#and hey if you wanna share any of those daydreams maybe it would inspire something haha

[phloxmagpie]

Hello! I was wondering if you were still planning on writing/posting that final chapter of “I Will Collect You and Capture You” ? I just re-read the fic and it’s one of my favorite brio fics EVER haha! Like… the ending of that last chapter left me daydreaming of what could happen next for years now 😂 anyway no pressure or anything just wanted to let you know after the show was canceled it’s still amazing to have these fics to go back to whenever I miss Brio so thank you ❤️

girl (gn) me too! i have also been daydreaming what could happen next but have never actually come up with something that that feels right. I've left it behind at this point in time, but if the inspiration ever struck, I'd love to complete it, absolutely, but I just don't know if it's ever going to happen at this point. thank you so much for the kind words, though!

[pizza-feverdream]

Wow these are actually good tag game questions. Gotta say reading through I agreed with a lot of your answers but I immediately forgot which ones lol

Here we go

1.) describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger? Scared looking or spaced out, quiet and maybe snippy (if stranger in particular is a customer)

2.) what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself? I wish I didn't get angry and mean when I'm overwhelmed, and I wish I didn't isolate myself instead of trying to make friends

3.) what is your worst potential fear for the future? That's I'll be chronically by myself. And that it'll be my fault for not having learned enough about how to be with people.

4.) which television series do you use as a form of escapism? I could watch Gravity Falls on repeat

5.) share a secret about yourself? I used to have a problem with maladaptive daydreaming, but then I learned I could write instead so I do that now. It feels healthier

6.) if you could choose any place in the world to visit, where would it be? why? I want to go back to Pennsylvania, for various reasons, but somewhere new? I wanna see what Canada is like. In the winter. Even though I'm 99% sure I'd hate it, I've seen snow about twice in my life, and I just want to see SO MUCH OF IT like in the movies? Idk

7.) what advice would you give your childhood self? Don't attach yourself to one person, and not try to interact with anyone else. Also, a lot of the time it feels like you've always been in a panicked, or depressed state, but you gotta remember that it's temporary and had a cause. You're not broken

8.) describe how you envision your ideal life partner? Just someone who is genuinely kind and loves me. Hope that's not too much to ask for

9.) what is your favorite environmental season? why? Winter. Cause that's the only time in Texas we have pleasant weather (60-70 degrees(or 15-20⁰, spiderlad)

10.) what’s one book you’d suggest every person should read? The giver series. Not everyone even knows its a series. It's very well-done, makes you think

11.) what is one song that’s able to bring you to tears? When love takes you in by steven Curtis Chapman. Havent listened to it in SEVERAL years, but that's something my mom used to play a lot and it hits me like a ton of bricks when I hear it in the wild.

12.) describe your best friend? :D Don't have one

13.) what was the premise of your last dream? I think I was at the dermatologist and she was looking at my head and telling me how dumb I was for coming in here, nothings wrong with you

14.) what’s your favorite warm beverage? Apple cider, next question

15.) name one musical album that greatly impacted your life? why? So just this year, I've made MAJOR leaps in like, differentiating myself from my family and figuring out what I like. This has included watching things like dhmis and toh and even anything on Cartoon Network that I previously wouldn't have thought to, or wouldn't have been allowed to watch. Thats also included branching out my musical tastes, and the first example of that was when I stumbled upon Jack Stauber earlier this year. It totally rewired my brain and I've been having so much fun finding things like that and discovering, Hey! I like this stuff! Me!

16.) what’s your favorite form of flattery? When I'll be rambling on (rare) about something I love and the other person is actually listening (extra rare)

17.) what’s your favorite painting? and describe how it makes you feel? I don't remember the artist, but did you happen to see the post circulating about the guy who's paintings looked like bad cgi or something? Those were cool

18.) describe your personal style? This is something else I'm just starting to learn about myself! Just... not enough to describe it yet! :D

19.) what was the last concept that inspired you? This is gonna sound really stupid, but seeing brother sister relationships in media, especially dramatic ones (think dipper and mabel or something similar) is making me want to, and kinda helping me, improve my relationship with MY brother.

20.) who was your very first artistic inspiration? I think the thing that finally REALLY got me into drawing was watching the Loud House, actually. It's not even a style I've ever used, but idk. Made me want to draw (also several different animation youtubers, you know which ones I'm talking about)

21.) how long have you used tumblr for? how has your style changed over the years? I got it this July lol

22.) what was your first cell phone? A little flip phone my mom had to buy minutes for off of cards. Well... is that a smartphone? If that doesn't count, then it was an IPhone 5s. I had that thing for years. It has all sorts of good pictures on it. It's in my room, but the screen is unresponsive, after the little boy I used to tutor went to toss it to me when we were playing online pool together, and it dropped on their concrete floor

23.) what is your favorite fruit flavor? Blackberry or cherry

24.) whom would you resurrect from the afterlife? which 3 questions would you ask them? I would love to meet Bob Ross. I don't want to ask him anything, just vibe

25.) if you could choose only one meal to eat for the remainder of your life, which would you choose? In all honesty, I'm very tired right now and this question is stumping me. Maybe I'll think of something tomorrow (she lied)

26.) which of the 7 deadly sins do you struggle with the most? and which the least? Most, envy. Least, sloth (mostly just cause I feel an all-encompassing, choking shame if I'm not being productive in some capacity)

27.) your latest obsession? and why? The song Mary on a Cross. I've heard it on tiktok ofc, but I actually LISTENED to it the other day and audibly said "oh, this is fantastic" I've listened to it at least 3x a day since. I'm not okay

28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose? A squirrel. That would be fun

29.) what’s your least favorite smell? So a couple years ago for my biology class we did a bunch of disections, but even those weren't as bad as the time in that class we blended up peas and mixed them with hand sanitizer. That was 3 years ago and it still haunts me.

30.) favorite mythological creature? and why? It's been a long long time since my pjo days, but I remember liking satyrs

31.) name a scene from a movie that makes you cringe? Anything family related, especially siblings. They CANNOT WILL NOT ever be able to replicate what that's like. It's impossible.

32.) favorite piece of memorabilia you own? I don't really have any? I made a Red Guy crochet little doll thing a while ago but idk if that counts

33.) your personal favorite oddity about yourself? One time a mutual told me in one of those "is the person you rb this from" polls that I was star coded, they said "cause she sees media she likes and NYOOOM she's off to go make fanart" and that has stuck with me

34.) favorite concert/show you’ve attended? I haven't been to any concerts, but when I was like 10 I went to see Frog and Toad the musical. That was fantastic (or I remember it being fantastic)

35.) what’s one thing you would tell to the last person who betrayed you? So far, luckily, no one had betrayed me, but there's someone who thinks they did, and I want him to know it's okay. Really.

36.) your favorite mantra to live by? Adam Savage said in Mythbusters one time "I reject your reality, and substitute my own!" Which I started saying as a joke, not actually taking a second to think about what it means. Then I thought about it, related it to mdd, got scared of it, then realized it didn't have to be about that. I still live by that, but now to me it means that yeah, the world is a shitty place, but I can make it nicer for myself.

37.) do you have any strange habits? When I come back from bringing a customer their food, I'll slap the little number tent thing against my hand, between my thumb and finger. Also, when I put socks on, if I don't turn the socks inside out and shake them off, and dust off my feet, my feet will feel dirty all day. Also I excessively flex my wrists when I get stressed.

38.) what’s your favorite white-noise to fall asleep to? I sleep with a powerful box fan every night, even in the winter

39.) what is your favorite gemstone? why? I've only seen a little bit if Steven Universe, but it made me look up what bismuth looks like irl and. I mean. Look

Wizard of Oz type shit. Lovely fantastic 10/10

40.) how do you choose to cope when you’re upset? I isolate myself, shut out sounds with headphones if possible, and if I feel up to it try to draw

41.) what are you currently trying to accomplish? I need to buy a car, and apply for a different job.

42.) what’s your favorite item you’ve purchased secondhand? I don't do a lot a thrifting, but I've found some decent things at goodwill

43.) describe your personality is only 3 words? Anxious, funny, tired

44.) how is your relationship with your parents? Very good, fortunately

48.) which animal would you be the most terrified to encounter? Polar bears. We watched a docu-series called Soemthjng Bit me. They're TERRIFYING

45.) an instrument you aspire to learn how to play? I don't actually see myself learning, but I used to play the piano and I would like to do that again

46.) relate yourself to one movie character? Paul blart, next question

47.) least favorite music genre? why? Country. You meet people who make it their whole personality down here and it sours it for me

49.) name a public figure you find to be overrated? why? Mr. Beast. I think he exploits people in low places for clout, under the guise of "charity"

50.) what purpose do you get out of using tumblr? It lets me connect to people when I otherwise never have the opportunity to

Let's see.. @mackthecheese @sebwritesstories it's a lot a lot so no pressure

50 Q’s

1.) describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger? 2.) what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself? 3.) what is your worst potential fear for the future? 4.) which television series do you use as a form of escapism? 5.) share a secret about yourself? 6.) if you could choose any place in the world to visit, where would it be? why? 7.) what advice would you give your childhood self? 8.) describe how you envision your ideal life partner? 9.) what is your favorite environmental season? why? 10.) what’s one book you’d suggest every person should read? 11.) what is one song that’s able to bring you to tears? 12.) describe your best friend? 13.) what was the premise of your last dream? 14.) what’s your favorite warm beverage? 15.) name one musical album that greatly impacted your life? why? 16.) what’s your favorite form of flattery? 17.) what’s your favorite painting? and describe how it makes you feel? 18.) describe your personal style? 19.) what was the last concept that inspired you? 20.) who was your very first artistic inspiration? 21.) how long have you used tumblr for? how has your style changed over the years? 22.) what was your first cell phone? 23.) what is your favorite fruit flavor? 24.) whom would you resurrect from the afterlife? which 3 questions would you ask them? 25.) if you could choose only one meal to eat for the remainder of your life, which would you choose? 26.) which of the 7 deadly sins do you struggle with the most? and which the least? 27.) your latest obsession? and why? 28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose? 29.) what’s your least favorite smell? 30.) favorite mythological creature? and why? 31.) name a scene from a movie that makes you cringe? 32.) favorite piece of memorabilia you own? 33.) your personal favorite oddity about yourself? 34.) favorite concert/show you’ve attended? 35.) what’s one thing you would tell to the last person who betrayed you? 36.) your favorite mantra to live by? 37.) do you have any strange habits? 38.) what’s your favorite white-noise to fall asleep to? 39.) what is your favorite gemstone? why? 40.) how do you choose to cope when you’re upset? 41.) what are you currently trying to accomplish? 42.) what’s your favorite item you’ve purchased secondhand? 43.) describe your personality is only 3 words? 44.) how is your relationship with your parents? 45.) an instrument you aspire to learn how to play? 46.) relate yourself to one movie character? 47.) least favorite music genre? why? 48.) which animal would you be the most terrified to encounter? 49.) name a public figure you find to be overrated? why? 50.) what purpose do you get out of using tumblr?

[dumbass-mha-simp]

Elliott x GN!Reader

Your New Playlist

Kinda sad? Ig angst but not actually like, bad angst yk.

1k words

Stardew Valley

Warnings: crying, mentally beating yourself over a crush, self-sacrificing but not in a death kinda way, cussing (I think like one f word), Elliott is a theater kid you can't convince me otherwise,

I wanna do a part two, would anyone be interested? I know how much us Elliott simps want fanfiction. I'm probably gonna start on it anyway lol.

Yes I actually made this playlist smh ikik, you don't have to listen to it ofc but his aesthetic really fits my music taste, at least I feel so. I write my fanfiction as gender neutral as I can but if you ever spot any mistakes I'd love to fix it!!

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Elliott's POV

My feet took me across the path leading to Leah's house. The gentle cotton clouds stretching their wisps across the blue sky, bright enough to blind me as though it were the sun that it surrounds. The gentle new Spring breeze froze my cheeks lightly as my eyes closed to avoid the same chill from the past winter.

Fresh Spring flowers and hidden vegetables encircled her yard as I made my way to knock against the dark wood door that always seemed thunderingly loud.

Leah peaked through the window by her door before I can see her face light up and reach for the door.

"Hey, c'mon in!" She opens the door wider to let me pass through. "How are you doing?"

"If I'm honest, a little troubled." I sigh looking forlornly to the floor.

"Come sit." Leah pulls me to her table and sits in the accompanying seat. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Leah, what does it feel like to you before you admit you fancy someone?" I look up into her listening eyes before her face changes into slight shock.

