#but i’m happy that tine can smile again

[nessa-is-bored]

A happy ending

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - When Bad Gossip Happens to Good BL

Aug 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Eclipse (Fri YT) Ep 2 of 15 - This is a great show and the leads are killer! Their conflict contrasted to moments of empathy contrasted to flirtation and then hints of genuine affection is nuanced and beautifully performed. I expected no less from this pair, but I’m delighted to see that they’re executing so well. This show has the sophistication and balance of something like Gifted, Not Me or Bad Buddy, which basically means this is the best we can expect from GMMTV. NeoLewis are also doing a better job than I expected. They aren’t my favorite pair. However Neo unexpectedly excels in a serious part. Finally, an actually deserved and appropriate pratfall moment. Very nice. 

Vice Versa (Sat on YT) Ep 6 of 12 - Living together = fake out. Curse you GMMTV! Look, here’s the thing, flaws and all I pretty much spend this entire show smiling. I don’t mind being manipulated when we are all having so much fun with it. Is Tun/Puen super suss. Oh yes. Do I care? NOPE. *bats eyes in Jimmy nation* 

21 Days Theory (Sun YT ) Ep 2 of 4? - X is def flirting in the “pulling pig tails” fashion. Also wooing his bf2b’s mum is very smart. (Why is BF2B not a 3rd gen Kpop group? I ask you.) Meanwhile Q & his friends are the new candidates for the “only one brain cell between them” club. Like Tine’s crew in 2g all over again. 

THAI LIGUISTICS CORNER

X is older than Q. X uses pom/khun & rao +kap which is stiff, adult, and somewhat formal (and pom is age backwards for him and Q). Pom is oddly servile coming from an older kid. 

Q jumps around a lot in response to this adult speech from a phi: pom/khun but also rao/nai + (a reluctant) kap, but never phi. (I don’t think I’ve ever heard a high school BL use nai this much.) 

There was a conversation about formal speech and the end of ep 2. Q was telling X that he could use guu/mueng rather than rao|pom/khun. Q had been sort of attempting to match X’s formality by using nai as a more formal version of phi, and was struggling because, I think, it’s too grown up sounding. X declined guu/mueng, he finds them too rude to apply to someone he likes. X then offered to call Q just by his name (avoiding having to choose entirely), but I think Q finds that too intimate. But phi is still not discussed and Q goes back to rao/nai at the end. So honestly I’m really not sure what the hell is happening. 

I rewatched all their interactions through 3 times and I’m still mostly mystified.

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) Ep 2 of 15 - Cake and Eiw’s relationship reminds me of a high school version of the friendship that’s central to the movie Big Eden. There’s a part of me that wants that to be where this narrative is going too. I’m not gonna say more, because everybody should watch Big Eden. Yes, it’s ultimately happy. However, if this narrative does choose to go with a more mature approach, then this show will ultimately be sad, as a BL. Regardless, SantaEarth are doing a really killer job with this set up. They couldn’t have chosen a better pair. Cake calling a Eiw a sheep when Eiw’s name essentially sounds to me like ewe is hilarious. I don’t think they’re being that clever, though.

Coffee Melody (Mon Viki) Ep 5 of 10 - I do love how tough Jean is - flame on, indeed. Plus his boyfriend 2B has magical pink hair. (Are they secretly a marvel superhero team?) This was another ep of a show where I didn’t care that the leads were apart, because that just meant more side dishes. It’s not bad, this show, it’s not good either, tho. 

Love Mechanics (Sun WeTV) Ep 9 of 10 - Random new faen fatal in the 11th hour is annoying. And the boxing match is a dumb plot device. But the theme around food, family, affection, and acceptance was great. Mark is so good at flirting and Vee is so confused when that skill is targeting him. Someone give YinWar a better BL. Please? 

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) Ep 1 of 13 - Mame’s creature has indeed whipped me into a verbal frenzy. So yeah, that’s another dumpster fire trash watch happening. Come with me if you wanna BURN and smell bad. Good times. So what’s this show like? Terrible. Also entertaining and engaging and kinda hot. Like all good dumpster fires. 

Unforgotten Night (Weds on GaGa) Ep 9 of 12 - I don’t have very much to say about this episode. I guess they are cute boyfriends? But do we want cute boyfriends from our mafia daddy? I ask you? TRASH WATCH IS HERE!

Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 11 of 12 - Jumping back to high heat like we in 2021 ep 0 I see. Fine. Also: chalk one up for an uke bj (usually bjs are seme penance) thats 3 i think: Gen Y 2 (sort of, PokeTongue always strike me as verse), SCOY, and now Check Please Out. 

My Secret Love (Sat YT) Ep 12fin - This drama suddenly got sensible and interesting in the finale after the time jump, and the reason for the split turned out to be a decent one. But frankly, that was just frustrating. Because I got a glimpse that this could’ve actually been, if not a GREAT show, at least a passable one. But they saved this for the last 2 eps? That’s just annoying. Another wedding makes me feel like this trope is becoming ubiquitous in Thai BL. Who knew Grey Rainbow would end up with us here? In the end, I can't really recommend this. There's much better Thai BL these days, and tons of it. DON’T BOTHER 6/10 Full review on MDL. 

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us (Mon GaGa) Ep 1 of 8 - As others said this is a queer family drama not a BL. It’s fine but I don't like the lead character. He's a brat in the wrong way. Especially at 20 years old. It’s also a bit slow moving and oddly paced. I’m DNFing for now. Maybe I’ll watch it when it’s completed.

I gotta say iQIYI is really taking a stab at cornering this market and I’m not sure how I feel about it. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (Japan Weds GaGa) Ep 8 of 12 - So it finally came, the episode where Minato has to break Shin’s heart. It was more delicately handled than I thought it would be, and that did surprise me. It was wistfully sad rather than gut wrenching. I still loved it, of course. SQUEE WATCH ALONG 

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Thurs GaGa & Viki) 1 of 8 - GaGa’s subs are more poetic but Viki’s are more comprehensible, so I’m doing... BOTH. It’s cute. Amagi is an ADORABLE sunshine bean nugget but I’m not sold and his confession came out of nowhere. It’s maybe too high school? (GASP, did I just actually type that?) I did really like that we switched perspectives to Takara so soon in the series. Now we know their tortured pining is mutual. I like that, even if it means the whole rest of the show will be about miscommunication. “I like him so much that it feels stupid” is a killer line (GaGa’s version). Taraka is a seme who is scared of his own semeness. That said, this show is from the Mr. Unlucky and Senpai studio featuring Jpop idols, so I’m not expecting much. But I do love a high school setting and JBL has been killing it lately. 

Papa & Daddy 2 (Mon GaGa) Ep 3 of 8 - I hate hate HATE the grandparents bloodline = have another child plot. It’s really upsetting to me in a visceral way. I didn’t even realize I had a trigger around this kind of bullshit. However, the gender plot-line is interesting. And, to no one’s surprise, I continue to have terrible 2nd lead syndrome.

Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 13 - What happened? Did I miss it? Was last week the ending? Are they on hiatus? Is it a crowd funding tactic? Why tf MDL can’t list VBL is increasingly annoying. 

In Case You Missed It

GaGa stepped up and will broadcast War of Y, if any of you want more PAIN in your lives. 

GMMTV dropped Zero Photography to their YouTube, it’s a GL advert special featuring InkPa from Bad Buddy. It was cute and sweet. But that’s it. 

Gossip

Apparently Jimmy (of JimmyTommy) has withdrawn from Middleman's Love and so they need to recast both leads. Bed Friends seems unaffected. 

There are quite a few pairs that Cheewin could hand this too. Anyone wanna take bets? Who would we fantasy cast from his line up? (Cheewin uses his pairs in Y-Destiny, War of Y). Middleman’s Love requires and YOUNGER seme and an older but nerdy (or capable of being nerdy) uke for an office set romance about an intern pursuing his boss. So I think BillySeng and MaxNat are NOT right for this. Other options? Toru & First, KimCop (of course), BoomPeak if you wanted to dip into the well (and if they were up for it), PerthLay if they need bigger names. 

More bad news, Korean BL Oh My Assistant probubly DOA. Read this. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting: Thai BLs What If & Work from Heart. 

Ending: Love Mechanics and Check Out the series (thank fuck). 

Still to come in August? About Youth (Taiwan), Ghost Host, Ghost House (Thai), Ai Long Nhai (Thai). I’m gathering data for September releases now, so if you have any you’re excited about, leave a comment. 

I’m streamlining my systems to better keep track of BLs as they are announced and put into production, yes, there is a NEW spreadsheet as part of the DOOM (currently with 96 entries). Look, I never said this was easy. But now I can answer peeps when they ask me about upcoming stuff. 

This week’s best moments?

Yeah I know it was a sad bit, but that’s why I liked it. Vice Versa needed a bit of a low point. But also...

How to catch a live husband 101. 

Truth in BL, 21 Days Theory. 

Epic eye rolling in Love in the Air. Also, accurate picture of me the whole time I was watching the first ep.

The shoe tie! A pretty rare trope in BL actually. Common in Kdramas. Of course, I like it because it’s always fun to see a seme kneel. 

This was SO FUNNY. This is what the GMMTV boys excel at: snappy dialogue and great friendship groups. (The Eclipse)

I LOVE A boy who crush-sniffs another boy’s shirt. 

The pining is strong with this one. (Takara & Amagi) 

But then when he’s THAT CUTE, what can ya do? 

(last week) 

current earworm? P1Harmony’s Doom Du Doom

[banditcoyote]

Gaultier looked a little surprised that Sasuga had caught his trap he was attempting to lay out, but he answered easily as his large tail swished behind him. “Thank you for asking Miss Kotei,” he said “Yes, the only rule is, you can’t choose your husband, mate, partner, date, master, dom, boyfriend, girlfriend, significant other.....am I leaving anything out?” he asked tapping his chin idly with the fork.

“Exes.” Echo answered cooly.

“Exes.” Gaultier repeated slowly, though he was a bit curious as his eyes flicked around the table at exactly who his friend was speaking about. “The magic fork will decide whose turn it is!” he said and pointed the tines of his fork towards the ceiling, then he closed his eyes, humming as he moved it all about as if it had a mind of its own before it landed on Nagi. “The fork has spoken!”

Nagi gave a little laugh, having expected it to be some sort of pointed game involving Echo or Sasuga due to their antics, but he eyed everyone at the table. “Well...I suppose I’d....fuck...” he bit the inside of his lip and gave an apologetic smile to Sasuga before redirecting his attention to her mate. “Mr. Perfect,” he said gesturing lightly to Coyote. “and well....be fucked by...” again he gave an expression to Sasuga saying he just couldn’t help himself “Echo....sorry Sasuga....what can I say? We have similar taste.” he said reaching to place his hand between Schuldig’s shoulder blades.

Gaultier pouted and looked to his husband speaking in French and giving Nagi a wink. “Oh you two were close seconds.” the telekinetic said humorously.

Echo chuckled and then looked to Gaultier. “Are we keeping score? Do I win if I’m most popular? What should the prize be?”

Gaultier laughed “Well, you get to fuck them all I guess”

Echo huffed and rolled his eyes “I’m exhausted thinking about it.” he joked. “Whose next?”

Gaultier closed his eyes, and performed the same display with the fork, this time with it landing on David. The Bull answered easily, he would fuck Nagi, the psychic looked pleased and interested, and he would choose to be fucked by Yaroslava.

The tigress looked to Echo and reached to pat his forearm. “Don’t wait up.” she joked.

Mercutio was next, choosing Gaultier to fuck, and Nagi to be fucked by. The psychic seemed delighted and laughed again. “Oh no! Do I have a reputation?” he asked. “Should I be flattered or scared?”

“With this crowd?” Echo asked “Probably both.”

The Magic fork landed on Raphael next, “Ah.” he said “am I immune from any employment retaliation?” he asked searching for both Yaro and Echo’s approval. They both assured him it was all in good fun and the wolf answered. “I have to go with forbidden fruit. Mr. Perfect and Miss Kotei.”

“Which one is which?” Gaultier asked for clarification.

Raphael hummed and looked between the two of them. “honestly....I’d be happy which ever way it turns out.”

Echo hummed, his grip tightening on Sasuga a little, feeling protective, but also imagining it. “Gaultier, is that allowed? You’re making the rules.”

The fox seemed to think about it for a moment. Then smiled deviously as he came up with his answer “How about this.....the choices need to pick for themselves?”

The Echoes of Love

[kiribaku-queen]

Hiii congratulation for 1000 followers! U deserve it! So i was thinking of bakugou!prohero a reader where he's always busy and always hv this photoshoot with these hot models or hot pro hero that made reader feel left out. And the last straw was when a newly magazine publish of him kissing other girls cheek (or mouth) (u do u;)) and thats when they had a bad fight that caused reader to run away. I would like it to be heavy angst with a happy ending. I love angst but after a heavy angst i like a happy ending to soothe my heart 😂 if u do choose this, gudluck!

Blinded by the Fame

Angst

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Thank you so so much for this request! I was actually so excited to do this piece because I already had an idea I wanted to use and this scenario was PERFECTO~! So painful yet so good!

Thank you for the congratulations and I hope this request met your needs! Please let me know your thoughts!

Who said dating an upcoming hero was going to be easy? It certainly wasn’t easy, not in the slightest. You definitely had hard days. There were times when it got so difficult that you wanted to quit. But was loving the hero worth it and fulfilling? Absolutely.

Bakugou Katsuki was the love of your life. Relationships were never easy. Couples always have obstacles and challenges they have to overcome. Even when you were in tears, screaming at each other at the top of your lungs, even if you gave each other the cold shoulder the entire week, nothing could replace the warmth that was Bakugou’s arms. You would never much refuse his touch every tine, but that wouldn’t stop Bakugou from having you in his arms every night, whispering sweet nothings in your ears despite all the things he said prior. And you would forgive him. Of course you would. How could you not?

But being with a rising hero came with bearing a lot of burden that you had to keep to yourself. You didn’t like how he was working all the time. You didn’t like how he came home bruised up, sometimes not even going to the hospital if it means not being able to see you for the night. You couldn’t bare seeing him like that. But that was part of his job and that was never going to change. So no matter how much you absolutely hated the sight, you let him do his hero work because that was what he loved to do. You couldn’t interfere with his dreams of becoming the number one hero.

But the thing that itched you the most was when Bakugou was forced to promotional shoots to get his name out there. The memory of when he first started made you laugh. Being the Bakugou that he was, he flat-out refused to do it. He didn’t like getting his picture taken. He’ll dress up once in a while, and when he does it’s real clean, but he wasn’t a fan of constantly dressing up. But when he finally let go and tried it once, he saw how much fan votes and popularity he was getting and eventually, would do more here and there.

And you didn’t mind if the shoots were by himself, but most of the time, they were with other pro-heroes or very attractive models. And that you feel insecure. How could it not? Your boyfriend getting close to other women while you looked nothing like these women? You didn’t have the body, the face, the money, or the fame these women brought to the table. You would never admit it, but you hated when other women were in the picture. And you hated when one of the women would be touching him. It left a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were so sure that he was going to leave you for one of them. But he proved his love by dropping down on one knee with the most gorgeous ring.

“Come with me to the shoot,” Bakugou proposed but you hesitated.

“I can just meet you at the restaurant,” you decided. The mention of being on set for one of his photoshoots seemed like a bad idea.

“I want to go together. It won’t even take long. One hour tops,” he swore and brought you by the waist, your body flushed against him. He takes your face in his hands and gently puts your foreheads together.

“I know you’ve been wanting to go to this restaurant forever. Let’s go together,” he whispers and you couldn’t help but fall for that voice over and over again.

“Okay,” you whispered back. He smiles at you, places a small kiss to your forehead, then your lips, before taking your hand to lead you to the car.

The set of the shoot was intimidating. People were running around everywhere, cameras were set in all positions, lights were blinding and hot, the space just looked so busy. And you felt like you didn’t belong. But Bakugou was so used to this kind of scene. He leads you to where the photographer and the director were talking.

“Ah, Pro-Hero Dynamite, you made it!” the director greeted your boyfriend. “Your stylist is in the next room. Go ahead and get changed and we’ll get started.” Bakugou nodded and turned to you.

“I’ll be right back,” Bakugou said and kissed you on the forehead. You watched as your boyfriend disappeared in the sea of people and then you were left all alone.

This was fine. You would just wait in the back patiently for him to be done. And then you two could enjoy a nice evening out at that fancy restaurant you’ve always been wanting to try. Just relax. You closed your eyes and took deep, but slow breaths. There was nothing to get worked up over. Afterall, it looked like Bakugou was doing this shoot by himself.

But you spoke too soon. Bakugou had appeared from the dressing room, looking all dashing and handsome. You felt your heart skip again. He was wearing a red shirt that was unbuttoned to the third button, exposing his broad and muscular chest. Over, he wore a black jacket with leather gloves and pants. His hair was styled slightly back, forehead showing. He was mesmerizing to look at. But shortly after his appearance, two women walked out behind him. Two gorgeous, fit, and slim women who wore skin tight, elegant dresses were doing the shoot with him. And for some reason, your heart began to hurt. The pang in your heart was constant that you had to beat at your chest to calm yourself down.

They were beautiful. And you had recognized one of the women: Pro-hero Miruko. You knew their history together. Bakugou had worked under Miruko during his school days and eventually worked along side with her after he graduated. You knew she was a flirt. She flirted with everybody. And that was fine, until she got alittle too touchy with your boyfriend. And that bothered you. But Bakugou was so used to her behavior that he didn’t even notice.

