#he;s really nice and a great person w a weird sense of humor

[miserye]

there's a professor at my school who has been mispronouncing my last name (not his fault) for like almost a year at this point and i'm like dreading the day i have to say it or like someone who knows says it because i feel so bad that i've let this happen for so long but also i never have the chance to correct him and it's far too gone at this point

[dreamties]

Slashers W/ a Soft Pastel S/O

A/n - So this one actually wasn’t requested, I just thought it would be super cute. And what I mean by “Soft Pastel”, I mean being into soft/pastel/kawaii fashion, I just didn’t know how to phrase it. Since there’s so many subcultures.

Trigger Warning: Slight Cursing (I say f*ck)

Also- these are gender neutral, but a few describe you in skirts/dresses, so if you’re not comfy with that, just skip that part or the whole thing?? :/

I might do more like this for other types of alternative fashion- like punk or something? Or a S/O who has a lot of body mods, I think it would be fun.

Characters: Billy/Stu, The Lost Boys, Helen Lyle, Daniel Robitaille/Candyman, Brahms Heelshire, and Amanda Young.

I didn’t add Michael Myers, but can do so if y’all want it. I just think he’d be very indifferent about it...didn’t think that would be very fun to read.

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

Stu would be the most like into your outfits

Billy? Not so much. he just thinks you look cute in everything.

but if you did more guro-kawaii looks? they would both be all over that shit. 

it combines more of the grotesque in with the cute- which is just perfect for the boys. they get to see you dawned in all sorts of blood, guts/gore, bandage patterns/aesthetics.

and maybe even tying in different monster-ish elements. 

like wearing funky white or other unnatural colored contacts, really intense makeup(especially around the eyes), and fuck it, maybe you’re wearing faux demon horns.

I think they’d find it kinda hot. if we’re being perfectly honest here.

Now- would you able to get them into it as well?

Stu will ask you, with excitement reverberating throughout out his body and his voice. of course he want’s to at least try it!

so many clips in Stu’s hair. you haven’t even had that many in your hair before!

he may also wear rings sometimes. he thinks all the colors and designs are just so fun!

and on the other hand...

Billy, the guy that basically wore the same outfit for an entire movie? who’s closet only contains jeans and white t-shirts? trying out your style? i don’t think so lol

if you do- somehow- get him to try...

then you might have pressured him into it a bit? very jokingly, of course. 

“C’mon, humor me, babe. Stu’s already dressed and everything!” You try giving him puppy eyes to seal the deal.

“Fine!” Billy says, grabbing the garment and a few clips from your hands. He shuts the door too harshly behind him.

A short silence is shared, before you and Stu burst out laughing. “Do you think he’s mad at us?” You’re hardly able to get it out. Of course he was, but in his own odd way appreciated this adventure.

He comes back a moment later, his white t-shirt replaced with a pastel red one, an especially gory character printed on the front. and a red clip barely hanging on to one of the side pieces of hair in front of his face. You try to suppress a giggle at Billy’s messily put together look.

for the love of gosh- don’t actually laugh when he appears. he is very outside of his comfort zone, and he’s only doing this because he loves you and Stu, and just,, don’t add this to his list of reasons not to try new things.

whatever your reaction ends up being, you’re absolutely obligated to tell them how attractive they look in it(even Billy who looks hella dorky).

(my art)

The Lost Boys

the comparison between their dark, punk-ish style and then the sweet baby pinks and blues, and soft lavenders that adorned your form?? 

it’s just too sweet.

they are completely enamored by your style- even if certain vampires (and I’m not naming any names, but I definitely mean David) may not show his love for your look as openly

Marko- he’d get one cutesy patch for his jacket, so he has like a little piece of you everywhere he goes. also...he genuinely ended up really digging your style? but not enough to abandon his punk look completely. he is still totally dedicated to that.

the other boys will absolutely mess with him about the patch though

all in good fun!

David’s not letting you near his hair with any extra clips or accessories. 

Dwayne enjoys the quiet intimacy shared between the two of you. just sitting together, you might be styling his hair( super loose ponytail or braid- admit it, it would be so cute! and helpful so his hair isn’t always in his face!)...anyways, you’d use a colorful hair tie, and a few clips to help pin back his hair. 

he probably won’t go out with the clips in, but if it’s just the five of you at the cave? he’ll keep it in until it’s time to sleep. 

he loves seeing how happy and accomplished you look after finishing with his hair tho.

Paul is hands down the most likely to get into the whole look and go out in public with it on. 

makeup? hell yeah. it won’t be as intense as yours, and he probably only does the eyes and maybe some shine. sparkly vampire time

hair accessories? all of them

would try combining his look with yours, to have a perfect mess of it.

a light, light  blue mesh top, slightly darker blue jacket(with slight accents in pink, purple, white or black), and his usual sort of white jeans(?) would still look great with it. he’s absolutely rocking that look.

you are ecstatic to finally have someone else to share your passion with! (much harder to find similar folks when you’re a vampire,,)

Helen Lyle

she’s so used to the plain life around her, and she’d been living before you- you were such a breath of fresh air.

of course, you’re darling personality also drew her into you- but your fashion sense? it fascinated her.

she’s not trying it herself anytime soon, but she appreciates the fact that you enjoy it. 

the most she would ever try is a very natural makeup look. and a coat or two of a pastel color of her choice.

she would love watching you get ready. not so much help out though- she just likes seeing the way you approach things. how you choose to pair certain pieces with one another.

she’ll ask questions to better understand your interests! not that it’s weird or wrong that you’re into it, she’s just a very inquisitive person.

you’d wear a lot of blue though- because you know Helen likes that color.

imagine wearing coordinated looks for different events and such. so, when you go with Helen to help out with her Candyman thesis, you might wear candy-themed attire. (of course in this universe,, she wouldn’t die! so no worries of that! you get to keep you’re gf).

if you do gift her something, she keeps it on her bedside table(or dresser). so she can still admire it, and still serves a purpose. fun décor!

all around though- Helen would be very chill, but captivated, about you’re interests.

Daniel Robitaille - Candyman

 his life is so dark and gruesome, and he loves seeing you all dressed up. 

and while he’s dead- long dead- and isn’t really apart of the world in the same sense that you are- it gives him this happy sense of hope for the world.

because there’s this very small thing, that you hold close to your heart, that makes you smile.

Also!!

even if they’re apart of a super awful, traumatic, part of his past- the bees are just a part of the family now.  

so cute yellow/spring/bee themed outfits?? yes. ohh definitely, yes.

As for him dressing up? He’d feel hesitant.

he’s filled with immense joy around you, but is almost scared with someone altering part of his attire or self in any way(rooted back to, again, past stuff).

but part of loving is to take the person as a whole, bad parts, good parts- insecurities- the entire package. and trusting one another.

he has his whole faith in you not to do anything bad.

and so, it becomes a habit for the two of you to spend mornings together, chatting and getting ready. well, you’re getting ready, it’s more for the quality time together for him.

things are little different for Daniel. for many reasons. 

one, he has very short hair. so the clips don’t really work there..

two- he only has one hand, and he’s “working” a lot with the appendages he does have. rings won’t work out because they might fall off- and he’d hate to lose something of yours.

three- he’s not a big makeup fan. he’s happy enough watching you put it on.

and then for his actual attire- he needs the coat to cover his insides. it’s also, in a way, his uniform.

you’ve settled on two things.

making homemade necklaces that can easily hide under his big coat (either sweets or honey/bee themed).

and sewing little patterns on the inside of his coat. other’s wouldn’t be able to see it, but he would know it’s there.

Brahms Heelshire

imagine being super into sorta ‘sweet lolita’, pastel/soft colors, bows, the big skirts, all the sorta ruffles(?)

 and then especially if your shorter than Brahms(which is really,, not hard to do unless you’re insanely tall cause he’s,, 6 foot 3.)- and he thinks you look like such a doll? 

but like,, in a nice way. 

I think he’d get pretty excited if he got to help you set up your outfits!

especially if you praised him for picking out a good combo, or organizing correctly.

and some of Brahms movements are a bit awkward, he’s spent most of his life in the walls and the attic...but imagine turning on his music, and just dancing with him. having him twirl you in his arms a few times.

Brahms loves having your hands through his hair. and if hair accessories means he gets more of that love and attention? then yes,, yes he will wear them.

he just likes feeling taken care of, and along with your usual duties, you help him figure out the soft fashion styles, and how to make it more appealing and suitable for his own tastes.

because- as you insist- you want it to be something he enjoys just because he does, and not just for the closeness. though you can’t deny you love that aspect, too.

i can tell you one thing right here, though. you’re never getting makeup on him. he does not like taking off his mask, even if you’ve been in a relationship with him for a while, he still hides his face a lot.

you’d offered to do his makeup once, since he was staring so intently as you did yours. you’d made the mistake of reaching for his mask. you’d usually ask before doing so, but sometimes you’d slip up.

You apologize profusely, offering your arms out to him for a hug. “There, there, Brahms.” You smile, giving him a slight squeeze of affection. 

he does take your stuff sometimes. 

it’s a little annoying when you think you’ve lost your favorite accessory or dress or etc and then you just realize,, oh, it’s my favorite wall boy again. thank gosh you love him, so you’re not really upset or anything.

he just likes having little reminders of you, it gives him reassurance. upon other warm and fuzzy feelings.

if you’re able to find time in your day though, you’ll make cute little trinkets or bracelets for him. you’ll gift them or purposely leave them out for him-  so you’ll still have some of your stuff when it comes to getting ready the next day.

in short- he’d much rather look at you than partake on his own. 

Amanda Young

she’s never seen anything like this! :0

everyone she knows, herself included, tend to wear more dulled, plain clothes.

she’s immediately very intrigued by your attire...sort of want’s to try it, but is a bit self conscious and embarrassed to ask.

So!! you start out with small things, and fairly early on you both realize that she loves when you decorate her hair with accessories. 

gifting Amanda a pair of little pig clips!!

or little stud earrings- those would be fricking adorable on her!

and she’s just so happy,, wtf

you dress mostly for yourself, but the more you’re in a relationship with your gf- the more you want to dress for her as well. 

you can see this little sparkle in her eye when she sees you, and you want to keep seeing that look for as long as you can.

you slowly get her into it. your relationship and Amanda’s interest in your style just gives her so much light in an otherwise dim world.

if she did get into it, I think she’d do more creepy/cute. as a way to sort of cope with past trauma. that this sort of “bad” thing (the creepy) can still coexist with the good (the cute). she admires that quality.

just very sweet partners, who happen to love similar types of fashion 

[snapefiction]

Someone who appreciates me Pt. 1 - Snapefiction

A/N: Hey! Thank you to everyone who supports my writing. I just recently reached 200 Followers after not even full two Months of starting this Blog and I couldn't be happier that you enjoy my writing. In hopes that you'll like this one too! x

(I tried to use gender neutral Pronouns and Descriptions at first but sadly lost the track of it so it slipped back to a fem!Reader. I'm sorry, I am trying to learn and do better next time.)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Y/N, Severus Snape x fem!Reader

Setting: 3-4 Years after the Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: Mentions of Insults

Word count: 2871

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your Last Name, Y/W/A - Your wished Age, Y/B/M -Your Birthday Month

Someone who appreciates me - Pt. 1

,,Dear Professor, As you may know Minerva can be very consistent of certain things. One of these Certain Things seem to be the fact that we both are (if all my given Informations are correct) not currently in a relationship. I do not want to pressure you to read my letter or even answer it but i´d be very thankful if you’d at least let Minerva know about what your intentions are. Since a long time now- to be exact 7 Months and 3 days - she started to play my personal Matchmaker and I’m very sorry that you seem to be chosen by this fate that she gave us as well. So by Merlins Sake I’m going with her wish in hope Minerva may be Satisfied by it.

My Name is Y/N Y/L/N. I´ m currently working for the Ministry but will be switching to the St. -Mungos Hospital soon to continue to work as a Healer. I am Y/W/A years old and will be turning Y/W/A on Y/B/M. I live near the Diagon Alley. I despite the idea of introducing myself to someone else like I just did. It feels like I am exposing myself.

In my free time -which has gotten very rare over the years - I enjoy reading, drinking tea and going on walks. It’s not very much, actually it’s nothing, but it makes me happy. I’m a simple Woman.

Since this is the most awkward Thing I have done in a while i will end this letter down here. In hopes that you’re well and have a great day.

Yours sincerely Y/N YL/N”

Sighing he turned the Letter to look at the sealing. It must’ve sent directly from their workplace as they even used the official seal from the ministry itself for this use. He had to admit that he was lonely. Very indeed but Minerva was taking it too far by now. She tried to set him up a few times yet but he never really went with it. But now that she persuaded another Person to send him a letter directly to his workplace he was fed up. Pity grew in his stomach as he imagined what Minerva must’ve said about him to the other Person. She was always exaggerating about him, his past life and everything from the present. She  mothered and did everything to fuss over him since he was a Student at Hogwarts himself and yes, he had to admit it, he liked it sometimes. Enjoying their annual Tea each Sunday it was alright having her as a Friend. Especially after the Dark Lord passed and he finally got rid of the pressure of hiding. But her well trained skill to brew a perfect tea won’t make up that she tried to play a constant matchmaker for him. 

A deep Sigh left his throat as he sorted his Thoughts. Whatever he’d try to say would lead to a discussion about why she wants him to meet that Person so dearly. It was always a repeating scheme. Getting up from the wooden Chair which could need a replacement he took the letter in his one hand before heading to her chambers.

The Parchment burned in his Hands. Deciding on how he’d like to drop the bomb that he’d prefer to stay alone he kept walking faster. To be honest, he would never admit that towards Minerva nor anyone else and not even himself, he loved the idea of founding a family. He always imagined it as a great Joy since his own family was rather a decent disaster. But he knew what the Newspaper wrote about him after he survived, he knew what rumours go around at the Ministry, he knew how People still degraded him and how everyone secretly was checking twice if he wasn’t secretly still a death eater. He knew, felt and saw it everyday. So it just wasn’t meant to be for him to become the man he dreamt about in private. Maybe i should go back to Cokeworth, get a dog and dedicate my life to the science.

Before he could continue his daydream of vanishing from his current world he reached the door leading to Minerva´s private rooms. Knocking he already knew she was there because the heat from inside and the smell of tea already reached his nose.

After a few seconds he heard her mumbling and finally opening the shrieking door.

,,Severus, my dear. What is it?“ A warm smile formed on her face. He just tried to keep his cold face as he hoped it’d get him further in the argument that he tried to start to prove his point. Silently holding up the Parchment he pointed the wax seal directly towards her.

,,Is it from Y/N?" Her eyes shined brightly and she was already asking him inside as her hands took the letter and she moved her tall figure aside to let him in.

,,Of course it is." He mumbled while making his way over to his usual seat. Watching her reaction as she read the Letter he wished to vanish. It was simply embarrassing.

,,Oh, she can't be serious. I told her to tell you something about herself."

,,She did!" He pleaded.

,,No she didn't! She just talked about me. Oh! The two of you match perfectly. You both are very self conscious about what you are and what you deserve or in general on how to communicate." She went to the kitchen to get kettle.

,,You're just mad that we don't want to play along with your plans." Mumbling Severus knew that she heard every whisper.

,,No you're just mad that I told her about you." Rolling his eyes he watched her setting down the kettle and filling him a cup of tea.

,,I don't need a Relationship." Stating his Fact he hoped it could bury the Topic finally.

,,I know. But it wouldn't harm you as well." Taking a sip from the still brewing water tea mixture he wondered how she wasn't burning herself.

,,Can you just stop setting those things up?" Now it was her who rolled their eyes. ,,Only if you give it one first and one last try. Y/N is very kind."

,,Kindness isn't everything. Her Letter wasn't very tempting."

,,Merlin, if you start judging people over their Kindness I'll lose my mind. You aren't very charming yourself, you twit."

,,You call me a Twit?"

,,You're clearly a Twit."

,,Stinky Witch." Shrugging her shoulder she hid her smile behind her cup of tea before downing it almost completely. ,,One date and I'll stop for good."

,,Do you promise?"

,,I solemnly swear. If this won't work out then you might be a helpless case." Ignoring her spur he gave in. Again.

,,Fine." And so it came that he drank his tea and they chatted about something else. Their Friendship had their own charm. But before Severus could leave to go back to his own Rooms Minerva put the Parchment in his Hands and told him with a warm smile to write back.

It didn't work out like he planned. Actually it was the opposite. He wanted to burn the Letter and forget that it had happened but if it was the only way to get rid of any unwanted dates, matches etc. he would actually give it a chance. Unbelievable. He'd really write Y/N back.

Since it was almost midnight he decided that it was time to continue his paperwork. He couldn't fall asleep until three A.M. anyways if he was able to fall asleep in general. After answering a lot of Letters, correcting some Works and finally writing down what he had to get from his next visit at Diagonal Alley he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to his new acquaintance living there. Wasn't she repelled by his ruined reputation?

Rereading her Letter he was wondering what a type of person she was. How did she look like? What made Minerva think that they'd be a great Match? In his Mind he was starting to puzzle a picture of someone he'd expect to write to. Of what he'd expect someone nice to be and act like. To his surprise it wasn't anything close to Lily. Not at all. It was almost the completely opposite. Bewildered he laid down his feather. He almost hasn't noticed how he started to mindlessly write all the attributes down that he was hoping to find in Y/N.

Nice but not foolish. Intelligence. A dry sense of humor. Challenging. Special. Complementary. Appreciative. Pretty Eyes. A soothing voice. Someone who appreciates work. Someone who appreciates me?

