#like heyyy i get to be a confident womanizer for once? ; )))

[vanillebunny]

Heyyy I saw you’re taking request so here’s a fun one! Can I request a hurt/comfort Thanos x reader post games fic? A soft reunión if you will! Obviously an AU where either the X votes win OR where Thanos actually survives his supposed death and gets out. I’m thinking he and the reader got super close during the games but completed lost track of each other afterwards. And one day they just do happen to reunite ☺️

a/n: hi anon!! thank u so much for requesting!! i keep rewatching squid game js for thanos i have a problem

warnings: light drug use, mentions of addiction, i think thats it but please tell me if i missed something!

you don't know how you got into this mess, how you managed to get into a deal so bad that it put you in deep debt. which brought you here, with all these people. in green tracksuits, all of them reduced to a number rather than a name

'it's okay, i'll play a few games, get my money and finally get back to my life' you think to yourself, fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket as you look around nervously. you don't know what this was, some form of pyramid scheme--gambling den? whatever it was, it didn't exactly bring ease to your mind

you're startled by the sudden sound of someone behind you, tapping your shoulder. you look back and see a man with purple hair, smiling like an idiot. you furrow your eyebrows, who the hell was this guy?

"seniorita excuse me" he says and smirks, "couldn't help but see you over here, all nervous--please, i know i'm too hot to handle but im sure.." he trails off and looks over you once, twice, before looking back at your face, "you can handle it" he says and you raise your eyebrows, repulsed by his actions. you back away

"who the hell are you?" you say, grossed out by this clearly overly confident guy

"im a legend!" he says and makes a little pose with his hands, "thanos." he says and wiggles his fingers, showing off the different colors of each nails

"thanos?" you scoff, "as in...that guy from the movies?" you say and he nods, wiggling his fingers even more to really emphasize the so called infinity stone colored nails

"don't worry seniorita! i have all the power in the world to protect you from these demons!" he says and surrounds you, looking at the people around you exaggeratedly, all of whom don't even spare him a second glance, clearly busy with their own problems

"uh...yeah thanks. im okay" you say and begin to walk away, to the crowd where everyone was listening to the instructions and such.

soon, you were all in the large sandy field, spreading out to begin the game. red light, green light they said. all of this just seemed...too easy. there has to be some catch, there's no way you play some child's game and walk out with billions of won

when you go around and take your place, you can hear running, and you look behind you to see none other than that same purple haired freak that was desperately trying to reach you. you roll your eyes and turn away but he was quick to get beside you

"phew! thought i wasn't gonna get to you in time" he says, as if it you two planned to be playing together or something, "don't worry, we'll play these games together--then you, me, billions of won in our hands. you think our kids would be proud of their appa for protecting their eomma and making sure she wins too?" he says and you just raise a brow, huh?

"who said we're playing together?" you say and begin to move away but to your luck, the game begins, and you have no choice but to stay frozen in place. where, thanos was right beside you, smiling triumphantly at the fact that you were still here

as the game begins, the players all seem to be moving calmly, nobody had lost till now. and it was all very relaxed, huh, maybe this wasn't as bad as you thought

but your relaxation went as quickly as it had come. a woman, not too far ahead of you, had a bee fly on her neck. a man beside her informed her about it and she--like any other person, panicked and moved, making her the first loser.

like in any other game, if someone lost they leave the game. so everyone expected her to just walk out, but as soon as she moved, a loud shot was heard. and you froze, the sight of her, falling to the ground--bullet to her head with blood already beginning to pool, you panicked.

what the hell was this? you knew this wasn't right! you knew there was a catch--but this? your heart raced, barely able to hear anyone with you. you watched helplessly as people began running and screaming, each one who moves an inch dies instantly by the shots firing from the sky.

you ran with every inch of strength you had, and just as the giant robotic doll stopped singing, you stopped. a tear streaming down your cheek, but you were too slow to realize--you were about to fall right when she turns her head.

you closed your eyes, accepting your fate. but somehow, you feel yourself still. you open your eyes, your chest heaving, you look down, seeing a pair of feet right beside you, probably the person holding you up

"don't move...okay? i got you" you hear the person say and you instantly know who it is, the same purple haired weirdo that had been trying to flirt with you earlier. his voice is...different though. it's not as cocky as it was before, you could hear a slight tremor, he's probably just as scared as you are

"th...thank you" you whisper out with tears streaming down your cheeks, the two of you continued on. holding on to each other as the game kept going, as soon as you finally reached the finish line, you hugged him tightly.

"thank you...thank you so much" you cry softly, so grateful. you thought he was just another guy that would probably let you die if it meant he wins, but to your surprise he wasnt.

he was a bit taken back by the sudden hug, but hugged you back. "i told you ill make sure you win too didn't i?" he says and you two pull away, and you smile half heartedly. annoyed by the reminder of his remark earlier, but still grateful. "i think it would be...kind of a bad story if i tell our kids i let their eomma die" he says and you shake your head, annoyed

soon, everyone was sitting in the room silently. not a single person was speaking, everyone was quiet. processing what they had just been through. you could see everyone had splashes of blood on them, probably from the people that have been shot around them. you sat alone, till you see thanos come and sit beside you

he's definitely not as scared as he was before, more hyper and aware of things. you could see him unable to sit still, sitting beside you while singing something to himself. he looks at you and grins, "im a kind man! ill share" he says and opens his cross necklace, which was fully supplied with candy. clearly not just any candy and probably the thing making him so hyper

you raise a brow and shake your head, you've been on that road before, it's what got you here. you'd rather not. "thank you...no. not again..." you mutter the last part to yourself, and he slows down his movements, noticing the distant look on your face.

"you try?" he says and you just nod, more to yourself than him.

"you don't wanna get too hopped up on that stuff...it's..not pretty" you say and he instantly closes his necklace, and kind of...just looks ahead, thinking.

soon, the guards come and everyone panics, some people crying and begging for them to spare their life. but the guards just stand there, trying to explain that that's not what's happening. one of the players, 456, suggests the idea that there should be a vote. you look at thanos for a moment

"are you...staying?" you say and he just nods, "i need to! im a legend yknow, this stuff is easy! can't go without my money" he says and you just look down. but he quiets down, "uh...are you?"

you quickly shake your head, "no--no i just...i want to go home." you say and get up to get in line for the vote, and he just follows you.

you vote for x, and go with the group, people cheering for you. thanos was right after you, and you can see him hesitate for a moment. his friend, can be heard telling him to keep playing. but he glances at you, just for a second, and presses x.

why would he do that? but he was in debt, he needs it way more than you do

after that, you woke up in the street. it was all a quick blur, as soon as the votes were counted up. the x votes more than the o. everything fades and you were alone in the street, tied up loosely with your clothes in a pile beside you. you managed to knaw the rope loose, and untied your legs, getting dressed.

the days went by quickly. you don't know what you were doing, but something just felt...wrong. not the games of course, never that. you'd rather die than play them again...but you die in the games too so its not really a good analogy. but anyway, it was just something. you were back on your own, without anyone, as it always was.

and you never did mind. you were used to it, so why was it...so strange now? so wrong?

you roamed the streets of korea, just lost in a daze, not really wondering where you're going. till you reach the arcade that was in the alley, you walk in and bump into someone

"hey! don't you--" the person's voice quickly came to a halt when they looked at you, you looked at them. it was none other than thanos. thanos! you don't know why, or how--but that feeling you've been going through ever since you managed to get out of the games, it was completely gone now.

the two of you looked at each other for a long time, before he smiles. "seniorita! i thought i'd never see you again!" he smiles and jumps around like an idiot. you should be weirded out, leaving and saying you don't want to see this freak again. but you don't. you stay and actually smile back

"this is great! now i have a partner to play with, les gooo!" he says and drags you along with him into the arcade without even giving you a chance to respond. the two of you had spent that time together, playing games and it was actually fun. for the first time you were...enjoying yourself

soon, you were both some convenience store nearby, eating ramen and laughing about how you both suck so bad at playing.

after a while it had grown quiet, and you wanted to just ask.

"...why did you vote x...when we were in the games?" you say and he just kind of looks away for a moment before looking back at you

"well!" he begins, trying to sound cocky, but you can tell he's just putting up a facade, "can't have the future eomma of my kids get hurt now, can i? to not be able...to go home" he says and just looks down, mixing in his ramen

you just look at him for a moment, its all so quiet. he was a freak, a weirdo when you met him. you said to yourself that this guy was clearly another junkie, some asshole thinking hes a big flirt. but right now...all you saw was just...thanos. hes just thanos.

"thank you thanos..." you say, just looking at him, and he stops mixing and looks at you, his cocky expression fading.

"choi su bong...my name...is choi su bong. thanos is just for...the ones i keep at a distance" he mutters and looks down, his hands--as if trying to reach for his cross necklace again, but you can hear him sigh when he realizes its not there

"did you lose it?" you ask and he shakes his head

"no...im not on that stuff anymore. well im trying at least." he says and you're surprised, you're pretty sure just a few days ago he was offering you a full stock.

"why's that?' you ask and he just looks back at you

"it's not pretty" he says, repeating your exact words. "well..still a long way to go but im starting" he says and nods to himself and you just smile

"you can do it...i know you can" you say and--mentally facepalm at what you're about to do, but you don't care that much. you hold up your hands and make the exact same pose he made to you when you were at the games, "you're a legend, thanos! this is easy" you say and he just chuckles at your attempt to imitate him

"yeah well i got you with me seniorita" he says softly, but quickly returns to his cocky expression, "im unstoppable now!"

you don't know what this was exactly. but whatever it is...you were happy with it

[honorhearted]

“I despise you. You ought to consider yourself lucky that I love and respect my father or else I would destroy you right here."

Oh, she was a delight. A hellcat in sheep's clothing, yet every bit as harmless as an errant housefly. Did she truly think she was threatening, when she hardly stood up to his chest?

"What did I tell you about foreplay? Stop teasing me, Miss Dunster," Benjamin warned, barely fighting off a laugh. The angrier she became, the larger his grin grew. He didn't realize that his espionage could be fun, too.

Emma's hands returned to her hips. “Yes, you’ve expressed how useful you could be but you have yet to prove it. I can’t imagine someone like you being useful to me in any meaningful way, so forgive me for not believing your claims. Especially for as long as you remain on both feet."

Benjamin hummed, tonguing the corner of his mouth in thought. "Unfortunately, Miss Dunster, I cannot in good conscience demonstrate my worth here amongst prying eyes. The scandal wouldn't behoove either of us, were I to suddenly kneel at your feet -- especially since I can guarantee that you would no longer be standing upon yours."

Despite the bold claim, his earlier admission seemed to give the proper effect. Emma looked positively horrified, her eyes wide and wild, and her cheeks properly pale.

Teeth gritting, she warned, “I may remind you that you have not proposed yet, sir, and even if you had, I would not accept. Harlots might find you and your payments irresistible but I, for one, cannot stand to be around you. There’s not enough money in the world to make me marry you."

"Well then, I suppose it's quite fortunate that I don't intend to pay you a single cent," Benjamin replied. "The only person I truly need to convince is your father. And given his pleasure with our arrangement, I don't imagine that'll be too difficult. I can be very convincing."

Her request to not be perceived nearly made him grin. Emma was so bloody dramatic. Was it truly any wonder she was still unmarried? Lovely though she was, spinsterhood was clearly nipping at her heels from miles away.

"Oh, come now," he admonished. "You can't tell me anyone else is interested in marrying you. Why not just cut your losses and accept when someone is finally, finally willing to give you a chance? After all..." He shrugged. "I doubt very few are capable of handling that tongue of yours."

Emma's temper swelled. “I am not blushing," she seethed. "And even if I was it is not because of you. It’ll take far more than a pretty face to make me swoon. Especially when your mere presence is all but nauseating."

Benjamin chuckled. "Let the record show that you've called me 'pretty' on this night at least three times. You're not very good at dissuading me..." Nor was she very good at acting. At least he had performed several plays at Yale, all of which were now aiding in his ridiculous (if not wholly entertaining) ruse.

Emma's tone turned dangerously calm despite the stormy quality of her eyes. She threatened avoidance -- probably wise, given their not-so-veiled threats -- and it wasn't until she gave her final warning that he finally laughed, incredulous.

"I have never taken what isn't offered to me, and I don't intend to start now," Benjamin rebuffed. "This is a business transaction, Miss Dunster, not one of your silly little feminine fantasies, so I wholly intend to 'keep my hands to myself.' Just as no one would ever pay you to accept my proposal, no one could ever pay me to slip into your chambers for a dalliance." He huffed. "You're so frigid that I'd probably freeze my pego right off."

All right, perhaps this was finally the quip to push things too far... Despite the sneer he forced himself to wear, Benjamin could feel his own head reeling at such ribald cruelty.

“At least you admit that those who engage with you are victims." His comment about her tongue make her seethe and it takes every ounce of strength she has not to reach up and slap him. She was tempted to spit on him, to show him just how vile her mouth could be, but she held herself back. There were too many eyes and ears around for her to comfortably assault him.

“I despise you. You ought to consider yourself lucky that I love and respect my father or else I would destroy you right here." How exactly she would go about such destruction, she didn't know, but Emma didn't care. She would use her teeth, nails, fists... Anything she could to make him regret speaking to her in such a manner. But such actions could only unfold in her mind, lest she wish to make a fool of herself.

“Yes, you’ve expressed how useful you could be but you have yet to prove it. I can’t imagine someone like you being useful to me in any meaningful way, so forgive me for not believing your claims. Especially for as long as you remain on both feet." Tilting her head to the side, she gave him an appraising look. There wasn't a single useful thing she could imagine him doing for her, other than making her upset-- which he did seem rather skilled at, if she had to give him any credit.

“A fortnight?” She paled, her mouth going dry. Surely he was bluffing. Her father wouldn't invite someone like him to spend a fortnight beneath their roof. Would he? Unless his business truly was as plentiful as he claimed, there would be no logical reason to invite him to stay with the Dunster family. Unless he had already asked her father for something in return. Before she could give the thought proper heed, Emma leapt onto the tail end of his sentence. "I tried to gauge how much he liked you, if you do remember. But you cast such notions aside in favor of talking down to me. You cannot dare to use my ignorance against me when it was your doing."

It seems we will be seeing quite a bit of each other, Miss Dunster, and by the end of my stint, perhaps you'll finally wish to accept my proposal. Her stomach roiled, the thought of sharing a roof with him for two weeks enough to make her feel ill. It didn't matter if he was a good business partner for the Dunster family, couldn't her father see how much of a scoundrel he was? His business offers surely weren't bountiful enough to make marriage a profitable arrangement, and yet Emma couldn't be so sure of anything.

“I may remind you that you have not proposed yet, sir, and even if you had, I would not accept. Harlots might find you and your payments irresistible but I, for one, cannot stand to be around you. There’s not enough money in the world to make me marry you."

I didn't take you for a romantic, Miss Dunster. Her eyes narrowed again, watching him with such intense scrutiny that her eyes nearly burned blue beneath the candlelight.

“I would prefer if you did not 'take me' as anything, Mister Bolton. I would much rather not be perceived by you at all. But if you must know, yes, I confess that I am a romantic, which is another reason why I could never have interest in you. You clearly know nothing of romance or winning a lady’s heart without employing threats." As he spoke of her blushing cheeks, Emma only tensed further. “I am not blushing. And even if I was it is not because of you. It’ll take far more than a pretty face to make me swoon. Especially when your mere presence is all but nauseating."

Emma took a deep breath, trying to will herself into a calmer state. If she let herself lose control to annoyance, it would mean she'd allowed him to win. She may not have been the most skilled in battle, but she refused to lose so easily to a man like him. And if she were truly expected to spend the next fortnight in his presence, she would need to maintain her composure for as long as she could.

