#this night has opened my eyes is the best for ceiling staring karaoke

[supersonicbitchinnit]

I fucking love staring at the ceiling and singing along to or dancing around the kitchen late at night to the smiths there is something about it that just makes me so happy

#barbarism begins at home is the best for dancing #this night has opened my eyes is the best for ceiling staring karaoke #the smiths

[asmo-ds]

Hello again! I know that you aren't taking requests at the moment, and might be awhile until then but I want to ask you this. Can you one where MC turns into a child, but can only remember things from that age. For example, turning 5 you only have your 5 year old memories. And the things they remember are bad since they had a abusive past? So they would be scared of the brothers and flinch to small things because if this. Thanks!

w/ scared child!MC

TW: Mentions of Past Abuse

- As if his blood pressure wasn’t high enough already

- He gets a call from MC’s teacher in their Curses 101 class and is informed that MC made a mistake and is with Diavolo in his office

- He storms to Diavolo’s office with the intent to rip MC a new one, but is surprised when he yells their name as he slams the door open and is met with a crying toddler cowering in the corner

- He picks up the child recognizing it as MC and tries to soothe them, and succeeds much to everyone’s surprise

- The paternal instincts he had with Satan come back and he is ready to keep MC safe until the curse has run it’s course

- He brings them back to the House of Lamentation, wrapping them under his coat against his chest to hide them from his brothers who were sure to cause some sort of mischief

- He texts his brothers to inform them that MC has agreed to stay in the castle tonight to hang out with Diavolo to prevent them from looking for them

- He gives MC some blank paper and sets them on the ground away from his desk with some crayons

- He focuses on paper work as MC starts to get more comfortable with him and starts babbling to themselves about random things and coloring 

- When he sees one of his paperwork stacks fall he gets annoyed and stands up to scold MC, but when he sees they’re crying and cowering away from him he leans down and starts picking up the papers quietly

- He reaches a hand out and MC flinches and starts to cry more as they apologize, but are shocked when he just gives them a pat on the head

- Eventually when MC gets sleepy he lets them sit on his lap while he does paperwork

- He goes into his demon form once they are fast asleep and wraps his wings protectively around them as he stares down at their baby cheeks as little snores come from them

- He wonders about their past and why they would act the way they do and he rests his chin on his head with both his wings and his arms around them as he falls asleep as well

- He falls asleep imagining having a kid with MC and how he would protect both of them from everything that comes their way

- He was the reason it happened

- He was bored and trying to get MC’s attention during potions class, and MC got annoyed when he refused to stop poking their cheek, so they swing at his hand that then knocked into the unfinished potion which tipped over, resulting in a tiny MC appearing before him

- All the demons around them looked hungry at the sight of an innocent human child, so Mammon immediately wrapped them up in his jacket (since they didn’t exactly fit in their own clothes anymore..) and sprints back home

- The second he steps in the door, MC swings their foot at his no no square and sprints away screaming and crying

- He sprints after them, capturing the squirming toddler with ease as he brings them to the kitchen and sets them on the counter

- He starts to dig through the fridge- usually if human children are fussy they want food right ?!

- He tries to feed MC, who sits there petrified by the food they present

- So he goes to Leviathan, the only person who would have human world food

- Levi yells at Mammon the second he comes into his room holding MC’s tiny hand

- When Leviathan stands up looking ready to fight, Mammon feels tiny hands clinging to his jeans, trembling with fear

- He remembers MC once mentioned their childhood not being too great as they had showed him a small scar from their past

- He goes into protection mode and transforms, wrapping MC up with his wings to shelter them from the raging snake boy

- “Don’t ya worry, kiddo! You’ve got the GREAT Mammon here, and my wings will shield us from the raging nerd!” he entertains them

- After getting some candy from Levi, he brings MC, who seems to be warming up to him, to his room, where they find fascination in his prized possessions

- He panics when he sees them run to his car and climb in the driver’s seat

- He follows them and sits in the passenger’s seat, buckling up as they pretend to drive super fast and furious

- He plays along with them and for the rest of the night he does stuff like making them “fly” and playing pretend

- At one point he takes them for a real fly, which ends with Lucifer hanging him from the ceiling for endangering the exchange student and not informing him of the mishap

- He had been doing online classes when he heard noises from the kitchen

- He left class early, opting to investigate to see if some normie had broken into the dorms

- When he arrived and saw a small child in the kitchen rummaging through drawers and making a mess, he screeches

- MC falls over, crying and wailing begging him not to hurt them

- He was still unaware that it was MC- so he ran to MC’s room, knowing they had stayed home sick that day and dedicated their sick day to practicing curses

- No MC is found and he panics even more

- That’s when he realizes why the fear in the kid’s eyes looked so familiar, he had recognized those fearful eyes from the TSL quiz when he lost his temper

- He sprints back and sees MC had fled the kitchen, lucky for him they left a trail of the food they’d spilled on themselves

- He finds MC hiding under the sofa in the common room, covering their eyes and shaking

- He gently reaches out and flinches back as they scream at the feeling of his touch

- He gently lays next to the couch and looks at them, leaving them alone until hey calm down, not wanting to scare them more

- When they do calm down he asks if they know him, to which they respond no and that they had honestly thought he was their dad

- His heart breaks as he realizes what MC must’ve been through if they heard yelling and could barely look long enough to realize he wasn’t their dad before they felt they had to run and hide

- He makes a mental note to cast a curse on MC’s dad later

- Does NOT want them in his room because of his precious Ruri-chan figurines

- So he tells them to stay put and runs to grab some of his older action figures he didn’t really care for anymore

- Will also dress up with them using older cosplays that he also does not care much for

- Humiliated when his brothers see him and the child dressed up as anime girls, so he picks them up and runs 

- When he is tutoring MC he hears them misspeak and before he knows it a small child stands before him, blinking up at him before screaming “stranger danger!” and sprinting away

- He chases them around his room, doing his best to guide them to avoid his cursed books, and eventually corners them

- When he catches them by the wrist they scream and look at him with terror in their eyes

- This is where he remembers a late night talk MC had with him about their childhood and he suddenly feels very guilty

- He sits on the ground and picks up the most child friendly book he can find and starts reading out loud

- MC slowly inches towards him until he extends out his arm, beckoning them to come sit with him

- MC runs to his lap and sits, hiding their face in his chest and clutching his shirt as if they’re afraid he’ll get mad

- He gently plays with their hair and reads to them for an hour or so until he hears soft snoring

- He tucks MC into his bed before getting up and trying to find a way to lift the curse

- While reading through a curse removal book he hears screaming from the other side of the room, so he runs out from behind his multiple book cases and sees Lucifer holding a screaming and crying MC with a look of anger and confusion

- Lucifer turns to question Satan but before words can leave his mouth Satan has flung him against the book case while removing MC from his hold and sheltering them from Lucifer

- He tells Lucifer to get out as he cradles the crying child holding onto him for dear life and is a little shocked- but very relieved -when Lucifer leaves and only says “fix this and then find me so we can talk.”

- Satan is very very protective over MC and is constantly holding their hand and stuff

- When he finds out the curse will lift itself after about 24 hours of it having been cast he is relieved

- He will play with MC and teach them stuff all night and locks his bedroom door so they won’t see anyone else and get scared again because he just wants them to feel safe

- After MC falls asleep and he tucks them in he watches their sleeping face with a soft smile and can’t help but wonder if he and MC would have kids as cute as MC in the future

- Asmodeus is NOT a fan of kids don’t @ me

- The avatar of lust was shocked when he walked into MC’s room and found a toddler on the floor that looked eerily similar

- At first he would think of MC as snotty and messy and gross kid that he didn’t want anywhere near him so he’d be scolding them and telling them to go away

- When he looks down at the tiny human after telling them to just leave him alone very harshly he is shocked to see the terror on their face as they step back slowly as if bracing for impact

- Confused he goes to pick them up so that he can talk to them easier

- They kick and scream at him looking horrified of whatever he was about to do next

- He panics and tries to soothe them by holding them close and petting their head slowly and gently

- Once they calm down he is able to think clearly and realizes it must’ve had something to do with their childhood as he knew they had once said it wasn’t a good one

- He decides to put his own joy aside for the day by allowing them to hangout with him no matter how snotty and gross children may be

- He plays dress up with them and will do karaoke with them

- Whenever one of his brothers does anything that frightens MC he will be picking MC up to bring them back to his room before he goes back out there to have a bit of a “talk” with his rowdy brothers.

- He eventually falls asleep with them on his chest sighing happily and overwhelmed by the happiness he felt at getting to see MC as a child

- The experience made him start to want kids, which he had never wanted before

- When MC turns into a small human child he has to leave the room for a minute so he won’t eat them since they’re so small and vulnerable

- When he comes back and finds the contents of the fridge have been thrown about the room by the child he is like WTFFFF

- He goes Demon form seeing all the food ruined and MC screams and cries running away toward the door

- When the door opens to reveal Levi (who screams at the sight of a tiny MC) MC gets even more scared at the fact they’re surrounded by strangers

- MC hides in a cabinet covering their ears and squeezing their eyes shut waiting for someone to come pull them out 

- When Beel reaches in to pull them out gently MC flinches and lets out a loud sob

- “I’m sorry for making a mess I promise I’ll be good please don’t hurt me!” MC cries scooting further against the back wall of the cabinet

- He tries to coax MC out of the cabinet

- When he does he picks them up and hugs them softly 

- Beel decides to play with MC and wear them out so they will eventually fall asleep

- He takes them outside and they play in the back yard for hours 

- Eventually chasing after the toddler wears out Beel and he falls asleep on the couch in the living room

- MC sits on top of him and watches TV before screaming because Devildom TV is very scary to a human child

- He is very good at comforting them 

- He was asleep when it happened

- He woke up to tiny hands pulling at his hair as he yelped out in pain

- He pushed whatever had attacked him off the bed and shoots up - making eye contact with the small human

- He had to be dreaming, theres no way the human actually managed to mess up a spell this badly

- Is reminded that he is in fact NOT dreaming when MC moves to pull at his hair again

- He curses and pushes them off again which makes them cry

- Annoyed with MC, he picks them up and puts them next to him in the bed, urging MC not to pull his hair again

- They do though because they are a child and don’t really understand the situation they’re in

- When he yells MC flinches and runs away crying for their mom to help them

- He suddenly remembers everything MC had told him about their childhood and he feels very very guilty

- feels even worse when they return being carried by a very pissed off Lucifer who is humiliated to have the child referring to him as “mommy”

- Belphie can’t help but laugh as Lucifer looks ready to strangle the child, so he takes MC and uses his powers to make them fall asleep quickly- hoping that they’ll sleep over whatever they had cursed themselves with

#obey me headcanons #obey me headcannon #om! headcanons #obey me headcannons #om! headcannon #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me luficer #obey me asmodeus #obey me fluff #obey me hc #obey me hcs #obey me fluff hc #obey me angst hc

[crowdedimagines]

Spill It - Harry Styles

an// i literally love the spill your guts concept, but hopefully this is a new take on it! also, this is not going to be chronologically correct to real life, that’s the fun of fiction! also in a world without covid

“I will never understand how you continue to convince people to do this.” I sigh, taking in the table in front of me.

“Let’s take a look at what Y/n here is so fond of.” James teases before giving the table a good spin, showing off all of its contents, “To start we’ve got salmon smoothie, beef tongue, bird saliva, scorpion, fish head, hot sauce, bull penis, and finally, the water beetle. I think you’re both familiar with the rules of this game.”

“I’m sure.” Niall smiles, turning his head towards mine and I nod in agreement.

Niall and I go way back, having been friends for years. We met back in 2013 when I opened for One Direction’s tour. I quickly become close with all of them. One more so than the others. Harry. He and I just clicked, everyone knew it. It took months for us to start dating, afraid that we would ruin the good thing we had, but neither of us wanted to wait anymore. You can’t pass up a connection like that.

“Niall, I will ask you the first question.” James announces, “We’ll go with the salmon smoothie.”

“Oh god.” He mutters.

James lets out a loud laugh and covers his face in shock over the question. He turns it to me so I can catch a glimpse before he reads it out-loud and my jaw drops.

“You might as well drink now, not even hear the question.” I tease, leaning across the table.

“Niall, who is your least favorite member of One Direction?”

Niall’s head drops in defeat, even though he was sure going into this a question like this would be brought up. He just wishes it could’ve been on something a little easier to choke down.

“Drink up, babe.” I smile, a teasing smile crossing my face.

“Fuck.” He shakes his head.

“I can’t… “ He reaches for the glass and throws it back, it takes a few seconds for the sludge to finally shift and he can get a mouthful. A sour look takes over his face as soon as it reaches his taste buds. He quickly leans down to spit it in the bucket.

“That’s horrendous.” He coughs, “It was like a salmon yogurt.”

“Alright Niall, your turn to ask Y/n.”

I smile politely to my friend of many years who takes on a sinister look once he’s read the question.

“Please be nice.” I stick out my bottom lip.

“Right right.” He laughs, spinning the table as he takes in his options.

“Don’t forget I have a very good memory, especially of the years spent on a shared tour bus…” I chaff.

“Don’t remind me.” He settles on the hot sauce, thankfully one of the lesser evil options. I would take this over anything else on the table.

I did crash on their bus more than my own. It started because they were fun, barely older than me, but then when Harry and I started dating we became. Even sharing a bunk as uncomfortable as it was most nights. Those boys grew up with me, and I’m thankful to still be in good contact with all of them.

“You recently welcomed your third god-child into the world when Zayn Malik and Gigi Hadid welcomed their daughter to the world.”

“Yes, I did.” I smile at the cheering audience. I have managed to do the impossible in staying close with all of the boys since the hiatus. Well, all but one. Gigi and I met years ago, and I introduced the pair at an award show. The other boys had their reason for making me god mother, but it did give me this monopoly on all of the One Direction children. 

“You are actually the god-mother to all three of the One Direction children. Who’s your favorite?”

My jaw drops at the question. Who had the audacity to ask that? To think I could ever answer that about any of my little nieces and nephews. The audience cheers in shock over the question as well.

“You’re joking.” I scoff, “They’re children, I could never pick a favorite!”

“How about your least favorite then?” James teases.

“You lot are all horrendous!”

I grab the shot glass and down the hot sauce immediately. I love all of them way too much to ever pick. I’m sure it’s exactly what they expected with a question like that. It burns for a few seconds and I put the glass back and try to shake it off.

“Nice one!” Niall cheers.

“Now James-” I clear my throat, the hot sauce catching up with me, “Name one guest that you would never invite back to the show.” I bite back a smile and fan my face with the card.  

James looks up into the camera as if he actually wants to answer.

“C’mon, you can do it! Just for once.” I grin like a little kid in a candy store, I want him to answer. I want to know, and it would be nice to finally get him to reveal an answer like this.

“Are you trying to get this show canceled?” He turns to one of the producers off screen. He looks between them and the water beetle I’ve placed in front of him. He gives his head one last shake before throwing it down the hatch.

“Niall, it’s your last night on Earth, you can either spend it with your ex girlfriend Ellie Goulding or Selena Gomez?”

He goes back and forth, trying to be polite with his answer before eventually picking Ellie.

“Y/n, who is your favorite member of One Direction?” Niall asks, the smirk growing wider with every word he utters.

The crowd roars, knowing very well of my relationship from a few years ago. One that people still brought up regularly in both Harry and my life due to us remaining friendly. 

“What is up with you guys wanting to know my favorites?” I roll my eyes, “Give me something I can actually answer.”

“Fine! I’ll ask you one!” Niall grins, an evil and family glint in his eyes appearing, “What songs have you written about Harry?”

A red hue takes over my face again, only this time it’s not from the hot sauce.

“Either that, or the bird saliva.” He grins, showing off a wide smile. If only we weren’t on national television and I could smack it off.

“It smells like wet dog.” I sigh, I pick it up giving it a whiff before setting it back down on the table, “Could I name one song?”

Niall and James exchange a look before the nod accepting it. 

“I wrote the song Everything about him.” I smile. It shouldn’t exactly be a surprise to most people, there were clues. Both of our fans were smart enough to catch on and read between the lines. It was a song I released almost two years ago, the album following our breakup.

It was a powerful song, it quickly became one of the favorites of my fans. It’s also one of the few that I don’t perform. I can’t think of a time I’ve sung that song without crying, it wasn’t meant for the stage. It was meant to be played in your bedroom while you stare at your ceiling. People have always understood that. 

“It’s a lovely song.” Niall smiles knowingly.

“Thank you.” I smile, I move on and reach out to ask James his question.

“James, you have been blessed to have both Niall and I on for carpool karaoke.” I smile at Niall, “Which one did you enjoy more?”

I can’t fight off the laughter that takes over. As if it isn’t hard enough to answer questions like these, it’s only upped the ante by having us both here.

“You’re kidding.” He dabs away the sweat on his forehead.

“It’s okay, Niall won’t be that offended.” I reassure and stick out my tongue at Niall.

“You’re an arse.” Niall laughs with the roll of his eyes.

In the middle of Niall and I acting like children bickering, James tears off a bite of the cows tongue without another word.

“Oh god.” I turn away from the unpleasant sight.

“That’s rank.” Niall huffs.

Niall answers his next question from James again, successfully getting away without eating anything.

“Y/n, if the past four years you have gotten into acting. You have made quite a name for yourself on the big screen as well as on the stage.” Niall begins.

“I don’t like where this is going.” I laugh.

“Rank your co-stars from your past films best to worst; Dylan O’Brian, Logan Lerman, and John Boyega.” Niall smacks his knee with a laugh.

“I have been blessed to work with so many talented actors” I start, picking up the terrifying looking bug that has been placed in front of me.

“Mhm.” James agrees with an evil smile on his face.

“So talented, that I could never rank them.” I throw back the scorpion before I can second guess myself. I manage to chew enough of it for it to count before spitting it out as gracefully as I can.

That’s a wrap after that, enough time getting juicy content out of us quite literally either spilling or filling our guts. I give Niall a hug before going back to my dressing room. I couldn’t be more thankful to share the couch tonight with a long time friend.

I drive home, eager to go home and relax. The episode won’t air until later tonight which gives me a couple hours of peace from Twitter. I take a bath and make myself some dinner, before eventually climbing into bed and turning on the TV to watch the episode.

It’s good, fun to watch back. Niall and I make a good pair, easy to read the friendship on camera. In time the episode ends and I turn off the TV and decide to go to bed. It’s been a long day full of press. Before I can actually drift off my phone lighting up and vibrating on my nightstand grabs my attention.

You are my everything too. xx

PART TWO??????

#harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #Harry Styles

[yamag00ps]

the in-between

pairing: akaashi x reader x bokuto

genre: friends to lovers, love triangle

contains: angst, fluff

word count: 3.3k

summary: What is the difference between the process of falling in love versus actually being in love?

note: this is longer than the others but it’s definitely my favorite part of all four :’) thank you for your patience! I had a lot of fun writing this and ngl I gave myself some butterflies.. Kjgfhbk ANYWAY! the flashback is a week before kuroo’s birthday party! after the flashback, the story resumes to akaashi and bokuto outside of kuroo’s apartment where the last chapter left off. I highly recommend listening to the songs mentioned while reading because it’ll really help you visualize the tone and mood of the story <3 enjoy!

 part 1, part 2, part 3

songs: can’t help falling in love (cover) - kina grannis crazy for you - madonna

flashback - a week ago

Kina Grannis’s cover of Can’t Help Falling In Love played from Bokuto’s speakers as your eyes were glued to the screen. You’ve watched the wedding scene in the movie Crazy Rich Asians a million times, but it never failed to put stars in your eyes. Nick and Rachel gazed at each other, despite an entire wedding unfolding in front of them as if they were falling in love for the first time all over again. You were in awe of how the film captured the feeling of falling in love so flawlessly, without a single word being spoken.

Your eyes watered as Bokuto silently chuckled to himself. You came over for a movie night, but it seemed that Bokuto was watching you watch the movie instead. Akaashi was out of town to see family for a couple of days, so it was just the two of you for the night.

Bokuto found his own eyes watering as well, but not because of the movie. You looked over at him from the other end of the couch and he quickly turned back to the TV.

“Wait are you also crying?” You sniffled. Bokuto threw a pillow at you and scoffed, “..No.”

“What?! I’m just asking! I’m not judging,” your giggle turned into a sigh. “It’s magical.”

He smiled at the small pout on your face.

“Yeah,” he agreed. Magical.

Eventually, the end credits rolled and you both scrolled on your phones for a bit, your head laying on one arm of the couch and his head on the other.

“Have you ever been in love?” You lay your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling.

“Hm.. I actually don’t know,” Bokuto scrunched his eyebrows slightly, “I think I’ve been close to it though.” He peeked over his phone at you. The television screen was now black, the moonlight being the only source of light in the room. You seemed to be deep in thought, hair disheveled from laying down for two hours, and lips slightly swollen from crying because of the movie. Beautiful was an understatement. Bokuto put his phone down to fully look at you, pure adoration and a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“Do you think there’s a difference between falling in love and being in love?” You asked.

“I guess falling in love is when you believe you could eventually be in love with someone.”

“That’s a pretty way to put it,” you hummed in agreement.

“I wonder how long that ‘in-between’ time is, then,” you added, “like, if you think of it as a spectrum--beginning to fall in love on one side and then actually being in love on the opposite end. There’s that ‘in-between’ kind of grey area.” Bokuto watched in amusement as you talked with your hands.

Little did you know that that was where Bokuto currently was--the in-between of falling in love and being in love. With you. Bokuto smiled sadly upon realizing this. He was struggling not to cross that grey area, knowing it would only hurt him if he did. He couldn’t reach that far end of the spectrum, as it was currently reserved for his best friend.

At this point, Bokuto was well aware of his closest friends’ budding feelings for one another. It was in the way Akaashi looked at you when you weren’t paying attention. It was in your doe eyes every time you used Akaashi’s first name.

Bokuto had refused to confront his best friend for weeks now, convincing himself that if he ignored it long enough, it would go away and his premonitions wouldn’t be true. He also wasn’t ready to let go of his feelings for you, wanting to relish in them, without reserve, just a little longer. He was being selfish, not wanting something that felt so beautiful and pure to end just yet--even if it was unrequited.

However, despite everything, he found comfort in his feelings for you whether you reciprocated them or not. The feelings he had for you were so special, and most importantly, they were his alone. No one could take them away from him--not you, not Akaashi.

Until he met you, he had never known what it was like to feel so strongly for anyone. He had never experienced caring for someone so unconditionally and so purely. It felt like magic.

Magic. That was the only word that did you justice.

Bokuto was never going to forget these feelings and this was both a blessing and a curse.

“Bo?” you pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Hm?”

“I think I’m in that in-between right now.”

You didn’t elaborate, but you didn’t have to. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. At the end of this conversation, it was time for him to let you go.

Thank you, he thought. Thank you for the magic.

“I think he might be too.”

end flashback

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“I know.”

Akasshi opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. How long has Bokuto known? Was it that obvious? Has Bokuto been silently resenting him all this time? If Bokuto knew, did you know too?

The two of them were now sitting on the steps of the building’s stairway with murmurs of the party on the other side of the door filling the silence. Bokuto’s head hung low as he contemplated what to say next.

“I’m sorry. I.. I won’t do anything about it if you don’t want me to,” Akaashi broke the silence.

Bokuto only shook his head at this, not saying a word. For the first time, Akaashi couldn’t read his best friend’s expression. Why did he look so defeated?

“I’d be a pretty shitty friend if I got in your way,” Bokuto finally spoke up.

“What? No, you knew her first. You have every righ--”

“I know I do,” Bokuto slightly smirked and nudged his best friend, “but she doesn’t look at me the way she looks at you.” Bokuto wasn’t angry. He almost seemed relieved, but Akaashi couldn’t pinpoint why.

Akaashi’s lips parted but was rendered speechless again. Was that true? He wanted to hope it was, but the guilt was eating him alive at this point. Truly nothing could have prepared him for this conversation.

“I’m not gonna lie, dude,” Bokuto let out a shaky sigh, “I want to be mad at you.”

Akaashi sighed and apologized again. He didn’t know what else to say.