Eyeing the Clock he noticed that it was already past 4 am. Again he was completely loosing his track of time. Packed by the idea of finding something of those attributes in her he grabbed a paper and his feather.

His enthusiasm quickly faded. What was he supposed to say? What did she knew about him? His wide eyes and his raised eyebrows scaled down a bit. This grew to be more complicated than he anticipated.

,,Y/N, I'm sorry that Minerva grew this Mania about you as well. I have known her for a long time by now and can confirm to you that despite all her promises she won't stop setting things up. It seems like it became one of her dearest ways of passing time.

Not knowing of what she has told you about my person I will just start formally.

My Name is Severus Snape. Currently I am still preoccupied as the head of house of Slytherin at Hogwarts. And due to latest events I won't return to teaching soon or anytime again. Most of my time I look out to keep myself busy with science studies, working and reading.

To be completely honest, I promised Minerva to write back as she promised me in return to stop setting any acquaintance with me. Also I feel uncomfortable introducing myself as well. I prefer Meetings.

Yours faithfully Severus Snape"

After his eyes read the letter multiple times he finally got himself to seal it. Watching the wax cool down he noticed how much he hoped that she could at least fulfil on of the attributes he was looking for. Hope? Don't make a fool out of yourself. She will probably loose her interest soon.

But she didn't. He sent his Letter around 4:50 am and already at 8am after he slept 2 full hours she sent her response. Not truly believing his eyes that Y/N was answering and not someone who would want to mess with him he quickly opened it. This Time the Seal was a different one. One that contained her Initials.

,,Dear Severus, Taking it from your response I anticipate that we are on first name base now? If that's so completely fine with that.

Reading your Letter I had to laugh. Minerva is simply one of a Kind and somehow I feel very reliefed that you're as uncomfortable as I am.

Maybe that's a great opportunity to admit that I already know a lot about you. Minerva is very chatty and as you probably already are aware of your Name is very well known and greatly appreciated. And by that I don't mean that that's the Reason why I decided to write you but I mean that I'm impressed by you. I actually chose to follow Minerva's will to contact you because she introduced you as a very kind, intelligent and somewhat funny Man. And despite the fact that I am happy by being alone I can't deny that the idea of meeting someone like you was interesting me. Someone who Minerva introduced as a great Friend. This may sound cheesy but you deserved to get known to my intentions.

You mentioned that you prefer Meetings. What about a Meeting at the Three Broomsticks? I bet you know a lot funny stories about Minerva which I'm not aware of yet. Name a Time and Day and I'll be there. And if it makes you more comfortable- you can decide if it's as friends or if you want to call it a date. As I already said I'm mainly interested in getting known to you.

I hope you'll have a successful Morning and i'm expecting your Owl.

Yours sincerely Y/N YL/N"

That wasn't like anything he expected. She wasn't disgusted by everything he did? She wanted to meet him? He thought that she'd politely decline and he'd get rid of all the fuss but she actually sounded nice. Should he give in?

Some time has passed since he received her letter. To be exact four days and nights. Severus told himself that he had gotten busy in hopes this could ease his guilty Feelings. But Minervas Questions wouldn’t stop and he had to make the decision he was shoving back for too long. He just wanted to end that Matchmaking Service and now it had gotten him to the point where he was too nervous to answer a simple letter after the Person openly admitted their interest in him.

Hoping for someone to take the Decision which now laid heavy on his shoulders he wandered around the corridors. His duties for the day have been already done by now and he was just looking for a task to get his mind of the Woman’s Name. He was too nervous to answer, way to nervous. It was nice to get known to someone, yes. But it was too early for him. He hasn’t recovered yet and still felt hurt from his past. Who could blame him? No one. Right? Slowly he started to feel better. Like it was a great opportunity to back off and make this another awkward Memory he had in one of his many brain cells. He won’t answer her. That’s it.

Feeling some Weight flowing off his shoulders he reached his Chambers. He should at least answer Harry. Since he had graduated two and a half years ago he still checked up on him. It simply was his promised duty to do so. Thinking of Questions to ask Harry about his new Life as a Auror and about his Girlfriends Ginny Weaslys as a Professional Quidditch Player he grabbed some Parchment and took his Feather. Dipping it into the small ink Pot he had to notice it was empty. Annoyed he took the List he had put in his drawer in his hands. Diagon Alley, was written on it. Tea, Ink, a new Book and some Parchment.

,,Dunderhead.“ He called himself as he again rolled his eyes. He had forgot to get his supplies. That one Task had slipped off his mind. Annoyed and grumpy as always he gritted his teeth while grabbing his Coat and using his Cabin to reach named Diagon Alley. Slighty coughing he scrunched his nose. As Years have passed he grew to hate using Floo Power. 

Diagon Alley was shining. Lights from every Window invited Passengers into their Shops. But Severus wasn’t the Man to just go shopping and buying random Things. He was organised. So Organised that a simple Woman who showed slight interest in him could get him off his tracks. Ironic. He worked Years as a spy and now a simple Letter did this to him.

His Feet lead his set route to the Shop where he got the Parchment and some ink and afterwards to the Teashop. The last station was the Book Shop. It was the only stage where he was spending an unknown amount of time each time he got there. Words always had a big impact on him. Of course Actions were important too but it are words who seduce him easily.

That’s why he was carrying his now heavy bag through the huge aisles of Books trying to find a new object of Desire. He was very fond of almost every Herbalism, Potion and Healing Book so it had to be something new. His Position as Head of house was boring him. He needed something to do. So he decided to focus his energy on Books and as already mentioned Science.

Opening a smaragd green book he followed some lines about Muggles. Even though he never found himself very intertwined in this Topic he gave it a chance. The fact of how well written and even advanced it was was interesting him. Putting it in his little Basket he continued to decipher the Book Titles. Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming. Taking it in his Hands he way eyeing it closely.

,,I hope you aren’t expecting anything bad, Professor Snape. That's a dangerous Book.“ Caught he quickly looked to his side. A young Woman was smiling nervously at him. Confused he tried to remember her. Was she a Student? A former Death eater? Merlin, no. She was too young to be a death eater.

,,Y/N.“ Her cheeks blushed now and she lowered her glance shortly. ,,Y/N Y/L/N. I thought it might be not very polite if I wouldn’t even say hello since we somehow know each other.“ Getting lost in her eyes he quickly forgot his Plan on to stop thinking about her and not writing her back.  

to be continued. last update 30.jan.21

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[i-am-totally-a-human-being]

Since you asked could I get Nagito fluff about their Gender neutral s/o who is scared because of the game ?

Coming right up! Seriously guys, all these requests have helped me distract myself. I’m kinda spreading them out so I don’t spam my account, I’m trying to do one every hour and a half or so.

I’m definitely not ok lol, but all your guys requests of my comfort boys and your wishes for me to get better are amazing. I’m so glad I have this blog as my outlet, and that I have amazing people wishing me well.

Oneshot is under the cut

You better not die

Nagito x reader comfort

Genre: fluff and comfort

Writing style: oneshot

Summary: exactly what Anon requested

Warnings: reader cries and has a breakdown I dunno if that’s triggering tho?? Maybe to some people so I’ll put it down just in case. Ummmm Nagito sorta degrades himself cause he’s Nagito. I think that’s all

This couldn’t be happening. A killing game?! Who could you even trust?! Before Monokuma had announced himself as well as the killing game, you had gotten to know the people there with you on the island, but now.... you really didn’t know who to trust.

You sat alone in your cabin, door and windows locked. You’d rather stay in there for all eternity than risk getting killed. You screamed, you couldn’t help it, when you heard a knock on your door. Someone was trying to kill you!

Well... if they were... you doubted they would knock. They probably would just break the door down...

Unless they were trying to lure you into a false sense of security!

“W-Who is it?” You whimpered barely loud enough for them to hear.

“It’s Nagito.” Ah, Nagito. The one person you still sorta trusted. He was.... weird, yes. But he also made it clear when Monokuma announced the game that he’d gladly die for hope...

But he never said he’d kill.

You slowly got up and opened the door just a crack, peeking through and seeing him alone. You sighed in relief and opened it all the way, gesturing for him to come in.

“Sorry for screaming. You just scared me is all.”

“It’s alright,” he smiled, “am I ok to close the door? If you’re not comfortable with that we can leave it open.” You nodded, walking over and shutting the door and locking it.

“I trust you, Nagito. Just... not anyone else.”

“Not even Sonia? I don’t think she could hurt a fly....”

“Not even Sonia,” you shook your head, “she’s sweet. It’s always the sweet ones that you don’t expect.” You tried to joke, but Nagito’s expression never faltered. He looked at you with concern and pity, making a knot form in your throat.

If he kept giving you that look.... you might just tell him how you feel.

Not just about the killing game scaring you. You definitely had a crush on him. Maybe that’s another reason why you trusted him.... simp.

“As much as I value humor in helping people keep their hopes up,” he sat down on your bed, gesturing for you to follow, “I don’t think it’s the best way for you to cope right now. We’re all scared, Y/N.... but I’m particularly worried about you.”

“M-Me?” You sat down next to him, trying to avoid contact, both with your eyes and physically. If you looked into his eyes you’d probably break down into tears, and if you brushed up against him you’d be too flustered to talk.

“Yes... I know it’s selfish of me to take it upon myself to help you.... but I notice how you seem to gravitate towards me and trust me. And who am I to not do anything I can to please an Ultimate? So can trash such as myself even do anything to help you?”

“You can stop degrading yourself, for starters.” You frowned. You really didn’t like his comments on himself, but this was a great way to shift the topic away from yourself.

“My apologies, Y/N. What can I do to help?” Dangit. He brought it back to you. You were hoping you’d have to convince him he’s not trash, waste time and hope he forgot about comforting you. But he was determined, and he knew what you were trying to do.

“I-I dunno,” your voice cracked, “I-I’m really ok, don’t worry-“

“Can I hug you?”

“H-Huh?!” His surprise request caught you completely off guard, making you look up at him. And that was his intention. You finally made eye contact with him, your mind and soul shattering into pieces.

As tears threatened to fall and as you started choking on your words due to the ever growing lump in your throat, Nagito swiftly grabbed your shoulders and wrapped his arms around you.

He had no need for self depreciation right now. He felt that he had no right to even breathe in your direction, let along hug you, but he overrides those thought by telling himself that this is to please you, not him.

That was the last straw for you. A loud cry erupted from your throat as tears started to flow, hugging him back and desperately clutching the back of his jacket. He gently rocked you back and forth, rubbing your back and whispering into your ear.

“It’s going to be alright, Y/N. I know you’re scared. We all are.... but I’m going to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I’ll keep you safe, ok?” You simply nodded as a response, still crying as hard. How could he protect you if he had clearly said he was ok to die for hope? Which statement was a lie at this point?

“B-But,” you eventually whimpered, “h-how can you do that if you’re dead?!”

“I’m... I’m not going to die. I’m going to stay alive. For you, my hope.” You shuddered at the nickname, butterflies admittedly forming in your stomach. You simply nodded once again, pulling him closer and burying your face in his neck as the last few sobs escaped your body.

Your tears eventually subsided, leaving you exhausted. You hadn’t cried that hard in so long, you forgot how tiring it was. Your body felt weak, threatening to go limp at any moment.

“N-Nagito,” you lifted your head slightly so he could hear, “I-I might... I might....”

“It’s alright,” he pet your hair (if you don’t have hair or if it’s not very long, imagine him just rubbing your arm), gently massaging your scalp, “sleep, Angel. I’ll still be here in the morning, if you’re ok with me staying.”

“Y-Yes please,” you nodded, curling up against him, “And please... call me that more often...” you mumbled without really thinking, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Of course, Angel. Now rest. I’ll protect you tonight.” He picked you up and settled onto the bed better, pulling the covers over you as he cradled you to sleep.

———

You opened your eyes and looked around, an unfamiliar warmth surrounding you. This didn’t feel like a blanket.

You rolled over only to find yourself face to face with an asleep Nagito. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming and waking him up. He looked so... peaceful like that. But... why was he here?

Oh.... right. You had a bit of a mental breakdown last night. And he helped you through it, like the kind soul he was. You wanted to repay him for the love he had shown you.

You were trying to think of what you could do, when he stirred and groaned, stretching and opening his eyes. He gave you a sleepy smile when he saw you were awake.

“Good morning, Angel. Did you sleep ok?” Your heart fluttered once again at his nickname. You had forgotten that you asked him to call you that more.

“I-I slept fine, thank you,” your eyes darted around the room, looking at anything but him and his... beautiful face, “um... you didn’t have to stay here all night. I’m sorry you had to sleep in the bed with me...”

“It’s perfectly alright, dear. This may be selfish of me, but I did rather enjoy sleeping here. It... it felt nice to hold someone.” You noticed a small blush form on his cheeks, making you wonder if he felt the same about you as you did him.

“It... felt nice to be held,” you smiled, “I can’t thank you enough, Nagito. Seriously.” He chuckled, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours.

“Thank you’s are not necessary. Getting to exist in your presence so intimately like this is thanks enough,” he hesitantly reached up, his slim and slightly chilled fingers cupping your cheek, “I understand how afraid you are, love. But... As I said last night: I am going to protect you. I’ll stick by your side and I’ll do everything I humanly can and more to get us out of here together.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, leaning into his touch, “together. You better stick to that.”

“I wouldn’t ever think of failing a promise to an ultimate such as yourself,” he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “especially you. Specifically you.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re special to me, S/O,” he looked away, suddenly shy, “it’s one of the reasons I came to comfort you last night. Because I... care... about you.”

That was enough of a confession for you. He liked you back. You nodded, leaning in and connecting your lips for only a moment. He stared at you in shock, making you smile.

“Now you seriously better not die, ok?”

This gave me the happy. Gosh I simp for Nagito so hard ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Thank you for coming to my TED talk,

—🐝

[kookitykook]

Seven Soulmarks: Jungkook (”Loser.”)

~genre: soulmate au, fluff, some angst, sfw

~word count: 6.1k 

~pairing: jungkook x reader

~warnings: descriptions of bullying (nothing violent), family member death mention, a wild jackson wang appears (i needed a brother okay), listen it sounds intense but this is one of my favs i’ve written 

~summary: At the exact moment of your twentieth birthday, the first words your soulmate will ever say to you appear in black ink on the inside of your left wrist. Jeon Jungkook is devastated when his wrist reads one word: “Loser.”