You couldn’t say anything. They are old time friends and co-workers. What? Are you supposed to say that he can’t be friends with her anymore just because you didn’t like it? And then you would look like the possessive girlfriend? You were fine with him being friends with other women, but they did make you nervous. Nervous because all the women he’s surrounded by are so unbelievably good looking, it put you to shame. Why would he want to be with you when he could have all these women to choose from?

But you tried to shake these negative thoughts away and playfully tugged at the ring on your ringer. There was a reason why he chose you. There was a reason why he gave you this ring. You shouldn’t think this way. But you couldn’t help it. You tried not to let it bother you, but in the end, it did. It really did. It bothered you so much that you couldn’t stop fidgeting.

You watched at Bakugou sat on the couch with both women on each side of him. His arms were lounging on the back of the couch while one girl sat next to him and Miruko stood behind him. Looking at his facial expressions, he didn’t seem interested in any of the girls. Which is a good sign?

And so the shoot started. Nothing else could be heard besides music playing in the background and the loud click of the camera. Everyone else was watching the shoot take place. Everything looked okay so far. Their outfits were scandalous but nothing scandalous was happening. The only directions the models were given was to look sexily at the camera. Bakugou delivered that perfectly with his go-to signature look. But now the photographer wanted more.

“Can the two women get a little closer, please?” the photographer asked and put his camera up to his face once more. The girls did what they were told and Bakugou didn’t even flinch. But you were growing nervous. There was more skin happening, more touching and it was making you uncomfortable. You gasped when you saw Miruko grab Bakugou by his chin to lift to towards her direction. Then she leans in, her lips ghosting over his ever so slightly, like they were about to kiss. Tears were spilling out and your cheeks heated up in anger until you finally exploded.

“Stop!” you yelled, stopping all production. Heads from all around turned to you. Mirko looked at you shocked and Bakugou was wide eyed with curiosity and concern. You gripped the handle of the purse that was slung around your shoulder, feeling anxious now that everyone was looking at you.

“Sorry, give me one moment,” Bakugou apologized to the staff. He got up, rushing towards you. He takes your hand and brings you in the dressing room. The door slammed shut and Bakugou turns to you in a huff.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed. With tears streaming down your face, you were shocked by his reaction. But you were going to stand your ground.

“I don’t like how she was touching you,” you say.

“It’s my job,” he sighs in exasperation.

“Well she should learn her boundaries, whether it’s a job or not. And if you respected me at all, you would tell her no,” you stated firmly. But all Bakugou did was roll his eyes.

“You’re overreacting.” You scoff and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Oh, I’m overreacting? Is it wrong that I don’t like when other women are touching you?” you started to raise your voice and talk back.

“Do I have to say it again? It’s my job. If I’m going to make it big, I have to do it. What? You think I like her? You think I was going to let her kiss me? It’s just for the pictures. Geez, how sensitive can you get?” he stabbed you right in a sensitive topic. You stayed silent because you weren’t expecting him to say that. The moment you think he’s going to stop there, he keeps going.

“I might need to save lots of women who are in danger. What? You don’t want me touching them? You’re going to get jealous because I’ll have some stranger in my arms? You’re afraid that she’s going to cling to me for dear life because I’m saving her? You don’t like that?!” he was practically screaming now.

“No! I don’t like that!” you screamed right back, giving back the same amount of energy. The tension in the air was so thick, anyone could feel it. Hell, they were all listening from outside and they felt uncomfortable with the ambiance of the situation. Both parties’ chests were heaving up and down from the labored breathing. And you just glared at each other. Bakugou turns away from you, breaking the ice.

“Fine. If you’re going to be this jealous, then maybe… maybe we shouldn’t be together,” he said. That was it. That was when your heart broke into a million pieces. You felt like if you stood there any longer, you would have suffocated.

“Fine,” you whisper. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. With teary eyes and a heavy heart, you tighten your jaw as you take off your engagement ring, wiggling it off your finger and then setting it down on the counter beside you. The sound of the metal hitting the hard desk was loud enough for Bakugou to hear, but he still chose not to turn to you. You thought that maybe, just maybe, if he turned around and said he didn’t mean it, then you would have been okay. You would have forgave him for those mean things he said. And then you would have apologized to him. But he looked set on his decision.

Without another word, you turned around and sped out of that building, tears never stopping. Everyone saw you go. Miruko laid her sad eyes on you and her broke for you. Shortly after, Bakugou walks back to the couch, plopping down with a huff.

“Let’s continue,” he says begrudgingly. But nobody moves, still shell-shocked about yousr argument. But this causes Bakugou to explode.

“Are you not going to start? Let’s get on with it!!” he hollers and everyone rushes like mice to get back to production. Bakugou lets out a long sigh, face in a permanent frown.

Miruko sits on the back of the couch and looks down at her old friend. She could tell that he was hurting just as much as you, if not more.

“Idiot~” Miruko sang.

“Ha?” Bakugou glared up at his past mentor. Mirko looked at her nails, not paying mind to the hot head who was on the verge of exploding.

“You need to go apologize,” she told him, more like ordered him to.

“Like it’s my fault.”

“You didn’t take her feelings into consideration,” Miruko pointed out, silencing Bakugou on the spot. “If she was feeling a little jealous, then her feelings are totally valid. You need to do something about it and make her feel like she doesn’t need to worry about anything.” Bakugou was only getting more annoyed.

“Whatever. It’s just business. If she can’t understand that, then we don’t need to be together,” he tried to convince himself. But that only hurt himself more.

“Whatever my ass. Then if you can’t be a good boyfriend and comfort her instead of making her feel insecure, then she doesn’t need you. She can find a better man who treats her good.”

“I do treat her good,” Right?

“Oh yes, I can tell,” Miruko said sarcastically. But in all seriousness, she knew he was hurting and she was trying to give advice from a woman’s perspective, but he is so stubborn and hard-headed that he doesn’t want to admit that he was in the wrong.

“Look, you let her go home like that right now, you’re not going to get her back. Go after her,” she advices on a serious note. Bakugou takes a moment to think but it’s all too much. He ruffles his hair and shoots up from the couch.

“Fuck this shit. I’m not doing this anymore,” he announces and storms out of the building. But not before shoving the metal jewelry in his pant pocket.

You didn’t know where you were going. You just walked and walked until you wind up somewhere. And god, you were so hungry. But you couldn’t go to that fancy restaurant that Bakugou had already made reservations for. God forbid he walks in while you were eating. And with another woman? How embarrassing. You couldn’t use his name or his fame anymore. You didn’t want to go back home. What if he shows up at your place? It probably wasn’t likely. He said he was done with you. You left the ring back with him. You guys were over. He wouldn’t show up uninvited. He has no reason to. You didn’t have money on you. You didn’t have any mode of transportation. The only think you had was your phone but the battery can only last so long. So you continued on walking until you hit a park and sat down on one of the benches. You were left alone to bathe in your thoughts until the set sun.

“Where the fuck did she go?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. He checked all the alleyways, in between streets, high and low, but he couldn’t spot you. No matter how he was frustrated he was feeling, he started to get nervous. He wondered if you were okay and safe right now. You hadn’t eaten all day. Wait. There’s no way…

“Hi. Reservation for 2. Under Bakugou,” Bakugou told the hostess. He arrived at the restaurant, in hopes that you came in. But when the hostess said that you hadn’t shown up, his shoulders deflated. Back to square one. So if you weren’t here, then where were you? Had you eaten yet?

Trying his luck, he went to your apartment, but after many attempts, you didn’t open the door. You could either by ignoring him or you weren’t home yet. Knowing you, you probably weren’t home. Then he was going to wait until you came home. Taking a seat next to your door, Bakugou waited. And he was going to wait until he could see your face.

You watched as happy couples and families walked by you, having the time of their lives. You smiled sadly seeing all their smiles and laughter. How you wish you could be like that. But now you don’t even know if or when that was going to be possible. That was all you wanted. Was to be happy. You didn’t want to be in this rabbit hole of sadness. You didn’t want anybody to pity you just because you were crying. But you did long for somebody to listen to you. For somebody to tell you that it was going to be okay and that you are loved. Love… You wanted someone to love you. He just wasn’t the one for you. Then who is? Will you ever find it? Was this your only chance and you ruined it all just because you couldn’t help but feel jealous?

Stupid.

Stupid (y/n).

You always ruin everything in your life. The one time you got something good, it’s gone in an instant. You knew it was too good to be true. But there’s no going back now. It already happened and now you have to move on.

By the time you noticed, the sun had already set and darkness fell upon you. You wanted to stay longer. You debated whether or not you were going to sleep on the park bench. But after recalling new articles of kidnappings happening around the country recently, you decided to go home.

It took you a while to go home. You walked as slow as you could, taking your sweet time returning back to your apartment. All you want to do is snuggle up in bed and go to sleep. You were so exhausted. Mentally, physically and emotionally. You just needed some rest and then you can worry more in the morning. You were coming up to your apartment and saw a person sitting on the floor what looked like in front of your apartment door. No. But there’s no way.

Blonde hair.

That was all it took for you to turn back, go down those stairs and back to the park. You couldn’t face him right now. You were already broken up so why was he there? He said all he needed to say so why was he there?

You thought you were being sneaky but Bakugou caught you. He saw you going back down those stairs and he immediately got up and chased after you.

“(y/n)!” he called out to you but you ignored him. The sound of his voice made your heart clench.

“(y/n)!” he called again, but louder. Again, you continued to ignore him.

“(y/n)!” he called for the last time, this time grabbing your arm. But you shook him as fast as he grabbed you.

“No, leave me alone,” you managed to say. Just keep on walking. Maybe if you walk long and far enough, he’ll give up. But he wasn’t giving up.

“(y/n), stop!” he grabbed you again, yet this time tighter so you couldn’t escape. Then he traps you in between him and the wall, forcing you to face him.

“Stop! Let me go! Leave me alone!” you cry. Your tear stained face and puffy eyes broke Bakugou’s heart. He did this to you. Fuck. He was the worst. You thrashed around, forcing him to let go, hitting him to push him away. Anything so he could get away from you.

Bakugou let you hit him. He deserved it. Every hit that you take at him, he deserved. Slowly but surely, he pulled you in for a hug. You were so drained that you let him. And as soon as you were in his embrace and your cheek hit his chest, you cried. You let it all out and didn’t stop. Bakugou didn’t say anything. He just held you, patting your head until you calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He kissed the top of your head and rested his head there. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He continued to say. Your cries were muffled by being buried in his chest.

You held onto him tight, continuing to cry your heart out. You thought you were never going to see him again. You thought you were never going to hold him again. Or smell him. You world was crashing down on you but was slowly being put together again.

“Do you want to go inside?” he asks you softly. Your voice was too hoarse and sore from all the crying, so you nodded your head, not letting go of him. Bakugou got the hint and picked you up princess style and led you into the house. There was going to be a lot of talking happening soon in that tiny apartment. It was going to be a long night.

[gaiuswrites]

World's Best

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!Reader

Summary: Not every day is easy. Frankie makes it better.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.2k~

Warnings/tags: smut, vague-ish descriptions of depression/mental health, hurt/comfort, fluff

Notes: Do y'all ever get into a funk and then attempt to write yourself out of one? Well, this is the v self-indulgent product of said instance heh. I have tagged a random assortment of potentionally interested people but obvi no pressure? idk? :) Sending so much love and well wishes to you guys. x

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A sea of knotted sheets spans between you—as tangled as your legs—too tired, too leaden to unweave. The fan rotates in the corner, blowing stale air your way every few clicks. You dangle a foot off the bed, skin prickling as the weak breeze sweeps over you and a bead of sweat licks from your knee to slope down your calf. Morning sun leaks through the window— the finch perched on the tree just outside it chirping once, twice, before flitting off.

You’ve been reading the Sunday paper for a solid twenty minutes—which, in all honesty, is an overstatement; you started and quickly abandoned the Sudoku after a measly ten, and you’ve been staring at the same sentence in the local section for the other half, blinklessly hovering over the fine print.

You’re not here today. Not all of you.

There’s this sinking feeling, hollowing you out and unmaking you. It’s as if something unseeable is oozing over you - dripping - something treacle, something thick. You’re far away from yourself—far from the cornflower blue walls and the framed photos hanging on them—the happy faces in the pictures smiling back at you— far from the plants basking in the tines of filtered light by the sill, far from the body lying beside you.

You’re not always this way. Not every day drags like an inky smear, your mind meandering sluggishly in circles, holding you hostage in a prison of your own making; but you can’t say it’s foreign to you either. It’s old, familiar—like that sweater in your closet you’ve had for centuries and rarely wear, but can’t bring yourself to get rid of. You know it well, this slog—you have unwillingly memorized it’s sodden intricacies, and today you feel it. You feel every single one of your days—each grey hour— weighing heavy on your very bones.

heavy heavy

heavier, still.

If you’re not careful, you’ll sink straight through the mattress. You’ll nestle deep into the springs and make a home in the down. You’ll sleep there until you become it. Comfortable. Catatonic.

Frankie sips his coffee. He doesn’t look up from the email he’s skimming. “What’s wrong?”

The baritone of your boyfriend’s voice sucks you back to the present—to the tick of the clock marking the seconds, the whir of the fan. The paper crinkles as you lay it to your chest—big eyes feigning ignorance as you blink up at him, chewing your lip. “Hmm?”

“Baby, I know that face.”

“What face?”

“The one you’ve got on,” he replies, “that’s your ‘I’m-upset-and-I’m-trying-to-hide-it’ face.’”

“I-” you frown, “no it’s not.” Gingerly, you pat a hand around your temple, your cheek, as if you could see your expression through touch.

“Uh huh.” Frankie rolls his digit upon the mousepad, clicking and scrolling down the webpage, and your vision glazes over again—ugly thoughts fogging up the panels of your mind—

“You gonna talk to me about it?”

You blink, swallowing, “nothing to talk about.” You flap the paper, ironing out the pleats, and scan for that pesky paragraph you never managed to finish.

“Mhm,” he replies absentmindedly, bringing the mug to his lips and drinking with an all too obvious slurp.

“Really, I’m fine,” you say weakly. You’re not that convincing—you barely convince yourself.

“Sure, sweetheart. If you say so.”

He’s too casual; he’s letting it all go too easily and God, he’s gotten good at this—at coaxing the truth out of you. He doesn’t even have to try any more. He’s so kind and open and sincere, all he has to do is crack the door ajar—tempt you with an inch of space, with only a sliver of leeway—and immediately you want to plunge through it and chase after him, like a dog and a bone.

He makes you want to share; not because of what he says, but by everything he doesn’t—the welcoming gaps he leaves you with, the gaps you’re urged to fill. This happens every time—it’s pretty damn annoying, actually. You’re so miserably predictable. After three and a half years together, sometimes you think Frankie might know you better than you know yourself.

A scary thought—wonderful, too.

“I’m just-” You run a hand over your face, pressing into the bridge of your nose and you grunt, frustrated. Exhausted. “I’m just tired.”

Frankie settles his coffee cup on the hill of his sternum, closing his laptop quietly. He swivels his head to you, hair mussing into the wall.

“Of anything in particular?” he asks, linen soft.

“No, yes—I don’t know,” you heave—an errant thing fluttering around in your chest as you fold the newspaper, letting it float to the floor with a splat. “It’s just-” you worry the inside of your cheek raw, fumbling with the blur of your emotions. You shake your head. “It’s just a bad brain day.” Your voice is small as you slump into him, letting your body go limp.

“I’m sorry I get like this. I’m okay—I’ll be okay,” you mumble, face burrowed into his arm. He smells summered, like sweat and heat and the promise of long days fading into even longer nights, and you take a heady drag, inhaling his scent.

You hear him sigh, stretching as he sets the mug and computer down on the side table. He shifts back to you, snaking an arm under your body as you coil your own around his center, hugging him close.

“You know, it’s alright if you’re not,” Frankie murmurs into your hair, planting a kiss at the crown of your head. “And you know you don’t have to hide from me when you aren’t.” His thumb finds your arm, the chewed nail bed scratching soothing circles along your skin.

Your gut somersaults, flipping and purring, and all you can do is press your lips to the cottoned shoulder of his tee shirt—the one with the holes in the collar and motor oil stain on the hem; all you can do is tighten your grasp, wringing around his cozy waist.

“And you know that nothing you say is gonna scare me away, right? I’m always going to be here for you.” Frankie gives your forearm a reassuring squeeze.

God, this man.

You nuzzle further into his chest—snuggled and swaddled in the safety of his warmth—and you mumble something incoherent, muffled against his relaxed body. His beard catches on your fly-aways as he dips to hear you better. “What was that honey?”

“I said,” you crane your neck, lifting out of his side, “you really are the ‘world’s best uncle’.”

A ripple of confusion twists over his features before you bat your eyes up to meet his, shooting a glance over to that exact phrase wrapping itself around the ceramic cup beside him.

You got stuck with it at some terrible white elephant exchange last Christmas. It’s fucking tacky and aggressively large—not even you - you, in all your caffeine dependency - can chug that much coffee fast enough in one sitting without it going cold— and neither of you have any nieces or nephews to speak of…

Naturally, it’s become your favorite mug.

Frankie barks out a laugh, his stomach flexing against your grasp. “Oh yeah? Is that all I am?” he smirks, a glint of mischievousness reflecting in his irises as he bores down at you.

You quirk an eyebrow, a coy tug blooming across your lips. “I dunno,” you drawl sweetly, “you going to prove me otherwise?”

His face is split into a grin now, wide and aching and unnecessarily endearing. His hair is a mess, wavy tufts jutting out every which way, and his eyelids are still puffy from what little slumber he was lucky enough to get in your hot, cramped apartment.

You really can’t keep putting it off—you need to buy an AC unit.