"Hmmm." She brings her hand up to her chin as she ponders. "Well, you miss being around them when they're gone. You constantly find ways to connect anything back to them, like `oh they'd love this`, or `I should check up on them.` You care about their opinion more than others and you want to learn about them, even if it's the uninteresting things."

I slide my arms down onto the table, placing my head on top of them. That sounded exactly like what's happening. I had read about it a million times, falling gently in love with a close friend. Perhaps that interest to become friends was always attraction.

"I can't get enough of Y/N." I muffled through my folded arms sighing once again as I turned my head to finally look back up at Leah, the light stinging my eyes.

"Well maybe I could help you with getting more of them?" Leah smirked as she grabbed her phone from her pocket.

I lifted my head slightly panicked. "What are you doing?" I rushed out.

"Relax, I'm not telling Y/N. But they shared something with me. They have a wide music taste yes?"

I had heard some of their music. While they made us lunch, while they partake in their hobbies, when they hum near silently late at night on the beach. I nodded back thinking of how they never seemed to be signing along to a song similar to the others. Unpredictable, and absolutely captivating.

"Well one of their tastes in music is very folk-y and they mentioned how those songs reminded them of you. So they made a playlist of songs that remind themselves of you." Leah said looking down and scrolling through her phone.

They made a playlist about me. They actively want to remember and listen to things that remind themselves of me. I feel I might faint. Was this something that was common among friends? Was this nothing more than an act of kindness? Or something they decided to do on a whim?

"Here give me your phone I'll send it to you." She holds her hand out expectantly.

I quickly go to pull out the hardly used device. I had never had much use for it but if it could bring me any step closer to Y/N I wouldn't hesitate to learn.

Leah downloaded a music app, laughing at how I had no applications. Before leaving it opened on the playlist. "The Lonely, Ocean-Accompanied, Writer." It read. I reread it a couple times to convince myself it was real. A lovely name, but is that how they see me?

"Chill out, Romeo." Leah giggled. "I can practically see you overthinking everything. Just relax and listen to the songs, maybe they'll tell you something."

I wrapped my arms around her neck, hugging her closely before leaving to listen to the playlist.

~~~

As I shut the door behind me I pressed my back against it. I've never felt so scattered before. I looked for the volume button, turning it up before hitting play.

The songs, quiet but emotional. As though you had just lie down on the grass to cry or relieve tension or reminisce. They felt like a memory I had trouble recalling.

The songs seemed to renew me, before I heard one I distinctly remembered hearing before. From high-school theater club, a time in my life that was fond to me. I do remember Y/N telling me they loved musicals, hearing them hum along to Heathers while I wrote.

A song unlike most others on this list.

"When He Sees Me" from Waitress.

~~~

Y/N's POV

"Oh, Yoba. What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door, And I can't close it?" I belted out the lyrics as loud as I wanted, the tears streaming down my face unwavering.

The good side to owning your own farm is you could scream along to your songs without people to complain. You had been replaying this part of the song for awhile now. He was all you could seem to think about.

Your head was swarmed with thoughts of Elliott. Some where he reciprocated your feelings and others where he shut you out. Every time you built a daydream where he loved you unconditionally you trampled it with the thoughts of his rejection.

You brought your knees up to your chest, resting your head between them as you cried.

~~~

Elliott's POV

We had had conversations about musicals, perhaps that's why they chose this song? Maybe they thought since my school had a play of Waitress that it'd fit. But I know they liked other Waitress songs, why weren't those added? Only this one.

After that song came another, "I Hear A Symphony" one I've never heard. As the song started all I could see was Y/N. I could hear them singing along, their smile, their eyes averting to mine for the thousandth time.

Y/N was my symphony.

The powerful, breathtaking ocean couldn't compare to the awkward farmer that ran across town just to give me their best sweet pea flowers and be the first thing I saw as I left my quaint cabin.

They brought the motivation and inspiration for 8 hour writing sessions, they brought me food when they knew I'd forgotten to eat between writing the book and planning on what to write next.

They were something I could never dream of losing. I wished to live the rest of my life with their support.

If telling them my feelings means I'd lose them, then I couldn't dream of making such a selfish decision.

~~~

Y/N's POV

I trudged my way into town. After last night's crying session my eyes still felt a bit dry, if I'm honest I cried when I woke up as well. The loneliness felt suffocating in such a lonely little house. But I needed some new seeds. The stone path drawing all my attention as I walked.

As I walked into Pierre's it wasn't hard to tell that people could see something was off. After buying my seeds I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning around to find Elliott.

"Y/N are you feeling alright? You look as though you've been distressed lately." You motion to him to follow you and walks out of the store behind you.

You take a deep breath as you start to tear up a bit more. He reaches for your face as he lifts it up, looking at the pooling tears.

So many things, the things you could have said. But they didn't come up. Instead a vision of his face of discomfort at your confession. You couldn't bear it. You couldn't tell him.

"I've just been stressed. I'm sorry for worrying you, Elliott." You sigh, attempting to put up a fake smile as you wipe your eyes. He retracts his hand as he looks guilty. Fuck does he feel like it's his fault?

"Well I'm willing to listen to your troubles if you ever need." He also puts on a strained smile as you both part ways.

"This is for the best." They both whisper as they leave.

[punkscowardschampions]

Joe & Ronnie

Joe: Hey

Joe: my flatmate has some work I reckon your mate might be interested in

Joe: but it’ll sound a bit dodgy coming from me so you wanna pass it along?

Joe: moneys alright for no real work, depending on how you look at it

Ronnie: never done any work as a secretary myself

Ronnie: write your own fucking love notes

Joe: I see that

Joe: your accent down the 📞?

Joe: no cunt here’d understand you, never mind the demeanour

Joe: yeah, well, it’d really seem that way

Joe: but I actually need someone to take her off my hands

Ronnie: racism as foreplays playing to the wrong crowd hes more into homo bashing

Ronnie: errr dunno how you read his demeanor mckenna but he aint taken a her off anyones hands since before any of us had phones

Joe: i’ll keep that in mind

Joe: well homophobic of me to not tell him myself so he’s welcome for the freebie

Joe: not actual escorting

Joe: she does art, her life drawing class needs a model

Joe: I ain’t fucking doing that

Joe: tell me I ain’t 📖 him right on that one

Ronnie: fucks sake if youd said it was cash for cock wed be done talking already

Joe: I just did

Joe: sound, she’ll be made up, she’ll get off my case, and he’ll get £15 an hour, apparently 👌

Ronnie: sexist not to ask me

Ronnie: pass that on to your little gf

Joe: weren’t her idea to ask Charlie

Joe: you’ll have to take up that grievance with me as well

Joe: I’ll just point out it’d be even weirder if I’d have asked you

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: how much £ you offering me to bang you

Joe: if I did no point paying you to do it for her and her class and not me

Joe: that’s an interesting take on cucking though, loads that would go for it, I’m sure

Ronnie: ill write it down as youve made me go hunting for a pen in this shithole

Joe: cheers

Joe: take 20% commission or whatever

Joe: or take the IOU I owe him for doing this

Ronnie: you said it hed do this for fuck all ill take the lot and mary wont know it was a paid gig

Joe: if he can fend the flatmate off, undoubtedly a load of art gays he can have his pick of

Ronnie: that what youre telling yourself for why you dont want me to do it yeah

Joe: you wanna do it?

Ronnie: i want you to admit the reason you dont want me to is cause he scrubs up enough for horse girl and her course mates not to stage an intervention

Joe: not what it is so no

Joe: I know I don’t want to get my shit out in front of a load of middle class kids who know fuck all about fuck all, so I assumed as much for you

Ronnie: dont ever assume fuck all for or about me

Joe: why do you wanna do it so bad when like you said, you can pocket the cash and get him to?

Ronnie: i dont wanna fucking do it

Joe: well that’s grand ‘cos I reckon Sophie wants to see dick so

Joe: she’d be really let down

Ronnie: usually what gets you off

Ronnie: but im made up youre in love now like

Joe: please, she either don’t get it’s weird to ask me which means she’s some kind of special

Joe: or this is the start of her 50 shades fantasy and I have to be the let down to end all let downs and i’m already doing my best

Ronnie: rem is right to pay for it when she could just walk in on you taking a piss or having a shower

Joe: when you’re just a creep and not a predator 💔

Joe: not the girl my parents warned me about

Ronnie: if theyd be the type to go down the stables theyd have seen the other side of her

Joe: you’ve got your own daydreams, alright

Joe: put out the feelers, who isn’t a little gay these days, right

Ronnie: go ed and pass on ive got a bigger dick than him and she will have

Ronnie: i dont dream 💔

Joe: shame she isn’t equally inspiring for you

Joe: or anyone, really

Ronnie: cry about it with him when youre done pimping

Joe: what do you dream about then, when you’re awake

Ronnie: what you cant read me

Joe: clearly not

Joe: dashed your modelling dreams

Ronnie: blind and not able to read braille must be dead hard for you

Joe: is that sympathy?

Joe: or you offering me 🖐 to 👩🏼‍🦲 time

Ronnie: again you wish

Ronnie: 💭💉

Ronnie: cant make it any easier to understand soz

Joe: maybe I do

Joe: far as 💭s go

Ronnie: fuck maybe you do or you dont

Joe: well it ain’t why I don’t want to get my arms out for her

Joe: not tried it

Joe: but not a no

Ronnie: give a shit what you do or dont want to do for or to her

Joe: that is a no, tah

Ronnie: tell her not me baby

Joe: that’s not a big sister duty?

Joe: gutted

Ronnie: wouldnt know im the middle kid dorothy does that for us

Joe: i’ll ask him when i’m crying on him then

Joe: make a change for me

Ronnie: hot

Ronnie: rack up the ious like a fat line hes gonna be made up

Joe: oi he’s like family ain’t he

Ronnie: &

Ronnie: you wanna fuck your mam

Ronnie: not oi ing you

Joe: well you get to think about me and him, you gave me her and you, not fair

Ronnie: life aint soft lad

Ronnie: and stopping at thinking about shit is the difference between me and you

Joe: I get it, you’ve gone there

Joe: purely here for the homophobia

Ronnie: your kinks match 💘

Ronnie: purely there so the lads dont kick off before hes got his kicks

Joe: see, you’ve got it in you 💘

Joe: the sisterly thing

Joe: my hate don’t get expressed by putting me in him though so I won’t run my mouth

Ronnie: not what ive got in me but im not giving you the talk just cause your ma didnt

Joe: you want a virgin to defile reckon Soph and her mates are prime, vampira

Ronnie: set it up with her ill show if i get no better offers

Joe: lucky girl

Joe: no more nights in doing doodles of cute girls that look like you

Ronnie: we dont look alike youll have to accept theyre of you

Joe: i fit less than you, by far

Ronnie: fuck off

Joe: sorry

Joe: it’s weird, say the least

Ronnie: i fit nowhere she made sure i dont

Joe: ditto

Joe: so buzzing i can write shit songs about it though

Ronnie: no

Ronnie: weve got fuck all in common

Joe: just the same mother

Joe: who put her shitty genetics and choices on us both at different times

Ronnie: i ain’t got a mother you cant cross out the un from wanted and act like its the same word

Joe: incubator then

Joe: she was 19 and still fucked, don’t think they had a five-year plan down

Joe: worse if she did, the state of

Ronnie: she made 1 choice for me shes still controlling you

Ronnie: were not the fucking same

Joe: you reckon

Ronnie: if you wanna claim it aint her fault youre this big of a pussy try it

Joe: you don’t think it’s my fault?

Joe: woah, just say you love me

Ronnie: i dont think about you when you aint trying to compare us

Joe: hot

Joe: I’ve thought about you plenty

Joe: uni ain’t that interesting

Ronnie: you came looking for me werent the other way round

Ronnie: you ain’t interesting to me mckenna

Joe: you reckon you’re fascinating, yeah?