“But that wouldn’t be fair. You can’t help how you feel and neither can she,” he shrugged.

“But I don’t even know if she likes me.”

Bokuto scoffed at this.

“Akaashi, I know I can be dense and a bit of an airhead sometimes, but even I can see it.” He snorted at his best friend’s obliviousness.

“You know, she asked me if you were single after you first met,” he quietly added with hesitancy in his voice.

“She did?”

“Yeah. At the time.. I convinced myself that I didn’t have to tell you because I assumed you didn’t care, but I was just being selfish,” Bokuto admitted.

“I don’t blame you. That’s fair,” Akaashi shrugged. The air around them seemed to feel less suffocating.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I’m really sorry. I mean it,” Akaashi added.

“Don’t be. You would have done the same for me,” Bokuto said sincerely. Akaashi didn’t have to say anything more, they both knew this was true.

Both of their phones chimed at once, receiving texts from you.

Y/N: where did you both go? I need a partner for pong :p

Y/N: wait who is even DD tonight

“Speak of the devil,” Bokuto joked. Akaashi stared at the screen a second longer.

“..Are you sure?” Akaashi asked for confirmation once more.

“Yeah man, I’ll get over it,” Bokuto forced a smile, “Now go find her before I change my mind.” He playfully punched his friend’s arm, though there was an edge to his voice.

“My only request is that you don’t do anything in front of me,” Bokuto added, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.

“Of course not, I’m not a dick,” Akaashi scoffed, a bit offended at the request. Bokuto snorted at this.

“Debatable.”

The rest of the night was enjoyable, though Akaashi ended up not making a move, not wanting to take advantage of you while intoxicated. However, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t secretly enjoy how extra touchy you were, especially when you would discreetly yet casually reach for his hand every ten minutes.

But there was a specific moment of that night the two of you would ingrain into your minds.

A random girl stood at the front of the room, microphone in hand, as the opening lyrics to Madonna’s Crazy For You ran across the screen. This was your favorite karaoke song as a child, Akaashi knew this. He watched you from across the room and chuckled at the way your eyes widened and your tired figure suddenly sat up on the couch as you recognized the song. You caught his stare and rolled your eyes at his teasing, a slight blush on your face forming as you realized he was watching you.

I love this song, you mouthed. He smiled.

I know, he mouthed back. You smiled.

As the 80's hit played, you and a handful of other people sang along. Akaashi watched in amusement as you soulfully sang the lyrics with the girl next to you. Every now and then you would lock eyes with him and playfully point, singing the words as if they were directed at him.

I see you through the smokey air

Can’t you feel the weight of my stare?

You’re so close but still a world away

What I’m dying to say,

Akaashi was thankful for the dim lighting masking the blush growing on his cheeks. He shook his head with a smirk as you pointed at him, ignoring the growing ache in his heart. You have no idea what you do to me, he thought.

Is that I’m crazy for you

Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true

I never wanted anyone like this

It’s all brand new

He watched as you swayed your body to the music, singing with your eyes squeezed shut. At one point you put a hand over your mouth in embarrassment as you jumbled the lyrics. He shook his head again, laughing to himself. You laughed with him as your gaze softened before you sang the next line.

Eye to eye, we need no words at all

Akaashi smiled back at you, wondering how someone who had been drinking all night managed to look so lovely.

Soon we two are standing still in time

If you read my mind, you’ll see

I’m crazy for you

The two of you seemed to be in your own little world, despite being on opposite sides of the room. Your face was starting to hurt from smiling, drunk on both alcohol and emotion. Anyone paying attention would have seen the hearts in both of your eyes.

Everything seemed to fade away from your periphery and all you saw was him. His gaze refused to leave yours as he was convinced that if he looked away for a split second, he would somehow lose you. In a room full of jumbled voices, the silent adoration you shared was deafening.

You felt like you were floating while simultaneously feeling the adrenaline of going downhill on a rollercoaster. Your heart felt like it was going to burst at any given moment, but you have also never felt so at peace. You struggled to comprehend the duality of the serenity and chaos coursing through your veins--and then it hit you.

This was the grey area. This was the in-between.

You were falling in love with Akaashi Keiji.

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A week had passed since the party and Akaashi still had yet to confess--the adrenaline from that night slowly vanished, replaced with an irrational anxiety of running out of time.

Ever since he got home that night, Akaashi had been wracking his brain trying to figure out how to properly confess. Being the over thinker he is, he went through every scenario possible in his head, rewording his sentences over and over. The longer he waited, the more discouraged he became.

Strangely enough, the one who brought him back down to earth whenever he would get too in his head about his feelings was the source of his restlessness itself--you. Somehow you were both his chaos and his calm.

As the days passed, you noticed that he had become distracted more often than usual.

You two had been studying in the library for hours when you noticed that Akaashi’s mind seemed elsewhere. By now, you had memorized his tells like your favorite book. His knee bobbed up and down under the table, his hair was disheveled from repeatedly running his hands through it, and his eyes glazed over the textbook in front of him, not having turned a single page in the past twenty minutes. You knew he hadn’t gotten anything done since you sat down.

You closed your laptop and waited for him to match your gaze. It wasn’t until you rested your hand on his bobbing knee that he looked up at you and became aware of the amount of tension in his body. You gave him a small but sincere smile, wordlessly asking if he was okay. You rubbed his knee and he immediately relaxed at your touch, relief rushing through him.

Your timing was always perfect--constantly pulling him out of his overwhelming thoughts as if you could read his mind.

“Let’s take a break,” you whispered. He placed his hand on top of yours and gave it a squeeze, nodding.

It was funny--the concept of you distracting him from his thoughts about you.

The two of you ended up at the mall, people watching from a bench. This had become a favorite pastime for the both of you--picking out random passersby and creating extensive backstories about their lives. It was a way to destress and put your own lives on hold for a bit.

You spotted a couple sitting on a bench far enough away for you to talk about them.

“Those two are secretly pining for each other,” you nodded your head in their direction.

“Hm. Are they in love?”

“Oh no, not yet at least,” you speculated.

“And how do you know?” Akaashi mused.

“They’re sitting too far away from each other,” you stated matter-of-factly. Akaashi silently noted the distance between the two of you and compared.

“Huh. Okay,” He scooted closer, not being discreet at all. You held back a smile and refused to meet his gaze.

“How else can you tell?” He watched you intently, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“He’s giving her too much eye contact. He’s not nervous enough.” Akaashi scrunched his eyebrows in thought. Noted, he thought. Just as you looked up at him, he swiftly turned his head the opposite way with a small smirk on his face.

Doing your best to ignore him, you asked a question this time.

“Who do you think will make the first move?”

“Oh, definitely the guy,” Akaashi stated confidently.

“Oh?”

“It’s in his body language. His body is fully facing her,” Akaashi mimicked his position, now fully facing you with his right arm resting on the top of the bench behind you. You leaned back with your arms crossed, still facing forward to avoid looking at him. You felt his arm fall from the bench to your shoulders, his hand now tracing circles into your shoulder.  

“And what does that mean?” you rolled your eyes, still refusing to face him. Your heart warmed as he mindlessly took one of your hands and started playing with your fingers.

“It means..” Akaashi took a deep breath as if he had prepared a full-blown explanation. You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to finish, eyes still on the couple. When he took too long to continue, you turned to face him and silently gasped upon realizing how close his face was to yours.

You felt yourself stop breathing as he hesitated before speaking. He kept his voice low as if he was sharing top-secret information.

“He really wants to kiss her.” It wasn’t until now that you realized the proximity of your faces in this position. His eyes bore into yours, flickering to your lips as if to ask for permission.

“Do you think she’d kiss him back?” you held your breath, your gaze also lowering to his lips.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” he whispered, his lips just barely grazing yours.

You closed your eyes as you slightly tilted your head up, your lips lightly pressing against his, lingering a bit before pulling away. It was short and sweet. You looked down shyly, biting back a smile.

Akaashi watched you, his eyes low. He didn’t wait all this time for short and sweet. His left hand lifted your chin up as he attached his lips to yours again, kissing you with more passion this time. You held onto his wrist and kissed him back, matching his fervor.

“Keiji..” you barely managed to let out, as he wouldn’t stop kissing you (not that you were complaining).

If he initially thought your first name in his mouth was sweet.. The taste of his first name coming from your lips while they were melting into his? Jesus. His brain was short-circuiting.

You groaned upon realizing you were in a public space, but you couldn’t find the willpower to pull away either. All of Akaashi’s inhibitions were out the window. The only thing that mattered right now was you, as you wiped away every lingering trace of doubt, fear, and worry from his mind with every kiss.

“Keiji!” You laughed, attempting to pull away only for him to grab your chin and pull you back in.

One more, he thought.

“We’re the,” one more, “stereotypical,” another, “couple,” another one, “making out in the,” another, “middle,” one more, “of a,” last one, “mall,” for now. You giggled in between kisses. Akaashi chuckled and got a hold of himself, finally pulling away and resting his forehead on yours.

“Sorry,” he smiled shyly. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You closed your eyes and blushed furiously at this. He pulled back further to get a better look at you with an eyebrow cocked.

“Couple, huh?” You already began shaking your head. “Wow at least ask me on a date first, you can’t skip important steps like that, F/N.”

“You kissed me first!” you laughed as you pushed him away.

“Did I, though?”

It took you a second to realize he was right. You were the one to lean into the first kiss. Ugh.

“Oh my god I’m leaving,” you walked off as you fought the smile on your face, not being able to handle his teasing any longer. He threw his head back laughing and quickly caught up to you. He tugged your hand and pulled you into him as his arm hooked around your shoulders again. You peeked up to catch him grinning ear to ear. He looked down at you, and pressed a kiss on your forehead. Not saying another word, you leaned into his hold and sighed.

You thought about all of the wordless moments the two of you shared. Akaashi Keiji wasn’t a very talkative person, but he didn’t have to be. All it took was one look, without a single word spoken, and you knew.

This was what falling in love felt like.

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a/n: it’s finally done! thank you all for waiting!!! also, your feedback means so much and inspires me to keep writing so thank you all so much <3 (p.s. I love bokuto so so much I felt so bad hurting him but I’ll write something else to make it up to him lmao) also can I just say I love the way the chapter begins with her in awe of the love she saw on tv and then it ends with her finding that exact feeling with akaashi :p full circle hehe

part 1, part 2, part 3

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[ddarker-dreams]

Puppet Strings. Yan Ghost Josuke x Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Josuke’s temper flaring, typical yandere elements, brief alcohol mention. Word count: 3.1k

i.

You didn’t think much of it when you saw your window wide open. 

No, it wasn’t that particular moment that sent alarm bells ringing. It’s remarkable what the human mind is capable of scrounging up to justify an otherwise horrifying situation. Moving from one place to another is an exhausting effort -- you reasoned to yourself -- maybe you reopened it and forgot. That sounds perfectly plausible. Sleep came easily to you that night and all was forgotten the next morning. There were some other minor occurrences, cabinets being open, the television flickering. Nothing incriminating, nothing to worry about. 

For a time, this logic worked in your best interest. The last straw was when your personal belongings started going missing. Lip glosses, shirts, and even some sketchbooks. Contacting the police served to be no help. When they asked who could hold a vendetta against you, you had no solid leads. You’d only been in Morioh a little over a month. Earning an adversary in that short a time felt unlikely, if not impossible. Classmates were interviewed, their alibis clearing them of possible suspects, the investigation stagnant. Your neighbors hadn’t seen questionable figures lurking around your home. Days went by, and a few patrols later, the police claimed there wasn’t much else they could do. There were no signs of breaking and entering, no fingerprints, no leads. 

No peace of mind.

You’ve explored every logical avenue. Not knowing what to do next is the worst part, it’s what serves to frustrate you the most. Sighing, you dry your hands off, mulling over what to do next. Now that you’ve finished washing the dishes, there are no other chores to procrastinate with. Guess I better get started on that project, you think. God, but it’s so hard to focus anymore. 

Without noticing it, you felt drawn to the living room. Anyone would understand, that from the stress you’ve suffered, it’s fine to take a break. A distraction from reality sounds great right about now. Your PlayStation 2, which has been collecting dust, can finally get used. The multiplayer games are bugged -- a Player 2 shows up even when you play it with yourself -- so you haven’t used it in some time. Scanning over the various game choices, you never get a chance to pick one out. 

“Huh, so they released a sequel to that?” An unknown voice, masculine and lighthearted, chimes in behind you. Your immediate reaction is to whip your head back, searching for the source. Heart pounding, you realize this is exactly what you feared. That whoever was stalking you would eventually come to settle things for seeking help from law enforcement. You don’t see him, even though the voice had been close enough to assume he’s behind you. There’s no way you imagined it. Where is he? 

That’s when you see him. 

Whether or not it was intentional, he stands blocking your path to the kitchen, where your phone is. A young man of imposing size, easily dwarfing you. His style throws you off, it’s like he was ripped from another time. That hair… a pompadour? Narrowing your eyes, you stand from your kneeling position, preparing to hold your ground. He might be blocking your ability to call the police, but there’s still the option of running out the front door to alert your neighbors. It’ll be fine, you tell yourself, not entirely convinced. Just don’t panic. 

“Who are you?” Is the first question that slips past your lips. There’s unfiltered hostility in the words, despite your hesitation to aggravate him. Your eyebrows furrow when he puts his hands up in defense. It gives an impression of mockery in an otherwise grave scenario.

“Woah, calm down there,” he lets out a nervous chuckle that further irks you. “You can call me Higashikata Josuke.”

This person -- Josuke -- is acting too casual about this. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’s the source of your torment these past few weeks. How else could he be standing in your home, acting in such a deplorable manner? For your own best interest, you bite your tongue, that’s dying to hurl numerous insults his way. In contrast to his polite speech, he’s dressed like a stereotypical delinquent. Who knows what Josuke would do should you provoke him. You’ve heard rumors of rambunctious youths in the area and don’t want to test the validity of those claims. 

“Alright, Higashikata-san, I’m going to ask you to leave. This is my house. If you just… leave me alone, I won’t contact the police. Alright?” You feel like your proposal is a considerate one, even if you don’t intend to follow through. Once you get to safety, like hell you’re going to let this punk get away with it, he just doesn’t need to know that yet. Josuke shifts weight from one leg to another, contemplating your words.

“I can’t do that. Besides, the same way you feel this is your house, I equally feel like it’s mine.” Josuke replies, scratching his cheek. His tone almost sounds… apologetic. As if it isn’t completely within his control to leave. You gulp when you realize your approach might not work. Maybe he’s not mentally sound? That’s the most plausible solution. Taking a deep breath, you shift to a less combative posture, still hoping to talk him down.

“Is there someone I could call? A guardian, a friend? Let’s figure this out.” You will yourself to keep each word steady to lure him in. The innocent inquiry doesn’t have the intended effect, Josuke frowning as soon as the word guardian left your lips. Shit. Was that a sensitive topic? The scowl is gone in a split second like it never existed. He takes a step closer to you and you take a step back.

“There’s not much to figure out. I’ll be honest then since I’m sure you’re freaking out right now. Which makes sense. I’d be freaking out too…” he trails off, going deep into thought. Finally, Josuke manages to choose the proper words. “How do I go about this? Alright, I’ll just come out and say it.” 

“Well, to put it in simple terms, I’m dead.” 

You blink. Tilting your head, you conclude that this Higashikata Josuke is not mentally well. Getting in contact with a professional is your new top priority. Josuke picks up on your hesitant body language and rushes to give credence to his claim.

“I know, crazy, isn’t it? I’m sorry about your stuff, by the way. Felt like the best way to understand my new housemate without sending you running right away. I’ll return it now,” Josuke’s demeanor doesn’t give you the impression of a liar. Still, a spirit? You don’t know what to think anymore. He sighs at the sour expression on your face. “How to prove this to you… ah, I know. Hey, check this out.” 

Josuke points to the controller sitting on your couch. Not a second later, it starts levitating in the air, your jaw-dropping at the unfeasible spectacle. Josuke lets out an airy chuckle at your bewilderment. “Sorry, that was pretty lame. I didn’t know what else to do.” 

“There’s… really a spirit, in my house.” You struggle to say it aloud. The people living in Morioh could be superstitious, a view you attributed to living out in the country. This paranoia, or sometimes reverence, never fell in line with your beliefs. There was no solid proof that the supernatural existed. It made for riveting local stories, for youths to gossip and movies to adapt, but the line was drawn there. A timeline plays in your head of the past few weeks. It would explain how no one in this active community spotted an intruder, or how the police never found physical evidence. 

“Our house, actually.” He corrects with a beaming smile.

ii. 

Maybe it’s not so bad. 

Josuke, with whom you have an unusual relationship, makes for decent company in your otherwise uneventful life. You still can’t help but feel on guard around him for his earlier behavior. As he explained it, borrowing your belongings was just a way to get to know you. He apologized wholeheartedly for the stress he put on your life. It felt genuine, but an apology doesn’t make everything go away at once. Little by little, Josuke’s grown on you, worming his way into your heart. Memories and feelings fade, your first few weeks after the move are no different. 

“Have you seen my red scarf anywhere?” You call out, peeking underneath your pillow. Josuke appears from thin air -- an element that took some getting used to -- helping to look around your room. One of your conditions for remaining here was that he’d show up in your room only when invited, a condition Josuke was more than happy to agree to. You guess everyone is lonely in their own way.

“It’s not over here,” Josuke yells from beneath your desk. “What do you need it for, anyway? Can’t you just turn the heater on?” 

“Well, I could, but that wouldn’t do me much good. Some friends invited me to karaoke tonight, and the weather report said it’ll drop to four degrees celsius.” Feeling defeated, you plop onto your bed, staring at the ceiling. Josuke leans over, popping into your line of sight. He’s lacking the trademark smile you’ve grown used to seeing. For such a minor change, it packs a punch. Josuke sulks like a kicked puppy.

“Karaoke, huh?” He mutters, more to himself than you. “My old classmates used to do stuff like that. Sounds fun.” 

You sit up and cross your legs. Josuke’s tone is a longing one, wishing to fulfill a dream that can never be, visage painfully bleak. Guilt bubbles up in your stomach for the insensitive comment, not realizing he has a lot on his mind too. Josuke’s bubbly personality stood on a thin sheet of ice, ready to plunge into the depths at any moment. You wrack your mind to try and appease him. 

“It really isn’t anything that exciting. I was going to say no, but they insisted. Just imagine it as a bunch of tone-deaf people drunkards belting, that’s all it is.” You console. Josuke doesn’t light up at your joke, his eyes hollow. From what you know about spirits, if they linger in this realm instead of moving onto the next, that means an obligation is holding them here. You’ve never asked Josuke why he hasn’t passed on. That leaves room for speculation, numerous hours spent ruminating over theories. Maybe he’ll tell you one day, or maybe he won’t. Either way, it’s still tragic he never got to live his life.

“Mm… guess so, yeah.” He isn’t paying attention to your words. Guilt as sharp as knives slices through you at Josuke’s gloomy mood. For a split second, you consider canceling with your friends, to stay home and cheer him up. He always loves playing games with you or just speaking over trivial matters for hours. You push the idea away. Fraternizing with a spirit on the daily isn’t enough to supply your social needs, only friends of flesh and blood can fill that role. 

“Hey, I’m sorry for mentioning it. If you want to talk about--” 

“No,” he cuts you off, shaking his head. “Go ahead. Go live life.” 

You don’t offer a rebuttal. Josuke probably needs time to think, you decide. We can talk about it later.

iii. 

“What’s up?” 

You lean against the wall, payphone pressed against one ear and your hand covering the other. Music blares in the background, terrible acoustics of the crowded bar making it difficult to hear the other line. One of the workers grabbed you, saying you had a call, your guesses of who it could be next to nonexistent. You scrunch your nose up when you hear Josuke’s distinct voice on the other side.

“It’s late,” you hear him say. His voice is muffled, but the exasperated tone is hard to miss. “Shouldn’t you be back by now?” 

Sighing, you struggle to rationalize why Josuke’s pestering you like this. You never gave a time when you’d be home, not thinking it was necessary. “I was going to leave soon. I don’t have class in the next few days, so it’s fine.” 

“It’s dangerous to be out on your own--” 

“Josuke,” you deadpan, rubbing your temples. “I appreciate the concern, really, I do. But I used to live in Tokyo, remember? If I could survive the city at night, I can survive here.” 

“That’s not the point here,” Josuke counters, voice dropping dangerously low. Your patience is wearing thin at his attempts to police your autonomy. It’s not his place to enforce a curfew on you. “You don’t know what kinds of danger lurks in Morioh.” 

Josuke’s statement is full of bone-chilling conviction. Almost like he was speaking from firsthand experience. You take a deep breath, remembering that you’re speaking to someone who likely died in a traumatizing manner here. Maybe extending a little grace wouldn’t hurt. It’s a shame to cut the night short, but it’s not that big a deal.  

“Okay, I get it. It’s about a fifteen-minute walk back home. I’ll see you soon, alright?” 

Softening your voice seems to have the effect you intended. Josuke takes a second to consider, the two of you waiting in tense silence. This is the first time you’ve gone out with friends, maybe he just wasn’t sure what to make of it. You hold no intention of bending to his every whim, but this one time, you’ll offer him peace of mind. There’ll be major boundaries set up in the future. 

He sighs begrudgingly. “... Right.” 

iv. 

This is getting ridiculous. 

Josuke’s behaving no better than an entitled child, your paper-thin patience starting to give way. The circumstances you’ve been placed into were unusual enough, to begin with, but they never felt malicious, not until Josuke’s personality seemed to switch in the blink of an eye. What you can only describe as sabotage has become a regular occurrence. It perfectly parallels the problems you had upon first moving into this house, only now you know the one responsible. He’ll act none the wiser, claiming innocence in what has to be his doing.

Cut phone lines, missing shoes, personal journals disappearing into thin air, nothing has been spared. Maybe you were foolish for trusting a spirit. You’d like to have thought you were on solid terms with Josuke, your mortal mind doing its best to wrap around the otherworldly events. You’re at your wit’s end, now fully prepared to confront him on this unacceptable display. It’s a shame it came to this, you think. Confrontation is the worst.

“Josuke.” 

“[First].” 

The two of you sit in the living room, on opposite sides of the couch. Ever since the karaoke disaster a few weeks ago, Josuke’s attitude has taken an undesirable turn, as evidenced by how he’s acting now. Never did you imagine he could be so petty. You straighten out your posture, squaring your shoulders, and placing your hands on your lap. He stares at you with faint interest, cerulean eyes shining at your attention. 

“I’ve tried my best to be understanding,” you wince at how dramatic your words are. It almost sounds like you’re breaking up with a partner. “If I did something that upset you, please just be honest about it.” 

Josuke gives a nonchalant wave. “Nah, it’s not that important anymore. I recently made up my mind, so I don’t feel too concerned about it.” 

There weren’t many expectations in place for this talk, but Josuke dismissing you this fast wasn’t an outcome you envisioned. It feels like a slap to the face after you spent days dreading this talk. What did “recently making up his mind” even mean? Irritation rises in your throat like bile, words snapping out before you can stop them.

“You don’t just get to be that dismissive,” you point out with a scowl. “I know what you’ve been doing. Taking my stuff again, right, Higashikata? I’m fed up with this shit. Maybe I should just move out--” 

Your sentence gets cut off by the coffee table’s glass shattering. The high pitched noise makes you jump, shards flying in multiple directions on the floor. Glancing from the mess back to Josuke, you find the sight of him as a stronger cause for worry. He looks thoroughly unimpressed with your emotional outburst. Thick eyebrows knit together, his face contorting from friendly to enraged. You gulp when a sudden chill in the air sending shivers down your spine. With how friendly your relationship with him had been up to this point, you forgot to watch your tongue, the initial reverence wearing off long ago. 

Josuke stands up, flaunting his towering build. Looking down at you through lidded eyes, he reaches down, and you catch a glimpse of light blue and pink. Huh? What was that? A trick of the lights, maybe? As fast as it was destroyed, you watch in awe as the pieces return to their original place. Broken glass, chips of wood, screws and all, become whole as if it was a movie playing in reverse. Is this something else a spirit can do? 

