#i love their hatred of the hot model photographer that is so me

[jjkamochoso]

Matchmaking Mina

Fluff

Soshiro Hoshina x gn!reader

Your kind-hearted captain has taken it upon herself to stoke the flames of love between you and Soshiro!

Warnings: none

Captain Mina Ashiro may act aloof, but she wasn’t blind. Anyone in the Third Division could see that you and Soshiro were the perfect match for each other. If neither of you were going to make the first move, it was only right that she, as your trusted leader, guided you in the right direction. Only, of course, after assessing the situation to make sure you two really did like one another.

*Click*

Her phone captured a snapshot of you at lunch one day, laughing at something Kafka had said. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were creased with joy—you looked positively radiant. Mina made her way to Soshiro’s office, eager to begin her investigation.

“Captain,” Soshiro saluted, “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

“Just stopping by. Checking on the status of your report from last week.”

“It’s almost done. I’ve been hard at work,” Soshiro grinned, sticking his pointer fingers out.

He’s in a pleasant mood. Let’s see if that changes.

“Good. I also came to show you a new picture of Bakko from the other day.”

It was a plausible excuse; Soshiro was a fan of cats as well and Mina was known for subjecting her friends and subordinates to monologues about how cute Bakko was. The vice captain was now standing by her side, peering over her shoulder at the phone in her hand.

“Here it is—oops! Wrong picture.”

Your picture was the one currently being displayed and from her peripheral vision, she saw Soshiro gulp ever so slightly, his eyes opened a bit wider. She was in no hurry, taking her time to slide her finger over the screen to the “correct” photo.

“Sorry about that. It was a cute photo, though, wasn’t it? Didn’t y/n look nice?”

“Huh? Yeah. I mean, sure,” he mumbled, the tips of his ears a rosy hue.

Now for the real test.

“I’d never seen her laugh so hard, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re around Kafka, right?”

There was an immediate shift of mood in the room, tension filling the open space like a dam had burst. Soshiro had gone from blushing to bloodthirsty in a millisecond and Mina was thankful she’d been blessed with a poker face or else she’d be bursting in laughter at his very apparent jealousy.

“If you’ll excuse me, Captain, I should finish this report.”

Soshiro saluted her again before sitting at his desk and Mina took her leave.

Well, that was informative.

Now she knew that Soshiro definitely harbored a crush for you and a hatred for Hibino. As she walked down the empty hallway, she let a small smile grace her lips.

She loved love.

Mina did the exact same experiment to you a few days later. As a fellow cat enthusiast, you were very excited at the prospect of seeing new Bakko content, quickly taking a seat next to your captain. This time around, she had managed to take an extremely flattering picture of Soshiro during training. He was standing outside, slightly flushed from the previous physical exertion, with one hand on his hip and the other pushing his hair out of his face.

Maybe if I ever retire I’ll become a photographer.

“…and there’s Bakko-oops. Not this.”

Your mouth was partially agape and she spied how you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the man on the screen. His tight fitting shirt hugged every curve of every muscle. His physique and pose were reminiscent of a model you’d see on a billboard in downtown Tokyo or on a runway in Paris.

“T-that’s a great picture you got of Vice Captain,” you breathed out in awe. “He looks so… hot.”

“If you’re into that sort of look, sure,” she answered.

“I definitely am,” you said dreamily, clearing your throat with embarrassment when you realized you said that out loud. “I mean, yeah. If someone was… hypothetically, like… into that sort of… thing.”

Mission 100% accomplished; they’re very much into each other.

Next up was the hard part of figuring out how to get confessions from the two of you without meddling too much. That’s why she was hoping today’s training, with you being partnered with Kafka, would be enough to stir up those same feelings and visceral reactions you both had while looking at the photos of each other not that long ago. So far, it was working splendidly. Kafka would say or do something ridiculous, causing you to howl with laughter and Soshiro to shoot Kafka a burning glare that could rival the intensity of a wildfire. Meanwhile, Soshiro would take his frustration out on the sparring training dummies, in turn leaving you dumbstruck at the way he moved so majestically and remained the most handsome man on earth, even in a state of sweaty exhaustion. When training was finally over, Mina couldn’t slow the buildup of anticipation deep inside her, eager to see the lovebirds admit their feelings, or at the very least, converse with each other. Neither of those things happened; you and Soshiro didn’t even exchange eye contact before going your separate ways.

Mina frowned. Didn’t she plant the seeds of attraction, water the foundations of a relationship, nurture the-

Looking back, I guess I didn’t do all that much.

“L/n.”

You turned around immediately at the sound of your captain’s voice, saluting as the dark haired woman approached you. You had just finished showering after a grueling day of exercise and were on your way to your room to get some much needed rest

“Come with me, please.”

“Right now?” you asked incredulously, eyes raking over the cat pajamas you were sporting. “Should I change into my uniform really quick?”

“No need,” she replied, “it’ll only be a moment:”

“Alright then.”

You were thoroughly confused but who were you to question your captain? You followed behind her dutifully, like a child following their mother to the kitchen for a glass of warm milk after a nightmare. Your eyebrows knit in confusion as she brought you into Soshiro’s office. He, too, had just showered, but he had changed into a fresh tracksuit, presumably because he never stopped working.

“Captain! What can I do for… you?” Soshiro faltered when he saw you peek out from behind Mina.

“I’m horribly underdressed for whatever’s happening. I sincerely apologize,” you said, bowing your head as to not meet his eyes. You weren’t that far below Soshiro’s rank, being a Platoon Leader, but you didn’t want your superior seeing you in such a state of disarray with your wet hair and casual attire in the office. Soshiro, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Y/n! I didn’t see you back there at first. I like your pajamas, cats are always a good choice.” His fanged smile brought you a sense of comfort,

“Thank you.”

You two would’ve gotten lost in each other’s eyes if it weren’t for Mina reminding you she was still there.

“Let me explain what’s going on. Y/n, Soshiro likes you. Soshiro, y/n likes you.”

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop from across the base. You and Soshiro broke eye contact at breakneck speed, becoming self conscious and wary.

Mina was confused. Weird. Aren’t they supposed to kiss or something, like how it happens in books?

“I’ll leave you to it. Good night.”

Mina practically ran out of Soshiro’s office, getting hit with a whole slew of mixed emotions as she made her way to her own office. Was she wrong for getting involved in her subordinates’ love lives? Did she somehow misread the signals you both were giving off? Was her conclusion incorrect, leading her to be labeled a fool, unfit for a leadership position? She fretted all night thinking about the lack of response you and Soshiro had about the great news. The next morning, as she got ready, she thought of all the ways she could explain her behavior and hoped this situation wouldn’t lead to her getting fired (worst case scenario) or you and Soshiro feeling awkward around each other (bad case scenario). You two worked extremely well together, neutralizing kaiju with just glances and nods, no words needed, and she’d never forgive herself for ruining such a good team.

Mina fiddled with her jacket one last time before lifting her chin up and making the trek to her office to start the day. To her surprise, the door was ajar, you and Soshiro apparently waiting for her arrival.

Goodbye Third Division, hello HR…

“Captain,” you began, “Soshiro and I really appreciate what you were trying to do for us, but-”

“I overstepped my boundary,” she cut in. “I’m ashamed that I let my self control slip and I put my subordinates, the people in my care, in an uncomfortable position. I don’t know if I can ever regain your trust again, but I swear that I-”

“Captain.”

This time it was Soshiro who spoke out of turn. “My deepest apologies for interrupting you, but you don’t need to be sorry. Your intuition was correct—y/n and I do like each other.”

Mins could’ve cried tears of happiness hearing that, especially knowing that her job wasn’t at stake anymore, but her joy was turned to confusion when she noticed you and Soshiro share a glance, making a wordless agreement, and then both reaching into your shirts…?

She watched with curious eyes as a chain entered your grasp, previously hidden from view under your shirt, a small ring hanging down from it. Soshiro did the same, a matching ring gleaming under the fluorescent lights. It was then that the inquisitive, intelligent, intuitive captain made the connection—

“Soshiro and I are married,” you said, sheepishly glancing over at your husband. Now it was Mina’s turn to be deadly silent. However, you could tell she wasn’t upset, she was busy comprehending everything that was revealed to her.

“We didn’t tell anyone,” explained Soshiro, “because we didn’t want it to become an issue at work. In retrospect, we could’ve hidden it a bit better.”

He scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. “Though Kafka doesn’t ever seem to get the hint.”

“But we know we can trust you with our lives and we should’ve at least told you. I’m sorry for lying to you, Captain Ashiro,” you said, your head hanging low.

That’s when you heard the strangest sound.

Captain Mina Ashiro… was laughing?

“This was an interesting turn of events,” she eventually said, catching her breath. “It turns out I was correct, but not in the way I thought.”

She strutted over to her desk, sitting down and starting the computer. “If that’s all you had to report, then you’re dismissed. It’s time to go to work.”

She looked up one last time, quirking an eyebrow. “Or are you on your honeymoon?”

[koshicoast]

Randomly thought of but MHA except Bakugou’s hatred for Deku isnt because he’s quirkless. Bakugou doesn’t hate or is prejudice towards quirkless people, he hates weak people

AU where Bakugou is still somewhat the same as in canon but his feelings and thoughts come from a different mindset

Growing up his parents taught him that a quirk doesn’t make a person stronger, the person makes a quirk strong

This leads him to train in not only with his quirk but also in various areas that could potentially come up during hero work (lock picking, reading body language, shit like that) bc if he’s weak then so is his quirk

If you’re wondering how a child is learning all of this, this is Bakugou-fucking-Katsuki. If he wants something, he’s gonna get it even if it means he has to go through hell.

Luckily in this AU, his parents aren’t neglectful or shitty!! they indulged in his whims more of them than not!!

They’re both famous fashion designers and have a lot of connections when it comes to ‘high end society’ so if katsuki wants to learn how to dress to kill or something like that, they already have it set up for him!

The Bakugou’s teach their little victory all of their tricks and tips about how to theoretically make clothes that have extra space for weapons (they know his desire to be a hero and while they’re a little worried they’re just happy he’s being prepared for the long run.) They don’t actually make clothes for him to hide weapons, they verbally tell him how to do something and tips but they leave it up to him to complete the task to a proficient level

They also let their coworkers teach Bakugou stuff, anything their kid would find important or somewhat interesting (taking pictures is boring but learning how to take clear pictures of a loving target is interesting)

Many models, photographers and people who know the Bakugous have basically adopted Katsuki as their feral child since many of them are unable to have their own kids due to their work

Now, Bakugou has learned things about body language (how to read it), how to fake his confidence, sewing, stitching, how to dress for any situation, etc from his parents and their coworkers

However while those skills are important for him (he has a plan to be the best and he can’t be the best if he’s lacking in skills) he needs to know how to fight hand to hand without a quirk or how to pick locks or how to pickpocket (who knows, maybe he’ll have to steal something from a villain!!)

He doesn’t tell his parents what his specific plans are but he does tell him he’s gonna do training on his own

Now normal parents would be worried but for the sake of the AU let’s just say that katsuki’s parents work on the mentality that ‘their child is strong and even if he gets knocked down, he’ll be right back up. He’s a Bakugou.’

Bakugou’s never give up, it’s not in their blood to give up.

So, Bakugou, feral child, goes off on his own to experience a real fight with people who won’t care if they hurt him or to find someone to teach him how to pick a lock or pickpocket

Most of the adults he’s met are just amused by this kid so they too indulge him and his demands

Especially those who spar with him, Bakugou has made it clear that if he feels like they’re holding back he’ll make it so they can’t afford to anymore

(Yes this isn’t always a good thing but what matters is that he’s survived and somewhat friends with a bunch of shady people)

(They’ll tell you that they’re friends, Bakugou thinks that they’re worthy opponents)

Now this leads me to his relationship with deku

Originally he didn’t actually hate Deku when it’s announced that he’s quirkless, why would he? The nerd just has to get strong and it’ll be fine!

Deku isnt weak because he doesn’t have a quirk just like how Bakugou isn’t strong just because he has a quirk

That mentality lasts for 3 seconds

he starts to hate how the green boy lets that determine his future of being a hero or not

Deku being quirkless isn’t a problem. Deku allowing himself to be weak because he’s quirkless is a problem.

He just gets so frustrated with deku that he eventually just pulls away. He doesn’t want to hang out with someone who doesn’t work towards a goal, blood, sweat, tears and all that.

Deku wanting to be a hero is funny to Bakugou because deku is weak, the nerd let’s people step all over him especially Bakugou

To Bakugou, if deku just stood up for himself for once then he’d respect him

For obvious reasons, Midoriya does not know this and everyone including him assumes Bakugou just hates him because he’s quirkless

(The only exceptions is Bakugou’s parents because they have the same mindset and Inko because her and Mitski are best friends so she’s more than aware of their thought process)

For reasons, Bakugou’s ‘bullying’ is more like taunts and if he does use his quirk he never directly harms Midoriya (he just wants to push the kid to act not kill him) this also means he never tells deku to kill himself

Midoriya firmly believes Bakugou hates him and acts more or less the same as he does in canon

However he doesn’t see how the blonde will text inko to let her know when Midoriya is having a really bad day or how Bakugou wards off students who want to seriously harm him

Is this an excuse to write about Bakugou acting as a ‘reluctant older sibling who just wants the best for the younger but doesn’t know how to verbalize it so their actions come off as bullying or the likes’ and Midoriya being the ‘younger sibling who is terrified of their older sibling but still admires them greatly yet will never say that out loud because they’re convinced said older sibling hates them’? Maybe

Needless to say, this leads to an interesting conversation when the topic of quirkless people comes up during class

Bakugou scowls as he feels his classmates’ stares burn into his skull. He turns around with sneer, his palms popping. “What?” He manages to ask through gritted teeth. All without blowing up too.

His dad is gonna be so proud.

“W-well..” Shitty hair stammers, looking uncomfortable as he shifts in his chair. (The only reason why he doesn’t immediately get blown up is because Bakugou likes him. He’s man enough to admit he’s got a crush but like hell is he gonna do anything about. What he’s not gonna do though? Blow up said crush.)

“Y’know how you are!” Dunce Face blurts out, Tape Face elbowing his stomach harshly as Pinky hisses a not so quiet ‘not cool dude!’ . Now the others are exchanging shifty glances and from how reluctant they are to meet his eyes, he already has a good idea what this is about.

“Yeah yknow we’re just

“Yeah?” His eyes narrow with disdain as his ugly scowl softens into a calculating frown and he tilts his head just slightly. His arms crossed across his chest while he forces his body to relax. It takes just a few seconds but his aura changes from the ‘typical bad boy delinquent’ vibe he usually has going on and turns into something much more. It works wonders and he has a brief flashback from a conversation he had as a kid.

“You want to be intimadating? Don’t shout, don’t fire off your explosions, don’t give any reaction. Be cold, be caculating. Be dangerous little one. Being quiet is the most dangerous one can get.”

He has the electric blonde pinned under his look and faintly he can hear a ‘oh shit’ from a few seats away. He knows what he looks like, practiced the fuck out of this particular stare that a Russian model taught him all those years ago when he went on a fashion trip with his parents.

“I’ll teach you how to be scary little firecracker. Make us proud, you’re our little victory.”

Models, he muses privately as he watches the boy sweat bullets, are as dangerous as they are pretty. It takes a few moments of tense silence before someone eventually breaks and unsurprisingly it’s fucking half-n-half. He doesn’t have a real issue with daddy issues but he’s got a bone to pick with the tea kettle lover after the whole incident at the sports festival. The thought of fighting him is enough to get his blood going.

“They thought you’d hate quirkless people.” Hot Water fucker says, face void of any emotion and voice monotone. Ever since being friends with the nerd, IcyHot has gotten a lot better at speaking up when normally he’d just ignore everything. (Now if only shitty deku could pound some emotion that’d be great.)

Even though he’d expect it, he can’t help but laugh.“Why would I hate quirkless people?” He questions, raising a perfect brow. He drops his arms, an elbow perched up on Midoriya’s desk as his cheek rests on his open palm. He watches them falter, hesitation in their eyes. He decides to add fuel to fire, “One of my favorite people in this world is quirkless. She works for my parents as a secretary, I visit her every time I go.”

He doesn’t bother to listen to the responses, snapping his head and making direct eye contact with the nerd. “I hate people who have potential but let others tell them where they belong. It’s pathetic and sad. They should go get some fucking dignity, you think having a quirk is any better than not having one? It’s like having an arm, it’s the norm but if you don’t got it doesn’t mean you’re broken.” His words come out even despite the frustration building under his skin, he sees how Deku’s eyes widen in some kind of realization so he forces himself to pull his gaze away before landing onto Pony Tail. He doesn’t have an issue with her and actually likes her a lot better than the others but her confidence is so low it offends him, especially since he sees her as an opponent. Her eyes grow big and he can tell she’s nervous but before he can change his mind, his mouth opens. Oops.

The idiots practically brought this upon themselves. Reap what you sow dumbasses.

He just goes off and everyone is just stunned because they had this idea of him but that completely crumbled as soon as he started to reveal some of his thoughts and opinions

(Kirishima always kinda knew Bakugou was like this just bc I say so)

I know where this was going but now I do not lmao

Anyways he said his peace and it’s all quiet as people take in what he said and Ofc mineta decides to say something

“I don’t wanna hear that from a villain!” The diaper baby shrieks loudly, the grape fucker’s finger shaking as he points at him. Now usually, Bakugou has no problem with blasting the little pervert and calling it a day but he’s not quite done giving the literal talk down of a century just yet.

“Listen here you sex offender in training” He sneers and he takes great pleasure in seeing the other tremble in fear. “Wanna know why people shut the fuck up when I talk? Why people bother to take my advice? Why compared to me, you’re just a coward that no one besides the class’s resident sunshine trio will ever look at twice?” He asks, getting up slowly. No one stops him as he takes a step forward.

“Because I say actually fucking matters.” Step. “What I say is based off of experience and talent.” Step. “If you’re lucky then maybe the shit you spew will be worth something because it’s not worth anything here.” He finally makes it to his desk, towering over the other.

