#can you tell i’ve gotten into starlight

[bhnsby]

Instead of doing my coursework like I’m meant to I’ve been drawing girlball Electra starlight characters

[lvrslvt3]

POOL CONFESSIONS | j. fisher

main masterlist | tsitp masterlist

PAIRINGS : jeremiah fisher x reader

SUMMARY : the two friends try to do a movie stunt in a pool, but they end up making there own movie.

WARNINGS : none

NOTES : i haven’t proofread this

“looks like your having fun.” you sarcastically commented while taking a seat beside jeremiah, your bare legs dangling into the cool pool water infront of the pair of you. you glanced over at the boy, concerned at the expression on his face and the tightness of his jaw. he had a solemn look about him as he gazed down at the pool and you knew why. you had accidentally caught him kissing belly in it just the night before but you hadn’t told him. you didn’t want your own emotions to get on the way of his.

“bad memories?” your voice was quieter this time, more reserved, as your curiosity got the best of you. you also wanted to make sure that he was okay since he did not currently look it. “something like that.” he mumbled before finally facing you. his jaw softened but you could tell he was keeping something in. he was mad at something or someone but it wasn’t you, if it was he would’ve already started an argument or atleast made a few passive agressive comments by now.

“what about you?” he leaned back on his hands instead of crossing them and you notice the slight falter in his breath, his chest hitching for a second longer before finally calming down. you pretended not to notice it. “honestly?” you asked with a sigh while looking away from jeremiah and back into the water, “i’m thinking about that scene from dirty dancing right now.” you failed to hide the small smile on your face.

jeremiah shot you a confused look before he finally broke out into a real smile, a soft chuckle leaving him. “when johnny lifts baby up in the water?” he questioned, recognition sparking all over his features. you hummed before facing him fully, a michevouis smirk on your face. “why don’t we do it?” you shrugged as you spoke before lifting up an arm to flex your hardly there muscles, “i’ve gotten pretty strong—“

“why don’t i do the lifting?” he suggested while standing up, pulling off his shirt and jumping in while his shorts on. you laughed while taking off your shirt aswell, leaving you in only pyjama shorts and a sports bra.

you slipped in the water before the effects of his stare took place, a shy smile overcoming you as you faced each other ��� now soaked in the water and underneath the starlight of cousins. “don’t go shy on me now.” jeremiah teased after shaking his hair, some of its fluffiness coming back before taking steps in the water over to you, “your gonna have to run and jump—“

“run?” you interrupted before he could finish his sentence, “i cant run in deep water.” you reminded him before pushing back your hair so it wouldn’t fall in front your face any longer. “i’ll just,” you paused for a moment, “come at you fast.”

“so run?” he raised a brow and you splashed water towards him, scrunching up your face in annoyance before readying yourself. “just come at me, i’ll catch you.” he promised, bringing his arms out to do just that. “you better.” you mumbled before stretching your body, a little dramatically, to prepare yourself. “just to let you know, the music is playing in my head.” you told jeremiah before you started towards him.

“mine too.” he chuckled before you finally began to move, going as fast as you could to get past the heavy water trying to keep you back until finally his hands were on your waist and he could attempt to lift you. he got you up into the air but perhaps too fast since you had went over him, your hands in the air as if you was flying as you dived back into the pool on the other side of the fisher boy. when you resurfaced he was laughing.

“you came at me too fast.” he joked as you went back to your place from before. “if you can’t handle me, jere, just tell me.” you teased him. the boy chuckled and shook his head, “i can always handle you.” you rolled my eyes at the comment but you still blushed at his attention.

“if you drop me one more time, then i’m gonna drown you.” you joked as you once again came from underneath the water, slicking your hair back to keep it away from your face and swimming back towards your spot. “i just don’t know my own strength.” he joked, bringing his arms up and flexing the new muscles he had gotten over the year. you tried not to stare too intensely at them and instead kept your eyes focused on his face.

“is that why you keep dunking me?” you questioned with a tilt of your head. he nodded with a grin, bringing his arms out to catch you again. “this time we’ll do it, i know it.” he stated confidently. you smiled, beginning to rush towards him. you had managed to get faster each time. the water was easier to break through and it swiftly moved by you until finally you reached jeremiah.

he caught your waist just like last time and held you up, your hands coming to steady yourself on his shoulders automatically. “don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he mumbled and you could feel your stomach tighten, feeling on fire from his touch. you brought your hands up just like they had in the movie, giggling along with jeremiah’s chuckles before finally he let you down and you were stood infront of him with a sheepish grin still on your face.

“we did it!” you cheered while hugging him, his hands holding your waist tighter as you both celebrated. “i told you we would.” jeremiah stated before you pulled away to look at him again. “your so cocky.” you laughed through your own words. “when a pretty girl like you wants to be in my presence i have every right to be cocky.” he looked smug as he spoke and his hand tightened on you once more. “am i wrong?” he raised a brow as if to challenge you.

you didn’t respond, rolling your eyes playfully and turned to escape his grasp before you exposed the little crush you had on him. but his grip tightened so your movement halted, and you looked back around at his emotionless face. he was staring down at you with an unreadable expression. “jere, you okay?”

he didn’t respond, his eyes glancing down to your lips before he finally kissed you. without warning, without asking he simply pressed his lips against yours like that was the only way to answer your question. once he kissed you, your heart flowed and every muscle in your body relaxed. how much you needed this terrified you. you wondered if everyone felt this way. maybe it was just you, or maybe it was just you and him together.

he pulled away after a few seconds, squeezing your hips as if to ask silently if you were okay, and when you didn’t do anything he spoke. “i always knew i loved you.” he whispered in a hoarse voice that made you involuntarily shiver. you opened your mouth to speak, to say it back, but he stopped you. “i didn’t say it just to hear it said back. i said it to make sure that you knew.”

you spoke just as he finished, “i love you too, jere.” you smiled up at him and he returned it easily, your heart beginning to race again at this bubble of happiness you were confined to as you held each other. you leaned your head up to kiss him once again. this time, he grabbed your throat but didn’t choke you, just brought you so close that when you kissed you weren’t sure whose air you were breathing.

[aziraphales-library]

Have any recommendations for trans lesbian Crowley?

We have a #trans crowley tag, and in particular this post which are ineffable wives fics in which one of them is trans. Here are a couple more to add...

Goodnight, Starlight by biracy (G)

Aziraphale showers Crowley with poetic, allusion-filled praise just before she nods off to sleep.

Dream River by noodlefrog (E)

Aziraphale watched Crowley take a long drink, seemingly pondering how to answer as she savored the taste of her wine. “It’s the dreams,” the demon said at last. “I like to dream.” “I can’t say that I’ve ever really gotten the appeal. Dreams aren’t real. It’s all imaginary, is it not? I’ve always found reality fascinating enough that I doubt that my unconscious brain could think up something even half as interesting.” “‘Course it’s all imaginary,” Crowley told her. The flames of the candles danced and flickered across the reflection in her glasses. “That’s the whole point. Dreams can show me things that could never happen in the real world.” In the last six years before the world ends, Aziraphale learns how to sleep. In her dreams, she discovers a world without rules where she can do anything she wants without fear. The best part is that Crowley is there, too, and she can tell her all the things she can't when she's awake. ... None of it is real, of course, but she's willing to accept any time with Crowley she can get, no matter the circumstances.

The Princess and the Librarian by die_traumerei (E)

Set in a fantasy-ish AU: a kind of neo-Romantic pseudo-medieval setting. Very pseudo. Crowley meets the castle's new Librarian when she yanks Crowley out of the rain. She fall in love about twenty seconds later, as you do. Aziraphale meets the Princess when she discovers a half-drowned woman outside of her library. She's pretty sure Crowley has better things to do with her time, but isn't going to give up the chance to be friends with her. What happens when two people who are both a little bit broken meet, and are brave enough to become friends, and then fall in love? Well, a lot of cuddling and reading aloud and adventures tramping through the woods, for one thing. Also, maybe, finding home, and acceptance, and a fierce champion to help you take your place in the world, knowing you matter. Part 1 of Castle Terra series

- Mod D

[amourjuno]

something i’ve noticed about the sound design in the first act of revue starlight: the movie ☆

(i am no expert, and this isn't very in depth...)

each scene of the revue starlight can be categorised as the abstract or the present reality.

the abstract is flashbacks, revues, and interludes, and the present reality is the more grounded scenes like the scene of everyone in the seisho dorm living room and the script reveal for 101th’s starlight. with a few exceptions for dramatic or emotional effect, the abstract contains music, but the present reality has no music but a constant, mundane rumbling sound effect: whether that’s the wind, the washing machine, or the train.

this lack of music in these scenes made me feel uncomfortable as a viewer, and it really stuck in my brain. it’s unusual for revue starlight, especially as an anime and bushiroad property from the modern era, to not have some kind of background music at almost all times. there’s usually at least some music, right? music is the window to a character’s emotions and thoughts! it establishes the tone of the scene, the genre, the setting! it’s so important! and there isn’t any!

but these sound effects are their own music, and they tell their own story.

of course the absence of music is to create a distinction between the reality and the abstract, but also to contrast the tv show, or to put it into narrative perspective, the characters’ second year of high school. the melodies of their blissful high school lives are now replaced with the uncomfortable, looming reality that adulthood is approaching. do you remember that feeling, maybe near to your graduation, the crushing and shocking realisation that you’ll never get these years of childhood back? that you’re about to be thrust into the adult world? even as a teenager, you still have a child-like innocence that is threatened by this realisation.

the monotonous droning that accompanies this lack of music puts this passage of time at the forefront. how many times have you sat in a quiet room with a ticking clock? a washing machine? a microwave? did you feel uncomfortable with this heightened awareness of the passage of time? were you anxious? bored? desperate for the time to hurry up, or desperate for it to slow down?

in the train scene, kaoruko, even when everyone around her is having interesting conversations, is focusing on the sounds of the train. she says “how long is this going to keep rumbling on for?” and it’s not a coincidence that, in the previous scene, after lashing out at everyone for forgetting the auditions, she stumbles upon the room that is filled with the sound of the rumbling washing machines. she’s being confronted with the inevitable passage of time, and it’s frustrating her.

as a viewer, it made me think “wow, everything has gotten more mature now” it gave me a similar feeling to that crushing realisation i talked about earlier. i love when media can give me such a reaction, or call back to a feeling that i had either long forgotten or struggled to put into words. revue starlight is an anime that has done that for me so many times, and i can really appreciate it for that!!

[aran-morinorea]

I hope it’s not too late to ask about Non-Euclidean Nan Elmoth? Because that sounds fascinating. Glorfindel being confused and in distress is a thing I like more than poor Glorfindel deserves.

It's never too late to ask about Non-Euclidean Nan Elmoth! (also my most recent call for requests is still open, I've decided, no matter how long ago that was) And I'm avoiding my classwork, so you get [checks notes] 250 words

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The stranger waits patiently while Laurefindelë recovers his breath enough to say, “I - well - I’ve gotten lost. ...Somehow I think you could already tell as much.”

“Yes, I rather could,” the stranger says, his voice dripping condescension. “It’s getting late, and you look weary. Come into my home, traveler, let me offer you meat and drink.” 

Laurefindelë looks down at him, trying to get his brain to work. How late is it? Late afternoon, when he crossed the river, and that wasn’t so long ago. Was it? But - the starlight - Laurefindelë cannot tell if those are actually stars or pinpricks of sunlight, straining to get through the canopy.

How dangerous would it be to accept this person’s hospitality? Is it hospitality at all, or a trap? But if he were entirely hostile, surely he wouldn’t be offering, since he very obviously can lead Laurefindelë wherever he likes.

How dangerous would it be to refuse it? Whoever this person is, he does not seem likely to say, “Oh, that’s all right, if you go that way and take a left at the third sycamore you’ll be out of here on the other side in no time.” He seems more like a “Fine with me, if you want to walk in circles until you starve or get eaten by wild animals” kind of person, if not an “I was just being polite, but now you’re getting locked in my basement instead of given a seat at my dinner table” kind of person.

[angelgoeslewd]

these hands of mine. (too shaky to hold.)

🔮 summary: solomon gets you back.

⚠️ warnings: SPOILERS FOR LESSON 13, 18+ content, minors DNI, comfort fucking, PIV sex, AFAB reader.

“hng-…. S- Sol.”

his colored eyes lift to meet yours, but his tongue doesn’t let up at your call — tracing the curve of your puffy pussy up, continuing to abuse your overly sensitive clit by licking his name into you over and over and over.

“Sol,” you whisper, hurriedly, “Please! Pleasepleaseplease—….”

“I’ve missed you so much, Starlight,” he whispers back, from in between your thighs. his ministrations haven’t stopped, you noticed, but you just can’t seem to figure out in your hazy mind when he replaced his tongue with his fingers, dipping into your honeypot, gathering slick from you and pushing it back in, his thumb always barely brushing your clit every time he pushes into you. “—can’t even imagine.”

“H- Huh?”

you bring forth a laugh from his grinning face, a soft rumbling that is almost like a purr. even the slight vibrations from his chest pushing against your thighs has you throwing your head back and moaning, making him laugh more. it’s not fair! it’s not your fault! he’s been at this for hours since you’ve gotten back to Cocytus hall, refusing to let you leave your shared bed, his mouth pressing against every piece of skin he could find — your breasts, stomach, thighs — all while his mouth overflowed with words of love, spilling onto your bed like the white wine you share during your late night stargazing, leaving behind nothing, not a trace it was ever there.

but Solomon is more determined than ever, it seems, to carve his devotion into you, a pact of his own, overlapping any of your previous ones, mapping out your new future with him — his hands are picking up pace now — making you grip the bed sheets, fisting them with all your strength — he’s telling you to cum on his fingers, on his tongue, to let him taste you, let him memorize it, and —

you cum with a shout of his name on your lips, letting thoughts crystallizing in the atmosphere as you lie there, trying to catch your breath.

(‘you know he’s hurting. you can tell by his grin, how much it wavers, how his eyes get glossy when they rest on you too long, he was scared. he thought he lost you when he’s only just gotten you. he refuses to grab your hand, lest you feel how much it shakes, but you notice it regardless. why does he feel like he has to always be strong and collected for you? doesn’t he realize that you can be strong for him too?’)

“Starlight,” he whispers, shattering your thoughts into shards. his hands rest on your thighs, the man himself still crouching between them, half your body sidled off the bed, presented to him like a plate at Diavolo’s dinners. his hands don’t move from your body as he stands to lean over you, choosing instead to caress your sides, your stomach, the curves of your breasts, his tender touch meeting your soft skin all the way up to your face. you’re both silent for a moment as you gaze at each other, him looking you over for a moment, you captivated by the way he rivals the moon in its glow. another beat, and then he presses a soft kiss to your mouth.

“Starlight,” he repeats, helplessly, desperately, as if trying to convey every single second he felt guilty, every moment he thought of you in that single word.

“Solomon.” Your answering word is firm, a call for his attention, and he gives it so willingly. Your hands ghost over the small of his clothed back, finally, finally, allowed to touch him. You echo his loving touches, hands making their way to rest over his on the side of your face. “I need you… Please… I…”

he gives you a smile that is softer then it ever has been.

your hand squeezes his.

his finally stops trembling.

your shared room is emptied of its silence once more.

moans chase after each other, bumping their way through pants and groans, wet smacks of kisses parting them every so often.

Solomon presses his warmth into you, fucking you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. you’re blissed out on his cock, so much pleasure coursing through you that you wonder if you actually woke up.

his hands hold you down as he rocks into you, gripping you with a desperation that can only be akin to a man hopelessly in love.

“Starlight,” he gasps, his forehead sparkling with unshed sweat, “I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.” You reach up and pull him down into a kiss as he cums in you, and in that moment, every second he thought of you, every ounce of guilt he felt courses through you, connecting the two of you with something greater than any pact could. you hold him tighter as he buries his head into your neck. there is no sound, no way you can tell that he’s crying, other than the tears that wet your neck.

“Please,” he whispers, with an emotion so strong it can only come from a man who’s seen empires rise and fall. “Don’t leave me.”

[lanitalay]

Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 4

a/n: sorry this is a bit late, Halloweekend got very busy. Enjoy!!

Other chapters

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

“I suggest someone else take her back, she did not have a good time during the flight” Cassian says and flashes you a mischievous grin. His face drops when he sees the far away look in your eyes and the wet streaks on your cheeks “seriously though, can someone winnow her?” “I need to speak with Lucien so I can take her, but I have a few meetings until later in the afternoon” she looks to Mor “do you mind giving her a tour of the house and finding her a room in the meantime?” Mor adjusts her hair and says “of course, we can have a little girls day and get to know each other a bit. I’ll fill you in on all of our juicy gossip” she winks at you. You wipe your tears away and put on a poor excuse of a smile “that sounds great, I love to gossip”. You laugh, kind of, trying to ignore the pang in your chest. Memories of long gossip sessions with friends flashing through your mind. At coffee shops, during phone calls, at sleep-overs before you fall asleep. Amren gets up from her chair “I assume this meeting is over. I’ll see if I can find something in my personal library” and walks out. “Meeting adjourned '' Rhysand announces and the group stands to go their own ways. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, y/n” Feyre smiles and walks out of the room. Mor is waiting for you by the doorway “Come on, girl, there’s a lot to see”. 