“Y’know, [First],” Josuke begins with a humorless laugh. “This is great. I wasn’t sure how to do this part. Now I don’t have to worry about that, so let me cut right to the chase.” 

You feel the blood draining from your face, goosebumps dotting your skin. This is wrong. Whatever he’s doing now, you can’t stand another second of it. “Josuke, you’re scaring me.” 

“That’s fine by me.” He smiles. There’s a palpable thickness in the air, tension elevating as each second crawls by. Your mind trips over itself in search of a solution to this, but deep down inside, you’re filled with dread. A dread that this damage is beyond repair and that you’ve made a fatal mistake. Would screaming even help you? Could you outrun a ghost? Your heart pounders against your ribcage and you pray it isn’t Josuke who’s trying to rip it out. 

“You saw that table,” Josuke points to the once destroyed furniture, now neatly put back together. He frowns at your lack of confirmation, pressing further, voice increasing in volume. “Right?” 

You somehow manage to nod. Your throat and tongue are too dry to use and the room feels like it’s spinning. 

“That makes this simple then,” Josuke sits back down to his spot from before and stretches his arms. “There’s a lot I’m capable of. Way more than I’ve shown you. Breaking things apart and fixing them is my specialty, but… that last part can easily be omitted.” 

Josuke turns to face you, eyes peering into the depths of your soul.

“Threaten to leave me again and I won’t even bother to put you back together.” 

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[oingo233]

Rapture is a Boy (7)

Summary: Remus and you have always had a playful, loving relationship but his behavior around the full moon leads you to assume the worst. A huge fight ends with the two of you heartbroken. Will Remus reveal the truth behind his behavior?  And will you still love him afterwards or has he truly lost you forever?

Young Remus Lupin x Reader(neutral)

Warning: cussing, some school taunting/bulling?(very brief and not anything super bad, like under the cut), ABBA mania/silliness

Authors Note: For best experience I have linked the song in the song title so you can listen while you read. I wrote this in a haze of excitement, it is just so silly but I have no trouble believing the Marauders would completely embarrass themselves like this for someone they love.  Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.2k

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

                                                    Part Seven

                                       ****Take A Chance On Me****

The great hall was silent, I had to actively keep my eyes off of the boys just a couple seats down.  Lily was trying her hardest not to stare with longing and regret too.  I placed my hand within hers and squeezed as if to say I’m here for you, and though it isn’t my fault, I’m sorry.  She squeezed my hand back, returning the sentiments, and bounced back with a smile, pretending to be happier than she was.  I wanted to roll my eyes at her change of mood but instead I appreciate the attempt to brighten the morning.  You can always count on Lily Evans to empathize and surprise in every situation.

We heard it before we saw it.  Loud, pulsing sound.  As it got closer I couldn’t help the gasp that fell embarrassingly loud from my mouth.  It was one of our favorite muggle bands, Abba, their song was blasting through corridors Take a Chance on Me, but there was no lyrics yet, just the background music as if waiting for the performers. Just like it had countless times before on karaoke nights with the marauders.

Suddenly, the great hall doors were slammed open by two large flying speakers, obviously charmed.  A feeling of knowing washed over me and I whip my head towards the boys. Just in time to watch as they climb onto the table, their faces adorned with a beautiful blue color, Remus in gold. 

Lily sucked in a deep breath beside me while watching James standing tall despite the spouts of laughter. Sirius throws off his robe, it lands on the head of a flabbergasted Gryffindor, Sirius is revealed to be wearing bright blue bell bottom sparkly pants, his white school button up is tucked underneath. 

 Remus was right after him, throwing off his robes and ripping off his shirt.  Buttons flew onto the people around them but no one paid them any mind.  All eyes were on the infamous Marauders, because Remus was now wearing a sparkly blue jumpsuit just like the ones ABBA preform in, with flare pants as to match the rest of the boys  His gold lips sparkled and I had to stop myself from wanting to kiss him senseless. His eyes seemed even brighter under the gold hue of his makeup, he was golden.

 Nothing was more attractive then the confidence and savvy of the boys before us(didn’t help that I had a fat crush on David Bowie and ABBA).  Nothing sweeter than the way they stood and smiled at Lily and I while everyone around us laughed, pointed, whispered and some even smiling themselves.

Sirius picked up a cup by his foot, while James threw off his own robes, wearing an ABBA band shirt Lily bought him ages ago, he was wearing swaying bell bottoms too.  Peter flipped his robe inside out to reveal the other side as bright blue with obviously badly glued on glitter, clusters of glitter fell on the table very time he nervously tapped his foot.  

Remus brought his wand to his lips, as if a microphone and somehow the lanterns around us dimmed.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, getting over the shock much faster than everyone else, but whatever he was going to say was cut off as the music started to play from the very beginning and this time the voices of four boys joined in, singing the lyrics.

The lights flashed as James sang first, his voice cracking and in the fleeting light you could see him blush. Lily slapped my arm in shock and excitement. Then light flashes again like lightning, as Sirius joined in, singing much louder, he always said he’d like to be a rock star just once (granted this is much different, but he will no doubt pretend there is no difference at all).  The next light cued in Peter who sang with his eyes closed, his voice shaking with nerves but he new every line.

It wasn’t until the second verse that their voices died down and the lanterns illuminated the great hall completely again as Remus’s voice rang out strong and clear.  His eyes on me. His voice took my breath away, he sounded both awful and yet beautiful.

“If you’re all alone,” he sings, “When the pretty birds have flown,” gasps join in with the music as hundreds of paper doves fly in through the doors, whizzing past me and putting my hair in array, then soaring way over my head, circling up in the ceiling. I could hear Professor McGonagall stifle both her surprise and joy.  Everyone was laughing and cheering, but then silence fell again to listen.  I could not take my eyes off of Remus, who in turn, would not take his eyes off of me.

“Honey, I’m still free, Take a chance on me...” He must have finished his solo part because the boys start to sing along after that and they all begin to strut down the table towards us like a cat walk. Remus stops just short of us and hops, on beat, off of the table.

Peter, James and Sirius walk right towards me. Sirius slitting his eyes and stooping low, pointing at me with one hand as he sings into the cup with the other.  They all stand in front of Lily and I, hips shaking to the beat and James has eyes for Lily only. All the boys sang to us in union.

“If you need me, let me know, gonna be around,” Sirius eye’s turning oddly soft as they sang, “If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down.“

Then they quickly turn towards the crowd again, but I felt it. I felt their hidden apology. For the first time in days I felt some of my anger and sadness slip from me, with every lyric, and every bright, bashful smile.  My anger left me as they sang and embarrassed themselves for the sake of a grand apology.

 Lily started to laugh. She doubled over and tried to hide her smile with a hand but it was just too ridiculous, all of it really was. James did a double-take when he saw this, then he broke out into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, and his voice no longer sounded so shy. I start giggling myself as Sirius jumps off the table like a rock n roller and dances over to Minnie and Dumbledore, their foot tapping did not go unnoticed by him.

James waltz over to Lily and bows low before her, extending his arm, he sings “We can go dancing,” Lily giggled and takes his hand, she surprises everyone and joins in 

“We can go walking,” She sings. James smirks and carries on with a raised brow.

“As long as we’re together...” Then he runs with her past the table, his pants waving and tossing, Lily’s laughing uncontrollably by his side, joining in indefinitely for the song.  Remus’s voice still rang loudest over the boys, my eyes searching for him in the room, I seem to have lost him in the commotion of others jumping up and dancing, and the sweet moment between James and Lily.

Then their voices left the serenade and once more it was just Remus.  He sounded so close to me, I turned around and my heart did a back flip. He was right behind me, smiling sadly as he say...

“When I dream I'm alone with you, it's magic You want me to leave it there Afraid of a love affair But I think you know that I can't let go” Remus sings, everyone falling quite again as the lights dim once more and a single light is glowing above us. It was in the shape of a white butterfly, and a shooting star darting around it.  The great hall grew silent once more.  Dumbledore’s voice was heard quietly singing the song, for the music has died down, Minnie hit him and watched us anxiously.  

She only grew tenser as Remus sang without music, he looked so vulnerable under the soft white glow and under the eyes of everyone in the room.  But above that, he was being vulnerable to me, his voice more of a plead than song. 

“If you change your mind, I'm the first in line Honey I'm still free, take a chance on me If you need me, let me know, gonna be around If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down,” He finished with baited breath, despite his lungs begging for more, he was too focused on what I would do next. I take a deep breath and stop fighting the feelings inside of me. I smile brightly up at him, using my own wand, I bring it up to my lips like a microphone too.

“If you’re all alone, when the pretty birds have flown.  Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me.” I sing. Remus’s face lights up with bubbling laughter and pure joy.  He takes me in his arms and spins me around, while we embrace the music and lights are back on and everyone in the great hall is singing.  Minnie and Dumbledore included, she is smiling at us.

Remus stops spinning and is just standing before me now, very still, as if he was debating whether this is all a dream or not.  His glittering eyes boring into mine with such strong emotions I felt trapped, utterly entranced. The words of the song rush through me like the wind, he grabbed my hand softly, and led us both on top of the table.

 “Let me tell you now.  My love is strong enough, To last when things get rough, it’s magic.” As he sings those sweet words, magic fireworks erupt above us in little cheesy hearts of red. Students around us are overjoyed, up themselves and twirling around, dancing.  Many gasped and awed at the fireworks, but nothing was more astonishing than what happened next.

                                                       ****

Now, was what happens next petty?  Yes.  Did it land all of the Marauder detention?  Yes.  Did any of us enjoy the scene any less? Not at fucking all...

                                                       ****

All the birds swooped down in a cloud of white, their paper wings rustling against one another.  They moved like the wind, swooping as one to the right side of the room and then drifting swiftly to the left until they got lower and lower.  Until they were right over Lucy Diamond.

I stopped dancing with Remus and stood still, along with most of the students and teachers I was watching the birds.  But Remus was still singling softly into my ear, his voice dripped with mischief, the other boys still sang as well, sounding just as suspicious, but otherwise unbothered.

Then the birds broke formation and with every hit of the drum a bird flew down over the top of Lucy’s head, and very quickly shits something atop her head.  Each one falls softly, it does not hurt her, but upon impact they break open and release the most god awful smell. Lucy can’t stop screaming, she tries to get up and run but the birds follow her out the door.

Stink bomb after stink bomb was dropped atop her head.  The Great Hall was alive with laughter, but perhaps the loudest of all, was my own.  Remus was stilling humming in my ear, highly amused he let himself watch too until Lucy was gone from sight.

“Oh, Remus,” I say, laughing loudly, “That is evil.” He laughs too, looking down at me he shrugs. We look at each other and nod, “She deserves it.” We say in union before laughing again.

But then the music screeched to a halt, silence overtook us in waves and drowned us as Dumbledore stood up, his wand being tucked back into his robes.   

“Mr.Remus Lupin,” he starts slowly, his low voice gathering everyone’s attention, “Mr.Sirius Black.  Mr.James Potter and Mr.Peter Pettigrew.  I assume this is of your doing?” He inquires, though the answer is obvious.  The boys swallow thickly, nodding their heads.  I squeeze Remus’s hand and he shoots me a quick, lopsided smile.  Everyone was feeling a bit uneasy, maybe even guilty.

“mmmh,” He nods, “Thought so.  Though I always appreciate a dance number, the stink bombs are what concern me most.  The four of you will have detention this afternoon, and whatever else Professor McGonagall deems appropriate.” He sits back down, and the student body are unsure of where the look.  At Dumbledore, Minnie, or the boys in trouble.

“Yes, Professor.” They all say at once.  After a while of the stiff silence everyone goes back to their seats.  It wasn’t long before everyone was talking animatedly about what just happened.

“I’ve never seen a thing like it...”One says.

“The makeup’s nice, innit?”

“Yeah, but the pants are god awful.”  “Nonesense, have you ever even seen ABBA?’’

Lily and I find ourselves sitting next to the boys again, stupefied by the whole event.  I felt overjoyed and confused and surely surprised.  I never thought in all my life, I’d be lucky enough to see the Marauders perform ABBA in such attire, at Hogwarts nonetheless.

“So..whatcha’ think?  Think I’ll make a good rock star, huh?  I knew it was for me.” Sirius starts, flaunting his bandana and not bothering to put his robe back on.  

“I didn’t know I had it in me.  Merlin, did ya see me shaking, Remus?” Peter says excitedly.  Remus turns to him with a bright smile, nodding his head.

“All of ya were just great. Peter memorized the footwork better, though.” Remus says, James wacks his arm.

“Did not, I worked hard on that. Lily liked it.  Didn’t cha?” James turns to Lily, who much like me, is still blushing mad.  She can only nod. We were still trying to process our shock, and Remus’s golden lips and glowing eyes weren’t making it any easier for me.  I’m sure the blue on James had the same affect on Lily.

“But..uhm,” Remus clears his throat, looking rather nervous he turns to me now, “What did you think of it?” He fidgets while I looked for my answer, smiling at the mere memory of minutes ago.

“I thought it was...grand!  Shocked me half to death ya did!” I can’t help my voice raising and contorting with my waves of emotions, happy, surprised, impressed and underneath it all, discontent. I lean into Remus, he leans into me, so his ear is close to my mouth, just like when we’d whisper in class. The others talk around us, but we fall into our own world. 

“But I need more than just a song, Remus.  I need answers.  A real conversation, ya know?” I ask, nervous he’ll take it wrong.  His actions proved how much he wanted me back, hell he was willing to tarnish his reputation and mortify himself in front of everyone for me.  I wanted to make it work just as much, so I hoped he understands that for this to work, we need honesty.  He nods eagerly behind me, turning to me with a soft smile.

“I know.  You deserve nothing less than the whole truth.  Because you’re right, I’ve never cheated on you once,” I nod at him, I’ve gathered that much from Sirius and James’s comments, but my heart still felt lighter at the confession, “But I have been lying to you.” My heart sank at his words and I sat in silence, waiting for more.  He took in my reaction and rushes out the rest, as if scared I’ll leave him again. “But I plan on never lying to you again, starting with tonight.  After my detention. And (y/n)... I am so sorry for everything that has happened between us.” The intensity in his eyes glue me in place even as the bell chimes, signifying the end of breakfast.

“Here, take this.” He slips a note into my hand, kissing me on the cheek. “It has everything you need to know for my...full apology.”  He glances uneasily at the staring students and we both turn to the sound of James’s voice calling for Remus.  Remus gives him a thumbs up and turns towards me again.

“I’ve got to go...er change out of this.” He says, shaking his leg as the pants float and toss around his ankles, I throw my head back and laugh.  Taking him in fully, his chest hair poke out from the v-neck and the suit covered the rest of him tightly.  He looked both hot and ridicules.  

“Yes, please do.” I say, but take his hand and twirl him.  He twirls with a blush, doing a little dance with his shoulders as he does.  He stumbles slightly and I steady him, low and behold he was wearing platforms too. I can’t help but laugh once more. “But keep the get up, yeah?  Not too shabby, Mr.Remus Lupin.” I take on the tone of Dumbledore at the end and he laughs.  

“See you in first period?” He asks, anxiety slipping through his voice again.  It was still weird for us to be talking again, yet all too natural.

“Of course not, when have I ever seen you in the class we share together?” He rolls his eyes at my sarcasm, but doesn’t bother to fight his huge smile, the same one that hasn’t left his face since we danced atop the table. 

“I embarrass myself in front of the whole bloody school and ya still have all that sass. Guess we’ll have to fix that later then.” He says, suggestively winking.  I laugh and push him towards the great hall doors, we were some of the few people still there.

“Don’t try and seduce me dressed as Benny Andersson, and especially when I’m still mad at you.  Cause I am still mad at you, ya know?” I say, our moods sobering slightly.  He smiles sadly.

“I know,’ He says, sighing he glances back at boys who are already walking up the stairs, ready to change and beyond waiting with how many people are taking pictures and laughing. “But I will make it up to you, I promise.”  He gives me one last smile before turning around and racing up the stairs.

I smile to myself and shake my head, re-playing the events in my mind and reminding myself to ask for some of those moving pictures of the boys.  I meet up with Lily and together we walk to class, we can’t shut up about what happened. 

 Several times we’ve recounted it to one another and made so many jokes we were crying with laughter by the time we reached class.  She left me by the door, to make her way to her class not too far from mine.  While I waited for Remus and the other boys to walk through the door I pulled out the note Remus gave me and read the contents.

Dear (y/n),

At 8 tonight make your way over to Hagrid’s hut.  He’s always had an abundance of creature around there.  

All my love to you,

Remus

I tucked the note away with curiosity bubbling all throughout me until I had to bounce my leg in an attempt to calm myself down.  I’ve went through far to much emotion in this short morning.  This day will go by slowly I take it.

Suddenly, Minnie walks through the door to personally inform our teacher that Remus, Sirius and James will not be attending this morning.  Part of their punishment requires them elsewhere. I sigh and slump in my chair, a long day indeed. 

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💌.anon sent a letter:

❝hi there!:) do you think that i can request a headcannon with nishinoya and akaashi(separated) and how they would react when they find out the reader can sing? i’m sorry if i requested incorrectly!❞

💌.the author’s letter:

❝dear anon,

thank you for both requesting correctly and for trusting me with that wonderful idea of yours— i hope these letter will meet your expectations. take care of yourself!

sealed with a kiss,

nikki.❞

> Akaashi Keiji sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

I do believe that Akaashi has some sense of connection to arts whether it’s literature, music or paintings. He just appreciates various forms of arts as it matches his calm nature and he seeks comfort in art whenever he wants to take a mental break from school and relax.

So, naturally, Akaashi entertains a certain liking for music in particular. He also likes to create links between the emotions weighing on his heart and the musics he’s bound to choose. For instance, his musical genre of predilection when he’s studying is either classical music or lofi music. He just believes that studying whilst listening to music with lyrics will distract him from the dull alignements of sentences inked in his textbook.

It’s one of these moments— when Akaashi is at your place studying with you because you’re a firm believer that group studying motivates you as you’re under Akaashi’s watch. On the other one hand, Keiji doesn’t miss this chance to spend time with you, even if you’re studying.

You just can’t seem to concentrate, Akaashi does regularly use music to focus as his memory offers him the ability to remember things better when he associates informations to sounds but you unfortunately don’t share that.

So you’re just staring at the ceiling, hoping that in a way or another, you will miraculously be able to retain all the information at once.

Spoiler : it never works.

Akaashi, on the other one hand, is living his best life— the lofi music is echoing in the room, he can feel your presence, he has the sentiment that he’s actually remembering what’s on his notes, he even smiles at himself for doing so.

So eventually, you just decide to leave your bedroom with the excuse of saying that you’re going to take a break and have a snack but truthfully, you know you can’t stay in there any longer and need a distraction from this. 

As soon as you reach the kitchen and take a mug whilst the water is boiling, you hum to yourself the lyrics of a song you heard on the radio while your fingers tap the surface of the counter to set a tempo. 

You don’t know why this song in particular, it probably has the ideal rhythm to be stuck in your head subconsciously. 

But soon enough, as the boiling machine rivals the level of sound of your hums, you take it a bit further and apply more pressure on your vocal cords and find yourself actually singing in the middle of your kitchen. 

The words leave your lips in a magical manner, as if they were dripping in honey, and the soft sounds of your fingers tapping against the counter and the spoon hitting your mug give you the perfect musical set to continue.

Eventually, you become lost in harmony and continue doing so as you pour the scorching hot water in your mug as the bag of tea infuse and colors the transparent liquid. 

And you reach the extent where you become so lost that you don’t even hear the steps hitting the steps of the stairs, one must admit that your voice is covering the noise.

 Akaashi stops for a moment, truthfully, he wanted to come down to check on you and perhaps to give himself a little break as well as a form of guilty pleasure. But his orbs grow a gleam in their irises which reflects all the love he has for you and he’s wondering if you can feel how much he loves you just from that stare alone. 

He doesn’t dare to interrupt you, he just wants to bask in your glory and soak in the beauty of this instant as he finds his eardrums being blessed by your voice sent from heaven. He finds himself using his palm to rest is head on whilst his forelimb is laying on the ramp of the stairs to enjoy even further the moment.

But oh, as you turn around to put the assortment of teas right where it belonged, your eyes widen in surprise and the melody leaving your lips fades to allow the appearance of a sound of surprise instead. The grip. on the assortment tightens, the tip of your fingers turn white due to the pressure, it’s the sole way you found to evacuate how shameful you were.

“Why did you stop singing all of a sudden, love? I thought you sang beautifully.” Akaashi states and you could tell truth predominated his tone, he tilts his head ever so slightly to the side to emphasize his interrogation. 

“Keiji, um-... You weren’t exactly supposed to hear all of this.” You stutter and the words almost die on your lips due to how embarrassed you’re feeling and the rosy tone coloring your cheeks emphasizes that.

“I don’t see anything to feel ashamed of.” He continues as he’s reducing the space between the two of you ever so calmly not to startle you because you look like a deer caught in the headlights. “You have the sound of an angel, has anyone ever told you that?” Akaashi concludes his sentence with a smile, but you don’t fail to miss the genuine love showing through the corner of his smile.

You mirror the same smile in return but felt obligated to hide your face, now burnt by the compliments, in Akaashi’s chest. He considers each time he manages to successfully fluster you as a secret victory.

Akaashi lets his fingertips run through the roots of your hair and delivers a soft peck upon the crown of your hair, it was so light, you thought you had missed it for a second. 

“Will you sing for me more often, love? Call me selfish, but I just can’t get enough of your voice.” He asks as he is kissing his interrogation into your skin, and you just hum against his chest in response.

And ever since that day, Akaashi stopped listening to classical or lofi music, he only swears by your voice to study.

> Nishinoya Yuu sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

Now, now, this one is... Less calm than Akaashi.

Out of the two of you, he’s always the one who’s singing his lungs out until reaching the limits of his vocals cords: you can’t count the days where you had to nurse him by showering him in honey and warm milk to soothe his martyr of a throat.

Nishinoya will and can sing anywhere : training, in the hallways of school, at Tanaka’s place, in the shower. His... singing talents know no limit and he feels like he has the duty to share his “talents” with the rest of the world to make this world a better place.

You, on the other one hand, feel a bit more reserved to sing in front of him and always find the excuse that you don’t want to outshine his vocal abilities, something Noya will first pout at then grin in satisfaction. 

(He knows he’s a star, it’s just a matter of time until he sells out concert venues.)

So picture this— you’re coming back from practice with Noya, and like every Friday nights, the tradition states that the both of you spend the night together and watch movies while snacking and cuddling, a dreamy program, right?

And like every Friday night, you always take your shower before the movie starts because, deep down, you know you’re bound to pass out as you reach the first half of the movie (and Noya has to carry you back to your room, every, single, time.)

Anyone can agree on the fact that taking a shower equals being alone in the world and pure serenity enveloping you. In other words, the shower is the best stage you could have asked for to reveal your talents in singing. 

Your fingertips brush the tip of the shampoo bottle before firmly grasping it, and magically, the plain shampoo bottle turnt into the most sophisticate of microphones. 

And thus the concert begins, it’s a medley of all your favorite songs and the purity of your voice embraces perfectly the lyrics as they flow freely out of your mouth, as if you had written the songs yourself. 

Your grip tightens on the shampoo bottle until your fingertips turn white, but the passion running through this pseudo microphone echoes to the passion coursing through your vocal cords as you apply specific attention to match the higher tones of certain notes.

However, high notes, especially when they come from a room where the sound is muffled by the sound of the water hitting the tiles, may or may not sound like a scream of distress to a certain someone... 

... And by a certain someone, I mean none other than Nishinoya.

The latter slams the door open, the fantasy of being the brave knight in shiny armor and help his significant other is vivid in his head and truthfully, it added more fuel to the motivation of his deeds.

“Babe? I heard you screaming! Are you alr-...!” Noya trails off before being mesmerized by the sound of your voice enveloping his eardrums in pure bliss. 

But, that’s when you scream in surprise.

So Nishinoya also screams back in surprise. 

“Noya?! What are you doing here? I’m clearly taking a shower!” 