Joe: fair enough

Ronnie: if your flatmate knows anyone doing doc film making they can wank over me lying in the gutter when youre done

Joe: nah

Joe: you don’t want control of your narrative

Ronnie: i dont want a narrative

Joe: then i’ll be the only wanker

Ronnie: in your dreams

Joe: well you painted such a lovely visual

Ronnie: black screen would get you going can stay in your own fucked head with no interference then like

Joe: Static is my kink

Joe: you know me so well

Ronnie: your fucking kink is not shutting the hell up til i do

Joe: i’m a gentleman

Joe: and i’m taking that review

Ronnie: youll get a lengthy one from my big brother when you are

Joe: you don’t have to settle for hearing it and getting your kicks second-hand

Joe: I’ll have to be somewhere to be unavailable for this life drawing class

Joe: let’s do something

Ronnie: what you paying me to babysit

Joe: you can ask my mammy or you can see what you can get

Ronnie: if i was gonna talk to her it wouldnt be about you

Joe: thank god

Joe: so take the risk

Ronnie: of what

Ronnie: boring me is asking too much of you

Joe: that’s surely a given

Joe: risk anything but

Ronnie: if I need rescuing again ill call you thats the only given Joe: you’re worse than her

Joe: christian grey or superman, like

Joe: gonna be BFFs yous, I can tell

Ronnie: you dont like being compared to cunts youre nothing like either funny that

Joe: touche

Joe: come on, what would convince you

Ronnie: if youre gonna beg then beg and if youre gonna show me something do it

Joe: I know you’d like to hear me beg but I can’t tell what you’d wanna see

Ronnie: then the answers nothing

Joe: nah

Joe: the answers you want to wait or you wanna be disappointed

Ronnie: why the fuck would I want either of those things

Joe: that’s what I’ll give you then

Joe: the opposite of that

Ronnie: thats meant to convince me yeah

Joe: nah, I am

Ronnie: like fuck will you

Joe: see, you want to be disappointed

Ronnie: ill be disappointed want has fuck all to do with it

Joe: if you don’t come and see

Ronnie: come where

Joe: see me

Joe: i’m new in town, I don’t know where to go

Joe: fuck sightseeing

Ronnie: [somewhere she’d hang out]

Ronnie: go there

Joe: now?

Ronnie: whenever you dont know where to go

Joe: okay

Joe: and I’ll see you there when you don’t

Ronnie: when im not fucking either of our flatmates

Joe: when you’re done being disappointed

Ronnie: when you prove yourself as not

Joe: you’ll see

Joe: I can’t show you over the phone

Ronnie: you could

Ronnie: im going nowhere on a bullshit promise cause im not a meff teenager

Joe: and I ain’t young enough to think that’s a good idea either

Joe: pictures not doing no favours

Joe: if you’re there and i’m there

Ronnie: big if

Joe: I never know where to be

Ronnie: newborn i heard you

Joe: something like that

Joe: if you can’t leave soph alone I’ll do my best begging 🥺

Ronnie: she cant leave you alone id be doing you a favour

Joe: true

Joe: wouldn’t wanna be caught doing that though

Ronnie: let you do the clean up after ive killed and ate her id be caught well fast for that instead

Joe: you’d get caught for being three times your size

Joe: she’s a big girl

Joe: you should share, be sworn to secrecy

Ronnie: doing her a favour i shouldve said

Ronnie: fuck all going for her

Joe: way to get in shape

Joe: she’ll appreciate us using her blood for something artsy on the walls

Ronnie: ill ask the basic white bitch i live with to give me a clue

Joe: 🍆 will be appropriate for her

Ronnie: 🐎

Joe: they might reckon she did it with her dying breath

Joe: very artist of her, dying how she lived

Ronnie: hurry the fuck up with your confession song if you want credit

Joe: you wanna hear me confessing so bad

Joe: but I might be able to hand that in so

Joe: hold on

Ronnie: it aint me whos a choir boy

Joe: ugh, I wish

Ronnie: cant chat shit about us having the same fantasies ive been touched by a old bloke wearing a dress and i dont rate it

Ronnie: standard surrounded by homos night out

Joe: yeah, and the nuns are never the hot kind

Joe: if they didn’t self-flagellate they’d be entirely uninteresting

Ronnie: 💔

Joe: yeah, it’s tragic being this bored/boring, say it ‘fore you have to bother

Ronnie: didnt invite you to no pity party and if thats where youre trying to get me to turn up to dont bother is right

Joe: you mean you don’t wanna talk about your feelings?

Joe: like you said, like being left alone with my own fucked up ones too much to try and start a therapy session

Ronnie: what fucking feelings dead above & below the waist like

Joe: dangerously close to sharing there

Joe: you got your 💉 already then?

Ronnie: wouldnt be this chatty if i had

Ronnie: unlucky you

Joe: I’m the one that wants to see you

Joe: so I’ll cope

Ronnie: cant even spell martyrdom proper so youve fucked yourself looking for a pat on the back off me by matching the definition up

Joe: i’ll just ring mum up yeah

Ronnie: your da if not but it wont have the same satisfying end for you like

Joe: 💔

Joe: validations the last thing i need

Joe: had a whole lifetime

Ronnie: you crawling back to me with a boner for the accent your mummys losing is the last thing i need

Ronnie: get on the scouse samaritans

Joe: don’t reckon that’s a job you’ll get any time soon either

Joe: ‘less the purpose is to make sure people go through with it

Ronnie: couldve fooled me if it aint what else is talking a sad cunts ear off about their problems gonna do

Joe: attention seekers anonymous

Ronnie: no need to meet you there i earned all them badges as a kid 🧷🩸

Joe: wouldn’t be caught 💀 obvs

Joe: keeping it secret adds another level of masochism anyway

Ronnie: does it fuck

Ronnie: keeps you feeling like a smug bitch you can still pass

Ronnie: miss me with that pussy shit

Joe: nah, that’s that i’m in control shit

Joe: it’s not that

Joe: the only thing you might be smug about is how oblivious everyone chooses to be

Joe: if it weren’t also depressing as fuck

Ronnie: dont give em the choice

Joe: why?

Ronnie: why the fuck would you want to

Joe: don’t need to be my mother’s next cause celebre

Joe: she can force the therapy and concern on any of the others, I don’t wanna get better or have to fake like I’ll even try

Ronnie: then dont

Ronnie: cut off your umbilical cord and wipe up the blood trail

Ronnie: not like she tries very hard to herd back the black sheep

Joe: maybe they know and don’t give a fuck 🤞

Joe: I know I ain’t going back so whatever

Ronnie: & you reckon weve got anything in common

Joe: just 50% of our DNA

Joe: never said we were twinsies

Ronnie: if youd have said id have spat in your face 1st time we met get it collected and the tests run

Joe: I wish

Joe: has your face healed

Ronnie: wheres the fun in letting it do that

Joe: 😏

Joe: we can pretend that’s inherited if you need

Ronnie: not 5 i dont play pretend

Joe: if you keep digging, reckon the ink will be gone and it’ll be pure scar tissue

Ronnie: calm the fuck down i can hear how turned on you are about it from here

Joe: spoilsport

Joe: just thinking, scar that only vaguely looks like 🍒s might be well more rugged for my transformation from baby to independent real boy

Ronnie: laughing cos i like pain not cause youre funny

Ronnie: when you see or hear it from wherever youre lurking

Joe: you don’t leave room for me to get the wrong idea, you’re alright

Joe: all them fucked ones are mine alone and already there

Ronnie: get your girlfriend to draw you a pin up & dont tell her youve changed the lass horse head to look like your mas

Ronnie: masc for masc in your bio before you know it and 🦋 tramp stamp to follow

Joe: you know my dad already has a tattoo that looks like her, no bullshit

Joe: and another dead girl on the other arm but that’s a whole other boring story

Joe: playing dress up is off the cards too if I’m ever gonna be a big boy

Ronnie: where do you keep his severed arm when youre not using it to fist yourself and how old were you when you cut it off

Ronnie: if we re telling stories

Joe: 😂

Joe: where we keep the horse

Joe: that en-suite is massive

Ronnie: if he finds out it was a paid gig ill know where to crash

Joe: still gutted she don’t wanna see you naked

Ronnie: youre a liar if you dont wanna see her face seeing me

Joe: don’t know if anyone could be bothered to look at her when you’re about but yeah

Joe: the trauma would really fuel me and make her much more bearable to live with

Ronnie: youre welcome like

Joe: gotta stop being nice to me

Joe: you know stalkers, give ‘em an inch

Ronnie: telling me what to do is the fastest way 🖕

Ronnie: and i know you dont have an inch to give me making the best of this shitshow is what an optimist like me has gotta do

Joe: obviously you’re that type

Joe: not having it in common will have you back 👍

Joe: you’re inspiring, like

Ronnie: chop off my arms and legs and get a camera set up in the en-suite

Joe: you’d fit in my cello case then, could take you everywhere

Ronnie: course youve had a measuring tape out

Joe: hate to kill your optimism with 🍆

Joe: have a go at pushing it back in

Ronnie: how longs your tongue reckon that could kill any girls optimism

Joe: 💔 if it was only good for chatting your ear off

Ronnie: [send him a picture of your weird gross split tongue because obviously]

Joe: [how does that not make you lisp, or does it, I always think that]

Joe: that’s why you’ve not had an invite

Joe: ��🐍

Ronnie: gutted

Joe: you know you can show up and do whatever you wanna do whenever

Joe: I’ll take you back

Ronnie: this performance art is meant to what just scare her or teach you how to get her to back the fuck off as well as

Ronnie: im not a fucking tour guide mckenna & you can get yourself evicted without my help

Joe: you know I meant to Dublin

Joe: don’t think it’d take much to scare Sophie off, give it a month for us to both get comfortable and she’ll see what I ain’t

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: I said if you want

Ronnie: dont need your permission to do anything i want

Joe: don’t think any of ‘em are that lax with their socials

Joe: you’d need directions

Ronnie: ive had years to find em & we dont both hang about with horse girls from kent

Joe: can’t say it’s your loss

Ronnie: shut up about it then

Joe: 🤐

Ronnie: 🖕

Joe: got a whole fist here, you can keep it

Ronnie: sizeist

Joe: told her yours is massive like you said, it’s fine

Ronnie: i said bigger than his not a horse shes in for a disappointment

Joe: gotta 🤞 she’s an optimist like you babe

Ronnie: unlike you shes gonna wait to see what i do with it before telling me to shove it

Joe: you just wanna blueball me for the pain

Joe: go on, for your lols

Ronnie: she wont want me at all unless youre gonna watch

Joe: and you need a witness so I get time too

Joe: I’ll do it, torturous as it’d be

Ronnie: the iou is gonna torture me too

Joe: if you’re lucky

Ronnie: not the dna half we share 💔

Joe: damnit

Joe: what’s good about being Scouse?

Ronnie: now the beatles are dead youve got fuck all to live for

Ronnie: noted

Joe: only the good ones

Joe: I dunno, anything good about it never happened, left when I was a kid and we still lived in a shithole with shitheads

Ronnie: get in line she left me in a shithole with shitheads 1st

Joe: where were you

Joe: wonder how close it was

Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter

Joe: it makes her more/less shitty depending

Ronnie: it aint gonna change my opinion and I dont give a shit about yours

Joe: fair enough

Ronnie: get cosy with charlie hed take you down memory lane

Joe: not before he’s got it out for the art class tah

Ronnie: you didnt say when

Joe: [probably an evening class like tomorrow or the next day, then the same time a week later]

Ronnie: too fucking late the pen is in pieces

Joe: sure it isn’t the first time you’ve left him a note in blood

Ronnie: hes only gonna cry about it & take the shine off his modelling debut

Joe: awh

Joe: message him 🧓🏼

Ronnie: fuck off calling me old

Joe: 😏

Ronnie: ill write him a note blaming what a twat you are for what hes gonna walk in on

Joe: what mess have you made

Ronnie: havent killed myself yet

Joe: and you’ve not stopped talking so no OD’ing

Joe: possibilities are endless still

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: come out

Joe: we can get new ink to dig out

Joe: whatever

Ronnie: you gonna suck his dick this time

Joe: I’ll just pay the old-fashioned way

Ronnie: flashy cunt

Joe: what being a student is all about

Ronnie: and youre too special to poison your blood how the rest of em do

Joe: I’m not opposed but I can do it alone, I don’t need to go to a sweaty student bar that plays shit songs and has a load of sad Soph clones giving it 🥺

Ronnie: you can get another tattoo without me holding your hand

Joe: I could

Ronnie: go do it 🦋 baby

Joe: have mentioned its not about the tat, yeah?

Ronnie: nah not that ive heard

Joe: come on

Joe: i want to see you, i’ve said loads

Ronnie: youve said loads of shit yeah

Joe: shit i mean

Ronnie: why

Joe: why wouldn’t I

Ronnie: thats your answer then fuck it

Joe: you don’t need to ask ‘cos you know

Ronnie: i did ask and you said why the fuck not

Ronnie: like its nothing

Ronnie: like you didnt turn up uninvited into my life not long ago

Joe: then tell me to leave

Joe: like it’s that easy

Ronnie: i didnt tell you to fucking appear

Ronnie: just cause youre a kid dont make me the dead fish you won at the fair

Joe: I never had the choice

Joe: she told me about you, talked about you all the fucking time

Joe: you’ve always been in my life

Ronnie: and youve never been in mine

Ronnie: im not gonna carve out a place for you now cos you want it

Joe: Alright

Joe: do it then

Ronnie: dont tell me what to fucking do

Joe: I’m not going unless you say it

Ronnie: no shit this is fun for you

Joe: like fuck it is

Ronnie: im the car wreck youre craning your neck to keep looking at

Ronnie: thats all the fuck this is

Joe: lie better

Ronnie: you dont care about me or what this feels like

Joe: I can’t take it back, you know now

Ronnie: you dont wanna take it back

Joe: I can’t, what’s the point pretending

Joe: I never said I was a good person

Joe: being sorry won’t change anything for you

Ronnie: its all your christmases & birthdays im west as this course youre gonna keep on spinning me out

Joe: Piss off

Ronnie: lie better cunt

Joe: So you’re allowed pity parties, yeah?

