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hp-poetry-fest · 1 year

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April round-up

Unheeded (Three Sonnets) by NoFlyApterygidae || 343, G || Albus/Minerva

Dumbledore's spirit occasionally appears within Hogwarts, not a ghost but a sort of echo of devotion. Now, he considers an almost-romance with McGonagall that never was in the form of three Shakespearean sonnets.

Ouroboros in Tribute by @serenaew || 790, T, Podfic || Snape & Harry

Blood, I have learnt, is thicker than water. The life of a fallen Prince, as remembered by the father he had never known. Severitus(-ish).

Great Wine, Beautiful Sentences by @patriceavril || 4k, M || Wolfstar

The war outlook is bleak, but Sirius and Remus remind each other of all the joy left in the world.

it's complicated by @wavingfromtheside || 143, G || Greengrass family

A haiku and a free verse poem on mothers and daughters.

Engulf by @maesterchill || 216, T || Drarry

Gathering potions ingredients in the Forest, trainee Professor Draco Malfoy stumbles across the Resurrection stone. Whilst examining it, he unwittingly Summons the shade of his former lover. Engulfed by grief, he begs Harry for a way for them to be together again. It will take ancient elemental water magic to achieve that which he craves so desperately. But can Draco conquer his lifelong fear of the Black Lake and all that lies within her to do what needs to be done?

A bouquet of kisses by @patriceavril || 10k, T || Jily

There was a glint of indignation in her eyes, and a flush bloomed in her cheeks, contrasting with the smudge of earth. James had never wanted to kiss her so badly in his life – quite a feat, considering he had spent a good part of the last few years daydreaming about kissing her. Five times James wants to kiss Lily and one time he does.

Don't Go Into The Library by @acanadianmuggle || 600, G || Vikmione

Viktor Krum's Impression of the Hogwarts Library. Inspired by Alberto Rios' Poem "Don't Go Into The Library".

Vertices, Or Something by @floydig || 1k, NR || Drarry

Harry is a hitman who can’t die. Draco tried to kill himself last year. Harry returns from a mission, Draco wears bright pink boxer briefs, and Harry calls Death a cunt because he can. Or: we’re taking a deep dive into Harry’s head. Malfoy asks if I died this time. It’s a joke because I can’t die. Turns out when you cheat Death too many times, the cunt doesn’t want you back. What does that mean for me, that not even Death wants me anymore. Yeah I call Death a cunt. Malfoy wants Death and Death doesn’t want me and we’re in a fucking love triangle like in the movies.

Deathflight Blues by @autumnsup || Tom Riddle

When Tom Riddle dreams, he dreams in green.

Desiderium by @thehoneybeet || 6k, E || Drarry

Their club, their loo, their writing on the wall—it has to be enough. Until it isn’t.

Sunny skies look dreary when you’re far from me. by @mkaugust || 0.3k, NR || Wolfbucks

All my firsts are with you, Even still, even now With you hidden from my view.

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haikyuuuuuhypeeeee · 3 years

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September Scribbles - Thursday, September 23rd

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Featuring: Miya Osamu (1.8k wc)

Prompt: After an emotionally and physically draining case at work, Person A wants to keep Person B close by, so that they can be there if Person B has a breakdown. (prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting)

WARNING: Swearing

“I’m just so fuckin’ stressed.”

You didn’t mean to overhear the phone call between Osamu and his brother, but his voice made you stop and wait in the hallway outside the bedroom.

“The store is fine, just some logistical problems. I’m just worried that the bank isn’t gonna see it that way.”

You freeze at Osamu’s words. The banks? Is his loan okay?

“Ugh, stop squabblin’ in my ear it’s gonna be fine.” A pause. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Y/N, don’t wanna worry ‘em.”

That sentence makes another pang shoot through you. Why doesn’t he want to tell me? Does he not trust me? The thought makes you feel sick.

“Ya. I’ll be at the store tomorrow, I don’t really have a choice now.” You hear the bed springs creak and footstops moving to the dreer. “Ya, I’ll make some umeboshi onigiri for yer boy toy. Bet yer payin’ extra for it.”

You figure it’s safe to enter the room now and as you walk in Osamu laughs.

“Yer not gettin’ free shit ‘Tsumu. See ya tomorrow.” You hear tiny shrieking coming from the phone before Osamu hangs up. He’s still chuckling as you get into bed.

“Tomorrow?” You ask, watching Osamu get changed.

“Yeah, I gotta go down to the shop and handle the lunch rush.” He looks at you, apologetic. “I know it messes up our Saturday plans, and ‘m sorry.”

“No worries.” You say. Instead of lamenting at the loss of your usual Saturday routine, a plan forms in your head. “What time do we have to leave?”

He stares at you, pausing in taking off his shirt. “We?”

You nod, yawning and settling into the bed. “Sure, I don’t have work tomorrow and we can still spend some time together.” Another yawn escapes you and you close your eyes. “It’s a win-win.”

You feel OSamu join you in the bed and soon arms are wrapping around your waist. “Yer too good to me.” He murmurs, snuggling close. “Ya don’t have to if ya don’t want to.”