See how the other boys meet their soulmates (all interconnected) Taehyung -- Jimin -- Namjoon -- Hoseok -- Yoongi -- Jin

~~~~~~~~~~~

Jeon Jungkook was six years old the first time someone called him a loser. 

It had been during a spelling bee. It was only the first grade, so the words had been simple things like “park,” “tall,” “flower,” or “here.”

In Jungkook’s case, the first word he was given by his teacher had been “soul.”

“S - O - W - L.”

The other students had immediately burst out laughing. Jungkook could feel his ears turning red as he looked at all of their faces, their laughter becoming crueler with each second of his confusion. 

“Oh I’m so sorry Jungkook,” his teacher had said. “Soul is actually spelled S - O - U - L. I’m afraid you’ve lost this time around, you can go sit in your seat.”

“Haha, Jungkook is the first one out!” One of the boys had shouted. Jungkook whipped his head over to look at him, only to be met with the bully’s gap-toothed smirk and a greasy finger pointed in his direction. “Loser!”

The word struck something deep in Jungkook’s chest, a chord that he never wanted to be played. 

How were they being so mean? The other kids in his class were laughing along with the bully, despite their teacher trying to calm him down. Jungkook didn’t understand … He was fine with losing the spelling bee, but now with all of his classmates calling him that word — loser — he felt smaller than ever, and he was a small child to begin with. 

His mother had always told him she loved his quiet, sensitive heart.

But Jungkook’s heart didn’t seem to love him back that day. 

And the tears rolling down his puffy cheeks only cemented the taunting nickname for the rest of his school years. 

***

“What’s up, loser?” 

“Nice jacket, loser.”

“Hey loser, can I copy your notes?”

These kinds of off-handed remarks were part of Jungkook’s daily school routine from that fateful day of the spelling bee up until high school. As much as Jungkook begged his family to let him switch schools as a child, it just wasn’t possible for them because of his father’s job.

Eventually, he stopped asking and just accepted his fate. 

It didn’t mean the name-calling ever hurt any less. 

Jungkook knew that he was sensitive, and he tried to grow thicker skin, he really did. But he also didn’t really want to change. He liked who he was, he just didn’t understand why nobody else did. 

“Hey loser!” 

Jungkook sighed, dropped his head to his chest at the unfortunately familiar voice of that same bully who coined his nickname after the spelling bee in the first grade. 

“Oh come on loser, don’t be like that,” the bully said with a cruel laugh, leaning against Jungkook’s locker. “We graduate tomorrow! Lose the long face for once!” 

I only have a long face because you treat me like shit, Jungkook thought to himself. But of course he didn’t say it out loud. 

People had been mean to him for the past eleven years, but he never could bring himself to be mean back. He knew there was a light at the end of the tunnel and eventually no one would call him ‘loser.’ So he just had to survive and be kind until he got to that place. 

“Graduation, yeah,” Jungkook said with a nod and a brief glance at the bully. “Can’t wait.”

“That’s the spirit!” the bully shouted, hitting Jungkook in the shoulder hard enough to push him into the door of his locker with a wince. “Last day, loser! Woo!”

Jungkook couldn’t help but wince again as the bully shouted right in his ear and then gave him a noogie before striding off down the hallway to possibly terrorize someone else.

“Last day,” he whispered to himself, closing his high school locker for the last time. “It can only get better from here.”

***

And it did. College was the best thing that could have ever happened to Jungkook. He moved to another city, went to a school where none of his high school classmates were attending, and was finally able to start over. 

He didn’t change anything about himself, but was finally in an environment where he could truly be himself without fear. It was life-changing. 

Confidence sprouted in him like a flower in bloom, and Jungkook found himself making friends, laughing without abandon, pursuing his interests with people that thought like him. 

His inward confidence rippled to his outward appearance as well, and his closest friends were two guys that he had met at the gym when he was just a freshman. Jin and Namjoon were both seniors, but they welcomed him into their friend circle without any hesitation. And when Jin heard that Jungkook enjoyed dancing, he connected him to Hoseok, who was a junior and captain of the dance team, and just like that the four of them were thick as thieves. 

This was Jungkook’s light at the end of the tunnel. Having friends who loved and supported him and got his weird sense of humor. 

And not once had any of them called him a loser. 

Now junior year was about to start and Jungkook had just moved out of the dorms into an apartment with Hoseok. Jin and Namjoon had both gotten their own apartments in the last year or so since they were making good money, but he and Hoseok were still typical broke college students (well, Hoseok was graduated, but was living like a broke college student while he saved up to open his own dance studio).

“Dude, did you hear about that new record shop that’s supposed to open up just down the street?” 

Jungkook looked up from his phone as Hoseok spoke, his friend sorting through one of the boxes he had yet to unpack even though they’d moved in two weeks ago. 

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, I went by the other day to see if the space would be good for the studio, but it had just been bought. The owner’s name is Yoongi, super cool dude. He and his soulmate and some other girl were signing. Don’t know when it’ll open, but they bought the space.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Jungkook murmured even though he wasn’t really paying attention, still looking at his phone.

Hoseok scoffed, propping his elbows up on the side of the box and looking at his friend with an eyebrow cocked. “You’re not even listening to me. I need attention, Jungkookie, and you’re not giving it to me.”

Jungkook huffed, looking at Hoseok only to snort when he saw his friend pouting dramatically. 

“Sorry. It’s just … my mark is about to appear.”

“Wait, what?!” Hoseok screamed, making Jungkook wince. “What the hell, dude?! I thought your birthday was tomorrow!” He grabbed his own phone, looking at the date and groaning. “Man, I’m so sorry. I got the dates mixed up, if I had known I would have—” 

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Jungkook reassured him. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal!” Hoseok’s shrieking was going to be a topic of conversation with their neighbors for sure. “It’s your soulmark year! What time will it show up?”

“My mom said I was born at 10:05.”

“Damn, you’ve only got … one minute! How do you feel?”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook shrugged, pulling at the loose threads at the end of his sweatshirt. His hair dipped down over his forehead, he would have to go to Jimin soon to get a haircut. “It feels kind of weird. That I have a soulmate out there at all.”

“Yeah, it’s trippy,” Hoseok agreed, looking down at his own wrist. “I can’t wait to meet mine though. She sounds feisty.”

Jungkook chuckled at that. He had been there when Hoseok’s mark had appeared. They’d been with Jin and Namjoon, the former laughing until he literally peed himself when Hoseok’s mark showed up and said, ‘Can you even breathe in those pants?’

“It’s just … until I met you and the guys, I never felt like I belonged anywhere. No one understood me. And to know that there’s a girl out there — I think it’s gonna be a girl anyway — a girl that’s just going to get me, it’s … it’s crazy. Aish, I’m probably overthinking it.”

“No man, this is normal,” Hoseok reassured him, reaching over and nudging him fondly. “Your soulmate is going to love you. And not just because, you know, the universe designed them to and all that, but because you’re great!”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Just then the timer on Jungkook’s phone went off. The two boys both froze, Jungkook turning over his wrist so that he and Hoseok could both look.

Nothing showed up. 

“You sure you got the time right?”

“Yes I’m sure,” Jungkook snapped, but it didn’t hold any real bite. “Just give it a minute.”

“Okay, okay.”

They watched in silence, Jungkook worrying at his bottom lip. What if nothing showed up? What if he didn’t have a soulmate? What if he’d already met his soulmate. That was a nightmare scenario waiting to happen. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, the words appeared gray and were the next words your soulmate would say to you. 

He hoped it was someone new. 

“Look!” 

Jungkook jumped at the sound of Hoseok’s voice, blinking his eyes back into focus. Sure enough, black ink was slowly appearing on the inside of his left wrist. 

His heart started to beat faster, and he could feel himself grinning. This was it, this was the moment he hadn’t ever really dared to dream about. His perfect match, the person who was made up of the same star stuff as him, his literally soulmate’s first words to him was going to be … 

‘Loser.’

Jungkook had never been skydiving before, but he had read that the very first moment you jump out of the plane, there’s a split second where your heart lurches into your chest and you just feel this overwhelming fear and wrongness. 

He had that feeling right then. But it didn’t go away after one second. 

“But … I …”

For the first time since Jungkook had met Hoseok, his friend was speechless. 

“I don’t understand.”

He could feel tears rolling down his cheeks, but he couldn’t bring himself to wipe them away. This couldn’t be happening. 

The words were in black ink, which meant he hadn’t met the person before, and yet his soulmate’s first word to him was going to be the word he hated most in the world? The name his classmates taunted him with for eleven years?

Jungkook was a kind soul. People had told him that his whole life, even before he started to believe it himself. 

So how was his soulmate going to be … so cruel?

“Kookie,” Hoseok started, his voice hoarse. He and Jin and Namjoon all knew what Jungkook’s early school days had been like, and the heaviness of that word on Jungkook’s heart. “I’m sure it’s not what it looks like.”

Jungkook said nothing, only continued to cry silently as his friend wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed. 

It just didn’t make any sense. Jungkook hadn’t even met his soulmate yet and their cruelty was already striking the chord of pain that he thought he’d left behind. 

***

You were suspended for the first time in second grade. 

You didn’t even know second graders could get suspended. Years later you found out that you were actually your school’s first ever case of a second grade suspension and quite frankly, you wore the badge with pride. 

“Y/N, this behavior is simply unacceptable,” your principal said to you as you held an ice pack to your swollen cheek. “Your teacher tells me you’re the class leader and yet this is the example you’re setting.”

You rolled your eyes, which led to a wince when the tender, quickly bruised flesh pulled at the motion. 

“I’ve called your father, he should be here momentarily,” your principal continued. The look on his face was pissing you off. You didn’t even know what ‘pissed off’ meant, but you had heard the phrase on a TV show your older brother watched and it resonated with you for some reason. “I am very disappointed in you, Y/N. This school does not tolerate fighting.”

You huffed in indignation, wanting to stomp your foot but it didn’t reach the floor from the chair you sat in across from the principal’s desk.

“But he—”

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” 

At the sound of your father’s voice, you turned around in your seat so fast that one of your pigtails hit you in the face. 

“Oh, baby,” your father murmured. His gaze went straight to your bruised face, running around your chair to crouch in front of you and inspect the damage. “How did this happen?” he snapped at your principal. 

The principal scoffed at your father’s tone, clearly taking offense. 

“This happened because your daughter initiated a fight on the playground today, sir.”

You father looked back at you and blinked in confusion. “Sweetheart, is this true?”

You could feel tears prickling your eyes. The worst thing in the world was when your father was disappointed in you. 

You nodded, keeping your eyes downcast at your lap and swinging your feet. 

“Yeah, I hit him,” you mumbled. “But it was only because—”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” the principal cut you off. “This school has a strict no-violence policy, any excuses are—”

“Let her finish.”

Your father practically growled at the principal. The beady eyed administrator gulped, looking away from your father’s intense glare. 

You finally felt comfortable enough to meet your father’s eyes as he turned back to you. In the matter of a mere second, his gaze went from livid to kind as he looked down at you. 

Your father and brother were your whole world. Your mother had passed away giving birth to you and even though you tended to feel particularly empty whenever you saw the other girls being dropped off at school by their moms in the morning, your father and brother were everything to you. 

“Why did you hit another student, sweetheart?” your father asked softly. 

“Because he called Lana a slut!” you shouted instantly, your tiny voice not so tiny anymore. “And I don’t even know what slut means but he said it like a real big jerk and then he pulled on her shirt so hard she fell down on the ground! And instead of helping her up he just kicked sand on her! And I warned him Daddy, I swear I did! I told him, ‘if you say one more word then I’ll sock you right in the mouth.’ I heard Jackson say that one time but don’t tell him I told you that. But then he looked at me and said ‘one more word,’ and then he kicked sand on Lana and me both while I was helping her up. And I knew if I didn’t hit him then I would be a liar and I would be telling him it was okay to push girls down and call them mean names and it’s just not, Daddy, it’s not okay! And the teachers weren’t doing anything, they never do, so I did it, I socked him right in the mouth and then he hit me back and so I hit him again and then Teacher separated us and then I came here and that’s what happened.”

The office went deadly silent when you finished, save for your sniffles. You wiped at your face with the back of your hand quickly, unable to look at your father yet again. 

Then you heard a small chuckle and felt your chin being lifted up. 

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “You can look at me. I’m not mad.”

“You’re … you’re not?” 

“Not at all,” he assured you. “In fact I’m proud of you.”

The principal guffawed, but was instantly silenced by another glare from your father. 

“Do I think you should have hit the boy?” your father asked. “No. And we can work on learning some better options for when you see something. But Y/N, I will always — always be proud of you for standing up for what is right. Do you hear me?”

You sniffled, throwing yourself into your father’s arms. 

“I hear you, Daddy.”

***

Your father’s funeral was the day of your twentieth birthday.

For twenty years, you had known exactly where you stood in the world because you knew who you could always fall back on. 

And now he was gone and for the first time ever … you felt lost. 

Your brother Jackson gripped your hand tightly as the casket was lowered. He’d delivered a beautiful eulogy, and you knew that later you would feel terrible for putting all that responsibility on him, but in that moment … you were just numb. 

The snow falling around you wasn’t exactly helping. 

Jackson had tried to convince you to move the funeral so that it wouldn’t coincide with the day you received your soulmark, but you had refused. 

Anytime you had dreamed about when your mark would appear, the dream had always included your father being there with you. Now that he wouldn’t … what was the point in making it a big thing?

“Just a few more minutes,” Jackson said suddenly, startling you from where you were staring at the coffin slowly disappearing into the ground. 

“Huh?”

Your brother nodded down at your wrist. “Your mark. Just a few more minutes and it’ll show up.”

“Oh. Right.” 

“Y/N … I know this is hard, but—”

“Just don’t, Jackson,” you sighed. “I’m just … I’m tired. I’m so damn tired, I can’t make myself get happy about my mark. I feel like with him gone, I don’t even know who I am anymore, how the hell am I supposed to care who my soulmate is?”

“You know who you are.” When you snorted, Jackson grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you to face him. “Hey, listen to me. I know we’re both grieving and I know this sucks alright, I’m in pain, too.” His voice cracking on those words was enough to make you actually focus on him. “But you know who you are. So do I. And so did … so did Dad.”

You winced, looking away to where dirt was being pushed into the grave. Jackson grabbed you gently by the chin to make you look back at him. 

“You are strong, resilient, and you take no crap from anybody. I’ve never met anyone who stands up for what’s right the way you do, and sometimes that needs to mean you stand up to yourself when you get like this. You are who Dad raised you to be.”

“And who is that?”

“The same punk who socked a kid in the mouth on the playground for bullying your friend.”

Your laugh was a sad one, but it was there. Jackson smiled.

“You’re the same person who organized a protest to get the cafeteria to include gluten free pizza because one kid in your grade had celiac disease. You’re the person who organized a neighborhood wide clean up for the old lady down the street when her house got out of control because she couldn’t take care of it herself anymore. That’s who you are, Y/N. Kind and compassionate and yet mean as hell when you know someone is being a bully.”

You laughed out loud at that one, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. 

“There it is,” Jackson murmured. “I knew that smile was still in there somewhere.”

“How am I supposed to smile right now, Jax? I’m … we’re at our father’s funeral. He’s gone, how do I … how do we keep going?”

“By being who he raised us to be. You — a freedom fighter with a heart of gold. Me — incredibly handsome and charming and talented and—”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” you chuckled. “I just … I’m afraid I don’t know how to be that person without him.”

Jackson smiled softly, shaking his head as he pulled you in for a hug. 

“Yes you do, Y/N. Yes you do.”

You hugged him back tightly as you could, letting your brother push the broken pieces of your heart back into place. 

“Oh!” you exclaimed suddenly, pulling away. “My mark!”

“Oh what’s it say, what’s it say?” 

“It says …” you pulled back the black sleeve of your dress and turned your hand over to look at the inside of your left wrist. “‘This is not what I expected.’”

“Huh,” Jackson remarked as you furrowed your brow. “That’s a pretty good one.”

And even though your heart was heavy, there was still a flutter in the back of your heart. 

You had a soulmate out there somewhere. Your other half was out there.

Whoever he ends up being … you find yourself hoping he’s the kind of guy your father would love. 

***

ONE YEAR LATER 

It was a well known fact that Jungkook hated bars. They were impersonal, usually dirty, not exactly primed for dancing the way that clubs were, and he usually got hit on a lot which is flattering, sure, but also super uncomfortable for him. 

But of course Jin wanted to celebrate his birthday at the bar where he met his soulmate — who was now his fiancee. Not that anyone could miss the fact that Jin’s soulmate was now his fiancee considering he announced it to the world every five minutes. 

Not that Jungkook was jealous or anything.

No … not at all. 

“Jungkook!”

The younger boy jumped as Namjoon slapped his hand on his shoulder, spilling a few drops of his drink on the bar in the process. He looked up at his friend and smirked. Like always, Namjoon’s hair was immaculately coifed. 

“Looking good, hyung,” he remarked with a smirk. “Any nice girls comment on your hair tonight?”

“Not yet, but it’s still early.”

“You know I can see your roots starting to come in, you should probably go see Jimin soon. And — oh my gosh, is that … it looks like your part is uneven! Call the hair police stat!”

“Alright you little brat, keep making fun,” Namjoon said cooly. “I’m not the one with a mop on his head.”

“The ladies love this mop of hair, hyung.”

“And yet you always turn them down. Ack, get those doe eyes out of my face. Hoseok!”

“Joonie-ah!”

Even across the entire room, Hoseok’s voice made it sound like he was right beside them. Seconds later the slender, red-faced and slightly tipsy boy was bounding up to the bar. 

“Hello, boys,” he sing-songed, waving down the bartender and asking for another beer. “Where the hell did Jin even go? This is his birthday party and he’s missing all the fun.”

“Ah,” Namjoon remarked, throwing back a shot. “I do believe I saw he and his lovely fiancee sneaking away a few minutes ago.”

“Soulmates,” Hoseok muttered. “Can’t live with them, desperately want to be them.” He thanked the bartender smoothly and grabbed his new drink. “Come on boys, let’s go meet some ladies and hope they say those special words! And if not, well … we can get them to say something else equally enticing!”

“Ah, you guys go ahead,” Jungkook said as Hoseok started to drag him away. “I’m going to finish my drink and then head home.”