Joe: 👌

Ronnie: calling you out on your bullshit is allowed if youre crying thats your problem

Joe: if all you want from me is for me to go away, consider it done

Joe: you can’t hack it, my apologies

Ronnie: tell me why if im so fucking wrong

Joe: I like you

Joe: I want you, to get to know you

Joe: I can’t just stop it, not for myself

Joe: So make me

Ronnie: stop telling me what to fucking do

Ronnie: fucks sake

Joe: you ain’t saying anything

Joe: what do you want

Ronnie: I dont want you to like me

Ronnie: fuck is that

Joe: yeah, it’s obvious you go to great lengths to be unlikeable

Joe: not going to tell no one am I

Ronnie: so hate me soft lad

Joe: I’ll give it a go

Ronnie: ill make you

Joe: give it a go then

Ronnie: where are you then

Joe: [give a location of somewhere near your flat ‘cos don’t need to actually set you on the flatmate rn and that’s likely where you were]

Ronnie: [obviously we’re just gonna show up however long that takes us without another word like !?]

Joe: [just so much eye contact ‘cos what you gonna say what you gonna do]

Ronnie: [definitely gonna take him somewhere sketchy as hell to the level that like Charlie doesn’t know we still go there/we’d never take him ever like you wanna get to know me okay bitch buckle up]

Joe: [can’t let you hook up or shoot up yet ‘cos chronological but go along with this obvs]

Ronnie: [it would make sense if you made out/almost hooked up though because the vibe for the next convo was very much oh fuck what are you doing here we didn’t mean to run each other like this but also v flirty]

Joe: [agreed, and allowed, it’s the obvious vibe but any untold drama can happen to stop you in whatever dodgy place so makes sense]

Ronnie: [literally and just because you can’t shoot up together yet does not mean either of you have to be in any way sober so]

Joe: [hundo, we’re not saying he’s never done a drug lol, he clearly abuses his prescription as is so like, there’s plenty to be done without going there]

Ronnie: [and if we wanted to we could say that you watch her do it here and now before you do it together anyway because you’d both get a weird kick out of that]

Joe: [tea, bet you did not see this coming for your uni experience lmao]

Ronnie: [meanwhile she’s old enough to have left, do you wanna grow up babe? No? okay]

Joe: [the way you’re rolling with this, we know you’re fucked boy but pop off]

Ronnie: [I can’t overstate how much she’d be doing the absolute most to try and scare him away like I dare you to go back on what you said]

Joe: [we know you’re not gonna, soz babe, is very rude how he’s just waltzed in but truly did not say we were a good person lol]

Ronnie: [we know she’s not either and also is here for it more than she will ever express until we’re literally years into this]

Joe: [hi your mother’s daughter, but no, you actually have a reason this is messed up but we’re into it from the off and not pretending, risky af strategy boy]

Ronnie: [is there anything we wanna say happens that has lasting-ish consequences other than the make out/ almost hook up ie a tattoo or a fight with injury potential or an arrest lol]

Joe: [hmm, the possibilities, maybe a fight to show you can, could be about anything, it’s that sort of place]

Ronnie: [that is such a mood I love it and yeah could literally be you’re a new face or could be her fault because of the aforementioned doing the most]

Joe: [totally, and that’ll be an easy way to separate you and not meet until the next convo]

Ronnie: [exactly dr phil]

[nighthunternik]

Police Academy (Pt. 1 of 2)

A PARKER SHAW Fanfiction (NSFW)

Book: It lives beneath

Characters: Parker Shaw, You

Warning: NSFWish

Hey guys, so I was inspired to write a little Parker Imagine. In this one you're the roommate of Parker at your Police Academy, which I imagined to be like some sort of boarding school (don't know if that is true as I am not from the US😂) and you have a huuuge crush on our favorite rookie cop.

This part is a bit NSFWish but kind of tame, the real fun's coming with Pt. 2😎 It's also MLM, so if you don't like it don't read it🤷‍♂️

Please don't hate on me if there are spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. Also this is really my first attempt at fanfiction in ages, but I still hope you enjoy it.

If you wanna be tagged for Pt. 2 let me know. Of course my inbox is also open for any request :)

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Once again, it's one of those nights, in which you are unable to fall asleep. You lie flat on the cold, inflexible mattress of your bed in the police academy, which didn't become the home you hoped it would be but instead only another incarnation of the hell you've experienced since High School.

You are not sure if the other guys (yes, despite the heads untiring efforts to recruit more women, the academy still consists of predominately men) know you're gay, but you reckon they don't actually have to – because what they do know is that you are different. Reserved when they erupt into braying laughter about one of the frat jokes they hold in a seemingly inexhaustible reservoir („How is a woman like a road? [...]“). Purse-lipped when they expect you to brag about your sexual conquests („Have you seen that bird over there with the big tits? Yeah, I tapped that!“). Somehow too invested in literature and music. And that's enough for them to push you around in the hallway, to make jokes on your behalf, to put eggs into your bag. But this only happens as long as Parker is not in sight. He is your roommate and the only one that doesn't participate in the plot against you, but, although the other guys sometimes make fun of him for being stuck with you, he has never been too shy to stand up for you and be, not only in front of the others, a true friend.

Only God knows why this is, perhaps because Parker developed a strong sense of justice due to him leaving his troubling past behind, but just for yourself you like to pretend that he actually cares about you.

Of course, he has no clue how attractive you find him. In fact, he hasn't even asked whether or not the rumors regarding your sexuality are true and when you are together in the cramped room you share, it doesn't matter. But sometimes you catch yourself daydreaming about the way his eyes light up when he sees the little squirrels on campus or the delicious way his lips curl into a bright smile … and oh, his lips … They are not particularly full, but they are drawn so delicately that you can't help but wonder how it would feel to kiss them and they almost seem like they would open willingly, if you would just have the courage to do so.

Those are the moments in which it hits you and it's like you catch a blow in the stomach, but everything makes sense. You are in love with Parker Shaw.

When you shift your head slightly to the left, it gives you an idea of him in the darkness – a large silhouette against the moonlight that pours out the window behind him. Often you find comfort in listening to the peaceful way he breathes while sleeping, or the slight giggle he makes when dreaming something particularly funny. When you close your eyes, you are sure you can smell him: he has definitely the more masculine, slightly acrid scent of you two, more dominant … and much more arousing.

Suddenly, the rumpled up duvet begins to move and Parker seems to fight his way to the surface. "Hey, buddy“, he yawns loudly. „Can't sleep?“. His voice gives you a bit of a start and you once again admire his visual acuity in almost complete darkness. „No“, you answer and concentrate on a loose feather on your pillow, simply to not drool over the body that - only in underwear - now tumbles sleepily to the bathroom. A minute or two later, you hear the sound of rushing water and Parker comes back out. But instead of going back to bed, he changes directions and hops into the worn-out armchair next to yours with a casual elegance, switching on the lights on his way. You sit up with slight panic – the sight of Parker lounging around your chair with tousled hair, only in his boxers, his muscular arms folded behind his head, only in his boxers!, and his intense gaze locked on you, only in his boxers!!, is nearly more than you can handle.

Your breath speeds up imperceptibly and you don't know where to look at so he doesn't notice your agitation. For example, you could examine the strong, tanned upper arm, which is trained by a lifelong obsession with basketball. Hmm... not that good of an idea. Or maybe the broad chest? Parker isn't some hulk of a man, his muscles are all in the right proportion to the rest of his body. In contrast to some of the guys at the academy that use to tease you, ridiculous figures with their blown-up torsos, but pathetically thin legs and arms, nothing of him seems fake or simply the result of endless hours at the gym. He just looks like this. Perfect. Stop it! That's also not a suitable thought for a nightly chat with Parker.

Then … perhaps you could focus on his strong thighs. Or the line of dark hair on his sculptured abdomen, which seems to finish at the hem of his underwear,but only discloses the way to something even better – that part of his body, of which nearly every single one of the few women at the academy thinks with barely concealed desire and every guy with suppressed jealousy.

Or focus on the boxer shorts that slipped while sitting down and now stretch tightly over his balls, not leaving any doubt about form … or size of said body part...

Ohhh... not good! You break out in a nervous sweat as you feel the blood rush into your penis, which is why you press the thick duvet more firmly against your lap, hands shaking. Thankfully Parker seems unaware of the beginning erection, that – thanks to him – presses against your pajama bottoms.

„So -“, Parker's voice interrupts your thoughts, „what keeps you awake at night?“ He winks at you with a mischievous smile, and you love it. Parker is not like the other guys that treat you like an alien. He is someone that with every word, every interaction, every little smile makes you feel like you're part of something special, like he really means what he says. And he does. He's your friend and he likes to show it – by preparing hot chocolate for you with a hint of cinnamon, just like his nana used to make it for him (and you know it's special as she's the only one of his family he speaks fondly of), by saving your seat in class or, just like now, by giving you this conspirational smirk that makes you feel like it's just you two against the rest of the academy.

That's what you admire most about him – his talent to adjust to different situations and people, to figure out their needs and problems before they say a word and his unshakably enthusiastic outlook on life, despite having had to deal with abusive parents and all the pain that you can only sometimes see flicker behind his sparkling eyes.

When you finally answer his question, it is with a croak in your voice that makes your cheeks turn pink. „Oh … ehm, nothing, I just … couldn't sleep... this sports test next Friday really stresses me out.“ You try to sound carefree, but – of course – he doesn't fall for it. „Sports test, huh? You know what I think -“, his smile becomes even bigger at his last words, „- it's a girl you're dreaming about!“

„What?“ You bite your tongue to not burst into laughter. This was the pinnacle of absurdity! But Parker examines you with new curiosity and you don't know whether it's real or not. „Who is the lucky one? I wanna know her name!“, he demands, folding his arms in front of his chest.

„Okay, that has been fun, but I'm going back to slee-“, you laugh, but Parker doesn't let up and playfully tags on your duvet. Oh, this goes in the wrong direction! „Come on, man, tell me! Is it Lucy McEvans?“ - „No, Parker, really, I am not thinking about a girl!“ - „Jessica Hower? Or Melinda Griffins?“ - „Parker, please can we sleep now?“. Even in your ears, your objection sounds weak and Parker shakes his heads, his smile now more triumphant. „I know who it is … Miss Miller!“ - "Excuse me? The janitor's wife?“ You are both laughing now, but while Parker's laugh comes from deep within his chest, yours is strained. He is still tagging on your sheets and it takes every bit of strength you can summon to not let it slip away. And – great!- now he decided to pounce on you and ruffle your hair and although it's just in a jocular fashion, a normally innocent gesture between two pals, the warmth of his body pressed against you, the feeble rest of his odour tickling your nose is too much …

As the duvet falls off the bed and he catches sight of your hard-on, he instantly becomes quiet. You feel like you're about to faint, your beating heart about to break out your chest. Red-hot with embarrassment, you're too stunned to even say something. This is when he looks up again. His voice is calm now and hoarse and … oh … could this be … no, this couldn't seriously be lust darkening his eyes?

"Or maybe it wasn't a girl you were dreaming about?"