“I want to.” And it’s true, especially now that Osamu is stressed about his business. And for whatever reason he doesn’t want to tell you. But mMaybe if he sees you as someone who wants to go above and beyond and help out he’ll come to you with his problems, instead of keeping it from you. By being with him at the restaurant, you can be close by in case he gets extra stressed.

~~~

You’re slightly regretting your plan as you stand outside of Onigiri Miya, swaying on your feet.

“Too early?” OSamu asks you with a smug look.

“Not at all,” you reply. You put as much assurance into your words but the effect falls flat when you yawn. Osamu’s smirk widens as he ushers you inside and leads you to the back. You make a beeline for the coffee pot, eager to get a pot going. As you load up the machine, OSamus groans.

“They never did the prep last night,” he says. “Fuckin’ idiots.”

His tone made you turn around. “What’s wrong?”

“The closers last night didn’t finish the prep. So now on top of whipping up the fillings and receiving a stock order I gotta do the prep.” He closes the fridge door and you try not to flinch at the extra slam.

“It’s alright,” you walk over and stand close to Osamu. “I’m here, and I can do whatever you need.”

Osamu sighs, before giving you a small and tired smile. “Don’t know what I’d do without ya.”

You return his smile while your stomach twists. He claims to need you, but keeps secrets from you? “Sure,” you say instead.

After that there’s not much time for talking, with you and Osamu blitzing through the prep. By the time the delivery comes you’re working on mixing the fillings and Osamu goes to chat with the driver. He’s not gone long, returning with a single box and a stormy look.

“Where’s your order?” You ask.

He lifts up the single box of a few staples you recognize. “This is it. There was a mixup and my order got booted from the truck.” He drops the box on the counter and exhales sharply. “Fuck, why is everyting going to shit today?”

“Hey, it’s alright.” You soothe. “I think we’re good for today - if the order comes Monday then you’ll be good.”

He stills looks murderous and doesn’t respond to you but he does put his order away. You figure he’s taking the extra time to actually cool down so you wait patiently. By the time he comes back to you he looks relatively normal.

“The doors open in five minutes, are we ready to go?”

You nod and start carrying the cambros of food out to the front counter. But a hand on your wrist stops you, and Osamu pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“This isn’t sanitary.” You politely remind him, silently reveling in his small, soft smile he gives you.

“Well good thing I own the place.” He grabs more containers and you two make quick work of setting up. And by the time the open light is switched on you’re situated behind the register and Osamu is ready to assemble onigiri.

A small trickle of customers come in - from the parents out running errands and need something to persuade their children in behaving to a couple of rough-looking kids that look like they had a fun night last night.

Everyone seems to know Osamu well, even sharing a few words while he assembles their orders. You watch when you can, taking in his relaxed gesture and kind face as he converses. Could someone as relaxed as he is, doing what he loves, be fostering problems that he can’t confide in with his significant other? Osamu’s not a good liar so it doesn’t seem likely.

But you heard him last night - “I’m not gonna tell Y/N.” There’s obviously something he’s hiding.

A flock of older women come in then, pulling you from your depressing thoughts. They are only the beginning of a mad Saturday morning rush that has a line trailing well out the door. You and Osamu are swamped - he’s making onigiri as fast as he can and you’re taking orders quickly. But it seems like the line is never ending.

“‘Cuse me! VIP coming through!”

You roll your eyes as Atsumu saunters up to the counter, Sakusa in tow. Sakusa looks just as unamused as you feel, glaring at his boyfriend.

“VIPs have to wait extra long,” you inform Atsumu sweetly.

“Oh dear future in-law,” Atsumu drawls. “Ya don’t wanna be on my bad side.”

“Are you implying that you have a good side?” You shoot back. “Because I have some news for you.”

A quiet scoff from Sakusa makes you grin and Atsumu turns to him. “Ya can’t agree with her Omi!”

“I can’t argue with logic.” Sakusa tells him coolly. He looks away from the indignant look on Atsumu’s face and regards you. “Y/N-san.”

“Hey Omi-kun. I think Osamu has your order in the back.” You step away to get Sakusa’s special Onigiri order - made with clean cutlery and gloved hands. You return to the front and see an unnerving sight - Atsumu and Osamu in each other’s faces with Sakusa trying to hold Atsumu back. There’s a counter between them but you wouldn’t doubt their desire to jump the counter to brawl.

“What’s going on?” You come up to Osamu’s side. “You guys, people are staring.”

“Ask yer boyfriend.” Atsumu snaps.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Osamu snarls back.

You grab Osamu’s arm. “Stop it, what the hell is going on?!”

“Ask him Y/N,” Atsumu repeats. “I tried to get him to tell ya -“

Osamu reaches over the counter and grabs onto Atsumu’s shirt. “Shut yer fuckin’ trap.”

“Osamu!” You shake his arm, trying to pull it away. You know attempting to stop a Miya fight is futile but people in the restaurant are starting to stare.

“Osamu,” you repeat. You keep your voice quiet and gentle. “It’s alright.”

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, and you see the slight wide-eye panic there. You know he’s close to breaking, if not breaking this very moment. And yeah, he might want to tell you why he’s stressed to the point of strangling his brother. And yeah, that maybe stings a bit. But what hurts more is seeing Osamu hurting.

So you put your insecurities and self-doubt aside, and gently help unclench Osamu’s fist from Atsumu’s shirt. You pat his back and steer him towards the kitchen, before stepping up to the register to take Atsumu’s order and help your boyfriend.

~~~

You sigh heavily before flipping the open sign off. After sending Osamu to the kitchen you only had to man the shop for a half hour, just enough time to help Atsumu and a few more customers. But man were you beat .

You head to the kitchen, slowly pushing open the door. You find Osamu bent over the sink, elbows deep in dishes and soapy water.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask gently. He freezes, still turned away from you. He stays like that for nearly a minute (long enough that you’ve wanted to force him to turn around and talk to you at least three times) before speaking up.

“I’m looking into getting a loan for a house.” He says. “The bank said they were worried about the shop, since we haven’t brought in much income since opening.”

“But it takes a few years for restaurants to bring in profit.” You argue. “And you’ve only been open a few months.” Then you realize what Osamuactually just said and promptly backtrack. “Wait, a loan for a house?”

He looks over his head and gives you a smile. “I wanted to surprise ya,” he says. “And I wanted to do it myself.” He fully turns towards you, leaning against the sink. “I should have known not to doubt ya. I don’t know how, but this week has been the most stressful week of my life and ya’ve done nothing but keep me together like glue.” He pauses, giving you another smile. “‘M sorry for not tellin’ ya.”

You laugh, completely caught off guard by the wild change of events. This whole time you thought Osamu didn’t trust you with his troubles but his troubles were because he was trying to buy a freakin house. For you and him.

“It’s okay,” you reply, still giggling. “I didn’t want to push you but I wanted to be here for you.” You step up and wrap yourself around your boyfriend. You smile against his chest when you feel his arms wrap around you.

“Yer here.” He says quietly, almost reverently. “Yer here.”

END

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prettytoxicrevolver · 3 years

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Hotel | Dream

Requested? Bruh of course not

Warnings? None?

Summary: You and your best friend Dream go on vacation together and end up admitting feelings

Word Count: 2,100

Last fic of me going off during April!! Hope y'all enjoy :)

“Charger?”

“Yup,” you say, tossing it into your purse.

“Your medicine? My medicine? Sunscreen? Money?” he lists off and you giggle as you nod.

“Yes we have everything,” you say giggling at your best friend.

You and Dream were headed to Hawaii for the first time together and you both were beyond excited. You had been planning this for months together, getting every tiny detail figured out. You had always wanted to travel together as best friends and when you both finally had enough money, you started to plan for Hawaii.

“Plane tickets?” you ask and Dream holds up the papers for you two.

You smile wide, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of your shared apartment. You head to the airport, talking excitedly about the trip and all of the things you were going to do when you get there.

“You know I’m gonna ask you to take a million pictures of me while we’re there right?” you ask as you sit down in your airplane seats.

“Can't wait for all the “who took the photo?!?” comments,” he jokes and you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless.

“Hey we can always take faceless photos of you on the beach,” you say and Dream shakes his head.

“No way.”

The plane ride is long, with ten hours of uncomfortable seats and gross airplane food but being with Dream makes the time fly and the company easy. You both start off with headphones in, trying to get some rest but soon enough you’re both restless.

Granted you weren’t doing well in the first place. Being near dream had your stomach in your shoes and your heart in your fingertips at all times. To be stuck on a plane for ten hours with him? You were surprised you hadn’t died from how fast your heart rate was going.

You were desperately trying to will yourself back to sleep, moving just barely to rest your head against the window. Just as you’re moving around, you feel a tap on your hand making you look over at Dream. You pull a headphone out and he gestures to the tiny tv screen in front of him.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

You nod and watch as Dream scrolls through the selection of movies, looking at you every once in a while when he stops on one he might want to watch. You end up on a random action movie, one you’ve probably watched with your dad on a Saturday morning, and Dream hands you the other headphone. Your hands brush as you take it from him, sending your heart through the roof of the plane at the contact.

As the movie drones on, you regain the tiredness you once pursued and let out a long yawn. Dream casts a glance at you, a soft smile placed on his lips as he watches your sleepy eyes blink slowly to stay awake.

“Come here,” he says quietly and you look up at him.

He lays his hand out flat on the armrest and you carefully slip your arm around his, before placing your hand in his. You lean over, placing your head on his shoulder and Dream reciprocates the action, resting his head on yours.

You swear you can feel your heartbeat pounding in your fingertips, worry flooding you that he’ll notice your nerves. However, when you risk a glance up at the blonde he’s half asleep, his eyes fluttered shut.

The rest of the plane ride feels quick, you and Dream both sleeping for the majority of it but by the time you land you’re happy to be able to get off the plane and stretch your legs. By the time you grab your things and are in the car on the way to the hotel, you swear you’re about to fall asleep again.

