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Fic Check Up
I just spent several hours doing a little check up of where I am with all 10 of my ongoing fics currently. If you know of another fic that's unfinished, please tell me. I have legitimately forgotten it at this point since I literally filtered my own fics on AO3 to see what was still in progress.
No, plot bunnies I've rambled about don't count. This list would have taken days if that was the case.
I started with a list, what universe it was, and then three basic questions. Really assessing how I feel about these fics in terms of where they are, where I want them to be, and if I even want them to be at this point.
If you like any of these fics, especially if it appears I don't, do not take it personally. In fact, you can just tell me what you love about the fic in question. Oftentimes, I find myself inspired to write more when I feel as though there is something new worth loving about a fic. Or just that someone also vibes with my freak lol, it's a weird, messy thing. Inspiration. Wish I was dedicated to that grind enough to not need this list, but unfortunately these are all self-indulgent and subject to my capricious moods.
In order of most recently updated to least.
The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep
Universe?
PokĂŠmon Sword/Shield
How far along is it?
Still in the first part, the tournament. Currently plan to have it run until the end of Sword/Shield content where Feo is sent to Paldea where the next fic will be. About maybe four arcs total?
Can you expect an update in the future?
Well, it rather depends because of how Iâm writing Pokemon battles, honestly. With a lot more detail and planning, a technically short scene (a single pokemon battle) may span multiple chapters as I have to plot out every single move and consequence. I have a vague idea of how I want the rest of this fight to go at least. Not sure how many of the battles Iâll cover so thoroughly, so if you enjoy the battles as Iâm writing them, do let me know so I can weigh the effort it takes to plot them out when theyâre not strictly plot-necessary and overall enjoyment.
Are you still in love with this story?
I think Iâm more in love with the sequel I thought I could cheat my way into, but I am enjoying the build up. Once I manage to finish and start the real story I wanted to write, itâs going to be great.
Lay Down New Tracks
Universe?
PokĂŠmon Black/White (past in PokĂŠmon Red/Green/Blue/Yellow)
How far along is it?
Still in the start where Fin is establishing her attempt at getting back into battling. Currently plan on three arcs? Depends on if I include Ingoâs foray into Arceus Legends. Four then. One arc will run in the background as the backstory for Fin and their tragic past in increments.
Can you expect an update in the future?
Iâve actually already started the next chapter, which will cover lightly some legal issues with going to a public venue for someone whoâs already kinda famous in their own right. Not sure about directly after that. Iâve only lightly plotted this one out.
Are you still in love with this story?
Yeah, though perhaps not madly, I enjoy writing characters who have fallen on hard times finding their way to happiness. The silly moments I have planned and the idea that even after severe loss we can find love and fulfillment is alluring.
A Lone Melody
Universe?
One Piece
How far along is it?
About the end of the first arc/beginning of the second arc. I plan on about three in total? Arlong regaining custody will be the second arc officially leading through her life with him until the fall of Arlong Park.
Can you expect an update in the future?
Well, I have a pretty decent plot outline for this fic but my motivation for it is kinda iffy at best to be honest. I didnât spend nearly as long falling in love with the story I wanted to tell as I did my other fics, though that clearly isnât a shining indication of success in churning out chapters. And thatâs assuming I stick with what I have planned. Itâs a mixed bag, basically.
Are you still in love with this story?
I donât think I ever got to fall in love with it to begin with. It barely feels like mine, to be honest, though Iâve definitely tried. Honestly, it feel like the original expectation of this story was the kind of story I could never really tell. I think I love the idea of a story about struggling with a mixed heritage and finding your own way between them. Having to let go of people who love you but canât love you enough to let go of their own prejudice.
And what it feels like the many, many, many asks wanted was like, fifteen chapters of Goofy, Overly Attached Platonic Yandere Dad Arlong and Co getâs their teeth kicked in by cute crowdfunded OC. Which is fine, I could have done that through asks in bits and pieces, but a full blown fic like that? Not so much. Which kinda bums me out cause I only write and post for one of two reasons (both if Iâm lucky). 1). I really love the story. And 2). Other people really love the story. And by all accounts, it doesnât seem like anyone likes the story that much, theyâre at best waiting for the Goofy, Overly Attached Platonic Yandere Dad Arlong ect. Ect. Bits. Itâs odd. And kinda depressing.
How Our Seeds Grow
Universe?
One Piece
How far along is it?
Still the first part where the reader is officially with the Whitebeard crew. If I do a direct 1-1 on chapters with the first version âOh, Sweet Child of Mineâ, Iâm 3/15 chapters in, AU ends not included since many of them are smuts.
Can you expect an update in the future?
Realistically, I already know what this next chapter will be but my motivation hasnât been great for it. Or any of my current projects really. So⌠no idea.
Are you still in love with this story?
This story is a little odd cause itâs a rewrite-ish of another fic. I like it, but Iâm not sure if I love it necessarily? In theory, this fic should be a walk in the park since every chapter is technically already written. And yet, Iâm not even a third of the way through after months. I guess I just didnât ride my own hype train hard enough while it lasted? Hard to say.
A Friend of Charlotte
Universe?
Security Breach
How far along is it?
Still in the establishing area, basically. Though Iâm reaching the end of it. With the meet and greet section finishing after the first week of school. I believe I planned out three parts. The fall area, the winter break segment with a sleepover in the Daycare where things get really fucky, and then the summer where Gregory makes his grand appearance.
Can you expect an update in the future?
This is one I lowkey got a little stuck on but I might just do a little time jump past what Iâm struggling to bridge on and just do small flashbacks for whatâs in between. If so, I will have quite the funny cold opening for the next chapter.
Are you still in love with this story?
I like the backstory stuff I have planned that hasnât shown up yet. I still love the fic in my head. Not really with a burning passion or anything, but this is probably one Iâd genuinely cry about if I ended up deciding to drop it. I spent so long planning literally everything. Itâs dark, its spooky, itâs got found family, and people who genuinely want to do their best. I love it to pieces, I just wish I didnât choke so much when writing my fics.
Python Scramble
Universe?
Security Breach
How far along is it?
I think Iâm at the end of the first part? Iâve set up a lot of stuff and kinda lost steam and how to bridge before the events of the game. But either itâs 1/3rd done or ½ done. Unclear.
Can you expect an update in the future?
Ah, yet another one I got through all the âhoneymoon phaseâ chapters out in rapid order only to stall before anything of serious plot substance. Iâll have to reread it all and consider how to just get over this hill. Hopefully, once I do that the rest will fall in line faster than what it has so far⌠which isnât very fast at all.
Are you still in love with this story?
Same as the last one, really, which makes sense since I wrote and planned them around the same time. Itâs got a lot of stuff I really love, though Iâd be a little less upset to have to call it dead officially. Does seem a shame itâs sat so close to the ending for so long mostly because it feels like it should be longer but I genuinely donât have much more to write for it before the climax.
Dreamcatcher
Universe?
Hollowknight
How far along is it?
Iâd say maybe 1/4th? I wanted the halfway point to be her realizing who sheâs actually looking for with the last part being basically the dream battles and discovering why she was there in the first place before battling the Radiance.
Can you expect an update in the future?
Oh boy, as one of my earlier fics, this one also suffers from first act hesitation. Where Iâve set up a lot of stuff but now am unsure how to carry through. A time skip, while a little infuriating given how much I originally envisioned a smooth transition, may be needed. Will need to seriously reassess and possibly after lessening my self-imposed load.
Are you still in love with this story?
Ah, needlessly dark backstories and hilarious present day shenanigans. I still love this story and Iâm still genuinely excited about the dark twist thatâs just waiting to be revealed. But Iâm just unsure how to get there now. Thereâs a lot of weird shit between those two points Iâd need to work out unfortunately.
But Seriously, What if?
Universe?
Undertale???
How far along is it?
Odd question since Itâs a bunch of prompts. But I have 7 left undone so⌠I also donât plan on taking anymore.
Can you expect an update in the future?
Yikes, I would not hold my breath. I keep hoping for the motivation to knock them all out but I also honestly forgot about this one until making this list. Big oof to me.
Are you still in love with this story?
I can barely remember this fic(?) on a good day, but it does feel like a promise to write these last prompts. I donât like breaking promises. It would be pretty upsetting to officially throw in the towel.
Seeing Fire and Lionhearts in the Night
Universe?
Undertale
How far along is it?
I just checked it and it seems to be at the end of the first part. The second is the courting and the third will be the threat/climax.
Can you expect an update in the future?
Hey, have you ever read your own work and laughed with embarrassment? Yeah, thatâs me. I forgot I seriously worked light BDSM themes into a courting system lmao, so that was a throat punch for sure. Iâm not getting rid of it, but I will need to figure out how to actually write the romance Iâve set up and thatâs already shot one fic dead. Did really like the background stuff I was doing though.
Are you still in love with this story?
Not exactly? Didnât do nearly enough work with Iris and Grillby to sell the romance. I just liked the weird bartender dude and wanted to do something besides a Sans romance lol. Do like the background work I was going though. The idea is intriguing to me.
Monster I have Become
Universe?
Undertale
How far along is it?
Well, story wise I appeared to have more or less set up the final plot. I just didnât know how to bridge it to the final set piece and, honestly, this is a problem I have often lol.
Can you expect an update in the future?
I forgot how fucking dark this one was, I wonât even lie to you guys. Like, seriously fucking dark. Jesus. Is it really my work if thereâs not unexpectedly dark and horrific scenes out of nowhere? Seriously love the world building I was doing. Just really faltered on how to bridge the âfish out of waterâ storyline and âhorrific creation of manâ thing I had going on. Wasnât expecting to reread the last few chapters and still love it so much though.
Are you still in love with this story?
I literally just re-read the last two chapters and have fallen in love with it all over again despite having forgotten what Iâd written. God, my early fanfic era was so dark. I remember being so jazzed about all the work I was putting into the world building and setting things up. Having so much fun I choked near the âendâ cause I didnât know how to make it all worth it in the end.
It has to end eventually, though. And Iâll probably be crying when itâs finished because of how much love I put into this fic going into it. Itâs so weird and self-indulgent without lowkey being me working through my sexuality lmao, though it is definitely the start of me reckoning with my body issues. Ah, the desire to have a complete foreign body so I can actually justify not liking anything about myself physically while gaining cool ass traits impossible in my current self. Yeah, my early works were weird. But I canât deny how passionate about the stories I was. And kinda still am, honestly.
#mittens update#a lone melody#oh sweet child of mine#how our seeds grow#undertale#pokemon fanfiction#hollowknight fanfiction#undertale fanfiction#it was kinda funny rereading some of these cause I was like#damn i hope this updates soon!#and then I realized#that's in my corner fam#i have to update that#oof#big oof
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oop finally got to play the beta story update, gonna ramble in tags (will have spoilers)
#not abt the update part but I played it with a friend and when unmei woke up in the hospital she was like âhey right like in your ficâ and-#I lost it#but. but!! there was so much more new stuff than I thought there would be!!#love how we learned more about kisoji (and damn I love him being a trickster type player)#and the team bonding starting up... sakurazaki showing his soft side.. unmei getting more expressions.... love it#we kept joking abt unmei not telling kisoji that oh right if I train too I#might die whoopsie but that could actually be a cool plot point if it comes up like..... in a situation where it would had been good to-#know beforehand. or something#love how sakurazaki just kept watching unmei kicking around and deciding that it was just an Unmei Thing#I really really hope raika is the mastermind behind the kraken whatever thing.. am I reading it too wrong if it seems to point that way?#but yea finally I can go check the sakka tags again#hopefully I'll get to doodle something soon.. been a bit busy (but luckily prepared a queue beforehand so it probs doesn't seem like that :>#ok I think that's it#OH YEAH cat petting is the most important update yea#ignore me ok
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FANFIC UPDATE EMAIL RIGHT AS IM GOING TO BED
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I tried it and it let me so idk? It might be that I need to update tumblr but I dont wanna
Goddamn
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sometimes i look at my overall stats on ao3 and im just like
what the fuck
#speculation nation#seventy SEVEN. THOUSAND.#god i remember when i was so stoked about getting my first 500 hits on discacc lmao#now of course discacc is 64k of those 77k#but ykno what itnl got several hundred hits just from that last update So. gaining some traction! im at 4k hits for it now#im hoping ppl like the chapter im gonna post tonight heheheheh#7.2k words and it's Pretty Damn Good if i do say so myself#so this word count total is gonna be over 630k. soon...#i say 'soon' tho it's gonna be some hours. i wanna reply to comments on the last chapter and Then i have to edit#but i'll get there. gotta choose some good music to put on now hmhmhmhm
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Hey guys sorry I havenât been active that much, the tumblr app has just been kinda insufferable to be on đđ¸
#like itâs just having multiple problems for me??#I donât know what last update messed up everything for me bug damn#I hope it gets fixed soon#sayori cringe moment
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maren-emilie â fleeblesim
#I finally did it!#been wanting to change it for a while#about damn time lol#hope I don't hate this tomorrow lmao#gonna have to update my links now oof#hopefully I'll have some stuff to post soon#since I'm officially on christmas break
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Hey guys, happy one year anniversary to We're Longing For Daylight.
Cannot believe it's been a year already since I tripped and fell into this insane fandom. I don't have anything planned for the anniversary, since time snuck up on me and body slammed me.
But those of you who want to see where this all started, this is the prompt, and the post, that started it all.
(Stares at WIP folder. Oh, how this spawned so many things)
Here's the link to the completed story. The sequels are linked in. (Yes I said sequels, I fell hard okay?)
We're Longing For Daylight on AO3 (Completed)
Short DPXDC Prompts #364
Nocturn makes a pact with Professor Hugo Strange to advance both their power and skill. Gotham residents are falling into comas. The Bats donât know whatâs happening. One of their own has fallen and the amount of comatose Gothamites exponentially increases each day. If only they had a connection to someone from the GZ or liminal person that could help them.
#Akela's Antics#Akela Writes#Links#DPxDC#Danny Phantom#DC#This dragged me in so fucking hard.#I have so many ideas#And I will be updating Midnight soon#I hope#The post that started it all#Damn you prompt
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Our Dirty Little Secret
Part 2 to my fic Dirty Little Secret, check out part 1 is you havenât already. Thank you for reading <3
âGenre: Smut 18+ MDNI
âPairing: sex worker!Mingi x fem!reader
âWord Count: 6.9k
âWarnings: Mingi is a bit submissive in this, unprotected sex, recording while having sex, praise, sending nudes, hand job, fwb, mention of porn (lmk if I missed anything)
âSummary: After finding out about your best friend Mingiâs secret porn account, you grew to accept his decision in his line of work. You actually start to feel very curious about it yourself, and Mingi is more than happy to fulfill your curiosity.
âa/n: This took so long and I donât really like it that much but I hope you do lol :,)
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You throw your head back laughing, holding your stomach after your friend said something to make you laugh. You were sitting in a small cafe, matcha in hand, while you chatted with your friend from work.Â
âIâm serious, it fell and spilled all over me,â he says, taking a sip of his latte.
âSan, youâre such a clutz. How many times has that happened now?â
âThree,â he says quietly, and you laugh harder.Â
âIs Mingi coming or what?â San says, rolling his eyes at you.
"Yes, Iâm sure he is.â
You hear a ping come from your phone; oh, that must be Mingi. You pick it up and open the message without a second thought, not realizing it was an image he sent.
Loser (Mingi): Should I post this? :))
(attached image)
You choke on your drink, staring at the photo of Mingi holding his hard dick in his hand. San looked at you confused, and you try to compose yourself, trying not to act like a fool in front of your coworker.
âWhat?â He asks.
