#If you have suggestions for the Au! I would gladly like to hear them

[are-uwu]

Here comes the boooy~

Ok, here are the basics of my Werebeetle au! (The name will make more sense below, so hear me out).

It all starts some time after the events of the movie, the Reyes house had been rebuilt and now everyone, but especially Jaime can carry Berto's mourning in peace, right?.

Unfortunately this is not the case when Booster Gold and the Justice League arrive at the door asking Jaime (or rather forcibly recruiting him) to help them destroy Brother Eye.

We don't know exactly if it was the desperation or the admiration of seeing his "idols" that made Jaime agree to help them. In the hope that maybe in return they could help him learn more about his powers, find out exactly where Khaji came from (Khaji Da when he was attacked by the green lantern the files or memories of his past were corrupted or deleted. therefore like him and like everyone else they have no idea what the Reach is). Hell, they may even be able to help Jenny find out what happened to her dad!

That mission could not fail in any way, could it?

Imagine Jaime's terror when he tries to escape from the explosion and see his heroes, escape and leave him to his fate to die alone thousands of light years away from Earth, his home and especially his family and girlfriend.

It was a night of absolute terror for Jaime. For the Reyes and Jenny family it was a year of anguish and despair. During that time they tried everything to find Jaime. Joining brigades of searching mothers and fathers (necessary context, Here in my country, Mexico. Unfortunately there has been an increase in the number of missing persons due to organized crime and the negligence of the authorities to attend to the complaints of the families looking for their missing persons. Therefore these same families founded their own search brigades and travel all over the country and do not rest until they find their relatives dead or alive.), missing persons posters, aerial search the bugship and of course. To confront the Justice League in order to receive answers, which they refused to give.

So you can well understand the sea of tears they all were when one night a tired, wounded and trembling Jaime landed in their backyard, but they didn't count that later on there will be an event of changes that will hit Jai both physically and emotionally.

You will see. The strong emotions of panic and trauma caused an unexpected reaction in the Khaji Da code where Jai's DNA would mix and this mixture would cause Jaime's body to go through certain very notable changes for him and his family and not only his body. What would happen if not the same armor would go through many changes in the future. In this part I was inspired by the symptoms of the werewolf when he is going through the first symptoms of transformation. That's why this Au's name is Werebeetle. (I already have some diagrams made of these physical changes and their explanations. So bear with me).

If you came here, I thank you for your attention and support!

[jaysng]

when your daughter walks in on you | pjs

pairing: husband!jay x wife!reader

genre: married au, comedy (tried my best), fluff

warnings: suggestive, jay sucking boobs like a madman

your husband has had an exhausting week and needed some way to relieve the stress he had related to his workplace. 

and that’s why, you were here know trapped in his hold in the kitchen, “missed you s’much baby” he said as he open mouthed-ly(?) tracing your neck leaving kissed and licks here and there til he reached your earlobe. 

as soon as you opened the door, he looked at you, yes with those goddamn eyes. next thing you know, you’re pulling him from his tie. “fuck can we do this? like in here—“ he asks as he lifts you up easily in one go and puts you on the counter“i have put her to sleep, use me all you want jay.” 

the approval was enough for jay to let his guard down as he dives in again attaching your lips with his, you were wearing a cute loose set of night wear with easy access, in one swift move he pulled your top down by the shoulders as he took a step back appreciating your mounds. 

giving each attention one by one, jay knew how needy you grew when he gave most of his attention to your chest he took your left nipple between his fingers and pinched it, fondling with the other one all while keeping eye contact.

“l-lick them jongseong, feels s’good when you do that” you said as you kept your hand on his, the one massaging your breast as he bend and took one of it in his mouth.

licking, sucking, making out messily with saliva everywhere as you arched your back with your hand on his hair and the other on your mouth to not disturb your ‘sleeping’ daugther. 

few minutes into it, jay felt your body really stiff, not squirming or whimpering anymore, maybe she’s too lost in i—

“appa don’t you think you’re abit to old to be doing that?” 

shit

shit

shit

oh fuck

his head shoots to the direction of the stairs as he sees your 4 year old daughter, half sleepy half astonished, wiping her eyes with her chubby hands. 

now standing straight, not knowing what to do he stares into blank space for a while then stares at you

blink

blink

“ah, yes.. baby uh…” you say breaking the silence as you thought, was better than the silence. “didn’t you say she’s asleep” he whispers, almost just mouths while shooting his big wide eyes at you. 

brushing a hand through your hair, you get of the counter “could’ve atleast pulled my shirt back up jay” you mouth another sentence at him blaming him in panic while fixing your top. 

“baby, weren’t you sleeping?” you ask as walk to her and run a hand over her head, “i dunno… eomma i heard sounds… breaking sounds! i thought bad people came in..” she says, still clumbsy with her words as you chuckled, 

“oh well, uh mommy and daddy were playing a game okay?” you mentally face palm yourself as you hear jay’s embarrassing made up excuse, still funny as even you were out of excuses— i mean what the hell would you tell your 4 year old daughter who just walked in on your husband with your titty in his mouth?? 

“hmm” she says as she looks around, honestly not taken aback or interested in it at all, thank god thank god she was in her sleepy state “i want ice cream” she demands as jay now picks her up in his arms.

the sigh of relief that left both of your mouth were synchronized, you knew your daughter and how she doesn’t process anything when she has just woken up, similarly and gladly this was the case as for what she just saw. 

“you can’t have ice cream baby, it’s midnight.” jay coos at her as she puts her face on jay’s neck and nods already drowsy and sleepy, you felt bad for her to be woken up and disturbed like that. 

shooting at sorry glance at jay who was pretty much sulky right now as the sexual tension was ‘ruined’ and probably not coming back again for today as your daughter was pretty much stuck by the glue to his chest as she slept.

putting her to bed, you entered the room as you found jay on the bed hands splayed around the bed, as the baby slept peacefully in her room now, the two of you exchanged knowing glances and started quietly chortling over what just happened

“a message would be good?” you say between the laughter sitting beside his laying figure putting his head on you lap. 

“massage it is.” he says, smiling with embarrassment.

[egcdeath]

going the extra mile

pairing: patrick zweig x reader

summary: patrick takes care of you after a rough day at work. 

word count: 2k

warnings: domesticity, established relationship tooth rotting fluff, so much fluff you might have to visit your dentist, brief mention of alcohol, eating, baths, mentions of sex but no explicit scenes, so sappy, very lightly edited

author’s note: this fic is part of my succession au (previous part here) but you don’t need to read it to read this! all you need to know is that patrick and reader are engaged. 

“Honey, I’m home!” you called out as you stepped through the door of your shared apartment, voice a little flat from an exhausting day. 

What began as a joke after you first moved in with Patrick quickly began a critical part of your evening routine, where whoever got home from work later called the cheesy phrase out to the other person, then was excitedly greeted at the door. It was a cute routine and something for you to look forward to after a long day at work—much like the one you just experienced.

Just as you predicted, Patrick appeared at your door shortly after you announced your arrival, beating your equally excited cat by just a few seconds.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted you warmly before entering your space to give you a quick forehead kiss. “How was your day?”

“Stressful,” you huffed, allowing Patrick to take your work bag and hang it up for you. You squatted down to pet your cat, who was now enthusiastically rubbing her chin on your shin.

“I figured it would be. I know big presentations aren’t your favorite,” he acknowledged, ruffling your hair from where you were petting your cat. “So I picked up a bunch of food from that Italian place you like. Want to change into something comfortable then eat?”

“Oh Patrick,” you sighed in relief, looking up at him with love in your eyes. A huge feast was exactly what you needed after such a rough day. “You might be the best fiancé ever.”

As promised, when you returned to the kitchen after putting on a satin pajama set—one that Patrick randomly gifted you early on in your relationship—a variety of takeout boxes sat on the counter from one of your favorite restaurants. You didn’t even think that they did take out, but Patrick must’ve convinced them somehow. Knowing that he would go out of his way to do something like that for you made you want to grab and kiss him. 

You grabbed what you wanted then sat down on your couch, not even bothering to care about marinara stains that might end up on the very expensive piece of furniture. At that point, your comfort mattered more than any material items—a sentiment that you were sure that Patrick would agree with. 

Your fiancé joined you not too long after you sat down, bringing you an offer of focaccia and a glass of wine. 

“You know me so well,” you practically purred, a soft smile on your lips as you gladly took the glass of wine from him. 

Patrick smiled back at you in response, not outwardly acknowledging your praise, but the light dusting of pink on his cheeks letting you know that he appreciated it anyway. You always loved seeing the effects your compliments had on him, even if he didn’t immediately speak his mind. 

“Do you want to watch a movie? Want a foot massage?” he offered, remote to the television already in one hand. It was sweet how he seemed to be going down a checklist of all of the things he knew you liked after a long, stressful day. 

“I think I just want to enjoy your company for now. Maybe an early debrief? Tell me about your day?” you suggested, setting down your glass of wine to take a bite of the food on your plate. 

“My day was pretty boring, to be honest,” he sighed. “We did some run-throughs of Glenn’s speech, then went back to the office and got some boring work done that you don’t want to hear about.”

“Maybe I do wanna hear about it,” you challenged, sitting up slightly straighter to indicate your interest. “Or maybe I just want to hear you talk a little more?” you added, figuring that it would be better to be honest. 

Information about the campaign Patrick was working on would probably go in one ear and out the other, but his voice was always a comforting, grounding thing for you. After having such a busy, stressful day, you couldn’t think of a single better way to unwind than to hear Patrick talk endlessly to you. 

Being the supportive fiancé that he was, Patrick did exactly that, telling you about all of the ins and outs of his day until you finished eating and drinking and were halfway into a food coma. 

Sensing your sleepiness, Patrick paused in his storytelling. “I was gonna run a bath for you, but I wanted to wait so it didn’t get too cold while we ate. What do you think?”

“I think I want to marry you right now,” you gushed, thrilled at the prospect of a warm bath to help you fully unwind from the day. 

As promised, Patrick set up a bath for you, complete with a candle-lit room and the soothing aroma of a bath bomb. You sat in a fuzzy robe and watched from your bedroom as Patrick set up the bath for you, flattered by his commitment to giving you a relaxing evening. 

After he was satisfied with the bath he put together for you, Patrick retrieved you from your bedroom and led you to the tub, as if you didn’t already know where it was. 

“Just yell for me if you need anything,” Patrick told you, letting go of the hand that he was holding.

“What if I need something now?” you questioned as you shed your robe and stepped into the warm, soothing water of the bath.

“What do you need?” he asked curiously, already preparing to get whatever it was that you wanted. 

“Well, I don’t need it, but it would be nice if you joined me. If you want to,” you added shyly, still worried about accommodating your partner years into your relationship. Patrick wasn’t always in the mood to do super romantic things, but after giving you such a nice night, it seemed far more likely that he would accept your offer. 

Your request was received even better than you expected, with Patrick making quick work of stripping and getting into the tub behind you, before letting you recline against his chest comfortably. 

The two of you sat in the tub for a long time, occasionally talking about whatever came to mind, but mostly unwinding in silence and sharing the intimacy of having skin-on-skin contact. 

Once again, you were sure that you could fall asleep right then and there, relaxed by a tiring trifecta of your dinner, the warm bath, and your fiancé’s comforting presence. 

“I never wanna get out,” you sighed contently, turning your head to dreamily look at your partner. 

“I don’t either, but I’m starting to worry that if I stay any longer, my skin’s gonna start falling off,” he showed you his pruning fingers to prove his point. 

“Ew,” you said simply, that being all you needed to hear to get you out. Besides, the water had gone cold a long time ago, and you were itching to lay in bed. 

“I want to get out, but I don’t think any of my muscles work anymore,” you explained as you watched Patrick wrap a towel around his waist after stepping out of the tub. 

“Is this your way of asking me to carry you to bed?” he asked with a hint of laughter in his voice. 

“Depends. Are you offering?” you fluttered your eyelashes at Patrick as if that would somehow sweeten the deal. 

Patrick gave you a wordless grin, one that told you that you were about to get exactly what you wanted. He helped you out of the tub and carried you to bed as he promised, before setting you down and tossing some pajamas at you.

After he cleaned up the bathroom, Patrick joined you in bed, where you were chewing on your bottom lip as you answered a few work emails. 

“Put that away,” Patrick gently chided you, shutting your laptop for you. “They can have you tomorrow. Let me have you for now?” 

You couldn’t argue with that logic, not protesting when Patrick took your computer and set it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Though you really would like to get more work done, your partner was accurate in his assessment that nothing would change if you answered that night rather than in the morning, other than your peace of mind. 

Once your laptop was out of the way, Patrick wasted no time pulling you in for a passionate kiss, which felt like the perfect way for you to end your night. As his hands eagerly roamed your body, you thought about how this was something that you both earned, with Patrick treating you to such a lovely evening, and you needing this one final action to complete your night of relaxation. 

Just as Patrick found his way between your thighs, your heated moment was interrupted by the dejected sounding meows of your cat at the door, wanting to be let into the room. Both of you groaned, knowing that if you didn’t address the angry furball waiting for you, you really wouldn’t be able to enjoy your night. 

“We’ll pick this back up in the morning,” he promised you as he got out of bed. 

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” you laughed, sitting up and pulling your discarded nightgown back on while you watched Patrick open the door for your pet. Predictable as ever, she jumped into your bed and sat down where she always liked to sit between you and your fiancé.

“This has to be the most spoiled cat in all of human history,” Patrick commented as he sat back down next to the two of you in bed. 

“Whose fault is that?” you teased as you pet the purring feline. Though he would never admit it, Patrick somehow loved your pet even more than you did. You often found him holding and cooing at the cat, or doing research on new toys and puzzles to enrich her.

“We share responsibility for it,” he dismissed, causing you to giggle. 

“Sure,” you replied, not even bothering to hide the incredulity in your voice.  

As the two of you sat in bed, you settled into your typical evening routine, with Patrick reading a book beside you and you catching up with your friends over text. 

Out of the blue, your partner spoke up, grabbing your attention. “You still haven’t told me about how the presentation went.”

You groaned aloud and turned to look at your fiancé, reading glasses perched on his nose and an open book laid on his chest. His beauty, even in a moment of not being all put-together, felt like it should be a crime. 

“It wasn’t my best work,” you confessed. “It was kinda my fault. I’ve been so preoccupied with all the wedding stuff, that I basically just let Art throw together the presentation. I just felt so unprepared, but it’s fine, I guess.”

“I’m sure you did better than you think you did,” he assured you. “And if you didn’t, that’s also fine. It’s over, and I don’t think anyone’s gonna remember that you were a little unprepared.”

Though you’d reassured yourself with similar words, it was nice to hear it coming from your partner. 

“You’re right. Presentation aside, thank you for making me forget about the real world and all of my problems for a little while,” you leaned over and kissed his cheek, and felt your cheeks warm as Patrick followed up your kiss on the cheek with a real kiss. It amazed you how even after years of being together, he was still able to give you butterflies. 

“That was the goal,” he was obviously happy to see that this evening of sweet actions had the intended outcome, based on the wide smile on his face. 

You bit your tongue to hold back a sappy love confession, knowing that Patrick surely wasn’t in the mood to return you one, but you couldn’t think of anything else more obvious than the mutual love you felt sitting in that bed, thoroughly pampered after a rough day. 

As you laid there next to your grinning fiancé, you couldn’t help but wish that your wedding would come even sooner, so you could look forward to endless nights of domestic bliss. 

[gyusimp]

I’d like to request Gyutaro and fem reader having a disagreement so they play a game doing the 69 position and whoever cums first wins

°•Competing with Gyutaro (Nsfw)•°

Thanks for this request, hope u like it, it's a little short but it unblocked me and I had a lot of fun!

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW| Smut | 69 | Minors PLS DNI!! | Modern AU

Today was Sunday afternoon, outside the sky was covered in clouds and it seemed like it could rain at any moment, you and your boyfriend were alone in your apartment so since both of you felt brave enough to cook dinner or something so you simply decided to suggest watching a movie or a series together, to which Gyutaro gladly agreed. You two went to your room and got on the bed to turn on the television and enter one of the series platforms.