“If what you say is true," She began, her voice taking on a renewed tone of patience. "Then I fully intend to avoid you at all costs for the duration of your stay. I will attempt to be civil for my father’s sake, but I swear to you, if you try anything I will make sure to skip the wedding and bedding, and jump straight to beheading you. And if I find that you are not the type of man to keep his hands to himself, my father will be the first to know."

[devnmon]

dating sadie adler, kisser of women hcs ♡

obviously i had to do this for my bbg sadie. she deserves MORE appreciation and if nobody will write for her I WILL!!!! i gladly will. i love her, so enjoy these! luv u all!

[also just pretend this is historically accurate bye!]

Sadie is a very intelligent woman... she knows how to hunt, how to use a gun, who knows what else is in that brain of hers. She must have so many hidden talents and skills, and you intend to find out what.

Though her addition to the group was somewhat abrupt, you and Abigail do your best to make her feel welcome. You aren't sure if Sadie feels the comfort that you hope your words provide to her at first. Once the group moves to Clemens Point, you find she's coming out of her shell little by little. You see it in her pristine new outfit when she returns from a run with Arthur, and the way she holds herself is much different than before.

This new version of Sadie Adler was fiery, confident and stickin' it to the man– you quickly found out not to get on her bad side. Though you think you'd let her do anything to you if it were the right situation.

The minute Sadie realizes what she's feeling for you is more than platonic... it takes her back a step. She never thought she'd find someone other than Jake to want in that way– but here you are. You're always at her side, perfect to her, and she will protect you like her life depends on it. When she silently swallows her feelings and pretends she doesn't care, you notice.

You all but have to drag her out of camp in the middle of the night to get a minute alone with her; otherwise there's prying eyes and others whose attention you really didn't wish to grab.

Once the two of you are alone you'll go off on how she's been avoiding you at every turn, rambling on and on like you'd done something wrong. "What happened to you?" you'd ask. She sighs and goes "You happened to me."

"I've been a fool. Do you hate me? What have I done?" statements flow from her when she notices you're silent, staring while she stutters over confessing her feelings. It's at that point you shut her up by kissing her and you can almost hear the sparks flying from the two of you. There's a big ass smile on her face afterwards and she kisses you in between her smiles. Sadie Adler is a smitten fool for you.

She's observant, patient and good with her hands. That is: she teaches you how to shoot a rifle, since you're more comfortable to ask her. She gladly shows you, and when you think you've got it, her arms surround you from behind to adjust your aim– and you're blushing. After she takes her hands away, you're flustered by the loss and silently begging for her to put them back.

Will match outfits with you nonchalantly as a statement to your relationship with her. Like say you're wearing an outfit with blue or white, she'll wear a blue scarf and her white shirt to match you. She'll even give you a piece of her jewelry to wear in that instance, or get you a piece of your own to match hers. Sadie's sentimental & cute like that!!!

Sadie will also leave you notes secretly, to which you fawn over every time. She also definitely gushes over the ones you leave her, when you compare her to the sweet flowers you pick for her. [Arthur noticed how hard she was blushing one time and got curious, she's had to read your notes in private ever since!]

Definitely gets veryyy touchy and affectionate when she's had a few drinks. She's slurring out "Heyyy pretty girlll I know where you can find a nice place to stay for the night..." in your ear and you have to excuse yourselves in *attempt* to get her to sleep.

Sadie is definitely the type to say "i owe you a hundred kisses" if you had a bet with her about something. Usually it was silly, harmless contests that either of you could compete against each other in playfully.

Sadie also introduced you to pranks, which she loves to pull on the other guys. One time the two of you messed with Arthur, sending him silly letters from someone named "Hugh Janus". The two of you tried to hold in your laughs when he got frustrated and yelled out "WHO THE HELL IS HUGH JANUS??" in camp unprompted.

Sadie is a huge cuddler at night, intertwining her whole body with yours to keep warm, especially when it gets chilly at night. There's not a smidge of space to have for yourself, it's shared with her always. Other examples of this are her linking her pinkie finger with yours when you're standing around the group. She loves physical touch so much that she'll do anything to have her skin on yours no matter what; if it's riding on the back of the same horse, or pouring her a drink, she's making some sort of contact. It's her way to say "I'm here & I love you". She's such a sweetheart to you.

NSFW

Yeah Sadie is a top this Sadie is a top that... may I suggest... she's a switch. On rare occasions, Sadie Loves being on her knees for you. She's a real freak like that. She'll beg and beg and beg until you cave and give her what she wants: you.

“Please, stop teasin’ me, just give me what I want. You know I’ll return the favor, sweet girl.” Her raspy voice, her gentle commands, her pretty thighs spread for you..

But when she's in control? Oh it's absoluuutely over for you. She'll praise you constantly cause she knows it's what you want to hear. “Doin’ so good for me, pretty girl. C’mon, let me hear you, use your words. I know you can.. Such a good girl.”

Her soft little whimpers & pleas as she climbs higher & higher. she’s so desperate for release & your touch, she’s basically sobbing for it. her eyes never leave you once she hears the same needy whine come from your side of the room, wanting to watch you come undone from the sight of her spread out for you.

You can't tell me she doesn't get off on you pulling her hair when it's in a messy braid. You love to run your fingers through it and grip, but it's too hot out for that. Plus she thinks it's easier for her braid to be pulled, and fucking loves it.

Her skilled hands could make you a whimpering mess, easily. She knows her way around, and boy if she isn't good at what she does.

"There you go, you got it, takin me so well..." in that accent of hers.. You'll fold every time. “Oh, look at you, pretty girl. Fallin’ apart for me so easily. D'ya know how whipped you got me?" Yeah, she's a lady who knows how to drive you crazy.

Then again... she's a goddamn tease. Especially if you've been bratty? Oh it's over for you. She feels your body up and down, making you work for any other sensual touches by begging. It's music to her ears. She lovesss to make you work for it.

She'll take her time for however long edging you with her fingers, then her tongue, and once you've had about two orgasms from just that, she sticks her strap inside you and gets another.

For aftercare, she'll ask you if you're feeling alright and lay with you after she cleans you up. Usually the both of you fall asleep afterwards, or take a bath or a shower before you do. Her brown eyes shine in the light while she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and kisses your cheeks while you lie together.

[starhvney]

Heyyy I just found your account and I adore it!!! If requests are still open could I request a Travis x reader where they just moved to the street and travis has been trying to woo them (and its highkey working). And one night theres this huge storm and the lower goes out while theyre at travis and dantes and Travis claims they need to “cuddle for warmth” (Dantes off somewhere idk) and its just really cute and he confesses his feelings and is a huge dork? Sorry if thats too specific, thank you so much and I hope your day has been lovely 💖

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys travis x reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: a power outage at a very inconveniencing time happens to be just the push you need to 

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, sharing a bed, travis being a dork, he wants to be suave so bad, like no sweetie you’re just cute, anyways yeah, you both smooch at the end hehehe he likes youuuu

𝐂𝐖: none? a small innuendo i suppose

𝐀/𝐍: i love travis my cutie schnookims! anyways i slightly changed the plot but it’s basically the same? i hope you like it regardless! Have a good day :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

it was time for one of aphmau’s annual parties, and the girl had enthusiastically made a point to include you with her friend group to join in on their celebration. from the way she described it, it sounded like it would be a fun time, and as the new girl in the neighborhood, you definitely couldn’t reject the generous notion. 

especially when you found out that most of your neighbors had already been friends with each other since high school. it was really intimidating, to be thrown in a place where everyone around you already had a bond. how did they all even manage to find these nice houses next to each other?

you were grateful that they all were really friendly and seemed really open to letting in new people into the group. one had been especially friendly—a certain man with white hair and charmingly bright green eyes. you couldn’t lie he was attractive, and honestly one of the funniest ones in the group, but with his overly confident “womanizer” attitude you couldn’t help but obliviously ignore his advances on you.

it wasn’t that you weren’t interested. but you wouldn’t be easy against his rather brazen pickup lines and… dorky charm. he’d have to work for it. besides, it was kind of fun to watch him chase after you like a lost puppy.

that’s what brings you here, in your kitchen, the night before the party with travis himself. after all, you hadn’t accepted his flirtatious moves, but you most definitely hadn’t rejected them, either. everyone volunteered to cook a dish for the party in the group chat, and conveniently he happened to once again be loitering in your house—a habit he had started after you made it known he was welcome—as everyone discussed what they’d bring. he’d suggested for you both to hang out and cook your dishes together, and you couldn’t let down that hopeful glint in the man’s eyes.

“travis, now why in the world would you think mustard is scary. you have got to be messing with me right now.” you scoff, leaning back on your counter.

“i’m not!” he defends with his hands up, snickering at the unimpressed face you shoot him. “a lot of people get unnerved by random things for no reason! like mushrooms, and lots of holes, and even just a drop of blood!”

he points up as the window flashes with light, a loud thunder strike from the storm raging on outside cracking right after. “and thunderstorms!”

“okay, drama queen. i’d say being scared of thunderstorms and blood is a lot more justifiable than a condiment.” you scoff, before frowning as the wind howls and aggressively throws thick pellets of rain into your windows. “speaking of which, i’m not scared of storms but i don’t know if walking or even driving back down the street to your house would be safe 

travis’s eyebrows raise, pretty dark eyelashes brushing along his cheekbones as he blinks at you in surprise. a second later he’s leaning onto the counter with a goofy-looking smirk on his face.

“so, you want me to stay?—”

crack!

“oh!” you startle, not missing how travis also jumped in place too. “i’m surprised the power hasn’t gone out yet…”

“don’t—” travis starts only to be interrupted by another loud crash of thunder from the sky, the both of you getting sent into complete darkness. “…jinx it.”

for a moment the both of you stand in your kitchen in silence, listening as the heater powers down along with the gentle whir of your household appliances. if you could see each other in this moment you imagine you’d both be awkwardly standing with your arms by your sides. another flash of lightning briefly lights up the room to show your assumption was correct, and you burst into giggles after seeing travis’s pressed lips and wide eyes.

“huh? why are you laughing?” travis asks, though the amused warble in his voice gives himself away before he starts laughing with you.

it wasn’t freezing cold outside, but it most definitely wasn’t warm enough to get away with not having the heater on in your house. the immediate lack of hot air rushing through the vents sent a small chill against your skin, even through your warm pajamas.

your laughter stops as realization of your situation seeps in with the cold. not only was your heater off, but so was your fridge and your…

“oh my god our food is ruined.”

there’s a dreadful pause for silence—and now that your eyes are adjusting to the dark—you see travis whip his head to look down at the oven, where your dishes were only halfway cooked inside.

“…damn.”

“that's all you have to say, travis?” you chide.

“what? i mean, there’s nothing we can do about it, right?”

a disappointed sigh leaves your lips before you reach over to your phone, the screen lighting up to show the late hour it already was. there’s no telling how long the power would be out, and this was enough for the wind to blow out of your sails. you can’t be bothered to try and figure out a way to fix this.

a full-body shiver wracks your body as you stare blankly at your screen.

“hey, i can help you remake everything tomorrow morning if it’s ruined by then.” travis suddenly says. 

his voice is a bit closer, and you realize he’s moved right in front of you, part of his face now also glowing in your phone’s dim light. the look on his face is genuine and he seems almost worried, his own lips mimicking your own downturned expression. it makes you sigh, dropping your tense shoulders as another rumble of thunder vibrates through your house.

travis gently sets his hand over yours and your phone. “why don’t you sleep and i can come back in the morning?”

“come back?” you repeat. “no way you’re going back in this weather, that’s so dangerous! plus you’ll get sick.”

travis stares down at both of your slippered feet, then over to the kitchen windows, then back to you. “okay, i’ll stay if you want me to.”

you shiver again as you nod, crossing your arms to conserve the heat from escaping your body. you’re surprised at how calm and passive he was being. it’s not like he was always overbearing with his flirting and jokes, but it seemed to always be a part of his personality—not whatever this… soft, quiet version of him was.

“cold already?” he asks, rocking on his feet himself as he clenches and unclenches his hands.

“yeah… i didn’t know i needed the heater running that much, but i guess the storm made it even colder…” you mutter.

you catch his smirk through the dark. “well i know one way we can warm each other up—”

ah, there he is.

you’re about to swing a slap wherever it would land in the dark, though you stop when the suggestion clicks in your brain as an opportunity to give in to his advances—but with a perfect excuse.

“oh yeah! we can do that!”

travis’s eyes blow wide open as he takes a step back, a few startled coughs leaving his lips from inhaling too suddenly.

“wait, what?!”

“we can cuddle.”  you simply return. “since there’s no heater!”

he deflates his tense shoulders, nervous laughs leaving his lips. “oh, yeah! right, yeah. cool cool cool. that’s what i meant.”

turning on your phone flashlight you grab his hand, guiding him through your house while trying to hold back the urge to laugh at his flustered state. you wish the lights were on only so you could see whether he was blushing or not.

your bedroom was already a bit chilly compared to the kitchen, since it was at the far end of the house away from the main flow of your ac system. it makes you pull travis closer as you speed up your steps to your bed, finally letting go of him to rip open the comforter and dive into the sheets.

shimmying over to make room for him, you wave him to you through the dark to get in himself. you watch him rock back and forth on his feet before leaning over, crawling in right next to you and keeping just an inch of distance between the two of you.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” he whispers to you.

“yeah, of course i am.”

this seems to set off a green light for him, his arms circling around your waist and pulling you practically on top of him. you feel his feet kick next to yours, squeaking out a tiny “yay!” in celebration. the act was insanely adorable for the grown age he was at.

you can only quietly giggle at his antics, unable to nonchalantly play it off as usual. you hug him back, tucking yourself under his chin, and you feel his chest swell in a happy inhale. 

“i love you.” he sighs, a dopey smile evident in his tone. 

it makes your heart stutter in your chest, eyes wide open as they stare at his chest in the dark. 

“…what?”

his arms tense around you, breath hitching like he just realized what he said and beginning to stutter out an excuse. “um… i mean… not like…! oh my—i’m so sorry—”

“you really like me?” you ask, pulling back enough to make out his face in the dark. his eyes are wide and round, face in shock and embarrassment as if he had just slipped and fell in front of a whole crowd.

“i… i mean… isn’t it obvious?” he whispers sheepishly.

“well, you flirt with a lot of people. i didn’t know if you meant it with me or not.”

“no, not anymore!” he lurches himself closer to you. “didn’t you notice i only do that with you now?”

you blink as you try to recall a recent time you’ve seen or heard travis trying to use a pick up line or even staring at another one of the girls, and you honestly can’t recall it.

“…i guess so.” you mutter, and he squeezes you to him.

“so i do mean it with you! i know i can be really stupid and a little annoying, but—”

“you’re not annoying, travis. the things you do are a little stupid sometimes—”

“hey!”

“—but i think it’s cute.”

his jaw drops and mouth opens in shock. “you…you do? wait, do you…?”

you nod. “i like you.”

there’s a beat of silence, before he pulls you tight against him. a second later he rolls you around with him very similarly to how a crocodile rolls their prey, though the taller and heavier man thankfully keeps his weight from completely crushing you.

“travis!” you laugh, groaning at the sudden movement as you’re captured and thrown around like a rag doll. “how do you have this energy right now?”

“really?” he squeals, giggling like a schoolgirl. “you like me?”

“yes! now release me! please!” you breathlessly laugh.

he at least stops the rolling at your pleading, though he keeps you in his bear hug as he holds you on top of him.

“so, does this mean you want to date me?” he eagerly asks, still breathing heavily from the death roll he just made you endure.

you rest your forehead on his chest, quietly laughing to yourself in a bit of shock of what you just admitted. how did you give in so easily? you were hoping to drag this out for at least another month!

“it’s so late. why don’t we talk about this in the morning?”

he deflates and audibly pouts with a dejected sigh, and despite his dramatics clearly being played up you can’t help but still feel a bit guilty. rising up to your elbows you lean over him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and another on his lips.