“Sleepyhead, we’re here,” Dream says, nudging you and you look up to see you’re rolling to a stop at the hotel.

You both get out of the car, grabbing your things, and heading inside. Because Hawaii was six hours behind Florida time, it was 10 am, when at home it would normally be 4 pm. You could feel the jet lag setting in, your body fighting against you as you and Dream checked into your hotel.

“And that’s the one king-sized bed for 4 nights?” the man at the service desk asks. The question wakes you up in seconds, your attention at the mixup.

“Wait it was supposed to be two queen-sized beds,” Dream corrects.

“I’m sorry sir, we only have this room,” the man says and Dream turns to look at you. You shrug your shoulders and Dream mimics the action.

“Okay.”

When you get to your room, sure enough, there’s only one bed in the center of the room, and you and Dream exchange glances at the sight of it. You try to brush off the awkwardness, making your way into the room before dropping your stuff and collapsing onto the comfortable mattress.

“Naptime,” you announce.

“No no no,” Dream says grabbing your hands and pulling you up until you’re sitting up straight.

“You have to beat the jet lag, it’s only 10 so let’s go get some breakfast, and then we can explore okay?”

You groan but let Dream pull you up anyway. You grab your purse, and the two of you head out for breakfast at the closest restaurant near you. As the two of you eat, you plan your first day here, deciding to explore the beaches, stores near you, and anything else that seems interesting.

You end up at an aquarium, one you had spotted on the way to the hotel, and head over. You had always loved aquariums since your dad had taken you to one close to your hometown growing up. You still fell in awe of them whenever you visited one.

“Come on!” you say grabbing Dream’s hand and dragging him behind you.

“Okay child,” he jokes and you roll your eyes.

You two make your way through the aquarium, unconsciously hand in hand with one another. You practically drag Dream along, placing your face up against the glass and point out fish and beautiful animals to the taller boy.

“See? It’s a clownfish,” you explain.

Dreams heart had been racing ever since you had entered the aquarium hand slipped into his without even thinking about it. He loved watching you walk through the attractions, eyes aglow with wonder and face lit up like a kid on Christmas. It made him fall for you more than he already had.

He leans forward moving your once connected hands so that he can slip an arm around your shoulder, his head falling next to yours until you’re practically cheek to cheek.

“It’s pretty,” he says and you forget to respond, the closeness of your best friend making you dizzy.

You settle for a nod, and the two of you start to move again, Dream’s arm staying around your shoulders and you slip one around his waist. You make your way around the rest of the place, your hearts unknowingly beating at the same fast rhythm but both of you find comfort in the nerves.

“Where to next?” you ask Dream when you finish the aquarium.

You two end up going for a drive, just wanting to explore the island for a bit before making your way back, occasionally stopping at a store or two to see what’s inside. You finally make it back to the hotel to change before heading out to a nice dinner together.

As you walk out of the bathroom, clad in a nice dress, wedges, and your purse thrown over your shoulder, this time you don’t miss the dumbstruck look Dream is giving you. However, you swear you mimic his expression, the blonde dressed in a white button-down, dress pants, and dress shoes.

“Holy shit,” you whisper.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

Upon hearing each other’s voices, you snap out of your dazed states, offering a sheepish smile to Dream before walking out of the open door. Dream follows you out, the two of quiet as you head to the restaurant together.

“Do you mind if I?” you question pointing to the drinks another couple holds and Dream shakes his head.

“No, go for it. If anything happens you know I’ll take care of you,” he responds making your heart swell.

You knew Dream didn’t drink and you would never pressure him to. However, your nerves were getting the best of you and the drinks on the menu were tempting. You order one, taking a sip of the concoction of alcohol and letting it soothe some of the nerves you were facing.

As dinner progresses, you and Dream talk about the rest of vacation, what else you wanted to do before you left, what other restaurants you wanted to try, already where you were planning to take Instagram photos, etc. You couldn’t help feeling less and less nervous but you weren’t sure if it was the drinks or Dream’s easy presence in front of you.

You don’t realize how many you had ordered until you stand up, the room spinning around you. You reach out, Dream taking your hand with a concerned look on his face and when you gain your bearings you smile dorkily at the taller boy.

“Okay let’s get you back to the room,” he says and wraps an arm around your waist to steady you.

You make it back to the hotel room, your hands intertwined with Dream, your best friend not opposed to your love language increasing when you’re drunk. You make it up to the hotel room with little struggle and in your drunken state, you decide you want to dance.

“Dream,” you whine, and the blonde smiles at you.

“Yes, darling?”

“Come dance with me,” you say, holding your hands out to him.

Dream laughs but lets you take his hands in yours anyway. You slip your arms around his neck, and he wraps one arm around your waist before reaching for his phone. He messes with something on there for a minute before music floods the tiny room. He places his phone down on the TV stand before wrapping his other arm around your waist.

The two of you sway slowly around the room, you becoming increasingly more sober the more you think about Dream, his hands on you, the proximity of the two of you, the sweet gestures and words from the day, everything.

Dream wasn’t far behind you, absolutely mesmerized by the sight of you. Your lips curved into a small smile as you looked up at him. The way you were yourself around him with no apologies and how he wanted to hold you, love you, and protect you forever.

You both don’t realize how close you are and getting until you're centimeters away. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Without a second thought in his head, Dream ducks down, pressing a kiss to your lips. The contact knocks you sober instantly, you pull Dream as close as possible and you can practically feel your best friend smile into the kiss.

When you pull apart, you’re both grinning like idiots at each other. The music still plays in the background as you get changed, dance a little more, and ultimately fall asleep together.

The rest of vacation flies by, beaches and shopping, restaurants, cute dates, everything made a thousand times better now that the two of you had admitted your feelings for one another. By the time you land back in Florida, you can’t tell if you’re happy to be home, sad to be away from vacation, or nervous about what was going to happen between you and Dream now.

As you get off the plane, Dream slips an arm around your shoulders and your thoughts of doubt only seem to increase for some reason.

“Hey,” you say gaining his attention. You stop in front of him, your hands twisting nervously in front of you as you try to ask your next question.

“Are we still,” you trail off gesturing between the two of you. “Now that we’re home.”

Dream doesn’t answer, simply wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in. He dips down pressing a long kiss to your lips that has you falling for him all over again.

“Does that answer your question?” he asks pulling inches away.

You nod, smiling widely before leaning up to place your lips on Dream’s again in a kiss that makes your stomach do backflips.

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koreanmadeingreece · 3 years

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Why, why, why (11)

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you.

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). OKAY FINAL CHAPTER PEOPLE I’M EXCITED!!

Warnings: a little bit of smuuuut but not much hahah

Word count: 2K

Part 11/11 First / Previous

Taglist: @melitadala @chxotickpoptrash @aiforyuu @fineapplehoe (thank you for staying with me till the very end!! <3

You mentally slapped yourself in the face and, after a pep talk from Taeyong, you were ready to get dressed and go. It was Saturday, so you didn’t have any obligations or classes, and probably neither did he. It wasn’t his turn to help with the movie night, Taeyong told you. You thought he’d have returned home by then, that he couldn’t have stayed out all night, but apparently you were wrong. You seemed to be wrong an awful lot of times lately, you thought. Taeyong had told you where his house was, yet he wasn’t in. Or he wasn’t answering the door. Considering the state he left you the previous night, it would make sense not to go back home.

