#i don’t want to take up space or be seen pleaseeeee no

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next few days are going to be really really badddddddddd lol okay. okay.

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BTS Reaction || Too Hot To Cuddle [Request]

A/N: Having a heat wave so can relate! I want this heat gone pleaseeeee that being said the temp is being measured in celicious

Seokjin:

When Jin came home from tour he'd expected to be welcomed with open arms which had happened at the airport when it was cooled and air-conditioned but the second you got home to your apartment to sleep it all went away. He tried to hold you close to him but you backed off from him, not wanting anyone to touch you when the heat was this bad. You'd never been a fan of the heat so having an extremely hot summer was awful, not to mention having a boyfriend who wanted to hug and hold you through the night,

"I haven't seen you in months," He whined as you told him for the seventh time in the last fifteen minutes that you didn't want to cuddle with him tonight.

"Jin...It's 35 degrees inside and outside forgive me if I don't feel like cuddling." You grumbled at him and he whined out about how much he'd been missing you since he went away and all he wanted to do was come home and spend time with you.

"I love you Jin but please, it's so hot I can't breathe." He grumbled something at you and turned to lay the other direction.

(X)

The next morning you woke up and it was cooler in the house, you snuggled up against Jin's back put he pushed you away, claiming it was too hot and how he didn't want to.

"You're such a baby!" You pouted looking at him and then pouting out your bottom lip, you knew he could never resist you being like this.

"No, stop it! I won't give in this easily!" He yelled covering his eyes but you started to whine about how much you'd missed him, doing the same thing he had done to you the night before only louder and more annoying.

"Fine!" He wrapped his arms around you and you giggled in excitement.

Yoongi:

For the fourth night in a row, it was too hot in your apartment to sleep so you made your way to Yoongi's studio, you knew he had air-con and you were going to be able to get a decent night sleep for the first time in a while. Yoongi smiled seeing you walk into the studio but it faded when you got onto the sofa and closed your eyes, he assumed you'd come by to see him so he went to go up and spoon you only to be shocked when you told him not to touch you.

"It's too hot, even with your fancy air-con, don't even think about it." He laughed at how you were acting, as though this was the worst thing in the entire world.

"It might be funny to you Yoongles but I haven't had a decent night sleep in days, I'm tired, hot and want to sleep for a week." He kissed the top of your head and began playing with your hair, trying to be the nice kind of boyfriend to help you drift off but it was having the opposite effect. It only made you want to push him away,

"I just want to cuddle you." He whined and you sighed turning over on the sofa so you were facing him and he couldn't try to spoon you.

"Too hot." You mumbled to him and he started pouting, physically pouting. No one would ever believe he acted this way unless they came in right now and he only ever acted like this with you.

"Yoongi, I can't, I feel like I'm going to melt to death," He tried not to laugh at how dramatic you were being but he left you to it, going over to his desk to silently work while you got some well needed sleep.

Hoseok:

You hadn't slept right in days and if falling asleep in the bathroom was the only way you were going to manage to be able to do it then so be it. It was the coolest room in your apartment that you shared with Hoseok and you didn't care, you put your pillow in and laid down with a small very thin sheet covering your body, it wasn't as though someone could walk in on you. No one except Hoseok who came in to find you sound asleep.

"What the fuck," He chuckled coming into the room and picking you up - it was a struggle considering you were sitting in the bathtub. He laid down beside you in the bed and pulled you close to him, snuggling his head into your neck and smiling.

(X)

An hour later you woke up sweating and panting heavily from the new heat that had been added behind you.

"Hobi." You whined moving away from him and wanting to cry, you'd been having one of the best dreams and best nights sleep you'd gotten in a while and it was all ruined now.

"Sorry baby, I can't sleep without you next to me." You scoffed at him and went back to the bathroom,

"Learn to! It's too fucking hot." You snapped at him, he followed you into the bathroom and laid on the floor, if you were going to sleep in there then so was he but he wasn't talking to you, he laid facing the wall with a pout on. He just wanted to cuddle you and didn't see the big deal with the heat, it never bothered him.

Namjoon:

The frozen hot water bottle was moved from the bed and you woke up instantly, wanting to know who had the audacity to move the only thing that was keeping you cool in the disgusting heatwave you were experiencing.

"It's too cold baby, you'll get sick." You glared at Namjoon even though it was pitch black in the bedroom and you couldn't see anything in the room.

"Namjoon, it's the only thing stopping me from dying-"

"Stop being dramatic it's only a little heat." You huffed at him and rolled onto your side ignoring him. He'd come home late from the studio to find the living room fan was missing from the living and in the bedroom, alongside the bedroom fan both of them oscillating around the room to keep you cool but nothing was working. The humidity was too much for you and you already felt like you couldn't breathe, the frozen hot water bottle trick had been sent to you by a friend and you'd lived by it ever since.

"Come here," Namjoon grumbled now stripped of any clothing except a pair of shorts, he pulled you into his arms and you groaned trying to get out of them. Already feeling sweaty from the brief contact you'd had with him.

"Namjoon no, too hot." You mumbled wiggling from his arms and going over to the other side of the bed, he stared at you.

"I want to cuddle my partner," You rolled your eyes at him but didn't bother to turn over and cuddle him. It was far too hot, normally you loved cuddling with him but not tonight, not like this.

"I see how it is, you don't want to cuddle me...I get it." You heard the pout in his voice although he was playing it off as a joke you knew he was upset about not getting to cuddle you.

"Namjoon please, I don't sleep much in this heat as it is...Just let me sleep." He started whining about how you never wanted to cuddle him and you sat up in the bed, switching on the bedside lamp and stared at him. He was actually starting to pout and looked genuinely upset that you wouldn't hug him, you smirked at him before quoting what he had said previously.

"Stop being dramatic Namjoon," You hit the light off but he continued to pout throughout the night when you wouldn't hug him.

Jimin:

Jimin tried once more to hug you but you pushed him away and put a blanket in the space between you and him so he couldn't get closer to you. He grumbled something at you and you ignored him, wanting nothing more than to be able to just sleep in this uncomfortable heat but it was as if someone was holding a radiator above your apartment and blaring all the heat down directly onto you.

"I just want to hug you," You groaned at Jimin, you didn't mean to snap but the heat and lack of sleep were getting to be too much for you.

"Look! I can't take off my skin to get any colder, I'm naked Jimin and I still can't breathe, just leave me alone." He was taken back by your sudden outburst and you sighed not wanting to be mad at him.

"S-Sorry, I just..The heat Jimin, I can't." You whispered finally feeling defeated enough, it was clear you weren't going to sleep in this heat so you sat up.

"I know a way to cool you down," Jimin got up and walked into the bathroom, you heard the water turn on and he appeared back in the room,

"Cold shower, while you're in there I'll go and get some iced drinks, okay?" You nodded and kissed his lips as you passed him to get into the bathroom.

"Sorry for snapping," He shook his head and kissed you again<

"Just go and shower baby."

Taehyung:

Taehyung hadn't really been bothered by the heatwave, he knew it got hotter but it didn't seem to bother him as much as it was bothering you. You were laid in bed with nothing but a thin sheet covering your naked body, your pillow had been kept in the freezer all day and you even had all of the windows and doors open to try and bring some cold air in but there wasn't any. The air was dry, and gross and too hot for you to be able to breathe,

"Quite glad we didn't go on that holiday to Spain," Taehyung joked as he saw you looking at him, it was 4 am and you hadn't slept at all, you could only sleep if Taehyung was holding you but it was far too hot for that.

"I told you I didn't mind cuddling." He said as he sat up in the bed and laid his head back on the headboard,

"I did, Tae. It's too hot."

"Damn, I can't control the weather." You were starting to regret making him watch 'that 70's show' you rolled your eyes at him and turned over, hoping you could at least get some sleep but nothing was working.

"Just one hug, maybe it'll help you." He whined, he was desperate to hold you. He'd always loved being able to hug you whenever he could and being shut out from it was turning him into a whiney baby desperate for attention from you.

"I can't...I hate everything to do with the heat. It's disgusting, can we move somewhere cold? Like Finland?" He shook his head at you and chuckled, kissing the top of your head as he got up for work, he knew he wasn't going to get anywhere with this argument so he left you alone to try and let you get some rest.

Jungkook:

He'd been trying to do everything to get close to you for the last ten minutes, he'd pretended to yawn and reach around you. Pulled you close to him, ''accidentally'' rolled onto you and now he was slowly inching himself closer and closer thinking you were asleep and hadn't even noticed. He was just an inch away from you with his arm stretched out when your voice rang out,

"If you try and cuddle me again I will move out of this apartment." He sighed and moved away from you all over again looking at the ceiling in defeat from his plan not working.

"What if I got another fan-"

"We have four, they're just blowing hot air around, one night of no hugs won't kill you." He pouted out his bottom lip and turned away from you, expecting you to go and hug him right away but when it never happened he got more offended

"You're so mean to me, you never hug me." You hummed at him and rolled your eyes,

"So I never fly out on tour when you need me? I don't cook for you?" You giggled turning over to look at him, he turned over and faced you,

"Nope. Never." You nodded slowly and laughed sarcastically at him,

"Well you're cooking tomorrow and I'm not coming on the next tour then," Instantly he was telling you how much he loved you and how he was going to make sure that you could get some decent sleep even if it meant going without being next to you all night anything as long as you could still go on the next tour and cook…he really couldn’t cook for you both it was always the worst.

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After All This Time Part I:

(Y/N)- your name

Blu- your love interest

Neo- Your best friend

“Can you just stop?” he shouted, his hands tearing through his hair in frustration— seemingly on the verge of pulling it out completely. I clenched my jaw and forced back the part of me that was ready to give in to his pleading. God knows how easy it’d be. “Why are you doing this? Do you enjoy hurting me? Because you’re doing a great job at it.”

He brought his eyes up to reach mine and I was faced with those flood gates of his that were threatening to open. Taking a slow deep breath I made myself stay put even though I felt my resolve slipping fast.

God, I didn’t think this would be this difficult.

“Blu, please-” My voice caught and he stopped, furrowing his eyebrows at me after hearing it.

Pull it together, (Y/N).

“Look, I just... I just don’t think this is working for me anymore,” I stated simply, trying to make myself look as detached as I could. A blank stare passing over my face, that I silently prayed he believed.

“You’re lying,” he whispered breathlessly, a sharp look of realization crossing his face. That look was quickly replaced by one of confusion. “Wha- why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not lying.” I tore my gaze from his— looking him in the eye made this whole thing so much harder than it already was.

“Yes, you are,” he insisted, stepping forward.

Screwing my eyes shut, through clenched teeth I hissed, “No, I’m not.”

“If you’re not lying...” With sure strides he came and stood in front of me. His hand coming up to grip my chin, making me look at him.

If the situation wasn’t what it was I might’ve found it in me to be annoyed or maybe even turned on, but one look into his eyes and all those feelings evaporated. I’d never seen him look so... lost. 

“If you’re not lying then look me in the eyes and say it again.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. Nothing I could say would be the truth and something about the soft, pleading way he was looking at me made it almost impossible to keep lying.

“Baby...”

“Blu, please don-” I whispered breathlessly. 

“Say you don’t want me,” he said abruptly, his hand moving to my cheek. I opened my mouth to ask where he was going with this, but he continued, his hand moving under my ear, his thumb tracing my jaw, “Say you don’t want me and I’ll let you go. I’ll leave you alone. For good.” His eyes left mine and began to stare at the place where his skin touched mine. 

I pulled myself out of his grasp, needing the cloudiness his touch made me feel to go away, and looked at him incredulously. 

He couldn’t possibly expect me to say that.

“I said this isn’t working for me anymore. Isn’t that enough?” 

“Look me in the eye and tell me...” he took a deep painful breath, looking like he was choking back more tears. “Then tell me you don’t want me anymore. If this- if this really isn’t working for you then that shouldn’t be hard to say, right?” 

