#but she caves like a bitch when it comes to cuddles and hugs

[spainkitty]

OC QUESTIONNAIRE

tagged by @merrybandofmurderers 🥰 tysm!!

Name: Lanil (Surana) Lavellan

Nickname: Lane, Shortie, or Bruiser (depending on speaker)

Gender: F (she/her/they, whatever)

Height: 5'3"

Orientation: grey/ace

Nationality/Ethnicity: Ferelden & Dalish elf

Favroite Fruit: any citrus, but especially orange

Favorite Season: winter

Favorite Flower: elfroot

Favorite Scent: ginger(nut cookies)

Hot Chocolate, Coffee, or Tea: coffee

Dogs or Cats: mabari

Number of blankets: prefers cuddles to blankets

Random Fact: Before she ever tried coffee, the only way she drank tea was by overly steeping, so that it was nearly more bitter than flavor.

tagging: @greypetrel (getting you back!), @sillyliterature @azurechicken

[bella-goths-wife]

I really like to imagine that daughter has a really big bed, just coz the boys found a queen size bed frame in the old hotel room they use as her room and at the very peak of the two of them getting along, reader sleeps in the middle and they can both hug her so long as there is absolutely no contact between the two of them whatsoever. I find it funny thinking that they would used to seperate themselves with pillow blockades or in the middle of the night theyd purposely pull daughter away from the other in the middle of the night.

Now they can both be in contact with her but it's more like 'do not touch her waist, that's where I am.'

'Right well you dont touch her leg then'

They slightly brush each others hands and its glares but no death threats coz poor daughter is trying to sleep.

This 100% happens

I think the bed would be quite large because the boys used to sleep on it with you when you were younger and that’s 5 people in one bed. They gave the bed up tho so for a while you slept in it with star but eventually you slept alone since the boys sleep upside down anyway

I’d they boys let James sleepover It’s a miracle. Faith already lives in the cave because of something that happens in her story that leaves her without a home so your used to her being in the bed but if all three of you tried it would be war!

Faith always attaches herself to you in her sleep like a baby because she feels protected and James is Also a cuddler because he is protective.

I see it this way

Faith is closer to the wall so she feels safest away from the door

Your in the middle so you can both protect faith and be protected by James

And James is nearest the door in case anyone tries to come in in the night

I think you’d have to sleep on your back with your arms around each of them so one of them could lay on your chest (most likely faith because she’s a secret perv) and the other puts their face in the crook of your neck.

This might get awkward though because they make eye contact a lot

Another way you sleep is on your side with you pulling faith to your chest and cradling her while James has his arms around you waist which tends to work out the best.

One you got up to use the bathroom and you came back and found them cuddled up together, it was hilarious. You called the boys in and woke them up to see James kiss faiths forehead the way he usual does to you when he wakes up and faith feeling the stubble and her eyes snapping open.

They physically fought after that and were only calmed down when you promised to cook them dinner and do their hair.

They will slap each other’s hands away from you in the night as well.

James, being the petty Bitch he is, will blanket hog away from faith and she can’t do anything about it without waking you up.

All I can say is I don’t recommend, stick to sleeping with faith in your bed in the cave and sleeping with James in your bed at maxs (max decorated your room with stuff that was suited for the both of you so you felt comfortable, he’s your number one shipper)

[writeshite]

Could I request some Arthur Curry fluff+smut? He and the reader have known each other forever, and have always been best friends. They often flirt, protect each other and have that ‘will-they-won’t-they’ vibe, but nothing happens for years despite people always thinking they’re a couple. Reader’s birthday comes and he has a little celebration, though he and Arthur go off on their own to enjoy the rest of the night. They’re having a walk by a beach and Arthur stops them to confess his feelings, and he’s thrilled the reader feels the same. They kiss before things get heated but they find a little cave nearby to take things further, where they start off slow and sweet and end it pretty rough. Aftercare and cuddles would be great as well🤍 a bitch’s birthday is approaching, and Arthur is very much underrated so, why not kill two birds with one stone?

Deeply Loved

Summary:

“Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” you tease.  “I’d rather have the real thing,” he says. “Who wouldn’t?” you quip.

Pairings:

Arthur Curry x Male!Reader

Tags:

Fluff | Smut | Confessions Of Feelings | Flirting

Words: 1343

Author's Note:

Firstly, Happy Birthday, congratulations on another year around the sun, and I agree, Arthur is underrated and deserves more fanfic.

“Guess who?”

You grin; an equally excited laugh accompanies the familiar hands over your eyes; when you turn, you smile even wider; Arthur greets you as he always does - arms lifting you in the air as he turns on the spot - much to the amusement of everyone else. When he settles you back on the ground, he kisses your forehead, “Look at you, ageing like fine wine, huh?”

“Your one to talk,” you say, “I see the ocean has done wonders.” You gesture to his being, and he chuckles. “Glad you could make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

‘It’ being the get-together at Arthur’s lighthouse, his father had so graciously offered to host your birthday party, and his mother had been equally ecstatic to meet you - having heard the word on you and Arthur being idiots in love. A bonfire had been set far from the tides, tables were set up on the walkway close to the lighthouse, and people from town had joined in celebrating, bringing their best wishes - and food. He places his arm around your shoulder, and you lean into him - touch being an ever-important factor between the two of you - when the side-hug passes, his arm settles loosely above your waist.

“Arthur,” Atlanna’s voice rang out; she rushed towards him, enveloping him in her arms; Thomas wasn’t far behind; as Arthur spoke with her, Thomas tilted his head towards him. With the familiar pointed look on his face, you scrunched your face and shrugged. He shook his head, chuckling to himself as he took a sip of his beer - he’s always been the most vocal on you and Arthur. Having spent hours watching the two of you run circles around him, spend countless summers along the beach, and that’s not even to mention the constant flirting or the times Arthur would flop onto your couch after a mission and curl up on your lap.

Atlanna liked to speak to him in Atlantean - despite his own fledgling grasp on the language - he responded in kind. Arthur glances up at you every so often in their conversation - a mischievous smile on his face - you stick your tongue out at him in turn, and he can’t help but laugh. His hair hangs loosely over his shoulders, tucked back behind one ear; the evening is warm, and like many, his clothes reflect that - a dark shirt, jeans, and a simple woolly overcoat. When they finish speaking, Atlanna and Thomas wish you happy birthday again, and you’re left to Arthur’s company. He takes your hand and points to the beach - away from the bonfire - you follow along, kicking sand lightly as you stroll.

Your arms swing along, and when the music from the party transitions to something more calming, he takes a moment to add dancing to your walk. You turn in his arms, hand above your head; Arthur dips you low, pulling you back up; your laughter rings out as he repeats the motion; on one such dip, he pulls you up too fast, and you crash into each other, toppling over in a flurry of limbs and giggles. You lay side by side on the sand; Arthur sits up, leaning against his arm, as he gazes at you.

“Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” you jest. 

“I’d rather have the real thing,” he says.

“Who wouldn’t?” you quip.

He pinches your arm, and you flick sand at him, he turns away, and you stand, making a mad dash before he can exact revenge. You hear him behind you; he catches your arm and drags you back to him, holding you close to him; you note on that, a teasing tone to your words. It doesn’t goad him on as his grip grows secure, and he lifts his hand to hold your face. Your still merry chuckles drift between you as his head comes to rest against yours; every word he tries to say gets interrupted by either him or you; you try to stop yourself but then end up bursting into laughter again. The two of you stand in the moonlight, eyes crinkled in delight, the words jumble into nonsense when the laughter resurfaces again, and he groans, “Ah, shit.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you quiet down, putting on a mock-serious face, “you wanted to say something.” You’re holding in your laughter when you crack up again; Arthur just leans forward, tilting his head and placing his lips against yours; it does the trick, and a sound of surprise comes from you before your silenced. When he draws back, you’re stunned into silence, he tries to speak again, but you move forward, another peck on his lips; it’s an exchange of kisses, both of you interrupting the other before they can speak. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like me,” you joke.

“Gee, what gave you that idea?”

You shrug, “Just a hunch.” You wind your arms around his neck, “Any chance there’s more to this birthday present?” He untangles himself from you, taking you by the hand once more; he leads you further along the beach. Your pace slightly quicker, you tumble into him, nearly falling over again, and you sneak away into an alcove. A soft patch of sand, surrounded by rock, the entrance is turned towards the ocean, secluding the inside away from prying eyes. The ocean filters into the space slowly, trailing up briefly to the sand; once you’re in the alcove, you bring Arthur’s lips back to yours.

Secluded from others now, your hands come up to his hair, running through them as he holds onto your waist, drifting under your shirt; he draws back to tug it off you. His jacket gets shrugged off, and more clothes follow; you think something falls into the ocean, but you don’t mind it when Arthur’s lips trail along your skin. He sweeps your feet from underneath you, lowering you onto the sand, kisses track along your neck, to your torso - where his teeth play with your nipples, as his hands shimmy off your pants. He presses hickeys along the area, tongue licking down to your thighs, bites on your skin, down to your ass; he loosely wraps your legs around his head, licking a stripe on your hole. His fingers enter steadily; as he switches between them and his mouth, your hands attempt to grip at the sand, but with nothing to hold onto, you bunch up your shoulders, back arching ever so slightly; when his mouth envelopes your dick, your hand goes down to his head, gripping his hair as his head bobs up and down. 

You whine when his mouth leaves you, and he makes an amused sound when he pecks your lips again, lining himself up; he moves in unhurriedly, hands holding your face as he peppers you with kisses. You move languidly, thrusts slow; Arthur’s hair skimmed your skin, and you continued to thread your hands through it, lightly gripping it as he moved. You tugged at it every so often, and he responded with sharper movements, the pace increasing as the kisses deepened, your nails dragging along his back as he drove in deeper; you clung to him as he did so. When he comes, he doesn’t release you after, hovering above you as you catch your breaths, and then you laugh; it’s soft, bringing a fond smile to Arthur’s face. “Ten years, and we do it on the beach,” you say.

“Hmm.”

You roll to your side as he lies next to you, your hands intertwined, the party sounds are distant now, and the waves beat against the sand softly; Arthur kisses you again. Nuzzling his face against yours gleefully, when you’ve spent enough time sharing kisses, you sneak back to the main beach - the party’s wrapping up, and you note how several people hand Atlanna money, but it’s not quite as noteworthy as the dried sand on your legs. You and Arthur spend the late hours in the bath, then snuggle under the covers of his old room.

End Note:

Happy Birthday 🥳 Anon. Stay Hydrated.

[hangezoeenthusiast]

The Little Things

gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

person: wilbur soot

summary: there was three things that you and wilbur did together

word count: 848

you were obviously dating wilbur soot, living in the same house as him, in the same bed, all that lovey dovey shit, so there was little things that you and he did together

1. share stuff(mostly clothing) with wilbur

like shirts and sweaters, oh how he loved to see you in his stuff

you looked SO GOOD, LIKE DAMN YOU GO BESTIE

he would feel so shy, seeing you in his sweater that was too big for you

"love, you should wear my stuff more often, it looks great on you."

he secretly simps for you when you walk in the room

oh how good they look, he would think EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. you would even be in a close proximity of him (im listening to wilbur's music rn while making this, pog)

his mind constantly would be, y/n, y/n, y/n, what are they doing, i wanna cuddle with them, where are they, etc.

you would get flustered when he would complement you on your fit

"ohh, you look absolutely in those pants."

"omg, you look great in that sweater."

"why don't you wear that more, your beauty has enhanced even more." (this might sound like shit, but he means you are already beautiful before and after, 10/10 before and 10/10 after)

with him, he would wear your beanies and other stuff that you crocheted, but it would be mostly beanies

like you would make them for him CONSTANTLY since he's such a huge fucking simp for you

"what'cha making love, oh a beanie?" he would secretly scream in his head YES, YES, YES, YES

"love, when are you going to finish the beanie, i wanna show chat," he would pout

"can you wait like 5 more minutes, i'm almost done."

"thanks darling." he would leave, leaving a peck on your cheek

when you finished, you went back to him, sneaked behind him, and put the beanie on his head

"oh shit, you scared me love, did you finish?"

you would nod, and then he would take off the beanie and put it close to the camera

"you see chat, they are SOO good at crocheting."

chat would definitely spam y/n pog

you would make other stuff, like sweaters, winter hats, scarfs, mittens, etc.

he would flaunt them out in public SO MUCH it gives headaches

he would do anything to give you the attention you deserve

you get the idea

2. cooking

cooking with wilbur was REALLY CHAOTIC

like, he couldn't cook a goddamn thing in his life except frozen pizzas, AND THAT DOESN'T EVEN COUNT AS COOKING

so you being the awesome chef you were ;), you obviously had to help your poor boyfriend with cooking

"wilbur, that's salt, not sugar."

"wilby, noo, not 405 degrees, 375 degrees."

he would be so clueless you would probably have to guide him with everything

but when you both make it together, it tastes DELICIOUS

LIKE DAMN, IT WAS A WHOLE COOKED MEAL COURSE (like you ;), jk, don't wanna make you uncomfy)

because of your wonderful cooking skills, it kinda passed onto wilbur

so in the morning, he would make you your favorite meal

"thanks wilby, you're finally catching on."

3. music

and the last thing you would share would be music

you both have your own playlist that you share, filled with his music, one direction, yungblud, halsey, and others (i dont know why, but im seriously addicted to mysoginistic songs, like it brings the BOY out of me that i don't want to unleash, like for example everywhere i go by hollywood undead and she's so nice by pink guy, also my axe by insane clown posse)

you would also have a romantic playlist for dancing

*casually plays as the world caves in by matt maltese*(but seriously, it's a great song, i suggest you listen to it)

music would even go onto him trying to teach you how to play internet ruined me

"it's not that key, it's THAT key."

"y/n WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU ARE BUTCHERING MY SONG."

"sorry wilby 😣 "

he would apologize so much after you said sorry, hugging you and shit, thinking that you were actually sad (TOO BAD BITCH, I AIN'T NO SYMPATHETIC /j)

hahahah, also prepare for him to pop quiz you on random stuff that is significant in your relationship, yaknow, to make sure you love him, JK JK, he's just a bored, lonely boiii

"y/n what was the day we met?""ummm, i believe may 7?""NOO YOU GOT IT WRONG"

you would run away from him, knowing that he becomes full on psycho /j

"COME BACK HERE Y/N, I WANNA GIVE YOU A PRESENT."

so ending that on a crazy note, you do sincererly love wilbur and he with you

you would go miles and miles to be with him

i hate how sappy i got there, but i gotta feed the mcyt/dream smp fans with some fluff, yaknow, to even out the angst and smut/nsfw honestly, i need someone who would be like this

[krispytidalwavesheep]

Hi! I saw that you were interested in requests for Zelda x f!Reader, among others, so I decided to send something and I hope you don’t mind :) An idea based on „We all shipped them together before they made it official because she kept scoffing that she did not like her and yet she always looked at her first whenever someone told a joke just to see if she was laughing too” post I saw some time ago. Basically a reader who is much younger, more optimistic and affectionate than Zelda. Zelda initially maintains her facade, of course, and constantly denies being interested in her. However, everyone, and I mean really everyone, can see what it is really like and they are both just made for each other, despite their apparent opposites. Thanks in advance, have a nice day!

I was/am really nervous about this, but thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it, I wrote this in the middle of the night, while being absolutely sleep deprived. Hope you enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zelda disliked you from the very beginning, even though she wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was your happy-go-lucky attitude or the fact that you were so damn affectionate with everyone, that it almost made her sick. Well, everyone except herself, but she made sure that you understood that you wouldn't stand for such foolish actions. It was kind of pathetic, you hanging of Hilda as you did, and the way you always cuddled up to Ambrose and Sabrina. Who did you think you were, anyway? Nothing more but a nuisance, that's for sure. Zelda couldn't believe that she caved when Sabrina practically begged her to take you in.

Where exactly you came from was still shrouded in mystery. One day you just appeared in the woods, wounded and with amnesia. Of course, Sabrina had to take you in and now everyone was all over you and it annoyed Zelda to no ends. As soon as you got better and more comfortable around everyone, you were practically all over everyone, like a bitch in heat. You even tried to hug Zelda himself a few times, but she made sure that those notions wouldn't occur again. Still, you were so unbelievably nice and cheery, even to her. Disgusting.

You stared at Zelda, who seemed deep in thought and annoyed about something. You were pretty sure that that something was the fact that you were cuddled up to Hilda for some comfort since your night was plagued by nightmares again. Hilda took care of you when Brina brought you to the mortuary and you felt very much thankful for that. You didn't remember a lot of your life before you appeared out of nowhere and with no memories. All that you knew was that you were deadly afraid and hurting all over. Your body was covered in smaller wounds and half of your face was swollen, but the moment you laid your eyes on Sabrina you knew that you would be okay. She had a chaotic but albeit calming aura so you went with her willingly when she took you to her aunts.

At first, you met Hilda and her aura told you all you needed to know about her. She was a protector and she took you in without questioning, taking care of you as if you were one of her own. You trusted her immediately and especially after she helped you through your first nightmare. You met Ambrose next and even though he was cautious of you, he took to you rather fast. You were simply fascinated by everything he told you about magic and mysteries and he liked the audience. Brina and you became fast friends too, even though you didn't agree with everything she did. But she was sixteen and some teenage drama was expected. Especially after what she went through in the past months.

Brina was rather direct and you quite liked that about her. She was like a little sister to you, and she was the first one to muse that you weren't used to affection, which was why she gave it to you willingly. It was kind of cute to see your reactions to physical affection. She knew that it was unusual to trust someone so fast after everything that happened, but you were practically a cinnamon roll and no one ever sensed any weird vibes from you. Except for Zelda of course. But Sabrina had her theory about that...

When you and Zelda first met, the morning after Hilda took you in, you were captivated. You couldn't remember ever seeing a creature more beautiful than her. Her behavior and her aura were completely at odds around you and you wondered why. Especially since her familiar loved you to bits and pieces from the very beginning. Wherever you went, Vinegar Tom was sure to follow and you couldn't sit down without him jumping in your lap and curling up, demanding to be pet. Of course, that was just one more thing Zelda disliked about you. Everything was just affectionate with you, as you were with them, and Vinny's betrayal didn't make it any better.

But still, every time Ambrose told one of his stupid puns her gaze wandered over to you to see you laughing. Although it made her feel weird, she couldn't stop watching you. Just to make sure that you weren't up to something, of course. But everyone, really EVERYONE, had the audacity to imply that she, in fact, liked you very much. Which wasn't true at all. Not in a thousand years.

Her gaze was drawn to you again, as you made cooing noises at Vinny and played with him in front of the hearth, smiling affectionately.

“You're smiling, Zelds,” Hilda smirked and Zelda gave her the patented death glare.

“Whatever you are implying Hilda, I can assure you that it is all in your head,” Zelda huffed and hid behind her paper. Hilda had the audacity to giggle and Zelda gripped the paper just a bit tighter. She tried to ignore you for the rest of the morning, although she wasn't very successful.

“You want some more coffee?” you suddenly asked and leaned over her shoulder, placing your hand between her shoulder blades.

“Remove your hand or I'll cut it off of you,” Zelda just said haughtily, not liking the tingling feeling your hand evoked.

“Sorry, sorry, won't happen again,” you said and held your hands up in a nonthreatening gesture. Which somehow ticked Zelda off even more.

“Remove yourself from the kitchen right now,” she said for good measure and glared you down. Why the heavens did you get so under her skin with just existing? But what happened next shocked everyone deep down to their core. You started yelling.

“What is your fucking problem? Is the fact that I exist that bothersome to you? Why do you hate me so much, what did I ever do to you?! I go out of my way to stay out of your hair and you still so fucking everything you can to make me feel unwelcome! You agreed to me living here, so what. Is. Your. Problem?!” you yelled and to the mortification of everyone, including yourself, you started crying. You stormed out of the house and into the woods, frantically rubbing at your eyes, and before you realized what was happening, you were lost and the sun was disappearing behind the trees...

“Zelda Phiona Spellman! Was that necessary?!” Hilda yelled and glared at Zelda.

“I-I wasn't-”

“That was cruel, even for you Aunt Z,” Sabrina said and grabbed her coat.

“Oh no darling, you stay here. Zelda can go after her and set this right again!” Hilda growled and ripped the paper from Zelda's hands. She was so shocked that she complied and grabbed two coats before she went outside. It was early spring, but it still got cold at night. And Night it would soon be.

Zelda was shaken to her core. You were right, what was wrong with her? Why was she behaving like this, even though you never gave her any reason to? You have been nothing but nice to everyone, helping out where you could, and yet... Zelda felt not like herself around you and that made her angry. Irrationally so. But why? Why did she feel this way around you, the last time she felt like this was when she first met Mambo...oh. Oh no. It couldn't be... her problem wasn't that she disliked you... The problem was that she liked you a bit too much.

