#cloud’s just tryna be a good friend

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Wait. What about Cloud who keeps trying to hook Zack and Aerith up cause all his days in Shinra were filled with Zack near constantly ranting about Aerith, and all his days travelling were spent with Aerith bringing up Zack and how he was her first love.

So now that Zack is back Cloud’s just tryna be a good friend and get out the way so they can have time together, but the two of them have also fallen for him and keep trying to woo him into joining their relationship.

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: Onyankopon x black reader

warnings: Jean slander, smut 18+

Need you

“And then the bitch scoffed and rolled her eyes like I didn't just apologize. I need to find a new place asap cause I swear next time she try me Imma fuck her up- “

“What I tell you bout cussing?” Ony’s deep voice filled the room, dark eyes piercing into yours as a warning.

“Anywaysss” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the side eye he was giving. “You’ve been awfully quiet since I came over. What’s going on?” You put your freshly manicured feet in his face.

“Nothing you’ve just been yapping the whole time.” He smirked.

“Rude” You gasped, nudging him with your toes.

“Nah I'm just chillin’. You know I like listening to you talk.” He shrugged, placing your legs into his lap. Lighting the blunt he just rolled, a cloud of smoke surrounding him as he took a hit.

“Whatever” You smiled as he passed it to you.

You and Ony often had moments like these, a smoke sesh usually spent with you talking about your week as he massaged your feet. Your relationship with Ony was…complicated. Ever since Sasha introduced you two, y'all were inseparable, constantly getting mistaken for a couple, and who could blame them?

Most thought this because Ony always had to be touching you, whether it was holding your hand, an arm around your shoulder, or a tight grip on your waist. However, for some, it was how you two would always disappear during the function. Claiming you were only talking, but the slight sheen on Ony’s lips and your slightly ruffled clothing told otherwise.

You weren’t quite friends with benefits. At least that's what you told yourselves. The whole ordeal just kinda happened. You were stressed over your midterms and Ony of course offered to help you study. Though after hours of reading flashcards and practice tests, you were still stressed and on the verge of tears when Ony offered another way to help you. That night you ended up with your legs in the air as Ony sucked the soul out of your pussy. Ever since then any inconvenience one had, the other would do their best to help relieve the stress. Your roommate upset you? Ony fed you long deep strokes, pampering you with soft kisses while he whispered in your ear. Ony was pissed that his supplier flaked on him? Ony would have the tightest grip on your hips as he drilled into you from behind, claiming the waves of your ass hypnotized him into forgetting what he was upset about. Some days neither of you needed an excuse. Some days you just craved each other.

Despite your unique relationship, you remained friends allowing the other to do what they pleased, though neither you nor Ony slept with or saw other people. Your dynamic was good and worked for both of you. That was until you started seeing Jean.

“You n that nigga Jean still fuckin around?” He broke the silence, waiting for your answer as your eyes met his.

“Ony” You groaned, the tight grip he had on your ankles preventing you from moving.

“What? I can’t ask you questions now?” He kissed his teeth, putting out the blunt.

“No, because any time you ask about Jean we end up getting into an argument and I’m really enjoying my time with you right now. So no, you cannot ask.”

“Whatever. I’m just tryna figure out when you gon stop playing in my face nd be with me instead of his bitchass.”

“Onyankopon '' You shrieked. You never understood why Ony hated Jean till a few weeks ago when Ony drunkenly confessed his feelings. At first, you thought he was joking but the look on his face told you otherwise. For a minute, you were happy. Ony was everything you had wanted in a boyfriend and you two had practically been in a relationship just without the labels. It wasn't till Jean texted you that you got upset. Why confess his feelings when you're finally in a relationship? Deciding it'd be best to forget about it, you put Ony to bed, hoping he'd also forget about his confession. Clearly, you were wrong.

“What? I don't understand what you see in him. He's annoying as fuck, and I'm pretty sure he has 4 brain cells. Maximum.” He rolled his eyes at the thought of Jean. “Why won't you give me a chance when I'm the one for you?”

“We've talked about this Ony.” You sighed. Conversations like these were becoming frequent and they were so tiring.

“No mama you've talked nd I've listened.” You thought about it, he wasn’t exactly wrong. Silently praying this wouldn't end up in an argument you gave him a chance.

“Okay. I'm listening.” You whispered.

“C’mere,” He released your ankles.

“Ony I’m not gonna-”

“[☆]” The dominance in his tone had you clenching around nothing.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as he told. The moment you sat on his lap you just knew how it was going to end.

“Why you with him instead of me? And don't feed me no bullshit” His large hands were rubbing up and down your thighs getting dangerously close to your pussy that desperately ached for him.

You tried and you tried but there wasn't any good reason as to why you were Jean. Sure he was cute but he had no idea how to make you feel special and overall just couldn't please you. In multiple ways. The main reason though was that he wasn’t Ony. He just asked first.

“I don't know, Ony” You finally sighed, looking everywhere but him.

Any discipline you had when it came to Ony vanished when his hand wrapped around your throat, the slight pressure on your carotid causing your brain to go fuzzy and your panties to get damp “Look at me”

“Be real. Please” Ony released his hold on your neck to grip your thighs.

“You had the longest opportunity to ask me to be with you but you never took the chance, yet when I'm finally in a relationship you suddenly wanna give up everything and take a chance to be with me and I feel like that’s not fair to me Ony.”

He rubbed his hands down his face with a sigh. “You're right.”

"I did have that opportunity and always hesitated. I always assumed it would be just you and me, that you wouldn't pursue other relationships because of our bond. Since the day we met, I've wanted you. I know this is unfair and I'm so sorry princess, but I can't ignore my feelings any longer. Jean can't possibly be the man you want, the man you deserve. But I can. I promise to take the chance if you just give me another opportunity, and I'll do everything in my power to make you proud. You’re my best friend, my favorite person in the whole universe and I'm determined to be the person you need. I love you [☆].”

“Ony” you huffed, feeling as if all air was being vacuumed out of your lungs at his confession.

“Please. Lemme show you how much I love you.” He whispered, closing the distance that separated you. “Please” He captured your lips, his usual sweet taste with a hint of spiciness from the weed clouding your thoughts. Oh, how you missed this. Missed him. The kiss was intimate and familiar, the passion growing with each second. Ony’s hands roamed your body, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs before traveling to your ass, taking pleasure in the soft moan you let out, and using the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. On instinct, your hips rocked down onto him.

“Fuck, baby. I missed you” He groaned, flipping you onto your back.

“Ony we can’t” You huffed, despite the wetness growing in between your thighs. God he looked so good. His muscles bulged as he took his shirt off, your eyes trailed down his torso, mouth watering at the prominent v-line peeking from his low sitting sweats.

“Do you want this? Yes, or no?” His tongue traced lazy patterns on your skin as he littered your neck with kisses.

“Ony I-”

“Yes or no [☆]?” He nipped on your earlobe, hand dipping below the waistband of your leggings.

“Fuck, Ony” his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of your thong, fingers slipping through your folds. Gathering your arousal before circling your clit in tight circles. “Yes, please”

“Then shut up and lemme show you how much I love you” He murmured as he undressed you. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, he lapped at your folds like a starved man, his tongue repeatedly flicking your clit. “Missed you so fucking much. Don't ever give my pussy away again. You hear me?” He muttered, sliding two digits past your entrance. The action was easy with how wet you were.

“Ony” Your thighs threatened to close around his head.

“Answer me or I'm stopping” He slowed his movements, leaving you needy.

“It's yours. I'm yours pa, I promise” Your legs shook as he continued to give you slow strokes, the addition of another finger having you seeing stars. “O-Ony wait” You panted, attempting to push his head away but he refused to let up on your pussy, never wanting to stop till he and his couch were soaked in your essence as he lapped at your clit.

“Ony I’m so-fuck I'm so close” Your words encouraged him to speed up as he repeatedly hit the spongy spot of your walls. “Ony” Your walls clenched around his fingers, leaving little room for his fingers to continue as you reached your peak.

Despite your thighs tightening around his head he continued his assault on your pussy. It wasn't until he was finally satisfied with slurping up your arousal, that he pulled away pressing gentle kisses on your throbbing clit as he pulled his soaked fingers out of your walls.

“Missed you so much” He mumbled, giving you the nastiest kiss ever, your arousal all over his lower face.

“I missed you too”

“Yeah?” He grabbed your hips, positioning you on all fours.

“Ony” You whined, pout forming on your lips as you looked back. His dick standing tall now that it was no longer confined. God, please let me have feeling in my legs tomorrow.

“I know you ain't think I was done. You played in my face and let another nigga hit and think I'm not finna put you back in your place? Nah, both you and this pussy need a reminder of who you belong to” He slid his dick through your folds, your cream acting as lube.

“Matter a fact” He lined up at your entrance just as your phone started ringing ‘Jean baby’ flashing on the bright screen.

“Lemme show this nigga too.”

first time ever writing smut nd even though it was short it took me foreverrr but i think it turned out okay. also so sorry for all my Jean girlies out there lol. anyways i hope you enjoyed nd any feedback is greatly appreciated. mwah

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

Summary: Steve is jealous, and it has some delicious consequences.

Warnings: Language, dom!Steve, jealous!Steve, possessive!Steve, references smut, slight smut, and NSFW.

A/N: Hi, everyone! Slowly tryna edge back into this writing thing. Here’s some filth! Much love to y’all! ❤️

Steve Harrington is seething. The kind of grit your teeth until they ache, fists clenching knuckle white, nails leaving their printed shapes behind in the flesh of palms - type of anger. There’s a blazing inferno clouding the mossy embers within his eyes, dilating his pupils into an intergalactic abyss. He’s worked himself up about it since he saw his former best-friend (and your high school tormenter) Tommy H, flirting with you at the video store when he came back in from his lunch break earlier in the day. It built into undeniable stormy waters on his drive home, leaving him with a clear objective: claim.

You’re expecting this, especially the moment that you hear his car door slam moments later, knowing his cool demeanor at playing it off when he saw you trying to casually brush Tommy away, was all a smoke screen. Steve isn’t upset at you, that much is clear. But you are well aware that he’s probably going to need whatever is going to take place when he gets into the apartment. He needs to be this way right now, desires to stake his claim over you. His footsteps find the decorative welcome mat and his key slides into the lock.

Fuck. You want to sing, a ping pong of sensations firing off the walls inside of you, taking dents out internal flesh, pushing onto organs.

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat, perspiration slick against your thighs, among other things. You’re already changed for an evening at home — baggy sleep shirt, a pair of Steve’s tube socks, and panties. The sound of the door closing and his jacket as it’s rushed off his body, you clasp your hands together and wait at the entryway for him. Excitement doesn’t begin to cover how you feel, adrenaline coursing through your veins, prickling you with a specific electricity. Watching Steve’s messy hair (he’s definitely been tugging on it) makes itself known first, followed by his extremely tight jeans and long sleeved navy shirt - it makes you gulp into your initial reaction.

He smells so good. That musky odor of leftover cologne hanging just beneath the sweat of him. He’s staring right back at you now, hands finding his hips, nostrils flaring, brows pinched. My god, you can barely see the color of his irises. You’re wetting your lips when he speaks.

“Find a chair and get your ass in it.”

There’s a vibrating pulse between your legs that Steve can tell when you tighten your thighs together, nodding. He smirks, waving his massive palm towards your shared living room. He’s right on you, warm, breath on your neck, that delicious sound of his hands working on the click of his button and metallic clip from his zipper. His shoes hit the floor the moment that you pull up a simple easy chair you’d had in the reading area you’ve sat aside in the corner of your living room. Steve appreciates you working a little harder for his pleasure, versus just plopping into the lazy boy (not that he’d really mind either way) You’re such a good girl for him.

He kneels as you settle, flinging his shirt off and baring that scrumptious jungle gathered along his torso, silver chain nestled at his collar bone line. He’s hard, hand already in the elastic of his underwear, petting, rewarding himself to punish you. His spare hand parts your legs with a crude wideness, enough that you double over against his mouth, his knees pressing to your own, nose nudging your cheekbone until it finds the bridge of your own nose. His breath spray is faint compared to the scent of nicotine when his mouth parts (he’s been smoking to calm himself. it’s gonna be one of those nights where you know you won’t be walking tomorrow morning without a limp - god, you can’t wait), lips then pursing back together to kiss you on your mouth’s corner, before giving into you and stealing you into an overpowering, but welcomed kiss that captures the breath from your lungs.

Let Steve have your breath. They’re all his anyways. All of you belongs to Steve Harrington.

And as he meets your glazed over, fucked out line of sight, thumbpad grazing your jaw - he knows.

[p1utofairy]

PICK A CARD

“something heavenly led me to you.”

★ what will your future partner’s family & friends think of you?

DISCLAIMER: take what resonates, leave what doesn't. omg s/o to anon for requesting this — this was such a cool read so thank you for sharing this idea. enjoy bbys.