His focus dances from your eyes to your mouth, breath hitching as he watches you skip your tongue over the plush mound there. “I just might,” he growls playfully, maneuvering you onto your back with one broad swoop, pinning you to the bed.

/

He makes love to you like a man unburdened - untouched - by time. He fucks into you slowly, unhurriedly—at a pace that’s mind numbingly measured and patient. Frankie devastates you, dragging himself through your walls from head to hilt, letting you feel every ridge, every vein of him; filling you up so impossibly well—his thick cock sauntering in and out, and in and out again. Each roll of his hips makes you gasp, his blunt tip brushing against that deep, uncharted chasm within you that tempts you into oblivion. Your legs are locked around him, crossed at the ankles, and the perspiration at the pits of your knees slicks his sides.

Frankie’s palms dimple the fitted sheet as he brackets your head, burying himself into the crook of your neck. He moans—hot breath ghosting over the prickled skin there, babbling disjointed strings of guttural praise into your ear.

Fuck baby—fuck you feel good

How’d I get so lucky, how’d I-

God, you’re a— fuck

You’ve got the perfect pussy—made for me

Made for me, made for me, made for-

You turn your head and capture his mouth with your own, whimpering into him as he nips at your bottom lip and bites. You scrape your fingers through his scalp, pulling at his locks, and Frankie whines a tortured noise—giving an especially hard thrust that pries a yelp from your throat. He rears his head back, catching your gaze, a concerned line creased into his brow. “Y-You okay?”

“No- nono, yes Frankie. Again, right there,” you beg, lashes fluttering.

He darkens—the timbre of his voice made husky and raw as he drinks in the sights and sounds of you mewling for him, splayed and needy. “You like that?” Frankie drives into you again, sharp and searing as he bottoms out, the smattering of curls at the base of him soaked with your gloss. “You need it hard, baby? You want it rough?”

You whimper, clawing desperately at the nape of his neck. “I just—I just want you, all of you,” you pant as you hold his stare—the gorgeous, chestnut gleam of it—and the wordless expression that crests over his features makes you want to cry. The precious indent in his cheek, the stubble littering his jaw, his sculpted nose and clever lips, the sad rings under his eyes—the grooves he thinks you don’t notice, the grooves he tries to mask by always taking care of you, always putting you first, even when he shouldn’t.

Fuck, he’s so beautiful—he’s so beautiful you could weep.

“You have me,” he rasps breathlessly, bowing to meet you in a messy whirl of tongue and teeth before breaking away—forcing himself up off his hands and back onto his shins. He hooks an elbow under your knee, letting the other frame the outside of his hip. “I’m right here—you have me, you have me-”

Frankie’s hips are frantic now, pulsing in short, strong bursts as he grinds into you. He dips a hand to your center, pad of his thumb working erratic, sloppy flicks over the sensitive nub of your swollen clit. Your feet arch, the muscles there constricting as the tension in you mounts.

“Babe.” You’re whining now, vulnerable and shaking and fuck, you’re going to come apart—any moment now, any unbearable second, you’ll snap. “F-Frankie, baby oh god—”

You clamp a hand over your mouth, eyes screwing shut as you shatter. Like a vase crashing onto kitchen tile, you break into a million jagged fragments. Your cunt seizes, legs spasming against him as he fucks you through your orgasm, and it doesn’t take long for the tight contractions of your heat to yank him right off that same ledge. The both of you—tumbling and fracturing into terrible, perfect shards—to be intermingled and scattered among each other’s glass pieces.

Indiscernible. The same.

When you glue yourself back together again, you will find parts of him there - here, within you - filling your jigsawed cracks like golden ore.

Frankie slips out of you with a squelch and a huffed groan, collapsing to the mattress in a panting heap. His cum dribbles from your apex and you shiver at the feeling of it—at the feeling of him, warm and wet and lingering inside you. He rests his cheek on your breast while you both catch your breath—rising, falling. Waxing, waning. Two pitter-pattering hearts beating in time.

The sheets have been sloughed, lazy and forgotten, to a crumpled pile on the wood floor and the steam once rising from the mug on the nightstand has long since disappeared. It’s too muggy for you two to be this entwined—his leg draped over you, a big arm slung across your belly—but neither of you dare move. Neither of you have the energy, never mind the desire.

The clock whispers in the morning quiet.

A new bird claims the branch the finch left—she sings now, roosting there in the birch.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur sleepily, drawing patterns into the valley of his spine, mapping out his freckles and moles and scars. “Thank you,” you say. Thank you for putting up with me, thank you for understanding me, thank you for listening even when I cannot speak. “I love you so much.”

Gently, silently, Frankie tilts his head, bristled hair peppering your flesh as he mattes your skin with his lips; laving along your breasts, across your clavicle and up the plain of your neck—each kiss a response, each kiss a truth.

You don’t have to apologize

You don’t have to thank me

I love you

I love you

I’m right here

I love you

tags:

@pedros-mustache @roxypeanut @frannyzooey @djarinsbeskar @read-and-rec @keeper0fthestars @krissology @greatcircle79

[wearebothdrunk]

hey!! Can you do a pillow talk fic with sebastian stan?

yes, of course!

Pillow talk 

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word counting: 1712

Warnings: Smut; some fluff

Summary: Some pillow talk with you and sebastian

A/N: Thank you sm for the request! i loved the idea. i had to add some other things because i´m not creative enough to write a lot of pillow talk lmao. But hope you liked anyway. Also, this is the first time i write smut so i´m sorry if this is to awkward.

disclamer: If the Romanian quote it´s misspelled, please send me a message i took it from google translator.

Tag: @dpr-hoe

* gif not mine*

You and Sebastian were at the Marvel Studios all day because he had to do a lot of photoshoots for the new series "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier", in which your boyfriend was the protagonist.

You loved to be able to be with Sebastian in his work, but after 3 hours you were super tired.

"If you want, you can go home. Take the keys, I'll take an Uber," he said, grabbing your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead and handing you the keys.

" I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle another hour and go with you," you told him handing him back the keys.

"Okay love, but at least go get something to eat"

"Okay dad" you mocked him.

When he was going to tell you something, you got interrupted by his manager. "I hate to interrupt, but they need you Sebastian for one last shot." His face dropped.

"You need to go," you said trying to give him motivation.

"Okay," he said in a sad voice.

He gave you one last kiss and left for the session.

Sebastian was always very worried about you when you went to one of his sessions or interviews because they left him exhausted, so he didn't want you to feel the same way he did.

You decided to go and buy his favorite dessert to cheer him up, tiramisu. ( i searched that lmao)

you went to a store that you knew nearby to buy some.

By the time you got back, Sebastian was being photographed wearing Bucky's suit and the Cap's shield. He looked damn hot.

"Okay guys, let's take a quick break"

Sebastian ran to you.

"You disappeared for a moment. Is everything okay?" he said giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Yeah, I just went to get some food like you told me to."

" oh okay. Two more pictures and I´m all yours," he said smiling and kissing you again.

"I bought your favorite! "

He looked at you confused until you showed him a bag with a box of Tiramisu.

"TIRAMISU" he shouted laughing " this honestly made my day. thank you babe!" he said putting his two hands behind your neck and kissing you passionately.

"I think I have to buy you some more tiramisu han," you said giggling

"Aren't you going to eat now?" you asked him as he put the tiramisu back in the bag.

"I prefer to eat it on you" he whispered

It took you a moment to realize. "Wait... What?" you said

"I have to go, two more pictures."

You smiled. Did Sebastian Stan just said what you think he said?!

* 30 minutes later*

"I'm ready. let's go home".

*when you arrived home*

As you passed your door´s house, you were pulled into Sebastian's arms, leaving a small, almost non-existent, space between your lips and his. You giggled and he kissed you deeply. You both took off your shoes. He began to remove your clothes, starting with your jacket, leaving it on the floor, which you both stepped over. You made all of this without taking your lips from each other. As more you went up the stairs, the more undressed you became. You both arrived in the bedroom with only your underwear on.

"Where's the tiramisu?" he said in between the kiss.

"Why do you need the tiramisu?" you said pretending not to know.

you pulled him back in for another kiss. He pushed the kiss away making you moan.

"Y/n, the tiramisu?" he said impatiently

"downstairs" you mumbled

He pushed you, softly, onto the bed, making you be lying down.

"Wait here," he said in the middle of the kiss and got up.

" don't be long"

Seconds later he was already in the room again with the bag of tiramisu. He set it down on the bed and went straight to you for another kiss.

"God I missed you," you said

"I was only gone a few seconds," he said giggling

" Yeah, but for someone that is horny, that feels like hours" you pulled him in for another kiss.

He began to remove your panties and bra leaving only your necklace on.  You began to put your fingers under his boxers to pull them off for good.

"I want to fuck you so bad y/n" he whispered.

"Then fuck me," you said.

He began to run his lips all over your body, making you moan.

When he got close to your sensitive area, you could feel his breath. You put your hands tangled in his hair preparing yourself for what was coming, but to your surprise, he stopped.

"What? Really," you said in frustration.

" calm down babe. I'm not done yet."

You saw him grab the bag with the tiramisu you bought him.

" Really?" you said

He started to take the lid off and put a spoon inside taking a little bit to taste.

"This is really good y/n," he said with a pleased look on his face.

He started to lean towards you.

" do you want to taste it?" he asked you with a smirk

" okay"

he put a small piece of the dessert in your mouth getting you all dirty.

"Oh sorry, let me clean it up" he leaned in for a kiss and created a sensation that you never felt before.

you giggled.

"It tastes so much better on you babe," he said

he started to take some more, getting ready to put it in your belly and the rest of your body.

"Do you want it?" he asked to make sure you were comfortable.

You looked at him without answering. You could feel your heart beating and were sure that he could hear it too.

"That's okay babe, we can just save it for the movie"

you grabbed his hand. "no, I want Seb" you said.

"Are you sure?" he asked again

" yes"

As he heard those words coming from your mouth, he continued what he was doing before.

As soon as you felt the dessert touch your belly you let out a little moan.

" it's cold," you said giggling

He put it in all the pleasured places of your body. When it finally got close to your core you started to moan louder.

" Seb..." you said as you felt his lips sucking the mess he has done on you.

" God, I love you sm," he said in between your moans.

When he was ready, he posed the tiramisu on the bedside table, kissing you again.

" You are so beautiful" he whispered.

he started giving you kisses on the neck, driving you insane.

"I want you, Seb"

"I want you more" he whispered putting his cock inside of you.

you both moan.

As he moved in and out of you, your breaths became heavier.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he said after a few minutes

"God Seb, I'm gonna come too"

he started to go deeper and faster, making you come first

" oh god, you´re beautiful baby" he let out in his moans.

You started to moan louder when he finally came.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he lay down on your side.

You put your head on his shoulder and one of your legs on top of his.

"That was good," you said, looking up into his eyes.

He smiled, " yeah, it was a very good baby," he said pulling your hair away from your face.

"Why were you so nervous when I asked you to do... you know what," he asked you

" Oh, it was nothing," you said, clearly lying to him.

"Babe, the truth please. you can feel free to talk to me about that kind of stuff. You are my pattern, I don't want to put you in uncomfortable situations. "

"You didn't put me in an uncomfortable situation. I liked it, a lot." you giggled and he smiled. "But I was just afraid I wasn't up to your expectations in sex, you know? You're the first person I've ever had a real relationship with. Before you, I only had a one-night stand, which I regret. "

"Babe, you're always higher than my expectations. sex is not what I  most like about being with you, although it is great. I asked you if you wanted to do it because I feel we have that intimacy. I've never felt as comfortable with anyone as I do with you," he said.

You smiled and held him tighter.

You started talking and talking about everything and nothing. You felt comfortable with each other after all your feeling for him was unique.

"Say something in Romanian," you asked him

"what do you want me to say"

"I don't know, something"

" hmm, vreau să am o familie cu tine" he said smiling at you.

" That was hot," you said and he laughed.

" I'm sure that's a stupid or dirty sentence by your reaction," you said smiling.

" I said I want to have a family with you,"

You were speechless, did he really felt that way?

"and I mean it" he added. "But I don't want to pressure you or anything, let's do it when you feel read-."

he was interrupted with your lips pressed against his. "Let's do it." you said

He looked at you and you could see his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"are you, are you sure, I mean-"

"yes, that's all I want with you"

he got on top of you and you giggled. " I love you y/n"

"I love you too Sebastian Stan" and then he kissed you again.

" you could teach him Romanian," you said

" him?" he giggled.

" yes!!"

" no, first a girl and then a boy," he said smiling at you.

" Two kids?" you asked him

" well, yes, a boy and a girl, but if you don't want-"

" Two boys and one girl," you told him

" hell no," he said laughing

You spent the whole night arguing and laughing about your future making you both realize that this was all you wanted for life.

( they had two boys and one girl haha)

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[missymurphy1985]

Nobody's Perfect (part7)

Will Liane crash the wedding?

Warning - angst / injury

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers

You woke in Cillian's childhood bedroom to the sound of his alarm going off. Fortunately he had a double bed, even though the way the two of you curled into each other, a single would've been fine.

"Morning beautiful lady..." He always woke you up like that, with a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

"Morning handsome. How you feeling about your baby sister getting married?"

"Weird. She's still 7 in my head. It's really odd!"

"She was telling me about her dress last night, it sounds beautiful."

"I'm sure it will be. Come on, me mother will be downstairs already fretting and I'm gonna be kicked out in 30minutes so you women can do whatever it is you women do before a wedding..."

"Am I not coming with you?"

"Nope. I'm going to be with the other groomsmen making sure Damien doesn't do a runner."

You laughed and dragged yourselves out of bed to get ready.

You'd arrived at the venue with 5 minutes to spare. Everyone, including Cillian, would be inside waiting for the bride. You headed into the toilets to touch your lipstick up before heading inside to wait yourself. Walking in, you noticed a blond woman doing the same as you. You smiled warmly, but she didn't return it. Not everyone in his family is as friendly as the others, clearly.

Thinking no more of it, you applied your lipstick and headed back to the wedding. Spotting Cillian at the front adjusting Damien's cravat, your heart soared. He looked incredible in his navy blue groomsman suit, combined with an ivory shirt and red rose boutonnière. His Peaky haircut only added to the attraction.

Silé and her father entered the room as A Thousand Years by Christina Perri played softly on the piano in the corner. You couldn't help but watch Cillian as he winked at his sister walking towards him and Damien at the altar. He wasn't just a groomsman, he was the best man. And what a best man he was. He nudged Damien, and he turned round, tears in his eyes as he watched his soon-to-be wife approach him. Cillian caught your eye and he smiled.

The ceremony over, it was time for drinks on the large patio area outside. You were stood talking to Cillian's youngest sister Orla when two hands wrapped themselves round your waist, and a pair of lips on your neck.

"Hey beautiful..." Orla made a vomit face, making you laugh as you turned and faced him.

"My word Mr Murphy, don't you scrub up well?"

"Not so bad yourself there." He held you at arms length, admiring the floor length light blue summer dress you'd chosen.

"Does this mean there's going to be an epic best man's speech from you then?"

"Yep. Had it written for months. Plan on embarrassing the shit out my little sister - perfect revenge for the stories I'm sure she told you last night." He smirked.

You were sat next to Cillian's other siblings at the wedding breakfast - there was a seat spare anyway - this wedding was three years in the planning, that seat would have been Liane's when it was put together. Silé had left it empty on the off chance her brother would find someone. Eventually, the time came for Cillian's speech. He took the microphone, and stood. Starting with the obligatory thanking everyone for coming, before cracking jokes about how he used to play practical jokes on his sister, and how he'd set her up on a blind date with Damien six years earlier. Liane got a mention - only to say that Damien setting him up with his sister 6 years earlier than that hadn't exactly gone to plan.

"I've only just forgiven you for that," he smiled, earning a laugh from the crowd. He made eye contact with you, and was about to speak before a voice from the back of the room interrupted him.

"Wasn't all that bad now, was it Cillian?" The room fell silent, you saw Cillian's face turn white as a sheet. Turning round, you saw the blond lady from the toilets earlier... It couldn't be...

"Can't have all been bad, you married me after 6 months of dating, didn't you?" Cillian cleared his throat, determined not to ruin his sister's wedding day.

"Liane, come on.." Orla took her shoulder and tried to walk her out of the room, but she was shoved violently away and hit the floor. Cillian had seen enough at that point and made his way over, pulling Orla off the floor and glaring at Liane.

"You need to leave, now, before I make you leave.." he seethed.

"Doesn't 12 years of marriage mean anything to you?!"

"Liane this is my sister's wedding day! We're not doing this now!"

"And who's this little slut you've brought with you, huh?" She turned to you, glaring as she made her way over. You were frozen to your seat as she picked up a wine glass and smashed it off the side of the table. Cillian shouted for someone to call the police as he grabbed her from behind and pulled her backwards onto a table. He managed to pin her to the floor, holding her hands up, writhing against him trying to get at you.

"Can someone take over.." he groaned, as Padraig grabbed her arms, another man had her legs. Cillian stumbled backwards, and you saw him clutch at his abdomen, blood on his hands and over his shirt. It was then you realised she wasn't holding the glass anymore..

"Someone call an ambulance!"

*************************************************************

You'd been waiting at the hospital for hours. As soon as he'd arrived he'd gone straight in for surgery. You'd gone in the ambulance with him, his mum and dad followed in the car. Everyone else stayed to give the police statements after Liane had been arrested.

His mum was holding your hand in the private room when the doctor finally came in.