“You don’t like what I gotta say? Deal with it. I’ll continue to talk my shit to everyone and anyone because I can back it up. Can you? You fought any villains recently like teach over there? You go through some sudden growth and expand your moral compass like glasses? You fight and protect a little girl from the yakuza recently like Deku and Shitty hair? How bout deal with a shitty dad or shitty parenrs like IcyHot and Eyebags? What? Piss baby too scared now? Yeah, where were you when we were fighting for our lives? Were you there when Pikachu and Tape Face and Racoon Eyes fought against the villains in USJ?” He questions but everyone knows he’s not asking for an answer. “You there when birdbrain almost got kidnapped? You there when I got kidnapped? No? Then do everyone a fucking favor and shut the fuck up or I swear to whatever god you believe in, I’ll shove my fist down your throat and into your pathetic body and explode you so badly they’ll be scrapping off your guts for days.”

Needless to say, it was an interesting class

[vangoghmusings]

status | kiego takami x reader

a/n: hello! this is chapter two of my hawks multi part fic. i hope you guys are liking it so far! also, ruisu is an oc inspired by my lovely bb @lilacskyura

previously: chapter one

pairing: kiego (hawks) takami x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cursing, sexual innuendos

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                       ⫷ chapter two: amateur ⫸

"So, we have a special someone who is joining us for the campaign!"

Y/N sat still with her eyes closed while the makeup artist worked on her. It was Friday, the day of the Chanel cologne campaign.

"So its a collaboration?"

Ruisu asked, looking up from her phone. Her black hair was tied back, accentuating her freckled cheekbones. If Ruisu wanted to, she could probably become a model too. However, with her analysis quirk and impeccable sense or organization, she found joy being an assistant, especially to as someone as kind as Y/N.

"Yes, he should be here shortly," The campaign directed replied.

"I should've known, it is a cologne campaign after all," Y/N mumbled while the makeup artist applied the false lashes to her lids.

"He's probably super hot," Ruisu giggled, crossing her legs and turning to Y/N. She simply rolled her eyes in response, sitting up and sipping from her iced tea.

"You know I don't like mixing my love life with work."

"What love life?" Ruisu questioned with a cocked brow. Y/N scoffed and placed her hand on her chest as if she was in agony.

"Ouch Ru, sorry I haven't found anyone up to my standards."

The hairstylist came in and greeted Y/N before getting to work.

"I just think you should put your self out there."

"I'm basically on every other billboard in Japan, how much more out there can you get?"

"I don't know!" Ruisu sighed. "I guess you're just intimidating."

Y/N took a sip from her tea and smirked.

"Good."

The stylist proceeded to brush Y/N's hair and add large amounts of gel to it, in order to attempt a "slick wet" look.

The shoot was supposed to give the look of a sensual shower scene. Glass panels, mirrors, blue lighting, and a steam machine were all prepped. The only thing that was left was semi-nude Y/N and the elusive special guest.

Once the stylist finished with her hair, Y/N stood up, tightening her robe and tossed her empty teacup in the garbage.

"He's here!" The director exclaimed and called Y/N over, Ruisu following.

Walking in and standing next to the director was a tall, tan, and fit blonde. Each step he took radiated with confidence. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him. She recognized him right away, and to say she was angry was an understatement.

"Y/N, this is the Winged Hero Hawks!"

Hawks stepped towards you and extended his hand.

"Please, just call me Keigo," He said, his voice like velvet.

Y/N pursed her lips and shook his hand politely.

"I don't work with amateurs so I hope you can keep up," She said tartly, turning on her heel and walking towards the set. Ruisu sighed and faced Keigo.

"Sorry about her, she's not too fond of heroes."

"I can tell," He replied with a slight chuckle.

Kiego was ushered to a change. The staff dressed him in tan boxers that matched his skin, the idea was to look as nude as possible. They began to apply makeup and the artists gushed at having the no. 2 hero in their presence.

Y/N eyed him and scoffed. Ruisu walked over and handed her a bottle of water. Y/N cracked it open and drank.

"You doing okay?"

"Not really," She mumbled while closing the bottle. It wasn't known amongst the media but anyone who was close to Y/N knew she had a deep-seated hatred for heroes.

When Y/N was 12, her little brother drowned at the beach. At the time, She had a broken ankle from soccer and was left with no option other than to call for help. She was sobbing and screaming, unable to help her brother. She was quirkless after all. No heroes came. Eventually, the police came, but it was too late, he had already passed. Y/N constantly beat herself up about the death of her brother. He was only 7 and was gone so quickly. As she got older, she placed more and more of the blame on heroes. No one saved him when she needed their help the most. She had no adults to help her either, her and her brother were adopted by a woman who was well on in her years. By the time Y/N was 18, her adoptive mother was already 74. Ruisu and her mother were the only people she had. Despite her fame, she was incredibly lonely.

Kiego eyed Y/N, who was ranting to Ruisu, while the stylist did his hair. Sure he had seen her on the television, news, practically every billboard in Japan, but he had never truly seen her. He would be lying if he said he wasn't excited when he was told he would be working with her. It appeared to be true what all sources had said about her. She was serious, intimidating, and meant business. But most of all, she was devilishly attractive. Being one of the top models across the globe would make that obvious, but to Keigo the shoots and photographs didn't capture how truly beautiful she looked. It would be safe to say that she was his celebrity crush. He watched as the makeup artist stepped towards her and touched up her skin. She spoke to the staff so kindly and thanked them for every little thing. She was known for being a delight on set but always willing to do her best. That kind of ambition was something Kiego admired. A lot.

"You're all set," the stylist told Kiego. He stood up and walked towards the set. The makeup artist walked over and began to apply oil to his body.

"Oh heh, that's kinda cold," He mumbled. He had done several photoshoots in the past, but nothing as sensual as this. He would be the face of this cologne, a lot was riding on his shoulders- er, wings.

Y/N glared at him and turned to Ruisu.

"This is exactly why I don't like amateurs."

"Oh c'mon be nice-"

"Does it look like I want to be fucking nice right now? They're making me shoot with this moron of a hero-"

Ruisu raised her brow and gestured to the water bottle in Y/N's hand. She sighed and rolled her eyes, opening the bottle back up and chugging.

"Just, be professional. You don't really want hero hater publicized around the world."

Y/N nodded and placed the cap back on.

"I know, I know."

"Okay, everyone! We start shooting in 5."

"Thank you 5!" The staff, Ruisu, and Y/N cheered. She handed Ruisu the water bottle and slipped off her robe. Underneath was a sheer tan two-piece, giving the slight illusion that she was in the nude. Keigo's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the sight. She turned to face him.

"You ready?"

Keigo nodded, his usual cocky confidence coming back.

"Of course."

The two stepped onto the set. The photographer came forwards to give his instructions.

"Okay so we want seduction, we want sex, steamy, but make it gorgeous. Yes? Yes."

Kiego nodded slowly, the photographer's French accent making it difficult to understand what he was inferring.

The photographer began to pose the two models. He had Y/N press her hands and chest against a glass panel. He then had Kiego press his chest against her back. He tried his best to hide his blush.

One of the staff members turned on a speaker, playing music to add to the atmosphere of the set. The lights were dimmed and the blue lights were amplified.

"And, ACTION!"

The photographer began shooting, Y/N adjusting her poses slightly. To say she was a professional was an understatement. Behind the camera, she was pure art.

"C'mon Hawks get in there! She won't bite!"

Kiego nodded and placed an arm above her, giving a dominating effect. Y/N posed by resting her head on his chest, her lips parting slightly.

'If this is what she looks like posing, I wonder how she looks-'

"HAWKS! FOCUS! Give me more sex, more arousal! Be the alpha!"

Returning from his daze, he nodded.

"Gladly," He growled lowly.

He lowered his head and bit down on her neck, causing Y/N to gasp from shock.

"YES YES!" The photographer cheered, snapping pictures rapidly. "You own her Hawks! Your scent drives her crazy!"

Y/N tried to stay focused and ignore the misogynistic chants from the photographer. She continued to pose while Keigo became more self-assured, running his hands along the curves of her body. He was beyond happy to be paid to lay his hands all over her.

"Y/N turn! We need a new angle."

She nodded and turned to the side, giving a profile of her curves. Kiego was mesmerized, she was glowing under the blue lighting. She made it all look so easy. Y/N raised her hand to cup his cheek, posing and pressing her lips against the side of his mouth.

"YES YES YES!" The photographer cheered.

After 30 more minutes of posing, the photographer gave them a break. Ruisu tossed Y/N her water bottle as she stepped off the set.

"Hey, do you want to grab drinks after this-"

Kiego's proposal was stopped by Y/N holding up her finger as she drank from her bottle. She let out a cool "ah" and closed the water bottle.

"No." She answered curtly.

[kittinoir]

Phantoms Ch. 4

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Adrien considered himself a kind, forgiving person, but even he stiffened as a familiar high-pitched voice grated against his ears.

“Hi, Adrien!” the voice chirped, right beside him now. Stifling a sigh, Adrien hauled his professional mask into place and opened his eyes, his relaxing thirty minutes in the hair and make up chair clearly over.

“Hi, Lila,” he said. Did she notice the undercurrent of tension in his voice? Did she believe the warmth in it? He certainly didn’t. He’d have to try harder than this. “Did you have a nice trip with your mom?”

“Oh, yeah,” Lila said breezily. She tugged the lapels of her jacket as she sat, straightening out an invisible crease. “It was so great to be home and soak it all in. Your dad even asked if I’d have time to sit down with him and talk about the latest Italian trends for his spring collection - after we shoot this winter one, of course!”

Adrien fought the urge to raise a brow at the lies that rolled off her tongue but her words had hit a nerve. His father didn’t even make time to have dinner with him; as if he was going to sit down with Lila to discuss her fake trip. He had to admit, he was beginning to see why Marinette had such a tough time stomaching Lila. It was harder than he’d realized.

“Of course,” he managed. At least he could avoid looking at her as Ava, his make up artist, tilted his face this way and that. He didn’t know how to navigate their uneasy agreement anymore. He’d kept her at bay for the better part of six months, trading on the only thing that was of any worth to her - his fame. But even that no longer seemed to be enough, and what more she wanted, he could only guess at. Her trip to Italy the past three weeks had been a welcome reprieve. He could only imagine how she would have reacted if she’d been in Paris during his endless hunt for Ladybug. It hadn’t been good the week immediately after his partner’s disappearance.

She seemed fine now, though, as she preened for Marc, her own make up artist. If anything, Lila seemed in higher spirits than he’d ever seen her. One upon a time Adrien might have thought she was beginning to find her place with their friends, but he held no such beliefs about her now. Maybe it wasn’t totally fair to compare her to his arch enemy, but Lila was every bit as dangerous and conniving as Hawkmoth. It had taken nearly losing Ladybug to an akuma to realize it. He wouldn’t underestimate her again. Especially now that he knew Lila’s two enemies were the same person. He didn’t even want to think about her discovering that little truth. They had enough problems to deal with as it was.

“I was thinking,” Lila said, her green eyes sliding to his, “Why don’t we grab some hot chocolate after the shoot, Adrien? You can catch me up on everything I’ve missed and we can spend some quality time together - you know, as friends?”

Adrien suppressed a wince, but it was impossible to miss the thinly veiled threat. The truth was he had a Chinese lesson waiting for him after the shoot and, had it been a normal night, a patrol to prepare for.

But normal was different now, and Viperion and Tigress had patrol covered. If Luka and Juleka’s mom noticed them missing, she never made mention of it - even if band practice had suddenly moved from their house boat to Ivan’s garage. At least, that’s what they’d told her, and the unfortunate truth was Chinese could be put off for an hour or two. Would have to be, if he wanted to uphold his end of their bargain.

“Sure,” Adrian said lightly. “My treat.”

“Like a date?” Lila said smoothly, raising a brow.

Adrien froze, his fingers white-knuckled on the arms of his chair. “What?”

“If it’s your treat,” Lila said, facing him, “Doesn’t that make it a date?”

“Not at all,” Adrien said, fighting for calm. “You can get it next time. Since we’re friends.”

He steeled himself for the tantrums that usually followed when she didn’t get her way, but instead, she just regarded him sadly. “Still not over Kagami?”

Adrien blinked. Kagami. If only. She’d barely spoken two words to him since he’d ended their relationship months ago, unable to move past his feeling’s for Ladybug. He didn’t blame her. But no, Kagami had never really held his heart. It wasn’t her laugh and her eyes and her warmth that he missed.

But as he took in Lila’s glittering eyes, he decided she didn’t need to know that.

“I just…don’t have those kinds of feelings for you,” Adrien said, giving her a facet of the truth - the most important piece of it. “I’m sorry.”

“I see,” Lila said with a short laugh. “My mistake. But I wish you would give me a chance, Adrien. You’d see what a positive influence you’ve been on me. How much I’ve changed. I think you’d be impressed.”

He doubted it, but Adrien kept the thought to himself as he stood. “I’m glad to hear it, Lila. See you out there.”

A blush didn’t even warm his cheeks as he made his way to his trailer. Dozens of girls confessed to him, every single day. He’d gotten used to it since he’d done his first campaign. Most of them didn’t bother him. After all, it wasn’t like any of them knew him personally. Lila did, but there was always an angle with her. She was after his name and the celebrity that came with it. If she had to go through his heart to get it, she would.

Luckily, his heart was guarded by the most formidable woman in Paris. And unfortunately for Lila, she didn’t hold a candle to her.

Still, the back of Adrien’s neck prickled as he got changed for the first look of the shoot. He’d never known Lila to go down without a fight once she had her mind set on something. He’d bet her sympathy was about as real as her sit down with his father. But she hadn’t forced his hand. Why?

His suspicions pestered him throughout the entire shoot. Was it that she genuinely wanted him to care for her? Did she really want him to be ready to move on before she pushed her agenda? And, the most far-fetched of all - was it at all possible she’d had a change of heart?

No, he decided as Lila simpered for the camera, cold even where she leaned against him. There was more to this - more to her rivalry with Marinette and her alter ego - than either girl was letting on. A rivalry he was beginning to realize he was somehow at the centre of. If only Lila realized there wasn’t a competition - Marinette didn’t want him. Not the way he wanted her.

“How about a kiss for this last shot?”

Lila’s voice shattered Adrien’s musings, bringing him abruptly back to the moment at hand. Had she said kiss? No, she hadn’t changed one bit.

Adrien glanced up to where Lila was pointing at the roof of the set. Someone had hung mistletoe from the rafters so that it just dangled into the frame, completing the winter wonderland theme that had been chosen.

Thankfully, the photographer saved him.

“No, no,” Vincent said with a shake of his head. “Romance is not the theme. Sharp, cold lines, minimalism, harsh beauty, that is the vision for Mr. Gabriel’s new line.”

Dramatic, Adrien thought, but from what he could tell, the set up did compliment his father’s designs - and thankfully, saved him from Lila.

“Of course, Vincent,” Lila said. “It was just an idea. I only wanted to show the clothes in their best possible light.”

Vincent waved her off, directing them into position as a light was adjusted.

“I know what you’re doing,” Adrien murmured as Lila stepped up beside him and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she whispered back, a smile dancing around her lips.

“I meant what I said, Lila,” Adrien warned. “I don’t - ”

“I know,” she interrupted, annoyance flashing across her face as her facade finally cracked. “I just think you need a little help mending your broken heart.”

She wasn’t going to stop, he realized. She was going to try to wear him down. It would take the whole truth - as much as he could say - to get her to back off. He hoped.

“Sorry, Lila,” Adrien said, “But my heart isn’t broken. It’s just elsewhere.”

Lila’s head whipped around as those calculating eyes searched his face. Adrien wasn’t sure what she found there, but whatever it was made her scowl.

“Who,” she demanded quietly as Vincent called for them to take their position.

“It doesn’t matter,” Adrien said, lacing his fingers through hers where her hand rested on his shoulder. “It’s not you.”

They fell silent as Vincent began snapping away. Adrien had no doubt this shot would be the pinnacle of his father’s collection; certainly enough frigidness had formed between the two of them to be palpable on film.

“That’s a wrap!” Vincent called ten minutes later. “Great job everyone!”

Adrien relaxed, immediately stepping out from under Lila’s fingers.

“I can make you love me.”

Adrien froze, then slowly turned to face Lila. The girl was staring at him, determination blazing in her eyes, her hands clenched into fists.

“I really don’t think you can,” Adrien said quietly, a hard edge creeping into his voice. “I won’t say this again, Lila. We’re friends. Just friends. And if you want to continue being the face of Gabriel with me, you’ll respect that.”

Dangerous, but he’d figured out why she was suddenly pushing for more from him; she didn’t need his fame anymore. She had her own. Modelling for Gabriel had given her that, along with several other modelling jobs and a sponsorship from a cosmetics line.

But being fired from Gabriel would jeopardize that. It was hard to use someone’s name to open doors when you didn’t work for them anymore, and though Lila might not know it yet, her leverage over him had evaporated the day Marinette had revealed her identity to their team. He’d kept up the charade for convenience - and it was no longer convenient.

“It’s Marinette, isn’t it.” Hatred burned in Lila’s eyes. “It’s always Marinette.”

Adrien pursed his lips but stayed silent. There was no point in denying it. Everyone would know soon enough anyway; the way he felt was impossible to hide. It didn’t matter if she didn’t feel the same way about him. He’d been down that road before. He’d never ask anything from her she couldn’t give, but he’d never been good at hiding his feelings.

But loving her was the one thing he could not, would not apologize for, ever.

“Good bye, Lila,” Adrien said, turning back to his trailer. “I’ll see you at school.”

“Wait a second,” Lila said. He heard her take a few steps after him but she didn’t lay a hand on him again. “We have a date.”

“Not anymore,” Adrien said without turning around.

“You’ll regret this, Adrien,” Lila snapped. “I will own your heart!”

“A heart isn’t something you own, Lila.” Adrien smiled. “It’s something you give. And I’ve already given mine away.”

[skyler-bane]

I. Leaving

Up went the sun. All the trees, sidewalks, and cars’ roofs seemed even brighter, still glistening with yesterday’s rain. Another warm morning in New York has just welcomed the residents. But would it be absolutely normal for everyone? Would an undisturbed daily routine be meant for everyone today?

 The walls turned painfully white as the first sunrays peered through the window – now one could also notice how empty they looked; no pictures or photographs, but minimalistic interiors had been pretty common for such a long time it wouldn’t make anyone question the owner’s taste. A large sofa had been waiting for so long to welcome any guests if they ever visited this place, there was a desk, along with some blue rug that looked exceptionally soft. A few shelves with books and CDs on them. Nothing more. No item found on the desk looked strange either and yet, it still didn’t seem to belong to a regular citizen, somehow. If one wanted to know why this room looked rather out of ordinary, the answer could be a couple of weird devices nobody but their owner knew what they were for.