“You were screaming and I thought you hurt yourself or something so I came to check up on you, my beautiful significant other for whom I worship the floor you walk on!” 

“I was not screaming, I was singing!” And that’s how you threw yourself to the wolves, you secretly thanked the presence of the shower curtain to hide your embarrassment and the growing blush on your cheeks which was certainly not due to the heat of the water.

“Alright then! You take your shower and I’ll sit here while listening to the voices of the angels.” 

“Noya, you’re too much...”

And that’s how you spent the rest of your evening by organizing karaokes in the living room, and throwing aside the usual movie night, singing your lungs out until you both reached exhaustion. 

Needless to say, Noya was upset you hid this from him, but now he’s so glad he has a singing buddy.

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DDD Week #8

Pairing: Jensen x Daughter!Reader, Jared x Niece!Reader

Summary: YN is off to college, but Jensen isn't ready to let his little girl go so he drags Jared with him to YN's university to check it out.

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Yelling/Fighting

A/N: Week #8 of DDD is here! Make sure to check out @mlovesstories​ Week #8 and their masterlist! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

Jensen: 42 Jared: 38 YN: 18

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"'Why don't you trust me,' she typed to both of the boys."

With freedom in her sights, YN pulls into a parking spot in front of her dorms. She steps out of her Jeep and stares up at the four-story building in front of her.

A boy in a bright yellow T-shirt and clipboard in hand ran up towards YN, "Hi, I'm Trey. And I'm helping freshmen with their move-ins. Can I have your name?"

"Oh, uh, I'm YN Ackles."

Trey gave her a shocked look, "So it's true. We have a celebrity at our school."

YN immediately shook her head, "No, no. Just a regular girl who's parents happen to be celebrities that wants to get her degree and have her own life."

Trey nodded, "Yes ma'am! So you'll be on the 3rd floor, room 302," he paused reading his clipboard, "Oh, and your roommate is already checked in so she should be up there."

YN nodded, "Thanks, uh, is there any way you could help me with the mini fridge?"

Trey smiled, "Sure thing."

Across campus, Jensen and Jared sat in the bed of Jensen's truck looking at YN's Jeep in the parking lot.

"Jay, this isn't a good idea," Jared said.

Jensen sighed, "She's my babygirl. I need to make sure she's safe."

"Spying on her isn't the best way to do it though."

"What else am I supposed to do? Blow up her phone with calls and texts, asking her-"

Just then, Jensen's phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw YN's name flashing across the screen.

He quickly answered, "Hi honey. Did you make it to school all right?"

"Yeah, I just got checked in and one of the RA's are helping me with my fridge."

Jensen paused, "RA? Male or female?"

"Dad, I'm 18. Boys aren't your concern anymore."

"You're right, you're right. I'm sorry. So how' the-"

"Sorry, Dad. I got to go. Trey is helping me with my stuff. Call you tonight!"

"Wait wait, who's Trey-"

YN hung up before Jensen could get another word in. His phone dropped to his lap and he stared off towards YN's Jeep.

"Well," Jared said, "What did she say?"

"We can't leave, Jared. We have to stay here. She's with some boy."

Jared laughed, "Jensen, she's dated guys before. That's not new."

"No he's...he's helping her with her belongings. What if he helps her unpack? What if they..." Jensen shivered at the thought in his head.

Jared sighed, "So what? Are we just going to camp out here all day?" ______________________ YN and her roommate were walking out of their building and towards the university square where there was a karaoke show happening. YN had quickly become friends with her roommate and was getting more comfortable with the college life.

There were many people that recognized her because of her father, but she shrugged it off and explained to them that is not who she is here.

She was simply YN Ackles, an English and Psychology double major from Austin, Texas.

YN and her roommate found a spot near the stage so they could watch the show. Several people came up to YN, introducing themselves and asking to sit near her.

Back across campus, Jensen is still sitting at the bed of his truck but this time he had a pair of binoculars and is watching YN from afar.

Jared is in the passenger seat of the truck, wishing he was home instead of here.

"Hey, Jared. There's like a ton of kids grouping around her," Jensen yelled behind him.

"Mhmm," Jared responds.

"And it looks like...it's older boys! Why are older boys around her?!"

"Who knows."

"Jared, are you evening listening?"

Jared stuck his head out of the truck, "To be honest, no. I stopped listening about 4 hours ago when you kept freaking out that YN hadn't come out of her room."

Jensen sighed, "I just want-"

"To make sure she's safe. I know, Jay."

Jensen grumbled and went back to spying on his daughter. Jared rolled his eyes and new he was going to regret leaving the truck.

Jared got out of the truck and walked towards Jensen, "She is safe though, Jensen. Look at her, she's having fun. She's meeting new people. She's-"

"She's getting on stage!" Jensen yelled as he stood from the bed of the truck.

YN was in fact walking on the stage after everyone was cheering her name, begging her to sing. She laughed and tried to talk her way out of it, but it was no use.

She walked on the stage and stood in front of the microphone, "Hey, uh, hey everyone. Um, so I guess I'll be singing...something."

YN walked over to the DJ and gave him a song to play then she walked back in front of the microphone.

Jensen grabbed Jared's shoulders, "What if she starts singing and they throw things at her?!"

"Jensen, you and I both know that won't happen. YN has a beautiful singing voice."

"But what if she messes up the words?" Jensen continued panicking.

"It's karaoke. That happens."

"But what if...what if..."

"Jay, you have got to calm down. YN is fine. She's having a good time. Just leave her be. Let's go back to Austin and let her live her life," Jared stated calmly.

Jensen sighed, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm overreacting."

Jared looked past Jensen to the stage, "Isn't that the guy that helped her move in today?"

"What?!" Jensen spun around.

They were right. Trey joined YN on stage for a duet of Shallow. The music began to play, the guitar begin strummed made YN sway in front of the microphone.

Trey walked up to the microphone, closed his eyes, and sang his part, "Tell me somethin', girl. Are you happy in his modern world? Or do you need more? Is there somethin' else you're searchin' for? I'm falling. In all the good times I find myself Longin' for change. And in the bad times I fear myself..."

Trey smiled at YN after singing his part. She blushed at him and smiled back.

While Trey was singing, Jensen devised a plan, "Okay, we're going down there. And we're just going to listen. But if something happens, we're getting her out of there."

"Jay, this isn't a good idea. You really aren't thinking-"

"Oh, she's about to sing. Let's go!"

Jensen hauled ass and ran towards the stage. Jared rolled his eyes and ran after him. He quickly caught up to Jensen, but not by running past him.

Jared tripped over his own feet. He fell and ended up rolling down the hill towards the stage. Jensen turned and saw Jared rolling behind him. He tried to dodge, but Jared ran into him, causing him to fall as well.

Meanwhile, YN was singing her part on stage, "Tell me something, boy. Aren't you tired tryin' to fill that void? Or do you need more? Ain't it hard keeping it so hardcore? I'm falling..." but she got interrupted by Jensen and Jared.

The two men fell on the stage right behind her. YN and Trey turned around and saw Jensen on top of Jared holding his head.

Jensen looked up to YN and chuckled nervously, "Hey, sweetheart. We, uh, we just wanted to check in. See how college was going."

Trey then yelled out, "Holy shit, it's Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki!"

The crowd started screaming and fangirling at the two celebrities. They crowded around the stage, jumping around in excitement.

Jensen and Jared finally got to their feet and walked up behind YN. Jensen laid a hand on her shoulder, but YN quickly shoved it off.

"What the hell are you two doing?" YN yelled.

Jared turned to Jensen, "Before we explain, just know your father dragged me into this."

Jensen glared at Jared, "Thanks, man," he turned back to YN, "Honey, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were safe."

"Safe? Dad, have you been here all day?"

Jensen looked at his feet, "Not all day. More like 5 minutes after you got here this afternoon."

"What? Have you lost your minds? Do you seriously not trust me enough to be on my own that you'd just crash in here?" YN screamed.

"No, no. It's not that we don't trust you. We just don't trust..." Jensen pointed at Trey, "That. Boys like him have intentions with girls like you."

YN clenched her teeth, "Girls like what, Dad?"

Jensen gulped, "Just like...girls that are, you know, innocent and such and-"

"And nothing, Dad. I can't believe you two don't trust me! And Trey? He's an RA, all he did was help me move into my room. I asked him to sing with me on stage, big deal. He's a friend."

Jared stepped towards YN, "We're sorry, YN. Truly, we are."

YN shook her head as tears filled her eyes, "No you're not. You embarrassed me. You made me look so stupid. And now nobody will see me as myself. They'll only see me as Jensen's kid or Jared's niece," she turned away from them and mumbled, "I hope you're happy."

Then YN sprinted back to her building and to her dorm. Jared and Jensen stood on the stage and watched her run.

"We messed up," Jensen whispered.

Jared turned and hit the back of his head, "You think?!"

That night, Jared and Jensen sat on Jensen's couch and stared blankly at the wall in front of them. Genevieve and Danneel scolded them when they got back, both women receiving phone calls from YN before the men got home.

Jared sighed, "I'm the worst uncle."

Jensen scoffed at him, "Worst uncle? Try being the worst father."

Then Jensen's and Jared's phones chimed, alerting them of a text. They were both shocked to see YN's name on their screens. They exchanged a worried look before opening the message.

YN sat on her bed, still crying from the events that happened that evening. Her roommate was out of the room, leaving YN alone.

She stared at the ceiling, talking to herself, "Why? Why did that humiliate me like that? What made them think that was okay? Do they...do they not trust me to make the right choices?"

YN pulled out her phone and typed out a text to Jensen and Jared. "Why don't you trust me", she typed to both of the boys.

Jensen and Jared stared at their phones for a moment, reading YN's message over and over again.

"How am I going to fix this, Jared?" Jensen asked his best friend.

Jared shrugged, "To be honest, I don't think you can. This is going to take some time. Just...just leave her alone for a while. Let her call you when she's ready."

Jensen nodded, "You're right."

That night, Jensen and Jared didn't move from the couch. They both felt so bad from their actions. YN cried herself to sleep. She didn't understand why her father and uncle did what they did.

To be honest, Jensen nor YN knew what to do. It's just going to take time to get over this.

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Whoa

A/N: As I write this, I have 666 followers. Thank you all so much 😭😭😭. I originally wrote this for the valentine’s day server collab but came up with another idea. It’s loosely a continuation of Illuminate. I hope you guys like it~

Pairing: Mirio Togata X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

The world shines brighter after becoming the fiance of the hero known as Lemillion. You smiled more and saw the world through rose-colored lenses. Even solving problems at work with love as the answer, making creative stories and resolutions. There was so much that had changed within you. You never saw yourself as worthy of spending the rest of your life with someone, but looking into Mirio's eyes caused your light of hope to burst into an incurable flame.

Your friends lost their minds when finding out and wanted to celebrate your union. That night of the party ended with Nejire and Toru becoming karaoke queens, only taking Mina's crown because she was in the middle of making out with Kirishima. Bakugou argued with Izuku over the music selection while Tamaki silenced everyone with a grand gift to Mirio and yourself. An eternity clock that glistened in the dark while emitting golden light. He was so hesitant to show you, but when you started crying, he knew it was perfect.

A couple of months after your engagement, the month where everyone goes, lovey-dovey was among you. Your thoughts changed on the holiday that most cared for; it was just another day for you. Mirio liked to enjoy any holiday with you, of course. Still, holidays like Christmas, New Year's Eve, or Valentine's day meant nothing without you by his side. His love knew no bounds, nor never neglected you where the holiday said more than how you felt 365.

After a long shift of heroism, the night before, you laid in bed, not realizing it was finally your day off. You didn't have to scramble to reach for your uniform or try to shuffle out the bed, and yet as you shifted, you were pulled back and brought into a snuggle.

"Don't move, Sunshine," A needy groan escapes his lips.

Mirio's muscular body overpowers you to stay in his grasp, no resistance to letting go. He faintly yawns, and his breath tickles the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps to form on your arms. Your smile is hidden in the covers as the heat from his body radiates onto yours. You're not sure of the time, but it's still too early for the two of you as you drift off back to sleep in his warm embrace.

Hours later, Mirio wakes you up with a tickling match. His method of getting you out of bed, "We can't sleep the whole day away, Beautiful." His smiles are contagious, even with him playing with your sensitive sides.

You give up and try to turn out of bed, miscalculating how far you would go. You roll off the bed, but before you can hit the ground, Mirio catches you through the floorboard. Permeating to catch you in time, and carrying your tiny but toned frame, bridal style.

"Woah there, that would have been a bad tumble, don't you think." He pops up on the floor with you still in his arms. He's precise and lets you down, placing you in front of him. Your smile is goofy as he calls you clumsy.

"Nice to know that anytime I fall, you'll catch me."

"Well, of course, Sunshine! I'm your hero, aren't I?"

"Well, yeah, until you wake me up with tickles." You playfully poke his side, "Then you're my enemy."

A playful gasp leaves his mouth as he pretends to be hurt, "But sunshine, I do it to see your smile!" He pulls you close, smothering you in kisses. Your laughter vibrates through the bedroom, making him more persistent. Times like this, you were happy that both of you were home to enjoy each other's company, and not have to expect any call from the agencies.

"Okay, I get it." You say, catching your breath. Your teddy bear of a man looked at you with a sincere, loving stare, cupping your face and pecking an intimate kiss on your lips, turning less into pecks and more of a lip lock session. He couldn't control himself wanting to hold you at your waist and gripped you tightly as if holding you meant you would never be alone. You were astounded by his passion, meeting him with the same intensity, while on your tiptoes.

He pulled away, flustered with a radiant grin. Mirio had an overzealous passion for you. Remembering when you two were just friends, he wished for days like this—hoping to get close to you and show you what you meant to him. There were too many times that he thought he would lose you to another until that time you confessed your attraction. He always told himself he would cherish you forever, and as the cliche of many, today would be that day.

"Alright, my sunflower, I want you to get yourself ready. I have some surprises that you toogotta see."

With his witty wink, you crack up, never able to resist his pure but corny charm.

Gathering yourself for Mirio's surprise was no hassle, staying within a comfy and cute attire and keeping your hair down to put under a slouchy beanie the same color as your sweater. Ready for the surprise, you meet with Mirio, and as he's finished tying his casual shoes. He stands to stretch and pulls you into a bear hug. The impact of the pull thuds you into his chest, the air almost leaving your body. Pulling out of the embrace, he looked at your flustered face with a smile and placed a tender kiss onto your forehead. You resisted melting in his burly arms.

He smiles kindly, looking back into your shiny eyes. Finally, caving into the hold and glance, you cup his face with a beam too bright, he chuckles. Letting you go, you finish getting ready for the cold air beyond the wooden door of your home. The way he walks over to the coat rack you share brings a silly smile to your face as the walk is goofy in a sense that he pretends your smile has incapacitated him. His playful demeanor lasts until he's finally wearing his coat while you fit yours onto your body, keeping snuggly warm. Mirio walks over to you, lightly cupping your cheek. With a breathtaking kiss, he mumbles, "Let's go."

Roaming the streets made for interesting sights: women screaming whose significant other was better, couples doing more PDA than necessary, and the heart-shaped balloons and flower carts littering the streets. Hadn't reached your final destination and yet there was already so much commotion. Mirio had the habit of taking you to areas of Tokyo usually quiet and reserved for your alone-time to feel more private. But you knew the privacy you sought out for the day would remain at home.

"Rowdy day, huh?" Mirio spoke out loud while holding your hand tighter. Sure enough, he didn't expect there to be crowds of crazed lovers, but it wouldn't deter him from getting closer to the surprise he had for you two. Although subtle, his determination burned brightly into his eyes, the anticipation of seeing your smile driving him. "Nothing we can't handle."

Mushing through the crowds in the chilly weather sought out to be an easy feat with Mirio holding you close as he glided through people as if he could almost walk through them. Amazingly enough, no one noticed top-ranked heroes among them. He was dodging everyone while still able to grip your hand through it all, turning down a cold, dark alley. He hadn't looked at his phone for some time to make sure the map was correct, but he read the reviews and knew what to expect.

You look at him in horror as you two pace down the alley, from the boorish and amorous energy on the streets to the silent dead-of-night atmosphere. Huffs of air escaped your lips as you reached the door of what seemed to be a restaurant. The door lacked any color resembling warmth, taking pride in its icy grey tone.

You looked up at Mirio with skepticism as he looked back at you with a captivating grin, "This is it, Sunflower."

He knocks on the door with a light tune in mind, within seconds the door opens and before either of you could step forward, warm, inviting lights and a delightful savory aroma bombarded your senses. Mirio jokingly escorts you in a true gentleman fashion, "M'lady."

Playfully, you curtsy back then enter the two-faced establishment. Walking in, you're more subject to the beauty of the cozy lights littering the high ceilings. At the same time, the posters and plaques on the walls neatly decorate the homey vibe. You see that the tables were placed at corners of the room to cater to the patrons coming in. Either they were always stationed there or done up for the beautiful holiday. From top to bottom, it was hard to believe that it was a Ramen restaurant.

A woman came from the kitchen area with a warm smile on her face, heart-shaped apron on, and a wooden ladle in her hand—the embodiment of a young housewife in love. Without any further ogling eyes, she expresses her welcomes with a pleasant, soft voice.

"Hello, newcomers! Welcome to 90% Love!"

Holding Mirio's hand tighter, you reply in unison, "Hi!" 

"Please, take your seats anywhere you'd like."

She raised her hand to show off all the empty tables around the cozy, compact eatery. Mirio hastily leads your hand to one of the square tables closest to the wall. Pulling your chair out for you after you sit down, he pushes your chair to be close to the table. Mirio pulls out his to rest his legs and doesn't bother to drag his back in due to his legs fitting awkwardly. You giggle as he shuffles in his seat, trying his best to get comfortable. He looks at you while you attempt to hide your face; of course, he saw, and now he's laughing with you.

"That's okay that I don't fit." He shuffles after finding a comfortable compromise between his thick legs and the low table, "I just want to make the day special for you."

The touch of his hand caressing yours felt lovely, thanks to the environment. You reply with a bright grin, and his face turns a vibrant hue of pink, and his heart stops a beat. "Gee, Sunshine, the way you're looking at me, reminds me of the exact reason why I'm going to marry you. I want to see that smile for the rest of my life." 

Your face retaliates with the same color on his face, with your free hand, you cup your cheek, "Stop, you flatter me too much!"

His laughs booms through the room, "If I don't tell you, who will, Sunshine?"

Soon after, a man lays a friendly pat onto Mirio's shoulders. There wasn't much noise to their steps, nor did either of you see him pop up behind your fiance. There was a pause, but before you could respond, he spoke with a wide grin plastered onto his astonishingly young-looking skin.

"Hello Heroes, what would you like to eat? We have ramen of the day, Spicy ramen of the day, and the love bowl for this day!"

He spoke so critically that you didn't ask for a menu, as you thought over your options, you chose the love bowl while Mirio chose the spicy dish. The man taking your order bowed with gratitude and walked to the kitchen. Your focus back on your buff hero, his right knee became jittery thinking about the spices he would encounter.

"This restaurant is so cool; I'm glad I found it and get to spend my first time here with you!"

You nodded as your fingers trace over the golden oak wood onto the lovely, soft, and cream-colored cloths to cover most of the table like a placemat. You were more than happy to be there and couldn't wait to eat, all the walking you did to get there truly worked up an appetite. "I agree, my love."

Moments passed, and both the man and woman running the shop held your bowls of ramen. The lady placed yours first, wishing you to enjoy the meal. The man next put Mirio's down in front of him and the same, but with different energy tells him to enjoy as well. You look at the two workers and thank them. As you dive into the broth and take a sip, your eyes immediately turn into stars. The flavor matched how brilliant the bowl of noodles looked. Finally, indulging the noodles, they were just as delicious if not more than the broth. With no more thinking of your hunger, you dived into the meal.

After you two demolished your food, you sat in silence, enjoying your full stomachs with light sighs of satisfaction escaping. You sat in disbelief, wondering how you've gone your whole life not coming to this quiet yet amorous ramen shop. Looking at your now-empty bowl, you paid attention to the beautifully assorted shades of pink in the shape of a heart. Your fingers trailed, admiring the art.

"How was the food?" The sweetly soft voice of the woman rang in your ears as you looked up to see her smiling face.

"That was amazing, I've never had ramen like that!"

"I'm so glad that you liked it. It seems like your beau enjoyed it too."

Looking at Mirio, he was sniffling, smiling from the spices of the broth. His smile was bright and could only nod in satisfaction as a response. Both you and the woman giggled together as he gathered himself, to ask for the check. With a nod, she left to tally up the order only to come back with the man who made an appearance earlier. A puzzled stare ensued from you two as they walked closer to your table.

"Hello, again heroes, nice to formally meet you. We are the owners of this establishment." As they stopped in front of the table, you did your best to bow back while still sitting.

"No need to be formal with us little lady, we know you heroes work hard!" The man grinned while placing his hands on his hips in pride.

"We just wanted to formally congratulate you on your engagement and wish you many years of light and love."

The woman smiled with her hands clasped close to her chest; it was too sweet encountering this lovely couple. They politely went on to tell you of their marital status and how they met. They enclosed that they've been married for 50 years, and your jaw dropped. They still looked like a young couple in love; the husband laughed and shared their secret with you.

After paying, Mirio left a huge tip, thanking the couple for their business and promising to come back. Warmhearted and yet serene as you two left the shop, the air outside was still brisk. The breeze automatically pinching Mirio's nose red, he held your hand as you looked up at him. A grin appeared before kissing your forehead and trotting to the main street.

Arriving back to your home, you shed your outerwear into something comfortable, relaxing in the living room. Spending the day with your fiance was more than enough to keep you content. He did the same with his coat, hanging it up and plopping himself next to you, wrapping you within a bear hug. His burly arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and he exhaled, showing how cozy he felt holding you. You placed your hands on top of his, closing your eyes in the midst of it.

"You know Sunshine, seeing that couple back at the shop, makes me think about how our future will turn out." He shifted himself to pull you in closer to his broad chest, "Young, happy and in love. Even if we're 100 years old, we'll still be young at heart; I see all that with you."

"Do you also see us having a ramen shop too?"

"Well, that's if you want to, I wouldn't mind at all! Having your cooking is already one of my favorite past times, we can make ramen together!"

You laugh at his excitement, "Well, maybe we could just learn from that couple? I don't think they would be against it."

He gasped, "Babe, you're right! They already like us, we should go back!"

The vibration of his chest as he spoke comforted you, and hearing his voice made you nuzzle into him as you drifted off to sleep. Mirio was mid-sentence until he listened to your light snores. He rested his head close to yours and enclosed you to his chest with a light yawn, joining you for an "itis" nap.

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[hmsjiara]

glitter's sparklin on your heart now, darling (jj + kie)

request by @rcsales: prompts for Jiara!!: 74. “Why don’t you just sit there and look pretty?”, 80. “How do you get your skin to be so soft?” and 92. “Are you sure we should be doing this?”

i figured i should write something fluffy after my last one shot lol, and i aso wanted to write something for pride so here you go :) hope you like it, thank you for the request!

read it here on ao3.

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“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

Now, that was a first. JJ, who just last week had done a wheelie with his motorcycle off of the dock at the Chateau, telling Kiara she was being reckless.

“JJ, you endanger your life on a day-to-day basis,” Kiara says, rolling her eyes. “Going to a pride rally is the safest activity you’ve done all week.”

“No, it’s just— I mean won’t your parents be pissed?” He asks, frowning at her from the passenger seat. “I heard your mom— she didn’t sound happy.”

When Kiara had come out as pansexual, her parents had been... supportive. They’d smiled and nodded and said that’s nice, sweetheart. But apparently, her attending a pride rally was taking it a step too far. It had escalated into a screaming match the night before, the gist being it’s fine to like girls, but talking about it publicly is crossing a line. She’d ignored it, because her parents reputations weren’t her concern, but JJ always got weird around shit like this. She’d explained it to him already: parents got mad at their kids, that was normal, they weren’t going to disown her over it.