PILE 1. ❄️

how their family views you:

pile one i feel like your future partner’s mother is really going to like you! your person could come from a culturally different background, but you two just make sense together. i think that your charisma/mindset/demeanor is what initially made your person fall head over heels for you - and your charm will work just as much on their family as it does on them. their mother is going to ADORE you! omg i see the mom pulling your person aside towards the end of the evening (it looks like a dinner or a social gathering of some sort) and they whisper to them, “you picked a good one. i’m proud of you.” AWWW they have this twinkle in their eyes like they’re about to cry. you’re everything that they could’ve ever hoped/prayed for your person to bring home. you’ve got the whole package in their eyes! you might be a little shy when you first meet their family — i’m seeing you get all antsy and jittery while you’re getting ready, but your person is going to hold your hand the whole way through…you will never feel alone.

even when you’re talking to their family members, i see them keeping a gentle hand on your back or their arm resting on the back of your chair; just little gestures and signs to make you feel comfortable and secure. i don’t think they’ve ever really brought anyone home to meet their parents/family…i’m seeing that scene from ‘how to lose a guy in 10 days’ after the game of bullshit, andie is like “how many other girls have lost this game?” or something like that and ben’s mom is like “what other girls, honey? you’re the first girl he’s ever brought home.” and andie’s face drops like WHAT?!?!! lol yeah that’ll be your reaction if that ends up being the case, cause it'll just solidify how your person has never experienced something as real and beautiful as the connection they share with you.

your persons family will see that they’re making an effort with you. they may have been a bit of a player before they met you, but you unlock a different side of your partner that they’ve never seen before. they’re like “[YOUR PARTNER'S NAME]? is that you?” LOL they’ll be thoroughly shocked when they see how enraptured and affectionate they are with you. i’m hearing caught up in the rapture by anita baker mhm they loooooveeeeee you, pile 1. i’m tryna not to cry :,) but they love you so damn much it's so wholesome. every moment with them is gonna feel like you're on cloud 9 — this is a whimsical ‘once in a life time’ type of love. they would scream their love for you from the mountain tops if that's what was asked of them. you make them feel like they can do anything, and that's why their family is gonna love you so much. you bring out the best in this person, UGH. LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS.

how their friends view you:

not far off from how their family will feel about you — their friends will also approve of you! like i said before, you seriously bring out another side of your partner that they haven’t even seen before either. if anything, they feel like their friend is more motivated and less in their head about shit since you’ve come into the picture. i think your partner used to be really pessimistic and a bit of a downer when it came to love/relationships, but meeting you helped them realize that love truly is real. their friends will think that you’re very witty and knowledgeable, you may like to debate about certain topics and they’ll find it hilarious and engage with you. they may also think that you're a bit stubborn lol but ultimately you’re persuasive enough to make them see your point of view. i think they'll really like you, and they'll love how different you are from the previous love interests your person would bring around/talk about.

PILE 2. 🌬️

how their family views you:

hey pile 2! i'm ngl i'm kinda picking up on some mommy issues here? i don't think your partner has the greatest relationship with their mother. they posibly had an absent mother or their mother was very cold towards them growing up. your person had to grow up fast (they didn't have a choice) is what i'm hearing. if not that, then they might’ve grew up in a household where love and care was never displayed or given to them. your persons energy is very masculine and kind of cold.

they didn't have a stable home life growing up, so the idea of "family" is a bit foreign to them. YOU are their family, their home (ugh i'm not gonna cryyyyyy) and their light. before you came into their life, they were solely content with just being alone and doing what they wanted to do, cause they felt like nobody truly cared enough about them. damn someone was really tough on them — TW [one of their parents might've been addicted to drugs/alcohol/abusive] i'm sensing a feeling of neglect from your person's childhood.

their father may have raised them or an older brother or an uncle…idk there's an important masculine figure in their life that tries to help them navigate through life. this male figure will approve of you and this relationship — this is the first time in forever that they've actually seen your partner truly happy. they know what this person’s been through, and how much their trauma has held them back from positive experiences; but again, you’re the light in their life. love by musiq soulchild is playing, “through all the ups and downs the joy and hurt…love. for better or worse i still will choose you first.” your person will take this leap of faith and take a chance on this connection…that's how deep their emotions run for you.

it's gonna take everything in them not to self-sabotage due to their trauma, but this masculine figure in their life is going to have a talk with them and really make them think about what they’d be giving up if they were to let you go. after this conversation they're going to realize how much you mean to them and how they can't imagine a world without you being by their side — they're gonna put a ring on it. YUP PILE 2. you heal this person in so many ways that i can't even fully express. they’re always learning something new from you and they see you as such a positive influence in their life.

how their friends view you:

their friends know how much they've been through, and how hard it was for your person to get close to anyone platonically let alone romantically. so you coming into your partner's life will be an absolute shock to them, but they'll be super appreciative of you! they see the passion and happiness you ignite in their friend, pile 2. they'll think you're an absolute gem. they'll be happy that you two are together and i see them clowning their friend (all in good humor) about how sprung you got them lol this is so light-hearted compared to their family dynamic. your partner’s friends really became their family — they were right there in their time of need. i feel like you and their friend group will mesh together so well.

PILE 3. ☃️

how their family views you:

seeing how tight knit this person is with their family might be a bit intimidating at first, pile 3. you're gonna be in your head like "omg will they like me? will i fit in?" their family dynamic might differ from yours in terms of how they talk/interact/express themselves — you might be used to sitting back and keeping to yourself during family events. you're not loud or overly expressive when communicating with/around your family, so seeing how boisterous and animated this person and their family members can be will catch you off guard.

i'm seeing that they might be big football fans or something of that nature where they’ll host a party/gathering and have drinks, food, entertainment — i'm getting a lot of fun and playful energy from your persons family! they'll see that you naturally keep to yourself, but that won't stop them from encouraging you to join the festivities and make you feel welcomed. i see you joining them on a lot of trips, vacations, gatherings, parties, etc. you're gonna have a ball with your future partner's family. you’ll love to see your partner in their element…that’s what’s going to make you want to open up and join in with them.

your future partner’s family will think that you have a great head on your shoulders, and they’ll truly see how much you’ve ground your partner. your person is naturally funny and flirty (they could possibly be an air sign) but their family will notice a newfound sense of maturity about them. i can hear them asking your partner, "when are you ever going to grow up?” lol they are just full of so much energy and they're playful at heart.

they operate a lot from their inner child and that's what will make you fall for them. you are rigid when it comes to letting your hair down, and just doing whatever you want whenever you want. however, your person has mastered the concept of spontaneity! they love doing things on the whim and just saying “FUCK IT, WE BALL!!!" i mean don't get me wrong they can be practical and level-headed, but they also want to be happy and allow themselves to experience the joys in life.

random but they might love ‘the dark knight’ movie and quote the joker a lot cause i'm hearing “why so serious?” lol your person is a goofball…it's so cute and it also makes sense, because their family is so down to earth and ‘go with the flow’ type of people. their family will feel like you’re a great addition to the family, and they’ll feel so proud that your partner found someone like you.

how their friends view you:

your partner’s friends are gonna feel like you’re hot as fuck? uh OKAY then! you def are attractive af pile 3 but damn someone in this friend group might be plottin' frfr uhm. i'm feeling like this is one specific friend…the rest of their friends are gonna be happy about this relationship but this specific person is giving off weird vibes 😬 like i can see you and your partner sitting on the couch all close and cuddly, in y’alls own little cutesy bubble, and this person is watching y'all from a distance thinking to themselves that should be me like WHAT?! this specific friend feels like you're a rare catch…they are giving off immature vibes ugh they could be younger than your partner or just really really childish i don't like it. they definitely want your person to fumble but guess what — that's not happening! your person will come to see them for who they truly are and they will cut them off expeditiously LOL GOOD RIDDANCE. you and your future partner's relationship will prevail and the foundation you two are building together will remain solid.

[pixiesfz]

ohhh would love a rivals to lovers for teagan if you're up for it x

oh hell yes.

bruins suck t.m x r

plot: you are the leading striker for USC and you can’t help but catch the eye of your rivals goal keeper

warning: none atm but we will see

“You are a legend!” Jane cheered, jumping on your back, followed by others as you smiled yourself.

You had scored the winning penalty for the first UCLA verse USC match of your senior year, your yell of joy being clouded by smoke from the cold night weather.

The game had been at a deadlock 1-1 from the first half, neither team having a ball go into the net into the second.

USC were a bit more competitive than UCLA, your coach was a bit tougher and he had been worse since you came back from the last season.

This game was very important to you, whereas it was an opening match for the Bruins.

Your teammates finally got off of you as UCLA started to line up for hand shakes, with a giddy smile on your face you went to the back of the line.

Happily you shook the hands of the UCLA girls knowing they knew you were the girl that secured your win.

You also knew them, at least the seniors sharing some smiles until you reached the end to their goal keeper.

Teagan Micah.

With you a striker and Teagan a goal keeper you knew eachother faces, and a face she had.

You would never ever admit it though, she was thick and through UCLA and you were USC.

Your mother, father and brother hand gone there and you were finishing the legacy.

“Good game y/l/n finally got it into the net”

“At least I got it in when it mattered”

Teagan smirked, she loved working you up after a game, Win or loss

You knew what she was doing, you always did but you let it happen knowing it made her feel better a bit about herself.

“You guys going out to celebrate?” She asked and you looked back to your friends who were laughing around, your coach watching from afar, a smile nowhere near his face.

“I uhm- I think so” you said, your eyes darting between them and Teagan “You think so?” She asked and you nodded before realising you were speaking nicely to the opposition

“What you tryna get an invitation?” You asked with a smile and she shook her head “oh please a night with you I could only imagine where that would lead us”

“Not in your bed at least”

“Oh so you suggest yours?”

You rolled your eyes “how many comebacks you got in that head of yours?” You ask and she smirked again

You wanted to kiss fight that smirk off her face.

“Depends how many insults you got” she said before both of your names were called out for interviews “Just remember who won tonight Micah!” You yell on your way to your smiling team.

“I don’t know what I enjoy watching more you and Teagans relationship or you winning the game” one of your teammates perked up as you rolled your eyes

“Bruins suck”.

You all went to a local frat party that night meeting with some of the UCLA girls that you tolerated, rolling your eyes when you saw Teagan walk in behind them.

“Jessie why’d you bring your dog” you said pointing at the girl who smiled “I think you’re forgetting your in my college”

You rolled your eyes and looked at Jessie who shrugged “sorry” You wrapped your arm around her “It’s alright just keep her on her leash”

“I heard that!”

“You were meant to!”

The party was already in go when you all arrived, your game going later than usual and your friends waiting for you to get ready as you liked to take your time.

Teagan joined you and Jessie quickly after, both of you relatively shorter than the Australian.

“You look nice tonight” she said and you smiled “and you look like you just showered and grabbed the first thing in your closet”

“Sounds about right, are you trying to impress anyone?” She asked, Jessie dropping from under your arms, not being able to bear the tension.

“Well matter of fact I’m a girl with needs so yes” you replied smugly “who?” Teagan asked “anyone who manages to get me to like them, I’m a picky girl”

Teagan scoffed “So I hear” she started “You break all the pretty girls hearts over at USC” you laugh when you reached the door “let’s just go inside Micah”

With a free day of school and training the next day you started strong with your teammates, bruins girls not too far behind you.

You found yourself talking to a girl you forgot the name of as she talked about her basketball she had the next day.

“So if you’re off would you like to come watch?”

“Sorry Kazza she has plans unfortunately” a voice popped up from behind you before you felt the voice wrap her arm around your waist.

“Oh uhm sorry Teags” she stuttered before turning to you “maybe next time” she told you and you nodded, anger bubbling up for the girl beside you.

You watched the girl walk out of sight before you rolled your eyes, turning around and grabbed the Australian by her stupid dress shirt.

She let out a surprised moan before allowing herself to be taken by you, only to find herself thrown into the pantry.

“Wow you are stronger than you look” Teagan said with a smile

“Well am I angrier than I look” you deadpanned and the Australian stepped back “Oh cmon I was saving you, that girl humps more people than a bunny”

You stepped closer to her “Teagan I am under a lot of stress right now and I just really wanted to fuck someone I honestly didn’t care who!” You told her, whacking her on the chest after which she laughed at.

“Oh do not laugh at me as if I haven’t seen you talking to other girls at the party” you scoffed and she waved her hands in surrender “Oh so I got your attention now?” she smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Teagan” you groaned, leaning into her, your head hitting her chest as you felt the vibrations of her small laugh, making you smile, unapologetically getting used to your position as she used her hands to stable you on your waist.

You fell into a comfortable silence, both of you enjoying the embrace, something you had never done before with each other.

You felt the urge to stay there forever.

“Y/n?” Teagan said and you looked up to see her staring down at you a different look in her eyes as you both seemed to sober up.

You both stared at each other, almost analysing every freckle on her face before you stared at her lips, meeting back to her eyes as you saw her look down at yours.

“Teagan?”

Your voice was sweet, heaven to the Australians ears as you were asking for permission to which she nodded at, squeezing your body tighter to hers.

You lifted your hands from her chest onto the back of her neck before you both lent in, it felt like a thousand years before your lips met but when they did it felt like fireworks.

The snap in your tension from all these years had broke as you moaned into the kiss “fuck” Teagan whispered as you pulled on her baby hairs.

Your hands scratched up and down her back as her hands travelled around your ass, squeezing it hard, smirking into the kiss as you let out a whimper.

Pulling away to take a breath Teagan looked down at you.

“Should we go to mine and help this little stress problem of yours”

[kookslastbutton]

Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) I ch. VII

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6,656

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), cute date on the back of jk's car trunk, jk nervous, jk gives lots of gifts & flowers to oc, oc is obsessed with clearance chocolate, auntie oc and uncle kook take care of yoongi's twins, jk & oc become guinea pigs for yoongi's kids lmao, mention of dentist!yoongi, jk's mommy issues get mentioned, jk has personal daddy issues but he working through them, jk being good hubby to oc, just a rollercoaster of emotions ngl

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: Hello! thanks for being patient with me guys!! Important: the flashback for this chapter follows events of chapter V and will refer to it. And yes it's thier first date! Kind of 👀👀 that will be for you to decide. Then we have present day jk and oc being guinea pigs for Yoongi's crazy twins hehehe. Ok pls, enjoy 💞

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You know how some couples have multiple weddings that lead to disagreements over their real anniversary date? Or maybe it’ll be when the relationship was made official or what the first sign of attraction was? Yeah, that’s you and Jungkook when it comes to pinpointing exactly when your first date was.

If you ask your husband, he’ll tell you it was weeks after you were discharged from the hospital during your postgrad studies. But in your opinion, it was far before his timeframe.

You see due to a group of overly eager college freshmen, you had sprained your ankle and cracked a rib. Jungkook stayed with you the entire first two weeks of the recovery period. He'd bring study notes to you, your favorite food, hell even art supplies he bummed off Taehyung to help break up your mundane days in the hospital.

When the time finally came that you were well enough to finish the healing process at home, he suggested a dinner out would be an excellent way to celebrate.

"...do you wanna go out to dinner?" Jungkook pops the question more causal than expected.

"Are you asking me on a date…?"

His reply is barely audible but you hear it and for the first time, your professor sounds truly timid. "Uh, well…let's go with hang out like friends do."

You’re convinced that this was the first time he asked you out, thus leading to your first date. Your husband, however, thinks it was too vague to tell. He prefers to see it as more a pre-date instead.

So, was it a date?

Was it an unspoken pre-date?

The jury’s still out about this one.