And there he was; having fallen asleep so gracefully, with his cheek pressed against the keyboard, Skyler Bane had proudly managed to get his 4-or-so hours of sleep. Feeling how bad his back hurt, he let out a sigh and tried to make his position a bit more comfortable, slowly getting used to the brightness too. “Well, haven’t you mastered this trick…”, he muttered, blinking fast – still too much sun. But coffee wasn’t going to make itself and magically appear on the desk with a lovely “Drink Me” label… At least Skyler’s last commission wasn’t going to bother him anymore and could be classified as finished, a few days before the deadline. This should bring that… low quality sleep to an end, and hopefully the whites of Skyler’s eyes, along with his transparent and disturbingly grayish tone of skin would stop screaming ‘workaholic’. He finally managed to raise himself from the chair and head straight to the kitchen, where he looked outside the window. New York, how could these all people be so awake, smiling, and full of energy?

Skyler had moved to New York so many years ago, he couldn’t even imagine living in any other city now and every single time he actually tried to envision this move, that imaginary city looked… just like NYC. And 'moved'…? No, not really. He’d been brought to this city by his parents, straight from London where he’d spent his first 6 years of life. Not long enough for any strong bonds or friendships to be missed once they crossed the Manhattan Bridge, yet long enough to say his situation was rather difficult and… unappealing. No child would like to find themselves so far from their parents after all, not even with the loveliest grandparents as their new companions and guardians. New York was where Skyler had come to terms with what his parents had done to him, where his grandparents had managed to show him that the world wasn’t as rotten as it seemed to the little boy. But the reason he’d decided to stay in the city wasn’t as romantic as one would think. He’d simply gotten used to NYC, not bothered by his hopeless attempts at looking for some other place to live in. The message about his parents’ fatal accident and how he could move to their newly bought apartment in London - it all sounded like a joke, but sure Skyler could find some finesse in it. And he was going to move there without batting an eye as if they’d owed him much more than that. Which they certainly had. This one thought kept him going, this one thought reassured him that London was a good idea.

 A loud beep coming from his coffee machine announced that his drink was ready. It should wake him up, along with a hot shower, breakfast, and...- Another loud noise came from his front door this time. Someone was at the door and Skyler already hated them for coming this early, even though he was the one who had turned his phone off and made it impossible for others to contact him. He opened the door energetically as if he wanted to convince himself that he didn't need coffee to function properly. All his hatred was gone when he saw who his unexpected guest was.

"Hey, I brought your games! Sorry I didn't come yesterday, they called my mom and told her I failed that stupid test, so she got mad. I told her it wasn't because of the games or anything like that, but she never listens..." 

Ah, this boy. The list of people Skyler would miss wasn't long, his number one was Max, his neighbor. He was sixteen and lived with his mother and grandmother. Both of them weren't sure if Skyler could be considered a good company for Max, but his grandmother remembered Christine, Skyler's grandmother, and how wonderful a person she was, so eventually, they decided that as long as Max didn't start skipping school or using swear words, the two could hang out together. 

"It's okay, come in. D'you want somethin' to drink?"

"Yeah, some juice maybe? Thanks!"

Max came in and put the games on the table. A little bit too late for Bane to hide his bags and a few large boxes? Definitely. The man mouthed 'fuck' and hid his face behind the palms of his hands, so he could add a soundless, yet angry 'you stupid fuck' too. There was no way he could just disappear without saying a word now and he knew that well, he just had no clue how he was going to do that. Hey, I’m leaving and won’t be coming back. How was your day? 

Skyler handed the boy a glass of orange juice and grabbed his coffee too, leaning against the window sill in the kitchen. He took a sip of coffee and furrowed his brows.

"Why did you use 'fail' and 'test' in one sentence, though?"

"The questions were dumb! I couldn't understand them, nobody could," replied Max, sounding very disappointed. "I wasn't even the only one who didn't pass! The whole class, except for Josh of course, but it didn't convince my mom. She always says: 'if Josh gets good grades, then so could you'." 

Bane chuckled, ignoring Max's little protest that there was nothing funny about that. "Fuck Josh, he won't get any smarter if he's the only kid who understands dumb questions, yeah?" Max liked this part much more. He grinned at the man, as he drank his orange juice, and promised himself that he would use it next time his mom gets mad at his grades. "Don't worry about it, your grades aren't some kind of a mirror where you can see how smart you are. They're nothin' more than some simplified system and once you've finished school..." Skyler shrugged his shoulders and added; "At a job interview they never ask if you were an A student."

"Exactly! That’s what I tell myself but-"

"But you have to study, comprenez vous? Or your mom's gonna kill me, not you," he said, raising a brow even though he wasn't expecting an answer. And now the hardest part... Skyler inhaled deeply, told himself that he had to tell Max about his decision, then looked at the boy. "I’m leavin’. I'm goin' to London soon, I have to be sure you'll be ok, y'know?", then pointed at the boxes and the bags. “I know you’re probably disappointed and that’s not what you expected from me, but I just have to go. Start anew.”

Max opened his eyes wider, desperately looking for any signs that would let him believe his friend was joking. No, there weren't any, even the tone of his voice sounded completely different, unlike Skyler. He was going to leave him here. No more games, no more movies... No more silly adventures to keep secret from mom and grandma. Max hadn't felt that lonely in a long time; how else could one feel if their best friend told them something like this? "You're not coming back," he said flatly, avoiding Skyler's gaze for a moment. 

"Not really. I’ve got my stupid reasons... But I will visit you from time to time." 

"Is Aria one of the reasons?"

Some of the coffee he drank went down the wrong way and Skyler started coughing, which probably was the worst possible way of saying 'no'. "I know I said 'stupid reasons' but that's not what I meant," he said in a hoarse voice and cleared his throat once again.

"Ok, ok...- Is she going too, then?" 

"I don't care 'bout her and you shouldn't tell her anything in case she comes here. She stays in New York and I'm more than ok with that. Don't-"

"-talk to her, I know..." Max paused, giving himself a moment to ponder on his friend's words. He couldn’t just turn on his heel and leave, forget about their friendship. Skyler had helped him so many times and the last thing Max wanted was sound ungrateful. "If you have to... Come on, I'd be a shitty friend if I stopped talking to you or left without saying goodbye, right?"

"All I can say is that it'd be my style," he replied with a light chuckle. "Actually, that was my plan until you came here."

Max knew he wasn't joking but still managed to laugh at his confession. The fact that he eventually told him mattered most. 

"And now I better take a shower and get ready to... take care of... this and that." Max didn't have to know all the details about his terribly badly chosen role model - 'computer programmer'. Yeah, sure. 

"Sure," he replied with a small smile. Now he was sure that Skyler wasn't going to leave unexpectedly. 

"Max? Y'know what, I think you should take the games. I'll be far too busy to play them," he said, raising a brow. Skyler watched as the boy quickly went back to the table where he'd left the games and smiled to himself. He knew that it was probably the best apology he could come up with.

"Too bad I'll only get better at them." Max placed one hand on the doorknob and turned to Skyler, adding half-jokingly, "And you said you didn't like losing, Bane?", before he closed the door behind him.

Skyler finished his coffee in silence and headed to the bathroom. He really needed some time to think and as the kind of person whose brain worked much better in the shower, he really needed one right now. There were some things he needed to get done before he left New York, things that didn't necessarily sound pleasant, and he didn't have much time either.

[vangoghpoets]

status | kiego takami x reader

a/n: hello! this is chapter two of my hawks multi part fic. i hope you guys are liking it so far! also, ruisu is an oc inspired by my lovely bb @lilacskyura

previously: chapter one 

pairing: kiego (hawks) takami x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k 

warnings: cursing, sexual innuendos

links: playlist | wattpad

taglist: @mixfi​ @lilacskyura​ @katsuhoee​ @star-mum​ @moonlightinsanity​ @domhoni

                                   ⫷ chapter two: amateur ⫸

"So, we have a special someone who is joining us for the campaign!"

Y/N sat still with her eyes closed while the makeup artist worked on her. It was Friday, the day of the Chanel cologne campaign.

"So its a collaboration?"

Ruisu asked, looking up from her phone. Her black hair was tied back, accentuating her freckled cheekbones. If Ruisu wanted to, she could probably become a model too. However, with her analysis quirk and impeccable sense or organization, she found joy being an assistant, especially to as someone as kind as Y/N.

"Yes, he should be here shortly," The campaign directed replied.

"I should've known, it is a cologne campaign after all," Y/N mumbled while the makeup artist applied the false lashes to her lids.

"He's probably super hot," Ruisu giggled, crossing her legs and turning to Y/N. She simply rolled her eyes in response, sitting up and sipping from her iced tea.

"You know I don't like mixing my love life with work."

"What love life?" Ruisu questioned with a cocked brow. Y/N scoffed and placed her hand on her chest as if she was in agony.

"Ouch Ru, sorry I haven't found anyone up to my standards."

The hairstylist came in and greeted Y/N before getting to work.

"I just think you should put your self out there."

"I'm basically on every other billboard in Japan, how much more out there can you get?"

"I don't know!" Ruisu sighed. "I guess you're just intimidating."

Y/N took a sip from her tea and smirked.

"Good."

The stylist proceeded to brush Y/N's hair and add large amounts of gel to it, in order to attempt a "slick wet" look.

The shoot was supposed to give the look of a sensual shower scene. Glass panels, mirrors, blue lighting, and a steam machine were all prepped. The only thing that was left was semi-nude Y/N and the elusive special guest.

Once the stylist finished with her hair, Y/N stood up, tightening her robe and tossed her empty teacup in the garbage.

"He's here!" The director exclaimed and called Y/N over, Ruisu following.

Walking in and standing next to the director was a tall, tan, and fit blonde. Each step he took radiated with confidence. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him. She recognized him right away, and to say she was angry was an understatement.

"Y/N, this is the Winged Hero Hawks!"

Hawks stepped towards you and extended his hand.

"Please, just call me Keigo," He said, his voice like velvet.

Y/N pursed her lips and shook his hand politely.

"I don't work with amateurs so I hope you can keep up," She said tartly, turning on her heel and walking towards the set. Ruisu sighed and faced Keigo.

"Sorry about her, she's not too fond of heroes."

"I can tell," He replied with a slight chuckle.

Kiego was ushered to a change. The staff dressed him in tan boxers that matched his skin, the idea was to look as nude as possible. They began to apply makeup and the artists gushed at having the no. 2 hero in their presence.

Y/N eyed him and scoffed. Ruisu walked over and handed her a bottle of water. Y/N cracked it open and drank.

"You doing okay?"

"Not really," She mumbled while closing the bottle. It wasn't known amongst the media but anyone who was close to Y/N knew she had a deep-seated hatred for heroes.

When Y/N was 12, her little brother drowned at the beach. At the time, She had a broken ankle from soccer and was left with no option other than to call for help. She was sobbing and screaming, unable to help her brother. She was quirkless after all. No heroes came. Eventually, the police came, but it was too late, he had already passed. Y/N constantly beat herself up about the death of her brother. He was only 7 and was gone so quickly. As she got older, she placed more and more of the blame on heroes. No one saved him when she needed their help the most. She had no adults to help her either, her and her brother were adopted by a woman who was well on in her years. By the time Y/N was 18, her adoptive mother was already 74. Ruisu and her mother were the only people she had. Despite her fame, she was incredibly lonely.

Kiego eyed Y/N, who was ranting to Ruisu, while the stylist did his hair. Sure he had seen her on the television, news, practically every billboard in Japan, but he had never truly seen her. He would be lying if he said he wasn't excited when he was told he would be working with her. It appeared to be true what all sources had said about her. She was serious, intimidating, and meant business. But most of all, she was devilishly attractive. Being one of the top models across the globe would make that obvious, but to Keigo the shoots and photographs didn't capture how truly beautiful she looked. It would be safe to say that she was his celebrity crush. He watched as the makeup artist stepped towards her and touched up her skin. She spoke to the staff so kindly and thanked them for every little thing. She was known for being a delight on set but always willing to do her best. That kind of ambition was something Kiego admired. A lot.

"You're all set," the stylist told Kiego. He stood up and walked towards the set. The makeup artist walked over and began to apply oil to his body.

"Oh heh, that's kinda cold," He mumbled. He had done several photoshoots in the past, but nothing as sensual as this. He would be the face of this cologne, a lot was riding on his shoulders- er, wings.

Y/N glared at him and turned to Ruisu.

"This is exactly why I don't like amateurs."

"Oh c'mon be nice-"

"Does it look like I want to be fucking nice right now? They're making me shoot with this moron of a hero-"

Ruisu raised her brow and gestured to the water bottle in Y/N's hand. She sighed and rolled her eyes, opening the bottle back up and chugging.

"Just, be professional. You don't really want hero hater publicized around the world."

Y/N nodded and placed the cap back on.

"I know, I know."

"Okay, everyone! We start shooting in 5."

"Thank you 5!" The staff, Ruisu, and Y/N cheered. She handed Ruisu the water bottle and slipped off her robe. Underneath was a sheer tan two-piece, giving the slight illusion that she was in the nude. Keigo's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the sight. She turned to face him.

"You ready?"

Keigo nodded, his usual cocky confidence coming back.

"Of course."

The two stepped onto the set. The photographer came forwards to give his instructions.

"Okay so we want seduction, we want sex, steamy, but make it gorgeous. Yes? Yes."

Kiego nodded slowly, the photographer's French accent making it difficult to understand what he was inferring.

The photographer began to pose the two models. He had Y/N press her hands and chest against a glass panel. He then had Kiego press his chest against her back. He tried his best to hide his blush.

One of the staff members turned on a speaker, playing music to add to the atmosphere of the set. The lights were dimmed and the blue lights were amplified.

"And, ACTION!"

The photographer began shooting, Y/N adjusting her poses slightly. To say she was a professional was an understatement. Behind the camera, she was pure art.

"C'mon Hawks get in there! She won't bite!"

Kiego nodded and placed an arm above her, giving a dominating effect. Y/N posed by resting her head on his chest, her lips parting slightly.

'If this is what she looks like posing, I wonder how she looks-'

"HAWKS! FOCUS! Give me more sex, more arousal! Be the alpha!"

Returning from his daze, he nodded.

"Gladly," He growled lowly.

He lowered his head and bit down on her neck, causing Y/N to gasp from shock.

"YES YES!" The photographer cheered, snapping pictures rapidly. "You own her Hawks! Your scent drives her crazy!"

Y/N tried to stay focused and ignore the misogynistic chants from the photographer. She continued to pose while Keigo became more self-assured, running his hands along the curves of her body. He was beyond happy to be paid to lay his hands all over her.

"Y/N turn! We need a new angle."

She nodded and turned to the side, giving a profile of her curves. Kiego was mesmerized, she was glowing under the blue lighting. She made it all look so easy. Y/N raised her hand to cup his cheek, posing and pressing her lips against the side of his mouth.

"YES YES YES!" The photographer cheered.

After 30 more minutes of posing, the photographer gave them a break. Ruisu tossed Y/N her water bottle as she stepped off the set.

"Hey, do you want to grab drinks after this-"

Kiego's proposal was stopped by Y/N holding up her finger as she drank from her bottle. She let out a cool "ah" and closed the water bottle.

"No." She answered curtly.

[negasonicimagines]

Passion

request: Buffy Prompt 6 with Yandere Ellie?

[ 6: “Passion…it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us… passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d truly know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank… without passion, we’d truly be dead.” ]

notes: Yeah, I like Poet!Ellie & Photographer!Ellie. Leave me alone. I made Ellie a little more confident in this one, and centered it more from the reader’s perspective. Writing this made me want Brianna Hildebrand to play a yandere lesbian character more than anything ever. This Ellie is a little more goth, I think. F/H=Food (you) Hate, E/N=Enemy’s Name, and L/G=Least (favorite movie) genre. F/F=Favorite Food, F/TV=Favorite TV (show.)

warnings: Yandere, so a bit sexual & a bit violent & a bit creepy. Nothing too bad for the trope, though, I think.

Passion - Ellie Phimister

It lies in all of us, sleeping.

Waiting.

And though unwanted, unbidden,

It will stir, open its jaws, and

Howl.

It speaks to us, guides us…

Passion rules us all.

And we obey.

What other choice do we have?

Passion is the source of our finest moments;

The joy of love,

The clarity of hatred,

And the ecstasy of grief.

It hurts sometimes,

More than we can bear.

If we could live without passion,

Maybe we’d truly know some kind of peace.

But we would be hollow.

Empty rooms, shuttered and dank.

Without passion,

We’d be truly dead.

“Compelling stuff,” you breathe to yourself, realizing you’d been nearly panting at the piece. There was something about it, the darkness seductive to you. You wonder what inspired her to write this one. You’d never really met her beyond sharing a class or two, but you’d grown a bit of a crush on the star of your school’s poetry club. Her words drew you in.

“You think so?” She says from behind you, a little too close, but who were you to complain? You turn quickly, to face her and those eyes, oh god, those eyes. Absolutely penetrating.

“Yeah, I love all your work,” you compliment.

“Mind if I ask you a favor, then?” She wonders.

“Anything,” you tell her. “I mean, within reason,” you add half-heartedly.

“Well, I have this assignment for Photography that I sort of procrastinated on because I wasn’t sure how to fulfill the prompt… Do you think you could help me?”

“Sure. You really think I could help? You’re way more of an artist than me,” you tell her.

“Everyone has their own inner artist. They just need to find their medium, and...Unleash.” Her words fill you with the best kind of tension, and you squirm. “Sorry if I made things uncomfortable. I’ve been told I can be a little intense.”

Uh, yeah. Intensely hot, you think. She turns dark red, and you realize you must’ve said it out loud.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry,” you apologize, but she shakes her head.

“No, no, it’s fine. You’re just… Also attractive. That’s why I like to photograph you- I mean, why I want to photograph you for my project.” Something sparks in her eye, her blush fading.

“When?” You wonder.

“Would now be alright?” Ellie asks.

“Sure,” you reply, and she takes your hand, leading you to her dorm. Ellie closes the door behind her, and you smile, suddenly a bit nervous. She smiles back.