Gyutaro took the remote control and, together with you, navigated through the entire repertoire of series and movies. It was quite an extensive catalogue, from comedy and horror to romance, action and documentaries. A few days ago you saw a summary of a romantic comedy on social media so you suggested that movie to watch together while Gyutaro suggested an action trilogy, bloody and exciting. You didn't dislike these types of movies, but you didn't feel like watching them at this exact moment, your eye was on that romantic comedy and you wanted to give it a chance.

"I'm not gonna watch that thing, I'll end up asleep within the first 15 minutes." Gyutaro told you, with reluctance in his voice.

"Well, I don't want to hear gunshots every 5 seconds and see guys running on roofs either, not now at least."

The two of you continued debating on which movie to watch, it was taking you longer to look for one than it did to watch a movie, it would even be close to dusk. Neither of you two got a second choice to propose, so the only two candidates were the films you had chosen from the beginning.

"Well, we have no choice..." You said, placing one of your hands behind your back, looking at your boyfriend squarely. "Rock, paper..."

"Wait a second." Gyutaro said, to which you listened to what he had to say. "What if we better play another game to decide?" His smile was unpredictable, bold and malicious.

"Sure, that's what I was about to do."

"No, not that kid shit. How about we do this: let's do a quicky 69, and whoever cums first will be the winner."

His idea surprised you, you were not horny at the moment and Gyutaro was usually very easy to get aroused so both things were a disadvantage for you at the moment, you thought about the game for a few minutes while planning how to obtain a sure victory so you ended up accessing.

"Ok, I accept!"

Gyutaro began to take off his clothes just like you, you undressed easier since you were only wearing a bra, panties and a long, loose t-shirt, you got rid of all your clothes until you were completely naked just like him. Gyutaro laid down on your bed and then patted his lap for you to climb on top of him.

"Make yourself comfortable, honey." He invited you, his voice deep and provocative.

You straddled Gyutaro, placing one leg on either side of him but with your back to him, you positioned yourself so that his wet cock was in front of your face, your breasts were crushed on his abdomen and you could sit almost on his face. Gyutaro's view was perfect, he could admire on his face your thighs hugging his sides, your butt on his chest and your small pussy half open in front of him, making him spank you on impulse, making you moan. The idea of this game was to make your opponent feel the slightest pleasure to prevent him from cum but still make a little effort since it was against the rules to stay completely still.

"Ok, go ahead doll. Start sucking" Gyutaro said.

Chills passed through your entire spine when after hearing him speak, you felt a wet and hot sensation on your slit making you moan, it was Gyutaro's tongue running through your folds, sliding between your lips. You couldn't stand by and do nothing or Gyutaro would automatically win, so you turned your gaze forward and found his cock in front of you. You took it between your fingers and began tracing small lines with your tongue over his slit at the tip, causing Gyutaro to move his hips as he sucked on your pussy and thighs. You had to do whatever it took on their own to cum as soon as possible, so you settled yourself better on top of Gyutaro and spread your legs wider, opening your cunt better so that Gyutaro's tongue had better access. You began to move your hips on top of him, slow, circular movements to make your clit slide out of your folds and rub against Gyutaro's mouth as you slid your hand down his length again and again. You could feel your core wet and throbbing just like Gyutaro's cock in your hand. You decided it was time to take him out of your mouth and instead began sucking on his balls and leaving wet kisses along his length and both thighs. Gyutaro's moans told you that you were doing an excellent job, even if he didn't tell you in words. You continued to move your hips on top of him, wanting your orgasm badly but you didn't feel wet enough yet. You saw Gyutaro's tip in your hand, dripping with precum so your instinct led you to immediately lick it before he noticed, you looked at his face again but he was drunk enough with lust between your legs to notice that his liquid was appearing. Gyutaro took his tongue out of your hole and decided to thrust one of his fingers in, making you arch your back along with a loud moan.

Wet sounds could be heard every time he arched his finger inside you, stretching you and you sucking on it to clench around him. You wanted to keep your moans hidden as much as possible so as not to let him see how good he was making you feel and suddenly stop so you took his length in your hands again and took it almost completely into your mouth to start sucking him while you accelerated the movement in your hips. You felt on your lips how Gyutaro contracted and his moans became louder which meant that he could cum at any moment so your hips went faster and faster making his finger start to get wetter inside you. You felt a couple of gags in your throat and your mouth became wet, drooling down the sides tasting Gyutaro's precum giving you the idea that he would be the winner until due to your rough movements on his face and your clit rubbing against him, you had to take it out of your mouth to scream with pleasure and feel how all the discharge of your orgasm came out of your body and seconds later that of Gyutaro. Gyutaro approached you and took care of separating your lips with his fingers and eating you whole until the last drop, leaving you with a slippery, wet and hot sensation between your pussy and your legs, sliding down to your butt. Now you were the winner.

"Well...we'll see what I want, okay?" You said, feeling victorious.

[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | 13.5

♣︎ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 1.8k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, just a peek into some stuff that happened over break, very self indulgent honestly i just wanted more yuyu time lolol, the usual teasing between these lovebirds, making out, handjob, teensy weensy bit of spit play, unprotected sex, riding yunho after hes fresh out the shower purrrr 🤪

—a/n: hi! dropping a bonus chapter because it's like ... kinda necessary in order for the next update to make sense? more self indulgent tho LOL but it wasn't long enough to be a chapter chapter 😭 anywho, enjoy!! pls vote on my poll if you haven't already cause ya girl needs to figure out her priorities hehe ty 💕

"Get in the damn car! We're late!" Chaery yells at Seungmin as he lazily walks over after forcing for a pitstop just to get snacks. Yunho laughs as he watches from the rear view mirror, popping his mouth open when you lean over and feed him a fish ball.

"Why don't you get in and stop worrying about me? I'm getting there!" You hear Seungmin yell back as Soobin swings the door open and slides into the back seat.

"Maybe they'll never notice if we just drive off?" Soobin suggests, making Yunho chuckle again.

"He's almost to the car." 

"Why is she hella mad anyway?" Soobin shivers in his jacket.

"He's taking his sweet ol' time. Plus, you know how Chaery is. Her family is full of seasoned travelers. They don't do pitstops and stuff." You dip the fish ball into the sauce and pop it into your mouth.

"Right." Soobin sips on his cup of coffee, scooting closer to the door when Chaery and Seungmin finally slip into their seats.

"We're literally so behind now. You made Yuyu wait." She continues to go at Seungmin, making him roll his eyes.

"Yunho, I'm sorry. I really had to use the bathroom. Some people don't understand it's a thing." 

"You're good." Yunho starts up the car and instantly turns up the heat. "We've only got about an hour and a half left." 

Today, you and your friends were off to spend a few days deep in the snow; renting a huge cabin near a snowboarding and ski resort. Yunho graciously offered to drive, patiently dealing with your friends and their requests on the way over.

Yunho heads to the cabin to help drop off the bags before meeting up with the rest already at the ski resort. He pulls into valet while the rest of you hop out and head straight into the store to get some gear and rent some snowboards. You find the rest of your friends hanging around in the café, sipping on hot cocoa while waiting for your group to arrive. Everyone is in good spirits, excited to see Yunho alongside of you. Even though he's tagged along a few times, you still can't help but feel worried about Yunho. You don't want him to feel isolated or left out, especially if you and your friends already have a good bond with each other. But, he fits in so well every single time, you almost feel like he's been friends with them for as long as you have been.

He tries, and the effort shows.

Once the snowboarding finally takes off, you find out that Yunho has been snowboarding before and is pretty comfortable with it. You, on the other hand, are terrified out of your mind. It takes a few tries, a patient Yunho and constant falls before you're [at the very least] boarding in a straight path. But, you're having fun and sharing lots of laughs with your friends, and you find yourself enjoying yourself no matter the circumstance.

After an hour or so of boarding, you, Yunho and a few of your friends sit off to the side to observe everyone else and play around with the snow in the surrounding area. You give your sister a Facetime call during the brief break, getting your friends and Yunho in the screen. Your sister kept calling Yunho a cutie, demanding for you to bring him over for dinner ASAP. Yunho agrees and tells your mom and sister that he'll see them soon again, waving goodbye before helping you stand to your feet for another round of snowboarding.

You and your friends are out there for another 1.5 hours before you call it quits, heading back to the cabin for a relaxing rest of the evening before another day of playing in the snow tomorrow. Everyone pitches in to make a good, hearty dinner— Yunho and a few of the other boys grilling in the covered back patio while the girls stayed indoors and finished preparing the rest of the dishes over some drinks. Once everything is set, everyone sits at the table and quietly enjoys their food before debating what to watch for the rest of the night.

After dinner, most of the food is gone, and the group is cleaning around before you head upstairs to your shared room with Yunho. You take a shower first, while Yunho hangs out with the group downstairs, enjoying the hot water as it hits your skin. You take a good, lengthy 20 minute shower; gently moisturizing before getting into Yunho's shirt and some shorts, leaving your wet hair to air dry.

Luckily, the cabin is warm enough, but you know you'll get cold the longer you sit around. Before leaving the room, you turn on the portable heater just to warm the room a bit more before you get to bed. By the time you've headed back downstairs, a few of your friends are huddled around the living room now watching a true crime docuseries with some snacks; the rest already resting in their rooms or asleep from the eventful day.

"I'm gonna shower." Yunho kisses your cheek before excusing himself to shower. You watch for a bit before helping clean up around the kitchen and living room. You then bid your friends goodnight— the exhaustion kicking in quick that you don't really have time to sit and enjoy the rest of the docuseries they've started. When you get back into the room with a cup of tea in hand, Yunho has just turned off the shower and steps out in nothing but a towel. His hair is damp and you can't help but ogle at his frame, his body. "Hey. You didn't wanna watch?"

"No, the exhaustion is hitting me pretty badly now. I just helped clean up a bit downstairs and made some tea."

"Mm. Is the room warm enough for you?" He points at the portable heater that he's turned up a bit more.

"Yes. It's cozy." You chuckle. "Thank you." You sit on the bed with your back against the wall, watching as Yunho takes a seat on the edge. He's running a smaller wet towel across his damp hair, his back facing you. You can't help but crawl over and throw your arms over his shoulders, planting random kisses against the side of his neck and shoulders.

"Cutie." He chuckles. "What can I do for you?" 

"A kiss?" He smiles, dipping forward to connect his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. 

"You sure that's all?" He teases. "You know you can just tell me, baby."

"That's all." You continue to kiss him, hand traveling down his chest, to grazing across the tent forming in his towel. 

"Hey." He whines in between kisses, slightly hissing when you continue to gently palm him through the towel. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop myself."

"Your fault for walking out of the damn bathroom when it's literally below 0 outside." He laughs, hands falling onto your hips when you crawl onto his lap.

"It was warm enough in here!"

"Sure." You playfully roll your eyes.

"Take these off." He whispers, tugging on your shorts.

"So bold." You tease as he helps you out of your shorts and bites his bottom lip.

"Mm, well. You started it." His hands come up your shirt to squeeze your sides. "Care to show me what exactly you need, love?" He smirks, a drip of a suave tone slipping through his lips.

"Mhm." You sit back a bit and run your hand up his towel to gently stroke his already-hardened member. He hisses and tilts his head back in pleasure, tempted to thrust into your hand as you pump him at a steady pace. He lets out low, strangled moans, trying his best to keep contact with you through hooded lids. You take the opportunity to spit onto his dick, letting it drip down the head and down his length while you pick up the pace. Yunho's moans are a little louder now, and hearing it drives you crazy.

"Jesus." He lowly groans. "Baby, wait, wait, wait—" He grabs at your wrist and stops you. "You'll make me cum if you keep going."

"You don't want that?"

"No. Or else, we would've gone through all that trouble of taking off your shorts for nothing." You giggle, adjusting your position to line him up at your entrance. 

"We have to be quiet."

"Do we? They have the docuseries on loud downstairs." You slowly sink down his length, lips attaching to his as you both let out soft moans while adjusting to the feeling.

"Mm, but there's still rooms across—" Yunho chases after your lips, enclosing it in a heated kiss before you can say anything else. He grips onto your hips and guides you at a steady pace, more gargled and low moans leaving him as you work him.

"They won't hear a thing, pretty. Don't worry." He smirks against your lips. "Is it really a bad thing, though?"

"Yunho." You giggle, tilting your head back in pleasure when his cock hits you in all the right places, clit rubbing against him perfectly. 

"Love when you say my name like that." He mutters against your neck, tongue swiping against the surface before he bites onto your neck. You let out a sigh just as his hand comes to your neck, gently squeezing as he watches you ride him at a steady rhythm.

"You feel so good." Your hands trail up the nape of his neck, tugging at the ends of his hair. His hands come back to your sides as he whispers in your ear, praising and cooing you straight to the edge.

Gonna keep being a good girl for me?

Riding me like you were made for me.

So pretty, so beautiful.

My baby.

And it only takes a couple of more rolls against Yunho before you're twitching and trembling in his grip, digging your nails into his shoulders as he thrusts up into you and fills you up shortly afterwards. He groans as lets out every last bit into you, lips grazing against your neck before planting a soft trail there, to your jaw, to your lips.

"That was fun." You say, making Yunho chuckle.

"Let's get cleaned up." He looks down at the towel that's now on the floor. "Again." You laugh, heading to the bathroom to clean up, get dressed and do some final touches before slipping into bed with Yunho. He instantly pulls you into his arms, wrapping one around your shoulders while you lay on his chest. "Can barely keep my eyes open now." You smile when Yunho kisses you on the forehead, letting out a content sigh with you in his arms.

"Yunho?"

"Mhm?"

"Thanks for coming along on this little trip."

"Wouldn't miss it for a thing, love." He hums against you, falling asleep in due time just to repeat the agenda all over again tomorrow.

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[thescarletnargacuga]

What about the @sm-baby 's Carnival! au? Maybe a fic of non-sentient Pomni being flirty with Caine and then Bubble apearing to anoy them lmao. Would be great if we can a carnival au showtime :D

A/N: I'll admit, I'm a bit nervous to do this one, but I'll give it my best 👉👈

FLIRTATION FRUSTRATION

CARNIVAL AU CREDIT: @sm-baby

See Mushy's non-sentient Pomni art HERE!

WARNING: suggestive themes, non-sentient Pomni, trapped sentience

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"Wait, wha- what's going on?? Oh no! No! No! No!"

Pomni struggled against her own programming. The overpowering AI shut her consciousness away behind her own eyes. She could see, hear and feel everything happening around her, but Caine couldn't hear her. Not the real her.

"Oh, Player~" Pomni strutted over to Caine confidently, his back to her.

"Yes, dear, what is iiiiiiiiit?" Caine drew out his last word because Pomni traced a finger down the side of his jaw to his chin, holding it with her thumb and forefinger. She was standing way too close. "Uh....what are you doing?" He was already sweating.

"Trying out for the worst AI Olympics, WHAT DOES THAT LOOK LIKE???"

"I found your performance today simply spectacular. You should be rewarded....by me." Pomni leaned closer.

Caine backed up, but she followed him all the way to the wall. He pressed himself against it as if trying to phase through it to get away from her. "Uuuuuuh...Pomni, I don't think now is the best time for this."

"No [%$!#], Sherlock."

"There's always time for rewarding. Especially when I get to give it to someone like you." Pomni pressed her chest against Caine's, reaching up to fiddle with the wind-up key on the side of his head.

"WHAT-! NO! PLEASE! I'M SORRY, CAINE!!" Sentient Pomni screamed with embarrassment.

Caine's hands trembled as he gripped the wall behind him, sweat poured from his heated face. Having her against him felt so good, but...he was panicking. "You don't want me, I'm not-"

"Oh, but I do. You're so handsome and strong and kind to me...you're my dream come true. Do you know what I would like to be true?"

Caine swallowed hard. Her pressing against him was making him feel things he wasn't used to handling. His whole body felt hot. He was afraid to ask. "...what?"