âUm⌠heâs uh stuck in traffic.â
"Bro, you scared me; youâre acting like you saw something you shouldnât have.â
You felt your ears heat up. Damn Mingi, he did this on purpose. Ever since that night at his house, he started to send you nude videos and pictures of himself; you loved it at first. But then he started doing it to tease you, sending stuff when you were at work or in times when he knew you couldnât be alone to touch yourself. Heâs a menace, that damn Mingi.
You set your drink down to text Mingi back.Â
You: WHAT THE HECK?!?Â
Loser (Mingi): what?Â
You: YOU KNOW IM WITH SAN RIGHT NOW, YOU CANT JUST RANDOMLY SEND ME YOUR DICK LIKE THAT!!
Loser (Mingi): Aww, you donât like my dick anymore? :(
You internally palm your forehead. In this moment, you thank whatever god there is that you can pull off a pretty good poker face. You glance at San before looking back at your phone, thumbs dancing against the keyboard as you typed back at Mingi.
You: Shut up, where are you? Me and San are waiting.
Loser (Mingi): Iâm coming. Iâm coming. No need to get your panties in a twist.
You roll your eyes, setting your phone down to look back at San, who was waiting patiently to have your attention back on him.
âHeâs on his way,â you huff.
âGreat. Itâs been a while since Iâve seen him.â
San smiles softly, showing off his dimples, and he takes another sip of his latte. You hear another ding from your phone, and you glance down at the screen in your lap.
Loser (Mingi): So you donât like the photo? </3
You: Of course I like it. Now hurry up and get over here.
Mingi smiles down at the phone after reading your response. He turns off the car, stepping out and walking toward the door of the cafe. He can see you and San through the window; he was there the whole time watching. He just wanted to see your reaction to his teasing, that little prick.Â
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You, San, and Mingi all caught up with each other, updating one another about your lives, telling stories, and cracking jokes. It was now getting darker, the sun started to set, and the cafe became emptier. You check the time on your phone before speaking.
"Oh, theyâre going to close soon. We should probably head out.âÂ
San checks the time as well, looking down at his watch and letting out a sigh. He looked up, glancing at you and Mingi, who sat together in front of him.Â
âYeah, I should probably head home now. I have to study for my upcoming exam.âÂ
You all agree to end the night here, getting up out of your seats and picking up your trash. Mingi takes your empty cup and drapes your jacket over his shoulder.Â
âThatâs alright, man. Good luck on your exam.â
âThanks Mingi.â
Mingi and San shake hands, patting each other back. You pull San in for a hug, and Mingi tries to ignore the small pang of jealousy he felt when he noticed Sanâs arms wrapping around your waist.Â
"Bye, Sannie; see you next time.â
âOh, did you need a ride back home?â
You pull away from the hug, and Mingi steps in, wrapping his arm over your shoulder.Â
âItâs okay, I can take her.âÂ
San glances at the two of you, smiling softly. There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes, but he shrugged it off and waved goodbye.
âAlright, well, Iâll get going. Good night.â
You and Mingi both wish him a good night and watch him walk off. Once San was out of sight, you pulled yourself from Mingiâs hold. You look up at him with an annoyed face, causing Mingi to put his hands up in defense.
âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âI told you to stop sending those things to me when Iâm out in public.â
You playfully smack his chest, making Mingi chuckle quietly. You turn on your heels, walking out the cafe and toward Mingiâs car in the parking lot.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
He follows behind you, catching up fairly easily due to his long legs. He beats you to the passenger seat, opening the car door for you. You huff, climbing in and sitting back with your arms crossed. Mingi couldnât help the sly smirk plastered on his face as he walks around the car and climbs in the driver seat.
âWipe that smug look off your face.â
âOr what?â
Mingi leans closer, glancing at your lips, then back at your eyes. He looked so pretty under the dim lighting. You fight every urge to smash your lips against his, but you didnât give him that satisfactory.Â
Instead, you turned your head, looking out the window. Mingi frowned a bit when you didnât give him what he wanted. He turned the car on, faint music playing quietly in the background.
âDonât give me that treatment. You loved the photo; I know you did.â
He drove out of the parking lot, and you watched the darkened trees pass by. You scoffed at his words, not bothering to look back at his face. Obviously you liked the photo; you couldnât stop thinking about it the whole time you were out. You caught yourself staring at Mingi a little longer than you should have, admiring his pretty lips and hands (and all the things they can do to you).Â
Your silence only makes Mingi smirk wider, already knowing whatâs on your mind. He glanced at you for a second, then back on the road, one of his hands reached down to grip your thigh.
âAw, donât be mad at me, baby. I noticed how you were staring at me back at the cafe.â
Your body tensed, and the feeling of his large hand grabbing the flesh of your thigh made you feel a stir at the pit of your stomach. Of all days, why did you decide today was the day to wear a dress? He gripped your thigh, massaging it in his hand, running his fingers higher up under your dress.
âYou look so pretty in this dress. It took every ounce in me not to rip it off and pound you in front of San.â
Images of Mingiâs words flashed in your head, causing your breath to grow more shallow. You subconsciously pressed your thighs together; that didnât go unnoticed by Mingi. He let out a low chuckle, squeezing your thigh harder. God, you hated how easily he can rile you up. He knew exactly what he was doing; his ego was seriously too big for his own good.Â
You take his hand and guide it back to the steering wheel. Mingi cocked his brow up, feeling a sense of amusement when you play hard to get.
âTwo hands on the wheel, Mingi.â You teased.
âFine, but later tonight Iâll have two hands on you.â
After a few minutes of shooting each other glances and bantering with a bit of flirting, you finally arrive at your place. You reach for your belongings, but Mingi already grabbed them for you, your jacket and purse in his hand as he steps out of the car. You rolled your eyes at him and watched as he ran around the car to open the door for you.Â
âIâm perfectly capable of opening the door,â you snickered.
âHey, let me be the gentleman I am.âÂ
âYou just want pussy.âÂ
Mingi fights back a little; he wasnât expecting you to say something so straightforward. He closed the door, feeling heat creep up on his cheeks. Thank God it was dark out so you couldnât see him blush.
âThatâs not...â he says quietly.Â
He was brought back to his senses when you walked past him. There was a sly smirk on your face; shy Mingi was always so cute; you just donât get to see it often. Mingi catches up to you when you stop at the front door, keys jingling as you turn the lock.Â
You both step in, placing your belongings down and slipping off your shoes. Almost immediately, you felt Mingiâs hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a small yelp, smiling up at Mingi, who towered over your figure.
âHey, let me breathe first. I just got home,â you chuckle.
âCanât wait.â
He leans down to place kisses on your neck. You couldnât help but chuckle at his eagerness, and you push him away slightly. He shoots you a small pout when you reject him, and you coo internally at his expression, reaching up to pinch his cheek.Â
âDown boy,â you joke.Â
Mingi reluctantly pulls his arms off you with a huff. He walks over to the couch and plops down on it, sulking like a puppy who just got scolded. You laugh at his behavior, walking to him and cupping his jaw.
âIâm going to go shower, then you can have all my attention.â
His head perks up at your words, and a smirk widens on his face.Â
âCan I join?âÂ
âNo Mingi. Just be good and wait okay.â
His body slumps at your words. A strange feeling crashed over him when you told him to be good; he had no choice but to give in.Â
âDonât keep me waiting too long then.âÂ
âIâll be quick; donât worry.â
You ruffle his hair before walking away, swaying your hips more than usual. Mingi watched you intently, admiring your figure. Once you were out of sight, he let out a sigh, falling back on the couch.Â
âDamn tease,â he whispered to himself.Â
He picked up his phone in an attempt to find some kind of entertainment. He opened the Twitter app and was immediately met with porn videos. He forgot to switch back to his regular account again; he really needed to get out of that habit. He looked through his DM's  and noticed an unopened message from the buyer of the video you helped Mingi film. He smiled at the message after reading it.
âThis was hottttđ correct me if Iâm wrong, but it looks like someone helped you film this?? If thatâs the case, I think you should film more with them; Iâm sure others would love to see it (I know I will).đâ
Film more with them? Mingi likes the sound of that. Heâs always fantasized about recording you while you both fucked, maybe even posting it if you allowed it. But he was always too nervous to ask, afraid that might scare you away.
After a few minutes, you finally get out of the shower. When you walked back in the living room now wearing sleep shorts and a black spaghetti strap top, Mingi (unashamedly) checked you out. He couldnât help the smirk that grew on his face when he saw you.Â
âIâm back, did you miss me?â
âYes, very much,â he says without taking his eyes off your hips.Â
You walk past Mingi, sitting on the couch next to him while his eyes stayed glued to you the whole time. You kick your feet up on the couch, getting comfortable and trying to ignore Mingiâs hard gaze. You reach forward to grab the remote and turn the TV on.Â
âYou know you never answered my question from earlier,â Mingi said.
âWhat question?â
âIf I should post the picture or not.â
You think back at the nude. Mingi sent you when you were out with San. You glared at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
âOh my bad for not answering when you sent me a dick picture in public.âÂ
Mingi smiled, feeling pleased with himself. He leans back, hands resting behind his head.
âYouâre not giving me feedback.â
You roll your eyes at him, fighting back a smile. God, you wanted to shove him down on the couch and sit on his face; that way he wouldnât be able to give you that smug look.Â
"Yes, post it. itâs really hot.âÂ
You turn back to the TV, scrolling through to pick something to watch. Mingiâs smirk widens; he looks down at you, admiring your pretty thighs.Â
âHot? Did it turn you on?â
He reached down, grazing the soft, supple skin. You allowed Mingi to touch you, still scrolling the TV and failing to find something to watch. You give up, setting the remote down and turning to Mingi.Â
âWhat are you going to do if I say yes?â
He leans in closer, hiding his face in your neck as he takes in your scent. He always loved the smell of your body wash; it drove him crazy. He grazed his teeth against your earlobe, sucking it gently.Â
âWhatever you want me to do,â he whispers.Â
You giggle softly, pulling his face up to place a soft kiss on his lips. Ever since you and Mingi slept together that one night, you both have been thirsty for each other every second of the day. Donât get it twisted, you were the same friends you were before⌠just friends that flirt...and  kiss... and fuck. (Thatâs normal though, right? HahaâŚ)
You told yourself you wouldnât think much of it and just go with the flow. You and Mingi both kind of agreed to do that. Neither of you wanted to possibly make each other uncomfortable, so you guys just let things happen without looking into it too deeply.
Mingi hummed in the kiss, moving his hand up to grip your waist. He pulls you closer, the kiss deepening and becoming more passionate. You push him away when you feel Mingi try to pull you on his lap, leaving him wanting more. His eyes flutter open, letting out a small sigh.Â
âSo how is your porn stuff going?â
You stay close to Mingi, resting your head on your hand while studying his features. Mingi leans back on the couch, though his hands never leave your body. He pushed his hair back, trying to control the rapid beating of his heart before speaking.Â
âItâs pretty good. Honestly, Iâve been getting more recognition recently.â
âOh yeah? Thatâs great.â
You gently nudge Mingiâs shoulder, proud to hear the good news.Â
âIâm not surprised; your videos are so hot, and Iâm not just saying that because Iâm your friend.â
Mingi smirked at your words, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and playing with a lock of your hair.Â
âYeah? Which video have you been touching yourself too?â
You shoot him a playful glare, making Mingi laugh to himself.
âDonât make me take back my compliment.âÂ
âIâm just messing with you. I hope you know your opinion is very valid to me.â
You couldnât help but smile at his words. You fiddle with the necklace resting around Mingiâs neck before replying.
âI really like the video of you humping the pillow.â
Mingi bites his lip; the thought of you touching yourself to his videos makes his stomach churn. He honestly fantasizes about it a lot; he always comes the fastest when thinking about it.Â
âReally? Well, Iâll make sure to film more of those.âÂ
You roll your eyes, leaning closer and resting your head on Mingiâs shoulder. He runs his fingers through your hair, pushing the strands behind your ear.Â
âDo other people hit you up asking to âcollaborateâ or whatever? I donât know what you call it.âÂ
Mingi chuckles, shaking his head.
âI mean, yeah, there are a few mutuals of mine who DM me. But I donât like the thought of fucking just anyone. I donât care if other people do it because it is for work, but I donât know... I prefer to do it with people I care about. Like you.â
You felt your heart flutter at his words. A strange wave of relief courses through your body at his response. You decide to brush off the feeling, looking up at Mingi and poking his chest.
"Awww, you care about me.âÂ
âOf course I do you idiot.â
Mingi smiles, resting his cheek on top of your head. You hum, feeling a sense of warmth at his actions and mindlessly drawing shapes on his chest. Mingi suddenly remembered something he wanted to show you, then pulls away a bit as he speaks up.
âOh, look at this message I got.âÂ
He pulls out his phone, showing you the message from the buyer. You smile, raising your brows while reading it.Â
âFilm more with me? What an interesting request.âÂ
"Yeah, right,â he chuckled nervously.
âIâm glad they liked it. Iâve watched the video myself, and it was so hot. Even though Iâm the one in it, itâs hot knowing that youâre holding the camera.âÂ
He shoved his phone back in his pocket after you handed it to him. You werenât going to lie; you have previously thought about what it would be like to be in one of Mingiâs videos. Of course you never mentioned it to him; you were just nervous. But the more you scrolled through Mingiâs and other peopleâs accounts, your curiosity grew stronger. Maybe this was a sign?
Mingi noticed the way you started to get lost in thought. He leaned down, curiously trying to meet your gaze.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
You snapped your attention back at Mingi. You stared into his brown eyes; in this moment, you decided to speak up. I mean, whatâs the worst that could happen?Â
âJust thinking⌠I wouldnât be opposed to the idea.â
Mingi raised his brows, his eyes widening a bit. He shifted in his seat, moving his body to fully face yours.
âWait really? Like, you want to film with me?âÂ
Mingi felt his heart racing in his chest, and you smiled at how excited he looked. If he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy right now. You nod your head, placing your hand on top of Mingiâs.
âYeah, I wouldnât mind. It sounds⌠fun.âÂ
Mingi breaks into a huge smile, pulling you in for a hug. You laugh at his reaction; heâs acting as if he won a prize. But to Mingi, thatâs exactly what it felt like.
âOkay! When? Where? What do you want to do?â
âMingi, calm.âÂ
You couldnât help but giggle at his reaction. He shut his mouth in a closed lip smile, showing off his cute dimples. You couldnât help yourself when you reached up to poke his cheek.
âWe can do it whenever. Today even, if you donât mind.â
"Oh, I donât mind at all.â
You felt a strange wave of relief wash over your body. You didnât notice how anxious you were feeling till you heard Mingiâs encouragement. He stands up off the couch, reaching his hand out for you to grab. You looked at him with a questioning expression, warily taking his hand in yours.
âWhat are you doing?â
He pulled you up off the couch, leading you through the house.
âWeâre going to your room.â
He smiles wide, prancing through the hall and into your bedroom. You shake your head at him, finding his excitement endearing. He pushed the door open, leading you in and sitting down on the edge of the bed.
He looked up at you, eyes sparking with eagerness. You step in between his legs, running your hand through his hair. You feel Mingi wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
âSomeone is eager,â you tease.
âYou canât blame me; do you know how many times Iâve fantasized about fucking you for content?â
You cock your head to the side, cupping his jaw and holding his face still. The act was weirdly dominant, Mingi likey. You raise a brow to give him a questioning glance.Â
âJust for content?âÂ
Mingiâs breath hitched at your change of tone, his mouth opening and closing like a fish trying to find words.Â
âWell, of course, not just for content. What I meant was... you know what I mean,â he whined.Â
You giggle, leaning down to kiss his lips.