4 years ago

It’s a gorgeous day with the way the sun beams on the hood of his car. A few scattered clouds, fluffy and white, float across the sky as well, offering shelter from the heat. You were discharged from the hospital only yesterday and Jungkook was already insistent on going out today, saying that a little fresh air and a change of scenery would be good for you.

“Where are we going?” You turn your head from the passenger window to look at the man inquisitively. It’s a simple question but the tension of the unknown nibbles at you from inside.

“One of my favorite spots,” Jungkook replies with his eyes set on the road. “Hope you don’t mind the drive. It’ll be another fifteen minutes.”

“It's fine. Why can’t I know where we’re going though?”

He hesitates to answer. “Do you not like surprises?”

You shrug. “Sure I do, as long as I know about them ahead of time.”

A hearty laugh follows your words and it sends one of the warmest feelings through your whole body. You didn't think you were being funny, but after being stuck in the hospital for two weeks, it's nice to feel something other than dismal. Jungkook is good at lifting your spirits at the most unexpected of times, you hum to yourself.

He looks handsome today too.

You can’t stop yourself from thinking about it as you watch a few strands of his dark hair blow over. He has his window cracked to let in a gentle breeze and though it causes him trouble here and there, he remains mostly unbothered.

The oversized white T-shirt he chose to wear is something you're still taking time to adjust to. Much more casual compared to what he wears during his lectures. But you like it with the loose-fitting pants he's paired it with.

"If it's necessary for you to know where we're going then I guess I have no choice." Jungkook looks in your direction but your gaze lingers down his torso. "__."

"Yes?" You immediately blink up at him, hoping you don’t look too flushed. Once he directs his attention back to the road you'll make sure to check yourself in the side-view mirror. Using your phone camera might look a little too obvious.

"I was saying if you need to know where we're going I'll tell you," he repeats. "But if it's possible I'd really like for it to be a secret until we get there."

"Alright," you concede. "I guess I could stand the wait this one time. This is your only freebie though. No more surprises after this."

"No more checking me out," he mutters.

"What?"

"Nothing."

.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"No." Jungkook opens his door and hops out of the car. "I'll be right back."

"Wait where are you going?" You know he wants whatever this is to be a surprise but you've been told to keep your eyes shut for the last five minutes. You're a little nervous to say the least, especially if he's about to disappear somewhere. "Jungkook?"

No response.

"Hello? Jungkook?" You're tempted to open your eyes when you hear the trunk of his car suddenly pop open. Several rustling noises follow as he digs around. "What are you doing back there?"

"You'll see soon. I'm almost done so just sit tight for a moment." He unzips a bag and then pushes said bag around the floorboard. The sound of something crashing on the ground perks up your ears in the moments following, earning a tiny 'shit' from Jungkook.

"Everything alright?" You're seriously getting antsy now.

When Jungkook swings your door open, a cool breeze hits your legs. "All good __. But now, I'm going to need you to trust me because I'm going to help you out of the car."

What?

"Um, I do have crutches I can use you know. You don't have to carry me anywhere like before. Dr. Kim said I should–"

"You won't need them this time. We're not going far okay?" He ducks his head inside and guides your arms around his neck. "Can you scoot forward a little?"

You do as he says until he tells you to stop. And with one arm supporting your lower back and the other firm under your legs, you're lifted out of your seat.

"Okay." The ground underneath his feet crunches as he straightens himself back up and out of the vehicle. "Now you can open your eyes."

As soon as you do your jaw drops.

"Surprise!"

Jungkook watches your stunned face as you take in all of Seoul from your perched position.

"I hope you don't mind that I didn't take us to a traditional restaurant. This is an overlook I happened to stumble on years ago when I first moved here. Not many people know about it because it's kind of off the beaten track but I get a bit adventurous sometimes."

He carries you around to the back of the car.

"Since you're still recovering I won't make us sit on the ground but I brought food that we can eat in the back of my trunk. There's a pillow there you can lean against too. And I made sure to park at an angle so we can watch the sunset."

"Wow...Jungkook I don't know what to say."

"It's cheesy isn't it?" His previously eager tone drops and you can't help but feel a pulling at your heartstrings. "I'm sorry if this isn't your thing. I probably should have asked."

"I love cheesy." You crack a small smile and Jungkook breaks out into a grin again, causing both of you have butterflies in your stomachs. "You're very thoughtful for doing this. I'm sorry about my initial reaction. I'm just shocked."

"Well, we're friends now, aren't we? You should get used to this kind of stuff from now on." He walks up to the trunk and carefully sets you down. "Here, lean back." He fluffs the pillow and then gestures for you to lay back.

Once you're comfortable, he hops in next to you and grabs the baby blue gift bag from the corner of the trunk. You don't know how you missed it before given its size and very decorative packaging.

"Before I give you this to you please know that I don't expect anything back okay?" His hands are shaky as he holds the bag on his lap. "This is just something I wanted to give you after your injury and having to be in the hospital for so long."

You nod your head in understanding but are not fully convinced. "And you're giving this to me as a friend, yes?" You take the bag from him and slowly open it.

"Mhm."

You narrow your eyes at him before reaching into the bag. You take out a very large, sturdy box. "God, Jungkook. This is so heavy. What's in here?" You tear apart the wrapping paper and open the smooth lid. "Oh my god, you didn't?!"

They're chocolates from the dessert shop you told him about last Sunday night. You had mentioned it in passing because you were craving sweets but not in the slightest did you think he'd take it to heart. The shop was at least an hour's drive away.

"Don't worry." He sees the pressure creeping on your face. "I was going that direction anyway. But I saw it on my way back and was reminded that you were craving it the other night. Uhm, there's also a coupon in there too. They included that in the purchase."

"Jungkook....you really didn't need to do any of this for me." You grab the small card laying at the bottom of the bag that reads 20% off. "Thank you so much."

"Oh, I almost forgot!" You're taken aback when he jumps off the trunk to scurry to the backseat. He returns in mere seconds with a generous bouquet of pink and purple hydrangeas. "These are for you too."

You shriek and grab them out of his hand, feeling a little giddy. Hydrangeas are your absolute favorites. "Sorry, that was really rude of me. These are so beautiful, though. Thank you. I don't know what to say."

Jungkook sits back down and pulls forward a freezer bag. "Seeing you this excited is enough. I brought us a lot of food too so, we should probably eat it before it starts going bad. This bag can only do so much preserving." He digs out box after box of yummy food from fresh strawberries to sushi. There are drinks too; banana milk and soju.

Your stomach growls as you watch him set the food between you both.

"Well, don't be shy." He hands you a plate with chopsticks. "Dig in."

.

"You look very pretty in that blouse..." He stabs his straw into his milk and takes a large sip. "The color really suits you."

"Oh, thank you." You manage the words once you swallow the strawberry you're eating. "Yours too."

Jungkook combs through his hair with his fingers. "Thanks, this t-shirt really brings out my eyes don't you think?" You laugh and shove his shoulder lightly.

"Stop, I'm being serious. I don't see you in this type of style often. It looks good."

He gives a playful shake of his head. "Where did you get that shirt anyway?" He gestures at your top again.

"At a store," you reply dumbly. "It was on sale. Gotta love a good deal right?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Never pay full price."

"That's exactly what I try telling my roommate. She only buys the best of the best but I think she could get the same thing 50% off if she waited long enough."

"You know Taehyung's the same way. Nothing but luxury from head to toe. I'm surprised he paints in a basic t-shirt and jeans some days."

You chuckle, feeling the air light and fresh. "Painting gets messy so it's better you not wear your best and brightest clothes. Sometimes I'll just wear a giant t-shirt that already has paint stains and nothing el–"

Shit.

You cringe at how quickly you can run your mouth. Jungkook doesn't need to know your painting attire evident from his sudden frozen up form.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

"I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be. I've heard worse." Jungkook clears his throat and looks out to the view in front of you. "This really is a beautiful spot is it not?"

Thank you for the deflection, you silently say to him.

"Yes, it's the best view I've seen in my life. I can't believe you found this place. It's like seeing everything for the first time again."

.

"__."

"Hm?"

"Is it weird that I–" He stops mid-sentence, hands rubbing his thigh. "Is it weird that I brought you here?"

"Of c–"

"No wait, wait that's not what I wanted to ask." He runs his fingers through his hair again, doing his best to keep eye contact. "What would you say if someone were to ask you out?"

You relax into a tight-lipped smile and quirk your head to a slight angle. "I'd probably say no because I'm on a date with you right now."

At this Jungkook's milk slips from his hand, spilling on his pants. You grab some napkins next to you and help him wipe the spillage off.

"We're on a date?" He stands the milk upright. "This is a date?"

"Yes, it very obviously is. I don't wear this top for just anyone you know." You close your mouth instantly and sit up straight. "You weren't meant to hear the last part."

"Wait, go back. I thought this was us hanging out. Remember? At the hospital, I said–"

"C'mon the flowers, the specialty chocolates, taking me to one of your secret hideouts. Not to mention packing all this food to share. It is most definitely a date. Do you not want it to be?"

"No! I mean of course, yes. But I would have dressed a lot better." He looks down at himself, embarrassed. "I just threw these on before I left the house."

"And what else would you have worn? I see you in dress shirts and slacks twice a week at the school, if not more."

"Oh, I guess you have a point." He lets out a sigh. "To be honest __. We don't have the most proper relationship for that kind of thing, do we? It's annoying that I keep saying it but I am still your professor until the end of this semester at least. Us dating would be kind of a breach of contract."

"So you won't call this a date because you think it's forbidden?" You cross your arms.

"Well not entirely. It's just...I'm scared. There it is. And if we plan to do any sneaking around business I need to know you...shit, this is going to sound so middle school of me...I need to know you're interested in me __."

"For fucksake Jungkook, I wouldn't have agreed to come if I wasn't interested." You move closer to his side so you're inches from his face. "You're the kindest person I've ever known and I'd like to know you more like you've been doing for me the past two weeks. You've gone out of your way so many times for me that I seriously can't keep up. And while I can't say that I'm in love with you since it's much too soon, I've become very attracted to you. It just sucks we're in a bit of an odd position with school and all. But we can make this work. I'm also in post-grad so I don't think we're doing anything that risky."

"What about Taehyung?"

"That's all you got out of what I just said?"

"Sorry, I'm just asking because you seemed into him at the art exhibit. You're both artistic after all." He fiddles with his fingers. "I'm just the guy who you got stuck with this year because you couldn't major in art."

You feel compelled to take one of his restless hands in your own, so you do–holding it loosely.

"Kim Taehyung was simply a visual interest," you say. "I never thought about anything serious with him. He's also faculty so unless he saves my life or something, I'm not really considering anything beyond a friendly report."

A moment of silence is exchanged as Jungkook lets your response sink in. And as long as your eyes aren't fooling you, you'd say he's more than pleased with it.

"So...you really wanna do this?" Jungkook asks with more anticipation than nervousness this time.

"Yes." You nod.

"Wow, okay um, well when do you want to go out?" He kicks his feet back and forth. And when he reflexively squeezes your hand you can't help but grin at his eagerness. "I'm free every weekend if that works for you."

"We should probably get to the end of this date first Dr. Jeon."

"Nooo, I like Jungkook. Can we stay with Jungkook when it's just you and me? Also, this isn't a date. We need a do-over."

You laugh, seeing a new side of him. He's more, hm, whiny than you thought–it's cute.

"Jungkook, we don't need a do-over. This can be a date if we want it to be. It's got all the elements already. Look." You lift his hand in yours. "We're already holding hands.

"Nope. When are you free?"

"How about this coming Friday after 4pm? Is that too far out?"

He shakes his head fervently. "It works perfectly for me. Let's do 4:01pm." Your baffled expression causes his own eyebrows to knit together. "What? You can't do 4:01?"

"I–yeah sure I can but I didn't expect you to suggest a time so soon."

"Well, you said you'd be free after 4pm right?"

You nod.

"Then it's a date!"

He smiles wide and you do the same.

Present

"Kook, grab us a cart. You won't believe what's on sale!" You stuff about five gold-foiled boxes under your arm. The yellow tag next to the price says 75% off which means you are for sure buying at least ten of these.

It's times like these that your husband enjoys watching you most. You can barely reach the self where the clearance chocolate is, nevertheless, you're on your tip-toes with arms fully extended above your head to grab at every box of sweets you can.

His inner hero wants to help but he's learned early on not to get in the middle of you and your favorite snack. It's better he listens to your request to get a cart instead.

"Don't hurt yourself in the five minutes I'm gone okay honey?"

"Mhm," you mumble, not really paying attention. "Kook this chocolate has caramel and orange inside. Oh my god, look." You show him a box of chocolates with cherry filling. "These are to die for. I need like six of these."

"Here give me some of those." Jungkook takes the boxes of chocolates from your arm when he sees them slipping from your hold. "I'll put these in a cart while you keep digging. But if someone else comes along, let them have at least one this time."

He knows how much of a little hog you can get with your candy.

"Are you kidding? Finders keepers." You reach for another box, the ones in the back are always the best.

"__."

"What? I'm doing all the hard work here which means I get to keep all the chocolate."

"Fine, fine. Be sure to check the expiration date too." Jungkook turns around to stalk toward the front of the store. If he doesn't get his butt to a cart soon, his wife is going to turn into a grizzly bear.

A very cute grizzly bear.

But a grizzly bear nonetheless.

"Did we really need thirty boxes of these?" Jungkook dumps the grocery bags on your kitchen counter. "I love you but this is insane. Who's going to eat all of this chocolate?"

"Well, I was planning on sending the twins home with some." You rummage through the bag then move to stack them in the pantry. "They'll be here in an hour so it can be a surprise from us."

"Yoongi's twins? You're going to send the two children whose father is a dentist a whopping bag of chocolate?" Jungkook hands you another box to put in the pantry. The little assembly line works well when putting groceries away.

"I'm only giving them one box okay? So Yoongi can shove it."

You hear a snickering behind you.

"Honey don't push the man who could likely yank all your teeth out of your head and end with, 'will that be all?'"

You roll your eyes. "Yoongi doesn't scare me like he scares you. But if you're so worried I will get his permission ahead of time."

Jungkook's mouth opens in response until he feels a slight vibration in his pant pocket. When he takes it out to check his initial good mood drops about ten degrees.