"Oh, god..." Sentient Pomni covered her face in shame, bracing for what was coming.

"That you would hold me close at night after making my bells jingle for hours." Pomni's eyes gazed into his with dark lust.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Caine's eyes were so wide, they could burst. The way she phrased it got her words around the censor, but they were pretty on the nose. "Pomni, please, I-...uh, um-"

"You don't have to beg, Player..." Pomni leaned in just within an inch of his teeth. "I'll gladly show you all of my tricks. I'll keep you entertained all night long."

"HUH??? I DON'T HAVE ANY TRICKS! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?"

Caine could feel her whispered words. His heart was going mad in his chest. "Pomni, as lovely and as wonderful as you are... I think that, uh you maybe might be...not in the right state of mind?"

"FINALLY! SO YOU CAN TAKE A HINT! THAT'S! NOT! ME!"

"Aw, you think I'm lovely? That's so sweet of you to say. How could I resist someone with such a way with words?" Pomni closed her eyes and kissed Caine.

"WH-!?" Sentient Pomni couldn't form words. She could feel the kiss. It was gentle, despite how aggressively the AI was after Caine.

Caine went still as a statue, his eyes wide open. The kiss just kept going. A lot of him didn't want it to stop. Slowly, his eyes closed. The only part he managed to relax.

Sentient Pomni felt her own digital heart hammering. Kissing him felt so good. Her heart wanted this but her mind struggled to handle it. "You don't want me...you can't want me..."

Pomni's world went black, then she realized it was because her eyes were shut. She opened them. She was in control again. She jumped back away from Caine. "AAAH! I'M SO SO SO SORRY!!"

Caine hit his head against the wall in surprise when Pomni snapped out of whatever just happened. He rubbed his head and stepped away from the wall. "It- it's okay! Really! I didn't mind- uh, well, that is to say that- uh..." He nervously fidgeted with his hands. "I kind of....liked....you kissing me." He avoided her gaze.

Pomni was shaking. "What..?"

"I MEAN- I wish that maybe you told me that's what you wanted to do instead of just doing it, I'm not good with reading people, but nevertheless, I...liked it." Shame bubbled up inside of him. Maybe he shouldn't say that? Was he doing this wrong? He couldn't sit still.

Pomni blinked as she processed what he said. "You...want me to kiss you?"

"ONLY IF YOU WANT TO!!" He was panicking. "Maybe- we just forget the whole thing, yeah? I said too much!" He held his teeth shut, his face burning with the darkest of blush.

Pomni gently took his hands away from his face. Her own were still shaking. "Hey, um...I liked it, too." She quietly admitted.

Caine's teeth opened a little. "Really?"

"Yeah..."

They made soft eye contact. Butterflies filled both of them. Caine's hands interlaced fingers with Pomni's. "Maybe...we could...again?" He carefully asked.

Pomni stood on her toes a little to lean up to Caine. He met her for a proper kiss. A wonderful soft warmth spread through them. They barely moved, letting the contact alone feel special. This was for them, no interference-

Bubble popped in out of nowhere. "Hey, boss! I detected your heart rate and came as fast as I could! Are you alright??"

Caine and Pomni jumped apart. "NO! Er- yes, Bubble! I'm fine! Thank you!" Caine held his hands behind his back. Pomni avoided looking at Bubble altogether.

Bubble looked from Caine to Pomni and back. "Ohhhhhh, I see. Sorry for interrupting." Bubble vanished.

Pomni hid her face in her hands. "Does the shame ever end!?!?"

Caine hid behind his teeth. "Dear, you are asking the wrong person."

[connieslover]

𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞'𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ࿐ a shy cellist finds himself falling in love with a mysterious girl who visits him every afternoon (part one).

𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

☆ princess!oc x cellist!anton

☆ fluff, royal au

(suggested listening: laufey, what falling in love feels like)

the tall brunette hummed quietly as his long fingers grazed against the guitars on display. chatters and sounds of clinking glasses filled the store.

anton worked as a server, as well as an occasional performer at the town's bar and instrument shop. wanting to support his family and his younger brother, he gladly accepted the job offer when the owner found out that he had a knack for playing the cello.

noticing that one of the guitars was dusty, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, held the neck of the guitar, and slid the handkerchief across the frets, removing the dust.

as he did so, he felt the weight of someone bump into his back, causing him to stumble on his feet.

"oh my god im so sorry!" a girl stood before him, her hands gripping the beige fabric of her dress. she wore a beige-colored dress with long sleeves as well as a brown hood that sat on her shoulders. she had brown hair that was tied into one long braid. her round eyes met anton's and for a second, he felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs. he had never seen such a beautiful person. he couldn't even call her beautiful for it felt like the word was undeserving for her.

anton blinked, bringing himself back to reality, "oh no it's alright,"

his voice was quiet and soft like velvet. anton quickly averted his gaze from the girl, stuffing his handkerchief from his pocket.

"do you work here?" she asked the boy.

anton nodded his head and for some reason, he couldn't find the courage to meet her eyes. was he even deserving to look at someone as beautiful as her?

"i've always wanted to visit here. there's such an array of instruments. if i could, i'd love to play all of them," she beamed as she looked around the store.

"you can always try out the instruments if you'd like," spoke anton, watching as she walked around the store, curiosity lingering in her eyes.

she turned to face the boy with excited round eyes, "really? i'd love that," she walked towards anton, "by the way, what's your name?"

"anton lee. and yours?" anton sheepishly answered, flattered that she asked for his name.

"akari," replied the girl.

'akari. what a fitting name for such a girl whose presence was radiating with such elegance, light, and beauty,' anton thought himself.

akari's eyes flickered to the clock that was displayed on the wall. her mouth opened slightly before she hurriedly wore the hood back onto her head.

"i have to leave now but i'll come back tomorrow. it was nice meeting you, anton." she smiled at him before she walked out of the store. the way she said his name made his heart flutter. he'd love to hear her say his name again and he was already looking forward to the next day.

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anton was sitting on a chair, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he stared at the small stage. occasionally, his eyes would flicker to the clock. his feet tapped against the ground feeling slightly impatient and nervous. the sound of the bell from the door rang, diverting his attention to whoever entered the store.

to his pleasure, it was the person that had been on his mind the whole night. akari entered the store with the same hoodie that she wore the previous day. but today, her hair was tied into bun and she wore a brown dress that was the same color as her eyes.

"anton!" she greeted him, her lips curling into a smile.

"hi akira," anton greeted back, standing from his seat and dusting off the invisible dirt from his pants.

"god i couldn't sleep at all last night. i kept thinking about what instrument to play. but after a long thought, i think i'd like to try out the guitar today," akira's hands moved animatedly as she spoke, there was a glistening look of excitement in her eyes.

"do you have any experience of playing an instrument?" curiously asked anton.

akira nodded to his question, "i know how to play the piano. well i was forced to," her voice turned quiet towards the end of the sentence and anton being the attentive person he was, was quick to note it.

"i-i'd love to hear you play," anton bashfully said, making akira grin.

"i'll play for you one day. now let's get a guitar!"

the two sat across each other. on akira's lap was a light brown colored guitar and on anton's lap was a dark brown colored one.

"so...how do you play a chord on this?" asked akira as she strummed the first few strings of the guitar.

"it's fairly easy to play and memorize the chords on a guitar. this chord for instance is a g chord," anton demonstrated by strumming the chord and akira tried to copy his finger placements.

"and this one is a d chord,"

"this is an f chord, it's a bit trickier to play," anton watched as akira's pointer finger stretched out across the fret, the rest of her slim fingers struggling to stay put on the frets.

"here, if you use this finger instead it's easier," anton leaned closer, changing the placements of her fingers. he noticed the difference in the size of their hands, how her fingers were smaller, and how her nails were neatly trimmed.

"i think i got it," exclaimed akira as she strummed the said chord.

"i have a chart for all the guitar chords if you're interested," anton brought up. akira nodded eagerly.

a few short minutes later anton came back with a sheet of paper in his hand. he sat back down in his seat and handed akira the sheet of chords. akira looked at the sheet in her hands.

"did you draw the chord charts yourself?" questioned akira, noticing the smudges of pencil here and there.

"yeah i did," sheepishly answered anton, fiddling with the strings of the guitar.

"that's amazing. your handwriting is super neat. this is going to be so helpful," akira looked up from the sheet, her eyes meeting anton's brown doe eyes, "thank you,"

anton felt the heat rising to his cheeks and he quickly averted her gaze, stammering "it's nothing really,"

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over the next few days, anton spent his afternoon with akira, teaching her how to play the guitar. he enjoyed the time he spent with her, whether it was silently watching her practice, listening to her hum ever so often, or even listening to one of her rambles.

"oh come on anton! you work at an instrument store how do you not know how to play the saxophone?" queried akira, the saxophone in her hands.

"i don't know how to play all the instruments. i wish i did though," anton waved his hands, defending himself.

"just try it at least," akira shoved the saxophone in his hands. he couldn't say no to the desperate look in her eyes.

"fine," he murmured.

anton took a deep breath before he blew into the reed, pressing the keys in hope that something sounded right. anton created the most disharmonic noises possibly known to mankind. it was as if someone jumbled up three songs and hoped for the best.

akira found it amusing, bursting out into laughter. her laugh was just like the rest of her- genuine and sweet. her eyes were crinkled, her teeth showing just slightly. her laughter could brighten up the whole room. and she was laughing all because of him. anton was proud of himself that he was able to evoke such a joyous emotion from her just by playing the wrong keys on the saxophone. he felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that he played so terribly that she found it hilarious but nevertheless, anton found himself smiling, ignoring the flutter of his heart and how the tips of his ears were reddening.

"actually, never mind. never play the saxophone again," akira said in between laughter as she held her stomach.

"come on now, i don't think i was that bad," joked anton, putting the saxophone back in its place.

"well, if you never practice and learn, you'll definitely become a world class saxophonist," teased akira, her cheeks flushed pink from all the laughter.

"yeah yeah i'd like to see you try to play the saxophone," anton rolled his eyes earning a head shake from the girl.

"no thank you,"

akira glanced at the clock on the wall and let out a gasp. she hurriedly packed her belongings into the small pouch she always brought with her.

"oh god i'm gonna be late. i have to go anton," she worried, wearing her hood.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" anton asked, tilting his head slightly with his hands in his pocket.

akira smiled and nodded her head, bidding goodbye to the boy.

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the next day, akira didn't come.

she wasn't there the day after that as well.

anton ran his fingers through his hair as he checked the clock on the wall for what seemed like the hundredth time of the day. many thoughts ran through his head throughout the day.

what if she got into trouble? what if she found another store to go to? what if she got bored of him? what if she moved to a different city? did i do something wrong?

akira was a mysterious girl. anton always wondered why she had such a specific curfew and why she always had a hood on her. not once had he seen her without one. there was something odd about her that he couldn't place his finger on.

aside from the many questions anton had about akira, he also wondered why he felt distraught that she didn't visit him.

his eyes glazed over the bar, watching as people clink their glasses together and chatter amongst themselves.

"why do you keep staring at the time?" anton's head snapped to the person beside him, startled.

"it's nothing sohee...." he sighed, adjusting the black tie around his collar.

his older friend sohee raised a brow at him, crossing his arms he asked, "are you looking for someone? perhaps the girl whose been visiting you these past few days?"

a bashful look overtook anton's face and he cleared his throat, "w-what are you talking about?"

sohee rolled his eyes and placed his hand on the taller boy's shoulder, "oh anton you know exactly what girl i've been talking about. some of the other workers have mentioned her. how is she like? is she pretty? is she nice?"

"she's the most amazing person ever. she has this aura that's just so... alluring. i don't know how to describe her. i can't find the right words to," anton breathed, her smiling face appearing in his mind.

"sounds like my friend is in love," sohee cooed with a teasing grin.

"in love? what? no no she's just my friend," denied anton shaking his head.

"i don't know who would describe their friend as 'the most amazing person ever'," retorted sohee, "you literally have heart eyes right now,"

anton bit his lip, trying to deny the fact that he was falling in love with a girl he'd just met over a week ago.

"i have to meet her! if she comes again you better introduce me to her," sohee chirped before he scurried elsewhere to serve a customer.

"anton, you're up in five."

anton let out a sigh and made his way to the side of the stage where his cello was waiting for him. once the previous performer had finished performing their song, anton made his way to the stage. the sleeves of the work blouse he wore was rolled up to his elbows, his firm veins on display.

the crowd cheered for anton as he introduced himself. he didn't perform every night, only once every few days or maybe once a week. he was a bit shy and he hated being in the limelight for too long but performing for the bar was good money so he couldn't really complain.

anton took in a deep breath before he started playing the new piece he learned. he pressed against the strings of the cello, using his bow to express all the notes. he played the cello beautifully like it was an extension of himself. as he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the music he wished that akira was here.

the crowd applauded loudly for anton once he was finished. whoops, claps, and cheers were heard around the room as he fluttered his eyes open. to his surprise, his eyes were met with a familiar pair.

it was fairly dark but he could see the faint silhouette of a hooded girl at the back of the crowd. her brown eyes were glued onto him and he couldn't tell if it was the lights but her eyes were sparkling, almost teary-eyed. anton's heart raced, and he had to blink twice to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.

anton rushed to take a bow and pack his cello back into his case. he squirmed through the crowd, muttering small thanks to the people who complimented his performance. all he could think about was akira.

and there she was, standing in the corner of the bar wearing a silky long white nightgown. like the first time he saw her, her hair was tied into a long braid that laid over her shoulder.

"akira," he breathed, the grip on his strap tightened. he noticed the look in her eyes, how it was a contortion of gloom and something else.

"you play the cello so beautifully. i never knew that you could play," admired akira.

the corners of anton's lips curved into a small smile, "thank you akira. and you never really asked,"

akira giggled quietly before the two of them were engulfed in silence. in the background was the next performer playing the violin.

"why didn't you come the other day?" anton broke the silence. akira looked away with a troubled gaze which only made anton worry more.

"my parents found out that i've been sneaking out. and since then, it was harder for me to find a way and time to sneak out. i'm really sorry for not coming," explained akira as she fiddled with the strings of her hood.

"hey, it's alright. but you shouldn't be sneaking out. i'd hate for you to get into more trouble," anton remarked as he leaned against the wall beside akira, glancing at her worriedly.

akira bit her lip, "it's hard not to when this is the only freedom i have. visiting you...this place is the only place where i can feel like i can truly be myself. where i don't have to worry so much about my future, who i am, who i want to be, and what to do. it's like my little getaway,"

"you don't have to worry about anything when you're here. you're always welcome here," comforted anton, bumping his shoulder with hers. akira looked distressed and anton could see it. he noticed the foreign expression displayed on her face and the furrowed brows and forwn did not go unnoticed by him. akira finally smiled, having to tilt her head slightly to look up at him which made his stomach swirl.

"if you'd like you can come here anytime you're able to," suggested anton ignoring the subtle flutter of his heart.

akira's eyes rounded, batting her long lashes like an excited dog she asked, "really? is that possible?"

"well i'm sure the owner wouldn't mind if i let you in the shop during closing hours," anton rubbed the nape of his neck praying that the owner would be fine with the idea.

"would after midnight be fine? i won't be able to go out during broad daylight," asked akira.

"it should be fine. i'll ask the owner for you,"

"thank you so much anton!" beamed akira, feeling giddy. anton smiled to himself, delighted that she looked happy.

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"the store looks so much different now that it's midnight," hummed akira as she walked around the store. the only light was from the streetlights outside the bar as well as the moonlight that seeped through the windows. what once was a bar filled with loud conversations shared amongst strangers and loud music was gone.

akira made her way to the piano, sitting on the leathered piano bench.

"is it alright if i play the piano?" asked akira.

