“Blaise,” Draco fumed, storming into the living room, “what happened to the chest of drawers in my room?”
Blaise looked up from the paper he was reading and grinned at Draco.
“Do you like the new one? You’ve been whining about it so much, I thought I’d just replace that awful old-timer.”
“What did you do with that old-timer?”
“I sold it,” Blaise shrugged.
“You sold it,” Draco repeated flatly.
“Who did you sell it to?” Draco asked frantically.
“No idea,” Blaise said. “I didn’t get a name. Two people came by to pick it up. I think they were Muggles.”
Draco felt like he was about to faint.
“Did you take everything out beforehand?”
“Of course! What do you take me for?”
“Everything?” Draco insisted.
Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco’s tone and studied him.
Draco took a step closer and narrowed his eyes.
“Even what was under the secret false bottom in the second drawer, nobody but me knows about?”
Blaise paled and his mouth opened.
“Oh,” he simply said.
“Yes, oh,” Draco growled. “Great, now I have to hunt it down. You’re a lousy flatmate.”
“Hey, I just wanted to do you a favour,” Blaise said defensively.
“You better hope they haven’t found what’s inside it, or I’m going to kill you.”
Doing the locator spell was easy enough. Draco had feared it wouldn’t work, but it seemed there were no wards guarding the flat the chest of drawers had ended up in. Draco apparated to the flat, his heart hammering as he knocked.
When the door opened, Draco was sure he had to be dreaming. Of all the people in the world. Of course. Of course.
“Malfoy?” Potter seemed stunned. He was holding a toothbrush and was only dressed in a green t-shirt and pants. “How did you find me?”
Draco shook his head, willing his mind to work properly again.
“You have something of mine,” he said curtly.
“And what might that be?” Potter responded, a grin beginning to form on his lips. It took Draco off guard for a moment.
“Can I just come in and check something?”
Potter stepped aside and gestured for Draco to come in. Draco wasted no time and quickly found the chest of drawers in the corner of Potter’s bedroom. He opened the second drawer and took out the little book he had been so desperate to get back.
“What’s that?” Potter asked, leaning against the doorframe.
“Nothing of your concern. It shouldn’t have been in there,” Draco huffed.
“Hmmm,” Potter hummed. “You know, I never would have thought you kept a diary.”
Draco blushed, quickly hiding his hands behind his back.
“It’s not a diary,” he said lamely.
Potter nodded, but he had a mischievous smile on his face.
“You want a drink?” he asked, turning around and heading back into the living room. Draco blinked and tried to find his voice again.
“Um, no thank you. You were obviously getting ready for bed. I won’t disturb you any longer,” he said hastily.
“You sure? It might be a great opportunity,” Potter grinned. Draco gave him a quizzical look.
“I don’t know,” Potter shrugged, “after two Firewhiskeys you might get the chance to run your hands through my incredibly infuriating, magnificent head of hair.” Potter tried to keep a straight face, but couldn’t suppress a snicker. “I might even let you touch my strong and marvellous jawline.”
Never had Draco wished more the ground would open and swallow him up.
“You read it,” he said through gritted teeth. “You had no right.”
“True,” Potter replied, nonchalant. “I’d let you read mine in return, but I don’t keep a diary.” He stepped closer to Draco, studying his face intently.
“You look rather cute when you’re flushed.”
Draco made a sound that was something between a weird gurgle and a high-pitched squeak. Whatever it was, it was highly embarrassing.
Potter chuckled, coming to a halt right in front of Draco.
“I mean, I could just show you what kind of fantasies I’d be writing in that diary,” he said in a low whisper.
Draco gulped, not quite grasping what Potter was saying.
“Like what?” he breathed.
“Hmmm.” Potter’s eyes flickered down to Draco’s lips. “Like how I want to grab you right now and kiss you until you can’t breathe.”
Draco’s mouth opened involuntarily. Breathing was already hard with Potter standing so close to him.
“And then,” Potter continued, deliberately breathing on Draco’s lips, “I’d want your hands on the most delicious and perfect arse you have ever seen in your life.”
Draco groaned loudly. This was just too much. But then again, Potter really seemed to be teasing him in a rather flirtatious way. Trying to conceal his nervousness, he raised his chin and fixed Potter with a glare.
“These better not just be empty promises,” Draco said haughtily.
“Oh, they’re not,” Potter smirked, his eyes gleaming as he started pouring their drinks.
Running your fingers through his hair. When you kiss, when you cuddle, when you hug, all the time.
Sirius whispering in your ear a lot. He’ll nibble on your ear and kiss your neck and then whisper a random comment which would of course make you laugh. He would love your laugh.
Wearing his jacket because he thinks you look really hot in it.
He would tell you how hot you looked, a lot.
Sirius taking you for rides on his motorbike but he makes sure you’re safe and he makes sure you hold on tight. He loves the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around his waist and the wind in his hair.