“What?” Hoseok shouted (honestly, it was like his default volume when he was tipsy).

“Jungkookie, it’s not even ten,” Namjoon said. 

“I know, but I have a paper to work on and if Jin-hyung isn’t even here then I really should get back and work on it.”

“Aw, Namjoon, look at our little boy all grown up and being a responsible student.”

“Stop that,” Jungkook snapped, but not without a fond smile as he shoved away Hoseok’s hands from gripping his cheeks and shaking them. “You guys go. Find a soulmate or … a person for the evening.”

“Eloquent, Kookie, truly. We’ll catch you later, alright?” Namjoon asked, narrowing his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you on Saturday. Go ahead. And Hobi, don’t slam the door when you come in the apartment tonight, yeah?”

When Hoseok bounded away without an answer, Jungkook just rolled his eyes. Typical. It was a good thing he loved that guy already. 

Left to his own devices at the bar, Jungkook went back to his drink. He meant it when he said he had a paper to work on, but he paid good money from his very meager bank account for his drink, so he was damn well going to finish it.

It was kind of peaceful, sitting on his own at the bar and just having a drink. Getting lost in his thoughts, good ones of his friends and new dance choreo and a stupid pun Jin had told him last week. 

He only tensed up once when a woman in a green dress sat down a couple seats from him, fully expecting her to make a move on him, but then relaxing when she just ordered a drink for herself and didn’t pay him any attention at all. 

It was oddly serene. Until it wasn’t.

Jungkook was just one sip away from being finished with his drink when someone clasped his shoulder with an painfully iron tight grip. 

“Ouch, Namjoon, what the—”

Jungkook froze as he looked up to see someone he thought he’d left in another town, in a life long left behind. 

“Holy shit!” his childhood bully shouted, still as greasy faced and obnoxious as he’d been all through their school days, grinning with cruel delight. “I thought that was you! Damn loser, who would have thought I’d be seeing you here? I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me, huh?”

It was an odd feeling, to be thrown back into a past version of himself as Jungkook looked up at the person that had initiated a cycle of cruelty and misery for eleven years of his life. 

“I … I—”

“Haha, still stuttering, huh, loser?” The bully punched him in the shoulder and even though Jungkook had developed a fair amount of muscle mass since high school, it still hurt to be punched. “Damn loser, you been working out? Shit, you really bulked up! I wouldn’t have shit on you so much in high school if you looked like this! I mean, you really went from a dweeb to a good-looking dude! Good for you, loser!” 

“Uh, yeah,” Jungkook muttered, moving to stand from the stool. “Hey it’s uh, good to see you too man, but I gotta go.”

The bully just laughed and the familiar noise stirred a very real pain in Jungkook’s gut. 

“Still a loser, huh loser? I knew it was you when I saw you sitting at a bar and drinking by yourself! I guess you can bulk up and move away, but once a loser always a—”

“Hey tough guy.”

The bully looked up at the sound of your voice. Jungkook turned as well, hoping and praying that his eyes weren’t glassy. 

You stood up from your stool with a margarita in hand and daggers in your gaze as you stared at the colossal asshole trying to act macho.

“Hey sweets, I’m more than willing to chat with you once I finish catching up with my high school buddy here.” He clapped Jungkook on the shoulder once again, squeezing his meaty fingers into the fabric on his black shirt. 

“Yeah see I don’t know you,” you said, stepping up and smacking the inside of the bully’s elbow to make him let go of the unreasonably handsome, but quiet man that had been sitting beside you at the bar. “But I do know that ‘high school buddies’ typically don’t degrade one another and call each other names. So why don’t you buzz off and get your dick hard some other way instead of reliving your glory days of being the world’s biggest teenage douchebag.”

Jungkook’s mouth dropped, staring at you in shock. Not once, not once had anyone defended him in front of this guy. Until you. He didn’t even know you and yet you were standing up for him. 

The bully blinked in surprise, but then it only took a few seconds for his face to turn red with anger. 

“Listen here you bitch—”

“Watch it.”

No one was more surprised at Jungkook’s growled warning than Jungkook himself. You looked over your shoulder at him with a raised eyebrow and the slightest smirk before turning back to the asshole in question. 

“Call me or any other woman bitch ever again, and I’ll throw this drink all over your head, sock you in the mouth, and then get you permanently banned from the bar. Do you understand me or should I repeat myself slower?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the bully snapped, puffing out his chest with held breath. 

“I think I’m someone that can spot a whiny ass bully from a mile away,” you remarked casually, not perturbed in the slightest. “So why don’t you just save all of us some trouble, and fuck off somewhere else.”

The bully looked over you at Jungkook, who was still staring at you shell-shocked. You continued to smile at the bully as if you were discussing the weather. 

“Kookie!” 

“Hey, hey, what’s going on here?” 

Hoseok and Namjoon appeared seemingly out of nowhere, the latter coming up to stand on the other side of Jungkook opposite of you. It was only then that you and Jungkook realized that most of the bar had gone silent and was watching the situation unfold. 

“Hey man,” Namjoon addressed the bully, lifting his chin. “Is there a problem here?”

The bully looked at the four of you standing side by side and straightened his shoulders, inhaling a shaky breath. “Oh I see, loser,” he addressed Jungkook. “You make it out of our little town, think you make it big, but you need a little posse to protect you. Still a loser through and through.”

“What the fuck did you just—”

“Hobi don’t,” Jungkook snapped, reaching behind Namjoon to grab Hoseok’s arm and pull him back. 

The bully laughed, raising his arms out to the side. “Like I said. You can’t even stand up for yourself, loser. You need these two pussies and your little bitch to—”

You threw your drink in the bully’s face, letting him splutter as you turned and placed the empty glass on the bar counter before rearing your arm back and punching him in the nose. 

The entire bar ‘ooo’ed as the bully hit the floor. 

You hissed, shaking out your hand as you looked over your shoulder to the bartender. 

“Jackson,” you said casually, flexing your fingers. “I’m calling in my monthly sister favor. This guy is permanently banned from the bar.”

“First of all,” Jackson replied, eyeing his groaning customer on the floor. “You already used your monthly sister favor when you needed gas last week. But because I’m a nice brother, consider this one an advance on next month’s.”

You grinned, turning back to where the bully was still rolling on the ground like an imbecile. 

“Alright, asshole, up and out. You’re banned, fuck off before I call the cops for trespassing since you’re officially banned. That’s right, out, out. Thank you, goodbye.”

The bully didn’t even spare Jungkook one last glance as he staggered to his feet and out the door. 

“Show’s over, people,” Jackson called out. “But tune in next week, we’ll probably have a rerun of some sort. Carry on!”

You stuck your tongue out at your brother, who just laughed and went back to serving drinks as the bar slowly moved back to normalcy after the scene you caused. Well … the scene you ended. 

You finally looked back to the three boys. 

Who were staring at you … slack-jawed. 

They were all really damn cute, one with sick looking hair, the other tan and glowing and red-faced (tipsy, clearly), and the one who had been bullied just … damn fine.

“I like your hair,” you remarked to the one with the platinum coif. 

His eyes went wide before sighing dramatically. The one on his other side promptly burst out laughing. “Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, stalking off to get another drink. 

You looked to the one who was still laughing. “What did I say?”

“The wrong thing,” the sunshine one said, still laughing. You guessed it was a soulmark thing, but didn’t push it. “That was awesome by the way. Nice punch!”

You smirked, shrugging with no small amount of pride. “Thanks, I do kickboxing.”

“Hey, Jungkook likes boxing!” he shouted, grabbing his other friend and shoving him closer to you. You laughed at the other boy’s scared expression. He had yet to say a word to you. “I don’t know if kickboxing and boxing is the same or not, but … you should talk! I need another drink.”

“Tell the bartender it’s on me,” you said, earning yourself a double thumbs up and a high-five from the sunshine boy. That made you laugh, turning to the other boy to tell him you liked his friends, only to freeze when you saw the look on his face. 

He was staring at you like you were an ethereal being or something. Pure admiration. You weren’t ashamed to admit that if he hadn’t been so cute, it definitely would’ve been creepy. 

You swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. He was just about to open his mouth to speak first when you blurted out —

“Loser.”

The boy froze, his big (and wildly beautiful) brown eyes widening like saucers. 

“Like … really?” you continued. “That dude is practically a professional bully and the only name he called you was loser? Pfft, what a moron. Seriously, don’t dwell on him for a single second, okay? Not worth your time.” 

The boy was still silent, and his stare was really getting to you. 

“Would you just … say something, please?” you asked, swallowing and running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, it’s just that I … I can’t just stand by when I see stuff like that. And you looked really uncomfortable and kind of scared and I had to step in. I can’t—”

“This,” he finally spoke, his voice soft and smooth in all the right ways, “is not what I expected.”

Now it was your turn to stare. 

“W-What did you just say?” you asked. 

Your right hand subconsciously moved to grab your left wrist, and Jungkook tracked the movement with his eyes. A smile started to play on his lips, growing wider with each second as he lifted his own left hand.

On the inside of his wrist, right there in black ink, was a single word. 

‘Loser.’

“I … I …” 

You knew you were gaping like a fish, but you genuinely had no idea what to say. 

“I … I am such an asshole!”

Jungkook blinked at you in surprise. 

“Oh my gosh you’ve spent this whole time thinking your soulmate was just going to insult you when you met!” you exclaimed, hands on your head and eyes wild. “Why the hell did I even say that? I’m so insensitive, holy crap!”

Jungkook stared at you, his smile only widening and then he burst into laughter.

And not just any laughter. Oh no, Jungkook’s laughter was open and honest and completely real. He was the epitome of ‘ahahaha!’ and it was the best damn sound you had ever heard. 

And it was contagious. Soon enough you were giggling too, hands on your cheeks as your face reddened in both embarrassment and delight. 

“Kookie!” Hoseok shouted from the bar suddenly, causing the two of you to look over at where he, Namjoon, and Jackson were clearly chatting. “What the hell is so funny?”

You looked back to Jungkook, grinning. His heart skipped a beat, and so did yours. 

The pair of you looked back to the trio, left wrists held up like badges of honor.

“She called me a loser!”

“He said I wasn’t what he expected!”

The three boys were silent for just a split second. 

Jackson promptly screamed and announced free drinks, Hoseok started laughing so hard he literally fell off his chair and spilled his drink everywhere, and Namjoon dropped his head to the bar surface after grumbling, “Another one?”

You and Jungkook looked back to one another, both of you positively beaming. In a rare display of boldness, Jungkook reached out with his left hand and gently grasped yours, running his thumb over the mark there. He giggled when you shivered and you could have melted on the spot.

“Sorry you have to wear the word ‘loser’ on your wrist for the rest of your life,” you said softly, feeling parts of you turn to mush as he looked down at you with utter fondness.

“It’s okay,” he said instantly, smile brighter than any sunrise. “That word doesn’t bother me anymore.”

[himbowelsh]

Tough choice but may as well go in order. Guarnere, please. Thank you.

valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Bill is very verbal about his affection. When he cares for someone, he’ll say it loud and proud. He’s always had a big mouth, but that just means he ain’t shy about telling people exactly how he feels  ---  and he’s liberal with praise, when it’s earned. He also shows affection by standing by people, having their backs through anything. If Bill will fight for someone, it means they’re worth it; if he fights with someone, it means he loves them.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

*confused Guarnere noises*  what the fuck is a flower   Look. He’ll go to the florist, flirt with her a little bit, and pick up something nice. That’s the best he can do. He can look very handsome marching up with a bouquet in hand, but don’t ask him what the hell’s in it.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He’s not a fan of most chocolates. To be honest his nonna used to make her own  ---  she had a recipe for sweet chocolate that was to die for, and Little Billy was her favorite taste-tester. Compared to hers, store-bought chocolate just don’t cut it. 

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Let him handle everything and he’ll be a happy man. Let him cook the dinner himself  ---  he’s got a special love for cooking, especially when his partner’s gonna be enjoying it  ---  let him arrange the table, let him choose the music, let him decide where they roll around at the end of the night. Bill likes being in charge. Granted, he’s drawn to partners who give him a run for his money in that department...  but his ideal date would be an intimate night in, just the two of them, all planned out by yours truly.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Bill hugs like a football coach. Very enthusiastic, kinda rough, lots of back patting and “good job, son” energy. He’s...  not good at tender hugs. If he’s trying to pump someone up, sure, he can manage that, but...  hugging somebody to comfort them? He’s not so good at that. Bill has trouble being soft, but can be very supportive when needed.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Shameless, and shamelessly dirty. He takes flirting to a new level. Bill loves to buy people drinks and chat them up, even if he doesn’t plan on going home with them at the end of the night; it’s fun to just see how far he can push, and who’s willing to play along with him. (Nothing’s sexier than someone with a smart mouth, who can sass him right back.)

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

No one would call him bad at it, but he doesn’t always...  hit the nail on the head. He tries, and will absolutely go to four different stores just to find something he knows someone’s looking for. Left to his own devices, he’ll come up with weird gifts, though. A pack of very colorful socks, an apron for a friend who can barely cook, a build-your-own-bookshelf kit for someone with no damn time. He thinks his gifts are great...  but it’s easier to just give him a list.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He’s quick to give it away to the right people. Bill’s got great instincts, and is good at reading someone’s character  ---  it’s what draws him to the friends he ends up keeping for life. Bill only gives his heart to those who are able to hold their own, who are worthy of it. He ain’t got time for fairweather friends. Either you earn Bill’s love, or you don’t.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Annoyingly easy. He’s not gushy about it, but he likes saying it, and it’s obvious in how often he drops it  ---  sometimes declared loudly to their assembled group of friends, but most often muttered in a low voice, for his partner’s ears alone. Why shouldn’t he love saying it? It’s true.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Bill Guarnere don’t get jealous, cause he knows exactly who he is, and exactly who the other guy’s not. His partner might play around to get him riled up  ---  and hell, he’ll do the same thing  ---  but he trusts they’d never look at anyone else seriously. Trust is a major element in Bill’s relationships, and he’d never really fall in love with someone he couldn’t have faith in.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Bill’s exactly the sort of overconfident bastard who sees a kiss as a door to something more. He doesn’t have Prince Charming instincts, but his kisses are a team effort; he’s under no illusion about calling the shots, taking his cues from his partner how far they’ll go. If they don’t want his mouth somewhere, it’s not going there. His kisses are pure fire, electric, all teeth and tongue and shameless nips. He’s not afraid of anything. He’s also a mutterer, which depending on the partner is hot or annoying as hell. He’ll grit out words of praise or curses in between kisses, pressing them against the dark marks left on his partner’s skin, until they flush an even deeper red.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He loves his people. Bill considers a select group of folks his  ---  and once you’re in, there’s no easy way out, ‘cept for proving yourself a total jackass. Bill’s ride-or-die for his whole (massive) family, and his extensive friend group. Yeah, he’s got some he’d do more for than others  ---  Babe’s the only one he’d hide a body for, and he’s still got that thing Lip asked him to hold onto in his closet  --- but Bill loves fiercely, and would risk it all for any one of ‘em. 

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

Bold of you to assume there’s a difference between morning sex and night sex to this man. Bill’s ready to go at any time.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Extremely confident, to the point that it seems like he’s compensating for something. He’s not  ---  that’s the best part. Bill gets riled up very quickly, and in bed he is heated, driven, and very physical. He loves lifting his partner up by their thighs and moving them around the room, loves pressing them against walls and leaving deep red marks on their neck...  vocally expressive partners really get him going. He’s not shy about dirty talk, and even less shy about letting his partner take the lead. Bill’s very much of the “work together” mindset in bed. He can go multiple rounds at a time before getting worn out, but sometimes he’ll get a cramp in the middle, and then it all goes to hell (ft. the Not Sexy kind of cursing).

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

Bill has a commanding way of speaking; he doesn’t make a big deal outta being eloquent, but he captures people’s attention. He knows how to be listened to. Sometimes this can make it hard, in quieter moments, to express what’s really in his heart, when he’s so used to speaking only the boldest words, but...  Bill Guarnere always manages.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Bill needs someone who gives as good as they get. He’d never be happy with a shrinking violet; they’ve gotta have punch to them, a good sense of humor and firm head on their shoulders. He needs somebody loyal, a partner who’ll be by his side through thick and thin  ---  ‘cause even he’ll admit, he’s downright exhausting sometimes.  A person with a temper, probably; someone with confidence, who says what the hell they think. Great curves are a plus, especially a nice set of boobs. Bill’s always gonna fall for someone with fire, who can keep him on his toes, and hold him up even if he’s only got one leg to stand on.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Oh, he’s gonna ask. Ain’t no question, as soon as he’s got the ring, Bill Guarnere’s not wasting a second. It’s just a matter of when  (as soon as he’s 95% sure he’s gonna get a good answer) and how  (out to dinner at his favorite Italian restaurant, or maybe afterwards, taking a walk through the park. He wouldn’t want many eyes on them, but he’d want to do it somewhere special  ---  a place he and his partner could take the kids to years down the line, to boast about how it all started here.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s no fuckin’ tights-wearing, wishing-well-singing, ‘someday my prince will come’ asshole, but sure, he’s a romantic. Bill’s got a flair for romance; he knows how to show his partner a good time, and loves doing it, just to see the warm gleam in their eyes. Dancing all by themselves, eating a candlelight dinner he made, taking a romantic bath together...  all in the Bill Guarnere playbook, sweets.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Not really? Look, Bill had a lot going on as a kid. He was everywhere at once; all the neighbors knew him as a holy terror, and the ones with any sense told their daughters not to get near him. Romance wasn’t first on his mind.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

Absolutely. Point blank. Love is love, and some people are meant to be together forever. Anger can fuel a hell of a lot in you, but love’s more powerful than all of it. Anger can move mountains, but love can build them outta thin air.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