“I think this should be your room” Mor opens the door and lets you walk in first. The tour had been… a lot to take in. The house is huge and it’s beautiful but it has about a hundred floors and a million rooms. When you step through the door, you’re not shocked to see a beautifully decorated room with an incredible view to match. Velaris, the city of starlight, Mor had told you. “It’s close to the stairs, has its own bathing room and if you pull this back” she goes towards the curtains and reveals a glass door that blends in perfectly with the wall of windows “a balcony! I think no one has claimed this one because it is a little on the smaller side but if all goes well you’ll be on your way home soon” she smiles as you look around. This room is twice the size of my room back home. The bed looks divine, it is made with expensive looking linens, it has about ten decorative pillows that take up half of the mattress. You sit on it and lay back. Good god, I’m never leaving this bed. “This is the most extravagant bed and room I’ve ever seen, let alone stayed in” months of traveling on a budget had gotten you accustomed to thin mattresses at crowded hostels or questionable spare bedrooms from online listings. This was luxury. From what you had gathered last night, a High Lord is someone akin to a king and by the looks of this “house” Rhysand has the taste and wallet of true royalty. “I can’t disagree, it is beautiful” she sits next to you “so… I was serious about the gossip. There are some things you might want to know about the whole dynamic within the Court of Dreams” you can’t help the genuine smile that comes on “tell me everything”. “I knew there was something about you that I liked” she giggles “ok so since you’ve met Lucien I guess we can start with him and Elain. This is crazy, the poor male has terrible luck. Anyways Elain is Feyre’s sister and quick backstory, Feyre and her sisters were humans but for different reasons got turned Fae a while back. Elain and Nesta got dunked in the Cauldron and that turned them. The thing is that all of us were there when it happened and when Elain came out of the Cauldron, the mating bond snapped between her and Lucien-” Oh this is good. “Mating bond?” “Oh right, a mating bond is something that happens between two people destined by the Mother, as I was saying Lucien just says it in front of everyone and Elain is there like totally in shock. Flash forward to a few weeks later her mortal fiance hates Fae and wants nothing to do with her now and she wants nothing to do with Lucien and then Azriel kind of likes Elain now” she goes on to tell you about how Feyre and Rhysand met and Cassian and Nesta. You noticed that she didn’t tell you anything about her own drama but chose to not acknowledge it. It was comforting in a way that these magical beings had personal dramas and gossiped about it like you and your friends did “those stories are wild, Mor” she nods “we’ve been alive so long that we really have to work hard to keep things interesting” you snort and there's a knock on the door. “I’m sorry to interrupt but y/n, I’m ready to go when you are” Feyre says and you quickly get up from where you’ve made yourself comfortable on the bed. “Yeah, let’s go. Thanks for everything Mor” you quickly hug her and go towards Feyre. “How are we getting there?” you ask, not sure what to expect  “I’ll winnow us, you’ll see” you walk until you reach the terrace where you had landed with Cassian earlier and look at her wearily “this place is warded against winnowing so I’ll fly us out until we pass the wards and then I’ll winnow to the Manor”. As she speaks, wings appear on her back and she holds out her hands for you “it’ll be quick. I promise” you gulp. 

Feyre did not lie when she said it would be quick but left out that it would feel like the world is slipping from your grasp. You feel sick as she puts you down. You rest your hands on your knees in an attempt to steady yourself. “It takes a bit of getting used to” she lets you take a breath and you say “It beats going through TSA”. Feyre nods and when you’ve gathered yourself begins the short walk to the manor. 

Packing up your belongings was incredibly underwhelming. You had folded the tunic you’d been using as pajamas and the dress Vassa had given you and stuffed it in your bag. Feyre and Lucien had gone to the library to talk about whatever it was they had to discuss. You had a feeling they were talking about you and if you posed a threat of some kind, feeling that the offer of staying in the House of Wind came from the Court of Dreams wanting to keep a close eye on you. You zip everything up and descend the stairs to find your hosts and thank them for everything. Walking to the kitchen you find Jurian making dinner “they really take advantage of your talents here”. He turns from where he is chopping up produce and lets out a chuckle “it’s the price I pay for pissing Vassa off”. “What did you do?” you ask but before he can answer a lovely feminine voice interjects “he was being an idiot as usual” Jurian rolls his eyes but does not defend himself. “On that note,” you try to diffuse the tension “I’ll be staying at the Night Court while they research how to get me back home, thank you so much for everything. I think I would’ve been dead days ago if it weren’t for you” Vassa pouts “I’ll be sad to see you go, it was such a relief to have some feminine energy around here, but I understand” she walks over and hugs you tightly “please come say goodbye once you’ve figured it all out” you hug her back. Jurian stays by his vegetables as he says “you have to eat dinner here though, I’m making enough for the four of us and Lucien brought pie for dessert”. Your chest warms. He really got the pie. “In that case Feyre, will have to wait” you beam. 

After dinner and dessert with the exiles Feyre lets you know she’ll be waiting outside while you say your goodbyes. You hug Vassa and kiss Jurian on the cheek. Lucien offers to walk you to the door and you take the chance to say “thank you for the pie, it was delicious”. He offers you a half smile “you’ve had a rough few days, it’s the least I can do”. “Will you come visit?” you ask hoping the answer is yes. Everyone in the Night Court seems nice enough but Lucien, Jurian and Vassa have a special place in your heart. “I’m due to go there for a meeting in a few weeks. You’re always welcome to use your room here as well” nodding you hug him and without letting go say “I’m nervous”. He hugs you back “you’re in good hands, the House of Wind is safer and you’ll have everything you need”. You let go and walk out the door. 

Feyre walks with you until you reach your room “Mor showed you the kitchen and the common areas?” you walk in and set your bag down. “Yes, she was very thorough with her tour” you felt heavy. Maybe it was the flying and winnowing or saying goodbye or the weight of your reality crashing down on you. “Alright, try to sleep, if you need anything ask the house and if there’s an emergency you can wake up Azriel, his room is across the hall”. You remember him from earlier, tall, wings and devastatingly handsome. Historically, you had never figured out how to act around attractive men and during the meeting it was incredibly difficult to focus on retelling your story. “Thank you, Feyre” she goes to walk out and says “I’ll let you know tomorrow when the priestesses begin their research so you can join them if you like”. 

Wait, did she say ask the house if I need anything? You go to ask her but she’s gone. “House? Can I have water?” you ask to see if you had heard correctly. You are shocked when you see a tray with a jug of water and a glass appear on the bedside table. That is the best thing I’ve ever seen. You do your night routine: you bathe, brush your teeth and hair and put on your tunic. You pull the covers from the bed and get cozy. The house turns off the lights and the curtains are open, letting through the shine of the city and the stars. During the day it’s easier to ignore the ever growing helplessness. It feels like you’re drowning in it. Trapped in a glass coffin in between space and time. You feel your throat get tighter and your chest feels hollow and- Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Count the stars, do something. Your mind screams. One, two, three, four, this isn’t working. You get an idea. Getting out of bed and walking towards your bag you pull out your phone. You haven’t used it since… well, since everything. It should be charged. Your heart skips when the screen lights up and you scroll to your photos as quickly as you can. Forty-five percent. You see a picture of your dog that your mom had sent you on your last day on Earth and tears well up. It hurts but it brings you comfort to know that they have each other. Committing the picture to memory, you shut it off and get in bed again. They have each other. They are not alone. Eventually sleep takes over. Mercifully, you have no dreams.

The house had closed the curtains after you fell asleep. When you woke up to a dark room you almost thought you had slept through an entire day. Sensing you had awoken, the curtains flew open and you see the sun above the city. It looks like it’s still early. You put on your dress and go have breakfast in the dining room. Azriel is the only one there. “Good morning” he greets. You fiddle with your dress, suddenly aware of the dirt that’s staining the hem and the way it falls off your shoulder. “Good morning”.

[otterdoesart]

12, 14, 16 for the artist wrapped! ♡♡♡

Hi thanks for asking!

12. Favorite pairing/character/subject you created art of this year?

My favorite character was my sona Orion! I definitely feel most comfortable drawing them so I feel like every piece of them turns out well :) I really don’t draw them that often tho

14. What's one pairing/character/subject/body part/object you want to explore next year?

I definitely want to improve in general. I’m definitely at the point in my art journey where all I can do to improve is to study. I really want to streamline my rendering process and make it something that’s more fun for me to do. I also want to experiment more with texture

16.What piece was the quickest to create?

I’m not really sure how to newer this question since I’ve started posting pieces at all stages, I’ve gotten to the point where I can sketch, line and color a piece all in just 30 minutes.

Instead I’ll tell you that this piece took the longest at over 4 hours

[ask-pokeprofvoid]

Pelipper mail!

[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]

"Dear Vivianne and Andrea,

Hello my girls. I’m sorry I had to leave so suddenly, especially after Queenie had her pups! I hope they’re all doing well, you’ll have to tell me their names when I get back.

I’m splitting this letter into two parts, Drea darling your part is first, and then Dewdrop.

Drea: Hello sweet girl, how are Blue and Whisky doing? Before I left, I bought some more bathing sand for Blue. I was thinking we could get sort of a sand-box situation out back, so that Blue and Whisky could bathe without making as much of a sandy mess in the bathroom haha.

I’ve attached a few pictures of rock types I’ve spotted in Sinnoh that I thought may bring you some joy. Mostly it’s Bonsly and Sudowoodo. If you think you’re ready for a third, Bonsly are very simply pokemon to take care of, and very loving little chaps. I could always adopt one for you while I’m here.

Also, I’m bringing you home just an absolute load of Poffins. I never quite mastered making them myself, but if you like these ones, I will make a new effort in learning how to make them properly. I know you love your pokeblocks, but they aren’t…particularly made for human consumption. However!! Poffins are the Sinnohian equivalent of pokeblocks, and due to the way they are made they are also edible for humans. I begrudgingly ate a pokeblock so that I could compare the texture and flavor to a poffin, and the flavors are quite similar, although the texture of a poffin is much more fluffy than crunchy, although I would suppose it would depend on how long you baked them…

I’ve gotten off track! I hope you’re still having a good time with your schooling, you’re almost done! Just a few more weeks and we can take our break for summer, yeah? I believe in you, and I think that you’re doing great!

Vivianne: Hello love. Once again, so so sorry I left on such short notice, I was really hoping the Walrein thing would resolve itself, but we know life is never that simple. In the middle of wedding preparations as well, ugh.

Returning to our conversation before we left, how many ring bearers and flower children are we realistically allowed to have? Because I agree on Sprite being the ring bearer, I think it would really appreciate that, and Andrea as the flower girl. But also there’s Bird, and possibly Kittsu, and maybe Beedrill, but I feel as if he would not care as much. My vote is on Sprite and Kittsu as ringbearers, and Andrea and Bird as flower girls. But of course, your input is important to me, and I’m sure Vio would love to be part of the ring/flower children as well.

I do think it would be nice to have a more traditional Crowen wedding :) I was never particularly attached to the Hisuian/Sinnohian wedding traditions anyway. I was doing some research and I thought that the Crowen Handfasting wedding tradition was particularly sweet, and I would like to have that as part of the wedding.

I hope everything is well while I am gone, and that everyone stays in good health. I am amassing sweets and trinkets for everyone when I come back haha.

All my love for you two,

Your Starlight."

[A few photos are attached. Most of them look to be of bonsly and sudowoodo, although there is a photo of a Shieldon.]

[Theres a image of All of Queenie's karps, along with many photos of The mons] Hi Opie! School has been super fun! One of the teachers helped me learn new names for you like Zeze and Nini! So I am being more nice! :D one of my teachers is like you too! They decorated their wheelchair with loads of stickers and have a very pretty Reuniclus that helps push her around when her arms are tired! Like you and the mons!!

I made a few friends along with friends outside the special program! they sit with me during lunch and they are really really nice! One of them has a huuuuge dragonite and the other one has loads of Omastar! They all make sure nobody picks on me :D

I might try the poffins but I still really like the pokeblocks, Nana started making safer ones for me and they are like little hard chalk-y candies instead! so im no longer eating the bad ones even if I reallllly want to eat them!

ok, mam wants to write to you now! Love you Opie!

Hello Starlight, Don't feel so bad for leaving, Emergencies can pop up out of nowhere. All that matters is that everyone is safe :) I have been putting some money on the side still for Sprite and Andrea's futures (i'm writing this while they are out!) I know they wont need the money for a *very* long time but I want to make sure that they can still have money there if they need it.

The babies are quite chunky but uh, they mainly get that from their dad. still cannot believe that someone offered to breed their Crowen Gyarados with Queenie to try and get more genetics into the bloodline! they are finally developing their first bristles and I am so happy.

Also I would love to do the handfasting tradition! My mother still have photos of her grandparents doing the tradition! I still can't believe that you went all the way to get those books for the wedding, Starlight. I truly am a lucky woman.

...

on a serious note I have been having nightmares, its hard to remember how they go but im sure it's just because I got so used to knowing you were in the home too. I can't wait till you get home! Liam has missed pestering you and your team for sure :)

Keep safe Starlight, Me and Andrea love you more than words can describe.

-Vivianne (your Dewdrop) and Andrea

[edith-hyde]

Norman Osborn X Female Reader

I Forgot My Umbrella - Part 41

Word Count: 2535

Summary: The Gala is going well. But trouble is on the horizon as Harry begins flirting with you.

Warnings: Age gap. PG/PG-13.

A/N: We're leading up to quite a doozy. Also, there's a reference with Otto being dressed up the way he is for the Gala. Anyone seen the movie Strange Magic?

Tagging: @druigswh0ree @digital-demise @maskmare931 @b1ueoff1ine @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky @wtfhasmy-lifecometo @ghnaim24

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You couldn’t be more proud of how the Gala was turning out. Everyone showed up in beautiful fantasy garb with ornate masks. The staff were dressed in medieval outfits and served foods that were made to look otherworldly. You overheard numerous people complementing the decorations that adorned the large room. 

All in all, you considered it a success. 

Sadly, you barely got to interact with Norman for the first hour. He was stuck by the door greeting people as they came in. This of course, did not stop you from staring at him the entire time. He looked amazing in his outfit and you were thankful you left out the wig, as that would’ve looked ridiculous. 

Tracy arrived wearing a dress that appeared to be made of starlight. She disappeared into the crowd after a quick greeting and a hug. You’d periodically catch a glimpse of her chatting up some young man. With an eye roll, you made your way to the buffet table to grab some punch. Just as you turned, a young man wearing a black mask appeared. He didn’t seem to be dressed as anything in particular but his outfit reminded you of Zoro. 

“Good evening, milady,” the young man greeted with some hesitance. 

You immediately recognized his voice and giggled. 

“Hey, Harry. Nice outfit.”

His shoulders sagged and he pulled off the mask. 

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Your voice, silly. How’d you recognize me?”

“I just looked for the prettiest girl in the room.”

Harry gave you a confident smile and you felt your stomach twist into knots. 

Was he… Was he flirting with you?

You didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t want to see things that weren’t there, but how else were you supposed to take that?

You decided to deflect it. 

“That’s very sweet of you,” you finally said with a half smile, “Are Peter and MJ here yet?”

“Not yet. Knowing Peter, he probably forgot all about it.”

“Possibly.”

An awkward silence settled between you and you immediately started searching the crowd for Norman. You spotted him on the other side of the room talking with a group of people. They were all so well dressed and beautiful- Especially the dark haired woman who was standing a bit too close to Norman’s side. You watched in horror as she laughed and touched his arm. Norman did not react, and instead kept his eyes upon the man in front of him. 

His face would not betray his true emotions- but yours did. 

“You okay?” Harry asked as he followed your line of sight, “What are you looking at?”

You quickly looked away. 

“Nothing! Sorry.”

But Harry wouldn’t let it go. He saw his father from here and arched an eyebrow. 

“He's working the crowd, as usual.”

You couldn’t help it. You had to look again. 

You instantly regretted it. 

The woman now had her hand glued to his arm, holding his attention as she said something. Norman was giving her a pleasant smile as he nodded along with her words. 

“They look friendly,” Harry muttered. 

“That’s his fake smile,” you said with an eye roll. 

Harry looked at you with a quizzical look. 

“How can you tell?”

You downed a gulp of punch and shrugged. 

“He’s looking at her forehead, not in her eyes. And it’s the same smile he uses when talking to investors. You know the one that means ‘I wish you’d shut-up’. If it was a real smile, he’d show his teeth more and actually look her in the eyes.”

“You’ve gotten surprisingly good at reading him,” Harry praised, “I’ve known him my whole life and I’ve never noticed he’s got different smiles for different people.”