“So, this project is about… Vulnerability. The best way to make someone look vulnerable in photography is for there to be a certain balance in the lighting. The brighter the light, the darker the shadow, that kind of thing,” Ellie explains, and you find yourself hanging on her every word. You can tell she knows this, and that she likes it, a hint of cunning in her small smile. “A good way to capture vulnerability is to have the subject look directly in the camera, or in another direction that’s meaningful in the context of the picture.”

“I don’t know if I’m the best subject… I don’t really have any modelling experience.”

“Oh, no, you’re perfect,” Ellie insists. “Trust me, I had you in mind when I got the assignment.”

That creeps you out a little bit.

“M-me? Really? We don’t even know each other that well…”

The expression on her face is one you can’t quite comprehend. “Well, it’s not as much about your personality as it is about… Those eyes of yours. They’re the windows to the soul, isn’t that what they say? And yours…” She trails off, staring into them. Your face heats up under the intensity of her gaze, the intensity that draws you to her and her art, whether photography or poetry. There’s a longing inside it all, inside her, that speaks to you.

Your faces inch closer together, and, before you can think about it, your lips meet. Slowly, she pulls away from you, and your earlier-mentioned eyes flutter open. You remove them from hers.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you apologize, but she shakes her head.

“Let’s take those pictures, eh?” Ellie gets her camera off her shelf. “Do you mind taking off your jacket?” Once the strap is around her neck, she takes the black top sheet off her bed and hangs it on the wall, covering the door. She gets a stool out from her closet and takes your jacket off for you. You shiver, the room a bit cold.

You sit on the stool, and look in the camera like she specified, a bit nervous.

“Look at me,” she suggests, but it feels a bit more like a demand. You do so, wrapping your arms around yourself. After the shutter clicks a few times, she looks through. “Hmm… I’m just not sure about these. Maybe we should do something to get you in the mood. Could you maybe talk about something that makes you feel vulnerable?”

“Hmm… I guess so…” You begin tentatively, but find yourself opening up to her in a way you’d never really opened up to anyone, about anything. Even with the uneasy feeling in your stomach, you felt like you could trust her. She’d never hurt you, or betray you, you were sure.

In the end, you’re crying softly. Before you realize what she’s doing, her arms are around you.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Y/N. I wish I could’ve been there to protect you,” she tells you, smoothing your hair from your face and wiping your tears away. “I think the shots we got today were excellent. I’m sorry for making you cry.”

“No, no, you didn’t. You’re really nice, Ellie, we should hang out more often. Especially since you know my tragic backstory and all,” you joke.

“We should,” she agrees, but her tone is suspicious, to say the least. You go to exit, pushing the makeshift backdrop aside, but she stops you, a tight grip around your arm that almost hurts. “How about we hang out, and walk to dinner together? No point in going all the way to your dorm, by the time you get there it’ll be dinnertime and you’ll have to walk all the way to the dining hall,” she reasons.

“I suppose you’re right,” you admit, and the tension returns as your eyes meet. At first, it made you nervous, but now it excited you. There was a darkness within her that enraptured you. “Here, I’ll put up the stool,” you offer, going over to the closet. You don’t see her attempt to stop you, and you open the door, putting the stool inside. You gasp.

The walls of the closet are lined with pictures of you. Looking out the window in class, eating breakfast, training, sleeping, there’s even a few of you-

“Oh god,” you say before covering your mouth, mortified.

“Y/N, I can explain, I- I just- You- You’re my muse. I can’t- I can’t stop thinking about you, I need you, I-” Her breathing becomes labored, her eyes are practically the size of golfballs. “You can’t leave,” she insists. “You can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Y/N, I just said it! You’re my muse. You’re the reason for all my creations. Those poems, all the pictures I take, it’s you, it’s all for you. You’re my inspiration, I love you.”

“You- You love me? But you don’t even know me,” you disagree, confused and a bit frightened.

“But don’t I? I watch you all the time. I know what you don’t like, F/H, E/N, L/G... I know what you do! My poems, F/F, F/TV… I know your birthday, your favorite color, your insecurities, I know everything about you, and I want you to know everything about me. I want you to be mine, and no one else’s. I know you’re lonely. I- I can make it so you’re never lonely again. You’ll always have me, and I have friends, friends that would like you.” You can tell Ellie’s putting all her effort in convincing you… And she does seem quite thoughtful. You are lonely. You already have a crush on her, would it really be the worst to take the next step and make it official?

“Then I’m yours.”

“And no one else’s?” Ellie asks, sounding a bit meek as you both step closer to each other.

“No one else’s,” you agree.

“Perfect,” she grins, placing a kiss on your forehead. You blush, smiling back at her. “That’s a good girl…” she purrs, moving your hair so that your face and neck are more accessible to her before pressing her lips to your own. You feel her inner fire, both literal and metaphorical, in the kiss, and your knees weaken before your lips part

“So, those pictures in there… You’ve been watching me for a while… It looks like since freshman year,” you note nervously.

“I have,” she willingly admits, fingertips tenderly ghosting down your cheek and neck, to your shoulder, and back up. You shudder in pleasure, bite your lip, and look to her, restlessly. “Oh, is it like that, now? I looked through your internet history, love. I know just...what...you...like...”

[stylinsonlibrary]

Hello, sweetheart(s). Could you please list some enemies to lovers aus that are sort of underrated? Just, generally undiscovered. Thank yiu very much

UNDERRATED ENEMIES TO LOVERS FIC REC

(Enemies to lovers fics that have under 10k hits!)

I’ll Be There (5k)

Louis is less than thrilled to find out his roommate has coerced his nemesis to check on him whilst he’s sick in bed. However, Harry seems to take great pleasure in taking care of Louis. Maybe this green smoothie drinking, hot yoga instructing, hair in a bun wearing, pretentious art history studying wanker isn’t so bad after all.

On Monday, Louis thinks Harry’s a twat. By Friday, he’s thinking of reasons for him to stay.

Let’s Go Get Away (6k)

When Louis had moved to the island a year ago, he only wanted two things: to serve good food to good people, and to live on the beach.

Was that too much to ask for?

Apparently the universe thought so, because Louis had only gotten three months of blissful, uninterrupted beach living before Harry Styles moved in to the empty shop next door. Louis was hoping whoever took over the space might be a tour guide, or even another restaurant (with non-competing menu options, of course), but no – he had gotten Harry Styles. The guy who wore Hawaiian dad-shirts unironically. The guy who spent his time making soap by hand out of goat’s milk.

Or, a fluffy AU in which Louis owns a restaurant that’s next door to Harry’s shop, and Louis is completely unaware how smitten he really is.

Vanity and Pride (9k)

“And you have more important faces to remember than the one who helps you get all pretty for the people you actually care about impressing, yeah I get it.” Louis says, raising an eyebrow and shaking his head. Unbelievable.

“No, it’s just-” Harry tries to explain.

“Look, it’s fine. You’re definitely not the first conceited model to inadvertently snub me, don’t you worry.” Louis tells him, and a part of him wants to go full-on Made in Chelsea and throw what’s left of his vodka tonic in Harry’s stupid pretty face.

One Taste And He Want It (9k)

Stan: Yeah, dude. Listen to Steve and Oli, as much as I hate to say it.

Perrie: Well I’m supportive. If you two actually got together, it would be super cute. Perrie: Jesy says she stans you and supports your marriage

Stan: Shut up, Perrie. He doesn’t need more fuel for this. Stan: For real, Louis, I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Louis: Too late. I’m captain, which means my vote counts more than yours, and my mind’s already made up. I’m gonna woo him and learn about his team and we’re gonna kick their asses.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are the captains of the two Frisbee Battles teams in the finals, and Louis has to find a way for his team to win. Seduction is, naturally, the only option.

Same White Shirt (10k)

“Oh my God. What are you holding?”

Harry was startled to hear an English voice coming from behind him that he didn’t know. He’d thought he knew all the English employees around here. When he turned around there was a man with the most stunning eyes and incredible cheekbones known to man in the doorway looking with absolute distaste at the suit Harry had just been thinking of so fondly.

“It’s my suit for the show,” Harry said firmly. This guy was obviously an assistant if the badge and plate of fruit he was holding were anything to go by, but as he began walking to where the table was in the room, Harry noticed he was walking with a slight limp. Oh shit.

Or the one where Harry’s on the Late Late Show for a week and several misunderstandings with a certain mouthy assistant James recently hired make things that much more interesting.

feel my heart beating (12k)

‘90s AU where Louis’ addicted to matchmaking and Harry’s just playing along.

Rush Hour (14k)

“You know,” Harry says,leaning against the wall of the tube. “I could do a photoshoot of you and your calculator. I’d give you a generous discount.”

They stop at Oxford Circus and Louis scoots closer to Harry in order to make room for those exiting. “Well there’s an idea I’ve never thought of before.”

“I’d be very tasteful,” Harry nods his head. “It could be a nude shoot! Nothing but your calculator to cover your, um, your Piccadilly.”

“Oh my God!” Louis exclaims, laughter coming out in between words. “You did not just call my dick "my Piccadilly.”

or the one where Louis is an accountant in the City who hates his job and Harry is a photographer with bad jokes. They have the same commute on the tube.

Cuffed (15k)

What would you do if you were handcuffed to your enemy for 48 hours?

You’re So Square (Baby I Don’t Care) (15k)

“So does it say who my new co-counsellor is?”

“Yeah, it does.” Zayn doesn’t even try to hide his smirk and Louis just knows.

He sucks in a breath. “It’s that bloody Styles kid, isn’t it?”

Zayn starts cackling, and Louis takes a moment to rethink every life decision he’s ever made, figure out where he went wrong and why karma hates him so much.

“I’m stuck with Britain’s Biggest Boy Scout for the rest of the summer, aren’t I?”

Or a summer camp au where Louis tries to sort out whether he wants to murder or snog his perky co-counsellor.

You’ve got me running from the daylight (15k)

If there was one thing that Louis had never, ever wanted in his whole vampire life, it was having to protect a bratty newborn from five fucking vampire clans. Too bad he got stuck with the assignment anyway.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are both vampires and acting like assholes towards each other until at some point they can’t anymore.

The Man I Love (15k)

It’s the Roaring Twenties, a time of blissful prosperity, overflowing champagne flutes, adrenaline-filled dancing, and the rise of the Jazz Age—and Louis Tomlinson absolutely abhors it all. A stickler for modest classics, jazz is the bane of Louis’ existence.

Coincidentally, Harry Styles is the bass player for an underground jazz band.

Or The 1920s AU where Louis is a hardworking, no nonsense paralegal, Harry is in love with the greatest city on earth, Zayn is the enigmatic leader of the band, Niall’s just there to make sure everyone’s having a good time, and Liam is the barber who started it all.

hope your heart is strong enough (19k)

Doctors AU. Louis and Harry were taught in medical school that you will not be able to save everyone but that’s just life, it happens. That doesn’t mean they’re not going to try.

Can’t Start A Fire Without A Spark (22k)

Louis Tomlinson is the pop sensation with his first new single out since taking a personal hiatus from the spotlight. Harry is a paparazzi hired to photograph him during promo. Louis hates paparazzi with a passion, but there’s just something about the pretty young pap with wide green eyes and chocolate curls that Louis can’t shake from his head.

Dust to Dust (23k)

“There’s no way it’s true.” Harry shrugged, letting out a small laugh. “Louis can’t be… dead.”

Dead. The force of the word hit Harry like a ton of bricks. There were actually rumours that his Louis was dead. His heart rate picked up. It wasn’t true. No way.Harry, an active participant in the One Direction Tumblr fandom, comes across a rumour that Louis died and has been replaced with a lookalike.

On The Open Road (24k)

Harry and Louis grew up together, they shared childhood and teenage memories, but they never really got along.

What happens when they reunite after four years of not seeing each other, and they find out that the person they hated so much is not the same person anymore?

Or a short roadtrip!au in which Harry and Louis have to travel together across the US, deal with the past and of course, share a bed.

Gold Running Through My Veins (24k)

Harry can’t help himself when he leers. No one ever said you had to be unaffected by your own teammate’s body. Louis has a great one. He’s compact with muscle, curves in places Harry could only dream to touch one day. They hate each other, on the surface. It’s always been this way. Some ribbing here, some eyebrow raises there. But Harry would be lying if he was forced to admit he’s never thought of Louis in a different way.

“Take a picture, Styles. It’ll last longer,” Louis says as he ambles past with Zayn. His board shorts brush Harry’s shoulder, water droplets cool to the touch.

“Fuck off,” Harry responds. He’s got his part to play.

Or, an Olympic gymnastics AU that finds sworn enemies Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson on the same Olympic team, battling it out for gold medals in Belgium while they fall, quite stubbornly, in love. Featuring a steamy striptease in an empty gym, Harry canoodling with a gymnast from another country, a bit of sight-seeing in gorgeous Belgium and some really delicious waffles.

As Good As It Gets (27k)

Louis’s arms fling out, almost hitting Harry in the face. “Of course you did! You constantly made me feel small, insignificant, Harry. It wasn’t until that last day that you really made me feel worthless though.”

“I had no idea…” He says in wonder. Did he really?

“You had no idea? Why is it so hard for me to believe that? You knew Harry, and you enjoyed it. Because when you made me feel small, you made yourself feel big. But I decided I wasn’t going to be around to prop you up anymore. And I’m not going to be around to do it now, so just, please, leave me alone.“

Or the enemies to lovers/roommates AU where Louis and Harry really don’t get along until they just kind of… do.

Sail into the Sun (31k)

Prince Louis Tomlinson is sick of the closet. Harry Styles is a con man with a hatred of rich people. Louis needed a way out, Harry needed a husband. It was a mutual agreement. Doesn’t mean they have to like each other.

How Far We’ve Come (32k)

“This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

Before We Evaporate (37k)

Louis Tomlinson; executive chef and owner of his own five star restaurant, been voted one of the top chefs in London, and has won several awards for his work in the kitchen. He’s always dreamed of being on Chopped, but never believed it would actually happen. Until it does. Now that he’s officially made it onto the show, there’s one tall, curly haired distraction that might just ruin everything for him.

Or the kinda sorta enemies to lovers Chopped AU with far more smut than necessary.

Move On Back To Me (41k)

Louis Tomlinson had moved on, made a new life for himself in London as a successful solicitor, so why now did his past have to resurface after all this time. Despite the years that have gone by, a ridiculous growth spurt and an obnoxious man bun, he would still be able to recognise Harry Styles anywhere, even if it just so happened to be in his office’s kitchen making tea.

A lawyer AU, featuring reluctant case partners, hurt feelings, a footie team that can’t seem to catch a break and a misunderstanding, but ultimately a plan for love to win out, along with the help of some good friends.

Crying lightning (42k)

Louis doesn’t remember the accident, and when he wakes up he finds that he doesn’t remember any of the last ten years of his life either. All he knows is there’s some curly-haired bloke by his bed claiming to be the husband he shares a house, a dog, and a life with, two siblings he’s never met before waiting for him in the waiting room, and more niggling questions at the back of his head than anyone can physically answer.

This really isn’t how he planned to spend his Wednesday.

Here (In Your Arms) (42k)

College AU where Louis is the upperclassman frat boy with problems too deep for alcohol to drown out, and Harry is the stereotypical freshman with plans to figure out who he is.

OR Louis has a lot more issues than not letting anyone into his room, and Harry can’t help but help the needy.

You Took My Soul And Wiped it Clean (Our Love Was Made for Movie Screens) (48k)

His world began to grow back. He graduated with his three best mates, went off to uni, was majoring in education, managed to get decent grades. He was doing fine without Harry Styles in his life. One boy who he knew for five weeks five years ago was nothing. Harry Styles was nothing.

Except he wasn’t. Except that whenever something happened, Louis wanted to call up Harry and tell him. Except that whenever Louis ate a pastry, he told himself that it’d never be as good as the ones Harry could make. Except that coffee no longer tasted as good as it had when he’d been sitting across from a pretty boy with pretty curls and pretty lips and pretty green eyes. Except that in spite of everything, Harry Styles was still everything.

Louis was doing a pretty good job at pretending Harry Styles didn’t exist in the world - up until one of his housemates moves out, and he and his three best mates are in search of a fifth person to split the bills with and Harry Styles shows up on their doorstep.

Galileo (63k)

“Dangerous? Not haute?” Harry mused. “Why not haute?”

“‘Course you’re haute, babe,” Louis smiled. He reached out to fix a stray curl that had dropped down onto Harry’s forehead. Harry stared at him with a dimpled smile, and Louis reared his head back to laugh. Harry craned his head back in parallel with Louis’s, watching him. He couldn’t peel his eyes away. Louis Tomlinson laughing was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“You’re a whole other level of charming, you know that?” Louis said. Harry leaned forward to kiss Louis. They both closed their eyes, savoring the moment. It was a kiss that should have happened ages ago.

Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren’t supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

Tastes like Gold (73k)

AU. A lot of musicians dream about making it big and Harry is no exception. He has all the pieces to build a rocket ship to the music industry, but he’s missing the key. The songwriter. Ft. overbearing mangers, stunts, and a grumpy Louis Tomlinson.

you’re cold and I burn (77k)

Louis’ love for pretty colors and aesthetics, paired with his immense passion for painting beautiful flowers has stars in his eyes and thoughts of a successful career.

unfortunately, budding artists will struggle at first, so, cue the unwanted roommate. it only gets worse when the new addition is a sarcastic, flirty, and style-ignorant annoyance. all complete with a dingy leather jacket and a vast array of tattoos.

Bullet in the Dark (93k)

Louis hates college. But he hates Harry more. Well, sometimes hate can turn to love though… right?

[sussensecret]

⋆✺jungkook fic recs✺⋆

smut:  ♡           fluff: ☼          angst:   ☆

a list of our favorite jungkook fan fics. enjoy !

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Heart of the City - jungkxook  ♡ ☼ (DOESNT WORK) Spiderman!Jungkook  Summary: The responsibility that comes with putting on the red mask each night is followed by even greater risks for the people Jungkook is around. Telling you the truth could only end in one way but how long can he go before you figure out his little secret?

Irresistibile - jungkxook  ♡ ☼ (IT WORKS!!!!!!!!!!) College au Summary: The start of your freshman year of college, you have the utmost unlikely of tragedies to both meet Jeon Jungkook and fall into a deep, utterly helpless, and tenacious hatred for him.

Melomaniac -  jungkxook  ♡ (DOESNT WORK) Punk!Jungkook but also Prep!Jungkook Summary: “Your mother had always warned you about boys in ripped jeans and messy hair but she never warned you about boys like Jeon Jungkook.”