Nope. He’s a resilient bastard. Sure, he’s had his share of rejection (and smacks in the mouth), but Bill’s not the type to take it personally.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Well, he’s definitely never sat on the couch in his boxers eating a box of chocolate alone, and that definitely hasn’t given him a complex about giving his partner the best damn Valentine’s Day every goddamn year. (No Bill, cancel the hot air ballon, you don’t need it  ---)

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

Oh, hell yeah. Just give him the right person  ---  and he’ll find ‘em, don’t worry about that  ---  and Bill’s hopping on that one-way train straight to domestic bliss. He’s not in a big hurry about it, so long as his partner knows what’s what  ---  if he’s in a serious relationship with someone he really cares for, it’s a foregone conclusion to Bill that they’re gonna get married eventually. (He wouldn’t even think his partner might have a different viewpoint; if they did, it’d shock him to his core.)

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Definitely. Some are sweet, some are perverted, and some are a little bit of both. He uses them liberally.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Protective could be his middle name. Bill is an incredible guy to have on your side in a rough spot; sure, he swings before he thinks, but he thinks while he’s swinging. Excellent man in a fight. No one steps in on Bill Guarnere’s loved ones and gets away scott-free, and he goes especially berserk if it’s his partner being threatened.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

Not...  a number he’d be proud to admit to his Mamma, but he’s no virgin. Bill got up to more mischief overseas than he could ever find in Philly. Probably about...  8 - 9 partners? And no, he’s not careful where he sleeps. He’s gotten used to the taste of penicillin, and Doc Roe’s left a few brochures under his pillow. 

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

Mat Barzal N/SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare isn’t something that he does very well. He’s not against it, he just doesn’t really realize that there’s anything he should do. The only time he really does “aftercare” is if he came on you and it was everywhere. He’d get you a towel to wipe you off. Other than that, he’ll just pull you to his chest and go to sleep. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Okay, Mat knows he’s hot. He’ll take his shirt off any chance he gets because he knows he’s hot. But, he loves his abs and chest. His torso is defined and rock hard. You love it and he loves it.

“Are you a boob guy or a butt guy?” Well, Mat is both. Mat is a horny guy who finds everything about you hot. Ask him what his favourite body part on you is and it will change by the day depending on what you’re wearing.

Short shorts? His favourite body part is your legs.

Low cut top? Your boobs.

Tight dress? Ass. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

On you. Mat lovesto cum on you. He loves to see it on you, it’s his way of marking you and it always takes him a few minutes before he gets you a towel because he just loves the way his cum looks on your skin. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Threesomes intrigue Mat and he’d totally be down to have one if you every brought it up.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Mat may be young but he’s been with a lot of girls. He knows how to make a girl cum and what positions are the best. Sex with him is good. And once he learns yourbody and knows exactly what youlike? What makes youmoan the loudest? Sex with him is great. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Mat likes missionary where he pulls one of your legs up over his hip because he can get deep, pin you down into the mattress, and still see your face.

But he loves reverse cowgirl. Especially when he’s sitting on the couch watching TV or hockey or whatever and you come sit on his lap. It starts all innocent but you start grinding on him and then just ride him slowly while the two of you watch whatever he’s watching, your chest pressed against his back.

He also likes doggy style. Loves the angle and the image of you on your knees, face pressed into the blanket/pillow.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Mat is a true believer in the “you should be able to laugh with your partner during sex” saying. He’ll make you smile and laugh, just as much as he’ll make you moan. It’s not always goofy, but if something awkward or embarrassing happens, he’s quick to brush it off and make it all okay. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He trims it every now and then, but it’s on the longer side. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He isn’t romantic. He’s not one for candles or rose petals or scented oils. Sex is sex for Mat and it’s something he enjoys and he wants you and him to feel good.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he’s on the road? All the time. He has an album on his phone of photos of you/that you’ve sent him and it’s his wanking material, not that he really needs it since you send him a bunch of naughty Snaps (photos and videos).

And Mat also loves getting off via phone/skype sex when he’s on the road.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Mat is into light bondage. Nothing too hard, but he likes tying you up and having you tie him up every once in a while.

And he’s into anal, too. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Behind lock doors. Preferably at yours or his place. He’s doesn’t want to get caught (but that doesn’t mean that Tito and Ebs hasn’t walked in on the two of you once or twice).

Shower and bath sex is also a thing. Mostly because Mat is a horny little shit and you wet and naked absolutely kills him and he needs you right now.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Mat is a basic fuck boy in the sense that low cut shirts and tight leggings really turn him on. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t use hot wax. The idea of it just makes him feel weird. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Mat prefers getting blowjobs, but he will go down on you. He knows the basics of what he’s doing, and it gets better as he learns your body and what you like in particular.

Blowjobs make him a moaning mess. Sometimes he has a hand in your hair, other times he’s double fisting the sheets, head leaning back in pure pleasure. He literally cannot last when you blow him.

(And have you seen his hands? Mat has great hands with long, thick fingers… He’sgreaton and off the ice with his hands 😏)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Hard and fast. He’s not the kind of guy that does the whole soft and slow thing. He can if the occasion were to call for it, but it’s basically guaranteed to be hard and rough

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Mat is always down for sex. Always. So, if the two of you are able to find a private enough place, he’s down to fuck. But, Mat is afraid of what could happen to his career if the two of you get caught, so anything without a lock on it is a no go.  

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s willing to try almost anything in the bedroom at least once, especially if there’s something you want to try. Honestly, he probably gets excited to bring you an idea or when you bring him an idea. It’s kinda cute. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He lasts an average amount of time, but he can go two or even three times in a night. You just have to give him a few minutes and let him chug a Gatorade. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Mat’s interestedin toys and would use them if you wanted him to use them, but he won’t use them on his own accord. The idea of using toys kinda hurts his ego. He’s a guy and he likes to think that he good enough at pleasuring you that you don’t need a vibrator or whatever. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

On the ice, Mat is patient with the puck.

Outside the bedroom, Mat likes to tease you with little comments, pressing light kisses to your neck, letting his hand slide down to your ass or up your thigh.

In the bedroom, Mat is notpatient. He wants sex. He wants you to feel good. He wants you to cum. So, unless he’s mad at you or he’s jealous, he’s not one to tease. He’ll give you exactly what you want. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Normally, Mat’s not super loud. Just some soft moans and mumbles and drawn out curse words.

But if you’re blowing him or riding him, he can’t help himself from becoming a moaning mess.  

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s fucking amazing at dirty talk. During foreplay, sex, over the phone. Mat loves it and he’s so good at it. And his voice drops a little lower, he speaks a little slower, emphasizing certain words. It’s so fucking hot. Instant turn on. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

6.5 inches. Thick. Nice and veiny with a curve. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

All the time. He’s horny all the time and he’s not afraid to say that to you and his friends (oh poor Tito… He’s been present for one too many “we should go have sex” conversations…). 

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quickly. He’s a “head hits the pillow and he’s out” kind of guy, so after sex he just kinda curls in around you and is out like a light.

[xmagicxshopx]

Moon Monsters - Chapter 10

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Comedy Rating: M Warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe!!), knotting, impregnation kink, mild language Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Are you guys ready to see how things pan out? ;3

Tagging: @grxnadxs @jiminnies-baby @justbangtanandjams @breadcaaat @wordsturnintostories @jennierubyjane0116 @honeycutelove @princess4games

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

meet the packs , prologue , ch 1 , ch 2 , ch 3 , ch 4 , ch 5 , ch 6 , ch 7 , ch 8 , ch 9

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Ye-Yes, my love?”

“The only reason I’m even remotely humoring you is because I know your dick is big but it’s not that big.”

Relief flooded the young wolf’s system as he listened to your verdict. Thank the moon goddess, you were going to let him explain. You were going to give him a chance to explain everything. Maybe, just maybe, all hope was not lost. Your next words ripped him from his little moment of celebration.

“So as soon as whatever this is deflates......you’ve got a lot of explaining to do, mister.”

With his heat now sated, for the time being, Jungkook was able to think clearly for the first time in a week. In doing so, he waited patiently for his knot to go away so he could ease himself out of you. Oh how he hated seeing all of that seed leave your beautiful body. What if he hadn’t successfully bred you? He would just have to try again later. His heat was far from over despite the timing.

“Let me just clean you up first and then I can make you some tea and we can talk.”

“Sounds good.”

You didn’t mean to sound so short with him, but this was a lot to take in right now. However, you couldn’t help but wonder if that’s why some things didn’t make sense to you earlier. The odd tugs towards him that you couldn’t explain. The fact that you were sick one minute but as soon as he was back by your side, you were right as rain again. Perhaps he was telling the truth after all.

“W--What are you doing???”

“I’m going to clean you up?”

“Like that?!?”

The both of you were blushing like two virgin teenagers as you stared down at him positioned between your legs with his mouth inches from your core. He had your legs draped over his shoulders so he could get a better balance and access to your folds. Clearing his throat awkwardly and trying his best not to stutter, he mumbled in timid explanation,

“My saliva has numbing properties. You’re going to be sore if I don’t. You see.....You’re a human and technically not capable of taking a wolf’s knot.”

You watched him suddenly sport a wide bunny smile full of what looked like pride as he continued.

“But you did. You, my beautiful mate, took my knot because you were meant for me. We’re meant to be together, beautiful. You and I. The Moon Goddess and Mother Nature willed this to happen. They willed us to be together.”

This was way too much right now. Way too much. All you had wanted to do today was enjoy time off with your boyfriend after missing him terribly for a solid week only to wind up being told he was some kind of mythical creature. What was this? A Twilight book??? No thanks. With a soft groan of exhaustion and embarrassment, you flung an arm over your eyes and mumbled while blushing deeper,

“Fine, fine. Just do it. You perv.”

Despite the arm covering your eyes, you could hear him let out a boyish chuckle before suddenly feeling a wet muscle against your still sensitive folds. Numbing properties or not, that was still your boyfriend’s tongue on your pussy and it only made a fresh batch of slick try and escape between your thighs. His chuckles vibrated against your core, causing you to shiver and let out a weak whine of wanting.

“Babe, I’m trying to clean you up, not get you dirty again.”

“I c-can’t help it. It’s your tongue. F-Feels ss-s-so good.”

“Lucky for you my heat has subsided for the moment. Otherwise we’d be going another round right now.”

Another round? Good lord. You were still recovering from the first! After struggling to keep your hormones under control, Jungkook finally had you numbed and squeaky clean. Despite how weird it was, you were grateful that he was looking out for you in the sense of being in pain afterwards. You weren’t a virgin, but that.....knot, or whatever he was calling it, that hurt like a beep. Made you feel like a virgin all over again.

Speaking of looking out for you, now that he wasn’t thinking with his other head, the young man was doting on you something crazy. Not only had he helped you get dressed into one of his over sized t-shirts, but he also insisted on carrying you to the living room. As he did, you took note that he was handling you as if you were glass.

Upon having a nice, steaming cup of tea handed to you on a delicate saucer, you watched the male sit next to you while setting his own tea down on the glass coffee table. Knowing the liquid was still too hot to drink, you settled for staring at the man next to you. The man who had started out as just another coworker. Then he became your boyfriend, and now he was telling you that the two of you were mates. Hopefully that was just another term for boyfriend and girlfriend.

It was quiet in the living room. Too quiet. Breathing felt like you were being too noisy. Looking next to you, you could see the poor boy fidgeting and squirming; trying to figure out where to start. Deciding to give the conversation some sense of direction, you asked with a soft sigh,

“When were you planning on telling me?”

Your question made it sound like you believed him. It sounded as if you believed him when he said he was a mythical creature that could only be found in fictional writing. Truthfully, you did. You did believe him. How else could you explain the strange things happening in your life? Not to mention, you were definitely numb down there. He couldn’t fake that. You should be so freaking sore you couldn’t move right now but you weren’t.

His eyes shimmered with hope. Surely the fact that you weren’t asking him to prove his claims meant that you believed him. Furthermore, it meant you might actually be accepting him for what he was. However, your question was a heavy one. Did Jungkook even know the answer to that? Clearing his throat and staring down at his hands in his lap, he finally found his voice as he spoke softly and sincerely,

“I’ve been trying to figure that out myself from the day I met you in the office building.”

He finally looked you in the eyes as he attempted to explain his reasoning for his answer. Gosh he looked so small sitting there hunched over like a child who was getting grounded. Or perhaps it was more like a puppy with his tail between his legs?

“A wolf knows he’s found his mate the second he sees them. When I saw you walking towards me that day at the office, I knew right then you were the one. I fell for you instantly because that’s how it works for my kind. Love at first sight is taken quite literal in the realm of us werewolves.”

He let out a shy laugh and timidly looked back down at his nervously twitchy hands; his cup of tea long forgotten by now.

“I couldn’t just drag you to the break room and tell you what I was and that I’m head over paws in love with you. That wasn’t a very realistic option in my mind. And besides.....”

He locked eyes with you once more and you could tell he was feeling more confident in his words and was finding them more easily as he added,

“I wanted you to fall in love with me naturally. As in on your own with no outside influences. I wanted you to love me for me and not because two great female deities wanted it so.”

Smiling sadly and perhaps even apologetically, he continued,

“Being a werewolf, I don’t have a choice. But you’re human, which means you do and I wanted you to have that freedom of choice. Even if you didn’t end up picking me.”

Wow. He just had to go and be all precious and throw that bombshell on you, didn’t he? You were trying to be mad at him for keeping things from you. Then again.....you had only been an official couple and off the market for a whole whopping week. Honestly, this has been the most crazy relationship you’ve ever heard of. Was this even realistic? Perhaps they jumped into this a little too fast? Yeah. Probably.

“Th--Thank you.....For being so courteous about my feelings and not just throwing yourself at me and forcing us to be together.”

He offered you a shy smile; hoping that it would come across as something reassuring. Jungkook wanted you to feel comfortable and safe around him; wanted you to know that you could trust him with your life and well-being. Shifting in his seat a bit, he spoke up once more in a soft, shy voice.

“I’ll understand if you wish to part ways. It’s a lot to take in and honestly you’re handling it all very well. Better than I probably would have, had the roles been reversed. It’s not every day you hear your lover admitting they’re a werewolf.”

You were trying to find a break in his speech so you could say something, but he just kept rambling on nervously; growing more and more fidgety in his seat. Hell, even his leg was starting to bounce like a jackhammer.

“Besides, living with a wolf would probably be more trouble than it’s worth. I shed something awful, I can hardly keep food here for me let alone my mate, I run several degrees hotter so cuddling me would most likely suck. I grow really clingy and whiny in the few days it takes for my heat to hit. And let’s not get me star----”

The only way you knew to shut him up was by covering his mouth with your own. While he had been rambling and convincing himself that you two were over, you had carefully set your still full cup of tea down on the coffee table and moved closer to him. Close enough to hold his face in your hands and mold your lips against his constant moving ones.

Of course the action took him by surprise. At first he tensed up from shock. However, upon realizing what you were doing, he soon wrapped his arms around you and held your body against his as he gently kissed you back. Despite all this craziness, kissing each other still felt like coming home.

The kiss had started out something tender. Just something to get him to shut up. Unbeknownst to you, it did a little more than that. Within seconds, he was kissing you back and taking control; his arms pulling you and dragging you closer till you were now straddling him with his back pressed into the cushions of the couch.

The kiss was turning into nothing but teeth and spit as the young wolf grew eager. With a soft growl of arousal, he roughly sucked on your bottom lip before shoving his tongue into your wet cavern. Meanwhile, you felt deliciously helpless against his strength. It was amazing how only 20 minutes ago, he was treating you like a fragile relic. Now he was treating you like a slab of meat or maybe a chew toy.

With that thought suddenly popping into your head, you couldn’t help but giggle at the image that sprouted from such a thought. Which ended up sounding pretty strangled since when you began to giggle, the young wolf had been happily sucking on your tongue. Suddenly pulling away from your delicious mouth, the said young pup was blinking at you in confusion and curiosity; his eyes blown out with lust.

“What’s so funny?”

He didn’t look or sound too pleased to be away from your lips but the curiosity was still there floating around in his hungry, obsidian orbs. Blushing partly from embarrassment and partly from being flustered by his eagerness, you replied somewhat teasingly with a shrug,

“Eh. Just thinking about what I’m getting you for Christmas.”

Those hungry eyes staring back at you almost immediately grew soft and, dare you say, even warm. With his orbs flickering all over your face looking for something, he finally locked gazes with you once more before asking somewhat breathlessly in hope,

“You mean----You’re not leaving me? You want to stay?”

Before you could think better of it, your eyes rolled on their own accord while a smile of amusement found its way onto your face. You suppose you couldn’t really blame him for thinking you’d walk away. This was pretty insane to think about. However......supernatural tug or not......You just couldn’t be without him. That much had been proven. The painful way.

Gently flicking his nose with your finger, you grinned as he whined like a real wounded puppy and he instantly covered his nose to shelter it from any further attacks. Giggling, you leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead before leaning back and replying casually,