“Honestly everyone does. But yeah… I’ve gotten pretty good at telling his facial expressions… Speaking of which, I better go save him. He looks about ready to snap.”

In truth, it was you who was ready to snap. 

You finished your drink and left Harry without a word. Stalking across the room, you tried to think of what you were going to say. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to say anything. 

As you drew closer, Norman’s eyes instantly found yours. His real smile lit up his face and he stepped away from the woman as if she was nothing more than trash on the sidewalk. He set his hand on the small of your back as he introduced you to the group he was speaking to. 

“This is my assistant, Y/N. Without her, tonight would’ve been a disaster. Y/N, these are some representatives of the charities we are donating to tonight.”

You shook several hands, smiling pleasantly. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I hope you’re enjoying the Gala.”

“Oh we certainly are,” the woman said, “You’ve certainly outdone yourself.”

“Thank you.”

You looked up at Norman, finally thinking of a reason to pull him out of this situation. 

“I’m terribly sorry to break the conversation up, but your son has arrived, Sir.”

Norman bobbed his head. 

“I should go see him. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

Norman walked away with you, keeping his hand firmly on your back as the two of you headed back towards Harry. 

“Thanks for the rescue,” Norman whispered. 

“I did it more for me than for you.”

Norman chuckled and moved his hand to lightly tug a lock of your hair. 

“You have nothing to worry about, my dear. You know I only have eyes for you.”

“Oh I know. It’s not you. That lady needs to learn how to keep her hands to herself. Touching people like that…”

You arrived at Harry’s side and Norman immediately wrapped him in a hug. 

“I’m glad you made it,” Norman said happily. 

“It’s better than last year’s,” Harry smirked, “Y/N really did a great job.”

“You guys better be careful with all this praise,” you laughed, “My ego won’t be able to fit in the building if you keep this up.”

Harry laughed before turning to his father. 

“So, where’s your mystery lady at? Is she here?”

Your eyes snapped to Norman’s face. You watched his ears turn pink as he tried not to look at you. 

“Yes… She’s here.”

Harry glanced around and you took that time to raise an eyebrow at Norman. He looked like he was drowning. Was he really about to tell Harry about your relationship right now? In front of all these people?!

“Well? Where is she?”

“She’s-”

Before Norman could answer, Rosie and Otto suddenly appeared at your side. You couldn’t be more grateful for the interruption. 

“Y/N! My dear, you look amazing!” Otto praised, “Rosie tried to describe the dress to me but it doesn’t compare to actually seeing it.”

You giggled as you accepted a hug from the large man. He looked a bit silly in his fake green armor and crown, but he also looked adorable. Rosie looked equally as cute in her matching green dress that shimmered in the light. 

“You both look so cute!” You cheered, “I love these outfits!”

“We look ridiculous,” Otto groused. 

“Indeed you do,” Norman agreed, “Though the green is very slimming.”

“Says the man in a sparkly blue crop-top jacket. And those pants are a crime against humanity.”

Norman rolled his eyes as Otto smirked. The two began bantering back and forth. You were grateful for this, as it derailed the previous conversation. Norman ended up wandering off with Otto and Rosie to go greet some of their old colleagues who had just entered. Harry watched them go and sighed. 

“Do you know who she is?”

“Who what?” You questioned. 

“The woman my dad is dating.”

Put on the spot, you had no idea what to say. Norman had neglected to tell you that he had told Harry he was dating someone. But clearly he hadn’t told Harry exactly who he was dating. This put you in a bad spot. You wouldn’t lie. It wasn’t your nature. 

“Yeah… I know who it is.”

Harry turned to you, eyebrows raised. 

“Have you met her?”

You instantly regretted everything about this conversation. You desperately needed out of it and your savior came in the form of Tracy. The two of you made eye contact and she instantly understood what you needed. She bounded up to the punch table and you beamed at her. 

“Tracy! Come here, I’d like you to meet Doctor Osborn’s son, Harry. Harry, this is my roommate, Tracy!”

Tracy looked Harry up and down and grinned. The two of them shook hands and Tracy was as bold as ever. 

“You’re better looking than your father.”

You rolled your eyes and Harry gave a nervous chuckle. 

“Thanks. Though I’m told I look like him.”

“You got all his best features,” Tracy declared, “So, you go to college, right? Where ya go?”

Harry started talking casually with her and you made a break for it. Escaping to a spot further down the table, you breathed a sigh of relief. You were just about to get yourself a plate of food, when an older man stepped up next to you and handed you an empty plate. 

“Here you are, miss.”

You smiled as you accepted it. 

“Thank you.”

The man was dressed as a typical nobleman with an owl mask that covered the top part of his face. He had a pleasant smile and calm demeanor as he spoke. 

“Might I just say, you look ravishing.”

“Why thank you,” you said sheepishly. 

“Tell me, beautiful maiden, do you have a name?”

“Sorry,” you said plainly, “I’m not in the mood to get picked up tonight. I’m already spoken for.”

“A woman as beautiful as you should not be left alone. Your date is a fool.”

“My date doesn’t have to hover around me like a fly all night,” you snarked. 

“Still, it’s his loss.”

The man reached out and started to curl a lock of your hair. 

“I just asked for a name. That’s not a hard wish to grant.”

You rolled your eyes and set your plate down. 

But before you could speak, Norman appeared. 

——

Norman grabbed the man’s hand and yanked it away from you. He wanted to snap his arm off, and he had a feeling he probably could with the Goblin’s help. But Norman resisted. Instead, he settled for a glare. 

“I believe she said she was spoken for. Take a hint. Or I’ll have you thrown out for indecent behavior.”

The man glanced between you and Norman a few times before disappearing into the crowd. Norman instantly placed his hand upon your arm and searched your face. 

“Are you alright?”

“I had it handled,” You chuckled, “But thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“You save me, I save you. That’s how this works.”

Norman slowly let his fingers trace along the length of your arm as he stepped closer to you. You closed your eyes for a moment before biting your lip and meeting his gaze. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you, but he knew it would not go well. It was already a risk for him to be this close. 

“Save me a dance,” he whispered, “In an hour, meet me in the hallway.”

He briefly held your hand before heading off to mingle with some investors. He kept his eye on you the rest of the night, making sure no other man tried something. He spotted you talking with Harry a lot and he felt a spike of jealousy. He could stand next to you, smile at you, talk with you- all without fear of repercussions. 

But Norman did his best to push the twisting feelings away. He really shouldn’t be so jealous over his own son. Instead, he should be happy that the two of you seemed to be getting along well. Hopefully that would make telling Harry about your relationship a bit easier. 

——

You couldn’t lose Harry no matter how hard you tried. He just kept finding you. And as the hour dragged on, it became more and more obvious. 

He was flirting with you.

Peter and MJ finally arrived and you tried so hard to ditch Harry off on them. If this kept up, you wouldn’t be able to slip away to meet Norman. 

It wasn’t like you were leading him on. You were just being nice like you were with everyone. You didn’t flirt back and even shied away when he would reach out and touch your arm. You were tempted to call him out on it, but you feared that he would deny it. 

You knew you should’ve said something about having a boyfriend sooner, but you were afraid he’d ask who it was or why he wasn’t with you. This whole situation was leading up into a disaster. You hadn’t expected Harry to develop a crush on you like this. 

Though, it proved that apparently Harry had the same taste in women as his father. 

“Y/N?”

Harry’s questioning tone made your stomach drop. He looked anxious, like he was gearing up to ask you something. And judging by his repeated glances towards the dance floor, he wanted to dance with you. 

“Yeah Harry?”

“Would you wanna dance?”

There it was. 

Your mind twisted with anxieties as you tried to think of a way to turn him down. But he was suddenly grabbing your hand and leading you to the floor. 

“Harry I-”

“Can I say something first?”

Harry set a hand upon your waist and you sucked in a sharp breath. The two of you slowly spun as Harry held you. You were unable to make eye contact as you frantically tried to think of a way to escape this situation. There were no good options.

“I like you,” Harry said plainly, “And I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner tomorrow.”

“Oh…”

“Is that all you can say?”

You took a step back from Harry. The two of you now stood awkwardly on the edge of the dance floor. Harry’s brown eyes made you feel guilty as he stared at you. But you knew you had to hold your ground. 

“Harry… I’m already in a relationship with someone.”

“You… you are?”

You slowly nodded as Harry ran a hand through his hair. His eyes settled on the floor. As he took several deep breaths, you could tell he was trying not to get angry. 

“When you said you didn’t have a date tonight, I thought…”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea…”

“A bit too late for that,” Harry snapped. 

You scowled and Harry’s shoulders sagged. His eyes went skyward as he shook his head. You took this time to scan the crowd. Norman was slowly working his way towards the hallway. His eyes briefly met yours and he smiled. 

It was time. 

“Harry I-”

“Forget it,” Harry groused, “Just… forget it. If you don’t like me, that’s fine. But you don’t have to lie about being with someone just to turn me down.”

“I’m not lying! I really am-”

Harry stormed off, leaving you standing there with your stomach in knots. This was bad. 

You had to tell Norman.

[devild0m]

Day 08 Midnight Visit - Hyesolo

Eyes furrowed at the never ending sight of the paperwork, having just gotten off a group call with the seven demon brothers; Hye is quickly brought back to the reality. Back in the human realm and working steadily at what is known as the mage’s tower, thankfully due to Solomon’s influence and their own accolades of being the master of the seven demon lords, landed them a pretty cushy job and didn’t have to return to their old one. the pay and leave was quite good. but, the workload was a heavy adjustment. while Hye was accustomed to overtime this was a completely different beast, they didn’t have the luxury of being a famous immortal mage who could leave at the drop of a hat, deadlines upon deadlines was thrusted upon them. gazing out the window, when did it become night time?

stomach growling and eyes drooping even more than usual, when was the last Hye had actually sat down and ate? If anything, their work life reminded him of his student days. couldn’t help but laugh at his circumstance, never in a million years did Hye think she’d be capable of wielding magic let alone being so powerful having to require two rings to regulate such power. with both parents out of his life officially, it felt both fulfilling and empty. at long last, Hye had accomplished what her parents solely wanted but at what cost? The cost of unloving and apathetic parental figures? it was laughable in so many ways, sinking into their chair. golden eyes fluttering shut for just a moment, only then a single figure teleports into Hye’s office.

It was Solomon. Seemingly returned from his trip from half across the globe, wondering what exactly his adorable student was up to, only to find them sleeping whilst in the midst of conducting research. noticing the dark circles under her eyes, Solomon could only sigh. Maybe I should convince the upper heads for a sanctioned break thinking to himself. poking Hye’s cheek to watch their reaction, at first frowning at the sudden disturbance and then turning their chair until . . . oops they fell.

completely startled awake and drawing their sword, only to find his whimsical teacher waving at him. taking in a great sigh. “ Sol… What are you doing here , I thought you were researching in Europe.. “ Wiping the sleepiness out of his eyes, this in turn only made Solomon chuckle. How on earth could someone be this adorable? “ I’ve just returned as you can see, well, I see they’ve kept you rather busy. A bit too much for my liking, when was the last time you actually slept? “ Tapping a finger against Hye’s cheeks. Immediately in response turning their head to the side, a tell sign that they were hiding something. “ Well . . . I sleep in the office sometimes and head home in the morning before we need to start working aga- Hey what are you doing? “ Being lifted in the air by Solomon and carried not too dissimilar of a sack of potatoes. Solomon laughs in response, opening up the window and the two of them walked on the air gazing at the night sky & lights.

It was a magical sight. “ Well, I have to make sure my adorable starlight can get some rest now don’t I? “ In no shape to fight off their fatigue and sleepiness, clinging to Solomon neck and drifting off to bed. Solomon can only chuckle, kissing their cheek.

Sweet dreams…

[wrathofrats]

@forlorn-crows heyyyyyy

The rest of the concert is a blur to the both of them. Swiss from the heat clouding his judgment and sense of time, and mountain from trying to not count down the seconds until he can get his hands on him.

He practically beelines for him as they set up for bows, roughly grabbing his hand with a sneer. He can smell him more clearly this close. Earthy with a bit of spice to him. Heady and salty and completely Swiss. Mountains mouth waters, bending over and realizing just how hard he’s gotten from watching Swiss and having his scent wrapping around his thoughts.

Mountain tugs him backstage as soon as the lights go down. Dragging Swiss through the halls and into his dressing room while Swiss just follows along and doesn’t protest, knows better than to fight against mountain when he’s like this.

“You really thought you could get away with it?” He growls, the grip on his wrist tightening as he tugs him through a doorway “you really thought you could flaunt yourself and I wouldn’t do anything about it?”

Mountain leans in close and his presence has Swiss practically shaking. Needs to be touched, has been so keyed up all day without anything and god mountain with his face in his neck to smell him has Swiss about to drop to his knees.

“I’m sorry I promise I was going to come to you” Swiss pants as mountain bends him over the dressing room vanity, “only wanted you, was performing just so you could see me”

Mountain drags Swiss’ pants down, watching as his underwear still connects to his cunt with lines of his own slick. He had long since soaked through, hoped no one would notice through the dark fabric.

The head of his cock rubs through his folds, shining in the light with how his slick coats his shaft. Pretty, desperate.

“Fuck- mountain please” Swiss gasps as he bumps against his clit, instinctively clenching around nothing.

“Could probably slip in just like this, you wouldn’t need any prep huh? Just sit pretty and take it?”

“Yes- anything”

Mountain pushes in with little resistance, Swiss immediately gasping and spasming around him. The sensation is too much already, just the stretch being enough to send him over the edge.

“Don’t tell me you’re done starlight, I’ve had to smell you all day, im not going to stop just because you’re too easy”

Swiss just whimpers, holding onto the vanity while mountain starts to pound into him. The overstimulation quickly melts into pleasure again as mountain works, leaning over him to reach around to circle at his clit.

“Gonna cum right inside you, you’re mine, don’t let anyone else touch you”

Swiss stays right on the edge as mountain digs his claws into his hip, riding out the last of his orgasm. He squirms trying to seek that last drop of friction but mountain is pulling out before he can.

“Gonna keep that right there for me right? I’m not done with you yet”

I've been seeing the Swiss grabbing his crotch gifset going around again and the Swussy thoughts you posted and my brain can't help but try to combine those two ideas like I'm smashing two action figures together to make them kiss so here it is--

Swiss being in heat (or just being feral as usual) and unable to help himself and reaching down to press his fingers against his throbbing clit, feeling how wet he is. With how much he wiggles and moves during a Ritual his folds and puffy lips slip and slide together and he just can't help it after a while, just needs to touch and it's not like he forgets that he's literally in the middle of a Ritual, it's that he doesn't care.

And also because I can't help myself with Swissalps--Mountain seeing it and smelling him and it makes him break a pair of his sticks with how hard he grips them, especially when Swiss is all but humping the stage during Watcher in the Sky. He's gonna wreck that Swussy at the first opportunity he gets.

In hindsight Swiss should’ve known better.

The signs were there. Waking up in a cold sweat with his cheeks burning, a tugging feeling in his gut that could only be quelled by a hand roughly palming himself on top of his hotel comforter early in the morning. He chocked it up to the shitty hotel ac, barely blew into the room and during the dead of August the small breeze didn’t help much.

The main sign was when the feeling didn’t stop once he was packed up and back on the tour bus. Swiss sat in front of the vents with his face in the air, legs drawn up to his chest in a feeble attempt to stop the ache between his thighs. Too hot and too much. He elected to ignore it anyways.

Swiss should have thought ahead more when he had to change his underwear to put on his uniform. His own heady scent filling his nostrils as he pulled off his sweats, dragging the damp fabric down his legs. It should have been the main factor in trying to just breathe through the show, go through the motions without incident and once he was off the stage he could fall at mountain or rains feet and beg them for help, even if he was ignoring his own heat.

Heat clouded his mind, fingers slipping down and between his folds as he pulled off his underwear to change. In his brain the excuse was to clean up, to just see how wet he truly was, but the excuse falls apart as he brings his own fingers to his lips with a whimper.

Swiss was much too sensitive like this, just the act of sliding his fingers between himself with the intent of innocence had him bucking and his thighs shaking with want. He could feel his clit pulse as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from himself.

He just had to get through one show, and someone would help him.

The beginning of the show goes smoother than he thought, even if his head was clouded it served as a good distraction from how much he needed to be touched. Swiss went through the motions, some shimmies and shakes when he realized he had been lost in space for too long.

It only got worse the more he performed, the mic stand now being realized as an excellent form of friction along with his guitar. He could see a small darker outline on his stand as he pulled away from a particularly pointed thrust against it, his own slick seeping through his pants and leaving a damp spot on the metal.

He needs to touch, he needs something. He knows where he is, he knows he’s in the middle of a ritual but swiss can’t bring his foggy brain to care.