Hiraeth - jungkxook ☆ ♡ | 14 part series (DOESNT WORK) Zombie apocalypse au Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Just for Tonight - jungkxook  ♡ ☼ (IT WORKS!!!!!!!!!!) Summary: Jungkook plans on getting into the annual secret underground party for his birthday and you can’t help but tag along.

Exchanges -  workoftheaguk  ♡ ☼ Spiderman!Jungkook Summary: In which Jeon Jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. Even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head! 

After care - jungblue  ♡ Slytherin!Jungkook Summary: When Jungkook gets hurt during a quidditch game, and you want to give him a little extra attention afterwards.

Proposals - pjxmin ♡☼☆ Friends to lovers au Summary: You and Jeongguk propose at restaurants to get free food, but somewhere along the way you start to fall for him

In Bloom - tayegi ♡ Werewolf!jungkook

Roommates - tayegi  ♡☼☆  |  3 part series Roommate!jungkook

Zipper - jiminniemouse ♡ Bestfriend au Summary: Your best friend thinks it’s a good idea to watch porn together, he’s dumb.

Accio - minsvga ♡☼ Harry Potter au Summary: A food fight broke out in the middle of dinner one night. And, needless to say, being Prefects, you and Jeon Jungkook stepped up and stopped the fight - but also found yourselves covered in dungbomb residue and food afterwards. Also, there was an issue. There was only one Prefects’ bathroom…

Try-Hard - hobibliophile ♡ ☼ |  2 part series Rugby!Jungkook Summary: Yoongi asks you to help him photograph the university rugby team, and you’re reluctant until you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. Damn.

Lock the Door - monstaccato ♡ Summary: In hindsight, maybe you weren’t that sorry for not locking the door.

Jasmine - btssmutgalore ♡

Winner Takes All - parkjammins ♡☼☆ Volleyball!Jungkook Summary: Jeon Jungkook chooses volleyball out of all the sports only because he loves flying in the air and making it impossible for his opponents to bring back up the ball with his power spike (and maybe it’s because he also wants to get inside your pants).

New Rules - tayegi ♡☼☆ | 9 part series on going Fratboy!Jungkook Summary: there isn’t a summary, BUT THIS IS HONESTLY MY FAVORITE FIC EVER  

Blue Orchirds - inktae ☆☼ Hanahaki & soulmate au

Givenchy & Gold - promixity ♡ | 2 part series Summary: you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.

Fall For You - kimvtae ♡ | 3 part series College au Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.

Stuffed Pumpkin - floralseokjin ♡☼ Summary: Hooking up with the guy you’re neutral towards isn’t how you expected your night to go, especially dressed as a pumpkin…

Playing with Fire - floralseokjin ♡ Summary: jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day…

Sketch - moonscriptx ♡☼ Summary: After sixteen years of dreaming about the same unknown beautiful girl, Jungkook finally gets to put a name to her face – and she’s so much more than what he’s dreamt of.

The Wedding Planners - gukyi  ☼ Enemies to lover!au, wedding!au Summary: jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.

Break The Ice - mint-tape ♡☼☆ Hockeyplayer!Jungkook, Hockeyplayer!Jimin Summary: There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny: 1.     You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2.     You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3.     And most importantly, have fun! 

Morning Rush - atdawnsuga ♡ College au Summary: You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.  

Two Rotten Apples - chickenkooks ♡☆  | 4 part series on going Summary: we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this

Not So Honest - wonhopes ♡ Roommate au Summary: Jungkook has got a pretty big problem, and he desperately asks you for your help.

I Think We Need To Talk - freehoseoksdick ♡☼ Summary: “i think we need to talk.” + “friends don’t get each other off”

Just Friends - kinkjungkook ♡☼☆ Best Friends au Summary: Jeon Jungkook was many things. He was an asshole, a tease, and kind of an inconsiderate roommate. But most of all, he’s your best friend, and has been since you were 10. When he suddenly confesses his attraction to you and proposes sleeping together, you are smart enough to turn him down. You knew Jungkook; you knew how he moved from one girl to the next. You, too, were many things, but just another notch in Jungkook’s belt was something you’d never be.

Amour Chassé Croisé - jungnoir ☆☼ Ladybug au Summary:  by day, you’re just a normal teenager in love with a popular model that goes to your school, jeon jungkook. but by night? you protect the city of paris under the alias ladybug, assisted by the ever elusive, ever anonymous, and ever so flirtatious, chat noir. you’ve always wondered who chat noir really is under the mask, but he may just be closer than you think.

Take What’s Yours (And Stay) - kidguk ♡☼☆ Summary: Friends to lovers to strangers is how it usually goes, but you and Jeon Jungkook have revisited each of those steps a few too many times over the past five years (aka the Jungkook college au with mutual pining, high school flashbacks, friends to lovers?, strangers to lovers?, who even knows?, and many shy & awkward moments that nobody asked for - enjoy).

Doxology - jeonjagiya ♡ Summary: You and a fellow churchgoer spend Easter Sunday sinning and sharing a secret. THIS WAS SO HOT AND WILD WHAT THE FUCK

The Nudist and The Prudist - gxtsmxt ♡ Summary: ❛❛ i saw you naked on your porch but jesus christ is my friend so i was hoping i would never see you again but here you are go away hot person❜❜ AU

Wildflowers - fireheart-namjoon ♡☼ Faerie au Summary: He’s gentle, each touch lingering as if he’s mapping each curve and dip of your body to memory. You lock your arms around his shoulders and slot your mouth against his, the press of his lips soft and warm. The kisses are slow, a languid glide that steals your breath gradually until your lungs ache with the need for air and your mind is fuzzy with desire.

Vaunt - yminie ♡ fratboy!jungkook Summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk. 

Gold Rush - nochugguk ♡☼ trackrunner!jungkook also a college au Summary: freshman Jungkook comes to you with an injured shoulder and a very concerning proposal

Secrets of silk - nochugguk ♡ ☆ ☼ | 3 part series camboy!jungkook also a college au Summary: when a dreamy camboy turns up at your university wearing bruises of yesterday, your guilty indulgence manifests into a racy obsession.

Blue isn’t for you - kidguk ♡☼ fratboy!jungkook Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the epitome of ‘new’ for you and, without a doubt, the strangest frat boy you’ve ever met.

Banter - littlemisskookie ♡ ☆ ☼ Superhero!Jungkook, Supervillain!Reader, also roommate au Summary: Ironically, some of your best moments are with your archnemesis, the man who you literally fight every other day. But the two of you might be closer than you originally thought.

The Devil’s Change Up - jungblue ♡☼ College au, baseball au Summary: Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.

Sugar-Coated - guksheart  ♡☼ Bakery au, neighbor au Summary: jeon jungkook, aspiring singer, works at a bakery with nothing but cupcakes and satisfied customers to occupy his time. one day, his next-door neighbor strolls into the shop with tears in her eyes, and his heart cannot help but worry why

The Underwear Thief - gukyi ♡☼ Neighbors au Summary: Jeon Jungkook would like to make one thing very clear:  it’s not his fault. Like every imperfect, morally flawed human being, Jeon Jungkook doesn’t like admitting things that are his fault are his fault. It’s in human nature to find some other explanation, point at a scapegoat that doesn’t have your name stamped anywhere near it. Like when he blames the fact that he missed the online quiz that was due at midnight on how he didn’t expect for the new episode of Orange is the New Black to be that long, even though they’re all practically the same length and he just has poor time management skills. Or when he accidentally takes the last of the soda in Jimin’s fridge and then proceeds to call Taehyung out for it so as to avoid the Park Wrath. Or when he shatters his phone screen and blames it on his faulty coat pockets rather than his carelessness, or when the knob for the cold water in the kitchen sink breaks off as a result of “poor plumbing” rather than his inability to control his random bouts of strength. Jungkook doesn’t like taking blame. But he swears, this time, it’s really not his fault.

Euphoria - 94hixtape ♡☼ ft jimiiiiiinnnnn, college au  Summary: there isnt one, but a niceeeeee threesome for yall

Set On You - bymoonchild ♡☼ college au, volleyball au Summary: Sports has never been your thing, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit™. Especially when Jeon Jungkook, the golden setter of the team aka the boy who holds stars in his eyes, starts to occupy your reveries, slowly becoming both the quiet and pandemonium of your heart.  

we will be adding more to this list, as time goes by !

[cheollies]

Rent A Boyfriend!Minghao

Xu Minghao: the instagram boyfriend. the one you use to get those Instagram likes, with his incredible fashion and aesthetically pleasing photo taking skills, you'll receive hundreds of followers in no time. extra services include, his own Instagram account dedicated to only you.

Minghao has been a part of the company for a little over a year now

and he is very popular among customers

Why?

well because he’s so good at creating couple pictures and various couple aesthetics for social media

and girls just love the attention they receive from people who comment about how cute they are with their boyfriend

Minghao’s work relies mostly on social media, so unlike the other rent a boyfriends, he doesn’t have to go out a lot and interact with people

and the other boys are so jealous

but he does do the occasional fill in when it gets crazy during the holidays

Minghao also fills in as a fashionista, often helping the boys with their looks and he gets pretty aggressive with it sometimes

‘Minghao I don’t wanna wear the leather jacket. It’s so hot out’

‘Suck it up’

Depending on the services chosen and how much he’s getting paid, his job can be one of just taking pics in a garden to traveling to paris for a three day photoshoot

he’s really like a model in a sense

but he’s a model who’s also the director and is very picky with his pictures

One rule of his services is that he can’t fully show his face, because like it’s gonna be weird to see ten different girls calling Minghao their boyfriend

So the most he shows in his pictures is probably his smile or his eyes, and all his clients just say that their boyfriend is camera shy

Can often be found in the game room

Playing a game obviously, most likely in a competition with someone

by someone, that means mingyu because mingyu swears he can finally beat someone at a game

Minghao knows you, well, because you two work together

No, you’re not a rent a girlfriend, you’re actually the photographer that works with Minghao

Minghao directs, and you take the pics

in the beginning of his job, he was very picky with his photographers

like sooo picky, he went through almost ten different photographers before he finally met you

when you first met Minghao, you were this really clumsy person with a camera who spent almost five full minutes just adjusting the focus

and despite being clumsy, you were very hardheaded with it came to photography

so you and minghao often butted heads, and even if you two did, Minghao could deny that you were a bad photography, in fact you were great

‘I think you two should lace your fingers together’

‘I don’t think so’

‘and why’s that Minghao. Afraid to get intimate?’

‘No! Because i’m the director and you’re just the photography’

‘And as the photography, i could just up and leave with my own camera’

For weeks, Minghao grumbles about you always ruining his ideas

And who gets all the earfuls of this, obviously the boys

and he talks about it while kicking Mingyu’s butt in mario kart so no one can just escape his rants since they all wanna see Mingyu lose

But you can safely say, everyone is sick of his whining

‘God! Just date her already, everything that comes out of your mouth is about her. You’re an adult! This isn’t elementary school! Ask her out!’ Mingyu would say in frustration after he loses yet another game

and so it finally dawns on him, seeing you all riled up against him, bickering with him, it was actually cute

and so, during the next photoshoot, when he’s agreeing to everything you say, you can’t help but find it weird and just very weird

‘You’re weird today’ you’d say to Minghao when he’s looking at the pictures in the camera

‘What’

‘You’re being too compliant’

‘Whatever. I’m hungry, let’s go eat.’

Now you’re kind of even more weirded out because you and minghao are having a meal together. An actual meal together

You don’t even know why you’re still sitting in front of him when yesterday you swore you disliked his guts

And as the night progresses, you no longer feel the hatred you felt before. Because how can you hate the beautiful, sculpted by actual flowers guy, when he stops to pet a dog and tell it to go home safely

That’s some romance drama stuff that only happens in movies

And after the initial dinner, you two are catching meals together all the time, and each time when you think ‘oh he’s going to be an asshole’, Minghao does something to change your mind

Like literally buying a little boy ice cream just because the kid dropped his by accident

Or actually giving you his jacket in the middle of freezing fall just because you spilled a little soda on your cardigan

and at the end of the day, you ask yourself ‘am i really falling for this dude’

Yes, yes you were. And he was deeply falling for you

You two finally get together, after almost a month of you two mentally asking yourselves ‘is this a date?’

You and Minghao are leaving the company building to catch dinner together when you guys run into Jun who’s like ‘can i join you guys’

And you and Minghao shout ‘NO’ at him and you two kind of look at each other like ‘why did we just scream’

Jun’s standing there like ‘wow okay, if you guys just wanted alone time on your date just say so, no need to yell at me’

Yeah, that’s how you two got together, because that night was decided as the official first date

Nothing’s really different when you two start dating, besides the fact that you hang around the game rooms and changing rooms more because Minghao’s there

But you two still work together all the time, and then go to meals together, and you two started bickering again over pictures

But a key difference, one that gets you so embarrassed, is when Minghao introduces you as his girlfriend to the customers

Like ‘hello, this is my girlfriend y/n, she’s watching’

‘MINGHAO STOP’

Loves seeing you with your camera, you take so many pictures of him, he just wants to spend his day taking pictures of you

and that’s what he does on his birthday

‘Minghao what do you want for your birthday?’

‘Let me take pictures of you’

And he loves that you’re so camera shy

He can’t contain his giddiness when he takes a picture of you and it’s not even a nice one, it’s just you sticking your tongue out at him

And he gets kinda pouty because for the first hour, you’re finding intricate ways to hide your face

But you get used to it and he’s just so in love with your face with every picture he takes

Post all the pictures of you on his instagram

Probably writes something really cheesy like ‘there’s so many flowers but you remain my favorite one’

And then the guys are doing those fake sounding comments like ‘wow you two are so perfect together’

But he doesn’t care, because doing that small photoshoot made him realize just how much of the smaller things he loves about you. So BE PREPARED because he’s never not taking pictures of you now. Get use to seeing his face behind a camera with you.

[blushoseoks]

GREY AREA. (M) 12

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.” -Sylvia Plath

◇ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader ◇ Word Count: 7,774 ◇ Chapter Index ◇ Soulmate!Au, Slowburn, Angst

Warning: Depression and death mention, underage drinking, please take this into consideration before continuing. 

If the kink forming in his neck, and the uncomfortable sitting position he's in says anything at all – it is that for some reason unknown to him in his half awake, half asleep, groggy state – is that he isn't in his bed.

The second thing he notices is that even though he lacks a blanket, he's comfortably warm. And within a moment, as his ears perk up to his surroundings and he starts to hear the hushed whispers of two people in the same room as him – he remembers what had happened.

You, coming over in search of Jungkook and having to stay because of the lack of vehicle transportation during the storm. You, falling asleep on the couch, just an arm's length away. You, asking him – what you had asked him.

He contemplates it for a moment – whether to sit himself up, whether waking up. Because no doubt in his mind says that Jungkook's arrived home and that in result, he had woken you up. Curiosity about your company getting the best of him.

He decides in the end, to not open his eyes. Interested in what he may over hear.

“That doesn't explain why you were sleeping on my couch – with Yoongi-hyung.” Says Jungkook.

And something in his tone of voice causes Yoongi to lock his jaw tightly, causes his curiosity to suddenly become even more peaked.

“Yeah, it started raining and seeing as though you had Yoongi's car he couldn't take me home. He let me stay, and I fell asleep. Looks like he did too.”

Is the response he hears you speak.

And then he knows you're staring at him, can feel it in the way his skin immediately begins to tingle with starfire.

He scrunches his nose up then, jaw staying locked as his head stays leaning on one shoulder.

He must actually, on accident, fall back asleep then. Because the next time he's jolted awake, is when a blanket is being settled down over his short body.

And the smell of a citrus sort of aroma is filling his nostrils – enough to notify him that it had been you who had given him the blanket. Because you and Yoongi may not be close, not in the least bit, but he's been around you a few times and can tell that you wear fruit-like perfumes. Something he had never been a fan of until he had smelled the sort you wear.

“Touche.” He hears your voice say, reminding him that he's not alone in the room.

“Ready?” Jungkook asks a moment later, a smile being able to be heard in the way he responds.

And you must nod, because he doesn't hear a response, but within a second both of you are heading towards the only exit, and the thud of the door shutting is enough to prompt him to open his eyes.

It takes him a few minutes to fully sit up, to fully talk himself into getting up and when he does, his fingers immediately twitch and the tips of his nails itch to hold something they've grown used to carrying – and Yoongi, he hasn't smoked in about a week, has finally made the choice to quit – if it could be called a choice that is.

Jungkook's constant nagging about not letting him smoke in the apartment, meaning he has to walk down to the lobby and step outside to smoke every hour or so is getting harder to do as the weather grows colder, so the choice was actually keep smoking and freeze his ass off or stop. He chose the one in which he didn’t freeze to death.

He heard that having something in your hands can help overcome the addiction. But unfortunately, he's never been a fan of gum. Which is why he had taken up the action of sucking on lollipops.

But sucking on lollipops is hard to do when he's just run out.

So with a huff, and a feeling of disappointment soon settling inside of his being he chooses to cave in. He knows he still has a pack on top of the refrigerator, and when he checks – he finds it, meaning Jungkook hadn't thrown it away even though he probably wanted to. Was probably afraid to do so in all honesty.

And when he goes to find his jacket - where it should be hanging in it's usual spot by the door, and instead finds your jacket, he lets out a sigh. He didn’t need a reminder that you existed in his apartment.

His fingers are gentle as they brush across the smooth fabric. Images of it drowning your body forming in his mind and it takes all of his might for him to not bring the cloth to his nose and to inhale the scent – because, whatever you use has somehow managed to unknowingly make it his favorite scent.

Plus smelling your jacket could be classified as borderline obsessed, or weird.

He decides to go out without a jacket that night, fingers clenching as he turns away from the coat rack. He figures that Jungkook must've worn his to take you home and he was certainly not going to wear your jacket or go into Jungkook's room – that was an agreement they both had silently come to. Jungkook was not meant to go into his, and vice versa, so he wasn’t going to break the agreement. And he figures that if he's going to smoke then this will be his punishment, that the cool weather will be cruel enough and maybe in result, cut his smoke break short.

That maybe it'll remind him of one of the reasons he stopped in the first place. But by the time he's reached the front of the building and has lit up a cigarette he's regretting that decision all together, because it’s freezing and, fuck Jungkook, he shouldn't have taken his jacket. It's fucking cold, if the goosebumps forming on his skin doesn't say the thought loud and clear enough already. And it's often at nights – it occurs mostly, when he starts to think about the Universe, about soulmates, about every decision he's ever made in his life.