âIâm just messing with you, Mingi.â
He felt his heart swell at your soft touch. He couldnât help but get lost in your eyes; you just looked so pretty. He wanted you to keep kissing him; he needed to taste more of your lips.Â
âAlright, I think youâve been waiting long enough. Letâs get started.â You chimed.
Mingi nods eagerly, smirking wide.
âI thought youâd never ask.â
He pulls you down, causing you to let out a surprise squeal, then giggle as you settle yourself on his lap. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your arms around his neck as he smashes his lips on yours. You both kiss each other hungrily, his hands on your waist as you grip at his hair.
You hear him groan in the kiss when you pull at the strands; god, you loved that sound. You couldnât help yourself when you did it again, only harder this time. Mingi let out a moan, the sound shooting straight to your core.Â
You pulled his shirt, tugging the hem as a silent way of saying you wanted it off. Mingi chuckled at your actions, knowing exactly what you wanted. He pulled away for a second so he could pull his shirt off in one swift motion.
With no time to waste, he was back on you, pressing hot kisses down your neck. You let out a sigh, basking in the feeling of his lips, and guided your hands down his bare chest. He continued to lick and suck at your skin, making you let out small moans.Â
âBaby, letâs lay down on the bed,â you breathed out.
Mingi nodded, reluctantly pulling himself off you and giving you one last kiss on the lips. Mingi moved up on the bed, and you followed closely behind. Crawling back on top of his body, smiling prettily down at him. His hands instinctively rest on your waist when you straddle him.
âCan I have your phone?â
âYeah, yes,â he breathed out.Â
Mingi pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. You grabbed it, leaning down to kiss his lips. He entangled his hand in your hair, moaning softly when you trailed kisses down his neck. You looked up at him through your lashes when you moved further down. You pressed warm kisses down his bare chest to his stomach, slowly licking back up.Â
âFuck, I need you so bad,â he moaned breathlessly.Â
You chuckled, sitting up and pulling at the buckle of his pants.Â
âYouâll have me, baby, donât worry.âÂ
Mingiâs hands fumbled to help you unbuckle his pants. He pulls them down for you and throws them on the floor. You turn on his phone, opening the camera app.Â
âMmm, look at you,â you say.
Mingi lay there, breath-grown, labored, and dick hard in his boxers. You can see a slight wet patch on the front. Holy fuck, you were going to devour this man.
Mingiâs dick twitched in his boxer briefs when he saw you point the camera at him. He heard the ding on the phone, your eyes fixated on Mingiâs pretty body through the screen. You reached down, your finger lightly grazing the bulge in his underwear. Mingiâs hips buck up slightly, and shiver runs down his spine.
âLook at you, such a pretty boy.â
Your voice took a tone Mingi never really heard before. It was soft yet dark; he wanted to hear more. He chuckles softly at your words, feeling a wave of desire crash over him at your praise. You run your hand up his body, making sure everything was in frame.Â
âIâm pretty?â Mingi asks in a dark, seductive tone.Â
You nod, humming in agreement. You slowly trace your finger down his torso, almost as though you were teasing both Mingi and the viewer. You hook your finger on the waistband of his boxers, tugging it at an agonizingly slow pace.Â
Mingi huffed at your teasing hands. He knew you were putting on a show for the video, but he couldnât help but feel a bit impatient. You felt him squirm slightly and chuckled at his behavior.
âNeedy arenât you?â
âYes,â Mingi says softly, with a hint of a whine.Â
The sound shot straight to your core, turning the ache in your pants into a throb. God, you needed to hear Mingi whine; you needed to hear him beg. Finally, you pulled the underwear all the way down; his hard length springs up. You giggle softly, cooing at the sight.Â
You donât know what came over you, but you couldnât help but want to tease Mingi. Although Mingi didnât seem to mind much. His dick twitch at your condescending tone, making his face flush in embarrassment.Â
âDonât worry, baby, Iâll take care of you.â
You grasp his length, letting a wad of spit fall down onto the tip. Slowly, you envelope his dick in your hand, pumping him up and down. Mingi moans softly, watching the way you held the phone close to your face as you recorded yourself jerking him off. The whole scene was so hot, Mingi couldnât help but feel turned on by the thought of you recording him in such a vulnerable state.
The wet noises of your hand moving up and down on his dick filled the room. You moved your hand faster, watching Mingiâs expression this time. He was already looking at you, and you smiled at him. He whimpered when you locked eyes, his brows furrowing as a small pout threatened to grow on his lips.Â
He reached down to grip your thigh, needing to feel you in any way he could. Subconsciously, Mingi started to slowly buck his hand up into your fist. You hum at the sight, biting your lip.
âYouâre such a needy boy. You want more?â
âYes,â Mingi whimpered.
âYes what?âÂ
Mingi threw his head back against the pillow, shutting his eyes closed as he felt his face grow hot. He knew what you were asking from him, but he was too shy to say it. You gripped his length tighter, stopping the movement of your hand.
Mingi whimpers loudly at the pain, body jerking and dick twitching with pleasure.Â
âYes, what?â You asked again, this time in a darker tone.
âYes please. Please, I need more,â he whined, covering his face in embarrassment.Â
You smiled wide at him, loosening the grip on his cock and jerking him faster.Â
âThatâs a good boy.â
Mingi moans at your praise, hips bucking up faster than before and dick twitching excitedly. You watched, feeling slightly surprised by his reaction.
âOh? Does the big boy like to get praised?â
âYesss,â Mingi whines.Â
He gripped your thigh harder, continuing to fuck up into your hand. It was all so embarrassing yet so hot to him. Having you toy with him while you recorded. He felt like he was under your control, and fuck he loved it more than he ever thought he would.Â
âThats right, baby, fuck my hand.â
You completely still the movement of your fist, encouraging Mingi to continue to thrust into your hand. He does just that, bouncing up and down on the bed as he fucked your fist. He continued to let out whimpers and whines, feeling both ashamed and aroused by how pathetic he looked.Â
You hummed in delight, making sure you got the best angle of Mingi fucking himself. You moaned softly when you saw a drip of pre-cum ooze out the tip. You pulled your hand off, making Mingi whine desperately, his hips still fucking the air looking for friction.Â
You giggle softly, watching the way his dick bounced pathetically. Your fingers find their way on his slit, pulling away and watching a string of pre-cum connect to your finger and his tip.
âSo wet, baby.â
You move the camera closer to his length, showing off the pretty cum dripping down his cock.
âItâs all for you,â he says quietly.Â
That was your breaking point. You needed Mingi; you couldnât wait any longer. Your pussy throbbed so much, and you felt your slick stick to the fabric of your shorts. You stopped the recording, setting the phone on the mattress and leaning down to kiss Mingi. He pushed away slightly, looking at you confused.
âWhyâd you stop recording?â He breathed out.
âI canât take it. I need to fuck you, Mingi.â
Mingi whimpered, pulling you down by the nape of your neck to smash your lips together. Your tongues danced against each other, yours exploring his mouth as he lay limp and let you use him however you like.
âOh god, yes, please do,â he whined.Â
You chuckled, pulling away to rip your shirt off. Your beautiful breast was on display for Mingi; he was mesmerized by the sight. He reached up and squeezed them; you smiled at the way his large palms enveloped your breast.Â
âYouâre so sexy.â
You couldnât help but giggle at his words. Mingi smiled up at you, finding your giggling cute. His hands roam down your body, sliding over your waist to your hips. You felt his large hands grip your ass through your shorts, making you bite your lip in anticipation.
âTake them off for me, Mingi.âÂ
Mingi smirks wide, wordlessly pulling your shorts off and down your legs. He moans softly at the sight of you; you had no underwear on, which left you completely naked sitting on top of Mingi.
"God, I need to be inside you, baby. I canât wait any longer.â
You completely sit down on him, your warm, wet pussy pressed against the underside of his cock. Mingi furrows his brows and grips your hips tightly. You began to rock your hips back and forth, your wetness leaving a glistening trail on Mingi, and he moans softly.
"Why are you teasing me?â he whine.Â
You giggle, enjoying the feeling of your swollen clit rubbing against the head of his cock. You couldnât help but smile at him mischievously; your hands rested on his pecks, and you grabbed the flesh beneath your palms.Â
âYou just look so cute... whining for me,â you say breathlessly.Â
Mingi pushes his head back against the pillow; he was so turned on he needed to feel you already. You glance at Mingiâs phone laying on the bed beside him. He followed your gaze and smirked; he knew exactly what you wanted. He picked it up, opened the camera app, and pressed record.Â
You lifted your hips a bit, taking his hard length and aligning it with your sopping hole. Mingi watched through the phone, moaning loudly when you sunk down on his cock. Your hands rested on his stomach, clawing at the skin beneath.Â
âFuckkk,â he moans.Â
You moan breathlessly, moving your hips up and down slowly. You already felt your legs start to tremble at the feeling of Mingi filling you up.Â
âYou fill me up perfectly, baby. Show them how pretty your dick looks sliding inside me.â
Mingi groans at your words, moving the camera closer to you pussy sucking up Mingiâs dick effortlessly. You kept a slow, steady pace; you were so wet you could hear the squelching noises coming from your pussy. Mingi bites his lip, pulling the camera away to show off your pretty body while grabbing your hip with his free hand.Â
âBaby,â you said breathlessly.
âYeah?â
âFuck me.â
Mingi moans at your words, you didnât have to tell him twice. He planted his feet flat on the bed and thrust up into you at a fast pace. You let out a yelp as intense pleasure coursed through your entire body. Skin slapping against skin as Mingi bucked up into your pussy, he was mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggled when coming contact to his pelvis.Â
He held the phone in his hand tighter, groaning loudly as he fucked into you. You couldnât help the high-pitched moans that escaped your lips; you were in pure ecstasy. And based on the way Mingiâs eyes were glued to your face, brows furrowing, and mouth agape, you could tell he felt the same way.Â
âFuckâŚso good. Your pussy is so good.â
You moan at his praise, looking down at the phone that was pointed toward you. You felt so vulnerable, and the thought that other people will be watching this video, jacking off to Mingi fucking you, drove you crazy.Â
Mingiâs hips stopped when the burn in his abdomen became too much to bear and he panted heavily trying to catch his breath. You decided to give Mingi some time to rest and reached behind you. You planted your hands on Mingiâs thighs and lifted your knees up till your feet rested on the mattress.
âYou did so good. Iâm gonna fuck you now, okay, baby.â
Mingi whined when he watched you change positions and nodded eagerly.Â
âOkay.âÂ
With the new position you put yourself in, your pussy was on full display for Mingi and the camera. You rocked your hips up and down, your tits bouncing with your movements. Mingi moans louder, watching intently at the way his dick disappeared in your hole. He was trying so hard not to drop the phone in his hand, wanting to capture this moment forever.Â
With the new view, Mingi found himself getting closer to his release. Watching you bounce on his cock was just too intoxicating.
âIâm close, baby.â
âJust a little longer, okay? Iâm almost there.â
Mingiâs hand gripped tightly to your thigh, sliding up till his thumb pressed against your clit. You whined at the feeling, legs trembling when he rubbed circles on the sensitive nub.
âYes yes. Keep doing that, baby. Fuck, Iâm close.â
âCum on my cock, please. I need it.â
Your nails dug into Mingiâs thighs, legs almost giving out when you came on his dick. You clenched so hard around him as your hips stuttered. Mingiâs eyes rolled in the back of his head as he tried with all his might not to cum inside. Now that's a good boy.
You pulled off him, his dick slipping out and hot streams of cum shot out to cover his stomach. You watched with a sly smirk, reaching down to jerk him off.Â
âFuck!â
Mingiâs body trembled from his intense orgasm, some even landing on his chest and neck. You giggle, and when you notice him coming down from his high, you slow the pace of your hand, not wanting to overstimulate him. You grab the phone from him (surprised he didnât drop it at this point) and point the camera closer to his cum-covered body.
"Mmm, you see that. What a messy boy.âÂ
You both pant heavily. Mingi chuckled breathlessly at your words, looking down at his body. You stopped the recording, setting the phone down on the bed. You both smiled at each other, Mingi reaching up to cup your face.Â
âCanât wait to watch that later,â you smirk.Â
Mingi rolls his eyes, laughing breathlessly. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss on your nose. You rested your elbows on either side of his head while staring into his pretty brown eyes.
âThat was so fucking hot. I didnât know I was the submissive type, but damn, we need to explore that more.âÂ
You laugh heartily, kissing Mingiâs cheek before speaking.Â
"Yes, we do. I swear I almost started running laps whenever you begged for me.âÂ
âI folded when you called me a good boy.âÂ
You and Mingi couldnât help the funny comments. Maybe it was weird that you were cracking jokes after getting dicked down by your best friend, but you wouldnât have it any other way. You pull away, sighing and looking down at the cum that smeared on your body.Â
âNow I have to take another shower.â
Mingi laughs at your words, running his hands up and down your sides. He looks up at you with pleading eyes before asking in a hopeful tone.
âCan I join you this time?âÂ
You decide to throw him a bone, smiling down at him and nodding.
âYes Mingi. Come on.â
Mingi exclaimed in excitement, picking you up effortlessly and taking you to the bathroom. You squeal when he throws you over his shoulder, and you smack the small of his back.
âHey, warning next time you decide to manhandle me.â
âNo time, must take you to the shower.â
âHow do you still have this much energy after what we did?â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âUgh, dammit.âÂ
You lean back in your chair when you see the red letter pop up on your computer screen.Â
âYou diedâ
âWhy is this level so hard?âÂ
Your mumble to yourself. You hear your phone notification go off and light up next to your keyboard. You pick it up and smile to see a message from Mingi.Â
Princess Mingi: HELLO!? LOOK AT HOW MANY LIKES OUR VIDEO HASÂ
(attached image)
Your eyes bulge out of your head after seeing the screenshot Mingi sent you.Â
You: 72k?!? WHAT??
Princess Mingi: This is literally my most liked video. People love you, they think you're hot and want to know if you have an account.Â
You couldnât help but feel a bit of pride at the thought of people wanting to see more of you. Maybe you should dabble into this kind of work. You were pulled out of your thoughts when another ping rang from your phone.Â
Princess Mingi: You should say fuck it and join the sex work community. I think you will do very well.
Princess Mingi: Iâll be your first subscriber ;)
You: Iâll block you before you can find my accountÂ
Princess Mingi: Hey :( you wouldnât do that to your good boy, would you? :(((
You: Yes.
You giggle to yourself after teasing Mingi. It was just so fun. He sent another message, and your giggles immediately die down when you see the image.
Princess Mingi: (attached image)
What about now? :)
You: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SENDING ME YOUR DICK
Princess Mingi: YOU SAID NOT TO DO IT WHEN YOURE IN PUBLIC. I KNOW YOURE NOTÂ
You: WELL NOW IM HORNY AND ALL ALONE
Mingi doesnât reply back and you see the little âreadâ text under your message. You furrow your brow in confusion, that bitch, leaving you on read. You set you phone down and turn your attention back to your game on the screen.
After a few minutes, Mingi never replied back. Thats weird. You decide to text him again, he never leaves you on read.Â
You: Hey, are you alive?