"you dork." you chide under your breath.

his eyes are so wide you can see the whites all around the dark green of his irises. suddenly his hands are cupping your cheeks, and he’s bringing you down for a longer kiss. he pulls away a few moments later, seeming much more satisfied than he was a few moments ago.

“okay… we can talk in the morning.” he agrees breathlessly, staring up at you like he’d been locked away in a cave all his life and you were his first glance at the stars in the sky.

it makes the smile on your face impossible to fight, and you don’t think you care to anymore.

“good night, travis.”

“good night, hon.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

heyyy i have a silly little idea!

What if male!reader was the oldest Winchester brother and was dating Aaron Hotchner? idk just a silly little idea i had, Love your writing and make sure to drink lots of water!

Okay so I kind of took this and ran with it, I hope you don't mind aha

Also, reader's like 14 years older than Dean, so in my head he's John's kid from another relationship and is 7 years old when John and Mary get married (based on this timeline I found).

(I might come back to this and do another part at some point aha)

Warnings: John bashing, homophobia mentions

"Hey, you guys want to meet a friend of mine?" You asked, looking at your brothers. Sam nodded, Dean merely shrugged.

"Sure, whatever," He mumbled as he stood up. You held back a sigh, trying to remind yourself that he was just going through a rough patch at the minute. Normally, he took moving from place to place in his stride, but he was struggling this time. You couldn't help but think that perhaps he had connected with someone in Mississippi during the month and a half you were all there. Besides, he was only ten, so it was bound to affect him a lot - despite how much he pretends it doesn't.

Now, you had been in Virginia for the last three months (apparently it was riddled with monsters). You met him your first day here, he had asked for your number with a charm that made your knees weak - so you gave it to him. Despite the charges for texting, you did so every day.

Sam turned to you, "Are they a special friend, (Y/N)?" He asks quietly, unsure if you're going to be offended by the question.

"Yeah, he is Sammy,"

Sam grinned, "Like a special, special friend?"

You huffed a quiet laugh, "Yeah, kid, a special special friend,"

Sam nodded, satisfied with your answer.

"How old is he exactly?" Dean asked as he folded his arms.

"He's 28,"

"28?!" Dean's eyes widen, "Dude, he's so much older than you!"

"It's four years Dean, chill." You rolled your eyes slightly.

"I think it's cool," Sam chimed as he walked up to the pair of you.

"Thank you, Sam." You said, "But we need to keep this between us, okay? Dad can't find out, alright?"

"Why?" Sam asked, looking up at you. You sighed, crouching down to his height. He was only six, he didn't quite know everything that you guys did just yet. Or at least understand it to a full extent. He also didn't understand your dad's... beliefs, let's say, to a full extent either.

"Dad, he... he won't agree with it," You explained gently.

"Why?" Sam asked again.

"He's homofonic." Dean said confidently.

"Homophobic," You correctly gently.

"What does that mean?"

"Well, it's when someone doesn't like that a man and a man or a woman and a woman get together,"

"Like boyfriend and boyfriend?" Sam asked and you nodded, "That's allowed? I thought it was only boyfriends and girlfriends allowed,"

"Well, it was illegal for a long time," You explained, "But it's getting better,"

"Are you allowed to get married to another boy now?"

"Only in a few states," You said.

"Is that why you don't really tell people?"

"Yeah, that's why I don't tell people," You said, "That's why I haven't told dad,"

"Okay," Sam nodded, excepting this once more, "Is your special special friend your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, yeah he is," You said, smiling softly, Sam beamed up at you.

"Really?!"

You nodded, "Yep,"

"That's so cool am I gonna have another big brother?!"

You chuckled softly, ruffling his hair, "Maybe, Sammy, you'll have to ask him,"

"What's his name?"

"Aaron,"

"What's his job?"

"He works for the FBI," You said after a moment's hesitation.

"Are you serious?"

"Dean, I don't wanna hear it,"

"But he's a fed, (Y/N)!" Dean exclaims, following you through the motel hall.

"And?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Seriously?" Dean shakes his head, "Dad'll go mental if he finds out."

"Exactly. If." There's a beat, "Besides, I'm a grown ass man, Dean."

"He's not gonna be happy when he finds out about this." He huffs, folding his arms.

"He's not going to find out about this, you hear me?" You said, "I already told you, no one tells dad, do I make myself clear?"

"Who died and made you king?" Dean snaps.

"Dean, I don't wanna fucking hear it, okay?" You reply, "I'm an adult. You're a kid. Now, get in the car,"

"I don't understand why dad gave you the impala." Dean huffed as he sat in the front seat.

"How about this, when you're old enough to drive, you can drive it and I'll let you have it, yeah?"

"Really?!" You watch as Dean's face light up and you nod.

"Yeah," You smiled slightly, "Now, come on, let's go."

Sam looked at you and gave a small shrug before getting in the car.

It was a short drive to Aaron's apartment, Sam had asked questions the entire way about Aaron and your relationship (ever the curious mind), Dean had pretended not to care (but secretly did). And, soon enough, you parked the Impala and all piled out.

Aaron, as promised, met you outside, smiling. "Hey," He stepped closer to you but made no move to kiss you.

You smiled back, "Hey." Dean coughed loudly, "Oh, right, this is Sam and this is Dean."

Aaron turns to them, "I've heard a lot about you two, you're brother's very proud of you."

"Really?" Sam grinned.

"Of course kid," You ruffled his hair. "Come on, let's go inside."

When you were all inside, Aaron shut the door gently before kissing your cheek. "I missed you,"

"It's been a whole two days,"

"Two days too many," He said softly, Dean cleared his throat.

"Can you not in front of us?" Dean asked, "It's a bit gross,"

You blushed slightly, closing your eyes for a moment before turning to your brothers, "Sorry, go sit on the couch and watch tv or something," You said. Dean nodded, making his way to the couch, but Sam stayed. "What's up?"

"I have some questions," He said gently, looking up at you.

You share a smile with Aaron before you both nod, "Sure," You said - all sitting down at the small table, "What's on your mind, kid?"

"Um, so you're boyfriends?"

"Yep,"

"Is that dangerous?" Sam asked, gnawing at the skin of his bottom lip.

"What do you mean?" You asked gently.

"Well it used to be not allowed so people must have been against it. You won't get hurt for it, will you?"

Your heart melted, seeing the concern on your younger brother's face and you shook your head, "I'll be okay," You reassured, "I'm your big brother, I'll always be okay,"

"But Dean said on the way here that there's some people who are really really against it,"

You closed your eyes, making a note to yourself to talk to Dean about that later. "Yes that can happen sometimes, but I'm not going to let that happen to me, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise,"

"Okay, good." With this, he turned to Aaron, "Are you going to be my older brother too?"

[pttwice]

heyyy joon i’m gonna bring back this ask little!mina is non verbal and cg!jeongyeon surprises mina by getting a keyboard tattooed so that mina can type what she’s tryna say and mina cries while typing “thank you”

howdy! i'm so sorry i haven't gotten to this request until now. thank you for sending it in again! :)

keyboard

|| little!mina, cg!jeongyeon ||

Multitasking with littles had become a superpower of Jeongyeon's. She moved with ease from putting bread in the toaster to making sure the scrambled eggs weren't burning and last but not least, making sure Mina didn't need anything.

Communicating with Mina was fairly easy when she wasn't regressed. She either signed with Jeongyeon or wrote down her thoughts if there wasn't anything too urgent for her to say.

When Mina regressed, it was a little harder to communicate with her. She became very shy and wasn't confident in her signing abilities. She would write down most of her thoughts, which meant that urgent matters were easy to miss.

Over time, Jeongyeon was able to better understand what Mina needed when she regressed, but there were still times when she'd be too late to take her to the bathroom or she'd be too late to look at a picture she had colored for her.

As the toast popped up and Jeongyeon put all of Mina's breakfast on her plate, she stared into the scrambled eggs. Her mind drifted as she scooped them out, trying to formulate a plan to better understand her baby.

Jeongyeon watched as Mina thanked her in sign language before digging into her food. She poked at her own food and opted to watch Mina happily eat as she came up with her plan for the day.

//

"Thank you for watching her, Nayeon. I should be finished here in a few minutes." Jeongyeon let out a relieved sigh as she hung up the phone. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, focusing on the beat of her heart rather than the feeling of the needle in her skin.

It felt like she had been sitting in the chair for hours and when she finally got up, her legs were wobbly. She stretched and held onto the headrest of the chair to steady herself before she walked in front of the mirror. Admiring the new art on her body, she thanked the woman before heading to her car.

It was a nervous drive back for Jeongyeon, but it was a nervous excitement. She pulled into the parking lot of her apartment and walked into the building, tapping her foot against the floor of the elevator as she waited for it to reach her floor.

Once the elevator opened Jeongyeon made it to her apartment door. She quietly opened it and slipped her shoes off before she made her way down the hallway.

"Hi, angel. Did Nayeon behave?" The second Mina heard Jeongyeon's voice, she set the toy down she was playing with and ran over to her. She wrapped her arms around Jeongyeon's neck and buried her face in her shoulder.

Nayeon let out a soft chuckle and stood up, grabbing her phone from the couch. "She showed me all of her Switch games and all of her stuffies. How did the thing go?"

"Good. I'll send a picture in the group chat later tonight." Jeongyeon thanked Nayeon and kept her arms around Mina as she gently rubbed her back.

Nayeon nodded and said a quick goodbye to Mina before she headed out, leaving the two alone. They stood in the middle of the living room for a few minutes before Jeongyeon gently peeled her baby off her.

"Do you want to see what I was up to while Nayeon was here?" Jeongyeon led Mina to the couch and sat her down. She knelt in front of her and carefully pulled her hoodie sleeve up to reveal a keyboard tattoo. It was mint green to represent Mina's color and had a tiny penguin where the 'escape' key would have been.

Mina's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared down at the brand-new ink on Jeongyeon's skin. It was still raised and red, but it was perfect. She looked back up at Jeongyeon, mouth still open, and looked back down at the tattoo. The longer Mina stared at the keyboard, the more unreal it seemed.

"You can touch it. Just be gentle." Jeongyeon gave Mina an encouraging smile and watched as she reached a shaky hand out to run her finger over the sheer bandage protecting the tattoo. For a few minutes, Mina just gently ran her fingers over the tattoo. She couldn't believe that Jeongyeon had done this.

"It's just for you, sweet pea. Now anytime you need anything, you can just type it out on my arm." Jeongyeon smiled, her warmth practically radiating from her as she saw the tears in the corners of Mina's eyes.

Mina sniffled as a few tears ran down her cheeks. She ran her fingers over the tattoo one more time before she typed out a simple: Thank you.

[babsvibes]

BTS + once more with peeling!

Once More With Peeling

Behind the scenes under the cut!

Was really proud of this title. We’ve got the food pun, we’ve got this time element with “once more” that ties it to Maybe In Thyme, and my favorite bit is that “once more with feeling” is usually said in a theatrical sense, right? “Read the line again but this time give it a little more oomph, hm?” And in the beginning Zeke is trying to stick to a schedule, a script, rehearsing things in his head. What finally works for him is when he lets go of the lines, tries again, and speaks from the heart with feeling. But genuine feeling. Idk, it’s fun lol

Sliding a barber's comb through tangle-free hair, Zeke brushed at the stray curl that refused to tame. He tsk-d and tapped at its reflection on the mirror in front of him.

This intro with cousin Laurie was actually written probably, mmmm, a year and half before it was posted? This was supposed to be a prequel to Maybe In Thyme with Tina and Zeke still in high school called Achey Bakey Heart. I ended up scrapping the idea (obviously) but reused a lot of scenes from it in this piece.

“If you’re done doin’ a Help in there, I need the shitter real-real bad.”

If this sounds like natural US Southern dialect to you, it’s because it is lol. If it doesn’t, we’re from different parts of the South. My favorite part of this fic was writing how I actually talk in the bar after a few too many shots.

Zeke turned, almost shy knowing his secret spot had been found out, and saw his dad at the edge of the room.

Originally, I was going to include a piece in here about how him and his dad had a rocky relationship because of the canon hints that Zeke’s not had an easy or “conventional” childhood. I thought it ended up distracting too much from the piece. Still don’t know if I actually think Zeke and his dad would get along at this stage in his life, but eh that’s a thinker for another day.

“Heyyy listeners, thanks again for tuning in on this lovely Spring-a-ding-ding day!” Zeke groaned at the cheery host’s terrible pun. “That’s right, it’s spring. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and love is in the air!”

It was also supposed to be Valentine’s Day, so it was extra annoying that the radio DJ would play “When a Man Loves a Woman.” Not sure why I shied away from Valentine’s Day? Probably I couldn’t logically piece together in my head how Bob and Linda’s vacation timeline would correlate with Tina and Zeke’s date.

“What?” Tina asked, peering down at her clothes. “Does it not look good on me?”

“No no, I like it! A lot! Seriously, it accentuates your-” Zeke abruptly stopped digging his own grave when he noticed the slight tug at the corners of her mouth. His shoulders fell and, with a matching but much bigger grin, he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Aw hell, you’re just yanking my chain.”

I don’t think enough people utilize how sneaky savage Tina can be lol. She’s monotone, but she likes to tease too, man.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your hugs?” Tina snuggled impossibly deeper. “They’re so… comfy.”

The main ideas I try to think about while writing zekina are comfort, soft romance, and easy smiles. Plus, the best part of a big guy is the hugs, and I think Tina would really dig that.

“Once More, With Peeling Burger. Comes with apple peel chips,” Zeke read aloud.

I still don’t know if the chips were supposed to be on the burger or on the side.

“Zeke, no, we’re supposed to be on a date.”

“You act like that’s going to stop me from coming around and putting on an apron.”

This is the most romantic line in the whole piece. Nope. Don’t care about my heavy-handed sappy dialogue towards the end. THIS is what romance is. A confident, joyous, and supportive team taking on the world together.

The one time he tried having a conversation with the kitchen equipment, Bob had been swift to correct him on their accents. Zeke just didn’t have the pitch.

People seemed to really like this part, which is awesome. I kinda get it? But also… I liked other jokes better lol

“It won’t be hard.” Tina shrugged. “They’re all lesbians.”

Unless specified otherwise, every side character I write is some flavor of queer

“JEEsus!” Zeke yelped and both the peeler and apple flew from his hands. “You got a permit for those sneaky feet?”

“It’s the shoes, remember? I switched from my stompers.”

This was a line that was supposed to tie this universe to Ketchup and Fries. Idk if the timelines aaaactually work out, but yeah this, K&F, and Maybe in Thyme (obviously) are supposed to be the same universe.

Her fingers unfurled slowly but with purpose as she held her palm against his. For as light as the touch was, Zeke felt every shock of movement. The nerves came alive with the gentle graze of her skin against his calloused hands, the same hands he was so sure would never be able to feel anything this soft again. Hard labor had a way of stealing simple joys, but Tina was always something of a miracle worker—at least to him. As though a bubble settled around them, the rest of the world melted away from focus. Only Tina, his hand, and the growing tension remained. His thumb twitched under the pressure, and she stilled her exploration, waiting. He took the opportunity to feel for himself, letting his fingers curl around hers.

Getting me to write anything that isn’t dialogue is like pulling teeth, but I thought “what could possibly be more soft, more classic, more romantic than some intimate handholding” and thus I put on my big girl panties and tried a bit of prose.

They learned to cherish the quiet moments of the in between, and Zeke peeked out of the corner of his eye to catch Tina cleaning the prep station. He smiled to himself. Thanks to their easy back and forth, interrupted only by chiming from the patrons requesting service or loudly retelling an adventure about their dearly departed, time flew with the orders.

I reread this and can tell that I thought this was too fast of a transition but was too tired of looking at it to slow down lmao

“Don’t be cranky, Martha,” another woman next to her said. “Just because you can’t unlock your computer without calling your granddaughter doesn’t mean it's the devil.”

