♢ warnings: light, lightttt implied sexual themes but like barely anything. it’s like 0.001% of the story
Description: You have the privilege of having Min Yoongi be many of your firsts. But what you’ve learned to realize, is that your first will not always be your last.
Life is full of beautiful moments. From the way the first dawn rises, when the early morning sun just barely peeks a hello from behind the rolling mist covered mountains, to the sound of a baby’s first cry, cheeks a furious red and fresh into a new foreign, but perfectly imperfect world. But perhaps it is the first times that are the most special, one’s first steps, first words, first friend. And you had the privilege of having Min Yoongi be many of your firsts.
Requested: no, but i had a convo w @calumofficials a very long time ago about college!ashton lmao
Pairing: Art major!Ashton x Y/N
Description: When Y/N looks over the cute and curly-haired art major’s shoulder, she realises who he has been drawing for a long period of time; her.
It had become a normal thing for Ashton just to sit outside on the grass with a sandwich by his side and his sketchbook in his lap as he leant up against that one bench and then he would just draw whatever or whoever crossed his road. Sometimes it would be a gloomy flower in front of him, other times it would be scenarios or a person with a crazy hairdo just walking past. This had become a habit. After lunch, he would just sit down on the grass, not on the bench, but on the grass. Normally, he would take his lunch with him, maybe even some music occasionally. Drawing everything that he could think of.
This day was no different. He sat with his brown, round glasses on the bridge of his nose, the curls laying perfectly messy on his head, and his tongue sticking out as he focused on the current drawing. A girl. The girl he had slowly become more attracted to. He didn’t know her. All he knew was that after lunch she would be sitting with her friends on the lawn, the exact same time Ashton was.
Takashi gets into some kind of trouble and shibata finds himself a part of the natsume protection squad (which he didn't know existed, but he's all for it). Takashi is oblivious.
this got heavier than i anticipated
Katsumi can count on both hands the number of actual, physical fights he’s been in, and still have several fingers left over. He was a bully growing up, and maybe he still is one a little bit, but he would sooner use words to hurt than fists. He’s always held himself just above sinking to that low, that ‘stupid, belligerent guy’ low. Smart people aren’t into stupid guys, after all, and Katsumi likes dating smart people.
But today, as the shadows stretch across the ground and the skyline burns dark orange in the dusk, the knuckles on his right hand are bruised. There’s blood in his mouth, dripping from a split lip.
Today, he threw the first punch. And the second, and the third. Outnumbered, and angry enough not to care, seething with it to the point that no words were heavy enough to hurt the way he wanted those strangers to hurt.
His fingers are folded tight around Natsume’s and he refuses to let go, even when Natsume’s friends catch up, and the odds go from three on two to three on six. Even when Tanuma and Kitamoto and fearless Taki move into the middle of the conflict and refuse to give ground, diffusing the tension with steely eyes and steadfast voices until those unfamiliar high schoolers turn around and leave.
A/N: First full request on this blog! Anon wanted Jeonghan fluff where you’re his GF but you’re insecure about him holding your hands because your hands are kinda rough? he then notices how you react whenever he holds your hands and reassures you
Jeonghan makes you feel shy enough already. You still haven’t become used to the fact that he’s really your boyfriend and you spend days just trying to get over the overwhelming flustered emotion that swells whenever he’s around. But there’s something about your hands you’ve always been extra insecure about.
You know what pretty girl’s hands are “meant” to look like- slender and elegant and soft with perfect well-kept fingernails. And you know your hands don’t measure up at all. In fact, you always worry that they’re ugly. They’re rough and all the wrong proportions and you think no one would ever look at them and think anything nice about them.