The next few moments were silent. The sounds of both of our heavy breathing  being the only noise filling the space. 

“God, please say something,” his voice broke off, tears streaming down his face, despite how hard it looked like he was trying to stop them. I could almost taste his anxiety. His eyes scanned over me hastily, like he was scared I’d disappear. “Say anything. Just please- don’t stand there staring at me. I can’t take it.”

I tilted my head to the side slightly and sighed, shoulders dropping. I knew what I had to do. 

I was no good for him and I knew it. He might be hurting now, but this is for the best. 

I just really, really don’t want to do this.

“Goodbye, Blu,” I whispered and in his eyes, for a brief second, there was despair. 

Turning, I grabbed my stuff as fast as I could and started towards the door. His hand shot out and pulled me back to him, spinning me around and wrapping his arms around my waist. 

Burying his face in my neck he cried quietly, “Please don’t leave me.”

“Blu…” I sighed, screwing my eyes shut to try and keep my real feelings at bay. I had a decent handle on them, but fuck. Listening to him cry like this was killing me.

“We can make this work. I’ll do what-- I’ll do whatever you want me to, just please don’t leave me.” Sobs wracked his body and his grip on me tightened. I clenched my fists in an attempt to keep myself from wrapping my arms around him and telling him that I was staying. 

Discarding my bag and jacket on the floor, I tried gently pushing him up by his shoulders, but within seconds his hands left my waist and were holding either side of my face, looking me directly in the eye. “Unless you’re going to tell me you still love me and you’re not leaving, please don’t say anything.” I forced myself to stay silent, indicating exactly what he feared and the tears streaming down his face intensified. Shutting his eyes, he took a deep, ragged breath. 

“You said you loved me, goddammit.”

“Everything was fine when we went to sleep last night. We-,” his voice choked up as he placed his forehead against mine. “We were fine last night. You were watching Crazy, Stupid, Love and I was watching you because you’re way more interesting to watch than some guy pine after his ex-wife who cheated with some jerk named David Linhogin which is such a stupid name and you were falling asleep in my arms and you said you loved me. That was last night, (Y/N). Last. Night. What the hell changed overnight?” He rambled in frustration. Opening his eyes to look at me, he paused to see if I would say anything. When I didn’t he let out a hiccup sob. “I love you,” he whispered. 

I love you, too.

I heard him mutter something else, but I could barely hear it over the pounding of my heart in my ears. 

Prying him off me, with some defeated protests on his end, I took a deep breath, grabbed my stuff and headed for the door. I paused for a second, contemplating if I should say anything or just leave. With a shaky breath, I closed my eyes for a second. 

Every bone in my body wanted to turn around and kiss him until he realized I was bluffing and I wanted him as much as he wanted me. 

Clenching my jaw, I turned the door handle and opened it. As I stepped out, I heard him mutter a final, gut wrenching “Please…” 

It took everything in me, but I shut the door behind me and left.

***

A Year and a Half later...

“Neo. Let go of my leg.” I swear you’d never know this kid was 19. He’s been begging me to go to this party for four stupid hours and he was now clinging to my leg like a toddler, begging me to go get dressed and come with him. 

“Pleaseeeee. It’s just one party,” he pleaded and I rolled my eyes. 

“I’ll go to the next one.”

“You said that to the last 3 parties.” 

“But this time I mean it.”  “No, you don’t.”  “I can’t have this conversation with you while you’re still on my leg.” I shot him a sharp look and he sighed before crawling off me and standing.  “So you’ll come?” he said with hopefulness in his eyes. 

Aww, he’s so cute. It’s a shame that I’m not going.

“Nope.” I grinned, popping the p and plopping down on our couch and grabbing the remote. 

The remote was quickly snatched from my hand making me look at Neo like he’d lost his mind. 

“Hey!” I cried. “I was using that.” 

“You’re coming with me or else I will cut the boobs out of every shirt you own, mean girls style,” he threatened, grabbing the scissors that had been lying haphazardly on the coffee table for like a week. 

I snickered and took the remote back, starting to flip through channels-- completely unphased. “Be sure to make the holes even. My bras are really cute, it’s about time someone saw them.”

“I’ll cut your lucky hoodie.”

Now that I paused at. 

Slowly turning my head to look at him, I narrowed my eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.” I’ve had that hoodie since I was a freshman in high school. My older cousin gave it to me when I turned 14. It was mustard yellow with the words “abcdefuckoff” written in black. My grandparents were appalled, but were they gonna take it from me? Over my dead body. This was my favoriate cousin. They knew that trying to take anything he gave me from me would end badly. 

Needless to say, my heart dropped when Neo started running toward my room. I was on my feet faster than he could blink and on his heels. He reached my door when I sprung up and jumped on his back, almost making him fall in the process. 

“Alright, alright! I’ll go! Just don’t touch my hoodie!” I screamed as he balanced himself. 

“Yay!” he squealed, before setting me down on the floor. “Now go get ready.” 

*** “Damn, if I was straight you’d be my type,” Neo gushed, laying on this stomach on my bed waiting for me to be done getting ready. After showering, I’d put on my black t-shirt dress with a v-neck cut out, fishnets and my thigh high light gray boots. 

I chuckled as I slathered my lips in lip gloss. The only makeup I was willing to put on tonight was the gloss, mascara and some highlight. It just wasn’t a ‘spend all night worrying about a full beat face’ kinda night.

Turning to him, I grabbed my leather jacket and my phone off the bed and said “C’mon, let’s get this night over with.” 

He crawled off the bed, eyeing my leather disapprovingly. 

“What Neo?” I rolled my eyes. I already knew what was coming. 

“Do you have to wear that jacket?” he questioned, putting a hand on his hip. “It makes you look unapproachable.” 

“Well I’m not going out to make friends tonight,” I mumbled. Glancing over at him, I was faced with his infamous puppy dog eyes. 

Bastard. 

He knew I didn’t know how to say no to his puppy dog eyes. 

With a huff and a roll of my eyes, I placed my jacket back on the bed causing a smile to break on his face. 

Linking his arm in mine, he beamed, “Now, let’s get this show on the road.” Before practically yanking me out the door and to the car. 

The things I do for this kid. 

***

Maybe coming to this party wasn’t the worst idea in the world. Upon walking in I saw a few kids from some of my classes and Neo saw some from some of his so we agreed to meet back at the front in like two hours for a check in. An hour in and I was tipsy and dancing my life away. A guy I’d recognized from my anthropology class last semester was dancing behind me whispering sweet nothings in my ear, hands attached to my hips, making me giggle. I had no idea what song was playing, but it didn’t even matter anymore. 

Leaning my head to the side slightly, giving the guy access to my neck, a ghost of a smile appeared on my face. I felt his lips graze over my skin sensously as his hand came down to graze the skin just below my dress and above my boots. When bringing his hand back up he let the dress come up slightly too. 

Opening my eyes, I glanced around the room-- my tipsy self probably looking for Neo or an exit or deciding how far I wanted to take this. My eyes landed on someone whose eyes were trained directly on me-- well me and the guy who had his hands all over me. 

Blu. 

His eyes were blazing as he promptly downed and crushed the red solo cup in his hand. He’s usually a funny, goofy drunk until he sees something that ticks him off. Then all he sees is red. Something told me that he wasn’t staring at the hands that were still on my hips and the lips pressed to my neck because he thought it was funny.

“Why’d you stop dancing?” I heard the guy mumble into my ear, his voice hazy and seductive. 

If he’d talked like that a minute ago, I’d have already left this party with him, but now? With the way Blu was watching me? All I wanted was this guys hands off of me. 

With my eyes locked on Blu’s, I gently removed the guy’s hands from me. “I’m suddenly feeling kinda nauseous. I’m gonna...” Blu tapped someone next to him and then was walking in my direction. 

Uh oh. Time to go. 

Turning swiftly, I darted towards the stairs, not bothering to finish my sentence. Praying to find somewhere to just lie low until I could get out of here. I thought I was in the clear until a hand clamped around my wrist as I reached the top of the steps. 

“What? Is it midnight already?” I heard a familiar voice say behind me and I let out a breath. 

“Oh thank god, it’s just you,” I breathed, letting my eyes close while forcing my heart rate to slow. Turning I saw Moe, the tall leggy brunette that I’d met when I was a freshman-- also my ex fwb. I love her to death and she’s amazing in bed, but if I kept being her fwb I was gonna start to hate her and she was gonna catch feelings. I just wasn’t into her like that and I could see that she was starting to want me as more than just a friend. I remember our blow out fight when I called it off and she swore I didn’t care about her at all and shut me out for a about a week before realizing I’d just done both of us a favor. Now, she’s my right hand aside from Neo and judging by the way she was slumped against the wall she was very much drunk. 

“Glad to see me?” she teased, words slurring slightly, pushing her hair behind her ear. “God, I feel like I’m gonna tip over like a cow.” 

Laughing slightly, I went over and slung her arm over me, shaking my head. “You always were bad at holding your alcohol. C’mon kick off your shoes for me, babygirl.” 

Grinning like a toddler, she beamed. “I like it when you call me that.”

“I’m sure you do,” I rolled my eyes amusedly. God, she’s out of it. If only she could hear herself right now. “C’mon, babe. Shoes off.”

“Why?” she whined, pouting slightly. “I like these shoes.” 

“I know, but you stumble too much in heels when your drunk,” I explained calmly and was met with her stubborn eyes. Changing my attitude to one that was more assertive, I looked at her and demanded she take them off now. Knowing she didn’t have the fight in her to try and resist she took them off and I took her with me to go find Neo, keeping her from going off to flirt with the cute girls that were at this party. If she went off with one of them she’d be mad at herself in the morning and mad at me for not stopping her.

I found Neo standing in a corner talking to a girl I didn’t recognize. 

Seeing me out of the corner of his eye, he raised an eyebrow at me. “Is it find your ex fling night and no one told me?”

“Ha ha, very funny. She’s drunk and totally incapable of taking care of herself right.”

“You’re the worlds best ex fling,” he said sarcastically. He loved Moe like I did, but making fun of our past was just too much fun for him to pass up.

“Shut up” I rolled my eyes before pausing noticing that his hair was tousled. Reaching up to touch it I quirked an eyebrow at him. “Been having some fun huh?” 

With a toothy grin he leaned in and whispered “You have no idea.” I shook my head. Good to know he’s never gonna be bored. 

“Should I bother to wait for you or find someone else to take us home?” Neo might be an avid party lover, but drinking? It was never really his thing. And driving under the influence is just irresponsible of me, so that was out. 

“Wait for me, my guy had to dash out of here. Something happened with a friend of his getting super pissed off or something and they had to leave asap.” 

For a brief second I considered the possibility of the friend being... nah. The odds of that are too slim. I’m just still shaken up from seeing him in person after so long. 

“Actually we could get out of here now. Get her into bed,” he offered, nodding at Moe who was falling asleep with her head on top of mine. She’s too cute I swear. It’s a shame I’m not into her like that. “Grab some food and binge rom-coms in your room.” “Your boy toy left and now you’re over this party,” I teased, secretly being relieved that he offered to leave now. I didn’t want to risk seeing Blu anymore tonight.

“I got what I came for,” he shrugged. “You wanna grab Spanish food or Italian— wait stupid question. You always want Spanish food.” He rolled his eyes and I grinned and stood up on my tippy toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek, while keeping Moe in grasp.

“You know me so well.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m still picking the rom-com.” He daw right through my act, knowing that I wanted to pick the movie.

“But- but there’s this new one that I found that I’ve been dying to watch with y-“

“Nope, it’s my turn to pick the movie. You’re not talking me out of this.” He took the shoes out of my hand as he continued, “Come on, doll, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Rolling my eyes slightly, we dodged people and managed to make it to the exit in one piece. The whole time I was looking out for one specific face and even though I should’ve been relieved that I didn’t see him, I was a bit... disappointed?