Mountain is the first to notice. Out of the corner of rain or dews eyes Swiss looked like he was acting normally, his usual antics that would get him a joke talking to by copia or another band member about being a whore. But this time? Mountain can see his mic stand shine in the light from behind him. Slick from where he grinded on it like he just couldn’t help himself.

He watches his hands move down his body, pretending like he’s performing even as the heel of his palm digs right into his cunt, no doubt adding pressure to his clit. It’s obscene, mountain has no clue how he gets away with it but god he’s glad he’s so far back behind his drums, any closer and the audience could probably hear him growling from underneath his mask.

The drumsticks in his hands crack, part of one going flying behind him as mountain continues to stare.

He’s going to ruin him.

[luvsellie]

STROKE [e.williams]

pairing modern au!ellie x fem!reader

summary after months of not seeing your girlfriend due to her being on tour, you decide to surprise her by flying out before one of her shows

warnings fluff fluff and more fluff, heavy make-out scene ;)

wc 3.9k

note someone tell me why i can literally hear ellie loud and clear in almost every single piece of dialogue i actually gave myself butterflies while writing this

inspired by brooklyn baby (adeline troutman)

part 2

in all the years that you had known ellie, you had grown used to her constant leaving for tours and other events. you knew what you had gotten yourself into when dating a member of savage starlight, the indie-rock band your girlfriend had been a part of since her early teens. and, so, even when most of your support came from behind the screen of a cell phone, you still cherished every second spent interacting with her. but the constant longing to see her in the flesh led you to where you were now; waiting in a dimly lit dressing room, your nerves tuned as high as they could go.

muffled talking came from the other side of the door, and when you recognized the sultry voice of ellie, you suddenly felt faint.

“no, tell jesse i said we don’t have time-” the sentence abruptly stopped as your girlfriend walked into the room, her slightly annoyed expression slipping into something more shocked. “oh my god, babe, what’re you doing here?”

you jumped down from the stool you sat on, a nervous, toothy grin plying your mouth open. “i pulled some strings, booked a flight, and, well, here i am.”

some part of you panicked when she only continued to stand in the doorway with wide eyes, a surprised dina right behind her.

“you’re, uh, glad i’m here, right?” you managed to ask, hating the unfamiliar awkwardness and hoping you hadn’t caught her at a bad time.

nodding frantically, ellie dropped her guitar case by the door and rushed over, almost tripping on her own feet before enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. she pressed a kiss to the side of your head as she whispered, “god, you have no idea how glad i am that you’re here.”

over her shoulder, you watched as dina gave you a quick salute before closing the door and walking in the opposite direction.

“i’ve missed you,” you said into ellie’s hair, inhaling deeply and reliving a sudden nostalgia. “like, a lot, el.”

smiling, she pulled away just enough to cup your cheeks, her green eyes flecked with gold. she scanned your face before leaning in and kissing you. deeply. “me too,” she muttered against your lips. “me-fucking-too.”

before she could start a full-fledged makeout, you grabbed her wrists. “el.” when she only started to move toward your jaw and neck, you tried again. “ellie.”

“what?” she mumbled, her mouth still attached to your burning skin, body backing you against the vanity.

as your ass hit the wooden surface, you craned your neck enough to get her to pause and look at you. she slid her hands from your waist to your hips as you said, “talk to me first. then your horny ass can do whatever you want to me.”

ellie let out an amused scoff, her lips quirking up on one side. “anything i want?”

“yes,” you assured in the same tone of voice. “i promise.”

a throaty chuckle left your girlfriend before she took a step back and let her arms fall back to her sides. “okay then.”

you took a seat in the chair from earlier as ellie turned around. “tell me how the tour’s been. i wanna know it’s everything that you’ve dreamed of.”

“it’s…well, as one would expect tour to be,” she said, picking up her guitar case from the floor. she set it near an end table before working the ends of her t-shirt over her head. “the cities are great, so’s the audience—boston was my favorite for obvious reasons—but the jetlag and constant hustle are starting to be quite exhausting.” she shrugged on a gray wife-beater before adding, “and i was starting to really miss you.”

smiling down at your lap, you twisted toward her vanity. busying your fingers with organizing the cosmetics there, you said, “yeah, the phone calls and facetime’s really aren’t the same, huh?”

“as great as it is to have modern technology,” ellie began, “the real thing is much better.”

you hummed your approval as you grabbed a small jar that you didn’t recognize. looking over your shoulder in the mirror, you asked ellie, “what’s this?”

she squinted before moving closer. realization hit her with widened eyes. “paint. it’s face-slash-body paint. since it’s pride month, me and dina paint our flags on our cheeks for concerts.”

your mouth opened in a silent ‘o’ as your girlfriend came up behind you. she braced a hand on your left shoulder as she reached for a bottom drawer and opened it. “all the other colors are in here.”

rather than placing the jar in the drawer, you grabbed some of the bottles and hauled them out one by one. “so, do you apply the paint yourself, or does dina?”

“i do,” ellie said immediately, her gaze narrowing as she stared at your reflection in the mirror. “why?”

you shrugged, a small pout appearing on your mouth. “no reason; just wondering.”

“uh-huh.” the verbal response was anything but convinced, but ellie let your answer slide. in fact, she suggested, “how about you paint the lesbian flag on my cheek?” she glanced at the clock that was bolted to the wall above the doorway. “i’ve got a show in about, give or take, two hours. it’ll have to be done at some point, so, why not now?”

your eyebrows jumped to your hairline. “are you serious?”

“of course,” ellie mused, grabbing the appropriate colors and lining them up before you. based on the toothy grin she was sporting, you guessed that she also had something else in store.

clearing your throat, you shifted on the stool before standing. “here, take my seat.”

slightly confused, ellie took a step back. she pointed a thumb over her shoulder. “why don’t we use the lounge chair over there?”

“oh,” you merely said, blinking from the auburn-haired woman to the magenta furniture. “yeah, that totally works. good idea.”

ellie hid a smile as she grabbed three of the five colors and went over to the cushioned chair. she set the paints by one of the wooden legs and sat down, scooching low enough so that she was at an angle. her eyes reflected pure excitement as she watched you bring over the remaining two jars and a few small brushes.

“come here,” she said thickly, patting the uppermost part of her thigh.

heart already hammering in your chest, you lifted a leg over her pelvis and straddled her body. she shifted underneath you, warmth radiating off her sun-kissed skin.

trying to gather your muddling thoughts, you inhaled sharply, speaking more to yourself than to ellie. “okay, here we go.” with that, you opened the dark orange and leaned over her, brush in hand.

the only noise that followed was steady breathing, the air between you both growing unbelievably dense. as you dipped the bristles into the creamy paint, you forced yourself to breathe deeply through your nose, calming the heightened nerves that had returned from earlier.

the first stroke made ellie’s eye twitch. “jesus christ, that’s cold.”

“sorry,” you muttered, continuing on and ignoring your girlfriend’s sharp inhales. well, you tried to. she kept moving her head. not by much, but enough so that it was still a noticeable disturbance. “ellie. stop fidgeting.”

“but it’s fucking cold,” she said, her words coming out in a whine.

you huffed, shifting your weight enough to reach your free arm up to her chin. now gripping it between your thumb and forefinger, you said, “since when do you whimper like that?”

her brows rose in immediate challenge. “whimper? i didn’t—i don’t—whimper,” she spat the word with distaste. “i merely complained, okay?”

“okay,” you settled with a smile, tilting her head just enough to continue your work and add another layer of the dark orange on the apple of her cheek.

the next few minutes followed in silence, but even without ellie talking to you outright, you could feel her eyes burning into you. her stare wasn’t menacing; it was filled with both admiration and her utmost attention. she took the opportunity as an excuse to observe you.

after swapping out colors and giving the small flag every bit of your focus, you eventually finished, leaning back with a sigh. “done.”

ellie stretched her neck and lifted her arms back. “ugh, fucking finally; i can move.”

you scoffed down at her as you closed the lid on the magenta. “i didn’t hold you down for that long. i took, at most, like, probably ten minutes.”

“i’d argue twenty,” she replied bluntly, though a teasing smile tugged on the corners of her mouth.

“whatever,” you dismissed with an eye roll, already trying to get off her lap.

at your movement, ellie’s hands latched onto your hips, holding you firmly in place. “where do you think you’re going? it’s my turn; i get to paint something on you.”

“okay, that was not the deal-” you tried.

“there was no deal,” ellie reminded you, the smugness on her face incredibly familiar. 

sitting back, you said, “alright. but i specifically remember you asking me to paint the lesbian flag on your cheek. that was it. there was nothing else.”

“yes, yes. although, before that, you told me i could do whatever i wanted with you after we talked, and, well, i’m pretty sure we talked,” ellie said, sitting up fully with you still in her lap. “so, whether you like it or not, i’m painting something on you.”

pursing your lips and acting like there was a decision to be made when there clearly wasn’t, you gave in. “fine. but if you paint a dick on my forehead, or anywhere on my body, i am breaking up with you on the spot, understood?”

already smirking, ellie reached for the lighter shade of pink with a low whistle. “yes ma'am.”

the acknowledgment sent your stomach flying. her tone made it sound like you had more authority in this relationship than what was actually true.

“alrighty,” ellie started, glancing at your face with narrowed eyes, "what to paint, what to paint…”

“you didn’t already have an idea?” you asked with a skeptical expression.

she gave you a look. “well, i technically do. this”—she motioned to your face with an open palm—“just isn’t the canvas i had intended it for.”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you said, though you figured you already knew what she meant.

and, of course, ellie was completely aware of this. “you know what i mean, babe.” she didn’t waste a second before adding, “take your shirt off.”

you were sure that when you swallowed, it was audible. but, without hesitation or argument, you did as you were told, and ellie was more than glad to help as well. her nimble fingers followed yours as you tugged off your plain t-shirt, exposing the bland maroon bra you wore. ellie simply tossed the piece of clothing over by the vanity.

“there we go,” she murmured, using a hand to push you back. “now lay down.”

tongue pressing into the back of your teeth, you scooted off her lap and onto the cushion, letting your head rest on the soft surface, though there was no elevation like the other end. 

ellie moved over you, her jean-clad leg coming to rest between your own as she took in her ‘canvas.’ her dilated pupils and half-lidded stare made your skin heat up tremendously.

“what’re you going to paint?” you asked.

she shrugged, the flag on her cheek glinting in the low light. “you’ll see.”

there was no fighting her; if she wanted you to wait, you’d wait. but that wouldn’t stop you from guessing.

releasing a shaky breath, you peeled your eyes from ellie to the ceiling. as you tried to distract yourself from the sudden cool draft in the room by counting the tiles above you, a hand snaked its way under your waist. it pulled just enough to make you arch.

“stay like this,” ellie muttered, drawing away to grab one of the jars. she twisted the top off and dipped the already-stained bristles into the paint. wetting her lips, she steadied the brush just under your bra before pressing it to your skin and drawing the first stroke.

you lied there, following her instruction, and letting her paint whatever the hell she wanted on your stomach. and, although there were moments where you felt yourself move in order to gain more comfortability, ellie made sure her hand was there to guide you back or hold you in place.

with each passing second, and every deep inhale, the quiet stretched on, leaving you to silently try and think about what the woman practically on top of you was painting. though even with all the brain power you could muster, nothing popped into recognition.

“i think i’m going to start guessing,” you said with an exasperated sigh. “it’s killing me just lying here.”

chuckling, ellie nodded. “figured you’d speak up soon enough. but guess all you want, i’m not letting you see it until after i’m done.” she slouched down a little further, her warm breath beginning to tickle.

“well, you never were the best liar, so we’ll just have to see if your facial expressions give anything away,” you teased with a smile.

“uh, i am an excellent liar,” ellie said defensively. she looked up from her work as she went on. “you just happen to be the only person i can’t lie to.”

when she averted her eyes, you pressed, “and why is that?”

ellie mumbled something under her breath, strands of hair falling around her face.

“speak up,” you said boldly, lifting yourself with your forearms and testing how far you could get if you played this game with borrowed courage.

eyes slowly sliding up to meet yours, ellie’s gaze narrowed. “what?”

“i said,” you started, “speak up. you don’t like it when i mumble, so why should i allow you to do it?”

there was something like surprise on ellie’s face, but it was gone just as fast as it had appeared. the immediate look of challenge she shot your way made you regret speaking up. of course, you were never going to get away with talking to her like that. you never did.

chest rising and falling with slow—but definitely quickening—breaths, you had failed to notice that the brush’s bristles were no longer tickling your skin. rather, they were poised just above the most recent stroke. 

“what happened to you guessing?” ellie asked with a scoff, defectively changing the subject.

ignoring her poke and sitting up a little more, you said, “what did you mutter? why can’t you lie to me, ellie?”

she exhaled through her nose before answering. “because i don’t need to. you know me in and out. lying to you would be a waste of both our time.” sliding a hand from your side to your shoulder, she continued. “now, i’m not going to tell you again, lay back. and stay that way.”

having no choice but to obey, you let yourself stare up at the ceiling once again. the air in the room had shifted from dense to just downright thick with unspoken sexual tension. it left you craving her touch. the way she was hovering over your body just wasn’t enough.

gulping thickly, you said, “is it, um, a guitar, or something?”

ellie scoffed, her mouth curving into a smile as she returned to her work. “nope. you’re never gonna get it, babe. just wait ‘til i’m done.”

“why can’t you just tell me?” you whined, wriggling with impatience. “i want to know what it is.”

grinning in amusement, ellie shook her head. “not happening, sweetheart. but, i’m almost done, so just give me a few more minutes, alright?”

“fine.” you frowned and let out an exaggerated sigh, still mentally trying to guess what she had decided to paint just above your navel.

as more quiet settled in, the sound of an a/c unit turning on sparked an idea. you tugged on your bottom lip with your teeth, sifting through the possibilities of your plan to get your girlfriend undressed actually working. with nothing but your pride to lose, you opened your mouth. “you know, this shirt-to-skin ratio isn’t fair.”

ellie didn’t waste a second as she quipped, “is that so?”

“mm hm,” you hummed, wiggling your hips slightly and mustering every bit of your courage to continue. “you should take your shirt off.”

now grinning down at your stomach, ellie licked her lips, not showing any signs of shock or surprise at your bluntness. she tilted her head to the side as she looked up. “okay,” she agreed, sticking the brush’s handle between her teeth before peeling the garment of clothing over her head, careful not to hit the object in her mouth.

the sight of ellie in nothing but a black sports bra, jeans hugging every sharp curve, made your tongue run dry and desperation spark higher and higher. the painted lesbian flag on her cheek seemed to send you over whatever ledge you had been hanging from.

“kiss me,” you found yourself whispering, making to grab at the auburn-haired woman with quick hands.

but ellie decided she wasn’t going to give in so quickly, at least not without a little teasing. grabbing the paintbrush from her teeth, she said, “getting a little demanding, now, are we?”

“ellie.” her name came out in a pleaded whimper, and you started to sit up, itching to get closer. your fingers latched onto the discarded shirt in her lap; you threw that and the paintbrush onto the floor, not caring if paint got onto things that it shouldn’t.

“fuck,” you heard ellie say, dropping the teasing tone and letting you push her back into the lounge chair. she didn’t really care that the art she had painted was about to get smudged against her own abdomen.

straddling her hips once again, you wasted no time pulling her in for a rushed kiss. “i need you,” you said between breaths, feeling her fingers skim your back.

“i know,” she muttered, letting the words fade as you leaned down and trailed kisses down the column of her throat. exhaling shakily, she found the back of your bra, undoing the clasp in one swift motion. you pulled away just enough to let her slip the garment down your arms and off your front.

now completely topless, ellie made a go for your chest, her lips leaving wet, bruised marks on your hot skin. it was when her mouth latched onto one of your taunt nipples—thumb and forefinger fondling the other—that your hips started to grind down on her thigh, chasing the release that had begun to build.

your arousal spread lower and lower, and, with each hickey, you swore that your heartbeat was now in your cunt.

as ellie switched from one breast to the other, you couldn’t help the lewd moan that passed your lips, your fingers threading themselves into her wolfcut. she let out a guttural groan when you tugged on her hair, the vibrations against your sensitive bud sending another wave of shallow whines into the air.

“i love you,” ellie stated, her weighted sentiment sending you into spiraling, heavy breaths. her lips started back up the valley of your breasts again. “i love you so fucking much.”

you inhaled sharply as her kisses traveled the expanse of your neck and toward your mouth. “i love you too, ellie.”

when her lips found yours, she thrusted her hips to meet your own, hands squeezing the flesh there. her tight grip controlled the speed at which you were humping her thigh.

you kissed her feverishly, your front pressed against hers and smearing the still-wet paint from your torso to hers. but neither of you cared, nor heard the approaching footsteps outside in the hallway. only when someone pounded on the door did you flinch with recognition.