He knows that the way he acted with you in the beginning is one decision in his life that part of him regrets, but another part doesn't. It's confusing.

Everything is a little confusing to Yoongi. He doesn't understand nor like most things. And he's reminded of his distaste to the world by simple happenings. Memories. Things that no matter how hard we try - we can never fully get rid of. Sure, we can forget at times. We can bury unpleasant ones underneath the better ones. We can attempt to push them away, to cover them up with others, but we’ll always have them. They’ll always be inked to our brain like when you forget to use a coaster, and because of that, there's an ugly ring left to the surface of whatever it had been sitting on.

They'll always be permanent like tattoos.

And Yoongi’s never been very fond of tattoos. But then again, Yoongi’s never been very fond of many things. Some may say he’s a pessimist, always looking for what will go wrong, but in his own opinion he’s just preparing himself for the worst possible scenario. He’s done that for awhile now, doesn’t like to be caught off guard at all.

He likes to say he’s a realist, or perhaps an idealist, or maybe even somewhere caught between the two. He dislikes when he heats up food in the microwave and whatever container is holding his food is hot, but the food itself is cold. He dislikes when foreigners expect him to speak their language. How dare they come to a country and expect the people who live there to know their language. He doesn’t like when people have no common sense - hates when somebody can’t take a hint. But the one thing that is above all else on the list of things he absolutely detests: is fall.

He hasn't always disliked it. In fact, he used to be a big fan.

For awhile he associated the season with his mother. His mother, being the professional photographer she was had always enjoyed Fall best. Because after all, that was when the leaves were in their prime. They had undergone their transformation from evergreen to bright vibrant hues of oranges, yellows, and reds.

In result to being an only child to a woman who just beginning to find a passion in photography, he often was her model. She excused the real reason for their sudden closeness as mother – son bonding, but Yoongi was smart. Always has been.

He knew better.

But he didn't mind it. Not at all. Not when his mother – who had just gone through the worst depression he had ever witnessed, had finally began to become herself again. No longer did she hide away in the house, lock herself in the bedroom and make a home in her bed. No longer were the rooms dark, no longer was she alone, refusing to speak to her son or her husband.

She was okay, and that was what was important. And if Yoongi modeling for her made her happier, then so be it. He'd be the damned best model he could be – even if he was only thirteen. His hatred for the season didn't make itself known, didn't transition until a few years down the road, when harsh circumstances made him more observant of the things around him. When his eyes were finally opened in the midst of the hardest time of his life, he had been able to see what was actually occurring. Underneath the fabrication of the pretty colors of the leaves, was the truth. The trees were dying. The leaves were dying. They'd soon transform into an ugly brown, into a wrinkled mess and fall from the limbs they had clung to their entire life. Only to be buried underneath snow and soon be stepped on with the months to come. And yes, they came back. Trees were reborn, they'd be okay. But in reality, when you die. You don't come back. Once you're gone, you are gone forever. And why didn't Min Yoongi like Fall? You could say he was cynical. You could claim that he was looking too deeply into something that was hardly there

But the answer itself was simple: he didn't like to watch beautiful things die. He never would. His train of thought is interrupted by an all too familiar voice, having returned sooner than Yoongi had planned for. “Yoongi-hyung.” Comes Jungkook's voice from his left, he glances towards the boy and offers him a nod in form of a greeting. “Kook.” He says slowly, voice gravelly as he focuses on finishing the cigarette he had so desperately tried to keep from lighting up. ���How long have you been awake?” Jungkook asks, hands slipping into the front pockets of his blue jeans. He's standing beside Yoongi now, and out of the corner of the older’s eyes he can tell that Jungkook's attention is settled on him – more specifically the cigarette. But Jungkook won't say anything, he's not confrontational. Yoongi takes advantage of that for the moment. Yoongi's shoulders lift up into a small shrug, ashing his cigarette to the right as he breathes out a slow breath of smoke. “Not long, maybe ten minutes.” Jungkook doesn't respond, just nods and they soon fall into a comfortable silence. A few minutes pass before he speaks again. “So Y/N, huh?” Jungkook asks, eyebrow uplifting curiously. The sound of your name does gather Yoongi's attention, if just by the slightest and he turns his head towards Jungkook's. Eyes finding the younger's. “She came looking for you -” he stops then, his sentence taking a different course. “hey, you know you shouldn't invite people over if you're not going to be here when they show up.” Yoongi shakes his head, lips tugging up into a small smile. “Brat.”

And then he's looking over to the side again, eyes moving to settle on the dying trees.

The night is cool, the moon barely visible, hidden behind dark grey clouds. A ring is circulating the white object, indicating that it just might continue to rain further into the night. “Wait.” Comes Jungkook's voice, a hint of curiosity and perhaps confusion mixed in between his words.

“I didn't invite her over?” He asks, eyebrow cocking upwards. This does draw Yoongi's attention once more, head turning back towards Jungkook's as his eyes find his friend's. If Jungkook hadn't invited you over, then why had you shown up and stated that you were looking for him? That he had invited you over? The only possible solution didn't make any sense. Was just a little too ludicrous to actually be believable.

Had you come over… for him?

You hadn't given him a response to his proposal and that would have been the only reason you had come to see him if at all – and there was no rush, really, there wasn't. This was a big step for him, to actually decide to listen to advice he had received ages ago and allow you into his life – this was talked about before he had even met you, and he had sworn a long time ago that he'd want nothing to do with you when you came around – but that was starting to prove itself harder than he'd thought it would. Especially when the soulmate bond was trying to force you two together, especially when you were practically forced into his life. Yoongi's stubborn, always has been and probably always will be, so why had he decided to listen to the advice he had received such a time ago – so long and hard to comprehend that he almost has to convince himself that it actually did occur, that it wasn't just something he had dreamed up, right now? Well, for two reasons. One: guilt.

And two, and perhaps the most important: a promise.

Yoongi didn't like breaking promises and didn't do it when he didn't have to. “So, you think she came over to see you?” Jungkook's voice interrupts his thoughts for the second time that night.

He blinks, eyes moving back to stare into Jungkook's.

And there's something in Jungkook's eyes – something he thinks looks like hope. And it was obvious. So obvious about Jungkook's interest in you – since the first time he had met you, he had barely been able to take his own eyes off of you – the pull of the heat being greater than his own strength, so when he noted that Jungkook's eyes had failed to do the same, it didn't in the least bit surprise him. In the beginning he had convinced himself that it was a puppy crush - the attraction Jungkook had had towards you, and perhaps at the time he had hoped that that would be the extent of it. But over time he had been proved incorrect. Jungkook's longing gazes towards you had only intensified, and his excitement whenever he told Yoongi that you'd be coming over grew every time it occurred – and he was starting to wonder if you had noticed it at all.

Deep down inside of him, he was hoping you hadn't. For reasons unknown.. of course. And it's the hope lingering in Jungkook's eyes that makes Yoongi say something he doesn't fully believe. But it's to spare his dongsaengs feelings and that seems as an important a reason as any to not fully be.. truthful. “No, Jungkook, I don't think she came for me. Why would she? We aren't very close, certainly not as close as you two.” And the way Jungkook's shoulders slowly untense, and the sigh of relief disguised as a breath of air that leaves his lips, tells him that he's made the right choice. Because if Jungkook liked you, he was going to let things go on as they could. He had no claim to you, and well – neither did Jimin.

You deserved happiness, just as much as Jungkook did and you weren't going to find it in him or Jimin.

Jungkook nods his head in response, nose scrunching up a bit. “Well, it's late and I'm tired, I'm going to head to bed. Turn up soon, yeah, Hyung? The bags under your eyes keep getting darker.” And he doesn't say it in a negative way, or a way to poke fun, but a matter of fact type way. Jungkook turns then, heads for the entrance and Yoongi only nods in his direction, not entirely in the mood to chastise him about nagging him like his mother used to do. But it's as Jungkook's reaching for the entrance to their apartment complex that he speaks again, having forgotten an important part of his and your conversation from earlier that night.

“Oh, by the way-” he starts, making Yoongi look over his shoulder, eyes fixating on Jungkook's. “Y/N told me to tell you 'yes,' said you'd know what it'd mean.” His shoulders lift up into a shrug then and then he's stepping into the building, the warmth blowing out of the lobby and rushing over Yoongi's body, immediately telling him that it's time to go inside himself.

And when he does – it's with a very small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Because although it was vague, and he would have preferred it to have happened in person – you had accepted his proposal. Meaning that yes, you had come over today for him, and for him alone. And for some reason that made a familiar spark ignite inside of him.

That night he gets a better sleep than he has in ages.

He’s standing just outside the door to your guys’ shared English Literature classroom, back pressed against the bricks that build up the school’s walls, and teeth mindlessly making their way down and pressing into his bottom lip as his nerves only continue to bubble up inside of him.

Min Yoongi has only been scared a few times in his life, and this he thinks, as he contemplates going inside or ditching his class, this is a new time he can add to his list.

Mainly because he doesn’t entirely know how to act around you. He has not tried to contact you, hasn’t been sure whether he should  or not, and now he’s not sure what to do or say to you when he walks into English class.

Should he approach you?

Should he just go about his business?

He doesn’t know and he’s losing time. So sucking in a deep breath and trying to remind himself that it’s not the end of the world, he collects himself the best to his ability and walks through the threshold, and immediately - like his eyes are made just to stare at you - he finds you among the many people in the room.

And once again he’s afraid. Because you have beautiful eyes and an easily destructive smile and he’s so afraid to get too close due to what happened last time, and it’s hard to stay away from you because the pull is so strong and it wants nothing more than for him to walk directly up to you and -

For once he finds himself giving into the bond, into the pull.

Because your eyes have found his, and there’s no turning back now. So he lifts a hand, trying to smile - though he knows it doesn’t quite look like a good one, and when you nod he decides to walk up to you.

And although it’s not the best conversation to occur between the two of you, it is a start, and that’s what matters.

Yoongi often wonders if the best days of somebody's life can overrule the worst days of someone's life. He's spent years now thinking over this question and trying to make sense of it. Trying to come to an answer to a seemingly answerless question.

Because his best day was one of the best things he's ever experienced, if not the best. But his worst day was the absolute worst thing to ever occur to him. Was the worst day of his entire existence, and no matter how bad he tries to bury it, the memory of it is always there to haunt him. Always deeply sunk into the folds of his brain and cracks of his heart.

He wants to know if a best day can make the thoughts of the worst disappear, or become less painful. If so, he'll do just about anything to get that to happen.

He's standing near one of the walls of the Fraternity's house, along with Hoseok, Seokjin, and Namjoon. Though Namjoon and Hoseok seem to be in a heated discussion that him and Seokjin don't think is meant for their ears, so in result and out of respect they are trying their best not to eavesdrop even though it's somewhat tempting.

But Yoongi can't help but to notice that the argument started around the time Hoseok had become much more interested in the game you, Taehyung, Yoona, and Jungkook are playing – more specifically when it was time for Taehyung to spin the bottle.

He's been watching the game for awhile, has tried his best to keep his eyes from landing on your body. But when it comes to be your turn he suddenly finds himself even more engrossed in the game. Head tilting a little as he finally gives in and allows his eyes to find your body, watches the way you spin the bottle. And he'd be lying if he said that he didn't follow each spin of the glass bottle, waiting somewhat eagerly for it to stop.

And after moments that seem like hours later, does the bottle stop and Yoongi lets out a little breath. Because well – it's not Jungkook.

And it's not entirely because he doesn't want you to kiss Jungkook, but more so because he doesn't want Jungkook to kiss you. Not while he's drunk on something, or high on another.

Or, well, that's the excuse he keeps telling himself.

And even though a voice in his head is screaming at him to look away from what is about to happen, he can't find himself to do so. He doesn't feel like it's his right to know who you kiss, in fact to him it feels like he's invading privacy, like it’s something he shouldn't be watching.

But no matter how hard he tries, the heat he feels tries harder. The soulmate bond, the pull, is much stronger.

And so his willpower disappears when he needs it most and he watches, while his hand unrelatedly curls tighter around the little amount of alcohol placed in his cup.

And it lasts longer than any of the other kisses in the game has, and it causes Yoongi's eyebrows to knit together a little in what – he can't quite decipher.

But before he can comprehend it you both are pulling apart from each other, and there's a smile on your lips – one so wide Yoongi feels like he might fall backwards if it wasn't for his good balance and two feet planted to the tile of the floorboards.

And then you are staring at him.

And the heat is so warm.

Something Yoongi finds himself wanting to just dwell in at all hours of the day.

There's an unreadable look on your face – he notes, and then you're suddenly looking away. Body standing as you say something to the group and seem to rush off, soon getting lost in the crowd somewhere.

And only then does he look away. Eyes moving to stare down and into the liquid of his beverage. That's when he notices that Seokjin is silent.

Too silent for comfort.

Before he can glance upwards to see if Seokjin's noticed anything – his friend is proving that he has.

“You've got to learn how to be more discreet with your staring.” He says casually. Yoongi looks up towards his best friend, eyes finding the elder's. His eyebrows raise then, trying his best to feign innocence.

Jin doesn't buy it and in result rolls his eyes.

“It was obvious you were staring – and you've got to learn to be way more discreet I'm telling you she always knows when you're doing it.”

And Yoongi snorts.

It's involuntarily and ugly and causes Jin's eyebrows to raise upwards in question, as if to ask what Yoongi finds to be funny.

And Yoongi can't voice his thoughts.

The thought of:

Duh, shithead. We're soulmate's.

So instead Yoongi lifts his shoulders up into a slow shrug. His head turning as his eyes move to fixate on something in the distance, something of little to no importance whatsoever. He hopes that his lack of interest in the conversation will tell Seokjin he doesn't wish to continue speaking of the topic, but one thing about Seokjin is that he's not always the most observing. He needs things written out for him. I mean, he didn't even notice that Namjoon was interested and well - Namjoon's flirting is absolutely atrocious.

But Jin says something next that grasps Yoongi’s attention.

Says, “She stares at you quite a lot. Don’t you think?” And Yoongi can practically hear the smirk in his friend’s voice. He wants to roll his eyes and he does so, moving them to stare heavenward for a few seconds, makes sure Jin notices. And when he does it earns him an elbow to the ribs causing him to hunch over a tad.

But apparently Jin wasn’t done speaking and he decides to carry on. Adding on something that he knows is a little risky. Is the equivalent to poking a sleeping bear with a stick, but well, Jin’s always been a little bit of a risk taker. Has always enjoyed the rush.

“You stare at her quite a lot too.”

The speed in which Yoongi whips his head around has got to be a record fast. Jin widens his eyes, having not expected that much of a reaction. And when his eyes find Yoongi’s it's to discover that Yoongi’s are squinting a little. Narrowed into almost slits.

“Are you trying to say something?” Says Yoongi a moment later, tone a little bit colder than necessary. Jin can’t help but to think that his friend is being a bit defensive.

“Just pointing out the obvious Yoongs, don’t bite my head off.”

Yoongi hesitates for a moment as he holds his friend’s gaze. Tries to find the words that don’t come to him, and luckily for him the pair of them are finally interrupted by the two figures who have been more busy conversing with each other.

“What’re we chatting about over here?” Hoseok’s voice interrupts the two of them before something more can be said. And Yoongi’s never been so happy for Hoseok’s sudden appearance before.

“If you’re here, then that must mean that my boyfriend is actually free.” Seokjin says, lips tugging up into a small smile. His eyebrows are cocked though, eyes staring at Yoongi in a way that says, “This will wait until later.” Luckily for Yoongi, Seokjin has a lousy memory and is quite a lightweight - not quite as bad as Namjoon but still in a sense, bad -  therefore he more than likely will forget this conversation occurred before the night is over.

As if on cue, Namjoon’s arm moves over to dangle over Jin’s shoulder, palm moving to settle over his boyfriend’s collarbone.

“M’sorry babe. Hoseok and I had something to..” He trails off for a moment, eyes flickering over to Hoseok’s before adding, “discuss. But I’m here now, all yours.”

And that’s when Yoongi decides to tune himself out,  the conversation becoming a little too domestic for his liking.

It’s not until thirty minutes have passed does he spot you again.

He’s now moved from his place at the wall to now leaning against the railing of the extravagant staircase.

And the one bad thing about being a introvert, about being someone who dislikes the company of those whom he doesn’t know very well, is that at a party - he has nothing better to do than hang around with the love birds.

Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook are different than him. They are people who are able to blend in, but he sticks out. Sticks out like a sore thumb. His resting bitch face and cold demeanor give off a natural “fuck off,” sort of aurora. He can’t say he dislikes it, just hates it when he’s third wheeling and as of right now he feels like that’s just what he’s doing.

He’s grimaced so many times tonight that he’s convinced it’ll become his new default face.

When he’s in a situation like the one he’s in right now he tries his best to disconnect. Tries to focus on little things that don’t matter, he becomes even more observant. Tries to read others and their situations. So when you creep up the stairs not only with Jungkook but two other boys you have his full attention. And the sight causes his stomach to sort of do a little somersault.

You don’t seem to feel the effects of his gaze, and oh how he wishes you could. It’s not that he doesn't trust Yugyeom or Bambam, or most importantly, Jungkook. He knows what is about to happen Bambam and Yugyeom’s fraternity is notorious for how much and the high quality of their weed is, so that’s not the problem. You’re allowed to do as you please, he’s not your boyfriend or dad or older brother - It’s just - well, he doesn’t exactly know. But as you disappear at the top of the staircase he grows a little uneasy.

And he decides right then and there that if he’s going to be the third wheel, and have the thought of you with those two troublemakers and his friend upstairs smoking pot, he’s going to need a distraction.

And although he’s not a big drinker, his mouth is a little dry.

Which is how he finds himself  excusing himself from the lovebird’s and making his way to the kitchen, grabbing a new cup and mixing whatever looks decent enough to consume.

Time has passed painfully slowly. So slowly that he can’t quite remember how long it’s been. He’s found his way back to the staircase after doing a few laps around the house, trying to find something that would amuse him. But after watching Taehyung and his team lose to Hoseok’s three times at beer pong, he’s decided that he’s seen enough.

It’s on his way back to the staircase, where he left his friend’s, and he tells himself that that’s the only reason he goes back to that particular spot, does he see something that causes him to come to an abrupt stop.