"of course you can. i'd be delighted to hear you play," answered anton, sitting in the empty space beside her. the piano bench was just big enough for the two of them to sit. they were close enough that their shoulders brushed against each other.

akira's fingers grazed against the keyboards, feeling the familiar hard and cold keys under her fingers. she gracefully pressed the keys, stepping onto the pedals with her flats. a euphonious sound filled the room.

there was something about the way her face was illuminated by the moonlight, the way her eyes closed at certain parts of the song, the way her brown hair framed her face, and the way she turned to look at him with stars in her eyes that he'd count that made him realize,

fuck, he was in love.

roses began to creep beneath anton's cheeks when akira shyly adverted his eyes. they were so close that anton could smell the light scent of the perfume she wore. she smelled clean, like lilacs and vanilla. the fluttering in his chest grew louder, ringing in his ears. he was afraid that akira could hear his racing heartbeat.

akira tucked the strands of her hair behind her ears as she grinned at anton. 'has he always been this handsome?' she thought to herself. she had never realized how gorgeous he was now that they were close. his dark hair fell over his rounded eyes that were looking at her like she was the moon. he had a nose gifted by the gods, heck his whole face was carefully hand-sculpted by angels. his pink lips were curved into a small smile. a crimson adorned her face as she realized that she was staring at him for a bit too long. she diverted her attention to the keyboard in front of her, an unfamiliar feeling taking over her.

"you're amazing," gushed anton, "i-i mean your piano! when you play the piano...it's gorgeous," stuttered anton, earning a chuckle from the girl.

"thank you. we should play together, as a duet one day," suggested akira, tapping her fingers against the keys.

"i'd love to play with you," admitted anton, loving the suggestion.

silence fell over the two teenagers before akira turned to face the boy.

"hey anton...there's something i need to tell you,"

"what is it?" asked anton, suddenly feeling nervous.

"i..." akira paused for a moment, a faltering gaze in her eyes before she looked away from anton, "actually it's nothing. nevermind,"

"you can tell me anything," anton placed his larger hands over akira's, surprising himself with the bold action.

akira forced a smile, "maybe it's not the right time yet. but i'll tell you, soon."

the next night, akira didn't show.

[underthetree845]

playing horror games with armin hehe

Hey Saturn (@ringsofsaturnnnn)! So this took me awhile but let's just pretend it's still October for a moment. How was your week? I wrote down my thoughts, I hope you enjoy!

Playing horror games with Armin?

Armin/gn! Reader (scenario imagine/drabble?)

Cws: gn! reader, established relationship, college au, modern au, horror games, halloween night, armin gets scared easily

Summary: Playing horror games with your sweet blonde boyfriend <3 not much more to say.

Wc: 493

A/n: I never really play horror games (as in I have no experience beyond watching my friends play) so I did my best with this!

Armin definitely wasn’t the one to suggest it, but who is he to turn down an opportunity to spend time with his lovely partner? 

He used to like to play regular video games in high school, so he does have experience holding a controller.

Armin was the victim of many pranks on Halloween growing up, being relatively timid and easy to scare. Regrettably, all those years of jumping in fright didn’t make him any less prone to hiding under the blankets during a scary movie. 

After all the trick or treaters are gone, when the moon is high and the night is quiet, you both decide it’s a good time to start your game. If you dressed up, you both change out of your costumes and shower first. Armin gladly helps you wipe off your makeup if you need anything like that. He makes sure to grab all your comfort items: several blankets, pillows, a stuffed animal, he even makes you your favorite warm drink and you set out some of your extra candy in a bowl. Normally he wouldn’t be for eating candy this late but he decides to make an exception. He picks out a few mini Milky Way bars to munch on and settles in with you as the screen lights up. 

If you’re an avid fan of horror games (and they don’t scare you really badly) best believe you’d better ask Armin to loosen up the death grip he has on your arm so you don’t wake up with bruises. He both fears and admires how you don’t let the suspenseful moments get to you, please reassure him a little bit that there’s nothing more normal than getting jumpy during these types of things; they were designed to make you scared. He lets out more than a few screams, and at this point would rather die than step one foot anywhere without you. His controller does get chucked across the room at some point. 

Now if you rarely play horror games and get scared by them easily (like me Y-Y) Armin will do his best to provide you comfort by holding you against his chest and keeping you close, but it’s going to have to be a two way street, he needs your comfort just as much. I couldn’t imagine the two of you just owning a game like this, you probably had to borrow it from Eren or something like that. He probably gets a little shaky, just feeling your heartbeat and hearing your breathing can soothe him, he’d like it if he could cuddle into your chest too. You two will just be a curled up ball of giggly nerves and screams and it couldn’t have been a better Halloween. 

Armin may need to take some deep breaths afterward, but in the end, whether you love horror things or get just as jumpy as him, he loved it because he got to spend time with you. 

Eren teases Armin the next day when he hears about how scared he got and suggests a group session next year. 

Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening! 💜🖤

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 12)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, eventual poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism.

Word Count: 2,871

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11)

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Day 194

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You sleep for longer than you should. By the time Azriel forces his eyes open, dry and gritty from the length of time he’s been asleep, the sun is almost overhead.

He shifts, stretching his aching limbs as he looks around the large living room. You’re still sleeping, face curls up into one of Cassian’s sweatshirts, blocking the bright sun streaming in from the windows. He can hear your soft breathing and for a moment he wishes he could see your face. 

Cassian is asleep on the recliner next to him. Feyre is no longer sprawled on the couch and Rhys is also missing from the pack before he remembers that they’re on watch. 

You’d found multiple bedrooms within the home but the frenetic energy had you all converging in the large room for bed, too used to being piled on top of each other for so long. Everyone was too bone tired to want to drag the mattresses into the room, and Azriel had suggested that it wait until you were all sure that this was going to be the place to stay for awhile.

He rolls onto his back, releasing a long sigh. His shoulder aches from sleeping on it all night, but it’ll surely pass.

Azriel lets himself lie for a few more minutes, and it’s weird. He can hardly remember the last time he’d had a lie in or had been left alone with his thoughts, without the impending end of the world interrupting him. He’s not even sure what to think about.

Head lolling to the side, his gaze wanders your way again. You look much smaller now that you’re all tucked up in on yourself, and he wonders for a brief moment how you’ve actually survived this long. With your less than great luck, stubborn ways, and injured leg. He winces guiltily at the thought. 

But he silently thanks the Mother for sending you and Feyre their way.

It’s nice having the both of you around, not that he’d ever admit it out loud, especially to Feyre. It certainly doesn’t hurt to have someone who knows how to patch up wounds in their group.

All in all, Azriel thinks you’re pretty well off. Cassian with his seeds, being able to give you all a real source of sustainable food once you find a place long enough to stay, even if he’s heard enough about them to make his ears bleed. Rhys, the natural born leader and always had been. He’d learned a lot about politicking from his father and it had come in handy in more circumstances than he’d thought. He would gladly follow his friend into a horde of zombies if he asked.

Feyre, who has found herself in a position of leadership as well, calling the tough shots between the two of you and on a mad chase through the country to find her sisters. Her loyalty had made him bristle at the beginning, but now Azriel sees that she’s a bit more like him than he’d bargained for, devoted to the people she trusts until the very end.

You shuffle, letting out a soft groan that sounds more like a pleased whimper and goes straight to his cock. Azriel squeezes his eyes shut, releasing a shaky breath as he tries to invision zombies with their abdomens sliced open and entrails falling out. 

You push the sweatshirt from your face, readjusting it further under your head as you blink your big eyes open, taking in the sun filled room.

“Morning,” you say, voice scratchy with sleep as you take note of Azriel. 

“Good morning,” Azriel greets, a ghost of a smile lining his lips, like this is a secret good morning made for just the two of you.

You yawn, closing your eyes again. “I don’t want to get up,” you groan, burrowing deeper into the comfortable sweatshirt.

“No one said you have to,” Azriel shrugs, and you look so soft and sleepy that his fingers twitch with the urge to pull you into his arms. “Got nothing to really do today, anyways.”

You hum in agreement, nearly already back asleep.

He allows himself to watch you for a moment, until Cassian rouses from his own slumber. He knows that he doesn’t need to look away but he feels as though he’s been caught, and those few minutes were just for him, as selfish as it sounds.

Azriel slips from his makeshift bed, a blanket he’d found in one of the rooms that wasn’t eaten by moths, and makes his way out the french doors leading onto the back porch. 

It’s where Cassian finds him later.

He’s watching Rhys and Feyre as they walk along the fence. Her head is thrown back in a laugh and Azriel can see Rhys beaming grin from two miles away. It makes his own lips quirk.

“Sleep well?” Cassian asks, joining him. His long hair is tousled with sleep, matted with other things and he needs it cut desperately, but it still makes Azriel want to pull him into a closet and tug at his hair as he forces his head towards his cock. 

He avoids making eye contact with Cassian before he acts on those thoughts. “Better than I have in a while,” he admits.

“Think this could be the place?”

“I don’t know,” Azriel shrugs, and it’s the truth. “You tell me.”

He hasn’t taken it upon himself to scout the property, so he doesn’t know the potential of this spot until he does so himself. Of course he trusts the rest of the group to be able to tell the difference, but for his own peace of mind he’ll need to walk the property and see what you’re all dealing with.

“It’s not too bad,” Cassian starts, grinning and waving to Feyre who is jumping up and down and waving at them like a madwoman. It seems as though everyone has woken up on the right side of the bed this morning but it leaves a weary feeling in Azriel’s gut. You shouldn’t all settle so quickly.

Cassian continues. “There’s a part of the fence that needs repairing, but other than that, it seems like this could really be the place, Az.” He has that glint in his eye, hope, Azriel realizes. Hope that there is actually a future that isn’t just moving around and searching for a safe haven that may not even be out there.

They can just make their own.

“How long do you think it will hold?” Azriel asks.

“Hard to say,” Cassian answers, tapping a finger to his chin as he thinks. They watch Rhys and Feyre begin to make their way back up to the house. “It’ll hold until we can fix it, if we do it soon.”

Azriel nods. “Alright. We should get the van today and look for supplies if we have the time. We’re almost out of water and some more food wouldn’t hurt.”

“Did someone say food?” Feyre asks and she and Rhys near. They’re standing close, arms brushing as they walk and Azriel can see the strain in Rhysands eyes as he wants to twine his fingers with hers. He scowls at Azriel when he catches him looking but the other man only rolls his eyes. “Where’s (Y/N)?”

“She’s still sleeping.”

“No she’s not,” you answer, sliding out of the door. You’re draped in Cassian’s hoodie that you’d been using as a pillow, despite the morning heat. You’re swimming in it and looking much more innocent than they know you to be.

You still look tired, and he’s sure that they all do, but all thoughts eddy from Azriel’s mind as you come to stand right beside him, the sleeve of your sweater brushing his bare one.

He tries not to overthink it.

“What’s the plan for today?” you ask, scanning the backyard like each of them had when they’d come outside. It warms his heart that you’re all picking up on each other’s quirks, his tendency to make sure everything is as safe as possible.

“Going to get the van and do a supply run,” Rhys says, thinking along the same lines Azriel had. The violet eyed man volunteers himself to go.

“I’ll join,” Feyre chimes in, and no one says anything about the look shared between the both of them.

“Me too.”

Azriel makes a face at Cassian but is torn between mentioning his leg and saying nothing. Instead, he and Rhysand meet eyes, and Azriel gives a slight shake of his head. He’d rather volunteer himself to go than let anything happen to Cassian.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to say anything because you’re already answering. “But your leg.”

Cassian sends an overexaggerated, dazzling smile your way. “It’s feeling better today, I promise.”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea…” you trail off and Cassian relents.

“Fine, I’ll stay only so you can have your piece of mind playing nurse one last time,” he jokes and you laugh. “And I better get a haircut out of this.”

Your laugh splutters, mouth hanging agape, “What makes you think that I’m any good at cutting hair?!”

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Hair lines the floor. You don’t know how you’d gotten suckered into playing barber but there’s a comb in one hand and a pair of scissors you’d found in a kitchen drawer in the other. Cassian had been the one to talk you into it, complaining about how long his hair had grown lately. You quite liked the look on him, especially when he pulled it into a knot at the back of his head, but he’d wrangled a chair into the doorway of the small bathroom and all but forced your hand to make the first cut.

“Just a few inches,” he winked and you gave in.

But now Azriel’s sitting in your chair, bullied into it by Cassian, though he didn’t fight the idea as much as you’d thought he would. With the larger man pulling at his dark locks, a teasing grin on his face, the glare Azriel had cut him at the time had made you look away, hiding the smile stretching across your lips at their antics.

What you hadn’t been able to pick up in that golden glare was the electricity that buzzed within them, the way the air between them shifted into something charged, the way Cassian’s gaze flicked suggestively your way and Azriel’s lips quirked.

Your comb slides through his dark, damp hair with ease, knots brushed out by your tender touch. He was more surprised at that than anything. Azriel had seen the way that you’d struck zombies and humans down alike, face set and hands worn with time spent in the end of the world. But with clean hands fingering through his locks he’d realized just how soft you still were. How you hadn’t lost that part of you like so many.

Like him.

“Almost done,” you breathe, snipping at the back of his head. He feels lighter already, and it’s not just from the way you’re massaging his scalp and threading your fingers through his hair. 

You make your way around him, placing your tools down on the counter as you do so, so that your hands are free as they slide into his soft hair once more and pull softly, measuring the length on both sides. Leaning down so that you’re eye level with him, Azriel studies you, fighting the heating of his cheeks every step of the way at the concentration on your face, even if you aren’t even looking at him.

He swallows roughly. He wants to untuck his hands where they’re folded tightly together in his lap, run them up your legs, brush the hair back that’s falling into your face, to do something. 

“It looks pretty even to me,” you murmur, sliding your fingers into the lengths again to double check. It nearly makes his eyes roll back into his head and a groan escape his lips, and this time he does let his hands come to rest on your hips, steadying himself.

Your eyes pierce his, startled at first by the gentle grip he has on you, but a soft smile appears and his head stammers in his chest.

“How does it look?” he breathes, unable to drag his gaze away.

Your fingers itch to twist themselves into his hair, locking them in place. You want to pull at it as his hands draw up your body, touch everywhere they can. The heat of his hands is delicious on your hips and the spark in his golden eyes is like a magnet, drawing you in.

“It looks…” you trail off, taking the time to really take a look at him. He’s devastatingly handsome, straight features and tan skin that you can’t help but want to taste. The downturn of his pink mouth isn’t seen as unhappy, but curiosity as his tongue darts out to wet them. “You look good.”

The hands around your hips tug and you go sprawling into his lap. Your fingers tighten in his dark hair, pulling Azriel to you just as desperately as he’s yanking you towards him. Your mouths meet in a hurry of emotions and an explosion of lust kicks your heart into gear. 

It isn’t anything less than the both of you clinging to each other, a mess of wandering hands clawing at each other, ready for more. He’s so warm, and you can feel his cock stirring with interest as you grind down on his lap, swallowing his groan.

Azriel’s fingers brush up your sides, thumbing over your breasts. You shiver and gasp, and his tongue dips into your mouth for more as he hauls you even closer, chests pressed so close that you can feel his heaving breaths against yours.

His fingers dip under the hem of your shirt, pressing flat against your warm skin. You keen. You haven’t felt like this in a long time, didn’t know you were even capable of feeling so good anymore and all you want to do is strip him from his clothes and–

“I seriously love this look on me,” Cassian says, startling you. You rip yourself away from Azriel, mouth dropping in horror as you stare between the two of them. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…

You shove yourself away from the broody man, head spinning a mile a minute. Cassian had just walked in on you making out with his…well, whatever they are. There’s definitely something between them, you’d heard it that night in the van. And not only that, but you’ve also kissed Cassian and here you are, making out with Azriel too.

Azriel’s mouth is swollen from your kisses, hands fallen into his lap like he couldn’t be bothered to move them when you’d dragged yourself away. His golden eyes are dark with shadows but he doesn’t look away from you even when you glance at Cassian, who’s running his fingers through his freshly cut hair with a smirk.

“Oh my Gods,” you breathe, slapping a hand over your mouth as your stomach roils. Tears prick your eyes and you need to get out of here right now. Maybe Feyre and Rhys aren’t too far out yet and you can wallow in your mortification on your way to find them.