***

Blu’s POV

Going to jail would be worth just this once.

I knew that I’d had a few drinks. I knew that in the morning I’d tell myself that that thought was stupid, but would I take it back once I sober? Not a chance in hell.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so torturous to watch if she didn’t look so good or look like she was enjoying herself that much. Jesus, how much has she had to drink to look like she’s enjoying this prick touching her?

She had a distracted smile on her face and I couldn’t even lie and say I wasn’t jealous cause fuck. Seeing her smile for this nameless lanky half wit was more than I could take.

I wish I could get a good look at the guys face, but I can’t cause they’re too busy kissing my girl’s neck.

I’m gonna lose it.

Her eyes opened and landed on me and I swear it was like she’d seen a ghost. She stopped dancing, meanwhile the guy was still practically groping her. I saw him whisper something in her ear and that was it. I couldnt take it anymore.

Chugging what was left in my cup and then crushing it out of anger, I turned to my friend Cole and tapped him, muttering a quick ‘I’ll be right back.’ Making my way toward her, I saw her eyes widen as she made a beeline for the staircase.

Fine by me.

As long I don’t have to watch this creep touch her anymore.

The guy looked lost until he noticed me coming up to him, steam practically coming out of my ears. He raised his eyebrows at me, “Can I help you?”

“Yeah. You can tell me who the hell you are and why they hell you were practically molesting (Y/N) a minute ago.” I fully intended to have a normal conversation with this guy, but the alcohol mixed with the jealousy in my system simply wasn’t going to allow that.

“The name is Jenson and we were dancing if you couldn’t see,” he said snarkily. “And you are? Her brother?”

“I’m the guy that’ll make your life hell if you lay a hand on her again.” All I was imagining was this guy’s smug look wiped off his face.

“She seemed to like having my hands on her. Maybe I should go find her. Ask her if she wants to head home with me,” Jenson taunted, glancing around the room as if looking for her.

Strike one.

My fist clenched.

Take a deep breath, Blu. Don’t knock him out.

“Have you been with her before?”

Strike two.

“Is she any good?”

Strike fucking three.

My fist shot out and socked him clear in the nose. I heard a satisfying crunch when someone came and grabbed my arm as I geared up to hit him again.

“Are you stupid?” Dalton’s voice hissed at me turning to look at him. I scowled, but I let him pull me away from the guy and over to a wall, knowing it was probably the best thing to do.

“I repeat. Are you stupid?” He chastised as he slapped the back of my head.

“Maybe I am, but the prick deserved it.”

“Oh yeah and what’d he do? Try to hook up with (Y/N)?” He said disbelievingly. Cole and Dalton both knew that even after all this time I was still completely sprung on her and she’s one of the few things that could make me lash out like this. I hadn’t ran into her in months so I was doing good. Almost thought for a second I was over it— and then I saw her here. Definitely not over it.

I stayed silent, clenching my jaw at the idea of her hooking up with that half baked carrot.

My silence must’ve been answer enough cause Dalton’s face contorted to one of shock. “Oh crap, she’s here? Why didn’t you say anything? We’d have left a long time ago.”

“Because you were busy talking to that guy and Cole was having a great time and I didn’t want to-“

“Bull. We both know that Cole wouldn’t have cared and neither would I. Cole’s the one who came and got me to stop you in the first place.”

“It’s the truth!” I insisted before pausing, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. “I also... I don’t know, I wanted to see her. Maybe finally work up the nerve to talk to her again.”

“Why would you talk to her again?” He placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to emphasis his point. “Blu, she left. No gun to her head, walked out and left you in tears.”

“I know that,” I hissed, jerking my shoulder so his hand fell. “I just...”

I just miss her like crazy.

“You just nothing,” he said sternly and I let out a deep sigh, shutting my eyes.

No, Dalton. That’s the problem. I just everything.

“Never mind. You’re right. Staying was a bad idea, let’s get out of here.” I opened my eyes and saw Cole coming up next to us. I love Cole, but when I’m pissed off there’s nothing he can do except get Dalton. He’s the only one who can get me to calm down... well. Not the only one.

“We headed out?” Cole asked, looking at me. Still trying to gauge if I was seeing red or not.

Cracking a smile, I clapped him on his back making him relax. “Yeah, we are. I need to ice my knuckles-“

“And this airhead needs to tell us all about the guy he was playing tonsil hockey with,” Cole taunted, looking at Dalton who’d promptly turned scarlet.

“Whoa whoa whoa, you were playing tonsil hockey and you stopped cuz Cole told you I was flipping out?” I asked incredulously before placing a hand over my heart mockingly. “You must really love me.”

“Shut up,” he laughed as he shoved me. “Let’s just get out of here before you start anymore fights.”

[spaceskam]

99 from the fic prompts and Malex pleaseeeee xx

i deviated a little bit, but i hope you like it!warning: panic attacks

ao3

“Stop!”

Panic.  Michael needed to get out.  He was trapped.  He needed to get out.  He was going to die if he stayed. He needed out.  He needed to get away.  Away from‒

A hand touched his arm.

“Get off!” Michael screamed, an involuntary wave of power rippling off in defense as he scrambled to get to his feet so he could leave.

”Guerin.”

The strong, stern voice broke through the dazed state his mind was stuck inside.  His eyes eventually started to register his surroundings.  Mainly Alex who was giving him that Military Dad stare as he held onto the headboard.  An apology formed in Michael’s mind but never made it to his mouth.

“You’re at home.  You’re safe.  The doors are locked.  It’s just me and you.” Alex spoke the mantra firmly, his eyes luring Michael to sit on the bed.  He still stayed as far from Alex as he could.

Something in the pit of his stomach feared the man.  Feared what he was capable of, feared his family, feared the idea he might leave at any time.  The nights he woke from nightmares he couldn’t remember were when that fear of Alex Manes outshined the love.

Alex never showed that it hurt him.  Michael knew it did.

“What happened?” Alex asked, letting his stern face slowly shift into something a little less intimidating.  Michael didn’t have an answer.  Most of the time he didn’t.  He just had to go off of the way he was feeling.  If he was scared of Alex, it probably had something to do with Jesse Manes or Caulfield.  If he wasn’t, it could be anything else.  “Hey, where are you?”

Michael blinked hard, “Home.”

“So you have no idea what it was about?” Alex asked, leaning forward.  He still kept his hands to himself.  

“No.  Your dad, probably.” Michael said, clearing his throat.  Alex nodded.  Michael couldn’t read his face.  

“You know I’m here for you, right?  Nothing will change that, nothing would make me chose them over you.  You’re my family, not them.” Alex said, his voice soft and reassuring and helping Michael ease back into the bed they shared.

“But‒”

“Blood isn’t anything,” Alex said firmly, looking directly into Michael’s eyes in a way to plead with him to believe him.  “Can I touch you?”

Michael couldn’t say no, but he found it hard to say yes.  His body was still boiling with leftover emotion.  He loved Alex, loved touching Alex, and he especially loved being touched by Alex.  But right now it felt too much.

“Okay, it’s okay.” Alex assured him, “Hey, what’s five things you can see?”

Michael took a deep breath, “Bed, wall, window… book… you.”  Alex nodded with a smile.

“Four things you can feel?” Alex continued.  Michael relaxed a little more against the pillows as he took another heavy breath.

“Pillow.  Blanket.  Uh, uh, mattress.  Uh…” Alex placed his book in front of Michael.  He extended a hesitant hand to feel the smooth cover.  “Book.”

“Yeah, baby, what’s three things you can hear?” Alex said as Michael took deep, regulated breaths.  He let himself lay down.

“My breath. The air conditioner.  You.”

“Mhm, two things you can smell?”

“Sheets.  You.”

“One thing you can taste?”

Michael eventually let his eyes close, letting some more tension leaving his body as he fully let it sink in that he really was okay.  Alex wasn’t going to hurt him or leave him.  He was at home.  Whatever he couldn’t remember wasn’t coming for him.  That was the dream, this was the reality, not the other way around.

“That chicken you burnt for dinner but I ate anyway,” he answered.  Alex let out a soft laugh and the bed shifted.

“There he is.” Alex mused.  Michael took another deep breath before opening his eyes again.  He turned his head to look at Alex was lying on his side of the bed, staring right back at him.

Moving in with Alex had been one hell of an adjustment.  He never really had space to share before, not like this.  They had both spent the first week due to nerves about what would happen once they did.  Michael knew nightmares haunted his mind and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop them from coming, even with Alex there.  He didn’t want Alex to see him like that.

The first time it’d happened, Alex had spoken the mantra with ease and given him comforting, grounding words in a sweet tone.  While it helped, it also pissed Michael off.  Alex’s tone could easily be taken as condescending.  Then when Alex tried to touch him and he freaked out, it only made it worse.  He slept the rest of the night on the couch, groveling in a pit of embarrassment.

It wasn’t until he’d seen Alex wake up in a similar fashion that he understood.  He’d scrambled to remember the words Alex had given him and had tried to mimic the way Alex had tried to touch him.  There was nothing worse than seeing Alex like that, seeing him vulnerable and scared.  Alex was the strongest man in the world, he didn’t deserve whatever his brain gave to him during his sleep.

Michael was thankful, though.  If they both had to be fucked up, at least they had someone who understood.  They didn’t get offended if things were said or done when their minds weren’t home.  Michael had thrown Alex more times than he’d liked to admit and Alex had pinned him down, hit him, fought him just as many.  Therapy had helped dial down the frequency of those moments significantly, but it still happened every once in a while.  Neither of them took it to heart.

It didn’t take long for them to learn just how to ground the other in their fits, how to avoid lashing out at themselves or each other.  They were family and they loved each other.  Even though the nightmares sucked and needing to be comforted like a child was embarrassing, they made him appreciate Alex a little bit more.

Alex hid them most of the time.  Michael hadn’t realized he hid it until he let it sink in that the amount of time he’d spend in the bathroom at 2 in the morning, the nights he didn’t sleep at all, and his uncanny ability at pretending to be okay were all giant red flags.  However, convincing a man to stop hiding when that’s all he knew was easier said than done.  All Michael could do was support him, love him, and let him know that he understood.  That, and make sure he knew therapy was nothing to be ashamed of.  It was the least he could do.  Especially when Alex did the same for him.

“You’d really choose me over your brothers?” Michael asked as he turned on his side.  He was drained, but things were made easier the more the forgot about what had just happened in favor of thinking about how much he loved Alex.

“I would.  You know I would.  They don’t give a shit about me, you do.  You’ve always been there.” Alex assured him.  Michael put his hand between them and Alex put his hand right beside his.  They linked their pinkies.  That was the amount of touch he could handle. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A few nights later, Alex woke up screaming.  Michael reached over to put his hand on his arm.

“You’re home.  You’re safe.  The door’s locked and it’s just you and me.”

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I write both roswell nm and all the skam remakes, so if you want to be tagged for a certain ship instead of having to sift through fics on shows you don’t watch, just let me know!

[nochuuuenthusiast]

honeymoon

ahaha this scenario was supposed to be up last week but i got so lazy and i didn’t feel like reading everything over again and editing soo... hope you enjoy this late post ! 

plot: jungkook and (y/n) go on their honeymoon trip + a bunch of other fluffy things

also! you should really look up some pictures of bora bora and overwater bungalows if you don’t already know how they look like... since they’re absolutely beautiful and hopefully, they’ll help you imagine this scenario better :)

genre: fluff + slight suggestions (if you know what i mean hehehe) 

word count: 1881

This was too surreal. 

You rolled over to your side to see Jungkook sleeping peacefully next to you. The sunlight shined through your curtains and hit the center of his face which made his features more evident. His hair was messy as an outcome of the tossing and turning he did in his sleep. You raised your hand to pet his hair. He must be really tired... 