[the-kipsabian]

Also sparkleharper and/or spaceharper

sparkleharper ~

Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?jared. this smol thing on his side cant be cold, nope he wont allow. his sparkles will keep him warm lol

Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up?idk how many times i can repeat myself, but mads will just. yell. and she cant pick up jared so yep

Who compliments the other in front of everyone?jareddddd. mostly cause thats just what he does tbh. and mads doesnt need to say anything to compliment him in front of everybody tbh, everyone already knows how fantastic the school senpai is lol

Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun?i think in this case the puns fall on mads to deliver? being the courteous gentleman that he is, jared laughs. pretty much every time, not even depending whether he gets it or not tbh

When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up?jared puts up a “fashion show” for mads, completed with a photoshoot session of goofy outfits and expressions and googly eyes. when jared needs to distress, mads sits him down, asks him to ramble to her about any recent d&d games and help him plot some really stupid and lighthearted side quests while having a relaxing cup of tea and some kit made cookies

If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear?blue. lots of blue. mads wants jared to wear his blue shirt (”its pretty and its soft and you look so nice in it”) and jared insist she wears one of his shirts (”cause its adorable, they are so big on you”) and her favorite pair of blue jeans. i dont think i need to say why anymore at this point lol

Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go?for this, i wanna say mads? jared obviously isnt too keen on introducing anyone to his family, and while mads is very hesitant about this, especially since this is a super well-behaved boy its. gonna get very awkward considering what kind of a bunch of normies my family is mmmm. but jared is a good boio underneath all that rich senpai stuff, so it would probably go very well in the end, actually

In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer?jared is too pretty to work as a coffee shop employee sssooo hes the customer, and mads is the daydreaming waitress woo

When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, ECT.jared definitely. has at least one arm flung around her at like all times. if he needs to be more discreet in like a more public place or whatnot, he holds her hand under the table

What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy?jared definitely tries to befriend the stray cats tbh. mads takes his encouragement about herself to heart and whenever jared is feeling down or just generally missing her, she send him little video messages to cheer him on and selfies she wouldnt sent to anyone else cause jared keeps saying he loves seeing her and that makes him happy so dang it shes gonna push past her comfort zone to be more comfortable with herself and make him happy

What would they do to celebrate their one year anniversary?jared would arrange something very elaborate tbh. take her to dinner, possibly see a movie, go to the arcade, win her everything she wants, walks in the moonlight.. literally anything that he can think of, and he would fit it into either one day or over the weekend, if mads seems like shes gonna get exhausted by it

When did they know that loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another?i feel like they both had like. hard time actually recognizing when it was love tbh? like yeah mads first falls for him cause of aesthetic reasons, and jared is playing the senpai card of loving every girl, so you cant really tell on the outside when its actually love or when either of them develop like real feelings, but at some point it just. kinda becomes obvious that oh shit i. love this person?? and yeah its jared who definitely says it first tho. its like an offhand remark at first and mads is like ‘what did you say’ and jared repeats it and realizes that oh heck i. actually do mean this??

Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss?jared does this as a combo, mads sneaks in little kisses when hes piggybacking her around tbh

Who would make a playlist for the other person? What would be featured on the playlist?i feel like mads would do that? jared is more about more expensive presents, while mads cant really afford that so she has to pull something selfmade together and yeah, that happens. its mostly like ambient sounds and background music tbh, stuff she thinks will inspire him and what he could use for d&d games and maybe some more upbeat stuff for the fashion shows and for better days

Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars?they could both do this tbh? mads wants to surprise him so she arranges a little cuddling under a blanket while stargazing moment, and jared just does this a lot in general

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Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?jeff. mom friend habits kick in and they kick in hard. this has also probably been established somewhere in the canon of this route anyways lol

Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up?im gonna keep repeating myself but mads. except that she yells. put her down yall pls

Who compliments the other in front of everyone?mmm i wanna say jeff? but its like. really soft things and its done in almost unnoticeable fashion, like its just really offhand comments like “oh shes so sweet” etc. unless its something that she has given him a permission to share about her writing. then jeff will lose his freaking mind cause eveRYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS THING MY GF DID OMG

Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun?i’d imagine jeff is more of a pun man out of these two. he does it very casually tho, like most of the time its not on purpose or he doesnt put much emphasis on it, so most of the time mads just misses it. if she gets it tho, she will most likely laugh

When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up?jeff arranges some cuddle time, with the help of kit builds a blanket fort, gets some scented candles, and they just cuddle up with some strays and play animal intersection. if its jeff that needs destressing, mads will literally cling onto him until he sits down and just takes it easy - which is her cue to throw a blanket on him, get jeff a cup of tea and just sit down and talk about random nonsense with him to make sure he takes a break from everything

If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear?onesies all day every day. jeff in a hamster onesie, and mads in a fox one

Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go?jefffffff. i think ive crossed this topic enough times by now tbh lol

In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer?mmmm i’d say jeff is the customer? i could see him working in a coffee shop tho, but this pair feels better to me with mads behind the counter tho

When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, ECT.jeff does what mads feels comfortable at the moment. usually its just limited to hand holding, tho if they are in relax mode, like playing games and mads doesnt wanna be too cuddled up but still wants to be close enough to jeff, there will at least be her legs in his lap

What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy?jeff brings sweets and stray cats. hes also always available for cuddles and advice when needed. mads sends him stupid pictures of her with googly eyes and gets him hamster related gifts cause they made her think of him

What would they do to celebrate their one year anniversary?STARGAZING WITH CANDLE LIGHT PICNIC NEXT QUESTION

When did they know that loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another?jeff helps her through some rough times and shes like. oh heck i like this boi like. LIKE him. oh dear goodness me what do. jeff comes somewhere afterwards as they spend more time together and thats where the whole ‘you wanna join hidden club’ thing comes along and only after that jeff has it in him to actually tell her how she feels mmmmalso it would. probably actually be mads who tells him first? jeff has hard time opening up about his feelings even if they are there, so it falls on her to confess about it first yay

Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss?both honestly? tho jeff needs to be sitting down for this lol, but yeah they both do it. its just a cute little way to show the other that hey im glad youre here

Who would make a playlist for the other person? What would be featured on the playlist?probably both? with both asking help from luke cause oh my god wHAT DO

Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars?mads? its one of those nights when jeff really needs to destress and she knows how much he likes space and stars and stuff so she basically drags him out to just lay on the grass and stare up at the sky like yes pls jeff tell me about your plan to shoot hamsters into space again tho i mean when you put it like that its not like. super romantic pfff but you know it doesnt need to be romantic as long as it makes him happy

[spartanguard]

a different kind of catch

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, @word-bug!!!!!!!! I’d hoped to have this up on your actual bday, but hope it was absolutely amazing and as wonderful and sweet as you are!!! This little CS ficlet was inspired by our mutual continuing love of  Pokémon Go; hope you like it! Love you!!! | 1.9k, rated PG

Emma wasn’t going to let this one go, not this time; she’d come way too close to give up now. She hurried to the spot where her phone told her she’d find her mark, constantly glancing down at the screen to make sure she wasn’t too late.

Everything seemed fine, but she picked up her pace to a jog, impatient to get there as she ran past people on the streets of Boston.

She was almost there—to the Starbucks on the corner—and so close to her prize that she could almost taste it (though that might also have just been the scent of coffee in the air).

Until she collided with something warm and solid just feet from her goal. “Oof—what the hell?”

“Uuh; bloody hell!” the other body shouted out as they both hit the pavement, phones clattering from their hands. Shit, her screen better not be cracked.

“Watch where you’re going, buddy!” she yelled, not looking at the man who ran into her as she scrambled to standing and grabbed her phone. Thank God, not broken—and better yet, there it was!

“Where I’m going?” he protested; she vaguely noticed he had an accent but was too caught up to really care. “Maybe get your head out of your damned phone and you wouldn’t knock over unsuspecting civilians!”

She just waved him off; she had to focus. She’d already missed on her first try, so she threw a berry this time and tried again. It caught...but it broke out. It didn’t run, though.

“Oh, is that the Lapras?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s the Lapras!” she hissed back, not taking her attention off her screen. “I’ve been waiting to catch one of these since the damn game started!” She didn’t have to defend her playing of Pokémon Go as a full-grown adult to some random asshole—not she was finally going to catch one of her favorite Pokémon.

“No, me too; good luck,” he told her, then went silent.

That kind of surprised her, but not enough to distract her from choosing an Ultra Ball. “You too,” she muttered as she wound up a curve ball.

She let go, and the message on the screen said “Great!” as the animation of the ball clasping around the Lapras played. Then she held her breath, waiting—one...two...three!

“Freaking finally!” she shouted; it may have taken two years, but she’d finally got it! (And it was high CP, too!)

“There it is, yes!” the guy echoed moments later. Caught up in the high of the catch, she turned around to give him a high five in celebration of their shared victory.

Without thinking, their hands slapped together, and then she got a look at him—and, woah, he was a catch, too: dark, disheveled hair hung over his forehead, just above his bright blue eyes, sparkling with happiness; a grin was playing at his lips and his sharp jaw was dusted with gingery scruff; and he may as well have been dressed like a modern Pokémon trainer because who honestly wore waistcoats anymore? (Though she didn’t recall anyone from the anime with that much chest hair...not that she was complaining.)

He seemed just as taken aback as she was, and their hands kind of hung in the air after their high five until they realized what they were doing and dropped them, both suddenly aware of how awkward they were being—not that it really mattered when they were celebrating a video game based on a television show that was originally targeted at children.

“Congratulations, love,” he offered, nodding toward her phone. “Is it a good one?”

“Yeah,” she answered, kind of shyly. “Yours?”

“Pretty good.” They stood there for another moment, unsure what to do; she should probably keep walking, considering she had an egg close to hatching, but then he spoke up again. “I do apologize for the collision; I believe I was just as focused as you were on catching that. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it?” he said, tilting his head at the Starbucks. “Maybe a Pokémon Go frappuccino?” he suggested, winking poorly.

She just scrunched her nose and giggled; she’d had that once and it was way too sweet for her. “Nah, that’s too much,” she replied. “But I guess I could go for a hot chocolate?”

“Sounds perfect.” He gestured toward the door, but then raced ahead to open it before she got to it.

“So now you’re a gentleman?” she teased.

“I’m always a gentleman,” he answered smoothly.

She shivered a bit; damn, this guy had an effect on her, and that almost never happened. But most guys weren’t as unashamed about Pokémon Go as he was. “Does the gentleman have a name?” she enquired.

“Killian.”

“Emma.”

They got in line and both busied themselves with their phones while waiting to place their orders. “You know,” she started. “That’s probably a good name for a Lapras.”

“What is?” he wondered.

“Killian.” She liked saying his name; it was unique, and her Lapras was male, after all.

He grinned—a real one this time, and brilliant. “I suppose I could say that Emma is, too.” Oh, and she liked how he said her name, too.

“Seems like a pretty good way to honor the moment,” she decided.

“Aye,” he agreed, and they placed their drink order.

While they were waiting for their beverages at the other end of the counter, she couldn’t help but glance over as he scrolled through his collection. “Damn, how’d you get all those Mr. Mimes?” He had a ton, whereas she would likely never even get one—stupid geo-locked Pokémon!

“I just moved here from the UK,” he explained. “They’re everywhere over there. But I’ve yet to see any Tauros now that I’m here.”

“Yeah, you don’t see too many in the city; but out of town—tons. Actually, I have a couple strong ones, if you wanna trade?” Technically she’d been saving those for her brother—one of the only other people she knew who played and was amassing a Tauros army, for some reason—but she could totally spare one to a good, mutually beneficial cause.

“I'd love that!” he gushed. Their drinks were up, so they grabbed them and found a little table in the corner. “Pardon the awful line,” he started after they sat, “but what’s your number?”

She snorted, but it was probably the first time in ages she was happy to give someone her “number”. “It’s 1022 0206 0620.”

He typed it in and then proclaimed “sent! To SwanGirl83.”

“That’s me,” she confirmed, and she got the notification on her end a few seconds later. “xJollyxRogerx24?”

“Aye,” he replied. She took a moment to observe his avatar; it was a pretty close representation, though dressed as close as possible to being a pirate, complete with eye patch. “I take it you’re a Captain Hook fan?” she quipped.

“Ha, yeah,” he laughed. “It’s not quite a hook, but same idea,” he added, holding up his left hand—which she suddenly realized wasn’t a hand, but rather a gloved prosthesis that matched the ones his avatar wore.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean—I didn’t even see…” she stammered; of course she’d put her foot in her mouth with the hottest player she’d ever come across; she could feel a Golem-like rock forming in her stomach.

To her surprise, though, he just waved her off. “No, no—you’re fine, lass; I’m the one making fun of it in the first place,” he assured her. Then his eyes bounced between her and his screen for a second, before stating, “I hope this isn’t too forward of me, but I daresay I prefer the actual Emma. Though that’s quite the fetching romper.”

She blushed a little, both at the compliment and the fact that she hadn’t changed her avatar’s outfit since the game started. There was just something so...Pokémon about that one-piece and leggings. “What can I say? I like to be comfy.”

“That implies you actually own a romper, then.”

“Ha, I wish!”

He replied with an almost goofy leer, eyebrow arched in amusement; she just shook her head, laughed, and promptly hid her embarrassment at walking into that by hiding in her hot chocolate.

“So, Pikachu as your companion?” he continued, apparently studying her via whatever symbolism could be found by her choices within the game.

“Yeah,” she said after she swallowed. “Can’t go wrong with a classic. And I like yellow.”

“I can see that, with you being yellow team and all.” He had her there.

“I’m guessing you like red, then, being Team Valor and with that shiny Gyarados there?” she guessed.