I am Martha. Martha is me. We are Martha.

“Sometimes… sometimes, I think you’re thinking about someone who would be… less difficult.”

Mmmm I don’t feel like I got into this idea enough on WHY Tina would feel like this. On one hand, most everyone has an innate insecurity that loving them is hard and not worth it (thus it’s super sexy to be told uhhh nope that is not the case). On the other hand, Tina’s a confident young woman that isn’t afraid of going after what she wants. The behind the scenes part is that Tina wanted to wait until they were both settled to start a romance. In my universes, she had the full college experience and knows that what she wants from Zeke is much more serious than a fling. She wants it to be real. There needs to be a sense of security from both parties before that dream can be realized.

With a mouthful of cinnamon sugar and apple, they let the day’s mess that still surrounded them wait as she regaled him with tales about their customers and all the little mishaps in between.

I liked this line. I think I need to get more into the sense of taste when I write.

The CD, with its nearly faded sharpie scribbling on full display, didn’t mock him. If he had to guess, maybe it was also just waiting for this years-long mission to come to a close.

Mix tapes. Again, classic romance and, again, tying us to Maybe in Thyme. More about this in a sec lol

Zeke cut her off by tossing her keys to her. She “ahh-d” and ducked, letting the keys hit the glass in an unfortunate clanking but nothing was broken, so it counted as a win. Tina swiped her keys from the ground and said her thanks before taking off once again. What a woman, he thought.

This is so funny in my head. Have y’all seen Letterkenny? There’s one Wayne line that goes “I thought it was pretty funny when I said Florida State seminal vesicles and nobody laughed.”

“You got me all types of twitterpated, you know that?”

I feel like Louise here, wanting to gag at the sappy scene, BUT this line was pretty fun to write I’ll admit lol. My sister nearly cried I think when she hit that, so success!

And finally, the CD playlist! Ever since the Mono episode, I associate Tina romance with like 80s music. The playlist itself changed a couple hundred times because, even though they inspired ME while writing, they weren’t exactly the most romantic songs. The only one I refused to budge on was She’s a Beauty, despite it literally being about sex work. So I did a little finagling and called it out in universe so I could keep it. That’s my secret if I want to do something even though it doesn’t actually work. Just get a little meta with it, let your character make a mistake, and go for it.

Wow I had more to say about this than I thought! Hope you enjoyed this long ass behind the scenes on Once More with Peeling!

[simping-for-tape]

Drunk Calls and Funny Confrontations

Requested? [Yes/No] @decaffeinated--fangirl

Fandom: Community

Summary:  In which Jeff calls you, intoxicated, and you let him know that you care for him.

Word Count: 968

Warnings: Alcohol, Secondhand embarrassment.

Jeff shoots the liquid down his throat, the taste stinging his tongue. It was 10:00 in the evening, and he wasn't the only poor soul in the bar.

Ever since Slater and Britta confessed to Jeff, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He likes both of them, but he knows they have to choose one. What made it even worse is that they despise each other, and that hate would be latched onto him if he picked either one.

He wasn't the one to make decisions. If he had to make one, he would have lied about it, like when he was a lawyer. But this is important. When two fantastic and beautiful women-a smart & hot professor who you flirt with during the class and can help you be a better person, and someone's pants you want to get in but it turns out that she's a smart, amazing woman who takes no shit,  it would be a tough decision.

He orders two, three, then ten more. His limbs becoming weaker and his walk has a stumble to it. How anybody didn't stop him walking out of the bar is beyond me.

The distance from the bar to his apartment wasn't long, but it was hard to walk there if you can't even walk at all.

He manages to open the front door, but as soon as he feels something in his throat, he runs to the nearest object, which was a plant that Annie asked him to take care of while she was on vacation. He emptied his stomach into the dirt, wiping his residue off his face, and groggily walks to the bedroom. He wonders how he's gonna tell Annie that he was so careless that he vomited in her plant while drunk.

He belly-flops onto the mattress and lay there until he felt bored and started to scroll on his phone, wanting to call someone, anyone who would be willing to listen. Jeff randomly picks one of his contacts on the phone and starts to ramble.

-

You walk into the study room, a smirk on your face. Your walk was radiating confidence, and you have never been brighter in your whole life.

You open the door to the study room where Jeff was leaning back on his seat, shades covering his eyes.

You leaned over to his ear. "Good morning Jeff!" You shouted and laughed as he jumped from his seat so fast, his shades falling off his face.

He glared at you while holding his head. "Hi," he tiredly replied, "and can you not be loud?"

You sat at your designated seat beside Jeff. "Sorry," you apologized, though you didn't actually mean it, "So, how was your night?"

"Spectacular," he replied sarcastically and you rolled your eyes, "Wait," he turned to you, "How did you know..."

"That you went drinking?" You smirked deviously at him, "When you went out, I got a call from somebody at about one in the morning. Does that sound familiar to you?"

Jeff furrows his eyebrows at you. "Y/N, what are you talking about..." he trails off as you take out your phone from your pocket. He visibly tenses up. "Oh, no."

"Oh yes, Jeff," you smiled innocently at him as you press play.

"Heyyy...whoever I'm calling, *hic* How are youuuu doooinnngg? Ahhh...I'm so drunk right now. So, what uuuup? *hic* Annnnywayyys, I just wanted call to tell you I looooove youuu. I hope this goes to Britta. Or Slater. Or a snail. Heh. Snails are soooo cool. What am I thinking? This is stupid. I don't know what to do. I like both of them so much. I mean, Slater is mature, smart, sexy, and cool, someone I can get along with. And Britta, Britta is... well... she's Britta, and that's a compilment...or is it compliment? Compl... Now I'm confused.

"I think the issue is that they love me, but I like them. And there is a huuuuge bUG!  Ah! Sorry, that was a cockroach with wings. Anyway, I think I just want someone who gets me, and can understand my fears when I'm at my all time low. So..."

You pressed pause midway the voice mail and Jeff raises an eyebrow. "Did you pause it because there is more embarrassing stuff you can't play out loud?"

"No. You proceeded to rant about snails that you started to bore yourself and went to sleep," you summarized, and he threw his head in his hands.

You moved you chair so that it faced him. "Jeff," you placed your hand on his shoulder and he looked up at you.

"Normally I would make fun of you and mention this to everyone I speak to, but I'm going to move this on to a serious note." You can see his eyes soften.

"You know you can talk to us, right? To me?" You asked, and when he didn't answer, you sighed. "Look, your 'I'm so cool, I'm a lawyer with hard abs' act may work for everyone, but it won't work on me. I see right through you.  Not everyone can be cool all the time. Sometimes they break down. I get how hard it is to make a choice when two girls tell you they love you. Well, it's never happened to me before, but I can understand stress. Also, this study group that you created, can also be your safe haven. You want to talk about something, we can talk."

Jeff looked like he was about to argue, but once he saw how serious and concerned you were, he let out a sigh. "Thanks," he said, and you grinned, nodding.

"But if you do send that out, you are dead," Jeff points at your phone.

"Please, you love me too much," you teased, and waved at your friends entered the room, and Jeff smiles at you.

Yeah, he just might.

[fairlyspnfanfic]

The Secrets We Keep - Part One

A/N: This one just sort of came about tonight so I’m making it up as I go as opposed to my usual outline methods.  

Summary: You met the Winchester’s a little less than a year ago when they came to town for a case.  You’d had one or two moments of, shall we say, closeness with the youngest Winchester, and more than your fair share of arguments, too.  But this time may just be different. 

Part One

  “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Her expression of disgust and disbelief stared wildly at me.  Eyes wide and her mouth just slightly agape.

 “No,” my voice remained confident and unfazed. “I’m not. But you are if you think I’m going to leave you here. You need to go.”

 “Go? This is my home!” the woman was shouting at me.

  “Yes, it is.  Your home. The home that you invited me to and begged me to save you from.”  I attempted and failed to keep my volume in check, but all I wanted to do was shake the stubborn and ignorant woman in front of me until she understood the danger she was in.

 I took a deep breath and steadied myself, pressing my right hand to my forehead and squeezing the bridge of my nose gently.  “Look,” I began, my voice more even keeled and calm. “I can help you.  But I need you to leave.  Get your family and go out. Just for the night.  I know what I’m doing but I can’t do it with you here. It’s too dangerous.”  

Her blank stare was all that answered me.  “Listen Karly, you called me for a reason, yeah?”  She nodded her head.  “Trust me,” I said, enunciating the words.  My hands were pressed together as if joined in prayer and I bent my arms to point my fingertips at her.  Her rapid blinking told me the words weren’t getting through to her.  “Great, come on.” I grabbed her arm and began walking her down the sidewalk.  

We had been standing on her front porch arguing for what seemed like forever but in reality, only amounted to about ten minutes.  She had called me three days prior, asking for help.  Her house had become a nightmare.  She’d always heard footsteps in the house when she was the only one home. Small things would be missing from the places that she’d put them.  But lately, the events had turned hostile.  Her and her husband had a newborn baby girl and almost as soon as they brought her home, things started going more than wrong.  They heard not only footsteps, but malicious voices over their baby monitor.  They’d done their best to ignore them and convince themselves it was impossible, but then the baby started waking up screaming, covered in bleeding scratches that she couldn’t have given herself.  Enter me.  

Karly was in shock. That I knew.  But shock I could deal with.  Willful ignorance was another story.  We stepped up to the front door of her SUV.  I shoved her into the passenger seat and even went so far as to buckle her seatbelt for her.  “Stay. Here.” I told her, pointedly.

Running in the front door and propping it open, I yelled her husband’s name.  “Greg! Time to go!” He had been the levelheaded one.  The more accepting of the two of them when confronted with the truth.  Ghosts were real. Poltergeists were real.  And there were people like me who went around the world taking care of them.

Greg walked towards the front door; the baby wrapped in his arms.  “Where’s Karly?”

“She’s already in the car. Get your family and get out of here.  I’ll let you know when it’s safe.” Their diaper bag was already packed and slung over his shoulder. “Way to be a boy scout.”  

I listened as I heard Greg turn the engine over and pull out of the driveway.  Almost instantly, the front door slammed in front of me, and it was clear that it wouldn’t be opening again until the job was done.  

I bolted for the basement door.  It had been locked tight and it took all my strength to pry it open at the cost of a few chunks of the wood surrounding the locking mechanism courtesy of a few well-aimed salt-filled bullets. I made it down three or four of the steps before being slammed against the unfinished and crumbling brick wall at the end of the stairs.

“Oh, dick move, Casper.” I struggled to pull myself back to standing, noting the more than slight twinge of pain coursing through my shoulder.

A grey figure appeared just a few feet in front of me.  A young boy, maybe ten-years old, with rage in his hollow eyes. “You don’t belong here,” his raspy voice said accusatorily.  Black blood, old and ghostly, flowed from his mouth, trickling down his chin and dripping down, staining his translucent shirt.  He held his hands up to me, pushing me back against the wall again.  

“You don’t belong here!” He was screaming now with his hands grasping at the air, moving closer towards me. His nails were broken, and his fingers dripped with more ghastly blood. The eerie skin that covered him was bruised and broken in more places than not.  I managed to reach my hand into my pocket, firmly grasping the ring of solid iron held within it.  I tossed it towards him and watched as he faded away and the force holding me up relented.  

I knew the boy’s story. He had lived in the house long before Karly and Greg moved in.  Abusive parents, gross neglect, and a lifetime spent living in the basement, clawing at the locked cellar door, before starving to death beneath the stairs. His body had been cremated, but he still haunted the home getting angrier and angrier with each passing day.

I ran to the cellar door that I knew lead to the backyard.  Still locked as it always had been for him; both in life and death. “Come on, come on,” I pleaded, searching the door and its frame for any sign of remains. It had been painted multiple times, but there were still deep scratches in the wood.  There had to be something there.  I could feel him pulling his energy back together as the room turned cold and my breath started coming out as a fog.

There wasn’t much time. And what little I had was running out quickly.  “Screw it.” I pulled my Zippo lighter out of my inside breast pocket and held it up against the door.  The paint quickly sizzled away, and the wood took to the flame almost immediately. The gun, still tucked into the back of my jeans, had half a mag left and each round was chalk full of rock salt.  I opened fire at the door and watched as it burned away.  The tell-tale screeching behind me was almost deafening but it reassured me that my hunch was right.  The ghost boy was fading away.  

My legs turned to jelly below me and I quickly fell to my knees, breathing deeply and allowing the fear to overtake me as I always did. Each job ended the same way for me.  The fear and stress, suppressed up until the job was done, took over.  And I allowed it.  For a minute or two, never longer.  I breathed, covering my face with my hands, until the putrescent smell of burning wood, paint, and human fingernails overwhelmed my nose.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, forcing myself to focus and collect myself once more before lifting my eyes to the cellar door on flambe. “Oh shit!” I yelled, quickly getting to my feet as I rushed to put the growing flames out.  The door was almost entirely turned to ash and the flames were quickly spreading to the brick surrounding it.  

I burst through the burning embers and ran for the side of the house for the garden hose, making quick work of putting out the blaze.

The cell phone in my pocket vibrated and I pressed the green answer button before holding it up to my ear. “Yeah?” I asked, breathlessly.

“Hey,” the familiar voice crooned at me.  “Been a long time.”

“Uh huh,” I answered, realizing who it was.

“Look, uh…” He hesitated. “Sammy and I are coming into town.  Thought we’d stop by if you’re around.”  I knew what that meant.  

“That’d be great, Dean. I’m a little busy tonight.  When do you get in?”

“Tomorrow.  Round noonish.  I know he’d love to see you.”  I smiled silently.  

“Dean, does he even know you’re making this call?”  It was his turn to be silent. I rolled my eyes.  “I’ve got to finish up with some work quick.  But I’ll be around tomorrow.  Stop by whenever.”

“You got it, sweetheart. See you then.”  I hung up the phone and shoved it into my pocket.

“Great,” I said out loud, to nobody but myself. Dean and Sam had breezed through my hometown a year or so ago.  They’d introduced themselves as FBI agents, but that façade quickly lost traction when I watched them shoot the local MD with silver bullets as his bright green eyes and sudden large jagged teeth murderously leapt towards me.

“Back to normal.”  

I sent a text off to Karly letting her know her home was safe again, if only slightly damaged.  I’d seen and done much worse for a case. I had a five-hour drive ahead of me to make it home before Sam and Dean got there. And a lot of lore, newspaper clippings, and weapons to hide before Sam and Dean arrived.  Keeping my night job a secret was becoming more than a full-time job.

Part 2

Tagging from previous like-age:

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[dismalzelenka]

Dawn

Heyyy! I'm breaking my DA hiatus to submit this brief moderately lengthed ok maybe it got a little out of hand fluff idek anymore anyway it’s for @dapolyshippingday!

Takes place as sort of a postlude in the Your Arms Feel Like Home universe. Cullen/Amell/Jowan, 4500 words. Explicit. AO3 Link Here.

Enjoy!

There was always something otherworldly about seeing the dawn through the skylight windows. Solona was plenty used to seeing those telltale streaks of color from the other end of the day, usually following hours of binge drinking or manic painting.

Waking up to them was much, much rarer.

It took a minute or two to shake the sleep from dream clouded eyes, transfixed as she was on whatever weird liminal feeling this bizarrely early morning instilled in her. Piece by piece, memories of last night returned.

For once, she had agreed to keep the apartment booze-free for a full twenty-four hours. Jowan had insisted. She'd protested thoroughly, of course. "Come on, it's my birthday!" she'd begged through pleading, sparkling eyes, but he'd remained firm.

"Cullen? Back me up here!"

He'd merely shrugged, carefully adjusting the glasses her flailing had knocked askew. "There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

His flat response drew a rare chuckle from Jowan, who up til that point had been nervously smoothing the front of his blue and black striped button up with unsteady hands.