"We managed to get all the glass shards out, and stitched him up. It went deep - a few centimetres to the left and she would have hit an artery. He'll need to stay for a couple of days so we can keep an eye on him, but he's awake now. He's asking for y/n?" His mum squeezed your hand. The doctor led you through to his room and you took a breath before going in. He was lying on the bed, wires in his arms and a sleepy look in his eyes, but he still shot you a smile.

"Feels like I'm filming 28 Days Later all over again," he smirked.

"You scared the shit out of me Cill..." The tears finally fell, you'd held them back up to this point but you couldn't stop them now. You sat next to his bed and held his hand, sobbing into it as he stroked your hair with his other hand.

"Just a scratch y/n. Better that than what I thought was gonna happen."

"There was so much blood..."

"She did a good job didn't she? Fuck it hurts..." He chuckled and immediately regretted it.

"Can you get my mam?" You nodded and went to fetch her. She came into to room and kissed Cillian's head lightly.

"Mam, y/n is good to stay with you til I'm outta here, right?"

"Not even a question son, you know that! Plenty of old photo albums I can show her." She smirked. So that's where he got that from...

"On second thoughts, maybe you should head to my place in Dublin..." He laughed nervously.

"Mrs Murphy I don't want to be a bother..."

"Shh now, I won't hear another word of it. You'll stay with us as long as you need to." You kissed Cillian's hand, a few tears still falling down your cheeks.

"Don't wind up the nurses Cill..." You warned, his mother told you the last time he was in hospital he spent the majority of the tine doing just that.

"Won't be flirting with them this time though at least." You raised an eyebrow, his mum slapped his shoulder.

Back at his mum's house, you'd settled on the sofa, his Dad on the armchair still in a bit of a daze and his mum bringing you a glass of wine.

"How's Silé and Damien?" You asked as she sat down next to you.

"They're more concerned about Cillian than the wedding - as long as he's okay, they're okay."

"Was she always crazy? Liane?"

"Not at first. She was a sweetheart. Once they got married and Cillian became more famous, she changed. Became possessive over him. Always checking up on him, making sure he wasn't having his way with co-stars... Ironic really!" She laughed.

"I'm so sorry for all of this... She wouldn't have done it if I'd not been there..."

"Not another word of it - the woman's a nutcase. This isn't your fault at all. I haven't seen my son this happy for years - and I mean it. If anything, I thank you for that." She took your hand as you welled up, and pulled you into a huge hug.

"You've all been so wonderful... Sorry I keep crying, my emotions are all over the place..."

"Understandable, it's been a hell of a day. Take yourself off.to get some rest. I'll wake you in the morning, we can go see Cillian. Maybe a spot of shopping after, what do you say?"

You grinned, and nodded. Saying goodnight you headed upstairs. Getting into bed, you sent a text to Cillian.

"Hope you're okay? I'm heading to bed, love you X"

He didn't reply but you figured he was probably resting, until his dad shouted up the stairs.

"Y/n??!!!" You rushed out of bed and ran downstairs.

"What's wrong?"

"Cillian's in a bad way, we need to get to the hospital now..."

[comfy-whumpee]

Birdhouse: Morning Drinks

Whumptober Alt 15: Anxiety. CN: BBU, conditioning.

Tagging with love: @neuro-whump​, @rosesareviolentlyread​, @whumper-in-training​, @mylifeisonthebookshelf

Two hands reached for the kettle as it clicked off, bubbling merrily to itself with a completed boil. One hand, pale pink and bony with a scar across the knuckles, hesitates, then pulls back. The other, brown and freckled faintly, nails in perfect blunt curves, flinches away immediately.

“Sorry,” Tenten and Roman tell each other simultaneously.

Neither of them step away from the kettle. They lock eyes, blue and brown on brown.

“I can make it,” Roman says in his whispering voice. “It’s my job.”

Tenten’s nerves disappear behind a happy smile. “Don’t worry, I c-c-can take c-c-are of it.”

Roman looks like he doesn’t want his own mouth to object, and he manages to swallow it, just briefly… Then he tries again. “I like,” he pulls his hands in towards himself, pressing them into his stomach. “I like making it for the others.”

“That’s okay,” Tenten replies quickly. “You should, should n-not repeat, do what you had t-t-to do there.”

Avis looks up from her cereal, deeming that too flagrant to ignore. “That’s not strictly true, Tenten. If Roman isn’t ready to let go of what he used to do, he doesn’t have to. It’s a process. You know that yourself.”

Tenten looks down, shoulders hunching at being called out. His hands curl up, and then relax. “I understand. Sorry, Roman.”

“I’m sorry too,” Roman whispers.

They stand in silence. Tenten, in his dress shirt and red neckerchief, looks ready for a picture-perfect picnic, but for the twitch in his hand. Roman, buried in a soft baby-blue cardigan, white-blond hair straggled around his face, looks like he just woke up.

Both of them have been awake since dawn.

Avis gets up, going to the kettle. “For today, I’m going to make the drinks, alright? You two have a talk about how you want to share the job. Both of you should get to do what helps you feel comfortable. You could alternate mornings, do half each, or work something else out. Take a seat.”

Both of them stare at her as she pours water into the mugs, clearly both desperate to object to her cavalier coffee preparation skills. Avis ignores them and moves away to get a teaspoon. After a moment, they sit down at the table. Roman, taller and thinner, buries his hands in his cardigan and keeps his eyes on the sturdy wood. Tenten keeps the perfect posture he always does, hands folded neatly and making steady eye contact.

“My morning rout-tine means I do the c-c-coffee and t-tea,” Tenten begins with a hint of nerves underneath his kind explanation. “You don’t have t-t-, t-to.”

“But I like it.” Roman doesn’t look up. It’s how he talks whenever he’s nervous or feels told off. “It’s my favourite job. Everyone, um, everyone smiles. You make them happy..”

“I’m a chef,” Tenten counters, earnestness and frustration starting to tangle in his tone. “It’s my job. I was made t-to.”

“Forced to,” Avis corrects gently from the sink.

Tenten casts her an upset glance, not wanting the reminder that the way he was treated isn’t the best way for him to be. He frowns down at the table. “I want to, then. I want-t to.”

For a moment it seems like Roman will respond, but he doesn’t. He stares at the table. Eventually, he apologises again. “I’m sorry.”

There’s a long moment of silence, while they all think.

Avis takes the third seat at the little kitchen table. “Roman, do you like making the drinks or delivering them?”

Roman’s pale hair stays hanging over his face but his voice ekes out. “Both.”

“Tenten, same question?”

“Mm, making more than giving.”

Avis pauses.

Roman looks up.

“Can, um, can I deliver them?” he asks after a moment.

Avis watches as Tenten almost says no. But then he takes a deep breath, and pouts at the wall, almost glaring if he had the aggression to glare. “‘K-Kay.”

They both jump when Roman leaps to his feet and goes to collect the mugs, loading them carefully onto the tray he’s seen Tenten use. His movements are confident and his smile bright and real. He’s out of the room a moment later, climbing the stairs with the faint clink of cups following each step. Black tea for Kamala, vanilla chai for Florence, and the black coffee for Boo.

Avis glances at Tenten and smiles proudly. “How are you feeling?”

Blunt nails pick at the tail of his neckerchief, reassuring himself with its weight around his neck. “Like I had an argument with K-Kamala.”

“How so?”

“Like I lost-t but c-c-couldn’t have. Not.”

Avis nodded thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Like you got what you wanted but wanted it less than you did before?”

Tenten looked at the ground, but nodded.

“That’s alright. Sometimes questioning what we want can undermine those things. Think about what’s different now and what you might want instead.”

Tenten thinks about it. He thinks about it for so long that Roman comes back, gives Avis her caramel latte, and leaves again with a spring in his step.

“I…” His shoulder jumps and settles again. “I like mak-k-k, mm, making things for people I love. I always have. My family, they – they were happy. I made their lives…easier. Everyone here has such-ch a, a hard life.”

Avis makes sure to nod and hum sympathetically, every time, to make sure Tenten’s thoughts are welcomed. She looks across the kitchen, where the bowls are arranged neatly on the side ready for washing up. Boo’s perfectly clean plate. Florence’s bread crusts. Kamala’s crumbs.

“Everyone is making a new life,” she says. Except Boo. “It’s a good kind of hard. You’re always welcome to help them, Tenten, but I know what your therapy goal is right now.”

Tenten smiles shyly. He knows too. Tenten likes therapy. “T-T-To love and help myself like, like I do other people,” he answers. “I know. I, I t-try.”

“You do. That’s something to be proud of. You were able to state what you wanted and balance it with another’s desires. Be proud of yourself.”

“I… I’m t-t-trying that, t-too.”

[m-jelly]

Hi again Jelly! Since feb 14 is approaching in a few hours in my time, this'll be my last request for the "Letters from Levi" event, I'll miss this event sm ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ♡

Name: Cherae (she/her)

[Name of a Fruit, Dear, The Element Chérie with the Meaning Darling, Beloved]

So this is like my prev request (where Levi was asking to be his valentine) but the twist that Levi is a secret admirer and he's asking her to be his Valentine

[ can you also add that they'll meet at the cherry tree at the park? that place is just special to me♡]

tysm and take care of yourself always! ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Hi! I’m still taking V-tine letter requests on Valentine’s day. I plan on taking letter requests after, but they won’t be a priority like I’m making them for this event <3

Cherae,

I’ve watched you for a long time now. I’ve seen how you move, speak, laugh, smile and care. You are sweet perfection. You make my heart race and my body ache. How I long to be with you. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to run my lips over your sweet and soft body. I want to touch every inch of you. If I had you all to myself, I’d do everything in my power to make you feel pure ecstasy.

I don’t know if you’re aware of who I am. I don’t even know if you care about me. I don’t know if you could love someone like me. I’ve been your secret admirer for a long time. I’m sorry if I’ve sent you too many letters or gifts, but I just can’t control how I feel about you. I’m also terrified that you won’t care or love me the same way I do about you. I’m also scared of this feeling of love.

I’ve never felt this way about you. I’ve never fallen for anyone before. I’m clumsy with my love. I don’t know anything about it. This is all new. So, you are my first love and I know you’ll be my last. I’ll give you everything you could ever desire, just please guide me and be patient and gentle. I’ll work hard to make you happy. I want a future together.

I had your favourite flowers and chocolates. I’ve made a picnic too just for me and you to have. I want to tell you who I am, but it’s hard. You might recognise my handwriting. I will sign this letter with my real name so you can decide if you want to meet me. I’ll be waiting for you under the cherry tree. I do hope I get to see you.

Yours,

Levi x

[geekygirl24]

Day 22: Favourite scene from your #1 Drama

I looked back at my Top 11 list of favourites and chose a scene from each of them :)

11. Sarawat touches the chest (2gether the series)

I think this is the first time we see Sarawat truely vulnerable. After being beaten up though, head leaning on Tine’s shoulder (SQUEE!), he seizes his opportunity to have a quick grab of Tine’s chest. I laughed when i saw this, but it was also a sweet scene :)

10. Tutor taking control (Why R U)

I know i said that i preferred Saifah/Zon in this series... but i love me a bit of role rehearsal, and to see Fighter so willing as Tutor took control, i loved it!

9. Seryou says he likes Yuzuru’s blunt nature

After being dumped so many times for being too blunt and not ‘gentle’ as his handsome face would suggest, i think this is the moment when Yuzuru truely felt like he was falling in love with Seryou. Someone who didn’t care that he spoke his mind. It was sort of a confession on Seryou’s side, and yet, sort of not.

8. Ram/King Greenhouse/Garden scene

“The person who understands me... is you.”

I could watch this over and over again. The way King puts the flower behind Ram’s ear, the way they look at each, how soft Ram’s voice is! It is just perfect!

7. Ae and Pete’s first meeting - Love by Chance

Wish this love could be forever, and now our love will be forver!

Seriously, this is one of the cutest first meetings in BL history and i will stand by that

6. Akira stands up for himself and his sister - Love on the Line

I really felt for Akira throughout the show. Even though it was clear that he was in love with Yuuki, he let his mother’s talk of being ‘normal’ get into his head, prompting him to live a lie for a long time, even getting married to a woman. When he finally questioned her on what was normal anymore, it was such a relief.

5. History2: CTL: Kiss through the net

This was such a cute scene, and whilst it didn’t go according to Yu Hao’s plan, it is still an adorable moment.

4. Ming and Kit get together - 2moons2

I honestly thought this scene was never going to happen, but i’m glad that it did, and despite Kit’s family, it was a really sweet scene. Going back to that Moon/Earth reference, the way Kit leans against Ming’s chest... it was just amazing!

3. Intouch and Korn are at peace - UWMA

Yes, i cried buckets of tears.... yes, i would watch it all again. The moment where Intouch turns to smile at Pharm, to thank him, I honestly had to pause the video because i was crying so hard. But they were happy tears, because the pair deserved to their peace after what they went through.

(A/N: I’m actually crying thinking about it!)

2. Kurosawa’s panic - Cherry Magic

Honestly, I loved every scene in Cherry Magic, but that first scene in the elevator, when it’s revealed that the handsome, charming Kurosawa likes Adachi will always be a favourite. Kurosawa went through a lot of ‘OMG ADACHI!’ mental moments in this show, but this was cute... especially as Adachi had no clue.

1. Kenji just wants to talk about who he loves - Kinou Nani Tabeta

Now, this happens in the very first episode. Shirou is still in the closet in his work life, and doesn’t want anyone to ever find out. So, when he finds out that Kenji has been talking about them to his clients, he is really not happy.... but neither is Kenji.

Everyone else talks about their families, why can’t he?

Now, this is a lot less emotional than the moment in Episode 9 where Kenji breaks down about his past, but I think this one made me think more. I can see both sides of the argument, and can’t help but feel sorry for them both.

[candycityy]

Some (established relationship) Rivetra birthday crack/fluff, ft. awkward!Levi, because I can.

Levi sucks at giving gifts.

Maybe it's just the fact that he's awkward as fuck, but the notion of having to find something nice for another person fills him with equal parts dread and exhaustion. Honestly, how would he know what they'd want, anyway? He'd much rather just shove a couple of coins in their direction and call it a day.

The whole concept of gifts had been a culture shock to him, after leaving the Underground—not that he didn't understand what it meant to get someone something, but just the whole song and dance about it, of how every even remotely special occasion called for a gift of some sort. The first time he'd heard of it, a squadmate was asking him to contribute something to Erwin's promotion hamper, and he'd almost snorted, assuming it was a joke; the fucker had just been promoted to Commander of the Survey Corps, honestly, wasn't that gift enough?

Fortunately, his squad knows better than to ask him to contribute things; they just ask for money whenever they're doing a group gift, which he's happy enough to part with. And with matters outside the squad, well...he still doesn't really get why people thing he's so fucking terrifying, but in this, at least, he's happy to be excluded.

Well, until now. Unlike him, Petra actually does enjoy gifts; she's one of those crazy people who likes giving them, who handwrites cards and wraps presents in nice paper and glittery ribbons (another thing he doesn't get. He's supposed to spend time and money on wrapping paper that's just going to get torn into shreds?) and somehow, considering how they're dating and all, he doubts she'd be content with his usual fare of a few coins and a curt happy birthday over breakfast.

He briefly considers staging a training accident; surely, she wouldn't expect a gift from him if he were in the med bay recovering from a debilitating but non-life-threatening injury?

"Aha," Hanji says, briefly pausing in her monologue about Titan reproduction (he hadn't been listening in the slightest, but that's never been a deterrent) to point her spoon dangerously close to his face. "I recognise that look. You're thinking again, aren't you."

"None of your business." He pokes morosely at his dinner, and misses. The tines of his fork strike the porcelain with a rather unpleasant metallic screech that makes them both wince.

"It's not a good look on you, you know," she comments, shovelling a fragment of potato into her mouth as Levi watches with barely veiled disgust. "Thinking. You're much better off playing the role of the macho action hero, all brawn and no brain—"

"I will stab you with this butter knife," he threatens, with a kind of despondent savagery. The woman just leans on her elbow and waits, perfectly unruffled.

He chews, swallows, and after a long pause, finally admits, "Petra's birthday is coming up."

"And you're thinking about what to get her?" Hanji smirks. "Sweet."

"I'm thinking about why surface-dwellers have so much time and energy to bother with stupid things like gifts," he grumbles, spearing a chunk of broccoli with more aggression than strictly necessary.

"Well, they're a welcome distraction from the terrors of daily life, don't you think?" She pushes her goggles up her nose with a kind of practiced impatience, and continues, "I think...Petra probably would want something heartfelt. You know, something you wouldn't give to anyone else."

"I wouldn't give anyone anything, from the start."

"You know what I mean." Hanji rolls her eyes. "The gift's gotta make her feel special. Maybe something with a sort of significance, or meaning, or...oh! Something handmade? How good are you with handicrafts?" She eyes him, looking rather less hopeful than he'd like. It rankles him.

"I'm pretty good at carving," he snaps. Hanji brightens.

"Ooh. Wood?"

"Flesh." He shovels the rest of the stew into his mouth, ignoring her snort of indignation, and stands up. "Don't choke on your food, Four-Eyes."

==

In his time in the Underground, he'd learnt precisely two things about food: one, to defend it with your life, and two, if you chuck a bunch of ingredients into a pot and apply heat, you can call it a casserole, which is a fancy-sounding name for something that barely counts as a dish at all.

Furlan, being unable to cook for his life, had been put on permanent ingredient-gathering duty (read: theft) instead. Isabel, on the other hand, had an irritating tendency to get distracted, disappear off to fuck-knows-where with the food still on the stove, and promptly forget all about it. By the process of elimination, Levi had took over most of the cooking.