The next thing you could do was call the friends that you knew he had. You sat at Yuta’s doorstep and called Johnny first, because he seemed like the most reasonable option among the ones you knew. “Hey. Don’t say my name. Is he there?”

“Hi. He came here for a while last night, but he left early in the morning. I didn’t ask. He didn’t seem to be in a right state of mind, and I assume you had to do everything about it.”

“Yeah. You couldn’t be more accurate,” you replied.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll have to find him first.”

“Isn’t he at home?” Johnny wondered.

“Apparently not. Any idea of where he could be?”

“Check Mark’s house.” With that word, he gave you Mark’s number, which you immediately texted.

You: You don’t know me, but is Yuta there? Johnny gave me your number.

Mark: Y/N, right?

You: Yeah. So, he’s there.

Mark: He was, but he just left. He didn’t say where he’d go.

You: You’ve got to be kidding me. Anyway, thanks.

Mark: If you’re looking for him, just make sure you’re doing it for a good reason.

You: Don’t worry, I am.

You cursed at the universe for not letting you see him. As you sat on the steps, you leaned forward and put your head between your legs. You needed to calm down. You needed to find him. You had to put an end to this.

The safest thing you could do was wait for him exactly where you were. You knew he’d eventually show up, so you got comfortable and decided to spend the entire day there. Thankfully it wasn’t too cold, and it didn’t seem like it was going to rain. You took your phone and scrolled through your tumblr account, hoping that your mind would relax for a while.

After about forty minutes of endless scrolling, with your body practically melting on the doorstep, you felt someone coming your way and you scooted away to let them get into the building. You hadn’t realized that the person standing next to you was no other than Yuta.

“I didn’t expect to find you here.”

You lifted your head up. You panicked as soon as you saw him and got up, standing right in front of him. “I didn’t expect things to turn out this way, but here we are.”

“I went to your place today, but you weren’t there. I assume you were here all this time, judging by how sleepy you look.” He paused. “Come in.” He took out his keys and led you in the apartment. His place was beautiful. It wasn’t huge, considering he was only a student, but the decoration was unbelievable, and he also had it pretty clean.

“I came here first thing in the morning. I left my house around the time you probably left Mark’s.”

“You called Mark? Wow, I didn’t know you’d care so much about this.” He was looking straight into your eyes, his gaze piercing you, yet at this moment he looked away. He was…embarrassed? You wanted to talk to him, but he beat you to it once more. “Look, the way things are right now, I can’t do many things. I assume you know how I feel, considering that you’re here and that Taeyong probably told you. You’re in love with another guy and I thought I could handle it, at least until I saw you like that.”

“Yuta, I-”

“No. Let me finish. Y/N, I’m in love with you. I don’t know how it happened, how I got to this point, but it’s true. I know you’re committed to someone else, but I just have to get this off my chest.”

“Yuta, wait-”

“Just let me say this. I can’t believe what’s going on because I was the one who brought it to myself. My ego didn’t let me be nice to you and get to know you in time, so it was only natural that I’d lose you. I know that this changes everything, and you probably won’t want to see me for a while, but you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Your eyes,” he paused, and you managed to see one little smile forming on his lips for a moment, “they made me fall in love with you in the first place. You don’t know how many times I wanted to break his face whenever I saw you with him, but I knew he wasn’t at fault. He was good to you, so I had no say in this. I want you to be mine, Y/N.” He stopped talking and looked towards you, eyes watered, ready to cry.

“Yuta, shut up,” you said, and watched his face literally explode.

“I tell you all that and you-”

“I broke up with him.”

“What? Why? But, yesterday,” he couldn’t believe it.

“I ran outside to find you as soon as you left, but it was too late. I couldn’t bear the thought that I was the reason your smile faded away. Yuta, I’d do anything to see you smile again,” you said. He wasn’t moving. He was waiting for you to explain everything to him, why you did what you did. “I liked Jonghyun, and I think I stayed with him because I thought I couldn’t be with you. That night at my house, after we went out, I got scared. I knew I couldn’t trust myself around you, so I tried to focus on my relationship. Apparently, that only made it more difficult for me to realize that I’m in love with you.”

“You’re,”

“I’m in love with you, Yuta. I want to be around you, I want to spend time with you, hell, I know I would’ve kissed you that night if Taeyong had let us. I tell you bad jokes just to see you smile.”

“Your jokes aren’t that bad,” he smiled and took one step towards you. You read his movements and came closer to him as well. Moments later, you finally did what you couldn’t before. Your lips against his, it was the softest, but at the same time most passionate sensation you’d ever felt. You were in love with each other, and it was all you ever needed. You deepened the kiss, taking the time to savor the feeling of being so close to him without restrictions. You were young, you were in love, and you could enjoy it all you wanted.

You broke the kiss and looked at him to see if the same thing was on his mind, but you got your answer from his look. You took his hand and led him inside, only to stop and realize that you had no idea how the layout of his house was. He laughed and took the lead, showing you the way to his room. You found yourselves standing next to the bed, awkwardly taking each other’s clothes off. Your shirt came out first, then his, and then your pants. He stopped for a second, only to look at you.

“I’ve seen this sight before, and it hurt me that it wasn’t my hands that touched you. Having you so close to me like this takes my breath away.”

You placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m so sorry, Yuta.” You pressed your body against his, without it being sexual. You just wanted to let him know you were with him and you weren’t going anywhere.

“I want you to be mine.” He kissed you once more, taking off your bra. He softly placed you on the bed, his body on top of you, kissing your neck and your collarbones. He got up only for a second, to get your panties off you. You gently pulled him close, as he was only a breath away from finally being yours. His hand roamed on your body, finding its way to your clit, a finger entering your folds, and then a second one.

“Yuta, I want you,” you moaned, showing him that you were ready.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, and you didn’t know why. You liked how much he respected you, but you couldn’t even imagine a world where you wouldn’t want this.

“More than ever.”

He reached out to his nightstand and took a condom, rolling it on his length. He came on top of you, and with a gentle motion he was inside of you. You couldn’t believe how you stayed away from him for that long. He started moving in a slow pace. “Y/N,”

“Yuta,” you moaned his name as he brought you closer to your release.

You felt so close to him at that point. You had your release at the same time as his. He got up and disposed of the condom, then came back to the bed and laid next to you.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he laughed. “Why are you here, in bed, with me?” he asked.

“Maybe because you’re all I ever wanted, you idiot.” You placed your hand on top of his stomach, your head on his chest. His hands were wrapped around you, and you spent the entire afternoon in bed, bodies intertwined as if you’d never let go.

“You know, I wanted our first time to be special. If it ever happened, at least. I had no idea you’d come here, or that we’d end up like this,” he said.

“It was special. Every moment we spend together is special to me, Yuta. I don’t know how you didn’t see it earlier.”

“Your boyfriend didn’t really help me, you know.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” You placed a soft kiss on his chest.

“So, are we, like, together now?” he asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how embarrassed he was of the entire situation.

“Do you not want to?” you teased and lifted your head, only to watch him blush in seconds. “I’m kidding. Yes, we are. I really want that.” You placed a kiss on his lips.

“Don’t let go of me ever again, okay?”

“I won’t.”

Bonus scene:

The gang was all at your house. Your friends, Taeyong’s friends, everyone was trying to fit on the couch and on the pillows you had on the floor. You had decided to invite everyone over after everything was cleared up, even though you didn’t have the time to fill them in besides Taeyong. When Chan, BamBam and Yugyeom saw that Yuta opened the door of your house were shocked, but didn’t say anything, until they saw you approaching and resting your hand on his waist.