“It’s going to take a lot more than telling me you’re part mutt for me to leave. Lucky for you I like both cats and dogs.”

“Well lucky for you Swiper and I get along pretty well.”

Speaking of the orange kitten, it brought you back to everything that had happened within the last couple weeks and how Jungkook had been there by your side every second of it. Ever since the two of you met, he’s always been there to protect you and care for you. How could you ever turn your back on someone who cared so deeply for you? It was an easy question, you couldn’t. And you wouldn’t.

“Relax, Jeon. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. Because......I think my heat’s back....”

That was how the two of you ended up christening the entire apartment with your newfound love for each other. If anything, this confession of his only seemed to bring the two of you closer as far as love and trust. The two of you allowed yourselves to be open and vulnerable to each other and that took a great amount of trust. Not to mention he now entrusted you with one of his greatest secrets. Not only who he was, but what he was.

“Come on, baby. You can give me one more. Just one more.”

“Jungkook----”

You choked on a moan as he was currently pounding you into the dining table; your cheek pressed into the wood and your hands clawing in front of you, trying to find something to keep you grounded. Voice shaking with every thrust he delivered, you managed to say,

“You said that three rounds ago. I can’t----”

“Yes you can. You can, beautiful. I know you want to. Gotta make sure I breed you good and fill you with my pups.”

But he didn’t stop there. Oh no. He was great with his words when driven by his heat.

���Gonna look so gorgeous with your belly swollen. All round and full with our offspring made from our love making. Your breasts filled with milk to help them grow big and strong just like us.”

The poor boy was drenched in sweat and had went through nearly a whole case of bottled water from his first time with you, up to now. To say both of you were exhausted would be an understatement. Although you were far worse off than him. Being human put you at a huge disadvantage but you took his heat like a trooper. So much so, that Kook began to wonder if you were already part wolf and just didn’t know it.

“K--Kook----M’Gonna cum!!”

“Yes! That’s it, babe! Come on! Sh-Shit! Let me hear you howl as I knock you up!”

You were on the pill so you highly doubted anything would come of this. Sure the pill wasn’t 100% effective but that just meant you’d run to the drug store real quick and get some Morning After pills to ensure that nothing would happen. It wasn’t that you didn’t want kids with him, but it was still extremely early in your guys unique relationship. One thing at a time, here.

The next thing you knew, you were seeing stars and your vision was turning white as yet another orgasm hit you like a truck. How could he make every climax feel as amazing as the first if not better??? You should be passed out by now. Although you weren’t too far from blacking out as you laid there with your body convulsing from the pleasure your boyfriend was delivering.

Trying to calm yourself down, you felt the familiar tightness that came whenever his knot started to form. Dear lord were you ever going to get used to that? Probably not. Perhaps there was a part of you that was inhuman as well? Especially if humans weren’t designed to take a wolf’s knot. Taking deep breaths, you could feel Jungkook on top of you as he also was breathing heavily.

“You’re so perfect. My perfect mate. Taking my knot so well.”

You shivered and let out a small moan. Not from the kiss that he planted to your back, but to the feeling of his hot seed filling your womb. It seemed to come on in spurts rather than just one shot like you were used to from intimate partners in the past. With several minutes passing and Jungkook continuously praising you in his bliss-filled haze, you finally felt him deflate and let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

“Such a good girl. You did so well. Let me take care of you now.”

And just like that, the hungry wolf was gone for another month and back was your loving, dorky boyfriend. He gently eased himself out of your abused hole and was careful to lift you into his arms. Just like every round before, he would lay you down on the couch that was now completely soiled and would need replacing. He’d then proceed to clean you up and help numb any pain you might be experiencing.

The first couple times he did it, all it caused was more arousal. However, you were now too far exhausted to feel even remotely horny or worked up. Nope, you could easily fall asleep right here, on this dirty couch of his. In fact, your eyes had started to droop and close completely but a warm hand was gently tapping your cheek and forced you to look up.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I need to get you in the bath so I can properly clean you up. We can’t have you drowning now, can we?”

“Mmmm. M’sleepy.”

“I know you are, babe. Trust me. You have every reason to be. Hell, I’d be concerned if you weren’t. But I need you to stay awake just a little while longer, okay? Can you do that for me?”

No answer.

“Beautiful?”

It was no use. You were too drained and exhausted. So there he was smiling fondly down at you, his beautiful mate, as you slept in a deep and peaceful sleep. Not to mention well-deserved too. He had to admit, there were a few times where he was anything but gentle and patient. It was crazy how clearly he could think now. Now that the heat wasn’t driving him positively mad.

With a soft sigh, he gently picked you up and cradled you to his chest as he approached the bathroom. Guess he’d just have to take a bath with you to make sure you didn’t drown. What a shame. What a shame, indeed.

After bathing you clean, drying you off, and pulling another extra large t-shirt over your lulling skull, Jungkook carried your still limp form over to his bed since yours was pretty......messy. He may or may not have had a little too much fun using the canopy drapes to hog tie you to your own bed. Turns out bondage was a kink you both shared.

Standing at the foot of his bed with his arms folded across his chest, the young wolf couldn’t help but feel himself swell with pride as he watched you sleeping. In his bed. Gosh you were absolutely stunning. You practically glowed with beauty as you laid there curled up under the covers; sleeping peacefully. Hopefully dreaming sweet dreams like you deserve to.

Knowing that his mate was getting rest and recovering from her breeding, Jungkook could feel his canine instincts kicking in and he started to clean the den just as you had planned to earlier this morning. The least he could do was take care of everything while you rested. After all, you could be carrying his pups now and there was no way he was going to risk you over working yourself.

By the time he could sense you stirring from your slumber, the young male had managed to disinfect the whole house, finish up most of the laundry, and did all the dishes. With the help of the dishwasher, of course. He had been laying next to you and gently running his fingers through your hair while he waited for the last load of laundry to finish drying.

“Mmmm......”

“There she is. There’s my sleeping beauty.”

“I don’t feel like her. I feel like I’ve been trampled on by a herd of elephants.”

He shouldn’t have laughed, but he just couldn’t help it. You were so cute with how you said it. Your eyes still shut and your speech all slurred in grogginess. You were absolutely adorable when still half asleep like this. Jungkook found it so endearing, honestly. You, his beautiful girl. His beautiful she-wolf. Well......not yet. But hopefully one day.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Something to eat? You must be starving, my love. It’s nearly dinner time.”

Just when you were about to reply, you could hear both of your phones go off at almost the same exact time. Which meant it had to be someone from the group text you both were in. Too exhausted to move, you allowed your boyfriend to be the one to check the incoming text message.

“Hmmm. Would you be up for a triple date with Jimin, Taehyung, and the girls?”

It was silent for a moment. In fact, so silent, that the young wolf wondered if you had fallen back asleep. However, just when he was about to reply back to the guys that you were too exhausted, you suddenly spoke up with your eyes still shut,

“Only if you give me a kiss. I think I need a kiss to help me wake up.”

Grinning worthy of a wolf like himself, the male set his phone down before slowly sliding further down till he was laying right up against you, turning you into the little spoon as he whispered against your ear.

“Oh baby girl, there’s a lot better ways I could wake you up. Trust me.”

After playfully tickling you and romping around in the sheets, you surrendered and admitted that you were wide awake just so he’d stop his relentless tickling. Laughing and throwing his arms up in victory, you simply huffed and tried to shove him out of bed. Of course it did zero good because that boy was like solid volcanic rock.

While you dragged yourself into his bathroom to go about your business, Jungkook was still smiling and chuckling as he finally responded to the group chat and confirmed that he and yourself were up for the triple date. Honestly, it sounded pretty fun. Not to mention this was the perfect time to get everything else out in the open. The hardest part was over. You had accepted him and that was more than he could ever hope for.

After using the toilet and washing your hands and face, you took time to fix your hair using one of his combs and realized he wasn’t kidding. The poor boy really did shed like a real canine. The comb was full of his hairs. Smiling to yourself in amusement, you cleaned out the object as best you could by pulling all the hair out and making sure it hit the trashcan on the floor located next to the sink vanity.

By the time you had come back out, your wolf man was lounging on the bed and scrolling through his phone, still not dressed yet. Well.....dressed for an outing, anyway. He was currently sporting a t-shirt and basketball shorts. You never saw him in sweats and now it made sense. He would burn up in them with his natural increased body temperature being a thing. No wonder he kept the thermostat set so far back.

“We gonna get dressed or what, big guy?”

You casually swatted at his foot but he only chuckled and finally put his phone back on the nightstand. Swinging his muscular legs over the side of the bed, you watched him stand up and approach you only to wrap you up in a back hug. Encircling your arms around his own, you smiled up at him only to meet his lips with your own. He had to bend down a bit but that’s okay. You met him half way by standing on your tiptoes a bit.

“I suppose so, little girl. Wear something cute for me, okay? But nothing too short. I can’t have other guys thinking they have a shot with you. You’re mine and only mine.”

You let out a soft yelp when you felt him nip at the shell of your ear. How quickly you had forgotten about his genuine canines and the fact that they were a lot sharper than normal human ones. Pouting and gently stepping on his foot with your own, you felt rather than heard his chuckling as he finally let you go so you could get dressed in the privacy of your own bedroom.

Upon entering your room, you were surprised how clean and tidy it was. The last time you remember seeing your bedroom, it had been a complete mess. Your canopy drapes had been all over the floor but not before being tied around your limbs. Just the memory of that particular round of love making and ‘breeding’ had your cheeks setting ablaze in embarrassment. Never before had a guy tried bondage on you. Turns out it was a huge kink you didn’t even know you had.

Shaking your head to help clear it of such sinful memories, you focused on the task at hand. However, as you were getting dressed, you couldn’t help but wonder about things. Well.....everything, really. Your boyfriend was a werewolf. It still hadn’t quite hit you yet. Even though he had stuffed his stupid wolf knot in you several times today, it still hadn’t fully sunk in mentally.

You wondered if he could turn into a real wolf at will or if it only happened during a cheesy full moon. What color of fur did he have? Since his hair was long and black, did that mean his fur was the same way? Did his eyes ever change color? Instead of being scared or repulsed by his confession, you found yourself being extremely curious and fascinated instead. Did the others know he was a werewolf???

So many questions. Hell, you were genuinely excited to ask him every single one you had. The longer you thought about it, the more and more you wanted to see what he looked like as a real wolf. Smiling to yourself as you thought back on what you wanted to get him for Christmas, you realized that this would be your first one together. It’d be your first Halloween, your first Pepero Day......Gosh. You were in so deep. You really loved this man. Werewolf or not.

You had just covered your face with both hands and let out a muffled squeal of happiness when not maybe three seconds later, said man came barreling through the door to your bedroom. Eyes wide with confusion and fear, he asked a little breathlessly,

“Are you okay, baby girl?”

Feeling extremely embarrassed for the both of you, you quickly uncovered your face and smiled shyly while your blush crept up your neck, covered your face, and even burned the tips of your ears. Nodding bashfully, you admitted just as much.

“Yeah. It’s all good. Just happy to be yours, is all.”

[rhyaxxyn]

WIP Intro: CROSSWATER

You can argue that your home is the W O R S T, the most P E C U L I A R, the C R U E L E S T in the whole of A N D R A S T E, but I know the truth, and the truth is that C R O S S W A T E R is the worst place I’ve ever had the misfortune of living in... 

But it is H O M E.

⇒TITLE: Crosswater

⇒THEMES: Coming of age |  Power and corruption |  Prejudice | War | Self-Reliance | Oppression | Religion | Self Empowerment

⇒RATING: Teen and Up

⇒GENRE: High Fantasy

⇒SUB-GENRE: Dark Fantasy | Romance | Religion | Politics

⇒POV: Third person limited

⇒STATUS: Plotting/Outlining

In the peculiar city of Crosswater strangeness is nothing unusual. But no one mentions the thieves at the edge of town, the quiet Captain of the Guard with a hoard of secrets, the Lord and his wife with ambitious affairs, and the too smart, too good singer. After all, it has always been ordinary to them. 

Then a woman arrives in the city with a wild power no one could’ve predicted. She brings with her soldiers sworn to her name and a sigil of the distant Hell witch empire, Darah. A proposal she hopes they will not ignore. Her name is Nemesis Lorelai Macaria, and she is the last princess of the remaining witches of Hell.

She will have to befriend the master thief with a silver tongue, the siren-like woman who fears nothing and no one, the Captain who will provoke her until she snaps, the rebellious Lady of Crosswater with a quick wit, and the orphan girl from a distant land if she is to succeed in her plan. But first, she must convince them to accept her as who she is. A witch--and a servant of Hell.

It should be easy enough.

Nemesis Macaria: The hero. Crude, abrupt sense of humor. Broken childhood. Unable to empathize with many people. Usually very independent in her adventures. Seems like shes killed a lot of people but no one really knows. Talented in dark witch-craft and necromancy. Eighteen: too young for this but having fun anyway. Keeps her composure no matter what.

Cassius Verlander: The unlikely friend. Loud. Loves challenging authority. Only steals from the rich people of Crosswater because “fuck the bourgeoisie.” Mean but cannot kill anyone. A secret cinnamon roll. Angry. Greatest thief in the Andraste. Loves the black market. Knows the price of everything in your house and everything in your body.

Corvina Naida: An actual goddess. Really sweet and lets it show. Still doesn’t let herself get taken advantage of. That one friend everyone loves. Knows how to manipulate people when she wants to. Unbelievably talented. So much so that Nemesis is thinking that maybe she might just be an actual goddess. Gets ahead of herself. Too confident at times. Will love you unconditionally.

Soter Adrestia: Dick to prick to a genuinely nice guy. Very closed off. Thousands of secrets and not enough time to tell them all. Kills people but always feels guilty about. Likes insulting criminals and strangers who he doesn’t trust even though he’s probably the most untrustworthy person alive. You know the phrase skeletons in the closet? Yeah. He most likely has like fifty tucked away in his. Real ones too.

Orlaith Clearwater: Victim of whoever the fuck thought the patriarchy was a good idea. Hates her husband because she didn’t have a choice. Her life has always been trade agreements. Sick of this bullshittm. Definitely a huge lesbian. Sometimes has more affairs with women than her husband. Will do anything to destroy him. Is going to kill the next person who calls her exotic.

Eris Lada: Loyal as all hell. Would happily kill anyone for Nemesis and not feel an ounce of regret. Seems a lot older than they let on. Totally shocked by the way equality and respect isn’t common in other places. Like, wot? Secretly trying her best but failing. Will not ask for help. Everything she does is reverse psychology.

Apate Gianna: Quiet. Lowkey a huge bitch. Acts tough but really isn’t. Gives off a weird vibe. Orphaned when she was young. Grew up alone. Social queues? What are those? Has she looked at you lately? If so, she probably hates you.

Fervain Clearwater: NO REDEEMING QUALITIES. Probably the worst person alive. Misogynist, racist, homophobic, #godlover. Not even worthy of the title antagonist. Nemesis would have just killed him if not for this damn agreement. Redeeming quality? Killable.

The story of Crosswater takes place in the kingdom of Andraste. It is split in two by the Lethe mountain range. Crosswater lies along the northern coast of Andraste’s western island where the forests are abundant and the temperatures are commonly frigid. Although it is small, it holds an abundance of power over the neighboring kingdoms of Tarasi, Elpys, and Isoldé. Although the western island is the weaker of the two it still holds much political prominence, especially in Crosswater where Fervain has been lord for more than two centuries.

In Crosswater, there are two rivers--one flowing north to south and the other flowing east to west. These rivers are believed to be a center of religious power which allows a greater connection between the citizens of Andraste and The One True. Many will frequently go on a pilgrimage to this location for enlightenment. 

Humans: Within Andraste’s borders humans are the most common. The majority of them lack power and live to 75 on average. Though through rigorous studying beginning at a young age humans can hone an element. Those of which being ice, lightning, wind, earth, nature, mind, space, blood, water, and fire. It can take anywhere from ten to twenty-five years to master an element.

Witches: Witches are creatures belonging either to the Aether or Hell. Andraste and it’s neighboring kingdoms had outlawed witches of Hell after the events of the Holy War. Most witches of Hell were killed off in the drownings, though some do remain hidden in Andraste and outside its circle of power. Those witches of Hell reside in either Kenna or Dhara, of which Andraste has been at a stalemate with for the past six centuries. Witches of the Aether can live up to 2,000 years, and it is rumored that when they pass they are resurrected as angels. No one knows how long witches of Hell live for, due to the fact that they have always been hunted and prosecuted except in Kenna and Dhara where their secrets are well hidden, but many believe that when they do die they come back as demons.

Witches are born with abilities. Witches of hell are more prone to do unnatural magic, while Aether witches do natural magic in order to keep The One True’s order. Though, in cases of great strife, a witch may utilize an opposite power. Even if they are born with abilities witches can work to hone one single ability.

Angels: Rare. Sovereigns among the other species. Frequently in roles of great power. Although none have died natural deaths yet it is shown that they do age slowly and that they can be killed, making them slightly vulnerable. Angels possess the ability to contact The One True, manipulate light, and take possession of other beings, though some do have immunity to their mind control. 

Demons: Despite the fear many feel towards demons very few have met them, and most who did have lived to tell about it. They, unlike Angels, can maintain a deep connection with the Fallen One. Most demons possess the ability to use magic as well as manipulate darkness. Not only that, but they can take possession of beings as well with seemingly no limit to this power.

Dragons: Beings with the ability to shapeshift and manipulate flames, ice, clouds, or water. After many years of interbreeding, bloodlines became diluted, leading to pure bloodlines to quickly take power throughout the four kingdoms.

Nymphs: Guardians of different areas of nature. They serve the world--not Aether or Hell. Sought out in times of confusion because of their natural desire to search for balance.

Ghosts: Creatures that had once served witches during the Holy War. They have the ability to shapeshift into any animal form as well as into apparitions. When their service became unneeded they turned to work in an array of dangerous fields because of their power to shift through solid matter and remain invisible to. 