“oh, come on,” ellie muttered as she pulled back, her gaze sliding from you to the direction of the noise. she pushed you off gently and stood. “wait here.”

grabbing your bra from the floor and putting it back on, you watched ellie answer the door, her back muscles working with every move.

you couldn’t make out every word being exchanged, but you were sure that you heard ‘rehearsal’ and ‘right now?’ flow between the conversation. sure enough, when ellie finally shut the door, she had a sour look on her face.

“lemme guess,” you began, swinging your legs over the edge of the chair, “you have to go rehearse or something?”

“unfortunately,” she sighed, walking over to you and reaching down to grab her shirt from the floor. she planted an arm beside you before kissing your cheek. her breath tickled your skin as she said, “we’ll finish this later. and don’t get any funny ideas while i’m gone, yeah?”

you grinned and pulled her in for a quick peck on the lips before motioning downwards. “no promises, my love. and it looks like you got a little something on your stomach.”

ellie followed your gaze, staring at some of the smudged pink and orange. “oh,” she merely acknowledged, quickly shrugging her shirt over her head. as the paint disappeared behind fabric, she kissed the back of her teeth. “there. now no one will know what we were up to.”

“the purplish marks on your neck say otherwise,” you countered, standing from your spot with a short laugh. pulling her in by the belt loops on her jeans, you lowered your voice as you said,  “but don’t worry, i think they look great on you.”

smirking, your girlfriend let you fix a few strands of her misplaced hairs. “yours look quite lovely as well.”

“well, the artist did do a lovely job,” you complimented, looking at her with large, doe-like eyes.

she grinned, going to say something snarky when another loud knock came from the door. “ellie, let’s go!” jesse shouted from the other side.

letting out an annoyed sigh, ellie turned to you, “babe, i gotta go.”

“i know,” you said, your hands resting on her shoulders. squeezing lightly, you leaned in to kiss her, satisfied with the time you had spent, but also dreading to see her walk away, even if you knew she’d be back within a few hours.

ellie pushed her lips against yours, palms sliding down to cup your ass before she eventually pulled away, the logical part of her brain telling her to wrap things up. “i’ll see you in a bit,” she whispered, your breaths mixing in the open air.

you nodded before opting to sit back down, watching as ellie finally turned, picked up her guitar case, and stepped out into the corridor. she left you in baiting silence.

exhaling heavily, you glanced over at the vanity, tilting your head to the side as you remembered the whole reason that you had moved to the lounge chair in the first place. you grabbed the dirty brushes and a few of the paints before moving over to the vanity again. as you placed the art materials on the sleek wood, you caught the vibrant colors decorating the area below your bra.

the paint was smeared, sure, but there was no denying the lesbian flag-colored planets and stars peppering your skin. of course, you thought. of course, ellie would paint something space-themed.

so, you stood there, gawking at the pink swirls and orange rings, as a sense of pride and warmth filling you to the brim. there was nothing, at this moment, that could possibly ruin the overwhelming happiness that came with seeing your girlfriend in person.

[daunsun]

Writing prompt, GO

"All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home."

I like fluff

SO ABOUT THAT FLUFF-

Writing this for my library au that I’ve never posted about because yes

Flicking through the book in your hands mindlessly, you tried to relax at the soft feeling of the paper against your fingertips. You hadn’t paid attention to what book you actually picked up, but you had to be given credit for trying to look like you did. The aisle was quiet, as libraries should be of course, but too quiet for you to stay sane. Cold air swept through the ventilation systems, sending chills up your spine you wouldn’t dare attribute to the standoff currently happening. Part of you wondered if an animatronic was capable of hearing heartbeats. You hoped their hearing wasn’t that advanced.

The staring never ceased, no matter how many pages of your book you flicked through. Moon’s gaze was unnerving, which you supposed just made him better at his job of kicking out unwanted guests. You weren’t an unwanted guest, you hoped. Maybe you were right now. The tense silence was practically driving you up the wall, your mind running at a thousand miles an hour. You were supposed to be the intimidating one! Not this jerk-who-you-happened-to-really-enjoy-the-company-of! Shutting the book you were holding with a loud “thump!” and letting out a sigh, you broke the tense air.

“Look dearie, you’re not going to get anything out of me with that stare. Good try though!” You slid the book back where you had gotten it, and gave your animatronic friend a strained grin. Neither of you believed your words, and you knew it. You have a reputation to maintain, however. God, you were tired.

You stepped down from the stool you stood on, relinquishing the little comfort you got from being equal height to Moon. Leaning down to pick up the stool, you swore you heard a very artificial sigh. Eyes darting to where your companion currently stood, you watched as his arms uncrossed and one hand moved to his faceplate. You couldn’t see much further without giving away that you were looking at him though.

“Just-” He started, pausing momentarily. “Why? Can you at least tell me that, dearie?” His tone was dripping with venom, which was understandable given the situation. It’s not like you were the good guy here by any means. Or a victim, at that. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the charade sliding. Slapping a smirk back on your face, you stood up to meet Moon’s neverending gaze.

“No, I can’t.” You let out a small laugh, “Please don’t ask me again.”

He seemed revolted at your smile, squinting as any softness seemed to vanish from his posture. You kept on smiling though. This is what you could do. Make him scared, disgusted with your lightheartedness like everyone else. You were awfully good at that. Maybe you could just ignore the humanity cracking away at your heart. Ignore your erratic heartbeat, or just how cold you felt right now. You could do that. 

“I have to, you know I have to.” He pushed further, but you held. “Hell- I certainly can’t let you anywhere near the library unless you do!” Hands gesturing to your surroundings, his voice went from monotone to furious in the blink of an eye. “What am I supposed to tell Sun, huh?”

You had to physically restrain yourself from stating the obvious. You didn’t know. You didn’t know anything. So many times in your life had you heard that the world was your oyster, but right now it felt like the oyster shell was clamping down with you in it. Absentmindedly, you dropped the stool back into its place, making a loud thunk sound throughout the room.

“I’ll take care of it, Moon.” You clenched your teeth. The shell was closing. “Trust me.”

“That’s asking an awful lot of me now, starlight!”

“That’s why I’m asking.”

“Of course, so polite of you! Why don’t I just go on and tell him that the guy tripped on a rock?” He sneered, closing the little space that was between the two of you.

“Moon, please-” Your smile was falling. Slipping, slipping. Down and down into the rabbit hole, Alice. His arm reached towards you.

“‘Moon, please’ what? What could you possibly-!”

The shell shut with a slam.

“Stop! For the love of god- JUST STOP IT!” You barked, almost tripping while backing away from Moon. You slapped his arm away, just barely stopping yourself from unholstering your pistol. He stopped moving. Silence. You needed it to stop.

“I CAN’T explain it to you! I just can’t! All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong, somewhere to call home and you guys gave it to me dammit! You are my home, and I’m sorry if I don’t want to fucking mess that up like I’ve done everything else by getting you involved in what I have to deal with every single damn day!” Hands running through your hair, you let out a heavy breath of air, lungs burning for the new oxygen.

“I have always tried to keep you out of it! Always! So please, sweetheart, just let me do my fucking job, and you do yours! There is nothing good that could possibly come out of me explaining why I saved your life, nothing!” You gripped your hair, warmth running down your face across your now-flushed cheeks. It was shameful, downright shameful. You knew it. It only made you want to curl up into a ball and hide from the world even more. The world was a blur now, and you could only scramble away from it. A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you as you met Moon’s gaze once again.

He was taken aback, judging by his now widened eyes, but still holding onto your wrist. No words were spoken. You were scared. He was scared.

“I-” Speaking up, Moon stopped himself. He pulled you in, and you didn’t have any will to protest. Arms wrapped around you, only mildly warmer than the freezing air temperature.

“Tomorrow, then.” His face plate rested on your frazzled and unkempt hair when he finished.

“...Tomorrow.”

[a-funny-little-sunflower]

Yandere Legolas x reader Smut

There is a ball scene in this fic and this is what I imagined the dress would look like, cause I adore cottagcore. If you don't like it, I respect that and just ignore this picture :)

You would never have thought that this would ever happen to you. You’d heard the stories. The tales of elven obsession towards their darlings but you had never expected to become one of them….

Time makes fools of us all, I suppose.

You don’t know how you never saw it coming, after all, looking back on it, it was quite obvious.

The fawning over you, the obsessive glances, the jealousy.

God, you really should have seen this coming. You shouldn’t have fallen for his trap, but in all honesty, it just seemed so innocent.

Legolas had invited you to the Mirkwood palace, a high honour considering their secrecy and what kind of person would you have been to refuse such a generous offer?

You had gotten to the border, and Legolas was eagerly awaiting your arrival. His eyes were gleaming with an emotion you couldn’t place, and he greeted you warmly. “Y/N! I’m so glad you came!”

He ran forward and gathered you in his arms, utterly enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug, and you couldn’t help but hug back. When he finally pulled back, and gently cupped your face and stared into your eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. He looked enrapture with you.

You looked at him questioningly for a moment before you finally broke the silence “Legolas? Are you alright?” Your voice seemed to break him out of whatever trance he was in, and he smiles brightly before answering “Oh I’m alright! It’s just that my memory does not do your beauty justice”.

You were by surprise at the sudden compliment, but you couldn’t help but believe his words. You didn’t get a chance to answer because he was already guiding you to sit on his horse, and when you had been comfortably settled, Legolas joined you in the saddle.

You rode through thick forests filled with lush greenery, imposing trees, and beautiful trees. And the speed at which you were going must have been causing you to see things because you swore you saw a figure sat upon a snow-white elk, but you cast the notion away, deciding that it must have just been a trick of the light.

Time seemed to cease in this forest because you no idea how long you had been riding for, but it felt like it was somewhere between a second and eternity. Regardless of how long it had taken, you were finally at the palace gates.

You dismounted, and you had only taken a few strides forward before the gates opened ceremoniously and you were greeted by a company of guards. They bowed in unison before the captain announced your presence. “Prince Legolas and Lady Y/N, welcome to Mirkwood. The guests await your entrance”.

“Thank you Elros, we will be there soon.” You looked questioningly at Legolas as you were led into the palace, not understanding what he was talking about. He must have felt your curious gaze on his face because he turned to you and spoke “My father arranged a ball in the honour of your arrival.”

That took you completely by surprise! You would have never expected such a fuss over your presence. “But I’m not dressed for a ball!” You said in a shocked voice, but Legolas only gave you a patient look as you broke away from the group of guards.

Legolas smiled at your panicked tone and said in a reassuring tone “Your gown has already been arranged starlight.” You went a little pink at the nickname and allowed yourself to be led to the guest chambers that had been arranged for you.

“This will be your chambers for the duration of your stay, I hope it suits you well,” Legolas said before opening the door for you.

“Thank you, Legolas, it's more than I could have asked for!” You said with a bright smile. He grinned at your reaction, “You like it?” he asked. You nodded joyfully, staring around the room in wonder. “It’s wonderful Legolas, thank you.”

“I’ll leave you to get changed into your gown, my lo-…My lady,” Legolas replied, before closing the door, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

You turned to where your ballgown was hanging, and you couldn’t help but to stop and admire it. It was truly divine. The tailoring was magnificent, it was designed to show off your shoulders and the soft colour would most certainly bring out your eyes.

You quickly stepped into the gown, and you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring how you looked. Utterly gorgeous.

You strode towards the door when you heard a firm knock echo against the hardwood and when the door swung open, you were met with handsome looking Legolas. The way he looked took your breath away and your appearance seemed to do the same. Legolas finally broke the silence, “Are you ready for the ball starlight?” You nodded eagerly, linking arms with him, and walking towards the ballroom.

The Mirkwood halls were truly as grand as the stories said. The decorations were extravagant and every elf in the room was dressed beautifully, and it was all being overseen by the Elven king, sitting high in his throne.

The night went by in a blur. You stayed by Legolas’ side the whole night, and you had the most fun you’d had in years. You had danced and drunk and laughed, it was bliss. You hadn’t thought much of it when Legolas asked you to meet him in a quiet corridor, thinking he just wanted somewhere quiet to talk to you for a while.

You finished up the conversation you were having with a young elleth and went out into the hallway in search of Legolas. You found him standing at the end of the hallway, waiting for you. He didn’t notice you walking towards him at first, seemingly entranced in his thoughts.

When he finally did notice you, his smile was enough to make flowers grow. “My darling Lady, you came!” He sounded so happy that you had decided to join him, almost like he was expecting you not to. “Of course, I came, why wouldn’t I? Besides, it sounded like you wanted to talk about something important.

He nodded, his face suddenly hardening over with a looked of determination as if he were preparing for something. “Yes, it’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time. Y/N, you must have noticed my affections for you by now, and I’ve been wanting to ask you…Will you marry me and become my queen?”

After he had finished his proposal, he handed a beautiful ring to you and looked at you with a hopeful gaze.

You stood frozen to the ground. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Legolas was asking you to marry him, and by every force, in Middle Earth, you wanted to say yes. But you knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibility of being a queen, so with a heavy heart… You refused.

Legolas face fell into a heartbroken expression and his eyes glazed over with tears. “I’m sorry Legolas, as much as I do love you, I wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibility of ruling. So, I can’t marry you…I’m so sorry” You felt your voice crack on that last word and your eyes filled up with tears. You couldn’t look at his broken expression any longer, so you turned on your heel and started walking back to your guest chambers, leaving Legolas standing alone in the palace corridor.

Even after you had left, Legolas stayed in the corridor, still as a statue, with stray tears running down his face. He had been so sure that you would marry him, but you had refused him.

Legolas had been so caught up in all his thoughts that he hadn’t heard his father’s footsteps approaching him. “My son, what will you do to convince her to rule alongside you?” Legolas shook his head in defeat, "There’s nothing I can do ada, she doesn’t love me.”

Thranduil tilted his head at his son, "Oh, but she told you herself that she returns your feelings, but the burden of queenship frightens her.…She just needs a little encouragement to truly persuade her.”

Legolas looked up at his father, hope building in his heart. “What do I tell her ada?” Thranduil gave his son a knowing smile before placing a hand on his shoulder. “it is not your words that persuade her my son, but your actions.” Legolas gave his father a confused look before listening eagerly to what his father had to tell him.

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You awoke feeling groggy and exhausted. When you had returned to your chambers after rejecting Legolas’ proposal, you had willed yourself to fall into the land of dreams to escape the feelings of heartbreak you had. But now you had returned to reality and you were slowly coming back to yourself, albeit slowly.

You opened your eyes to see Legolas staring at you from the bottom of your bed. You froze in shock, thinking you might still be dreaming, or maybe even hallucinating but sure enough, the longer you looked, the more it settled in your head that you were not dreaming.

You try to sit up in bed, but it’s like you’re frozen. You were only brought out of your trance by the feeling of Legolas’ hands on your rubbing up and down your legs in a comforting motion. You stare at Legolas in shock, and his only reply was to give you one of his cute smiles.

“L-Legolas…What are doing…?” You asked quietly, afraid of what the answer might be. Legolas only tilted his head at you and gave you a soft understanding smile.

“Darling, I know that this must seem all of a sudden but I can’t allow you to slip through my fingers. No one else makes me feel the way you do. I can’t lose that. You said you felt the same, didn’t you? You said that you loved me back?” You nodded, curious as to where he was going with this.

“Well darling, I will show you that staying with me despite your anxiety and fears of ruling will be filled with pleasure and love. Will you allow me to show you how much I love you?

After what seemed to be an eternity, you finally found your voice, “Y-Yes, I trust you.” Legolas smiled at your words before speaking “Lie back and lift your hips for me, my love.” You did as he asked, and he gave you a loving look before lowering his head between your legs and started to kiss up your thighs.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the pillows, enjoying the feeling of his soft kisses against you. He slowly made his way up your thighs until he reached your centre. He pressed his thumb against your sensitive clit and because you weren’t expecting it, you let out a soft whimper of his name.

“Oh darling, you have no idea the power you hold over me, you could rip my heart from my chest, and I’d still adore you.” Before you could reply, he started an onslaught of licks against your aching pussy causing you to cry out in a mix of surprise and pleasure.

“Ahhhhh~ g-god yes! P-please don’t s-stop! It feels so good!” You heard Legolas laugh at your desperation “Shhh, darling, don’t want anyone to know how good I’m making you feel when we aren’t even married yet, now do we?”

You were already a panting, whimpering mess and he’d barely touched you, you don’t know how you were going to get through the rest of the night.

“No stay still and let me please you.” He lowered his head between your legs again but this time he was nowhere near as merciful to you as he’d been before. He was holding nothing back and you just couldn’t keep quiet. You weren’t even bothering to keep your loud cries of pleasure muffled because you knew it would be a wasted effort.

“Legolas – Legolas – ah right there! You cried, thrusting your hips up in a desperate attempt for more of the blissful pleasure he was giving you. Legolas listened to your desperate pleas and began to thrust his tongue into you, and within seconds of him doing that, you were ready to cum. “Ah! Ahh! Gonn- c-cum! Please! Please! Please, can I-”

Legolas cut you off before you could finish “Let go for me darling, I want to see how gorgeous you are when you let go.” His commanding tone was too much for you, and you finally let yourself tumble off the cliff in a peak of pleasure.