You were surprised when you saw the three dots appear pretty quickly.Â
Princess Mingi: Iâm here. Open your door :)
You stare blankly at the phone screen, sitting there dumbfounded. Youâre brought back to reality when you hear a honk outside your house. You peak through your window and see Mingi walking out the car and up to your front door. That little shit.Â
You: No, stay outside and freeze.Â
Princess Mingi: Please let me in :(
You: Why should I?Â
Princess Mingi: So I can fuck you good again :)Â
You dropped your phone and ran to the front door. Well, it was too cold for him to stay out there all alone.Â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
You bite your lip while holding your phone in your hand.Â
"Ugh, fuck it.âÂ
You posted your first nude photo; it was a simple mirror picture of you were in your underwear sitting on your bed topless. You throw your phone on the mattress, feeling nervous yet excited at the same time. You finally did it, you made your own Twitter account.Â
After looking at the video you and Mingi recorded for his account, you decided to give in and give the people what they wanted. After a few minutes of pacing around, you pick up your phone to check if anyone has liked your photo yet. You already started getting some likes and a few comments.
You get a notification and press on it immediately.Â
âSir Min started following youâ
You smile to yourself when you read the notification. Of course, Mingi was the first to follow you. You had already told him you were doing it, but you didnât take into account that he was waiting for you to make your first post this whole time. You get a DM from Mingi, smirking to yourself when reading it.
Sir Min: You look hot, baby. Canât wait to fuck you more âfor contentâ ;)
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Monsters and His Love
Oneshot Story
Yan! Leon winston x reader
Warning : Mentions Of smoke, Force power, light mature scene, Torture scene, Bloods, Cropse body.
Be careful with what you read, minors are prohibited from reading this.
Manhwa : Try Begging
: Adult Manhwa (19+)
Author: Libenia | ëŚŹë˛ ë
Artist:Â ABYSS
Word Count : 2,9K Word.
Hallo.. is neva agains, hope your days fine and good, so soon i will update some long story in Quotev, i will share the links if the story was half done made, so keep wait loveđŚđŚ.
might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story, love.- NevađŚđŚ
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Captain Leon Winston, a vulgar monster clothed in the skin of a stoic and elegant noble. He was a pathetic bastard who only raged at the smell of blood from the torture chamber.
Leon, has been through many things in his life, starting from the death of his father, to a spy who doubles as his maid, Sally Bristol or her real name is Grace Riddle.
Everything that Leon goes through must always be with Grace. Leon will probably always talk about, Sally this and Sally that.
You, you are the daughter of Marquess Von Alderve from the Alvonseh family, the Alderve region.
The Marquis family and the Count family have had a relationship for a long time, Closeness like friends.
From the results of that relationship, it spread to the present, You and Leon.
You and Leon are childhood friends until now, You went through hard times together, But all that changed when you accidentally saw Leon kissing a little girl at a summer resort, having eyes between blue and green, so contrasting, Turquoise eyes, even Leon shared the ice cream he bought especially for the girl.
Since that little incident when you were little, you were not as close as before with Leon.
You could not possibly forget that girl, until you met her again, who doubled as Leon's maid.
Leon did many things, since he was a captain, and a noble, there were many things he could do, but all of that only ended with him covered in blood in the torture room from the victims or Leon called it a wild rat or something from the lower class.
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'Puk'
You put down the newspaper you were reading, again... the issue of the nobility and the revolutionary army faction.
Drinking tea disinterestedly, you looked out the window of your room, now you have entered the mature age of 21 years.
Even Leon was engaged to the grand duke's daughter, Rosalind, though you weren't sure if he even cared about the relationship, since he was so obsessed with Sally or... his enemy's spy.
'Tak'
'Tak'
'Tak'
Damn!, you knew right away whose shoes and footsteps were those!, Leon!.
The man you least wanted to meet!.
Your relationship wasn't as close as it used to be, yes when you were still children, you fell in love with him, with Leon, a normal, sweet boy, but that changed from the incident at the summer resort, to the same girl you saw at the resort doubled as Leon's maid.
You saw more and more that there was no chance there, even when you saw how unenthusiastic Leon was with his fiancĂŠe, Rosalind.
So since you were 11 years old, you had made the right decision not to get close and fall in love with Leon.
"What were you thinking that seriously?"
A deep baritone voice right beside you, you could even feel his warm breath on your ear and neck.
It must have always been like that, Leon since he was little, always like that, talking in your ear or just an inch of your face.
"No, just thinking about hospital matters nothing more"
Leon looked at you from the side, you were beautiful, very beautiful in Leon's eyes, your bright purple eyes, hair as dark as night, really made him want to do bad things to you.
No, not now, not yet.
Sitting right in front of you, taking the glass of tea you were drinking, he drank it as if it was no big deal.
You just stared at him uncertainly, but you let him.
Only Leon was a stranger who could easily enter and exit your room, well it's always been like that since long ago.
"Why don't you want to join me? It'll be safer if you're beside me, you know that right?"
His arms were crossed, looking at you, with his usual look, his hair that was always neatly arranged really showed a captain and a noble.
"I'm not interested in joining the noble faction or even the revolutionary faction, both have a greater impact than profit"
Looking towards the window, not wanting to look at the person in front of you.
"You know that-"
You cut off Leon who hadn't finished speaking.
"I might as well get married soon, since father died, mother insisted on marrying me to one of the nobles"
You didn't see Leon's expression, thinking he was just giving a disinterested reaction, too bad, Leon's expression was the expression when he found out that his maid Sally Bristol was a spy, Grace Riddle or the expression when he was betrayed.
Betrayed and in pain!.
"Do you accept it?"
His tone wasn't as friendly as before.
"I'm still thinking about it, I don't think it's a bad idea"
Leon looked at you who seemed, or very uninterested in interacting with him, since when were you like this?
Asking once again, Leon looked straight at your face.
"From which family?"
"Not really sure, but I think from the Earl noble family"
Earl nobles, Nobles with hereditary titles who still have the same blood as the royal family.
"Is that so..."
That was the last sentence before Leon go from your marquess residence.
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"ARGGH!"
"Aakhh!!"
"Mercy! Help!!! Sorry! Capt-"
Blood splatters, and human bodies in the torture chamber.
Leon, covered in blood up and down his body.
Losing Sally Bristol or Grace Riddle might have had its own impact on him, but hearing you who was going to marry someone he didn't even know who it was... that was a different case.
His heart... hurt, it hurt so much when you said it without the slightest restraint!.
Walking up the stairs, Leon entered his study, sat down near his desk, slowly untied his tie, leaned his head on the chair.
Eyes gazing far away, Leon still remembered when you first met him, when you were both 8 years old.
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Count Winston residence.
Leon, 8 years old.
His father was always excited when he talked about the marquess noble family.
There in front of the entrance, Leon saw, a man who was the same age as his father was chatting enthusiastically with his father, who Leon knew his father and the man or marquess had the same vision and mission about the order of this world.
That's where Leon saw, a little girl, beside the marquess man, had hair as dark as night, but her eyes were... amethyst eyes, unusual eyes.
"Leon come here"
His father bowed and introduced him to the girl in front of him.
Smiling very sweetly at him, Leon's heart beat fast.
From there, the two of you became close.
2 months, was the time when the marquess and count families met at the Summer resort, Leon talked a lot with you, full of enthusiasm, until when you asked permission to go to the bathroom, that's where Leon saw a girl, brown hair, and turquoise eyes, Leon was interested, he even shared his first kiss with the girl.
Strange, he felt he had lost something, but Leon didn't know what.
Since the resort, Leon felt you distanced yourself from him, distancing yourself and almost as if you didn't want to interact with him.
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Exhaling, releasing smoke from his cigar.
Looking at the table, a framed photo of you and Leon, at the Belvelhera restaurant, 19 years old, you smiled so beautifully there, just passed the practical exam to enter internal medicine, unfortunately, the glass frame was stained with Leon's love fluid.
Emotions, passion, and possession, Leon reaped with many beats of his frustration.
You've driven him crazy! Even Grace lost to you!.
Leon thought Sally or Grace was so attractive because of her beautiful face and unique eyes, like you who are beautiful and unique.
Leon did many things to the woman, torturing her, forcing her and so on, but Leon did not cross the line to sleep with her, only biting her neck or kissing her lips, even though every time Leon did that, his heart ached.
Why did he just realize this? His junior always tenses when you look at him or just call his name, he thinks it's a normal reaction when the weather is hot.
Chuckling softly, Leon covers the glass photo frame with his black handkerchief grinning.
"Damn... what have you done to me... my lady"
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2 weeks, is the time Leon didn't meet you, the reason is simple, Leon is afraid of losing control of himself, from before until now, when he sees Sally Bristol or Grace Riddle sweeping, cleaning the floor or doing maid work.
Why does he always think dirty things about you? Even though you're not by his side, seeing Sally as you.
Doing many dirty things, wanting to push you to your limits, begging or rebelling, which one will you choose... Leon really wants to know that.
Crazy huh, he's crazy, crazy about you, why can't he even realize quickly, from being tense, always thinking dirty things about you when someone like Sally/Grace or a woman who has unique eyes passes by him.
Leon stared at the pile of prisoners of revolution, bleeding, tortured.
And he even met Grace Riddle again, the woman tried to double as his maid again, well of course it was impossible
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You are currently walking with the son of the Earl, this man is handsome, but unfortunately he honestly said that he has fallen in love with someone else.
Well you think his courage and honesty are commendable.
"do you like it?"
Vincent is the name of this man, holding a bouquet of roses, you just smile formally and nod at him.
"This is beautiful"
Too bad, you didn't see from across the street, in a 5-star elite restaurant, Leon was staring at you smiling beautifully by another man!.
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Leon for 2 weeks spied on you with that country man, laughing smiling beautifully, holding the man's hand, Leon almost wanted to kill and torture the man!.
Too bad his frustration was vented when When he saw Grace Riddle, pulled her, and kissed her roughly on the lips, his brain mistook Grace for you.
Unfortunately, you accidentally passed them and found them kissing! Awkward! Of course, you and Vincent quickly left the restaurant room.
Damn! Damnit!! You saw him! You saw him kissing another woman!.
You must have considered him impure and dirty!!.
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Leon spent his day and night in frustration.
Instead of getting closer when he tried to interact with you a lot, you actually moved further away from him!.
You even let that country bumpkin from the earl family kiss your cheeks!.
Enough! The problem with Grace Riddle is no longer there, so why should Leon hold back from seeing you with another man?
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Leon Winston's residence.
Master bedroom.
In bed, fast asleep, a woman, both hands cuffed to each bedpost, naked, many kiss marks, and love fluids, puffy eyes, because of crying.
Leon, sitting on the sofa facing the bed, smoking his cigars, wearing only a shirt and long black pants.
His captain's jacket uniform has been forgotten on the floor.
He took your virginity, damn... you even took his virginity too.
See right? As Leon expected, you are perfect for each other, inseparable.
How evil you are to want to be separated from your true love.
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Putting out his cigars, Leon, took a small black whip.
Walking slowly to the bed, his leather shoes made a very loud sound! You even woke up.
Staring at Leon in fear! You don't want to be slept with anymore! Your body hurts and you want to rest!.
Why is it like this? Leon kidnapped you, took you to a foreign country and married you by force!
Staring at Leon who was holding a long black object that looked like a whip, you shook your head.
"Leon!! Please... no more.. I don't want to"
Leon just grinned and wiped your tears slowly.
"Why cry my love? You will be safe because I am with you"
Kissing your forehead softly.
"You are for me, and I am for you, you are crazy for me, and I am crazy for you, my love"
Kissing your lips, devouring them with passion, and ownership.
"I want to keep making love to you my love, until you don't think about the world, but me"
On top of you, opening his shirt, his chest, arms and neck are full of scratches from your previous actions.
"Because my love, you are for me, and I am for you, we mean to be together"
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Frozen Fingertips [2/2] (Ghost x GN!Reader)
ghost masterlist - part one
Summary: Ghost struggles to keep you alive through these harsh times.
A/N: Iâm so glad you guys enjoyed part one!! i did not shrink the font of this one because i realized that it may strain some peoplesâ eyes. this is not as angsty as i wished it to be, and it isnât as long as i hoped. i apologize. tbh i donât like this, but i hope yâall enjoy
[WARNINGS: Descriptions of developing hypothermia and frost bite, delirium, near-death experience(s), angst to fluff.]
THE BLIZZARD WAS not stopping and it didnât show signs of stopping any time soon, which honestly terrifies Ghost because of your awful condition. Despite his previous efforts, you quickly slipped back into a delirious state of developing hypothermiaâa state you werenât completely aware of, but you knew something was wrong. You could vaguely acknowledge the way that you were fading in and out wasnât normal, but it wasnât like you could do anything about it. What you hated was the painful tingling and the weird.. harsh cold entering your lungs every time you took a deep breath. Youâre so warm, yet your lungs burn cold.
You only saw times in glimpsesâwhat you thought was likely a matter of hours, expanded across a matter of a few days. The harsh blizzard was unwavering, itâs snow falling from the sky harshly messing with the radio signals. Ghost would sit by the window with his personal radio on his vest, along with the emergency signal radio he had stowed in his pack. He would get small glimpses of other peoples voicesâPriceâs would come through occasionally, luckily long enough for Ghost to update him about their situation and their whereabouts, your condition; but Ghost was never able to provide an update about an exact location. The windows were frosted over and even when they werenât, all Ghost saw was endless snow and pine trees far as the eye can see, until they eventually faded from view due to the snow coverage. Every time Ghost suddenly becomes aware of his breath, he canât help but glance over at you; wrapped up in two sleeping bags, sitting way too close to the fireplaceâsometimes shuddering, and sometimes.. not moving at all. His heart drops to his stomach when he doesnât see your breath in the air. He calls your name loudly, firm and demanding and when you donât answer, he scrambles from his position by the window. âFuck,â He utters. âFuck!â
Ghost ignores the pain in his knees when they harshly bash against the ground as he kneels next to you. He grabs your face by your cheeks, startled by the hue of blue on your lips. âBloody bellâwake up!â Ghost snarls, somehow managing to keep his voice steady. He holds his breath until he sees your chest slowly yet shakily riseâand then you exhale very slowly, and clearly with amounts of trouble. Relief floods Ghostâs veins, but itâs quickly replaced by frustration and panic. You gasp quietly before you begin to shiver uncontrollably again, and taking Ghost completely by surprise; you open your eyes. Your eyes are glazed over, your eyelids puffy. â[Name]?â Ghost questions, his eyes staring hard into yours, silently noting your dialed pupils. â[Name], can you hear me?â If you do, you donât make coherent indication. Your tongue darts out and wets your lips before you croak out, âI gotta pee.â Ghost huffs and shakes his head, his hand shooting up and laying on your chestâwhich is covered by many thicker layers, so disregarding Ghostâs hand, itâs not very likely you couldâve gotten up without help, anyway. âYou went an hour ago, yeah? You need to stay layinâ down.â You groan and despite your arms being tucked into your multiple covers, something moves against the fabric as if to swat Ghostâs hand away. Ghost canât help but swallow nervously; he isnât stupid, heâs aware youâre in one of the stages of hypothermia, he told Price as much. Heâs been able to keep the frostbite at bay, but heâs running out of firewood. Itâs snowing way too damn hard for him to even pick up stray logs and sticks laying around. Your slowed heartrate, increased urge to urinate, slow cognitive functions, slurred speech, cold skinâblue lips..