It was the day after your wedding and you were supposed to catch your flight to Bora Bora in a few hours for your honeymoon. After the wedding yesterday, you and Jungkook stayed in a hotel close to Incheon Airport so that you guys could comfortably get to the airport without a big hassle. He made sure to reserve a romantic luxury suite hotel room even though you weren’t staying for long... after all, he was aware of the events that were supposed to happen on couples’ wedding nights. 

I can’t believe I’m gonna be able to wake up to this every single day. You smiled to yourself at that thought. You were happy... you were very happy.

As if Jungkook could feel your eyes staring at him, he woke up. He rubbed his eyes and after seeing your smile, his smile was slowly starting to appear. Gosh, I love him too much. 

“Good morning Mrs. Jeon~,” he said in his attractive raspy morning voice... it was so weird to hear that coming out of his mouth-- Mrs. Jeon... wow, you would never have even imagined to be called that... but here you were.

“Good morning...” You couldn’t stop staring into his eyes.

“Are you sore?” 

“A little... but it’s okay... it’ll get better... and besides, I’ll get used to it sooner or later,” you said as you smirked, suggestively. 

Jungkook kissed your cheek and got out of bed. You followed his lead and made your bed before going to the bathroom to wash up. 

“Hey... I thought you said you were only hurting ‘a little’... why does it look like you can’t even walk properly?” he said while laughing at you as he saw you struggling to walk to the bathroom. 

“Shut up... this is all your fault.”

He laughed and turned around to start brushing his teeth. She’s so precious. 

You and Jungkook arrived at Incheon Airport after eating breakfast and checking out of your hotel. You were waiting for our flight to your picture-perfect honeymoon destination-- Bora Bora. You guys had a really difficult time choosing where to go for your honeymoon since he wanted to go to a really romantic traveling spot like Paris but you were already very determined to go to Bora Bora.

“Why Bora Bora?” he asked you on multiple occasions. “I’ve been wanting to go to Bora Bora for my honeymoon since I was like 10 years old. Please please pleaseeeee can we go there? I’ve been planning it out since I was really little~” And with that, Jungkook couldn’t reject your pleas. It was your dream honeymoon location since you were a child--- he wanted to make your dreams come true. 

“Thanks for choosing Bora Bora... you made my honeymoon dreams come true... literally.” 

“I couldn’t resist... you were being too cute about it,” he said. 

You’ve been waiting to board the plane for a two hours now and you still had another hour to wait... you were really bored. You put your head on Jungkook’s shoulder as he continued editing a GCF that he had filmed from his recent visit to America. You wanted to go duty-free shopping but because Jungkook seemed too focused on his editing, you decided not to bother him. You closed your eyes as you slowly but surely drifted off to sleep...

“(y/n)~ wake up... we have to board,” he said softly into your ear. 

You woke up and realized that your head was still on Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“Hmm? What’s happening? 

“We’re boarding... come one... let’s go.” Jungkook got both of your carry on suitcases and you guys lined up to board the plane. 

You got on the plane and found your seats without any issues. Jungkook’s parents booked your honeymoon flight and paid for the hotel that you would be staying at as their gift for your new future. 

“Woww... I still can’t believe your parents got us business class seats... I have to call them again and thank them,” you said, amazed by the luxury of the plane. 

Jungkook settled for the aisle seat, already knowing that you liked the window seat. Even though he liked the window seat as much as you did, he put you as his first priority... you were his wife after all. 

You sat in your seat and took out our Cooky neck pillow and Jungkook giggled in response. 

“Ahaha when did you even get that?”

“It’s a secret~” you said as you straightened out the pillow. “I got it a while ago as my substitute for your shoulder... for when it wasn’t available.”

“Well... then you might as well throw that pillow away... since my shoulder is always going to be available for use from now on... since I’m always going to be right here... next to you.”

 You took off your neck pillow, put it on your lap, and laid you head on his shoulder instead. I could stay like this forever...

After 20 hours of flying...(yes... it really took 20 hours to get to Bora Bora), you were exhausted and ready to get off the airplane. I mean, you loved the plane and the service, but 20 hours of sitting on your butt really took a toll on the both of you.

After finding your luggage, going through all the security, and managing to find a taxi, you were finally here— your dream destination. The “hotel” in Bora Bora was actually just a huge chain of over-water bungalows and you were absolutely in love with them. They were the same ones that you had seen in pictures and you were super excited to stay in them. 

You entered your luxury bungalow and you were impressed from the very beginning. Right when you walked through the entrance, you saw an amazing view of the clear, turquoise ocean. In the middle of the room, there was clear glass so that you could see the water underneath you. There were two rooms with one master bedroom that had an extended balcony with a small jacuzzi. I’m living my best life. 

You took your luggage to the master bedroom and immediately laid on the bed in the master bedroom. 

“AHHH!!! I’m so happy~” you exclaimed as Jungkook walked over to you. 

He was happy to see how ecstatic you were and he ready to spend all of his time with you for the next week at this beautiful island. 

“Ooh! We should go snorkeling! It says here that we can rent snorkeling gear from the hotel for an hour!” you suggested as you looked through the pamphlet that you grabbed from the front desk a while ago.

“AND there’s a free lunch and dinner buffet! Ahhh I’m in love with this place already~” Clearly, you were extremely happy. 

Jungkook had originally wanted to stay indoors today and take a nap with you but seeing how energized and eager you were, he decided to follow your lead and let you do whatever you wanted... he was contented as long as you were smiling. 

“Hello??? Jeon Jungkook-ssi~ are you listening to me?” He spaced out while he was thinking about her.

“Hm?”

“I said I’m gonna go change so that we can go snorkeling... are you in orrr?” 

“Ahah of course i’m in... let’s go.” And with that, your honeymoon began. 

“Can we have two snorkeling masks please?” you asked the front desk.  

They have you two masks and you skipped over to Jungkook who was on his phone, texting his parents that you guys had arrived safely and that you were thankful for the beautiful hotel that they had booked. 

“Are you ready?” 

He nodded his head in response and put his phone away. You put your arm around his arm as you walked to the beach to begin your snorkeling adventures. You didn’t really know how to snorkel since you’ve never done it before so you watched Jungkook as he dove into the clear water and and started swimming to a nearby coral reef that he saw. 

“(y/n)! Come on~” he said as he gestured for you to come to him. 

You stepped into the water and put on your snorkeling mask and tried to see if it worked. How do you work this? You put your mouth on the mouthpiece and tested it out by breathing through your mouth and you were really shocked when you were able to breathe. 

Now that you were knew how to use the snorkeling mask, you swam to Jungkook and looked underwater to see a bunch of colorful fish that were swimming near the coral reef. 

“Wahhh Jungkook-ah... are you seeing this?” You felt like you were in another world. 

You guys snorkeled for about an hour and since Jungkook could see that you were getting tired from all the swimming, he decided that it was a good time to tell you that you guys should return to your room. Since you couldn’t see him because your back was turned towards another direction, he decided to sneak up on you and scare you. 

Jungkook swam cautiously and when he was starting to get closer to your figure, he grabbed your legs from underneath and pulled you so that you were under the water. After you resurfaced, you saw Jungkook laughing hysterically and you splashed water in his direction out of annoyance. 

“Jeon Jungkook! Ahhh! I knew this would happen sooner or later... now I have water in my nose...” you said as he continued laughing.

“I’m sorry... I had to do it... you looked like such an easy target.”

You turned your back around in order to try to convey your annoyance and he walked over to you to give you a back hug and kissed your cheek. You couldn’t stay mad at him... he was being too cute. 

You turned around to face him again and he gave you another kiss on your lips. He smiled at you took you hand so that you guys could walk out of the water and go back to your room.

It was night. You and Jungkook had decided to skip the dinner buffet and order room service... you were exhausted from the flight and the snorkeling. After dinner, you went into your jacuzzi; you were reclined so that you were in front of him and your back was against Jungkook’s bare chest. You were staring out into the ocean with the moon shining brightly above you. This is truly paradise.

“(y/n),” he said.

“Mhm...”

“Thank you for marrying me... I feel like the happiest man in the world... literally.”

You stayed silent as you listened to his words intently.

“(y/n), I love you. So so so much. And I will never stop loving you. Never forget that.” 

We were meant for each other, Jungkook. And I will always love you too... forever and ever. 

[shortsunshineposts]

BTS as Students

Jungkook

Jungkook sat in front of you in almost every class you were taking. He also fell asleep in almost every class you were taking. It frustrated you to no end. Not only did he not pay attention, but he aced every exam and every paper, while you struggled along with the rest of the class. On this particular day he was slumped in his chair passed out as usual. Your professor was lecturing about some dead guy who wasn’t all that interesting. You were staring blankly at your book when all the sudden a mop of brown hair broke your trance. Jungkook had leaned back so far his head was now resting up on your desk in front of you. You scoffed annoyed at his antics. You looked down at his sleeping face ready to poke his stupid nose to wake him up, but you stopped when you saw his soft features. His partially parted lips, his deep breaths, his lightly closed eyes. You found yourself brushing his bangs out of his face and carding your fingers through his hair. He just looked so peaceful. You eventually lose interest in the lecture entirely and begin to see how many pens you could balance on his forehead without waking him up. It was adorable. Just as you were about to place the last of your pens on the tower you’ve created the lecture ends and his eyes flutter open. Sitting up about eight pens fell into lap. You sat back in your chair hand covering your mouth your cheeks burning. He begins to laugh and turns to you.

“These are yours i’m guessing.” He said placing the pens on your desk. “Maybe you’ll get higher next time.” He winked at you as he left the class.

Namjoon

You walked into your class and sat down at your spot in the front of the room. You began taking out your laptop and your study materials ready to focus for the next hour. Sat down next to you was Kim Namjoon, he was the smartest kid in class, well aside from you of course. He took out his notebook and pens. His notes looked like those notes you see on pinterest or tumblr. It was organized, color coded, and he had the neatest handwriting. The only difference between those notes and his were the song lyrics and poems that filled the edges of the pages. Bits and pieces of various works, some from well known works others original. You loved to steal his notes whenever you were absent from class in order to take a peek at his writing. He really did have a way with words. Today he had his hair pushed back revealing his forehead and dark rimmed glasses framed his face. He concentrated on the page in front of him jotting down his latest masterpiece in the margins. You hadn’t realized you were staring until he was waving a hand in front of your face.

“Y/n?” He said leaning his head down to meet your stare.

“What? Oh sorry must’ve spaced out.” You said shaking your head, a light dusting of pink on your cheeks.

“If you really want to hear my writing we should hang out after class.” He said smiling at you, dimples prominent. “Trust me they’re a lot better strung together.”

Jin

You walked into class just as the clock hit the hour, not a minute early or a minute late. Unfortunately most of the class had already got there and the only seat left was in the back. You sat down next a taller boy with wide shoulders. It looked like he was already browsing the web with his notes pushed to one side before the professor had even started talking. You settled in getting ready for the next hour to go by. The lecture was lackluster, your professor was very old and very boring. About half of the class was on their phones or Netflix part way in.

“Next we’ll be talking about exponential equations.” Your Professor said switching powerpoints.

“Exponential equations are a pain in my asymptote.” The boy next to you huffed. You couldn’t help but giggle at his pun. He smiled lightly at his computer screen. He opened up a second document and chose a large font big enough so you could see it. He began typing out the most ridiculous puns you had ever seen. Dad level bad. You couldn’t help but laugh, you held your hand over your mouth and hid your face behind your computer screen trying not to disrupt the class. The boy seemed to be just as amused at his own jokes.

My name’s Jin he typed out we should sit next to each other more often :)

Jimin

Front row right in front of the board, that was where I always sat. It wasn’t cause I was short or I had trouble seeing. No, no it definitely wasn’t that. My grades just couldn't be what they are if I was sitting back any farther. I took out my notebook like usual and opened it to where we left off. Sketches and doodles adorned the pages amongst poorly written notes and messy handwriting. The seat next to me always sat empty, always. It sat up against the wall and the professor’s computer setup was right in front of it. It was a very undesirable seat. It was almost impossible to see the whole board. The clock hit the hour and the professor began to get ready. Suddenly from the back of the class a girl walked in, she quickly walked up the front of the room and handed the professor a note. I had never seen her before. If I had I’d remember, she was gorgeous.