When you finally came down from your high, you saw Legolas staring at you with utter adoration in his eyes, and the overwhelming look of love in his expression was too much for you to handle, causing you to look away.

“Look at me darling, I want to see those beautiful eyes.” You turned your head back to look at him as he brought himself up to lay beside you, all the while his adoring gaze never left you. “Have I convinced you to stay my love?” Legolas asked, his voice full of hope.

“And if your people don’t accept me as their Queen, what then?” You asked in a worried tone, but Legolas only cupped your cheek lovingly, “Our love comes first. Everything else is secondary. I’ve waited so long to build up the courage to ask for your love, and now that I have it, I’m never losing it. All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.”

Your heart was filled with such love at his confession that you felt as though it might burst. And how could you refuse him? After everything he had done for you, how could you not agree?”

“Alright Legolas, I will be your Queen, and love you to the end of days.” His eyes gleamed with happiness and he put the ring he had placed in your palm earlier, onto your finger, before he pressed his forehead to yours in a loving gesture.

Cementing your love for each other till the end of time.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Seven)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 10.1k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mention of erection, heated make out, marking, grinding, mentions of suicide:( (If this makes you uncomfortable pls skip), mentions of cheating, quick blowjob, swallowing,

Notes: sorry this chapter is shorter than the last! But we only have 2 chapters left guys! And they are long!!! Sorry in advance lol. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter:) Anyway feel free to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:)

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Jungkook runs his finger through your hair, his mouth hot on your neck as he leaves behind what feels like a million, slow kisses. You taste sweet and he’s reminded of the first time he got to do this with you and his heart swells at the memory. He feels you grind against him, making him impossibly harder as he grinds back. Your moans fill his ears and it sounds like a chorus of sweet, sweet music to him, he can’t help but grin into his kisses. Suddenly, the image of him kissing down your throat becomes blurry and the sound of your whines echo in the distance. He must be waking up.

Jungkook feels you hovering over him with shocked eyes and he can’t help but wonder what’s gotten into you. He can feel his head beginning to throb from the inevitable hang over that wishes to visit and he raises a hand over it. You continue to look down at him and that’s when he notices it. Them. The hickeys that spread across your skin and he goes absolutely pale.

He looks back at you with wide eyes but he can’t help but feel pride bloom all throughout his body as he looks at how he has marked you but those petals quickly shrivel up when he realizes how badly he must have messed up.

“Oh fuck.” He says under his breath.

“Yeah. ‘Oh fuck’” you repeat back.

Jungkook lifts himself up, leaning on his arms as he takes another look at the bruises that cover your skin. He releases a shaky breath contemplating what to say.

“Drunk.” His eyes slide to the side, “We were really…drunk.”

You narrow your eyes for a split second then look at him with ease,

“Yeah…right…drunk.” You quickly agree.

Jungkook and you share a moment of a silence, admiring one another’s work on the other. You hesitantly reach out, your fingers coming in contact with the side of his neck, brushing against his soft skin.

“This ones huge…I’m sorry.” You say, not sounding entirely sorry. A slight smirk graces your features.

“Ha, you don’t look very sorry.” Jungkook grabs a hold of your hand, “Plus, you don’t even want to see what I did to you.”

You retreat your hand back to touch your own skin, you shuffle out of the sheets and stand from the bed. You walk towards the little mirror over by Jungkook’s closet and take a look.

You audibly gasp, the purple marks that spread across your neck and collarbone are ones for the books.

“What the hell Jeon! How am I supposed to walk out of here today! Everyone’s going to see this!” you gesture towards yourself. “Oh my god.” You turn back to look in the mirror. “This is horrible.”

Jungkook leaves the bed to join you at the mirror,

“Holy shit.” He looks at himself, “I’m not any better!” he throws his hands up but he’s laughing. He’s fucking laughing! You watch in disbelief as he chuckles the fucking day away.

You watch him and you can’t help but start to laugh too. This is just so ridiculous.

“Wait wait…” Jungkook calms down, suddenly becoming serious. “We didn’t do anything else…right?”

“Why are you looking at me like that? Shouldn’t you also remember?”

“You’re the girl! Can’t you like tell…if we…” He motions his hands between your bodies.

“Oh my god. No, we didn’t do anything else. Do you really not remember everything?” you ask with a frown.

“I feel like I do…but I was just being you know, sure.”

Jungkook wishes he could remember everything in great detail but the reality is he was really drunk and some moments are hazier than others. Which is a fucking shame because he wants to remember the first moment you caressed his skin to his lips on yours.

“Do you remember everything?”

“I remember enough.” You admit.

You were drunk, yes. But the memory of you and Jungkook is almost crystal clear and fresh in your mind.

“Bottom line is…we were really drunk and drunk people do stuff like that all the time.” Your hands go to your hips, “I mean, I’ve literally made out with Trina before. Don’t feel special.” You wink, your tone is light and teasing and Jungkook finds you amusing.

“Just two drunk idiots.” Jungkook grins. “So no acting weird.”

“I won’t be weird, will you?”

“I’ll try my best.” He chuckles.

“I’m serious Jungkook, we can be cool about this…” you give him a smile, “It’s not like we haven’t—”

“Stop…” Jungkook lifts his hand up, “I get it.” He chuckles awkwardly.

Your small smile fades, your heart pinches. He never wants to talk about it, did he hate it that much?

“Right…” You begin walking closer towards him and he steps back, your heart pinching once again. “Well, lend me a fucking turtle neck or something so I can get outta here.”

Jungkook smirks down at you as he walks to his closet.

“Fine. Hopefully I have two…I have a black and a white one right?” he asks you from inside his closet.

“Shit, I think I have your white one at my place…”

“I don’t think Nick owns any…”

“Why do you need one? Just stay home today.”

“I’m supposed to meet Vanessa later…”

Your heart doesn’t just pinch this time, it sinks. Deep down into your lower belly until its falling to the ground.

“Oh.”

“I’ll find a scarf or some shit.”

“I’ll bring you your white one, don’t worry.”

“Really? Thanks y/n.” Jungkook walks out of his closet smiling at you, his black turtle neck draped over his arm. “Here.” He hands it over to you.

“Turn around.”

Jungkook raises a brow at you until realization hits him.

“Okay.” He whispers out.

You quickly change into the long sleeve shirt and let Jungkook know he can turn back around.

“I feel like I should make you breakfast or something…” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, standing here awkwardly.

“Really Jungkook?” you laugh out, “And what would you make me?”

“I think Nick has some toaster waffles.” Jungkook offers with a grin.

“I’m good. I’m gonna head out but I will be back with your shirt!”

“Sounds good, I’ll walk you out.”

You two nod at one another, exiting the bedroom and walking towards the front door. You stop to say goodbye and Jungkook steps into your space, wrapping his arms around you.

“See you in a bit.” He whispers.

“Yeah.” You pull back and smile at him. “See you in a bit.”

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“Why the fuck are you wearing a black turtle neck in the middle of August?”

It’s Trina, if you haven’t guessed. It’s the first thing you hear when you step into your apartment, she is over to hang with Holly you’re assuming.

“I was a bit chilly.” You lie through your teeth, giving her a strained smile.

“Take it off.” Trina commands.

“Trina…” Holly warns softly, she’s got her hand on Trina’s shoulder and you can’t help but giggle.

“Wait, your date was last night, right? With this ‘Min Yoongi’? Ooooh, did things go well?” Trina whistles out.

“It wasn’t a date, I already told you…” you whine as you walk into the living room, sitting on the sofa.

“But it did go well! I had a really nice time.” You admit softly, smiling at the memory of your ‘thank you outing’. “He’s so cool and so sweet.” Your eyes light up, “He owns the record shop a few shops away from the bakery!”

“Owns it? Like it’s his?” Holly asks, she shares a pleased smile with Trina.

“Yes, like it’s his.”

“He sounds like a man. Marry him.” Trina gives you an aggresive thumbs up.

“Chill dude.” You laugh. “I think he and I could become really good friends…and…”

“And?”

“Well, you never know.” Your eyes shift to the side as you smirk. “The world is full of mystery.”

Trina smiles brightly, “So you’re saying there’s a chance?”

“I’m saying that there’s not not a chance…”

“I’LL TAKE IT!” Trina lifts up Holly’s hand and high fives herself with it. “Whatever isn’t Jungkook.” She finishes with a grin and you feel your whole body go stiff.

“Trina…” you frown, “I really don’t like when you say stuff like that. Jungkook is a good person. He just…he messed up, yes. But he’s trying.”

“He hurt you.” Trina’s tone goes serious. “How could you forgive him for that?”

“I’m trying too. But I am able to try because I know him…he wouldn’t just hurt me without him having his own reasons…and I love him, T. Like as friends, of course but also…”

“I know.” Trina goes soft, “I know.”

Holly clasps her hands together, “And that’s that! How about we make some food and chit chat some more over some mimosas!”

“I love that idea.” You say.

���But seriously girl, please go change out of that turtle neck…you’re making me sweat just looking at you.” Trina says.

Right, the turtle neck. You told Jungkook you would drop off his white one…well, you gotta find it first.

“Okay, but I have to run an errand first then we can hang.”

“An errand?” Both girls look at you quizzically.

“Don’t worry about it.” Great, now you sound like Jungkook.

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Within the hour you are quickly dropping off Jungkook’s shirt off at his place and going back to yours. He answered the door in nothing but his towel again and you tried so hard not to drool. You recall the night before when your fingers were dragging down his chest and his toned stomach. You felt every ab beneath your fingertips. Fuck, that felt good. You’re home now, you shake your head trying to rid yourself of thoughts of Jungkook’s body. But with a body like that? It’s so so hard. Just like how he was…STOP. You shake off these thoughts and try to pay attention to what Holly is saying.

“—And then I turned it in anyway and still got an A!”

“That’s amazing Holly.” You say, trying to act like you weren’t just having impure thoughts.

“Yeah, you totally kick ass.” Trina says.

You girls are a few mimosas in, you feel the champagne starting to work its wonderful magic on you but unfortunately it is making you start to sweat. You want to take off this damn turtleneck.

“I’ll be right back.” You say quickly before retreating to your bedroom. You find a baggy t-shirt and slip it on. This feels much better! But god damn. These marks on your skin are something else. You rush to the bathroom and try to cover some with makeup but it’s hardly helping. Fuck.

“Welp, maybe they won’t notice.” You whisper to yourself.

You walk back out into the living room and you notice both Holly and Trina’s eyes go comically wide.

“Wow, that date did go better than you thought!” Trina starts whooping and hollering.

“Wow y/n.” Holly really does look shocked.

Okay, so maybe they did notice. You feel so self conscious all of the sudden, your hands flying up to your neck to cover yourself.

“It’s—It’s not what it looks like.” You stammer out.

“It looks like this Yoongi guy is really into marking!” Trina yells out with a grin.

“Yoongi is really into marking…” Holly eyes you with horror in her eyes.

“Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!” Trina begins chanting, she looks over at Holly and lightly taps her thigh to get her to start chanting the name as well.

“Guys…” You whine into your hands, “It wasn’t Yoongi.” You must be admitting that because you’ve had a few mimosas.

Silence. The room falls undeniably quiet.

“Wait what?” Trina asks, her wide grin beginning to fade.

“Did you meet with someone else last night?” Holly begins to pry.

“Did you go to a bar or something and meet a rando?”

“Did you bump into someone on the street?”

“Did you call up and old boyfriend? An old hookup?”

“Guys!” You yell out, “I met up with Jungkook last night!”

Once again, the room goes silent.

“You what?” Trina asks plainly, “What does that have to do with the hickeys on your neck?”

“Really Trina?” your head falls into your hands, “We kind of…”

“You guys fucked? Really?” Trina’s serious tone is back.

“No! We just got really drunk and made out! That’s it!”

“But is that really it for you?” To your surprise, it’s Holly who asks this.

“It’s fine. We were just drunk. We decided not to be weird about it. And we won’t.”

“How can you be sure of that?” Trina asks, her voice gone soft.

“Because I will text him in a few days, he’s going to text back. Or I’ll call and he will answer like normal. I’ll ask to hang out or something and we will just be two friends who hang. It will go just like that!”

Except it doesn’t go like that at all. A few days pass and you decided to text Jungkook in the morning after you woke up. You don’t expect to hear back from him for a couple of hours since he will probably sleep in. But hours and hours go by and it’s the afternoon now and you still haven’t heard from him.

“You have reached the voicemail box of…” You click the end button on your phone again for like, the 6thtime. Why isn’t Jungkook answering? It’s a Wednesday afternoon, you know you remember him saying he had today off for some reason so what is he up to? Even if he was with Vanessa, would he really ignore you like this? 6 calls in a row?

You decide to try Jimin, maybe they’re together. You look him up in your ‘Favorites’ and click clack away to calling him. After several rings the boy finally answers,

“Hey.” He says somewhat out of breath, “I’m working, what’s up?”

“Hey it’s nothing really…” you begin, “But have you heard from Jungkook…? I can’t get a hold of him…”

“Huh? No? Maybe he’s just, I don’t know, busy babe.” You can hear Jimin directing some poor child of his wrong moves on the other side of the phone.

“Look, I gotta go. But just try again in a little while, okay?”

“Can you try calling him for me?”

“Huh? Uh, sure. I’ll let you know later. Love you, bye.” Jimin hangs up and you’re left with your phone to your ear, talking to no one.

It’s Wednesday evening now, you and Holly are sharing a pie while watching some weird show on Netflix that Holly insists is good. You’re three episodes in and you’re starting to wonder when the ‘good’ part happens. It’s mostly just been weird but Holly seems invested in it. You’re trying to keep your mind busy, the thought of Jungkook making you feel antsy. You just wanted to call and see if he wanted to chill together…to prove things aren’t going to be weird between you two. Is he really going to be so fucking immature? Big deal, you made out. But to go this far to ignore you? You can’t help but feel so fucking anxious. He won’t ghost you again right?

You mindlessly stick your fork in the pie repeatedly when you feel your phone buzz. Thank God, some sort of reason to look away from this show, you think.

Jimin 6:22pm

Hey, I got a hold of Jungkook…

What the hell? So he answered to Jimin?!

Jimin 6:22pm

It’s probably best to let him be today babe, today is…not a good day

You click off your phone and throw it on the cushion to your side because what the hell does that mean? Not a good day? If he’s not having a good day then shouldn’t he like, lean on you? Wait, you’re asking for too much right? You mean, you’re the one who set boundaries. But if he’s having a bad day why ignore you? You throw the fork in the pie and set it next to Holly, she looks at you mortified that you would just throw your fucking fork. You stand to your feet and start heading to your room.

“Uh, where are you going? Things are just getting good.” Holly whines.

“I’ll be back in a little while Hol, just gotta do something real quick.” You call out from behind you, entering your room to change into some clean clothes.

Once you’re ready you grab your purse and your keys and head towards the front door, and out to your car.

It’s a really quick drive to Jungkook’s apartment, he lives so close to you it’s ridiculous. He couldn’t find an apartment that was further away from his old one? Well, still…you’re grateful it’s a short drive. You wonder how you’ll confront Jungkook. He isn’t the best at opening up so you have to go about this strategically. But knowing you, you’ll be anything but strategic. It’s just with Jungkook you really have to force it out of him—whatever it is. Even then you may get nothing.

You find a parking spot a little a ways from the building, it’s a nice refreshing two minute walk to get inside to find and ride the elevator. You remember riding this elevator with nick and oh god, cringe. You cringe so fucking hard. Speak of the devil, he’s who answers the front door after your insistent knocking.

“Oh hey y/n. What’s up?” Nick’s eyes dart from you to the rest of the hallway. “Is it just you?” he asks, “Jungkook isn’t here…”

“Can I wait inside until he gets home?” you blurt out.

“Uh, sure…” Nick opens the door wider for you to enter. You breeze past him, taking off your shoes at the entrance and make your way to the couch. Damn, you are a woman on a mission.

“Can I get you some water?” Nick offers as he closes the door.

“Sure.”

Nick comes into the living room with a glass full of water and you couldn’t be more grateful. You didn’t even realize how dry your mouth has gotten, the anticipation of Jungkook’s arrival making you nervous.

“Do you know where he went?” you take the glass from Nick and gulp down like half the glass. “He hasn’t answered me all day.”

“Wait, he doesn’t know you’re here?” Nick asks in panicked surprise. “Should you really be here? He might be with Vanessa or like, coming back with her…”

“It’s fine. I’m waiting, is that okay?” you nibble on your lips, waiting for his response.

“Yeah, I guess.” Nick shrugs, “I’ll be in my room if that’s okay? You can watch whatever on TV or like, whatever.” He smiles at you, gesturing towards the TV.

“I’ll be fine Nick.” You smile back.

More than an hour passes, a god damn miserable hour of you sitting on Jungkook and Nicks couch when you finally hear the front door being unlocked. Jungkook.