Her sub-consciousness must have been so scared of the fact, that it made her dislike you so much. She walked a bit faster after that realization, she had to find you and set things right with you. Apologize.

Zelda was almost frantically running through the forest, using a spell to trace your footprints, but you were faster than her and she cursed her heels. It was getting darker and harder to see, but Zelda knew the forest almost better than her own house. You didn't though, and Zelda found herself sick with worry. She was such a horrible person...

You were shivering in the cold evening, curling yourself into a ball to conserve body heat. You should have taken your coat with you, but you were so angry when you left the house. What exactly was Zelda's problem with you? What did you ever do to deserve such behavior?

You always noticed Zelda looking at you when she thought no one was looking. You even caught the odd smile, unconsciously thrown in your direction when you laughed or played with Vinegar Tom. You always thought that she was shy or something like that, that she liked you but wouldn't be caught dead admitting to it. You heard Hilda and Ambrose talking about how head over heels Zelda must be over you, with all that secret glances and small smiles and you hoped. Hoped, that when enough time passes and you proved that you could be trusted, Zelda would come to like you. Not necessarily as you liked her, but one could hope, after hearing Ambrose and Hilda talk about it, right?

But all your hopes were dashed earlier, when the situation escalated. You were probably no longer welcome at the Spellman house, but you didn't care. No one ever wanted you. You still hadn't got back all your memories, but enough to realize that you were never loved by anyone. Maybe you were too much. Hilda, Sabrina, and Ambrose would come to that realization too. So you should leave now, as long as it is still kind of your choice, but it was so cold, that you couldn't move a muscle.

“Maybe it is better this way...” you mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes.

“Don't you dare to go to sleep, not when I just found you!” an all familiar voice growled and you opened your eyes in shock, looking at Zelda Spellman herself. You just huffed and closed your eyes again. It was just so much easier.

To your utter shock, you felt warm arms wrap around you and the shock was enough for you to open your eyes again. Zelda lied down next to you, pulling you flush against her and somehow you managed to blush.

“We need to get you warmer so that I can bring you back to the house...” Zelda whispered and put the extra coat around both of you. 'Fuck it' you thought and buried your face in Zelda's shoulder. She smelled so good, and you were so tired.

“Don't fall asleep y/n” Zelda urged you and you huffed in surprise.

“You never called me by my name” you whisper and smile. It sounded good coming from her lips.

“Listen y/n I am... I am sorry for how I treated you. It wasn't fair and I regret deeply that it had to escalate like this before I saw reason.”

“'s okay,” you mumble and snuggled a little bit closer. Zelda's hand started rubbing your back gently and she couldn't get over the fact of how right it felt to hold you like this. She was a horrible person for treating you with such resentment when you deserved so much more.

“What I will tell you now, I will tell you just one time, so you better listen, okay?” Zelda mumbled, still rubbing your back.

“Aaaahh there is the Zelda I know and lo-like,” you smile, almost slipping.

“We'll see how deserving of your affections I am when I told you what I need you to tell,” Zelda said, ignoring what you just said for now, even though her heart started to beat faster.

“I am no easy woman. I lash out when I feel vulnerable and my temper is the worst. I treated you like vermin, and you didn't deserve this. I lash out when I feel vulnerable, and I feel that around you, a lot. Even though I didn't realize that until now. I am not as happy-go-lucky as you are, and I am not an affectionate person. At least out in the open. I was told that I am a stone-cold bitch on more than one occasion and I can't help but to agree. I have been hurt y/n, and it pains me to admit, I am afraid that I will get hurt again.”

“Hilda told me what happened. With Blackwood and Mambo Marie. Don't be mad at her, she just wanted to help,” you whisper and Zelda scoffed. You had to smile at that. You two lay like this for a while longer, until you felt how the numb feeling left your extremities.

“I think I'm better now,” you say reluctantly but Zelda didn't let you go just yet, asking for just a little while longer. You wiggled your arms free and wrapped them around Zelda too, slowly and carefully, not to scare her away. Zelda melted instantly into your arms and you smiled. Seems like you weren't the only one starved of affection. Stone cold bitch my ass, you thought and nuzzled a little closer.

“I'm gonna be brave now, okay? I like you very much Zelda, and somehow I think you like me too, don't think I didn't notice the way you look at me when you feel like no one is looking. The point I am trying to make is, that I wouldn't dream of hurting you, at least not willingly. I can be a massive idiot sometimes, but I want to get to know the real you. The one that hides behind all those walls of fear and hurt and I want to... just be there,” you mumble and to your utter shock you heard small sobs coming from Zelda.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay... Sorry if that was too much, I just told you what felt right!” you say and leaned back to look at Zelda. You were panicking. Did you say something wrong? But Zelda just took your face into her hands and bestowed the softest kiss to your forehead. It felt like an absolution.

“No one ever told me that they wanted to get to know the real me. I can't promise you that I will be able to show you my true self, but I will try,” she whispered and buried her face in your neck.

“That's good enough for me.” You said and cuddled closer... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Still taking prompts, and since schools are closed due to Covid I have a lot of time to write and imrpove!

[maybeimamuppet]

day 22: wearing onesies

day 22!! three more days!! eep! also OOPS i apparently forgot to make my drafts the other day. so. have this now :) sorry.

janis is 20 and cady is 19 in this one :) and yes it is kind of important

enjoy!

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“Why is Janis pouting today?” Damian asks in his game show host voice while Janis is slumped over the kitchen counter. She’s fully decked in her reindeer onesie, so all he can see is her antlers and little deer face as she groans miserably into the granite.

“I miss Caddy.”

“I know,” Damian replies gently. “I miss her too. But you only have a few more months until we’re home for spring break.”

Janis pokes one chocolate brown eye up to glare at him. “I don’t wanna wait. I need Caddy cuddles.”

“I’m right here.”

“It’s not the same,” Janis groans again. “You never let me be big spoon.”

“Because you’re, like, half a foot smaller than me,” Damian replies, tickling her nose with some tinsel he’s hanging up.

“Caddy’s smaller than me and she gets to be big spoon sometimes.”

“Caddy is smaller than every human in existence, if you didn’t let her be big spoon she’d never get a chance.”

“She deserves it,” Janis says, returning to her reindeer hood cave and continuing to pout at the countertop. Damian pats her back comfortingly and checks his phone for news from Cady.

-

“You order something?” Janis asks when the doorbell rings, furrowing her brow in confusion. Damian grins to himself as he finishes tacking up some more decorations.

“Yeah, could you grab it for me?”

“Fine. Lazy ass.”

“I’m decorating!”

“Whatever,” Janis calls as she unlocks their apartment door and pulls it open. Her eyes go comically wide when she sees her girlfriend standing on the other side. Cady laughs and squeezes her as Janis rockets into a hug, knocking her back against the far wall in the hallway.

“Hi, lovely,” she murmurs with a chuckle. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“What are you doing here?!” Janis demands with a sniffle, refusing to let go of Cady and, in fact, cuddling closer into her warm neck.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Cady says, taking Janis’ hood down and gently stroking through her hair. “I know how upset you were that you couldn’t come home. I got a ticket last minute to come to you. Love, are you crying?”

“No.” Janis sobs. “Yeah.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” Cady coos. “Let me in, come here.”

Janis continues weeping quietly as Cady is finally allowed entry into their apartment. Cady kicks the door shut behind her and plops her suitcase down before reaching for her girlfriend with a sad pout. Janis buries her face in her neck and clings to her tightly.

“Hey, Cads,” Damian greets as if the situation he’s walked in on in the entryway is totally normal. Cady smiles and gently pats Janis’ back.

“Hi D. Place looks nice!”

“Thanks,” Damian chuckles. “She was just bitching about how much she missed you.”

“I wasn’t bitching!” Janis insists with a sniffle. “I was whining.”

“Same difference,” Damian scoffs. “Go cuddle your girlfriend, you simp. I need to start dinner.”

“It’s impossible not to simp for Caddy!”

“Come on, Bluejay,” Cady chuckles. Janis helpfully grabs her bags and follows her to her bedroom. Once they make it, Cady is promptly tackled to the bed for more snuggles. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Janis mumbles into Cady’s chest. “Nice sweater.”

“Thanks,” Cady giggles. “Nice… reindeer.”

“You weren’t supposed to see this,” Janis mutters in embarrassment. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

“It’s cute! You look comfy,” Cady coos. “My little deer. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“You’ve never seen a onesie?”

“A what?”

Janis begrudgingly peels herself up and opens part of her closet, revealing a wide array of different onesies. “A onesie.”

“Mpenzi, I’m from Kenya. I slept in my flannels and cargo shorts every night,” Cady giggles. Janis shudders at the idea of sleeping in khaki. “They look cozy, though.”

“You wanna try one?”

Cady nods and goes to pick one from Janis’ impressive collection. “You have an Olaf onesie?”

“Yeah.”

“You have an Olaf onesie.”

“…Yeah.”

“You have an Olaf onesie.”

“What part of this isn’t clicking? You have an Olaf onesie in your hands.”

“I can see that,” Cady says, still blinking confusedly at the wall. “My brain just doesn’t compute that it belongs to my fishnets-and scary-boots-and-jackets-with-Frida-Kahlo-painted-on-them-wearing girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Janis says. “I don’t wear it often.”

“Apparently,” Cady chuckles. “I’ll wear this one. Olaf deserves some more love.”

Janis sits on her bed and watches eagerly as Cady strips off her layers before stepping into and zipping up her new onesie. It’s Janis’ size, and even a bit large on her, so Cady is drowning in it. The hood covers so much of her face that the carrot nose is almost in the right place, and she has rather long onesie paws hanging over her hands.

“What do you think?” Cady asks, brushing the hood up from her eyes and grinning at Janis.

“I think I need some warm hugs,” Janis replies, making grabby hands for her girlfriend. Cady shuffles over and flops on top of her before rolling over so Janis is pinning her to the bed.

“Better?”

“Much,” Janis hums contently, resting her head on Cady’s shoulder and purring quietly as Cady massages just behind her ear. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Cady whispers. “Missed this.”

“How long are you here?”

“A couple weeks. I go back on the tenth.”

Cady feels Janis’ happy grin against her neck and giggles at the little kisses she presses there. She kisses Janis’ forehead gently a couple times and squishes her even closer. They both go quiet, just breathing in the familiar scents of each other and delighting in finally being reunited for the holiday.

Cady stares at the decorations Janis has resorted to doing on her ceiling while she twists little strands of her hair together. Janis’ usually blonde ends are green this week for Christmas.

She hears a quiet whistling after about ten minutes, and peeks to see that Janis is completely asleep. She has Cady totally pinned to the bed and is snoring faintly in her ear. Cady grins and continues stroking through Janis’ hair, holding her close and occasionally kissing her forehead.

Janis’ nose scrunches up every time, but the corners of her mouth always tick up in a little grin as the kisses find their place in whatever she’s dreaming about.

She does eventually roll over and off of Cady, removing some of the insufferable heat caused by snuggling in fleecy onesies. Cady sighs in relief and attempts to get up, but Janis snatches her hand back before she can go and has her effectively stuck once more.

“You’re really inconvenient, sometimes,” she whispers lovingly, brushing some stray hairs away from Janis’ face and kissing her forehead. Janis wiggles closer until she’s completely pressed into Cady’s chest once again. Cady smiles and kisses her hair, tangling their legs together and holding her closer.

—-

Cady’s half asleep herself when Damian comes strutting in. “Dinner’s ready, bitches.”

“Shh,” Cady hushes, pointing to Janis. “She’s asleep.”

“Oh,” Damian whispers. “Oops.”

“What are you doing?”

“Blackmail material,” Damian replies, taking pictures from several angles of a remarkably soft Janis aggressively cuddling her girlfriend. And still in the reindeer onesie. “Man, did something happen between Sven and Olaf that I missed?”

“Damian Hubbard,” Cady whispers, trying not to laugh too hard. “You’re revolting. Get out of here.”

“Fine. I have food when you want it,” Damian chuckles, taking his leave.

“Thanks,” Cady calls after him quietly.

Janis snuffles and stirs slightly in her sleep, but seems to drift off again once Cady starts gently scratching her scalp.

“You have no idea how much I love you, mpendwa,” Cady whispers. “How much you mean to me. How much I love this. How much it hurts me to be away from you. You have no idea how thankful I am to have met you. But every day I thank the stars for you. Someday I’ll be able to let you know properly. But for now I’ll say it while you sleep. I love you, I love you, I love you. More than anything.”

Janis tries her best, but she can’t hold back her wide smile as her eyes flutter open. Cady stares at her as if she’s just made the worst mistake of her life. Janis takes action and rolls over to pin Cady down again, holding Cady’s hands above her head and bending down to kiss her.

“You have no idea what you mean to me,” she purrs softly. “How much I’ve missed having you in my arms, feeling your lips against mine. How much I hate our goodbyes and love our welcome home’s. No matter how many times I tell you, it won’t ever be enough to let you know how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”

Cady squeaks and flushes bright red beneath her. Janis grins and kisses her again. Cady returns it eagerly before she breaks away with a gasp. “I hate-how thin-the walls are here.”

“I know, right?” Janis chuckles. “Maybe I can get rid of Damian for a while at some point and welcome you home properly.”

Cady grins at her. “You’ve called this my home twice now.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No,” Cady replies, hooking her legs around Janis’ waist and switching their places. “You are.”

“So technically,” Janis replies, holding onto Cady’s bum. “I’m not wrong.”

Cady rolls her eyes. “Technically, no. Now shush.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Guys, what the hell is taking you so long? Your dinner is getting co-Jesus Christ okaybye.” Damian says, entering the room and immediately turning to leave.

“Every goddamn time,” Janis groans. Cady rolls off of her with a pout. “Later, baby. Let’s go eat.”

“I have other things I’d rather eat.”

Janis crashes into the wall in shock. “Caddy!”

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Later,” Janis says again, trying to get rid of her blush before Damian can mock her endlessly for it.

“Hell of a way to welcome your girlfriend, Janjan. Pin her to the bed and immediately fall asleep on top of her,” Damian teases instead, handing over a reheated portion of pizza.

“Ooh, yay,” Cady says happily. “I love your cooking.”

“You guys can’t con me into cooking all your meals.”

“I can get Janis to, it’s okay.”

“Hey, what?” Janis asks around a mouthful of delicious pizza. “No you can’t. We have a schedule.”

“I could change that if I wanted to.”

“What?” Janis insists.

“You can’t resist my puppy eyes. You know you can’t.”

“Yes I can!” Janis huffs, making her deer hood fall in her eyes. Damian and Cady both shoot her a look. “I can!”

Cady winks at Damian and pulls her best eyes at her girlfriend. Janis’ lips instantly purse in her effort to resist. Cady hasn’t even asked for anything yet. “Jayjay.”

“Hnn.”

“Jayjay, will you pleeeease give me a bite of your pizza? I want to try some of your kind.”

“They’re exactly the same!”

“Just one bite?” Cady continues pouting. She can see Janis’ brain running overdrive, as she debates with herself about whether to give in. Cady kicks it up a notch and leans in, resting her chin on Janis’ chest and blinking up at her pitifully. “I love you.”

“No, you can’t use love against me!” Janis huffs.

“There’s no rules in love, my love,” Cady hums, wrapping her whole body around Janis’ torso. “Pwease?”

Janis tenses. Cady’s really pulling out all the stops here. Resist, Jani- “Fine!”

Cady giggles victoriously and steals her bite. Janis crosses her arms and disappears into her deer costume.

“Where’d you go, lovey?”

“Janis can’t admit defeat,” Damian sighs.

“It’s not defeat!” Janis yells, muffled since she refuses to emerge from her onesie. Cady pushes her hood up and peppers kisses over her hair.

“Come on, lovely, I miss you,” she coaxes. “I haven’t seen your pretty face in a whole month and now you’re hiding from me.”

Janis begrudgingly pokes her face half-out, glaring at the other two. Cady kisses her nose and smoothes her frizzy hair back down.

“You can’t resist mine, either,” Janis pouts, finally revealing herself fully.

“I don’t pretend to be able to,” Cady giggles. “That was impressive, though, I had to do almost all of my tricks.”

“Almost?!”

“There’s things you don’t know about me.”

“Like what?” Damian asks in concern. “Have you killed someone?”

“Could be!” Cady replies brightly. “You’ll never know.”

“What the fuck?!”

—————

“Damian, you should wear onesies with us!” Cady insists after they finish the dishes from dinner. “They’re so cozy, I had no idea.”

“You’ve never worn a onesie?” Damian replies in shock. “Oh, Kenya, right.”

“Janis has a bunch! Go pick one and then we can watch movies!”

“You’re like a cat,” Janis hums lovingly. “You eat and then have the most energy in the fucking world and then pass out in my lap.”

“Yeah!” Cady replies, actually bouncing up and down slightly. Janis grins and picks her up. For some reason, being off the ground seems to calm Cady down a little bit. Damian rolls his eyes affectionately and disappears to Janis’ room to borrow one of her other onesies.

“No canoodling while I’m gone! I live here too!”

“I think we can get away with a little canoodling,” Janis hums, sitting down on the couch and holding Cady in her lap. Cady smiles widely and presses up a bit higher to kiss her at the best angle.

They’re almost able to forget Damian is still there by the time he returns. Cady startles violently when he yells, “I said no canoodling!”

“Cheese and crackers!”

“Sorry Cads.”

“It’s fine,” Cady giggles, resting a hand over her rapidly beating heart. “Now, movies. What do I get introduced to this year?”

“We could binge Hallmark movies,” Damian offers.

“Those are all the same, though,” Janis groans.

“That’s the whole point, Jan.”

“True.”

“What’s Hallmark?” Cady asks. Janis chuckles and kisses her cheek.

“You’ll just have to watch one and then you’ve seen every single Hallmark movie ever made. But we’ll show you,” she replies. Cady sits back down next to her and smiles widely as Janis crawls into her lap for a change. “I get to stay here, though.”

“I’m definitely not complaining,” Cady giggles. Damian heads to make them some popcorn, giving them another dangerous moment alone. Cady peppers little kisses all over Janis’ face. “I love you. I’m glad we get to be together for the holidays.”

“You have no idea,” Janis whispers, resting a hand on the back of Cady’s fuzzy hood and holding her close. “I love you too.”

Cady shifts to a better position to continue, carefully holding around Janis’ shoulders and legs. Unfortunately, she forgets about her carrot nose and gives Janis a solid poke in the eye.

“Fucking carrot!”

—————

hope you enjoyed!! see you tomorrow!!

[jasmehraj]

Super napped

Requested by  WallyandDick

I hope this is what you wanted.

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Tim was doing his work in his office in WE. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept for 3 days. He and his girl-friend, Marinette Dupain Cheng often sleep cuddling together but she had gone to Paris and he couldn't sleep. She was supposed to come today. He was considering calling her when his office phone started ringing. He answered it.

The voice of the receptionist came through," Sir, Mr. Drake!"

The message sounded urgent, "Yes I'm here-"

"Sir a man with blonde hair came here demanding to see you, I told him that he needs an appointment. He asked me for the directions and ran straight towards your office."

Just in time, the door flew open and indeed a blonde man with messy hair came through, "Adrien?"

The security guards lifted him up from the floor. He struggled against their hold.

"Put him down," Tim said alarmed.

"But Mr. Drake-"

"He's a friend." They nodded and released him.

"You can go."They left at that.

Adrien ran up to him, he could see the panic in his eyes, "Mari is Super-napped."

Tim's eyes widened in fear," Mari is super- Wait, what do you mean?"

Adrien frantically gestured with his hands," Mari is a super-heroine and she is kidnapped by a super-villain, so she's super-napped."

Tim just stared at him, "You are making puns? Even at a time like this? Who do I need to skin?"

Adrien huffed," We just landed when we tried to take our luggage a man with a big sack on his head, demanded Tim Drake's girlfriend and she threw herself at him. Just like every time."

"You didn't stop her." Tim frantically collected his things and called the emergency number of the family.

"She was gone before I tried!" Adrien defended.

"Code Red, Mari is kidnapped by the scarecrow," Tim said on the phone, probably to Barbara.

They both ran to the Manor. Everyone had already arrived at the cave.

"We need to work faster or she will end up killing him!!!" Jason shouted.

"I am tracking her. This is their location." Barbara said.

"Let's go. We will need everyone." Bruce said.

They soon left for the location. When they arrived they heard screams and shouting from inside.

"Oh no!!" Dick said.

"That imbecile will not know what hit him," Damian said, scowling.