“What the fuck did we miss?” Chan asked you, and you chuckled.

“Probably a lot,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you turned to Yuta and kissed him on the lips in front of them. “See, I can do that now.”

“Y/N, I can’t believe you’re using me to impress people.”

“Oh, and wait till you see his navel piercing,” you said, completely ignoring him, and leaving Chan in a state of shock at the same time.

Johnny and V expected this to happen, so they weren’t that shocked when they saw. After a while, everyone got comfortable, and Yuta decided to put a French comedy. He knew how much you liked them anyway, and all of you needed something to relax. You brought popcorn and sat next to Yuta at the floor, seeing how betrayed Chan was that he hadn’t already heard the details from you. He only settled down when you promised you’d tell him later that night.

It was chaos, but it was your chaos. Your life. And it was a life you cherished.

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celegiri-celesgiri · 7 years

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Stalker and Prey, chapter 7

Fandom: Dangan Ronpa (duh) Pairing: Kyouko Kirigiri x Celestia Ludenberg - Celegiri Rating: T Summary: Kyouko’s assignment was to trail her. However, with her suspicions confirmed, Kyouko now has to juggle her job, her school life and her new relationship with one Celestia Ludenberg, Gambling Princess of Kibougamine. At least her friends have stopped asking about her hickies. Additional: Supernatural creatures Notes: Sorry it’s been so long since the last chapter, everyone. Needed to fall back into the semester. But I’m fully back and ready to answer those asks on Thursday! Enjoy the chapter (is it just me or do my chapters seem to be getting longer?)

Kyouko yawned as she awoke for school on Monday. She had spent well into the night with Celestia on Saturday and then spent a good portion of the afternoon with the Lolita on Sunday. Celes had taken her around the castle once more before deciding that she could use a walk in the park. Kyouko had filed away Celestia’s want to keep her alive for a later investigation as she was more preoccupied with wondering what the new student in the class’ talent would be. Their current graduating class was smaller than most of the others due to the scarcity of talent at the moment, but maybe things would turn for the second half of the year.

Getting dressed, Kyouko checked her backpack before grabbing the breakfast her father had set out—a blueberry muffin—and heading for Hope’s Peak. As she walked, Kyouko mused over the different talents one could have. Usually, no two people of the same talent would be in the school at the same time. The only exception in a while is that Makoto is the SHSL Good Luck, which is the same as one of their upperclassmen. But aside from that, there were still a vast amount of possibilities. After all, one of the teachers was a SHSL housekeeper. After hearing about that, Kyouko was certain anything could be a talent.

Arriving at the school, the lavender-haired detective made her way to her seat. Her classmates were immersed in conversations similar to her own thought process, so Kyouko simply listened to their own speculations. Aoi hoped for a baker, but that would be repetitive with the SHSL cook and confectioner being their upperclassmen. Mondo, Makoto and Hifumi mused on the probability of the talent being aggressive, artistic or intellect-based. Kyouko had to admit that she would like someone else in the class whose talent was intellect-based. Junko’s frequent mood swings became repetitive after a while, even if she was the SHSL Fashion Designer.

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of class and jolting everyone from their thoughts. The class moved to their seats as the teacher strode in. Placing his suitcase on the desk, the instructor turned to the class and cleared his throat. “Everyone, I would like to remind you that today is the day we were supposed to get our new student, but there seems to have been a mixup with the information they were given and, because of this, they will not be here until tomorrow.”

There were groans all around the class, both internal and (majority) external. Kyouko was not one to enjoy sitting idly while she could be getting answers. Unfortunately, this was something she couldn’t get the information on herself and therefore, would have to wait on. With an effort, the detective stopped herself from sighing and resigned herself to solving this particular mystery tomorrow.

The day passed as it usually would, with minor arguments between Kiyotaka and Mondo. The teacher ignored them as always and continued with the lesson, which Sayaka or Chihiro interrupted every once in a while to ask questions. The others simply diligently took notes or ignored the class altogether. Without looking, Kyouko knew that Hifumi was doodling ideas for a new doujin, Junko’s pen was scratching a new outfit design, Mukuro was working on her knife throwing technique, and Leon was sleeping.

By the time lunch came around, the group had moved on from the topic of the new student and were lost in their own conversations about whatever held their interest. Kyouko simply enjoyed her meal as she and Makoto listened to Sayaka talk about a new song she and her band were working on. It sounded like it would be a hit—as many of her group’s songs were—and the detective was interested in hearing it.

As she was finishing up her lunch, Kyouko felt Makoto nudge her slightly. Feeling the now-familiar tingle down her spine, Kyouko stood and turned to walk to where Celestia was waiting by the gate for her. The Lolita smiled at her and Kyouko stopped in front of her with a nod of the head. “Good afternoon, Celestia,” she murmured.

“Good afternoon, Kyouko,” the vampire’s voice was louder than usual and Kyouko knew her classmates could overhear. “I trust you had a good weekend?”

“Yes,” the lavender-haired woman responded. “It was kind of you to invite me to your home.” There was a slight gasp from Chihiro at this and Kyouko resisted the urge to sigh.

“Well, it would have been rude of me to leave you all by your lonesome,” Celes chirped, red eyes focused just slightly passed Kyouko. “So why not invite you to spend time with me? I hope you enjoyed dinner?”

The detective attempted to ignore her friends as Aoi now joined Chihiro in quietly squealing behind her. The entire rest of the group had gone quiet, not even bothering to try hiding the fact that they were eavesdropping. “Dinner was very delicious, thank you.”

“And… how did you like… dessert?” Here, Celes eyes narrowed just slightly as her voice deepened to match the suddenly sultry look. Ah, so that’s what she’s doing. Kyouko realized as Hifumi choked behind her. Very well.

“Dessert was much better than expected. I was surprised to find out how talented you are.” Kyouko wondered just how deep this hole could go as Mondo and Leon joined Hifumi in choking at the conversation.

Celes leaned forward and her lips tugged upward just so in a smirk. “You’ve no clue how talented I can be, yet, Kyouko.” Yasuhiro fell off his seat.

Sufficiently satisfied, Celes turned her full attention to the woman in front of her, returning her voice to an appropriate level. “How are you feeling, Kyouko?” she inquired, eyes closing as she addressed the detective. “I know I took more than expected on Sunday.”

“I have been increasing my amount of nutrition intake.” Violet eyes stayed on the Lolita’s face, tracking every movement that might indicate why the vampire had closed her eyes this time. “I began doing so shortly after you began drinking from me, upon my realization of how negative the effects were.”

“How intelligent of you,” Celes giggled, hand rising to cover her mouth slightly. “As to be expected of such a formidable detective.”

“Understanding how our lives and work both affect our health is imperative to being a detective,” Kyouko pointed out. “We must be in top shape in order to properly focus on a case, hence why I am one of the top in the class at gym.”

“Gym?” Celes’ lip curled at the thought of sweating, or even changing. While she didn’t necessarily despise physical education, her outfit took a lot of work to get into and her makeup would be ruined if she sweat in the class. Of course, that was supposing the class actually gave her enough of a challenge to sweat in the first place. With enhanced strength and speed came heightened endurance and stamina.

“It’s a required class.” Her companion shrugged as Celes’ eyes roamed the students once more. “I try my hardest in gym and sometimes accompany Sakura and Aoi when they work out after school, if I’ve no cases to attend to.”