Itâs not looking good and Ghost doesnât want to think about that, but thatâs all he can see of you right now, so how could he not? And itâs hard both mentally and physically to stay in this cabin, seeing you deteriorate while he himself is getting absolutely fucking freezing. Ghost has had to shed a layer or two just to keep you alive. He canât deny the way the cold air is scratching at his skin, seeping through his balaclava and into his jaw, nearly making his bones hurt. Ghost clenches his teeth as he shudders for a moment, eyes fluttering closed just long enough to gain his composure. Fuck. Ghost doesnât want to die here. He doesnât want you to die here, not like this. Not in a run-down abandoned cabin with shitty insulation, where frostbite is nipping at your fingers and where the cold is finally getting to Ghostâs head. He grits his teeth and sits back on his ass normally with a gloved hand to his head, his vision absolutely swimming. âStop it,â He grunts quietly. âHafta stay up.â Ghost takes a deep breath and grunts as he pushes himself to his feet, his boots booming against the wooden floor as he walks over to the area where the firewood is kept. He grabs a few of the pre-cut logs and he makes his way over to you and the fireplace, tossing the logs into the ashes, slowly refueling the dying embers. Ghost sniffles a little under his mask as he grabs a piece of paper and takes out a lighter, lighting it on fire before quickly tossing it into the fireplace to make a better fuel source. He crouches near the growing fire, taking his spot by your feet. Ghost sucks in a shuddering breath and rubs his upper arms, and he canât help but take another glance at you. You stopped trying to get out of your warm enclosure of blankets, but your eyes were darting around the room slowly, unfocused and hazy.
Ghostâs chest clenches for a moment and he walks back over to your shivering form, and he already did it, but he presses his fingers against your lukewarm skinânearly cold. Your eyes flutter again and then they vaguely glance in the direction that you think heâs in; which youâre almost right, but a few inches off. You try to speak but a quiet choked noise leaves you, your breathing shakyâfinally from fear this time. Ghost puts his finger to his mask in a shushing motion, trying his best to keep you calm. âYouâll be alright, yeah? Gotta wait until the stormâs done brewing out there.â He attempts to reassure your delirious brain, but you can only make another âout of itâ noise before your eyes flutter shut once again, you losing consciousness. Ghost feels an ugly and dreadful feeling deep in his gut, scratching at his veins, climbing them until his fingertips are cold both due to the temperature and panic. Ghost has always insisted he doesnât panic, and he hasnâtâuntil now. Not until he fears the storm wonât pass over and help wonât arrive until youâre frozen and stiff under your fear, despite his desperate attempts to keep you warmâand alive. Ghost doesnât want to admit it, but fuck, heâs terrified to fall asleep because out of the two of you, what if heâs the only one who wakes up?
Ghostâs eyelids flutter for a moment before he inhales in a sharp manner and his spine straightens up, his hands clenching together for a moment. âMânot going to fall asleep.â He mutters to himself as he takes his place next to you on the floor and holy hell, the floor is coldâso he silently scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your body, and Ghost uses his other arm as a pillow. Your chest very slowly rises and falls, and he finds comfort in the sight of a sign of you being aliveâyouâre still here with him, and thatâs all he needs.
Ghost is awoken from a banging on the cabin door. He jolts ever so slightly, but heâs immediately hit with chills, his limbs trembling. Fuck, he fell asleep. His eyelids feel like sandbags and and he canât stop fucking shakingâand he feels so heavy.. so tired. âGhost!â A familiar voice yells outside of the cabin. His arm wraps around your form tighter when he doesnât immediately recognize the British accent behind the door, he grunts as he clumsily sits up and pulls you closer, his trembling hand grasping as his hip, taking out his service pistol. The door opens as he attempts to aim it, his weak and low voice hissing out, âIâll blow your fuckinâ brains outââ
âGhost, itâs Price. We found you. Put the gun down.â
Ghost blinks slowly as he looks at the figure who slowly approaches, two others trailing behindâand it is Priceâwith Gaz and Soap. Ghost sharply inhaled and his arm lowers, the pistol slipping out of his grip. Gaz rushes over to him and your limp form, taking off his gloves. âWe got you, Ghost. We got you.â Price assures, but his lips are pressed together as he watches Gaz. Ghostâs head rolls back for a moment, blacking out for a few secondsâSoapâs hands catching his head before it hits the floor. âTheyâre alive,â Gaz grunts out, leaning down to pick you up bridal style while keeping all of the layers around your body. âBarely, but we gotta get âem both to warmth. Now.â
When Ghost finally comes to, the first thing he notices is the smellâit doesnât smell like rotting and burning wood; his lungs donât burn with every breath and he can keep his fingers. The second thing he notices is the ache within his throat and his limbs, and the third thing he notices is that he is not wearing his mask. He still feels heavy, but itâs not the kind of heavy where you want to sleep forever heavy. Itâs a.. comforting heavy. Someone laying on top of him heavy. It takes him a hot second to open his eyes, and another second to adjust to the harsh lights of the hospital roomâoh, wait, theyâre not that bad, his head just hurts. Ghost notices someone laying their head on the bed on top of Ghost, their arms under their head as a cushion. He blinks blearily as he doesnât register it at first; the hospital gown, two IV drips for two separate patients, and the bandages covering your fingersâitâs you. His eyes widen and he lets out a quiet noise, causing you to lift your head up immediately and look at him with the most vulnerable look you could ever have, your eyes wide and bulging like when a child doesnât know whether to believe the adult in front of them. âGhost?â You ask, and fuck, your throat croaks. Your vocal cords sound like theyâve been torn apart and reattached, croaking with relief and pain. He swallows thickly and he nods for a moment, unable to find his voice. Your eyes soften for a moment before you whisper to him. âHurts to talk, huh? Me too.â
Then donât, said his silent gaze. Yet, somehow, you manage to catch on his memo. Wordlessly, you reach up to one of his handsâcovered in scars and calluses, but you donât mind. Your hands are similar as you nervously glance at him, grabbing his wrist and turning it over so his palm faces up. Ghost eyes your movements, but makes no move to stop you. You take one of your pointer fingersâthe one that isnât bandagedâand you trace letters into his hand slowly.
T H A N K Y O U
Ghost meets your gaze, and you have tears in your eyes. His hand is grossly limp as he grabs the hand you were moving away, and he instead pulls your hand closer to his face for a closer inspection. The bandages concern him, so he looks at you again. You reach for the clipboard you left by his feet and you place it in his lap, pointing to the part of the medical report about your frostbite blisters. Ghost inhales deeply for a moment before his fingers tap against your handârhythmically? Oh, itâs morse code.
Ghost is tapping SAFE over and over while looking at you, to reassure himselfâand you. You nod in response and offer him the smile heâs been waiting to see and you tap back to him, SAFE.
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December 1st. Christmas Ray makes his grand return.
#talking to myself#which im kinda feeling bittersweet about honestly?? because obviously i loved vanessa and my heart and mind is still very locked onto BC#(though pokemon has forced its way back in as usual) but i still really love this edit of ray.. its probably my favorite that ive done for#the holidays. i dunno if ill keep it going again until.. what? april? with the different holidays but we'll see. here's hoping we get some#nice new panels of vanessa eventually..whenever the manga decides to head back over to the clover kingdom. or if BL would be so kind to just#update again and give me some more revy that would be GREAT. i miss her damn it!! aahh.. or wait.. ryuu! we didnt get a YR chapter#in november! huh.. maybe soon. or at least i hope so. my volume 4 should be arriving in a couple weeks at least. that'll be nice.
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escort at the oscars | a.b
austin butler x fem!actress!reader
summary: getting lost at the oscarâs wasnât on your roster. neither was getting austin butlers attention.
warnings: definitely poor representation of the oscars but idc this is just for funsies !
w/c: 3.1k
a/n: omg hi everyone !!! long time no see i know, life has been insane. i know no one will read this but ive had some HUGE life changes. i graduated cosmetology school, officially a nail tech now, yay me !! also, unfortunately, ill be having a hand surgery soon. so, im hoping i can write more before i canât đ. thank you to everyone who still supports me even though im not ac active as i used to be. one day i promise ill update regularly !!
a/n2: also, austin in the new bikeriders movie had me in a chokehold. the austin butler renaissance is upon us, people !!! (heâs also my bday twin WOO) and i know austin didnât win an oscar for elvis but for the sake of the fic he did in this !!
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since the red carpets were only carpets, you could have sworn they were easy to manage. the theater was only accessible by walking through a line, but that wasn't the case. after only thirty minutes, you had to make a big mistake by trying to use the restroom and ending up opening a broom closet.
âhey,â you heard a voice, and you quickly turned around only to find yourself facing austin. âthe ceremony isnât in the closet, darling.â
âright..â you whisper under your breath and close the door. you smile awkwardly turning on your heels and holding your clutch tightly.
âi was just uh..looking for the restroom but i couldnât find itâ you laugh, looking down and shaking your head, and begin walking away from the boom closet.
austin couldnât help but chuckle, following behind you while holding his hand behind his back as he walked slowly for you to match his stride.
he could tell that you were an up-and-coming actress, something about the way you carried yourself gave it away, and he could also tell that this was your first time on a red carpet by the way you were clutching your clutch bag so firmly like your life depended on it.
âyou look nervous,â he said softly, âitâs your first time on a red carpet, isnât it?â
you smile sheepishly. âthat obvious, huh?â you trail behind austin assuming he is taking you to the restrooms.
ânever knew how big these places areâ you laugh, holding up the end of your dress so it doesnât drag.
austin could see how nervous you were by the way you were holding your dress up while you were walking, and he thought that it was adorable, honestly.
he chuckled as you mentioned how big the venue is because you werenât wrong, it is pretty damn big. âive been to a few oscars now and i still think the venue is too big,â he said with a laugh, as he walked by your side with that perfect movie star strut.
âwhich movie are you nominated for?â
you had never been to something like this, and you didnât even have a premiere for your movie. but somehow, critics loved the movie and now your movie was nominated.
it felt like it happened overnight.
âblue moonâ you answer, not expecting him to know it.
the movie was set in the second world war and your character was the spouse of one of the soldiers. after he died, your character joined the war.
it was an underground film, your first lead and you didnât expect anyone to pick up the movie. but someone did, ended up being shown at a film festival and the critics fell in love with your performance. and thatâs how you landed a nomination for best lead actress.
austinâs eyes widened as you mentioned the movie youâre up for, blue moon; he enjoyed that movie, and as he thought about it more he really couldnât deny that you were fantastic in it.
âno way,â he said in disbelief, âno wonder youâre nominated for best actress, you were incredible in that film.â
âthank youâ you nod, noticing you have finally made it to the restrooms.
âand thank you for showing me the wayâ you chuckle, dropping the train of your dress then stuffing your clutch under your arm and sticking out your hand.
austin takes your hand with a gentle yet firm grip and smiles, nodding. âno problem, glad i could be of help.â
âiâm y/n l/nâ you introduced. âit was nice to meet you, austin. thanks for thisâ you grin, retracting your hand.
âi guess ill catch you later..â
âit was a pleasure to meet you, y/n,â he replied with a smile before watching you walk into the restroom, and he couldnât help but keep his eyes on the door as you disappeared behind it.
he thought you were pretty. very pretty, and he kind of regretted not asking you for your phone number before you disappeared.
so, austin stood there leaning against the wall deciding he would wait on you. just in case you got lost again.
no other reason.
after relieving yourself, you stand in front of the mirror taking in a couple of deep breaths to calm the pounding in her chest, making it hard to breathe.
you open your clutch, picking out a compact and a lipstick. you swipe the color on your lips to touch up the splotches, and quickly powder your face.
you put everything back in your clutch smoothed out your hair and admired your dress.
floor-length satin gown in your favorite color, a ribbed corset look.
âyou can do this, y/n/n..â you whisper to yourself then pick up the train of your dress and exit the restroom, hoping you wonât miss the award ceremony.
austin was now pacing in front of the restroom, waiting for you to exit, his eyes fixated on the door, and he found himself running a hand through his styled hair, ruining the gelled look.
he wasnât sure what had compelled him to wait for you, but here he was, still waiting outside the restroom, tapping his foot anxiously and checking his watch now and then.
austin leaned back against the wall as he waited, trying to look nonchalant as ever, and once the restroom door opened, a soft exhale left his lips.
you let the door shut behind you while smoothing out the front of your dress and began walking down the hallway until you stopped seeing a figure.
you look up from the floor and spot austin, assuming he is waiting for you.
âaustin?â you ask softly, taking in a deep breath.
austinâs eyes softened at the sound of his name, and he couldnât take his eyes off of you once he saw you walking towards him, smoothing out the front of your dress and making sure it was wrinkle-free and free of any stains.
âhey,â he replied with a smile and nod, âi was just, uh, making sure you didnât get lost, again.â austin laughed, looking at you through his eyebrows.
you couldnât help but chuckle, âno worries, restrooms are pretty simple,â you reply with a toothy grin.
âbut, if you wouldnât mind showing me the way to the theater?â you ask, knowing if you didnât have the guidance youâd definitely get lost and miss the entire ceremony.
and you didnât need that kind of embarrassment.
though, deep down you know you wouldnât win tonight, but still, you wanted to experience being at the freaking oscars!
austin smiled at how eager you were to not get lost again. he chuckled softly as you asked him to guide you to the theater, and he pushed himself off the wall, taking one last look at his watch before walking closer to you.
âand here i was, thinking youâd never ask,â he joked, before holding out his arm for you to grab and wrap your own around.
âdonât wanna risk you ending up in the broom closet again,â he teased.
you drop your head, smiling, and then laugh at his comment about getting lost in the broom closet.
âlisten..â you say softly, covering your face with the clutch. âi would say it was one mistake, but with my luck, itâs bound to happen again.â
you carefully take his arm and begin walking towards the theater. you can feel your cheeks warming up.
here you are, lost at the oscarâs and now having the austin butler escort you into the theater.
when you attempted to cover your face with your clutch, he rolled his eyes and gently grabbed it, pulling it away from your face. âno hiding.â he teased.
as you walked side by side, down the halls and towards the theater, austin couldnât help himself but glance over at you now and then.
he smiled when you laughed at his joke and chuckled even more as you attempted to defend yourself. âjust one? youâre sure about that?â
you smile, looking ahead. not being able to look him in the eyes. âno..â you laugh.
âon my first day of filming, i got lost and accidentally locked myself in the hair and makeup trailerâ you giggle, recalling one of the most embarrassing moments thatâs happened to you. though, this one trumps that.
âno way..â you hear austin laugh wholeheartedly, a sound so beautiful it could turn your legs into jelly.
âyes wayâ you laugh back, nodding. you werenât paying attention and almost tripped over the end of your dress.
âhere, let me help you with thatâ austin offers, picking up the train of your dress so you can walk more comfortably.
âsee? clumsy.â
austin grins, holding the satin fabric in his hands as you continue towards the theater. âwe all have our quirksâ he adds. âyouâll warm up to this life, itâll become easier and if it doesnât, iâll help you navigate this journey.â austin spoke without really thinking.
you finally see the two large golden doors which lead into the theater. âready?â austin grins, raising his eyebrows before opening the door.
when the door opens youâre hit with a soft wind of cool air, the sound of people chattering, and the camera crew getting ready to go live.
âwell, letâs hope i can find my seat with ease..â you say walking down the aisle with him towards the seconds for the nominees. âiâll help,â austin says and begins scanning the row of seats for your name.
y/n l/n
âhere you are.â he points to your name plastered on the back of the seat. âright next to mineâ he leads you to the two end aisle seats on the front row. your crew sat behind you and austinâs was right next to him.
you were shocked, walking to your seat and letting go of his arm. austin drops the end of your dress gracefully, making sure it doesnât get dirty.
âwhat a coincidence, huh?â you take your seat, crossing your legs and placing your clutch in your lap.
austin had what youâd call a shit-eating grin on his face as he sat next to you. âcoincidence? or the universe giving us a sign?â
he could tell you were feeling out of place, but he silently tried to make you feel more comfortable by flashing you a reassuring smile.
you shrug, smiling as the staff prepares to go on air. you take in a deep breath, calming your racing heart as you watch the host enter the stage.