“It’ll be fine,” she tells him, looking over her shoulder as she backs her car up. It was well past midnight— she had decided it would be best to leave while her parents were asleep. The parade started at eleven in the morning, so she’d booked them a room at a nearby hotel. This way, she could avoid an awkward confrontation with her mother, and they’d be able to get an earlier start the next day. JJ had texted her when he was in her driveway, and she’d crept downstairs with her pre-packed bag and grabbed her keys. She’d parked her car around the corner from her house as a precaution.

Kiara had worked herself up so much trying to figure out how to tell the Pogues that she was pan that their reaction to her whiskey-triggered, blurted confession while they were chilling on the hammocks at the Chateau had been somewhat anticlimactic.

John B had smiled, told her it was cool and passed her a joint, and that was that. Pope blinked once, as if downloading the information into his brain, and then nodded like it made perfect sense. JJ, however, had frowned and said, “Pansexual? What? Did you have like a giant crush on Peter Pan as a child?”

“No, JJ,” she’d said, trying to sound annoyed even as she gave him a fond roll of her eyes. “It means that I’m attracted to people based on who they are, not what’s between their legs.”

“Oh, well we knew that,” he said, shrugging, his eyes glazed and hazy from the alcohol and weed as he stared at her. “So, what I’m gathering is... this means that  even though you were macking on that Kook chic last week at the Boneyard, I still have a chance?”

Pope had shoved him out of the hammock, and JJ had fallen to the ground with a grunt. John B threw a towel at his head, but Kiara just laughed, rolled her eyes.

It was the usual JJ pigheadedness she was used to, but she had felt strangely comforted by it in that moment. She’d been so afraid they’d treat her differently, but the Pogues had acted like her announcing her sexuality was barely news at all.

It was a nice change from her parents, and even though JJ’s initial reaction had been utterly idiotic, since then he’d been nothing but supportive.

So, when Kiara mentioned that she was going to her first Pride alone, he’d volunteered to come and keep her company.

It was sweet, the kind of gesture JJ was prone to masking with cocky remarks and his usual deflections surrounding anything to do with emotions.

Either way, JJ certainly makes the trip more entertaining. It’s late, and the drive would normally be boring and lonely, but he hooks up her phone to the aux and blasts her Pride playlist. He keeps flipping through the songs, unable to choose one, but he finally settles on Born This Way by Lady Gaga.

JJ’s carpool karaoke is actually impressive— he can sing, which she knew, but there’s something about him screaming Gaga lyrics that makes Kiara’s heart jump. Then, Vogue by Madonna comes on, and he rolls down the window and starts screaming the words at passing cars. She has to tell him to stop, uses driver veto power to roll up the window, because he’s distracting, and she doesn’t want to start the weekend off by getting in a car crash.

The drive is already three hours long, but JJ insists that they stop for Taco Bell even though he’s already had dinner, claiming that it’s the least she can do, which Kiara finds ironic since he was the one who offered to come with her.

Their arrival at the hotel is just as chaotic as she expected. Kiara checks them in, her duffel bag on JJ’s shoulder as he whispers comments in her ear about the lobby’s patrons. She has to swat his hand away from the candy bowl, gives the receptionist a slightly manic, apologetic smile.

The woman’s own smile seems genuine, and as she hands them their keys she shakes her head and says, “I hope it’s not too forward, but you two make an adorable couple.”

Kiara opens her mouth to correct her, but JJ throws an arm around her shoulders and steers her away from the desk before she can protest.

“You hear that, Kie?” He asks as they wait for the elevator to arrive, his arm still on her shoulders, his breath warm against her ear. “She thinks we make a cute couple.”

She shoves him away from her, threatens to lock him out of the hotel room as a punishment. He pulls the key card from his pocket, somehow having swiped it from her, and she regrets it instantly when he presses every elevator button in retaliation. She tries to stop him, but he blocks her with an arm, and Kiara refuses to jump to reach the card he’s now holding above his head.

Instead, she moves to the other side of the elevator and pretends to be pissed, giving him the silent treatment.

JJ starts apologizing by the seventh floor, and is looking throughly ashamed by the tenth. She considers it a job well done, but his embarrassment only lasts for the duration of the elevator ride, and he’s racing her to the room when the door opens.

She swears traveling with JJ is like traveling with a five-year-old. Actually, the five year old would likely be better behaved. And she can’t put JJ in time-out if he annoys her.

Kiara had purchased the hotel room before she’d known JJ was coming, upgraded it to two beds when he’d told her. She’d convinced him it was too much of a hassle to split the bill, reminded him he was technically doing her a favor by coming and she should get the chance to repay it. The truth was, she had more than enough money, and she wasn’t going to let him spend his limited amount of cash on an expensive hotel room. It wasn’t like she required this kind of shit, she would have been just as content staying in a trashy motel, this was just safer and closer to the parade.

Still, when they enter the room, with it’s two queen beds and an en suite bathroom, the floor to ceiling windows showing a view of the city below, the PNC Plaza towering above the other buildings, and JJ goes quiet, she understands it’s because he’s never been in a place like this before.

He seems almost unsure of himself and some people might consider it embarrassing, but to be honest Kiara finds it endearing. He asks her which bed was his, and when she tells him he can pick, he beams at her like a child who’s just been given a free lollipop. He flops down on the bed by the window, his boots hitting the white sheets, and Kiara knows that her mother would faint if she saw it.

She had assumed that they would both be tired from the drive, but JJ is as restless as ever, unable to sit still as he examines every part of the room. She takes a shower while he explores, has to forbid him from going to the hotel pool at four am when he asks through the door, reminds him that they have to be up by nine.

JJ had rolled his eyes when she told him, said it was unnecessary to leave two hours before the parade started, but when she came out he was still lying on his bed, scrolling through Instagram on his phone.

She’s brushing her hair when he says, “Do we have signs?”

“What?” She asks, frowning at him.

JJ looks at her, eyebrows raised. “Did you seriously forget to bring signs? Isn’t that like the one thing you bring to a parade?”

Kiara stays silent, and he seems to understand that it‘s an admission of guilt. Okay, so she was bound to forget something, this just happened to be it.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, sighing as he grabs her keys off of the the table and starts typing something into his phone.

“Where are you—“

“Don’t worry about it.”

Kiara wants to tell him that she has to worry, because it involves him, but he‘s gone before she can say anything.

She shakes her head, resigned to the fact that JJ is almost an adult and that she can’t really control him. Even if the idea of her reckless friend driving her car to an unknown location in the middle of the night makes her nervous.

She decides to try and relax, changing into one of the hotels fluffy bathrobes and applying a sparkly face mask while JJ isn’t there to tease her about it.

When she hears the lock click, she’s lying in bed, making a list for the morning on her phone.

JJ bursts through the door, and it takes her a second to comprehend the sight of him with an armful of colored paper, glitter, and markers.

“What did you do?”

“Posters,” he says with a shrug, as if that explains it. “I went to a drug store to get supplies, since you were unprepared. ‘Cmon, Kie, get your ass over here.”

It was the same quiet, subtle consideration that had made him come with her, and Kiara had always admired that about JJ— his life was hell, but he hadn’t let that damage his character, his natural instinct to help the people he cared about.

So, she pats the spot beside her on the bed, let’s JJ lay out his supplies, and spends the next two hours telling him to put caps on markers and fighting over tubes of rainbow glitter.

She ends up making her sign the colors of the pan flag, writes the words Pan and Proud on it. JJ is strangely secretive about his, and she starts to get nervous when he is hiding it from her, but she smiles when he turns and she sees the words Hearts Not Parts written out in different shades of glitter.

He grins at her reaction, starts searching for a marker to sign his name, and she has a moment where she is studying him: lounging beside her in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, blonde curls mussed from running his fingers through his hair, his lips between his teeth as he focuses on writing his name, and she thinks about how easy it would be to lean over and press her lips to his.

But she ignores that urge, excuses herself to the bathroom and splashes cold water on her face, and when she returns JJ is in his own bed, finally ready to go to sleep.

The bed seems colder without him, but she resists the desire to ask him to join her again. Because they were just friends, and she wasn’t going to ruin the weekend by being selfish.

The problem, ironically, she thinks as she stares at his sign, is that JJ’s heart is exactly what’s made her like him so damn much.

                                     •••

The next morning is more hectic than she wanted it to be, but with JJ, she should have expected it.

Kiara had built an extra hour into their schedule just for this purpose, but she sleeps through her alarm and wakes up thirty minutes before the parade starts.

She trips on JJ’s discarded boots when she stumbles out of bed, swears as she almost face-plants on the hotel floor, shakes JJ a little harder than necessary to wake him up.

They end up sharing the bathroom as they’re getting ready, and Kiara complains about the steam from his shower ruining her hair, yells at him for getting in her way. JJ is still ready twenty minutes before her, and he lays on the bed while she’s panicking, infuriatingly calm.

Kiara’s so flustered that she forgets her car keys, but JJ grabs them, pushes the elevator button with a pointed look at her wedged heels.

Okay, so they’re not the most parade appropriate attire, but at least they’re cute. Kiara’s shirt, which reads easily distracted by all genders, is tucked into her jean skirt, and her hair is braided with rainbow beads,  her eyeshadow a blended version of the colors in the pan flag.

She spent a good deal of time selecting her outfit, but when she gets to the car, she realizes that she’s overlooked one crucial thing: JJ.

Besides the sign, there’s nothing to distinguish him as a member of Pride, so she insists on pulling out her glitter when they’ve arrived at the parade and parked on the side of the street.

She thought he would refuse, but JJ just says he’ll do it if he can do hers as well. She agrees, and then they’re brushing rainbow glitter on each other’s cheeks, leaning over the console so that their faces are inches apart. JJ keeps moving, tapping his fingers against the seat, bouncing his legs, reaching up to itch his nose so that Kiara has to swat his hand away.

She just tries not to think about his fingers on her face, how the blue glitter on his cheeks makes his eyes pop.

JJ is adorably focused, eyes narrowed as he applies the glitter, and then he says, “How do you get your skin to be so soft?”

Kiara shivers as he brushes a finger over her cheekbone, as if he can’t help himself. “It’s called moisturizer, JJ,” she explains, smirking at him as she starts to list all of the skincare products she uses. JJ loses interest soon enough, applying a little more blue and pink glitter and then declaring that his work is finished.

To her surprise, they make it to the parade with time to spare. It was as if a rainbow had exploded on the streets of the city, everyone was carrying signs and laughing and dancing and getting brightly-colored drinks from the stands lining the sides of the road. The sun is shining above, and Kiara starts looking at the UV index on her phone, tries to make JJ put on sunscreen. He refuses, says it will mess with the glitter, let’s out a cry of outrage when she presses dollops of it onto his cheeks anyway.

She thought he would be uncomfortable surrounded by all of it, but JJ seems perfectly at ease, studying their surroundings with genuine interest and curiosity. They buy drinks from the vendors who barely glance at Kiara’s fake ID, which makes sense since the alcohol is basically water compared to what the Pogues ingest on a daily basis.

A few people compliment their signs, and music is blasting from the speakers, and Kiara finds that she’s actually able to relax, laughing as JJ spins her around with an arm.

They get food from the trucks, JJ buying anything with the word meat in it while she opts for fish tacos. He chugs from the water bottle she brought them, the one he insisted they didn’t need, makes Kiara do a Jell-O shot.

It escalates from there, until they end up at a bar, exhausted and sun-soaked, and Kiara takes off her heels and rests her sore legs on JJ’s lap under the bar while he orders them drinks. He claims the beer will help with the ache in her feet, and it does, because thirty minutes later Kiara has pulled him away from the bar and onto the dance floor. They’re both a few drinks in at this point, and although Kiara hates it, her weight means she gets drunk faster than he does, so she’s reasonably tipsy.

It’s a blur of laughter and bright colors and rainbow face paint, all writhing limbs and bodies bumping hers. Someone calls for shots, and Kiara screams at the top of her lungs, slips her hand into JJ’s and raises their arms into the air.

Eventually, a girl with a warm smile and tan skin, her blonde curls dyed pink, grabs Kiara’s hand and starts dancing with her, hips rolling and tongue out between purple-lipstick painted lips. JJ just watches them without commenting, sips from his drink, raises his eyebrows when Kiara starts grinding on her.

The girl tugs her towards the bar, and Kiara follows, tells JJ where she’s going over her shoulder.

“Kie,” he whines, pouting at her. “What am I supposed to do? Just stand here while you go hook up with her in the bathroom?”

“Why don’t you just sit there and look pretty?”

He glares at her as she shoots a pointed look at the glitter on his face, but Kiara just laughs, leaves him standing in the middle of the dance floor.

She returns a few minutes later, a purple lipstick print on her cheek, and JJ pretends to be pissed at her, gives her the cold shoulder as the girl lays her arms on Kiara’s shoulders and starts swaying her hips.

But then a boy with black shorts and no shirt appears, a rainbow painted on his chest, screaming as he runs his hands through his brown curls and knocks back a shot of tequila. He’s obviously hammered, but it doesn’t make it any less hilarious when he wraps an arm around JJ and hugs him, presses a kiss to his cheek. “You’re adorable,” he whispers in his ear, nuzzling into JJ’s neck. “Wanna fuck?”

“Uh, no, er, I’m good thanks—“

Both Kiara and the girl she’s dancing with start cackling as the boy stumbles away, giggling at JJ’s dumbstruck expression.

Kiara throws herself at him, wraps her arms around his neck, the buzz from the tequila allowing her to whisper the words wanna fuck? in his ear.

He doesn’t push her away like she thought he would, instead he tugs her closer and let’s her take a sip of his drink, press a kiss to his cheek.

In fact, after that, they don’t stop touching.

JJ stands behind her at the bar to keep people from bumping into her, and Kiara sits on his lap when they return to their seats, clings to his hand when they eventually stumble from the bar and into an Uber. They’ll pick up her car tomorrow, she thinks faintly, when the world stops spinning.

Kiara has rainbow glitter in her hair and her feet feel like they’re about to fall off her body, but her chest is filled with this strange, warm feeling that only grows when she rests her head on JJ’s shoulder and says, “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asks, glancing at her, his blue eyes heavy with exhaustion and alcohol, his voice softer than usual.

“For this,” she tells him, gesturing to herself, the signs at their feet. “For today. For always accepting me for who I am.”

It’s cheesy, and they don’t do cheesy, but she’s drunk and JJ doesn’t seem to mind as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Always, Kie. You don’t have to worry about that.”

#obx #outer banks #jiara #jj x kiara #jiara fanfiction #kiara carrera #jj maybank #jiara fic #outer banks fanfiction #my writing

[tinayoufatlarrdd]

She (ii)

Part one.

Harry was sure a part of him died when he opened the massive delivery package by his porch that afternoon.

It was the things that he left at Y/N’s apartment. His pants, his toothbrush, his books, even the pictures Y/N used to hang on her ceiling and walls. Everything that had anything to do with him was now returned to him. But what really hit him hard was the Fleetwood Mac record at the bottom of the pile—the one that he gave her on the day she finally let him into her world.

He remembered one morning, as they laid naked on bed, she asked him why he was so persistent to talk to her those cold December nights.

“Did you like my apartment that much?” she’d ask, fingers playing with Harry’s curls. “You could just browse the internet for this kind of aesthetic, you know.”

He smiled as Mystified from the record he gave her played in the background. “You know ’s not about your place, love.”

“Just doesn’t make sense to me. I mean you hated me...” she could feel the rapid increase of her heartbeat remembering those painful memories of him.

“Hey, I never hated you. I was...” he paused and she nodded since she understood the whole ‘lovelorn Harry Styles’ ordeal. “And I didn’t think I had thanked you properly for keeping me alive that night.”

“You are very heavy, you know that?” she poked his nose.

Harry returned the gesture with a kiss on her nose. “The universe has obviously set us up. I mean, of all places, I ended up at that cafe and I felt extremely familiar when I woke up here… Like a strong feeling that I’d known you for so long just from your stuff—I don’t get those feelings very often so I can’t just brush it off now, can I?”

She giggled. “You don’t believe in those things.”

“I do,” he tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear and stared at her eyes and her lips. “I’m just glad I didn’t miss it.”

“Me too,” she whispered. ���Because, listen, this record really is beautiful!”

Harry couldn’t stop replaying that peaceful morning in his head. He could still remember the way she curved her lips and the smell of her hair, everything was still crystal vision for him.

“What is it, H?” the silvery sound of the woman that he chose disrupted his flashbacks.

“Nothing, just some things from an old friend,” he answered quickly, closing the box and bringing it inside the house.

The girlfriend pressed a quick peck on his lips and whispered something about shower, a blow, and some job, but he didn’t really pay attention. His eyes were glued to one of the pictures peeking through the box lid. It was a new year party at his friend’s house. He was tipsy but he could still remember how he pulled her close by her waist and kissed her when midnight struck. She didn’t say anything about the kiss the next day because obviously she thought he was too inebriated to remember. But he remembered their first kiss, he always did.

She was just that kind of girl. The one that never demanded any explanation from him. But now, he wished she’d done the other way around. He wished she’d screamed at him, slapped him, or even punched him in his face. Yet, she didn’t.

The night Harry left her for the girl of his dreams, nothing but guilt crawled inside him. He was so sure that if he didn’t chase his dream girl, it would only cause more pain for him and Y/N. He would’ve pretended that he loved her for God knows how long and it would only snowball into so much lies and affectations. He knew he should’ve picked some other time, but he couldn’t just miss his dream girl that he hadn’t seen for almost a year. He had to chase her down while he had the chance, even if it meant leaving Y/N right there and then.

When he came to Y/N’s place the next morning after spending the night with his dream girl, he was prepared to accept her rage. Instead, she just nodded when he ended the whole thing. She only said a faint ‘I understand.’ without a single fight. It would’ve been easier if Y/N was angry at him. It would’ve been simpler to frame him as the bad guy. But with that weak ‘I know.’ when he said that he couldn’t just let his love go, Harry began to question his own decision.

Sure his perfect girl didn’t really understand his own music like Y/N did but relationship was not some full-blown similarity contest, it’s how two people compromised on differences, he always said to himself. Sure his perfect girl didn’t laugh at his jokes like Y/N did, but maybe he really wasn’t that funny, he always said to himself. Sure his perfect girl didn’t spoon him when he felt overwhelmed or caress him lovingly when he had a rough day or pepper him with kisses when he got home or playfully tickle him when he fell asleep while watching a movie or…

“Harry?” her voice snapped him back into reality. “You’ve been standing there for half an hour. What’s wrong?”

“Absolutely,” he nervously answered without thinking.

She shrugged at his response and continued talking about some news she heard from her manager about him being the performer at the most anticipated fashion show where she’d also walk at. She was excited and Harry just smiled, wishing he could wipe out Y/N from his memories and be fully present for the woman that he loved.

Y/N didn’t really think about Harry. Well, she didn’t really want to think about Harry but it was just beyond her control. He was everywhere. He was sleeping on her couch, he was sipping coffee by the kitchen counter, he was putting his shoes on, he was talking to her plants, he was always there. And she just couldn’t drive the vivid memories of him away even when she had removed his traces off her place.  

She was busy without a doubt. She finally was able to get her old life back with even bigger shots. Yet somehow, tears just rolled down her cheeks with no warning—right in the middle of nowhere, she would suddenly feel the pain throbbing in her chest and she couldn’t help but cry.

“Oh my God! Are you okay?!” one of the models asked her in panic when she accidentally bumped into her sobbing in the dressing room.

“Oh, this is embarrassing! Don’t worry, it happens all the time. My eyes are very sensitive,” she lied.

It wasn’t her eyes. It’s just her. She could watch some comedy special at home and laugh so hard that it turned into weeping. So much weeping that she lost sleep over and over again. She always told herself to stop crying as if it was a crime to shed a tear over her unrequited love, but the prominent swell on her eyes could never conceal her hurting.

Where did I go wrong? she’d constantly ask herself. Was she not caring enough? Was she not understanding enough? Was she not giving him enough space? Was she not beautiful enough? The questions kept haunting her and she didn’t know the answers. It’s like when Harry left that morning, he ripped a part of her heart and left a big hole inside her. And that hole had now become a void of echoes, screaming how not good enough she was.

After all, she really did love him. She loved him so much that when she unexpectedly saw him and her again that day on set, she could only turn away.

He looked just as surprised as she was when he walked into the magnificent floral set. She looked thinner and exhausted, but still captivating in her simple white tee and blue flare jeans. It broke his heart a little when she turned away.

He closed his eyes, cursing himself for even thinking that way about her when his girlfriend was right next to him. He said it himself that he’d chosen his dream girl over Y/N so he couldn’t understand why he suddenly craved to see Y/N closer, to touch her, to be with her again.

Neither Harry nor Y/N knew that they would be working together again. It was a massive pre-show photoshoot and there were so many models and crew members involved, of course the people in charge wouldn’t inform who did what in details. She was one of the many photographers too, so it was one crowded set.

On top of that, not many knew that Harry and Y/N were a couple for quite a long time, not even his girlfriend. Hell, she didn’t even seem to remember the ‘rude photographer’ that she used to talk about in interviews. Moreover with Harry’s naturally friendly impression, no one really assumed they were a thing even when they were seen together a handful times before. So everyone was really having fun with this cheeky flowery session when Y/N was actually dying inside.

“Sorry, could you please change that?” she asked one of the assistants when he played Rolling Stones’ She’s A Rainbow, all the while capturing the gorgeous brunette with hazel eyes.

Harry felt a sharp sting spreading inside his body as he knew damn well that’s the song they used to dance to, the one that he said reminded him of her. He even set it as her personal ringtone and she always blushed every time he sang it to her. It just carried so many sweet memories only they knew.

“Please, don’t. I really love this song!” his girlfriend said to the assistant and immediately turned to Harry with the biggest smile on her face. “H, you sang this to me on our first date, remember?”

She felt paralyzed after hearing that. Just as she thought she couldn’t hurt more, he had to take away the good memories from her too and turned it into another reason to convince herself that she was nothing but a substitute.

Harry noticed her subtle response even when no one else did and he could feel his inside burning. She clearly was hiding so much disappointment and he just wanted to hit himself with a brick for putting her in such misery.

Honestly, he didn’t even remember that it was his first date’s song. They went to a karaoke bar, for fuck’s sake. Of course he’d sing along, just not especially to her. But when he sang it to Y/N he meant it. Just like when he kissed her and made love to her, he always meant all those. It would always be their song and he wished he could just run to Y/N and told her that it’s not true.

Y/N took a deep breath and went on the best she could. At this point, she was just trying to get through without crying. She just wanted to be professional and it really was difficult when the person who destroyed her over and over again was less ten feet away.

It didn’t take long before the coordinator screamed to escort the models and other crews into the warehouse next door, out of the blue. Something about walking and blocking and it was definitely not on their schedule.

The coordinator was sweating, dreading when he explained hurriedly to Y/N something about board of executives and sudden rehearsal review or something, and that she needed to stay put while the other photographers covered the warehouse next door. She nodded anxiously, silently worried that she might not deliver her best work with this change of plans. But then just before he left the set, he scanned the room and laid his eyes on Harry. He talked to Harry rushingly in private and within seconds, everyone left the room.

Everyone but Y/N and Harry.

Harry walked his way to Y/N, eyes not leaving hers but she didn’t reciprocate.

“Y/N,” he said lowly and he was devastated to see that she just instinctively flinched away from him, just like how human body avoided the same pain twice. “I was told to get my pictures done while they’re away.”

She nodded and cued him to get on set. He couldn’t stop staring at her quivering lips when she told him where to stand. She didn’t say much, she didn’t even try to fix his poses like she did with the models previously as if she didn’t want to touch him.

“I didn’t sing that song to her, I swear,” he cleared his throat to break the excruciating silence. “We went to a karaoke bar and that song was on.”

“It’s just a song, Harry,” her shaky voice said it all, that it was never just a song to her.

“It wasn’t,” he said to himself.

She heard that but she just sighed.

“And I didn’t—“ he stopped mid sentence as she finally looked him in the eye.

“Harry, I don’t need any of your explanations. It’s fine, I’m fine,” she quickly said before averting her gaze back to her camera.

“Are you coming to the show too?” he asked.

She just nodded.