“Welcome to the class Miss y/n.” The professor looked around the classroom. “Jimin.” I looked up from my notes.

“Yes professor?”

“The seat next to you is usually vacant, y/n will be sitting next to you from now on. Please help her catch up with notes or anything else she may need.”

“O-okay.” I said. My pulse sped up and my hand felt a little sweaty. She took a seat next to me, I smiled at her.

“Sorry you got stuck with me, I hope you didn’t mind getting volunteered like that. I’m y/n.” She said apologetically.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” She took out her notebook which was covered in artwork. Much like the art that covered my own. “I think this will work out just fine.”

Taehyung

“Pleaseee tell me you watched the new episode last night.” Taehyung begged of you as you went to take your seat next to his.

“Tae, we had a ten page paper due today.” You rolled your eyes at him. “And you know your girl waited until last night to write it, so no I did not get to watch it.”

“Ehhh ten pages is nothing y/n. In fact I wrote it while watching.” He said clearly proud of himself.

“Well not all of us can multitask like you do.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Well it’s a good thing you have me then cause your gonna watch it now whether you like it or not. Don’t worry I’ll take notes for the both of us.” He winked at you. Your cheeks turned a little pink at his gesture.

“Tae no offense but your notes never make sense to anyone but you.”

“Pleaseeeee.” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, I’ll watch but you have to make your handwriting legible.” You caved, he was too cute for his own good.

“Deal!” He said already placing his laptop in front of you.

Yoongi

Gym class was the worst. Why you even had to take a gym class as a college student was beyond you. Sports were not your thing, the only hand eye coordination you had was with a gaming controller and even that was subpar. Today’s torture, basketball. Had you ever made a basket before? Nope. Was today gonna change that probably not. You opted to stay off to the side bouncing the ball to make it look like you were participating. You looked over at all the other kids in your class. One of them being Min Yoongi. He was a quiet kid kept mostly to himself except for a few close friends. Surprisingly he was doing really well playing against other students much taller than him. When class was over you decided to hang back for a moment, you weren’t sure why, but you stood in front of one of the baskets.

“What are you doing?” A voice came from behind you. You turned around startled. It was Yoongi. “I saw you during class today, standing by yourself, you looked like you didn’t even want to touch the ball.”

“I uh, sports really aren’t my thing.” You looked at your feet.

“You want me to show you how?”

“What?” You looked up at him.

“How to shoot dummy.” He smirked. “Here.” He placed the ball in your hands and showed you where to hold it. He moved you a little closer to the hoop for safe measure and demonstrated what you should do. It took a few tries, but eventually the ball made it into the hoop.

“See? You’re not that bad.” He flashed you a quick gummy smile. “Let me know if you need help with anything else.” He said leaving just as quietly as he came in.

Hoseok

“Hey there good looking.” Hoseok said as you sat down next to him.

“Oh hush.” You say back lightly hitting him. “I can’t believe I have to sit next to you in another class.” You shook your head.

“Your so mean to me.” He gasped, hand grasping his chest. “Too bad you love me too much.”

“Yeah too bad.” You rolled your eyes. Hoseok was in a few of your classes. Though to the outside eye it might look like there’s bad blood between you two he was one of your closest friends and you were happy he had to suffer through all this with you. He made class actually somewhat interesting, mostly by never shutting up and talking to you the whole time, mostly through text. Professors hated him because even though he never paid attention he always answered their questions correctly. It was a superpower.

“So you admit it you do love me!” He said hugging you.

“Get off me loser.” You said pushing him off you. A few minutes after class started your phone buzzed.

For real tho you look amazing today ❤️

[puckinghell]

Stars and Supernovae | June

Summary: As soon as you meet Tyler Seguin, you know you’re destined to be best friends. Sometimes you wonder if you’re destined to be more, but life keeps getting in the way. Perhaps it’s just not written in the stars? Note: This is Part 3. Part 1, part 2 Extra note: Please let me know if you guys enjoy it, just a simple like is enough, but the last part didn’t do so well and I don’t wanna continue if people don’t like it!

You hadn’t seen Tyler in a while, and to say that you were lonely was an understatement. Your roommate had been so MIA that you were wondering if she was even still living there, and there were only so many phone calls and surprise visits you could make to your parents before they would start to wonder what was wrong. You threw yourself into your studies and your job.

You didn’t blame Tyler for going back to Canada to see his family as soon as the season ended for the Stars. Didn’t blame him, but did miss him. 

He had a little lakeside cottage where he lived during the off season, and he spent his days there fishing and hiking and building up the muscle mass he’d lost. You knew this, because he sent you snapchats all the time, and he texted you often, but it was different, not having him on the couch as you watched your shows, making dinner for one in your own kitchen instead of dinner for two in his, and you had no dogs to cuddle up to, which might be the worst part.

 It made you think about getting a dog for yourself, but you knew you didn’t have enough time, nor were you in a position to take care of a dog financially. So you just kept asking Tyler for pictures of Cash and Marshall, which he happily obliged to, even if he did tease you about never asking for a picture of him. 

You decided to tease him back by asking of a picture of him next time he was at the gym, but that quickly turned on you when he sent you one wearing no shirt, his curls against his sweaty forehead.

Obviously, he was just your friend, one of your best friends, nothing more, but you weren’t blind, and you might’ve had to taken your shower a bit colder that night.

Katie made sure to catch up with you every now and then too, usually over text, but she’d caught on to how often you were alone, and had taken it upon herself to find you some entertainment.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. It’s not a get drunk party, it’s more like, a fancy dinner party. You know Jamie is a great cook. That must entice you a little bit. Pleaseeeee?”

You sighed. “Who is Jamie even throwing this fancy dinner party for? Aren’t all the guys at home?”

“Some of the guys are here in Dallas,” Katie explained, giving you a look as if you should already know this. “And it’s not that many people, so you’ll actually have a chance to chat to everyone. Maybe it’ll distract you from your stupid Tyler crush.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “I do not have a crush on Tyler,” you hissed, and although you couldn’t see your friend over the phone, you knew she was rolling her eyes.

“Sure, honey. Now, will you come?”

Of course, you couldn’t say no, so that night you showed up to Jamie’s house with a bottle of red wine, probably worth less in its entirety than a single drop of all Jamie’s other wines, but hey, it was the thought that counted, right?

“Hi, Y/N,” Jamie said, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he let you in. “So glad you could come. Katie has been whining about how much she misses you.” You raised an eyebrow. If Katie really missed you, she could just come home, for one night, you wanted to say, but you bit your tongue. Jamie was too nice for your wrath. However, Katie might be getting a few snarky comments her way, tonight.

Jamie took you by the elbow and led you into the living room. “Y/N, these are Spezz, his wife Jenn, that’s Rads, and Bish, and his girlfriend Andrea.” He waved around the room. “Guys, this is Y/N, Seggy’s girl.” You blushed.

“I’m not his girl,” you frowned. “Just his friend.”

“And my friend,” said Katie, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Most importantly, my friend.”

You were a bit intimidated by the beautiful girls in the room; they looked nothing like you, looked like barbie dolls or models just off the runway, with long luscious hair and tiny waists. When Jenn got up, she didn’t even wobble in her ridiculously high heels. It was terrifying to sit next to Andrea on the couch, as Katie went to the kitchen to help Jamie with dinner. Ideally, you’d follow her, but you didn’t want to be rude.

“Hey, I love your jeans,” Andrea said, elbowing your side. “They make your ass look amazing. I wish my butt looked that good.” She sighed, and you wanted to tell her that she literally looked like every man’s perfect girl, but Ben - who you were glad to know was named Ben, because Jamie’s introductions to their hockey nicknames had been useless - spoke quicker.

“Your ass is magnificent, baby,” he said confidently, and Alexander wolf whistled.

“What do you do, Y/N?” Jenn asked, leaning forward with a kind smile, and you nervously started talking about your major, not wanting to mention that you worked as a bartender.

“Oh, so you’re like, super smart,” said Jenn, when you were done explaining what your major entailed. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll translate,” she teased her husband, who faked offense.

It surprised you, how easy it was to fall into comfortable conversation with the people surrounding you. Andrea had a very similar type of humor to you, and Jenn seemed to have decided that you needed someone to take you under their wing, and given herself that task. The food was amazing and the wine flowed and somehow, you found yourself having a great time.

You were almost finished with dessert, when Katie spoke.

“Guys, we actually have a little announcement.” Her face beamed as she talked and she grabbed Jamie’s hand, who sent her a soft little smile. “Jamie and I are moving in together.”

You had just taken a sip of your wine and at her words, swallowed a bit too quickly and the wine made its way to your lungs as you broke out into coughs. Jenn worriedly patted your back, the mom in her coming out, and Andrea shot you a sympathetic look. The boys didn’t even seem to notice, as they yelled out their congratulations, clapped Jamie on the shoulder and simultaneously chirped him loudly and without mercy.

As you finally got back air, a million thoughts came to mind, but there were two that made their way to the front of your brain. First of all, how were you ever going to afford the rent of your apartment alone, and secondly, why hadn’t Katie told you first? You looked at your friend, but she was beaming at Rads, who spoke in broken English as he congratulated her, and she didn’t even notice you.

Of course, you didn’t tell Katie about your worries; that would dull her excitement, and you would never do that to her. Instead, you plastered on your brightest - and fakest - smile, hugged her, and spent the rest of the evening lost in thoughts. Luckily Jenn seemed to get it, and whenever someone spoke to you and you missed it, she would answer for you, taking attention away from you. At the end of the night as you hugged her goodbye, you whispered a quick thank you.

“It’ll work out okay, honey,” she promised you with a kind smile, but as you got into your car, tears were welling up in your eyes. You managed to get home without bursting out into tears, but as you stepped into the hallway, the space empty and quiet, they started spilling down your cheeks.

It wasn’t that big a deal, you knew that, but it still felt like the world was crashing down on you. You were already struggling enough to get by as it was, and now this. There was no way you could keep your apartment, and you didn’t think you’d survive moving back with your parents or moving into student dorms, not after having known what freedom and your own space felt like. And the one person that would make you feel better wasn’t even in the same fucking country as you, and you missed him, damn it.

It wasn’t cold, with it being June in Dallas, but you were wearing only a tank and that wasn’t enough for almost midnight, so you reached into your closet and pulled out the first hoodie you saw. Of course, it was the Stars hoodie that had been included in the box of Stars merch that showed up on your doorstep a few days after your first Stars game. 

There had been a brand new #91 jersey in there - not the #90 jersey you’d asked for, but you hadn’t been serious with that anyway - and a few shirts, hoodies, baseball caps, even a beanie; you didn’t even think they made those. Who wore beanies in the Texas heat?

You pulled the hoodie over your head and moved to your porch, wrapping your arms around yourself. You would allow yourself to feel miserable tonight, and then tomorrow, you would have to find a solution. Just at the thought, your heart sunk into your stomach. You looked up at the stars, but even that couldn’t take your mind off it, and that’s how you knew you were really screwed.

Then, your phone rang. You were expecting it to be Katie, and you were almost tempted not to even reach for it, but then you saw the picture of Tyler with Cash that you had set as his caller ID, and you smiled. Even in another country, he still seemed to feel when you needed him.

“Hey stranger,” you said, smiling at him. “It’s like 1:30 there, isn’t it? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Hey, Shiny,” Tyler smiled back. Facetime blurred his face, but the familiar sight of him still made your heart sting with how much you missed him. The camera was unflatteringly close to his face and yet, he looked great, one arm folded behind his head as he was lying down.

“I’m in bed, but I was still awake. Jamie texted me. You okay?”

