I want it are so much, so difficult, and alienating because of my unsupportive parents, and honestly, every time I think of introducing them to a boyfriend, as the boy’s boyfriend and not his girlfriend (I’m a gay, trans guy) and thinking about walking down the aisle to see a guy standing there, and me walking in a tux, not a dress makes me terrified that they might now show up to my wedding. That they might not let me bring a boy home as long as I am a boy too. That they might not let me see my siblings or tell them the truth. That they might stop helping pay for my college when I start in a few months. That they might not be there for me. And yet, the Romantic and the romantic in me both scream for letting that go and letting myself be in a relationship no matter how complicated it may grow to be. Complicated-ness is just so annoying. Because of the idea of how complicated a romance would be, I have grown to despise the idea of being in a relationship, and yet. And. Yet. I want so badly to feel that giddy feeling of a relationship and being in love and being dip-kissed, and swept off my feet, and being breathless in love and helpless to my feelings and being so overwhelmed with feeling that it hurts but it hurts in the best way. I want that. And I don’t. And it is confusing. And so, frustratingly complicated.

Whoo boy alright-y then. Moving on from that personal crap-shoot in number 11, I tag @longlostweasleytriplet and. Um. Yeah. That’s it. Go for it bucko!

#whoo boy number eleven got DEEP #personal #this is really personal #my bad

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aroha-x-astro-blog · 7 years

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Home Sweet Home

So this is for the sweetest most amazing person on here, Yeng aka @astrobinn!! I’ve had the pleasure of being her Secret Aroha and as my gift to her I’ve written an AU just for her!! Yeng, I hope you like this! It’s my first time writng something like this and I want you to be able toe enjoy reading it. ❤❤❤

Word Count: Roughly 2.9k

Chapter: One. Two. Three

Genre: Fluff, kinda ansgty, highschool au

Summary: Things weren’t going your way recently. Your parents had just split up, you had to move to a completely new city, leaving behind the town you had grown up in and all your friends, and to top it all off, you were starting at a new school. But, you were trying to see the better side of things, because when things are looking down, why not try looking up?

Astonished at this new information, you couldn't do anything but look at him.

“You- you’re the boy who knocked me over by the main office?!”

“ I’m really sorry! I would have helped you pick your books but I was in a hurry. I know that I should’ve stopped to help you, but I was already running late and I just… I’m really sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t need to keep apologizing ” you assure him.

“What..?"

“Yeah it’s fine. I mean, it’s not like you meant to crash into me…”

“But I still feel bad.”

Not knowing how to respond, you reiterate, “Seriously it’s okay, you don’t have-”

This was the first time you really looked at him. He was a bit taller than you, He’s kinda cute, I guess.

The bell rang again, only this time, it was signaling the start of the next class

“Oh crap! We’re gonna be late for class!” Scrambling to grab your stuff, the two of you run to class. You made it there at the same time as the teacher, completely out of breath from having to run across campus to reach the English building.

You attempt to explain why the two of you were late, but the teacher, much to your relief, let you off this one time since she knew it was your first day.

For the first half of the day, you were asked to introduce yourself to the class in various ways, and in each of them, you were welcomed with open arms. In Drama, you played name games the entire time just so that you could learn everybody's names; in US History, you were given the task of explaining your life by drawing a timeline with some of the small but significant moments in your life as your introduction. The environment in each class was so different, and the school was so big that you had almost a completely new group of faces to remember.

The one familiar face you saw for the first half of the day was Moonbin’s. Surprisingly, he is actually a sweetheart. The flurry of apologies had ceased, replaced with jokes and normal conversation. The awkwardness from earlier was a distant memory, compared to how well you were getting along now. Honestly, you were thankful for Moonbin’s presence. Despite all the events from this morning, having one new thing in your life that made you happy and smile felt like a blessing.

The weeks that had lead up to the divorce, and the weeks after it had been hard on you emotionally. Even now it was hard to think about everything that had happened, but having this sense of normalcy back in your life helped you to almost forget about it all. It provided a distraction from all the pain of the past with laughter and conversation.

The natural routine of being in school came back pretty quickly too. You were a whole month behind, but that didn’t stop you. Some of the kids in each of your classes had made a collection of notes from the first from the part of the year you missed so that you could get caught up. Apparently, Mr. Gonzales had come around to all your classes and asked the students if a few of them could make a compilation of notes so that when you got here, the stress of having to get caught up would be reduced.

It seemed like everyone here was trying to make the effort of welcoming you into their school, and they were succeeding. The gratitude you felt towards them was beyond words. Considering how the day had started, you felt more like yourself since the divorce than you had in awhile.

Just as your History teacher finished the PowerPoint about the affects of slavery not only on the slaves, but the slave owners themselves, the bell went off.

“Okay, class might be over, but don’t forget to pick up the reading by the door. We’ll be having a discussion about it in class so actually do the reading please,” the teacher shouted over the noise of backpacks shuffling and the chatter of the students. She eventually gave up and went back to her desk.

Now the most dreaded part of the school day was here: lunch. You’d think that being a junior in high school would get rid of that stupid lunchtime fear of “Where do I sit? Who do I sit with?”