This was new territory for all of them.

"I swear, love, you'll be happy to have remained sober for this," Jowan promised. The quickly masked wince on his face further highlighted the unprecedented nature of the situation. An unfamiliar familiarity. A pet name she hadn't heard in months, one that felt as foreign now to her ears as it seemed to taste on his lips.

Cullen cleared his throat and broke the uncomfortable silence. "Shall we be off then? Wouldn't want to be late."

"Says you," Solona grumbled. She grabbed her signature leather jacket and bent down to finish lacing up her boots. "Neither of you have said where you're taking me."

"That's what surprises are," Jowan said, affectionately ruffling her hair.

There it was again. A telltale stiffness to a familiar motion, a measure of distance to something that used to flow as naturally as moving water.

The cab ride was silent, but not entirely uncomfortable. Cullen had passed the driver a crumpled slip of paper that presumably contained the address, muttering an awkward thank you in broken Orlesian before clambering into the back seat.

Jowan sat to her right, plaid green and brown scarf clashing horribly as usual with his shirt, shaggy hair unkempt alongside what was at this point a perpetual five o'clock shadow. He had a way of looking thoroughly uncomfortable in almost every setting imaginable, but the warmth of his hand on her thigh told her he was trying his best today.

Cullen sat at her left, curly blonde hair styled back neatly with gel. He'd chosen a maroon sport coat to wear over a black polo with a golden lion stitched onto the pocket. Tucked into dark grey jeans, naturally. Solona doubted the man had ever owned a nice pair of slacks in his life. She'd seen his wardrobe. It was one set of dress blues, two officer uniforms, a single, raggedy set of khakis, and fifteen identical black shirts next to exactly three pairs of jeans: blue, grey, and black, all cut the exact same way.

Maybe she'd get him a suit tailored for his birthday next year.

His boot knocked softly into hers, and when she looked up he was smiling softly at her with something strangely close to adoration, and now it was her turn to shift uncomfortably in her seat.

“Everything alright?” Jowan murmured.

There was an odd sort of energy in the cab between the three of them. It was as though no one wanted to be the first to speak above a whisper, like the slightest increase in volume would shatter these small and tentative beginnings slowly unfolding across their laps. There would be no first kiss tonight; no, it was far too late for that. There had been a myriad of kisses over the years, a plethora of just plain fucking with the occasional lovemaking sprinkled in, all punctuated by explosive fights and violent nights alone. She had words for all of those things, but this? She didn’t know what to call this. There was nothing in her vocabulary that described the kind of energy that surrounded them.

“I think so,” she said, the words barely a whisper by the time they made it to her lips.

“Alors...” the cab driver began tentatively. “Lequel de vous est l’amant?”

Solona’s head shot up, the suspended stillness shattered by his gravelly voice as the words sank in. “Um,” she began. “I don’t...what...” She felt her cheeks turn pink and she elbowed Jowan in the ribs for confirmation. “Hey, did that mean what I think it did?” she whispered.

Jowan’s face was beet red. “He...ah...yes, probably,” he stammered. “He wants to know which of us is...you know. The um.” He lowered his voice to an even quieter whisper. “The lover.”

A nervous giggle shot out from her lips. “Oh. Oh! Right. Yep. Hah, I um.” She scrambled for both of their hands. She didn’t even have to look at Cullen to see the flush of crimson on his cheeks.

Maker’s balls, how old was she, twelve?

The driver, to his credit, seemed to pick up the implication. “Ahh,” he said, eyebrows waggling. “Ménage à trois, eh?“

Jowan sank further into his seat. “Maker,” he muttered.

“Yes?” she squeaked.

“Ah, très bien,” he nodded sagely as he pulled the cab into a cramped parking space. “Bonne chance!”

“Maker’s breath,” she heard Cullen mutter. He clambered out of the cab the second the driver parked it. Jowan quickly followed suit, offering her a hand to help her out. He refused to meet her eyes.

“So...” she began, fighting the laugh toying at the edge of her breath. “Who’s supposed to be paying him?”

“Oh!” Cullen dug through his coat pocket and pulled out a crumpled wad of bills he then promptly thrust in through the open window. “Um. Yes. Right. Thank you.”

The cab driver laughed. “Merci!” he said. He winked, rolled the window up, and drove off, leaving the three of them standing, rather flustered, at the curb.

“Well,” Solona said finally. “Alright then, where the fuck are we--”

She trailed off as she looked around. In front of her stood the spiraling marble columns of the Musée de Montsimmard, carefully chiseled marble steps rising elegantly to a massive glass entryway where crowds of well dressed people milled about. A smile broke out on Jowan’s face. “Well,” he said finally. “We’re here.”

She’d been to the museum plenty of times already, of course. Between research for her coursework and the occasional casual tour, she was intimately familiar with its layout. Lately, however, embroiled as she was in her writing, she hadn’t been in quite some time, and the familiar delicate wire structures gracing the front pavilion felt like a warm welcome home.

“I hope you like the exhibit we’ve come to see,” Cullen said. She was suddenly aware of him standing behind her, warmth radiating across her back as he gently rested his chin on her shoulder. She glanced tentatively at Jowan, bracing herself for his reaction, but for once, he seemed oddly content, not even a whisper of a grimace on his features. He simply extended his hand again, smile never leaving his face.

“It is quite striking,” he said, eyes crinkling with mischief as he laced his fingers with hers.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What the fuck have you two been up to?”

“Patience, my dear,” Cullen whispered into her ear, sending a warm prickle straight down her spine. He enveloped her other hand with his, a much rougher grip than Jowan’s but no less gentle, and the two of them tugged her forward.

The foyer awaited her, the familiar cream colored walls, plaques, paintings, and sculptures welcoming her in with soft familiarity. She paused for a moment to take it all in, drinking in the comfortable, muted stillness with an almost desperate sort of need. She could come here every day and never tire of it.

Cullen and Jowan, however, had other ideas. “Come on, this isn’t what we came here for,” Jowan said with a grin.

Solona pouted but relented as they tugged her toward the reception counter. Jowan strode forward, and Solona took a moment to appreciate the uncharacteristic amount of confidence he had gained since they’d moved to Orlais. She spoke the language, yes; she had to, for her degree, obviously, but Jowan was the only one of the three of them who was comfortably, conversationally fluent so far.

It was nice, seeing him like this. He’d never been particularly confident in social situations back in Kirkwall. Neither of them had been, really; she was always just better at hiding it behind humor and dismissive indifference, but it was hard to relax in a city filled with the ghosts of so many of her worst memories. Montsimmard was a fresh start for them all, and Jowan was beginning to thrive in the freedom of it.

She and Cullen approached the counter after him. The woman behind the desk, a willowy, freckled, mousey-haired woman with soft brown eyes and an even softer voice stared at her for a moment, wide eyed. “Madam Amell!” she exclaimed, jumping to her feet. “We are so excited to have you here with us today! Please, follow me!”

Solona felt her eyebrows climb her forehead. “Okay, seriously you two, what the fuck is going on?” she said finally.

Cullen said nothing, simply nodding his head after the woman with a faint smile playing on his lips. Solona pouted but relented.

The main exhibition hall branched off to several smaller rooms. They followed the receptionist into one of them, and what Solona saw knocked the air straight from her lungs.

“Thank you all for joining us today!” a guide announced from the podium. “As many of you know, the Musée de Montsimmard rose from the ashes of what was once, for centuries, the largest Circle of Magi in Orlais.We are forever grateful for the patronages that have allowed this incredible undertaking, and continue to allow it to this day.

“For centuries, our city has shined a beacon for anyone with magic shimmering in their veins. In recent decades we have stood firm against countless onslaughts against the personal freedoms of those once caged within these walls. Today, we are showcasing works by a remarkable woman, an artist of incredible talent who has overcome so many of the very challenges this city has striven to eliminate since the Circles were first dissolved. This exhibition is a tribute to mages everywhere: the celebrated, the hated, the many survivors of untold tragedy, and the memories of those who never saw the sun rise on their liberation.”

“Jowan?” Solona felt tears in the corners of her eyes. “Cullen? What is this?”

Cullen said nothing and simply wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulder. Jowan stood at her other side and slipped an arm snugly around her waist.

“Everyone, in honor of the survivors of the horrific Tranquil Solution, in honor of mages everywhere, we present: Liberté!”

“That’s...I...”

In the center of the exhibit was a painting, her painting. A crumbling tower rose in the background. A girl in the foreground stood in rags, a girl with dark curly hair, a girl that represented everything she wished she could have had in her childhood, stood in the forefront, one arm outstretched overhead, triumphantly shooting a beam of light to the heavens as the sun peeked over a horizon of brilliant blues and purples and twinkling stars.

The guide was now reading a brief biography of the artist, of her, but his voice faded into static as she stood in shocked silence. She could recall every moment of painting that image with sparkling clarity, every sleepless night and lyrium binge and emptied bottle of liquor swept to the wayside in manic obsession.

The finishing touches had been done without electricity, by candlelight and mage light, in despairing silence while the streets of Kirkwall burned.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I don’t understand. I don’t understand, we left all of that behind, I thought it was lost forever, how did you--how did either of you--”

“The rest of the precinct helped,” Cullen said wryly. “We went and salvaged it all from your old apartment after the dust settled. It came over with me when I finally packed up and met the two of you for good, and the rest of it was all him.” He gestured at Jowan, who was beaming.

“I may have pulled some strings with some colleagues here,” he admitted. “I was hesitant at first, and certainly not very hopeful, but the director here was, ah, quite enthusiastic about the collection once she saw it and heard your story.”

Solona sniffled and leaned her weight into their arms. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

“Would you like us to give you some space?” Jowan asked softly.

She shook her head. “No,” she sniffed. “No. Don’t go.”

The rest of the evening passed in a daze. At some point, the curator approached her and had a conversation that must have been coherent, given the business card that went home with her after the fact, but she would have been lying if she said she remembered what sorts of words were exchanged.

The cab ride home was an equally hazy affair, one with much less decorum than the trip there. She watched the street lights tick by as she lay in Jowan’s arms, feet propped up in Cullen’s lap, taking solace in the weighty feeling of his hands on her calves. It was strange, this feeling settling into her limbs. It was intoxicatingly euphoric, whatever this was. It felt like sinking into a warm bath at the end of a long day, like putting on a familiar, well-worn sweater that smells faintly of someone you love--

The soft edges slammed into focus.

She sat up immediately. “Stop the cab,” she said abruptly. “Stop the cab, I have to get out, I have to--”

The cab driver shrugged and pulled over, and she scrambled out over Jowan’s lap, almost tripping directly into the pavement. The world suddenly felt too small, the walls were closing in and her chest was gripped by an alarmingly familiar ache and an equally intense, crippling fear.

This was wrong. This was wrong, because there was no way, no way on this earth this was the correct version of her life.

She felt her knees hit the sidewalk and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t open them. If she did, she would be standing in Kirkwall again, and she wasn’t sure if that was something she could bear the weight of right now.

“Solona.”

Jowan’s voice tugged at the edges of her consciousness. She shook her head. She felt her chest heaving with sobs. Distantly, in the back of her mind, she was aware she was making a scene, but she didn’t know how to hold any of it in. She never had.

“Solona, what’s wrong?” Cullen’s voice this time, floating over her, filled with a familiar confusion.

“I don’t want to wake up,” she gasped through the splitting ache in her chest. “I don’t want to go back. I can’t.”

“We don’t have to, love.” Jowan wrapped her hands in his and helped her stand as Cullen supported her from behind. “This is home now.”

Solona opened her eyes. She could see the street lamps reflecting on Jowan’s cheeks, also wet with tears as he brushed her cheek with his fingers. “This is home,” he repeated, more firmly this time.

“He’s right,” Cullen murmured behind her. She turned and met his gaze, the air slowly returning to her lungs in tiny increments. “Last I checked, we’re all here to stay.”

She nodded slowly, incredulously, looking around at the shops and traffic lights, and at the handful of onlookers glancing over in apparent concern. The air smelled like lavender and magnolia and nothing at all like Kirkwall’s murky blend of industrial smoke and stale saltwater. The signs were all in delicate Orlesian script with the occasional translation beneath here and there. Somewhere to her right, a woman unlocked her car with a dismissive wave of her hand and not a single other person seemed to take notice.

“This is home,” she murmured.

Jowan wiped the tears from her face as Cullen planted a kiss on her forehead. “Home,” Jowan repeated.

“Which, incidentally, is only three blocks away, if you both fancy some fresh air,” Cullen pointed out. “At least, I hope I’m reading that sign correctly.”

The laugh exploded from Solona’s chest, so suddenly she almost didn’t recognize the sound. She turned and planted a kiss square on his lips, then whirled around and kissed Jowan in turn. Reality was shifting again, as it so often did for her, but for the first time in her life, it didn’t feel so bad. 

Her shoes were off before she even made it to the front door. Cullen helped her out of her jacket as her fingers made hasty work of the buttons on Jowan’s shirt. Jowan’s lips met hers, softly at first, with only the slightest hesitation, as Cullen slipped her blouse off of her shoulders. The sounds of two more pairs of shoes hitting the floor rang behind her as she leaned into the kiss. She scraped her teeth across Jowan’s lip and drew a weak moan from his throat that sent shivers of anticipation shooting through her core.

She felt Cullen’s stubble graze her shoulder as he planted a string of hot kisses down her shoulder. Her bra came undone, and she flung it clumsily away from her without a single care for where it landed. She almost tripped over her pants as the three of them stumbled to the bedroom, and she cursed quietly as she kicked them away.

Cullen’s hands trailed down to her hips, then back up to her chest, his touch rough and warm as Jowan buried his fingers in her hair. Cullen rolled a nipple between his fingers and she gasped into Jowan’s mouth, every nerve on overdrive as her body craved more.

Her body crashed onto the mattress. Cullen clambered on the bed with her, cradling her head in his lap as Jowan pulled away and positioned himself between her legs. It was Cullen’s turn to kiss her now, fervent and passionate. He smelled like mint and aftershave and for a moment all she could focus on was the way his tongue felt against hers.

Jowan parted her gently with his fingertips. Solona shuddered and gasped when he closed his lips around her clit, warmth blooming between her thighs with the sweet ache of arousal.

Cullen swirled his fingers around her nipples as he cupped her breasts with both hands, pinching with just enough pressure to send lightning through her spine. She reached up, blindly, to touch him, any part of him, but he pulled his hands away and closed them over hers. “Not yet,” he whispered into her mouth. “This is for you right now.”

She could only moan in assent, eyes squeezed shut as Jowan’s tongue between her legs sent her spiraling higher and higher.

“There we go,” Cullen murmured, gently stroking her hair. He shifted his legs slightly as he leaned in to kiss her again.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. The static began to build. “Please.”

“Let go,” Cullen whispered.

And she did. She hit her peak and cried out, body trembling under wave after wave of euphoric bliss as Jowan gently brought her back to earth. She slumped back in Cullen’s lap, letting her fingers trail up his torso as he ran his fingers through her curls.

Jowan kissed his way up to her navel, cradling her trembling body with his arms as he planted delicate kisses along her stomach, trailing upward until he gently captured one of her nipples between his teeth.

Cullen slipped out from his position beneath her head and took Jowan’s place at the foot of the bed as she writhed under Jowan’s touch. “Kiss me, please,” she whispered. She could taste herself on Jowan’s lips, was drowning under his touch, losing herself in the sensations of hands and fingers and lips.

She gasped when Cullen entered her, agonizingly slowly, both hands gently grasping her by the hips as he sank into her with deliberate, measured intensity. The friction made her body sing, and she felt her hips moving almost of their own accord, begging him to move faster.

She would have asked out loud, but Jowan’s fingers trailing down her collarbone, his lips ghosting hot kisses down her ear and across her neck, had left her incapable of finding words for much of anything.