“Oy, he’s badass!” he protested, but then relented. “But yes, that’s part of it.”

They processed the trade, both finally adding another to their almost-completed Pokédexes, and then she sent him the most Boston gift she had on hand: Fenway Park. And he apparently sent her the most London one he still had: Big Ben. They shared giggles over that, and continued to chat—a bit about the game, comparing each others’ current stashes of Pokémon, but then it went onto work, family, friends, all that normal stuff, though it turned out neither of them really had much in that department.

Usually, she avoided romance altogether; she’d only found heartbreak there, and something told her Killian had, too. But what were the odds that she’d literally run into someone who shared so much with her, in addition to one of her favorite hobbies? For the first time in ages, she actually allowed herself to hope for something like that; hopefully he couldn’t see the Luvdiscs swimming in her eyes.

“Hey, there’s a raid a block over; I need to beat one for a research task.” His voice pulled her from her daydreaming. “Would you care to join me?”

She glanced at her screen; it was just a Ninetails, but she could always use another one. “Sure!”

They left the Starbucks—both hitting the Poké Stop there one more time for good measure, as well as a couple more on the way—and found the “gym” (actually just an ugly statue; it never ceased to amaze her the sorts of things that were considered “monuments” in this game). To the casual passerby, it probably looked like they were just two strangers immersed in their phones, but partnering up with Killian to takedown a foe was actually bringing them closer; seeing that red Gyarados in action was incredible, even if she was focused on what her Vaporeon was doing, too.

In no time at all, they’d knocked out the Ninetails and had both caught it. “I apologize if this is forward, Swan,” Killian said, “but we make quite the team.”

She couldn’t refute it. “Yeah, we do.”

Battling in raids together became a regular thing, and he was the first person she reached Best Friends level with (much to David’s chagrin). She jokingly bought him an eye patch for Christmas; he seriously bought her a romper.

And then, a couple years later, he proposed to her with a diamond ring nestled inside a Poké ball. People could rag on the game all they wanted; for Emma and Killian, it had been the best thing ever.

Hope you liked it and that maybe you got a birthday Lapras! also tagging a few others who I think still play/like it: @initiala @killian-morelike-killingme @distant-rose @queen-mabs-revenge @forestiyari @kat2609 @optomisticgirl @xpumpkindumplingx @wingedlioness @biancaros3 

[bxtch26]

A lesson with Mr. Morgan

Lmao ok so I have some inspiration from other stories I’ve read so if u read something similar that’s what it is. Not all my ideas !!!! Hope y’all like it !!!!! NSFW warning also !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ps im a new writer please spare me I know this is bad ^_^

The sound of your gunshot echoed through the empty field you stood in.

“Son of a bitch” you grumbled. Once again you missed the damn bottle. You had set up multiple empty bottles for target practice. You weren’t too far from camp, but didn’t want the gunshots to attract unwanted attention. You grew up in the Van Der Linde gang, joining when you were 19. But as a young girl, teaching you how to rob and kill wasn’t a priority. You know how to cook and craft, but you wanted more. In this time and day that was looked down upon, but you didn’t care. Hosea supported you, and said he would take you hunting any time. But Dutch would never let you go robbing with them. You aimed your revolver at the large empty Bourbon bottle, squeezing the trigger too early at the sound of footsteps behind you. You missed the bottle by a wide margin as you were startled, quickly spinning around to see who it was. A rough cowboy silhouette approached you. Arthur Morgan. You’d recognize that walk anywhere. He carried himself with pride, striding along with that gun belt resting on his hips in the most attractive way. Those boot clicking every step he made, making everyone aware of his presence. He was attractive and his personality was even better. He was so sweet, in everything he did for you. You appreciated it all. He took care in what he did if it had to do with you. Every morning he would leave you a flower by your bedroll. It was a gesture of how you moved him. He was so sweet. You were snapped out of your daydream by the cowboys rough vocie

“You shooting air darlin’?” He questioned a hint of mockery in his voice as he blew a puff of smoke in the air. You chucked at him, looking into those piercing blue eyes of his. You grew up next to Arthur. Not really, you both didn’t have a childhood. But you’ve ran together in this gang for years. You’ve been on missions with him, but were never allowed to participate. It wouldn’t be safe for you, well that’s what he said. He’s always been so damn protective over you. You and him do everything together nonetheless. You were shamefully in love with him, and pretty sure he felt the same about you. But being in a gang, living the life you two led, it seemed foolish to make a move. He was so much older than you, but you didn’t care. He dismissed any thoughts of asking you out because he thought he was too rough old and ugly. Oh how wrong he was.

“Well one of these damn times it’s gonna be a bottle.” You replied, the same hint of mockery in your voice. You grabbed the cigarettes from his lips, taking a long drag, before placing it back in his mouth. He tilted his head down so his hat covered his smile. You loved that damn smile. You reached out to flick his hat up so you could see that handsome face and sweet smile. He snorted at you, removing his hat and placing it on your head, flicking the cigarette into the grass. His hands then went to your shoulders. Turning you towards the bottles. You stayed looking at him over your shoulder , as he softly spoke

“You gotta be steady. Hm? Firm. Focus... and breathe slowly. And always shoot on empty lungs. Alright... always pull the trigger on the exhale.” His breath tickled your ear, demonstrating how you should breathe when you shoot. His low voice turned you on. You enjoyed him being so close. He also did, teaching you to shoot was a perfect excuse to get some close and alone time. You nodded, returning your gaze to another damn empty Bourbon bottle. You breathed deeply, as Arthur said. His hands went to your hips, turning you slightly

“Here, stand like this.” His deep voice advised. His hot breath roamed along your shoulder blade. You breathed in, catching some of his intoxicating scent. Gun smoke and whiskey. God damn this man made you weak in the knees. You snapped out of your deep thoughts to his mouth right next to your ear.

“Go on girl. Calm and steady. Don’t snatch the trigger.” You nodded. Not wanting him to move away, but also wanting to hit this damn bottle. You did as he said, positioned your hips slightly towards the side. You breathed in a deep breath, his eyes trained on you

“Focus on the exhale.”

You listened, exhaling until there was nothing left and squeezed the trigger firmly. Time seemed to slow down as you watched and heard the glass bottle shatter into a million pieces.

“I hit it!” You yelled in joy. Arthur nodded smirking while grabbing his belt.

“Told ya. Let’s shoot a few more, huh?” He asked as he motioned towards the bottles. You nodded, as he went to set a few more up. Bottle after bottle you took them down. You breathed slowly, looking into Arthurs eyes to find your happy place, and pulled the trigger. He would simply nod at you, advising here and there, but mostly staying silent and watching your every move. The afternoon turned into night as you shot the bottles, Arthur soon joining you. Demonstrating what to do, and somewhat challenging you. You shoved his shoulder as he shot the bottle on your side.

“Hey that was mine!” You tease sticking your tongue out at him.

“This is too easy. You need a challenge. What we do, ain’t hunting. We’re hunted. And those things hunting us well they got guns of their own.” He spoke calmly but firmly to you.

“I understand. I ain’t afraid of dying.” You replied. His looked down, nodding.

“Good.” He started to walk away, grabbing a bottle on the way. He faced you a few yards away.

“Jus’ do what you been doin sweetheart.” You nodded, smiling at his nickname for you. You pulled the guns sights to your eye to await Arthur’s move. He stood there watching you. The sexual tension growing. You bit your lip, about to lower your gun when he suddenly threw it in the air, on instinct you aimed and fired. The glass shattered between you two. You gasped, proud of yourself. You ran to Arthur to hug him. You jumped in his arms as they were open - ready for you. He picked you up so your feet weren’t even on the ground, chuckling into your shoulder. Your arms locked around his neck, and his locked around your waist. He swung you around like a little kid. You were one of the few to ever get the rare Arthur hugs. His hugs were the best, like it would be the last time he was ever gonna see you. You two stayed like this for a while until you both snapped back into reality. He gently placed you back on your own two feet. You looked him in the eyes, once again those piercing blue eyes. Your arms staying on his. Holding his forearms, feeling the muscles through his jacket.

“Thanks cowboy.” You smiled, wanting nothing more than to kiss those soft yet rough lips. He shook his head with a smirk

“For what? That was all you darlin’” he was impressed and loved that you wanted to be different. Get out of the kitchen. He had always thought you were a total badass. He knew you had it in you from the start. But your safety was his priority. You rolled your eyes at this and realized it was getting late. Your hands trailed down his arms, finally letting go.

“You wanna stay here and make camp? It’s getting pretty late” you asked hoping to get more alone time with him. You both still inches from each other. Maybe this could be the night you could share your feelings. Dangerous thought as it was. He looked around seeing as it got dark

“Sure, we’ll head back in the morning.” You smiled. Why do you love the way he says sure? He’s really has you wrapped around his finger. You both went to set up camp. He put up the tent and you started the fire. You couldn’t help but notice there was only one tent. Would you sleep in it together? You hoped. Time went on as you sat closely next each other resting against a log. You both watched the fire contently, enjoying the silence and each others company.

“Thanks for this Arthur. I never get to see you in camp. I miss you” you said, still looking at the fire. You let your head rest on his broad strong shoulder hoping it wouldn’t scare him away. Arthur is like a frightened deer, he doesn’t like to accept affection. After his past lovers broke his heart it was hard for him to love again. Feels he don’t deserve it. But at the same time, you were different.

“I miss you too. And I know...damn Dutch always has some big plan. Honestly I don’t think we’re ever getting back West. Don’t tell him I said that though, he’ll question my ‘god damn faith.’ ” You both chuckle at his mocking Dutch’s words. He reaches an arm around your shoulder bringing your head closer into his chest. Through the years you have built up this physical touch that was never sealed between you two. You would let your fingers dance around his back when you past him or he would grab your hand from time to time. He never was good at words. Seeing you took them right out of his mouth. So he had no idea what to do other than put his arm around you, silently saying that he cares for you. He looked at you until the last possible second before returning his gaze to the fire. You smiled , replying

“I know. Seems like I don’t know Dutch anymore. Hell I trust you way more than any of those fools.” He turned to look you in the eyes at your words. Your gaze locked into his, head still on his shoulder. “You trust this ugly old bastard?” He snorted motioning towards himself. The fire emitted a glow on the side of his face. Highlighting his facial features. That sharp jawline and scruffy beard. He looked so fine. It was now or never. You lifted your head, looking directly into those beautiful blue eyes.

“Would you stop that. I wish you could see how I see you...Look Arthur. I know how you feel about love. It’s a dangerous thing to fall into...this life we got. But I can’t get ya off my mind. You don’t have to say anything back, I understand. Just can’t go on anymore without you knowin my feelings. “ you spoke calmly and softly pausing to rub your fingers across a scar on his cheek, and rough lips.

“Now don’t you dare put yourself down anymore. I can’t stand to hear of it. Especially when you ain’t mine. I wish you could see what I see-” You repeated for effect “-Your a good man beneath it all Arthur. You deserve to be loved.” You spoke staring at his facial features admiring each one. He put his head down, wishing he had his hat to hide his smile. His arm still resting closely behind you on the log and your hand held his face. You still had his hat on as your eyes went to his mouth seeing his adorable smile. He nodded slowly, taking your hands into his and meeting your eyes.

“I know...I know. And I...Well I...-” he takes a deep breath. “-I feel the same damn way. I’m just afraid-“ his voice faltered. “You know my past. I try not to repeat my past. I didn’t even think I had a heart...but I know I do because it’s felt full ever since you joined our gang. A fool I am, falling in love...But I can’t get ya off my mind either. I hate being away from you, I need to know your safe...I need to know your mine...” he trailed off as he looked at your soft kissable lips. You started to cry. All these years, you never thought the broken man would love you back. He let go of your hands and took your face into them. He wiped your tears away.

“It’s gonna be ok darlin’, I promise. I got ya now...” He spoke softly as he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. You smiled at him, he looked at your so tenderly you wanted to cry more. You hugged him, hard. Inhaling that scent that felt like home. Gun smoke and whiskey. His embrace made you feel like you were floating on air. He held you for a few seconds before decided to make a bold move, considering you had already shared your feelings. He gently took his hat off your head, entangling his hands in your hair. You closed your eyes, sighing and sniffling. The feeling was blissfully peaceful.

“Can I ...can I kiss you?” He asked in his rough voice. Still a gentleman getting permission even though he knew damn well you wanted to jump him right then and there.

“Took ya long enough Morgan” you replied climbing into his lap and smashing your lips against his. This bold move took him off guard, but he soon melted into the kiss. Wrapping his arms around your back brining you closer to him. Your hands entangled his hair slicked back with pomade. God you’ve wanted to play with his hair as long as you remember. You pulled away, looking into his eyes.