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When a man with a sack on her head, demanded her, she went to him and stepped on his foot hard and then kicked him in the shin, he groaned in pain. Two goons ran up to her but then the world became blurry. She touched her head and brought her hand near her eyes, BLOOD! Then she passed out.

When she woke up the sack man, Scarecrow she remembered, she hadn't yet encountered him as a ladybird, kicked her in her face. "Take that bitch. I will use my new and improved fear formula on you and see you scream in fear."

She felt a needle prick on her neck. She saw her biggest fear.

Her parents were laying on the floor, eyes wide open and lifeless, blood dripping from their heads. There stood Liar Rossi with the bottle in her hands with their blood. She was feeling someone kick her and they were her ex-classmates, screaming at her.

"Slut."

"Selfish."

"Liar."

"Bully."

"Attention whore."

And whatnot but then there he was, Tim, standing. But he was not Tim. It was his corpse and it was not standing, it was hanging staring at her with its lifeless eyes. She turned her head to see her friends, her family lying dead on the floor. Chloe's skull was smashed. One eye of Kagami was gauged out. The Waynes were barely recognizable. Then she heard a snap, she turned her head just in time to see Gabriel throwing the body of a dead Adrien on the ground, "I took everything from you, just like you took everything from me, you pathetic child. If it weren't for you, I would have got the miraculous, you pathetic children."

She growled tears streaming down her face and attacked him, her old classmates tried to stop her but she just beat him until he was not moving. She felt a hand on her arm and she threw the person to the pile where her ex-classmates were piled, unmoving.

She fought for what felt like hours, she had many bruises but she didn't stop. She will not give up until her last breath.

A person restrained her as one injected her with something. She tried to set herself free but the grip was too strong. Then everything went dark.

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When they finally reached the godown, she was beating scarecrow to pulp, all the goons were piled on aside. Scarecrow was trying to get free but she wasn't giving him a chance. She was injured, it looked like she had clawed herself.

Red Robin ran up to her and grabbed her shoulder gently, only for her to throw him off her. She was screaming, growling, crying all at the same time.

It took all of them to fight her. None of them were able to get close to her. Her eyes were glowing blue. They fought for hours. All of them were injured, even Batman. They had to call help from the supers. Clark and Jon came in after a few minutes. She was even able to bruise Clark and Jon had a split lip. Probably the guardian magic was seeping out of her.

Clark restrained her after an hour-long fight. Jon quickly injected the antidote. Then she blacked out. They carried her to the hospital.

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When Marinette woke up, she was in a white room and was wearing a white hospital gown? When her vision cleared, she looked here and there to see that she was indeed in a hospital room. Tim was sitting beside her holding her hand. When she turned her head to him, he shouted, "Nettie you are awake."

At that, all the family including Adrien, Chloe, Kagami, and her parents came in.

"You are alright." Her voice broke as she cried.

They all scooped her into a hug.

"Don't you ever do that again, Pixie?"

"That was very stubborn."

"Cupcake, that was reckless."

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous."

"That was very reckless of you, Mari-hime."

"We thought we'd lost you Nettie." Everyone was crying.

Her mother and father said, "Never do that again young lady, it took all the bats, superman and superboy to save you."

Marinette froze and so did the Waynes and her friends.

Tim gestured them to go. They all went outside, still in tears.

"What happened?"

".........."

"What happened Tim, answer me!!!"

"You were under the influence of the serum. We tried to inject the antidote but you were too powerful, you were using your magic.......So we had to call Clark and Jon after two hours. Your magic gave them a few bruises but we were able to give you the antidote. You were severely injured. It took you 5 days to recover." He said, not meeting her eyes.

"I hurt you." She started sobbing loudly.

He hugged her, "No it was Scarecrow's fault Nettie, you were under the serum's influence, it's not your fault."

"But-"

"Shhhh. You were trying to protect us. Not to hurt us. It's not your fault."He tried to shush her comforting her.

She sobbed as he hugged her.

"I love you Nettie."

"I love you too Tim-Tam."

They cried themselves to sleep.

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That's it. Hope you liked it wad. I used Tom and Sabine to relay the information cause they didn't know the Waynes are the Bats.

Lila and Gabriel are in jail. Where they deserve to be.

Yes, Damian called her stubborn. He cares for her.

LOVE,

JASMEHRAJ.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #459

“i wanted you to know that i love the way you laugh  /  i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away”

Does the person you like have any flaws? He's never seemed very expressive of what he feels. Has anyone ever given you a ring? Why? Yes. Because it was our anniversary and he wanted to, ig. If you ruled your own country, what type of government would it have? I'm not educated enough to answer this. Creation theory, Evolution or the Big Bang theory? I really don't know what I believe about the origins of the universe, but I do believe in evolution. Describe one of your most emotional farewells. The last time I saw Jason and we talked for a long time, and I finally got my closure. It was all so heavy. It started so stiffly, but it ended with us just chatting and smiling and, to my absolute shock, a hug from him. I'm getting emotional so NEXT QUESTION. What was your last serious conversation about? I was reassuring and comforting Sara about some stuff. Is there a city that you have a particular fondness for? If so, what city is it and why? No. Are there any gnomes in your yard? No. When was the last time you were stung by a bee? What kind was it? Years ago. A bumblebee. Are you gonna buy lottery tickets when you’re old enough? I am old enough, and no. The odds are way, way too small, and I don't really dabble in addictive behavior. Have you ever been into a real cave? No. :( That's a life goal, though. Have you ever posted mean comments on YouTube? I know I did once as a kid. It was regarding Meerkat Manor and I thought it was really disrespectful to Flower just because of the music chosen lmao. The drama. What color is your digital camera, if you have one? Black. If you had to spend one day in any movie storyline, which one would it be? Alice in Wonderland, I suppose? Name the strangest game you’ve ever played (video game or real game): Oh man, I've played waaaaay too many video games. I suppose Silent Hill with how confused it left me at first. Its concept is definitely wild. Parasite Eve is high on the list, too. In your opinion, what is the saddest movie you’ve ever seen? Boy in the Striped Pajamas destroys me. What is the best song to make out to? I could answer this but I'm not gonna lmfao Is there anyone right now that you are simply/overly infatuated with? story of my life ayyyyeeeee Who was the last person to play with your hair? Are they cute? Not a clue. Who was the last person close to you that died? Did you cry? Jason's mom. I sobbed on-and-off for days. Do you consider yourself a healthy person? Physically and mentally? No, in either way. Do you know anyone who owns a boat? My dad does. I'm sure others, too, with how popular fishing out on a boat is here. Do you know anyone who uses medical marijuana? I don't know. Even for medicinal purposes, it's not legal here. Do you know anyone who’s died in childbirth? No. What did you do for your 21st birthday? I was in the psych hospital, so... lmao. Therapy, reading, and coloring. Lots of reading and coloring. Because they did NOT fill your schedule enough there. We only had two group therapy sessions a day, and the rest was just... blankness. If dinosaurs could be tamed, would you want one as a pet? I know I'd be one of the dumb ones that absolutely wanted a tiny raptor, lol. Do you own more than one copy or edition of a book? No. If you could see any musical on Broadway right now, what would it be? Not interested. Do you eat soup when you’re sick? I don't like soup. If you read, which book or series did you enjoy most as a child? My first real series that I read religiously was Hank the Cowdog. Then it was Warriors. Do you buy Halloween candy when it’s on sale after the holiday? No. I really don't need candy available to me. Do you agree with the “they’re just being kids” excuse? It depends on what they're doing. In a lot of cases, no. Do you ever watch talk shows? No. Do you have a/any hero(s)? Mark Fischbach, Steve Irwin, my mom... Have you told your parents all of your secrets from when you were a teen? No. Though Mom has playfully once told me that she knows a lot of things I don't think she does, and that's terrifying lmao. You’re getting married. Who’s your maid of honor and best man? M.o.H.: Mom or Sara. Best man isn't my choice. Would you rather get highlights or dye your whole head? DYE IT ALLLLLLL. Are you wearing anything of any sentimental value? Describe? My friendship ring w/ Sara. It has a heart carved on the outside and "bitch" engraved inside so no one can see when you have it on, lol. She has one that says "jerk." It's a Supernatural reference. Who challenges you the most? In what way? My therapist and psychiatrist. They just help ensure I pursue my goals and give me little nudges forward to reassure me. Who seems to hold you back? In what way? PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT ME. I listen to my anxiety WAY too much. What was the last opportunity that you passed up, and why? Going up to Lake Gaston w/ Mom to visit Ash and her fam. They go there all the time, and it's a real nice place. I just didn't want to go because of the heat. Should there be an application process for having children? Hunny, that would not stop people from fuckin lmfao Name one thing that you think defines you as a person? m e e r k a t s What is a fear you have about living on your own? That depression would get the better of me and I'd neglect taking good care of my house. One of the many reasons I'll never live alone. Not at all saying I'd leave the responsibilities to my partner, but they'd be motivation for me to get stuff done. What’s the worst name your mom has ever called you? I don't know. Nothing that bad. What’s your stance on spooning? It helps me feel safe and loved and alsdkfjalwe I just love cuddling in all sorts lmao What’s your most recent obsession? Violet Orlandi & Melodicka Bros' cover of "Somebody That I Used to Know." Have you ever been scammed? Ha ha, yes. I once wanted to get Jason a Joker and Harley Quinn pillow from deviantART; talked to the artist, paid 'em, never got it. :^) Have you ever fostered an animal? No. I would get WAY too attached to foster. I wouldn't be able to give them up without breaking down, probs. Do you know anyone who acts way younger than what they are? I'm sure I do, but no one is coming to mind atm. Would you say you’re a pretty independent person? God no. Does the last song you listened to, remind you of someone? JASON. Do you currently want a new computer? Yes, actually. I want a desktop PC for better gaming quality, honestly. Also, the "escape" key doesn't work on this laptop, one key is missing so I have to hit the sensor JUST right, and it restarts randomly sometimes. I want a PC mainly because I want to get out of the habit of being on my laptop in bed all damn day. How would your parents react if you got a tattoo? I already have like six or seven, so they wouldn't be surprised. Is there anyone you can picture yourself being with forever right now? Maybe. Who is your truest friend? Sara. What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen outside of your house? THIS house? Idk. Nothing that I'd consider odd. What bug frightens you most? STAG BEETLES lkadjslkfja;lwekjawl;kejrlawer Who is your oldest friend? That would be Sam, and he's in his mid-30s. How long have you known them? Many years. We met via WoW, which I've been playing since '14. I don't really remember how far into it we met, though. Where are they right now? lol I wouldn't know, he's all the way in Jersey. Plus we haven't talked in a while. Have you ever dated a friend of one of your siblings? God no, that would be so weird. What is the best gift someone can give you? An ear to listen without it feeling like a chore to them. Have you ever dated someone who had a child? No. I don't think I could do it. What is the last movie that made you cry? The The Lion King remake made me tear up. Have you ever played in a waterfall? No. Ugh, that sounds like a blast. In your life who has meant the most to you? Let's not get into this. What has been your biggest failure in life? Letting depression and my other conditions take away my identity, becoming my new identity. Do you trust yourself? No. I second-guess EVERYTHING and never know what I should listen to: my heart, my head, my gut... or which voice is what. Would you ever consider getting an abortion, under any circumstances? Yes. What was the last bug you killed? Some kind in the bathroom. Idk what it was. Just a little thing that sort of resembled an earwig, but not completely. Do you prefer profile pictures by yourself of with someone else? By myself, since it's my page. Do you know anyone who has written a book? I don't think so? Do you drink milk/juice from the carton if no one is around? Ew, no. I live with another person, and even if I didn't, what if I had guests? Has anyone ever told you they liked you in a realllly sweet way? Maybe? Has a member of the opposite sex ever given you jewlery? Jason has. Do you find sleeping in cars easy? NOOOOOOOOOO. I'm too scared to let my eyes close and not see what's going on on the road. Has a boyfriend’s/girlfriend’s parents ever gotten mad at you? Why? I don't believe so, no. What is the funniest thing a child has ever said to you. Definitely something my niece has said, but idr what it was. What’s been on your mind lately? Y'all know, lol. Do you feel like you need to get something off your chest? No. Sara was recently there for that. ♥ How would you react if someone told you they had feelings for you? Be very very excited if it was from a certain person.

[slashiest-slasher]

michael, jason, billy lenz, brahms, and thomas hewitt with a s/o who's deceptively strong? like they go to manhandle them one day, or maybe there's a fight/argument and s/o just goes "lmao nope" and pick them or someone else up like a bratty cat????

this is such a fucking mood my dude. i do this to my friends all the time when they're being lil shits and standing in my way on purpose. just boop! pick 'em up and plop 'em down somewhere else | ￣︶￣|o but i'm a big ol' soft boy so is surprises them every single time

‘nother read more bc i physically cannot stop myself from writing hella lot. warnings for nsfw-ish bits with billy lenz and brahms

Michael Myers

- You must've done something to royally piss Michael off, because he has been trying to stab you all day. And normally, you would brush it off as him trying to spook you, but he had gotten a slash in on your thigh that stings like a fucking bitch.

- Okay Michael, you want to dance, then let's dance.

- The next time you see him he's coming at you with his knife, you're prepared. He doesn't expect you to tackle him around the middle, and hoist him over your shoulder like he was nothing but a sack of potatoes. It startles him enough that he drops his knife.

- And he doesn't expect to not be able to squirm out of the grasp you have on his wrists after you dump him on the couch and crawl on top of him.

- You had looked to weak, so pathetic. That was part of the reason Michael spared you in the first place. But now the tables have turned, and while Michael never really like relinquishing his power, to anyone he lets it go just this once. And whatever reason he thought of that made him want to kill you is forgotten.

- But you forget that Michael is stealthy, and thinks he's just as strong as as you are. So he can and will sneak up on you and pick you up. But you easily overpower him. You think he would learn from the first time, but Michael is determined to get one over you.

- The only time he finally, finally learns that you're stronger than him is when you hold him down and tie him to the bed, and have your wicked way with him. It might not entirely be a bad thing for you to be stronger than him.

- But that still doesn't change the fact that Michael thinks he's stronger than you.

Jason Voorhees

- Okay so, you could understand why Jason always wanted to kill the people that trespassed onto Camp Crystal Lake. It was his camp, and campers had killed his mother (even though it was out of self defense). And a lot of the people that came here were, frankly douchebags. But c'mon Jason, these are just some friends that want to go on a camping trip!

- And he outright ignores you, and locks you in your cabin, as if that's going to stop you. You get to the campers before him, because while he may know the lay of the land better, you are overall lighter and faster than him. All it takes is a warning of a serial killer on the loose and flashing a fake police badge for them to pack up and leave, heading to a motel you recommended.

- And Jason is /not/ happy. If he could yell, he would, but instead he grumbles and groans as loudly as he can and stamps his foot. Angry enough, it seems, to try and pick you up and wrangle you back to the cabin. But oh, ho, ho Jason! You're not in the mood for playing around!

- Jason is yet another victim of being effortlessly thrown over your shoulder, and he has no clue what's going on when it happens, until you're halfway back to the cabin. Even then, he's unable to squirm out of that iron clad grasp of yours until you let him go in the cabin, and decide that you're spending the night in town if Jason's going to be in a mood.

- He is absolutely flabbergasted, so shocked that he can't function until you're long gone.

- But you're so tiny. He was almost touching the ground even despite you carrying him. And even though he should feel indigated at the whole experience, it reminded him too much of his mother. Yes, Jason was always a well behaved boy, but there were occasions where he acted up and Pamela had to carry him to his room for a timeout.

- And Pamela recalls this fondly, and says that you're going to be such a good parent if the two of you ever got around to having kids together, even though Jason's pretty sure he can't even have kids with someone, let alone with you.

- Oh well, a mother can dream.

Billy Lenz

- Of course you know Billy's hiding up in the attic of the sorority, but it's not like you're going to spill the beans and tell anyone. Technically, you weren't supposed to be here either, but the girls were letting you crash here during the fallout of some dorm drama. There was an empty room they could never decide on someone to stay there, so it was all yours.

- And Billy loved breaking into your room in the middle of the night. Barb might've had a tongue on her, but you were the one ballsy enough to tell Billy "not to threaten you with a good time" and "put his money where his mouth is if he's man enough". And as far as the girls of the house knew, you had a secret boyfriend who you would have a go at in the middle of the night. Yeah, the people who couldn't sleep through it weren't happy about the noise, but no one suspected it was Billy who was making you moan like that.

- And you had told Billy to knock it off for the night, because everyone was drinking, and everyone was passed out in the living room. And even though they sleeping solidly, Billy knew how loud you got when he slipped his hand in your pants and played with you, let alone his mouth. He was crouching between your legs, trying to shimmy your trousers off, and licking his lips as his mouth watered, so you knew exactly how this was going to go.

- Phyl was starting to shift and groan, so there was no time to waste. Pulling your pants back up and buttoning them as quickly as you could, you tossed Billy over your shoulder in a fireman's carry and sprinted up the stairs, and crawled up into the attic without so much as batting an eye.

- Billy however, oh dear Billy was so shocked that until you dumped him down on the mattress in the attic he slept on. As soon as he was set down, he jumped at you, mouthing at your neck and pulling you down onto the mattress with him, begging you to "Play with naughty Billy again, play with Billy until you make him scream.".

- Sufficed, Billy is very, very excited, and wholeheartedly supports any shows of excessive strength when it comes to him. He may initially have loved holding power over you, and don't get him wrong, he still does, but the way you can pick him up and treat him like a doll really gets him going.

Brahms Heelshire

- Bratty, baby Brahms is a mad cuddle fiend. In any regard, in any way you'll let him. Big spoon, little spoon, forking, laying against each other, hugs, Brahms will take anything you give him, even if it's just holding hands.

- And he knows you love them just as much as he does, and he does use this against you all the time.

- No, no, we don't need to eat breakfast just yet, we can lay in bed a few more hours.

- Fine, you can go pee, but Brahms will hold your hand the entire time (because he knows you'll let him).

- But this was it, this was the final straw. Brahms was sitting in your lap, facing you, arms wound around your neck and snuggled quite happily against the side of your face while you tried to read a book over his shoulder.

- But by God, Brahms reeked. You know baths weren't his favorite, but he had been running through the walls for days while something in the house was being fixed by a construction crew. His entire body reeked from sweat, his hair was greasy, and he certainly hadn't changed his clothes the entire time. You liked when Brahms had a musk about him, but this was too much for you.

- It was a back and forth for the past hour of trying to get Brahms to get up and bathe. You would tell Brahms he was a stinky boy, and he would say five more minutes. Enough was enough. When you grab Brahms' ass, at first he finally thinks you've caved to have fun times with him, but when you stand up and keep him held up by those hands, he wraps himself around you in an effort not to be dropped.

- Even though he has probably been though longer falls than this would be, he begs you to please put him down, but you do not waver. Regardless of how spooked he is, he is also incredibly turned on, knowing that you could take him up against a wall whenever you wanted, or even *gasp* carry him around like the baby he is!

- You can appreciate him shutting up, but in retrospect, him rutting against you and letting out those deep whines might be harder to deal with. Especially when tries pulling you closer by digging his heels into the small of your back. Another adventure for another day, you think, when you dump him into the shower and crank the cold water on full blast, clothes and all.

- Brahms isn't exactly happy about that, but it's a non-issue for you to strip and pin him down in the tub to fling his sopping clothes off and scrub him down with a loofah and wash his hair.

- When Brahms is finally clean, and sitting on his bed in a towel, he carefully plots his revenge. And oh, he will get his revenge. He just needs to figure out how to work around your freakish strength first.

Thomas Hewitt

- So you don't know what entirely is up with the Hewitt's yet, but you know it's something pretty bad is everyone else avoids them, or refuses to talk about them. But you had moved into town with your family quite a bit ago, and you had eyes for their son Thomas.

- You didn't know what the fuss was about when you popped into their gas station and asked his uncle (brother?), Charlie, for proper permission to take him out for a date. After all, it was the only polite thing to do, since you rarely saw Thomas out and about without one of his family members after he stopped showing up to the new school.

- If Luda Mae hadn't stopped him, you would've had your head blown clean off. Luda Mae let you down kinder, saying she was real happy someone had eyes for Thomas, but you were an outsider and had no place in their family.

- Oh well, like that was going to stop you. This boy made your heart thump, and you weren't about to give up because he has some nasties in his family. Hell, your family wasn't the happiest about your choice in crush, but you were determined.

- His sister (aunt, cousin? you didn't really know what was up with his family) Henrietta was kinder, and agreed to be your little liaison, delivering flowers and letters to him on her behalf. And you didn't know about it, but she had been working Luda Mae to let you two out for a date.