“I’m singing that new song,” he scratched his forehead. “The one I showed you before.”

Harry didn’t know what’s gotten into him. Just less than a few months ago he left this girl in front him for the one that he loved. He chose the other girl over Y/N. But since then, instead of feeling whole he just felt incomplete.

And now that he saw Y/N again, there’s something urging him to reach her again, to feel her, to somehow make it right. He really couldn’t even comprehend his own feelings.

Why would he miss someone he’d left?

Why would he crave for someone he was certain he didn’t love?

And why did she have to act all tough when every sign of her body showed the exact opposite?

Y/N just went on capturing Harry without a single word. He really looked beautiful in that set of suits, she must admit. And she longed to be held by him again. The pain inside her chest just kept coming back now that he’s right there, in front of her, and not being hers. She just couldn’t stop wondering, was he ever hers to begin with?

It was the longest hour in her life. At one point Harry even tried to crack an old intimate inside joke they used to laugh at, which she just uncomfortably ignored. Harry himself didn’t know either why he wanted to see her laugh so badly that he ended up telling that joke, knowing damn well it would just drive her further away—why would he want to drive her even closer anyway? He really couldn’t place himself correctly when he’s near her and it’s scaring him.

She never felt more grateful when she saw everyone else came back into the set a few inconvenience minutes later. Within seconds Harry was back with his girlfriend and she was back with holding it in. To say it was a bad day for her was an understatement, it was agonizing—but it’s still not over. She would have to relive the whole experience again a few days later, during the show night where she would be backstage with everyone. And by everyone, it particularly meant Harry and the girlfriend. She felt uneasy just thinking about those two again.

Working as quickly as she could that late night to develop the roll and send it to the editor, she found herself staring at Harry’s photographs. She still subconsciously cut the rolls and hung it under ‘their’ ceiling. Just as she realized that she’s not supposed to hang it there anymore, she heard a loud knock on her door. She didn’t expect anyone, it was way too late for some visit; she was sure she was about to get robbed. She impulsively grabbed her developing tray and stood behind the door, ready to attack the uninvited guest. Slowly she opened the door and fearfully swung the tray with eyes closed while screaming an exceptionally loud ‘Help!’

“Y/N! Stop!” Harry grabbed her hands so that she’d stop hitting him and left a little chuckle. “A tray?”

For a moment, Harry felt like it was his Y/N. The one who did just the silliest things, the one with the most peculiar reflex that only he understood. For a moment, he believed it was all back to when they were together.

She jolted when she opened her eyes. The last time he stood right there was that morning when he decided to leave her. Seeing him again, in that same spot, revived the ache inside her.

“What are you doing here?” she couldn’t stop staring, not sure whether he was real or not.

Harry let go of her hands when she forcefully wiggled them out. “I need to talk to you.”

“About what?” she took a step back.

“I…” he scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know.”

She raised an eyebrow and closed the door. “Good night, Harry.”

“No, no. Wait,” he quickly hold the door.

He couldn’t believe history repeated itself again. Just exactly almost a year ago they were in this very position: her hating him and him trying to get to her.

But Harry really couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t think of anything else, he couldn’t even get himself to sleep next to his girlfriend, he just needed to see Y/N. He needed Y/N.

“I left her,” he blurted out.

“What?” she almost dropped her tray.

“I was so blinded… and I’m sorry it takes me this long to realize. I just…” Harry took a deep breath and look her in the eye. “I love you.”

She froze. Of course she had dreamed about this moment a few months ago. Those lonely nights where she just hoped to find him knocking at her door, telling her it was just all a misunderstanding, and that he loved her. But now, after being broken over and over again, she just didn’t know how to respond. There’s a teeny part of her that was angry—angry that it took him this long to come back to her. But most of her was afraid knowing he could easily wreck her again should she give him yet another chance.

It’s like all of her emotions just mixed altogether, all jumbled up, that she didn’t know what to do but... laugh. She laughed so hard, tears started forming by the corner of her eyes and Harry could only stare at her, disconcerted and dumbfounded.

“Y/N?” he asked calmly, trying to cover his confusion.

“You saw me earlier today…” she wiped the tears and struggled to talk in between laughters. “And just thought, ‘I’m gonna fuck her up again.’ now, do you? That’s hilarious, Harry!”

He shook his head. “No, never.”

“I’m not your fucking toy, Harry!” her laughter slowly stopped and there were only tears left.

She finally stopped laughing and slowly but surely, she couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. She just cried and her whole body shook. All those pent-up feelings she kept for so long had exploded and Harry was there to witness how much he had damaged the person he actually loved.

He just hugged her tightly and at first she tried to push him away by punching his chest but he stayed holding her tight. Then she stopped hitting him and just sank into him as if she had no energy left to even refuse him, that it took almost everything inside her to resist him. And that just showed how much she loved him.

“I’m sorry,” he kept whispering to her.

Harry still held her just as tight even when she had stopped sobbing and only had to release when she pulled away. He held her cheek but she dodged away and stepped further back instead.

“Will you ever forgive me?” he asked in despair.

And as she looked at his beautiful face, the one that she trailed with her fingers every morning, the one that she found comfort in by just staring at it, she took one deep breath.

“No,” she said as she slammed the door, leaving them in a much harder state than their rough encounter those cold December nights last year.

Part three.

#harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #harry imagine #tinayoufatlarrdd

[fatgirlwritesscenarios]

When Bestie Visits

((A/N: This one was a request for something Seungkwan. They didn’t care what it was about; I think they just asked that it was kind of fluffy and funny...I think. Either way, this is what I came up with for our precious Boo. It made me laugh.)

Pairing: SeungkwanxReader 

Genre: Humor/Friendship

Word Count: 3,138

Summary: You were minding your business on a random day when Seungkwan decided you needed to be “blessed with his presence” and stopped by your apartment to hang out. You soon made him question your sanity and loyalty as his best friend because he’s certain you’re trying to kill him. 

                                                      *~*~*~*~*~*

For one reason or another, you started dreaming about hammers. You weren’t exactly sure what you were dreaming about before hand- you were fairly certain it had something to do with a celebrity death match- but now? Hammers…Dancing hammers…Dancing hammers tapping a catchy tune in your head. What the actual hell?

Roused from your blissful slumber at long last, you awoke enough to realize that that ‘hammering’ was actually someone knocking on your front door. Now who in the hell has such a death wish that they would go making sweet, disturbing music at…oh, look, 8 AM?!

“Oh my god. What the fu-yeah! I’m coming!” You stumbled off of your couch where you had passed out the night before and trekked towards the door, “I don’t know who you are, but you better have a good reason for being here!”

You flung the door open and felt your face fall flatly at the individual giving you a big cheeky, grin on the other side, “Seungkwan…”

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, holding his arms out, “Aren’t you glad and blessed to see me!?”

You waited a beat and then swung the door closed. Seungkwan stuck his foot out just in time to prevent the door from closing fully, whining at your cruel reaction.

“Yah! Is that anyway to treat your best friend?!” he cried, “And after I came all this way to see you?!”

“You act like we’re 400 miles apart from each other, Seungkwan. We live in the same city less than 30 minutes away from each other. Relax! And you could’ve called or texted me before attempting to break down my front door.”

“Where’s the fun in that? And besides,” he moved into the apartment and shut the door, following you into the living room, “I know you and you would’ve ignored the call before eventually putting it on silent.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. You’re not exactly someone I’m dying to see this early in the morning,” you agreed, earning an unamused glare from your best friend as you flopped back on the couch, “What are you doing here, anyway? Should you be off being a famous idol somewhere?”

“I have the day off and decided to sneak away for a date,” he happily proclaimed, bounding over to the couch and squeezing in behind you.

“The only date you’ll ever get because what female in her right mind would ever enjoy spending that much time with you?”

“You enjoy spending time with me!”

“I tolerate spending time with you. There’s a difference. ACK!”

Seungkwan grinned victoriously after pinching your side, whining half-heartedly when you smacked his hip in retaliation and settled down with your back to him. You were both silent, the man sliding an arm underneath you until it could wrap comfortably around your middle, cuddling you close. YOU hardly reacted, only readjusting yourself so you were both more comfortable. Seungkwan had been cuddling like this with you probably not long after the both of you had met just a few years back. It was just the kind of friendship you had: comfortable and apparently touchy-feely.

“So…” you started after a couple of minutes, your eyes still closed, “What do you want to do today?”

“Karaoke!”

“NOT karaoke!”

You both spoke at the same time, you rolling your eyes when Seungkwan began throwing another fit like a petulant child. “Why not?! Why can’t we go do Karaoke?!” he questioned, writhing about and disturbing your once comfortable position.

“Because, you giant diva, you sing for a living already. You gotta give your voice and your throat a rest before you damage it. Day off means voice off. No karaoke,” you said, turning on your back and staring at the ceiling all while ignoring his pouting and tiny tantrum.

You did, however, elbow him in the chest when he dug his nails into your hip by accident. You hid a smile when he groaned and leaned back to rub the abused spot, Seungkwan muttering something about how mean you were being to him.

“Well, if we’re not going to do something fun like karaoke, then what do you suggest we do?” he asked, his voice dripping with attitude.

You took a moment to think of your options, somewhat distracted when the man started to absently hum a random song, before a mischievous smile spread across your lips. Seungkwan noticed it right away and suddenly didn’t feel so safe.

“Wh-What? What’s that smile for? Nothing good ever comes from that smile!” he exclaimed, extremely wary.

You shrugged, “Maybe not for you, but it’s gonna be loads of fun for me. Let’s go.”

“Wait! What are we doing?!” he cried after you jumped up, your chuckling filling him with fear as you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him to his feet.

*~*~*~*

“Wah! Y/N, don’t push me too fast!”

“You’re doing fine, Seungkwan.”

“I’m going to fall!”

“No you’re not. I’m right here.”

“How-How do I turn on this stupid thing?!”

“Normally you would lean with your body, but I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet.”

“I’M GOING TO FALL!”

“NO YOU’RE NOT!”

Decked out in protective gear, Seungkwan flailed his arms in panic, feeling himself teetering precariously on the skateboard. He feared himself having a terrible fall and he probably would have had one by now had you not been running right behind him, the back of his shirt gripped firmly in your hand. That hardly gave him any comfort, though, as he continued to scream in terror.

The two of you were currently at a new sports park that had opened up near your apartment just a couple months back. It was extremely popular considering it had chosen a location near a well-known university and several high schools. You were a regular at the park while your less than athletic best friend didn’t even know it existed.

You had already spent about half the day at the park, first giving Seungkwan the tour and explaining how everything worked. He was frowning almost the entire time, but you could tell that it was just because he was uncomfortable in this setting. He recognized it more as your domain, somewhere that you bloom and thrive beautifully, but a place that was as foreign to him as a completely different country.

Despite knowing that he was probably going to suck at almost every activity the park had to offer, you figured you had done enough karaoke nights with him- about 50% of them against your will- to earn one day at the sports park with him. You had started out with something small- Seungkwan screaming the entire time that bungee jumping was not small!- and worked your way down to your current and last activity: skateboarding.

“Y/N! Y/N, I’m going to hit something! How do I stop?!” he shouted, eyes locked on the metal pole that was fast approaching.

“Lean to the right.”

“No, I want to stop!”

“I said lean to the right!”

“Y/N!”

“Seungkwan! TO THE RIGHT!” You pulled on the back of his shirt and made him lean his body to the right, the singer missing the pole by mere inches. He had leaned over a little too far, though, and ended up putting all of his weight on his right side which then resulted in him falling off the skateboard completely.

Luckily, you were right beside him at this point and were able to break his fall by catching him, your laughter mixing with his indignant cries of terror. You held him securely against your body while he dramatically gasped for air and clutched at his chest. With eyes rolling to the heavens, you shook your head and continued to laugh.

“The drama in you,” you mused, smirking at him when he turned an aggravated glare at you.

“I am not being dramatic! I told you I was going to fall and you made me get on that thing anyway!”

“Of course you fell! You refused to believe that I wasn’t going to let you fall and did everything you could to psyche yourself out. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, Seung. What else did you expect?” you argued.

“Not certain death!” was the reply you got and you howled with laughter as Seungkwan sat there pouting, reclining back into your hold.

He was such a child with all his crying, whining and complaining, but it rarely annoyed you as much as you made it seem to him. His overreacting was part of what made Boo Seungkwan who he was and you wouldn’t take him any differently. He made your life colorful and interesting; not just because he was an idol, but because he was an amazing man you were proud to be best friends with.

You held him all the tighter against you and stroked his hair in a calming fashion as he continued to grumble under his breath; “I’m proud of you, though. You rode a skateboard,” you reminded him, leaning your head to the side to gaze at him, “You went way out of your comfort zone for this.”

“This whole day has been out of my comfort zone! I’m starting to wish I had never come over in the first place!” he shot back though his conviction was weak. If he had the choice to do it all over again, he knew he would just to see you.

You laughed at him and shook your head, “Admit it, Seung. You had fun here!”

He said nothing at first, pouting off to the side as you pinched his cheek. Batting your hands away and groaning in annoyance, he sighed before admitting, “I…I guess the Trampoline Grounds were fun.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like the Zipline over the foam pit, too,” you teased, finally seeing a smile break across his face, “See? Knew it. Come on, let’s get up.”

“What? What hells activity are you dragging me to next?!” he questioned you worriedly when you stood up, his brows pinching tight together as he grabbed your hand and let you pull him to his feet.

With your head tilted back and a loud groan bubbling up from your throat, “I’m not dragging you to any hells activity, Seungkwan. I think you’ve had enough for the day, so stop your panicking.” You gave him a flat look when he sighed in exaggerated relief. “I swear…Aren’t you glad I made you change clothes before we came out here? Although it would have been hilarious to see you rock climbing in your $54 sweater…now I kind of regret making you change. Damn.”

“I can’t believe how many articles of my clothes you have at your apartment,” he mused, following after you when you began to lead him back towards the entrance to the park, the rented skateboard under your arm after a fellow boarder handed it back to you.

“I can’t believe you never noticed how many articles of your clothing you leave at my apartment. I’m still trying to figure out how I ended up with 10 pairs of your shorts there.”

“Just admit that you stole them,” he teased, the both of you stopping at a vending machine to buy a cool drink.

“I’m not admitting to a crime that no one would commit even if desperate,” you shot back, an amused smile planted on your lips when Seungkwan gasped dramatically, hand over his heart and his mouth parted in wide ‘o’ shape.

“Do you enjoy hurting me so?”

“More than you know.”

You laughed at his expense, paying for the drinks and handing one over to him. A temporary silence filled the air, you and Seungkwan overlooking the park as the sun slowly began to set, a golden light cast over the entire playground. The singer soon lost interest in the scene before him when he glanced at you and saw this…serene expression cross your features, the smallest, happiest smile creeping upon your lips. He wondered if you were this happy every time you came here…or maybe you were just that much happier because you were sharing this experience with him.

He chose to think it was the latter.

“You really like it here, don’t you Y/N?” he asked to break the silence, your eyes focusing on him.

Your smile was too genuine to try and cover up as you nodded to confirm his theory. “I do,” you said, leaning against the vending machine, “I was really happy when it opened up. It’s a great place for me to come and work out my stress without having to go to the gym all the time. It’s a good way for me to relax, you know? It’s like…well, it’s my karaoke.”

Seungkwan smiled at that, chuckling with his eyes trained on his drink now as he lost himself in his own thoughts for a moment. He couldn’t help but to wonder how he got so lucky to have a best friend like you. Someone so different in nearly every way and yet the perfect complement to his own personality. What good had he done in his past life to have such a blessing?

“Speaking of singing, how are things going with the boys?” you inquired, drawing his eyes back up to you, “You guys have been pretty busy lately. I mean, you’re busy all the time, but I feel it’s more so now than you had been a few months ago. Are you preparing for a comeback?”

“You know I can’t tell you that, but yes. Yes we are,” he responded, you nearly choking on your drink when you started laughing, “It’s gonna be soon, so look out for it.”

“I always do.”

“And everything is great with the guys, actually. We are really busy: practicing and rehearsing and recording. It’s a lot of hard work, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love the music that we make and how the Carats are so supportive of us. I love how we all get along so well and balance each other out. I just…well…”

When Seungkwan paused, you looked closer at him, finding a shallow sadness flitting across his face. He seemed solemn now, his eyes cast down for a moment before they lifted back up to lock with yours.

“I just miss you sometimes,” he admitted and you wanted to melt at how sweet he was being, “I wish I could spend more time with you, Y/N. We hardly even get to text each other these days. I’m afraid that we’ll be so disconnected that we’ll just drift apart one day and never talk to each other again. I don’t want to lose my best friend. I can’t stop worrying about it.”

And he was telling the truth; you could see it in the way his grip on his drink tightened in an attempt to keep his emotions in check. Not that it did much good in keeping his expressions in check, his insecurities as plain as the nose on his face. You sighed quietly and nudged his shoulder, taking one of his hands in yours. When he looked at you, you were grinning.

“Listen to me and listen to me good, Seung,” you started, making sure you had his full attention, “You’re stuck with me. I don’t care how long we go without talking to each other or how long it’s been since we’ve last seen each other; I’m always going to be a thorn in your side as your best friend. I’m always going to be here and I’m always going to support you. You’ll honestly have to kill my entire family and then sleep with my future boyfriend before that ever changes.”

The things you say never cease to stun him, Seungkwan having to take a second to comprehend the fact that sleeping with your future boyfriend would be the straw that broke that camel’s back…and not the murder of your family. When he was finally all caught up, he started laughing. It was a mere chuckle and then a giggle and before you knew it, he was doubled over and holding his stomach.

You grinned victoriously, proud of yourself for putting his worries and fears to rest. Seungkwan was insecure about enough things, from his singing ability to his own attractiveness. The last think you wanted him to be concerned about was the solidity of your friendship. You loved this crazy, melodramatic, diva of a man named Boo Seungkwan as the closest thing to a brother you would ever have and you were going to make him understand that no matter how long it took.

Finishing off your drink and tossing the can away, you stood straight and faced him with your hands on your hips, a smirk stretched across your face.

“There’s one more thing I want us to do,” you said.

Fear flashed in his eyes again, “What’s with that smile?! NOTHING GOOD EVER COMES FROM THAT SMILE!”

*~*~*~*

While it’s funny that you could put the fear of God into him, you really wished Seungkwan would trust you a little more when it came to choosing activities. It would have saved you both the heartache of his near panic attack he was having on the way into the city. However, that hardly mattered now as you sat clapping along to the beat of the song, listening as Seungkwan belted out the lyrics to one of his favorite songs that blasted from the speakers in the karaoke room you rented out.

The original plan had been to rest his voice for the day, but nothing made him happier than singing…and apparently spending time with you, so why not give him what he wanted? Who knew when the next time would be that the both of you could hang out like this? Might as well enjoy it while it lasted, no matter what you were doing.

“Whooo! Go Seungkwan! Encore! Encore!” you cheered for him as the song came to an end, the man bowing oh so dramatically before he was skipping up to you and grabbing your wrist.

“Duet! Duet!” he ordered, tugging on your arm.

“Yeah, no. I don’t sing.”

“You do tonight!”

“Hold up! Oh!” you laughed when he yanked you up and made you stand in front of the TV with him, choosing a song the both of you could sing together.

You really couldn’t sing, but Seungkwan couldn’t care any less about how professional you didn’t sound and cheered you on regardless. You were now back in his domain, but that was okay. As long as he was happy, smiling, and relaxing, you would make a fool of yourself…just like he made a fool of himself at the park. That’s what best friends did for each other. That’s what you would do for Seungkwan and what he would do for you.

Always.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #boo seungkwan #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan scenarios

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 27 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: ask game is ON until Sunday. While I’m writing, please send asks for the characters. Not only do I love your questions, it helps me stay in the zone. Also, updated my writing playlist because some songs needed to be added and I do what I want. 

Warnings: Slight/implied smut, shit gets a bit weird, nothing unusual.

Word Count: Less than 4K, which is lovely, because I seriously thought this chapter is like a standalone novel. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24, Chapter 25 , Chapter 26

"Fiercely and forever, Jones."

Ben and Annie leaned into each other, their foreheads pressed together. Annie sat in Ben's lap, one hand wrapped around the column of his neck, the other around his broad shoulders. Rocking them both back and forth, Ben let out the most confusing noise - something between a sob and a laugh.

"I don't even have an engagement ring to give you."

"I don't want one." Annie opened her eyes and looked at him through her lashes,close-up. The reality of what had just happened settling in. "I don't want a wedding."

Ben's eyes opened and stared into her own. "Come again?"

"I don't want this to be a big deal." Annie didn't break eye-contact. "I don't want people to know we're doing this."

"So no one's allowed to know we're getting married, then?" Ben leaned back, his arms relaxing around Annie. "Why?"

"It's nobody's business."

"I'm pretty sure our friends and families will want to celebrate this." Ben scoffed.

"I don't give a flying fuck, actually." Annie shrugged. "They're not doing this. We are."

"Are you sure about that?"

"About what?" Annie raised an eyebrow.

"That we're doing this. It doesn't sound like we're doing this." Ben started to push Annie off him but she clung on. "Are you ashamed of our relationship or something?"

"Of course not."

"So you just don't want people to know we're doing this?" Ben was incredulous. "For no reason? Just because?"

"If people know," Annie started, carefully choosing her words, "if they're involved - if they're invested in it - and this all falls apart, just imagine how much fun they'll have watching us crash and burn."

"Huh." Ben bit the inside of his cheek. "So, what, we elope? Tell no one? You won't take my name?"

"We'll get legally married. No big, fancy event. No tux and wedding gown." Annie explained. "No invitations. No paps. Just us."

"So we'll be the only ones to know we're married?"

"Well, no. We could tell family and friends after the fact." Annie shrugged. "We can exchange rings if you want. I'll take your name. All I need is a little hyphen next to mine."

"Right." Ben chuckled bitterly.

"What?"

"Nothing." he shrugged and pushed Annie off his lap.

"What is it?" Annie asked, still sitting on the floor, as Ben got up and looked for his smokes.

"Nothing. Everything's fine."

"It clearly isn't." Annie stood up as well and blocked the front door. "Talk to me."

"Do you really want to get married, Annie?" Ben asked as he reached for his jacket from the coat rack, "or are you just -"

"Yes!" Annie cried as Ben put his jacket on. "Yes!"

"Just without anyone knowing?"

"Ben, think about it." Annie crossed her arms. "You're getting seriously famous. Internationally. You're the best looking man on earth. Do you know how many people will wish us nothing but the worst? How many people will -"

"Who gives a bloody shit?!"

"I do!" Annie squared her shoulders. "It'll take us 29 days to get married from the day we give our notice."

"I can't bel -" Ben stopped mid-sentence, "wait, how do you know that?"

"I checked."

“What do you mean?”

“I checked what the process is.” Annie shrugged. “Because this is something I want to do. With you.”

Ben looked up at the ceiling and scratched the side of his nose, scoffing.

“Wait,” he said when he looked down and took in Annie’s puzzled face. “You actually checked that? When?”

“In the car. Before I drove home.”

“So when you said you’re ‘not sure’ if you want to get married, before?”

“Yeah, I lied.” Annie cringed. “Mostly to myself, if that’s any consolation.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Ben shook his head in awe. “29 days?”

“29 days. But we have to give notice. Only then we can start counting down.”

“Do we need documents or something?”

“I guess. Didn’t check that far…” Annie bit her bottom lip. “I got kind of freaked out with myself for looking it up in the first place.”

“I’m not following.” Ben started to take a fag out of the box. “Can you move, please?”

“Ben, I never wanted to get married. Growing up with my parents, seeing what marriage was like?” Annie explained. “It was like having an out-of-body experience. I was looking it up and looking at myself doing that and just flipped. I walked up to our stoop ready to kick your head off for changing me and turning me into this… This… thing! But then I saw you and -”

“You know your parents aren’t the best example of a healthy marriage.”

“Yeah. But when I saw you, it’s like our entire relationship played over in my brain.” Annie’s cheeks started reddening. “Fuck-marry-kill. It hit me. I want this. I’ve wanted this since before I even realized I want this.”