the first time louis listened to sweet creature, they were in the back garden at twilight, the sun having fallen just below the horizon, everything appearing as though it had been covered in a violet filter. harry sat, bare feet in the grass, on the wooden bench, his guitar propped up on his leg. louis was across from him in the grass, cross-legged and waiting patiently, leaning back on his palms, smiling up at him. around them, the sound of the summer breeze, and of the bugs and birds—the usual night sounds, among the mix of flowers behind them. when harry began to play, fingers strumming relaxedly against the strings, louis couldn’t help but let his smile widen. harry was smiling to him too, singing with their eyes locked on each other, lips curled upward in a way that louis could actually hear the happiness in his voice. “oh sweet creature, sweet creature,” he sang, and louis’ breath caught in his throat because he remembered the time harry first called him that, when they had been laying in bed together early in the morning, just before dawn, drunk on sleep and love. his memory of that morning was hazy but the words had been clear, “sweet creature, sweet creature,” a gentle croon, and the feeling was something he could never forget. warmth. warmth. so now as louis heard the song that was written for him, by the man he loved, he smiled and felt his heart beat for this someone. he smiled, he smiled, he smiled, and when the song ended, he gently pulled harry down to the soft grass, and kissed him tenderly, feeling nothing but the thrill of absolute devotion.
Once Fai found out that they had some time to kill, he wasted no time in cheerfully traversing the length of the market. There was a lot to see, and much activity, and all the noise and people buying and selling their interesting things made for a lively atmosphere. He bought some jam scones to nibble, and then spent some time walking, soaking it all in.
Eventually, Fai got a little tired, even with how peaceful it was. He’d lost the others in the group, though he could see Mokona hanging out above the crowd, and though he was sure they were nearby and fine, he wished that he had at least one of them to spend the day with. Things were always a little more pleasant with Syaoran-kun, or joyful with Princess Sakura, or even fun tinged with mischief with Kuro-tan. By himself, Fai was just… well, there was too much to think about when he was alone.
Pasting a dim smile on, and licking his fingers from the jam, Fai wandered along the pathways, away from the crowd, towards the noise of a stream. There was an artificial water system through the block the town was set on, and the market had stalls on both sides of the pond and bridges to cross the tiny waterfalls. There were overhanging trees and lush grass lawns with benches for the market-goers. Ducks and other fowls wandered by clucking or quacking, and Fai found himself in a little glen, somewhat hidden by a tall flowering bush, and some cattails.
Finding the spot nice enough, and pondering that perhaps he did want to be alone, since this was where his feet had taken him, Fai settled down on the grass, his smile a little more real, and his shoulders loose. It was nice back here, and there was no one to pretend for.
“Mow,” said something from behind him, and Fai twisted to see a pair of yellow eyes blinking at him from the dim under the nearest bush. Fai could make out an impossibly small shape. “Moww.”
Fai turned and kneeled to better see a tiny kitten, huddled under the leaves.
“Ohh, you are cute,” Fai murmured, holding out a hand. “Cht cht,” he clicked his tongue, wondering if the animal was too afraid to emerge. But, this little one was happy to escape the nasty bush, creeping out, and ‘mow’ing again at him. The little face was scrunched up, in an almost ugly sort of way, but it really combined with its big green eyes to make an adorable, disgruntled face. It was entirely black, and Fai immediately thought of the perfect name.
“I shall call you Kuro-kitty,” he said, holding out his hand, and letting the creature sniff it suspiciously. Then, with another ‘mow’, it butted Fai’s hand with its head, and let him scratch almost too big ears. “Aww,” Fai laughed.
Gently, he stroked it, and then when it felt right, lifted it up, and quickly checking its under tail bit. “Ah, Kuro-kitty is a little girl. Well, aren’t you the sweetest?” Fai cooed, rubbing the kitty’s tummy. She waved barely there claws around, snagging on one of his fingers, and Fai chuckled.
“Yup, I named you well.”
He played with the little girl for a while, waving a long grass stem for her to chase, and cuddling her when she got tired. Her fur was soft, and healthy, and she had a nice roly-poly belly, so Fai assumed she wasn’t a stray. She wasn’t very old, but there was also no collar. So, perhaps a house kitten that had gotten out?
Once she had settled down, curled in a ball on his lap, Fai let himself stare at the glitter of the sun on the water, while he stroked her. It was a peaceful day. Fai didn’t know where the others were, but he assumed they were fine. There had been no disturbances at all in the market block, and Fai could still hear the pleasant hubbub as the sun lowered. They’d have to go find their ride soon, he supposed. Still, this was nice, sitting cross-legged on the grass in the shade, with a kitten for company. With the fur under his fingers, his mind was pleasantly empty, and he hummed gently, in tune with little kitten snores.