"Kook?" You watch as he reads whatever it is on his phone.

"Nothing." He switches off the device and places it face-down on the counter. "It's just dad."

"Something about your mom I'm presuming?"

Being Saturday, it's been a few days since Jungkook had his fallout with his mother. They were originally planning to stay in town until Friday but left Thursday morning instead due to Mrs. Jeon feeling "unwanted".

Your husband's been in close contact with his father ever since.

"Yeah," Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh. "She's journaling again apparently. It's what she does to cope with frustrations like me."

"I'm sorry Kook." You rub his arm soothingly. "Maybe she needs some time to think about everything that's happened. I know you want her to talk to you but maybe it's not all bad that she's jotting things down first."

"Yeah, maybe." He takes your hand and presses a light kiss against the back of your knuckles. "It's whatever though, Mom can have her fit. I'm not going to let her ruin one of the only free days I get with my wife."

You smile and quickly peck his soft lips–something Jungkook wishes would be longer.

"Love you," you say and return to your original task of putting groceries away.

 "Listen to me you two gremlins," Yoongi says on a bent knee. "Eomma and I will be back by 8pm. Until then your uncle Jungkook and Aunt __ are in charge. You know the rules, no jumping around on the sofas, don't into Aunt __'s paints, stay out of Uncle Jungkook's office, and under no condition are you to get into sweets."

He flicks his eyes to you for a brief moment then sets them back on the two seven-year-old girls in front of him. They look adorable with their matching space buns.

"But Appa–"

"No Eun-ji."

"Can't I just have one? Pleaseee?" She stares up at Yoongi with large eyes, hands clasped together. His second daughter Ari quickly does the same.

"We promise we'll brush our teeth right after."

Yoongi's face remains unmoved at his twin's relentless need for chocolate. Sure, he may be the one more likely to cave to requests when it comes between him and his wife but sweets were definitely off the table. His girls just got their teeth cleaned a couple days ago too, cavity-free, and he intends to keep it that way.

"Did you even bring your toothbrushes?" He knows for a fact they did not being that they weren't staying the night.

The twins exchange looks before breaking into a goofy grin. Mrs. Min leans down next to her husband at the moment and draws her girls into a hug.

"Appa and I will bring you back something better than chocolate tonight, okay?" She kisses her daughter's cheeks and then stands up. "Be good."

"K..." The twins let out a small huff then turn to set their backpacks on the living room couch.

"Hey," Yoongi calls after them. "Where's my hug?"

You let out a snort when you see Eun-ji face her dad again, tongue sticking out. Her sister gives a similar attitude with her hands on her hips and scrunched-up face. These girls might be in elementary school now but boy, those teenage years are sure to be rocking.

"Turn." You hear Ari from across the living room. She's standing on the sofa with her small hands holding a chunk of your husband's hair.

"Like this?"

"No the other side."

With his legs crossed on the floor, Jungkook shifts his head toward your direction with widened eyes. At this point, most of his hair has been pulled back into tight braids and finished off with yellow and pink hair clips. The only section left to do now was the underside.

"How do I look?" he asks you.

"Oh, you look breathtaking honey." You feel a soft makeup brush swipe across your cheek, courtesy of Eun-ji who's decided you needed a 'makeover'. You're not sure if that means a seven year old cramped on your style or what, but either way, you're getting bronze cheeks and glittery eyeshadow.

It's only been half an hour and the twins were already making you and your husband do their utmost bidding.

"Ari honey," you coo. "You should become a hairstylist when you grow up. You're doing such a good job with Uncle Jungkook's hair."

"I know," she sasses. "I'm good at this stuff Auntie. Everyone says that I am the queen of doing hair."

You and Jungkook giggle from the small child's gumption. It's good she's confident, you mouth to your husband.

He nods back. "Eun-ji's doing a great job too. You should see the glitter she's chosen for you."

"Not yet Uncle Jungkook," Eun-ji pipes up. "She can't look yet. It's a surprise!"

"Ah okay." He throws you playful eyes, eyebrows bouncing up and down suggestively. "A surprise huh?"

You flutter your eyes closed when you see Eun-ji dab her palette and reach forward to paint the eyeshadow over your lids. "Yup." she nods her head. "I'm giving Auntie the best color ever."

"Wow I can't wait to see honey," you say. "This wouldn't happen to be your favorite color would it?"

The tease in your tone makes Eun-ji grin. Of course, you can't see it but Jungkook can and it causes him to break out into a boisterous chuckle.

"You're so cute Eun-ji," he says, clapping his hands together.

"What about me?" It's Ari's sassiness making a comeback as she pushes the final yellow clip into Jungkook's hair.

"You're cute too Ari." You reassure the child and open your lids once Eun-ji gives you the okay. Not a second following that you're thrusted forward a hand-held mirror.

"What do you think?"

You glance at yourself in the reflection, blush blue eyeshadow that covers up to your eyebrows and bronze blush. You have ruby red lipstick on as well, Eun-ji's personal favorite.

"I love it, sweetheart. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She gathers all the makeup containers and tools she can fit in her hands before making her way to your husband. "You're turn Jungkook."

"Okay, but can I pick what color this time?" Your husband smiles at the child with mirthful eyes.

"No." She sets the make-up in front of him and pops open a bright, Barbie pink lipstick.

"Anti-ti-ti-ti fragile, fragile!"

You watch from the kitchen as the twins jump around in the living room. After your makeover, the girls felt like a karaoke session was in order. They convinced Jungkook to join them so there he is with a microphone in his hand, belting the lyric of 'Antifragile' by LE SSERAFIM.

"Come on __!" Ari calls to you, breath heavy from all the rambunctious dancing. "Sing with us!"

You laugh and whisk the bowl of flour and sugar in front of you. "No you guys keep going. I'm a little busy at the moment."

"Doing what?" She runs up to the kitchen island where you stand, trying to peek inside the bowl.

"I'm making cookies."

"Really?" She rushes to the other side of the island to pull out the stool from underneath. Once she settles herself in the chair she looks at you with eagerness. "Can we eat them?"

"Hmm..." You pretend to think. "Didn't your dad tell you no?"

"Yeah, but you always give us sweets. Even if he says we can't have them."

The child has a point.

"How about this, if you help me make these you can eat them. But you can't tell your dad okay?" Ari nods. "Good, you can stir this for me while I crack some eggs."

"Just what are you doing?" You jump when Jungkook walks up behind you. "You wouldn't be giving these sweet girls something their parents told them they could have, would you?"

"Dad will be really mad if he finds out," Eun-ji joins in on the scolding. She turns down the music from the tv and folds her arms.

"Well I–"

"If you're going behind Yoongi hyung's back you're going to need some help, honey." Jungkook slides one of the kitchen draws open and reaches to take out a small plastic bag. He throws out two brand new kid-size toothbrushes, orange and blue. "Had a feeling we'd need these tonight after seeing you stock up on all that chocolate today."

"Now girls..." He turns to look at Ari and Eun-ji who seem to be busy mixing the bowl of flour and sugar together. "Hey girls."

They lift their heads.

"Make sure to brush twice before your dad gets back. This stays our little secret, understand?"

"Okay," they say in unison.

"Thank you Kook." You lean your head against your husband's firm chest, resting for a moment. This whole situation is kind of funny if you think about it. But you really hope you don't get beef from Yoongi later.

"Anything for you," Jungkook quips and kisses your head gently.

"Ew..." You hear Ari say.

"No it's not," Eun-ji bites back. "It's romantic, like the movies."

Ari scrunches her face at her sister. "No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"Nope."

You and Jungkook wait for the two of them to simmer down but they keep going at it. Yes, no, yes, no...back and forth until one of them scoops up a handful of the flour in the bowl and tosses it at the other.

"Uh okay, no more! No more." You and Jungkook lunge forward to sweep the bowl out of their reach.

"How about you let Auntie and Uncle finish making the cookies and you two go back to karaoke?" Jungkook successfully persuades the twins and they run back into the living room in search of the next biggest hit to jam to.

You lock eyes with Jungkook now, wordless.

"Hm?" He hums at you.

"Mm." You shrug your shoulders and move towards the fridge but not before you're flicked with some of the flour yourself–your husband's hand powdery from the mixture. "Kook!"

You wipe your face, and light laughs fall from both your lips.

"Okay girls, get brushing!" Jungkook guides the twins to the bathroom. "Your parents are going to be home in fifteen minutes and that means these teeth need to smell like nothing my fresh mint." He squeezes the toothpaste on each girl's brush.

"Bursh, brush, brush," he chants and you shake your head as you wash the cookie sheet in the kitchen sink.

The twins have eaten about three cookies each and with chocolate stains all over their faces, they're going to need more than a 2-minute teeth brushing.

"Honey, I'm cracking the windows open and lighting my candles." Jungkook rushes around the house in search of his vanilla bean scents.

"I don't think that's going to take away the smell in such a short time. We should probably just take the beating Kook," you holler back.

"Oh, we're definitely getting dragged out tonight." He yanks the candle jars open and lights them. "The smell of freshly baked cookies is still too strong to hide but I'm hoping these candles will act as a distraction."

You hit your husband with the kitchen towel, the snap of it making him throw you a startled look. "Shit–do you not see the lighter in my hand?"

You roll your eyes. "Relax drama queen, you didn't have it ignited yet. Anyway, the candles aren't necessary if we're opening all the windows."

"It'll help though."

"Not really."

"Well, I think they will."

Jungkook goes back to lighting his candles and once he has the twentieth one lit, he's thoroughly pleased with himself.

As soon as the twins finish cleaning themselves up, they help scatters them throughout the house, leaving them in as many corners with surfaces as possible.

"Okay, that's it! That's the last one." Jungkook high-fives the twins and you toss the last dish in the drying rack.

"Good job team." You laugh and join them in the living room.

Eun-ji plops herself on the sofa with her backpack in her lap. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

Ari joins her on the couch with her own backpack in hand. "Me too." She pauses and then says something that you and Jungkook were very much underprepared for.

"You would make good mom and dads."

"You think so?" Jungkook shocks you by responding first.

Ari nods. "If you had kids, we could all play together. And we can have all the cookies we want because we'll be best friends. And best friends share everything!"

"So you want Auntie and I to have kids so you can keep hiding cookies from your dad?" Jungkook lunges forward to tickle the child mercilessly. "You little cookie monster!"

Ari rolls around on the couch, giggling repeatedly. You can't help but feel the thumping of your heart as you watch the scene unfold. And for the slightest moment, you imagine what it would be like with your own child.

All those thoughts are put to an abrupt end however when the doorbell rings.

Jungkook flies to the door to let Yoongi and his wife in. He flashes you a little smile before opening it, ensuring you that whatever happens he's got your back.

"Were you guys baking in here?" Are Yoongi's first words as he and the Mrs step inside the entryway of your house.

"Um, no? No, I don't think so." Jungkook feigns ignorance. "It must be coming from our neighbor's house."

With the twins home with their parents, you and Jungkook curl up together in your bed. You nuzzle your head in his inner shoulder and his arm holds around your waist.

"Those girls are a lot," Jungkook says. "But you know, I have to agree with them this time–it was kinda fun."

"Yeah?" You aimlessly trace circles on his chest.

"Still crazy, but yeah. I felt like I had a lot of good energy inside me tonight. And you know something else?" He looks down at you.

"What?"

"We'd make pretty damn good parents."

You bolt up from your reclined position the second the words drop.

"You can't keep doing this to me Jungkook," you say, your hands gripping the soft comforter. This isn't the first time he's teased you with having a baby and every time he does, you don't know what to take it as.

Is it a joke, is he serious, or just talking?

"You know how I feel and–"

"Hey." Your husband leans up to stroke your back with warm hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry honey. I don't mean to confuse you. I really am thinking about it you know? With everything that's been going on with my parents lately, I know I've been hard to pin down but I really am serious when I say we'd make good parents. Or when I say we might have a possible baby to make one day."

"Might. Could make. Maybe." You stare straight at your husband. "I know you're warming up the idea but you're still talking in such vague terms. I'm not at all trying to rush us to decide on a baby or not. But I just don't want to get a false sense of hope...that you'll say yes."

"Come here." He draws you into an embrace and kisses your cheeks, both of them. "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I admit the first few times I was more loose with what I was saying than I should have been. But I swear I, it was never my intention to be leaving you guessing. I'm so sorry."

"I just want to know what you really think Kook. So I can be sure where you're at through this whole thing. The last few days have thrown a wrench at us with all the stuff your mom's been doing. But I'd still like to be in the loop of things."

"Yes, of course. I'm going to tell you everything right now okay?" Jungkook takes a breath. "I want to give you a baby so bad and I think I'm 70 percent there. But I'm also 60% not there because I'm terribly scared that once it happens, once we have a baby...that I'll revert back to my original mindset of not wanting one."

"Kook–"

"Hold on a second."

You close your mouth and allow him to continue.

"I've already started seeing and feeling being around kids differently than before. So much so that I think we could be happy if we started a family together because I'm so happy when I'm with you. And if there's anyone I could do that with, it'd be you and only you. So yes, I want us to have a baby, as many as you want, but I want to be 100% there first."

"Okay, that's fair. I'm not going to lie that I don't feel a little out of body from what you just said. Just to clarify, you're saying yes to how many babies?" You shine your eyes at him. "You said you want to give me as many babies as I want right? How many would that be?"

"My limit is yet to be determined." He grins at you. "It seems I might need to repeat some things if all you got out of what I just said is that I'll give you as many babies as you want."

"No, actually." You grip his hand. "I heard what you said and thank you. I feel a lot better knowing your thought process through this whole thing. We both need to be 100 % in before deciding on this next step in our lives. And about you being worried that you'll revert back to not wanting children. I'm no expert but I don't think that'll be true given your recent exposure with kids has made you feel better than worse. You said it yourself–you had a lot of good energy inside you tonight."

"True. You make an excellent point there. I think I still need some more time though. I was even thinking that maybe I'll....talk to Hoseok about this."

"I'm glad to hear that Kook. Hoseok is an amazing man and I know talking to him about all this will be nothing but beneficial for you."

"Thank you for being patient with me." Jungkook pulls you both down on the mattress, closing his eyes when his head hits the pillow.