- Charlie, oh boy, was he pissed when you showed up on the property to take Thomas out on a picnic date. No matter how much Luda Mae yelled at him to leave you the hell alone, he was still fixing on shooting you clean in the head. Cocky son of a bitch sure didn't expect you pick him up and set him down on the couch, before scooping up Thomas and walking out of the house with him.

- You weren't much to look at, so Charlie was thrown for a loop when you put him in his place, and was down right shocked like you picked Thomas up bridal style like it was nothing, and strolled out to your pick-up truck.

- Thomas is just as surprised, though goes willingly. You had seemed so sweet and kind and soft, he knew you wouldn't mesh well with the Hewitt lifestyle. But you made him so happy that he wanted to throw all caution to the wind. He's delighted to know that you could hold your own against his family.

- Everyone, even himself, expects him to be one big, mean, bastard, but after confirming with an arm wrestling match that you're much, much stronger than him, he lets his guard down. He can be scared, and confused, and not expect a backhand or called an animal or a retard. I mean, you call him a stud, but even he knows that's meant as a compliment.

- He gets so bubbly and happy when you pick him up and carry him around, especially when you do it without him asking. It makes him feel like a kid again. It also puts you two on even footing for once, so he can kiss you and bump his face (which you don't mind? it boggles his mind) against yours.

- And it's always a good day for everyone when you put Charlie in his place, and he shuts the hell up for once. Despite his intense dislike for you, everyone else in the family adores you and welcomes you with open arms. There's not many people that Thomas without exception or hesitation, and they're always welcome members of the Hewitt household.

[dogboyzen]

Summer activities w/ the RFA + Saeran & V

Hi hi!! This is my first post here and my first time writing one of these!! Feel free to leave feedback or requests as well :)) I’m super excited to be here and I hope u enjoy!! <3

Yoosung Kim

•you had to drag him off his computer at the start of the summer

•but now he’s LOVES going outside and doing stuff with you

•he comes up with fun little road trips for you 2!!

•definitely loves the amusement park and will drag you on rides all day

•he also really likes the beach but the sun tires him out easily

•but him being tired doesn’t stop the fun!! This boy loves doing anything, anywhere with you

•sometimes you both need some time to recooperate energy, so you watch those coming of age summer movies on the off days

•In fact yoosung loves those movies!! He’s a sucker for clique but happy endings :))

•summer is his favourite season and as long as your with him, he doesn’t care what you 2 do!!

Zen / Hyun Ryu

•lots.of.sefies!!

•no matter where you 2 are, he loves taking photos of your adventures together and he loves to show you off !

•this man is all for the beach

•but if one guy looks at you the wrong way in a bikini he will make sure the guy knows your taken

•zen will definitely bitch about being in the sun too long cause it could ruin his skin

•comes up with super romantic but simple date ideas

•going on picnics together became a regular thing for you 2!!

•he suggested going to the amusement park with you but when he instantly saw how big the rides were he nearly shit himself

•but when he saw how excited you were to go on them, he sucked it up and came with you on them

•he ended up loving them and by the end of the day you both were exhausted from rides

•zen loves being in your company no matter where it is and made the most of the summer with you!!

•by the end of the summer, his storage was nearly filled with photos though

Jaehee Kang

•Jaehee usually would rather stay around town than going out on crazy trips

•but Jaehee loves going on roadtrips with you!!

•going in the car while listening to music and having small conversations was very relaxing for her

•you can bet your summer was filled with baking and trying out crazy recipes

•when you both couldn’t sleep, you’d do some 3am baking while having deep conversations on the kitchen floor

•she loves going hiking with you!!

•so you 2 ended up camping for a few days :))

•it was a bit of a disaster as it was both of your first times camping, but it certainly was super fun!

•Jaehee loved going on cute dates in the park w/ you, where you both would find a quiet place to watch the sunset together

•you both would go to the beach late at night and go swimming at sunset

•it was a very relaxing first summer w/ her and you 2 already had made plans for next summer too!!

Jumin Han

•you can guarantee Jumin would plan something expensive vacation for you both

•it was a blast!! You 2 went to Hawaii and explored the island together

•you decided to take Jumin to an amusement park!!

•when you told him about it, he didn’t understand as he could easily rent out the place for the day for you 2 calm down Jumin not everything needs to be so extra

•when you got there, he didn’t know where to go as he’s never been to a place like this before

•when you took him on a rollarcoaster, he wasn’t too big of a fan, but enjoyed seeing you smile

•so you guys went on a few smaller ones together

•Jumin would find really cute restaurants with an outside patio to go to w/ you!!

•Jumin would take you on dates on his boat since Elizabeth the 3rd could come and you’d end up spending the day there

•you 2 would dance together in front of the moonlight before heading home

•Jumin loves being in your presence so the summer was spent together, doing a variety of things

•it was the best summer of your lives since you spent it together, and you both couldn’t wait for the future summers to come :))

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi

•‘MC wake up, wake up, we need to get ready for the amusement park’

•‘Saeyoung it’s 5 in the morning let me sleep”

•this boy was excited to go anywhere and planned something super fun almost everyday with you!!

•he didn’t get to experience a lot of things during his childhood so the summer was spent living out his childhood fantasies!!

•he LOVED the amusement, like yoosung

•would try to go on every ride with you

•by the end of the day you both were exsuated, arms full of stuffed animals, won from the carnival games which he was literally a pro at

•it was 7am one morning and you woke up to water get splashed on your face, it was a waterballoon.

•you, Vanderwood and Saeran all looked pissed off coming out of your rooms, to see what the hell happened

•it took no less than 10 seconds to realize this was one of Saeyoungs pranks

•and as soon as you realized that, Saeyoung popped up from behind the couch and hit Saeran square in the face with a waterballoon

•if Saeran wasn’t already pissed, now he was, and 30 minutes, 130 waterballoons, and 4 soaked adults later, the waterballoon fight was over

•this was just one of the many pranks Saeyoung pulled this summer, but you eventually started to get in on them with Saeyoung!!

•you both had such an exciting summer together, and Saeyoung was bummed it was over :((

•but that doesn’t mean the fun is over!! Saeyoung had already started to plan next summer to be even crazier with you!!!

V / Jihyun Kim

•if you thought Zen took a lot of photos, wait til you see the amount V took

•he took his camera everywhere so he could capture the fun moments he had with you!!

•he wasn’t a big fan of commercial attractions, but rather more relaxing trips

•you 2 went camping together, by the lake for 2 weeks!!

•you loved to help V by modeling for his photos! So you both would do adorable photoshoots together!!

•you guys were literally a living aesthetic

•this man would work so hard on coming up with the cutest dates for you guys!!

•you 2 would go on a small vacation together to a private beach 3 hours away!!

•you 2 would play in the water and every chance he got, he couldn’t stop telling you how beautiful you looked god this man is literally an angel wtf

•On the days you stayed at home, you 2 would cuddle together while watching movies

•your summer was spent together surrounded by relaxing scenery

•it was the first time since he left Rika, he realized that they were never meant to be together and you were always the one for him

•when he told you this your heart melted someone give this man a hug

Saeran

•it took a few days to convince him to leave the house and do stuff

•Saeyoung convinced him to go to an amusement park and he refused at first but seeing as you seemed excited to go, he caved and went

•he never liked crowds but nothing mattered as long as you were with him! He didn’t want to admit it, but he was having the time of his life there

•he wasn’t the biggest fan of rollarcoasters but enjoyed the smaller ones, and he was surprisingly good at carnival games, much like his brother

•he would watched a kid fall in line and laughed ‘shhh Saeran they are looking please’

•he was determined to try 50 flavours of icecream this summer, and it’s safe to say you guys doubled that goal

•no matter where you went, you would always find an icecream shop and you 2 would try all the new flavours

•your local icecream parlor knew you 2 by name, at the end of the summer

•you guys would go for cute walks in your community garden together and when it got late, you 2 would stargaze together!!

•Saeran loves watching the stars, and being with you made everything better!

•you 2 went on a lot of cute dates!!

•he surprisingly enjoyed the beach a lot but preferred to find a more private one where there was less people

•by the end of the summer he came a lot out of his comfort zone and even though he didn’t admit it, you knew he couldn’t wait to do some of the same things next summer!!

[floralseokjin]

— crystallised 06 (m)

crystallised /ˈkrɪst(ə)lʌɪz/ (verb) make or become definite and clear 

Six weeks, that’s all it takes to forget about the threesome you shared with your boyfriend, Yoongi, and your past... fuck buddy, Seokjin. After all, it’s no big deal. Yoongi and you are doing better than ever, there’s no reason to regret such a night shared. That is until you hear some gossip in the library one day, and then slowly, little by little, everything starts to fall apart... Can you begin to make sense out of all this confusion, or is it too late? 

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  genre/warnings; fluff, fluff and more fluff, smut in the form of dry humping, and did I already say fluff???? here, have some more  words; 10,481

sequel to; memoirs of a mistake and lostmyhead

chapters; 01 ⤑ 02 ⤑ 03 ⤑ 04 ⤑ 05 ⤑ 06 ⤑ 07⤑ 08 ✓

Seokjin ended up staying the night. It was inevitable really. You weren’t letting him go after you’d only just got him back. Not like he wasn’t dropping enough hints though. Could stay like this forever, he’d murmured hot in your ear, your body smushed to his as you lied down on the sofa, watching Netflix again. Some things, you realised, wouldn’t change and actually, it turned out Seokjin and you had already practically been acting as a couple anyway. It was just now he had his arms around your middle, hands woven together and his mouth on your neck. Lips too. Yeah, the kissing fest was still happening. You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone a damn thing about what had happened in the last three episodes of The Vampire Diaries if they asked. 

Spend the night didn’t really have a question mark after it. It was Sunday anyway, neither of you had work and just the thought of doing nothing all day with Seokjin seemed like pure bliss. Your plan had been to call Lina tonight and gush about everything, but you guessed that could wait until tomorrow night. You’d just have to evade her messages until then, because keeping information like this from your best friend was killing you, but also, maybe you weren’t ready for the “Oh, my God, it was all down to ME,” I told you so’s… 

You got ready for bed in the bathroom one by one, almost giddy when Seokjin came out in just his t-shirt and boxers. Knees practically vibrating against one another as he got into bed next to you. His side. You were finally sharing your bed with him again, and then you were a tangle of limbs, his body glued into yours. His legs warm against yours, chest warm, body heat encasing you with the help of his arms. This was it. Pure bliss. How it was always supposed to be. 

In the safety of your bed, surrounded by darkness it was easy for even more confessions to slip from Seokjin’s lips. There were funny ones. Thoughts that slipped into his head. Like how he’d been unreasonably jealous of every guy who’d checked you out at the gym. How your ass had looked quote, “fricking delectable,” unquote, with a side helping of bum squeeze to go with. “Been wanting to do that forever,” he sighed in complete and utter content. You giggled, revelling in it really. How could you not. It wasn’t like you hadn’t ogled him while he was squatting or doing press ups… He was very happy when you let that slip… It was cute to fill in the missing gaps, but there were also unhappy confessions too. Ones that made your heart pang with sadness. 

Every time he’d pined for you. Not far from him, but still deeply out of reach. Like how he’d hated seeing you cry after your argument with Yoongi the night of that party. He was awkward and he didn’t know how to comfort you, but that was because he wanted nothing more than to tell you the truth. The truth about his feelings, and how he thought you should be with him not Yoongi. When he’d walked you home and you’d made to kiss him, (so he had realised) it took him everything not to give in. He knew you were upset, vulnerable and he didn’t want to take advantage of the moment. It wouldn’t be right, but the hug was the best sensation he’d felt in all his life. Then you’d turned up at his door after the breakup. Like some sign from the heavens above he was making a mistake with Jemma, and even if he could only have you as a friend, even if it hurt like crazy to hear you talk about Yoongi, it was okay. Because he had you in some kind of form. The best form. Just you. 

With your glassy eyes, you both began to reminisce into the early hours of the morning. Muffling your laughter at some points because it got too loud and your neighbours would hate you. 

“Was it just me, or when we went to watch Endgame did you get distracted remembering back to that time you gave me a hand job? It was the exact same screen room too.” He spoke into the darkness. Just when eyelids were getting heavy, legs still tangled together, your head on his chest.  

“Oh, my god.” 

“No. Not even in a perverted way. I thought of that as our unofficial first date for the longest time.” He was trying to be funny, but that was actually really cute. You’d held hands for the first time that night. You’d done so as a joke, teasing him. Actually, he’d been adamant it wasn’t a date, not a fan of your jesting. You understood why now. He was afraid you didn’t feel the same. 

“I remember we held hands as we walked back to your car.” 

“Mm. I liked that.” On cue you felt one of his hands find yours to slip them together, kissing the top of your head at the same time. You smiled to yourself. “Let me take you on an official first date.” 

“Where do you have in mind?” The smile was still on your face, could hear it in your voice. 

“Zoo.” He replied matter-of-factly. 

“Zoo?” 

“You pretty much stood me up last time.” Silence. The memory came back to you instantly.  “–annd you don’t remember…” His tone was light, playing with you, but nope, you wouldn’t have it. 

“No, wait!” You exclaimed, turning around in his arms to find his face. Your eyes had long adjusted to the dark, you could make out the greatly amused grin on his face easily. “I do remember! I just didn’t think you were serious.” 

You hadn’t actually figured out what he was trying to do when he’d asked you out back then. You’d been too distracted anyway… Too excited for your date with Yoongi… 

“So serious. So jealous. So sad.” That didn’t help either. He was messing around but it still made you feel all not good inside. 

“Seokjiinn.” You whined. 

He laughed, arms wrapping around your middle to squeeze you to him. “No, but I do really want to take you to the zoo on our first date.” He pecked your mouth, ridding the pout that had formed. “Let’s go Tuesday. We can skip class.” 

“Oh,” you cocked an eyebrow. “You’re making me skip classes already. You’re a bad influence Kim Seokjin.” 

“And what are you going to do about it?” He grinned, voice now a little croaky from lack of sleep. Sexy though. 

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You both did manage to get a few hours sleep in the end. Voices were sleepy, conversation waning off and then eyes were closed. You woke up first. Your body clock didn’t seem to realise when it hadn’t had eight hours sleep. So here you were wide awake on five. Seokjin was still dead to the world though. Hooked around you like some sort of monkey. You wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever, but you forgot the cost it came with. Excessive heat. Maybe you hadn’t woken up naturally… Anyway, somehow you wriggled free, Seokjin not even stirring as he rolled onto his back. You took a moment to study him. Cute in sleep, gigantic lips pouting naturally, forehead slightly creased, like he was dreaming of something serious. The events of the night before were truly sinking in. This was actually happening. You and him. 

You didn’t want to wake him just yet. No. You had a better idea. You were sure you had the right ingredients to make pancakes. First, a quick detour to the bathroom to empty your bladder and brush your teeth – hair too. You knew you looked this unkempt in the morning, but Seokjin wasn’t used to it anymore. Silly of course, like he gave a shit. You tried to keep as quiet as possible when you started finding and weighing ingredients, aware that there were basically only four walls in this open apartment, if you didn’t count the bathroom. Which was just about hiding Seokjin out of view, the jutting wall part of your kitchen storage. 

Distracted from mixing as you messaged with Lina back and forth, (she really did love bitching about this one coworker…), you nearly dropped your cell into the bowl when you read what she came out with next. 

Lina (9:58am)  So are we just gonna ignore the fact u probably fucked Seokjin last night? MAYBE you’re doing it right now  Sorry my bad for interrupting 

So much for evading her messages. Impossible, and now look. 

You (9:58am)  Wtf  im making pancakes like i said  …………. but yeh jin might be in my bed  we didn’t bang tho  we’re taking things slow 💖💘💗💕💞💓💝

Lina (9:59am)  YOU BITCH  WJY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME 

You (9:59am)  i was going to tell you last night :(but got distracted  come over later???? i’ll text u 

Lina (10:00am)  So you actually made a move at the party??  I KNEW IT 

Strange. You’d taken it as a given that she had. Especially with the very direct accusation… Or maybe she just knew Seokjin and you couldn’t keep up this ~friends~ bullshit for any longer. Someone would cave, especially after Brian’s party. A ticking time bomb but no one blew up after detonation. Thank God. 

You (10:00am)  🤔🤭🤫😶

Lina (10:00am)  YOU BETTER SEND HIM HIME TINIGHT  I NEED to know the details  Have fun being a sexy housewife making pancakes  😘

You (10:01am)  hehe 🥰 << me rn 

You were so preoccupied, you hadn’t heard Seokjin waking up, jumping a little when his arms wrapped around your middle, face nuzzling your neck as he hugged you from behind. 

“Where did you go?” His voice was thick with sleep and whiney. 

Putting your phone down, you tried to fight your smile, but nope, this was really happening, and it was better than you could have ever imagined. “I’m making breakfast.”  

“I wanted to cuddle,” he whined again. Sounded cute. “Literally been dreaming about it forever. You’re evil.” 

“Am not.” You laughed, twisting in his grip. “We cuddled all night.” 

Facing him now, you wrapped your arms around his neck, an amused grin on your face. You didn’t think it was possible to cuddle all night, but hey, you’d been proved wrong. You should’ve known. Seokjin was as determined as ever. Only now softer. You liked soft. You liked him.

He squeezed your waist, a pout already formed. “I want more.” 

“Patience, bitch,” you hummed softly, bemusing him for a second before he chuckled. You leaned up to kiss him. “Haven’t brushed my teeth,” he murmured. 

You rolled your eyes. “Like I care.” There were some things you’d waited long enough for, even without realising, and you’d be damned if you didn’t take every opportunity you had to kiss him. One of you had brushed your teeth, that’s all that mattered. 

It wasn’t a showy kiss, mostly slow and lazy. Definitely indulgent though. You almost clung to his bottom lip each time you grazed against it, feeling warmth whenever his breath shook. You felt warmth in the way his hands gripped you too. Safe but free in his hold. Giddy when one wrapped around the small of your back and his fingers grazed the top of your ass. It was exhilarating to feel him touch you so casually. A little tiny niggle of frustration too, because why hadn’t he been doing this from the beginning? You both were fools, but not anymore. 

“What you making?” He murmured when you both parted, curious. 

A hand slid around your hip as you turned your back to him again, picking up the wooden spoon in the bowl to begin to mix again. You gave him a tiny shrug. Not wanting to make a big deal. “Pancakes.” 

He sighed like a king. “Spoiling me already.” Your tut in response choked out when he tapped your ass playfully, wondering off to nose through your cupboards. “Don’t burn them.” 

He found what he was looking for. A box of cereal on the top shelf. “Seokjin,” you chided gently as he grabbed a bowl from the draining rack. “Cereal? Really?” No way could he have room for two breakfasts. 

He grinned goofily. “Appetiser. The starter.” 

You stared him down, practically calling his bluff, but nope, there he went, shaking the cereal into the bowl. Milk following. That’s when you laughed. You couldn’t help it. “You’re nuts.” 

“Yeah, for you.” 

You scoffed quietly at his comeback, a small smile on your face, unable to hide your happiness, and went back to mixing your pancakes. Yeah, it would take a little time getting used to that cheesiness. You needed to step up your game. 

If you were joined at the hip before, it wasn’t nothing on you now. Not that dating changed much overall. If people had already thought you were together, that was only affirmed as you held hands around campus and kissed goodbye at the door of your next classes. Lina was super happy you’d finally admitted your feelings to one another. And not in a gloating way either. Like a piece of fan fiction, she said: The girl who tamed a fuckboy. Yikes, how basic. Sounded like something from Wattpad. You much preferred the trope “Two idiots finally realise their feelings for one another.” Fit you both perfectly. 

Surprisingly, there were no I told you so’s from her, just a rare guilty look as she confessed she felt “kinda to blame.” Her distaste for Seokjin in the beginning may have hindered your view. You did after all keep your hook ups a secret for so long. But no, you reassured her, that was all on you. Despite the great sex, originally the idea of people knowing you’d given into Kim Seokjin was, how should you say, unappealing, but you’d soon (ish) seen how judgemental that was. If anyone was to blame for the delay, it was you. Not that you dwelled on that anymore. 

It was the little things that made you vibrate at a high frequency. Sheer happiness just doing doing the most mundane things. Being able to land a kiss on Seokjin anytime you wanted. Binging so many shows it was probably unhealthy now, yet it didn’t matter with his arms wrapped around your waist. Lying in his bed watching him grow frustrated as he gamed at his desk. Taking him shopping with you and hearing him whine in complete and utter boredom… It all brought you joy. There was no awkwardness, no trying too hard. It just all came naturally. You worked perfectly like this. 