Being easy, flexible, and requiring very little attention, casserole had quickly become his signature dish. And yeah, he wouldn't call himself good by any means, but as far as he's concerned, no-one'd ever gotten food poisoning from a dish he'd made, which he counts a win.

Still, he figures that not poisoning anyone is a pretty low bar to set for a birthday dinner for his girlfriend.

For the eleventh time since entering the store, Levi wonders if he should just forget it. Get her some bauble or trinket, that glittery shit that girls always like. But against his will, Hanji's irritating voice drones in his head: something heartfelt. Something you wouldn't give to anyone else.

Levi scowls darkly at a shelf of cheese. "What the fuck's the difference between cheddar and mozzarella, anyway?" he mutters to himself, before giving up and shoving both into his basket.

He continues wandering through the store, grabbing whatever he thinks will go well together. He barely glances at the price tags as he goes, too distracted by his thoughts—does she like chickpeas? Or was it lentils? Are those different?

(Of course, he pays for his inattention dearly, when the cashier coolly informs him of his total and he almost chokes. Well, he really should've known; the storekeeper in the Underground always did seem to loathe them with an aggressive vengeance.)

==

Carrots—potatoes—beef. Levi measures out the ingredients carefully and scoops them into the pot, eyeing the stew bubbling cheerfully over on the stove, and allows himself a brief moment of smugness.

He's outdone himself, even if he says so himself. Everything's been planned, down to the last detail. In the morning, he'd presented Petra with a new fountain pen, a perfect decoy gift, especially since she'd mentioned earlier how she'd been needing one. He hadn't missed the flash of disappointment in her eyes—shitty Four-Eyes had been right for once, he supposes—but she'd schooled her expression into one of appropriate delight quickly enough, and exclaimed over it as necessary, and he'd known she'd fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.

He's even timed this whole dinner thing perfectly, getting the guys to keep her back for a bit after training (which they'd agreed to, albeit with some snickering) so he could prep for the meal. She'd be in the showers now, he guesses; and now, with the brick oven all heated up and the dish nicely in place, he probably has about twenty, thirty minutes before the next step of the plan, when he'll go to retrieve her from her room under some pretense or another, lead her to the dining hall, and—

"Levi? What's going on?" Petra rubs her eyes, strolling into the room and and sniffing the air curiously. "Are you—are you cooking?"

What the fuck.

"Petra." He tries his best to block the stove, desperately searching for a way out. "You're back early. This is, uh...an experiment. For Hanji. It could blow up any second, so off you go now."

Petra does not oblige. Her eyes narrow, and she tries to peek around him. "Your experiment is stew?"

"It's not stew, it's...Titan bait," he improvises wildly, making her brows lift in disbelief. "Seriously, Petra. Go away." His eyes dart to the wall clock; he needs about fifteen more minutes, at least. "Didn't Eld...didn't the guys ask you to stay for a bit?"

She shrugs, still craning her neck to try to see the contents of the kitchen counter. There's a hint of a grin on her face now. "Auruo was bragging again about something-or-the-other, and bit his tongue, and I slipped away in the commotion. Levi, is that cake?"

"I told you, it's Titan bait. Now get out, that's an order." He tries to keep his tone cold and steely, a feat which is proving much more challenging than usual with his very pretty, very annoying girlfriend standing on tiptoe, trying her best to peek over his shoulder.

Judging by her expression of keen amusement, he fails quite spectacularly.

"Levi," his irrepressible subordinate goes, her eyes gleaming, "your cake—sorry, Titan bait—says 'Happy Birthday, Petra'."

With a frustrated exhale, he gives up trying to block her, and slumps back to the kitchen counter. Petra waits, tapping her foot, still looking thoroughly amused. Her hair is still damp from the showers, he notices. But despite the fact that she has a towel around her neck and is dressed in a ratty old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants—her standard evening attire—his breath catches in his throat. She's beautiful.

"Okay, fine," he grumbles, tearing his gaze away. "I'm cooking. It's for you. Happy birthday. You're still a brat."

She laughs, and the sound makes his lips pull into a reluctant smile, too. "I never took you for the domestic type, captain," she teases, leaning into him and winding her arms around his back. "Stew? But didn't you already give me a gift, though?"

"Casserole," he corrects. "It sounds fancier. And that was a decoy—this was supposed to be a surprise. I mean, I thought...since it's the first time you're having a birthday, well. With us, like. Together." He clears his throat, and silently wills himself not to do anything stupid and embarrassing, like—Walls forbid—blush. "Remind me to have a talk with Auruo, will you."

"Well, count me surprised," she says, leaning in and grinning up at him.

He rolls his eyes.

"Anyway. Since you're here so early," he goes, gazing at her with a look of utmost seriousness, "here. You can help to chop the onions."

Petra blinks, indignant. "Seriously?"

"Nah, I'm kidding. That's for ruining my surprise, you brat."

==

"...Levi?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Happy birthday, Petra."

[dokidokey]

keigo unleashes a very fancy trick under his sleeve after a misunderstanding with you.

fluffvember track 04: bringing you flowers

word count: 968

warnings: swearing, misunderstanding, light angst

notes: here’s to me saying i’ll never write for hawks again after trace in the raindrops but （*＾3＾）whatever here it is i do not know what this is let me just finish day 2 in peace why did i decide to join 2 days late i am going to sheiemxpwpxjc

FLUFFVEMBER MASTERLIST

You can list down a couple of attributes you like about Keigo, like how he is so approachable and easy to get along with, or how he never makes the person he is talking to uncomfortable. The best one though, the one thing you love most about him, is how dedicated he is to his work as a Pro-Hero.

Really, the pride dancing in your chest whenever you see his name in the news and making it to the headlines is unbelievable. But a few days ago, you realized that maybe what you love about him may be the downfall of your relationship.

Keigo came home late for the fourth consecutive night and while you didn’t mind him doing so because you understand just how crucial his job is as a Pro-Hero, the fact that he forgot it was your anniversary hurt. The way he abruptly stopped in his tracks seeing you in the middle of putting away the meal you prepared for the two of you, the candles you carefully lit up five hours ago halfway melted.

You slept in the guest room that night. And the most annoying part is Keigo never bothered to apologize or talk to you about it! Which is why you’re here rolling your eyes in the balcony of a restaurant your friend, who is in town for the mean time, invited you to.

“I am hurt,” you bemoan to your close friend, glaring at your red wine, “offended. I don’t know. I’m fucking mad.”

She hums in agreement with you, pushing her coiled her to the side. “Yeah, if my boyfriend does some shit like that, I’ll raise hell.” She even points the tines of her fork toward you and says, “like bitch? I cooked for you. For once I acted like an obedient, little housewife and you stand me up? On our motherfucking anniversary? Boy, no. Nah. You’re out of my life. Bye.”

This girl never fails to lighten your mood up with her words (and handful of expletives,) which is what you like about her.

“But you don’t have a boyfriend,” you muse.

“Shut up, I’m trying to make you feel better here, okay?” She looks pointedly at you and you laugh. She’s successful in her mission. “But,” she cuts off your little laughing fit, “not for long, I think. This－ Is that your fucking boyfriend?”

You’re quick to whip your head around when her eyes grew dramatically wide and you’re pretty sure yours did too because there he is, Keigo in all his magnificent glory, crimson wings flapping in the air. You faintly hear some of the customers in this floor say his name in recognition, but you don’t mind them. Instead, you twist fully in your seat to face him, crossing your arms in your chest.

“What are you doing?” You shout, toeing the vines wrapped around the railing of the balcony.

Keigo’s smile rivaled the shine of the 2 PM sunlight, golden hair glowing, which you notice are pulled back in a bun. Your heart stutters a little.

“I’m sorry!” He says, shaking the giant bouquet of flowers in his hold. “Sorry I forgot our anniversary!”

You merely roll your eyes and go over to stand over the railing, the leaves of the vines, which you now notice are fake, biting against your skin. “You’re such a show-off,” you tell him, looking back quickly to notice there is now a crowd of people near the glass doors separating the balcony and the inside of the restaurant. You take note of the countless phones recording the scene your boyfriend decided to make, knowing it will be this on the headlines tomorrow. He’s the Number Two Pro-Hero, after all.

Keigo smirks, waving cheekily at the people behind you, then he turns his attention back to you. “Is my apology accepted?”

You hum, tilting your head to the side and looking back at your friend. “Should I?” You raise your eyebrows at her.

“I mean,” she leans back on her seat with a mischievous smile on her face, “he did pay all of my expenses to come here for this very reason so maybe yes. I think.”

You gasp at her revelation and she throws her head back to laugh. “You traitor!” You accused although there is a smile threatening to form on your lips. “I feel betrayed!”

She makes a motion of flipping her hair back. “It’s part of the package, honey.”

You turn back to Keigo who is smiling fondly at your exchange. You throw him an unimpressed glare.

“You sure know how to apologize, huh?”

He chuckles, “that I do.” And he flies closer to where you are, handing you the heavy bouquet which has your favorites: an abundance of Camellia, Baby’s Breath here and there, and some Forget-Me-Nots around.

“Happy late anniversary, baby,” he mutters.

“Happy late anniversary,” you reply.

“That’s it! Thank you!” Your friend interrupts, collecting her things. Keigo flutters over the railing and stands next to you, pulling you in a what you thought would be a quick kiss but. . .

“Please don’t break public decency laws right here,” Keigo’s accomplice gags in her place, a hand placed over her chest dramatically. You shoot her a wide-eyed glare. “Have fun! I’ll be out now exploring the city and spending some money,” she winks at you, rubbing her fingers together. “Please forget your anniversary again next year, Takami, so I can have some free week off my life again.” Then she’s bounding off the place.

“Did you really?” You ask your boyfriend and he nods.

“Don’t look at me like that. She sounded ready to snap my neck off when I called her about it.”

You hum, smiling lazily at the stray hairs that managed to escape the bun on his head. “Deserved.”

[staarkindustries]

hello doll. Reader and Sebastian are co-stars and in a interview someone ask about a first song they think when look at each other. Reader answer "dear future husband" by meghan trainor, and the fans who ship them make a lot of fanvideo where they are doing the same things meg said in the song. Fluff with happy ending? thank you💞

Okay, that's the last one. Thank you so much for these requests! I loved writing them!❤

"So Y/N, I wanted to ask you a quite weird question." A fan said and you nodded. "Go on, do you see anyone normal in there?" The girl laughed in the mic.

"What song comes to your mind when you look at Sebastian?" "I hate everything about you, by Three Days Grace." Sebastian faked an hurt face and you laughed.

"Okay, I'm joking, I'm joking. Uh, this is embarrassing but I think... Dear future husband would be it." Anthony and Chris started mocking you, but Sebastian looked at you with so much love that you could have actually melt.

After that interview, you and Sebastian thought that it was fine: everyone knew you guys were together and totally in love, so it wasn't strange to them to hear you say it.

But then you noticed a video about you and Sebastian with the song Dear future husband and decided to watch it

Because, why not?

Dear future husband,

Here's a few things

You'll need to know if you wanna be

My one and only all my life

Take me on a date

You and Sebastian were in a restaurant after an interview with Jimmy Kimmel, and you were so into the conversation that you didn't noticed a couple of fans recording your date.

And don't forget the flowers every anniversary

Then there was the video that Sebastian posted on Instagram of you entering the house and finding it full of flowers for you two years anniversary. "You are an idiot." "I love you too."

Buying groceries

Another video, this one was recorded by you in Walmart during Christmas and Sebastian was all happy about it and pratically jump from a decoration to an other. "He is totally five." You whispered to the phone.

You gotta know how to treat me like a lady, even when I'm acting crazy

Then there was the famous video. You were so drunk that night, and Anthony thought it would have been fun to record you while you were acting crazy. "Seby, why elefants have like, enormous ears?" "Sebastian? You should go bald." "You should totally do a movie as a woman. You would be hot as fuck." "Can we get an horse and name it Spirit?"

"Babe, I think we should go home."

Tell me everything's alright

This clip was from the bloopers of The Winter Soldier and it showed you and Seb trying for a shoot that was impossible for you. "Come on babe, you can do this. You are... You! Come on!" "I can't." You started feeling sad, it was your job for God's sake! "Hey, everything will be alright, we can get the stuns to do it, okay?"

Tell me I'm beautiful each and every night

This time, there was a short video of just Sebastian looking at you coming from the limousine that you were into. "Nu-mi pot lua ochii de la tine." (I can't keep my eyes off you."

I'll be sleeping on the left side of the bed

That was just a photo of you two sleeping on the bed of your trailer, courtesy of Chris Evans that loved invading your privacy to let the fans get crazy about you two.

Open doors for me and you might get some kisses

That was a video that the paparazzi took while you were entering an hotel, but you couldn't care less. There was Sebastian opening you the door and you kissing him on the cheek before you went in.

Buy me a ring

Again courtesy of Chris, there was the clip of Sebastian in a jewelry buying the ring with which he would have asked you to marry him.

Future husband, better love me right

"I love you Sebastian." "I love you more than anything, future Mrs Stan."

You smiled trought all the video, then you went to Sebastian and maked him watch it. "If they knew you are pregnant they would get crazy." "Chris needs to be the last person to find out or the surprise is ruined. Oh! And also Tom and Mark." "Do we really need to tell Tom?"

[middleearthpixie]

In Time ~ Chapter Twenty-Six

Summary: Mirkwood leaves Amara somewhat homesick. To make matters worse, there’s a Mirkwood elf maid who is taking quite an interest in Thorin and Amara gets a visit from the green-eyed monster herself…

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield/Amara (female OC)

Characters: Thorin, Amara, the Company, Thranduíl, Aiduin of Mirkwood

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,697

Khuzdal Translation: aklâf - damn

Tagging: @lathalea @i-did-not-mean-to @tschrist1

Additional tags for: @linasofia @fizzyxcustard @legolasbadass @xxbyimm @kibleedibleedoo because— I hope they don't mind, but we were so busy chatting about all the things last night, I'm now behind on my writing. (Not that I'm complaining, mind you. :D )

Dinner with the Mirkwood elves was so very much like being in Rivendell that Amara couldn’t ignore the pang of homesickness that twinged her insides. Although the dwarves certainly seemed to have accepted her into their fold, she was constantly aware of how she was not one of them and never would be. She would always remain reserved and quiet while they laughed and shouted at one another, would always remain coolly aloof while they fell into one another laughing. They might not have intentionally made her feel like an outsider, but she felt like one just the same.

She sat with them at a table in the corner, picking at her dinner, her appetite non-existent. Is this how it would be when they reached Erebor? Would she always feel as if she didn’t belong? She watched as Bofur forked a sausage from his plate, then looked at it, plucked it from the tines and called, “Bombur?”

Bombur looked up and, without a word (she couldn’t recall ever hearing him speak) opened his mouth. Bofur fired the sausage at him, which he caught easily. The others burst out laughing, while she managed a mild smile as she pushed a lettuce leaf to one side of her plate. A few minutes later, the other dwarves had moved away from the table, toward the terrace off the dining hall, where shouts of raucous laughter rang across the room.

“You don’t look happy.”

She looked up at Aiduin standing behind her. “I’m lost in thought.”

He pointed to Thorin’s chair, which was empty. “May I?”

She nodded. “I don’t know where he disappeared to.”

“He was over speaking with Legolas and the young, dark-haired dwarf earlier.”

“Kili?”

Aiduin shrugged. “I know not their names, only that he is very young, dark haired, and several elf maids were fascinated by him and Thorin.”

Her back stiffened at that. “Really?”

He nodded. “They’re still over there.” He nodded in the direction of the front corner of the dining hall.

She looked up, her gut kinking as her gaze landed on the three tall, slim blonde elf maidens who did appear to be very fascinated by whatever it was Thorin said. The one closest to him threw back her head to let out a silvery peal of laughter and when her hand came to rest on his upper arm, Amara’s first instinct was to march over to her and knock that hand clean off that arm.

Suddenly, Thorin’s ridiculousness earlier didn’t seem quite so ridiculous.

Then again, he also made no move to take the elf’s hand from his arm, either.

“Mariona seems quite taken with your dwarf.”

She glared at Aiduin. “I am hardly concerned.”

“I am not at all certain that is a wise position to take. She can be quite… persuasive… when she wishes to be.”

“I trust Thorin.”

“Then I suppose you have nothing to fear.” Aiduin sank into Thorin’s chair. “So, how did his meet with Thranduíl go?”

“I don’t know.” She resisted the urge to peer back toward the front of the room. “I didn’t get the chance to ask. But, Kili doesn’t look at all unhappy, so I assume it went well.”

“It’s difficult to say with Thranduíl. He isn’t fond of dwarves, even less fond of the Erebor ones. I believe it has something to do with a necklace?”

“And his refusal to help Thorin in his time of need?” She shot Aiduin a pointed look.

He shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

Now she gave into the urge to look in Thorin’s direction once more. Kili was gone, but two of the three elf maiden were still there, Mariona being one of them, and she touched his arm seemingly with every word she uttered. And with each one, Amara’s jaw tightened a little more. Her belly churned a little more. Her mood soured a little more.

She scowled, then turned back to Aiduin. “Erebor was attacked by a dragon, claimed by the same dragon, and left Thorin’s people with nothing. He implored Thranduíl for help, only to be ignored because of a silly piece of jewelry. That very same necklace, I believe Thorin said. So,” she shrugged, “I’d say Thorin has every reason to not be fond of elves, Thranduíl has no leg to stand on when it comes to whether or not he likes them.”

“Your dwarf went mad and challenged him to war,” Aiduin shot back. “The Mad King Under the Mountain, is what Thranduíl called him. Whyever would one trust a madman?”