âgood luck tonight.â austin leans in, whispering. you turn to face him, âyou tooâ. austin winks and then focuses his attention on the stage as the lights dim.
you follow suit, the ceremony officially begins.
a short video montage of all the movies nominated begins to play, and for a second you see yourself.
wow.
after the video, the lights come back on, and out steps the host.
âhello, and welcome to the ninety-sixth oscars, everyone! look at these beautiful faces!â
the room explodes into applause and cheers from the guests.
thereâs more to the introduction, bad jokes, awkward laughter, and overall a very, very, long introduction before getting into the awards.
tonight was going to be very long.
âand the nominees for the best lead actorâ the host announces, letting a brief video play of all the nominees and their movies.
some actors you knew well, others you didnât.
âand the oscar goes to..â the host drawls, opening the envelope and a smile appears on her face.
âaustin butler!â
the crowd erupts into a roar of cheers and applause, people standing up all around, yourself included. austin stands up hugging his team around him and his friends. he turns to you, smiling as if he won the lottery. âcongrats!â you pat his shoulder as he walks past you on stage to accept the award.
âwow..â his deep voice rang through the microphone, looking at the audience and fellow nominees. âiâd uh..wow..all my words are leaving meâŚiâm standing in front of my heroes. iâm so incredibly grateful to be standing here, i just wanted to say thank you to my team, all the producers, writers, directors, costume, and makeup. everyone. and the presley family for guiding me through this whole process. thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. and lastly, thank you to all the new people iâve metâ he looks towards you. âiâm so grateful to be standing here. thank you.â he blows a kiss to the crowd before disappearing backstage.
the rest of the male categories went on in between intermissions. many of your favorite actors won, and movies.
then, before you knew it, the female categories were beginning. you saw austin returning to his seat before the nominees were announced.
ânow, letâs take a look at the nominees for best female lead roleâŚâ the host begins.
like the male category, there are videos of each nominee and then youâre face pops up in a small montage of your movie with your name announced.
austin looked over at you when your face appeared on the big screen, he saw that look in your eyes. he couldnât describe it. awe? no, it was something more than that. something he had never seen from any of the people he worked with. he had been to many events like this, but youâŚsomething about you.
âand the oscar for best female lead role goes too..â
anticipation.
so many great and talented women in this category, that you feel honored to even be considered as good as them.
what if you didnât win?
but what if you did win? you didnât even think you prepare an acceptance speech because there is absolutely no way someone like you could-
ây/n l/n! congratulations!â
the world stopped, people around you standing up and applauding. you.
you sat there, mouth agape staring at the stage with your face on the screens like an idiot. your crew grabbing your shoulders to congratulate you as you stand up. hugging some of your crew, then looking at austin wide-eyed. heâs smiling at you, saying something like âi knew youâd winâ but you couldnât be sure, you were in shock.
you begin towards the stage, austin trailing behind you holding your dress so you wonât trip. if thereâs one thing austin learned about you tonight, you were clumsy.
you look back, thanking austin with your eyes approach the host, and accept the award.
âoh man..â you begin, feeling tears prickling your eyes. a quiet laugh escapes your throat, looking down at the golden award and then back to the crowd. âi didnât have a speech prepared, i didnât expect to win at all. but i wanted to thank everyone who worked on the set of this movie. thank you to the director who saw my indie films and thought i had the talent to portray my character. thank you to my team who always supported me. thank you to my family who always believed in me..who pushed me to work harder..â you sniffle, lip quivering.
âthank you. thank you so much.â you cry. âand thank you to austin, who helped me when i got lost, otherwise i wouldâve missed the best moment in my lifeâ. you look towards austin, your teary eyes glittering underneath the lights. the crowd laughs at this, finding it humorous.
austin smiled as he listened to your heartfelt acceptance speech. he couldnât help but feel proud of you, watching the way you held the award in your hands and thanked everyone who had helped you along the way.
his heart skipped a beat when you mentioned him in your speech. he chuckled softly as the crowd laughed when you joked about getting lost, and he felt a warmth spread through him as he heard you express your gratitude towards him.
âand to all my fellow nominees, i canât believe im standing in front of you. iâm so honored to be here with you tonight. and i realize i am rambling so i will accept this and goâ you laugh, waving to your crew and exiting the stage.
as you walked off the stage, austin stood up and applauded once again, clapping louder than ever before.
the rest of the night continued without fail, the whole thing continued for about three and a half hours. you knew it was going to be long, but you donât think youâd ever get used to it.
the ceremony ended, leading you and the other winners backstage to get pictures and interviews.
you stand with your friends, who also are a part of your crew. youâre still absolutely shocked. crying on and off as they congratulate you on one of the biggest achievements of your career.
you werenât aware of austin approaching you until you felt a hand on your lower back. you look over your shoulder and see his baby blues. âaustin!â you grin, turning your body toward him. âhi, darling. congratulations.â he says, gesturing to the award in your hand.
âthank youâ you bring the award up to your face, grinning like a proud parent. âand congrats to youâ
austin nods, looking down at his award. âlooks like we both got pretty lucky, huh?â
you nod, agreeing. âi guess so..â you say softly.
you see austinâs eyebrow raise, his eyes dancing over your figure against the wall. you couldnât quite place what he was thinking. he could be thinking many things, but you wouldnât know. he was too hard to read, for you at least.
âsay, uh..â he smirks, biting his lip. âhow would you feel if i asked for your number?â his extra arm came up to the wall beside your head, entrapping you.
oh boy.
you hold the award close to your chest, looking up at him. âwell, iâd feel like iâd be dreaming but im not going to say no.â you answer.
âgood because i donât know what id do if you said noâ he chuckles, his eyes not leaving yours.
âiâll call you, weâll go out sometime. i wanna know more of you. if itâs anything like i saw tonight, i think i might fall in love with you.â
you can feel your ears burning as he speaks, his raspy voice making your legs feel weak. his eyes looking down on you, god. he was driving you insane. his slightly gelled hair, his grey suit, his cologne.
he was so close.
âthen i guess you should be ready for that,â you say, smirking.
you heard your name being called, your manager trying to get you for an interview.
you push yourself off the wall, but before you leave you pause. âcall me.â you wink and then walk away, leaving austinâs world rocked. never had he met someone like you, never has he been this intrigued and captivated by someone.
thank god he found you when he did.
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Sunrise
Faint beam of artificial light from a surface danced off yellow armor of an Autobot, giving it a color of a newborn star. Bumblebee graced the Decepticon with a broad smile, its warmth making the hostile gloom around his facial features to dissipate.
To Blitzwing a minibot reminded a stray ray of hope which arrived to safe lost souls from a long dead and forgotten world.
A true rising sun in the realm of darkness.
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Alright, fellas, next entry to the @blitzbee-week event is finally here)). The prompt of the second day was "Sunrise" and I decided to go more figuratively with it rather then depicting a literal "appearance of the sky" at a particular part of a day. As you can guess by a provided description, Bee basically becomes a "leading star" for a brooding Blitzwing, who, as it seems, is not that thrilled by discovery of his partner.
Just as a previous entry to a mentioned event, this picture is dedicated to my fanfic called "TFA: Icarus". Here's a [link] for the series "folder" which also includes an existing teaser (future prologue) for a story if anyone wants to give it a try. Again, can not thank you enough for all the support you've shown for it so far, I will try my best to come up with updates soon enough.
As it usually goes with such works of mine, I will provide the full snippet of one of chapters, which a depicted scene is taken from, under a cut line for anyone wishing to read more about the scene. Hope you'll enjoy it)
To the surprise of many comrades heâd worked with, the Triplechanger proved to be the most patient mech on a team when it came to long lasting missions. Usually he didnât find it difficult to lay low and wait for orders to come, even if it meant to stay idle for several solar cycles. It was a useful trait of character which Decepticon rightfully prided himself of.Â
Yet, even a seemingly boundless patience had its limits.Â
âCan you see anything of use out there?â Blitzwing finally asked his unfortunate âpartner in crimeâ.
A brightly colored mech slipped on the spot upon hearing Conâs voice but managed to regain his balance.Â
âNot yet, Blitzwing, give me a klik!â A minibot shouted over his shoulder, holding on the steel bar for dear life. âClimbing is not as easy as Iâm surely making it look in your optics.â
If Bumblebee planed to cheer up a Warframe with such a comment, he failed miserably, for it only seemed to sour up an already bad mood of a tall mech.Â
To a Decepticon, it felt like forever since the minibot began his ascend up a steep scarp of a crumbled wall. One would think that, thanks to his light frame, heâd manage to reach the top level in no time. But even this uneven terrain, made of torn sheets of metal and broken cables, proved to be a challenge to an agile Autobot.Â
The damned energy chain, which linked limbs of both mechs to each other, clearly was the greatest obstacle for Bumblebee, barely giving him a chance to move as far away from a somber mech as possible. Not to mention that a Decepticon was forced to stand on one pede in order to accommodate his companionâs slow conquest of new heights.Â
Admittedly, a Triplechanger considered an option of tearing the bugâs pede heâs bound to off. But that type of cuffs always latched onto anything in their vicinity (while being activated). Meaning, the chances of getting tied to a nearby wall, as a result of said actions, reached more than 90%.Â
Tearing his own pede off was not part of a Warframeâs plans.Â
âIf you havenât noticed it yet, Bumblebee Prime, we donât have plenty of time left to hide in these tunnels,â A âformerâ convict grumbled in response while surveying his surroundings for an up-tenth time. He didnât notice how a Bot winced at the mention of his new title.
Minibot knew he deserved that snide remark. But it did not make him feel better about his recent promotion to an Elite Guard. Or about a decision to become one for that matter. The decision which led to a situation where an Autobot and a Decepticon got lost under an Iacon city.Â
They had to hide in maintenance tunnels from the times prior to a Great War. Tunnels built by Decepticons for Autobotsâ use, and left by them to slowly rot in an utter disrepair after the said War was officially ended. Sealed off since the banishment of Warframes from Cybertron, eventually the structure turned into an urban myth not many of currently living mechs remember or even know about.
An old complex Blitzwing and Bumblbee were currently navigating in was once part of the major supportive structure. Meant to protect veins and tubes once full of energon, that section was made of sturdy materials which stoically passed the test of time.Â
The Decepticon wouldâve lied if heâd said heâs not pleasantly surprised by that discovery.Â
But it did not bright up his mood by much - they still needed to find a way to the surface level of a planet.Â
âFoolish of me to expect a scout with no field experience to do a Warframeâs job,â the mech muttered under his breath, words bitter on his glossa. âPerhaps I should have been the one to search for an exit after allâ.
Blitzwing had no intent for the last sentence to be heard by his peer, but an aforementioned scout, apparently, had nicely tuned audials.Â
Figures.Â
âAnd to risk exposing your Decepticon signature to raging authorities? No, thanks!â Bumblebee chirped after successfully reaching for a rod sticking out of a long abandoned structure. âIt was already enough of me putting everything at risk by making stupid decisions - I donât want to see you following my lead.â
Somehow the fact that a minibot admitted his mistakes helped to somewhat cool Blitzwing down. He said nothing in return but did glance at him once prior returning to surveying desolated surroundings.Â
Bumblerâs changed since the promotion to the ranks of an Elite Guard. He seemed to act more mature, even if heâs still naive about most things happening around him. For strangers itâd be an unexpected change of character for such an optimistic and energetic Bot as Bumblebee. But Blitzwing was no random outsider, whether he liked to be on closer terms with a current companion of his or not.Â
Death of a teammate has effected the minibot on a much deeper level then heâd ever admit to anybody, even to himself. Yet, despite how horrible it mightâve sounded, the Decepticon thought that that was an important lesson every soldier had to live through. And as a mech, whoâs witnessed deaths of many of his comrades throughout the Great War, he had to agree that Bumbler was holding up pretty well for someone so inexperienced in mentioned matters.Â
Even Blitzwing, who did not know Prowl as well as a yellow Bot did, felt the loss of a mech effecting him as well to a certain degree. No matter how secluded and cold the cyber-ninja seemed to be, he always had a special aura around him, the one that made people feel at ease in his presence. Though how he could so freely speak to a Con about importance of life and probability of peace among Cybertronians remained a mystery to him to that solar cycle. Â
What was that thing black and golden Autobotâs talking about during the last conversation of theirs?Â
âTo have Faith not in Primus, not in The Allspark, but in each otherâ?
What exactly made him see it being possible back then and, especially, at a current stage of the reignited conflict between factions? Triplechanger had no answer to that question either. He didnât view how the world should work the same way Prowl did. Could not fully comprehend the intricacies of a philosophy of an Autobot, but, at least, did not lack the courage to make it very clear during a mentioned discussion of theirs.
Blitzwing didnât have Faith in anyone anymore, and he surely wouldn't in a foreseen future.Â
For who could remain being supportive of their unhelpful, unwanted partn-⌠Autobot, while being lost in Allspark forsaken place with no means of escape?
âŚ
â⌠-es! I see the gap in a wall!.. Blitzwing, I actually see it!â
The joyful voice tore Triplechanger from a deep melancholy state he slipped into while looking down a dark tunnel to his left. He raised his ruby optics, their faint glow barely lighting sharp features of his blue faceplates.
âRight where youâve predicted it to be,â The Autobot added after turning around in order to face his unfortunate companion, unintentionally giving him quite a peculiar view of his small form.
Faint beam of artificial light from a surface danced off yellow armor of an Autobot, giving it a color of a newborn star. Bumblebee graced the Decepticon with a broad smile, its warmth making the hostile gloom around his facial features to dissipate.
To Blitzwing a minibot reminded a stray ray of hope which arrived to safe lost souls from a long dead and forgotten world.
A true rising sun in the realm of darkness.
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Blitzwing huffed in mild annoyance at himself and his artistic side of a processor - it was not the right moment for poetic comparisons. Hope and Faith had no place in a situation he was stuck in, only cold calculations. He and Bumbler had to get out of that place, no matter the cost. And the sooner theyâd get rid of an energy chain, the better.
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Change My Mind [6]
Pairing: BTS x reader
SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.
Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.
Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor
Words: 6.9k
If you weren't able to catch the author's note, update will be very slow due to my campus enrolling us to a government extracurricular that spans for three months so updates with be VERY slow until then. Sorry this one took long, had to remove one chunk out of this chapter so I could have it posted as soon as I could. Also ik the last chapter's ending was so rushed, I'll try to fix it once I get the time so for now, ignore that mess ;-;
EDIT: plenty of details edited out but nothing too important, also fixed a few mistakes.
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âNoona, please⌠Just turn aroundâŚâ
âI would if I could, but I'm at my limit here!â
âI will break your fingers if you donât move.â
âTry it and Iâll tell Namjoon you were the one who spilled alcohol on the book he was reading the other day!â
âJust turn around damn it!â
âI already am! I'm not gonna take a fucking peak!â
You're living through a nightmare.
Never in your life did you think working as a make-up artist for an up-and-rising boy idol group would eventually lead you to where you are now; with half of your body out of the bathroom with an arm stretched inside to hold Jiminâs hand that's also reaching out for yours while he stands in front of the toilet.
What are you, Bangtan'sâThe current biggest boyband in the worldâmakeup artists doing, holding onto one of the memberâs hands while heâs in the bathroom exactly?
Soulbond strain, thatâs what the doctor had said. That's what caused the constant fatigue you and Jimin were feeling yesterday which eventually caused you both to pass out from exhaustion. Due to how ill-informed they are of both your marks, they weren't aware of how fragile your new bond was and how much touching should be involved for the first few days.
So now, you are sentencedâsentenced because having to hold your soulmate's hand while you piss, and eventually, shower and shit is the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to youâto nonstop skinship with Jimin for a week. Though after a few days, your body could withstand not holding his hand for almost a minute and you hoped it goes past an hour when the week finally ends.