“In my mouth,” she finally managed to gasp, fingers closing around Jowan’s wrist. “I want you in my mouth.”

“Anything for you,” he whispered.

She tipped her head back and let her lips close around the tip of his length. It was his turn to shudder as she swirled her tongue around the head. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, closing them just tight enough to slowly pump him as Cullen drove into her, each stroke intentional and methodical and filling her with a need so intense it was almost painful.

Where her end was vocal and filled with explosive fireworks, Jowan’s was gentle and quiet. He instinctively moved to withdraw, but she tapped him on the thigh and shook her head ever so slightly, mentally pleading for him not to move. She needed to taste him, needed it so badly it was driving her frantic with desire. She caught his hand in hers and squeezed it, gentle and reassuring as she met his eyes a split second before he gripped back tightly, eyes closing, hips bucking into her mouth as he came.

And Maker, was he a beautiful sight when he did, the way his tousled brown hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his freckled chest heaving as he caught his breath. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he squeezed them shut, the faintest shy smile blooming across his face.

He was breathtaking, and in this moment she wondered how she had ever pushed him away. She prayed she never would again.

Cullen paused then, withdrawing from her and drawing a whine of protest from her lips. He held out a hand and pulled her gently upright into a deep kiss. “Sit on my face,” he murmured teasingly against her lips. “I want to taste you too.”

She wasn’t sure what possessed her to ask it. She’d never really speculated overmuch on the nature of their relationship with each other at this point; she’d never seen them be particularly affectionate with each other without her involved. Part of her, truthfully, feared the answer, feared what it would do to this fragile sense of tranquility she’d finally managed to grasp, but the question slipped from her love-drunk lips before she could hold it in:

“Can you kiss each other?”

Cullen’s eyebrows raised, and she heard Jowan shift on the bed behind her. Anxiety gripped her suddenly, and she nervously began to shrink into herself. “You don’t...you don’t have to,” she stammered. “It would...I think it would...”

“I think it would be nice,” Jowan finished. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“As do I,” Cullen murmured reassuringly. He took her hands in his and squeezed them, and when she looked closer, a shy flush had crept into his cheeks.

She scooted back on the bed then, equal parts reassured and transfixed as their lips met. Jowan’s kisses were always tentative at first, each brush of his lips a question softly begging for an answer. Cullen kissed back firmly, decisive and precise, one hand nestling gently along Jowan’s jawline, the other winding into Jowan’s hair.

It was one thing to kiss Jowan. It was another thing entirely to watch Jowan be kissed. Jowan melted into Cullen’s arms, gripping tightly to his back as Cullen claimed his lips, then pulled away and nipped gently at his jaw, trailing kisses down his neck. The way they moved together, hands seeking purchase, bodies aligned, filled her with a need she didn’t even know she had, and she reached between her legs and slipped two fingers into herself with a breathless moan.

She pumped in and out of herself, rubbing furiously at her clit with her thumb, letting out an audible gasp when Jowan disengaged and slowly sank to his knees, hands gripping Cullen’s hips and thighs as he slowly took Cullen’s cock in his mouth. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “Fuck, that is. Maker. You’re both so beautiful.”

“Wait,” Cullen murmured. He ran his fingers through Jowan’s hair before reaching down and gently tugging him to his feet. “I want both of you.”

Solona couldn’t keep her hands off of him as he positioned himself on the bed beneath her. Jowan knelt between Cullen’s legs, and when he looked up at her through sweat soaked hair she almost came right then.

How was he so beautiful? How were they both so beautiful?

How close had she come to losing them both?

And then Cullen’s tongue swiped her clit and her thoughts sank into blissful surrender. She fought to keep her eyes open as she rode him, shuddering when he moaned into her. Jowan’s head bobbed up and down on Cullen’s cock, one hand wrapped around the base of it, the other pressed into the mattress. Her breathing quickened as Cullen traced shapes into her slit, teasing at the tip of her clit until she felt her limbs would catch on fire.

She couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. It was too much, everything was too much, and she was lost without an anchor in a wash of sensation and emotion. She searched for Jowan’s hand on the mattress. Jowan laced his fingers into hers and squeezed, and she wondered if it were possible for her heart to explode with the intensity of it all.

“Please,” she murmured again. She clung to them both, Jowan’s hand in her right, Cullen’s gripped tightly to her left, thighs aching as she climbed into the stratosphere. “Please, please, please.”

She felt Cullen shudder and jerk beneath her, moaning into her as he came, and the vibrations sent her teetering over her peak, plunging into a wave of color and sound and oh, Maker, oh fuck--

When she opened her eyes again, she was cradled between them both. She lay there for a moment in disbelieving silence, listening to them breathe on either side of her, drinking in the warmth of their chests as Cullen nuzzled her forehead with his lips and Jowan whispered soft “I love you”s into the nape of her neck. Twinkling orbs of mage light danced lazily on the ceiling.

This was home, she realized. It was home on a level that shook her to her core, in a way she’d never, ever experienced, because this was a home that would be here when the dust settled. This was a home that could exist for good, a home that came with so much more than the desperate but empty promises of a morning that had never before been guaranteed.

But morning would come.

Morning would come, and she would still be home.

Fin.

Thanks to my partner in crime @laraslandlockedblues for creating this particular AU with me, and an extra big thank you to all of my new fandom friends who gave me the space to let this muse out. I love and appreciate every single one of you.

[babybadger]

heyyy I was hoping to request a scott x bisexual reader where he defends her from biphobia ? 👉🥺👈thanks loveee

Akskshsjsk this is thee best request i’ve had in a while thank you!!!

Scott was scared of bringing you to meet the guys. He knew they were very loud and could be quite intimidating. That paired with the fact the media had exposed your old relationships with girls this week which forced you into outing yourself as bi on twitter. Scott didn’t care as you told him the first week you starting dating, scared it put him off.

“Hey Y/N stop stressing” Scott reassures you with his hand on your thigh, other on the wheel driving to the training centre. “Scott they are boys-football boys. It’s gonna be just like high school all over again.” You begin to stress out but Scott spent the whole journey reassuring you how nice they were and that they are dead funny.

Once arriving in the canteen of the training centre Scott grabbed you guys food while you sat at a free table. By the time he got back, there were loads of his teammates surrounding you and laughing. Scott managed to see over Dan’s shoulder and could tell you were uncomfortable. “Hey guys everyone let me into see my mrs” he says clearing the boys so he could pull out his chair. “You sure she’s your misses?” One of the boys cracks out. “Better never take her to see the woman’s team. Heard female on female is a vicious fight” another jokes. “Maybe she wants a girl and a boy who knows.” one sniggers out as they all laugh at you. You sat there in silence and picked at your lunch. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.

You took death breaths as you walked away trying hard to push away your red cheeks and teary eyes. You look at yourself in the mirror and take one last deep breath before heading back. As you sat down you noticed only a couple boys were left sitting with Scott. “Hey baby these boys have something to say.” He says in a stern tone towards his teammates sitting in front of them. “We are really sorry Y/N. We like to have a joke but we took it too far.” The youngest of the boys stutters out barely making eye contact. “Yeah we should have known not to comment on personal stuff we are sorry.” The boys grab their lunches and go to move away.

“What are their names?” you ask Scott as the boys stand up. “What?” He says with his mouth half full. You stare at him with pressing eyes. “Mason and Brandon” he almost spits out. “MASON BRANDON!” you call out as they walk away and beckon them back over. “You apologised and meant it. It’s okay. Sit back down and let’s talk. I don’t care if I have to educate you one by one but you’ll never get girls with that attitude now shut up and listen.” Scott leans back in his chair and let’s out a deep laugh. He knew you had the balls to stand up and be proud of your sexuality but he didn’t think you’d be so confident infront of his teammates.

The table slowly gets more crowded as you tell them about being bisexual and how it made you and others feel and why their comments don’t help. By the end of the rant most of the team was around your table watching you with deep interest. Ole had even come in to see why the boys weren’t getting ready, but when he heard your conversation he knew they were getting real life lessons being taught and he’d rather the boys, especially the young ones listened in. Scott sat beside you with a smug grin all over his face proud of you for standing up for you and your community.

[fortune-fool02]

I Kissed a Girl

Kakyoin Noriaki x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Warnings: kissing, suggestive themes, nothing too bad

Song: I kissed a girl by Katie Perry

Please enjoy.

This was never the way I planned. Not my intention. I got so brave, drink in hand. Lost my discretion.

Kakyoin was not the type of guy who went out to bars with his friends and got drunk. He was often the one who remained sober to help everyone else get home, which he didn’t mind. 

However, one day, Polnareff had somehow convinced the red-haired teen to drink alcohol. It stated as one drink, the cherry flavour was sweet on his tongue, easing the alcohol down, then became a second drink. Until Kakyoin was nothing but a giggling mess, face red from the alcohol and laughing at anything. It was such a relief to unwind, in his opinion. All the worries of the world were thousands of miles away and all that mattered was him with his friends. 

Even [Name] was happy to see Kakyoin enjoying his life for a change. It was no surprise the man was a light-weight, probably never tasting alcohol until tonight. She kept herself sober, settling for water or fizzy pop rather than colour alcohol. After all, someone had to get them all home and by how Polnareff and Mr Joestar were acting, flaring about on the dance-floor, that someone was her. 

It's not what, I'm used to. Just wanna try you on. I'm curious for you. Caught my attention.

Kakyoin sat beside [Name], lightly giggling every couple of minutes as he took another sip of his drink. The thing with alcohol was that it took the filter off of people, unmasking them in a way; or it would install them with confidence they never had before. And for Kakyoin it was the latter. 

He looked at [Name]. She was absolutely gorgeous, vibrant with life and glowing with beauty like an angel. He has always wondered how she could  be so kind to everyone she met, such a blessing. His lavender eyes fell to her lips. They looked so soft, so sweet. 

“Heyyy, [Name],” he tapped her shoulder, earning her attention. “You know, I don’t say thiss much but... you’re bloody beautifull.” he spoke, words slurring slightly from the drink. [Name]’s cheeks warmed at that, thinking it was just the alcohol talking but still touched by it all the same. Although, she was more than shocked when Kakyoin cupped her face and leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. 

I kissed a girl and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chap stick. I kissed a girl just to try it. I hope my boyfriend don't mind it.

This was beyond anything Kakyoin would have dreamed doing, kissing the woman he has had secret feelings for since he met her. The power of alcohol was something he had no control over, becoming a puppet of his own emotions and thoughts. And at this moment in time, with her lips against his, he didn’t care. 

The affection he has harboured within him rose to the surface, flowing through his lips in a slightly messy way, his mind unfocused. All rational thoughts silenced. Nothing has ever felt more right than this, and with [Name]’s soft, delicate lips against his, he felt wonderful. 

[Name] pushed him off gently, not wanting to hurt Kakyoin, “Kakyoin, stop. You’re drunk.” she said, hoping to stop Kakyoin from doing something foolish. To say she disliked the kiss would be an absolute lie, if anything, she loved it as she loved him. But Kakyoin was drunk, unaware of what he was doing and she didn’t wish to take advantage of that. Kakyoin shook his head, 

“Yeah, but I bloody love you...” [Name] blinked in surprise at that. Despite the alcohol clouding his mind, she could see honesty in his lavender eyes. He was aware of what he was saying. A smile lifted her lips, cheeks growing warmer as she looked at him. 

At that, Kakyoin leaned forward again, reconnecting their lips with equal passion as before, hungry for something he has dreamed of for so long. [Name] allowed him to taste it though she was prepared to stop him if she believed he was going too far too fast. After all, he was drunk and she didn’t want him regretting it in the morning. 

Once she drove everyone home, she drove Kakyoin to his apartment, helping him inside as the man was barely able to walk without stumbling. However, once the door shut behind her, he turned and pressed her against the wall, lips locking with hers with such passion and hunger. 

And she returned it with equal passion. 

It felt so wrong. It felt so right. Don't mean I'm in love tonight. I kissed a girl and I liked it. I liked it.

A low groan escaped Kakyoin’s lips, his hand running through his red locks as his head pounded with each heart beat. The morning sunlight dimmed by the closed curtains which he was thankful for. He was not going drinking again with them lot. 

His lavender eyes snapped open when he felt something brush against his chest. He looked down to see [Name] sleeping peacefully beside him, nuzzling against him like a kitten. Wait a moment. Memories of the previous night flicked by in his head. Everything. Everything from the drinking to kissing [Name] to confessing to... what they did that night. 

How soft her body was against his, their clothing falling off as they fell onto the bed. Soft moans and groans from both of them. Kakyoin’s hand shifted from his hair to his neck, feeling the slight bruising of love-bites along his neck. 

His hand covered his mouth at the memories, unsure of how to process it all. He had spent a night of passion with the woman of his dreams. He knows he should be feeling guilt and maybe shame for doing it in such a way... so why was he feeling nothing but pride and joy? 

[Name] shifted, catching his attention, and looked up at him. A smile on her lips as she pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, “Good morning, Noriaki.” 

Kakyoin smiled at her, pressing his own kiss on her cheek. “Good morning, [Name].” he said. 

Maybe he might go drinking again with them, only if [Name] was going though. 

I kissed a girl and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chap stick. I kissed a girl just to try it. I hope my boyfriend don't mind it. It felt so wrong. It felt so right. Don't mean I'm in love tonight. I kissed a girl and I liked it. I liked it.  

[imaginedisish]

I Wanna Be Yours (Otis Milburn x Reader) (Eric Effiong x Adam Groff) (Sex Education)

A/N: Heyyy guys!!! Sorry for the wait :( Life is busy ooooff! So this is based on an anon request I got a few days ago, which was based off of the song “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys. If you haven’t heard the song, GO LISTEN TO IT!!! So before you read, lemme just say that I incorporated the lyrics of the song into the imagine, and half way through the narrator switches to Eric and Adam, so don’t get confused lololol! I’m a little worried that this imagine is super confusing, and I’m sorry if it is!!! I hope you guys enjoy hehehe! I’ve got a Bandersnatch imagine coming next so hang tight for that!

Summary: After months of separation, Eric and Adam are reunited at a school dance, which prompts Otis to tell you how he really feels. I’m so bad at summaries oh my god...

Warnings: some language, but MAJOR FLUFF!!

Word Count: 2,080+

Also HAPPY MLK DAY!!!!!! He was one cool, hardworking, intelligent, dedicated, and incredible dude!!! If you haven’t done so, go read his “Letter from Birmingham Jail.” Pleeaaassee!! 

“Tonight is going to be the best night of our lives!” Eric says, swiftly gliding into the gymnasium as if it were some extravagant soiree. He spins around, extending his arms out to present the ornate decorations around you. Eric looked absolutely fabulous. He wore a vibrant blue floral tux, complete with bright purple eye makeup. 

Maeve cackles loudly, snorting in the process. “Eric, it’s a school dance. The only way this is going to be the best night of our lives is if someone spikes the punch bowl.” Eric gives Maeve a look of disappointment. 

“You’re insane, woman,” Eric says, extending a hand out towards Maeve that clearly says “shut up, you have no idea what you’re talking about”. Maeve retaliates with a strong and prompt middle finger. Eric steps closer to Maeve, a look of annoyance plastered on his face.

“Alright let’s keep things civil,” Otis chimes in, stepping in between Maeve and Eric, pressing a hand to each of their shoulders. You can’t help but giggle. Otis would never be able to stop a fight. He was too soft…

And far too cute, You think to yourself, smiling slightly. Otis wore a dark blue tux, his hair slicked back akin to a greaser. He really did look amazing. The sight of him made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. 

Of course, he could never know that he made you feel that way. You and Otis had been friends for years, and you figured that if he knew about your crush on him, your friend group would be torn apart. You shake off your feelings, and walk out towards the dance floor.

Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys begins to blast throughout the gym, and your eyes light up with excitement. You loved Arctic Monkeys, and you knew Otis did too. 