A few feet from him stand Yugyeom and Bambam.

But no Jungkook, and no you.

And the way his heart immediately starts to speed up cannot be healthy.

He watches the two converse from a few feet away. His ears perking up as he tries to listen in on the  conversation. And he just tunes everyone and everything around him out, focuses on the two boys as he listens the best to his ability.

“Bet it’s happening now.” He hears Yugyeom say.

Bambam responds with a snort and a simple shake of his head.

“Dude, did you see the way they were kissing, they are definitely-”

And that’s enough for Yoongi. Enough to make him snap into action. And he hardly has time to ask himself whether this is fair or not, that if interrupting whatever is happening is his right, before he’s already pacing up the steps quickly.

Yoongi's made a lot of bad decisions in his life. Keeps making them everyday, and it’s because of this that he knows that you're about to, or you already are making a very bad decision. And hell if he’s just going to sit around and let it happen.

You are a mess of gorgeous eyes and an easily destructive smile.

He is reminded of the thought later that night when you're sitting in the passenger seat of his car. As he glances in your general direction he keeps the thought of how the stars are beautiful, but you still shine brighter to himself. And then he mentally curses himself because of how cliche it sounds. And it’s not like if he had said it, that you would have heard it.

Because you're asleep. Slouched over in his leather seat, the seatbelt lazily keeping your body upright. And even in your sleep you’re pretty. The light coming from the moon and stars gives you an ethereal glow and causes your skin to appear even more smoother than usual.

For some reason he’s tempted to stretch his arm and lay the back of his hand against your cheek. But he keeps himself from doing so. He doesn’t deem it appropriate.

And even though he’s drank about a cup and a half of alcohol, he’s sober enough to drive safely. He would never put your life at risk.

When he turns his head back towards the road, he finds himself wondering what things you could possibly dream of during your slumber and then when he realizes what he's thinking of, his lips falter into a straight line and he finds himself shaking his head in distaste.

The night is warm with a slow breeze, much warmer than it should be and his attention is suddenly turned to the radio as a piano instrumental suddenly starts to play on the CD he’s put in. And he always forgets that this certain song is on this certain CD. It has him reaching for the radio quickly, clumsily pushing at the skip next button and it’s not because he hates the song that’s just been playing. It’s the opposite, actually. But he can’t listen to it.

He can hardly play it on the piano.

He decides to let the thought go as Flawless by The Neighbourhood starts to play, lets his mind wander to the thoughts circulating his head.

A part of him feels like he should be angry for what had happened when he hard barged into that room. But the more intelligent side of him knows that he has no reason to be angry. You and Jungkook both were beyond the point of sobriety. Therefore you weren’t in a right state of mind. You weren’t aware of your actions, that much is clear.

He is still debating whether he did the right thing or not.

When you had asked what he was doing, he had replied with the first thing that came to mind. The truth, even if it was fabricated a little.

“Friend’s are supposed to stop friend’s from making mistakes, right? That’s what I’m doing.”

And he’s having trouble deciding  if he was in the right because well, afterall, you were not his and he did not want you in that way.

He made that more than clear numerous times.

So why had the sight of Jungkook and you together in that way put him in such a wrath? He had tried to excuse it with the thought of.

“Because she's your friend, idiot. That's why.”

But even he knew that it was horseshit.

Whether he liked it or not, a part of him cared for you. And it absolutely had to be because of the soulmate bond. Nothing else made sense.

And when he pulls up to the stoplight the new thought that settles inside his head is where he should take you. He debates on whether  your own apartment or his apartment would be better. Jungkook knows that you both have left together, so that is one thing he won't need to explain. And judging by how out of it you were, he knows that asking you for your key is nearly impossible. He saw Taehyung and Hoseok just as he was leaving the party so he knows they won’t be home to unlock the door.

So he decides that it's his apartment.

It's closer and he can feel himself growing more exhausted by the second. He knows that carrying you up those few stairs outside of your brownstone will kill him, and he thinks that carrying you to the elevator in his apartment complex will be easier. And he’s right because carrying you inside his apartment complex and to his apartment is a literal piece of cake.

Mostly because you are tiny, you do not weigh much, and you seem to be a deep sleeper. He thanks the Universe for that - he wouldn’t know what he’d have done if you had woken up and began to ask questions.  

You're like a child, he thinks as he twists the door to his apartment open. The way you lean your head against his shoulder as he carries you inside, reminds him of the neighborhood children he used to watch when he needed money as a teenager. Reminds him of a simpler time, when his only worry was getting enough money to go out with his friend’s at the time.

He carefully toes off his shoes, knowing that the lack of their weight will make his footsteps quieter, he sets his keys and cellphone down on the kitchen counter as he stumbles inside. Not needing to use the light on his cellphone to lead him to where he wants to go, he's lived in the same apartment for years now, can identity every crack in the wall, every bump in the carpet - in the dark. Jungkook on the other hand  – not so much, this is evident in the noise he makes when he returns home from parties - but he can't blame the poor kid. He's only lived here half of what Yoongi has. If that.

Once Yoongi's reached his room – he's suddenly met with just how uneasy he is with realizing that you'll be sleeping in his room. In his bed.

His room – holds many of his secrets. Holds memories that Yoongi himself refuses to remember, can hardly deal with. But he shakes the thought of that away. After all, the only thing that knows his secrets beside him is Seokjin and the four walls of his room - which thankfully can't speak. Therefore he should not be afraid of what you may find. He’ll grab the one thing that’ll make you ask questions and hide it and he doubts that by morning you’ll be in the mood for conversation or snooping around at all.

He realizes only when he sets you down on his bed, how he didn't think this through. Was he supposed to let you sleep in what you were wearing or was he supposed to dress you in other things? Considering the difference in your gender, and the status of the two of you - he decides against it. He knows that if the roles were reversed, he would not want you to dress him or remove articles of his clothing without permission.

This leads him to only discarding your shoes, moving them on the floor and settling them down next to each other so that they will be easier to find come morning. Once he's done removing your shoes, he tries to figure out how he’s going to get you under the blankets you’re currently resting atop of. He most definitely is going to do whatever he can to not wake you up, so he settles on grabbing a spare blanket that he keeps on his bed for when the nights get to be too cold.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed when he starts to pull the blanket over your sleeping body, and when he gets it to your chest, he suddenly starts to feel a little proud of himself. It was much harder putting somebody to sleep than how they made it look in the movies. Especially when you absolutely weren’t prepared for what would happen if they were to wake up.

He lets out a slow breath of relief, and the corners of his lips tug upwards just a little as he watches you situate yourself in your sleep. You take ahold of a spare pillow, moving it to your body to tug it closer to your chest. And he wonders if you’d sleep better with somebody next to you.

He can’t help but glance down to your wrist. The one where his and Jimin’s names sit. But you’re pressing it up against the pillow you’re holding, therefore the names are not visible.

He lets out a breath as his eyes continue to rack over your sleeping body before he realizes just how unnerving what he’s doing is - watching you sleep. When he realizes this, he turns his head, shifts a little as if to stand, but he’s stopped immediately when he feels your right hand curl around his wrist.

For the second time that night he feels his heart stop in his chest.

He’s scared to look at you, but he does it anyway. And he lets out a little sigh of relief when he see’s the way your eyes are still closed. Indicating that you’re still mostly asleep, that you’re still a bit unaware of where you are or what’s occurring.

And then you whisper something so quiet, he’s not sure he’s heard correctly, but after he doesn't move or acknowledge what you’ve spoken you repeat yourself, this time louder.

“Stay.”

His eyes widen just a bit, he can’t do that. He can’t.

“Just for a little.”

And he breathes again.

“Okay.” He replies, tone quieter than a whisper.

And your hand falls from his wrist slowly, and when it unravels from his touch it turns over on the mattress revealing the name’s.

And even though  it's dark and difficult to make out, he can still see the two of them perfectly.

And he should’ve wondered where your usual bracelets that covered his and Jimin’s name’s were, but it’s the last thing on his mind.

And as his eyes watch you the best they can in the darkness – the moon pushing in through streaks of his blinds does little as a light source �� he starts to wonder what being friends with you will be like.

Whether it'll be hard like he thinks, or easy like he hopes. And well, it's not you that's the problem. It's him. It's not you because he watches the way you are with your other friend’s, can only hope that the friendship just beginning between the two of you can be half as great as the others. No, he knows that the problem in the friendship won't be because of you, but because of him.

Because Yoongi knows just how easy it is to fall in love with your soulmate. How it just happens in the blink of an eye. He'll feel it occur gradually as he did before, or so he thinks. And he knows that when it happens – if it happens, then he'll have to leave or push you away. But he'll do everything in his power to stop it from happening.

Because he doesn't want to fall in love.

Not again.

And it's after the thought leaves his head, does he move the thumb on his right hand down to the skin of your wrist.

And he hasn’t touched you in so long, but it’s electrifying and it’s something that he’ll never grow tired of feeling.

And he cascades the pad of his thumb over Jimin’s name slowly, his red bitten lips starting to tug into a narrow line as he stares at the name of your guys’ soulmate.

And then – you're mumbling, and he's never retracted his hand so quickly.

His ears perk up as you speak.

And when he hears what you've asked, he immediately tenses. Immediately stills, breath catching in his throat as he feels his stomach churn.

You've asked him the same thing you had asked him the night you had fallen asleep at his apartment, on his couch.

“Do you think Jimin would-- would've loved me?” Your voice is groggy and tired, and you can barely make out the sentence, but Yoongi hears it clearly. So clearly.

And he panics for a moment. His heart for the third time that day, stopping. And he can feel his blood turn cold inside of his being, he lets out a breath.

He hates thinking about Jimin.

Loathes talking about him even more, which is why he never does.

And the way you worded the aforementioned question causes him to grow worried. But the more logical side of him  knows that if you knew the truth about Jimin, then he would know.

And it takes him a few slow minutes to answer. By now, he’s sure you’ve fallen back asleep. But it’s not going to keep him from answering. He hadn’t answered you last time, it was only fair he did it this time.

A painful smile curves up at the corners of his lips, because thinking and remembering Park Jimin is something so bittersweet.

His eyes are on Jimin’s name written across your wrist when he responds, thumb moving back over the ink to trace it as he replies.

“Yes.”

He says slowly. Usual deep voice quiet. it’s gentler than usual. His head is nodding to himself just a few times before it stills.

“Yes.” He repeats, this time in a whisper so quiet he can barely hear himself speak it.

He takes a deep breath, eyes moving from Jimin’s name and to your face. His hand moving from your wrist and to a piece of your pink hair, carefully pushing it back behind your ear.

“Jimin would've loved you. He” He pauses, voice cracking a little bit. “He – already did.” By the time he finishes his sentence his eyes are sad, and there's a vacant look to his face.

They say that dogs do this thing when they know they are going to die. That they'll run off to do it alone, so nobody – especially the people they love – have to watch them while it happens. So nobody has to feel more pain than necessary.

It's as Yoongi's slipping into sleep on the couch that he thinks of this.

And the last thing that crosses his mind before he drifts off is whether that’s what Jimin tried to do.

A/N - I hope everyone understood this, I hope you don’t want to murder me. :’(

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Klance Masterlist

Hello Readers!

So for the past month or so I’ve been trying to get back into writing and I’ve written quite a bit of stuff on Klance and thought I might as well share it with the fandom here.

Hope you all enjoy. :)

One Shots:

Insatiable

He was a force to be reckoned with in everything he did. His every word was laced with a deep passion regardless of the form the emotions took. Whether he was teasing Lance to get a rise out of him, or screaming at the Galras before he plunged his bayard into their bodies, there was a deep and vicious tenacity to the boy.Lance knew this all too well as that same boy refused to let the Blue Paladin leave the bed without letting him know just how much he desired him.

Corrupt World

"Mind if I have one?" Keith asked, pointing at Lance's cigarette.

The two men filled the cool night air with their pair of smokes.

The world was already sullied. The two tainted it just a little bit more.

tags: non-graphic description of a child’s death, detective au

Having It All

People think he has it all.

Fame, glory, success. Love, money, and all the girls you could possibly want. Indeed, girls did run after him, wishing to be the recipients of his affection even on a minuscule level. He had many girls at his disposal. Many beautiful girls, pretty ones, and cute ones too.

Yet, they all go home and change their costumes while he remains alone, standing in his disguise.

tags: hidden relationship

Up and Down

He looked back at Keith who was still laying against the mattress with one arm resting over his eyes. The rise and fall of his chest lured Lance for all he wanted to do was lick away all the sweat that was clinging to his tank top.

He wanted to say something but he wasn't entirely sure what. What do you say to someone after you had a really hot and intense make out session knowing full well that photographs of said hot and intense make out session will be put on full display for the whole world to see?

tags: sexual content, voyeurism, modeling au

We Made It

Over the course of fifty years that Lance has known Keith, he has known one absolute fact about him: he isn't the type to get emotional easily.

tags: old age

Be With Me

Keith didn't want to be intimidated by Lotor and he sure as hell didn't want his relationship with Lance to be impeded by him. Yet, the words that he had spoken tonight had hurt. It soured his and Lance's relationship by making it what's it not. Keith did not love Lance just for his body. Yes, they had sex with each other but it was never done for spiteful reasons. It was always for each other, to make the other feel good. They didn't 'fuck', they loved. They didn't muck around, they cherished and worshiped and devoted themselves to each other. What they had was pure and good and Keith wanted nothing more than for it to remain that way.

tags: toxic relationship, abuse, light descriptions of physical violence, modern au

Tell Me What You Like

"I want to know what turned you on." Keith revealed with an audible swallow, his eyes travelling down to Lance's throat.

Keith shifted, placing one hand on Lance's hip so that he was hovering over him and began peppering Lance with soft kisses along his jaw. Lance swallowed down all the saliva that was accumulating, as if his body was just waiting in anticipation for another taste.

"Tell me Lance." Keith breathed, trailing down from his jaw to the base of his throat.

tags: foreplay, sexual content

Lips

Tongue isn't something they used a lot of but it is something that Keith wanted to try. Keith ground against Lance at the mere thought of it, making the other boy whimper against the friction on his leg. The more he did it, his desire to tongue fuck Lance and grind against him until he climaxed, became astronomically higher.

tags: sexual content, kissing, tongue fucking

Fooled Around and Fell in Love

It's just sex. Lance reaffirmed as he looped a blue striped tie. Nothing more. Stop overthinking this shit.

Of course it didn't help that tangible reminders of his last night heated adventures were lying around all over his bedroom floor.

Lance exhaled. For fuck's sake, Keith.

tags: mild sexual content, implied bondage, implied/referenced queerphobia, modern au

Summer Nights

It was a sweet and simple kiss that Keith and Lance shared as they made their goodbyes. It was almost poetic, as they looked upon each other for one last time as the ocean slowly ate the sun behind them. Neither of them had expected their summer to have become so meaningful, so memorable. They surely hadn't expected such fond memories to have been produced because of a complete stranger. A stranger who had very quickly morphed into someone akin of a soulmate. It was a silly notion, a concept that they had been using to explain the giddiness and excessive blushing that they would find themselves bewitched by. It was also being used to explain why their bittersweet goodbye was now turning into a heartache.

One final kiss, one final goodbye, and the two departed.

tags: internalized queerphobia, implied/referenced queerphobia, minor violence, removal from home

The Phoenix Arises

Eons ago, a group of mighty Warlocks had sacrificed their lives to vanquish the Great Darkness that had threatened to destroy their world. Now, after a major catastrophe, the threat of Evil has arisen once more and along with it, so has the source of its destruction.

At least, that is the story that has been told for the past decade and for a group of first year magic users, it serves as a great opportunity for them to test their potential and just have a little fun on the way. They surely had never expected their names to become synonymous with the title of Legendary Defenders. But now that they have it, they won't be giving it back. They actually quite like the sound of it.

tags: magic au, supernatural elements

One Last Time

“Just promise you’ll come back to me.” Keith asked fervently, holding Lance’s hands in his and kissing them.

“I promise. Keith,” Lance lifted Keith’s chin to look him in the eye, “I vow to you. I will come back.”

Keith nodded slightly as he began to cry. Lance cupped Keith’s face and kissed him ferociously, letting both their magic mingle and become one to the point they couldn’t tell the other apart anymore.

“Do you feel that Keith?” Lance breathed when he pulled apart. “That’s me. I will always be right there with you. Maybe not in body and mind but my soul, spirit and magic, in all the ways that count, I am with you.” He swiped the tears away with his thumbs. “I want you to remember that okay?”

“Okay.” Keith affirmed with a firmer nod to his head.

Lance kissed him once more, and with a squeeze to his hand, he stepped through the portal and went back home.

tags: magic au

Completed Multi-Chapter Fics:

Smoke and Mirrors:

Lance groaned loudly and pulled on his hair.He never imagined that there would come a time when Keith would be the reason behind his sleepless nights. He hated this feeling. The unknown and unnamed space that he had been rejoicing in a few minutes ago was now a subject of his hatred. He wanted to know what Keith was thinking, he wanted to know what he was feeling. He just didn't want to come at it in a wrong way. He already messed up by pushing Keith away, he didn't want to do that again by offering promises of care and then failing to fulfill them.

On-going Multi-Chapter Fics:

There's a Little Magic in the Air

Keith is a cat.

Keith is a cat and he is purring.

Keith is a purring cat and he is rubbing himself against Lance's leg.

"Fuck." Lance whispered harshly.

tags: feline!keith, magic au,

Midnight Conversations

“Do you ever think the moon is made out of cheese?”

“What?”

“The moon. Do you think it’s made out of cheese?”

“No Keith. No one thinks that because it’s a giant fucking rock! Now go to sleep.”

tags: texting, freeform

Disturbia

Lance doesn’t know why his heart is pounding so loudly nor as to why he’s giggling so nervously. Keith is just a roommate, another human being who would be living with him, not some sort of puppy. But he can’t shake off that giddy feeling that is swelling up inside of him. It feels like it’s been forever since Lance has felt like this. The last time he felt anything remotely similar was a few summers ago when he and his family had gone on vacation back home to Cuba. Everything had been so new at the time, so full of promise. The excitement of the unknown had simply been electrifying but yet there was a warm, safe comfort that was lying underneath it all. He’s not sure why he’s attributing the same feeling to being roommates with Keith but it was here now and it had settled itself well underneath his skin.

The doorbell rang.

Lance’s heart raced even wilder.