Today marks the last day you both will be confined to the hospital as they've finally cleaned up one of the spare rooms in the dorm so you could move in.
You were so glad you could finally eat something more nutritious than bland soup. It should be a talent to be able to cook a soup so tasteless it would even make a white person frown despite the numerous vegetables and meat on them.
Since Jungkook's Birthday, you found yourself more often than not staring at the ceiling after eating, dreaming about eating other food so intensely it's like you could taste them in your buds.
A few days have passed since you found out you were soulmates with your best friends but you still couldnât wrap your head around it.
The thought that these fiveâpossibly seven depending on Seokjin and Hoseokâs test results later todayâdown to earth, aphrodite-blessed men with even more beautiful traits were tethered to you is bizarre. The idea never fails to short-circuit your brain every time you think about it.Â
And it's hard not to, not when you wake up sleeping next to the peaceful face of South Koreaâs IT boyâwith his arms wrapped around you and his head nuzzled under your chin; Its something youâre still trying to get used to as youâve never dared to sleep while cuddling with your friends, no matter how tired you might be. It was far too intimate of an act, reserved for those who are romantically involved and for someone with feelings as fickle as yours back then, it was inappropriate.
Not that it mattered much now but it's still difficult to be comfortable with the domesticity of it all.
Save for Taehyung and Seokjin, everyone else has continued working, although you had advised a weary looking Hoseok to take a break, he insisted that he's fine whilst practically dragging himself out of the room. Namjoon had assured you that he'll watch over his hyung but you had threatened Yoongi for extra measures.Â
Speaking of work, your friends have been blowing up your phone since Jungkook's birthday, asking why they were required to sign a whole different NDA and you told them about your soulmates.Â
All of them reacted positively, Minhyuk had even pleaded to hear about how you discovered and had asked to be informed of all the latest happenings, from the courting, dates, and even the bedroomâsomething you had promised to hit him for once you're back to work.
But for now, you were stuck with a foot out of the bathroom and body turned to the opposite with an arm stretched far out to hold Jimin's hand as he finished his business.Â
So far, there's been no accidental flashing, to which you've been thankful for. The whole ordeal is already awkward as it is with only having to hear each other pee.
Jimin couldnât even jokingly flirt with you the whole time, far too mortified with the idea of both parties being able to hear the stream of piss to even bother coming up with jokes to lighten up the situation, nor could you dare look into his eyes after the first few times you both had to go through this. You had refrained from eating too much in fear of having to shit during the week but you knew it would eventually happen.
Especially since you both have been greenlit to eat take outs and Seokjin had generously offered to buy you both foodâbless that wonderful, handsome manâand dragged Taehyung out with him.Â
You had been hesitant to make a few demands at first because do you even deserve the kindness Seokjin is showing you after hurting him for years? But the man proved himself devoted once more when he listed down the food youâve been craving desperately for without hearing it from your lips.
(Tae had joked that maybe it's the soulmate mark manifesting a little late and Jimin elbowed him for that.)
You didnât even get to tell him not to bother when he began to loudly chant gibberish as he pulled Taehyung out of the room with him.
After all the babying and princess treatment you've been receiving in the short time of knowing you were soulmates, it's hard not to feel frustrated having your best friends become your beck and call when theyâsave for Yoongiâhadn't been doing so for the past few years. It was somewhat pressuring that you could ask Jungkook to brush his teeth and immediately drink orange juice and he'd do it without question, if not gargling the juice for a little while longer just because you asked him to do it.Â
From living alone and getting used to doing things by yourself, to suddenly having five people who'd follow your whims almost blindly, was overwhelming and slowly becoming more annoying than it is helpful.
If it wasn't for the guilt from getting irritated, you would've blown up on the first day when most of your soulmates had refused to let you stand up and walk around the room in fear of having you collapse.
Sure you had passed out from the soulbond strain but that same bond rendered you invulnerable to most things, you're not about to die walking around the room with Jimin, Yoongs.
You couldn't fault Jungkook and Tae for wanting to baby you. Jungkook never had someone to pamper and spoil, and Taehyung only had Jungkook; Even then, it wasn't in a romantic way and Jungkook was also being taken care of by the others so he didn't need to do much. His ex and him didn't last long enough for when BTSâ fame had skyrocketed and he had more money than he could ever spend in his life and is quickly running out of things to spend it on.
Still, it was hard to take all the coddling. It was better when they treated you with the distance platonic relationships had granted you.
The sound of a zipper broke through the awkward atmosphere before the flush of the toilet came. With a tug on your hand, you stepped back into the bathroom to follow Jimin to the sink so he could wash his hand, eyes still refusing to meet.
God, how did a friendship where he could literally strip off to his underwear in front of each other could turn so awkward like this?!
After spraying his hands with an overloading amount of alcoholââNoona thatâs overkill, Iâve already washed my hands.â âThatâs just water, Iâm not letting you touch me with a hand only washed with water!ââ you and Jimin returned to the bed, huddled next to each other as you both scrolled on social media with both your bare legs thrown over his.
There's been comments left on your instagram page asking for Jimin's health and you decided to reply to one comment to say that he's fine and recovering. Silencing the app, you move to twitter when the door suddenly opens and in comes Seokjin holding up two plastic bags of takeout, flexing them as if they were golden medals and you sit up.
âYour handsome savior has arrived with fries and actually good food!â
âHi noona!â Taehyung greets as he steps out of Jin's shadow.
âJin you're actually the most good looking man I've ever seen in this forsaken planet, did you get me cheese and sour cream flavââ
âOf course I did,â He scoffed, putting down two paper bags and one drink carrier on your bedside table before placing the rest on the table near the bathroom door. âWho do you think I am?!â
âHe almost ordered it all in cheese until I reminded him that you wanted sour cream too, noona.â Taehyung chimes in with a grin as he closes the door, a hand hidden behind his back while he holds a covered cup in the other.Â
Seokjin snapped his head towards him with an indignant âYa!â, to which Tae only giggled at.
âYou bought that heinous, god awful sweet tea with my money! How could you do this to me?!â
âI offered to pay but youââ
âWITH MY MONEY!â
Everyone only laughed and Jin trudged over with Jiminâs lunch in hand, offering it with an outreached arm and he took it. At least, he tried to. Jin suddenly raised his hand over his head. You watched as Jin continuously teased Jimin whose reach is limited due to the need to be holding your hand.Â
Jimin then finally got a grip on the plastic bagâs bottom and suddenly, their fishing game became a tug of war.
âWait wait wait! You're going to tear it! It's going to spill!â
âJust fucking give it to me, hyung!â Jimin grunt, tugging one last time and the side of the bag rips, immediately Jin lets go.
âWhy would you pull that hard?!â
Jimin ignored him in favor of pulling out his container, which he realized is overwhelmingly little compared to your three packages.
âHyung!â He screams with his bottom lip jut out, dragging out the word. âHow come I only have one food package? I'm also a patient, you know?!â
âYou didn't request anything.â Jin says nonchalantly, shrugging.
âWe've been together for years hyung! You should've known what I wanted like you did noona! This is blatant favoritism hyung!â
Seokjin ignored him, handing you a large bowl of mixed flavored fries, a large boba tea, and a plastic container where an aroma of caramelized fried chicken is leaking out of it the moment it leaves the paper bag. Next to you, Jimin scoffed, incredulous as he crossed his arms.
âShe gets fried chicken, fries and boba but I only get Jajangmyeon?!âÂ
Once again, he ignored the younger man, rolling his eyes as Taehyung bounds up to his disgruntled best friend to reveal the half occupied half empty paper beverage carrier hidden behind his back, grinning widely as Jiminâs face morphs into disbelieving betrayal.
âWow, so this is how we do things now, huh? I canât believe youâd do this to me when Iâm a patient!âÂ
âIâm so sorry, you poor poor thing.â Taehyung pouts as he offers out the food and Jimin spared no time in swiping the bag from him.
With their bicker finally coming to an end and Taehyung comfortably sitting crossed legs at the foot of you and Jiminâs bed, you turned to your food.
After eating nothing but bland, runny soup since the night at Jungkookâs birthday, tasting the cheddar almost made you tear up. You had taken advantage of the privilege of tasting far too long, being able to finally ingest something else felt euphoric, as if you were given the chance to walk through the garden of eden.
Exaggerated much but it's the only way you could explain the feeling.
Wasting no more time, you dug into the french fries bowl.Â
You hear Seokjin whisper something underneath his breath, sounding incredulous. You watched as he crossed over to Taehyung and snatched his cup, ignoring the younger manâs indignant yelp and took a sip.
Instantly, the mixed taste of cheddar and sour cream was washed away by the familiar taste of Taehyungâs heinous tea preference of illegal amounts of tea and milk. The harsh difference of the three flavors along with the texture of fries gliding on your tongue makes you gag. Your soulmates react, Jimin placing his food down to place his cupped hands under you as if trying to catch your puke while Tae flinches, about to reach over until he sees his brother already positioned to help you and turns to fetch you a glass of water instead.
âYou ate too fast noona, try to chew it first.â
âYou ate too fast noona, try to chew it first.â You mimic in a tone far too high to be his and Jimin rolled his eyes.
âWhy are you being so annoying today?â
âIâm sorry Iâm getting cranky after someone disrupted me eatingââ Your words abruptly end as Jin suddenly surged in to hug you.
You look at Taehyung whoâs staring longingly at his tea still in Jinâs grasp behind you before turning to a similarly perplexed Jimin mid-bite of his tteokbokki. Raising an eyebrow at him, he responds with a shrug before continuing to stuff food into his mouth.
But as you rested both hands on his shoulders, Jin suddenly sniffled.
âJin?â
Alert, you gently push him off and your eyes meet with his misty pairs, matched with a teary smile stretching plush red lips. Your heart leapt to your throat as both his hands cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead in under a second. But instead of getting a seizure or being struck with an overwhelming amount of pain, nothing happened.
Instead a warm feeling, akin to what the rest of your soulmates caused you, wrapped around you like a thick blanket and you froze.
Then, Jin stands with an excited yip and excused himself out of the room, leaving you and the others confused.
What?
You didn't need to look at Jimin or Tae to know they all had huge question marks hanging over their heads as they stared at where they last saw their hyung disappear out of the room.
Why didn't your body react from having someone kiss your forehead while your bonds were still unsettled? From what you've read, there's always a chance of it happening, yet even if your relationship with him stretched over years, there shouldn't be any reason why he's not causing you and Jimin pain.
Unless he's also a soulmate.
Immediately you were reminded of the time he had carried you and wondered why no one ever questioned why nothing fatal had happened when he had done that in the DFA. Even if it had everyone in a flurry of panic, someone should've noticed and questioned it right? Yoongi should have at least.
There was also that one time Hoseok had held your hand in the car, it was brief but it should've done something still with a Nexus bond as complicated and huge as yours. Yet like with Seokjin, nothing happened.
âWhat did I just watch?â Taehyung began and you wish you had the answer. âDid I just witness my soulmate get stolen by Seokjin hyung?â
âNo,â Jimin says, eyes thoughtful as he looks at you before turning to the bathroom door. âI think we just discovered that hyung is also tethered to her.â
Both your head snapped to the man next to you.
In the small amount of time you stared at your soulmate, the pieces began to click as the cogs in your mind whirs with all the possibilities before it took you back to the moment the horrendous taste of Taehyung's tea violated your tongue. Your mouth falls into an âoâ.
âShared Tastebuds.â You mutter.
Jimin opens his mouth to ask you to elaborate when Seokjin reenters with a doctor following behind him, red faced but the blinding wide smile he wore was enough to make you forget he was crying not a second before. The doctor next to him looked ecstatic, eyes a little crazy at the newfound discovery.
âCongratulations, it seems that also Mr. Kim here is a part of your Nexus bond!â He says a little cheerily as he hugs the clipboard close to his chest. âIt would do you all well to inform the rest of the group of this finding. From a professional standpoint, I do think that Mr. Jung has a huge chance of also being a part of your Nexus.â
To say you never had doubts that the other two members were a part of your nexus would be a lie, you had hoped they were but the absence of mark manifestation symptoms made it hard to believe theyâll be one of your soulmates.
Who knew all it took to find out if you and Jin were connected was eating while in the presence of each other? If you hadnât fainted from the lack of food and the Soulbond strain, would you have found out about it earlier?
Was he the reason youâd taste the savory taste of a well-seasoned grilled meat or the sweet fizzling taste of a soda late at night yesterday?
Or is the bond you both have will allow for long distance sense sharing? There are two types of Shared Tastebuds after all.
âThe results are due today right?â Jimin asks and the doctor turns to his watch.
âThis afternoon I'm sure just before you both are discharged. But,â He turns to Jin. âFor now I'll be taking Mr. Kim with me to register his soulbond and involvement in your Nexus.â
When they left again, the three of you remained unmoving, stunned.Â
It must be Jiminâs touch that had kept you calm throughout the revelation because you didnât know how to react. Thereâs no doubt joy in the hurricane of emotions swirling in your chest, as well as the pacifying effect from both your and Jiminâs touch overwhelming the rising stress and conflict at the back of your head, forcing and pushing them back into the shadows.
You knew you should be stressing over the possibilities of having seven soulmates and how youâd divide your time to be able to equally spend time with everyone, it was already difficult having five these past few days. More often than not, you found yourself suffering a headache caused by the constant noise and overwhelming sensations each individual soulmarks gave you.Â
From the constant sounds of Namjoonâs heartbeat at the back of your head, and Jiminâs touch making your skin thrum, even the Amoneuron in your blood is having a hard time keeping you away from soulbond hyperactivity.
Someoneâs phone erupted into a shrill scream, it was Taehyungâs. Picking it up, he automatically puts it on speaker and holds the end of the phone close to his mouth.Â
âIs it true? Please tell me itâs not true! Iâm already competing with most of my hyungs for noonaâs time!â
âThis isnât a competition, gguk.â Yoongi drawled in the background. âDidnât we already establish that? No fighting for her hearââ
âWhat soulmark do they have?!âÂ
âManager Sejin is already on the way with a lawyer to handle the legal side of things, how are you guys doing right now? Is noona good?â Namjoon asks, sounding closer to the mic.
âShe didn't faint if that's what you're asking about. If anything,â Taehyung turns to you. âShe looks a little out of it.â
âHow did it happen? Is it the test? Is it out already?â Hoseok's voice came through, nervous.
âYeah we'll deliver it to you later also, remember hyung complaining about tasting something weird? Apparently he was tasting the hospital special soupââ
_______
On your dismissal, the doctor had handed the eldest their test results. Seokjin had thrown him out since he already knew what it'll entail but held on protectively on Hoseok's envelope.
Jimin had proposed a small celebration for the mark's manifestation for everyone, nothing too grand, just a few take outs appropriate for tomorrowâs dinnerâbecause Jungkook and Tae had requested pancakes and waffles for whatever reasonâand a small cake.Â
With fiveânot counting Jimin as he insisted that you both sit the activity out and Hoseok who visited his sister but promised to return the next day to read his result at dinnerâmen at your disposal, boxing up and moving your items into their dorm was easy, even if Yoongi has noticeably slowed down the stairs carrying the same one box heâs picked up since earlier; not that youâd call him out on it but you knew Seokjin and Jimin would to do it instead.
If it wasn't for Jungkook's eagerness to have you move in, it would have taken you all longer than you had today.
It was surreal seeing the items in your home slowly decrease, the mass on your shelves and all the personality of every room disappear with every box filled. You had been staying in the same apartment since you were 21, to have its familiar sights and spots be slowly stripped off of its glow felt sadder than you thought it would be.