Alex Turner’s voice echoes, “Oh the boy’s a slag!” And the whole gym can’t help but sing along, including you, Otis, Eric and Maeve “The best you’ve ever had, the best you’ve ever had is just a memory…” 

“Now who’s dancing with me?” You call out, swaying your hips from side to side, extending a hand out towards your three friends. Maeve smirks, and quickly dips from your line of sight. 

“Not me,” Otis giggles, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m a terrible dancer!” He laughs and smiles widely. Eric gives Otis a slight push towards the dance floor. 

“Go on, mate. Dance with her!” Eric says, pushing Otis towards you again. Otis blushes as he comes face to face with you. 

Eric knew about your feelings for Otis. You had told him about a year ago, and he had remained your closest confidant ever since. Eric was so easy to talk to. He always listened and kept your secrets. 

“I’m so terribly sorry if my dancing is totally and utterly embarrassing,” Otis laughs, his eyes landing on your hips and then quickly moving back up to your face. “Y-you look really b-beautiful tonight, (Y/N).”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and the corners of your mouth slowly turn up. “T-thanks Otis,” You stutter nervously. “Y-you look quite dapper yourself.”

Dapper? Why the hell would I ever say dapper? You think to yourself, silently regretting what you said. 

Otis smiles widely. “Dapper?” He asks, giggling a bit, and blushing even more than he was before. 

“Yes, dapper,” You say, laughing awkwardly. “You really do look handsome.” Your words are more confident now. It was true, he looked extremely handsome, and you thought he deserved to know that. Otis beams with joy at your comment. 

His ocean eyes stare deeply into yours, and you can almost feel your cheeks begin to grow red.  

“You used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your night dress…” Alex Turner’s voice booms from the speakers as you and Otis step closer to each other. You two are centimeters apart, his nose practically brushing up against yours. “Remember when you used to be a rascal oh…” 

Just as it seems as though something is about to happen between you two, the song ends and the room cheers in excitement. You and Otis part from each other, clapping along with the rest of the room. 

The next song begins to play, and you recognize it immediately. The slow, languid, yet sharp percussion gives it away instantly. 

“Here’s a slow song for all our couples in the room. I Wanna Be Yours, by Arctic Monkeys, mates…” The DJ trails off. Suddenly, the room feels a lot hotter, and your heart begins to race, thumping violently against your chest.

“I love this song,” You say softly, growing more and more nervous each second. “The DJ must really love Arctic Monkeys.”

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust…” Otis steps closer to you as Alex Turner’s voice resonates throughout the gym. 

“Do you want t-to…” Otis chokes on his words. “D-dance? For r-real? W-with me?” He takes another step towards you, and you nod your head up and down eagerly. Otis smiles, and wraps his arms around your waist. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck. 

You two sway side to side, your stomach filling with butterflies. This was what you had always dreamed of. It felt so perfect, so unreal. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you spot Eric. You try to flash him a smile, but he doesn’t see you. Instead, his eyes are glued to the gym doors. You watch as he quickly rushes out of the gym. 

“Adam?” Eric whispers to himself. There was Adam, the very Adam Groff that Eric had come to fall deeply in love with, simply standing outside of the gym, arms crossed tightly against his chest. Suddenly, nothing else in the world mattered. 

Eric thought he would never see Adam again. Adam had went off to military school about a year ago, and Eric hadn’t heard from him since. It killed Eric, and not a day went by that he didn’t dream of Adam holding him in his arms yet again.

Almost instinctively, Eric sprints towards the gymnasium doors, pushing them open with all the force he had inside of him. 

Adam’s hands fall to his sides, and his eyes land on Eric. 

“You didn’t say goodbye to me, and that isn’t bloody fair,” Eric says, slowly walking closer to Adam. 

“I didn’t know I was going to leave…” Adam trails off nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” He whispers to Eric. 

Adam takes another step towards Eric. He’s wearing a green tweed suit. The style was extremely unusual for Adam. He seemed to be completely put together. There wasn’t a seam that was tailored incorrectly, not a hair out of place. 

“You look…” Eric pauses for a second, trying to find the right words. 

“Bland?” Adam interjects, brushing a hand through his hair. “My dad wanted me to wear this disgusting suit. It was my grandfather’s suit or something like that.” Adam rolls his eyes in annoyance. 

“No, you look…amazing. Gorgeous, even,” Eric says confidently, closing the gap between he and Adam. 

“Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about you,” Adam whispers as a student casually walks around the two lovers. “Can we go somewhere and talk about this, in private?”

Eric shakes his head, anger quickly replacing the elated feeling in his gut as he remembers the unfortunate truth about his relationship with Adam. “No, I’m tired of hiding this. I’m tired of having to keep us a secret.” Eric’s voice is firm and commanding, something Adam wasn’t used to. Eric grabs Adam’s hand, pulling him into the gymnasium. 

“What are you doing, Eric?” Adam questions as Eric pulls him into the center of the floor. 

“I just wanna be yours,” the chorus of the song begins as Eric grabs Adam’s hands, intertwining his fingers with Adam’s. “I wanna be yours, Adam. Don’t you get that?”

You and Otis look over to Eric and Adam. “I thought Adam was at military school?” Otis says, perplexed. “And now they’re dancing together? I thought Eric hated Adam. What the bloody hell is going on?”

You smile lightly. Eric had told you what happened between him and Adam. He had cried to you for months about how crushed he was when Adam left. And now, they were together again. 

Eric pulls apart from Adam, and runs up to the stage, grabbing the microphone from the center of the stage. He taps the top of it, checking to see if it was on. “H-hello,” Eric stutters into the microphone, his voice booming throughout the gym. 

“Get off the stage, Tromboner!” Someone calls out. Eric shakes off the insult, and hops off the stage, the wireless mic still in his hand. He walks into the center of the floor, towards Adam, and the student body forms a circle around the two boys. 

“Adam, I love you. I understand if this isn’t something you want, but I wanna be yours,” Eric says, his words rushed and nervous. 

The lyrics, “At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean,” cuts through the tension of the gymnasium like a hot knife moving through butter, and the room falls silent, the only noise being the song in the background. 

Adam takes a step towards Eric, closing the gap that once kept them apart. 

“Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought…” 

“I wanna be yours too, Eric,” Adam says softly, cupping Eric’s cheeks with his hands, brushing his lips against Eric’s. The whole room cheers wildly. Eric smiles into the kiss, and so does Adam. 

You turn towards Otis, who’s hilariously confused. “What just happened?” Otis laughs, clearly surprised by the event that transpired. You go on to explain what had happened when the two boys were forced to be in detention with one another, as well as everything else that Eric told you had happened between them. 

Otis’s eyes are wide with surprise, but he’s clearly happy for Eric and Adam. Eric was his best friend, and he wanted nothing more than for him to live his best, and most full life. 

You can’t help but beam with joy as you watch Eric and Adam dance, Eric’s arms around Adam’s neck, and Adam’s arms around Eric’s waist. “I wish I had that much confidence,” You say, looking up at Otis. “You know? To tell the person you love how much they mean to you, it takes a lot."

Suddenly, Otis pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly against your lower back. Your heart flutters in your chest, and your stomach feels as though it’s doing back flips. 

“T-there’s s-something I’ve wanted to tell you f-for a while…” Otis’s croaks. “And watching those two,” Otis nods towards Eric and Adam, “Has given me the confidence to tell you how I feel.”

You wrap your arms around Otis’s neck, and nod anxiously in response. “And how is it that you feel, exactly?” You question, biting your lower lip, waiting for Otis to continue. 

“W-well, I’ve…”Otis trails off nervously, choking on his words. “I’ve sort of liked you…for a while now…” You smile widely, heat rushing to your cheeks. “To be completely honest, I think,” He pauses, “no, I know I’m in love with you. It’s fine if you aren’t in love with me, I just thought that you should kno-.”

You cut Otis off, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. 

“Shut up and kiss me back,” You giggle, your forehead pressing lightly up against Otis’s. His lips come crushing down on yours in response. Otis’s lips are warm and soft against yours, and you fear that if you pull away, your lips will turn to frost.

To your dismay, Otis takes his lips off of yours. His turquoise eyes stare deeply into your own, his arms still wrapped around your waist. 

“Otis,” You whisper, a smile plastered across your face. “I’m in love with you too.” 

“I just wanna be yours…” The song ends, and you close your eyes as Otis pulls you closer into his chest. 

You listen to his heart beating rapidly in his chest, and you hum in pleasure, realizing that there was no more longing, no more want. 

He was now yours, and you were his. 

[rhinozilla]

Whumptober Day 3: Delirium

Summary: Tina and Person take Connor home after repairs. This would be a lot easier if he wasn't still high off android-anesthesia.

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The technician had said that they could take Connor home as soon as he was able to move around on his own and maintain his balance, but at this rate, Tina’s whole day was going to get eaten up waiting for that to happen.

“Heyyy buddy,” Tina cooed lightly, standing beside the exam table where he was recuperating. “How you doing?”

Connor was lying on his back, shirt gone and with a cooling pad laid over the repair site on his midsection. Somewhere in the jargon beforehand, Connor had explained that it was a routine procedure to repair that…doohickey in his…what-cha-ma-callit…but that it was fairly invasive, and he’d be out of commission for the rest of the day.

At her greeting, Connor belatedly turned his head toward her, a slow smile crawling across his mouth as he recognized her standing there.

By the way his eyes were blinking out of sync and his delayed reaction to hearing her address him, Tina guessed that “out of commission” was some android code for “high as fucking balls.”

Behind Tina, Officer Person was talking to the technician. Sure, Hank had only asked Person to get Connor home since he was stuck at work, but given the state Connor was in at the moment, this clearly was going to be a two-person job. And, because this had all sounded hilarious to watch, Tina had volunteered to help.

So, while Person took notes on whatever the technician was telling her, Tina gave herself the mission of getting the delirious android up, off the table, and into the wheelchair, so they could get him out of here and back to Anderson’s house to rest. Fortunately, the facility had left his pants on, since the procedure only involved the area around his abdomen, so she only had to tackle a hoodie and shoes. Simple enough, right?

“Think we can sit you up?” Tina asked, enunciating clearly as she held out her hands.

Connor gave her a thumb up gesture without lifting his hand off the table at his side, and his LED cycled a plodding yellow as he struggled to focus.

“Nash kababble parswa tiki…tiki…” he mumbled.

What the…entire fuck?

Tina blinked and glanced back at the other two. “Was that any kind of language known to man?”

Both Person and the technician looked over, and the taller man adjusted his glasses.

“No, but this is a common side effect from the new android-specific anesthetic that we’ve been using. He thinks he’s speaking perfectly clear English. It will pass the longer he’s awake. We’ve found the best way to deal with it is to just…play along like you know what he’s saying.”

Tina lifted her eyebrows. “Ah.” She turned back toward Connor. “Okay, big guy, let’s see if we can get you to sit up, yeah?”

Connor stared at her, and there were absolutely no lights on upstairs. That didn’t appear to stop him, however, as he started moving his arms, in some uncoordinated attempt to try and sit up. Tina moved in closer, getting her hands around him so he wouldn’t fall back and bonk his head on the table.

“Here we go.” She steered him up and pulled his nearer arm across her shoulders when he started to sag backwards. “I gotcha. I gotcha.”

Connor teetered and leaned heavily against her. “Haggabala reema yute.”

“You don’t say?” Tina replied, keeping a hold of him.

“Narfoo klojaka…bubble.”

“Bubble?” Tina helped him turn, moving his legs so that he was sitting sideways on the bed, ready to stand up once he got his bearings.

Connor nodded very seriously, his stern expression undercut by how blown wide his pupils were.

Tina carefully moved out from under his arm, keeping a steadying hand on him as used her other hand to grab up his blue hoodie waiting in the wheelchair. He was pawing clumsily at the cooling pad still attached to his chest, and she carefully peeled it away, setting it on the table.

“Capparoonie,” he slurred, starting to tip sideways back toward the head of the table.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Tina grabbed onto him, tugging him back upright. “Stay.”

Connor swayed wildly, eyes on her, and he smirked, reaching up and touching her nose.

“Boop!” he chirped.

Tina melted a little and smiled. She couldn’t help it. Then she shook herself, swatting his hand away. “Okay, yes, you’re very cute, but enough of that. Hoodie time.”

He was perfectly pliant as she got the sweater over his head, though getting his arms through the sleeves was a chore that exhausted both of them. Eventually, Tina wiggled the hem of it down to his waist, and she looked him up and down to admire her handiwork.

“Tada, no more naked android,” she said, hands on her hips.

Connor leaned forward, corrected himself by leaning backward, and held up his hands to try and balance himself. “Tina—“

She grabbed his hands to keep him from toppling backwards. “Yes! Tina! I’m Tina!”

“Is he coming out of it?” Person asked, finished with the technician.

Connor looked brightly over at Person. “Tina!”

Tina grimaced. “Sort of?”

Person had a supply bag on her shoulder, and she stepped over as the technician moved around Tina to give Connor a final check. While the technician helped Connor stay upright, Tina grabbed his shoes and squatted down, sliding the sneakers onto his feet without bothering to untie them.

“Connor?”  the technician was saying. “Can you follow my finger?”

“Mannaky walla dippy dip.”

Tina snorted as she stood up, replying with confidence, “Ting tang, walla walla bing bang?”

Connor snapped his fingers and looked at her, like he’d understood her perfectly. “Ah!”

Person facepalmed beside Tina before eying the technician. “Can we take him or not?”

The technician looked satisfied. “Yes, just remember what we discussed.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Person was sounding impatient, though she was trying to remain polite. “Got it.”

“Okay, he’s all yours.”

Tina and Person tagteamed getting Connor to stand up, turn around, and drop into the wheelchair so that they could wheel him out to the car. Somewhere between leaving the room and reaching Person’s car outside, Connor’s head managed to clear enough that he transitioned from spewing jibberish to just spewing…nonsense.

“Dodgeball potato candles…Wonder Woman.”

“All very good points, my dude,” Tina remarked as she opened the back door of Person’s car. She looked to Person, standing behind the wheelchair. “How do we do this?”

“Taxes!”

“Thank you, Connor…Person, how do we do this?”

Person eyed their situation. “Okay, um…You get in the back seat. I’ll get him up, and you guide him in.”

“So we’re just…docking him like a ship in port, huh?”

“You got any better ideas?”

Tina climbed into the backseat, scooting over and reaching out, ready to catch him when he inevitably just flopped into the car. Person, to her credit, managed to get Connor to stand up on his own two feet. To Connor’s credit, he was obviously trying his best to help, though he was getting frustrated by his body not doing what he was telling it to do.

Person awkwardly tried to coax him into bending to climb into the car, but her balance was quickly compromising under his weight, plus the foot of height that he had over her.

Tina gave up on helping for a moment just to enjoy the show.

“You look like you’re trying to wrestle a giant noodle, Person.”

“Not a…” Person huffed, trying to keep them both upright, “…inaccurate comparison. Can you just…grab him?!”

Tina chuckled and got a hold of Connor’s arm, tugging him down into the car. He came like a ton of bricks, landing in the seat, while his momentum had him careening into Tina’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” he garbled out, hands scrambling for purchase on anything he could reach. “There’s…” he made a loud noise of frustration, “…spinning.”

Person drew herself back, helping him stuff his legs into the car while Tina got him situated upright in the seat.

“You’re good,” Tina assured. “And you’re speaking words in any kind of order now. Progress, right?”

He stared at her hard in concentration, but he didn’t try to speak again. It looked like enough comprehension had finally returned that he was starting to feel some embarrassment. That was unacceptable. Tina fastened his seatbelt for him and patted his arm.

“Don’t worry, big guy. We’ll get you home, and you can sleep this off.”

“Pancakes.” He started, paused, shook his head and stared hard at her again. “Thank…you…Home?”