This caught the vampire’s attention. “You work out?” she asked, her voice dropping a note or two in pitch. It wasn’t much of a difference, but enough for Kyouko to catch.

“Yes. To stay fit.” The purplette watched the black-clad woman’s eyes close and once more wondered what had caused it.

“That sounds intriguing,” Celes murmured. “Do you mind if I accompany you one day? Just to watch, of course. I imagine it would give away my identity to lift as much as your muscular friend over there despite my much smaller stature.”

“I don’t see why it would hurt for you to come watch us,” Kyouko told her. “I can always tell you when I’m going to have off so you’ll be here when school lets out.”

Celes nodded in approval and lifted her head as the bell rang. “It appears our time is up, Kyouko.” Smiling at the detective through the bars, she giggled, “I’ll see you after school!”

There was a choked gasp and Kyouko once again resisted a sigh at the fact that her friends had still been trying to eavesdrop. “We should really find a way to talk during my free time where others won’t find out about your condition.”

Celes huffed and pouted at the term. “At my species, Kyouko,” she grumbled. “Have a good rest of your day!”

Kyouko gave her a nod, turning to her friends. All of them were watching her in utter shock, eyes zeroing in on the mark on her neck more than before. Shaking her head in irritation, Kyouko lifted the collar of her jacket to cover the mark and plucked Yasuhiro between the eyes. The fortune-teller fell backwards from his seat once more, but the detective paid him no mind as she gathered her leftover lunch.

Beginning to make her way to the school, Kyouko cocked her head at her friends, who had still not moved. “If you all don’t hurry, we’re going to be late to class.”

The others dumbly followed after her, eyes still wide when they took their seats. Sayaka and Chihiro shot her frequent intrigued glances while Aoi and Sakura whispered about the encounter and what it could have meant. Makoto had gathered some tissues to help Hifumi and Leon quell their bleeding noses, and Hiro spent a few minutes attempting to predict what would happen between her and Celes. Swallowing the air bubbling up from her lungs, Kyouko was simply glad that Byakuya had yet to make any kind of rude comment and that Junko wasn’t being odd anymore.

The rest of the day passed relatively alright, though Kyouko could have done without all of the speculative glances thrown in her direction. Slipping from the class as soon as they were released, Kyouko made sure not to get caught by any of her friends on her way out. She knew they would catch her eventually, but that didn’t mean she needed to make it easy for them.

…

Walking into class the next morning, the detective did not miss the way most of the class’ eyes flicked to her neck to see if she had any new marks. Thankfully, she had anticipated that response and her jacket collar covered her neck from their eyes. Making her way to her seat, Kyouko set her bag down.

“How was your night, Kyouko?” Leon asked, smirking at the violette as she took her seat.

“Most likely better than yours,” the detective clipped as she rummaged in her bag. Hisses were heard from several others in the class as Leon pouted over at Kyouko.

“That’s low, man.” Kyouko shrugged and turned to face the front as their teacher entered the classroom.

“Good morning, students,” their teacher called, grabbing the attention of the class. “I would like to introduce our new student to you all.” Looking to the hall, he called, “You may come in.”

Kyouko felt her eye twitch as a red heel stepped into the room, followed by a pale woman in Gothic Lolita wearing a small smile. Sitting up a bit straighter, the detective’s mind immediately began going through all of the possibilities of why Celestia would want to come to Hope’s Peak. Was she recruited because of her gambling talent? Did she want to be able to see Kyouko for longer during the day? Was she here to make certain none of the other students attempted approaching the purplette after their show the previous afternoon? Did she have other friends in the room without Kyouko’s knowledge? Were other students in the class vampires?

That last question had Kyouko glancing furtively around the classroom to gauge the reaction of the others. Most of them were looking between her and Celes in wonder, trying to see if there was a connection between this and yesterday’s encounter. Byakuya, of course, looked as disinterested as ever and Touko was too busy drooling over him to mind anything else. Junko was in a gloomy mood and therefore didn’t have much of a reaction at Celestia’s entrance while Mukuro’s unreadable expression remained stoic, similar to her own. None of them seemed to be vampires, but at first glance, neither did Celestia.

“Good morning, everyone!” Celes called, red eyes taking in the students before her. She noted the gaze of the large boy in the back. She would have no trouble hypnotizing him into her slave, if even that was necessary. Her eyes landed briefly on Byakuya’s disinterested expression and Junko’s gloomy one before her gaze pinpointed her target. With a small smile, the vampire said, “I’m Celestia Ludenberg. Please call me Celes. It’s wonderful to meet you all.”

“Alright, now let’s see if we can find you a seat,” the teacher murmured. Meanwhile, Celes stared at Leon for a few seconds, as he was in the seat beside her darling toy. Without hesitation, Leon gulped and stood, gathering his things to move to the other side of the room to find an empty seat. Celes’ smile widened at his complacency and she strode to the seat, settling beside Kyouko and winking at the detective.

The wink did not escape the other students as the teacher shrugged at Leon offering up his seat. Sayaka and Aoi were brimming with questions for their crime-solving friend, but knew that they had to wait. With any luck, come lunchtime, they would all be able to get to know Celes a little and what connection she has to Kyouko.

Taking in the looks from her friends, Kyouko resigned herself to the inevitable situation lunchtime would undoubtedly bring. Lying her head on her desk a moment as their teacher prepared the lesson, the detective finally sighed. This is going to be a long day.

#stalker and prey au #sap!au #Celegiri #Celesgiri #mun writing

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Just A Painting

As I tore open the large package, my optimism morphed into disappointment. I had received a painting in the mail, but it certainly wasn’t the one I ordered. This wasn’t the tasteful image of a gondola ride through Venice waters, this was something much different. What lay in front of me was a giant skull with snakes piercing through the sockets. Definitely not my style and most certainly not appropriate as the center piece to my living room.

I tried calling the contact number provided for the delivery guy, but received no answer. I reached out to the company, but it was late Saturday and a representative wouldn’t be available until Monday. I placed the monstrosity in the kitchen facing the pantry door where it would reside until the issue could be resolved.

That night as I tried to get comfortable in bed, I swore I heard something downstairs. I used the flashlight on my phone and went to investigate. Although I didn’t see any activity, I was mortified to see that the painting had moved! It was no longer leaning against the pantry door, it had shifted a few feet to the side. And it was now facing me. But it was late and I was exhausted, clearly my imagination was just running wild. I went back to bed and tried to forget about it.

The next morning I immediately went to the kitchen and to my surprise the painting was back in its original place. Had I just dreamt everything up? Was I going crazy? Both thoughts were more comforting than the alternative. My paranoia led me to spend my entire Saturday fixated on the painting. As day shifted to night, rationale thought crept in and I realized how delusional I was being. It’s just a painting and an eyesore at that, yet I had spent more time watching it than any other. I chuckled at the absurdity and went up to bed.

Then it happened again. I was awoken by noises coming from downstairs. I leapt out of bed and raced down the stairs. When I arrived in the kitchen I could see it had moved again. The painting was now on the ground, facing up. A chair had been knocked over and others moved. I did a full inspection of the area and could find nothing. My heart was beating out of my chest and my mind was scrambled in a mixture of confusion and terror.

I stayed awake the entire night, glaring at the painting as if my life depended on it. The thought of throwing it out or even burning it had crossed my mind. But I had to exchange it in order to get my original purchase and I didn’t need this company, of which I was a frequent customer, to think I was trying to get one over on them. I went to work that day, but my thoughts were consumed by the painting. I clock watched my entire shift and raced home to call the company and confirm my exchange.