BigHit had requested your company friends do all the basic packing such as your clothes and products while you were at the hospital, it wasn't forced but they acted like it was anyway. They (read: Minhyuk and Nabi) had jokingly complained about being tasked with doing things your soulmates shouldâve been doing, Minhyuk going as far as threatening to sneak off something into one of the boxes and you feared for your life for what that something might entail.
You offered to buy them anything they want the next time you all visit the mall in exchange for their full cooperation and Minhyuk had vowed to run your bank dry with a sly grin.
âIt's not like youâd even need them anymore when youâve got the worldâs biggest boyband as your soulmates, might as well spend your hard earned money on important things; friends, especially me though.â
You wouldn't deny the fact that you tried dating Guwon with the hopes of living lavishly without lifting a finger but the world would have to bathe in fire and water before you'd let them buy you expensive things outside of food; that you accept because you'd be able to taste and experience delicious dishes. Not to mention, it's practical.
Having your furniture moved out as well was out of the question after an hour of argument with Jimin and Jin who insisted on having you buy new decorations, except for the books, trinkets, and plethora of BTS collection you were given by the members themselves every comeback.
You argued that you didnât need them to buy new furniture when you already have working ones.
But that argument was easily disproved when the maknaes (plus you as an unwilling participant and Namjoon because: "hyung youâre big, we need to weight test it!") had jumped into your bed and the frames creaked and trembled.
He was right, as much as it pains you to accept it.
But just because he's right doesn't mean you agree with him.
In the end, with one against eventually all of them, you were due for furniture shopping with Jimin, Yoongi and Namjoon the next day. Today though, you were bunking with Jimin due to the need for constant skinship and the lack of bed in your new room.
You spent the better half of the afternoon unboxing and filling your closet with your items which barely filled two shelves out of six that were bolted onto the wall of the small well-lit room.
âNoona, your closet is a bit⌠barren.â
âThe closets are just huge, I have plenty.â
âIâm concerned that you think this is plenty.â He says, thumbing the material of your cream cardigan.
âDon't you fucking dare Park Jimin.â
He smiled. âWho says I'm the one who'll do the buying? I donât gift clothes noona, you should know that.â
After finding out your and Jinâs soulmark, you had thought deciding what you ate for dinner until the bond settled would be a hassle or until you both learn how to disable it. But Jin had simply agreed on your choices that night with a shrug of his shoulder.
And that amount of trust in whatever youâll pick scares you in ways you never thought it would.
It's just a simple decision, one would say, but the ugly voices at the back of your head wondered if you even deserve this amount of consideration from him when you hadnât noticed his lingering feelings for you for years.
But it seems like that fact has long been swept under the rug when the maknaes bounded up to you with mischief in their eyes.
Upon the realization that their Jin hyung would agree to almost anything youâd eat for a while, Jungkook and Taehyung wasted no second running up to you to propose the idea of ordering you a strawberry ice cream for dessert, claiming it was the only way to test their hyungâs love for her.
âYou see noona, if hyung really loves you like he said he does, he would suck it up like the man he is.â Jungkook had reasoned to you with Taehyung nodding behind him and Jimin grinning mischievously next to you.
Fortunately for Jin, you donât think forcing him to taste strawberry flavored things on the day he found out he wasnât untethered would be a good decision despite the loud voice at the back of your head goading you to follow through their plan for fun.
But you promised the maknaes that youâll do it someday.
Dinner was surprisingly uneventful with a few talks about the schedule changes and the rumors Jungkook had read and heard from his small friend group outside his brothers. If it wasnât for the soft glow of gold at the edge of your vision from where your foot is resting on top of Jiminâs under the table and the faint outline of the red string of fate stretching across to Yoongiâs right pinkie, you wouldâve tricked your brain into thinking it was a normal dinner with your friends.
With the words streaming out of Jungkookâs mouth, Tae and Jiminâs additional information and the scandalous gasp and widened eyes around the table once the pieces began to form a picture, you almost thought it was an average weekly dinner with your bosses.
But soon enough, plates are taken into the kitchen and Jimin is already pulling you up to your room, saying how he wants to take a shower and that you should take your toiletries.
Something you had dreaded since you heard the doctor had sentenced you to be in constant skinship with Jimin.
Why are you even nervous?! You had seen him and his brothers in their boxers from being one of their make up artists yet your heart had been thudding loudly in your ears the moment you had entered his room with your travel bag in hand.
Turns out, there was a truth in the saying âIgnorance is blissâ in the fact that knowing something could alter the way you think and perceive even the smallest of actions. In your case, knowing Jimin's your soulmate while facing the dilemma of showering together had you completely fucked up.
On the verge of a breakdown, half a foot on the ledge and the other hanging over the fall.
You had swam in public pools with him before but it was always with the presence of others, to be alone in a small room in nothing but your undies while maintaining skinship with your soulmateâ
Isn't that a bit too intimate?
Will you even survive?
To stand half naked in a minimal space alone with Jimin, your heart might just collapse.
Seeing him in his underwear shouldn't faze you as much as it should. He and the others has stripped in front of you in a haste of changing into the next costume for the next performance but in the minimal space of his bathroom where you both are secluded away from the other dwellers of the building and he's already topless and is now unbuttoning and sliding the zippers of his jorts, the mass in your throat kept on thickening with the tension in the air.
Your eyes roamed the soft, flatness of his stomach; from up his lightly freckled bare chest and down to the thin trail of hair down his abdomen. The prominent bones of his adonis belt had your throat drying up.
Seeing him topless shouldn't affect you the way it should yet you found yourself heating up at the sight of them.
When he begins to remove his pants, you force yourself to look away, cheeks burning hot as you thumb the top buttons of yourâTaehyungâsâpolo before beginning to undo them all with your heart thudding loudly in your ears.
The string tied to your finger lights up in a rhythmic beat, persistent and hurried. Wrapping your fingers around it, Yoongi's loud concern immediately washes over your body. You respond to him by pushing down reassurance down the lane and the thread dulls from one side.
âDid hyung contact you?â
You turn to Jimin, already stripped down to his boxers.
God is really testing you today, putting a handsome man in his underwear in front of you and tempting you to let your gaze fall down for a glimpse of his thick muscled thighs you always saw through the fabric of his skinny jeans.
âYe-yeah, nothing to worry about though. Give me your foot, I need to remove my shirt.â
Obediently, he puts his foot forward and you step on it before making quick work of your shirt. You feel his burning gaze roam your skin and you shiver from its intensity.
By the time you had your pants pooling on the floor alongside his, your heart is thudding uncontrollably in a way that might concern Namjoon at how fast it's going.
Why is the calming effect of Jimin's touch absent when you need it?
âReady to go?âÂ
You almost jumped at how hoarse his voice had gotten but recovered quickly and nodded, stepping first into the shower and twisting the valve towards the hotter temperature. Jimin hissed the moment the water touched his skin, breaking the stifling tension for a moment.
âHow are your skin not burning off?! It's so hot!â
You rolled your eyes. âYou're being dramatic, it's not that hot.â
âIt is! The mirror is literally steaming!â He exclaimed, pointing at the long horizontal mirror above the sink which is indeed, fogging up.Â
Jimin then leaned over, his naked chest touching your back. Goosebumps prickled your skin and you barely stopped the urge to shiver as he manipulated the valve until he was satisfied with the temperature. When he steps back, you finally let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding.
Hearing your exhale, he laughed lightheartedly. The fucker did it on purpose.
Trying to ignore the thumps of your racing heart, you busied yourself with the task of washing your hair. You reached for the shampoo bottle and popped open the cap, body still facing the wall.
âNoona.â
You looked over your shoulder and Jimin was scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
âCan I wash your hair for you?â He shyly asks, his sly attitude from earlier nonexistent. âI've never done that with someone else before. I-Iâve always wanted to do that now and now that we're soulmates, I wasâI was wondering if maybe Iâwe couldââ
âNot even with that girl youâve dated before?â
He shook his head. âWe were too busy to do something like that, noona. Idol lives and all that. It's one of the reasons why we broke up.â
âShe was pretty nice though.â
His lips quirks up. âDonât get jealous noona, youâre my soulmate after all.â
You hit his shoulder and he brought his arms up to shield himself, giggling. âDo you want to wash each otherâs hair or not?!â
Despite your agreement, you were beyond nervous as you handed him the shampoo and turned around to shut the shower off. The string on your finger thrummed once more, still concerned as your heart leapt up to your throat when Jimin's fingers began to thread and scrape his nails against your scalp.
A thrill of pleasure shoots down your spine and you hold back the urge to mewl as he begins to put more pressure on his motions.
It stayed like that for a while and you reveled in the pure domesticity of it all.Â
When Jimin retracts his hands, you reach for his shampoo and order him to turn around.
âWhat if I don't want to?â He challenges with a mischievous smirk.
âIf it gets in your eyes, it's your fault.â
He giggled and shrunk down to your height, to which you hit his shoulder for and he laughed, standing back up.Â
âCan you even reach the top of my head like this?â
âFine but don't complain about your knees hurting, you wanted this.â You jokingly say as he bends his knees once more, a playful lilt in his eyes.
Once you lathered the shampoo enough, you began.Â
Youâve seen multiple couples on screen shower together and had once wondered how itâd felt having someone to help reach the spots you couldnât as well as do those domestic things such as brushing your teeth together and just washing each other in general. The actors always made them natural and romantic, with the soft lighting bouncing off their skin and their laughter ringing in the small space.
But showering with Jimin is anything youâve ever thought of.
Against the other members, Jimin is easily dwarfed by them, matched with the constant jokes about his height, it's easy to forget that the man is still taller than the average man. He towered over you, his eyes intense and lit with a playful sultriness. His lips twisted into a mischievous smirk as he bent his knees low enough where you could touch the top of his head without risking a stiff neck or standing on your tiptoes.
Heâs peering up at you yet you feel smaller under his gaze.
He had always done this, getting into your face while you retouched his makeup. In a way, it was nice that youâre slowly regaining the normalcyÂ
But it's not appreciated when heâs doing it when youâre already fighting demons trying so hard not to ogle at his body and explode from how flustered you are.
âAre you seriously getting flushed now noona? Weâve done this plenty of times already, why now?â
Is he seriously asking you that?
He laughed. Your thoughts mustâve reflected on your face.
âDidnât know youâd be affected by something as normal as this. Donât you see us naked at least every other day?â He asks with a quirk to his eyebrow and you narrowed your eyes further at him.
âYou know damn well why,â You say, slapping his shoulder before turning to open the shower once more. Laughing when the water burst open above him, cutting him off from replying.
With the tension dissolving with the shampoo on his hair, a playful grin replaced the coy smirk and with his newly washed hair, he grabbed your arms in an iron grip and began to shake his head at you, flicking water from his hair and onto you.
When he was done, he then pulled you into the stream with a bubbling laugh as he watched the shampoo suds dissolve with the water. But with both your arms pinned in place, you weren't able to wipe your eyes and had them closed the moment he had you under the shower head.
âI'mâIâm going to put chili in your fucking water, I can't see!â
With sorrys in between fits of giggles, Jimin reached up to wipe your face for you when he realized this.
Shower with Jimin sailed smoothly from that point on. After his teasing, he made no more attempts to fluster you, even when he was scrubbing your back a little longer than it should've taken.Â
He had, however, made comments on how many steps there are for you to shower.
âWhy do you need to shampoo twice, use soap AND body wash? Itâs not like youâd ever get sick anymore when Iâm here.â
You just rolled your eyes and told him to leave if heâs going to complain about your routine. Eventually though, you speed through your routine due to him whining about how heâs starting to feel cold, lightheadedâto which he dramatized by leaning his hurting head on your shoulderâ, and is suddenly sleepy.
Changing into your pajamas was a little hard as you attempted to do it all under the safety of a towel while also maintaining skinship with Jimin every other ten seconds who's also doing the same.
You managed somehow and soon enough, you both situated yourselves into the bed, with your legs thrown over his and backreading the bangtan gc that had awakened the moment Jimin had his phone.
Surprisingly, even Jungkook was active.
           [21:24] Mimi: It's so weird tae            [21:24] Mimi: Iâve never seen someone use soap AND body wash THEN washes their hair t w i c e            [21:24] Hoba: I do that⌠           [21:25] Mimi: Thatâs expected hyung, youâre a neat freak.            [21:25] You: Why are you so weird about me being clean?!            [21:26] Mimi: ITS PSYCHOPATH BEHAVIOR            [21:26] Jinnie: hoba I think he just called you a psychopath            [21:26] Hoba: đ            [21:27] Ggukie: NOW YOU MADE HYUNG SAD            [21:27] Hoba: đ            [21:27] Hoba: you think im weird jimin-ah?đ            [21:27] Yoongs: why is this even a conversation            [21:27] Joonie: Jimin just because you donât do it, doesnât mean it's unorthodox.            [21:28] Minnie: youâre one of them, are you hyung?!            [21:28] Tete: I still cant believe Jimin just showered with noona⌠           [21:28] Tete: why are we breezing through that information?            [21:28] Jinnie: ok so lets not talk about that            [21:29] Jinnie: what do you want for breakfast, beautiful?
Reading his message felt like cold water dousing you awake and youâre suddenly attacked by a wave of guilt.
Is it okay for you to even make demands like this? Do you even deserve being Seokjinâs dearest?
âAsk him for waffles, I'm craving for them.â Jimin says, his voice slicing through your thoughts and you turn back to your phone.
           [21:29] Ggukie: ask me too hyung!            [21:29] Jinnie: alright Iâll bite            [21:29] Jinnie: what do you want brat?            [21:30] Ggukie: noonaâs love :DD
You watched as Jinâs profile pic pop up and came down multiple times, and each time they do, your and Jiminâs giggles multiply.
           [21:32] Jinnie: Iâm blocking you            [21:32] Joonie: I should have you kicked out for that stupid, corny ass joke oh my god            [21:32] Yoongs: that activated my fight or flight            [21:32] Yoongs: donât do that again            [21:32] Ggukie: hyung ask me again            [21:32] Ggukie: promise Iâll respond properly this time :]            [21:33] Jinnie: Y/N?            [21:33] Ggukie: HYUNG            [21:33] Minnie: she says she wants waffles :>            [21:33] Jinnie: I donât believe anything that comes out of your mouth, Park Jimin            [21:34] Minnie: D:            [21:34] You: I want scrambled eggs and pancakes :D
âBetrayal!â
âYou shouldnât have played around earlier then.âÂ
âYou shouldnât have played around earlier then. Give me that!â You stretch your arm away from him but Jimin was faster, managing to pluck your phone from your grasp and moving to place it on his side of the floor.
Without hesitation, you launched yourself at his hand making him yelp before it dissolved into giggles when you managed to catch him and had curled up around his arm, fingers attempting to pry him away from your phone.
It was how Tae had found you both in and immediately lept in, taking your side the moment he had seen you and Jimin tussled for your phone.Â
With Taeâs help, you were able to take back your phone only to see that it had locked itself from the many times the screen had picked up on both you and Jiminâs palms and had typed in the wrong combination after the other. For that, you slapped his arm.
âWhat did I do wrong?! Itâs not my fault the stupid phone couldnât differentiate between palm and fingers!â
âIf I wasnât required to touch you, Iâd have you kicked out of this room.â
Jimin pushed himself up, face incredulous. âThis is literally my room.â
âNext week you should sleep in my room instead, noona. Iâd love to have you there.â Taehyung says, pulling you to his chest and side-eyeing his friend. âI wouldnât be as mean as Jiminie.â
âWhy am I getting disrespected in my own room? Is it gang up on Jimin day?!â
âWhen is it not gang up on Jimin day?â
âWhy you��GET OUT OF MY ROOM!â
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