The Pet names started. The first time was when you’d been in near tears on the zoo date. Hating the way the animals were all so far from home and trapped. Seokjin had felt beyond guilty, a distraught, panicked look on his face as he apologised for even thinking of taking you here as a first date. He even said sorry for being shit at comforting you, but as soon as the Baby, please don’t cry had rolled so casually from his tongue, so endearingly in fact, and gentle and soft, he’d done his job perfectly. It was your turn to comfort him. No matter what, your first date wasn’t a complete blow out. You got to feed a giraffe and watch the guy you were crazy about lose his shit over a cute little deer. All while skipping class… Couldn’t get much better than that. 

And for someone who’d never been on a proper date before, Seokjin sure made up for it with you. You tried the fancy dinner route. Found out it wasn’t for you when you accidentally rubbed the eyeliner from your right eye. Seokjin thought about waiting until you realised, but inevitably couldn’t do it to you. Although you were sure it was because he couldn’t hold his laughter in. You both enjoyed simpler, less showy outings, and of course you planned stuff too. When you took him to the gig of one of your favourite groups you thought his head was going to explode. He complained his ears hurt all the way back home. You took the time to rinse him on his own music taste. 

“It’s okay, next time Taylor Swift goes on tour I’ll get you tickets,” you teased. To which he scoffed. 

“You seem to forget I work in a gym. I listen to whatever comes on the radio.” 

Of course you had a comeback. Quick and witty, you were an unyielding duo. “You seem to forget earphones exist.” 

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You weren’t one for posting your life on social media. In fact, you didn’t really post on there much at all. Mainly because you sucked at aesthetically pleasing photos on Instagram and regretted every time you overshared on Twitter. And yes, by oversharing you meant an I’m tired after a full day of classes and a shift at work… Seokjin was little of the same, but the first time he uploaded a selfie of you two (a highly unflattering one at that, but hey ho) you may have melted… Made it all feel so real. 

Caption: Me and my baby 🤧💞 80 likes

You: Yes! You’ve finally given in to that emoji life 🤗😍😭 Seokjin_Kim: Yes! You’ve finally learnt proper grammar (Capitalising correctly) 😘  itsholly: so cute!!!  JungHobi: @Joon94 @San_deul That’s it guys… we’ve lost him to luuuv 🥺 hi_itsbri: Legit?! Congrats man!  Seokjin_Kim: @hi_itsbri Legit! Much appreciated!  Seokjin_Kim: @JungHobi So glad I’m free ^_^ Joon94: RUDE  Joon94: @Seokjin_Kim  San_deul: @Seokjin_Kim Nice try. You live with me 

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After that, it didn’t take you long to start double dating. Seokjin wasn’t brave enough to accompany any of your friends yet, despite Lina being adamant her and Jimin wanted to hang out, but you went plenty with Sandeul and his girlfriend. You favourite was the time you went to the VR arcade with them. You’d never laughed so much in you life—nor felt so scared! You also seemed to hang out with Hoseok, Namjoon and their girlfriends a lot, who preferred to stay in most of the time, eating take out or drinking some. It was on one of those occasions that Seokjin adorably got moody because you laughed at Hoseok too much…

“What’s up with you?” You asked, coming out from the bathroom to see Seokjin still sitting on your sofa with the same frown he’d had since you’d left Hoseok’s place. 

“Nothing.” 

You sighed and bounced into the seat next to him. “Are you in a sulk?” As if it wasn’t obvious. 

He shook his head. “No.” 

“Jiiin!” His name left your mouth in a whine as you pounced on him, climbing onto his lap. Despite his one word answers, he reached for you hips naturally. “You’ve been acting strange since the ride back to mine.” You paused to side eye him, sounding snippy yourself now. “Maybe you should’ve just gone home…” 

“No,” he answered immediately, clinging to you tighter. “No. It’s nothing.” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. He hesitated. “Do you think Hoseok’s funnier than me?” 

You stared at him for a moment, a bemused look on your face, because no, that couldn’t he it. Could it? How adorable. “What kind of question is that?” 

“Is that a yes,” he pouted, dropping his hands from you. His jaw tightening. 

“Not at all. It’s a reply of confusion.” 

He sighed. “You’re delaying” 

You had to laugh then. He was being ridiculous. Was he really self-conscious about it? Hoseok was a funny guy, he knew how to entertain, but it wasn’t something you took notice of much. You leaned in, making sure Seokjin was looking at you and spoke slowly. “No. I don’t think he’s funnier than you.” 

It didn’t work. In fact, he averted your gaze to look down at the arm of the sofa. Pout in his voice. “You were laughing all night at him. Ignored me when I said something. I’m used to the guys brushing off my jokes and never laughing, but you…” 

Wrong. You had not been ignoring him all night, but he sounded so dejected you really did think he believed it. You cupped his cheek. “I always laugh at your jokes.” 

“Yeah, probably because you think you have to.” Voice a mumble, you rolled your eyes. 

“Have I, or have I not always thought you were funny?” You’d been laughing because of Seokjin for as long as you’d known him. Even when you didn’t want to admit it. “You’re much funnier than Hoseok. Namjoon? No question. Never met someone so unfunny.”

Seokjin actually managed a little smile at that. Your lame attempt at being funny yourself.

“Yay. That’s what I want to see. A smile.” To emphasise, you pulled the corners of his mouth up with your thumbs.  

“Get off,” he grumbled, but there was now a gigantic grin on his face. “I just need to make sure, y’know? My humour is all I have.” 

You scoffed. “Shut up.” 

“Okay, humour and face.” 

You leaned in once more, tone sincere. “You have way more important qualities.” 

“Great.” He sighed. Fairly dramatically. “Now you’re calling me unfunny and ugly?” 

But mouth already open in argument, he was kissing you with an amused chuckle, not knowing you’d never let him forget the day he worried Hoseok was funnier than him…

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After a few weeks the novelty of going outside wore off, and soon you were back to staying in. Sharing time between homes, although yours was the preferred, living alone and all. It got pretty domesticated some nights, cooking together, back hugging him as he cut onions because you complained it made you cry. When you said you binged TV too much, you weren’t playing. Somehow you’d completed The Vampire Diaries and were onto The Walking Dead now. Zombies made you a bit uneasy, but actually you found yourself getting quite into it. So into it you searched spoilers ahead of time, too guilty to tell Seokjin your secret. It turned out he was doing exactly the same thing behind your back… You’d both found out your favourite character was soon to die, and reading it had already emotionally broken you, so for now, binging was paused. 

Not that you had much time these days. College was kicking up a notch. You had a final piece that needed to be finished by the beginning of February that was a large percentage of your grade this year and Seokjin seemed swamped with assignments and tests. Along with a part-time job, it was a struggle to find some time to spend together. And that’s how Seokjin convinced you to join the gym again. It was a hard no at first, but he put up a good argument… You could hang out together while he worked and you found not everything was completely body destroying there… You could keep up a worthy enough pace on the treadmill. Look somewhat passable on the elliptical… They were both also very great vantage points for some light viewing (perving) of your man… Squats really were invented for him. Just no one tell him that because he’d get a big head… 

Caption: The only plus side of going to the gym 🏋🏻‍♂️🍑🤤🥵 43 likes 

Linaa: GROSS  Linaa: can you not publicise your weird kinks 🤮 You: @Linaa were you or were you not going on about Jimin’s booty two nights ago ????  You: @PJM tell your girlfriend to shut up  PJM: Guys 😩😩 me and Jin really don’t deserve this  Seokjin_Kim: WHEN DID YOU TAKE THIS?! 

He may have seemed outraged but that wasn’t what he sounded like over text two minutes later… 

Jin💞 (5:47pm)  So I hear you have a thing for my butt   ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“You know I can’t control myself,” you told him later on that night when he’d come over, pinching said butt as you hugged. 

“Stoppp,” he whined, bottom lip jutting out but he didn’t sound very believable. 

“What? I can take full advantage of butt squeezes now.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t been doing the same. You try getting to sleep with two hands cupped firmly around your ass. It got annoying after a while… 

He shook his head slowly. Like he was disappointed. His arms still slung around your waist though and a small smirk itching its way across his mouth. “Twisted. Should’ve known… I still get nightmares.” 

You met his eyes, a glint in them. You knew exactly what he was referring to. To avoid all the crude details, let’s just say an experiment might have occurred…to see how much pleasure one could derive from the prostrate gland…  “Shut up. You’re the one who brought it up, so like, obviously you enjoyed it.” You moved in slowly as you spoke, looping your arms around his neck, a grin on your face. 

He sighed your name quietly. “I’d enjoy anything if it was with you.” Dead romantic over some anal fingering. No sarcasm. It really was. You lips were centimetres apart. So close you could almost taste him, but then he pulled away abruptly. “But that’s besides the point. You obviously told Lina–mfphh!”

You couldn’t wait any longer. Kissing him was your favourite pastime, and well, there had been a lot of kissing this past month. Lots of cute kissing. Chaste or stolen. Soft and gentle. Slow. Fast. Lots of fast kissing. Messy and wet. Eager, sometimes impatient. Lots of heavy breathing, warm bodies and ruined underwear on your part… Although Seokjin had his fair share of problems in that area too. An overactive erection. Taking it slow didn’t mean you couldn’t kiss until you were overheating, grind until you were shaking… Grope until you were moaning. 

You were straddling him on the couch doing just that when you heard a voice calling outside your door. Sounded like your mom but god, that would be the worst thing ever. 

“Yoo-hoo! Are you in?” 

Nooo. It really was your mom. Who needed a cold shower at a moment like this? You were pulling away from Seokjin immediately, hazy mind clearing like magic. No one wanted to be caught getting frisky by a parent. It had happened once a couple of years ago and you in no way wanted to relive that. 

“My mom,” you groaned at Seokjin, answering the puzzlement on his face. 

It quickly turned to panic. “Oh shit. What?” You nodded, quickly getting off him to make your way to the door. “Where are you going?” He panicked harder. 

“To open the door.” You laughed. “Can’t leave her out there.” 

He jumped up. “Hold on. Hold on. My dick”s half hard.” Luckily he did remember to keep his voice down, shoving a hand down his pants. “Shit. Try fully hard.” 

“Hide it.” You hissed, not bothering to check what he was doing as you turned your back to him and ran for the door. He was a big boy (HA), he’d work it out…or not… 

You took a deep breath, smoothing down your hair as you composed yourself and pulled it open. “Hello mother. You do realise most normal people ring the doorbell.” 

“I did.” She sassed you right back. “You took too long.” Really? You must have missed that…too distracted. Oops. She walked inside, stopping when she saw Seokjin stood awkwardly by the coffee table. “Oh.” 

You took a glance at him, eyes wide, like a rabbit caught in headlights. You mean, it could’ve been the erection, but also, this was the first time he was coming face to face with your mother. You’d been too flustered to realise that before you’d flown open the front door. Hadn’t had time to reassure and ease him. Poor guy. 

“Mom, this is Seokjin.” You introduced, walking towards him for some moral support. 

“I know who he is.” She smiled at you, before turning to him. “It’s so nice to meet you finally.” Ugh. That was right. You’d spent a lot of time talking about him these past few weeks. Mostly done subconsciously when you were still in the “friends” phase. Yeah. You didn’t think she bought it either… Especially when you told her you used to “be involved” in the past but things didn’t work out. What? You couldn’t call it hooking up could you… It was a nicer way of putting it. Sort of. She’d been eager to meet him for a while now, ever since you’d started dating. Probably why she’d shown up without notice… 

“Hi.” Seokjin smiled. You moved closer to him. Reassuring him without touching him directly. 

“Even more handsome than his photos.” 

You groaned loudly. “Mom, you’re embarrassing him.” And you. For multiple reasons. Yes. She had made you show her pictures. 

She shook her head. “Nonsense. What are you two up to then?” 

She was looking at Seokjin when she asked so he really had no choice but to reply. “Uh… Uh, we were just… just hanging out.” The smile on his face didn’t look too natural. You nudged him. Hopefully enough to settle him. 

“Seokjin had a late class so he’s only just come over. We were gonna watch some TV.” You helped instead. 

“Oh. Sorry for interrupting.” Like hell she was. “You’re a business major, right?” Seokjin nodded, curious as to how she knew. Uh oh. “My daughter’s told me all about you.” 

“She has?” He sounded surprised. Good surprised. Like a lot of gloating could come of it later surprised. And of course, even when he was still inwardly shitting himself, he turned it around, charming your mother expertly. “That makes me nervous.” 

“Only nice things of course.” Your mother reassured. “She never shuts up about you.” 

“Mom!” You exclaimed. This had been what you were dreading. You changed the subject real fast. “What are you doing here anyway?” It worked. 

“Leftovers.” She replied, pulling out a plastic Tupperware box from her purse. “Your dad was cooking again and thought we were a family of ten.” You chuckled, taking the container from her. Classic. You were sure he’d always thought that. You mom took another look at both you and Seokjin, a smile on her face, before she spoke again. “Well, I’ll leave you both to it.” Seokjin couldn’t help himself and laughed at her choice of phrase. You elbowed him. Childish fucker. 

“Thanks for the food, Mommy,” you smiled sweetly. 

She laughed. “Oh, now you’re nice.” 

“I’m always nice!” 

“That’s what she tells me too,” Seokjin piped up, making your mother laugh.  

“Nice meeting you Seokjin. Eat some too.” She told him, directing her head to the container.  “Sorry for my husband’s cooking.” 

He chuckled. “Nice meeting you too.” 

You followed her to the door, nodding in agreement when she told you she’d see you soon. Like you said, life had been busy. You were spreading yourself thin, but not thin enough to go visits your parents. 

“That went well,” Seokjin said as soon as you closed the door. He sounded relieved. 

“It did.” You agreed, placing the leftovers on the kitchen counter before walking towards him. 

“Didn’t have time to overthink too much. Which is odd considering I was hiding a terrified boner.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He reached for your waist. “It’s gone now, thank the lord.” 

“You’ve been overthinking it?” 

He nodded “Yeah. Meeting parents is a big deal.” That made you smile. Cute. “Thanks for talking about me so much though. It definitely worked in my favour.” 

There it was. One simple gloat. He couldn’t help it. You pushed at his shoulder. “Shut up.” 

“Okay, I’ll keep my ego down.” He laughed. “Whew. Meeting your mom, huh. It’s getting serious.” 

“Giving you permission to back out now.” You rolled your eyes, but despite playing it cool you couldn’t help but feel giddy at his words. Serious with Seokjin. It was all you’d ever wanted. 

He scoffed, leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Never. You’re stuck with me now.” 

You tried suppressing your smile but failed. You managed to sound casual though. “Doesn’t seem like a bad thing.” 

He smiled back and you hugged him to you. Couldn’t help it. He squeezed your middle as he pulled away to speak. “Maybe it’s time you met my parents soon?” 

Oh boy. Serious it was. 

Not surprisingly, Lina couldn’t comprehend the taking it slow aspect. She knew your history with one another. Heard a few stories she’d rather forget. The fact you were starting from the beginning again – well, you’d never really started from the beginning in the first place, but y’know… The fact you were waiting boggled Lina’s mind. 

“I really did think you’d last a week holding out.” She said tonight, girly night in taking a turn with boy talk. Check you two out, couldn’t last an hour without talking about your men. What had you both become? 

“Like how come you don’t have all this built up sexual tension going on? It’s a love story like no other. You both waited so long to get together, you should be tearing off each other’s clothes. Going at it animal style.” 

“Oh, my god,” you laughed. “Okay, maybe too much wine for you.” You took her empty glass and placed it on the coffee table. She had never been able to handle wine. It turned her into a different person. Tonight, one who was very passionate about Seokjin and you, it seemed… 

“It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with him.” You explained. “Of course I do. But…” You paused, face flushing a little. Maybe the wine was getting to you too. “I know when it finally happens, it’s going to be amazing. The waiting is only going to make it better.” 

That made you both giggle, giddy from the wine and sex talk. Lina reached over for some chips, crunching loudly as she thought something over in that (drunk) head of hers. “Maybe he lost his dick in an accident in between?” 

“He didn’t lose it in an accident!” You laughed. It was like you hadn’t gone into full detail about last night’s vigorous palming activities not half an hour ago. He still had his dick alright.

Lina shrugged, stuffing her face again. “Maybe he has stage fright…” 

She really was determined to get an explanation. Jesus, who’d have thought she’d wanted you to have sex with Seokjin this much? “I don’t know, I find it cute,” you shrugged yourself. He definitely wasn’t suffering from a case of stage fright. He’d had a healthy case of Erection every time your tongue slipped into his mouth. “Romantic.” You mused. “It’ll happen when the time’s right. Until then, we’re building this whole other layer to our relationship.” 

If truth be told, you’d never felt like this in a relationship. All the others seemed like a joke looking back. Even with Yoongi. You’d been searching for these feelings with the wrong guy. Too dumb to see you could have everything you’d ever wanted with Seokjin. You’d never felt this comfortable. This happy. He really was the other half of you. You didn’t care how cheesy that sounded. Even if maybe you wouldn’t admit it to him yet. 

“Yet he hasn’t made it official…” Lina couldn’t help herself. Muttering under her breath but loud enough for you to hear. 

“Will you stop,” you told her. She was also waiting “patiently” for Seokjin to put a label on it. You, not so much. At this point you knew you were both serious. You were in a relationship, just not technically confirmed, and that was okay. Even if you were yet to call him your boyfriend out loud. (Read: You really wanted to.) 

“What?” She feigned ignorance. 

“Being negative. Me and Seokjin are happy. Everything’s amazing.” 

Lina couldn’t stop her smile then, seeing your grin. “I know. I like seeing you like this. I’m just… You know me, I’m suspicious of everything.” 

“Suspicious when it comes to Seokjin.” You corrected lightly. 

She laughed but didn’t deny. Baby steps. She’d gone from despising the poor guy to practically ordering you to make a move in a year, so it was definitely getting somewhere. You wouldn’t forget she���d referred to you both as a “love story like no other” in a hurry though… You wouldn’t let her forget either!   

“Oh, by the way,” she began, changing the subject – kinda. “We haven’t had a chance to double date yet… My parents are out of town for the weekend. What do you think about this: Lina’s Fancy Dinner Party. Got a ring to it, right?”

“I’m shitting myself. I’m actually shitting myself.” 

“Will you calm down,” you laughed, hooking your arm with Seokjin’s as you stood in the doorway to Lina’s parents’ house. “You’re going to have fun.” 

He’d been dreading this night ever since you’d told him about it a couple of days ago. It wasn’t just Lina and Jimin now, she’d also invited Yumi and her boyfriend, Taeil. The impending doom was real and the whole Uber ride here had been pretty amusing. You’d never seen him so nervous. It was cute. He really, really wanted your friends to like him. Not that they didn’t already, but could you tell him? No! He wasn’t listening. 

“Fun? I’m pretty sure all your friends hate me.” He muttered, before his eyes widened comically. “This isn’t some kind of satanic sacrifice, right?” 

“You’ve seen too many horror movies,” you tutted. You glanced at him, sighing softly when you saw the pitiful look on his face. Despite the jokes he really was anxious over this. You unhooked your arms and rubbed his back before straightening the collar of his dress shirt. This was a fancy dinner party after all. There was a dress code, and you weren’t complaining. Seokjin looked hot all fancy like this. 

“Only Lina had some… misjudged opinions on you, and it’s past tense for a reason.” 

Seokjin pulled a face. He still wasn’t too sure about that, but the kiss you landed on his mouth seemed to help. 

“They’re here!!” Interrupted by the clicking of the door and Lina’s loud voice, you broke apart. “Found them kissing on the doorstep!”

You rolled your eyes and clasped Seokjin’s hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. “We hadn’t even rung the doorbell yet. How did you know we were here?” 

“Porch light.” She replied flatly, pointing at you both and stepping aside to let you in. “None of that once you get inside. This is a sophisticated dinner party.” 

“Got you,” you nodded, walking into the lounge to find Yumi, Taeil and Jimin already sat around the coffee table. “Here I was thinking it was some type of orgy…” 

“Now that sounds like a party,” Taeil cheered. 

Everyone laughed at that – apart from Lina of course… and surprisingly Seokjin, who looked too scared to even think about joking around… Or perhaps he just didn’t want to piss Lina off. Suck up. 

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“Get a room you two,” Yumi teased, wiggling her eyebrows as she watched you and Seokjin from over her wine glass. The dinner had been a success – Lina could actually cook. Who knew? Not you because you ordered takeout every time you hung out – and swiftly after that you’d moved onto entertainment. In the form of drinking games. Seokjin had seemed to loosen up by then, actually beginning to enjoy himself without any nerves. He and Lina had a few conversations. He’d even made her laugh which you thought he got rather smug about… After a good old game of beer pong (which wasn’t very fancy at all) you quickly moved onto ‘Never have I ever”, which of course had turned the three of you girls into a cackling mess. Things were said, things were confessed, and you were sure the guys didn’t know how to handle the details. 