“I’m so sorry,” you breathe, trying to shove your way around the towering men. Cassian takes up the entire door frame, smile falling from his mouth as he sees your fretting. He catches you by the waist and tugs you into his body, arms like iron chains around you. You’re unable to get out no matter how much you struggle.

“Calm down,” he murmurs, but you can’t, especially smothered by the warmth of his body. “It’s okay.”

Your eyes are stuck on his, searching for the anger that you won’t find. The hands trying to remove yourself from his grasp curl against his chest as you settle slightly, but his words aren’t enough.

You can hear Azriel shuffling behind you, rising from his spot and kicking the chair away before he’s sidling up behind you. You jolt in shock as he presses himself firmly behind you, his hands joining Cassian’s to keep you held between them both.

“More than,” he whispers his agreement and you shiver.

“But I thought–” you choke, unsure of how to go about whatever is happening right now. They’re nearly smothering you, both so big and tall that there’s no hope for an easy escape. You have to crane your neck back all the way to look up at them, and their heated gazes make your stomach stir. “I thought you two were together.”

Your voice sounds broken, soft, like you don’t want them to hear. You feel stupid, cheeks heating as you all but admit you’ve overheard their conversation in the van but haven’t understood it.

Cassian and Azriel share an amused look, the former craning down to look you in the eyes more fully.

“We are,” he answers, thumb stroking a soothing pattern across the exposed skin of your waist, calming you as if you might bolt away from them. “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for one more.”

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[droolingvenus]

Enter Here:

Hello, and welcome to my little corner of Hell! You can call me Venus, I'm not new to this hellsite by any means and I finally decided it was time to carve out the niche in the Star Wars fandom that I always dreamed of someone else making.

On this blog, I will be posting various headcanons, blurbs, quotes, fanart, possibly fanfictions of my own writing, all relating to what I consider to be my favorite ships, including rare pairings and a variety of ships that I think I came up with because I am single IRL and would really rather not be.

I personally write a ridiculous amount of self-indulgent fanfiction that I don't post anywhere and only write for my own enjoyment, but my preferred pairings and AUs are very rarely anywhere near canon. I always hoped there were more people with uncommon interests in the fandom, but after years of no luck, I've made the decision to find them myself, or convert some people...

My main ships that I enjoy writing about/am interested in exploring are:

Quinfox/Foxquin/Vox (Quinlan Vos x Commander Fox)

Codywan (Commander Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Blyla (Aayla Secura x Commander Bly)

Quinobi/Obiquin (Quinlan Vos x Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Rexsoka (Extremely wary of this one, I would only explore the concept post-Clone Wars Era as Ahsoka is... A child before the end of the War... Yeah, none of that please)

Kanera (Kanan Jarrus x Hera Syndulla)

Dinluke (Din Djarin x Luke Skywalker)

Wreckme? (Padme Amidala x Wrecker? Weird one that I think ONE SINGULAR PERSON has art of and now it lives in my brain dumpster and I've been toying with it a bit)

I'm curious about Kit Fisto x Aayla Secura x Commander Bly, but I haven't actually explored it much, so if you've got any thoughts or favorite fan works, feel free to send them my way!

These are the ships that I currently find myself interested in and writing about, but I'm open to hearing about what other people might like, my only boundaries are non-familial/platonic ships between clones, that's not my cup of tea, and any Master/Padawan ships, something I'm not interested in and would prefer to not engage with, you do you, of course.

I also enjoy at least two AUs, one that I believe pre-dates my use of it and the other is a very common one: Sith AU (Duh) and Victory Ball AU (In which the Clone War ends in a Republic-Jedi victory and things are all made right, Palpatine will always die, usually in increasingly hilarious or vengeful ways, depending on how my day went)

I am a SUCKER for the Soulmate trope/AU, and if anyone ever wants my thoughts on a specific ship being soulmates, ask! I will gladly babble my nonsense to any who wish to hear it!

I will forewarn that I am likely to post about ships + reader, for example, I'm already planning for my first real post to be a Quinfox x reader headcanon, so if you're like me and are polyamorous or LGBTQ+ in another way, you're welcome to send things in too! There's room for everyone around here, my little deal is that no one can be harmed and it can't be an illegal relationship (Examples include but are not limited to: Non-Con, incest, underage/of age partners, abusive dynamics/themes, coercion,) in our standards. As long as it would be legal here, I can usually give it a chance, though if you want me to write about a ship committing crimes together... That's a different story, I have access to Google and no respect for my search history, if you want to hear about being Codywan's assassin/lover, shoot me an ask, I have thoughts ;)

Lastly, I will post NSFW and suggestive content at some point and while I will do my best to add many tags and warnings, if you can't handle that risk and/or you are under 18, GO AWAY. I'm not sorry that I'm an adult and that I enjoy adult content, and anyone who doesn't want to see it is more than welcome to leave.

Ageless blogs and blogs run by minors will be blocked, and it will not be warned or nice, I don't want you here and if you're truly mature, you should be mature enough to respect that this space is not for you.

Asks are open, requests are open, ranting in the asks is more than welcome, feel free to send any questions in and I'll get to them ASAP!

~Venus

[reel-fear]

ShockBee comfort and cuddles? Maybe one of them is upset or having a meltdown from being overstimulated, so the other holds them and they're just,, being somft <3 you don't got to ofc ^^"

HEEHEE I will gladly do some Shockbee comfort and cuddles! Coming right ur way~ taking place in an au where the cons n bots r working together to protect detroit just cause-

Bumblebee always considered himself a real energetic bot, no matter what life threw his way he tried his best to remain cheerful and peppy. However, there were days when it felt like life just threw EVERYTHING it had at him suddenly, causing a hectic day for him. First it was go stop a robbery at a bank, then it was pick up Sari from school because Sumdac was busy, after that do routine check up with Ratchet, listen to Ratchet lecture you on getting more sleep and drinking less caffiene, get hit by someone on the road NOT watching where they are going, go see Ratchet again with another lecture and then Optimus tells ya you got monitor duty tonight.

by the time Bee got to sit down and stare at the blank screen in front of him, he felt like his processor was totally fried. Thank primus he took his meds today because if he hadn't he was sure he would explode. It was a hectic day he would get to follow up with a boring night.

Bumblebee was absolutely dreading it and he just tried to get comfortable in his chair and rest his helm against the desk. Maybe if he could fall asleep he could sleep through the entire thing...

"Someone looks tired..."

Bee jumped at the sudden voice before he turned around to see a familiar red optic staring down at him with concern.

"Oh geez mech, don't scare me like that..." Bee huffed, laying his helm back on the table.

"I just wanted to know if you were okay... You look like someone ran you over..."

"Yea well I certainly feel like I was ran over... Thanks for the awesome compliment though."

"Right... Sorry..." Shockwave whispered and Bee sighed.

"No, no don't be... I'm sorry I'm being crabby... I've had a busy day... And not in the fun way." Bee explained. "That's not your fault though... I just can't believe I'm gonna end this night with moniter duty!"

Bee whimpered, shaking his helm sadly before suddenly sitting up as Shockwave's claws wrapped around his shoulders.

"W-woah whatcha doing Shocks?" Bee asked and Shockwave only chuckled.

"I'm trying to get you to relax honeybee. You said you had a terribly busy day so I thought it was the least I could do." Shockwave purred, massaging Bee gently in just the right spot between his shoulder joint and the rest of his frame.

"Oh you don't have to do that b-but... Hah, well don't let me stop you..." Bee whispered, relaxing into Shockwave's touch. Tense muscles and a weight he hadn't even noticed was there suddenly seemed lifted from him.

"You know... We could use one of these monitors to watch something, surely we can afford to take our optics off one of these cameras for just a bit..." Shockwave suggested, nuzzling his helm into Bee's neck.

"I couldn't agree more... Just don't let boss bot hear about this okay?"

Shockwave nodded in agreement, picking Bee up so they could get into a much more comfortable position. One where Shockwave was sitting on the seat Bee was just on and Bee was in his lap, now sipping on a bit of coffee Shockwave brought for them to share.

Shockwave struggled not to giggle as Bee nuzzled his chest and neck, spots where he was a bit ticklish. Of course Bee didn't let that stop him in his PDA, nothing really could when he was commited to it. He wasn't even glancing at the screen as he shushed Shockwave, telling him to keep quiet so he could find something for them to watch. He couldn't help but be such a tease like that~

"H-honeybee! Cut it out w-will you and find something for us to-to watch?" Shockwave whispered through his laughter, causing Bee to giggle and shake his helm.

"Okay, okay, geez someone is impatient huh?~ Hmm... Wanna watch some garbage reality TV?"

"Don't we always just complain when we watch those kinds of shows?"

"Yeah but I love complaining when it's with you. Plus I don't want to use my brain for a while."

"Fair enough."

Cuddling Shockwave while the two of them watched some... Lesser quality shows together was exactly the kind of mindless activity Bumblebee had needed... He would lean against Shockwave's chest, hearing the soft sound of Shockwave's spark beating and feeling the warmth that just surrounded such a big frame. Every once in a while Shockwave would pause and the two of them would talk about how obviously edited a moment was or a particular person who was annoying them both.

"Can she just stop being so rude and speaking over the other girls? She keeps saying they're fogetting their manners but she's been the worst this entire season..." Shockwave huffed and Bee shook his head.

"Betcha she only made it this far because of the producers." Bee muttered and Shockwave nodded.

The show was stupid, plainly stupid and frustrating to watch at times, it was overproduced and felt like every other reality show you could find out there. At some point Shockwave had paused the show and gone off on a tangent about a topic the show brought up. Bee didn't bother to remind him of the show, he just let Shockwave go on and on. Hearing his voice always made him feel so much better after a rough day, no matter what it was he was talking about.

The way Shockwave would gesture and emote with his hands and body only made it more endearing too...

After he was done, Bumblebee giggled before asking him. "Want to stop watching for now?"

Shockwave huffed, taking a sip of their shared coffee before answering.

"Nope, let's keep going." He whispered, unpausing the video as Bee' smile only widened.

A couple more sips of coffee, more episodes of garbage TV and Bee and Shockwave were both much more lively.

"You wanna actually watch something good now?" Bee asked and Shockwave chuckled.

"I would love to honeybee..."

The rest of the night stopped being a warm haze for Bumblebee, it was instead all so clear for him, him and Shockwave were both quiet as they watched one of their favorite movies. Sometimes pausing to comment on their favorite moments or to grab snacks and a drink. At some point Bulkhead offered to take their place for the overnight job but both of them politely declined. They were having fun and though Bumblebee was still somewhat tired from his day, he was so happy it would end on such a wonderful note.

Just him and Shocks together, Bee comfortable in his lap while they shared coffee and snacks. Sunflower seeds, popcorn and pretzals, it wasn't a movie theater and it wasn't a night filled with anything but junk food.

But these quiet intimate moments between them meant everything to Bumblebee. Nobody would really know about this night or everything that happened during it, because it would be a rather boring story to tell.

But Bumblebee looked forward to another busy day, in the hopes of having an even more boring night, as long as Shockwave was there to make it magical. Just for him...

[honeymochibubbletea]

Eyyy guess what sweethearts? It’s rambling time! >:)

(And also at 3 am as i am writing this hahaha…🥲)

So, so, HEAR. ME. OUT. OKAY?

I had some ideas for some fanfics and “fake” movie posters drawings… but mostly ideas for some AUs that i was thinking about lately…

Here’s the first one: Rio and Chicken run: dawn of the nuggets swap AU… i know, i know, you may be wondering “WHAAA? Honey mochi, are you serious?” And yes: yes i am DEAD serious! C’mon think about it: I’ll even write a small synopsis of how the events of both films would work out:

“In a world where exotic animal trafficking doesn’t exist but on the other hand is encouraged exotic animal sale for consumption, there’s a captivity located in Brazil where: two blue macaws; a red-crested cardinal; a yellow canary and a toucan are planning the greatest escape and a revolution to free all birds from humans from becoming nuggets!” (Also we would have a Brazilian Mrs. Tweedy! :D nah just kidding, she would still be British but like… she would live in Brazil, lol)

“In a world where the meat are becoming more and more scarce, humans have decided to stock the remaining animals to forcefully reproduce them to mass cloning them… and, when a certain British hen has to come to Brazil to reproduce with a North American rooster… well… let’s just say that things sure do happen! :)”

Now here’s the second one: human borrower AU

You may be asking: “and what would it be the human borrower AU?” And i’ll gladly answer your question! :D

The human borrower AU would be chicken run but with a small difference: the chickens would be tiny humans that are “delicacies” for the bigger humans.

Here’s a synopsis: “in a world where the normal is to capture; stock and trade borrowers for consumption, it is hell for the little humans. And, when a certain ginger borrower decided she had enough of this life, she, alongside with other borrowers, is making a plan to get all the borrowers out of the farm…” (Also, instead of a borrower, Rocky would be a “normal” human. So you can already imagine the shenanigans hahahaha!)

(It would be basically be the plot of both chicken run’s movies but with tiny people instead of chickens)

And as for the third one: Chicken run x Telltown crossover, Chicken run x Telltown crossover, Chicken run x Telltown crossov- okay, okay, i’ll stop.

Alright, it is absolutely to no one’s surprise that i’m the only person who wants this crossover😂

But, but, but! Hear me out, just hear me out, bear with me: i can totally see it!

This crossover would take place shortly after the events of the second movie: imagine Mrs. Tweedy and Dr. Fry working with Phantasmo to create even stronger collars for the chickens so they cannot possibly take it off??? (And Phantasmo suggesting for them to make it even more inhumane by torturing the chickens while they’re “happy” before killing them for consumption because he’s THAT sadistic, oopisie!)

Charlie being accidentally turned into a chicken by Phantasmo? And helping and working alongside with Ginger and the other chickens???

Man, i can totally see that… 😔🤚

[needlewind]

Saw you were taking writing requests. I have a request for a Tawnypelt x Feathertail one. Maybe an AU where Tawny stays in Riverclan or just them meeting up after hours

They shouldn’t be out here, that’s a fact. The clouds drifting along the sky only serve as an unnecessary warning to the information Tawnypelt is all too aware of: this is a horrendous idea.

If it were just her, she’d never have dreamed of sneaking out of camp to go play like some kit in the river. Despite her role in the Sundrown mission, Leopardstar and by extension Riverclan had yet to trust her. According to them, Tawnypelt was a so-called ‘clan-hopper.’ Earning her clan’s trust now would be harder then ever before.

She has Feathertail to lean onto when the judgement gets too much though; the only cat left she can truly rely on. Were it not for her, Tawnypelt thinks she would have made do in Shadowclan, even with all the untrusting glances and never-ending feelings of not belonging. Here, with Feathertail, Tawnypelt doesn’t have to worry about any of that. Feathertail has always made sure she feels included, has always looked and treated her like she’s just as worthy as any other cat.

Which is why Tawnypelt is out here despite her better judgement. Feathertail had insisted they go out to the river alone tonight, to loosen up and spend some time together like they had back on the journey. It can only be described as mousebrained but... she’s never truly been able to say no to Feathertail.

She hears the river before she sees it, rushing and roaring past. There’s the subtle chirping of crickets and the small splashes of fish jumping out of the water. Part of her still prickles with anxiety at the thought of going in, ingrained in her from moons of being warned away. Thunderclan cats were made burly and with heavy coats, perfect for blending into the woods and fighting, but nothing more than a sinking stone in the water.

Feathertail is built similarly though, with broad shoulders and a soft silver pelt that Tawnypelt has buried herself in a number of times. Despite this, the molly shows no hesitation, racing off to the river as soon as she sees it. Water launches upwards as she jumps in, reaching up to splash Tawnypelt across the face. “Sorry!” Feathertail calls as she resurfaces, but the laugh in her mew suggests she isn’t very sorry at all.