You straighten up when you hear the door beginning to open, the soft creak sounding a million times louder in your ears.

Jungkook walks through and you notice he is alone, and you sigh in relief. His shoulders are slumped and his head hangs low as he takes his shoes off and you immediately sink in your spot. What’s with him? So, you stand to your feet and clear your throat and he doesn’t even flinch. He just continues walking inside, finding his way into the kitchen. You watch as he opens up a cabinet and reaches for a glass, next he’s fishing the fridge for some fresh water and filling up his cup. He takes a few sips of his water before his dark eyes find you.

“What are you doing here?” his low voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“You went ghost on me today…I was worried.” You leave the living room to walk into the kitchen as well.

“I…” he begins as he sets the glass on the counter. “I didn’t ghost you.”

“How could I be so sure?” you step closer to him, “How come you answered Jimin but not me?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words, like a deer caught in headlights. He blinks at you repeatedly until he tries forming words.

“It’s nothing personal.” He settles for. “Can we talk tomorrow, y/n?”

“Where did you go today?” God, why do you sound like some weird, possessive girlfriend? You cringe at your own words.

“It doesn’t matter.” Jungkook’s eyes darken again, his voice low.

“It matters to me.”

Jungkook looks down at the floor and you notice him take a few deep breaths, like he is struggling to find a steady one.

“Talk to me, Jungkook.” You reach out to him, your fingers finding his and he flinches at your touch. “What’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

“I….” Jungkook’s voice cracks and you wish you could bring him in to hug you but you don’t. You just let him continue.

“I…have nothing to say.”

Oh. Of course. Of fucking course. Of course Jungkook chooses to stay silent. Of course he chooses not to talk to you.

“Is it Vanessa?” you finally find the courage to ask, “Did you two break—”

“No, we’re fine.” He cuts in. Jungkook frees himself from your hand and looks up at you with a strained smile, “I’m fine, y/n.”

Now, you shouldn’t feel upset. Or angry. But you do, you fucking do. It’s been almost 4 years of this same bullshit where he cannot open up to you and its starting to feel insulting.

“You’re…” you step closer to him again but he takes a step back until he’s backed into the counter. “You aren’t fine. Please talk to me, Jungkook.” You try to say calmly but you think the rage is a little evident in your voice.

“Nothing to talk about.”

“Is it because I’m a girl?”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, not knowing what you mean by that. Yeah, that was a stupid thing to assume but you aren’t smart right now.

“You can’t confide in girls because you have trust issues? You know, because of your mom…how she left you…”

“Stop.”

“That’s it right?” You volume increases as your anger shows, “Are you fucking serious? When have I ever made you feel like you couldn’t trust me? When have I ever fucking left you?”

“Shut up.”

“No! And yeah your mom left you so you like, don’t trust girls I guess but god damn, Jungkook maybe it’s time to get over—”

“I said shut up!” Jungkook’s voice rises to a volume you have never experienced with him before.

“Have you tried looking for her?” you continue to speak, not realizing you are making everything worse.

“I know where she is.” He states, his nostrils flaring.

You flail your arms around, “Then go fucking talk to her.”

Jungkook looks at you with an unreadable expression, his shoulders to his ears and his fists balled up at his sides. He’s quiet. Too quiet. His breaths are beyond shaky and you finally notice it.

Jungkook’s eyes are glossed over and you think you may have gone too far. His lip begins trembling and he tries to speak but no words come out. He struggles to speak to you and it makes you blink at him like an idiot. Why can’t he speak?

“Jung—”

Jungkook lifts a hand up to stop you from talking any further. He inhales sharp breaths and releases shaky ones. His eyes are full of tears but none fall. He stares down at the ground just trying to do something as easy as breathing, but he falls short.

“Jung—”

“Please.” He croaks out. Jungkook walks to the couch and sits down, his head falling into his hands and you aren’t entirely sure at first but after a few moments you really realize…he is softly and quietly crying. Your Jungkook who never cries in front of anyone is sitting on his living room couch crying. You’re speechless. You also don’t know what to do. Do you try to comfort him? Do you leave him alone? But how could you leave him alone when he sits on his fucking living room couch sniffling away?

You hesitantly walk towards the sofa and take a seat next to him. He doesn’t lift his head to look at you, just continues crying into his hands. You don’t have to think about it, you reach your hand to rub soothing circles on his back and start whispering words of comfort in his ear.

Several moments pass when Jungkook finally lifts his head from his hands, but he still doesn’t look at you.

“Mom…” he clears his throat. “Mom didn’t just leave us. She left everything. She left me.”

“I know Jungkook…I’m sorry… I just lashed out on you, you can heal at your own pace and if she wants to see you again, she will.” You continue to rub his back.

“No, you don’t get it.” Jungkook murmurs. “Mom was hurting a lot. You know?” he begins to get choked up, his throat burning.

“Dad cheated, yes. But he was also neglectful of her and she was in a lot of pain,” he sniffs repeatedly, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“She felt like she had no one, not even me.” Jungkook face scrunches up as he resists more tears.

“She couldn’t even rely on me.”

Fuck. You know where this is going. It is all starting to make sense.

“Mom killed herself when I was 16.” Jungkook finally says, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was too afraid to say it out loud. Like it made it more real.

“Dad didn’t take it well…he started drinking and I rarely saw him around…I had to take care of myself.” Jungkook finally lets the tears fall.

“I hated him. I still do.” Jungkook clenches his jaw.

You sit on the couch unable to comprehend what Jungkook has gone through. You feel like the biggest bitch alive. You forced your best friend to reopen his wounds in front of you and you had the audacity to pour salt in them.

“Jungkook I’m so—”

“Forget it.” He’s quick to cut you off. You stare at him with wide eyes, your own tears staining your cheeks.

“Please leave me alone for a while.” He whispers and immediately you stop him from rising from the couch.

“No!” you pull him back down. He doesn’t even resist, he falls back to your side and you lead his head to rest on your beating chest.

“I’m here for you, Jungkook.”

And that’s it. That’s what it took for Jungkook to scrunch and twist his face until more tears begin flowing out of his swollen eyes. He cries into your shirt, wetting the material.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You pat his head, your fingers weaving through his dark locks.

Jungkook cries like this for several minutes, until he’s wiping away his tears and snot with his shirt sleeve. He rises from your chest and looks at you with a painful expression.

“Today is mom’s birthday.” He admits.

Fuck.

“I went to her grave today…” he sniffles, “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before. It’s just…” he starts crying again, “Saying it out loud. Makes it real, don’t you think?” His face is swollen and puffy from his tears and you can’t stop your own tears from sliding down your cheeks.

“Jungkook, I’m so, so sorry.” You feel awful. You can’t even fathom what he has gone through…

“It’s okay, this was bound to happen eventually right?” he laughs awkwardly, snot still dripping from his nose.

“I shouldn’t have forced it out of you…God, I am so sorry.”

“I…” Jungkook’s eyes refill with tears as he tries to speak again, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I really am. I tried so many times but I just couldn’t say it out loud. I just couldn’t.” The tears fall down his face once again, “I tried.” He begins to cry harder. “I really tried y/n.”

You heart breaks. This is a sight you never want to see again but if anyone has to see it you want it to be you.

“Baby…” you whisper. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

“You’d never leave me…right?” Jungkook chokes on his words as he speaks. “I couldn’t handle it.”

You shut your eyes as you think about what Jungkook has gone through. You think about why he’s been so closed off and why he has troubles with people sometimes—especially girls.

“I wouldn’t ever leave you.” You say in promise. “You’re too important to me.”

Jungkook’s face falls back into your chest, he cries into your shirt for several more minutes as you rub his back and play with his hair.

“Wasn’t I important to mom too?” You hear him whisper.

Your heart breaks even more.

“Of course you were, Jungkook.” You try to save, “I know she must have loved you a lot.”

“Then why?”

“She must of thought you were going to be strong enough without her…” Your fingers thread through his hair again, “And you are. But you know, you aren’t completely without her…” Your hand goes to his chest, over his beating heart.

“She’s here too, with you.”

And with that, Jungkook sobs harder. Like, it’s the first time he’s cried over this. And you wonder if it is. He’s gripping on to your shirt so tightly as he releases intense sob after the other. Your heart continues to fucking break.

“I’m here. I’m here.”

It’s been quiet the last 30 minutes, neither you nor Jungkook have spoken. He’s not even crying anymore, just lightly sniffling every now and then. You wonder if he has fallen asleep. You wouldn’t be surprised, all that crying will take out all the energy out of a person…

You lean your head down to get a look at Jungkook’s peaceful face…he is sleeping. You feel yourself relax as you continue to play with his hair. He needs the rest, you think.

You feel your own eye lids getting heavy and you let yourself fall asleep as well. Jungkook snuggles deeper into your side, his face nuzzling in your chest and you hold him tighter. You two sleep like this for many hours until you’re being woken up at the sound of the blender going.

The living room is lit up with sunlight and your eyes blink lazily. You realize Jungkook isn’t sleeping with you anymore and you start to panic. Where did he go? Then the blender goes off again and you decide to stand from the couch, even though your body feels so heavy.

Jungkook is in the kitchen when you walk over, he’s got his back turned to you and you creep up behind him.

“Boo.” You say, wrapping your arms around him.

“When will you realize that will never work on me?” Jungkook lightly chuckles, “Sorry to wake you up. I figure I could make us some fruit smoothies.” He turns around in your hold. You eye him up and notice how puffy his eyes are and you feel your heart drop.

“Fruit smoothie sounds delicious.” You squeeze him tighter and Jungkook laughs a wonderful laugh. It’s loud and full and filled with joy.

“Hug me back.”

Jungkook smiles down at you and circles his arms around your waist, “Sorry, sorry.”

You smile back up at him and lean your head on his body, he feels so warm it could melt you.

“About last night…” Jungkook begins pulling away from you, “I’m sorry I kind of…”

“You don’t have to apologize.” You cut in. “It’s my fault.”

“No y/n…I’m glad things happened the way they did. I actually feel so much better.” He admits, “Lighter, even.”

“Oh? Well, good. But I am still so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay baby.” He goes back in to hug you tighter. You feel his strong arms hold on to you and you want to stay like this forever. You would if you could. But—

“Shit. What time is it?” You step back from him, digging in your pocket for your phone. “Holy hell, I’m going to be late for work.”

“Then get going. I’ll text you later?” Jungkook asks with hope filling his eyes.

“Yeah.” You smile.

~~~~~~

Work was lame as usual, nothing eventful happened. Yoongi must have been too busy at the shop today since he didn’t come in for cookies. You decide you will go see him at the record shop tomorrow but for now…you’re dealing with something else—someone else.

“Oh? You thought Trina wouldn’t tell me?” It’s Jimin. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed with a popsicle between his lips. “Huh Miss Hickeys?”

“Jimin.” You drag his name out, “It’s not a big deal!” you throw your hands up in exasperation. “We were just really drunk and it didn’t mean anything. Just two drunk idiots.”

“Idiots, for sure.” Jimin sucks on the tip of the popsicle while he speaks.

“Seriously, it isn’t a big deal. We’re both over it.”

“Are you? You like him and he…fuck, this is getting so ridiculous. Promise me, just promise me…you will tell him the truth? You might be sur—”

“Jimin, stop.”

Jimin huffs out a deep, long breath and rolls his eyes at you.

“No.” he says matter of fact. “I won’t stop until you two talk.”

“Anyway there’s something more important we need to talk about…” you begin, “He told me about his mom.”

Jimin’s expression goes from shocked to guilty. He takes a few moments to finish the popsicle, biting the last inch or two and throwing the stick in the trashcan.

“I know. He told me.”

“Oh.”

“He’s been wanting to tell you for a long time y/n…but he just—”

“I know. It must have been really hard for him…all this time…”

“Yeah.” Jimin bows his head, “Me and Tae are the only ones who know because we were friends with him when it happened. That’s the only reason why or else I’m not sure anyone would know.”

“Is that…is that Jungkook’s secret? That you three…”

Jimin’s eyes expand as he realizes what you are talking about.

“N-No.” He admits softly, “That’s something else. That’s something Jungkook will definitely have to tell you on his own and trust me if you guys just talked…”

You tilt your head in confusion. What’s the correlation?

“Anyway, Jimin has Jungkook ever cried to you? About it all?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“He didn’t even cry at the funeral y/n.”

Fuck. You had a feeling. But knowing for sure is a whole other thing. The way Jungkook broke down in front of you felt like it was his first time and maybe it was and that makes your heart ache.

“Did he…cry? In front of you?” Jimin asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah…”

“Oh… he must really trust you.”

You only nod your head in response.

“If you guys just learned to communicate better…I’m really rooting for you two.”

Your heart swells at Jimin’s little confession and you nod your head again, this time with tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Thanks Jimin.” Finally, you feel supported. And it makes you breathe just a little easier.

“I know things haven’t always been easy with you two ever since the Tae thing…but honestly this goes back even further. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. We…I don’t know what’s with us.” You chuckle bitterly.

“I do. And I am going to force you two to talk one of these days. I swear on it. I will give you guys some time but damn babe, this is just…” Jimin releases a long breath. “Just don’t give up, okay?”

“Can’t you just tell me?” you don’t mean to sound like you are begging but you kind of do.

“No. It’s truly truly not my place.”

“I can’t just assume what you are talking about, you know? I can’t hope for the best then get crushed. That’s too scary, Jimin.”

“I understand babe.” Jimin scoots closer to you until he’s within arms-reach and caresses your calve. “Just talk to him, please.”

“Too scary.”

“One of these days one of you will have the courage.”

~~~~~~

“And what could be in this little baggy of yours?” Yoongi grins, showing his wonderful gummy smile.

“I brought you 2 cookies Mister Oatmeal Raisin!” You shake the little bag in front of his face in a teasing manner and he chuckles.

“What did I do to deserve your kindness?” He takes the baggy from you and inspects both cookies. “You decided not to be bratty today?” he questions with a smile. “These cookies are perfect.”

You decided to visit the record shop today, on this fine afternoon. It’s one of those days where it’s cloudy and looks like it could rain but it never does. You love days like that.

“This place looks so nice!” you say, bobbing your head around to get a proper look.

“There’s a section where you can sit and drink coffee…it’s not much but its cozy. Wanna check it out?” Yoongi offers, gesturing towards the other side of the shop.

“Yeah.” You say, “Lead the way.”

He guides you to the other side of the shop next to a window. There’s a table for two and he’s right—it is cozy looking.

You sit down and wait for Yoongi as he fetches two coffees, which you are so excited about since you have a fucking addiction.

He sets a cup down in front of you and takes his seat.

“So any new happy moments in life? Anything new to be grateful for?”

“I—”

“That’s a trick question,” Yoongi’s eyes go small as he smiles widely, “There’s always new moments to be grateful for.”

You can’t help but laugh, you bring the steaming hot coffee to your mouth and you blow on the liquid multiple times before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip.

“Yes I guess so.” You smile.

“And what are they?”

“I’m grateful the sun is hiding today, I like the clouds a lot.”

“I love that.” Yoongi takes a sip of his own coffee. “What else?”

“I’m happy you brought me coffee.”

“I’m glad I somehow made it on your list of things.”

“What about you?” you ask.

“I’m grateful my A.C is working again!” he laughs, “It was actually broken for a couple days and I had like 5 fans plugged in around the place. I don’t think anyone wanted to come in here.”

“Oh no! Well, I’m glad it’s working!”

“How are things with your friend Jungkook? You guys were complicated last time I checked.”

You raise your brows in surprise that Yoongi would bring up Jungkook. But somehow you also aren’t surprised, it seems Yoongi takes a genuine interest in your life.

“We’re actually doing okay…” You bring the coffee back to your lips, taking another sip when—

“Have you told him your feelings yet?” Yoongi casually takes a gulp of coffee as you choke on yours.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry…was that too forward?” Yoongi sets his cup down. “To be fair, you both are very obvious.

“What do you means us ‘both’?” You grab a napkin and wipe your chin where coffee dribbled.

“He clearly likes you too.” Yoongi stares at you as you stare back with a blank expression, and he laughs. “You two remind me of myself and someone I used to know.”

“Used to?”

“We were never on the same page…too many missed opportunities that it ruined anything we could have had.” Yoongi frowns for a split second before breaking out into a soft, gummy smile. “I’d hate to see that happen to you.”

“Yoongi—”

“But if it does then better for me?” he whispers with a smile in his voice.

“What do you mean by—”

“Oh. But he has a girlfriend, right?” Yoongi cuts you off with his question.

“Not exactly but basically…”

Vanessa. Your stomach drops at the mention of her and you hate it. Why does she have to have such a strong affect on you? Why does she even have to exist? You mean, she can exist but maybe not in your life—or Jungkook’s life.

Suddenly, the doors bell goes off with a ding and Yoongi is smiling brightly at whoever just walked in. You continue to sip your coffee not giving it much mind.

“Taehyung!” Yoongi shouts out, standing from his chair to wave over his friend.