“You are so bloody weird.”

“I know.” Annie grinned. “But I do want this. I really, really want this. But on my terms.”

“What about my terms? They don’t matter?”

“Not when you’re not around much... No.” Annie smirked.

“You cheeky little dwarf!” Ben dropped his cigarette box and picked Annie up, throwing her body over his shoulder and smacking her bum. “Fine. Fine. We’ll do it on your terms.”

###

“Cut!”

Jamie and Annie exhaled and slumped their shoulders, their royal stance relaxing. They knew another take was coming and stayed in place. Jamie put a loose strand of Annie’s hair back where it should have been while Annie adjusted his costume.

“So? Elvis has left the building?” Jamie asked, looking at his poor attempt at fixing Annie’s hair and hoping no one will notice.

“Yep, left in the middle of last night.” Annie kept her voice low and her face straight.

“Is everything… you know,” Jamie frowned, “alright?”

“We’re getting married.”

Jamie choked on his own spit and started coughing frantically.

“Wrong pipe?” Annie asked with a lopsided smile.

“You’re getting -” he realized how loud he was and composed himself, “you’re getting married?!”

“Legally, yeah.” Annie nodded slightly. “Nothing big.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Annie said and rolled on her feet, rocking from her toes to her heels, stretching her arms back. “I know. You can’t tell anyone.”

“Wait, what?”

“Action!” the director yelled.

###

“Hey, buddy.” Ben smiled and put the phone on speaker as he wolfed down his lunch. “How’s the tour?”

“Ben Cardy is having a blast, lemme tell ya.” Joe’s words slurred slightly.

“Are you drunk?” Ben put his sandwich down.

“One would say that I could possibly be, yes.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“We’re going to a karaoke bar!” Joe announced. “I’m Winnie The Pooh.”

“Of course you are.” Ben chuckled. “So, I see you’re having fun without me.”

“Meh.” Joe shrugged. “What else is happening? How was the weekend?”

“Annie and I got into a bit of a messy fight.” Ben recounted. “Almost broke up but then we sorted it all out and now we’re going to get ma - haaaaaah -”

“Ben?” Joe’s voice rose an octave. “Hello? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ben shook his head clear, “we’re going to get… Um... Marigolds. For our garden.”

Ben’s eyebrows knotted as he thought about what he just said.

“Marigolds?”

“Uh-huh. Annie wants ‘em.” Ben smacked his forehead and pursed his lips.

“Huh.”

“Yeah, anyways.” Ben was suddenly in a rush. “I better get going. Have fun without me!”

“Are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Yep. Everything’s perfect. Talk soon!”

Ben hung up the call and groaned. This is a secret he’s going to struggle to keep.

###

“Cut! Right! Great job, you two!” the director called out, finally giving Annie and Jamie their lunch break.

“You’re getting married?!” Jamie wrapped an arm around Annie and hissed. “What?!”

“Yeah.”

“And I can’t tell anyone because…?”

“I said so.”

“What?!”

“Yep.” Annie popped the ‘p’. “So, there’s that.”

“Annie, are you going through a psychotic break? Are you hearing voices and seeing things? Are you… are you high right now?!” Jamie put both of his hands on her shoulders, scrutinizing her face for any sign of insanity or intoxication. “Can you hear colors? Taste voices?”

“I’m not -” Annie started. “What?!”

“Exactly!”

“Why are you freaking out?” Annie raised an eyebrow, her head tilted curiously. “You’re allegedly engaged, too. Shouldn’t be that big of a deal.”

“Allegedly?” Jamie blinked at Annie.

“C’mon, Jamie.” Annie took one of his hands and led him towards the trailers. “It’s a PR stunt. Everybody knows.”

“Pardon?”

“What, we have a huge fight, and you go on a whole mental meltdown,” Annie looked over her shoulder as she tugged him along, “and suddenly you meet Alison -”

“Madison.”

“Madison.” Annie corrected herself, rolling her eyes. “Right. Anyways, Madison suddenly pops out of the blue?”

“You are so…” Jamie stopped in his tracks. “I can’t even begin to -”

“What?”

“You’re definitely high on something.” Jamie snickered and brushed past her. “Go get help, Annie! Addiction is a disease!”

“Fuck off!” Annie laughed and flipped him off before she chased after him.

“You met her! She babysat your demonic little lovechild!”

“I wasn’t saying she’s made up, I was saying your engagement is a fraud.”

“It’s not a fraud.”

“When’s the wedding, then?”

“November 25th!” Jamie shot back.

“Of what year?” Annie smirked, tongue-in-cheek.

“Get over here!” Jamie pulled Annie’s hand and shoved her into his trailer, laughing.

Neither of them noticed Clara and Mike standing near the vending machines and staring at them, out of ear-shot but definitely within sight.

###

“Dr. McCarthy,” Annie’s voice cracked slightly as she tried to stay comfortable and relaxed, legs spread wide open, “I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Hypothetically,” Annie started, “if we were to remove the IUD, how long would it take for the effects to… Er... Stop?”

“Hypothetically, of course,” Dr. McCarthy said with a knowing smile, “for someone your age and without any health conditions… Anywhere between four to six months, technically.”

Annie looked at the fluorescent ceiling lights as she tried to do the math - Rory’s 7 months old now, which means Annie will be fertile again when Rory is 11 months old, and if she conceives quickly, that means Rory will have a baby brother or sister before she’s even two years old.

“Oh.” Annie finally said, frowning. “What are the chances of that happening? Conceiving right when that timeframe of four months ends?”

“That depends on so many factors, really,” Dr. McCarthy rolled her chair back and took off her latex gloves. “Are we still hypothetical?”

“Of course.”

“Considering it only took one time for you and Ben to conceive,” Dr. McCarthy started, “I’d say your chances aren’t bad at all. Then again, when actively trying for a baby the stress and anticipation of it alone can affect conception and then - who knows?”

“Is it alright if I call Ben and put him on speaker phone while we discuss this?” Annie fidgeted with the hem of her t-shirt.

“Go ahead.” Dr. McCarthy smiled and brought over Annie’s backpack.

Annie fished around inside and pulled out her phone, quickly calling Ben.

“Hello?” Ben’s voice came through.

“I’m at Dr. McCarthy’s -” Annie started.

“Is something wrong?” Ben cut her off.

“No, why would anything be wrong?” Annie groaned. “I asked her about taking the IUD out.” Annie waited for Ben’s response, but was answered with silence and the noises of traffic and passers-by. “Hello?”

“Are you pulling my leg right now?”

“She most certainly isn’t!” Dr. McCarthy chimed in. “I was just explaining to Annie that it could take four to six months to be able to conceive again but it depends on many, many factors. Stress is a big one of them.”

“I see…” Ben urged her to carry on.

“So even if we do take it out, there’s no guarantee you’ll have another right after that timeframe of the effects wearing off. Could take as long as a year, even.”

“Oh!” Annie sounded chipper. “Well, then!”

“I really wouldn’t advise messing with your hormones like that, Annabelle.” Dr. McCarthy sighed. “Once I remove this, you’ll have cramps, mood swings, spotting…”

“Take it out.” Ben said.

“Ben!”

“What?” he laughed. “Take it out. We’ll forget it’s not even there. If a baby happens -”

“Stop talking!” Annie commanded. “I’ll call you when I get home?”

“Take it out, doc!” Ben said hurriedly before hanging up.

“Well?” Dr. McCarthy looked at Annie expectantly. “What’s it gonna be?”

###

Ben laid on his hotel bed, drumming his fingers on his belly and wiggling his toes. He knew Rory should be asleep by now, and waited for Annie’s call, his phone right next to his body. When it finally rang, a huge smile appeared on his face as he took the call.

“So you were lying about not being ready for another baby, too?” Ben purred smugly.

“Oh no,” Annie’s smirk was audible. “I’m not ready for another baby.”

“So you didn’t take it out, then?”

“No. Not just yet, anyways.” Annie’s voice was like liquid sunshine for Ben. Even though she said something he wasn’t happy about, he couldn’t help but feel at ease. “After you’re done with this film, we’ll discuss it again.”

“That’s more than I could ever ask for.” Ben played with the strings on the waistband of his sweatpants. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Not ruling it out altogether.” Ben bit the tip of his tongue. “Not pulling another Annie…”

“Oh, sod off.” Annie rolled her eyes.

“I almost blurted out we’re getting married.” Ben confessed and shut his eyes tight, prepared for impact. “Ended up telling Joe we’re getting marigolds for our garden.”

“Marigolds?” Annie scoffed.

“Well, what was I supposed to say?!” Ben quipped.

“Mangos? Magic 8 balls? Macchinettas?” Annie suggested. “Maine-coon-fucking-cats?!”

“Oh. Those are good options.”

“Ben, you swore on your own life and you best believe I will kill you if you tell anyone about this.” Annie hissed.  

“I know.”

“I told Jamie.” Annie said. “He’ll help us hide it. You’d better not say a bloody word to anyone. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Annie.” Ben sighed. “Are you done yelling at me, now?”

###

Clara walked into Jamie’s trailer to find Annie lounging about, flipping through a magazine, in regular clothes.

“What are you doing here?” Clara asked. “Thought you finished filming for today hours ago.”

“Jamie is treating Rory and me to dinner.” Annie said, not looking up from her magazine. “Might as well wait for him here and go pick her up together. Then straight for dinner.”

“Huh.” Clara crossed her arms.

“What?” Annie flipped the page.

“You’re so… chummy.” Clara noted. “Thought you two hated each other and were only friendly for appearance’s sake.”

“I don’t hate Jamie. Never did.” Annie laughed, eyes fixed on the glossy pages in her hand. “What are you doing here?”

“What?” Clara seemed shocked by the mere question.

“This is Jamie’s trailer, why are you here?” Annie finally looked over at her best friend. “Need something?”

“Was going to borrow a smoke, actually.” Clara said with a huff. “Is that alright with you, your majesty?” Annie gestured with her hand and shrugged. Clara found Jamie’s pack of smokes and took one, hesitating before leaving the trailer. “Is everything alright with Ben?”

“Sure,” Annie nodded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

###

“Cut!” the director called, breaking Annie’s and Jamie’s kiss. They were re-doing a scene from one of the earlier episodes that came out ‘wonky’. They kissed passionately and abruptly stopped for an hour now. They couldn’t help but burst out laughing every time the director called out ‘cut!’. Their lips were raw and puffy.

“Can we please end this already?” Jamie cried dramatically.

“Oh, as if you’re suffering!” Annie snorted.

“Touch ups!” the director ordered and Annie and Jamie stood still like dolls, getting their make-up fixed.

“They seem to be enjoying this…” Clara mused from behind the monitors.

“What’s that?” Mike asked, distracted by a cute intern walking by.

“Look at them.” Clara nodded at the two. “Lovey-dovey all of a sudden.”

“They’re just getting along.” Mike shrugged. “Let them live.”

“They never just get along.” Clara bit her thumbnail. “Not like this.”

Annie and Jamie got back in their places, making funny faces at each other while the lighting crew worked it’s magic. When everything was all set, the director called ‘action!’ - and Annie and Jamie were kissing with fervour, once again.

Clara watched them through the monitor and squinted, her mouth puckered up as she tried to make sense of this new situation. Jamie’s hand worked it’s way up Annie’s waist and cupped her breast, making Clara gasp with realisation.

“She’s cheating on Ben!” Clara whisper-screamed at Mike. “Oh my God!”

“She is not -” Mike started and then watched the make-out session unfold on the monitor. “Oh. Crap. That’s...”

###

“Gwil?” Annie answered her phone in utter confusion. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah! Just, you know, missed my Banana.” Gwilym said, a weird cheeriness in his voice. “How’s Rory?”

“Great! She’s just starting to stand up without holding onto anything for, like, split-seconds and -”

“Oh, that’s great!” Gwilym cut her short. “And Ben?”

“You probably talk to him more often than I do.” Annie noted. “I should be asking you that question, not the other way around.”

“Funny.” Gwilym scoffed. “So… Everything’s good, then?”

“Gwilly, you’re starting to creep me out.” Annie sat down on the closest chair she could find, her dress rustling. “Is everything okay? Are you cry-baby-drunk again?”

“What? No!” Gwilym retorted. “I’m fine! Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah?” Annie furrowed her brows. “Oh no. Is this the onset of Dementia? I know that as you get older it’s a condition and all and you’re basically elderly but -”

“Yeah, you’re just fine.” Gwilym laughed. “Anyways, everything’s great. I’m not drunk. Don’t have Dementia. Just… wanted to check up on you, I guess.”

“That’s nice. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Banana. Call me whenever!” Gwilym almost commanded. “Anytime you need to talk or vent or -”

“Gwil, what’s going on?”

“Just… if you need me, I’m right here, okay?”

“Alright.”

“Okay.”

“Bye, now.” Annie lilted.

“Bye, Banana.” Gwil said before hanging up.

Annie put her phone on the table next to her and stared blankly into the air in front of her. She didn’t even notice Jamie walked up to her until he stood mere feet away from her, snapping his fingers to wake her from her odd trance-like state.

“Gwil just called,” Annie looked up at her read-headed co-star and, now, confidant, “asking if everything’s alright with Rory and Ben and me...?”

###

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. Annie had just finished a scene with Mike and felt absolutely knackered. She didn’t even see Ben standing around behind the monitors until she physically almost walked right past him, tired and dazed. She stopped in her tracks and looked to the side, a big smile lighting up her face.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Picking you up so we could go take Rory home and have some us time.” Ben held his arms out for Annie to walk into. “Long week?”

“So long. Re-shoots abundant and Clara is acting very, very iffy.”

“Iffy? How?” Ben rubbed Annie’s back as they hugged.

“Not sure…” Annie released Ben from her embrace and took his hand. “I need to change out of this and then we can leave.”

“Actually… we still have a whole hour before Rory’s pickup time...” Ben smirked and pulled her back to him, his chest flat against her back and his voice sending shivers down her spine. “I have a better idea, your majesty.”

###

Clara was just on her way to her car when she passed by Annie’s trailer and heard moaning. Looking over at Jamie’s trailer, she noticed all lights were off and that it seemed desolate. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and adjusted her tote’s straps.

Muttering to herself, she walked over to Annie’s trailer. Now was her chance to catch Annie and Jamie in the act and tear into them. Let them know that they are both making the worst mistake of their lives. That she’s going to tell Ben and… What’s-her-name. That she’s not going to keep their little secret anymore. That what they are doing, although very characteristic of them both, is a super shitty thing to do.

She tiptoed up the three steps and took a deep breath. Then, she reached for the handle and barged in.

“Alright, arseholes!” Clara started before screaming like a banshee.

Ben was stark naked and thrusting, his head thrown back in pleasure, his tongue sticking out between his teeth, standing behind Annie. One of his feet on the coffee table, the other on the floor. Annie, still in some parts of her costume, was bent over, holding onto the leather sofa armrest, in complete disarray.

“What the fuck? Ben!” Clara eyed him. She scanned his figure, from head to toe. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”

“Clara you have to stop walking in to people’s trailers like that.” Annie fumbled for something to cover herself and Ben with. “What the bloody hell?!”

“I thought you were here with…” Clara’s voice drifted.

“With who?!” Annie snapped.

“I just -” Clara shook her head. “Never mind. Sorry for, uh, interrupting.”

###

“We will, we will rock you...” Ben sang quietly, bouncing Rory gently in his arms twice and giving her bum a soft pat. “We will, we will rock you...”

After fifteen minutes of bounce-bounce-pats, Rory finally fell back to sleep. Ben grabbed the baby monitor and went to his and Annie’s bedroom, pleasantly surprised to find her awake and typing away on her laptop.

“So, I took a day off for errands and such on Monday,” Annie said without looking up from the screen, “just to get everything clarified and figure out exactly what we need to do for the marriage thing.”

Ben put the baby monitor on the nightstand and collapsed onto the bed beside her.

“Annie,” he started, rolling over on his back. “When you said Jamie was helping us hide it…”

“Oh, right.” Annie smiled devilishly. “So, the plan is to make everybody think there’s something going on with Jamie and me.”

“Aha.” Ben propped himself up on his elbows. “Why must everyone think that something is going on with you two?”

“Because that will give me the perfect excuse to leave early and not hang out with Clara as much.” Annie explained, pulling the laptop screen down. “You know how nosey she is. She gave you a great demonstration earlier.”

“So when she barged in -”

“She probably thought I was with Jamie.” Annie’s eyes widened with realisation. “Oh my God. Gwilym.”

“Not a name I’d ever expect to hear my wife call out in our bed.”

“No, shut up. Twat.” Annie laughed. “I meant the phone call. He called me all concerned and -”

“You think Clara might’ve said something?”

“She did scare you into thinking I’m breaking up with you when I went to Jamie’s last week.” Annie shrugged. “Remember? ‘Start praying’ and all?”

“It would be so much easier to just tell everyone -”

“Ben, for the love of God, stop talking.” Annie said, clamping Ben’s mouth shut with her fingers. “We’re doing this on my terms, otherwise you’re not getting another baby.”

“Oh, that’s low.” Ben mumbled through closed lips.

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[seagreen-meets-grey]

When Lightning Strikes Ch. 2

When your life is nothing but a cloudless sky, lightning can come and strike you so unexpectedly, you won't even know what hit you.

Or: When Hiccup and Astrid meet, it is as if lightning strikes.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19] [Chapter 20]

Crossposted on ao3 and ff.net

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Astrid couldn’t move. Couldn’t move her body, couldn’t move her eyes away from the sea of green staring back at her from across the room. She didn’t know how long it took for the spell to break. Maybe it was the guy bumping into her, maybe it was the change of volume coming from the stereo that distracted her senses enough to pull her out of whatever deep, deep pool she’d just plunged into, or maybe it was Heather waving her hands around in front of her face.

It took Astrid a few seconds to snap out of her trance and understand that Heather’s waving had been directed at someone else. Her mind climbing out of whatever that had just been, she realized that Eret had taken back his spot by her side after adjusting the stereo settings. It seemed as if no one had noticed her strange absentmindedness just now.

Someone entered their little circle of three, putting his arm around Heather’s waist. His eyes resembled a forest on an early October day, fog wafting over the earth, the first signs of sunlight breaking through thick pine trees. Astrid swallowed hard.

“This is Hiccup,” Heather introduced him, “my boyfriend.”

The fog disappeared, both from his eyes and her mind. Completely sobering up now, Astrid smiled at him in greeting and raised her drink. “Skål!”

Eret shook Hiccup’s hand. “I’m Eret, this is Astrid. She likes to go by Skål.” That earned him a punch on the arm which only made him chuckle.

“Just to be clear,” she directed her glare at Hiccup, “if you ever call me that, I am going to end you.”

Hiccup blinked at her for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched up into a smirk. “How?”

“Axe to the throat. Clear cut. In your sleep, when you least expect it.”

“But now you told me, so I will expect it.”

Astrid smirked back at him. “Oh, believe me, you won’t.”

“Won’t even hear her coming,” Eret chimed in. Hiccup only laughed in response, having the audacity to not even look mildly threatened. That changed, however, when two hands grabbed him by the shoulders and the unmistakable booming voice of Dagur “The Deranged” reached their ears.

"Man, isn't this party great?" He began to shake Hiccup back and forth by the shoulders and Astrid had to stifle a giggle at the pained look on the poor boy's face. "And it just got more awesome 'cause my main man Eret arrived!" He pushed Hiccup aside who stumbled forward and had to hold onto Astrid to not fall over. He let go of her immediately after he caught himself but she could still feel his hand on her arm. He shot her an apologetic smile.

Dagur and Eret spread their arms and fell into a squeezing bear hug before raising their hands and smacking them together in a high five so loud it must have hurt. Both men didn't even try to subtly shake off the pain, complimenting each other's strength and starting to talk about their recent workout strategies.

"Men, right?" Hiccup said to her in a mock-exaggerated tone which made Heather giggle. Astrid turned her head to the side when Heather leaned in to give her boyfriend a kiss.

"Can't even say hi to Dagur, he only has eyes for my fiancé," Astrid murmured. This time, it was Hiccup who chuckled. His voice was slightly nasal but in an endearing way, she found.

"Maybe he's engaged to the wrong person, then," he said, instantly backtracking when he realized what he’d just said. "I mean, I mean I didn't- I don't want to- I'm not saying that, you know-" He was gesticulating wildly with both hands, running one through his messy auburn hair and a soft layer of slight panic was covering his irises. His shoulders finally slumped in defeat. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong."

Astrid couldn't help herself, she burst into laughter, and after one startled second, Heather joined in. "It's okay, Hiccup.” She wiped a tear from her eye. His face was priceless. “I know what you meant, and I agree. If anything, these two should get hitched and take their honeymoon to a gym or some training camp. You should have seen them last year when they ran into each other at the same resort and we spent the rest of the day at the outdoor gym at the beach." She shook her head fondly. "But while I was keeping it relaxed, they were comparing bicep sizes and gossiping about the other men around, all the while flexing and flexing and flexing some more, especially at each other."

"Yes, the gym." Hiccup nodded fervently. "That's where I gained all this raw manliness." He patted his upper arms and Astrid couldn't help but notice the lean muscles he was trying to play down. "Oh wait," he looked up, eyes wide, "the gym is that place where they sell all the light bulbs, right?"

"No," Astrid said, "that one is a few buildings over."

"Ooh," Hiccup made, holding a hand to his forehead like he just experienced a big revelation. "That's why I still look like a twig."

Grinning, Astrid considered telling him how she thought the opposite, maybe leaning more into the light bulbs place joke, but Dagur chose that moment to yell her name, suddenly making her aware of the other people that were still with them.

Now it was her turn to receive one of Dagur's bear hugs, and a mixed scent of weed, sweat, alcohol and his deodorant made her wrinkle her nose.

"Happy birthday, big guy," she said and gave him a playful punch in the stomach, which was more like a little knock on the washboard he must have hidden there. Pretending to be badly hurt, he doubled over, clutching his middle. "Help, Astrid attacked me," he whined. "Now I need some good medicine. Come on, sis, let's have a drink!" Dagur laid an arm over her shoulder and attempted to walk her into the garden but stopped short when he saw how the sky had opened up and was now releasing a flood down to the earth.

"The apocalypse, awesome!" he yelled. "MORE DRINKS FOR EVERYONE!" The house erupted into cheers and soon everyone had their refill. Astrid downed a birthday shot or five with Dagur, gracefully lost against him in an arm wrestling match – two out of three, and she definitely won the second one, no matter how much he was boasting about letting her win – and let him, Eret and a guy named Erik, whose right eye already adorned an ugly shiner, sit her on their shoulders and carry her through the house. Their journey ended in the kitchen where they started tumbling too much and lost their grip on her when she leaned too far to the side to avoid a rendezvous with the kitchen lamp which hung lowly from the ceiling like a miniature chandelier.

She met a few of Dagur’s cousins, played beer pong against Hiccup (which she only lost because the alcohol was throwing off her aim, not because his skills were better), discovered he could be just as competitive as her, battled Erik in dramatic expressions (which she lost as well, don’t tell anyone), and last but not least dragged Hiccup to the TV where someone had set up a karaoke game.

“Rematch, but this time, I’m winning!” she told him and he raised one eyebrow at her.

“Because we’re not playing beer pong?”

“Yes, and because I’m going to win something. This time for sure!”

He didn’t even have to pretend to lose on purpose, she beat him at Bohemian Rhapsody big-time. Basking in her triumph, she spent the next hour victory dancing with Eret.

It could have been the alcohol, but little jolts of lightning were still coursing through her veins.

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Hiccup had anticipated this night to go far worse than it did. He’d thought he’d spend his night avoiding Dagur and his non-existent understanding of personal space while trying to not drown in the too large crowd gathered in the accordingly too small house. His only hope had been Heather – or, in the best-case scenario, Obi-Wan Kenobi. But he had promised Heather to attend her brother’s birthday party, for her, or at least for the sake of socializing. He’d only groaned and written off everything else he would rather have done but had come along anyway.