“He was sick,” Amara countered, rising from her chair, “and you, of all people, should understand that, Aiduin. You know as well as I do, dragon sickness is not something to be taken lightly and he is one of but a handful to survive and recover from it.”

“Has he, recovered, I mean? How do you know he’ll not go mad again?” Aiduin’s pale eyes narrowed. “Madness runs in his family, you know. It is only a matter of time before he is the Mad King once more.”

“That is ridiculous.”

“Is it? Ask anyone who was alive back then. His grandfather, Thrór went mad. His father Thráin did as well. One cannot outrun a family legacy such has that, I should think. It’s in his blood.”

“You do not know him,” she snapped, rising from her chair. “You know nothing about him at all and I will not sit here and listen to you slander him this way.”

“You defend him, and yet he is over there making eyes with another elf. How very trusting of you, Amara. Why do you waste your time with him when you could have any one of us you chose?”

“What are you even talking about?”

“He’s a dwarf. It makes no sense, why you’d want him. They are short and squat and dirty and greedy and they fight over everything.”

“Stop.” She dropped her arm from his. “You do not know these dwarves because I promise you, if you did, you would not say such slanderous things.”

“Slander? They are true. All of Middle Earth knows what dwarves are.”

“They think they know, but they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried.” She turned toward him, shaking her head. “These are good men. Loyal to a fault and protective beyond believe. And Thorin… he is unlike any man I’ve ever known before.”

“Love, he is a dwarf.”

“Yes,” she nodded, “I am very much aware of that.”

He moved to stand before her, his dark eyes holding hers. “You deserve far better than any dwarf.”

She shook her head. “There is not one better than Thorin Oakenshield.”

“I was.”

An icy shiver rippled down her spine at the low pull of his voice. “You wanted me to run away with you and I could not do that.”

“And yet, that is exactly what you’re doing now. Only with a dwarf.”

“I am not the same person I was back then. I am no longer a girl, you know. Nor am I a fool. Just because you do not see what I see when I look at Thorin, doesn’t mean what I see is not real. Now, we can be friends, or we can not speak at all, but I hope you can let the past go because I far prefer friendship over animosity. But, do not think to run Thorin down in my presence, for I will right you immediately. Now, if you will excuse me.”

She didn’t wait for him to respond, but moved to step away from the table. As she did, Bofur came over to her rose. “Are you all right, Miss Amara?”

“I’m fine. I need some air.” She brushed by him and hurried out of the dining hall, in the opposite direction of the woodsy terrace. She really didn’t know where she was going, she just needed to be alone for a while.

Mirkwood at night was even more foreboding than it was during the day. Unlike Rivendell, there were no peaceful promontories, no soothing waterfalls, no open courtyards where she could lay on her back and gaze up at the endless sky and wish upon a shooting star. When she looked up, all she saw were trees. And vines. And leafy canopies that blocked out the spangling of stars.

Perhaps she’d made a mistake in leaving Rivendell. Perhaps elves were not meant to live amongst dwarves, no matter how much she cared about one dwarf in particular.

Why did Thorin not knock Mariona’s hand from his arm?

Why didn’t she go over and do it for him?

And maybe punch the pretty she-elf for her trouble?

Amara shook her head. Where had that come from? She wasn’t one to want to go about punching people, and yet… she would gladly punch Mariona.

Leaves crunched behind her and she spun about to see Thorin standing there, a sheepish smile on his lips. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t.” She bit back a sigh, trying to see him the way other women might. Mariona might see him for the handsome dwarf he was, but she knew him no more deeply than that. She saw a warrior. A king, perhaps. But that was it.

And she gazed upon him as if looking upon a god of some sort.

Perhaps that was why he hadn’t removed her hand. Amara had seen him at his worst, at his most vulnerable, while Mariona had not. In her eyes, he could be everything perfect.

In Amara’s, he had flaws and faults. He was real.

“I came back to the table and you were gone.”

She shrugged, turning away to lean against the low railing. “You seemed happy enough with the company you had, and I wanted a bit of fresh air.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing? Why do you ask?”

He moved alongside her, also leaning on the railing. “I was only talking to—”

“I saw. Could she touch you a bit more?”

“Bothered you, did it?”

“No. Not at all.”

His look plainly suggested he didn’t believe her. “Of course it didn’t. Do you at least now understand how I felt about your elf friend earlier?”

“Is that what that was about?” She looked over at him. “Were you trying to prove a point to me?”

“Me? No.” He shook his head. “But, at the same time, you are where I was and it isn’t quite so ridiculous now, is it?”

“Aiduin didn’t touch me.” She turned to him, shaking her head. “And if he had, he’d have gotten his hand back very quickly. I daresay, you did not seem to mind having her paw you that way.”

“Paw me?” To her irritation, a grin pulled at his lips. “You sound jealous.”

“I am hardly jealous. As I said, Aiduin didn’t touch me. Not only did that creature touch you, but you didn’t do a thing to put a stop to it.”

“She touched my arm. Not exactly the sort of touch that makes a man’s heart beat faster, I’ll have you know.”

“That isn’t the point, and you know it.” She stared off into the forest, although she couldn’t see much through the foliage. “But then again, perhaps it shouldn’t surprise me.”

“What shouldn’t surprise you?”

“That you seemed to encourage her.”

“Encourage her? How did I encourage her to do anything? She touched my blasted arm, nothing more and nothing less.”

“And if Aiduin had touched me?”

“That would be different.”

“That would be the same! Why is it fine for her to touch you, but not for him to touch me?” She stared at him, her belly churning wildly now. “You certainly didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get away from her and I can only wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t been in the room at all.”

His eyes narrowed. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me! Oh, why are dwarves such fools that they cannot see what is right in front of their eyes?”

She regretted her words the moment they left her mouth, a frigid chill washing over her as he straightened and his expression went from irritation to neutral. “Thorin, I—”

“Fools, eh?” He stepped away from her, shaking his head. “I suppose we can be at times, simple creatures that we are. No match for the mighty intellect of the elf, of course.”

She reached for him. “I didn’t mean—”

“Do not play me for an even greater fool, Amara,” he growled, “and insult my intelligence further by suggesting you meant anything other than what you said. Excuse me.”

“Thorin, wait—”

He brushed by her and left her standing there in the growing darkness. With a low sigh, she sank back against the railing and buried her face in her hands as a sense of utter hopelessness sank into her.

“Miss Amara?”

She looked up at Balin’s soft voice. “Yes?”

“Everything all right?”

“It’s just fine, why do you ask?”

“I just saw Thorin and he looks furious. What happened?”

“Nothing. It’s… we had words, is all.”

Balin sighed softly. “It’s this place. It brings out the worst in everyone. The last time we were here, we all bickered with one another until the spiders attacked.”

“Sp-spiders?” She shuddered. No one told her anything about spiders. Why hadn’t anyone told her about spiders?

“Aye. Big ones, too. But they don’t come this close to the palace.” Balin came over to the rail. He was one of the smallest of the dwarves—barely reached her shoulder—and one of, if not the, oldest, with big white hair and an even bigger white beard. “You should talk to him. Clear the air. It will only grow worse as it festers. Especially here. This place… it’s dark and heavy and brings out the worst in us overall.”

“We’re both fools,” she told him with a wry laugh. “He is jealous of an old friend of mine and I was jealous of the elf who kept touching him. And I insulted him.” She reached up to tuck a loose curl behind her ear, the ornament in her hair bumping gently against her jaw.

“Talk to him. He’s stubborn, but not stupid.”

“No, I am the stupid one. And I don’t even know where we are to sleep tonight.”

“Come along, lassie. I know. Follow me and clear the air with Thorin. Come tomorrow, we take our leave and the further we are from this place, the happier we will all be.”

With a low sigh, she fell into step beside him, and he led her along the walkway, down and to the left. Down a little more. Around a bend. And finally, he stopped at the first closed door on the right. “We are all down this passageway. This should be Thorin’s chambers.”

He smiled and patted her shoulder. “Talk to him, lassie.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

She waited for him to take himself off, then grasped the door handle (woven twigs, of course) and turned. The door opened noiselessly, the darkness of the room’s interior greeting her with a silent coldness. She hated being in Mirkwood. Couldn’t wait until they took their leave. And with any luck, they would not have to pass through it again.

“Thorin?”

Silence.

She waited until her eyes adjusted enough that she could make out the furnishings, and carefully wove her way toward the high, narrow bed. It was still made and empty. Wherever Thorin was, it was not in this room.

Flint and steel lay on the table alongside the bed and she carefully lit the lone lamp on said table. A soft golden light splashed across the neatly made bed. Thorin’s belongings stood on the floor alongside the chest at the foot of the bed. His battle axe and bow and arrows stood there as well. His sword, however, was not in the room, as Thorin was rarely without it.

Her own satchel was there as well and with a low sigh, she undressed down to her chemise, slid beneath the quilts, and blew out the lamp.

A soft breeze filtered through the trees and something scurried through the underbrush, but Thorin paid it little heed as he sat in the darkness, away from the palace, away from the elves, away from the Company, away from everyone and everything but his own troubled thoughts.

He traced his forefinger along the etching in the Orcrist’s handle. Elvish-made, the sword glowed sapphire whenever in the presences of orcs or goblins. It remained silver now, as it had since the battle with Magra in the clearing at Rivendell.

Mirkwood made him uncomfortable. It always had. He didn’t trust Thranduíl. Didn’t trust the Woodland elves. And now, he’d made a bargain with them, offering Thranduíl the necklace he so coveted if he would not object to allowing Kili to court Tauriel. The Elven King agreed and would venture to Erebor once Thorin and his company returned there. As a result, Kili was off somewhere in the woodland realm with his elf. And while Thorin would have liked to spend some time with his elf, they were far too busy being angry with one another.

He rubbed his forehead slowly. One of the things he hated most about Mirkwood was its ability to warp one’s mind, to allow darkness to pervade the purest of thoughts. He didn’t think for one moment Amara would betray him with the pale, skinny he-elf. But when he saw her with him, his blood boiled and hiss gut kinked and he wanted to break the pale, skinny he-elf over his knee like a rotting tree branch.

Amara was right to call him out on it. And he’d showed her by letting her think he encouraged the pale, skinny she-elf to flirt with him. Perhaps he did allow it on some level. He certainly could have stopped it. But at the same time, he wanted to give Amara a taste of her own medicine, to show her that jealousy wasn’t exactly rational.

As a result, they weren’t even speaking to one another now.

“Aklâf,” he muttered, lowering his hand. He sat atop the low wall at the far end of the realm, his back against the trunk of some oversized tree. Leaves rustled in the distance and while he hoped it wasn’t those terrifying spiders, he kept the Orcrist at the ready, just in case.

They were both such fools.

He reached up to touch the crystal she’d given him, thought back to the night he’d woven the ornament his father had given him into her hair, when the most difficult thing he’d faced was being able to braid neatly.

“It occurred to me that we aren’t promised anything. Not tomorrow. Not next week or next year. All we have is this very moment right now.”

He cleared his throat again. “And this isn’t easy for me. None of this has been easy for me. I’ve spent so long being angry with and even hating elves, it’s been difficult to reconcile that with the fact that I have fallen in love with one. Because I have, Amara, and I do hope you will be patient with me, because love has never been something that’s come easily to me or for me.”

With that, he stood, resheathed the Orcrist, and made his way along the narrow, woodsy path back to the palace, back to the chambers he’d share with Amara. As he passed the dining hall, the laughter of his kin caught his attention, and he paused, saw them all gathered around with the elves—Dwalin and Legolas appeared locked in a some sort of drinking contest, judging by the tankards littering the area and—while Mariona eyed Dwalin as if he was a side of beef.

Shaking his head, he continued on. Let them have their fun. He had to go and right things with Amara.

However, when he reached their chambers and slipped silently about the door, it was to find the room dark and quiet and her sound asleep. Biting back a sigh, he unbuckled the scabbard to set the Orcrist atop the small table, stripped off his shirt and boots, down to the small clothes he’d swiped from Rivendell (he rather liked the way Amara eyed him appreciatively in them) and skirted the bed to lift the quilt on the far side.

He slid into bed beside her, inching as close to her as he dared. He didn’t want to wake her, but he needed to feel her against him, even if she was still angry with him. Ever so carefully, he eased his arm about her waist, and as he gently tugged, she sighed in her sleep, cuddling against him.

She stirred, murmuring, “Thorin?”

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered back. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Where were you?”

“Out sitting in the middle of the woods.”

“Alone?”

“Of course I was alone. Who else would—” he caught himself, swallowing the rest of his words, took a deep breath, then said, “I was alone.”

She rolled toward him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, not a word of it.”

“We can talk about it come the morning.” He leaned to kiss her forehead. “It’s been a long several days, so let’s both of us get a good night’s sleep.”

She snuggled closer, tucking her head against his chest. “I am tired.”

“As am I.” His eyes closed as she slid an arm about his waist and her fingertips just brushed his back. Just that simple, innocent touch was enough to fire his blood to a certain degree. He pressed a kiss into the top of her head, tightened his arms about her, and—

She let out a snore.

She’d fallen back asleep.

He grinned into the darkness, kissed her once more, and let himself drift off as well. The bed was comfortable. The room was quiet. Amara was in his arms and not at his throat. He just wanted to sleep.

[btsqualityy]

Scripted: Part 13

Namjoon x Reader; Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, President!Namjoon, Head of Security!Jimin

Warnings: (Reluctant) open relationship, mentions of cheating, smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie

The next day, you were pacing around your and Namjoon’s bedroom, waiting for the inevitable tirade that your husband was sure to go on at any time.

In order to get out of going to a banquet with Namjoon that night, you had Momo release an official statement on your behalf that you were currently at the end of fighting off a flu bug and that in order to attend the children’s benefit that was planned for tomorrow and be at your best, you’d have to rest tonight. The thing is though, you didn’t give Namjoon any head’s up before you had Momo do that so you knew he’d be pissed. 

However, you genuinely couldn’t find it inside yourself to care. You were fucking tired of putting yourself last for Namjoon, and you wanted to do what you wanted for a change. What you wanted, was to spend to the night with Jimin and be around someone who you knew cared for you and not just cared about what you could do for them. 

“Y/N-ah!” You heard Namjoon yell and when you turned around to look at the door, he was pushing it open and walking inside. 

“Yes Namjoon?” You answered and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“What the hell was that press notice?” He demanded to know. “You’re not sick.”

“I’m not, but I do have other plans tonight,” you shrugged. 

“Other plans?” Namjoon chuckled. “Y/N-ah, you really can’t think that I’m this stupid.”

“Oh, that’s debatable,” you laughed. “But please, enlighten me on what you’re talking about.”

“I’m choosing to ignore that,” he replied darkly. “And you’re going to see Jimin, aren’t you? I know that he has tonight off.”

“What I choose to do with my time and/or who I choose to spend it with is none of your concern,” you told him. “Just like how it’s none of my concern who you fuck.”

“Again, you made it very clear what you thought of this marriage once we decided to stay together and you cannot be mad because I took you seriously,” he pointed out. “However, I think I do have a right to be upset when my wife is fucking the head of our security detail.”

“I haven’t even fucked him, so it’s nice to know how little you think of me,” you scoffed. 

“I’ve seen the way that he looks at you, so I assumed,” Namjoon shrugged. “Regardless, you have a duty as First Lady and you can’t blow off these events because you wanna go play with your boy toy.”

“Oh, just like how you got sucked off in your office?” You questioned. “With the door unlocked?”

“You know what I’m saying Y/N-ah.”

“I do but I don’t care Namjoon,” you said. “I’m not going to the banquet with you tonight, I’m leaving the Blue House and most likely won’t be back until tomorrow when it’s time to get ready for the benefit, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“What is it that you’re really trying to say Y/N-ah?” He challenged you and you reached over to grab the bag you had packed and hooked the strap over your shoulder as you looked back at him. 

“I’m saying that just like you, I’m doing whatever I want now,” you answered, walking past him and shoulder checking him before you walked out of the bedroom, leaving your husband dumbfounded. 

.............................................

“Hi baby bird,” Jimin smiled once he had opened the door to his apartment, and you did the same as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hi,” you replied, giggling when he picked you up and carried you into the apartment, shutting the door with his foot before setting you down. 

“How was the drive?” He asked you and you nodded.

“Good, good.”

“And everything at the Blue House?” He wondered and you shook your head, reaching up and moving his fringe out of his eyes.

“Don’t you worry about that,” you assured him. “Everything’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“More than,” you nodded, leaning forward and kissing him firmly. 

“Come on minx, you can put your bag in my room,” Jimin teased you, making you smack his arm before you followed him down the small hallway to his bedroom. You walked inside behind him and set your bag down next to his dresser and Jimin moved over to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. 

“I’m so happy that you’re here, with me,” he whispered as he hook his chin over your shoulder and you set your hands on top of his. 

“I am too,” you smiled, turning around in his arms so that you were facing him. “I’d much rather be here with you than with Namjoon at some boring banquet.”

“I bet,” he chuckled. “So, what do you wanna do? I have movies, we could order in, whatever you want.”

“Well, since we actually have the tine, I kind of wanted to,” you trailed off, leaning forward and kissing Jimin softly. After a few seconds, you pulled away and Jimin raised an eyebrow at you. 

“You sure?” He checked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured and think that you have to.”

“No, I want to,” you stated firmly. “I’ve wanted to ever since that day you fingered me on your couch.”

“Full disclosure?” He asked and you nodded. “I’ve wanted to since the first time that I saw you.”

“Then do something about it,” you teased. “I’m here and I’m yours to do with what you want.”

“You might not wanna tell me that,” Jimin chuckled. “I’d never want to let you go.”