Now it was getting late, you were all winding down, sipping on wine or beer. Lina and Yumi were sharing the sofa with Jimin and Taeil, and Jin and you were curled up on the love seat. Definitely a little drunk, giggling and flirting together. His hand casually up your dress a little as he stroked your thigh. 

“Surprised they got out of one long enough to come here,” Taeil commented. 

“What do you expect? It’s only been a few weeks. They’re fresh in the feels.” Yumi almost pouted, turning to her boyfriend. “Babe, do you remember when we were like that?” 

“How long have you been together?” Seokjin asked, and you kissed him on the cheek, proud he was making conversation. You’d been hanging out with his friends so often now it was normal, so it made you happy to know the same was beginning to happen with yours. 

Taeil grinned and got Yumi into a bear hug, rubbing his cheek into hers as he answered. “One year, one month and 8 days. Want me to add the hours, baby?” 

“Shurrup,” she shook him off her, but she was grinning from ear to ear at his dramatic display. 

“Hey, Lina. Will that be us one day,” Jimin teased, draping his arm around her shoulders.

She played nonchalant, sipping on her wine. “Possibly.” Jimin just laughed, greatly amused by his girlfriend’s antics. It was obvious to anyone that she had fallen for him hard. Despite her cool façade. 

“You guys were together before though, right?” Taeil directed the conversation back to you and Seokjin. 

Your eyes widened, unsure on how to answer. “Uh, kinda.” Little did he know that every single thing you’d both answered during ‘Never have I ever’ had been about one another. Poor innocent Taeil…

“Big history,” Lina explained, puffing out her cheeks as she exhaled. They were bright red. She was drunk. Could tell by the way she was keeping everything that came out of her mouth short. 

“I was there when they first hooked up,” Yumi added excitedly. “Well, not actually there. I was at the party.” Valid correction. “I didn’t know until a few months later though.” A pause. 

“Honestly though, it was such a shock. Who would have thought it?” She continued. You shifted a little uncomfortably. You were never good with attention. “You and Kim Seokjin. Mind blown. I always thought you’d rather take a vow of celibacy than get dicked down by. Kim. Seokjin.” 

Okay. So everyone was drunk, and here you were feeling like you were sobering up now. The sound of Jin’s laughter beside you eased you a little. “Let’s quit with the full name talk.” 

Everyone laughed bar Lina, who turned her head to Yumi. “That’s why she kept it to herself for so long. He was her dirty little secret.” 

“Hardly,” you piped up. You got she was kidding around, but for some reason you felt defensive. “Just know what you guys are like.” 

“Well I think it’s cute how you guys decided to give it a proper go,” Jimin smiled. “You’re good together.” 

Before you could say thanks, Lina was butting in. “I didn’t say they weren’t good together. They are! All we have to do now is wait for Seokjin to pop the question…” 

“Marriage?” Taeil asked uncertainly.

“No, you idiot,” she laughed. “Girlfriend! They haven’t made it official yet.” You felt Seokjin freeze beside you. You didn’t dare look at him. Lina was in deep shit when you got home. Wrath over text was a scary thing. 

“Oh, well no rush,” Taeil shrugged. “It took me two months to ask Yumi to be mine.” 

“That’s true. Remember?” Yumi directed at you and Lina. “I was getting pretty panicky.” 

“Awh, I’m sorry babe.” Taeil apologised. You all wrinkled your noses as they kissed, thankfully distracting the conversation long enough for it to change. 

Surprisingly thanks to Lina herself. It was her groan that did it, as she buried her head into Jimin’s shoulder. “My head hurts and I need to stack everything in the dishwasher.” 

“Didn’t you say no more wine a few nights ago,” you chuckled, throwing a cushion at her. She yelped dramatically. When you put your hand down, Seokjin clasped it, entwining your fingers. You snuck a smile his way. Knowing he wasn’t too traumatised by the direction of tonight’s conversation relieved you.  

“Yeah Lina. C’mon. Lightweight,” Jimin prodded her. “We can clean up everything in the morning.” 

“Noo. I think I’m going to be hungover tomorrow.” She whined. “Can someone help?” 

“I will,” Seokjin offered. Shocking you, and everyone else in the room while he was at it. “Maybe some water will help you too?” 

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“Lina doesn’t hate me,” Seokjin sang in the back of the Uber. En route to his place. 

You were wrapped into him, warm, cosy and a little sleepy. You couldn’t wait to crash out in bed. “Oh?” This piqued your interest though. He just sounded so pleased. 

“Uh huh,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “We talked while in kitchen.” Oh okay. So he had ulterior motives when he helped her load the dishwasher. “She’s just suspicious of me. I get it. I don’t have the best track record. I think I put her mind at ease though.” He squeezed you happily. 

Even though you were curious about their conversation you didn’t pry. “She still embarrassed you in front of everyone though.” And you… She still wasn’t let off the hook regardless of how drunk she was.  

“It’s fine,” he sighed. “She put my mind at ease too. Told me I was worried for no reason.” 

You frowned. “Worried? About what?” 

“Asking you something.” Your heart stilled. Oh shit. He squeezed you again, murmuring in your ear. “Wanna take this further. These last few weeks have been amazing, huh?” All you could do was nod. You were getting all hot, cheeks a rosy hue no doubt. Forgetting the Uber driver could probably hear everything despite Seokjin’s low voice. Not that you really cared. 

“I already think of you as my girlfriend. Just too scared to call you it. In case I jinx things. In case you’re secretly sick of me already.” 

You managed to give him a tiny scoff. Voice shaky. “As if.” 

“So…” He whispered. “Will you do it? Be my girlfriend?” 

You swallowed, composing yourself and glanced at him. “You’re really asking me in the back of an Uber?” 

He grinned. “I spot a moment and I’m going for it. Lina’s orders.” 

You laughed, cupping his face. “You know you don’t have to listen to her, right?” 

“I know,” he nodded. “She was just right this time.” 

You turned, resting the back of your head on his shoulder. “I’ll only be your girlfriend under one condition.” 

“Hm?” He placed another kiss on the top of your head, both arms wrapped around your chest. 

“You’ll be my boyfriend.” 

He hummed in contemplation. “That doesn’t sound too bad. May have to think about it for a few hours or so though. Maybe a night–ooff.” 

You cut him off with a whack to the chest, twisting around to face him again. “It’s a yes or else.”

He curled his tongue against his cheek. “That’s hot.” You waited patiently. “Of course it’s a yes.” 

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.

“Wait. Wait, wait,” Seokjin half panted, breaking away from your mouth. It was a wonder you’d made it as far as his bedroom, let alone his bed. As soon as the Uber had dropped you off, you were on one another. It had finally happened. You were Seokjin’s girlfriend. He was your boyfriend, and now everything was right with the world. 

“Let me do something.” He reached for his phone in the back pocket of his pants, rolling off you to unlock it and start clicking away. “Check your phone.” 

On cue it pinged, still in your purse which had been slung on the floor. You sat up and rushed for it curiously. Laughing along the way because what was he up to? You laughed even harder when you read the notification. 

Kim Seokjin sent you a relationship request. 

Facebook official, huh? Check you two out. He came up from behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his breathing still a little heavy. You had quite literally kissed his face off. “Was just gonna ask you like that but I thought it might me too lame.” 

“Aw. That would’ve been cute.” 

“Fuck,” he cursed, looking regretful. “Second guessing the Uber now.” 

“Shush.” You murmured, leaning back to kiss him softly. “I liked that too.” You were sure the driver really appreciated the cringe fest too… 

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. 

The noise from both your phones interrupted you this time. You begrudgingly pulled away, looking down at the screen. 

Jung Hoseok commented on a post you were tagged in: HOLY SHIT  Jung Hoseok commented on a post you were tagged in: IT’S HAPPENING IT’S HAPPENING IT’S HAPPENING  Hwang Lina commented on a post you were tagged in: FINALLY thnk me later Seokjin 😘 Kim Namjoon commented on a post you were tagged in: marriage next 😉

Seokjin read them over your shoulder, laughing at your idiot friends as you groaned. “God. You’ll get scared away before we even start.” 

He hugged you closer, kissing your cheek. “Not a chance in hell. Wanna elope?” 

“Shut up,” you giggled. Despite your joking around, you didn’t think you’d ever been happier. You wanted to tell him that but then his mouth was on your earlobe. He knew that was your weakness. He was on his back and you were straddling him as soon as his tongue slipped inside the shell. If he wanted to make you all hot and bothered, a heads up would’ve been nice. You definitely weren’t tired anymore. Even more so feeling his hands drag up your thighs where your dress had ridden up. You viewed him from above, realising you must’ve tugged at his shirt a little too hard already. It was stretched around the collar, a button undone. He looked amazing. You tilted your head to the side. “Did I tell you how hot you look in a dress shirt?” 

He paused to think. “Hm. You may have mentioned it a couple hundred times.” As he spoke he grabbed your butt, pulling you down to level with him. You giggled, letting him kiss your face like something possessed. He paused before he got to your mouth, murmuring sweetly. “You looked beautiful tonight.” 

You pouted. “Don’t use big words to brag on my shitty vocabulary.” 

He looked at you questioningly, amusement dancing in his eyes. Maybe you were still a little tipsy. That paired with the giddiness of tonight’s turn in events and it really felt like you were floating on a cloud of happiness. But it was really Seokjin’s body. Firm and large underneath you. 

You really couldn’t get enough of his mouth. His taste. You think you’d kissed him way over a couple hundred times since you’d gotten (back) together. He argued and said it was more. You didn’t know, you had trouble keeping count. You couldn’t get enough of him. All perfect and pretty and amazing. He was yours. For real this time. Confirmed. Boyfriend. You smiled into his mouth at the thought again. 

“What?” He chuckled, grin just as wide. He knew what. He felt it too. 

“Tonight is the best night ever.” 

“You’re drunk.” 

“Am not.” You quipped. “You’re drunk.” 

“Am not.” His lips were mashed with yours. “I’m just really fucking happy.” 

You slipped your tongue into his mouth, not caring if you turned it sloppy. You wanted it to be messy. You wanted to just let yourself go. To give into every little feeling of pure joy you had in your body. It was wet and warm and sticky, and Seokjin’s hands were naughty. They slipped up your dress, over your ass, rubbing the flesh and pinged your thong with two of his fingers. Your stomach flipped. It wasn’t the first time he’d touched you like this in a while but it was the first time he’d been so blatant about it. The snap of elastic stayed ringing in your ears as you moaned. You uncontrollably rubbed against him. He grunted into your mouth and something throbbed. 

You broke away from his mouth with a pop, sitting up on him wobbly. “You’re naughty, Kim Seokjin.” You scolded.

He just looked smug, a shit eating grin on his face. “Not anymore than you are.” Had you pulled at his hair without noticing? It looked a little wild. Regardless, you were getting distracted again. His hands still up your dress, gripping your ass as he rubbed you against his crotch. He was fully hard. You felt it strain against his pants and press into the pulsing between your legs. 

“Mario is watching us,” he whispered. “Wants to be me.”

“Ew.” You wrinkled your nose. You’d forgotten all about that creepy figurine. 

“Want me to turn him around?” 

You shook your head. “He can watch.” If truth be told you couldn’t bear it if Seokjin got up right now, even if he was coming straight back. You circled harder into him, such a simple pleasure never feeling so good. Moisture grew and collected in your thong. Barely. You were a few minutes away from spoiling his dress pants. He held your weight as you leant back, letting you grind to your heart’s content. 

“Does it feel good? Grinding on my dick like that?” 

“Mhmm.” It was all a moan. Couldn’t think to do anything else. Such a simple way of words but it had you burning up. You’d missed what his mouth could do to you. You’d missed him like this. Memories came back, swarming the front of your mind. Clouding it. So when you felt gravity leave you, back landing on the mattress with a silent thud, you were momentarily stunned. Pinned down, wet and horny. 

“What are you doing?” You gasped, which flew into a moan when you felt his crotch thrust into you.

He spread your legs, dress riding up even more, bunched up around your waist. “Protecting your modesty. Mario’s a pervert.” To give it to him, he really did want to sound causal, but his voice was strained, breathing hard and you rubbed against him shamelessly. 

It was odd. You were beyond frustrated. Craving him like you never had before, but this became enough. Feeling him solid against your barely covered core, starting to thrust into you like he was actually fucking you. It was hot. It was working. It was enough. Just as pleasurable as his dick would be inside you. 

Needy and raw. Messy and crude, but just so amazing. Pent up feelings finally getting their own way. You clung to him, wrapped your legs around him, rutted against him obscenely until you were a moaning, sweaty mess. Simulating sex desperately, because you needed him and wanted him any which way. 

Seokjinnn,” you whined, unsticking yourself from his mouth to catch your breath. Back arching as he gripped your legs from behind the knee, thrusting forward hard. 

He was panting, sweat collecting between his brow which was furrowed in effort. “C-can you cum like this?” 

“Y-yeh,” you nodded eagerly. It was great you were on the same page. Sweet relief was close. It tingled through your body and curled your toes. You were so turned on you’d cum from anything right now. “Can you?” 

“I think so,” he breathed into your cleavage. Mouth now distracted with kissing the tops of your breasts. Your nipples were painfully hard, desperate to be freed from the dress and desperate to feel his tongue. But not tonight. “Actually.” Seokjin knelt up, shaky hands undoing his fly and pushing his pants down to the middle of his thighs. His erection strained against the underwear and you throbbed at the sight. 

“Now I can,” he grinned goofily. He moved closer, and you flattened one of your legs to the bed, letting him slide in between it and the one still folded at the knee. “I’m so hard,” he laughed breathlessly, a hand reaching down to grip his dick. You followed, unable to help yourself. Squeezing tightly. Greedily. “Fuck.” He sounded impatient and desperate, rushing to thrust into you once again. You moved your hand to his hip, holding it tightly as he held onto your knee, gaining leverage to begin rubbing into you hard. “This feels so good.” He astounded and you nodded wildly in agreement. 

You were close. Not long left, and as soon as he began circling into your core, swollen and dripping by now surely, that was it. The final push. “Don’t stop.” You begged, reaching for him any way you could. “I’m g-onna… I really am…” You trailed off, laughing in disbelief.  

“Yeah?” 

You nodded again, words now failing you as the heat built up, body shuddering to its orgasm. Seokjin didn’t relent, circling harder as you came, until he couldn’t take it any longer and collapsed onto your body. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He was spent. Exhausted, sweaty and near orgasm himself. You shifted a little so he didn’t rub against the sensitivity still hot between your legs and let him finish off on the inside of your thigh. You could tell by how his body stiffened, a moan like grunt dragging from his throat. You moaned back, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he burrowed his behind your waist. You clung to one another, both masses of sweat. Heavy breathed and unable to talk for a little while. 

It was Seokjin that came to first surprisingly. Despite practically dying to get you both to cum. He laughed into the crook of your neck, and you looked down at him curiously. He rolled off you a little. Hair stuck to his forehead.  “Jesus fucking christ. Feel like a teenager just done humping my pillow.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t do that anymore?” 

His eyes widened. “You do?” 

You nodded as you wriggled free from him fully and pulled down your dress. Your underwear clung to you. You felt extra sticky now that you’d cooled down. “It’s a valid form of masturbation.” 

“Well, shit. You’ll have to show me sometime.”

You laughed, sitting up. Seokjin stayed lying down, looking up you with the softest look in his eyes. He was definitely exhausted from all the humping. “Shit. Sandeul isn’t here right?” You hadn’t thought about that before, severely distracted as you’d rushed into the apartment. 

“I dunno. I can’t remember if his door was closed or not.” Jin rolled onto his back, shimmying his pants up. “Oh well. Not like he wasn’t used to it before. Won’t take him long to adjust again.” He shot you a smirk and you giggled. “Wanna shower or something?” 

You groaned. It was too late to shower, and you were tired again, but there was no way you could stay like this. You jumped off the bed, grabbing your stuff that had a permanent home at his place already. “I’ll clean up quick and get ready for bed.” 

“I’ll go after you.” He pulled a face, adjusting his crotch. “Bit gross.” 

Laughing, you stopped beside him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Wanna go first?” 

“Nah. It’s fine.” He smiled. “I need a moment anyway. Whew.” 

On your way out you paused by Mario, twisting him to face the wall. You winked in Seokjin’s direction. “For next time.” 

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You were tucked up in bed trying to stay awake on your phone when Seokjin came back from his shower. “Near naked?” Damn. What did you do to be gifted with such a sight. You’d seen him come out the shower a few times since you’d gotten together, towel slung around his waist, or watched him get dressed before you went out somewhere, but he hadn’t gone to bed in just his boxers. He better watch it, you’d jump his bones again. 

“I’m so hot.” He moaned. Tell you about it. Although you didn’t think he meant that type of hot. “That was a bigger work out than the gym.” 

“Not used to it anymore.” You teased, pulling up his side of the duvet so he could get in. As soon as he did you were attached to him, cuddling up. “You lied to me by the way,” you murmured, pulling away as you dragged your hand down his chest. 

“Hm?” He looked confused. 

“Remember you said you didn’t have abs anymore…” 

He took a moment to think before he scoffed. “That was ages ago, but these are not abs regardless.” 

“Are to.” 

“Are not.” He tried to pull the comforter up, attempting to cover his body. “This is just normal. I mean, I can try and get them back for you?” 

“Shut up,” you exclaimed. “Really, Seokjin?” You clung to his neck. “I don’t care about things like that. I like you any which way. I really like you.” You emphasised, placing a lingering kiss on his cheek. 

“Get off,” he chuckled. You could feel his grin underneath your lips. 

You buried your face in his neck instead, showering it with little kisses. “I think you’re hot, Hot, HOT anyway.”

He was laughing loudly now, grabbing your elbows to try and push you away. “Tickles,” he whined. “You’re crazy.” You sprung from him as soon as he began tickling under your armpits. Relenting instantly, head falling back into the pillows with a cry. 

“I think you’re hot too,” he whispered, leaning over you, mouth now on your neck as one of his hands ran up your side, cupping your boob gently. “Grinding on me. Making me lose my shit. Only you could make me cum like that… In my fucking underwear.”  You giggled, squirming under him as he growled and nibbled your earlobe. You were heating up again, a fool to his words. But of course your body had to betray you. A yawn escaped. You didn’t even know you’d been holding it in. 

“You’re tired,” he commented, pulling back to push stray strands of hair away from your face. 

“Mmm,” you admitted, eyes heavy and begging to be closed. 

He kissed the tip of your nose. “Let’s go to sleep.” 

There was no point arguing. Besides, it just felt too good being wrapped up in Seokjin’s arms once he’d flicked the lamp off. “Goodnight girlfriend,” he murmured in your ear, shaking you a little when you only hummed in response, half asleep. “Say it back.” 

‘Goodnight girlfriend.” 

“Nooo,” he whined, squeezing you. 

You giggled, entwining your hand with his. You were just teasing. “Goodnight boyfriend.” 

Written 2019. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

[panickinganakin]

family ties Kylo Ren x reader (AU)

A/N: okay okay chapter five did have some soft kylo and I’m noooot sorry at all. get ready for more! this chapter he’s gonna open up, very soft hours. I’ve scrapped this chapter twice, not totally in love with it, but this one felt right. It’s kind of filler. So, sorry if it’s not what you guys wanted. 

this is chapter 6, you can find all previous chapters here! 

warnings: nothing but soft kylo hours

word count: 2307

It had been three days since you first stepped foot into the training room. You were sick of seeing the padded walls. It was torture. Though, you would admit, in three days you had grown much stronger and became quicker. 

“You’re like a little Ewok, you’re climbing everywhere,” Kylo laughed after he took off his helmet. 

The two of you took a seat side by side to eat lunch. “I think it gives me an advantage, wouldn’t you say?” One thing you could do was bounce around and turn flips over him. As long as he couldn't catch you, you kept the upper hand. Once he grabbed you, it was over. But, you were getting better. 

The bruises on your body were beginning to fade, only a handful of new ones now. But, Kylo had one too. It was on his face, you had finally hooked him in the jaw, you felt awful about it. He even called you a baby when you got teary eyed. The thing was, for you, is that now you knew you could actually hold your own in a fight, could probably give someone a good ass whooping, but, you did not like fighting Kylo. 

Ever since the night you had snuck into his room to sleep, things felt different. He didn’t treat you any different, or act strange, it was like everything and nothing at all had changed for you. You felt connected to him now, like you had to be around him. 