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this wip is not something I planned to get so into but now that I’ve brainstormed all of this I may begin writing it while I’m editing TNO!!! I do plan on posting OC intros and more on Crosswater though probably not until I’ve finished outlining. Please ask me questions about this so I can keep brainstorming and developing my characters and the plot. 

Let me know if you would like to be tagged in Crosswater content from now on!

[b00bconnoisseur]

60 questions for @not-my-brain

1. selfie.......Ugghhhh ok. Imma take one rn

Ok here u go (yes thats a bmth shirt)

2. what would you name your future kids?.....Ooo hmmm well when i was a kid i really liked the names disney, and mesiah. I didn't know at the time that mesiah was another name for god i think lol. I liked it cause of handlers mesiah. I still do. Ooo and maybe Tj too

3. do you miss anyone?......Yeah. My friends on Pinterest from a year ago. My friend lucas. Stan lee. Bob ross. My cousin who died from cancer some years ago. Snape. Sirius. Lupin. Tonks. Dobby. *continues to name every unfortunate death in hp*

4. what are you looking forward to?.......SE-YA next month!! Its the south eastern young adult festival at this college. You can have meet n greets with authors and alot of stuff its the besstttt

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?......DEFINATELY. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @sammchenry my friend lucas and @septembersbloom. ^^

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?..... What like...romantically? Or like a death? If romantically uhhh idk it took over a couple weeks but im ok now. Ive never had another relationship so idk. If death oof yeah idk maybe. Ig it depends on how much i knew them idk. Like when my nanny (great grandma) died i was sad for days (is that alot?)

7. what was your life like last year?.....Sucky af. Still is. But the highlights of my life last year was getting and making friends on tumblr, going to the tøp concert and going to warped tour, volunteering at the library, going to seya and meeting some of my favorite authors, reading, changing and improving my art, listening to all the bands i listen to now, getting into more fandoms, going to a friends house for the first time

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?.......Yes lol. Some years ago when i couldn't find smtn id be so annoyed and pissed id start crying. I dont now but still lol

9. who did you last see in person?.......Hm ig family doesn't count....? Wait do u mean a friend? If so uhh my friends rebekah, anika, and Judah at a TAB meeting at the library sometime last month.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?......I think so? Like i mean I can hide whenever i get my....time of the month from my mom (talking abt stuff like that with her makes me uncomfortable) and i hid a breakup. And other p big stuff too. So imma say yeah

11. are you listening to music right now?........*pops on earbuds after reading this* yee im listening to bitch lasagna by pewdiepie xD (do i have the best spotify playlist or what?)

12. what is something you want right now?.......To hug @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye but SOMEONE has to live so far away

13. how do you feel right now?........Happy that my earbud still works cause they got washed in the wash yesterday....oops. Its not my fault. I told my dad to remind me to take it out of my jacket pocket before they threw it in but noooooo he forgot

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?.......Uhhhhh fuck idk it was probably from my lil 4 yr old bro sometime last week. Other than him (hes my favorite sibling) i dont let them hug me too much

15. personality description.......Nerdy. Fangirl. "Emo". Tomboy. Hotsause obsessed. Book lover. Music lover. Black. Blue. Harry potter. Introvert. Fall. Sports. Values friendship. Loyal. Uhhhh i cant think of much lol

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?.......*sigh* yes. Yes yes yes. Theres some things abt me, or my life really, that i havent told anyone on here or my irl friends that i sooooo want to so bad but i haven't cause i feel like they'd feel bad and pity me and i don't want that

17. opinion on insecurities........I dont really understand this one. Everyones insecure abt something. Is this askin like if i think its ok or not? I say its ok. Im insecure about literally everything about me. My face. My personality. My socialness. My art. What i do. What i say. Basically my whole body. The things i feel good abt are my books, music taste, and my friends (ily fuckers)

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?.........Hmm this time around a year ago....idk its sorta the same but all the stuff i mentioned abt my year from last year didn't happen yet so nah tho my life sucks rn its better than this time last year

19. have you ever been to New York?........Nooo but i want too soo baddd i wanna visit @septembersbloom !! Im coming for ya soon gramps *does the eye watching thing* my dads been to nyc before tho cause he does construction and he had a concrete job to do there. It was a 23 hr drive for him

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?........Uhhh idk!!! So hard! Maybe.....the whole thats the spirit album by bmth ;)

21. age and birthday?.....15 yrs of age and September 27th 2003 (whats yours brainy? I'll put it on my calendar)

22. description of crush......Its weird idk im not sure if its a genuine crush or not but uh....They like hp :).Thats all u get

23. fear(s).......Losing my best friend @dirtysocke and my other friends. Death. Failure. Momo chasing after me then killing me slowly keeping my eyes open to look her dead in the eyes while i die

24. height......5'6 call me short and I'll fuck u up with THIS *pulls out trusty potato peeler named now steve* dont test me boi

25. role model......Hhhhhhhh so many! But uh gosh one of them is @superraedizzle (youtuberrrr) and vexx and bob ross and da vinci and aaaaaaa so many

26. idol(s)......First person that immediately comes to mind is @sammchenry cause he's super cool and he's really nice and his art's reallyyy good (if u havent seen it w-w-what are u even doin with your life?) And he has a great sense of humor and *continues to ramble about why samms the best*

27. things i hate.......Dabs. Transphobes. Homophobic ppl. Basically any hate on the lgbtq+ community. Bullies. The ship starker. Umbridge. Snape haters

28. i’ll love you if….....U you'll eat pizza, draw, and rp harry potter with mee

29. favourite film(s)......Fantastic beasts. Every hp film. Twilight. The maze runner 1-2. The hunger games. Spiderman homecoming. Kingsman: secret service. Into the spideyverse tho i havent seen it yet

30. favourite tv show(s)......Inkmasterrrrr. B99. The mick. The middle. Uhhh idk mostly ink master xD

31. 3 random facts........Ive never had shrimp. I had a beta fish for over a year once. Im eating pizza crust rn

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?.......G i r l s. I have all girl friends irl and one boy. And on tumblr it seems like i just meet girls? Likei agree with @cristal-kyd1280 its like alot more gals then dudes here. But i do have some guy friends on here too. But mostly girls

33. something you want to learn.......TO DRAW ANATOMY DAMMIT

34. most embarrassing moment........Every moment of my lifes an embarrassing moment. Idk of i can pick a "most" embarrassing one. But one time i i sent my crush (now ex bf) a hey fuckface and like some hearts or whatever for an ask game that meant like "i have a crush on u" "youre adorable" etc and said Hewo but i did it all anonymously. But he confronted me askin if i sent it cause im the only person he knows that actually says hewo lol. Then later on i finally admitted i really liked him and well y'all know the story after i think. Unless you're new

35. favourite subject.......A R TTTT OFC

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?........meet my friends on tumblr. Get into mtsu (college i wanna go to) and study art. And go skydiving

37. favourite actor/actress........favorite actor uhhhhhh probably thomas brodie sangster or tom felton and my favorite actress? Hmmm idk maybe evanna lynch (luna lovegood)

38. favourite comedian(s).......probably kevin hart lol he's p funny

39. favourite sport(s)........basketballllllll and football

40. favourite memory........uhhhhh idk?? One oh my favorite memories was when we went to see tøp in concert

41. relationship status.....single as a pringle

42. favourite book(s)......harry potter and the order of the pheonix. Harry potter and the half blood prince. Simon vs the homo sapiens agenda. Divergent. Maze runner. Twilight. Fangirl. Fallen. Red queen

43. favourite song ever.......TOO HARD DONT MAKE ME CHOOSEEEEEE

44. age you get mistaken for.........16 and 17 sometimes lol

45. how you found out about your idol........i was watching someone on yt and superraedizzle always poped up in my feed and my mom turned on one of her vids cause she always saw her vids too now ive seen most of em i love her. Id heard of vexx but never watched him and i was watching a collab from anthony miller art and shrimpy and i checked out shrimpys channel and was lookin at comments and alot of ppl said his art is like vexxs so i checked out vexx. At first i was like eh ok. Now i cant click fast enough when he posts a vid. And i actually fpund out about bob ross from my grandpa on jan 20 2017 when trump was getting sworn in or whatever. We turned on pbs and my grampa told me to look and bob ross was on and i was IN. I loved it. I even started watching full episodes on YouTube of the joy of painting after that. Wonderful man. My first painting i ever did i think was when i followed one of his tutorials xD (i didnt know it was popular at the time)

46. what my last text message says......."ok your turn"

47. turn ons.....uhh nerds ig idk um book lovers, music lovers, art lovers, potterheads, idk and nice ppl

48. turn offs......jerks. Homophobia. Idk ig whatever i said in things i hate

49. where i want to be right now......uhhhh idk wait didn't i already answer this? Ok this ones different ig so uhh with my friend lucas

50. favourite picture of your idol.....oh shit...favorite? Idk xD i have a fave of vexx but not of rae or bob. But heres pics of them any way

51. starsign......a libraaaaa boiii

52. something i’m talented at......drawing and speed reading. Thats about it lol. Oh and procrastina

53. 5 things that make me happy.......ooooo art, my friends here on tumblr, books, harry potter, and music ^^

54. something thats worrying me at the moment.....if my friend thinks im being annoying

55. tumblr friends......hhhhh so manyyyyyy. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @chinesewaffles2 @kingantlion @queen-baelin @sammchenry @septembersbloom and more

56. favourite food(s)......green beans, pepperoni pizza, and vanilla madelines

57. favourite animal(s).......basically any reptile. Puppies. Cats. Any animal really but my #1 are snakes

58. description of my best friend.....well she's a tiny bean (5 feet) and she has dark hair, she wears glasses, she doesnt take shit, she's in love with Josh dun, she's awesome, funny, nice (YES youre nice jackie) and shes the best friend ive ever had. Oh. And she has a weird obsession with spaghetti

59. why i joined tumblr.......well i heard abt it on Pinterest over a year ago but didnt want it. Then @mrfastbass-deactivated20181231 on DeviantArt said he got tumblr so i made one then followed him and figured id just post art and that's it cause i thought tumblr was boring as hell when i first got it. Now im p much obsessed with it

60. ask me anything you want.......go ahead brainy shoot. Give me smtn good

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

Chapter 4

The trek back home was a relatively quiet one, both of them stuck in an awkward silence and sifting through their individual thoughts. That is, until a flash of lightning came from overhead chased by mere seconds by the crackling boom of thunder. The sudden noise made Chie jump and bury her face into Yosuke’s shoulder, a rather adorable squeak coming from the pudgy Persona user. Tightening her grip around his waist, he looses a noise of his own in surprise. “W-whoa, Chie, what the hell?” The sudden shock caused him to jerk slightly but he was able to right them before anything bad happened.

Rain soon starts to pour down on the pair, forcing him to pull off to the side, reaching a little rest spot with an awning and vending machines. Switching off his scooter, he cranes his neck to see the girl shivering, out of fear and a little bit from the heat being sapped by the rain that had drenched the both of them in a short period of time. Even with it being in the warmer months, a quick shower like this can really cool things off. Loosing a sigh, he works the both of them off of his scooter and onto the bench, her grip hardly loosening as another bolt screeches across the skies.

“You’re still terrified of storms?” He asks, a concerned look on his face. The only reply he earns his a nod as she keeps her face buried in his shoulder. He can feel her shaking like a leaf in the wind and there’s a bit of warm liquid seeping through his shirt. An awkward arm reaches around her shoulders as he pulls her into an embrace he hopes is comforting, his hand rubbing circles on her upper back. A quick thought springs to mind as he reaches into his bag and pulls out his old headphones, the same pair he always wore in the television. “Chie, put these on. It’ll help drown out the storms.” Her head moves just enough to see what he was referring to and she allows him to put them on her head, her arms still firmly coiled around him as her still full gut pressed into his lithe frame.

Clicking the jack into his phone, he starts up some music from a movie soundtrack... Trial of the Dragon to be specific. Sure, it wasn’t his usual wheelhouse, but he still enjoyed the movie and the music from it. Plus, he thought it better to put something on he knew she loved. It seemed to work, her hold on him becoming a little bit more comfortable, allowing him to breathe a little easier. It helped a little bit that the strikes of lightning seemed to let up a little bit, but the downpour certainly didn’t. Looks like they’d be stuck here for a little while.

Partway into the soundtrack, Chie moves the headphones and takes a look out to the skies, her eyes a mite puffy from the tears she shed. Deeming it safe for the moment, she removes them outright and hands them over to Yosuke. “Th-thanks.” Her voice was still a little shaky, not to mention the proximity made her a little bit shy. “Uh, sure thing.” He nods, taking his headphones and exiting out of his music player. “‘s not like I could let ya sit there and suffer. I mean, I know I made jokes about it before, but... I didn’t mean anything bad about it.” A soft smile was on his face, brightening the mood just a little bit. “Still, I knew it was supposed to rain, but I thought it’d come later. Mariko’s usually good about her forecast...” Little did they know, she shifted a few things around just in case as a favor to Yu. They’d either be stranded in Okina for a little while or this exact scenario would’ve played out, either way, they’d have been forced to spend some extra time together due to the plan of the fool.

“Yeah... oh well. It’s not all bad, I guess.” Which was true in her opinion. While things might be a little weird between them at the moment, she’s glad that they’re hanging out. Yosuke’s a good guy in her books, overall. Someone she’s had a great deal of fun with, someone she’s been able to rely on in both battle and as friends. Sure, he’s a bit of a klutz and sometimes says the wrong thing or might perv on the girls a bit, but she knows he’s a good person at heart, trying to add a bit of light and humor to the world in his own way. Plus, when he’s not tripping over his feet, he’s actually a pretty good fighter and dancer and kinda hot... huh, where did that thought come from? And also why did it make her feel so warm and giddy when he was staring at her and even when he complimented her legs and... her pudgy gut. It wasn’t like she was oblivious to the weight she put on, and it’s not entirely slowing her down in her training either, just a few kilos she can’t seem to lose. Oh, and let’s not forget that spark that ran up her spine from the accidental poke to her squishy center along with how great he is to cuddle... Geez, now she’s even more confused.

“Earth to Chie... hellooooo?” Waving a hand in front of her face, she blinks a couple of times before realizing he was talking to her. “Huh, wha? What is it?” Her voice didn’t even remotely hide that she was in a daze. “I asked if you wanted something to drink while we’re stuck here.” Jerking a thumb to the vending machines next to them, his grin grew a little bigger as he caught her unaware. “Oh... sure.” Loosening her arms, he is able to escape her grasp for a moment to grab a bottle. A thought runs through the both of their heads about missing that warmth they shared in those few moments apart and he’s quickly planted himself next to her with bottle in hand. “Aaaaand it looks like they only had the one thing left. Guess my luck still isn’t too great, huh?” He jokes, handing it over to her. It’s enough to make her chuckle as she popped it open and took a swig, her nerves jumping around still as she hands the bottle back to him. With him taking a drink and handing it back, they sat and listened to the rain, sharing indirect kisses through their beverage without even realizing it.

“S-so... you, uh... you like fat chicks, huh?” Smooth Chie... “What brought that up?!” Voice cracking as he turns to her, face dyed red once again. “Well, if we’re stuck here for a bit, we might as well talk about it. So, yes or no?” Even with her being a bit embarrassed about it, not to mention admitting that she’s gotten a bit fat, she needs to know so they can work things out.

“I... w-well, yeah, I do, but it’s more than that with you, Chie!” With them out in the middle of nowhere like this, he’s not as worried about being looked at funny for shouting. “You’re such a fun, kickass person to be around! You don’t mind my jokes, it’s really easy to talk to you, and I don’t ever feel like I need to hide who I am around you. You put me at ease just about as much as you put me on edge, not to mention you’re way hotter than you give yourself credit for!”

She’s taken aback by this sudden spilling of his guts. It’s still odd to her that someone thinks she’s that attractive or that she’s really that fun to be around. Her self confidence might be a bit higher and less of an act than it was a year and a half ago, but she still had her issues. But rather than staying on the backpedal, she’s going to take the offense back at him. “You know, you’re a pretty great person to hang out with too. While you might make jokes, I know you don’t really judge me about what I like... and... it’s nice to know that you think I’m... w-well, that. But you should know that you’re pretty hot in your own right. I’ve seen the way you move... you have this weird sense of fluidness to your actions when you’re not tripping over your own feet, not to mention how calm and happy you make me feel normally, even when you also happen to piss me off. I just... I dunno, I thought you liked Rise and Yukiko more than me...” She hated feeling jealous of her friends like that, especially when it came to boys like Yu and Yosuke. Maybe she’s been harbouring feelings for the lanky lad for a bit longer than she realized before.

Hearing her tirade sent him reeling. “Chie... I do like Rise and Yukiko, they’re our friends. But... don’t think of yourself as a consolation prize. You’re amazing in your own right, and anyone lucky enough to be with you is the luckiest person in the world.” Holy shit, when did he get so smooth. Looks like some of those charm lessons from Narukami paid off, even if he’s genuinely speaking from the heart. “Yosuke... I...” With a deep breath, Chie pulls him into another embrace, a much more tender, heartfelt one this time around. Her neck craned, she looks up into his eyes and stares deep into them, him replying in kind as their lips hover near each other. Mere millimeters apart as the rain around them ceases and time seems to slow. “The rain stopped...” He idly says before she musters the confidence and closes the gap. It was light, but fiery, a hidden passion shared between the two that built up over the course of time that they spent together finally being released in this short moment before they pulled away slowly. “I really like you.” They tell each other in unison, unsure if it was safe to say the ‘L’ word at this time. But, it seemed like this sufficed for the both of them at the moment as waves of joy flew through the pair, grins growing on both of their faces before a fit of laughs filled them both. It looks like they’ve figured out at least a little bit about what they mean to each other.

[astridxreyes]

W H O    A R E    Y O U?

ASTRID REYES