Whiskers twitching in amusement, Tawnypelt finds herself relaxing in the face of her mate’s joy. She supposes it’s alright if she let’s loose for once, it’s not as if anyone will find out. And really, can her reputation get any worse than it already is? Feathertail is the only one she truly has left and if goofing off makes her happy then by Starclan Tawnypelt will gladly toss all caution to the wind.

Sneaking up close to the edge of the river she turns to the side, keeping eye contact with Feathertail as she carefully dips her tail into the river and then whips it up, sending a wave of water crashing over the silver molly. Sputtering, Feathertail resurfaces wet but pleased. “Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with that!”

And the game begins.

[queenofdragons12]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

"You have been there with us forever, Y/N. There is not one day you weren't there. You are our support beams, and you will always be," she said, and you couldn't help the grin that spread over your lips. "You're right," you say.

❣❣ PARING :: OC(s) x gn! reader

❣❣ GENERE :: fluff, fantasy, high shcool au

❣❣ WORD COUNT :: n/a

❣❣ WARNINGS: none just fluff, slightly suggestive teams

❣❣ NOTE: this is the first of some serious I plan to write. It's not much of an x reader, but it's there. And it's my OC or you, the readers. Your name here is Y/N since I couldn't find any names that fit Chan. I will also see if there will be some Skz or BTS in here since I love them too much not to induce them in this series.

💌 The One Who Were There master list

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You were walking with your friends and having a fun time talking. It wasn't any particular thing that happened this day, and you didn't mind. After having to take driving school for a few weeks, I had been tiering, and always having to stress about not cutting it close was taking me to a different mood phase, and I could barely keep on in shcool.

But your friends were unstable and soon enough picked up on your mood swings and were cacti 'round you so you wouldn't snap at them.

"hey, Y/N, do you want to hang out after school?" Isabella del Vall,e a good friend of yours,s said, smiling as you and another girl named Cintaa Inchareon but whom you called Donut, walked to the classroom.

It was packed with students from yrou class. You gave your friend a smile. "I will have to look at my schedule, but I should be free this afternoon, so yes," you said, and Isabella grinned at you before brushing your shoulder with hers and walking inside the classroom; you being the gentleman you are,, offered Donut to go first.

She did so gladly and grinned at you before going to her seat, you doing the same. The teacher came in along with some boys named Evan Hall. He was a playboy and, if not the most handsome boy in this midst.

you would give him that.

Not that you cared for him like that, anyway. He always had girls around him, and it would be hard to even try and win his heart, so you just let him be.

But he wasn't going to let you be, to be honest. I mean, look at you!

YOU:

There's no doubt in his mind that you are the most handsome, beautiful boy/girl in this class,s, and he was going to make you his even if it were maybe the last thing he would do.

With a shake of his head, he cleared his thoughts and focused on the teacher as he talked about the subject they had today. He was even reading for them. Evan couldn't help that his eyes drooped. After all, who likes hearing their teacher read?

They always read so slowly or too fast, and it's like they want their students to fall asleep.

A rumbling laughter shook Evan from his slumber, and he glanced over to where you were sitting with your friends, back turned to him. he could see how your shoulders shook silently with the laughter bubbling your chest as you found something your friends had said funny.

His expression softened. He had always wanted to hear you laugh like that to him. He would be the one to get it to tumble out like a river.

But alas, he had to stick to being the one he was: the playboy of the class, not getting the person he wanted.

He could have all the girls here if he wanted, and the boys too.

But he didn't want any of them. He liked you and you alone.

He just hoped it wasn't as one-sided as he thought it would be.

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[kthyg]

ghoul. — (training) (m)

[SECOND INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : TRAINING]

“I like it when you’re under me. The only place you will ever be is under me.”

or

Jimin and Jungkook decided they wanted to have an unplanned training session with you.

pairing : yandere jikook x reader

rating : M

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, violence 

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning : infliction of pain on woman (oc).

word count : 3.2k+

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note from winter 💌 :

PLS IM WRITING THIS AS WE SPEAK: I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE JUNGKOOK LOOK DOWN ON MINGYU BUT THEN JUNGKOOK IS SHORTER THAN GYU IM SOBBVINF SO HARDDD so i decided to change the scene HAHAHAAHAHHAHAA

ok real note 📝

maybe i like jimin being rough. haha like

LIKE BRO HE CANT BE ALL SOFT HE HAS GOT TO LIKE TO INFLICT PAIN AND I WOULD GLADLY RECEIVE

💌 what is winter listening to? : 28 reasons by seulgi

dedication : to my sleep demon, you can fuck off now. ive written your shit down.

           Another day at KCCG, Korea Commission of Counter Ghoul, the second branch of CCG that originated from Japan. An everyday reminder when Jimin stepped into the KCCG building. The logos of CCG and KCCG were designated next to each other looking very alike except that KCCG has an additional letter ‘K’ before the CCG. The emblems were blueish black in colour and an animal akin to a bird spreading its wings was embedded at the centre of the emblem respectively, and a few deep curves and details to make it look elegant.

           “Jimin hyung.” A voice called.

           He turned to the voice. “Jungkook.” His soulmate.

           “Why the hard face?”

           “The only thing that is hard right now is my dick, so if you don’t have any plans to help soften it down, then I suggest you go back to your office before I fuck you right here.”

            “Vulgar,” the younger hissed. “I’m your superior. How dare you speak to me that way.”

            “An inferior in bed,” Jimin mumbled nonchalantly.

            “I’ll give away your mission in 1st ward to Investigator Rosè,” Jungkook retorted.

            “I needn’t worry because she’s not fit for the mission, and you need Joon’s approval for that. 1st ward has always been assigned to me.” He said calmly.

            “Namjoon hyung gives me green light for everything, so–”

            “Gyu.” Your voice interrupted their conversation. It wasn’t too loud but given that their sense of hearing was very acute, even your softest voice could reach their ears.

            You entered the building and with delighted steps, you skipped your way towards Kim Mingyu, Ghoul Investigator of Special Class. Jimin’s gaze followed your figure until you reached the male investigator. Jungkook didn’t miss the hard gaze but instead of asking what was wrong with Jimin, he found himself staring hard at your figure too or the situation.

            Since when were you close with Mingyu?

            “Good morning, lotus.” Mingyu greeted you with a soft, subtle kiss on the crown of your head.

            “Morning,” you smiled, handing over a coffee to him. “Where’s Minghao?”

            “Late as usual,” he sighed before taking a sip of the coffee, thanking you after. “Overslept maybe.”

            “It’s fine, we can wait.” Sipping a bit of your coffee, you fished out a small device from your pocket. The device was a sphere in shape and floating. You let it float in the air as pressed the button on the device.

            “You got a new SfereX?” Mingyu asked.

            “Yes. The old one was destroyed during the mission at the 2nd ward.” You sighed.

            As soon as you pressed the button, a hologram flashed in front of you. The technology inside the device resembled a laptop or tablet but an even more compact version. As the system loaded you to your home page, you pressed the reminder calendar.

            “Today we have a training session with Minghao…” You spread your fingers as the hologram zoomed onto the details of the session. “Focusing on hand-to-hand combat.”

            Mingyu nodded. “He needs that very much.”

            You slapped his shoulder lightly. “Give him a little credit. He’s not that bad. He’s just so used to the use of weapons.”

            Mingyu was about to speak up but as his eyes narrowed a bit over your shoulder, he noticed two figures approaching.

            Two figures that, if possible, he always wanted to avoid.

            “Ah, good morning, Director Jeon, Investigator Park.”

            That caught you off guard.

            Upon hearing your childhood friend’s name, your body went rigid, and your mind flew back to when you discovered that half of your files in the star folder were gone after you returned from Investigator Min’s office. You don’t have proof that it was Jimin that deleted your files. Of course, you could walk into the security room and check the CCTVs, but you went against that idea because as much as you wanted to fight for your justice, you knew Jimin would do anything and everything to deny your claim.

            Quickly turning around, you bowed. “Good morning.”

Jimin zeroed his attention on you as he spoke. “Training session with me and Investigator Jeon at combat room 2. In 5 minutes.”

            “But I have–”

            “Are you defying your superior, (Y/N)?”

            Your eyes flickered at the sudden use of authority. “No, that’s not it…”

            Mingyu saw the hesitation in your eyes as you struggled to find the right word. Maybe it was due to the difference in rank and the intimidation Jimin held because you were not one to hesitate. “Park, she has a scheduled training session with me.” He emphasised the word ‘scheduled’. “Please be considerate and respectful of others’ time.”

            “Investigator Kim,” Jimin turned his body to fully face him. His face was devoid of emotions. “Before anything, (Y/N) is under me. Whatever changes made are effective immediately regardless of your opinion.”

            “It doesn’t change the fact that you are disturbing my line of work by messing up my schedule, Investigator Park.” Mingyu refused to back away.

            “That’s enough.” Jungkook finally voiced out.

            He has been standing next to Jimin all while his gaze was on you. Breaking his intense gaze, he continued. “I instigated the training session. I believe you won’t have any problem with me doing so, right, Investigator Kim?”

            A muscle in his jaw twitched. “If you’re trying to use your rank and force me to submission, I’d suggest you stop, Director Jeon.”

            “Kim Mingyu.” You could see Jimin’s jaw tightened as soon as he let out the stern call.

            You really didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s morning especially yours. “Gyu, it’s fine. We can reschedule.” You told him.

            “It’s not fine. This doesn’t only affect me,” His eyes that were on the two guys in front of him were now on you. A wave of pity – or maybe concern – was seen. “But it also affects you.”

            You knew what his next sentence would be.

            “(Y/N), how–” How long are you going to tolerate being stepped on by these bunch of fucked up higher-ups?

            And you didn’t have it in you to respond to that question yet.

            “The training will take 2 hours at most. I’ll be available by noon and you’re free at that hour too.” You pinched the hologram after checking the reminder calendar and clicked the button to switch off the device.

            “Moreover, your student has yet to arrive, no?” Jungkook directed his question to Mingyu. “Technically, I can take up (Y/N)’s schedule at this very moment because her scheduled training appears to be delayed. It gives literally anyone the right to take it up.”

            Jungkook raised a hand to cover his lips albeit not fully, he let Mingyu see the condescending smirk through the gaps between his fingers. “Teach your student to respect other people’s time before teaching us. That’s very hypocrite of you.”

            He didn’t wait for Mingyu to even breathe another word as he turned on his heels and made his way to the assigned combat room.

            “Let’s go.” Jimin called on you.

            Keeping your head low, you responded. “Yes, Investigator Park.”

           You entered the combat room after having your clothes changed. It seemed like you blended in quite well with the room. Your combat attire was white overall as well as the room, both wall and floor. The combat room is empty but not fully empty as there were flower beds. White flowers. You have no idea why it was the way it was.

           As you made your way to a bench, you unwrapped the bandage you had brought over from your locker in the changing room to wrap your hands. The clicking sounds of a door closing reached your ears. Jungkook stepped into the combat room. Spotting you on the bench, he smiled as he approached you.

            “Quite a scene just now, don’t you think, (Y/N)?” He sat next to you, mirroring your action with a bandage of his own. “A bit too early to my taste, I’d say. But very refreshing.”

           Of course, it’s refreshing for you.

           You practically wrecked your brain trying to find the appropriate answer to give out in response. Giving up, you could only muster up a tight smile and continued bandaging your hands. You subtly glanced at his hands as he finished wrapping up his hand.

            Well, that’s quick.

            After glancing for a bit too long, you noticed his bandage matched his outfit. Black. You looked at your unfinished wrapping.

            White.

            Just as you were about to resume your wrapping, Jungkook’s hands came into the frame. He gently pulled your hand so that it was closer to him and easier for him to wrap up for you.

            “Uh, I can…” You pulled your hand away slowly. “Do it myself.”

            He seemed to frown upon your action as he pulled your hand back to him and resumed. “I know.”

            Jungkook sure was efficient and quick in his action. He finished wrapping up your both hands in under one minute. All while holding your hand as if you would break if he put even the littlest pressure. You had the time to study his face.

            There were significant features of his that remained the same or maybe matured a bit, but it didn’t stop you from going back to the old days you shared with Jungkook. Back then when you were first brought to the headquarter of the Jeon clan, you knew of no one. Not even the person that brought you there. At that time, Jungkook was the only child you saw. If only calling him a child was right. Given that he acted and behaved nothing like a child.

            Face hard, back straight, and hands balled into fists on both his lap.

            And quiet.

            You had not heard his voice until your third week there.

            “That brings back memory, huh?” Jungkook tilted his head as he stared at you. “Your eyes are showing a hint of nostalgia.”

            The closed proximity and intense staring.

            The mysterious coffee eyes. His eyes were still as dark and deep as you first saw. Unlike you, Jungkook's eyes were unreadable. As if his eyes were disconnected from the brain and lived on their own.

            He was defective.

            But you learned to understand Jungkook by studying his body language instead. That, too, wasn’t as easy. Jungkook mastered the art of concealment. He hated being vulnerable.

            Or he forced himself to hate vulnerability.

            The Kishou and Jeon have something in common.

            Their ruthlessness was known to the world.

            Growing up as a Jeon meant survival. Only the best made it until the end. Jungkook was a direct descendant of the Jeon clan and the future that soon would lead and continue the Jeon clan. He was trained to be the best. As for an indirect descendant like you, your training was much more lenient given the fact that you were a Kishou.

            Jungkook was trained mentally, spiritually, and physically. Trained to be zero.

            Zero weakness.

            But after the death of the Jeon clan's former leader, you could see Jungkook finally breathed.

            You turned away to break eye contact. “Yeah…”

            He hummed before he brought one of your hands to his lips, kissing your bandaged knuckles. “It’s not a good thing, sweetheart.”

            You stared at him in shock.

            “You’re a Jeon.” All said with a smile and gentle thumb brushing.

            I’m a Kishou.

            Kishou.

            Another sound of the door clicking open resonated around the room, making you immediately pull back your hand. Jimin walked into the room with graceful steps. He was wearing the same combat attire as Jungkook. Black. Your hands were itching to grab your SfereX and snap a picture of Jimin really quick.

            Jimin was ethereal. You would never be tired of telling that to yourself.

            In terms of physique, Jimin’s build is lean with enough muscle in the right place. The difference in body proportion between Jimin and Jungkook was visibly huge, but their strength was at the same level. Maybe even a level greater than Jungkook.

           “We’ll do hand-to-hand combat today.” Jimin announced.

           “Sounds fun to me.” Jungkook grinned.

           “Let’s start with one on one before the other joins in for 2 against 1, shall we?” Jimin suggested.

           You agreed pliantly with a soft yes.

           Even if you had disagreed as if Jimin would listen to you.

           “One on one with me, (Y/N),” he declared as he strode to the centre of the room. “Are you ready?”

            The only word you’ve said for the past few minutes. Yes.

            Still having the gentleman in him, Jimin urged you to do the first take before he pitched in. The two of you got into position with hands up into fists just above chin height and feet opened shoulder width apart.

            Jungkook’s remark heralded the start of the fight. “Start.”

            You didn’t start with your fist instead your knee found its way to kick Jimin’s face. But of course, it took more than a simple movement to injure The Park Jimin. He easily dodged your attack. In return, Jimin charged with his fist, targeting your face which you managed to avoid.

            The attack and defence continued until Jungkook announced his presence in the fight. You were against two of your superiors. Two of them hated losing. You didn’t dare to make any first move as soon as Jungkook joined in, so instead, you waited for them to charge any attack.

            Jungkook seemed to see right through you as he advanced first. He fired a punch but instead of dodging it, you blocked it. His firing was too quick that you didn’t have the time to avoid it.

            But it was a grave mistake.

            Jungkook smirked before he continued firing punches to your defence. It was only a matter of time before one of his punches would reach your face. He cornered you to the wall at each punch. You took the opportunity to use the wall to send Jungkook flying back with your feet pushing on his chest and your back on the wall as support.

            You didn’t realise how small your intake of oxygen was until you found yourself gasping for air after throwing Jungkook off. It happened all too fast, but you were sent flying to the other corner of the room.

            By Jimin.

            “Don’t let your guard down, (Y/N).” Jimin reprimanded.