"Same to you." You snuggle back into his chest. "I really hope we can have a family together."

"Me too," you hear him mumble before you close your own eyes.

A/N: Yup I told you this would be a long one. Ty for sticking with me! Also, what do you think? Was it a first date or not? LMK your thoughts 🥰

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[the-dixon-effect]

When you know, you know Part 1

A/N: my first ever fic! i was excited to write this as i have only ever written poetry and short stories and i wanted to do something TWD-related and also write about bae daryl dixon.

pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

words: 1.2k

warnings: very angsty!

update: you can now find part 2 here!

The two of you sat with your backs up against the wall, simply enjoying each other's presence. Despite Daryl's familiar company, you couldn't shake the same feeling you'd had since you'd known about Leah - the same pang of jealousy, the same slight disappointment. You and Daryl were best friends, it had never gone beyond that. However, you couldn't help but imagine yourself in his arms, waking up next to him every day, hands draped around his neck, perfectly intertwined. You supposed that you two would sort of just end up together one day, and life would go on as normal, whatever that 'normal' might be.

That was all until Daryl went away, looking for Rick after he disappeared. Time seemed to go by slower without him by your side, as he always used to be. This emptiness didn't go unnoticed by you, who secretly yearned for his presence in your life again. Evenings spent together with a bottle of whiskey and warm company turned into monthly conversations over the bank of a river, and daily interactions turned into occasional letters, begging him to come home. What you hadn't thought of, however, was the possibility that he had found someone else out there, someone who took care of him in ways you couldn't, in ways you wished you could.

You sat, observing the cabin in which Daryl and Leah had shared.

"What colour was her hair?" you said, breaking the silence, with the slightest smile shaping the curve of your lips.

"... it was red. Why'd ya ask?" he said in his low tone.

"Don't know. Just tryna picture the bitch who stole my best friend," you said with a slight giggle. He smiled at this. Daryl sorely regretted leaving you and he wished that he could tell you, or make it up to you somehow.

There was silence for a moment. "What if you came back home and I was with someone else?" you began with bravery.

"What- what are ya asking me?" Daryl replied.

"What if- what if you came back and I was gone? Or dead?" He turned to look at you, hair falling over his eyes and his brows furrowed. His heart sank at the thought of losing you, but he had to say something now or else he might just lose you by ruining your relationship. Perhaps he had underestimated how much you missed him while he was gone, he didn't believe anyone was capable of missing him as much as you seemed to.

"I- I dunno. I guess I woulda blamed myself." It was his fault. Shit. It could've been his fault. The realisation that you could've died and he wasn't there to protect you suddenly clouded his thoughts, and the guilt of leaving you behind consumed him.

"But it wasn't your fault. I know how you always blame yourself, for everything, but this time, it wouldn't have been your fault, Daryl. Because you weren't there." Your eyes had glassed over, and the pit in your stomach rose again, like it had done every time over those six long years that you were reminded of Daryl's absence. You were resentful, and angry at him for leaving, you had every right to be. Maybe it wasn't that he'd left. Maybe you were simply jealous that he'd found someone better.

He'd gone quiet, and the warm atmosphere had faded. He wanted to defend himself, he wanted to defend Leah and the times they'd had together, but a part of Daryl knew he couldn't speak it out loud, not to you, anyway. Despite his fond memories of her, Leah had left him, leaving no good reason why, either. For now, he wanted to be right here with you, but he didn't want to have to explain himself, not like this. But how could you forgive him. How could you two just pick up where you left off, and expect to build your relationship from there without at least addressing the six-year-gap that was filled with only heartache and discomfort? "I missed you. I really, really missed you, Daryl. Like, I had to shape my life around this empty space that you left, for six years!" Daryl was in disbelief at your words. His heart was sinking in real time and there was nothing he could do to go and change the past. How could he have done this to you?

You couldn't meet his eyes. All the emotion that you had felt since he left was coming out and there were now tears staining your cheeks. It almost felt like he didn't care, yet you could sense he did. Daryl was never all that brilliant with words, but in this moment, they failed him completely.

"Ya mean that?" he spoke, quietly.

"What, you think I'm just saying what you wanna hear? 'Cause I don't know what you wanna hear, Daryl!" In this moment, it was like every thought you'd ever had about Daryl was going to come out, and it was getting harder and harder to stop yourself. "I never know what you wanna hear! Hell, I thought you forgot about me. So tell me, what do you wanna hear?" You looked at him, for the first time in a while. He stared back, blankly.

What you didn't know is that he felt the exact same, that he'd made the biggest mistake of his life. And for the best part of six years, he wished he was at home, with you, where he should have been.

"I'm in love with you, Daryl, come home and start a family with me." You said, sarcastically, as though you were mocking the very part of you that wanted to say those things. You swiftly wiped away your tears and collected yourself.

A thought popped into his head. His eyes lingered on your face as you broke the eye-contact and looked down at your fingers, which you fiddled with for a moment before he broke the silence,

“An’ what about those times where I had to sit and watch?” he began defensively, yet still as soft as before.

“What do you mean?”

“Ya know what I mean. Shane, Aidan. When you and your little boyfriends went frolickin’ ‘bout the place like nothin’ mattered,” Daryl had remembered the times he almost felt sick to his stomach having to watch you parade about alongside your latest romantic interest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Daryl.”

“Ya know what I’m talking about jus’ fine.” Oh.

Oh.

Daryl had been just as jealous as you were.

He could almost see the cogs turning in your head. He had mentioned Shane, who you had been involved with a long, long time ago. How long had Daryl felt this way?

You looked up him, at a loss for words. Such a strange feeling choked the air, and you suddenly felt a little sick. “Daryl, I’m sorry. I have to go to bed.” You got up off floor and the left the dusty living room to find yourself any space where you couldn’t feel his eyes on you from across the room. This was certainly not the way your love confession was supposed to go, you thought to yourself.

[olivia091108]

Bad idea right?

Summary:y/n is out and she texts Chad (based of Olivia Rodrigo’s song bad idea right?)

Word count:1109

Warnings:smut oral (f receiving)

Pairing:Chad Meeks Martin x reader

I was at a club with my girlfriends just having fun wnd after getting a few drinks down I start thinking of Chad and even with my friends telling me not too I sent him a text

Hey I haven’t heard from you in a couple months but I’m out right now and I’m all fucked up

Continuing drinking I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket but not bothering to pick it up. Me and one of my friends go to the bathroom and while fixing my lipstick that’s bound to be messed up in the next 5 minutes I get a text from Chad. He’s sent his new address and I feel butterflies in my stomach.

I turn to my friend and tel her how I’m feeling so drunk and I’m gonna go home she doesn’t believe me and while we walk back to the bar I can only think if Chad and my brain is clouded with him.

“What’s got you all smiley”

“Chad texted her and she’s trying to go see him”

“I’m Seeing him tonight”

“It’s a bad idea right?”

They all start telling me how I’ll regret it in the morning and how bad we are for eatchothers and how we broke up for a reason

Fuck it it’s fine

Yeah I know that he’s me ex but can’t two people reconnect

“Bullshit your tryna fuck him”

“I only see him as a friend” that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever said and they know it as well.

After hanging out more and hoping they forget about Chad I couldn’t get him off my mind and soon we all start heading home and my friend drops me back and tells me that she’s glad I didn’t go running back to him.

I walk into my room changing into my blue lingerie that he loves and putting on my dress I was wearing before. And I’m getting in the car wrecking all my plans and I know I should stop

But I can’t

I’ve told my friends I was going to sleep(but I never said where or in whose sheets)

After driving to chads new apartment I park the car and I walk up the stairs. And I see him standing smiling at the door. And he’s never looked better he’s wearing nothing but his grey joggers and his abs look amazing

I’m sure I’ve seen much hotter men but I really can’t remember when

Hey ba-I shove my lips onto him and push him back into his apartment and kick the door shut behind me. His hands squeeze at my ass and he taps my thighs and I jump making my short dress go even higher. he slips his rounds into my mouth immediately taking control and he walks us into his bedroom and lays me down

He crawls ontop of me and starts kissing down my neck and I can feel him leaving hickeys as my fingers play in his hair. I sit up and start taking off my dress revealing the lingerie I wore just for him and he lets out a moan at the sight

Baby you know this is my favourite did you wear this for me. He asks his hands rubbing all over my body i sheepishly nod and he kisses me again while his arm snakes behind and undoes the blue bra letting it fall and revealing my tits

His hands cup both of them and he then kisses down to my tits and starts sucking on my nipple making me moan. “I love your’e tits so much”

“Hurry up and fuck me chad”

“Be patient”

He pulls himself off me and kicks off his joggers and his cock is already rock hard and I see some pre-cum leaking out.

“I forgot how big your dick is”

I pull of my thong and lie back on the bed while he rubs his hands up my legs stopping at my Pusey making me whine just wanting to feel him. He leans his head down and kisses my clit making me jerk my hood up and let out a moan

He licks a long stripe up my slit and I hear him moan before repeating it he avoids my clit and brings his fingers up to my mouth and I immediately know what to do and suck on them until he takes them out my mouth and slowly pushes the two fingers into my pussy making me moan forgetting how good he is at it.

“Your so tight in gonna have to stretch you out again”

I start to feel a knot form in my stomach and Chad knows I’m close and he sucks at my clit and starts lapping at it

C-Chad I’m go-gonna cu-um and he gives one hard suck of my clit before I cum into his mouth he helps me ride out my high until I have to push his head away at the over sensitivity.

He lifts his head from between my thighs and has my cum and spit around his mouth and he quickly licks it away. Before grabbing his click and pumping it a few times

“You ready”

“Uh huh”

He positions himself before pushing into my west pussy with ease both of us moaning at the feel of it. He pulls out leaving just the tip in before slamming his Whole length back in and he picks up the pace

My hair sticks to my forehead and Chad brushes out the way before kissing me agian and feeling our tongues fighting against eatchother before I pull away and moan at his cock hitting my g spot that he only knows where it is and continues to hit it with eatch thrust

“Cmon baby let go for me wanna feel your tight pussy squeezing me”

His words push me over the edge and my nails claw at his back while my orgasm washes over me and then I feel his cum fill me up. And he pulls out and kisses me before getting up to the bathroom. While he’s in there ive almost fallen asleep and I feel him cleaning me up before climbing into bed next to me and I lean onto his chest before falling asleep

I wake up to my phone getting a text and I groan before rolling over and looking at it. It’s from my friend

Y/n i know your’e at chads your locations on I really thought you weren’t going to see him this time

I don’t bother replying before laying back in bed and looking at Chad who’s still dead asleep.

It wasn’t a bad idea right?

Omg guys this was my first time writing smut I don’t know how good it is but I hope you like it

Reminder my requests are always open

-liv

[lucifersresources]

taylor swift // the tortured poets department : the anthology rp meme. part one. part two here.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!

fortnight.

i was a functioning alcoholic.

i hope you're okay.

no one here's to blame.

but what about your quiet treason?

for a fortnight there, we were forever.

i wanna kill her.

all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february.

i took the miracle move-on drug.

the effects were temporary.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

my husband is cheating.

i wanna kill him.

the tortured poets department.

i think some things i never say.

you're in self sabotage mode.

i've seen this episode and still loved the show.

who else decodes you?

who's gonna hold you like me?

who's gonna know you, if not me?

this ain't the chelsea hotel.

we're modern idiots.

you awaken with dread.

i chose this cyclone with you.

i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

everyone we know understands why it's meant to be.

who else is gonna know me?

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

here we go again.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

i'm queen of sand castles he destroys.

i should've known.

we could've played for keeps this time.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

he runs because he loves me.

i knew too much.

there was danger in the heat of my touch.

he saw forever, so he smashed it up.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

i felt more when we played pretend.

he stole my tortured heart.

told me i'm better off, but i'm not.

down bad.

did you really beam me up in a cloud of sparkling dust, just to do experiments on?

i was the chosen one.

this world is bigger than us.

i knew cosmic love.

for a moment, i knew cosmic love.

now i'm down bad.

everything comes out teenage petulance.

fuck it if i can't have him.

fuck it if i can't have us.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

for a moment, i was heavenstruck.

i was heavenstruck.

i loved your hostile takeovers.

how dare you think it's romantic.

fuck it, i was in love.

fuck you if i can't have us.

so long, london.

i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift.

i pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away.

my spine split from carrying us.

i stopped tryna make him laugh.

how much sad did you think i had in me?

you'll find someone.

so long.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

i founded the club she's heard great things about.

i left all i knew.

you left me.

i stopped cpr, after all, it's no use.

the spirit was gone.

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.

two graves, one gun.

i'll find someone.

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair.

every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there.

how much tragedy did you think i had in me?

just how low did you think i'd go 'fore i'd self implode?

you swore that you loved me.

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.

i'm just getting colour back into my face.

i'm just mad as hell coz i loved this place for so long.

but daddy i love him.

i forget if this was ever fun.

these people only raise you to cage you.

these people try and save you coz they hate you.

they slammed the door on my whole world.

but daddy, i love him.

you should see your faces.

floor it through the fences.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

i know he's crazy, but he's the one i want.

growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.

he was chaos, he was revelry.

stay away from her.

the saboteurs protested too much.

i'd rather burn my whole life down.

i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'.

i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace.

i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing.

god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me.

they think it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me.

you ain't gotta pray for me.

it's just my choice.

scandal does funny things to pride, but brings lovers closer.

we came back when the heat died down.

fuck em, it's over.

time, doesn't it give perspective?

no, you can't come to the wedding.

he's the one i want.

fresh out of the slammer.

i'm running back home to you.

he doesn't understand me.

handcuffed to the spell i was under.

it's gonna be alright, i did my time.

now that i know better i will never lose my baby again.

my friends tried, but i wouldn't hear it.

he kept me going.

i swirled you into all my poems.

ain't no way i'm gonna screw up.

ain't no way i'm gonna screw up now that i know what's at stake here.

florida!!!

they said i was a cheat.

this city reeks of driving myself crazy.

your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.

can i use you up?

me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time.

i'm haunted but i'm feeling just fine.

i did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body.

i need to forget.

tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable.

love left me like this and i don't want to exist.

guilty as sin?

this cage was once just fine.

am i allowed to cry?

what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh only in my mind?

i keep recalling things we never did.

without ever touching his skin how can i be guilty as sin?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.

we've already done it in my head.

i've screamed his name.

they're gonna crucify me anyway.