In the end, he had to admit he was having more fun at this than he would’ve had sitting on his couch binging something or sketching his cat for the umpteenth time. Dagur was bearable as long as he was focused on other people. Heather threw him I told you it would be fun-smiles every now and then. When midnight had passed, he did not find himself dead in a ditch. And he had found someone who made stupid games like beer pong and karaoke more exciting than it was allowed to be.

Astrid.

Eret’s fiancée with the beautiful eyes and blinding smile. With the iron fist and the ability to glare at someone so fiercely they wanted to turn on their heels and run to their mommy. Astrid with the thunder in her soul.

He still couldn’t forget that strange moment when the thunderstorm had started, when he had been able to feel that flash of lightning everywhere inside of him. He wondered if every storm now would bring up the image of blue eyes opened wide, of eternal milliseconds filled with high voltage, of white spots dancing in front of his vision curtesy of the intensity of the flash.

Hiccup didn’t know what to make of it. Had it been a coincidence that he had met her eyes the very moment the lightning had struck, like some grand romantic sign? It couldn’t have been love at first sight, because that concept was only a myth. Besides, he had Heather. And he didn’t believe that people could see each other and immediately be in love. Love was something that had to grow, had to be nourished and cherished. Such a deep bond couldn’t exist from one second to the other.

But a connection at first sight, a mutual feeling of sympathy, maybe even an attraction – that he believed to be possible. The best example for that was he and his best friend Fishlegs. On the first day of college, they’d sat next to each other and immediately formed a connection, the conversation flowing easily between them. Maybe it was the same with Astrid. It was true; they did get along splendidly and he felt like he could be himself around her. He wouldn’t mind staying in contact with her after this night.

Right now, however, she had disappeared somewhere in the dancing crowd with her fiancé after she had beaten him at karaoke.

“Hiccup, I’m proud of you,” Heather’s voice came from beside him. His girlfriend intertwined their fingers and kissed him on the cheek. “Singing in front of all these strangers with someone you only met a few hours ago? Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Thanks, I guess.” He felt himself blush and rubbed his neck. He was surprised as well, would have panicked at the thought of doing this just yesterday. Now that she made him aware of it, his self-consciousness made itself known again. He counted at least a few dozen people just in this room. Had they all heard him sing, if one could even call what he’d done with his vocal cords singing? Did they laugh about him making a fool of himself? Did they now think of him as an idiot, a moron way down below them? Would they forever remember him like this, would he become a story they told people so they could laugh about him together?

Hiccup realized he was spiraling and cursed at himself. He’d been doing so well until now. Fuck.

“I need some air,” he told Heather and freed his hand from hers. “Are you coming?”

“Are you okay?” she asked, face concerned and analyzing. He thought about telling her of his feelings but he already knew the approach she would take. Tell him he shouldn’t think about it too much, shouldn’t talk himself down again. But although he knew she just wanted to help and was serious about it, her strategy wouldn’t work on him. It never had before.

So instead of discussing that with her, he nodded and gave her a peck on the lips. “I’m fine, I just need a little fresh air.”

“If you say so,” Heather said, eyes set on a spot behind him. “Will you be okay then on your own? Because I’d rather stay in the kitchen, it looks like some asshat is trying to get himself electrocuted.”

Hiccup turned around and peeked over people’s heads to get a better view of the open kitchen. Some nimrod was indeed standing on the table, tinkering with the lamp. It was the same guy who’d shown up a while ago looking as if he’d already been in a fistfight prior to his arrival. Now that he thought about it, he swore he’d seen him talk to Astrid earlier.

Astrid, karaoke, people, suffocation- Hiccup took a deep breath, hoping it would stop his mind from spiraling further, and headed for the garden door.

The cool air hitting his face as soon as he stepped outside was a welcome change, sinking into his skin and slowly chasing away the anxiety. A couple of deep breaths later, his stomach untwisted itself, his heart was beating more comfortably again, and the pressing negative thoughts concerning his self-worth retreated into a corner of his mind.

It was no longer pouring; what remained was the almost therapeutic smell of summer rain and grass. In a nook of the porch, a small lamp attracted moths and mosquitos dancing close to the light. Crickets were throwing their own party in the garden, creating a counter world to the one behind him, the house’s walls and glass windows the only barrier between the two.

It would have been peaceful, if not for the loud music coming from inside and the few drunk people disturbing the scene. Some were smoking, some were making out in corners of the garden, one guy was relieving himself on Dagur’s little vegetable patch (Hiccup wondered if Dagur was trying to grow meat there), and a woman was stargazing from the deckchair on the lawn, although he wasn’t sure if she was actually passed out.

He leaned against a post and closed his eyes, relishing this break from the buzz of a large crowd constantly keeping him on edge. He’d gotten better at handling his fears over the recent years; only one or two years ago, his insides would have twisted and turned at the mere thought of going to a party where he didn’t know anyone besides his girlfriend and her crazy brother. And truth be told, he had been battling the urge to disappear into a quiet corner where no one could see him, where no one could judge him.

But for one, Dagur would have found him eventually. And second, he didn’t want to fall back into old patterns. In his mind, he started to list all the negative thoughts that had crawled out of their prison, tried to poison his mind, and snake their way back to his heart. He recalled what Dr. Mala had taught him and systematically sucked the life out of them with rationality.

It went surprisingly easy this time, confidence flowing back into his body and that thrilling spark sending little bolts of lightning down his back. A smile grew on his face. It felt good.

Hiccup didn’t know how long he stood there until the door opened and closed, the noise from the party momentarily escaping into the night. Afterwards, he couldn’t tell how he’d known, but he wasn’t surprised when he heard her speak.

“Also running from Dagur?”

He opened his eyes and turned to her when she stepped towards him and leaned her arms on the wooden banister. The golden light from the porch lamp caught in her eyes, illuminating the sky that lived inside them.

“Constantly,” he answered and watched the corners of her mouth twitch.

“That guy is nuts.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes. “You have no idea.”

When he didn’t continue, Astrid poked him with an elbow. “Hiccup, that kind of sentence usually precedes a story of some kind.”

“You really wanna hear about the time he thought trying to drown me in a lake was a fun game to play around children?” She snickered, briefly leaning into his side, a little unsteady on her feet. “Or when he decided to educate me in tough bro culture and took me camping in the woods for three days?”

Astrid let out a snort and he saw her shoulders shake in silent laughter.

“Yeah, picture that. Me and him sharing a small tent, hunting and fishing for our meals, with no bathroom or shower nearby. Only each other’s company and that of hundreds of insects and the beasts of the forest. Real manly bro stuff, just what every guy needs.”

She stopped holding back and what started as a chuckle soon grew louder, breaking Hiccup’s own deadpan façade as well.

After a minute, their laughter faded and they fell into comfortable silence. Even though it was dark and new clouds started gathering in the sky, concealing the moon and the few stars that had been visible before, the light from the house made it easy to take in the surroundings. The grass hadn’t been cut in a while, growing wildly all over the lawn. In the near distance, the silhouette of part of Berk’s forest defined the landscape. The faint smell of weed came wafting from another part of the garden.

“It’s really nice here,” she murmured, voice a little absent, as if she was deep in thought.

Blocking out the weed smell, he glanced over at her. “Yeah, it is.” She was still leaning on the banister, a soft smile gracing her features, contently gazing ahead. His eyes roamed the side of her face, her round cheeks, her button nose, her lips. A few strands of hair had fallen out of her braid and were stuck to her sweaty skin. His fingers twitched to reach out and–

He caught himself in the last moment, his hand already hovering in the air.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! Wincing, he let his arm fall back at his side and swallowed hard. Where had that just come from?

“I… I’m… Um– “ he started, drawing her attention. Staring at her frown for a few moments, he opened and closed his mouth a couple times until he stepped back with a shake of his head. “I’m going to– I, I’m, I’m gonna go back inside.”

And with that, he darted back into the house, dodging Dagur and disappearing behind a wall of people.

He could still feel her confused scowl on the back of his head.

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A/N: Small note on Erik to avoid confusion: He doesn't have any significance in this story. His only purpose is to be a (vague) reference to a character from a completely different fandom. If you know who I'm referring to, you'll get a big virtual jar of cookies. :D

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[justbtsstuffsforfun]

Heartbeat

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (f)

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Just a cheesy moment between you and Namjoon in the karaoke room!

“Okay! There’s no turning back now.” You take in a deep breath, before walking towards Room 12. Though quite famous for its playlist, the corridor of this karaoke center seemed murky and dull. Probably due to the simple white-washed walls and white lights. Nevertheless, you keep walking through sound-proofed rooms till you reach yours, the one in the far left, right beside the stairs. You quickly turn the knob and walk inside.

“Not bad,” you murmur to yourself, staring at the small, yet cozy-looking room in front of you. Being brought up in a rich family in America has raised your expectations and spoilt you for sure. On further inspection, you quickly spot the gold mic Yuki keeps talking about. Yuki is your best friend, your former roommate and, Jimin’s wife. 

Out of everyone in the whole world, Yuki’s eyes land up on your boyfriend’s best friend. That too in a surprise birthday party you had arranged for Namjoon. What’s even more surprising is the fact that she and Jimin somehow spend more time than the two of you do, and even got married before you did. 

And speaking of Namjoon, you doubt he would even make it to the date this month. Firstly, extra time as the leader. Extra dance practice as it takes time for him to adjust to the beats. Extra studio hours since he’s involved in the composition of all the new songs. And finally, stupid, extra time with all the managers, since they’re promoting in America. And he’s the only one who’s fluent in English. Video calls, although convenient, doesn’t make anything better since…it’s a video call. A small reminder that he’s far away from you. You can’t watch movies together, cuddle under the soft teddy blanket, make out in the rain- gods! You don’t get to go on real dates?! It’s a miracle (and love, of course) that your relationship has been steady for eight years. 

You quickly switch on the Karaoke box and start shuffling through the playlist searching for something soothing and peaceful. Some English, some Korean and most Japanese. “Aha!” you exclaim in excitement after spotting your favorite song, Heartbeat. Yep, others might think it’s not one of their best, but you can’t seem to walk away from the idea of fate and destiny. Namjoon and you together? Destiny. 

You quickly press the play button and pick up the mic lying on the sofa. The soft beats begin, trying its best to calm your racing heart. Though all alone, you’re still nervous. What if someone walks in? What if your voice is way too hoarse? What if people in the other rooms start laughing listening to you?

Before you have time to collect and prepare yourself, the song greets you with Taehyung’s part: “It leaves me feeling seasick…”

“Baby…” you continued singing watching the English subtitles for reference. Crap, you sound so pathetic. But, being your favorite, you continue.

“It spins me around and drives me crazy, hannaje tteun dal gateun nainga bwa..”

You could sense your voice wavering when you sing. Nope, not because you’re nervous, but because how much you relate to those lyrics. 

There wasn’t a single night when you haven’t thought about your relationship with Namjoon. The way you hid from Saesangs when the two of you met at the library in Osaka. The way he poured the Americano on your shirt (you still thank god that it was cold!) during your second encounter in Seoul. How the two of you met for the third time under the cherry blossoms a few weeks later in Tokyo. That’s when you believed that you would meet each other once again. You still remembered Joon’s expression that evening under those pink flowers. Probably the moment when two rationalists started believing in fate.  

“And every time our heart, beats, bal matchwobwa dashi…” 

‘What if the two of you meet again today?’ you wondered, enjoying the cheesy, pathetic idea like a kid while singing Jungkook’s part ‘I’m feeling the destiny in me.’  

“When you hear my heartbeat baby, you give new life you give me new birth…” A deep voice harmonizes with you. You instantly turn back and cover your mouth in shock. Namjoon smirks, giving you a quick thumbs up whilst singing-rapping his part perfectly as ever. He points at you when he says the word ‘universe’ making you blush miserably.

“Korean is hard to pronounce.” You reply, closing the gap between the two of you. In a matter of seconds, Namjoon’s hand have already claimed your waist. He gently pushes you down on the sofa and connects his lips with yours.

“You know how much I missed your soft lips?” he asked, pulling you closer. He rests his head on your shoulder, his hand busy caressing your cheeks. You merely lie on his shoulder, one hand playing around with his hair, while the other holding the mic. 

“You made me miss Hoseok and Yoongi’s part.” You pout. “My bias and bias wrecker.”

“Aww…then what am I?” Namjoon playfully asks his heart-eyes staring at his one and only. 

What do you think you are?” you asked, mouthing the word “Destiny”.

Namjoon smiled. He knows that word quite too well. Destiny was a huge part of his life, even before you made an appearance in it. Every time someone mentions the word, he could hear Seokjin laughing, smile at Yoongi’s gummy smile and Hoseok happy claps, enjoy Jimin’s hug, Taehyung’s boxy smile and Jungkook’s shy one. 7 of them from different walks. Every single moment with them was a part of his destiny. And he couldn’t be happier. 

“My hearts on fire for your love…” Namjoon sings his dimples on full display.

“My hearts on fire for your love” you sing back, staring at him. “I thought you weren’t going to make it this time too.” You replied, turning your gaze towards his owl hoodie. “I missed you. A lot.”

“I’m sorry, I missed it last year.” He replies, slowly breathing into your neck. “I would never do that again. I tried calling you multiple times today on your phone and- “

“Holy shit!” you quickly get up and search all around the sofa. “My phone is missing! Oh My God, how can I be so irresponsible! I thought it was just- “

“Y/N, relax.” Namjoon pulls you back into his arms. 

“How can I be when- wait, how did you…get it?” you ask, quickly taking the phone from his hand. 

“You left it at home, silly.” Joon gently smacks you on the head. “Yuki told me that you were in here. So, I went home, picked your phone up and came right here.”

“Oh…Thank you, Joonie!”

Joon just chuckles. The two of you just sit silently, enjoying each other’s presence. Namjoon just stared at the ceiling, his hand never losing hold of yours. You, simply stare at Joon and his perfect features, thinking about going to the beach together.  

“Do you have any plans for today? How about the beach? Or an art museum?”

“Hmm…” Namjoon sighs. “How about something better than that.”

“Something better?” you ask, eyeing him curiously. 

“Yeah, like becoming my fiancé?” Namjoon turns to you, clumsily pulling out the box. You, being way too shocked stare at him dumbfounded. 

“Um…hello?” Namjoon shakes his hand in front of your eyes, hoping for a better reaction.

“Don’t you want to be Mrs. Kim?” 

“Joon…I…” your voice begins to choke, as soon as your brain starts collecting itself together.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to Y/N, I-“

“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! Yes Yes YES! I would love to be Mrs. Kim!” You jump on him, laughing in excitement and relief. “I love you Joon!”

“I love you too.” Namjoon giggled like a cute little kid. “I thought you were about to cry.”

“Oh, I was going to. But that would be so cliché so…nope!”

“You are so weird.” Joon laughs and immediately starts attacking you with kisses. 

The two of you laugh and proceed to have fun by tickling each other. After becoming completely exhausted, Joon quickly pulls you up and makes you sit on him. 

“How about we go crab hunting tomorrow morning?” You asked, bopping his nose with your finger. “Anything with you is fun. But first,” Joon took a hold of your left hand. He quickly opened the navy-blue box that he had kept aside on the table, revealing the beautiful sapphire ring. He slowly picks it up and inserts it into your ring finger. 

“Happy nine years, my love.” He replied, leaning his head on yours.

“Happy forever, my love.” The two of you gave a knowing smile, before your lips locked together.  

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[your-high-lady]

Realisation

Summary: This story is about Feyre. She has a couple of small dreams she wants to achieve but turns out it isn't as easy as she imagined it would. Trust me, the story is better than the summary. Modern AU. Feysand.

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Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot. All credit goes to Sarah J Mass

Chapter 9: Awkwardness and lips

After about thirty minutes of driving, we finally reached the place we were having dinner. It was within walking distance of the mini-golf place so we were planning to just walk over there after dinner.

I smiled at Azriel as he held the door open for Mor, Amren and I, and laughed when he let it close on Cassian and Rhys. I could tell they were close, just like Mor and I. Amren, however, was a different case. She filled the room with her essence, even in her tiny body. It was impossible to miss her.

A small smile on my face, I took in my surroundings. The restaurant was an Italian one with a homey feel to it. There was a row of comfortable-looking sofas right at the back and artificially-lit torches hanging off the walls, each one about a metre away from the other. The rest of the lighting was done by lit-candles on each table. It was a little dark for my liking but the open feeling the place had made up for it. It was a relatively warm night so we decided to sit outside. Our waitress, a blonde woman with huge nerdy glasses, gave us our menus and took our drinks order before the dinner-talk started up.

Ten minutes later, our food orders given, I was listening to Amren and Mor as Amren caught Mor up on her relationship with her boyfriend Varian. Apparently, they'd had sex for the first time a couple of nights ago and it made Amren very happy because they'd been dating for only about three months but she really liked him and had been feeling ready for that step in their relationship for a while now. Amren was just in the middle of gushing about how much Varian adored her when I felt eyes on me. I turned to find Rhys staring at me. Azriel and Cassian, who were on the right of Rhys were playing a game of chopsticks, which meant that they didn't notice what Rhys was so blatantly doing. I looked at him for a couple of seconds, waiting for him to speak or do something but when he didn't move, I said, "Yes? Did you want to say something to me?"

He tilted his head to the side before asking, "Do you have a boyfriend, Feyre?"

I raised my eyebrows before shaking my head. He nodded, thinking to himself, before looking up at me again, "What's your favourite food?"

"Peanut butter, banana and bread, together." The corner of his lips lifted in a small beam.

"Any place you'd like to visit?"

"Paris. I can imagine myself at the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking down, and realising that we are all such a small part of something so much bigger than anything we could imagine." Wow, that got deep. But surprisingly Rhys only gave me a sweet smile before moving on.

"Sunrises or sunsets?"

I instantly frowned. Why would he ask me a question like that? He just raised his eyebrows. "Sunrises," I said, maybe a tad bit more sassily than I meant too.

"What's on the top of your bucket list?"

"I don't have a bucket list. I just want to graduate and settle down." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Are you sure? There's got to be something you really want to do before you die." I shook my head in reply. I was boring that way. I didn't want to live a flash life. I just wanted to settle down, buy my own house maybe, and just teach art.

"What's your dream life?"

"Teaching art to little kids."

"So you like children?"

"I guess so." I shrugged, brushing the words off. Rhys opened his mouth to ask, I assume, another question but just then Mor squealed. Our food had arrived. I shook my head at her in amusement as the waiter put my dish in front of me. I thanked her before diving into my food. I was actually starting to get really hungry.

About twenty minutes later, we were finally walking over to the mini-golf place. We'd chosen this place because one, it was close to the restaurant we wanted to eat at, two because it was one of the few places that stayed open till late and last because the place was so beautiful with all the waterfalls and amazing replications of cool places around the world, such as the Great Wall of China, the Grand Canyon and the Eiffel Tower.

After amusing the person at the desk for about ten minutes while we all fought over who would pay, Rhys finally ended up paying for all us. Though I wasn't really happy about that, I sucked it up because the entry was only ten dollars per person, so at least he wasn't spending too much money on me. I absolutely hated it when people spent money on me. It made me feel cheap and selfish as if I was using other people's money for my own fun. We decided to make teams, two people in each. Cassian ended up with Mor and Azriel with Amren, which left Rhys and me to go together. Oh, what are the chances!? Trying very hard to hide my grimace, I went to get a golf stick and ball. As I was doing that, I sensed him and the tightness in his muscles behind me. At least he seems as annoyed as I am, I thought to myself.

The first few courses were a blur, with me only coming back to my senses when it was my turn to hit the ball. By the fifth course, we were loosing. By a lot.

But then, at the seventh course he said, "It sucks, huh." I looked up at him with a frown. Did he mean being in a team with him? He clarified, "Loosing. I bet you wish you were with one of the others." He let out a breath in amusement. I frowned before saying, "I don't think that at all. It's not so bad being with you." He stared at me before moving his eyes to my lips. I noticed his pupils widening a little, causing me to blush. He noticed, looking up, before shaking his head and paying attention to the game once again. He didn't talk to me after that.

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Rhys's POV

Beautiful. She was so beautiful, breath-taking even. She was so pretty and soft and adorable. The questions I had asked her: they had just been a way to get to know her a little better, but her answers had been so unique and different. She wanted to teach little kids art. I smiled to myself, imagining her walking around a classroom and giving feedback to the children she was teaching, making them smile when she gave them a compliment. I knew she would be successful in achieving her goals. I knew she was strong and wouldn't stop until she got everything she had ever wanted for herself. It was just another one of the things that attracted me to her. Because I was attracted. It was impossible not to be.

But Feyre was so different from her.

She had been so different with her red hair and black eyes that were always gleaming with schemes and wicked delight at small things in the world. I had found the gleam to be attractive but later I learnt that that gleam was just something she was using to lure me in. Her love at the beginning of the relationship was a trap, and then her hatred and evilness at the end was the immediate poison.

And then all of sudden, those black eyes turned into blue and grey. And instead of the gleam, there was a… glow. There was no other word for it. Her emotions shone through her eyes, making her whole face sparkle with the emotion, too. And though the light was mostly from happiness, there was also sadness and despair behind it. It was always there, like a shadow trailing her. And just like the sun momentarily hiding behind a cloud, I could see the shadow of the depressing emotion hiding the shine of the sun. I'd seen the sun disappear behind the cloud a couple of times today. Once before I got her to do the carpool karaoke and once when playing golf. I'd just happened to glance at her, wanting to see her face light up at my success of getting a ball into the pit, and she'd been happy. But before the happiness appeared, there had been shadows. Feyre was good and had hid them quickly, but I was also good. Spending time with her had given me a sharp eye and I'd spotted the shadow. And it wasn't the first time I'd seen it. I'd seen it multiple times before, in our previous interactions and I didn't like it one bit. I didn't understand why I felt this way, but I very badly wanted to get rid of those shadows. I never wanted to see them on Feyre's face again. I just didn't know how to get rid of them. It annoyed me, made me tense. Maybe if I knew what was causing the shadows to appear, I could get rid of them. But how should I ask her? It's not like I could just walk up to her and say, "Hi, I've noticed the shadows in your eyes and face and very desperately want to get rid of them. Could you please tell me what's causing them to appear so that I can do something about it?" Yeah. That would get me places.

Shaking my head at my thoughts, I tried pushing her out of my head and closed my eyes. But even in my sleep, she appeared with her golden-brown hair and grey-blue eyes, her sun and shadows at war.

Feyre's POV

I stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to my ceiling as I thought.

Rhys.

I felt so comfortable in his presence, something that surprised me a lot since I'd gotten used to the idea of never being comfortable with a male's touch. But it was different with Rhys. He was so handsome, his features sharp but beautiful. I pictured all the drawings I'd done of him. Though they were all done without thought, I knew some of those sketches were the most authentic and alluring pieces I'd ever drawn.

I didn't remember much about my mother, but I did remember something she'd once told me. The sentence had stuck with me from the day she'd first said it and since then I'd always tried to let it show in my work. An artist's best work always comes from the heart.

So did that mean my pictures of Rhys were coming from my heart? But why though? All that there was in my heart was the wish to be successful. That's all I wanted. I didn't want the love of my life anymore. Not after Tamlin. Tamlin's actions had proved to me that my dreams had always stupid and false and that there never had been anyone perfect for me out there. And even if there was, which I very highly doubt, it was not Rhys. Rhys was not perfect. He was arrogant. He was intimidating and always stared at me as if there was something wrong with my face. He wasn't perfect. He was sad and stressed. I'd seen it in my paintings and in real life, too. He was not perfect… but what if?… What if… there was no one perfect out there. What if there never was a perfect guy out there for me. What if I had always been destined to be with an imperfect man. What if I was to make him perfect. No. Not perfect. Complete. I was to make someone complete with my love, and he would reciprocate. Because that was love. Completing someone with your love.

As I lay in bed, I thought about all that.

And then, out of nowhere, I remembered how his eyes had wandered to my lips before drifting back up. I blushed again at the thought, before flipping on to my stomach, stuffing my face in my pillow, and forcing myself to sleep. But even then, night-blue hair and violet-coloured, silver-flecked eyes stared back at me in my dreams.

AN: I love this chapter, it's just so sweet. But what do you think? Do you like where their thoughts are going? Tell me everything.

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