“An advantage? Maybe. You’re learning quick. It’s weird, I don’t absolutely hate all the time I’m having to spend with you.”

“Damn, I wish I could say the same,” you frowned then laughed lightly. “It’s weird still, isn’t it, being here? Well, I guess not for you.” You took a drink of water from your bottle, then stuffed a bit of bread into your mouth. Your thoughts were shifting from cleaning quarters, to the medical room, to standing in front of the Supreme Leader, and lastly, to the brown sands that were your home, but you never really knew. “Kylo.”

He looked irritated, just having shoved food in his mouth, so he just let out a “Hmmm?” between chewing.

“Will you take me to Tatooine?” You figured it was a long shot, asking him to do such a thing. But, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Going to see your origins, where you were you born, but most importantly, leaving with Kylo. You guys had a lot of privacy, as much as you wanted, but all the eyes that were stuck to you like glue as you walked anywhere, it felt like an invasion.

You didn’t have to look at him to see that he was frowning, “Do you think that’s a good idea?” HIs voice was serious, you didn’t like where this was going.

“Why wouldn’t it be? You know-- knew-- your family, and where you're from, I would like to at least see where I was born. My mother, she’s dead. I don’t remember a thing about my father... I just, want to see it, ya know? The sand, I want to feel it! I don’t even remember what it feels like.”

“I think, you’re soft. Family does one absolutely no good.”

“Why do you say that? What were they? Were they mean to you?”

Kylo shook his head, “It’s very... They were weak. I couldn’t be around them. Self-centered, only cared about themselves and the resistance,” he sneered. 

“Not everyone is born strong, and not every definition of strong is the same for everyone... You know that, right?” 

“You just, don’t understand. I don’t wish to share.”

“Fine, don’t. I’ll just share mine then. So, my earliest memory of the order is bunk beds. Lots of different faces, ever changing. Do you know how difficult it is to grow up with roommates? Don’t even try to picture puberty, it was awful. My roommate... She was mean, she loved to argue and pull hair. I was glad when she was moved up in the ranks, meant she got to leave me alone. Ambitious, I'll say that about her. Uhm, I started cleaning when I was fourteen, so imagine doing that for as long as I have. Then, one day my DNA was tested and I met you. My whole life story fits in a handful of sentences, isn’t that sad?”

Kylo looked at you, his eyes inspecting your body, before letting out a sigh. “Hurry up and finish we aren't done yet,” was all he said. 

You felt angry, angry that you didn’t have a story to tell. You had never realized it until you put into actual words. So you put your food to the side and stood up, “I’m not hungry anymore.”

“He tried to kill me, or wanted to anyway... My Uncle. He was training me in the ways of the Jedi. I woke up one night, he was standing over, lightsaber blade just an arm’s length away from my body. My family betrayed me... They were weak because they seen my potential, my uncle wanted me dead. I had no where to go.”

You sat back down beside him, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him against you. You hugged him tight, stroking his hair. You had no idea the way he suffered in silence. The look of sadness that consumed him when he slept, is this what he dreamed of? Almost being murdered by someone who was suppose to care for him? Love him? “Kylo, I am so sorry.” You knew that your apologies wouldn’t heal anything, wouldn’t make anything better. So you just sat there, holding him, comforting him. 

“I just, it’s all I can think about at times. I wasn’t good enough for my family. They never understood me, never wanted me.” You could feel his tears on your arm. 

“Oh Kylo.. Don’t ever think that. How foolish of them... They were so wrapped up in their own lives.. Look at you now though, you’re strong. You’re a leader, you are smart and you are kind.”

“I’m not kind, I’m a monster. I’ve killed people,” Kylo was shaking his head, his body was rumbling. 

You gripped him tighter, kissing the top of his head, “You’ve done what you’ve had too to live. You had to live. You couldn’t have died, not before I got to you, that wouldn’t have been fair, would it? Kylo, I need you. You serve a much greater purpose than what you’ve done so far. We, we are gonna win this. Then, we can rule together.”

Kylo chuckled, using his glove to wipe his eyes. “But, if we destroy everything, what will be left for us?”

This confused you, he was the one training you in the Dark Side, wasn’t he? Wasn’t he suppose to want this? Wasn’t it what he was working for? To destroy the resistance, to beat the rebels? “Kylo, you say this, but? What do you want then? To runaway? We can leave it all, the rebels, the order...”

He sat up now, pulling away from you, “Don’t be foolish. I didn’t mean that... I just mean, I don’t know.. It doesn’t matter. Come on, let’s go back to our quarters.”

Ours.

You stood up, smoothing down your robes then collecting your trash from the lunch you two had just finished. Kylo put his helmet back on and rushed out of the room quickly. You followed behind him, dragging your feet. 

The scenery was always the same. Sleek black and silver walls, workers walking with their heads down, whispering until Kylo came into view, they always stopped then. You thought they may be afraid, which was funny to you, knowing him now. But, you knew him differently than everyone else of course. You shared a bed, that was also something else. Before the night in his room, he would come sit in your bed, on the furthest edge, just until you fell asleep, then he would leave. But the night you stayed in his room, it continued for the three nights after that one. It wasn’t unusual anymore, there was no waiting until one caved to join the other. You simply went to his room, and laid beside him after yours showers now. 

It was mostly small talk, if any talk at all. You slept close to each other , not exactly cuddled up or intertwined. Just a small distance between the two of you, usual your hand. on his arm or the other way around. There was so many unspoken things between the two of you, or at least you thought so anyway. He could see inside your mind, could pick you apart, but he never asked or talked about what you were thinking.

You went straight to your room, finding a clean robe. You liked your showers cold, like ice, they made you feel real. You scrubbed your scalp, the shampoo smelled like orange cream ice cream, a delicacy you had only received once in the cafeteria, you wondered if Kylo would be able to get you some, you would ask. You watched as the soap swirled down the train, feeling so much better clean. The conditioner smelled the same as your shampoo, it made your hair feel soft.

When you changed you grabbed your brush and put your hair into a loose, damp bun before going to Kylo’s room. He was sitting on the bed, his wet hair slicked back, already curling back up. “Hi,” you said sitting on the far side of him. 

“You want something, tell me,” he turned, his facial expression completely serious. 

“Well, I want ice cream.”

“The kind that smells like your hair,” he smiled before his mouth returned to a flat line.

“It’s my favorite.”

“Hm, really? I prefer cherry.”

“I’ve only ever had the one.”

“A pity, such a delicacy.”

You laughed laying back on the bed. “We’ll get some tomorrow then, all sorts of it.” He laid back, his head resting on his pillow, he turned his body to face you, arm extended toward you.

You laid your hand on top of his, “Kylo. You told me when I first came that I wouldn’t find friendship in you.. Is this? Not what this is?”

“I’m not sure what this is. You’re a distraction to me, honestly. I should be out on missions, but instead I’ve been kicking your ass for almost a week. We should go out into the real field soon.”

You rolled your eyes, taking your hand away from him, laying it on top of your stomach. “You’re a bitch.”

“That’s not very kind of you to say, especially to your commander.” He reached for your hand, taking it back. He intertwined your fingers with his, this was the first time he had actually held your hand. You felt like oxygen was non-existent now, you couldn’t breathe.

You wanted to think so many things but you were terrified, afraid he would see them and shut you down. “Stop being afraid to tell me what you’re thinking.”

You bit your lip, what were you thinking? You had never been close to anyone, not in the way you were with them. You didn’t know exactly what this was. Definitely friends, more? Of course not more, there couldn’t be more. You were being trained, what would happen when you were done with that? Would he keep you around. “I’m wondering, if when this is over-- when I’m finished training.. Will we still share this bed every night? Or will you send me to my own quarters? Never speak to me again?”

His face twisted with confusion, “You ask good questions. I’m thinking, do you want to know what I'm thinking?” He asked, squeezing your hand gently.

You nodded, squeezing his hand back, “Please?”

“I’m thinking that you are a leech. You’re annoying and I could never be rid of you. And since, avoiding you will inevitable, you may as well stay right here.” He smiled. 

“Hmm, but what if I want to leave?” you smiled back, enjoying his humor.

“I’m sorry, is this what you want? I thought I was in charge. I say, that you stay. Here. In my quarters. Just like this, every night, next to me. I have to keep an eye on you, after all.”

The way the gold flickered in his eyes when he looked happy made your heart swell. Not wanting to lose his hand that held yours so tightly, you moved your free hand to his face. “To be completely honest with you, Kylo. I don’t want to leave, I want to stay here, with you.”

You weren’t sure where your feelings were in that moment or what they were exactly. But as his head moved closer to you, you didn’t move. He was inches away from your face and he was closing that gap quickly. When his lips pressed against yours, you felt yourself losing air again. You didn’t realize how bad you had wanted this to happen until it finally was happening. 

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to you, his lips felt hungry against yours. Like he was waiting for this just like you had been. When he finally pulled away he was silent for minutes. Minutes that felt like forever. 

“Say something,” you encouraged. 

“I’m glad you’re here with me. I’m glad it’s you. It’s strange, I feel like it’s always suppose to have been you. The force, it shows many things. I knew, when I seen you on that medic bed, I seen you here, like this tonight.”

You felt speechless now, did he mean this? “If you knew this would happen, why didn’t do that sooner”

Kylo chuckled, pulling you closer to him. He kissed you again, before turning you over and pulling your back against his chest. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

You closed your eyes, finding sleep would be easy tonight. Maybe you would dream of this night, the kiss and his arms wrapped tightly around you, protecting you from everything that the galaxy had to offer. 

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[quixotic-writer]

Give it a Start

Song inspo: Kickstart My Heart — Mötley Crüe

Summary: There’s nothing Q wants more than to just take Sal on a scenic ride on his motorcycle but he keeps saying no. Finally the day comes where Sal caves and Q knows just how to kickstart his heart.

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Sal sat quietly in the living room scrolling through his phone, watching the cats circle about like vultures. While he’s grown a little more comfortable with the felines his boyfriend has, it didn’t mean he wasn’t scared of them anymore. He could hear faint shuffling coming from upstairs which could only mean Q was up to something, he just didn’t know what it was today. Any time Q was actively searching for something like he was right now, it never ended well.

Soon, down came Q, tank top on with his Four Color Demons vest on, worn out dark blue jeans that were starting to fray at the bottom, and his black boots laced up on his feet. Sal couldn’t help but stare and take in the view before him, he looked so hot when he was done all up in his biker gear.

“Morning Sal.” He says as he gathers something for himself to eat before he presumably heads out on the road.

“Good morning handsome. Taking the bike out for a spin i’m guessing?” He says still looking Q up and down as though it’s the first time he’s seen him dressed up in this fashion.

“I am! The weather is positively perfect and I can’t pass up a day like this.” The two stare at each other and Sal knew there was another bit to his statement. He shot Q a look to finish what he knew he was thinking. “...But, I wanted to see if maybe you want to go with me?” Q smiles awkwardly as he posed the question.

For as long as they’ve been together and as long as Q had his motorcycle, he couldn’t even get Sal to look at it. Sal always had promised ‘one day’ he would, but no matter how many times Q offered, asked, or begged: Sal had always turned it down. Sal looks a little less hesitant than he usually does, he takes a moment to peer out the window to see a picture perfect weather on the other side of the window.

“C’mon Sally. I’ve had the bike for a while now and have never gotten into an accident! On top of that, you’re helmet has been collecting dust in the closet.” Q had bought the helmet hopefully as an offering to get Sal on his bike and out for a ride so it could be a new thing they did together. But even that wasn’t enough to motivate the scaredy cat. Q pouts his lower lip out and gives Sal the sparkly eyes he couldn’t say no to.

“Maybe.... Maybe I will go today. Anything funny happens you turn that bike around no ifs ands or buts.” There was a sprinkle of nerves as he spoke but how could he back out when his boyfriend is smiling so wide. Q raced upstairs to finally bring out the previously mentioned helmet. It sat on the bed in their room since he had hoped that he would finally get his boyfriend on his motorcycle. He picked up the helmet and looked at it: a full helmet, sleek looking and glossy black. The helmet even had a bluetooth connector to allow them to speak to each other while on the road and finally today it was being put to good use. The thought of this all finally happening made Q all giddy and he couldn’t stand to wait another moment.

Q went back down and placed the helmet on Sal’s lap. “Ready to ride?” Sal forced a smile as he took the helmet into his hands and they strolled off to the garage. There she was, in all her glory: the magnificent midnight blue Triumph motorcycle. One of Q’s pride and joys. Sal could already feel the pools of sweat seeping out of every pore on him, why did he agree so fast to this and why are they leaving so soon, he hasn’t even had time to mentally prepare for this!

“There she is, and the passenger seat behind me has just been calling your name Sally boy!” Q dusts off the leather seats and grabs his helmet off of the handlebar of the bike and steps in closer to Sal so they can properly sync and connect their helmets. Synced and secured, Q swings over to seat himself on the bike while Sal stands a few feet away nervous and dumbfounded at the situation he’s in. Q notices the nerves taking over his boyfriend. “Sal, if you’re having second thoughts it’s fine, you can ride out with me another day.” Q’s voice comes over the speakers in his helmet, Sal purses his lips and thinks for a moment.

“No, this is fine, it’s fine, i’ll be okay. I trust you.” Sal takes another breath and, with a little struggling, hops onto the back of the bike. Q looks back to him and smiles through the clear windshield of the helmet and starts the motorcycle engine. It lets out a loud rumble that transitions to a hum, Sal’s arms shoot to wrap around Q’s torso and he hugs him tight.

“You okay? Startled you a bit there, huh?”

“I didn’t think it was THIS loud! I can barely hear myself think!” Q chuckles knowing it seems louder than it actually is because Sal has never even thought of coming around a motorcycle.

“You’ll get used to it, I promise.” With his lover’s arms wrapped around him, Q props up the bike, kicks away the kick-stand, and off they were onto the road.

“Just keep your balance and lean with me when we turn, not against me. We’ll go slow around the block and then we’ll get to the good stuff when you feel ready.” Sal felt like everything inside of him was just gonna drop out, he couldn’t tell if it was because of the vibrations of the bike or because he was scared shitless. The sensation of not having the walls of a car around you and going much faster than a standard pedal bike was alarming to say the least. With every turn that they made, Sal hugged onto Q tighter and tighter to the point where Q thought that he was either gonna crush him or suffocate him. “Babe, I need to be able to breathe to drive properly.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Sal eases up his arms, the sweat forming on them making his skin stick to Q’s leather vest he had on. As they continued through their neighborhood, Sal noticed that Q was making his way to the main roads. “Where are we going exactly?” He looks as more cars begin to surround them as they transition to more densely populated areas of the town.

“Just take in the view, enjoy the ride, and don’t worry about it. I have a plan.” Q twists the handle increasing the speed of their travel. The only thing he could hear aside from the winds blowing past them and the hum of the motorcycle engine was the panicked mewls that escaped Sal anytime he changed lanes or sped up in the slightest. It gave Q a good laugh because he knew his boyfriend was okay, it was just his way of calming his nerves a bit.

To both of their surprise: Sal eventually started easing up. The arms wrapped around his torso didn’t feel like they were holding on for dear life, it now felt like a loving and comfortable embrace. In his side view mirror, he could see glimpses of Sal looking all around and taking in the view. That’s how Q knew Sal was fine behind him without having to say anything. And now that Sal wasn’t worried, he could finally detour off the main roads to where he wanted to take him and actually enjoy it.

After hopping off the main road and taking a couple of backstreets, the two had found themselves along a cliffs edge over looking the still waters that separated Staten Island from the bustling city of New York. In the distance you could see the colossal buildings that towered above the few clouds that were scattered in the clear light blue skies, the bridges with cars consistently coming and going, and the ferries that glided along the waters. Sal took in the view with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. It wasn’t where he was expecting to land up, truly he didn’t even know where they would have landed up today, but this surpassed whatever expectations he had.

“I told you it was a nice day today.” Sal could practically hear Q smiling, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Q pulls off to a overlook area and turns the bike off. He allows Sal to jump off first and they both remove their helmets. Sal’s hair is stuck to his sweat ridden forehead, and Q’s hair is all flattened out from his helmet, they both laugh at the sight of the other. Q takes Sal’s hand in his and guides him over to the single bench that was at the overlook.

They sat together quietly breathing in the crisp air that blew by. Sal was cuddled up against Q, sneaking occasional glances up at him and just feeling pure unadulterated joy spark inside of him.

“You know, this was actually really fun.” Q looked down to his boyfriend who hadn’t stopped smiling since they arrived here. “I’ve got two great views: my smoking hot biker boyfriend and an incredible view of the distant city.”

“You sappy son of a bitch.” Q chuckled and brought Sal in even closer. They looked into each others eyes for a moment before going in for a sweet kiss. Sal took it a step further, transforming the sweet exchange into a make-out session as he held Q’s head in place and kissed him harder. Q gladly accepted the gesture and matched energies before realizing that they were still very much out in public and pulled away, huffing for air. “Okay slow your roll there, you’re gonna get me all hot and bothered in public.”

“Who’s to say that wasn’t my goal there Brian.” Sal flashes him a good set of bedroom eyes.

“Shall we take this adventure back to my place?” He raises an eyebrow and gives Sal the sultry look he knows makes the other melt in return. Sal bites his lip and smiles back.

“Yes please.” They wasted no time hopping back onto the bike to get home as soon as possible. Their next adventure destination: the bedroom, where anything can and will happen.

[geronimo-11]

john & casey for the ship thing? :3

Of course! Thank you so much for asking! :)

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

-Casey met John when she went in to work a shift at the Spread Eagle one night. He had been sending offers to buy her family’s house to her mother, who has early onset Alzheimers, and eventually started sending men over when he didn't get a response. He - unintentionally - scared Casey's mother to death and it pissed. Her. Off. So, when Mary-May told her who he was, Casey walked over to him and made sure he knew he and his men were entirely unwelcome at their house.

What was their first impression of each other?

-Casey thought John was a cocky jackass. John thought Casey was attractive, but also bold, stubborn, and even a bit naive.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

-Yes and no. None of Casey's friends in the Resistance wanted them to get together. They knew that the two of them had had some weird fling before everything went to shit, but they all assumed Casey had put it behind her after Joseph's arrest. Jacob was against their relationship from the beginning. He didn’t want John and Casey involved in something that would end up in them both getting hurt. It would piss him off and break Joanna's heart. Joseph was a little too eager for Casey and John to get together. He knew there was something special about this new Deputy, and after his vision about John's death he was absolutely on board with his little brother being with someone who could love him and teach him how to love. Joanna didn't know anything about their relationship until Casey told her after the Reaping had started, and she was too shocked to really have an opinion.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

-John. He felt the first pull of attraction when she yelled at him in the Spread Eagle, and at first he just wanted to sleep with her. It's not until they get to know each other better that he realizes he may be feeling something more.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

-Casey does, because she has so many hang-ups about relationships in the first place, but also because of how complicated their relationship becomes after she tries to arrest his brother. She knows he's doing horrible things and that she shouldn't feel the way she does about him, but she also can't help it, either. John wants them to be together from the first instant Casey hints she may like him more than she originally let on, and he's very persistent about it.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

-Casey would probably groan and complain about how of course her soulmate would be the greasiest, cockiest bastard to ever set foot in Montana. "He's probably grinning about it right now. Smug son of a bitch." John would probably be more accepting. He would probably be more intrigued at the fact he has a soulmate in the first place than who it is. The Duncan's told him he was too full of sin for God to ever give him something as sacred as a soulmate, so he's certainly not going to let her slip away now.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

-I would say John, because he initiated all of their flirting, but Casey's the one who finally caves and says "okay yeah let's do this". They weren't public about their relationship, it mainly consisted of Casey spending nights and weekends at John's ranch and the two of them meeting in town by "coincidence" and having lunch or dinner together. Casey knows how quickly gossip in a small town spreads, and if their relationship didn't work out she didn't want there to be too much talk about how or why it ended. For the most part their relationship went pretty well. Casey was impressed with how easily John handled all of her shit, and when he stuck around she found herself opening up to him more and more. They had a bit of a falling out when she decided to leave for training so she could apply to the Sheriff's Department, and when she comes back and sees what Eden's Gate has done to the county, she knows for sure there's no way they can just pick up where they left off.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

-They don't technically have an "official" first date. John kind of corners Casey at the Spread Eagle one night -- she's not working, just hanging out -- and buys her dinner and a drink. It's the first night where they both sort of let their guard down and just talk.

What was their first kiss like?