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly.

i choose you and me religiously.

who's afraid of little old me?

you don't get to tell me about 'sad'.

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said.

nothing makes me feel more alive.

who's afraid of little old me?

who's afraid of little old me? you should be.

the scandal was contained.

at all costs, keep your good name.

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

is it a wonder i broke?

i was tame, i was gentle, till the circus life made me mean.

don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth.

they didn't do it to hurt you.

i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?

i'm fearsome and i'm wretched and i'm wrong.

you caged me and then you called me crazy.

i am what i am coz you trained me.

i can fix him (no really i can)

the jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud.

i can fix him.

i can fix him, no, really, i can. and only i can.

he had a halo of the highest grade.

good boy, that's right.

i'll show you heaven if you'll be an angel.

trust me, i can handle a dangerous man.

loml.

who's gonna stop us waltzing back into rekindled flames?

we were just kids.

i thought i was better safe than starry-eyed.

i felt aglow like this never before and never since.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

we're never quite buried.

you told me i'm the love of your life.

you blew in with the winds of fate.

you took me to hell too.

you shit-talked me under the table.

i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all.

should've let it stay buried.

our field of dreams engulfed in fire.

you're the loss of my life.

i can do it with a broken heart.

she's having the time of her life.

i can show you lies.

i'm a real tough kid.

i can handle my shit.

you gotta fake it till you make it.

lights, camera, bitch, smile, even when you wanna die.

he said he'd love me all his life.

he said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short.

all the pieces of me shattered.

the crowd was chanting 'more'.

i was grinnin' like i'm winnin'

i was hittin' my marks.

i can do it with a broken heart.

i'm so depressed i act like it's my birthday every day.

i'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague.

i cry a lot, but i am so productive.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i keep finding his things in drawers, crucial evidence i didn't imagine the whole thing.

try and come for my job.

the smallest man who ever lived.

was any of it true?

now you know what it feels like.

i don't even want you back.

i just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal.

i don't miss what we had.

could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

you hung me on your wall, stabbed me with your push pins.

you didn't measure up in any measure of a man.

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

were you a sleeper cell spy?

in fifty years, will all this be declassified?

confess why you did it.

good riddance.

it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

i would've died for your sins.

i would've died for your sins, instead i just died inside.

you deserve prison, but you won't get time.

you said normal girls were boring.

you were gone by the morning.

in plain sight you hid.

you are what you did.

i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive.

the alchemy.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

what if i told you i'm back?

i'm coming back so strong.

i'm the one to beat.

the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me.

who are we to fight the alchemy?

clara bow.

did you know you'd be picked like a rose?

i might die if it happened to me.

this town is fake, but you're the real thing.

the crown is stained, but you're the real queen.

you're the new god we're worshipping.

beauty is a beast that roars.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

[from-now-on-im-switzerland]

>I Just Like The Cold.

Chapter Three

Jasperxf¡reader

Multiple POV's

TW, Drowning.

I'm so sorry this took forever, I've been on my other Tumblr and forgot completely about this account 😭.

Also I'm tryna etch myself back into my twilight phase and writing always helps.

°Reader's POV°

I felt the beads of sweat dripping down my face. I tossed and turned, and my face twitched with irritation as my eyes refused to snap open from this dream. It was a simple dream. One that if I were still allowed to friends with him, I wouldn't complain, but as I'm not permitted to go anywhere near him, the only way I can hear his voice and be as close to him as I want, is in my subconscious.

He was just sat there. On a cliffside, overlooking a beautiful sunset, his head was slightly tilted as he watched the cotton candy looking clouds float through the sky. Sunsets were rare in Forks, which was probably why he was sat there, admiring it. No one else was there, until I appeared, and sat down next to him. He smiled in my direction and he put his arm around my waist. I took the opportunity and rested my head on his shoulder. But with each breath, and every blink in the sun's direction, he withered away slowly. Like a dying rose, but with it's thorns still pricking me.

"I just can't.." he said, as his face was the last of him to wash away, and I was left alone again.

I sat up, gasping for air, letting the much needed oxygen fill my lungs. I opened my curtains to see the dark of the night, the only light being from the moon and shining stars surrounding it.

Sighing, I sat back down on my bed, begging my mind to let him go. He didn't want to know me. And that hurt.

Thinking about it, I'm being pretty dramatic. It's just how in the dark I am about it all. He didn't give me an explanation of any kind. The only thing I've heard is that it's 'for my own good' or for my 'safety' but I don't get how I'm in danger. If he had just given me a reason, sure I'd still be sad that I can't be...friends with him, but I wouldn't be in a state like this. I just need answers, my mind can't comprehend the not knowing.

It was morning before I knew it, and I was running on very limited sleep. Before Emmett got to my house I met myself in the mirror, and stared at my reflection. I looked so..sick. Almost like death had greeted me like an old friend. The bags under my eyes, they hung low like anchors, anchors on one of those old fashioned war ships.

However, before I could throw myself a lifeboat, a knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts.

As I went down the stairs, a picture frame of the Rez hung by the doorway, I'd never noticed it before, but it reminded me that Seth had invited me to go swimming later today, and that lifted my mood.

I unlocked my door, grabbing my backpack. "Hey.." Emmett said, that same goofy grin smeared across his face.

"Hey Emmett" I threw him a sheepish smile, the same sheepish smile I'd been giving him over and over. He probably knew by now that it wasn't exactly a genuine smile but he met me with the same mentality everyday, being that he could make me feel better with his jokes. Now, while the jokes would make me chuckle any other time, I was too numb.

Almost like routine, I climbed into the back of Emmett's jeep as he switched the radio on, pulling away from my house.

We arrived at school and I hopped out of the jeep, thanking Emmett like usual as we walked up the steps. Emmett would drive so fast that the three of us, myself, Emmett and Rose, got to school maybe 10 minutes before the rest of the students.

We wandered through the not so densely populated corridors of the school.

"You seem a bit more cheerful today Y/n" Emmett commented.

"yeah..well Seth invited me over to La Push to go swimming" I smiled, and not a fake one.

Rosalie stopped herself from laughing by biting the inside of her cheek.

Emmett raised his eyebrows. "Swimming? It's getting colder..are you sure?" Emmett asked.

"Yes. I'm sure. I like the cold, it's refreshing. I'd rather be freezing cold than boiling hot" I admitted.

"..Well, just be careful okay?" he said, worry lacing his words.

"I will." I said, as students began to file in through the doors.

°Jasper's POV°

Each and every school day without talking to her feels like hell. I don't even need to be here, why am I here? I've graduated high school so many times. I mean, surely there's a better way to spend eternity than going to school over and over again?

Or maybe it's this school. Forks High School. Granted, this is only the second time we've been to this school, but both times one of us has...gotten invloved..with a human.

Shaking my screaming thoughts, I walked over to Edward's Volvo, and waited for him and Bella to finish class.

I leant against the hood of the car and without warning, I was paralysed by her all too familiar scent. The very scent I was craving. My eyes glued to her figure as she skipped past the car, not even blinking in my direction as she tugged Seth over to her car, her hands clinging to his wrists. Embry and Quill followed not too far behind, laughing at her antics.

"I actually can't wait, I've been needing to get out the house so bad!" I heard her. Her voice, sculpted to please my ears so delicately. My still heart tugged at its strings, begging me to call it quits and just go over to her.

Go over to her and just sweep her of her feet, both litteraly and figuratively. I want to hold her tightly in a hug that she can't escape from, I want to cradle her in my arms. I want-

I want her.

I felt a dread as I watched Seth hold the car open for her. It wasn't someone else's dread, it wasn't an artificial dread that I had moulded to place on someone. It was my own. My own dread, my own jealousy.

Seth was a great person. He was so kind and his heart had room for anyone. Can't say the same for other members of his pack..but Seth was a good egg. If that's the case, why in this moment am I wishing upon his downfall?, why am I praying for something to happen?

"Maybe cuz you're in love with her?" Edward asked, as he and Bella walked up to the car, arms linked.

"Shut up."

"-and don't you dare do anything to Seth." Bella said, inferring.

"I wasn't going to.." I muttered. "I actually like Seth." I said, rolling my eyes as I recalled the number of times his other pack members made this eternal life a little tougher than it had to be.

"I think everything's gonna turn out fine!" Alice smiled from beside me, appearing from out of nowhere.

"Oh will it now?" I asked, as we all piled into the Volvo.

"Yep!" She said, optimistically, he smile wide.

"Oh..tell me Alice, when does Jasper decide to...get over himself?" Bella asked, turning to face me from the passenger seat, earning a chuckle from Edward who was supposed to be focused on not hitting students as he pulled away from the parking spot.

Alice also giggled at Bella's remark. "Oh aren't you so funny and confident now that you've got everything you want?" I sassed.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game" She said, with her hands up in surrender, a playfull smile tugging at her lips.

Not too thrilled I risked my life for her. But y'know...we move.

I could sense Edward in my head. 'What?' I thought, bitterly.

"Jasper, if you're that worried about her going to La Push, I can get Renesme to go down there. Just to keep an eye out for her." He said.

°Reader's POV°

Seth sat next to me in my passenger seat, giving me directions to the La Push beach, while Embry and Quill sat in the back squabbling.

My eyes stayed glued to the road however, and their voices soon muffled as my thoughts began to drown them out.

I spotted Seth at the bottom of the steps, and as we walked across the car park, Embry and Quill joined us. I saw him. Leant against Edward's Volvo, not a care in the world. I'll bet he hadn't given me a thought since he walked off in that hallway. He didn't know just how much this ignorance was cursing me, just how much his cold shoulder was making my heart ache. I couldn't let him see how bad this was effecting me, I just couldn't. I grabbed Seth's wrist and skipped past him to my car. "Someone's eager" Seth commented. "I actually can't wait, I've been needing to get out the house so bad!" I said, truthfully. I fought against the urge to glance in his direction, the hope that he was looking this way slowly persuading me. I instead thanked Seth as he opened my car door for me, and I climbed inside.

"Is she in some sort of trance-" I heard Embry's voice from outside my car. Visions of Jasper fading as I felt someone shake my shoulder.

"Y/n?" Seth pulled me from my thoughts, the harsh wind easing it's way into the car through my now open door.

I shook my head and turned to face him, as he was leaning inside the car, his hand still resting comfortably on my shoulder. "Shit, sorry I zoned out" I said, laughing slightly as I got out the car, in attempts to lighten the mood.

The others cracked a smile as they ran ahead, taking off their tops as they ran into the sea. I smiled too, taking off my jacket and leaving it in the car, next to my bag of spare clothes and my shoes. "I'll race you!" I said to Seth already speeding off.

The waves just managed wash over my feet when Seth grabbed my waist and we both fell into the water, thankfully it was a little deeper than I expected, so I didn't hurt myself.

I smiled as I rose the surface again, splashing Seth when he turned in my direction. He grinned as he dove under the water, swimming beneath me, before standing back up, with me on his shoulders. I wobbled, as he began to walk about.

"Seth!" I laughed. Like..actually laughed. For the first time in a while.

°Renesme's POV°

I sat on the cliffside, looking down at the four of them. Laughing loudly and splashing each other. I could hear their racing hearts from here, as they used all their energy.

She was fine.

Uncle Jas really just has to get a grip. Apparently it was the same with Dad? Why can't men just..

..nevermind.

"What you doing up here Ness?" Jacob said, sitting next to me.

"Always the questions..never 'Hey Renesme!' or 'Hey Nessi'. Just a question for every minute I'm not attached to your hip huh?" I asked, a small smile tugging at my lips.

His lips curled up too. "Sorry."

Jacob was honestly the best friend I could ask for. I tried to hang out with the rest of the pack, to get closer to them, but Jacob just gives better company, well for me anyway. I've known him since I was born, (now given my complicated ageing process, it hasn't been that long) but that's besides the point. The point is, Jacob's like the brother I'm never gonna have.

(A!/n: bit of Jacob character redemption there for you)

The laughing died down, along with the splashing, and my head whipped back round to the four of them down at the shore. Only three of them visible and only three heartbeats audible.

°Seth's POV°

Y/n dived under the water again. I don't know what she was gonna do this time, she'd been diving under and doing the most random shit for the past five minutes, making the three of us laugh until our ribs hurt.

She was still under the water.

I saw her body beneath the surface of the waves, laying still. Was she serious? Was this a prank or something? I reached into the water and dragged her above the surface. She wasn't breathing.

I picked her up, and ran her over to the shore, placing her down gently. I've never done CPR, so I panicked. I frantically felt around her neck for a pulse but I couldn't find it. My breathing quickened, and just as me and Y/n have talked about, That ugly feeling hit.

Not now Seth, she needs you.

Before my brain could overthink anymore, Jacob and Renesme appeared.

"What happened!?" Nessi asked, her voice cracking in worry, as she knelt down to Y/n.

"We were just playing around and then she went under water but then she didn't come back up so I dragged her out of the water and-"

"-Seth!" Jacob cut me off.

I snapped my eyes over to him. "Just go get Carlisle, just in case, quickly. I'll do CPR." He said, joking Renesme.

I ran off, hearing the thuds as Jacob attempted to get the water from her lungs. The thudding faded the further I got into the woods and I phased, racing over to the Cullens'.

I ran through the woods, going tunnel vision. I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest, the thud reminding me of Jacob's palm compressing against her chest.

I leaped out of the trees and onto the road infront of thier house, Carlisle, Edward and Alice meeting me outside. "Seth.." Edward said, Bella soon appeared by his side. "Seth?" she repeated.

°Edward's POV°

Seth struggled to stay on his feet as he breathed heavily, I could see the panic behind his eyes.

'It's Y/n she's not breathing. Jacob's trying to do CPR but he said to get Carlisle, I'm not sure he knows exactly what he's doing!'

Thankfully, Jasper had gone hunting with Emmett so I didn't need to worry about him hearing.

"Carlisle, it's Y/n." I said, expressing my worry.

"Y/n?" He questioned, appearing from the house at my side. "As in Jasper's supposed singer?"

"Yes! I'll go with you, but don't tell Jasper." I said.