He loves that dizzy laugh you do when you stop riding on a broom or his motorbike together. He loves the way you brush your hair from your eyes and collapse against him laughing.
“Shhh.” kisses, “Shhh I love you.”
Your “reunions” after class would be so dramatic. He’d pick you up and swing you around and kiss you like he hadn’t seen you in months.
When you actually hadn’t seen each other for months, Sirius would be almost crying when he saw you again. He’d be overwhelmed by how beautiful you were so he’d quickly hug you to hide his tears.
You would be the really embarrassing, so-in-love couple.
Laughing so loudly when you’re together that you get told off.
Teasing him for “being a little baby hiding under ten pounds of black leather.”
He would grab you when you said this, press a sloppy kiss to your cheek and whisper in your ear, “Ten pounds? Come on, you know I wear less than that for you.”
Stealing his jumpers. Sirius pouts and asks for it back. “Can you give my jumper back please darling, it’s cold.” A sly smirk from you then a quiet, “Make me.” Sirius glances at the Marauders then back at you. “Maybe later.”
Sirius stealing your jumper and showing up with it on one time to get back at you. “Sirius! You’re going to stretch it!” You exclaim, stifling your laughter. “You want me to give it back?” He says with a smirk twitching at his lips. “Yes.” “Make me.” He grins. “SIRIUS BLACK YOU STOLE MY LINE!” You yell, tacking him. There’s laughter from the other Marauders as Sirius is caught in a fit of laughter and half screams as you tickle him into submission (Sirius is very ticklish, especially on his stomach).
Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 13,742 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!
There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.
Lena fills Kara’s office with flowers again the next time Kara saves her (it’s becoming a habit, honestly, in one way or another).
Kara, in an effort to establish that “that’s what friends are for!” and that Lena doesn’t have to do anything special for her, fills Lena’s office with flowers in return.
Lena refuses to accept this, and fills Kara’s office with more flowers.
A gesture that Kara then matches.
Lena, who is too grateful (competitive) to let Kara win this, but who also realizes that Kara is not actually rich, begins sending single flowers instead.
But, of course, these are not just ordinary roses or lilies. Unlike the “pretty rare” flowers she’d sent the first time -the plumerias Kara had said were beautiful- and the pretty but ordinary flowers she’d sent following that, Lena sends a single, exceedingly rare flower to Kara’s apartment.
To Lena’s surprise, Kara sends a different but also very rare flower to Lena’s apartment with the note “You may be rich, but I have connections. ;)” attached.
(Jess, who is wary of Lena’s connection to this reporter but is also very allergic to most flowers is just thankful that they aren’t coming to the office any more…)
They play this game for a while, trying to one-up each other in rarity.
Eventually, after growing tired of strange and expensive flowers, Lena opts for a simple sunflower with the note,
“Not rare, but it’s color reminded me of you. Like the sunflower, you are familiar and just a touch strange, all at once. But it also reminded me of myself. Because I, too, follow the sun and am made taller in it’s light.”
Lena leaves the fact that Kara is the sun in this metaphor unsaid.
The next week, when Kara would typically have a flower waiting on Lena’s doorstep, there isn’t one. Lena goes through a range of emotions, from fearing that she was too forward with her affection for Kara to wondering if Kara is alright. But when she opens the door to her apartment, she sees it, sitting on the living room table.
Lena walks over to the white, shining flower with it’s few, simple, curved petals and it’s red stem, and picks up Kara’s note.
“It’s not from this planet (if you couldn’t tell) and I’m not sure how to write the name but it means ‘The Shining Dark’. It grows in the freezing blackness of the planet Klumithea. Most of these flowers don’t glow due to the harsh conditions of the planet. All of them are survivors for enduring, but this one… this one is special.
It reminded me of you.
I hope you like it, because it will probably stay alive longer than we will.”
The next time Kara is expecting a flower on her doorstep, she finds Lena there instead, empty handed.
“Lena! No flower today?”
“No. Your last one was hard to beat.”
“I’m glad you liked it. It’s actually really interesting, though, how it grows. The-”
“-I have something else, though. Something you might actually like more?”
“Oh. Well. I’ve been trying to tell you, Lena, that’s not necessary. That’s what friends are f-”
But Lena kisses her.
She kisses her deeply and quickly, enough to electrify both of their consciousnesses, but then pulls apart from Kara just as quickly.
Kara’s face is flushed.
“Lena, that’s-” she stops herself, suddenly. Licks her lips.
Kara kisses her back, just as deeply. In seconds, they’re both out of breath.
When Kara pulls back, eyes locked with Lena’s and mind fried from electrocution, she continues her thought,
“That’s… not what friends are for.”
Lena laughs, “No. It’sreallynot.”
“Well,” Kara starts, letting go of her. She slumps against the wall and tilts her head at to look at Lena, whose heart is still racing.