As I approached the front door I took a deep breathe and prepared myself for whatever paranormal activity took place while I was away. As I turned the knob I felt my phone vibrate, it was the art company. Finally I could rectify this mixup and regain my sanity in the process.

“We’re so sorry for the mixup sir. Your painting has been shipped and please feel free to keep the other piece as a gratitude”

“Thank you, but I really don’t have the space, I would rather just send it back.”

“Not a problem at all sir! Could you please return the phone left behind by our former employee as well?”

“Phone? Nobody left a phone here.”

“Sir, we can see that the driver’s phone is at your location and has been active for the past two da..”

My phone went dead and I watched in silence as a man crawled out of my pantry.

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sunraysonsundays · 6 years

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26 March 2018

I haven’t written in a very long time. I started feeling better, so I stopped documenting everything. Turns out that wasn’t a good idea. A lot is going wrong in my life right now.

Most importantly, I am currently failing a very important class. I still have a chance, but I am unsure of how things will turn out. I’m hoping I end up passing, because if I fail, I will be forced to change my major by the university, and I honestly have no idea of what else I would like to do with my life. I am trying to remain optimistic, but it is very hard these days.

In addition to that, my health is not that great. I was diagnosed with a hypoactive thyroid and it is really taking a toll on me. I recently got put on medication, but I am getting weird side effects. Maybe depression is a side effect, too. I have been nauseous, and I also noticed that a gland in my throat feels tight, throbs in pain, and is becoming increasingly numb. I just feel really down lately. I have been having the hardest time smiling and just feeling good, without an ounce of worry. It just sucks.

I also had a pretty bad weekend, because I was not feeling well, and I got my shift picked up at work. My coworker asked my manager if she could take my shift, and he said it was fine. When I got to work, I waited for her to show up, and then I clocked off (as per our normal routine for pickups). About 7 minutes later, I got a call from work, and it was my manager. He was fussing at me on the phone because it actually wasn't okay for us to swap, and he called me into the office to have a meeting. I turned my car around and met him in the office. He called in other managers as witnesses, and asked why I was giving up my shift. I stated how I was diagnosed with a rather serious thyroid disorder, which in turn is making me feel down in the dumps. He seemed less mad after that. He explained to me that since I am a good worker, he needed me in the front on that busy night because he had faith that I could handle the rush. I felt better about myself then, but I was still in pain. it was hard to speak very clearly, which is necessary for my job. I suggested we call in one of my other coworkers to come in for me, because she said she was thinking about picking up that night anyway. My manager called, and I texted her, asking her to come in for me because I was in so much pain. She said no. I wasn’t surprised, because this was her first Saturday off in god knows how long. I was upset, but not at her. I was just upset that I had to work, despite how sick I felt. One of my coworkers explained to me that she was babysitting that night, which also made sense why she wouldn't come in for me. It was okay. When I got up front, I explained to yet another coworker my situation, and how my manager called my other coworker to come in, but she said no. I couple of hours later, my coworker showed up for me, and I was relieved and grateful. When she came up to me, I thanked her and said that I didn't expect her to come in. She met me with a tone that implied she was angry with me. I quickly got my keys and went to my car. I texted her about how I was sorry that she had to come in for me, that I didn't know that she was babysitting and had I had my phone on me, I would have texted her that I could have handled it on my own. She opened it and never replied. I sent her another text, and she answered me saying that she was pissed off at me for talking about her, and lying about not knowing she was babysitting. It turned out to be a huge mixup of sequence between her and our coworkers, and a miscommunication of what I said about her not coming in for me. It made me seem like I was mad. But I was not. Despite the hour I spent trying to get her to understand me, she refused to listen. I guess we aren't friends anymore. I will most likely quit soon. I don't think they ever liked me anyway.

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koreanmadeingreece · 3 years

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Why, why, why (5)

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). Also, wow I never thought I’d post this. I hope you guys like it. Also I thought I’d update every Sunday but I couldn’t restrain myself. Welp.

Warnings: n/a

Word count: 2.4K (this was originally two smaller parts but idk I thought they were quite small on their own so now they’re together hahah)

Part 5/11 (I think) First / Previous / Next

Taglist: @melitadala @chxotickpoptrash @aiforyuu @fineapplehoe (let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)

One, two, three beers later and you were already spilling the tea between you and Yuta, and Jonghyun was more than happy to listen.

“Do you get it? I’m doing everything in my power to make him like me just a little. I don’t want Taeyong to go through all this because of us. He doesn’t deserve anything like this,” you complained.

“I didn’t know Yuta was so passive-aggressive.”

“He’s not. Or, at least I don’t think he is. I just feel like he’s trying to protect his friendship.”

“From you? It doesn’t make sense. I mean, I’ve only known you for a little while but I don’t think you’d want to get in the way of their friendship.” He was right. And he was supportive. And you couldn’t believe you were complaining to him about another guy.

“Okay, enough of this Yuta talk. It’s something that will probably be solved on its own. And we can’t spend all night talking about him, or my problems. Tell me about yourself. Tell me about your friends, your interests, or anything you feel like represents you in any way.” You smiled, hoping he wasn’t already too tired.

“It felt really nice that you talked to me about it. If that’s not getting to know each other, then I don’t know what is.” He paused, took a sip of his drink and continued. “Well, if you’d like so much to know about me, you should know I love biographical movies with elements of fiction, but what I love most is movie soundtracks. Good movie soundtracks, to be exact, but definitely not musicals. They’re not really my thing. In fact, we usually plan movie nights for the entire campus. It’s a nice opportunity to get everyone together, even people from different departments. This Saturday we’re watching The Zodiac Killer.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve already been informed,” you chuckled. “Maybe we can go together, if you’d like.”

“I’d love to. Text me your address and I’ll pick you up around eight. Is that okay?” he asked.

“Perfect.”

As the night progressed, Jonghyun and you bonded quite a lot. He shared with you his love for cats, as well as a picture of his own cat that he adored. You loved how cute he looked when he talked about her, and even asked him to visit his place one day to meet her. Bold, but you were brave enough to do it.

It was getting late and you thought you had to return home at some point. It was your first date, after all. He obviously offered to walk you home and you were smart enough to accept. For the ten minutes it took you to reach your apartment, you continued talking. When you reached the front door, you stopped.

“This is it,” you said.

“We’re already here? That’s too bad.”

“What, you wanted it to be further?”

“No, it’s not that. I just had a great time and I didn’t really want the night to end.” He looked down as he said that, waiting to hear what you thought.

“I had a great time too,” you answered. “But I’ll see you again on Saturday, and your coffee is excellent, so I’ll definitely come by before class.” You both laughed, probably trying to hide a bit of your enthusiasm that you hit it off.

“See you on Saturday then?”

“Definitely.” You were about to unlock the door when he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said, and you were more than willing to.

“What is it-” he cut you off with a kiss, something you definitely didn’t expect. You were surprised for a second but soon returned the kiss. After a few seconds, you both pulled back. You could see him blushing, and that made you feel good. You knew he was just a shy boy that liked you, maybe a bit too much, but he made you feel good. That was all you wanted then.

You looked at each other and didn’t know what to say. You were the first one to break the silence, even though you were completely flustered yourself. “Goodnight,” you said, barely getting yourself together, before kissing him once more.

“Goodnight.”

You went inside your apartment and saw Taeyong sitting with the others, thankfully in the living room, so they couldn’t have seen you with Jonghyun.