Carlisle nodded to me, and sped off, Seth following close behind him. Just as I was about to kiss Bella goodbye, I heard Jasper's raspy voice from the trees.

He walked out with Emmett, wiping blood from his mouth. "Don't tell Jasper what?" he asked.

°Jasper's POV°

Edward stared at me, unable to speak. I could feel his worry, and his panic. I looked to Alice and she felt the same, her sympathy tangling with Edward's apprehension.

"Don't tell me what?" I repeated.

"Guys what's going on?" Emmett said, as he began to walk inside. "Has Jacob been over or what? It stinks" He said, before he froze in his tracks on the steps.

And my thoughts froze too. We came to the same conclusion. That smell. It wasn't Jacob.

"Seth was here." I said, steeping forward. "Was she with him? Is she okay?, don't tell me she's somewhere in these woods." I rattled off questions, getting closer and closer to Edward.

"Eddie, just tell me. Where did Carlisle go, I thought I saw him speeding off with a wolf but I shook it off, now I'm enclined to not doubt what I saw, where did they go?" I asked.

The closer I got to Edward, the more on edge I felt Bella become. "Jasper.." she said.

I turned to face her. "Is Renesme not back yet?" I asked.

"Seth was here." Edward finally said, he let out an unessecary puff of air. "And he asked for Carlisle because.." he trailed off, still debating wether letting me in on the information was a good idea.

"Because what Edward?" I felt a new kind of anxiety seeping in, it infiltrated my anger, turning my voice shaky instead of stern. At this point, I think I already knew. The string of information peiced itself together the moment I realised Seth was here.

"Y/n. She-"

I needed no more information. I turned on my heal and ran through the forest, ducking and diving between branches. She can't be hurt. If she's hurt, or dead, or worse than I won't be able to live with myself.

She went to La Push to quote “get out the house” If I didn't cut her off, she wouldn't be needing a distraction. She wouldn't have been there.

My thoughts were so loud on the run to La Push, I'm almost certain Edward still heard me. I didn't want to be friends with her anymore, because deep down I knew how much my stone heart called for her. I knew how much her blood tempted me. I knew that I'd already fallen in love with her. Yet, in my attempt to remove myself from her life, and she from mine, the tugging feeling of desperacy grew stronger within my dead soul.

They say eyes are the window to the soul, and the soul is what makes someone live. Well...the dying fire in my soul was only reignited when her eyes greeted mine. She added fuel to the flames, in so many ways. She made my still heart feel as though it was skipping beats. She made the hunger, longing at the back of my throat, cry out for her. She made me feel again. Her emotions were so strong, the strongest I've ever felt from anyone, I could feel them all the time, even when I knew nothing of her whereabouts. But, in that moment, I felt nothing from her. I felt nothing but my own trepidation.

I remember the first time I saw her.

There was: Anxiety, Depression, Arousal (the classic), Embarrassment, Jealousy, Confusion, Panic. The all too familiar everyday emotions of high schoolers invaded my very senses, until a new scent hit my nose like a tidal wave and snapped me out of working order. My head sprang up as I abruptly stopped talking with Rose and I scanned the halls. That roaring flame of hunger was racing back into my throat, and I felt nothing but instant panic as this person's scent was sending me into orbit. Breathing had become a forgotten practice, not that I needed to do it anyway. My eyes darted to everyone in the halls, no one's face matching the beauty of the scent controlling my actions. I almost didn't notice Alice's hand on my shoulder attempting to calm me, as I still hadn't found the source of the alluring smell.

Until my eyes landed on her.

Her features matching her intoxicating scent all too well. My eyes were locked on hers, everything beside her was blurry and I couldn't look away. Her eyes giving me a new kind of oxygen to breathe. I sensed Edward inside my mind, reading my thoughts and that was enough to pull me out of my trance. I was able to walk away, down the hall before I ended up hurting someone. And by someone, I meant her.

I pushed my initial thoughts of her away for as long as could, before my non-beating heart took over and decided that not much harm could be done if I became friends with her. But, much to my dismay, seeing her shining eyes everyday was enough for her to take over my every thought. My each and every thought.

I got to the beach, a small crowd surrounding her. She lay still on the sand. Lifeless. Her eyes were closed and her lips were blue.

Not like this.

°Reader's POV°

I couldn't see anything but black. I couldn't think. I couldn't feel.

But for some reason, I could hear.

"How long has it since she was under the water?" I heard Dr Cullen's voice.

"About three minutes.." A man said. I heard a dog bark, as if it was disagreeing. Now surely I was starting to hallucinate.

"Scratch that, maybe five" The man corrected himself.

I could feel ice cold fingers at my neck.

"She's alive, move out of the way Jacob." Dr Cullen said, as he placed his freezing hands slightly higher up on my chest than this 'Jacob' had them earlier, and he started performing CPR.

I almost didn't want to wake up, the kind light surrounding me was welcoming me with open arms and I felt loved for the first time in a long time. Everything was bright, shiny and sparkling - it was like a celestial glow. I felt content and peacefuI. Dr Cullen kept trying to resuscitate me, but my body wasn't allowing it.

"C'mon Y/l/n" His voice echoed around me, the southern drawl non-mistakeable. "What have I said to you about getting distracted?" he said, reminding me of the baseball game. I couldn't think of anything before his voice, but now, I was invaded with visions of our forgotten friendship.

A thud against my chest.

"You gonna keep those beautiful eyes away from me forever, hotshot?" he said.

A thud against my chest.

"This isn't it. You know it's not"

A thud against my chest.

"You're not done, this isn't how we end. Not after I tried to keep you safe."

A thud against my chest.

"I miss you so much" he said, weakly.

One last thud and I was gasping for air, coughing up sea water. My rapid breathing felt familiar but the strain around my chest didn't, I could feel where the water had been, it was like it was still clawing at the sides of my lungs. My vision was blurry, and I couldn't make anyone out.

No one but him.

Masterlist

[that-one-banger-of-a-rhcp-song]

M'lady (chapter one?)

It truly was a beautiful day, and one y/n l/n was feeling terrible. Today, their alarm didn't go off, so they had to stumble out the door without coffee, their phone hadn't been charging the night before, they stepped on their cat Coco, AND their best friend (and crush) Aidan was late, meaning he couldn't brighten their day in first period. The two only had four periods together, (which is considered a lot, but not in y/n's eyes) first math with Mr. Munns, second choir with Mrs. Beu, lunch(after fifth), sixth science with Ms. Chambrose and eighth exploratory/poetry with Mr. Loomis.

    In consideration for their dear friend, y/n took notes for Aidan. When he showed up just in time for second period, they gave him the notes. "Why so late, Pretty boy?" 

"I missed the bus," he said, chuckling, he liked that nickname.

"Bus boy," they muttered, getting ready for warm up. Mrs. Beu hadn't assigned seats, but sopranos, altos, and men were expected to sit within their parts. So, naturally, the two sat next to each other. 

                                         Lunch

“It really is beautiful today,” Leo said, looking at the clouds.

“Mhm” y/n said trying to turn up the brightness on their phone, using Aidan as a shield so teachers couldn’t see.

“Y/n,” Aidan sighed, “We keep saying this is a bad idea.”

“Oh, it is” they replied, “I know it’s against the rules, but-”

“Sharing earbuds with Aidan is the most important part of the day, yada yada,” Eren piped up.

“It is!” y/n cried, “It’s three in the morning,” They sang, putting a wireless earbud in their ear and handing one to Aidan.

“And I’m tryna change your mind,” he finished, taking their earbud.

Some people thought Aidan and y/n were dating as much as the two liked each other, that wasn’t the case. Y/n often pondered if they were together, they held hands sometimes, sent good morning and goodnight texts, shared earbuds, and just did ‘couple things’ in general. But I tell Leo and Eren I love them, they always thought, trying to stop thinking about it.

“Soooooo” Eren started. “What do y’all wanna do?”

“I don’t care,” Leo responded,

“MMhhmmm?” y/n hummed, shrugging.

“I’m okay with anything really,” said Aidan.

“HELLO!” Yelled Kenny, behind the group, scaring them all. Y/n was so startled, they punched Kenny in the stomach, resulting in him crumbling to the floor, and y/n showering him with apologies.

“THEY KILLED KENNY!” exclaimed Leo.

“BASTERD!” Screamed Eren. The group stopped, before everyone but Aidan burst out in laughter.

“W-what?” The confused boy said timidly.

“It-” y/n was interrupted by their own giggling, “It’s a southpark thing.” Aidan had seen two total episodes of south park, the one where Mr. Maki gave the kids weed and got fired, and the human centipad episode. Long story short, he turned off the TV and never looked at south park again. And yet, it still haunted him.

A/N i dont know what im doing it started ok but now idk how im going to tie in plot im sorry lol

[richoff9to5s]

STREET PHARMACY

part 1

kevin. demarion. tekai.

aaliyah laid on her stomach as she grabbed the black nike shoebox from under her bed with her wraps, weed, tray and lighter. she opened it to see some wraps the trap and the lighter but no weed.

“fuck” she grumbled under her breath closing the box and sliding it back under the bed.

turning around to lay on her back, she grabbed her phone out her hoodie pocket, texting her usual dealer, demarion. he usually responded within the same minute, texted as if he was waiting on her to text. but today she waited about 10 minutes before she blew a deep breath.

she texted one of her friends asking if they knew someone who sold weed. one of her friends sent a paragraph about she needed to stop. she rolled her eyes even tho, she knew the friend was just concerned. she just liked the message and waited on the other friend to respond.

“text 562-***-****, his name is kevin”

she smiled to her self and waited til the “kevin” dude responded. which was almost immediately.

“yoo? who is dis?”

“aaliyah, lani sent me”

“ai what you want ?”

“.5, you mobile?”

aaliyah felt slow realizing; she should’ve asked before she told him what she wanted. nonetheless, she continued.

“yea send da lo.”

“1400 slayer lane”

aaliyah smiled before she jumped off her bad throwing on a hoodie and a pair of socks before doing a happy dance.

"i got 5 on itttt, smoking on that indo weed" she sung quietly to herself before laughing and rapidly stomping on her feet on the ground as if she was praise dancing. “YES LORD” she whispered screamed.

she heard her phone ding, making her throw on a pair of slides, grab her phone and ran towards the door. she was still smiling as she got to the door.

"ok" she waved her hand over her face and held a blank face expression as she opened the door.

she walked out the door, putting her hood on her head. pretending to looking around, tryna not to look directly at the car, until she got to the window.

when the window was let down; a cloud of smoke was let out and she seen two lightskins in the car.

one with a small curly afro, a broken heart emoji tattoo under his right eye and a pair of wings with the numbers 97 in between the wings, tattooed above his left eyebrow. he also had the word “slayer” tattooed in red on the left side of his jawline. the number 14 could be seen tattooed in red behind his ear. she noticed it before he turned around to look at her. he also had diamonds grills, which she could see because he smiling directly at her. along with his diamond grills he had a pair of diamond studs in his ear.

“aye this my home tekai.” the one with the curly afro pointed to man next to him in the driving seat.

the other one in the driver seat, had small curly freeforms dreads with a pair of black glasses that sat on his face. he also was littered with tattoos, he was farther but she could make out some of them like the key tattooed, beside his ear on the left side of his face or the word mia tattooed above his left eyebrow. his neck was also was covered in tattoos, she could only make out the lightening strikes on his neck. he looked at her as she approached the car then looked back down at his phone.

the one in the passenger seat smiling at her, turned his body and held his arms out the window with his fist balled up.

“you kevin?” she barely audible, and clenching her legs together.

“yes i am lil mama” kevin smiled at her. his eyes was low and red. his light brown eyes reflecting in the sun. she almost moaned before she remembered what she even wanted.

“ok , what’s yo cashapp?” she knocked her self out of her thoughts.

“nah, you good lil mama” kevin held his smile, smacking his head with hers, slickly handing her the weed.

“you have a good night, pretty girl.” he turned around his full body being back in the car and before he turned his head and waved as the car sped off.

she thought she seen the male driving wink at her but she thought she was tripping.

“damn he was fine.” aaliyah spoke as she turned around to walk back in her house. “actually both of them was fine… as hell.” she thought in her room laying on her bed as she began to break up the weed and roll it up.

[ i did not proofread, don’t get on my head. 🧍🏾‍♀️]

[sannylity]

HELLO ITS ME AGAIN the anon of fire and fics

this time i am here to ask about the assassin au!!!!!! yippie confetti!!!!!!!!!!

in particular im curious about how the two different sides (mariana & charlie) would try and be finding each other. charlie can probably just pay someone to track down mariana or do it himself but he also probably doesnt want to scare mariana or make him uncomfortable. meanwhile marianas just like "man...... that guys probably dead........... this is the worst.........................." and roier is tryna cheer him up

i had the thought that there's a cash handoff at a cafe/bar/restaurant where mariana works and he notices the very familiar guy sitting in a booth with another figure

Oh hello again!!

It’s honestly so nice for anyone to find interest in my prompts and AU’s :D But I honestly didn’t think of how they’d meet again after the party.

Though, I really do like the idea of Mariana thinking that Charlie died in it because the news doesn’t really cover everyone who died and Charlie especially doesn’t leave evidence or trace of himself on the scene so even when Mariana looked up what happened and dug around, he found nothing and assumed he died.

I also like the idea of them accidentally bumping across each other during a transaction. Charlie still not being in control of how things go and not on his terms is fascinating for his character because he is always prepared and in charge, so when he meets Mariana during a transaction no less would be interesting!

Maybe Mariana walks up to him in disbelief and Charlie’s contractor is just lost, asking if he knows him and Charlie had to separate Mariana from his work and it goes without saying that things aren’t going according to plan.

Charlie makes him wait for him to finish his transaction then Mariana just explodes on him, saying he saw the news and thought he was dead. Charlie tries to explain himself and say he was going to meet him again after the deal and Mariana is confused how he’ll do that because Charlie never asked for his number.

But you know, just assassin things. Charlie knows how to track down people, so it wouldn’t be hard, especially a civilian.

Charlie, obviously doesn’t tell him he’s an assassin. At least not yet. He comes up an excuse on how he left and survived the party, Mariana reluctantly lets it go because at least Charlie is safe and he really looks so good right now and he wants to kiss him.