Moonbin has disappeared on you at some point after class had ended, which left you stranded to find out how to actually get to the cafeteria. Considering how helpful the map had been earlier, I’m probably better on my own.

You spent a good five minutes just aimlessly wandering through the halls until you found the cafeteria, though not before taking a couple of wrong turns. Ultimately, the smell wafting from the kitchen is what drew you to it. Considering how good the food smelled, the idea that this was a school for royalty didn’t seem as farfetched as before.

Not really knowing what to do, you follow the other students who looked like they were buying lunch too. As you got in line, you felt kind of lonely. Your guide had disappeared, and you didn’t really know anyone.

As the line inched forward, you wondered where Moonbin was and where he had vanished to. Maybe he just forgot something else in our homeroom.

Not really thinking about it, you grab the plate closest to you and just shuffle down the line. With how hectic of this morning it had been, you had forgotten to make your own lunch, which forced you to buy one instead.

I have to go grocery shopping once school’s out… where even is the grocery store around here? You hung your head in annoyance. Note to self: find out where the grocery store is and buy food.

“Miss, what’s your number?”

Snapping back to reality, you realize that you’re at the front of the line.

“My what?”

“Your student ID number. So that you can pay for your lunch.”

“Uhh, I’m sorry, it’s actually my first day and I don’t know my number yet. I normally would have brought my own lunch, but I forgot it this morning on accident…”

Her eyes widened a bit, getting a grasp on the situation. “Okay, I’ll let you go this one time, okay?” the lunch lady says jokingly. “Go enjoy your lunch. A good meal can make any day better.”

You thank her, and a sigh escapes your lips as you walk past the counter. It was nice of her to let me get a free lunch. Maybe this’ll be the meal to brighten my day.

You stepped back into the cafeteria, faced with a new problem: where to sit. You start scouring the room for an empty table, when Moonbin walks in

“Hey, where were you? I couldn’t find you after class.”

“Sorry, I realized that I had forgot my jacket back in our homeroom and ran over to get it,” Moonbin clarified.

“Are you usually this forgetful?” The conversation continued all the way to the table that Moonbin had set his backpack down at. Maybe it’s because he’s your tour guide, but it’s still weird.

He just sat down and smiled up at you.

“Aren’t you gonna sit down? I told some of my friends to sit with us, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” you reply. Placing your tray on the table, you finally had built up about half the courage you really needed to ask why he was hanging out only with you all day. “Hey, Moonbi-”

“Bin is fine.”

Taken aback, you don’t really know how to respond. You just take your seat across the table, looking at him.

“Or Binnie, if you want. I’m fine with either, really.”

“Okay... Binnie?”

He nods his head in response. “Yeah?”

“It’s nothing really, I was just kinda curious about where you-”

Completely out of the blue, you hear, “HYUNG! WE FOUND YOU!”

“Oh my God, who was that?!” looking around, trying to identify the screaming voice

“Kill me now,” Binnie mutters under his breath. You spin back around, hoping for answers. Apologetically, he looks back up at you and explains, “That’s one of the friends I was talking about.”

Curious as to who exactly are these friends of Binnie’s, you turn back around, trying to find them in the crowd. You scan the entire lunch room, until you spot an unnaturally tall boy running towards you with his tray in hand. Right behind him is a considerably smaller boy, who looked like he was trying to get him to stop. Trailing behind them were two more boys who just looked amused at the show happening before them. One of them was taller than the other, but the difference didn’t seem as great as it was between the other two.

“Hyung!” the tall boy exclaimed. “Is this the girl you’re showing around today?”

“Sanha!” the shorter boy reprimanded. “Don’t say that, it’s rude.” Giving you a remorseful look, he apologizes, “Please forgive this idiot. He has the mentality of a four year old and ends up blurting out the first thought that comes to mind.”

“I’m not an idiot!”

“Yes, you are. Now sit down.”

“But hyung, I’m really not and idiot! I’ll prove it to you.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try.” The bickering somehow led to the two having a trivia contest about who knows what.

“Could you guys maybe try and pretend like you’re both not complete idiots?” Binnie pleads with them from behind your turned back.

“Binnie, I don’t think that’s possible for them. They were born idiots; you can’t change human nature,” you hear, the voice coming from your right side. You turn to face the new voice, only to meet the eyes of someone who you swore could be a model if they wanted to.

“May I sit here?” Awestruck, the only response you give is a nod.

Flashing you a smile, he replies, “Thank you.” Man I wish I had my camera out right now. The light is hitting him so nicely right now…

Absolutely overwhelmed, you look at Binnie, hoping for some sort of explanation for who all these people were, but now, next to him sat yet another new face. This one just looked at you, and after a few seconds, just started to eat his lunch.

Not being able to handle all this, you just sit there, utterly lost. You subconsciously grab for your camera case around your neck, holding on to it.

“Guys, could you be quiet for just one second, please?” Binnie begs them, holding his head in his hands. As a sigh escaping his lips, Binnie looks up at you and starts his explanation. “First off, I’m sorry if these morons startled you in anyway.” Objections were elicited from each of the newcomers, but Binnie simply ignored their protests and continued talking.