You sighed. Of course Jamie had noticed that you weren’t doing so well, and being the good guy he was, had done the only thing he could think of; send Tyler your way.

“Katie is moving in with him,” you said, although Tyler probably already knew. “Which means I’m out of a roommate, and probably have to get rid of the apartment.”

He frowned. “Can’t you just find a new roommate?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “But not fast enough. I can’t even afford one month’s rent on my salary, Ty. There’s no way I can find someone right away, and if I can’t find someone right away, then…” You stopped, knowing that your voice would break if you continued. Tyler’s face softened; he knew it, too.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he cooed. “We’ll find a solution. Together, okay? You’re not on your own here.”

At his words, tears sprung to your eyes. He mightn’t have known it, but that was what your entire mental breakdown was about; it felt like you were losing Katie to Jamie, and Tyler wasn’t here, and your family was busy with their own lives, and you felt like you were the only one who didn’t have anyone. The only one that only had herself to lean on.

“I miss you,” you sniffed, the words tumbling over your lips before you’d even thought about if it was a good idea to say them. What if it was too clingy for him, what if he thought it was weird? You were just friends, after all.

“I miss you too,” Tyler said, and your heart leaped. “It turns out murder is a lot less interesting without you there to overanalyze everything. The pups miss you too.” He grinned. “Hey, if you have to move out, you can just move in with me.”

“Your couch is not that comfortable,” you mumbled.

“I didn’t say anything about a couch,” he teased. “The dogs sleep on the couch. You can sleep on their dog beds. If you push them together, you might fit your entire upper body on there.”

Despite everything, you laughed. “Shut up.”

“Or…” he continued, pausing, “you could just sleep in my bed with me. I’m serious, Y/N. You’re not going to end up on the street or back at your parents’ house. We’ll figure something out, okay?”

Warmth washed over you at his words, and you nodded.

“You couldn’t have the dog beds anyway.” Tyler was smirking now. “Cause I think Gerry will want them.”

Now, you were confused. “Gerry?” Tyler moved his phone and the screen went so blurry you couldn’t see anything, but then it cleared up and you were met with the smallest dog face ever. The little yellow Labrador pup lifted its head and stared into the phone camera as if he knew you were watching him, and you gasped.

“Tyler!”

“I was going to surprise you with him in the morning,” said Tyler, a hint of pride in his voice, “but I figured you could use it now. This is the newest member of the Seguin clan, Gerry. I had to complete the colour trifecta, you know.”

“You got a hat trick of Labradors,” you squealed. “Oh my god, Ty, he’s so cute!” Then, you wrinkled your nose. “I can’t believe you called him Gerry. That’s such an old man name.”

“I know,” Tyler giggled. “That’s why it’s so funny.”

You asked Tyler a million questions about Gerry, mostly whether or not you could take care of him when he went on roadies next season, and he promised you could, as long as you took Cash and Marshall too - as if you would’ve left them behind - and it was half an hour later when you started yawning.

“Go to sleep, Shiny,” Tyler told you softly. “Call me tomorrow so we can talk about your apartment situation, okay?”

“Okay,” you hummed. “Thanks, Ty.”

“Anytime.” He paused. “We’re gonna be fine, you know? Me and you and the dogs. We’ll make it work.”

And despite everything, you believed him.

[intergalacticsuperstar]

A Journey Of Lost Souls | Tom Holland AU | Part 2

AN:  Hope you guys enjoy this short little part! I think this fic is going to be super fluffy. Like all the fluff in the world fluffy. Not this part in particular, but upcoming parts: expect the fluff. 

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Series Summary:

The princess of The Kingdom of Nitro has been kidnapped by her family’s enemies. After escaping their brutal treatment, the princess must find her way home. Having never been outside of the capital city’s walls, the princess must enlist the help of a common boy to help her on her journey, all while keeping her identity a secret. Through secrets, frightening trauma, and a crush on the cute boy helping her on her way, the princess must learn to trust her instincts. However, the real question is: Can she trust the boy?

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Part 2

The princess felt bad that Tom slept on the floor.

She tried to explain, she really did, but he insisted that she take the small cot in the corner of the room while he took a blanket and a spot on the ground. He even let her have the pillow, which he only had one of. He didn’t seem too peeved by this arrangement, but the princess still felt guilty.

She didn’t plan to get any sleep tonight. How could she? Not only was she in a stranger’s home, vulnerable and afraid, but there were also people chasing after her. And of course, there were the nightmares. Being kidnapped for three months was not something to easily get over.

So, the princess stared up at the ceiling as she listened to the soft snores of the boy on the ground. It gave her time to think, plenty of time to think, really.

She thought about her parents and if they were still searching for her. She thought about the kingdom and how if she revealed her identity, how many people would be willing to help her. She thought about the boy on the ground next to her and if he could truly be trusted. And later in the night, when she was getting extremely tired and no longer in control of the sway of her thoughts, she thought about her time as a prisoner.

She was frustrated. Frustrated with how time moves so slow when you wanted it to move the fastest. It was as if the Earth had begun rotating slower in order to make the sun never reach the horizon, just to mock her.

Sunrise didn’t come for a few more tantalizing hours. As the market outside began to start bustling around, Tom naturally woke up. And the princess, of course, pretended to be asleep.

He shuffled around for a bit, went outside and then came back in. When she heard him fumbling with something on the other side of the room, she peeked her curious eyes open for just a moment to see what he was doing. He appeared to be packing a bag of some sort, which made sense considering they would be traveling soon.

When he turned around, the princess quickly shut her eyes.

“Sam, it’s time to get up.” She heard him say gently.

She fluttered her eyes up as if she were just now waking up. Tom was still packing a bag but he turned his head and gave her a big grin.

“Good morning!” He greeted cheerfully.

She nearly gasped at the kindness. When was the last time someone said ‘Good morning’ to her? It was relieving, like a fresh breath of air.

So, she braved a smile and said back to him, “Good morning.”

—-

Tom was relieved when the girl smiled. He hadn’t seen any sort of positive emotion from her until just now and he was beginning to get worried at her everlasting frown.

What could have possibly happened to her?

He knew the question could have multiple answers. Some pretty shady stuff happened around the kingdom, that he was sure of.

He was happy to help, truly. He was mostly just annoyed at the fact that she lived in Ornate, which was on the complete other side of the kingdom. He’d been there a few times, but for the most part, he tried to avoid the place altogether. The Royal Family lived there, and he couldn’t stand the Royal Family.

Nonetheless, the frightened girl needed help, so he was going to go. He even thought it might be a good opportunity to see a few of his old friends along the way.

He shouldered the bag he’d been packing full of anything edible in his living space, which wasn’t that much. Just a few rolls of bread and some fruit. He had also managed to fill up two canteens of water from the well earlier in the morning.

Tom lead the girl out and the two began their long journey. As they weaved in and out of the city streets, Tom noticed Sam kept very close to him, much like the night before. It was as if she was scared someone would jump out and grab her at any time. Tom’s heart involuntarily warmed at the thought of protecting her.

As the city began to fade into a less chaotic setting, the sea was now visible shining against the horizon and that’s when he heard a loud gasp. He jumped in surprise; their walk had been silent thus far. He looked over at the girl whose eyes were wide and practically glowing as she gazed over at the brilliantly blue ocean. Tom furrowed his brow.

“That’s...that’s the ocean!” She gaped.

Tom let out an awkward giggle. “Uh...yeah, we are in Civitasmare.”

Her head turned slowly as if this was the biggest news she’s heard in years.

“Civitasmare? I’ve been this close to the ocean this whole time?”

Tom didn’t know what to think or what to particularly say. This girl was a complete mystery to him. Had she really never seen the ocean before?

“You didn’t know that you were in Civitasmare?” He asked her, trying to see if he can pry some information out of her.

But, her demeanor fell it a solemn look as she gazed downwards, obviously lost in her thoughts. “I...I guess not.”

She didn’t say anything else. And with a three-week journey ahead of them, Tom didn’t want to take a break within the first hour, so they kept moving.

They traveled over the beautiful hilly landscape of the region. The weather was quite perfect, not too hot because over the overcast. After nearly an hour and a half of more silence, Tom was growing antsy at the minimal conversation.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” He asked, probably too boldly considering that he understood that she had gone through what must’ve been a hard time recently.

“Not lately, I don’t.” She replied simply.

Tom didn’t want to push her on the subject of ‘lately,’ so he decided to stretch back further.

“We are going to Ornate to bring you back to your family, yeah?”

She only nodded in response.

“Tell me about them.” He said.

---

The princess felt the bundle of nerves planting roots in her chest and beginning to grow down into her stomach. She couldn’t just very well tell the boy about her family without totally blowing her identity, so she stretched the truth a bit.

“Well, my father is a bit of...uh… commanding type. He’s kind of bossy, but he still loves me and my mother very much. And my mother, well...she’s the kindest woman you’d ever meet,” she explained, much to her own surprise that she already felt comfortable enough to talk to Tom.

Tom nodded and then asked, “What are their occupations?”

The princess’ stomach tingled a bit at the question, but she smoothly followed with, “My father is a merchant, my mother- a seamstress.”

Tom was just about to ask her another question, but because she was worried about revealing something about herself, she decided to flip the conversation over to him.

“What about you?” She said quickly.

His eyes widened like he wasn’t expecting that, even though he should’ve assumed that she’d eventually ask him. He just didn’t think it’d be so abruptly.

“Well, uh...I suppose it’s just me. No family to really talk about.”

The princess immediately felt horrible. “Oh,” was all she said.

---

And the mysterious boy and the secretive girl continued on their way in silence.

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[jungnoir]

cat caught your tongue;

joshua hong | every witch needs a familiar. unfortunately for joshua, you might just be the most troublesome one yet. witch!au. | 3.8k words | fluff, humor.

a/n: inspired by kiki’s delivery service, this post, and little witch academia. also this nerd @spoopyscapes encouraged me to do it.

“Don’t... don’t you dare.”

Your paw is raised with a very clear threat that anyone who was familiar with your kind would recognize in an instant, yet Joshua, your sweet but very dumb witch, just didn’t quite get it. He’d had you for a little under a year, a gift from his friends Jeonghan and Seungcheol who had chipped in to get him his very first helper after they’d found Joshua in a mundane rut. The witch had assured them countless times that he didn’t need you, that familiars were only ever needed in extreme circumstances (like in his friend Mingyu’s case. without his owl familiar, the boy might have accidentally obliterated himself by now) and Joshua was just fine without one.

Which was true. Joshua was an exceptional witch, top of his class and extremely gifted in the magical arts. His dorm at school was pristine and spotless, not a spellbook out of sight, and he fell asleep by 9:30 every night and woke by 6:30 every morning, just in time for morning lectures. Joshua was by far the most put together student the Priwarths Academy of Witchcraft had ever seen. Yet he was lonely, and he did everything by himself. Surely a familiar would fix that?

If anything, you only added to the plethora of problems that were becoming very prominent in the young witch’s life.

If your cat mouth could, it would be smirking at him, daring him to try you as your paw began to quiver. Joshua had half a mind to whip out his wand and catapult you across the room, if only to get you away from that very priceless magical artifact that he was sure cost more than his whole tuition.  He really should have just taken this potion to his room instead of branching out for once and taking advantage of the abandoned classrooms.

“I will curse you so bad your cat children will be hacking furballs for the next fifty years.” Joshua growls, watching as your paw inched closer and closer to the vase just seconds from slipping off the ledge. One push, and it would be in a thousand pieces on the floor. “No, worse. I’ll turn you into a dog.”

You must have been offended, because without meaning to, your paw falls to your side in shock and hits the vase anyway, and Joshua can just barely get his wand out in time to stop it midair, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he manages to save the thing from shattering. You look between the vase and Joshua’s extended arm, and then up to Joshua’s red face. Oh boy, you were in trouble.