“Is this ok?” You questioned. Once again making sure not to fluster the cowboy. He didn’t respond, smashing his lips into your again. You smiled against him. You both felt a weight had lifted off your shoulders. If only you didn’t hold back your feelings, you would have been together sooner. The kiss advanced, as he prodded your bottom lip for entry that u were eager to grant. His tongue explored your mouth. He tasted sweet, and fresh like the can of peaches he just ate. You couldn’t help but moan as you feel him hot and hard against your core, both of your legs on either side of his thighs. His hands moved to your jacket, tugging it off gently. You helped him and shook it off without breaking the kiss. He wasn’t wearing a jacket so that was one less step for you. You pulled away from the kiss needing air. He panted gently as he watched your hands reach his button up shirt.

PART 2

You watched his eyes for permission as you started to slowly unbutton his shirt. You’ve been waiting for this for so long, but wanted to take it slow. He looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes as you undressed him with your delicate hands. You grind down on his length, catching him off guard as his hands tightly grasp your hips.

“Jesus girl.” He groaned. You smiled as you were half way through getting his shirt off.

“I never took you for a religious man Mr. Morgan. Should I stop?” You questioned teasingly as you finished the buttons and pushed the shirt off of his broad shoulders. He shook the shirt off, throwing it towards the tent as he rested against the log again.

“God no.” You smiled at his words. You bit your lip looking at his bare chest. Scars, scrapes, recent bruises, but he was handsome. Built to survive. He noted your staring and silence

“S’that good or...-“ he trailed off to read your facial expression.

“Your beautiful, ya know that?” You reply. His face growing soft again.

“Could say the same about you.” He replies as his hands went to your shirt. Ripping the shirt open and tossing it aside, getting a little impatient. His eyes grew dark as his gaze went to your breasts. He licked his lips, looking into your eyes quickly before resting his hand on the small of your back bringing you closer to his face. He suddenly engulfed your right breast as your hands found his hair. You moaned softly, his warm mouth sending tingles straight to your core. You still couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Mmh...I’ve thought about this for so long..” you shamfully admit, breathless as his mouth was still on your chest. He pulls away, meeting your gaze once more.

“Me too, longer than I should admit” he chuckled embarrassedly looking anywhere but at you. You smiled at him.

“Is that so? How long?” You purred as your hands went to his belt. His hands went to your hips. He looked at you, cocking his eyebrow in the sexiest way.

“You really wanna know?” He questioned. At your nod, he replied “as soon as you joined us.” You gasped in an over dramatic way.

“Mr. Morgan you barely knew me! Do you often think of strangers in such a way?” You ask in a sophisticated mocking voice as you removed his belt.

“Oh ! I’m sorry ... my sincerest apologies to the lady currently undressing me.” He retorted smirking. You giggled, as your hands run up his bare toned chest to find his back. His back muscles tensed as your raked your fingernails up them and your lips met his neck. He wondered what he did to deserve this, and briefly hesitated to accept your affection. You hummed against his neck, reassuring him that you wanted to do this and you wanted him. Complying, one of his hands grabbed your hip as the other snakes up your body groping your left breast. The hand on your waist drew figure eights around it softly. A sweet spot of yours. You whined against his neck. He groaned as you nibbled his ear. His shyness was quickly overcome when he suddenly picked you up, walking you to the tent. His hands grabbing your ass tightly. You gasped and giggled, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. You never wanted to leave his strong grip. He kicked his hat into the tent, planning to use it later as he entered and cradled you before gently laying you down. But he remained standing. This newfound roughness turned you on immensely. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, looking at you with dominant eyes.

“Take yours off too girl” he demanded as he pulled his pants down slowly. You nodded, ripping yours off as quickly as you could. You fumbled with your own belt as you were so nervous yet so ready for him. He chuckled and smirked at you. When you finally got them off, he grabbed your thighs pulling you to the edge of the cot and kneeling in between your legs. Slowly settling between them. He kissed your inner thighs, one hand reaching up to rub your clothed clit. You whined softly as your head cranked back into the padding of the bedroll-that you presumed you were going to be sharing with him. He pulled your undergarments off slowly, disregarding them with the rest of your clothes. His hot breath neared your core. You gripped the bedroll with clenched fists, so ready for him to do whatever he wanted with you.

“Now listen here - I want them to hear you screaming my name all the way in Blackwater girl” he demanded in a deep voice against your core. Before you could respond his tongue licked nice long strokes up your clit. You screamed, as he wished.

“Oh god Arthur!” you moaned loudly. His head raised slightly, grinning.

“Didn’t take you for a religious woman darlin. Should I stop?” He mocked, using your words from before. You grabbed his hair.

“No Arthur - Please. Oh god please Arthur! ” You begged. He smirked before returning his tongue inside you. You looked down and could have came at the sight below you. Those sparkling blue eyes looking at you with a hint of mockery at your flustered state. That beautiful long mane of hair he refused to cut, which you were glad of because it was so nice to grab onto. His stubble tickling your thighs in the most erratic way. His face between your legs as you tried to look at him but your arms buckled as you fell back against the bedroll. You continued screaming. You’ve wanted this for so long. Though of it so many nights... Your whines and moans filled the tent. You arched your back hard. Arthur grew harder by the minute just hearing you. But he didn’t want to leave from in between your legs. He seemed to be enjoying this more than you. He was a selfless lover, he was gonna make you come undone at least once before he thought of himself. He linked his arms around your ass, bringing you closer to him. You yelped

“A-Arthur. Please don’t stop!” You plead. He chuckled against you. He was ruthless, a tease. He could tell you were close. He released one of his arms strong grip around you as he reached between your legs. His fingers teased your entrance. He slipped into you with ease you were so horny for him. You grabbed his forearm tightly, panting and gasping. Not knowing what to do with yourself a man has never pleasured you as much.

“Arthur- I’m...” you stuttered. Hoping he knew what you meant. He backed away to look you in the eyes, only to growl

“Make a mess sweetheart.” You gripped his hair and arm and screamed his name with a string of curses in such a filthy way. He went faster and harder- adding another finger, curling them inside you. Your eyes tightly closed you screamed and screamed. Then, you felt that pressure build up release. You moaned once more as loudly as you could.

“Oh Arthur..” you exhaled. He loved hearing you say his name. Once he was done licking up your juices, he slowly inches his face up to yours. Your chest rose and fell hard and your breathing was erratic. He grinned at you, his beard glistened with your juices. His hair was a mess and he looked content.

“You smell so good. And don’t taste too bad neither.” You blushed deep and grabbed your bandana from the floor and wiped his face. He laughed as he let you. Your fingers ran down his abs as you looked up at him.

“You gonna let me return the favor?” You asked. You knew how he was about accepting affection.

“Maybe another time. Right now I need you girl.” He looked deep into your eyes. God damn when he calls you girl and darlin you get so wet. You were satisfied with his answer, as you swiftly changed your positions with him under you. He laid down and looked up at you with adoring eyes. Was this really happening? Oh yes it was. You began to gently rock against his length, quickly getting as wet as before. He groaned, grabbing your breasts as they softly bounced in his face. You lowered to his ear, kissing his jaw before seductively whispering

“You ready cowboy?” He never thought he’d hear these words from you. He swallowed thickly, so ready for you. He reached over to retrieve his hat from the ground and placed it once more on your head. He found you so damn attractive in his hat, and you loved to wear it.

“Ride me cowgirl” his deep voice pushing you to waste no time in slowly lowering onto his length. You softly moaned as he deeply groaned. His nails digging into your hips, yours digging into his chest. You both stayed still for a few seconds. Enjoying being as close to each other as you could be. He was big, but you adjusted quickly. His eyes watched you as he rocked his hips first, making sure you were ok. You nodded and threw your head back and you began to rock your hips too.

“I... I love you..” you said in between pants and gasps. He smiled, he had finally found his cowgirl. And you found your cowboy.

“I love you more darlin’ ” he spoke through his heavy breathing. You bit your lip and smiled, never being more happy than you are now. You both were thrusting hard now. Him thrusting up into you as you came down. Reaching parts of you no man ever has. You screamed his name over and over, begging him to not stop. Arthur’s groans and grunts were deep and filled the room. His soft praises turned you on even more.

“So good for me... god damn girl... oh god... ugh... that’s it... D-Darlin’...” you squeezed around his length on purpose at his voice.

“Yeah, you liked that?” He groaned. His questioning deep voice teasing you further.

“Oh god yes Arthur .. oh Arthur please !” You moaned trying not to scream. His head was cranked back, mouth slightly open, eyes squeezed tight as his hand reached between your legs, rubbing your clit. You screamed louder. But you didn’t want this to stop. You grabbed his wrist.

“I don’t wanna... not yet...” you managed through moans. He understood. And he wanted this to last longer too. He retracted his hand and grabbed your hips as he moved you underneath him again. His hat flew off your head as you wrapped one leg around his waist and he put the other one up on his shoulder, continuing his thrusts. You were overwhelmed by this new position. Arthur could tell and found himself more turned off. He loved to make you feel good.

“That good darlin?” He asked in a taunting low growl knowing damn well you couldn’t even see straight.

“Ugh YES... Oh Arthur I love you so much!” You screamed at him, voice cracking. He smirked, going faster and harder. He fucked you mindfully, as considerate as he can. You ran your fingernails down his back, leaving scratches. He groaned loudly, he loved it when you did that. He moved both of your legs to wrap around his waist as both of his elbows rested on either side of your head. You grabbed his ass, pleading

“Harder.” You pleaded. He wanted to, more than anything.

“Don’t wanna hurt you.” He replied softly.

“You won’t, Arthur I ain’t afraid please give it to me!” You practically screamed. He connected your lips in a sloppy kiss, full of love. You gave his ass one more squeeze before trailing up his back. He entangled his hands in your hair, tugging it. The kiss was sweet, as you smiled into it. You were so damn happy. His thrusts continued hard and fast as you wrapped your legs around him tighter. You got what you wanted, he drilled into you with reckless abandon. You screamed and moaned loudly into his mouth. He swallowed your moans, your tongues fighting each other but the kiss was still sweet. You both wondered what you did to deserve this. You kill and rob, smoke and drink. Yet you’ve found love. Maybe being an outlaw isn’t so bad after all. One of his hands moved down to hold your ass so he could thrust into you deeper. The other grabbed a fistful of the bedroll above your head as he rocked you continuously. You continued to make out with him, entangling your hands in his hair and tugging softly. He moaned into your mouth, please do that again. You smiled against him, tugging again harder. His thrusts soon grew erratic, you knew he was close. It seemed like hours went by as the cowboy made love to you.

“Darlin I’m- I...” he stuttered in between pants and gasps. You nodded in understanding

“Me too handsome! P-please spend on me!- wherever you want! ” you screamed. He thrusts into you slowed, still powerful, turned on by the idea.

“Anywhere?” He asked deeply biting his lip.

“Yes!” You screamed. He buried his face into your neck as you held his back ,scratching and pulling, bringing him as close to you as possible. He kissed and sucked from your ear to your collar bone leaving marks the next day. You didn’t care, he was making you his. You were both overcome with pleasure.

“OH GOD ARTHUR....Jesus cowboy”

“UGH DARLIN....God damn girl” your moans overlapped as you contracted around his girth. He pulled out, stroking himself a good few times before straddling your hips and spending on your breasts and neck. You made the filthiest of sounds, as he tried not to get hard again at the sight below him. You arched your back as he squirted a few more times onto you. You can’t remember the last time you had felt something like this. Neither could Arthur. When you both calmed from your orgasm, he slid in between your legs once more. He stayed in that position, your knees bent by his hips. You played with his hair as you looked up at him. He looked down at you, taking one of your hands from his hair and intertwining them with his. He grabbed his banana, cleaning your breasts and neck. You grabbed his wrist to stop him, gathering some of his spend on his fingers and slowly sucking it off. You gave him the sexiest look you could as you rubbed your feet just above his ass. He groaned, unbelievably turned on at the sight. You wiggled your tongue around his fingers, savoring the taste of him. You both regained your breathing as you just looked at each other.

“You just gonna tease me like that woman? I wish I was younger so I could go again” He chuckled breathlessly as you just giggled.

“We’ll have plenty of time for more of that. If you’ll have me?” You spoke softly. His eyes grew wide, like you even had to ask.

“Oh you were good. Good enough to keep around for a long while.” He teased. You pulled his hair so his lips met yours. You were finally together. You had found your love. You were so happy. Happiest you’ve ever been. He smiled that god damn adorable smile at you

“Wow...” he trailed looking down at his hand holding yours. You bit your lip looking at those blue eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long... I was just afraid... your so damn beautiful I can’t even think.” he shamefully admitted. Cradling your face with his hand, running his finger across your lips. You smiled at his words.