“That might not be so bad,” you murmured softly and Jimin’s heart ached (in a good way) as he moved forward and kissed you passionately. As the two of you made out, Jimin walked backwards until he was at his bed, falling backwards and pulling you down with him. 

“Give me a little warning next time,” you giggled, moving up and swinging your legs over his body so that you were straddling him. 

“Sorry,” he chuckled, watching with hooded eyes as you sat up and grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, pulling it up and over your head. “I kind of wanted to do that myself.”

“I’m a little impatient, if you haven’t noticed,” you laughed, that laugh turning into a moan when Jimin reached up and began to palm your breasts through your bra. 

“How about if you get this off for me?” He suggested and you nodded rapidly, readily reaching behind your back and unclipping your bra, pulling it down from your shoulders and tossing it onto the floor. Jimin sat up then, leaning forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking earnestly. 

“Ohh shit,” you hissed, setting your hands on the back of his neck as you looked down to watch him. 

“So fucking pretty,” he praised you once he had let go of one nipple, only to move right over to the other in order to give it the same treatment. You threw your head back in pleasure, the feeling of him sucking your nipple sending waves right down to your lower half. 

“Fuck, I need you undressed,” Jimin groaned deeply as he unlatched from your chest and looked up at you. “Wanna eat your pussy baby.”

“Fuck, yeah,” you nodded instantly. “Yeah.” You quickly moved from on top of him, settling yourself down on the bed while Jimin sat up and moved onto his knees. You reached down and unbuttoned the jeans that you had on, lifting your butt in order to slide them down your thighs, catching the band of your underwear and pulling them down as well. Jimin helped you, taking hold of the hem and helping to pull your jeans the rest of the way down your legs. After that, you were completely bare underneath his gaze, and you almost wanted to feel self-conscious about it.

“God,” Jimin huffed as he reached down and gently ran his hands up and down the length of your legs. “You’re so beautiful baby bird.”

“Sure you’re not just saying that because I’m naked and in your bed?” You joked, making him laugh as he shook his head.

“Pretty sure,” he replied as he lowered his body down so that his chest was on the bed. “And the crazy thing is, you’re pretty everywhere.”

“Thank y-you,” you gasped out, the feeling of Jimin’s tongue laving over your clit surprising you. You lifted your head to watch as Jimin licked and sucked at your clit, making your heart race from how good it felt. 

“Oh, that’s good,” you encouraged him, reaching down and pushing his fringe up and out of his eyes and holding it out of the way for him as he ate you. 

“Think you can take a finger baby?” He asked about a minute later and you nodded. You watched as Jimin took his pointer finger and stuck it into his mouth, getting it wet with saliva, before he took it back out and set it against your slit.

“Let me know if it’s too much, alright?” He said as he looked up at you.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you smiled. “It’s been a while but I can take a finger.”

“Ok,” he nodded, looking down as he slowly pushed his finger inside of you. When he noticed that you weren’t making any noises of discomfort, he curled his finger inside of you, which caused you to moan. He then leaned down and resumed sucking at your clit, and you thought you were going to lose your mind.

“That feels so good,” you moaned, the feeling of Jimin’s mouth and his finger hurtling you towards your orgasm. “Give me another finger please.”

“Sure?” He mumbled against you, and the vibrations of it against your clit made your back arch up from the bed.

“Yes yes, give it to me,” you begged and you felt another finger prodding at your entrance. Jimin stopped moving his pointer finger before slowly sliding his middle finger alongside it, and gently moving them in and out of you.

“Like that baby?” He murmured. 

“Fuckkk, just like that,” you drawled. Jimin put his mouth back onto your clit and sucked hard on it, while simultaneously moving his fingers faster and reaching deeper inside of you. 

“J-jimin, I’m gonna come,” you gasped, reaching down and burying your fingers in his hair as he continued to fuck you. Soon enough, your orgasm washed over you, and you let out a small squeal as you came all over Jimin’s fingers. 

“Good,” Jimin mumbled softly after taking his mouth off of you, moving his fingers slowly until they were out of you. You fell back against the bed and watched with hooded eyes as he brought the two fingers that had just been inside of you and stuck them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Come here,” you beckoned, holding your hands out and Jimin smirked, taking his fingers out of his mouth and crawling up your body until his face was right above you. You leaned up and kissed him passionately, the taste of yourself very prominent on his tongue. 

“Wanna suck you off,” you mumbled against his lips and he pulled back a little in order to look at you.

“Later,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I really wanna fuck you and see how you look when you come on my cock instead of my fingers,” he whispered huskily, making your heart race. “And besides, aren’t you staying the night with me?”

“I’m all yours,” you nodded.

“Then we’ll have plenty of time for you to do that later,” he assured you, leaning down and giving you a quick kiss. “Gonna be good for me and let me fuck you?”

“You know I will,” you giggled, releasing your grip on him so that he could sit up. He made quick work of removing his t-shirt, before reaching down and pushing the band of his shorts off of his hips. You watched as his cock sprang free as he kicked his shorts off of his legs and crawled back to you.

“Commando?” You acknowledged and Jimin just shrugged.

“I like to be free when I’m at home,” he answered and you nodded as you let your legs fall apart so that he could slot himself in between them. “I’m gonna ask again, you sure that you wanna do this? Because you know that we don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you confirmed. “Wanna feel you.”

“Ok, but you tell me if it hurts too bad,” he told you and you nodded. He spit into the palm of his right hand before reaching down and rubbing it over the tip of his cock. He then grabbed the base and positioned himself with your slit, slowly moving his hips forward and sinking into you. 

“Shit, wait, wait, wait,” you pleaded breathlessly, the stretch of his cock almost burning. 

“Ok, ok,” Jimin groaned, leaning down and setting his forehead against your shoulder, his breathing sounding ragged. “Just how long has it been for you Y/N-ah?”

“A-a year, I think,” you replied and Jimin just huffed.

“No wonder you’re so fucking tight,” he grumbled, and you couldn’t help but to smile because you could tell that it was taking all of his restraint in order to not fuck you into the sheets.

“I think you can move now,” you spoke up and Jimin nodded, lifting his head and watching your face as he gently pulled out and then pushed back in. The burn was still there, but it definitely wasn’t as bad so you knew that your body was adjusting. 

“You have no idea how often I’ve thought about this,” Jimin confessed and you quirked an eyebrow up at him.

“You thought about me?” You wondered and he chuckled as he nodded his head.

“How could I not?” He said. “You’re so sweet, and so caring, and not to mention, you look great in those dresses that you like to wear whenever you’re doing First Lady appearances and duties.”

“I do have great legs,” you agreed, laughing at how he rolled his eyes at you before he continued to fuck into you. 

“Doing ok?” He checked in and you nodded.

“It’s getting better,” you said, a tiny moan escaping you when his cock brushed up against your g-spot.

“Seems like it’s better than that,” Jimin smirked and you just replied by reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a deep kiss. While the two of you made out, Jimin began to move his hips a little faster.

“Ohh, that’s good,” you blurted out, and you could feel yourself clenching around him. 

“Gripping me so tight,” he muttered deeply, thrusting into you deeper.

“Fuck, just like that,” you encouraged, looking up at him and biting your lip.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warned but it almost sounded like he was also pleaded as well. 

“Can’t help it,” you whimpered, the familiar feelings of an orgasm starting to bubble to the surface for you. 

“I love you,” he confessed and the both of you froze, you out of shock and Jimin out of disbelief that he had just let that slip out of his mouth. 

“You mean that?” You wondered and at that point, Jimin had one of two options. He could pretend like he hadn’t said what he had just said, or he could stand firm in his feelings for you. Jimin had never been a coward though, and he wasn’t gonna start now.

“Yeah, I mean it,” he nodded. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you replied with no hesitation and Jimin’s eyes widened. 

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” you giggled while nodding your head. “You treat me so well, and you’re so loving, and I never have to question your intentions because all you care about is me and not what I can do for you.”

“You’re damn right,” he confirmed, leaning down and kissing you again as he resumed his thrusts.

“Harder,” you commanded and he raised a brow at you. “I can take it Jimin.”

“Alright, but you asked for it,” he smirked, picking up his pace and fucking you harder. You clutched onto his back, and you were pretty sure that he was going to have some marks from how hard your nails were digging into his skin but you couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck yes,” you gasped, your orgasm quickly building.

“You’re gonna make me come soon,” Jimin chuckled breathlessly as he looked down at you. “You almost there?”

“Yeah, just don’t stop,” you pleaded and Jimin nodded, looking down to where the two of you were connected and watching as he fucked you. You held your hand up to your mouth, letting some slide onto them before you lowered your hand and set it against your clit, rubbing in firm circles.

“Shit, that’s it baby bird,” Jimin praised you. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

“God Jimin,” you whimpered, your orgasm finally washing over you after rubbing your clit for a few seconds. “I’m coming!”

“Fuck yes,” he literally growled, fucking you even hard than he had been, making your hand fall away from your clit and your back arch up from the bed as a result of his vigorous thrusts.

“Oh my fuck,” you panted, falling back onto the bed and moaning as Jimin chased his own high.

“Where can I come?” He wondered.

“Inside of me,” you said and he looked up at you. “Birth control.”

“Ok,” he nodded. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he groaned, setting his forehead against yours as you felt warm spurts of cum flood inside of you. Once he was done, he pulled out of you and then flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing his arm over your stomach. 

“I didn’t mean to say it like that,” he spoke up after a few minutes of silence. 

“What? The ‘I love you’?” You asked and Jimin nodded. “It’s ok, I don’t mind.”

“But still, I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that,” he said. 

“Hey, I love you back so that’s all that matters,” you smiled, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You stopped yourself from saying it yesterday when you dropped me off, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed sheepishly. 

“I could tell,” you giggled. 

“But like you said, doesn’t matter now,” he shrugged, moving closer to you and setting his chin on your shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer, the afterglow of your orgasms and the sounds of both of your breathing returning to normal the only palpable things in the room. 

“I’m leaving Namjoon,” you randomly spoke up and Jimin sat up to look down at you. 

“You serious?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. I mean, I love you and after everything that’s happened between Namjoon and I, I don’t think there’s any hope for him and I,” you explained. “Of course, it’ll probably take longer than a regular divorce and I’m sure that his father will try to fight me on it, but I’ll do whatever it takes to get it done because I wanna be with you.”

“I wanna be with you too baby bird,” he smiled, leaning down and setting his hand on your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you grinned, giggling against his lips when he leaned down and kissed you passionately. 

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Underneath the Stars | H.Kai

➳ The stars will always shine, even if it can never shine brighter than the moon.

↳ Pairing: Hueningkai x Reader

↳ word count: 4.4k

↳ genre: fluff, like a tinee bit of angst, messy bc i was writing this with no idea of what plot to do also i think the ending is rushed but i still went past 12kst so what use was that rush sakjsjka, Hogwarts AU with a babie hufflepuff kai!

↳a/n: Belated happy birthday hueningie. Ningningdungies enjoy this half-baked Hufflepuff Kai fic

It was a cloudy day, perfect for students as they walked around aimlessly at the grounds before the anticipated quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff started.

Hueningkai, the Hufflepuff seeker, should have been making his way down to the Quidditch Pitch.

That’s why Y/N was so confused why they chose to be up in the owlery—laughing maniacally at her in amusement.

“Why are you even here?” She whined, clutching her letter to her chest.

“Well, I was curious why you weren’t in the stands to cheer me and Taehyun on,” Kai grinned, wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner. “Clearly, you’re more interested in sending a letter to a certain Slytherin,”

Kai laughed again, dogding a flying shoe courtesy of the girl.

“Good aim, want me to train you for Chaser?” Kai said nonchalantly, walking closer to the owls.

“No, thank you. Shouldn’t you be down at the pitch?” Y/N sighed in irritation, clutching the letter closer to her as he scooted closer—his eyes trained on the small envelope.

“Not going without you,” Kai snorted, crossing his arms. “What did you even say in the letter?”

“I’m going to confess—tonight at the Astronomy tower,” Y/N declared firmly, before burning red again as she shot Kai a small pout. “Do you think he’ll like me.”

Kai only gave her a small smile.

“He’d be stupid if he didn’t,” Kai grinned, gesturing his head over to the envelope. “Now, come on. Send that off and let’s go, we have a match.”

Y/N huffed, raising the envelope to Beomgyu’s owl—watching as it opened its wings and flew off to drop the anonymous envelope to Beomgyu.

It’s been a year, huh? Can we meet at the astronomy tower at midnight? I have something to ask you about the Yule Ball in a few weeks. -your admirer.

Y/N has always been around Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Kai for as long as she can remember.

Growing up, the five boys were practically hounding at her every day.

Soobin was her older brother, the perfect brother one can have—doting but not too overbearing, talented and charming, smart but can be airheaded most times.

It was through him that she met Yeonjun, his soon-to-be best friend and new next-door-neighbor.

Of course, that automatically meant meeting Yeonjun’s little brother, Beomgyu.

The mischievous pest warmed up really quickly to her—what with their mutual desire to torture their older brothers with endless pranks.

Then, they met Taehyun and Hueningkai through their parents.

Kai’s mother and Taehyun’s father were good friends with their parents, as well as Yeonjun’s and Beomgyu’s.

Of course, a reunion between old friends means a meeting between their children—and the moment Y/N met Kai she swore she found her other half.

Platonically speaking.

Sure, Taehyun and Beomgyu were so in sync with him, and Soobin and Yeonjun were just the perfect hyungs to be.

Y/N was different.

She was instantly hooked the first time he gave her the softest smile—introducing himself as “Hueningie” instead of his actual name of Kai and offering a cuddle of his plushie as a welcoming gift.

It wasn’t until they were around 10 years old when Y/N started realizing what love was—it was what she felt for her other best friend—Beomgyu.

Of course, Hueningkai knew this.

Of course, he didn’t say anything.

Even if he knew her love would hurt him in the long run.

Y/N rushed, hands shaking as she made her way up the Astronomy to finally tell Beomgyu how she’s felt for years.

She made sure she wouldn’t make him wait—going there thirty minutes before even the agreed time.

But it seems like someone beat her to the punch—two someones.

By the observation deck stood Beomgyu, cheeks burning red as he conversed with a short girl with long brown hair.

Lee Daeun—Slytherin, one of the prettiest in her house, and Beomgyu’s crush since freshman year.

He swore up and down that he grew out of his crush on her—obviously not with the way he blushed a bright red.

“This is you?” Beomgyu asked as he held a couple of envelopes in his hands—all love letters that Y/N herself wrote throughout the duration of the year.

“Yes,” Daeun replied shyly as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I really liked you, Beomgyu, so I thought I should send you some letters,”

Beomgyu smiled softly.

“You do?”

“I do,”

“What did you want to ask me?” Beomgyu asked gently, hand reaching out to grab the girl’s.

“Will you take me to the Yule Ball, Beomie?” Daeun asked, using Kai’s childhood nickname that only Y/N was allowed to use.

Instead of bringing that up, Beomgyu’s eyes brightened up as his smile widened even more.

As Y/N watched the scene from a the doorway, arms circled around her waist and a chin rested on her head.

“It’s okay,” Kai sighed, tightening his grip.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, hand trailing down to grip his tightly.

Hueningkai buried his face in her hair, muttering as his eyes locked onto the scene in front of him—Daeun giggling non-stop as Beomgyu smiled brightly.

“I’m here to tease you,”

“Then tease me,” Y/N replied, voice wavering. “Tell me how stupid I am for falling in love with one of my best friends.”

“Falling in love with your best friend isn’t stupid,” 

Y/N didn’t reply, watching as Beomgyu leaned forward and planted a kiss on Daeun’s lips.

Kai didn’t speak as Y/N turned around, burying her head in his chest and starting to cry.

He just tightened his grip on her.

“Falling in love with your best friend hurts, Kai,”

Kai smiled sadly.

“I know,” Kai said. “I know how it feels,”

There, four beating hearts stood underneath the same bright stars—nothing but the shining moon to witness the pain and heartache.

The next day, Kai sat next to Y/N and Soobin in the Gryffindor table—chewing happily on a pancake.

Mina, the Gryffindor prefect passed by.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the Hufflepuff table?”

Kai only grinned.

Soobin, who was the other Gryffindor prefect, waved his hand nonchalantly.

“It’s nothing big,” Soobin replied, tearing into another piece of bread—continuing his statement with a mouthful. “People do it all the time,”

“I’m sorry—house divisions exist for a reason. Tables are separate for a reason and—“ Mina’s eyes hardened, mouth opening to argue more.

A body decked in an emerald green plopped down next to Soobin with a groan.

“It’s 7:00 AM on a Sunday, Mina,” Yeonjun glared. “Literally take that stick out of your arse and leave us alone,”

“A Slytherin—“

“Leave or I’ll tell Professor Binns you cheated on your History of Magic exam yesterday, Ms. Prefect,” Yeonjun hissed, effectively shutting down the girl.

After Mina huffed and marched away, Yeonjun rolled his eyes.

“Good morning,”

Soobin greeted back—mouth still full of bread loaves—while Hueningkai waved.

Y/N just gave a weak smile.

“Why are you here?” Soobin asked once he swallowed down his food.

Taehyun arrived, sitting down next to Hueningkai—his blue robes standing out.

“Is it because Beomgyu and his new girlfriend are getting too disgusting?” Taehyun asked, reaching out to take a slice of meat from the serving plate in front of Hueningkai.

“It’s 7 in the morning—I have no patience for that crap—“ Yeonjun said, before raising his voice. “Or you, Mina—shut it!”

Soobin continued chewing, eyebrows furrowing inquisitively.

“Wait,” Soobin tilted his head. “He has a girlfriend now?”