“On Merlin, I swear I didn’t mean to do that.” Your voice floats through Joshua’s mind, your magical bond extending that human part of you to him even in cat form. Your lithe body hops down from the ledge, looking a bit sheepish for once, and Joshua sets the vase down somewhere very far away from you as you shift back into your human self.

Despite being so adorably cute, you sure were a pain in the ass for a familiar.

Your hair is a tragic mess, bits and pieces sticking out this way and that, much like your fur when you were in your cat form. No matter how much Joshua tried to brush it down and make you look proper, you tended to love the mess. You didn’t even want to think about how long it took for him to convince to you wear clothes in your human form. Nonetheless, you did as told, because you could recall a time when the witches you had served gave you nothing. Joshua was nothing like that, and you were grateful.

When Joshua had stood still long enough to collect himself, he sends a glare at you that has you shrinking back into yourself, “Tell me why I find it hard to believe you.”

You pout, “I can tell you why you should.”

The witch quirks his eyebrow at you and plops into a seat in front of his bubbling cauldron with a huff, an assignment for his potions class that he’d been perfecting for the last week and a half. He guessed that things could have been worse, and you should be thankful Joshua was such a competent witch. Otherwise, he’d have to be skipping some extra study time and cleaning out the dragon stalls to make amends for your mistake, “Oh yeah? Humor me.”

You scurry over to him, tugging at the red and grey sweater he’d given you the first day he’d met you. It was his once before, and could show in how big it was when draped over your frame. When not in human form, you’d often ball it up and curl on top of it like a bed, much to Joshua’s chagrin (”I bought you a bed for a reason!”). The cat hair was atrocious to clean up after all, “I finally found out what that snake Myung was hiding! The secret to how he passed Professor Wittle’s exam with a 105.”

Joshua’s ears perk up at the sound of this, and he glances at you, still trying and failing to look disinterested, “...yeah?“

You grin and scoot into the chair beside him, pressing way too close to his side, though you never really had much of an idea about personal space anyway, “He’s dating Wittle’s daughter, Anya. Rumor has it, he met up with her secretly during the Autumn Ball, since he didn’t want anyone to know that he was getting favored. That’s how he got the extra five points and beat you.”

Joshua scowls, but his ego is warmed a little by the fact that he really had been the best performer on the exam after all. At least, by his own wits and no schemes. “I should have known. There’s no way Myung could get higher than a 75 in this reality.”

You giggle, looking a little proud, “I did a good job, didn’t I?”

The witch looks over at you, the light from the windows behind him lighting up your cheeks in a sunny glow and making your grin all the more striking. You look ready for praise, and while you were nothing like the dog familiars (for instance, Taehyung’s dog familiar Jimin, who went around seeking ear scratches whenever he was in sight), you did enjoy a bit of appreciation every now and then.

Smiling a little, Joshua raises his hand and fusses with your hair, pushing it down some on your head despite its need to stay wild, “You did a good job. Thank you, my little feline sleuth.”

You preen under the attention that Joshua gives you, cheeks turning a little rosy. He’d never really smiled at you like that before. You decided you wanted to see that more. “D’ya need help with your potion? I can fetch some stuff if you need it. Or I can stir. Stirring tires you, right? Or maybe I can read so it’s not so quiet in here.”

Joshua chuckles at your excitement, “Calm down, kitty. Where’s this coming from?” “I just wanna help! Since I almost broke that vase and all...”

Joshua admires your need to make amends for something you hadn’t even done on purpose, lips threatening to tug into a smile at your determination. He usually couldn’t get you to help with anything except relaxation; you would be more than happy to curl up into his warmth now that the chilly days had come to Priwarths once again, or to sprawl out over his homework as a sign he needed to take a break and give you a belly rub. Whatever worked, you said.

“You can read to me. You’ve been getting better.” At this, Joshua makes a book appear in front of you and you grin when you see it’s another fairytale, detailed pumpkins and skeletons drawn along the cover.

“This one is Halloween themed! Are we doing something this year for Halloween, Josh? Pleaseeeee?” Your attention is quickly piqued by the new topic, your eyes comically wide as you stare at your witch. You’d heard from Joshua’s friends that he was notorious for staying in on Halloween, doing nothing and letting the exciting holiday pass. You had hoped to change that.

Joshua groans, “No, not really-” “Then let’s go trick-or-treating!” “Trick-or-treating really isn’t that fun in the magical world, you know. It’d be more fun if we just watched Hocus Pocus or something.” “Then let’s do it in the human world.”

The witch blinks in surprise. The human world? You’d never asked to go there before. “W-what?”

You playfully roll your eyes at your witch, “You heard me! Let’s go to the human world and go trick-or-treating. It’ll be fun. All the humans will be dressing up like us, and we’ll be dressing up like them. They won’t be any the wiser. Plus, I’ll even wear something new and maybe use a brush. I promise, it’ll be fun.“

You could not, logically, promise anything about the human world seeing as you had never been, but you looked like you couldn’t be convinced otherwise. In your mind, you seemed to believe that no matter what, it would be fun. Joshua didn’t know much about your past lives and who you had been a familiar to before, only that they weren’t that nice to you. He assumed the most they’d ever let you do on your own was errand runs for them and nothing more. Even imagining you locked up in a house all day doing nothing but help made him feel odd. It just didn’t sound like you.

And your smile, oh your expectant smile that was making him melt was just begging for the chance to experience something so trivial that he’d been through countless times in his youth, both in the human and magical world. It was nothing special to him, but to you, it meant everything.

Your face started to fall the longer it took him to reply, and you began to wonder if maybe you’d stepped over an unspoken line with him. Maybe he really didn’t want to go. Maybe he didn’t like the human world. Maybe he just didn’t like candy all that much (you knew that last one to be a lie, considering his rather large stash under his bed, but you wanted to cover all bases).

“We don’t have to... it was just a suggestion if you had no other plans.” “Let’s do it.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, looking at your witch in a mix of elation and shock; you had never seen that one coming. “Really?”

He chuckles at you and raises a brow, “Don’t you want to go? You’ll have to stay in human form, and you will have to keep to your promise about the clothes and the brush. I think it’ll be fun.”

You grin ear to ear, absolutely beaming, and then you throw your arms around your witch with a small shout of happiness that has him blushing incredibly hard, “Thank you! I won’t let you down, Josh! We’re gonna sucker those mortal parents out of every sweet they’ve got. Maybe we can take some body morphing potions with us so that we can convince them we’re different people and hit up the same houses multiple times-”

Joshua gives you a stern look that tells you your criminal instincts would be unwelcomed from here on out, and you instead spare him a smile, “Or we could just be honest trick-or-treaters and get an equal amount like everyone else.”

Your witch shakes his head, “What am I to do with you?”

It comes as a small surprise when Joshua comes back to his dorm that Tuesday evening to you sat on his bed in human form (the first surprise), hair done as neatly as you could possibly will it to and a cute, simple black ensemble on. In the midst of your hair, Joshua could pick out the matching colored ears of yours that peeked out and twitched when he came closer. “How do I look?”

“Like a... cat.” Joshua says with a small chuckle as you give him a deadpan look, and then look him up and down in slight disappointment.

“Is that what you’re wearing to trick-or-treat?”

Joshua looks down at his ripped jeans and open plaid shirt, something he’d picked out specifically for the day, “You said you wanted to dress up like the humans. This is a typical human outfit, no?”

You open your mouth to protest but realize he’s right, your ears flattening a little, “Well... yeah, but I was hoping you’d dress up like a typical human would on Halloween.“

“This is typical.”

“It’s boring, Josh!”

“If I put on some round frames and my school cloak, will that help?”

You squint at him, trying to decipher if he was using sarcasm on you again, but when he sets his hands on his hips and taps his foot impatiently, you give. “Ok... yes, that’s fine.”

Joshua wastes no time fashioning a makeshift Harry Potter outfit, feeling the embarrassment in small waves but sucking it up at the sight of your pleased expression. You look happy, and this night was for you, so if looking like an imposter put a smile on your face, he would wear the dumb red and yellow scarf and he’d be proud, damn it.

(It really wasn’t that dumb. If he was being honest, he rather loved the Harry Potter series!)

By the time he had transported you both to the human world, the sun was about to set and children were all out of their homes, the sounds of their laughter and the Monster Mash playing in the distance growing louder the closer you two approached the random neighborhood of his choice.

You were the picture of childlike enthusiasm, nearly bouncing on your feet as you tugged Joshua along by the sleeve of his cloak. He had created generic plastic pumpkins for you both to collect candy in with a secret bottomless effect just for you. He wanted you to get as much candy as you wanted, to have as much fun as you wanted. If that meant giving you a hoard of cavities in the foreseeable future, then he’d deal with it when the time came.

Joshua could not recall a time you’d ever been so happy, and for that, Joshua felt a bit for you. The life of a familiar was by no means glamorous. You were sensitive beings with feelings and needs and wants and likes and dislikes like everyone else, yet to most witches, familiars were more of a tool than a helper, a guardian. For a long time, Joshua wondered if maybe the keeping of familiars was inherently terrible in itself, but that was before he’d seen what it meant to have one and care of them.

Like with you. You did cause him trouble, but it was your personality. You were being yourself, and it wasn’t like you never helped him with anything. You were as helpful as you knew how, and that was all he could ask of a familiar who didn’t ask for this life. Plus, you were so damn loyal. He had trouble remembering a time he’d met someone that fiercely dedicated to him that quick (Seungcheol was a good runner up, but still). You were loving and thoughtful and curious. You were as protective of him as he was of you, sometimes even to the point of intimidating others. You meant what you said when you first became his familiar, “I will guard your mind, body, and soul as if it were my own”.

It was hard to fathom the lengths you were willing to go to protect him when you were animatedly talking about how good a mix of chocolate and caramel really was.

“All of these human sweets have a quality magical ones don’t. I can’t put my finger on it...” You muse aloud, staring particularly hard at a Snickers bar.

Joshua snorts, “Magical candy has the ability to turn you into an elephant for a day and a half. Human candy will at best send you to the dentist.”

You point your finger at him in agreement, “Yes! Exactly. I’m not terrified to eat it!”

Your witch smiles and pulls you out of the way of a couple of kids walking opposite you on the sidewalk, your body immediately molding into his. He swears he mistakes the noise of surprise you make for a purr.

The night is coming to an end, quietly, and Joshua finds that your jog had turned into a casual stroll. He thanks the heavens he doesn’t have to sprint to keep up with you, at least. “Are you happy, (Y/N)?” He asks you after a few minutes of silence, still holding you close as the temperature drops with the darkening night sky.

You seem stiff, completely aware of his hand on your arm, and it’s one of the few times Joshua has ever initiated physical touch with you and not the other way around. He had always been a gentleman, keeping his hands to himself. He didn’t consider it gentlemanly, so much as “common courtesy to respect a person’s personal space”, but you believed what you believed.

“...yes, actually. Thank you, Josh. This was the most fun I’ve had in years.” You’re completely honest, loosening up some as you get used to his warm fingers fighting the chill of the October winds.

Joshua nods and looks proud, “Good. That’s what I wanted. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

You’d never heard something like that before in your life. It made your stomach churn, but maybe not in a totally uncomfortable way in all honesty.

Truly, you were feeling happy tonight, but you weren’t... happy. Not completely.

You look up at Josh as he walks you down the street, sharp eyes casually darting from object to object, person to person. He made sure to watch for any suspicious activity, ready to send the both of you back home if need be. You wrap your own arm around his waist and lean into his chest, “Josh? Have you ever... heard of a familiar becoming fully human?”

Joshua’s stride stutters.

He looks to you a little frantically, eyebrows furrowed at your out of the blue question. He searches your face for something, but seems incapable of finding it when he asks, “A few times, why?”