So, he did.

They spend time together.

Maybe for a while, Mariana finds himself in cloud nine and in love with Charlie. Everything was going well and he’s been gushing about this guy to his friends until one day, in the middle of the night, Charlie comes over to his apartment, bleeding and gravely injured.

Charlie had nowhere else to go. He can’t go to clinics and hospitals because it would compromise his identity and that’s how Mariana finds out that he is dating a hardened killer and assassin.

Obviously, Charlie thinks the worse. That Mariana would have to leave him for his safety and it’d be crazy to keep seeing each other.

Yet, as Mariana tended to his wounds, he wanted nothing but for them to stay together. Call him crazy, but he likes having a vigilant and protective boyfriend. Also, probably not the best time, but he finds his assassin gear very hot.

Charlie laughs in shock and in pain because of the stitches and Mariana scolds him because it might tear.

Whatever happens, it doesn’t matter whether Charlie is in control of a situation or not anymore, nothing could ever stop the force of the man that is Mariana.

[goldrushzukka]

aidays playlist breakdown: chapter 4 weekend at momo's

happy birthday aidays!! you know the drill by now let's go girls

here's the fic

here's the playlist

let's get married by bleachers

its not on spotify but the mitski cover of this song is actually what i intended for this chapter. nothing against the original it's just that the mitski version makes me want to bash my head against a wall

(ID: "Change me at all costs / Starlight and star-crossed / Take me so breathless / We could be reckless / Why don't you change me at all costs? / Starlight and star-crossed / Take me so breathless". End ID)

they are changing each other. they are growing with and because of each other. like, sokka has his life in order. he has a decent apartment, a good job, and the best people in the world. he's got everything exactly how he likes it. nothing needs to change. and then along comes zuko, this whirlwind breath of fresh air, and he starts to realise maybe change doesn't always have to be bad! sometimes it's good to let people in! because what if you fall in love! AND ZUKO..... zuko finally admitting to himself (and ty lee i guess) in this chapter that he likes sokka as more than just a willing body, after he's spent so long with that part of himself closed off! he's found someone who wants him, in more ways than he realises at this point, trauma and all.

a loving feeling by mitski

ok so. this song is technically about a one-sided/secret relationship, which is not what aidays is. but. it makes me crazy.

(ID: "Holding hands under a table / Meeting up in your bedroom / Making love to other people / Telling each other it's all good / Kisses like pink cotton candy / Talking to everyone but me / I'm staying up late just in case you come up and ask to leave with me". End ID)

for me this verse is about them saying again and again this thing is casual, while doing things that clearly suggest otherwise. it's a booty call on a saturday afternoon, a hookup in a dirty bar bathroom, a quickie in the shower before work. but it's also a key, a standing coffee appointment, a jacket as a blanket. it's sleeping together and it's. well. sleeping together.

(ID: "What do you do with a loving feeling / If the loving feeling makes you all alone?". End ID)

this is the anxiety. the dark cloud hanging over the fic. they've set these boundaries, and they've both quietly broken them, so where does that leave them? what do you do with love when you're not supposed to have it?

crush by tessa violet

this is theeeee "i like you more than i probably should" anthem!!!!!!!!!!! im falling in love and its so embarrassing dont look at me!!!!

(ID: "You think I'm tepid but I'm misdiagnosed". End ID)

this is the problem sokka and zuko face. they are both falling fast and hard while convinced the other is still fine and respecting the no-strings-attached rule. "if he wanted more he would say so" you want more, are YOU saying so? didn't think so, stupid

(ID: "And I'm just tryna play it cool now / But that's not what I wanna do now". End ID)

imagine you are zuko. your very casual sex friend (who you are stupid crazy about) gives you a key to his apartment and basically gives you an open invitation to be with him in his home whenever you want (which is always). and then you spend a weekend alone in said apartment surrounded by his cat and his pictures and the smell of his shampoo, and when he comes home he asks you to stay in his bed with him. and you are expected to be normal about this because one time in a bathroom at a dive bar when you were trying to get back into this guy's pants you said you would be.

(ID: "You make it difficult to not overthink / And when I'm with you I turn all shades of pink, ah / I wanna touch you but don't wanna be weird / It's such a rush, I'm thinking wish you were here, ah-ah". End ID)

this is the nature of a crush: every crumb of maybe, every inch in the right direction, hyperanalysed and overthought until you feel like you might explode. what did he mean when he said "how's my baby?" can he tell he makes me want to scream? is it okay to touch him, is it okay to hold him, is it okay to want him?

(ID: "But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like / Hopin' you'd text me so I could tell you / I been thinking 'bout your touch like / Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch / I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush". End ID)

the predicament zuko and sokka have put themselves in is that they want each other so badly that they cannot imagine making the first move. because what if it goes wrong? what if they say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, and then the whole thing is ruined forever and they can never see each other again? they're both in this state of knowing that if it turns out their feelings are reciprocated, this is it, they are in this for the long haul, 104 years old dying in each other's arms -- but also knowing that if the feelings are NOT reciprocated, they are in for the worst heartbreak anyone has ever felt ever in the history of heartbreak. both equally terrifying options.

kill the director by the wombats

you know when you have a crush and everything is just pain all the time but youre also having the time of your life. yeah

(ID: "I've met someone that makes me feel seasick / Oh, what a skill to have, oh, what a skill / To have so many skills that make her distinctive / But they're not mine to have, no they're not mine". End ID)

i think one of the most important things in any ship dynamic is for both of them to think the other is the most divine creature to ever walk the earth. unfortunately for them (but fortunately for me) this is a perfect breeding ground for anxiety and "oh woe is me my beloved is a magnificent angel and i am but a lowly slug how could they possibly return my affection" type internal narratives.

365 by katy perry & zedd

katy perry literally always gets it right like every time she steps into the studio she becomes vessel for god

(You make the weekend feel like year / Baby, you got me changing / 24/7, I want you here / I hope you feel the same thing". End ID)

(ID: "I want you to be the one to stay / And give me the night and day". End ID)

I think this speaks for itself:

When Sokka crosses the room and slips under the covers beside him, Zuko says, “I can leave, if you want. I can go home.”

He says it, and doesn’t move a muscle. 

Sokka reaches across him to turn off the light. He finds the switch, and then there’s the moment of eyes adjusting to the dark, and then Sokka realises that his face is barely an inch from Zuko’s.

A small voice, rabid and impulsive from sleep deprivation, whispers in the back of his mind. Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him until you can’t breathe.

Sokka doesn’t kiss him. Instead, he tests the flexibility of casual another way.

He asks, still barely hovering over Zuko, “What if I don’t want that?”

Zuko swallows. “I can stay.”

“So stay,” Sokka says, and lays his head down on Zuko’s chest.

-

Sokka steps over his discarded shoes and slips into bed beside him.

“I can leave, if you want,” Zuko says, and doesn’t move an inch. “I can go home.”

Sokka reaches across him for the lamp, and now they’re chest to chest, and Zuko can barely breathe. His eyes drop to Sokka’s mouth.

The light goes out.

“What if I don’t want that?” Sokka asks. Zuko can’t see much in the dark, but he can make out the shine of Sokka’s eyes and the pleading shape of his brow.

Hesitation creeps up his throat. Zuko swallows it.

“I can stay,” he says. His blood pounds in his ears.

Sokka moves then, shifting downward. He lays his head on Zuko’s chest and whispers, “So stay.”

Zuko stays, and lets himself fall.

[angelvyxen]

yess!! run it by us 👏🏽 what do you have for BIG DEUCE 🙌🏽

Okay, I need y’all to stick with me here because the idea is a little.. outside the box.

The series is going to be called ‘Munch’ and the title indicates exactly what it’s going to be about.

Jayson, in the series, is a pussy fiend. Specifically a fiend for your pussy.

He has a pussy eating addiction. Real bad. The series would follow the lengths he goes through, just to get a taste. A touch. A whiff, even. In his mind, he’s placed eating your pussy above breathing air, and when he doesn’t have it for prolonged periods of time, he gets antsy.

So, for the first installment of the series, I was going to title it Halftime. Let me set the scene for you;

You and Jayson have been together for roughly a year and a half, and everything is going great, he’s planning on proposing [that comes in a later part of the series], you two are madly in love, it’s all sunshine and rainbows.

In the series you are a travel nurse. In the beginning of the relationship, your career didn’t bother him but as his dependency on you grew, your job became a sore spot in the relationship [this will be elaborated on & shown in more detail]. You, being the independent woman that you are [pur], still decided to work. You take up a job in [unspecified rival team of the Celtics city] and have been there for a little over a month now. Usually, Jayson would frequently visit but his schedule has also been crowed too, between brand deals, promotions, photo shoots, interviews, and Deuce, he hasn’t had time to visit you. You can see how this is an issue for him [hehehe].

So, he finally has a game against [unspecified rival team] on their home court and can see you. He is ecstatic. The plan for the night is that he’d pick you up from work after the game and you two would spend the rest of the time he had left in the city together but lucky you, you got off early so you decided to surprise him by showing up naturally.

You get to the game right before halftime and are seated in the family and friends section— right where he can see you. Up close and personal.

The games not going well, he can’t focus and is just completely off his game. He’s getting trash-talked by [unspecifed player on rival team that he hates], people are booing him whenever he steps up to the free throw line, and he’s missing almost all the shots he takes.

Halftime rolls around and he snatches you up. The anger, the restless and desperation all swirl together to cloud any common sense he has. He’s dragging you along and you’re trying to calm him down like the good girlfriend you are [it doesn’t work]. The two of you end up in [unspecified rival team]’s locker room and he sits you right in [unspecified player he hates]’s locker. [unspecified rival team] is up by 20, so they don’t see a point in taking a locker room meeting break, they’re still out on the court doing shoot around, giving the two of you privacy [this is not a good thing lmao].

He’s tryna munch, you’re trying to be reasonable and say this isn’t the time, he doesn’t like being told no… he proceeds to munch. [there will also be a part where you try and give excuses and he gives very not mentally sound answers. I’m not gonna give y’all tewwww much of the plot].

In the end he, being the unhinged man that he is, makes you squirt all on [unspecified player that he hates] things.

So… Jayson girlies.. thoughts?

I also have 3 other concepts for imagines in the series ready but let me know if this idea is insane. 🥴

[cozyleeknows]

Our Safe Spot.

Pairing~Soft! Felix x Reader

Genre:Heavy Angst (not from him) with fluffy ending

Summary: Y/n ran away to get out of an abusive relationship and her BestFriend took her to their spot.

Warnings: Confessions, kinda kidnapping, Abusive ex, being in an uncomfortable position.

Word count:801

"Let go of me!" You say. You've been working non-stop lately, hoping to get some rest just to see your 'boyfriend' at your front door. He tried to put you in his car. "Y/n! Stop resisting, y'know you still love me!" You were so tired, you couldn't fight anymore. As soon as he got you into the car, he tried to put his hand on your thigh. "Fuck off!" You say. The whole ride was uncomfortable. He kept tryna touch you, the air was hot , and the silence was agonizing. He locked the doors so you couldn't get out. He was never like this when you first started dating. You could have sworn he was the sweetest guy ever. Until he realized how close you were with your best friend, Felix. Felix was amazing, he was perfect. Although you didn't see it, he had the best boyfriend material. He was never the type to do things to hurt anyone. He was sweet to everyone. No one had anything against him. Every now and then, you would get shipped with him, which made your 'boyfriend' mad. He hated Felix.

Once you've arrived, you could see that you were in front of an abandoned house. You were so confused, where was he taking you? What was he gonna do to you? All you can think about was getting up and about from here. As soon as he unlocked the doors, you ran. As fast as you can, you didn't know where you were going, just trying to get out of his sight. "Y/n!" He yells, trying to run after you. It felt like a good while as his voice started to fade. Panting, you sit down on the sidewalk, almost collapsing. You reach in your front pocket to get your phone. As soon as you got it, you went to emergency contacts and called Felix. Without a doubt, he picked up in 2 seconds. "FELIX- Felix he tried to- h- hurt me!!!" You yell. "Calm down y/n, are you okay? Are you safe? where are you? Who tried to hurt you?" He asked, trying to not sound worried. "I don't know- where I am! He forced me into a car and took me somewhere, then - then I ran!" You were still panting. "Okay, it's okay, just- just sit tight and I'll come and get you." Felix says, you can hear his keys rustling. You soon start catching your breath in relief. You looked a mess.

Not even 10 minutes later, you hear Felix's car show up. "Y/n!" He yells. "Felix!" You say, while getting up. Just as you were getting in the car, you hear your ex's voice, "Y/n- ah! Come here now!" He yells you get in the car and Felix speeds off. Your heart was beating fast. "Who was that?" Felix asks. "My ex." You say your words were cut short. For some reason, the environment felt different. The air was warm, Felix kept his hands on the stirring wheel, quiet jazz music played, and it smelled like white Jazmine flowers. Dozing off, you feel a hand carefully lay on your thigh, but this time, you didn't push it off. You felt so comfortable at that moment, you never wanted to leave. Your dreams were so vivid, you were walking around on clouds. Feeling very soft on your feet. It smelled exactly like the car. The air was warm with breezes flowing. You started to feel your right hand getting held by someone else. Turning to your side, you see Felix. "Y/n, I've wanted to tell you this for a long time, I lo-" your dreams were cut off by the sudden shake on your shoulder. You were at a place only Felix and you knew. The only place where you were truly safe. It was a garden, covered in trees. After you get out of the car, he takes you by the hand to the center of the garden.

The center of the garden had no trees, clean grass, and roses covering its surface. This felt more like a dream than your actual dreams. You both sat down, talking for a while. Felix looked a little tired. After talking for what felt to be 1 second, Felix looks you in the eye. "Y/n.." he says, he sounds awfully- worried. "Hm?" You say, nonchalantly. "I really don't know how to tell you this but-" he says, after shoving his face into his hands. "I- I love you, like, a lot." Your mouth draws agape, he then looks up to see your expression. "Y'know what just forget this ever happ-"

"Felix," you say, "I love you too.." It was his turn to be surprised. Was that it? Was your dream warning you in a good way? Is this how your perfect life begins?

Here you go liyah! @ilobehwanghyunjin