            You were quick to get back on your two feet. “I wasn’t–”

            Had you not focused on your left, you would’ve been crushed. You made a beeline towards another safe spot before Jungkook practically crushed the wall.

            His form of payback was crazy.

            “Yes, she wasn’t, Jimin,” he pushed back his hair, showcasing his defined jawline. “Or else she would’ve been crushed like this wall.”

            You believed in your hand-to-hand combat skills.

            But you don’t believe them in hand-to-hand combats.

           Jimin’s grip on your hair was unforgiving. As if his life depended on the tightness of the tug. Your eyes were filled with tears from the burn on your scalp. He trapped your body as he sat on your back, one hand tugging on your hair and the other resting on his crouched knee.

           “Weak as ever (Y/N).”

           You grunted in response.

           “That’s why you’re always under me and forever will.” Jimin enunciated each word clearly, drilling them into your brain. “So, remember your priorities: me before anyone and anything.”

           “That is enough, Jimin.” Jungkook stood in front of you with hands in his pocket, looking down at you. The stinging pain on your scalp affected your ability to open both eyes fully, only one of your eyes was opened as you tried to look the superior in front of you.

           “You’re getting way too soft on her, Kook,” Jimin pouted. “That’s why she fails as a Jeon.”

           “I’m a Kishou.” You hissed.

           A new bruising and unforgiving pain started on your scalp and the cause was Jungkook. His movement was so fast that you didn’t get to comprehend the moment he crouched down and replace Jimin’s hand with his own.

           “Kishou clan ended long time ago, sweetheart. Stop being delusional and be grateful the Jeon clan even took you in. You’re a Jeon, so live up to it. Do not sully the good name.”

           He let go of your hair and stood to his full height. Jimin’s hand found its way around your burning scalp yet again but instead of inflicting more pain, he surprisingly massaged your scalp and even stroked your hair.

           The door flew open, gracing the room with the presence of another two Special Class investigators and another one Associate: Min Yoongi, Kim Mingyu, and Kim Seokjin.

           Your eyes were quick to fall on your partner’s figure.

           “Gyu,” you whispered softly with utmost gratefulness.

           But your gratefulness was short-lived as the bruising grip on your hair returned and stronger. Jimin pushed your face to meet with the floor.

           “Jimin!” It was Jin’s voice.

           “Shh, Jin hyung,” this time it was Yoongi’s voice. “They are in their training session. We mustn’t disturb them.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, honestly.

           “The training session ended 2 minutes ago. Release her, Park.” Mingyu said.

           You were sure Jimin was trying to plant your face into the ground. Might as well your whole body. The pressure he put was enough to make you imagine so. Whimpers fell from your mouth involuntarily as you felt the pain was too overbearing that it had already exceeded your limit.

           Jimin let go of your hair harshly and the weight on your back disappeared. You stayed in your position for a few seconds and only raised your head when you heard another clicking sound of a door which indicated that Jimin has left the combat room.

            Jungkook was still standing in front of you. When you tried to stand up, he quickly got to your level and tried to offer a hand.

           Keyword: tried.

           “Ah, Jungkook.” Yoongi tutted. “You can go freshen up. Mingyu will take care of her.”

           Before Yoongi even finished his sentences, your attention was stolen when you heard footsteps approaching you. The next thing you knew, Mingyu was already next to you, helping you to get off the ground.

           “I believe it’s appropriate for me to assist my student until the end.” Jungkook said.

            He glared at the hands that were touching you, and with a deep and dangerous voice, he enjoined. “Get your hands off her, Kim.”      

           But Mingyu was unfazed.

           “It is, Director Jeon,” Yoongi agreed. “But Director Kim urgently asked for your presence. 2nd ward has been attacked by a group of unknown ghouls. You might want to resolve that quickly.”

           The Investigator of Special Class strode towards the changing room with Jin hot on his trail.

           “Rather than to waste your time on…” Yoongi moved his cold gaze to you. “Her.”

           Ouch.

           Jungkook stayed on his spot for a good few seconds before he abruptly stood up and headed towards the changing room with big steps. Yoongi has a victorious smirk on his face as he casually followed Jungkook into the changing room, followed by Jin who sent you a look of pity.

            You wished for the day to end already.

           Before you have the chance to even be sucked into your hole of darkness and self-loathing, a hand reached out to stroke your head. It was Mingyu. He helped you to get into the correct posture and placed you in his arms. You didn’t put up any fights to protect your pride – not like there was any left. It was trampled on by your two superiors – and rested your head on his chest.

           Before the darkness consumed you wholly, you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

          It wasn’t Mingyu’s.

           “(Y/N)!”

           It was Minghao’s.

           And then all your sense shut off.

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[husbandhoshi]

title: what’s your number?

genre: fluff, light angst

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

wc: 6.1k

summary: this whole soulmate thing is supposed to be easy. unfortunately, fate has other plans for you. 

tags: soulmates!au (in which people find printed numbers on their skin, counting down to when they meet their soulmate), best friends to lovers, highschool!au, college!au, slow-ish burn, emotionally confused!reader, suggestive content 

being at this party, filled with people you neither like nor know, feels like staring straight into the sun, where you feel your eyes closing in on themselves but cannot bring yourself to look away. you sit in a ring in front of the television, the light from a midnight teen drama casting everyone's faces in neon and shadow. 

the girl next to you tugs the collar of her shirt to the side to reveal a delicate, neatly printed 493 on the ridge of her collarbone. "i can't believe i'm going to meet my soulmate in university. it's the perfect romance!" 

they all giggle, heady and pitchy. "i can't believe i have to wait like, two thousand days. i think i'd be dead by then." another reveals a 2003 on the back of his wrist. 

"hey, what about you?" 

all the heads turn to you, like dolls in a horror movie. 

your heart plummets, god, it feels like it tumbles right out of your body, bare for all of them to see.  

"uh, mine haven't shown up yet." the silence feels like it's pressing into your eardrums, punishing your honesty. "my mom says there are late bloomers for this kinda stuff so... i'm not worried."

instead, you're met with cruel twists of their lips. snarls from a wolf pack. 

"oh, i've never heard of that one before." 

"maybe yours is broken." 

"or maybe you don't have a soulmate."

you run out of the house in tears, watching the flames of the birthday candles, the glittery smiles, the printed numbers on their skin blur in and out of vision. 

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if you could describe vernon's car, you think you would start with how it sounds. the clanking of the engine as it turns over (she’s thinking, he would say, and you reply, only because she’s not sure she wants you to drive her.), the rasp of his speakers as he plugs in the frayed aux cord, your laughter, floaty and ephemeral. it's faded red, and it feels like home.

he props up his feet on the ratty dashboard. the trinkets he's hung on the rearview mirror jingle airily; you catch a glimpse of the faded little tree air freshener you bought for him three, maybe four years ago.

"shitty party." 

vernon's a man of little words, but you like that. he actually thinks before he talks, a rare commodity in your circles. you don't need to try to read him—he speaks, and you know his heart.

you can only slump back in your seat and reach for your milkshake. you're parked in front of your regular diner, facing the moon and the stars and sharing an order of fries (one of your favorite best friend traditions). he's in his big blue pajama hoodie, although when you called, he insisted that he was most definitely not asleep. 

"i don't understand why they had to be so mean. my mom's numbers showed up when she was 17, and a lot of people online haven't had theirs yet." he hears you sigh and turns his head ever so slightly to look at you, really look at you to let you know he's listening. "or maybe i just don't have a soulmate. what if there's an odd number of people in the world, and i'm just the unlucky one? it doesn't make sense." 

"mine haven't shown up either," vernon says, digging his hand in the bag to eat the fries at the bottom, because it feels like he's hogging them just a little less. "just gotta be patient, i guess. those guys wouldn't know a thing about that." 

vernon shrugs his right shoulder, just lifts it up a touch. he's inviting you to rest your head on it, which you gladly do.  

"i think you have my favorite shoulders in the world," you groan, and he smiles, because of course he does.

vernon's never cared about your numbers. it's almost like, when you're with him, you're in a different world, one without soulmates, without these dumb body calendars, without feeling like you're pressed up against a window outside, looking in.

sometimes you feel like you're somewhere out there, lost among the high-tide of unknowns and of things that vernon calls stupid, like whatever the hell mingi from literature is going to say about you fleeing the party. and sitting here, riding the rise and fall of his breathing, your cheek smushed against his shoulder, things feel a lot less complicated. things feel right.

inhale. you meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and he smiles at you. exhale.

"you know what? fuck soulmates!" you say this decisively, like you're marking your heart, your being with those words. 

"yeah. fuck soulmates!" 

you commemorate this with a hearty cheer (the dull clink of your styrofoam cups). your smiles are warm in the moonlight, and your heart feels a little something too, like the glow of a stoplight through a thick fog. 

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as the rose-colored hysteria of high school retreats far into memory, your sentiments remain the same. 

dinnertime conversations with passing acquaintances all somehow come back to the frustrating topic of those neatly inked prints on the side of a finger, the small of a back, the curve of an ankle. 

you've learned better than to indulge them in your missing numbers. "297, to be exact. on my hip." the lie now feels light on your tongue, a practiced dance. they always coo excitedly, speculating as to where and how you will meet this mystery person, as if they knew you. "but what really is the point of these numbers? i mean, do we really only have one soulmate?" and they always seem to not hear that part, instead choosing to pick at the cherry tomatoes in their dinner salads. 

your heart still feels a little in love with the idea, but you just haven't been dealt the right cards. not in this lifetime at least, you tell yourself. 

sometimes you draw in the numbers yourself, sharpie in your shaking hand, and watch the ink bleed black into the ridges of your skin. you know you'll see it weep in the shower, but you like how it makes you feel real. like you have a person, like you're like everyone else.

you miss vernon.

he's studying at a different university, a few thousand miles too far away from you. you miss your midnight talks in his car, sleeping over at his place, sneaking into movies at the local theater, sharing ice cream from the parlor. 

you talk often, but when his voice comes through the speakers, tinny and hollow, the miles between you two feel stretched, real.

("you'll call right?" you had asked. your voice is small, and the seconds before his reply feel long, taut, like they'll break. vernon's smile makes you want to cry, but you don't know why. "more times than you can pick up," he says. he doesn't say it like a promise, because promises can be broken. instead, he says it like it's the one true thing he knows, and your heart feels like it shatters into a million little pieces. you don't know why either.

"you're gonna get so fucking tired of me," he laughs, and you swear, never, ever, ever.)

"what, you kept that?" 

you see him lean towards the screen to look at you better, to really verify the blue hoodie in your laundry pile was the pajama blue hoodie he lent you and you never gave back. time stops for a breath; god, why is your heart squeezing like that?

and of course you kept it. wore it too, on the nights where you missed the way he smelled (fresh oranges, pine, fabric softener), the way he would press his hand against yours to make fun of the size difference, the way he smiled for you across a crowded room. 

life's a little different without vernon  — even your music doesn't sound as good as it did through the grain of his car speakers.

"well, you gave it to me!" you grin and hold it up. "you want it back? fly your dumb ass over here then." 

vernon smiles again, the big and wide kind that makes his cheeks round. "you know i'm too damn poor for that." 

a heavy i miss you hangs in the air, although neither of you can bring yourselves to say something that feels so precious. you keep it locked up in a little part of your brain, instead, letting the fragile, warm memories wash over you like they'll somehow bring him closer.

"come during winter break," you whine.

"i just might." vernon cards a hand through his hair and takes another swig of his energy drink (specifically, the light blue red bull). "who else is gonna call you idiot?" 

"the only thing i'll ever say you're good at." 

"aw, come on." he holds up his hands in protest. "now who basically took ap lang for you? or chauffeured you to mcdonalds literally every—"

"you only drove because i don't have a car!"

"no, you don't even have a license."

his sweet laugh bubbles through your speakers and fills the room with the feeling of sunshine, even though it's 2 in the morning and the nighttime is tucked behind its blanket of clouds. 

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the first time you did this, you swore you'd never do it again.

but here you are, sitting pretty as a picture at the party you're at, with an inked in 409 on the back of your thigh, just low enough for it to peek through the slit of your dress. you tell yourself it's an invitation—come, show me we don't have to be soulmates to feel something—but, really, it feels like armor against some wretched invisible voice telling you you're dying alone.

a year and some change until you meet your soulmate, so might as well have some fun, you tell junhui, a kind graduate student with beautiful eyes, and he smiles because he believes you.

you think his eyes are still beautiful when he tells you he doesn't think it's going to work out. "waiting for my person," he says as he runs a limber finger over the 88 on his wrist.

the following week, you're a neat 31, the script tucked below your rib for chan to find. "whoever you meet next month is a lucky man," he tells you, pressing you into the creased covers of his bed, smelling of downey and soju.

it's a compliment that digs into your skin. no, you're not going to meet someone next month because there isn't anyone on your roster, and all the allure of feeling wanted shatters in the face of that realization. temporary numbers for temporary feelings trying to replace a forever.

when he drops you off in front of your apartment complex that liminal time of night when the moon bleeds into the sky, you feel the hollowness in your chest somehow grow larger; you watch as his little car is sucked up into the grey horizon, like he's irrevocably stolen some part of you that you don't know is gone yet.

somehow, you feel even more profoundly like you don't have a soulmate.

somehow, you find yourself missing vernon again, against all odds.

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you're a 107 when vernon video calls you.

"i'm, uh, coming home for break," he says. you're taking off your makeup from the night's earlier excursion, where you went on what could possibly—no, undoubtedly—have been the worst date of your life. "we can hang out, right?" he asks into the void of silence as you shuck a muddy cotton pad into the bin.

"yes, please," you laugh. "i'm dying out here."

"you're beautiful, " seungcheol tells you. he has a 492 on his bicep, which he does not hesitate to display as he pushes up the sleeve to his white tee. the jaundiced light of the diner falls into his dimples, his collarbones, makes him look like he's glowing. he might just have been one of the hottest men you've ever met.

"hey, you look..." your eyes drift from the mirror to where your phone is propped up, admiring vernon's admittedly very cute thinking face.

"awful?" you ask, albeit rhetorically. it should be clear from your raccoon eyes, but he's never been one to pay too much attention to how much, or how often you beat your face. you'd always just been you to him, which made you feel all sorts of complicated ways. but above all, it made you feel comfortable, which is what you need the most at the moment.  

"no, uh..." vernon rubs the back of his neck, a familiar gesture that makes your chest feel like it's being stuffed with cotton, or maybe cement—you feel your stomach pressing, pressing, pressing into itself, like it's trying to make some abstract shape without your consent. "good?" he tilts his head and laughs as a replacement for words.

"flattering, considering i just went on a terrible date."

"not too shabby yourself," you tell seungcheol, watching his eyes crease up at the corners in a smile. you search your heart for that soaring feeling, that little catch in your chest you’re supposed to get when you're in love. you're so absorbed in denying the sheer emptiness you encounter instead that you miss seungcheol's next question, which he so graciously repeats. "do you believe in soulmates?"

"oh?" vernon looks shocked, so much so that it inexplicably breaks your heart a little.

"i'll tell you more when you come visit," you say, yanking off a falsie hard enough to smart. that's a lie, which you've gotten much better at telling without him around to see right through you. "much rather hear about your day."

he knows better than to pry when he shouldn't, so he acquiesces.

"dj'ed again at the radio session today," he starts. "played the playlist you made me, actually."

of course he's been thinking about you. the knowledge that you even exist to him when you're not around fills you with a certain amount of guilt. 

ever-present, ever-faithful vernon, and you. you, who feel like you're lost somewhere in the cracks, drifting, drifting, until he tugs your kite string back to earth.

"i'm not really into the soulmates thing," you reply. "that's kind of why i'm here." you meet seungcheol’s gaze, unwavering, fascinated by your honesty. "me neither," he tells you. his lopsided smile disappears under the lip of his beer glass. "this may be kind of stupid, but i want to get to know you better." "okay," you say.

you look at your phone screen again. vernon's little face, illuminated by the light of his phone (his roommate is asleep, unlike yours, who knows no concept of time), grins back at you. it's an excuse to study him, trace the lines of his smile, see how they disappear into his handsome jawline.