You gnaw on your lip and break eye contact with your witch, feeling your palms begin to sweat, yet you instinctively press closer to him, “I don’t hate you or anything. And I-I don’t think you’re a bad witch to be the familiar of, of course not... but I don’t know... even before I met you, I considered paying to be turned into a human. But you might need me, and I don’t want to be selfish.”

Joshua had never heard such a confession from you in the time that he’d known you. Sure, you had joked about how maybe being a human gave you better access to human food. And yeah, you’d always complained about the amount of furballs you had to cough up in a day and how annoying that was getting. Yet, your witch had never expected you to want to permanently be human. Never.

Your figure moved in time with with his as you both began to approach where you two had portaled from, the edge of the neighborhood that fed off into a small forest. It was darker here, but the moonlight still cast a glow over you both that had you shining in a different way than you did in the sun. In the sun, you burned bright and gold. But under the moonlight, you were washed with a cool blue and silver, a calming contrast to your usually fiery personality. He’d never quite been so entranced before.

And here you were, nervous but trying not to show it, asking him if it was possible for you to become a human. You looked ready to run, in case it all went downhill, because that was what you were used to. You had never been able to ask for much for yourself without something going wrong before.

Yet... instead, Joshua smiles and crouches to your level, “Would you like me to grant you one more Halloween wish?”

You blink your eyes in confusion, “Huh...?”

“The only reason Jeonghan and Seungcheol got you for me was because they thought I was lonely. I’ve never really needed a helper, so much as a companion...” he watches your expression, a mixture of confusion and wonder, “...and you’ve done a magnificent job of that. I believe, if I really need you for that, you can fulfill those requirements. Half cat or not.”

Your gaze turns starry, “Josh!”

“You’ve suffered enough in your past lives. I’ll make you human, and I’ll take care of you like you take care of me. You can even become a worker at Priwarths, to give you a reason to stay at the school. And you can come home with me on the holidays like usual. It’ll take some adjusting, but...” “Oh, Josh!” You don’t let your witch finish rattling off the logistics of it all, only tackling him down to the grass in a hug so strong that the wind is knocked right out of him and he lets out a groan and whisper of “oh Merlin” under his breath.

You snuggle into his chest and giggle into his scarf, “You’re the best! I knew you were different than the others. I just knew it! Imagine all the things we can do together when I’m human.”

You raise your head some and look him in the eye with innocent glee, still giggling behind your toothy smile. He swears he can see magic in your eyes.

And yeah, now he’s imagining you as a human full time, and all the things that could possibly mean for him and you, and he has the incessant need to lay some boundaries before you get too ahead of yourself.

But you’re already eons ahead of yourself, nuzzling into his neck and purring (he’s totally sure it’s purring this time, he can feel your chest rumble against his own), “And don’t you worry, Josh. We’ll still be just as close as we are now. I’m not changing a thing.”

“E-even the cuddling thing?” His ears are particularly red at this point.

You just laugh in response, peeling away some and dropping your eyelid down in a wink, “Will that be a problem?”

No... well, maybe not for you at least.

[adultstories4u]

This encounter happened between my very sexy neighbor, GEETHA, when I was staying in BANGALORE, working in a good company as an ENGINEER; I was staying in a rented house, which was on the 3rd floor with a terrace next to it. I was the only bachelor boy (age 27) there and our building had families from all sects, Rajasthani, Tamil, Kannada, etc, Geetha (age 27) was a Bengali from Calcutta and her husband was a scientist for a space research organization. They were 4 in their family, her mother in law, son, she and hubby. Her mother in law was very cranky character always spying on her where she goes never allowing her to talk to neighbours etc, etc. One day when no body was at home she came to the terrace and was sitting there crying, I saw her and asked her why she was crying and she told me all this, and her hubby also never tells her anything. So she was fed up of them and wanted a change and she would come to my house whenever there is nobody and talk, watch movies etc. I always wanted to touch her feel her whenever she was there but was afraid what she might tell, so I kept far from her.

She was very sexy to look at heavy hard breasts, sexy tummy, and a very sexy ass; always she used to wear a tight saree and all her innerwear could be seen. It so happened that one day when I was getting ready to sleep usually sleep outside on the terrace where it is cool, it was around 11pm,I was reading a book when she came there and said

‘I WAS FEELING VERY BORED SO JUST CAME TO TALK, IF U DON’T MIND, NO ONE IS AT HOME, HUBBY HAS GONE TO LEAVE MY MOTHER IN LAW TO CALCUTTA FOR SOME MEDICAL TREATMENT AND MY SON IS SLEEPING””

I could not say anything as I used to fantasize of her for many nights and today she was here at night talking to me replied no problem ,then we started talking in general about this that ,I lit a cigarette as it was cold and asked if she will have coffee and made coffee for the two of us she was also feeling cold so I gave her the bed sheet and she was sitting on the bed with her back to the wall, after some time she said

“U MUST BE FEELING COLD TOO WHY NOT MAKE UR SELF WARM”,

Advertisements she patted the bed next to her I sat there talking all the while not touching her then she started asking me if I have a girl friend and leaned on my shoulder felt very hot and afraid as it was the first time a girl was touching me and I had an immediate erection which I covered by my hand saying

“ITS VERY COLD TODAY”,

she took my hand and pressed the palm to her palm and said whispering in my ears “I AM VERY HOT”, and went on to feel my hands and covered me with the bedsheet she had got bolder and put my arm around her and pressed here to me she looked at me and laid her head on my chest could feel her hot breath on my chest I lifted her face and there were tears in her eyes I wiped the tears and kissed her lightly on her lips and she responded to the kiss holding my head down and sliding her tongue in my mouth tasted her tongue and could not control myself I held her tightly to me the bedsheet was off us now and we were in a tight hug slowly moving my hands on her back and feeling her skin she was kissing me hungrily sucking my tongue Pulled her down beside me on the bed and kissed her again moving my hands on to her thighs and ass pressing her to me hard ,my hard rod fighting to get out of the shorts was pressing her thighs and she was hot really hot now, she was feeling my rod and pressing it lightly it was wet with pre cum and her sexy hands were moving around it pressing me to her .I broke the kiss and hugged her tightly and said

Sex stories: The Amazin’ Amazon Mom Does the punishment fit the crime? “U R VERY SEXY TODAY, CAN I C U FULLY NUDE TODAY”

she shyly moved her head and said in a whisper nibbling my ears “YES” ,I covered both of us with a bedsheet and slid off her pallu from her chest she was breathing heavily her chest rising and falling ,she was wearing a low cut blouse and her breasts were hard in them feeling them and I undid the buttons one by one she was moaning with pleasure ,AHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHH,I kissed her breasts and took off her blouse and she hugged me tightly crushing her breasts to my chest she was wearing a transparent bra and her nipples were hard now ,sexy red nipples unhooked her bra and felt her bare back ,wow she was so smooth ,holding her for a while I pushed her down on the bed and took off her bra her breasts were hard as if never touched before I felt them with my palm and she pressed my hands to it and softly moaning,UMMMMMMMM MMMMMM MMMMMM, kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples she was wriggling in my arms an said ,

SLOWLY, FEELS GOOD AFTER SO LONG ,

I took her nipples between my teeth and was biting it slowly she pressed my head to her breasts hard and my other hand was pressing her other breast pinching her nipples slightly we were both covered in sweat our legs entwined in each others my hard rod pressing to her pussy she was moving slowly below and we kissed again embracing each other as hard as we could, she took off my T-shirt and felt the hair on my chest and kissed my nipples and bit them it was a wonderful feeling and I pressed her head to my chest now I was below and she was above me she sat down and I could get a full view of her naked upper body ,then she went down to my stomach and was kissing going down down down to my rod and slid off my shorts and briefs ,my hard rod sprang up and she held it in her soft hands and was caressing it sliding it up down, up down it was wet at the tip and I held her head and moved it to my rod she liked off the precum and slid the tip of my rod into her mouth, it was in full form now long(81/2inches)hard going in to her mouth and she was liking it with her tongue I could not control anymore I held the bed and was moaning

Sex stories: Caroline And Her Kids AAAHHHHHHH YES PLEASE DON’T STOP, PLEASEEEEE,

and she was now taking the whole rod in her mouth and moving up down up down I held her head and was moving her head to my rod after some time I pulled her on top of me and kissed her breasts pressed to my naked chest nothing in between now pressing her pussy to my rod and moving her hips to my rod held her ass and pressed her to me and put her down on the bed again and kissing her sexy lips chest breasts I went down to her tummy and kissed her belly button there she arched her hips to my kiss and running her hand in my hairs said UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SO GOODDDDDDDDDDDD, I pulled off her saree and petticoat and felt her pussy from her panty she was wet there very wet and sliding my finger in the slit kissing her tummy and put my tongue in the belly button rubbing her slit and opened her legs and covered her pussy with my palm she arched further and was screaming now

PLEEEEEEASEEEEEEEE DOOONNNNTTTTTTT STOP,YES YES YEEEEEEESSSSSS,

I slid off her panty and saw her sexy soft pussy all wet ,it was shaved I liked it with my tongue and kissed her clitoris she pushed my head hard to her pussy and was getting wetter and wetter I was liking off the wetness from her pussy and slid my tongue in her pussy feeling her hole and was fucking her with my tongue she was moaning and wriggling on the bed fully covered with sweat and lifting her hips to my mouth giving me her pussy I was sliding my tongue in her hole and the entire slit now liking off the wetness she pulled me up on to her and kissed me hard on the lips sucking my tongue for her cum our bodies crushed together the cool wind blowing and we covered in sweat. I looked at her face and she was smiling and looking more sexier than before her hairs dishelved all over her face and covered in sweat I cleared her face of the hairs and gave her a lingering kiss and moved my hand down to her pussy she parted her legs and I was above her now my rod hard and touching her pussy she held my rod and placed it in her hole I pushed slowly she held my hands tightly as if something is tearing her and her pussy was tight my rod hurt too but I slowly slowly pushed it in all the way and lay on her for some time kissing her then I started to move in out in out slowly and steadily she held on to me tighter and wriggled in pain but was saying,

Sex stories: My whore mom : part-5 SLOWLY SLOWLY UMUUUUUUAAAAAAHHHHHHH,

moaning in pleasure and parted her legs more I was moving steadily now she was wet and fucking was feeling smoother I was now fucking her moving the entire length of my rod in out in out after some time she smiled and said ,ITS OK NOW DON’T STOP ,and kissed me again and now I started to move in her faster, faster faster she was raising her hips to my thrusts I held her legs and was fucking her hard now and she was crying

YES YES GO ON GO ON YEAAAASSSSSS, AHHHHHH HHHHHHA YES YES,

she put her legs on my shoulders and I was fucking her all along going in out in out in out moaning

YES YES YES SEXY , then she cried YES I AM CUMMING CUMMMMING GO ON GO ON DON’T STOP,DON’T STOP even I could feel my rod about to explode I wanted to cum and take it out as I told her and she said NOOOOOO PUT IT ALL IN ME I WANT IT ALL DON’T STOP NOW,I said ok and was fucking her faster holding her hips and moving in her faster, faster then I exploded in her she hugged me tightly as I came in her and pressed her hips to my rod hard wanting to take all of my cum in her I also hugged her tightly as I came and kissed her as her screams were getting louder and we lay like that for some time and when my rod became silent I pulled it off her and asked her HOW WAS IT ,she said WONDERFUL AFTER SSOOOOOOOO LONG ,I told her it was my first time I went to bed with a lady/girl, she kissed me and took my head on her chest and told

I WANTED TO DO IT WITH U WHEN I SAW U COME HERE THE FIRST TIME ,and I told her I ALWAYS WANTED U TO BE THE FIRST GIRL IN MY LIFE WITH WHOM I WILL BE SLEEPING.

As it was already 3 am by the time we finished our lovemaking she dressed up and hugged me again and kissed me and went home. Since then whenever we found time we used to fuck or she would at least kiss me once a week until she went abroad for work. Any Bangalore females looking for secret fun than you can ping me

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