AGE: 28 APPEARANCE: Astrid rarely wears makeup and, when she does, she wears a bare face kind of "no makeup" makeup look. She likes fashion and likes experimenting with clothes, but often is seen in more plain jane clothes in an attempt to blend in (ex. t-shirt, jeans , sweaters, white sneakers). GLASSES/CONTACTS? She has glasses that she occasionally wears, but only to help her blend in as a "human" who needs reading glasses. TATTOOS? She has a matching tattoo with her friend Liv (who she accidentally turned into a harpy) that says "to infinity" across her rib cage (here); A couple of watercolored little birds on her right collar bone (here); stay gold tattooed across her left wrist (here); a tattoo that says 'but without the dark, we'd never see the stars' on her left upper thigh (here); a little anchor on the back of her neck (here); and a little elephant on the back of her ankle (here). SCARS OR BIRTHMARKS? Astrid has a couple different scars on her body. She has some scars on her hips and her wrists from TW: self harm; Her left wing doesn't tilt exactly right and a has a scar across from it; she has a tiny little scar that can barely be seen across her right temple. RICH OR POOR? Astrid grew up in poverty and although her adopted family is very wealthy, she lives a lower middle class lifestyle not wanting to borrow money from them. SPECIFIC TICK OR MANNERISM? She fidgets with her hair when she's nervous, often switching up her part from one side to the other or fidgeting with the hem of her skirt or shirt as she talks to people; she also has a tendency to rock back and forth slightly on the balls of her heels and nibble on her bottom lip.

P E R S O N A L I T Y ?

What is your idea of perfect happiness? 

“I don’t really know if I believe in perfect happiness anymore, but I guess if I had to pick I’d say that moment when I just forget where I am. When the world around me fades away and I just can exist without the past or... fear of the future.” If she had to pick a specific moment, she knew it would have been when she was flying, high above the trees, far away from any source of people whom she could hurt, where she could just sing to her hearts content, letting the wind kiss her cheeks.

What is your greatest fear? 

Being found out, being sent to prison or even worse, transferred. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare the shit out of me, excuse my language, to be sent somewhere- anywhere- away. But, I think the part of me that scares me more is what would happen to my family- the Reyes who took me in when they didn’t have to- and my friends like Liv. I did this to her, I scratched her. I turned her. I ruined her life and, because of me, she might end up spending the rest of it behind bars. And Damien- he already lost so much. I wonder if he’d even look at me again if I ruined what was left of his family, Astrid couldn’t help but think. But, she wouldn’t ever dare mutter it out loud.

What is your biggest pet peeve or trait you deplore in yourself? 

“There’s kind of too many to list. But, I guess if I had to pick I’d say just not feeling able to be myself? Or even really knowing who I am? I sometimes see other people around my ages, fooling around laughing and letting loose. You know, those people who are the focus of every group they’re apart of, who make you laugh out loud and are just magnetic? Those people who everyone can’t help but be drawn to? I see them and I get jealous, so freaking jealous, because I can never be like that. And it’s not just because-” Because she was undeclared. “I just- sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in my own body. In my own skin. Like no matter who I’m around or what I do, I’m on edge and petrified of being myself, of letting people in, of getting hurt again, of having someone take something of mine that wasn’t theirs to take. I hate that I don’t feel safe, that I haven’t felt safe since I was like 10 years old and will probably never feel safe again and- and I hate when I look at these bright amazing people, I know deep down that I’m not one of them and I probably never will be, I guess...”

What is your biggest pet peeve or trait you deplore in others? 

“I don’t know? I don’t really know if there is one. But, maybe being entitled? Those people who feel like the world belongs to them and everything is for their taking even if it’s not?”

Which living person do you most admire? 

“I have two. My mom and dad. My adopted mom and dad. They took me in and gave me everything. Not just a home, but a family even if it was far from easy. They’re kind of the coolest people in the world and I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

Which living person do you most despise? 

“I don’t know if he’s alive anymore, but...” Charlie...

What is your greatest extravagance?

“College? I only went for a year and a half before it was just too much to keep paying for on my own, but it’s definitely the most I’ve probably ever spent on anything.”

What do you consider the most overrated virtue? 

“Maybe faith? I don’t just mean in the ‘higher power’ sense. I mean just hope. Believing that everything is going to be okay, even if the world is falling apart at the seams?”

On what occasion do you lie? 

“I kind of lie everyday, now-a-days. About who I am? Where I came from? But, I guess I lie the most when I tell people ‘I’m fine’.”

“What is the quality you like most in a significant other?

“Optimism? Or maybe humor? If someone can make me smile or let my walls down, they’re a-okay in my book.”

 Do you have a catchphrase? Which words or phrases do you most overuse? 

“Maybe ‘Gosh Darn it?’”

Who or what is the greatest love in your life? 

“Fiyero Tigelaar. And if you know who that is, then you probably know why.” She’s a little theater nerd and fell in love with singing and the stage.

When and where were you happiest? 

“The first time I flew across the lake. I kind of had a whole Harry Potter riding a hippogriff, moment. It’s was pretty awesome.”

Which talent would you most like to have?

“Shapeshifting would be pretty cool, but I’d settle on getting over my stage fright?” Or singing without the possibility of accidentally paralyzing someone or knocking them out... Kind of puts a damper on being a broadway star and all.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? 

Being Declared without having to go to jail, would be pretty cool? She couldn’t help, but think.

If you could pick up and go anywhere, where would you most like to live? 

“Just get me anywhere in Europe with a backpack and I’ll be happy.”

What is your most treasured possession? 

“My Hello Kitty backpack. It’s silly and cheesy, but it’s all I’ve got from before I ran away, so...”

What do you value most in your friends?

“Faith, trust, and I have yet to find someone with pixie dust, but that would be cool too.”

Who is your hero of fiction? 

“Elle Woods. She got into Harvard. You know, not like it’s hard or anything.”

What historical figure do you most identify with? 

“Amelia Earheart. She was the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean and she just never let anything hold her back. I don’t know if I’m anything like her, but I want to be.”

What is your greatest regret? 

“Not getting out fast enough when Charlie... when I was turned.”

What is your life’s motto?

“If you’ve seen Warm bodies-”

Would you describe yourself as being an optimist or a pessimist?

“Optimist. I’d say I’m a glass half full type of person, but I drink water too fast to have half of anything left.”

Introvert or Extrovert? 

“Introvert aka a not so closeted loner... I really should get that on a t-shirt.”

How do you hope others will see you? 

“Hooman?”

How are you seen by others currently? 

“Nice? Which I kind of hate by the way. I mean being nice is great and all. At least, I’m not the devil or anything, even if our pastor might disagree if he-” learned the truth. “But, in my experience, nice is kind of the go-to-word to describe someone you know nothing about.”

How do you see yourself? 

“Like Tracey Turnblad shoved inside a scrappy filipina body.”

How do you react to praise? 

“Last time someone complimented me, I’m pretty sure I flailed my arms and made a sound that could best be described as an awkward dinosaur noise? So not great.”

How do you react to criticism? 

“I thrive in it. My self-esteem loves being taken down a notch. But, in all seriousness, I try to prove them wrong and often end up doing something I’ll probably regret like doing a weird rollerblade dance routine to Stayin’ Alive. Clearly, one of my finer moments.”

Do you often make snap judgements or take time to consider? 

“I’d like to think I’m a rational thinker, but... did I mention the Staying’ Alive boogy dance? On Roller blades?”

Do you think you lead more with your head or your heart? 

“Bu-dum, bu-dum, bu-dum...  I was trying to make a heart sound and the second I did, I instantly regretted it.”

When was the last time you cried? 

“When half of the ice cream in my cone fell on the ground. What? It was a very traumatic experience.” Even, though she knew it was actually when her parents asked her if they could adopt her. Happy tears.

What is your guilty pleasure? 

“The Bachelor franchise. It’s like watching a car crash. It’s horrifying, but you can’t look away. That or singing to show tunes in my car at the top of my lungs when no one’s watching or sitting in the taco ball parking lot eating a quesarito while... also listening to showtunes. And then I end up ordering dominos and make the deliver guy knock on my window like I’m doing some shady drug deal when in actually it’s just for cookie brownies and those parmesan bread knots... I have a lot of guilty pleasures.”

When was the last time you showered? 

“This morning and every morning like a hygienic person?”

Are you the type of person who talks in the movie theater? 

“No. Unless it’s a horror movie. Then, you’ll find me curled up in my chair, peaking through the cracks in my fingers covering my eyes, screaming at the characters not to go in the room and asking them why in the world they’d be asking if anyone’s home when they hear a creepy noise upstairs, as if the killer is just going to respond with ‘oh hi love! I’m just making myself a sandwich. But, don’t worry. I’ll be down in a giffy to kill ya.’”

Are you more of an indoor cat or an outdoor bird? 

“I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane-” (Cue Five for Fighting - Superman) She’s an outdoor person.

Are you a fan of Harry Potter and, if so, what would be your Hogwarts house? 

“Honey badgers don’t care.” She’s a huge Harry Potter fan and a Hufflepuff all the way.

Do you like superheroes and, if so, which character is your favorite? DC or Marvel? 

“Yes! And Kitty Pryde aka Shadowcat.”

Did you used to play Pokemon? And if so, what be your starter Pokemon? 

“Yes! And in the versions I’ve played, Squirtle and Piplup.”

Star Wars or Star Trek? Or neither?

“Both?”

If you were in the Hunger Games, what would be your game plan? 

“Hide?” Hide until I get caught and then fly up real high or sing until anyone who tried to attack me gets stunned so that I can escape?

If the zombie apocalypse happened today, how would you defend yourself?

“I’m a goner anyways, so...” ZOMBIE HARPY HERE I COME!

What’s the first thing you do when you’re home alone?

“Slide across the floor like I’m Tom Cruise in Risky Business while singing ‘What Dreams are Made Of’ into a hairbrush like Hillary Duff.”

What is the most overplayed song you listen to? 

“Defying Gravity or Satisfied. Can you tell I used to be a theater kid in High School?”

Do you believe in a thing called love?  (cue the Darkness song…) 

“I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down I believe in a thing called love Ooh!...

too much?”

Do you believe in love at first sight? 

“No. I believe in lust at first sight, but when you think about the cliche disney fall in love moments- Prince Charming couldn’t even recognize Cinderella when she didn’t have a big ball gown on and, in Snow White, which also was Prince Charming funny enough... he was kind of a stalker and necrophiliac? And yeah... I don’t know if I want that personally.”

If you could travel to any period in time, future or past, where would it be? 

“I’m kind of happy now, to be honest. Even though I wouldn’t mind reliving the early 2000′s again?”

Have you committed a crime? 

“Who? Me? Nooooo.... Never....” I’m literally undeclared so... you do the math?

If you could commit a crime and get away with it, what would it be? 

I’d like to continue being undeclared without being caught, thank you very much.

If you found yourself trapped in an elevator with a group of strangers, what would be the first thing you’d do? 

“Panic? I’ve seen Tower of Terror and I have no want to be the little girl in that movie.”

[kyandice]

CANDICE EDIT THIS UGLY SHIT WHEN U HAVE THE FUCKING TIME

this is an ugly unedited one it has been in my drafts for like 2 months already. so whatever i just posting it. ill edit it if i have the time. thins is is i actually edited half way and MY FUCKING COMPUTER FUCKING CRASHED SO I GAVE UP  and yeahhh ill just post this ugly unedited one and ill edit it again WITH PROPER ENGLISH WHEN I HAVE THE TIME. idk i just cqnt see stuff in my drafts i just havre to post it and yewah wtf.

this unedu=ited stuff is just me writing key poiunts about my day and not like urghhhhhhh i hate this commmmmm. normally i would describe more but i dont want it in my drafts anymore so ill edit it when im free OKAYYYY.

1/3 

Hahahahahah lmao this was the date when i got tgt with K 3 years ago.(omg i still rmb, but tbh its nth special i just rmb useless stuff pretty well)  Never wanted to date a guy again even i with crushes back in sec sch. but anyways, today i went to Sentosa w/ B and he seemed to really like the artificial fiels alot but it was like in the afternoon so it was still kinda hot and yeahhhh. Like it would be much nicer at night. There will be like alot of stars and fireworks too and it will be more windy and cooling idk but it will be nicer at night and i want to spend the night w/ B there again. Oh yeah anyways ystd B bought me the batgirl lego keychain and B told me that batgirl had sex with batman and im shoooked.

2/3 and like today we planned to go to his house anddd then go to parkway parade to some lego secret chambers shop. i went out early cuz my junior wanted to pass me her lego characs but she couldnt make it so i was alr at bishan so i just went to tpy and wait for bryan o wake and meet me so i called him at 11am but he woke up and shouted at me so i just like nvmmmm so i went to the library and went window shopping around tpy and i also went popular 1pm i didnt want to call him up but i was like ugh nvm and called him.. and yay he finaally woke up wna read tuesday with morrie, all the fifty shades of grey and in grey's pov n miss peregrine's home for peculiar children but we still went to parkway parade anyays and he asked me to watch letters from iwo jima so i watched it at night and bryan wanted to watch the breakup list on toggle but it kept playing ads and it just wouldnt play the video so b got alittle pissed 3/3 logan, training (our 8th movie)

4/3 finishing crocheting my first thinggg the bear thing shoud i give it to bryan would he want it so today b was vvvv kinda excited this video thing with ck and cez and im like vvv happy for him cuz he can do smthing he rlly likes with cool n funny ffriends. also he said that he didnt want us to go public at first cuz he was afraid that ppl might tease us he said he was afraid i might be ffrustrated but tbh i was hella frustaratred i dont see the point of hiding our rship but im glad werre like opene now and so at night i went to ikea and b messaged me but i was busyt walking and i didnt recieve his msg but i didnt like lock my phone so it was read. but like it was in my pockets and like my mom doesnt allow me to play my phine whenever im walking but yeah anyways b was angry hat i didnt reply him. we sorta quarreled awhile but we were kinda okay after that i guess. wtf sia today midnight i have to distribute stuff to the homeless ppl in bugis and i was wearing a short paanyts and my mom tied this weird looking scarf i swear i look like some carzy hobo youngster wtf.

5&6/3 sneaked out of house, slept over at his house and after that i went to tpy first while he showers, ate and went home early to pack for camp stuff wna stay over at his house again it was fun we tried to watch moanna but was kinda sleepy

7/3 day 1 of camp. slept with b outised tgt

8/3 day 2 of camp (-met javier and sihui -every camps i go i get very angry -shoulder, water balloon) larn cpr and aed the skit thing worst grp ever

9/3 day 3 of camp water activities we won

10/3 tkd training

11/3

-wtf nxt week go msia (wanted to go work) -quarreled with bteh. cuz i cant go out but he wants me to go out -yyour suffering defines you without it yore a void -japan and korea with bryan -my parents -i want more lego charac -money - i cant wait for tmr for ilighhtsss i want to take like alooot pictures tgt with bryannnn styled hair -nicole choo idk why im still so insecure like i know pretty clearly that im decent looking. decent looking enough to make friends, have a job and not get ostracised in society. and well if you arent good looking enough you'll be made fun off/ostracised in society and thats how humans work. and now everywhere you see are pretty girls and how can any girls feel not insecure. Okay, i have a flat and fat nose. i want to have a sharper and thinner nose like michelle. i have pretty small boobs and i want boobs like naomi. my shoulders are too wide from playing softball, i want a smaller width shoulders like grace. my tummy isnt flat i want a flat tummy. and thing is those are pretty famous girls in like sg and im not even talking abt kim kard or emma wats or like jennifer lawr. omg i dont even know where im going with this im just literally typing all my thoughts down. okay and the boys here???? they all follow those people and im pretty sure they compare them over the normal girls in sch. omg what am i even talking abt. i feel silly even typing this out. but okay if your beauty standards doesnt reach like the norm in society you srsly wouldnt have friends. unless youre realllll rich or your sense of humor is rlly rlly great.

12/3 didnt quarrel but we  were obv upset with each other it was a fun day tho when to see i lights took alot pictures ate llaollao no money

20/3 best s ever went home after it bteh gg aunts house today

his flight will be tmr 21/22 job interview got the job bryaan in flight abt cosplay how i dont have frinds

25/03 bryan found my private twitter accnt                                    bteh tole me abt a girl he liked when he was in korea idk if anyone realised but ive got a really really really bad habit. its weird really. but its a thing ive been doing since young and i never talked to anyone about it before. so actually, when im nervous, or stressed out, or just couldnt take my mind off smthing, i would like start peeling or plucking my nails. okay many people do this but, i ahve a weirder one andddd omg i think i will regret saying this. So actually, i pluck i my hair when im nervous, stressed out or just thinking abt smthing i cant ignore. so back in primary 4 i was doing this math practice paper and i couldnt do any those 6marks big problem sums and i was fking stressed out. and well my habit of plucking my own hair started really really young. and at P4 my mom saw me crying

26 toc competition firdst fight win second fight lose how i dont wna fight nationals cuz my weight cat all got national player lose my chance to win gold cant even get silver r came today

29/ power rangers

30 wanted to go coney island with rapheal and jill and bryan but it rained so we went to lan and gamed without jill bryan pushed me and i banged into someone in the end see museums some forest thing the ligths vvv pretyy

28/hotel

31/ hotel went to work after that talk about work made bryan that key chain clp diner and dance

1/4 learn bst bts for club crawl played boomberang didnt workkk aot is out!!!!!!

2/4 today i need to go mountbatten cc to practice my poomsae my poomsae lousy i dont think i can pass at first try anyways president of stf is milan quey idk if i spelt his name properly but yeah. before that ate yellow sub with B will nvr eat there again portion is small yet expensive and food isint so nice at all but since i get to eat with b im vvvv gladdd

3/4 today i went early to B's house. after that met up with madeline and shirlyn to watch boss baby and the movie was quite nice i thought i wouldnt like it and then we ate pepper lunch and omg osaka is a vvv small place like shirlyn went evrywhere i visited like a a year ago

4/4 AND I WOKE UP WITH BTEH lose his doibok and he couldnt find it my maid threathened to take a mail for my mom cuz she lazy walk and she wants me to do it but i was late

5/4 there was demo training we played table tennis for awhile and bteh is good at it, ok maybe its just that i suck at it but yea theres was fmo so we slacked at tg until demo tng started so at night he said hes tired but idk that he wanted to sleep soon and he was like stop it and i was like stop wat but he ttly just shut me off and then i got pissed cuz i would nvr do that to him

6/4 i had to meet herman but like after meeting him timetable i realised i forget to bring my wallet somethimes im torn in beteen like just not gg out with bteh cuz i have no money to eat or spend his money again he keeps saying its okay but its really not okay im just not comfortable like someone spending so much on me i owe money so he told me his specs broke ttly

One of the things dreams do for us is prepare us for worse case scenario. The dream that is closest to reality about a loved one leaving us prepares the mind for the pain that can be inflicted upon us. It creates a probability. That means it could happen, it means it’s a fear you have, and being such your mind protects your psyche in a way to allow you to feel the emotions of the event, even though the event never occurred.

13 reasons why felt like  th main charac like back in sec sch all i wanted was just to finish my olevels and go to poly so i can be a whole new person. someone who i wanted to be withouht anyone laughing at me

1au away from sol 1au measurement unit like light or smthing sol is latin from sun porbbaly it