"why are you looking at me like that?" vernon laughs again, and it makes you feel funny. "it's a compliment! i was saying my good taste in music must have rubbed off on you."

"sorry, i just..." for once, the words feel like they've been ripped out from under you. "just wanted to look at you." you settle on the truth, which feels so easy when you're with him.

the silence is pulled thin again. you count the seconds as they bite into the immeasurable space between you.

this is one of the few times vernon's expression is unreadable, his eyes shiny caramel pools in the glow of his phone as they avert from your gaze.  

"what was so bad about the date?" he asks. "just curious."

"nothing, i—" you chew your lip. "i dunno. he was too perfect, maybe that was it."

and that's exactly why the date was so terrible. seungcheol was perfect, and yet you felt as if you were chasing a wall. searching those puppy dog eyes for an answer he couldn't possibly give you, no matter how much he wanted to.

later, you're watching vernon drift off to sleep on facetime, honey hair falling into his eyes like a habit, when your heart takes the worst fucking plunge of your life.

fuck. fuck.  

you notice the tiny little numbers on your collarbone that you had so carefully, stupidly inked in, in remembrance of that terrible party you went to years ago. they melt onto the cotton pad like they always do, except this time it matters, it fucking matters that vernon's probably thinking your numbers waltzed in one day and you just didn't tell him.

it matters that he thinks you have a soulmate now, and that soulmate isn't him.

and for the life of you, you can't figure out why the hell that makes you so upset.

i just don't fucking want him to leave me behind, you tell yourself. and right now, you don't know what the hell a soulmate is supposed to be, but vernon's the damn closest thing you have to one, and you might have just lost him.

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it's the most unfortunate thing to happen, you think, your back to the mirror as your roommate tries to position another mirror within your line of vision. 

you were studying, and you had reached back to tie your hair up when your roommate had unleashed the most unsightly gasp. 

"fuck, your numbers!" 

and there they are, you now see, in the shaky reflection of your roommate's makeup compact. 

a neat, round, zero. 

"zero. you have got to be kidding me. all my life and i've waited for a freaking zero." you don't know whether to laugh or to cry at the irony of it all. you don't even feel real right now. "so maybe i am fucking broken after all." 

the beat your roommate takes to think is so palpable, it might as well have grown legs and started talking.  

"maybe it popped up a little while ago. and since it's in a place impossible for you to notice, you wouldn't have known. and then the countdown just ran out." 

"so you're saying i have no idea when i met my soulmate." 

your roommate frowns. "maybe someone within the past few days. i don't know." then a sigh and a shake of her head. "you always told me you thought this whole thing was stupid anyway." 

you bite your lip. yeah, it was stupid because it didn't work. and now it feels all the more stupid that you still get fucked over, even if it just so happened that you weren't actually defective.

"what if your number was always zero because you had already met your soulmate? like it appeared late, and when it appeared it was already zero?" 

"then what's the point?!" you bury your head in your hands.

a reel of faces flashes through your memory. the beautiful girl on the subway. seokmin from psychology. the waiter who served you lunch at the cafe last week. seungcheol.

and then you think about vernon. what his numbers are, if he even has any.

and you think about that little part of you that so desperately wants him to be your number.

"look on the bright side! anyone with a 0 could potentially be your person! and i bet every one of them is eager to meet their match." 

"i don't wanna talk about it." 

you roll over and cover your head with a pillow, memories of you and vernon's fuck soulmates! stuck on a slow, sick repeat in your head.

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you don't think there's a better place in the world than curled up next to vernon on the ratty, naked queen sized mattress he has in his parents' basement (the two of you outgrew the twin in his bedroom).

the walls are plastered with second-skin band posters, pearly with the cast of the summertime moonlight. the sunshine yellow of the nirvana logo peeks out from behind the setlist from a blink-182 concert; the crt tv in the corner is playing a late-night sitcom, the fuzzy audio a low drone beneath vernon's quiet humming.

you're lying on your side, making some headway through a book his mom had gifted you for your birthday two years ago—or at least, trying to. instead, you're dancing somewhere on the periphery of wakefulness and a lovely dream. vernon is reading too, propped up on his elbow so he can see over your shoulder, although you suspect he's not absorbing much either, given you've been on the same page the entire commercial break.

"tired?" he asks, although it's more of an acknowledgement. a warm, familiar hand runs down the column of your spine. you roll over to look at him, sleep-dazed, hair fanning out around you like a halo. when your eyes catch, it melts you; the treble of the crickets quiets, and you feel you're so close to him, your hearts blur together.

he smiles at you, and you feel dizzy.

that was the summer you almost said you loved him.

but you didn't know what it meant yet. a part of you thought that if you said it aloud, the words would shrivel up and die because you didn't say it the right way, with the conviction that someone like vernon deserved.

today, he had texted you that he was going on a date with a girl from music theory.

what should i wear? he had asked, and this stupid question set you off and ruined the rest of your day.

and now the words you never said—i love you, i love you, i love you—swell in your head, taunting, fading. you're reaching for something now just barely out of grasp, two seconds too late.

it wasn't even fair of you to call seungcheol back, but you did. and now, you're here, reading the airbag warning on the visor in his camry, trying to find something to talk about for the 5 minutes it takes him to drive to his frat house.

you think, maybe, just maybe, if you kiss him hard enough, you'll fall in love with him. and just maybe, when you wake up in his bed tomorrow morning, it won't have mattered what his or your numbers are. he'll push up the sleeve on his tee again, and that 492 would have become a 0 because he'll be your soulmate, and then you can stop worrying about whoever the fuck vernon is busy falling in love with.

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the coffee shop is crowded in december, flooded with overdressed tourists in christmas scarves and couples defrosting in the booths tucked in the back. 

it's become a bad habit of yours, reading the sad forums on "looking for my number 0". it's a craigslist of missed encounters, of sad, desperate zero-holders to possibly reconnect with that passing face, the soft eyes that perhaps held their entire future. you've never posted, but it gives you a solace of sorts knowing that other people are in the same boat as you. 

“misery loves company,” you had told your roommate, who then proceeded to berate you for deleting seungcheol's number.

against her honest advice, it was easy. is the shitty date club accepting new members? vernon had texted you, and it was all you needed (honestly, more than enough) to hit that red button and be released.

suddenly, a pair of mittens comes crashing down on your head. "get off tinder, dummy." 

your brief indigence gives way to something that can only be described as falling in love. because there stands vernon chwe, cheeks blushed pink with warmth and glowing smile stretched from ear to ear. you fall into his arms like the best kind of habit; amongst everything going wrong around you, this one thing feels right.

again, you're pulled into the moment where you're two summers younger, where numbers don't matter. you feel stupid for ever doubting him, for ever trying to replicate what you had here, with him, because you honestly couldn't dare to imagine it with anyone else.

“i missed you,” he whispers into the crook of your shoulder, where both you and he know you have absolutely no chance at seeing his face. 

“i missed you too.” 

the both of you pull away more reluctantly than you’d like to admit. there’s a buzzing, whirring in your chest like something's coming to life again.

you both take your usual seats at the little table in the corner, next to the frosted window dotted with fresh snow. 

“your voice sounds better on the phone,” you joke, but, god, it’s the biggest lie you think you’ve ever told. you hate the electricity running through your veins; he sounds like home, like your favorite songs, the grit of his truck radio, the muffled beating under his hoodie. 

“you’re insufferable.” he does that thing where he leans back in his chair and ruffles the hair on the back of his head. “is that the only thing you have to say to me?” he’s light, floaty, with laughter.

“you first.” 

“okay, well. working at the studio has been amazing. i got an offer to write the lyrics to a song—and my evil boss happened to love it.” he fishes a pair of earbuds out from his coat pocket.

"you didn't tell me!"

"wanted it to be a surprise." his crooked smile has always been cute, but this time, it makes you feel like you're on the brink of exploding. "yes, there were a lot of late nights—” 

“you made sure i got an earful about those.” 

“yes, because, fuck, those were rough. picture this—you're mcing a radio show, at midnight. the booth smells like the floor of a frat house superbowl weekend, you’re running off ramen and piss-warm red bull, and someone's trying to phone in and ask if they should drop their chemistry class.” 

you love seeing him like this, all lit up with the energy he has when he’s in love. 

"the answer is always yes, you know."

he meets your eyes for a split second, then his gaze falls back to his latte. “wish you were there. who else would entertain me at 4 am? i’ve lost my touch.” he says this half-dunked in a chuckle, but there’s a hint of sincerity in it that makes you feel as if you’re on a rocking boat.

something feels different, like both of you are holding back or something, like there are a million unsaid words floating in the air and no one can seem to pull them out quite right. you've been rehearsing a half-baked speech in your head, but all you can come up with is (1) you might possibly be the worst friend in the world and (2) fuck soulmates, unless their name is vernon. 

“shut up.” you finally notice you’re smiling, that you’ve been smiling, that your cheeks hurt from doing it so much. “now what about your song? i wanna hear it.” 

“you gotta tell me about you first.” 

and you know he's not talking about all of the fluff about your final exams, your roommate's lying, cheating boyfriend, or how you fell down a flight of stairs trying to text him a picture of mating squirrels because he's heard it all already.

you know he's wondering about the script on your collarbones, the mythical numbers that he saw that tuesday night that you conveniently never mentioned again.

“well, uh…m-my soulmate numbers finally showed up.” it comes out stilted, afraid, because you're scared of where the conversation will go. if it'll wander to the topic of his numbers, but whether they're ten or five thousand, you just don’t want to know about that lucky person he’ll spend his life with.

it doesn’t seem right, the two of you existing separately.

"yeah, i saw, but i didn't want to ask," he says. the words come out so easily, you wonder if they mean anything at all. "looked... looked like kind of a big number, though."

"well, uh..." you pick at your napkin, tearing it into neat, straight shreds. it bothers you that vernon doesn't have to look at your hands to know what you're doing, that he knows you so well, and yet what you're about to say might make him know you a little less.

"you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."

"no, i—" you pause mid-rip. "those numbers weren't real. i drew them on for a date." and then you place another gauzy strip of paper in the neat pile by your mug.

this is one of the few times in your life where you can see vernon take a visible pause, brows furrowing together as he tries to process what the fuck you just said.

"i just wanted to feel normal," you start to blabber. it feels like with every piece you tear, you're laying your innermost thoughts out to dry, bare for vernon to see. the embarrassing word vomit comes out like water from a broken faucet—slowly, then all at once. "i wanted someone to want me, to feel normal. i don't know why, i — "

"hey, it's ok." the breath you've been holding in feels heavy as it oozes out of your lungs. "but why didn't you tell me?"

"it's because they weren't real. just some stupid thing i was doing for attention." you place the final napkin shred in the pile. "but—my real ones did show up. a few days ago."

vernon raises an sharp eyebrow. "well," he says expectantly, and all of a sudden it feels like you're stripped naked in front of him. you turn your back to him and begin to draw up your hair, and he follows suit, gathering all the loose strands and holding it in a loose ponytail so you can fix the collar of your shirt.  

it's an easy gesture for him; it comes naturally—it's not like he's never touched your hair before, but for some reason the whole ordeal makes you want to throw up. and then he runs a finger over the number, touch deliberate and reverent, like he's afraid it might disappear, and you're two seconds away from digging your own grave.

luckily, he breaks the silence, first with a warm chuckle.

"zero, huh?" and then the warm, playful lilt of his voice.

you turn back around in your seat to face him, and the air feels weightless; he's searching your eyes for something, but you can't tell what.

"guess you were right about this whole thing being stupid," vernon continues, saying something along the lines of no idea who it could be then, and even maybe it was that awful date you went on, something that's supposed to make you laugh but instead twists in your stomach like an awful curse.

"yeah, fuck soulmates, am i right?"

you wait for him to say something funny in return, but he doesn’t end up saying anything. 

“lemme hear your lyrics,” you finally say, and he snaps out of his thoughts to plug in his earbuds. 

“right. i think you’ll really like it." he has this nervous tic where he stretches out his words when he's unsure, much like he did years ago when you told him you actually read the shit he was writing in the margins of his notebooks, yeah it's really fucking good, and all the blood rushed to his cheeks.

"of course i will," you say. he looks up from his phone with a million stars in his eyes, and you say it again.

the song starts. it’s a number sang by a girl with a voice like fairies, about the kind of love that feels like sticking your head out of the car window on the highway by the ocean, like holding hands for the first time, like coming home. it’s lonely but it's not, and you can’t help but be surprised by how lovesick it sounds. 

what’s even more surprising is that it came out of vernon's head, the stupid, awkward kid who used to do flips on the monkey bars and eat dry cereal out of the bag for dinner. and that horrible feeling creeps into your heart again, stills your breathing—that kid is now an adult, sitting less than a meter away and looking at you with a certain softness.

what if it's been us all along?

“it’s beautiful. who would’ve known such poetry could come out of that coconut head of yours?” 

he colors rose pink. “hey, now.” 

“i’m kidding, you know i'm kidding, but it's really fucking good, and—"

reveling in your praise, he takes his phone off the table, jacket sleeve falling down his arm towards his elbow. 

and if you hadn’t been paying attention, you would’ve missed the tiny, jet-black 0  on the side of his forearm. it looks like a birthmark, and honestly, if you weren't so good at faking your numbers, you would have thought it was one.

“vernon, wait!”

a thousand scenarios play through your head. it feels like you're tumbling somewhere, maybe floating, maybe even sinking.

“what, you wanna listen again?” he grins. “it’s not that great.” 

“you—you have a zero. like me.” 

vernon opens his mouth and then closes it again, obviously looking for the right thing to say. 

“did you just not want to tell me?” 

“no, no, no. it’s—” he pauses again. 

it’s quiet again. the ambient noise fades in and out, the idle chatter and the jingling of bells and the thready cafe music. 

“i didn’t want to tell you because—” the words trickle out of him; they just scatter into the air, and they're so quiet, you think you might lose them. “i was afraid it wouldn’t be me.”

“w—” 

it feels like the world has stopped, except for yours, which is spinning on the axis that is vernon chwe. 

“from the day that i met you, my numbers were zero.” he bites his lip, but he knows he can’t stop. “i just...i just wanted to fall in love with you no matter what. no matter what my numbers, or your numbers, said. when i walked into that classroom for the first time, it could’ve been any of them. but i wanted it to be you.” 

you feel all the strings binding up your heart unravel all at once, like a great big gasp.

you really want to say something. anything. that you’ve always thought this whole soulmate thing was stupid because it’s always been him. him, him, him. 

that you didn't know how, or why, or when your numbers came up, but it might have had something to do with that night, the last night you had ever faked your numbers, the night they bled from your neck and you cried because you realized you might just be in love with your best friend.

the words feel trapped. you chose him, and he chose you. how the hell did you manage to make it so complicated?

you know your now three-fourths baked speech is not only very bad, but also a near impossible feat at this point, so instead you make do with the limited vocabulary you're capable of. 

“i can't fucking believe it, but i think i'm in love with you.”

and you lean across the booth to kiss him, all sugar and mocha, the heat from your cheeks and the cool of winter, the soft press of his lips and the feel of his skin on yours. 

"can i get a redo?" he murmurs somewhere in the space between, and, god, you've never said yes faster. the way his smile fits against yours, oh, you know he's thinking something dumb about wanting to kiss you the right way, but it can't possibly be better than this.

you finally pull away, feeling all honey-sticky with love. is it normal to want to kiss him again?

"maybe i should stick with the poetry," vernon says, guilelessly, as if he just didn't ask for a redo like you were both back in 5th grade.

unfortunately, neither of you are really great at the self-control thing.

“vernon chwe—” 

kiss.

“fuck—” 

kiss. 

“you.” 

kiss.

you feel heady, love-drunk, like you are five million feet in the air. 

“i love when you say that, you know.” he grins. "fuck soulmates, you said? you mean me?"

and maybe this whole soulmate thing isn't so bad after all.