“A bit late, aren’t we?” Taeyong teased you.

“Shut up… Do I say anything when you’re out on dates?” you laughed. You said hi to the others and went in your room to change. After a while, Taeyong came in.

“You know, Yuta told me you’re coming with us at the movie night this Saturday. Is that true?”

“Yeah, and Jonghyun will be there too. In fact, he’s picking me up.”

“We could have walked together, but at least I’ll get to open the door and see his face. Maybe even intimidate him a little.”

“Taeyong, are you serious? First of all, you’re the softest person I’ve ever met. How is it possible that you’ll ever intimidate anyone?” you chuckled.

“Thank you so much for the support. You’re a true friend. But, seriously, let me open the door and see his face.”

“Fine,” you agreed and saw the excitement on his face. “Anyway, you should tell your friends to come too.”

“Yeah, I’ll tell them tomorrow.” And so, it happened. You went to class the next day and told Chan, BamBam and Yugyeom, who were overjoyed. They were looking for an opportunity to get to know more people, but also see firsthand how things were between Jonghyun and you.

In the following days you didn’t see Jonghyun much, although you did spend a great part of your day texting him. You had a lot of classes and only saw him a bit when you stopped by the coffee shop to get some coffee, which you knew he made perfectly. You texted a lot though, but everything was quiet, at least until the night of the festival, when hell broke loose.

Chan had once more come over to help you pick out your outfit for the big night. The man had taste; you couldn’t deny that. You had decided on a blue dress with small flowers all over, just because the weather was still warm, and you wanted to dress to impress. What kind of date would it be if you didn’t want to mesmerize your date?

So, when the day came, you left Taeyong responsible for opening the door to Jonghyun, exactly like you promised, and went to your room to get ready. You had your wireless earphones on, so you couldn’t hear a thing of what was going on inside, so you took your time putting your makeup on and doing your hair. You had at least an hour before Jonghyun came to pick you up, and you definitely planned on taking some time to talk with Taeyong before your date came. Moral support was very much needed at times like these.

~ ☼ ~

In the living room, Taeyong was alone, scrolling through his phone. He was starting to get kind of bored when the doorbell rang. It was too early to be Jonghyun, so it could only be one other person.

“Yuta, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at uni helping the other students with preparations?” Taeyong’s wide eyes showed how shocked he was to have found him standing in front of his door.

“It wasn’t my turn today, so I thought I’d come and pick you guys up. See, I told Y/N to come with us too,” he said, trying to brush it off as quickly as he could.

“I know. I told her to bring her friends too. It’s a uni event either way, so I figured it would be nice for them to get to know each other more and meet new people.”

“True. They’re first years, you’re right. It’s hard enough that they’re just starting to live alone, let alone find new friends.”

“Exactly. Besides, Y/N will-” the phone rang. “Wait a sec, it’ll be quick.” And, just like that, Yuta was left alone in your living room, taking his regular seat on the couch. Two minutes later, he saw Taeyong trying to sign at him that this would take a little longer than expected, and to make himself comfortable, which he did for the next fifteen minutes. He went to the kitchen and grabbed some water, went back to his regular seat, and waited for both of you to come out of your rooms.

The doorbell rang.

Yuta thought he should answer the door, because you could have told some of your friends to come by your house before the movie. It made perfect sense. He opened the door with a smile, ready to greet your friends, as the one contact he had with Chan didn’t go that well, but he didn’t see what he expected to.

“Oh, Yuta, I didn’t know you’re Y/N’s friend!” Jonghyun said, smiling at him. “Now that I think about it, you know Taeyong, so that makes sense. Can I come in?”

Yuta stood aside for him to get in but couldn’t muster the courage to say one word to him. He would be there? He would take you to the movie night. It sounded about right, since you had just started dating, but something inside of him didn’t feel right. He knew you’d be with your friends, but with him too? That was pure treason. And treason for what? It wasn’t like he was expecting anything from you, was he?

He shook his head and turned to Jonghyun. “Y/N is still in her room and Taeyong had an important phone call, so can I get you anything?” He kept telling himself he had to be nice, normal. He had to be calm and composed.

“No, I’m good, thanks. No worries.” Jonghyun kept smiling at him, and it drove him crazy.

That was when Taeyong came out of the room. “Sorry, Yuta, Y/N’s mom wanted to check something about some bills, and I had to explain everything to her. Apparently, Y/N was too busy to pick up the phone today, if you know what I mean.” He sighed. He looked at Yuta, who didn’t reply to his comment, then he looked at Jonghyun, who was standing in the middle of the living room smiling at him. “Oh, hi! You must be Jonghyun!”

“Hello, Taeyong. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

After a few moments of silence, Taeyong took Jonghyun to the couch and started slowly interrogating him. He didn’t even know what he wanted to ask him, but he always felt protective as far as you were concerned. He was like your big brother. In the meantime, Yuta sat at the edge of the couch and didn’t say a word until you came out of your room.

“Taeyong, I swear to god if my mom calls you again, I’ll kill her.” You shout from down the hall. “She has to talk to me about this kind of stuff, she can’t keep bothering you when I don’t-” oh shit.

~ ☼ ~

It was the first time after an hour that you had taken off your earphones and felt ready enough to come outside and find Taeyong. You were hoping for some cheering up, but you soon realized that it was definitely out of question. As soon as you entered the living room, you knew you were fucked. You saw Taeyong sitting incredibly close to Jonghyun, who was early to pick you up, and standing as far away from them as possible was Yuta, who didn’t seem to be able to stop staring at you. In fact, all three men were unable to stop staring at you. Taeyong, with his puppy eyes, about to say that you had grown into a beautiful woman, until you gave him a death stare, and the other two seemed kind of…stuck.

Jonghyun was the first one to break the silence. “Y/N, hi. You look beautiful.” He smiled. God, you loved his smile. “Are you ready to go?”

You smiled back and nodded. “Yeah, just let me get my jacket.”

He greeted the others and went to wait outside. You grabbed your jacket and looked at Taeyong, who was smiling like an idiot. You knew that this was a good sign, and that he had liked Jonghyun, so you didn’t bother talking to him anymore. You looked at Yuta, who was still not moving. You were about to say hello, but he beat you to it. “Hello, Y/N. You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, Yuta, you don’t look bad yourself,” you said, and you knew you were lying, because he looked like a god to you. He was wearing a t-shirt and a leather jacket, with ripped jeans and various jewelry, which included the earrings that you liked the most on him. You didn’t move your eyes for a few seconds, and neither did he. Those few moments were filled with tension, which Taeyong picked up and broke off, or else there would have been casualties. “Come on, Y/N, your date is waiting for you!” You nodded and left, leaving the two together. You hoped you’d find them both alive when the movie started.

You walked a bit with Jonghyun, and when you were in a big enough distance from your house, you turned to him and kissed him gently. You didn’t know if this was too rushed, as you had only exchanged one kiss the other night and it hadn’t been that long since you met each other, but it felt right to you, and you realized it felt right to him as well, as he couldn’t stop smiling. He was practically looking at you with heart eyes.

“I didn’t want to say too much in your house, because I thought we should be alone when I did, but Y/N, you’re stunning today.”

“Thank you, and yes, I know what you mean. Taeyong can be a handful sometimes. Sorry if he was too annoying.” You laughed.

“No, he was really nice. To be honest, I’d never really talked to him before, and he seemed pretty nice.”

“Then, what?”

“Y/N, you didn’t… Oh, never mind. Let’s go and find our seats, the movie starts in a few minutes.”

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