“It’s ok. I was too... oh Arthur your too kind to me” you replied raising your head to kiss his forehead. He looked down as if to hide his smile with his hat like he always does. His face lit up like he suddenly forgot something as he stood up to fetch his satchel. You sat up, grabbing his button up shirt from the ground and putting it on. Only doing one or two buttons to let is hang loosely on your body. It smelled like him. You felt safe in it. He pulled out a small flower, looking at it nervously before returning to you. He laid on his side facing you, smiling sheepishly. He placed it in your hair, brushing it behind your ear. It looked just like the ones he leaves by your bedroll every morning.

“Made me think of you. Er- Beautiful. I always try to pick up a few flowers when I’m out west. Something my momma always did.” He spoke as if he was embarrassed by it, looking down. You smiled and blushed, cupping your hand around he flower. You were so flattered.

“Oh Arthur, that’s so sweet I love it...Thank you sweetheart.” You spoke as you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. You laid down, arms open for him. He finally laid his head down into your chest, looking adorably sleepy. He grabbed a blanket and covered the two of you. With your head propped up with two pillows, there was enough room between you and the sleeping bag that Arthur could link his arms behind your back. You smiled at him cuddling you, entangling you hands into his hair again. He smiled into your chest. He almost wanted to cry at you cradling his head into your chest. It was so welcoming and warm and sweet like home.

“I love you.” He whispered into your skin.

“I love you too.” You whispered back into his hair. He looked up at you once more, taking in that you were his. You smiled at him as he settled back into your chest. He loved hearing your heart beat and feeling the warmth of your skin.

“All mine...” he groaned tiredly. You smiled, finally having your cowboy all to yourself. You both were so in love, so happy. Laying there, intertwined with your lover, hearing the slight crackle of the fire outside as the night air was chill but the cowboys warm embrace countered that. It felt like you were in heaven, and you never wanted to leave. You both drifted into a soft slumber...

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Y/N and Park

MASTERLIST 

Genre: Fluff (w/ a tiny bit of angst? Just a pinch, like 1/8 of a pinch lol)

Characters: You x JImin

Word Count: 2.3K

Plot: Jimin was popular and you weren’t. You never thought your paths would cross, and you never wanted them to. However, fate had other plans (lmao this is such a  cliche plot but just read it, it’s not that cliche).

a/n: This was inspired by the book “Eleanor & Park.” If you haven’t read it, you should because it’s really good! I used the same format as the book. Also, the line break indicates a new day. :)

Your POV

He was always the popular boy. Ever since elementary school, he always had a group of friends following him along with an audience. You never knew what was so great about him.

While he was friends with half of the school, the other half– minus one, wished they could be his friend. That minus one was you.

You sat alone at a cafeteria table and tried to eat your lunch in peace. However, the fact that Park Jimin kept throwing glances at your way irked you.

Jimin’s POV

He first noticed you on the first day of grade one. You were quiet and remained to yourself. Not a lot of people noticed you, and you seemed to like it. You were so shy and he never thought much of it back then, but he thought it was adorable now.

Jimin always wanted to talk to you, but something about you made him too nervous to approach you.

Jimin stared at you across the cafeteria, admiring your beauty from afar. He watched you take a bite out of the disgusting school lunch and chuckled to himself when you made a grossed out face.

Your POV

In class, you were bored out of your mind. The teacher called on students, asking for an answer to a question that was only answerable if you were as smart as himself. The teacher called on Jimin’s name and you rolled your eyes. You waited for a stupid, unfunny answer that would be followed by laughter from the other students.

Jimin’s POV

He heard the teacher call his name. He didn’t know what the question was or if was even a question in the first place.

Jimin wasn’t paying attention to the teacher, instead, he was distracted by watching you doodle some drawings in your notebook. They looked like scribbles from where he was sitting, but he remembered that you were good at art. He always wanted to see your scribbles up close and wondered what you were actually drawing.

Your POV

You waited at the library for your partner. 20 minutes has passed by and you grew agitated

You felt stupid and should’ve known that Jimin would be late. Maybe he wasn’t going to show up at all.

You were supposed to meet up to work on an English project, but by the looks of it, it looked like you would have to start tomorrow.

Jimin’s POV

He ran to the library as fast as he could. He didn’t mean to be late, but his boss made him stay and extra half an hour to clean up at his job.

When he got to the library, he saw that you were already packing up. Jimin walked quickly to your table and apologized.

Your POV

He gave you an excuse that he probably used for everything. You rolled your eyes but emptied out your bag to start the project. You were annoyed that he was late, but at least he was there now.

You asked him his what favourite Shakespeare book was. There was no point in choosing one yourself since you doubted he’s ever read any in the first place.

Jimin’s POV

“Uh, Macbeth.”

He never even read it. Did he even get the name right?

He saw you reading it in the library one day and it just popped up in his mind.

Your POV

Just two days into the project, you found out that you and Jimin had many things in common. You liked the same books, TV shows, and types of movies.

It was strange, you never thought Jimin would ever be into the same things you were into.

Jimin’s POV

You asked him what his favourite colour was. He liked blue, but he knew you didn’t. He lied and said he didn’t have a favourite color, just so he wouldn’t lose that connection with you.

Your POV

You presented your project with flying colors. You didn’t expect a good mark because of Jimin, but when your teacher handed you back your mark, you were surprised that you actually achieved a good one.

You were happy the project was over. However, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were going to miss sharing a bond with Jimin– even if it was just the slightest bond possible.

You still couldn’t understand why he was so popular or had people following him like a bunch of “fans,” but Jimin wasn’t as horrible as you thought he’d be.

But he was still popular, and you weren’t. That meant that he wouldn’t be forced to talk to you or make small talk anymore because of the project. The project was over, and so would your friendship– if it even was a friendship, with Jimin will be.

Jimin’s POV

He watched your expression as you received your mark. He didn’t look at his mark when the teacher gave it to him, but when he saw your smile, he knew it was good.

He was happy the project was over. He felt that the two of you developed a friendship. Now he could talk to you more often and more freely– and without the topic of Macbeth popping up.

Jimin’s POV

He hurried out of class to catch up to you. He saw you walking towards math. He had that class too.

“Hey, good job Y/N. I think we did the best.”

“Oh, uh,” you looked shocked and he thought it was so cute. “Yeah, I think so too.”

Your POV

Jimin sat beside you in math class. He usually sat at the back, but today he sat at the front. With you.

Your POV

Two girls that usually sat at Jimin’s lunch table approached you. They knocked your tray down and your food splattered everywhere. Onto the floor, on the table, and on you.

Jimin’s POV

His head turned into the direction of the noise. He saw you standing there covered in food.

He looked at his two friends who were giggling, approaching his table. He gave them a death stare and they sat down quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

His blood was boiling. He wanted to yell at them and tell everyone to stop staring at you. He was furious. But in the end, he turned his head and remained quiet for the rest of the lunch.

Your POV

You were embarrassed but not surprised. Those girls did that often to people. You just happened to be the next target.

You knew he saw you, and for some reason, you wanted him to stand up for you. He didn’t, though.

Your POV

You sat at the cafeteria table and ate the food that was on your tray. Suddenly, you heard a slam on the table and looked up to see Jimin standing in front of you.

Jimin’s POV

He stood in front of you and smiled. You looked startled, so he apologized.

He purposely left his lunch at home, just so he could eat the cafeteria food with you.

When he took a bite out of what looked like chocolate pudding, but tasted liked canned dog food, he tried his best not to throw up.

Jimin’s POV

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For yesterday.”

Your POV

You considered him Jimin a friend. You didn’t know if he considered you one, but if he did, he had plenty of those. It wasn’t like Jimin had to stand up for you or say anything. It’s not like he had to care.

So, you forgave him, you had no right not to.

Your POV

You saw the same two girls walking towards you while you stood at your locker. You knew they were coming, they’ve been doing it for about a week.

You waited for them to appear and throw your notebook or something out of your locker and onto the ground, but they never showed up.

You looked past your locker door and surprisingly, they were gone. Instead, you saw Jimin.

Jimin’s POV

He didn’t know why his “friends” were acting that way. Why was he even friends with people like that?

You were the nicest person ever. Maybe they couldn’t see it, but Jimin knew you.

Your POV

Jimin walked you home. You knew he lived in the other direction, but he insisted. You didn’t mind, you liked the company.

You liked Jimin.

Jimin’s POV

He wanted every excuse to be with you. Maybe he should just ask you out, but he was too afraid.

He liked you, he always has.

Your POV

The school dance was coming up. You weren’t really a party person, but everyone was talking about it.

Everywhere you turned, there were posters advertising it. Every morning on the announcements they would remind everyone to buy their tickets.

You were also used to people going all out just to ask someone to the dance. People wrote songs, bought gifts, one person even kidnapped their significant other just to ask them to the dance.

You didn’t really want to go to the dance, but if Jimin asked you, you wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.

Jimin’s POV

Jimin wanted to go to the dance with you. He knew you were shy and didn’t want to do something big to ask you like everyone normally else did. He didn’t want an audience, he wanted you to feel safe and comfortable. Just you and him.

After school, while he walked you home, he thought of how to ask you. What if you said no.

Your POV

Jimin didn’t really talk much like usual. You felt as if something was bothering him.

“Are you okay, Jimin?” You asked.

He turned to you and looked shocked, like he was just pulled out from a daydream.

“Do you wanna go to the dance with me?”

He sounded nervous, but then shocked at his own words. It was cute.

Your POV

The night of the dance arrived. Jimin would be at your house in 20 minutes.

You looked at the mirror one last time. You wore a blue dress that fit you in all the right places. Your hair was down, and you wore makeup that looked alright. You felt embarrassed since you looked so different.

Maybe you should change. You could feel your insecurities acting up and wondered what Jimin would think. What if he thought you looked ugly? What if he said you looked good, but didn’t mean it?

Suddenly you heard the doorbell ring.

Jimin’s POV

Your mother opened the door and Jimin greeted her kindly. He stepped inside and waited for you to come down.

When he saw you appear at the top, his mind went blank. All he could see was you and you were glowing.

You looked different. Not better than how you always looked, but not worse either. You always looked beautiful to him. But now, you just looked different. Good different.

You looked like a princess waiting at the stop of the staircase and he felt as if he were in a movie. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you

He could tell you were nervous. He decided to walk up the stairs to help you down so you wouldn’t have the spotlight all on you.

He took your delicate little hand and led you down. Your mother stopped you two near the bottom to take pictures. He didn’t mind, he wanted to remember this moment.

Your POV

Your mother was embarrassing you. You told her to stop but she didn’t listen.

Finally, she and your father let you and Jimin leave.

“Y/N, you’re so beautiful, you know that right?” Jimin said to you once the two of you were outside.

You blushed and thanked him. It wasn’t like you’ve never received a compliment before, but the way Jimin said it was different than how anyone else gave you one. He talked about you– not how you looked tonight, not your dress or your makeup, just you. His words made you feel like you really were the most beautiful girl in the world.

Your POV

You were surprised. The dance was really fun.

At first, you felt a bit awkward because Jimin knew everyone there and you the opposite. You barely knew anyone and weren’t really used to such social events.

But Jimin never left your side. He danced with you the whole night. Some of his friends joined in as well, and although they didn’t really know you, they didn’t care. They wanted you to have fun just like Jimin, and that’s exactly what you did.

Jimin’s POV

Jimin knew that you were having fun. You were smiling so much and he was happy to see you having fun in a place that was out of your comfort zone.

Although you didn’t really know anyone there, Jimin was happy that his friends didn’t exclude you and quickly invited you into the fun. Everyone would finally see you for the amazing person you that really were.

Jimin didn’t stay with you because he thought it would be rude to ditch you, he stayed with you because he wanted to be with you. He wanted to live in that moment with you and only you forever.

Your POV

After the dance, Jimin drove you home. You two raved about how fun the night was.

When Jimin reached your home and you sighed. You didn’t want the night to end, but all good things do.

“Thanks, Jimin, I had a really great time,” you said to him with a smile.

“Me too, Y/N,” Jimin said back.

The two of you stayed in his car for a bit, just looking into each other’s eyes waiting for someone to say something.

“Y/N…” Jimin said softly, with a nervous look. He moves closer to your face and soon you’re only inches apart from each other.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Jimin leaned in and brought his lips to yours, closing the space between the two of you. You close your eyes and melted into his warm kiss.

It was past midnight– the night was already done. But unlike all good things that come to an end, in the moment, you knew that you and Jimin were going to last forever.

Thanks for reading! & lol maybe this actually was really cliche…