Wait, Taehyung? He can’t mean the same Taehyung—

“y/n?”

Oh shit. You turn around in your seat and your face falls when you see him. Even on this cloudy day his skin is so golden like the sun is shining down on him, he looks bright and beautiful. As usual.

“Hi Taehyung.” You wave awkwardly. He can immediately tell how uncomfortable you are, his face deepening into a frown.

“I can come by later…” he offers to you.

“No, no. Don’t be ridiculous.” You try smiling but it’s quite tense.

Yoongi looks between you two and he points between your bodies.

“You two know each other?”

“We went to school together, had mutual friends blah blah blah.” You say.

Taehyung only agrees with the nod of his head. Yoongi blinks at your two and opens his mouth to say ‘Ah.’ And heads to the back for another cup of coffee.

“How have you been y/n?” Taehyung asks awkwardly, he shifts from one foot to the other as he stands here.

“Pretty good, I think.”

“You think?” he chuckles. “Hey, sorry if my texts bother you…”

“They don’t.” you say honestly. “Sorry I don’t always reply.”

“It’s okay, I understand. How’s…Jungkook?” Taehyung eyes shoot down to the floor. “He doesn’t answer my texts either. It really hurts to see years of friendship go down the drain…”

“He’s mad at you Tae,” You begin, “But I think one of these days he will chill out.” You laugh and this makes Taehyung ease up.

“He really fucking loves you.”

“Well we are best friends… sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“We kind of stopped talking for a little while but we’re back to being friends.” You try explaining but Yoongi is walking back in with a cup of coffee in hand. He hands it to Taehyung, which he accepts gratefully.

“You’re here for that new Jazz mix record, right? I have it behind the counter for you.” Yoongi says to Taehyung and Taehyung only gives him a thumbs up. He eyes you curiously, wondering what the hell happened between you and Jungkook.

“I have to get back to work boys!” You stand from the table, “Thanks for the coffee Yoongs”

Yoongi smiles at the new nickname.

“And maybe I’ll see you around, Tae?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung gives you his signature boxy grins and you feel like maybe things all around are getting better. Just maybe.

~~~~~

Jungkook has his hands knotted in Vanessa’s hair as she chokes on his cock, her lips wrapped around it fully.

“Fuck.” Jungkook whines out, “I’m so close.”

Vanessa only moans in response, she continues to bob her head up and down on his dick making his orgasm approach quickly.

“Gonna come, gonna come.”

And he does, he comes down her throat and she swallows it all perfectly. Only a drop or two left behind on her lips which she quickly wipes away with her fingers.

Vanessa stands to her feet and Jungkook pulls her in for a quick kiss.

“That was good…” he says, somewhat out of breath.

“Glad.” She says smoothly, going in for another kiss. This time she lingers, her lips lasting for a moment longer on his.

Vanessa’s fingers brush against his neck, she traces the outline of one last bruise left on the side below his ear.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” she smiles coyly. “You two sure are weird.” She says flatly.

“Vanessa…”

“It’s fine. I know you know I still see him. It’s not like we agreed to be exclusive.” She taps her skinny fingers on his chest.

“But we are trying aren’t we? To make this work?”

“You aren’t trying very hard, are you?” the amusement in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“He cheated on you, Vanessa. Why are you still seeing him? I thought you said he has a girlfriend now?”

Vanessa pauses her tapping on his chest, her eyes go wide for a second. Like, for a second she wasn’t void of emotion.

“He does.” She says smoothly before she begins tapping her fingers against his chest again.

“He cheated on me with this girl.” She admits, “Little does this bitch know—”

“Is that healthy? Getting revenge?” Jungkook asks, concern lacing his voice.

Vanessa continues to tap her fingers as she narrows her eyes at Jungkook.

“You want to talk to me about what’s healthy?” her empty laugh fills the room.

“I want you to stop.” Jungkook’s hands go to her hips, “Let’s be exclusive, Vanessa.”

“I can’t stop…” she whispers softly, “I can’t let go.”

Jungkook observes Vanessa for a few moments, she looks as vulnerable as she did the first time she talked about her ex with him. He feels sorry for her. He really does want her to move on, for her own sake.

“You can move forward, Vanessa. You have me.”

Vanessa looks into his eyes, studying his serious expression. She can tell he means well but…she doesn’t have him. She never will.

“Please Vanessa, we can make this work.” He begs, yes begs.

Vanessa tilts her head to the side. Oh? This must be his desperation talking, she thinks. His desperation to get over you. She knows this. And she doesn’t hold it against him and instead she decides to help him.

“Okay, let’s make this work.”

~~~~~~~

y/n 8:09pm

On a scale of 1-10 how bad do you wanna watch spirited away right now?

Jungkook 8:15pm

11 girl don’t play

y/n 8:16pm

I thought so, I think this means you need to come over and watch it w meeee

Jungkook 8:20pm

Lemme shower and I’ll be over:)

y/n 8:22pm

Bring beer pllllssss

Jungkook 8:42pm

On my way

y/n 8:45pm

Drive safe bb

It’s around 9pm exactly when you hear soft knocking on the front door. You scurry towards the door and open it, finding Jungkook on the other side. He is wearing your favorite gray puma sweat suit and his hair is wavy and damp. He smiles at you when he sees you eyeing him up and down.

“Like what you see?” he teases.

“Wow, what a classic line Jungkook. Real original.” You scoff, letting the boy through.

Jungkook walks in, setting down a case of beer on the breakfast table.

“I brought our favorite.” He gestures towards the beer on the table. “Let’s drink it while it’s nice and chilly.”

“Agreed. I already have the movie set up.” You point towards the T.V “Ready for our viewing pleasure.”

“Where’s Holly?” Jungkook takes two beers from the case, handing one over to you.

“Her and Trina went out to some bar, I didn’t feel like going.” You take the beer and twist off the cap, Jungkook does the same. You two clank the bottles together in cheers and take a few sips.

“Ah.” You say, the refreshing beer making you feel well, refreshed.

“Because you don’t feel like going to a bar? Or because you would rather hang out with me?” Jungkook smirks, taking another sip of his beer.

“Because I didn’t feel like getting pretty.” You bring the beer to your lips, but you don’t drink from the bottle, just waiting for a response instead.

“You’re always pretty.”

You take a sip of the beer, feeling satisfied with his response. “I know.” You half joke.

“Let’s go to a bar.” Jungkook blurts out.

“W-What?”

“Let’s go in our lounge clothes.” He smiles, “Let’s just do it.”

“No!” you laugh out, “We look like slobs. Well, I do. You look…” your hand motions towards his body, “You know, you look…”

“Are you trying to say I’m hot, y/n?” Jungkook’s sly smile grows as he drinks his beer.

“You know what I mean.” You huff out.

“Well, I think the same of you. So let’s go.”

You can’t help but laugh, you continue to drink your beer back, the liquid settling nicely.

“Okay. Fuck it, let’s do it.” You can’t help but grin, the idea of going to a bar in yoga pants and a t shirt with your sort of best friend sounds so great to you.

“But maybe a little makeup…” Jungkook starts chuckling as you hit his arm with your fist.

“Shut up.”

The bar is mostly pretty casual, maybe not as casual as you and Jungkook but still casual.

Only a small handful of people are actually dressed nicely, but mostly are in jeans and nice shirts. Somehow Jungkook is still the hottest guy here. Even in his sweat suit. You’re surprised you two even got let in, does this place not have some sort of dress code? Guess not.

It’s pretty loud inside, the place has a live band and a decent dance floor. You and Jungkook head towards the bar and take your seats.

The bartender takes a few minutes to reach you two and when she does she automatically nods at Jungkook for his order.

“Two long islands please.” He says, he smirks towards you and you smile back. Long islands? Oh you���re getting drunk drunk tonight.

“You got it.” She smiles at him with all her teeth, and turns around to start mixing the drinks.

“Long islands, huh?” you rest your head in your hand on the bar top.

“I figure neither of us are driving tonight, we might as well go hard.” Jungkook smiles at you. “I’ll buy this first round?”

“Sounds good to me.” You bump fists with Jungkook with a wide smile. “Wanna make a bet?”

“What’s that?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you.

“I bet you $5 that by the end of the night the bartender will hit on you.”

“But I also bet $5 that the bartender will hit on me.” Jungkook pouts.

You stare at him in disbelief at his cockiness and you burst out into giggles.

“Fair enough.” You say between laughs.

The bartender slides two drinks to you and Jungkook, she twists and twirls her hair in her fingers as she asks Jungkook how it tastes. He takes a sip and gives her a thumbs up, you can’t help but snicker.

“Can we also get two tequila shots?” you wave at the bartender. She turns to face you and frowns.

“Sure.” She puts on a fake smile and turns to fill up two shot glasses with tequila. She sets them in front of you a Jungkook and tells you the amount due.

“Tequila shots? Are we trying to fucking die tonight?” Jungkook chuckles from beside you. He grabs two limes and hands you one.

“To us.” You say, lifting your shot in the air.

“To you.” Jungkook whispers as you clank glasses and throw back the shots.

Holy shit, you are fucking wasted. After several tequila shots and a few long islands you and Jungkook are barely holding on. Okay, fine. It’s not that bad. But you guys are really drunk!

His hand hasn’t left your waist for hours, and it feels so fucking nice. It feels perfect. It feels right.

“y/n?” a voice calls out to you. You know this voice, really well in fact.

“Taehyung!” you cheer. You stumble forward and go in for a high five and his drunk ass high fives you back.

“Fancy seeing you again.” You giggle.

Jungkook’s hand grips your waist tighter as he narrows his eyes at Taehyung.

“What do you mean again?” Jungkook asks, his voice low.

“We ran into each other at my friend Yoongi’s” you slur out.

“Hi Jungkookie.” Taehyung awkwardly sways back and forth, his words also slurred. It’s obvious he’s on the same level as drunk as you.

“…Hey.” Jungkook hesitates to respond, he looks between you two. “y/n…is this okay? Talking to him?”

“Hm? Oh? Yeah.” You stare at Jungkook blankly. Why wouldn’t it be, you think.

“Jungkook, maybe we could talk just the two of us?”

You look between the boys and somehow you feel yourself sobering up just a bit.

“Uh. I’ll go to the bathroom.” You say, already walking away.

“You know how sorry I feel.” Taehyung begins, “About everything.”

“What’s everything?” Jungkook mumbles under his breath.

“I’m sorry for what I did to y/n. But I am also sorry for holding your secret over you like that to keep mine.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook slurs out, “That was fucked up.”

“I miss you guys…” Taehyung takes a sip of his drink, “Even Jimin barely talks to me.”

“Shouldn’t have messed with our girl.”

“You mean, your girl.” Taehyung drunkenly corrects Jungkook.

“Whatever.”

“Seriously man, when are you just going to grow the fucking balls?” Taehyung raises his voice just a bit, “It’s clear how you both feel—”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about man, plus I have a girlfriend now—”

“You guys are official now?” You walk up to the boys, cutting in. You feel like maybe he’s just saying that.

“y/n…yeah, we just made it official.” Jungkook admits, running a hand through his hair, sighing out in frustration.

Oh. You feel your heart begin to crumble. They’re dating for real now?

“Do you have feelings for her?” You blurt out.

Jungkook shifts from one foot to another, he breathes in and out in and out. He bites on his bottom lip, thinking of how to respond.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

Well, at least he’s honest.

“Well, I’m going to head back to my friends…” Taehyung butts in awkwardly. “It was nice seeing you two.” And with that he’s slipping away in the crowd.

“Wanna dance?” you say, trying your best to change the subject. You decide you don’t want to know his answer.

“Sure.” Jungkook smiles at you, he reaches for your hand and you squeeze his tightly. You guide him to the dance floor, the song is a slow one. You two look at one another but there’s nothing awkward about this. He guides your arms to wrap around his neck and his hands circle around your waist, he pulls you in close as you two sway to the music.

“Never go 3 months without me again.” You whisper into his neck.

“W-Why are you bringing that up now?”

“I have to keep my eyes on you, Jungkook. Without my supervision you go off and get yourself a girlfriend.” Your drunken words pierce his heart.

“Is that a problem?” He whispers back. “Yes, a big problem.” You lean back to get a look at his face, he’s already staring down at you, he somehow brings you in even closer.

“Whys that?” He breathes out.

“Want you all for myself.” You admit, drunk words are sober thoughts right?

“You want me baby?” Jungkook leans down until he’s so close, like he cannot control it.

“Yes.” You blink up at him, your lips parted.

The song changes but you two continue to dance like it’s a slow song.

“I bet you $5 that some guy will hit on you in the next couple of minutes.”

You tilt your head and drunkenly giggle, “I highly doubt that.”

Jungkook reaches in his back pocket and hands you a five dollar bill.

“What’s this f—”

“You’re so fucking beautiful” and then his lips are just a mere inch away from yours before he’s pulling back with a look of horror and guilt plastered on his face.

“I—I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m with Vanessa now. I’m just drunk. I’m really drunk. You’re really drunk. We don’t know what we’re doing.” He drunkenly rambles.

You feel your heart sink down into your lower belly, you feel it crack and break into a million pieces. That’s right. Vanessa. He’s making it work with that girl.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“You’re my best friend y/n.” Jungkook slurs out, “I’m trying so hard not to ruin that.”

You only nod your head.

“Let’s go home.” You say.

~~~~~~

Your bed is comfy as ever, especially this drunk. Jungkook takes his shirt off and slips into the sheets, settling next to you.

“Wanna cuddle?” he offers.

“I don’t know if Vanessa would like that.” You slur.

“Right.” Jungkook lays on his back, his arms folding beneath his head. “Should I sleep in the living room?”

“No. I want you here.” You admit between soft breaths. “I always want you here.” You yawn out.

“Good.” Jungkook reaches out to hold you, “I don’t think Vanessa will mind if I cuddle my best friend for just five minutes.”

“Five minutes only” you tease. You shuffle closer to him, his warmth escaping his body and clinging to yours.

You two fall asleep like this. Morning comes slowly, like the world is giving you a chance to really appreciate one another’s company. Like the world knows that moments like this are so hard to come by. Like the world knows that you two need this.

When you wake up the next day, its half past noon. You’re still in Jungkook’s arms while he is dead asleep. You nuzzle into his chest and thank the world for giving you this moment. This moment to embrace him like he is yours, a moment to kiss his cheek like he is yours, a moment to whisper you love him like he is yours.

But he isn’t. He isn’t yours and that’s the reality. But you thank the world nonetheless. Because you need these moments to stay sane. But how do you two always end up like this? Can you keep blaming the alcohol? He tried to kiss you last night and that’s also the reality.

Jungkook wanted to kiss you. Can he keep saying it’s just because he’s drunk?

But he’s with Vanessa now and you have to respect that. And you will respect that.

You thank the world though, that right now he’s in your arms, breathing your air, and sharing this moment. Just you and him.

Finally, after another half hour Jungkook begins to stir in his sleep.

You stare at him as he wakes up and his sleepy eyes find yours.

“G’morning.” His voice is low and raspy and you want to swoon.

“Hi.”

“We…” he looks between your bodies. “Didn’t do anything, right?”

You feel your chest tighten, “No, Jungkook.” You answer calmly.

“Okay…” Jungkook frowns, “We can’t keep doing this, can we?”

Somehow you know exactly what he’s talking about, you can’t keep building this tension between you two. It goes nowhere.

“No” You admit softly, “We can’t.”

You think about Jimin’s words…could Jungkook…? But you don’t want to jump to happy conclusions, put yourself out there and then be wrong. But he tried to fucking kiss you. The girls were right, is this really all for you? You can’t keep doing this. It’s not good for you. “We really can’t.” you say again.

Jungkook smiles, but its soft and sad and makes you want to kiss his pouting lips until he shows you a real smile but you can’t.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Jungkook moves to his back, he stares up at the ceiling.

“I was just really drunk.” He continues, “Drunk me is wild.” He chuckles awkwardly.

“Is that really an excuse anymore?” you feel brave enough to say.

“y/n…”

“Forget it. We’re okay.”

“Are we?” Jungkook moves back to his side, facing you. He gives you a troubled look and you melt. Why are you always melting because of this man?

“Yeah. What’s more important is that your birthday is next week…”

“Oh yeah.”

“Can I be in charge of your party?”

“I don’t want a party, just a couple of friends.”

“Let me host it!”

“Okay, fine.” Jungkook smiles, “I can’t wait.”

“Do I have to invite Vanessa?”

“y/n.” Jungkook groans.

“Kidding!” you sing. Although, you aren’t entirely sure that you’re just kidding.

“It would be nice if you could plan this with Vanessa actually…she mentioned wanting to do something nice for my birthday too.” He sort of whispers out, like he didn’t want you to actually hear.

“Oh.” You aren’t sure what to say. You obviously don’t want co-host a get together with Vanessa but she is his girlfriend after all.

“Fine.”

You and Vanessa? Let’s see how this goes.