A pair of footsteps ran to the front door.

A door swung open.

“Hey!” A warm, enthusiastic greeting was shared by a grand, pearly smile.

Dread, anxiety and panic arose in one.

“Hi?"

tags: roommates au, paranoia, gangs, modern au

[kingotabek]

do you have any fic recs?

EBuckle up. This is only took me three weeks to formulate an answer for okay because I read SO MANY FICS (like not kidding sometimes upwards of ten or twelve a day) and this ask is MAKING ME PICK????

I’ll put them in neat little ship categories too, so I don’t look like a completely uncultured reader.

**** = My faves. 

 I’ll designate my fics too, because why not shamelessly promote myself while I’m here. 

Victor/Yuuri (Victuuri):

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too [T, 1.6k] by shingeki_no_llama  | Victor Nikiforov thinks he knows just who has their thoughts scrawled so carelessly on the back of his hand. He can only pray he is right.———Soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a temporary ever-changing tattoo

Viktor!!! on Ice {E. 2.3k} by timelordofrassilon | Yuuri sent a prayer of thanks to the gods for whoever invented ice cubes. He stood in the onsen, body hot and steaming from the water at his waist, while Viktor’s cold tongue slid up the curve of his neck.————————–Fluffy, in-character onsen sex that is also 100% raunchy ice skater porn. They confess their fantasies. There are ice cubes. Yuuri talks about his body pillow.

****Unwritten {T, 34k} by kaizuka | Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.

hold me hard and mellow {M, 3k} by YuuriVityaNyan (NarryEm) |Training with Viktor is … hard.  In more ways than one.It doesn’t take long for Yuuri to realise that if Viktor is going to coach him, there are few things that he has to work out first.  One of which is his not so little crush on the Russian skater.  And, of course, he has to figure out how the heck he is going to skate to ‘eros’ for the skate-off.

****************Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches  {E, 197k} by Reiya   | ‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

all the world’s a stage {E, 112k} by braveten | Everyone has a guilty pleasure.For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov.(And, honestly, on the spectrum of guilty pleasures, he figures that his is on the far, far more innocent side.)

****Even if I Tried {T, 6k} by deathbycoldopen | He took his place next to Viktor in the kiss and cry, floating like ash over the wreckage of the fire. He took the water bottle Viktor offered with a murmured thank you, and stared out at the ice. Distantly, he couldn’t quite believe that the surface was still frozen.“Did it really feel that good?”His eyes flickered over to Viktor, then back to the ice. There was a different kind of heat invading his cheeks now, all too familiar and unwelcome. “Um,” he said quietly. “Mostly I just wanted people to feel good watching it.”Lie. He’d only thought of one person. The man who’d regularly had underwear thrown onto the ice along with the flowers, the man who’d had four scandalous and highly publicized affairs with models and other skaters before the age of twenty, the man that Yuuri couldn’t hope to keep but desperately wanted to.

My Victuuri Fics:

Like The Ache Of Life {T, 1k} | Victor lives a life of aching limbs, high spins, and blades against ice.He’s trapped.——–Or that one fic that’s not as angsty as the description makes it sound, and where two boys fall in love.

Otabek/Yuri (Otayuri):

Sonata in A Major {T, 8k} by Lumieres | Yuri is like a meteorite, caught in his atmosphere. If he doesn’t take care of him, he’ll completely burn up, and there won’t be anything left for him to salvage.(Or: Three times, Yuri and Otabek kiss, only to never speak about it again.)

****Teach Me Just What Fast Is {E, 3k} by Zee |  “You don’t like it when other people tell you what to do,” Otabek said, “but you accept it from me. Why is that?”Yuri likes it when Otabek bosses him around, and Otabek calls him on it.

How Long You Walked For (til you got lost tonight) {T, 3k} by LiviKate | “Stop apologizing,” Yuri snapped at him. “You told me you loved me, and now you’re just thanking me and apologizing. It’s weird.”Or, in which Otabek falls in love and doesn’t notice when Yuri does, too.

*****fingers crossed my obsession with you is tameable {E, 5k} by seaworn | “I think I didn’t quite grasp it. Show me again?” Yuri asked breathlessly.Otabek bit his lower lip, eyes lighting up in joy.“Alright.”**Yuri and Otabek meet on New Year’s Eve.

**********  From Almaty, With Love {E, 71k} by BoxWineConfessions ( @boxwineconfession ) | It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.“You’re used to the noise?”“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty. (this one is my fave I WOULD DIE FOR IT and im not at all biased. Just check out the author’s profile and read all the fics there okay? Okay.) 

****Endurance and Peach Tea {G, 11k} by chapstickaddict | Yuri hummed. His body didn’t uncurl, but instead of pressing his face into the fold of his legs, he rested it on his crossed forearms. Tilting his face towards Otabek, he looked for the bronze metal. The colorful ribbon snuck into the folds of his jacket, hiding his prize from view. Yuri reached out, and Otabek let him pull the ribbon to bring the metal into the light.It was beautiful. Heavy and ornate, with the front masterfully detailed. The perfect symbol of success. Yuri flipped it over, admiring Otabek’s name carved along the back.Wait.“Did they spell your name wrong?” he demanded, straightening. Otabek made a noise beside him.

****Yours, Mine, Ours {T, 5k} by aphhun   | Otabek blinked himself back into the conversation and turned towards Viktor. Without thinking, against what he tried his hardest to keep from happening, he inquired-“Your Yuuri’s, or my Yuri’s?”-In which Otabek has always been careful not to use Viktor’s “My Yuuri/Your Yuri” reference system but indulges in the habit on Live television, and Yuri has a damn heart attack.

Permanently {T, 14k} by HugsandButterflyKisses | What’s with you assholeOtabek sat stunned before looking at it again. That couldn’t be right. His soulmate wasn’t going to say that the first time they met.Otabek looked once again.What’s with you asshole was neatly printed on his left thigh.orThe soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your skin. Otabek can’t wait to get his but the mark is not what he expected. Neither is his soulmate.

************Shutter-Release {M, 7k} by kaijoskopycat | Otabek Altin has been a fashion photographer for longer than he cares to think about and he’s never been as moved by a model as he is when he meets Yuri Plisetsky, one of the most unconventional personalities for a top model out there. (all i can say is HOT DAMN)

My Otayuri Fics: 

Raincheck {T, 1k} | “You’ll be better before I leave.” Otabek hums; tracing the patterns of his upcoming routine on Yuri’s thighs.Yuri meets his eyes. “And if I’m not?”“Then I’ll just take a raincheck.”——–Or that fic where Yuri is sick and Otabek is simply the best.

A Journey To Love {Not Yet Rated, WIP, Currently 6k+, 2/10 chapters} | For Otabek and Yuri, love is a journey.—Or, ninety-nine scenes of them falling in love and one where they finally say it. (WIP)

An Errant Spark {E, WIP, 14k+ Currently} | The future, convoluted and ever-changing as it is, doesn’t come to Yuri easily. ——- Or that Hero/Fair AU will all kinds of other things thrown in. (WIP)

With Us Went The Sun {T, 1.5k} | It’s one forty-five in the morning and the sky is bright. Not with stars or the lights of buildings rising through the night, but bright like day. Lit with shades of pale yellow like some old forgotten painting; phosphorescent as it burns, and blinding.Otabek forces his stinging eyes away, and looks to Yuri. (Warning: ANGST)

Someday, In This Morning Light {G, .6k} | This life is filled with simple beauty, and Otabek relishes silent moments such as this one, where he can do no more than observe and collect memories. (Drabble)

Hear Me Roar {Explicit, 13k+} | Yuri can’t remember when it started; has no idea when the first instance of Otabek’s control over him was displayed. But somewhere over their three years of friendship, Yuri realized that not only does he listen to Otabek, he enjoys  it. (A Six Part Series)

Phichit/Seung-Gil (SeungChuChu):

Bite Me {T, 3k} by EttaMills |  Phichit Chulanont looks so innocent. Who knew, underneath, was a sharp-tooth predator who is very protective of his friends? Feature Seung Gil’s first date and him not knowing how to act around this ball of sunshine and Yuuri and Phichit being adorably supportive of each other.

take a picture (it’ll last longer) {T, 4k} by aozu | Phichit takes a lot of photos.And by a lot, Seung-gil means a fuck ton.

That’s all for now folks. :)

[mynosejob]

4 Years On

Four years ago today, aged 20, I had a nose job. My family and my closest friends knew, but when I rocked up to start my third year of University – it came as a surprise to a lot of people, I was there with a slightly different face and a lot more confidence. In the last four years, a lot more than just the shape of my nose has changed, but I’m not sure I would be where I am now if it wasn’t for having it done, but perhaps I would. So after reminiscing through the post and looking at hilarious pictures of me post op, I thought I would clear out my brain and share a few thoughts 4 years post rhinoplasty.

Pre-op

Post-op

New Nose, No Problems?

I thought getting a nose job would fix everything in my life - my confidence and my idea of how I thought people viewed me. It did not. In my first and second (and only) blog posts, I talk about why I had my nose job done. From the age of about eleven, when puberty hit, I had a nose that in my opinion was large for my face and had a huge bump on it, was crooked and turned down. Actually, that is my opinion of what my nose was, now reflecting back on it. If you’d have asked me before I’d had it done, age 20, or age 13, or anywhere in between, I would firstly have not answered because I skilfully managed for almost ten years to avoid conversations about parts of the body I dislike about myself, in fear of drawing more attention to it. But, in my own mind, with my own hatred for myself, I would have said that it was hideous and ugly, or simply that I was hideous and ugly. I was bullied for the best part of secondary school, sometimes just little comments here and there, sometimes I’d be the featured graffiti on our local playground. I was told that I was hideous, I was called ‘IT’, I was told that no boys would ever want me or love me. It wasn’t long before I believed it.

I would sit in my bedroom googling a multitude of things including; 'How to be pretty’ 'How to get people to like you’ 'How to make your nose look smaller’ 'How to get boys to like you’ 'How to look hot’ 'How to stop being ugly’ 'Actors with bumps on their noses’ 'Actresses with big noses’ 'How to do a summer make-over’ It is safe to say, I had a cripplingly low self-esteem. The amount of tears I used to cry just from looking at my reflection, isn’t something I’m proud of. I saw myself as someone unworthy and unloveable but knew inside that I was a kind, loving, intelligent person. ‘If I could be pretty, finally I will be good enough.’

I wanted a nose-job from the age of eleven or twelve, I don’t really remember. So when I finally booked in that operation, I thought it would make everything better.

Beauty, The Beast

Beauty is a concept I sometimes really struggle with. I can find beauty in so many things and so many people. Whether it’s beauty in the way a child laughs with their parent, or in a construction of a building or the magic of the mind – I notice things and I get fascinated about the world and its wonders. I see people and I see good in them. I hear when people say negative things about themselves and I wonder how on earth they could possibly think that because I see them so beautifully. I pride myself on that. I am an intelligent woman, I am creative, I have a heart full of an unlimited amount of love and care. I am a fantastic daughter and sister and auntie. I am open-minded and I am accepting of others. I am brave, determined, hard-working, a brilliant listener, generous and sometimes funny. These are qualities I’ve championed in myself and worked to nurture and expand my whole life. Yet I would never call myself beautiful. When I look at the words I describe myself as, I know that they are important, that they are the traits that matter and external beauty is merely the way society is brainwashing us to believe we have to look a certain way to be accepted. It’s not just the media telling us how we should look, it’s on our phones now, every time we open-up a social media website, there is something suggesting a quick-fix to make ourselves a better, more ‘beautiful’ version of ourselves. Whether it’s the latest diet, the intense scrutiny of a celebrity or a filter giving us the opportunity to make our skin less blotchy and our eyes a little brighter. But we all know that – we know what it’s doing, we know that what we see isn’t real, and yet still, for a lot of people, we want it.

New Nose News

I would never call myself beautiful. I never have. Not even post nose-job. I used to hate my nose, now I just mostly dislike my new one. Some days I look at myself in the mirror and I am over the moon with how I look, I feel confident, I feel sexy, I feel pretty. But all it takes is a photo, a video clip, seeing myself in the CCTV screen in Morrisons every morning when I walk through it, to knock me out of my bubble and to make me feel crappy about myself. I see a crooked nose still, I see a nose too wide on the bridge because they didn’t shape it properly, I see a nose too big for my face, I see an upturn on my nose, I see nostrils too big at the sides, I see one side a different shape to the other, I see a dent on the left side of my nose, I see pores, I see glasses that don’t quite fit properly, I see a nose too gigantic for my face when I take photos, I see a nose that gets even worse when I smile. But on top of that, because I’m not seeing a humungous bump like before, I am seeing every other part of my face and disliking that as well. After my first year post-op, I tried to get the surgeon to make some edits, he said no, he said my nose was lovely. He also said that the tip of my nose had to remain thick because of the thickness of my skin – that is stuff that googling doesn’t tell you.  I basically still have a lot to work on in my own mind about how I see myself.

Yet all this being said, it is still one of the greatest decisions I have ever made. The amount of confidence I have gained through having surgery, is priceless. Before I used to think about how I looked any free moment my brain had to wander. Now I don’t. Now it’s just an unfortunate thought that pops into my head when I really don’t want it to. I no longer feel like I have to hide. I have taken more photos in the last year of my life with friends, with family, of myself, more than I possibly ever have. Not every photo ends in tears. But I finally have photographs I can celebrate as memories and inside of focusing on my face, I can look at the picture and think, what a glorious day with wonderful people. I won’t hide behind my glasses, in fact I usually take off my glasses for photos, or for days where I want to feel good about myself. I am no longer hiding and that is a beautiful feeling in itself.

CHILDREN OF THE FUTURE

It upsets me, beyond imagine, when I think of the way beauty is viewed. I am an auntie and one day I hope to be a mum, more than anything else in the world. The thought of any child growing up in this negative society fills me with dread and an urge to do anything I can to make a difference to that. I’m not so sure I know what that is yet. I hate how much technology has played a part in my formative years. I love it – because technology is incredible, but I also despise it. So, to know that the children of today are being born into a world where they are immersed into a world of Photoshop, filters, swiping and selfies from the moment they arrive in this world, it breaks my heart. My parents told me I was beautiful. They, particularly my mum, gave me incredible role models who championed brains and kindness above anything else and I do. So, it wasn’t even something they could do to make my self-confidence stronger. I fear for how young people will view themselves. I fear for how young people will view others. We are breeding a toxic view of beauty in the world and it isn’t okay. It will only get worse. As a society we are gradually being more accepting of people who do not fit a certain criteria, but it isn’t enough.

Pictures are key – everyone, everywhere has something they want us to see. So rather than switching off and pretending it all doesn’t exist. Maybe it is time that we all look. Really look. If we look hard enough we can see that the images surrounding us are more often than not, impossibly perfect. We should talk about it, we should acknowledge it, we should challenge it.

We should talk about beauty in a positive way.

When I used to work with young people regularly, I would hear children, girls mostly, rip themselves apart over a lunch break. Girls as young as 10. Everyone should teach their children to not be a bully. But equally, everyone should teach their children to not be a bully to themselves. We need to find ways of teaching self-love, celebrating every part of us, inside and out. Children need to learn the language of self-love and feel comfortable in complimenting themselves, in calling out what they love because what they have in themselves is unique. Children need to see pictures of people of all different physical appearances.In fact, adults need to see that too.

I don’t have a solution to this problem. But if we don’t start to tackle it, in ten years time the world is going to be having a population with lower-self esteem than anyone could imagine. My self esteem was crushed from a bunch of horrible comments made when I was at school. Imagine that, all day, every day, and there is no voice to it, it just slowly becomes the voice inside your head because you see everywhere that you are not good enough or that you should b a certain way. It has to stop! A letter to my future children and anyone else who needs to hear it ... To whoever is reading this; your beauty exists, whether you want to believe it or not. There is not just one type of beauty, not one type of colour your hair, your eyes, your skin should be. There is not one size you should be, one height, one weight. There is not a certain angle your nose should slant at that decides whether or not your are beautiful. Your beauty is not how thick your eyebrows have to grow or how smooth your skin has to look. It is not the amount of hairs that exist on or off your body, it is not the whiteness of your teeth or the plumpness of your lips. Externally, an amalgamation of every inch of you is what makes you beautiful.

If you find yourself, in a place where I have found myself so many times, that you are caring about your external beauty, even when so many people tell you it is only the internal beauty that matters, there are things I want you to know. You are unlike any one to exist on this planet, that ever has existed, that ever will. When you are made to feel bad about looking different in any sort of way, it is because not everyone has been taught that the most beautiful thing of all is a kind heart. A lot of people who try to look the same is because they are scared too, or too scared to appear different because they know sometimes how cruel people can be. Your differences are what make you magic.   If you are ever worried that someone wont find you beautiful, that someone won’t find you sexy, or desirable, if you ever feel like no one will fall in love you. YOU ARE WRONG. There are people in this world who will fall head over heels in love with the things that you see in yourself that you may not like. There are people in this world whose idea of perfect is someone who looks like you.  

The way you view yourself should not depend on what other people say, how other people feel, but there is also a good chance that from time to time it might.

Experiment with make-up, dye your hair, get a nose job if you really want to. But know that you are enough. You are more than enough, exactly how you are. Remember, that ‘flawless’ skin, a ‘perfect’ nose, whatever - will look ugly if you are ugly on the inside. Be kind to everyone. Fill the world with love and fill your brain with happiness, music, knowledge, adventures, experiences and fun. For then you will shine and you will make people of every sort feel as good about themselves as they deserve to feel. Those who make you feel bad, they are not worth being a place in your heart or being a worry in your mind. Hopefully if/when I have children, I will have come to terms with my body. Or maybe even in the next four years. Or maybe, because we are all human, this will be a never-ending battle with ourselves. You are beautiful. Always. (Even when you feel like crap and have greasy hair, sweaty feet, more spots than you’d like, I promise). xx

Today - after possibly 100 attempts to get a photo I was happy with. Here I am, 4 years on, no make-up, spots, eyes different size, nose with a bit of a curve, barely a brush through my hair...  4 years on, overall, I am the happiest I have ever been. Unfortunately, I would say my nose job has a huge amount to do with that.  Come on future, we can be better than this. We have to. 

[emilypemily]

heycarmillas replied to your post:………mslabelled is cute ok it got me im won over ok...

…same i love Ella and Anna

which one is anna, is she the cool one with the fringe, because if so then totallyyy