“I’m also sorry that these are these morons are the friends I was talking about earlier,” which was met with even more objections. The chaos just get getting more out of hand, and you could tell Bin

“For God’s sake, would you just introduce yourselves already?” Binnie cries out in despair. “(Y/N) still doesn’t even know what you names are.” This stops the dispute of who’s the bigger moron real quick.

They all look at you, and then at each other. Then the shortest out of all of them starts talking.

“We’re sorry if we startled you at all.” He walked over to the other side of the table and sat down next to Binnie. The taller one followed suit, and sat down on your left.

“My name’s Park Jinwoo, but most people call me JinJin. I’m a senior and it’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).” The first thing you noticed about him, other than his height, was his dyed hair. He had blonde hair, which actually suited him really well. He also had his ears pierced. Maybe that is a normal thing here. He was wearing a pair of pretty tight black jeans and a yellow hoodie. Over that he was wearing a white jacket. Is he just cold or does he normally wear that many layers? He had a pair of headphones around his neck that you assumed were connected to his phone. There was something calming about him and his presence that you couldn’t put your finger on.

“I’m sorry if we surprised you,” he apologizes, scratching the back of his head as he looked at you.

“No, don’t apologize, I’m fine,” brushing his apology to the side.

“We wouldn’t have surprised you if JinJin-hyung hadn’t called me an idiot,” the tallest of them all mumbled. “Oh! I’m Sanha, by the way. Yoon Sanha. I’m a freshman this year so I’m still new to the school too!” He flashed you a smile that seemed so genuine, you couldn't do anything but smile back. Sanha had dark hair that was styled really cutely. He also had braces, which added to the cute factor. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a soft pink sweatshirt. Wow, he’s just a ball of cute, isn’t he?

“It’s nice to meet you, Sanha,” you respond, a small smile playing on your lips. He seems so innocent.

You were starting to calm down a bit. The tension that had built up in the midst of the chaos was starting to unwind.

“Ahem.” Facing forward, you realize that is was the model boy who was clearing his throat. “I guess I’ll go next then. My name is Cha Eunwoo. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The first thing other than his looks you had noticed was how smooth and soft his voice was. You were a bit taken aback by it. He was wearing a thin gray hoodie and a blue jacket over it. It was a simple outfit, but he made it seem like something that could be shown on a runway.

“Oh!” Binnie recalls. “Hyung, I still have your minion snapback.”

His what?

Eunwoo’s face broke into a smile. “Of course you were the one who took it. I was looking for this everywhere.”

“Wait,” interrupting their conversation. “You like minions? As in, the small yellow people in the Despicable movies?”

“He does, and we have no idea why,” says the last boy through a mouthful of food. This was the first time you had heard him speak, though you only half heard him really due to the fact that he was talking with his mouth full. He was more interested in the food in front of him than he was in the conversation happening around. His ears were pierced too. Is it more common for boys to have their ears pierced here than to not or something? He was tank top that had “Dance God” written on the front. He looked like he had just come out of practice or something; his hair was plastered to his forehead with what looked like sweat. Maybe he’s part of a dance crew.

“Oh,” he says, finally taking a break from his lunch to look up at you. “My name’s Minhyuk, but everyone calls me Rocky. I’m a sophomore. Nice to meet ya.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” you answer back. Rocky flashes you a small smile and goes back to his food. With the way he was wolfing it down, you would’ve thought he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Hey, Rocky? You can have my portion too, if you want,” you offer.

You wish you had your camera out to capture the look on his face. He looked like you told him that he had won a lifetime supply of his favorite brand name or something.

“N- no, I can’t,” he stutters out. He goes back to eating his own food. “You need to eat food too, and besides, it’d be rude if i took your food on the first day that we’ve met.”

“But I offered it to you, so it’s not rude at all. Besides, I’m really not that hungry, and I don’t want to just throw this away,” you try to reason. You could tell it was working when he starts to look you back in the face. “You’d actually be doing me a favor if you ate it for me.”

Rocky looks at his hyungs for approval with puppy dog eyes. You see JinJin give him a little nod in your peripheral vision.

“Thank you, Noona!” Rocky takes the plate gleefully and starts on your plate. I have never seen someone wolf down so much food in such little time.

“Rocky, slow down or else you’re gonna get a stomach ache,” Binnie scolds. “We have practice after school, right?”

Muttering his response through a mouthful of food, he slowed down. With a satisfied look on his face, Binnie went back to his own food. Everyone was just talking about whatever, trying to include you into the conversation as much as possible. The rest of lunch was them getting to know you.

They all seem really close. The thought crosses your mind as Eunwoo is scolding Sanha for spilling juice on his snapback while the rest of them laughed. I wonder if I’ll find a group of friends that I’ll be this close with.

Without realizing it, you start to enjoy being in the company of these five boys and for the next 40 minutes, you forget about what happened this morning and just enjoy yourself.

#Moon Bin #Moonbin x Reader #Highschool AU #Fluff #Angst #Enjoy!#fatuma writes

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