-Intense, a little sloppy, and unexpected. It's during the Testy Festy and there's music playing, and Casey may have had one bourbon too many when she spots John trying to make his way through the mayhem. So she drags him over to dance. It's in the midst of trying to get John to actually dance with her that she realizes how blue his eyes are and hey, ya know what, he's actually really attractive, and she just... goes for it. It's a lot of pent up attraction mixed with alcohol.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? 

-I feel like Casey is probably John's first love. I don't think he ever dated when he was in high school, the Duncan's probably strongly discouraged anything that could possibly lead to sin, and after they died he never really wanted a relationship. Just fling after fling to try and fill the void. Casey is the first person he ever takes the time to get to know, and let's get to know him, outside of his brothers.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

-Casey is about 5'6", John is around 5'10", and there's a six year age gap between them (Casey is 27 and John is 32).

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

-John never really gets to know Casey's mother that well, and she probably wouldn't remember him if he tried. He has a strained relationship with Joanna. Since Jacob and Joseph have both talked about her a lot, he knows she took care of him and his brothers when they were little, but he was too young to remember any of that. All he knows is that to him, at least, she's a stranger. And she's a stranger who is trying to get too close, too fast.

Casey finds Joseph creepy, and has little desire to get to know him any better than she already does -- no matter what Joanna and John tell her. At first, she has a mutual respect for Jacob. She's not crazy about him and they've never had a conversation long enough for her to form a solid opinion, but he cares about Joanna and that means a lot to her. After she's spent some time going through his trials, though, it's a different story. She hates how smug and superior he sounds, and she'd love nothing better than to punch him in his stupid ginger face. As for Faith, Casey likes her most out of all of John's siblings. Maybe it's the fact they're not really related.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

-John, but Casey doesn't mind. She'd rather not deal with it in the first place, and he's a naturally social person, so it works out.

Who gets jealous easier?

-This would have to be John, again. Like I said, Casey is the first person outside of his brothers that he's willingly let get close. When he sees her with other people he gets scared she'll find someone else and he'll get left behind.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

-John did. It's after Joseph's arrest and Casey goes to his ranch to tell him off, and as he's trying to convince her to stay it just slips out.

What are their primary love languages?

-John: Physical touch, words of affirmation, receiving gifts -Casey: Words of affirmation, acts of service, quality time

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

-They don't cuddle very often because Casey just can't sit still long enough. She also isn't big on physical touch, which is one of John's top three love languages and a source of many arguments discussions. She’s not totally against touch ever, just not all the time. However, if she's had enough to drink or she's just in the mood, Casey has no problem with a little PDA. Especially after everyone finds out they're together, she has a habit of just grabbing John and kissing him wherever they are if she's feeling it. John doesn't complain, but other people do.

What are their favorite things to do together?

-They love to spend time in John's hangar, music playing in the background, Casey working on her bike and John working on his plane. They'll spend hours in there just talking.

Who’s better at comforting the other?

-Neither of them are very good at comforting people, but they both make an effort to be there when they know the other is having a particularly hard day. Casey tends to ramble and stroke John's hair/hug him in order to distract him, and John will sit and listen while Casey vents about whatever is bothering her.

Who’s more protective?

-I'd say they're pretty equal. Neither of them have a problem with acting on their emotions (John is more calculated but still prone to emotional outbursts as we've seen) and if they think the other is in physical danger, or even being disrespected, they're quick to step in.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

-Casey prefers verbal affection while John prefers physical. They try and make sure the other feels wanted and loved regardless, but sometimes it's hard when John wants to cuddle and Casey just wants to talk.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

-I also have a playlist for them as well, so I'll try and stick to my top five songs from their playlist:

No Light, No Light by Florence + the Machine

Bitter Water by The Oh Hellos

It Will Come Back by Hozier

War of Hearts by Ruelle

Take Me to Church by Hozier

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

-John uses the typical ones "My dear" and "Darling", but Casey doesn't really use nicknames. She might say "babe" or something, but she'll usually just call John by name.

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?

-John proposes in the bunker. They didn't have much in the way of rings, but after dinner in their room one night he just got down on one knee and asked her.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

-I don't even know if it could be considered a wedding, really. More a celebration with a very, very small ceremony. They have Joseph marry them, and Jacob, Joanna, and Faith are in attendance, but that's it.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

-They have one daughter named after Casey's mother, Marian "Mari" Seed. She's a bit of a spitfire and a daredevil like her mother, much to John's dismay, but she's more calculated about her actions, like John. Which, honestly, probably makes her stunts more dangerous than Casey's.

Do they have any pets?

-Pre-collapse Casey counted Boomer as hers. Post-collapse she just sort of feeds and takes care of whatever friendly animals come to their house, which drives John up the wall. He's not really a pet person.

Who’s the stricter parent?

-John, but only by a hair. It's mostly because he's trying to keep Mari from getting hurt or killing herself, and Casey's busy cheering on whatever stunt her daughter has come up with from the sideline. Any other time it's usually Casey.

Who kills the bugs in the house?

-Both of them, neither are really bothered by bugs.

How do they celebrate holidays?

-I'm just going to assume the rest of these will be happening post-collapse, so they celebrate as well as they can. Casey tries to scrounge together decorations, because holidays are important to her and John's never really had good experiences with holidays, and now they have Mari to think about. She does her best, with Joanna's help, to make every holiday at least a little fun.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

-John. He's not the type to sleep until noon, but Casey gets up too early in his opinion. Sometimes he just wants to lay in bed for a while and hold his wife, but it takes an awful lot of coaxing to do so.

Who’s the better cook?

-John, again. Not that Casey can't cook, John just happens to be better at it. She's more than willing to let him take the reigns, though.

[turnupbrock]

Ignored//Colby Brock x Reader

This was requested by @colbybrockfanfic: “Hey, can you do one of Colby and the reader ignores him for 24 hours for a video” 

I hope you like it! Let me know!

"Hey guys! Welcome to my channel or if your new, welcome to my channel!" I said to the camera that was propped up on Colby's tripod that he had in his office room. I stood in front of the wall that Sam pranked Colby with by painting it. I looked in the viewfinder at the obnoxiously bright pink. I laughed shook my head, pointing behind me I said, "Seriously, I love this. Thank you Sam." I shook my head again, "Okay, so for today's video, I'm going to be ignoring my lovely boyfriend, Colby Brock. I've been giving him short replies to him and not really talking to him just so he could notice that something was wrong. I knew that if I just started to ignore him that he would automatically know that it would be a prank so I had to build it up a little bit." I stopped my explanation for a second thinking that if Colby actually thinks something is wrong, and he starts to give me his infamous puppy dog eyes, I knew that I would cave and reveal that it's a prank. I mean can you blame me? That son of a bitch is too cute to ignore for a whole day. I explained my thought to the camera before hiding the three cameras. "Alright guys, this one is going to be facing the living room," I spoke to the camera while hiding it behind Colby's t.v and red candle. I took a couple steps back to see if the camera was visible. Once I confirmed that Colby wouldn't be able to see it, my phone dinged. I looked at the camera for a second, I pulled my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and opened it to see that Colby texted me. I went closer to the camera to show the text, "Alright guys, Colby said that he is on his way home." I was now starting to get nervous. I didn't want Colby to feel like I was mad at him, it was just for a video. He would understand that. He pranks me all the time. I took a couple deep breathes before plopping down on the couch. Moments later, the jiggle of the door knob got my attention. I threw a quick thumbs up to the camera that was hidden before going back to my phone.

Colby's pov-

 Y/n has been acting weird all day and I don't know what happened or what was wrong, but I plan on talking to her today after I got back from filming for metalife. I unlocked my apartment door, to reveal my beautiful girlfriend sitting on my couch. She didn't say anything when I walked in, which was unusual because every time I would get home, she would greet me with a 'hey' or kiss but nothing. She didn't even turn her head to see that it was me. My lips tugged into a small frown, "Hey baby, " I said walking to the kitchen to put down keys and wallet. Y/n didn't reply to me, she just sat there, still scrolling through her phone. I furrowed my brow and made my way over to the couch, "Hey baby, I missed you." I tried again. Still nothing. Did I do something wrong? I reached my hand out to brush some of her hair that fell into her eyes, but she moved away from me. My chest tightened a little, y/n never rejects any type of affection that I give her. I pursed my lips and shuffled closer to her, I dipped my head down and pressed a couple of soft kisses to her neck. No response. "What's wrong love?" I asked sitting up and turning so I was facing her. Y/n just kept looking at her phone, not even acknowledging that I was there. It felt like my chest kept getting tighter every time she wouldn't answer me. Was she planning on leaving me? Did I really make her that mad, that she would want to leave me? My thoughts were interrupted when my phone went off. I sighed looking at y/n one more time before pulling out my phone to see that Sam had texted me. 'Hey dude, you forgot your hoodie here.' I closed out my phone and looked back at Y/n. I sighed and dropped back down to place a quick kiss to her cheek, I could've sworn I saw her lips turn up a little bit. But when I looked back she still had a stoic look of her face. I shook my head and walked out of my apartment.

Y/n pov-

Colby walked out clearly looking confused as hell and a little sad. When he kissed my cheek, I almost broke character and smiled but I stopped myself. I stood up and quickly made my way to the hidden camera, "Guys, I'm going to chill in the bedroom now." I walked to bedroom and laid down on Colby's bed.  But what I didn't know was that Colby was having a conversation with Sam...

Colby's pov-

"I don't know man. I think she is planning on leaving me.." I told Sam as I made my way back to the door of his apartment. "But why?" he asked leaning against his counter. "I don't know, and that's the most frustrating thing! She won't even talk to me about it!" I exclaimed, my emotions getting the best of me. I brought my hand up to pinch the bridge of my nose, while trying to calm myself down. I didn't even notice that Sam had come to stand next to me until I felt his hand on my shoulder, "Colby, just give her some time and space okay? Come over here and hang out for a little, maybe then she'll be over her mood and talk to you. But I highly doubt that shes is going to leave you. She loves you too much to do that." Sam explained to me. I nodded my head, he was right. Y/n did love me too much to just leave me like that. She was probably just in a bad mood, it didn't make it hurt less, it just gave her behavior a reason. I sighed and opened my eyes, "Alright, thanks man." I said as I pulled Sam into a quick hug. He clapped my back a couple of times, "Any time." With that I walked out and opened the door to my apartment. I sighed when I looked over at the couch and saw that Y/n was no longer sitting on the couch. I know that Sam said I should just give her some time and that she was probably just in a bad mood but my anxiety was still through the roof. I loved her so much and as cliche as it sounded, if she left it would kill me. I walked through the hall of my apartment, pushing open the door to my office, just to check if Y/n was in there, realizing that she wasn't, I continued to my room.  Once I walked into my bedroom, I saw her body sprawled out on my bed. Her long  y/h/c was spread across my pillow, her white shirt rid up on her side, some of her skin showing, her legs accompanied by my favorite black ripped jeans on her. She was laying flat on her back still scrolling through her phone. "Y/n, are you okay?" still nothing. I shook my head and walked into the closet to hang up the hoodie that I had just retrieved from Sam.

Once I hung it up, I walked back into my room. I called Y/n's name again and still no answer. This might not work but I sure was going to try. I walked over to where Y/n was lying on the bed and laid right on top of her. I tangled our legs together, wrapped my arms her torso, pulling her tight against me, and laid my head on her chest. For a second, I just laid there, waiting to see if she would start playing with my hair like she always does. After a minute passed and she didn't do anything, I looked up at her. Y/n didn't look at me, instead she just turned off her phone and closed her eyes. I scooted up on her body so my face was closer to hers, but so my head was still on her chest. "Baby," nothing. "Babbyyy" I whined. Still nothing. I shook her a little, "Baby, look at mee" I pouted. Y/n finally opened her eyes and looked at me. I pushed my bottom lip out and looked at her. Y/n suddenly groaned, loudly, and threw her head back onto the bed. "Baby you can't use those eyes on me" she groaned again. I smiled a little at the sound of her voice but it quickly turned into a frown, "Why were you ignoring me?" I asked quietly. Y/n just pointed at the dresser, I followed her finger and my eyes fell on a camera that was hidden underneath a t-shirt of mine. My mouth dropped open and I looked back at Y/n. It was a prank. She struggled to sit since I was still on top of her. I chuckled and moved off of her, "That was the hardest fucking prank" Y/n said taking my face in her hands. "I knew that you would use your puppy dog look on me." She said smiling fondly at me. I shook my head, a small smile on my face. "I just wanted to come home and cuddle with you." I pouted again. "I'm sorry baby, it was just a prank." she replied pulling me into a hug.

 We wrapped her video and I pulled Y/n down onto the couch with me, I nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck and placed a small, soft kiss. "That was fucked up," I said once I moved my face to look at her. Y/n giggled and leaned down to place a slow kiss on my lips. Y/n smiled at me when she pulled away, "I'm sorry love, but it was payback for all the pranks you've pulled on me." she giggled again. I smiled wickedly at her, "This means war baby."

[littlemissmarvelous]

Lost It All

The day of the snap started like any other day of a mission for Bucky and I. We laid beside each other, our limbs intertwined in a desperate attempt to hold each other tight before he’d have to leave my side again. Sometimes it was easier, but now that my stomach had grown a significant amount, Bucky was a little more present and attentive. It was always funny to see the famous winter soldier so wrapped around someone’s finger, and the child hadn’t even arrived yet. His cool metal fingers of his left hand felt like a dream against my hot skin that seemed to almost sizzle in the weather of Wakanda. I sighed in content and snuggled closer into his chest for comfort. He always was the best cuddle partner there was, almost like a teddy bear in human male form.

“Goodmorning doll.” He smiled and kissed the top of my head lovingly. Grinning I reply, “Goodmorning my love. How long have you been up?” He hums in thought. “About an hour, I had to pack some stuff up for the mission so I snuck out the best I could from bed. Packed very quick because I wanted to get back into bed with my sweetheart. And my little girl.” His hand then meets my swollen tummy as his smile grows large.

“How do you know it’s going to be a girl buck?” I chuckle. He simply shrugged in return.

“Call it a gut feeling sweetheart.” I laugh again and kiss him softly. We stay like that, lips grazing over one another’s for what felt like an hour before I speak up.

“Please don’t go.” I beg. I plead with every fiber in my being knowing full well he was going to go no matter what. Something deep inside me knew that something bad was going to happen today. “I won’t be on the field to use my Powers to protect you this time Bucky.” Tears fills my eyes as I gaze into his blue ones, hoping he’d see my pain but also my hope. His warm lips find my shoulder and he kisses it softly in comfort.

“You know I have to go y/n. I’ll be okay, I promise. I have to get back home to you and our little princess so there is no way I’m dying.” His fingers graze through my hair before dancing down my cheeks.

“Maybe...Maybe I can help from afar then. Just so I can know I’m helping you somehow. I can use my powers from a distance and give you a shield.” That’s what my powers were really, I was the epitome of a human shield. Able to make and produce shields for myself and others using my own energy. It proved to be quite useful in most battles we had been through and it was brought me to the avengers.

“No, absolutely not. You are not going to risk your life as well as our babe’s by going out there with us. We can do this. Trust me. I can’t imagine losing you so I don’t even want to put that as a risk to begin with.” Laying his forehead against mine, all that’s felt between us is absolute love. His reassurance to come home. I nod without saying a word, simply sniffling as I try to keep the tears at bay. Sometimes you wish time went faster and then there were times you wish it would just stop. The sun was rising too fast, the mission coming too quick and neither of us was ready to part. It was when there was a soft knock at our door that we rose from our bed. I slipped on my nightgown before opening the door. Steve smiled warmly at me as he greeted me. “Hey y/n. How are you and that babe?” My hand went to cradle my growing bump and I sighed softly.

“As well as we can be considering. Neither of us are excited that you guys are heading to war.” His smile turns sorry and I know immediately he understands. “Ain’t the first time we’ve gone to war unfortunately, doll.” I turn to see Bucky dressed in his stealth suit with his guns strapped to him and his metal arm gleaming. Grabbing a black duffel bag, his kisses me quickly and muttered about being right back before walking off.

“Steve.” He looks at me in question. “What’s up?”

I let out a shaky breath, afraid that my next words will unravel the worst possible chain of events that showed in my nightmares.

“I have a really bad feeling about this. I can feel it in my gut that something is going to go wrong. Please -tell me you’ll try to save his ass as much as you can.”

He then turned and gave me a salute. “On my honour mam.” I nodded silently in return, not one for making any humorous joke at the moment. When Bucky finally appeared I immediately hugged him tight almost afraid to let go. Tears began to fall down my cheeks like waterfalls as I gripped fistfuls of his shirt.

“I love you so much Bucky. We love you so much.”

I sniffle again. “Please make it back home to us.” I pull back to take a last look at his face and beautiful blue eyes. Both hands went to my cheeks to cup my face lovingly.

“I will always make it back home to you baby.” I sob and he kisses me hard. This was a see you later kiss. Not a goodbye kiss, I tell myself. I wish I never had to stop kissing him, almost like i was an addict. I knew it was time to say goodbye but my heart broke every step we took outside our home towards Steve’s quinjet. Realizing this was it, I grabbed both his metal and his flesh hands and squeezed them tight before placing them on my stomach.

“We’ll be waiting for you, Soldier. I love you.” A tear flows from his eye but he wipes it quickly.

“I love you too baby. I’ll see you in a bit.”

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It was the gut feeling that led me to Bucky’s spare bike that he left in the shed. My nerves were going haywire as I got onto the bike, it being a little hard with the tummy and all. I didn’t even want to think about how hard it was to get into one of the stealth suits. Without another thought I zoomed off towards the battlefield. I just knew I had to get there soon. I knew it in my bones.

Once I found myself 200 yards away from the fight , I stopped and let the image sink in. Aliens everywhere, our forces on earth scattered and fighting what looked like banshees. My eyes scanned and scanned until they spotted a metal arm and a shield. Anger immediately filled my body at the sight of an alien Bitch trying to kill my soldier. Laying a hand on the swell of my stomach I whispered, “let’s do this baby. We gotta protect daddy.” In response I felt a kick and in any other instance I would have cried but this was not the time or the place. Focusing on both Steve and Bucky I formulated shields around them both and then waited for the inevitable. Seeing that he wasn’t being hit Bucky was first confused, a frown resting on his face before his eyes widened and his face completely paled. His body shifted and his eyes grazed the plains until his eyes found me and his face was flashes of panic and anger and fear. My lips move, hoping he reads them. I love you.

Steve sees me, unsure himself but nods and gets back into the fight. Bucky follows suite as I try to keep up my shields.

I didn’t see the alien coming. But Bucky did and I’ve never seen him run so fast before today to rip someone’s head off since he was in Hydra.

“You need to get out of here!” He yells as he finished the alien off.

“We are protecting you, I’m not going anywhere.” I yell back.

It’s then that we hear Wanda’s scream of agony that my fear heightens to its max. My eyes are scanning every area as I try hard to keep up my shields. My head begins to throb at the strain but I can’t let up. Bucky’s now not to far from me fighting off aliens coming my way and everyone else is in the mess of aliens and humans.

And then it happened. Just like that. A snap. And one by one people began disintegrating to ash before my eyes. Panic becomes me as I catch eyes with Steve, confused at what was going on until I saw Bucky. His metal arm was going first.

He was trying to run to me but before he could get within touching distance he was gone, all that was left of him was his gun on the floor.

It was then like I was outside of my body looking in. A scream ripped from my throat as I fell to my knees and without realizing it, making myself very vulnerable.

The knife was quick and the pain was sharp. Right in my stomach. The alien woman sneered at me before muttering, “worthless humans shouldn’t breed anyways.”

Those turned out to be her last words as captain America’s shield flew in and swiftly cut off her head. My hand went to my stomach and felt the warm blood flowing out, along with the warm liquid that was forming between my legs that I knew was also blood. Next thing I knew Steve was in my face calling to me but it was as if everything was muted, muffled even.

“Hold on y/n. I got you. I got you. Please stay awake, I can’t let you die on me.” I’m suddenly in his arms and he’s running with me effortlessly. Maybe i was as featherlight as I felt at the moment? I cough, tasting the metallic taste of blood on my tongue.

As he loads me in the quinjet I gaze at Steve.

“She’s gone Steve. I can feel it.” Tears pour down my cheeks. She. It was my first time calling my baby a she and i knew if Bucky was here he’d tease me for it. But he wasn’t, and i was losing the one thing that i had left that reminded me of him. He shakes his head as his hands keep pressure on the stab wound. “Let’s check with Cho first okay?” I shake my head in reply.

“I have lost it all, Stevie. I’ve lost it all.”

His hand grabs mine and holds it tight.

“We are gonna get him back. We are going to bring everyone back. I promise y/n.”

A small smile graces my face before I cave in to the darkness.

I had truly lost it all.