“Yeah, Lee Daeun,” Yeonjun grumbled.

“But—“ Soobin started, is eyes falling on his sister. “Oh, so that’s why.”

“Can we not talk about this?” Y/N asked.

“Talk about what?” Beomgyu’s voice asked as he appeared behind them, hands on Y/N’s shoulders happily.

“Nothing,” Kai grumbled as Beomgyu raised an eyebrow.

“Okay?” He laughed, hand tugging on the sheepish girl behind him. “Everyone, this is Daeun. My girlfriend.”

Y/N didn’t react, only continuing to poke with her food.

“Hi,” Yeonjun grumbled.

“How exactly did this happen?” Soobin piped up.

“Or when?” Taehyun added.

“Last night,” Beomgyu recalled happily. “Remember the letters I’ve been getting? It’s all her.”

Soobin and Yeonjun—who both found out about the letters—and Taehyun—who, much to the dismay of Kai, suggested Y/N do the letters—all widened their eyes to look at the Slytherin girl giggling next to Beomgyu.

“No, she isn’t,” Yeonjun said, pursing his lips at the glare Kai sent his way.

“I am,” Daeun said happily, giggling as she leaned on Beomgyu’s arm. “And now we’re dating and going to the Yule Ball,”

Before anyone could say anything, Y/N slammed her fork on the table and wiped her lips with a napkin.

“I’m not hungry anymore.” Y/N said.

Beomgyu furrowed her eyebrows.

“Y/N, you barely ate.”

“I lost my appetite.”

“But why—“

“That’s because anyone would lose their appetite with you and your girlfriend around, Choi,” a voice declared. “I would retch.”

Kai groaned, head slamming on the table in exasperation.

Soobin continued eating as Yeonjun started to mix a cup of coffee for him and Taehyun—invested in the scene in front of them.

Beomgyu’s eyes immediately darkened as he looked over at the approaching Gryffindor.

It was true—no matter how much a Slytherin or a Gryffindor liked each others’ houses, there’s always that one person from another house that they hate.

In Beomgyu’s case, that was Song Hanbin.

“I don’t recall you being part of the conversation,” Beomgyu quipped to which Hanbin only smirked.

“I don’t recall your friends inviting you over to eat with them,” Hanbin shot back.

“Technically, we invited no one—they just came on their own,” Soobin said, which was ignored.

“Anyways, Choi, don’t worry your pretty little head—I’m not here for you,” Hanbin said. “I’m here for Y/N.”

The said girl’s head shot up, along with Kai’s.

Hanbin turned, smiling over at Y/N.

“I think you’re really beautiful, and I’ve been admiring you from afar for years now,” Hanbin started.

At this point, Hueningkai’s eyes were wide open—a signal for help sent to his hyungs, who were the only ones who knew about his feelings for Y/N.

Granted, he felt weird that her older brother was so invested in his sister’s love affairs.

Soobin and Yeonjun only exchanged a look of panic, Taehyun next to them signalling a cut across his neck.

“Stop it now!” Taehyun mouthed.

“I think you’re a really smart, captivating girl,” Hanbin continued. “And I’d really like it if you went to the Yule Ball with me,”

At this point, Y/N’s eyes darted all over her friends’ faces.

Beomgyu was positively fuming while Hueningkai was burning bright red in panic.

“She’s not going with you,” Beomgyu replied for Y/N.

“Well, that’s not your choice, is it? Focus on your girlfriend.” Hanbin replied, mocking Beomgyu before Y/N spoke.

“I’m not going with you—“ Y/N said. “I’m going with Hueningie,”

At this, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, Soobin and even Kai himself stopped—freezing as Y/N smiled over at Hanbin.

“Thank you, Hanbin. I’m flattered, but I’m already going as Kai’s date.”

“You are?” Kai squeaked as Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows.

“That’s unfortunate,” Hanbin smiled, shrugging as he backed away. “Better luck next time, eh?”

“Sure,” Y/N nodded, looking back at Kai.

“You’re going with me?” Kai said, a hopeful tone to his voice.

“Of course,” Y/N started, but was cut off by Beomgyu shaking his head.

“No, you’re not?” Beomgyu said, making Y/N turn to him.

“Why not?”

“You don’t like him, right?” Beomgyu said. “Why are you going on a dance with him?”

“None of your concern, Beomie, or maybe I should just call you Beomgyu.” Y/N sighed, standing up and sending an exasperated nod to a frozen Daeun.

“Huh?” Beomgyu asked.

“Have a nice day,” Y/N cracked a small smile as she nodded over to the couple.

As she left, Kai stood up—shooting Beomgyu an incredulous look.

“Next time, try to clarify who exactly you’re talking to and meeting,” Kai said. “Daeun didn’t send those letters.”

Kai left, following Y/N.

One by one, Taehyun, Soobin and Yeonjun took their leave.

Hogsmeade—the district next to Hogwarts where students frequent to do their purchases and spend on a whim during their stay in Hogwarts.

Soobin and Yeonjun—one of the most sought-after in the school—decided to play a prank on their admirers by going to the ball together.

When offered to buy dress robes together, Yeonjun and Soobin refused to go with Kai and Y/N, choosing to go to instead head to the Shrieking Shack (which the both of them have seen a couple of times already, but still frequent to scare the innocent students looking at it for the first time).

Taehyun decided to be a lone wolf—stating that he’d either leave early or make fun of people with Soobin and Yeonjun.

For dress robes, he said he made a promise to go with his Ravenclaw buddies.

No one has talked to Beomgyu since that day with Daeun.

All five promised to meet up at Three Broomsticks at exactly 7 in the evening. It was currently only 2 in the afternoon.

Kai and Y/N found themselves in Gladrag’s Wizardwear—only among the selected few who decided to go for dressrobes first.

Taehyun was already finished by the time they arrived—waving a goodbye and promising to be at Three Broomsticks.

“Yeonjun and Soobin are going to be stuck in line later,” Y/N said as she thumbed through the selection of dresses.

Kai, with arms already holding a brand new set of plain black dress robes, snorted.

“We did tell them to come with us,” Hueningkai said, eyes locking onto Y/N’s arms. “Will you be wearing all of these?”

“Trying out some of them, yeah,”

“I think you look really beautiful in blue,” Kai said, burning bright red when Y/N looked at him in shock. “Just—Just a suggestion,”

Y/N smiled softly.

“What about red?”

“I think you look beautiful in everything,” Kai said, coughing akwardly as he looked off to the side. “I just really like blue.”

“Okay,”

In the end, Y/N got a beautiful blue dress and they left the store with bags carried in Kai’s left hand, and Y/N holding the other.

Hands still tightly clutched in Hueningkai’s, Y/N pouted as she tried to choose what flavor of no-melt ice cream she would purchase for the day.

“Maybe mint chocolate?” Kai suggested making the girl wince, looking over at the boy who was already eating his own ice cream in the wretched flavor.

“That’s disgusting,” Y/N hissed, scrunching her nose up in disgust. “It’s like eating cold toothpaste.”

“No, it’s not!” Hueningkai argued, making the girl roll her eyes and settle on a flavor.

“Vanilla with Cookie Dough, please,” Y/N requested.

“That’s so boring,” Kai commented as Y/N received her own cup.

“You’re boring!” Y/N shot back.

With a grin, Hueningkai shoved a spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream in Y/N’s mouth—laughing maniacally.

Y/N whined as she pulled the spoon out.

“It tastes so weird,” Y/N groaned.

Hueningkai laughed as Y/N continued to whine, stopping when he saw Y/N’s lips with a small crumb of ice cream.

“Your—uh—“ Kai said. “You have um—“

“What?”

Kai didn’t reply, reaching out and brushing the corner of her lips.

Y/N’s eyes widened as Hueningkai blushed, brushing the crumb off of his hand.

“You had a—“ Hueningkai stopped, eyes locking with Y/N’s. “Something.”

Y/N didn’t speak, eyes searching his as Hueningkai started to lean down.

“Excuse me, are you guys still in line?”

Y/N flinched, stepping back in surprise as Hueningkai turned to a bored-looking Slytherin.

“Oh, uh, no,” Kai replied, hastily pulling Y/N out of the way. “Sorry,”

“Next time, make out somewhere more private than a sweets shop.”

Y/N blushed red as Hueningkai stammered.

Next to them, the ice cream clerk was smiling.

Y/N sat next to Hueningkai in Three Broomsticks—laughing loudly as Yeonjun and Soobin started to argue about some stupid things.

Taehyun smirked off at the side, chiming in every once in a while to aid either party to make the argument bigger and bigger.

Hueningkai and Y/N sat side by side, hands awfully close to one another.

The Hufflepuff breathed deeply, ready to grab Y/N’s hand and intertwine it with his before—

“Hi,” A voice greeted meekly, revealing a shy Slytherin walking up to the table.

“Beomgyu?” Y/N asked in surprise as Beomgyu stepped forward. “Where’s Daeun?”

Beomgyu pursed his lips, shaking his head.

Y/N’s eyes turned sympathetic, hand reaching out to land on Beomgyu’s arm.

“Beomie, it’s okay, you don’t deserve a liar,” Y/N said, smiling.

Beomgyu only smiled, squeezing her hand on his arm.

“Will you meet me at the Astronomy Tower tonight, then?”

Y/N chuckled.

“Sure, if you sit down and eat right now.” Y/N smiled back.

Yeonjun snorted, resuming his argument with Soobin.

Beomgyu smiled and took a seat next to Y/N.

At the side, Hueningkai retracted his hand next to Y/N’s.

He’ll probably have to stay with Taehyun, Soobin and Yeonjun for the Yule Ball.

Y/N reached the top of the Astronomy Tower, smiling slightly at the sight of Beomgyu sitting on the ledge of the observation deck.

“Hey,”

“Hi,” Beomgyu replied, still looking up at the stars.

“Just you?” Y/N asked, making Beomgyu laughed as he glanced over at her.

“I promise—no Daeun this time,” Beomgyu said, patting the spot next to him. “Sit.”

“What if I fall?”

“I won’t let you,” Beomgyu smiled, hand steadying the girl as she plopped on the spot next to the boy.

There was a beat of silence before Beomgyu sighed.

“This is how it should have been,” He started, eyes drifting towards Y/N. “Isn’t it?”

Y/N only hummed, chuckling softly.

“Maybe, but things happen.”

Beomgyu smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“So you made me all those letters, huh?”

Y/N winced, shrugging.

“Yeah, blame Taehyun.”

“Oh, I will,” Beomgyu snorted. “He told me you didn’t like me,”

Y/N laughed, looking at Beomgyu. “Well, I told him to.”

Beomgyu only sighed, smiling as he combed a hand through her hair.

“I liked you, Y/N, I always have.” Beomgyu said. “If it was you, and not Daeun, that I met up here that night, it would have been you and me,”

“I was up here, that night,” Y/N shared, shaking her head. “I saw what happened—how she told you it was her and everything.”

“And the kiss?”

“Yeah,”

Beomgyu winced, making Y/N chuckle.

“It’s fine, you know. I had Kai—he followed me,” Y/N explained.

Beomgyu nodded, hand taking hers.

“You know, Y/N,” Beomgyu said. “If you asked me now, I’d say yes.”

Y/N smiled softly—the past few weeks rolling around in her brain.

The one person who cared about her enough to follow her every step of the way, who was there when she got hurt that night.

The one who was there to pick up the pieces and side with her throughout all this time.

The one who always hid in the shadows and backed off when Y/N decided that, no, she wanted to be with Beomgyu instead of him.

She stayed silent, only looking up at Beomgyu who grinned understandingly.

“Yeah, okay,” Beomgyu laughed, making Y/N smile in relief. “So, you don’t like me anymore?”

“Oh, I do,” Y/N laughed. “You’re my best friend, Beomie—I’ll always like you,”

“But?” “Not as much as I used to,” Y/N snorted.

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow as Y/N fiddled with her fingers.

“There’s someone else.”

“Oh?”

“I, uh, realized I always liked him—I just never knew.” Y/N explained, groaning at Beomgyu’s teasing smirk. “Shut up, Choi.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“I know you’re thinking it!”

Beomgyu laughed shaking his head as he leaned back on his hands.

“In the back of my mid, I kind of always knew.” Beomgyu hummed, making Y/N sigh.

Beomgyu turned to his best friend, dusting his robes.

“Do you want me to walk you back to the Gryffindor tower?”

“I think I’ll stay for a bit.”

Beomgyu nodded, smiling and kissing her on the cheek.

“Good luck,” he said.

“Thank you,” Y/N muttered, eyes trained up as her heart felt a little lighter.

There she sat, under the shine of the stars—her heart admitting the words her heart always knew.

Hueningkai stammered as Beomgyu dragged him to the Gryffindor tower, straight from the entrance of the Hufflepuff dorms.

“Beomgyu, wh—“

Hueningkai fussed, successfully shaking the boy off of his arm by the entrance to the Gryffindor towers.

“Kau, where the hell were you?” Yeonjun whined.

Soobin only tilted his head inquisitively as Taehyun seemed unbothered.

“I was—I was planning to come to the Great Hall when the ball started—“

“You had a date,” Beomgyu hissed. “Dude, really?”

Kai furrowed his eyebrows.

“But—“ Kai stammered. “I thought you and her—“

“No, Kai,” Beomgyu sighed, an exasperated smile on his face.

“Oh,”

“Hueningie?”

Kai jumped in surprise, heads turning to Y/N as she exited the Gryffindor tower with a soft smile.

Hueningkai melted on the spot as he saw the blue dress Y/N had picked on their trip to Hogsmeade when he mentioned he liked blue.

He stammered on the spot as Y/N walked over.

Yeonjun and Soobin looked on in amusement, wiping fake tears off of their faces as they muttered about how “they grow up so fast,”

Taehyun and Beomgyu looked on proudly, chattering amongst themselves.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Hueningkai started as he offered out his arm, scrunching his face. “I meant you look beautiful every night, but especially tonight—I—“

“Thanks, Kai,” Y/N smiled, looping her arm through his. “You look beautiful too.”

He only smiled.

A swirl of colors mixed on the dance floor.

Laughter and excitement filled the Great Hall.

By the buffet table, Yeonjun and Soobin fought over the last piece of loaved bread.

Taehyun and Beomgyu idly conversed in a nearby table.

Kai and Y/N awkwardly held hands, slow-dancing upon the insistence of Beomgyu and Taehyun. (Yeonjun and Soobin actually couldn’t be bothered because they were more concerned with the food table.)

Kai coughed softly, blushing a bright red as Y/N smiled in amusement.

“Are you feeling weird?” Y/N asked making Hueningkai shake his head.

“No, I’m okay,”

“You feel awkward?” Y/N laughed as Kai shook his head. “Come on, let’s go out,”

Kai breathed heavily as Y/N pulled him away, her eyes locking with Beomgyu who shot her a thumbs up.

Hueningkai burned a bright red as they exited the Great Hall and made their way to the Black Lake.

“What, are you drowning me today?” Kai teased as he sat by the shoreline.

Y/N snorted, tilting her head.

“Yeah, probably,” Y/N grinned, about to take a seat if it wasn’t for Hueningkai gasping.

“Wait, no—“

Hueningkai pulled off his dress robes and set it on the ground.

Y/N shot him a tiny smile and sat, arms wrapping around her knees.

“So,” Hueningkai said, pursing his lips as Y/N glanced up at the bright moon.

“Remember how we used to look up at the night sky when we were kids?” Y/N asked, making Kai laugh.

“Yeah,” Kai snorted. “I remember we used to say we’d run away with Beomgyu, Taehyun, Soobin and Yeonjun on broomsticks and live off of Chocolate Frogs and Licorice Wands,”

“Simpler times,” Y/N smiled. “That was before I had a crush on Beomgyu.”

At the mention of the older Slytherin, Hueningkai practically deflated on the spot.

He looked back up at the night sky, eyes trailing over at the moon.

“I think I’m like the stars,” Hueningkai said.

“Hm?”

“I’m always there, always shining and waiting for someone to see me—but I always get ignored for the moon,” Hueningkai explained, a penchant look on his face as Y/N turned to him. “but even if I am, I’ll stay there—waiting for that one shot to be seen, even if it’s the time I fall,”

Y/N didn’t reply, leaning her head on her knees as Kai continued to rant.

“I-I—“ Kai said, looking back down at the girl. “I’m a star just waiting for you to see me,”

Y/N smiled softly as Kai continued.

“Y/N, I like you,” Kai breathed heavily, almost as if relieved he spoke the words. “I’ve been holding this back for years and now it’s out. I like you.”

Y/N straightened up, smiling widely.

“Really?”

“Really, and it feels so light to say it—wow. I mean I know you like Beomgyu, and by all the means go for him, but I just really want to admit it and—“

Courage is one of the qualities encompassed by a Gryffindor.

It took great courage for Y/N to lean forward to plant a quick kiss on Hueningkai’s lips.

Kai stopped his rambling, eyes wide as he looked over at Y/N.

His first kiss.

Y/N pulled away, smiling shyly as she looked back up.

“Yeah, yeah,” She scoffed lightheartedly. “I like you, too.”

Hueningkai blinked, hand creeping up to touch his lips.

“You-You kissed me?”

“Shut up,” Y/N snorted, burning bright red in embarrassment. “It was my first kiss too, you know,”

Hueningkai’s smile slowly appeared, widening rapidly as he relaxed in his seat.

Y/N shifted, leaning over to rest her head on his shoulders.

“The stars look beautiful tonight—“ Y/N said. “Brighter than the moon, even.”

Hueningkai only smiled, turning his head to the side as he laid another soft kiss on her lips underneath the blanket of the brightest stars.