“Yeah,” Tina exchanged a look with Person, who nodded and closed the back door.

Tina stayed in the back seat to keep an eye on him while Person took the wheel. Then they were finally, mercifully, driving away from the facility. Connor slumped against the seat, worn out by the whole ordeal already, and his head tipped back in exhaustion. Tina patted his hand and then let her hand linger there in a way that she hoped conveyed some comfort.

“We’ll get you home, buddy.”

(written as a prequel to chapter 8 of my prompt series “Camaraderie” on AO3)

[harrystuff]

Whipped - H.S

heyyy guys this one is about harry being whooped over a woman he only spad one night with. I’d like to know what you think about it

sorry if there are any mistakes English isn't my native language,

love you all xx.

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“You know Styles I don’t do this usually” a playful smirk sets on her beautiful face,

“ I’d love to be an exception” I smirk right back at her,

“Then we shouldn’t waste our time” she said right before her lips crushed into mines.

That was the moment that cursed me, that was the moment that ruined me,

because from now on, no one will compare to her, no one will make me gasping for air just from their look, no one will make me beg for one good night sleep, just one night that I won’t feel the need to kiss a random girl’s lips in order to forget her’s, but I guess the real problem was that Y/N herself is just a random girl.

I never believed in a love at first sight, I even used to make laugh at the people that had, but something about Y/N screamed that I have to get to know her, and that’s why I hate myself.

I hate myself for being with her just for one night, I hate myself for thinking she would want anything more then one night with someone like me, I hate myself for getting so whipped on a woman I know nothing about, a woman who I’ve been with for one night months ago.

I want to hate her, I want to hate her for ruining me for other women, I want to hate her for making me so weak from the day I met her, I want to hate her for being here on a date with someone else,

But then again I want to hate myself for caring.

“What’s going on with you mate?” I heard Niall saying but not exactly listened,

“What?” I finally turned my attention to him, taking my eyes of the girl that had me captive,

“You’ve been staring at that girl all night” Niall revealed the secret that I wasn’t keeping really well, so I decided to tell him.

I started to tell him how I saw her at that bar, how she was glowing, how she took control over my eyes not letting me to look any other direction, how I’m not so sure she is aware to her effect, and like that the whole night came rushing back to my mind.

“You look like you could use a drink” I said to the beautiful girl in front of me,

“Actually I think I would love one” I didn’t expect her to be this straight forward, she seemed so shy.

“You look kinda shocked” she laughed at my reaction at her.

I loved her smile, and the sound of her laugh, everything about her seemed perfect and we barely exchanged any words.

“I tought you would be shy” I said honestly,

“I am usually, except for when I know what I want” she smirked at me, she looked like an angel but she had devilish eyes.

“And that would be me?” I smirked right back, getting a laugh out of that beautiful mouth,

“Let’s not get a head of ourselves”,

“I’m Y\N by the way” she kept the smile on her face,

“Harry״.

“Wow” was all that Niall said, he just heard me rambling about a girl I only spend one night with like I’m in love with her for two years.

“Why won’t you talk to her?” Niall asked as if it was so simple to interrupt Y/N on her date, and just tell her that I can’t stop thinking about her.

“She’s on a date Niall” I stated the obvious,

“So?”

“Anyway He’s like a seven and you’re a total ten” he said that with a super serious tone which made me laugh.

“She’s looking over here mate” Niall said quickly while I laughed, I immediately turned my head to her direction, catching her eyes on me.

I couldn’t believe she was looking at me, even from afar I could see the way her eyes were shining and how deep her eyes were, I wanted to drown in those eyes,

And then she flashed her smile to me, me out of everyone she smiled at me. At this point my heart felt like it’s about to explode just by the sight of her smile,

Y\N’s beautiful and precious smile.

I smiled back immediately of course, it’s not like I had any control over that any way. After she smiled at me she turned her head back to her date and my heart dropped from one hundred to zero, in the matter of seconds.

What was I thinking ,that she would want anything to do with me? If she wanted that she would’ve given me her number that night, but she didn’t,

I feel so pathetic.

Niall and I were paying the bill when I saw Y/N going to the restroom.

“Go after her!” Niall tried to convince me, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so, I just shaked my head no.

“Come on don’t give up now, she’s here it’s your only chance” Niall said and for a second what he said didn’t sound so wrong.

I mean why not? I’ll probably never see her again so even if I embarrass myself and she wouldn’t agree to give me her number I’ll never see her again. At least I’ll know I tried.

“Wish me good luck” I said to Niall as I got up from the chair,

“You won’t need that” he replied.

As I made my way to the restroom I couldn’t help thinking what I should tell Y/N when she sees me.

“I missed you” too creepy

“I missed touching you” too sexual

“It’s nice to see you” just right.

I waited in the hallway, waiting for her the come out from the ladies, I hope she wouldn’t find that creepy.

While waiting for her I started to run in my head options for how I ask her for her phone number.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you Y/N, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we are both here tonight”

“Are you talking to yourself Styles?” As I heard her voice my head immediately turned to her direction and I just realized that I mumbled to myself my own thoughts, but I didn’t care, because she was so beautiful that I couldn’t think of anything else, her lips in a natural pink color, her long lashes moved while she blinks at me, her captive smile that speared on her face-

“Styles?” She questioned, interrupting my thoughts but making me realize that I was staring.

“Sorry” I Shaked my head while apologizing,

“It’s nice to see you” I said trying to stick to my plan even though I wanted to ruin the whole plan and kiss her pink plump lips right now.

“So.. what are you doing here?” She looked confused by the situation, maybe not expecting me to come to talk to her,

“I know it’s kinda weird, and we’ve only been together for one night months ago but I can’t stop thinking about you” I was afraid, this wasn’t the kind of thing you expect a one night stand to say to you, and I was probably going to be rejected.

“I’m here on a date Harry” she said what I already knew and didn’t bother me and I answered with the reason why I didn’t care,

“I could give you a better one” I said with confidence I didn’t know I had,

“Well besides that Styles I just can’t date someone like you” it sounded like she was trying to find excuses to why not give me a chance, and it stung my heart a bit, but I was trying to ignore that.

I was about to answer her while she started talking again,

“You’re an amazing guy Harry, seriously, but I’m not the girl to date someone famous. I would freak out from the lack of privacy and get hurt every time someone will call me a gold digger”

I did not think that that was what stopped her from dating me, and all I wanted to do convince her that I would make it easier, that I would be there for her, that we would be a team.

“Look Y/N I know it’s hard but if you’ll give me the chance I know I would make it easier. I’ve never felt this way for a girl I barely know but I know you feel the same way, we just have that chemistry” I said to her, trying to make her give me at least one chance,

“Plus, one date won’t hurt anyone” I added, smirking at her and she flashed me her beautiful smile,

“I guess one date won’t be that bad” she kept the smile on her face and my smirk turned to a huge smile spreading from ear to ear.

“So... what you’re going to do about the date you are at now” I asked awkwardly not sure if she wanted to keep going on that date,

“Ugh,It’s the worst date ever” she tilts her head backwards making me laugh, I love the fact that she makes me laugh,

“He won’t stop talking about all the girls he banged, that’s a huge turn off” she said emphasis the huge, again making me laugh,

“Noted” I said.

“I’ll probably tell him I have a work situation and that I need to go, would you wait for me outside?” Her question made me smile so wide I didn’t know it was possible,

“Of course” I answered without thinking twice.

As I came back I saw Niall was long gone and some couple sat instead, I need to remember to thank him later.

I went outside standing in the chilly weather waiting for Y/N to come.

While doing so I couldn’t stop thinking how lucky was I to have her agreeing to go on a date with me, I knew I was going to make this date the best date she’ll ever have.

I saw her in front of me right now, the moonlight making her eyes shine and her lips glow, she was stunning, and I had the chance to make her mine, I knew I was already hers.

“Shall we?” She smiled at me once again starting to walk, hopefully she’s walking right into my future.

[btskz-19]

Silently Loving You Pt. 1 Han Jisung x Reader

hey guys!! ahh this is my first time posting a fic haha but i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable !!! im a new blog so pls give me support <3 thank u!

genre: fluff/angst ig ???                                                                                      warnings: strong language/alcohol                                                                    pairing: jisung x reader                                                                                    word count: 1.7k                                                                                            summary: you have a massive crush on your best friend han jisung. too bad he has a girlfriend.

When I met Han Jisung for the very first time, the first thing I noticed was his smile. That beautiful, gummy smile of his that exudes warm energy made me feel safe. I had barely knew the guy and he had me wrapped around his finger in seconds. But he has a girlfriend and I can’t do anything about it. I can’t do anything about the way he gazes at her like she’s the only woman in the room or when he wraps his arms around her in the cutest, most loveable way. To him, I was just his close friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

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I nervously walked into the restaurant that my best friend, Yeji, sent me the address to. We were having a meal with our new classmates from university, but the only person I really spoke to was her. She was more of the social butterfly kind as opposed to me and begged me to go with her to this meal because I “need to make more friends.” Well, she wasn’t wrong. Besides, it’s not that I don’t want to, I just never got the chance. As I walked in I scanned the restaurant for the table to find her waving my way, smiling and motioning for me to come over. I scurried across to the table and she began to introduce me to everyone. That’s when I saw him. He looked over my way with eyes that held the universe inside them and the most bewitching smile I’d ever encountered. I felt my heart skip a beat before I realised I was staring and he laughed to himself.

“And finally, ____, this is Jisung! And next to him is Sohee, his girlfriend.” She waved at me as I smiled at her, slightly sad that this incredibly handsome man was taken. But of course he would be, I would’ve been surprised if he wasn’t. I decided not to dwell on it too much, after all I had just met the guy, he may be an asshole for all I knew. Albeit a cute, sexy asshole. But that’s besides the point. I decided it was time for a drink. I ordered my favourite cocktail off the menu and started heavily gulping it down through the straw. Throughout the dinner I kept taking quick glances at Jisung resulting in awkward eye contact. He had his arm draped over his girlfriend’s shoulder and occasionally gave her soft kisses on her head.

“Oh, how I wish that was me.” I said under my breath.

“What?” Yeji turned around, clearly hearing what I said, giving me a knowing look.

“I’ll tell you later.”

About half an hour later after finishing my food I wasn’t quite drunk, but I was tipsy. After laughing and joking with Yeji, I used my liquid courage to finally start a conversation with him. I walked over to Jisung and Sohee, who had also had a couple of drinks, and beamed.

“So I’ve never seen you guys around before. Are you sure we’re in the same class?” I asked, words prolonged and loud. They both started laughing at my sudden burst of confidence.

“Haha of course! I’ve seen you. You and Yeji sit further in front of us.” he replied. “But you are right. We’ve never actually spoken before today.” He laughed and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. How did that just sound so beautiful? Just at that moment Sohee’s phone started to ring, so she excused herself to go answer. I wanted to further break the ice with Jisung, and I thought, what better way than to make a bad joke and hope he laughs?

“So, you wanna hear a joke?” I asked.

“Hit me.” He giggled.

“I should warn you, I’m quite the comedian.”

“Oh I’ll be the judge of that.” He beamed his bright gummy smile again and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“What does a vegetarian zombie eat?��� I paused for a second. “GRAAAAINS!” I drunkenly imitated a zombie as he stared at me, amused and stifling a laugh, before breaking loose. “Did you like it?”

“No!” He continued. “I’m not laughing at the joke, I’m laughing at how terrible it was.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that’s a Grade A pun okay.” I turned my head, pretending to be hurt before turning back around and laughing with him. Just at that moment, Sohee came back saying she had to go.

“Ugh babe, my roommate got back to the apartment and she’s forgotten her keys.” She pouted.

“Aww, don’t worry. Do you want me to come with you?” He offered, kissing her on the nose. I suddenly felt awkward and didn’t know what to do with myself, so I turned away, not really wanting to pay attention to their conversation. Sohee said bye to everyone and I smiled at her in acknowledgement before quickly turning around and downing the rest of my fifth cocktail. The booze at the bottom of the drink hit the back of my throat as I winced and started to stare into space. I was kind of sad that they were leaving. I wanted a chance to become at least friends with Jisung, even if it meant admiring him secretly. But oh well, I guess I’ll see him around seeing as we’re in the same class. A moment later I heard my name being called, interrupting my haze. I turned to the direction of the voice as Jisung’s eyes met mine.

“Wait what? I thought you left with Sohee?” I asked, trying to hide my shock.

“No, I didn’t haha. She told me to stay here and have a good time with everyone.”

I smiled. “She seems really nice.” He nodded and chuckled before looking up at me with a smirk plastered on his face.

“So, you wanna hear a joke?”

For most of the night we were talking as if we had known each other forever. He’d told me about himself, his family and his big group of friends who weren’t at the meal and said I just had to meet. The more I got to know him, the more I started to fall for him. I knew I had to stop myself, but I just couldn’t. Everything about this guy is so inexplicably enchanting. But I can’t be thinking like this about someone who has a girlfriend. I’ll have to find a way to be content with just friends. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind I continued to enjoy the night with everyone. We had all started to play drinking games and gotten drunk very quickly. By the time we all left it was nearing 3am. It was safe to say I woke up the next day with a hangover.

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It had now been three months since that night, and my feelings towards him only grew. Ever since we met we have become best friends and we see each other pretty much everyday. I also met his friends and became close with them too. Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, hoping that a blanket of drowsiness would wash over me. But, alas, I can’t sleep. My phone chimed with a text and I turned over to see who it was from.

“Felix: Let’s play 8 Ball!”

I chuckled as I made the first move before sending him a text.

“You: Why are you still awake you dork lmao” 2:01 A.M”                                    

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:02 A.M”                                                                      

“Felix: Haha I could ask you the same thing” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: But also I had coffee and I can’t sleep” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: And also 8 ball” 2:02 A.M.

“YOUR MOVE” 2:03 A.M.

“You: Wowww why would you have coffee before bed” 2:04 A.M. 

“You: Tbh that sounds like the kinda dumb shit I’d do” 2:04 A.M.

“You: We out here being dumb and dumber” 2:04 A.M.

“You: You’re dumber ofc :)” 2:04 A.M.

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:05 A.M. 

“Felix: Heyyy T_T” 2:07 A.M.

“Felix: Okay fine I’m dumber :(“ 2:07 A.M.

“YOU WON” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: WAIT WHAT” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: HOW DID I LOSE” 2:10 A.M.

“Felix: I hate this game I’m going to sleep” 2:10 A.M.                                         

“You: LMAOOOOO YOU IDIOT” 2:11 A.M.

“You: Goodnight dork <3” 2:11 A.M.

“Felix: Goodnight ___ <3” 2:11 A.M.

I put my phone back on the bedside table, suddenly feeling sleepy and eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up to Jisung yelling in my ear and smacking my arm. As much as I love this boy, I hate being woken up.

“____! WAKE UPPP!”

“Leave me alone! Let me sleep in peace.” I grumbled as I turned over and buried my head under the blanket. He peeled the blanket off me and I sat up giving him the most evil death stare I could muster. “You know, no matter how hard you try not to, you’re still gonna look hilarious first thing in the morning.”

“HEY you little shit!” I grabbed my pillow and started hitting him with no mercy.

“Ahh! Yeji help she’s attacking me!” He shouted, barely able to get his words out without being interrupted with laughter.

“Ugh I hate you.” I said once I had stopped hitting him. He put up two v signs to his face and flashed his gorgeous smile very close to my face.

“No you don’t hehe.” Rolling my eyes, I pushed him off the bed, chuckling as I left to go to wash up. Why does he have to be so cute when I can’t have him? Although they’ve been spending less time together, he’s still with Sohee. And for that, I can’t risk him being so close to me when all I want to do is crash my lips onto his. Yeji is the only one who knows about my crush. Sometimes going as far as to tease me when we’re altogether. As I walked out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom I saw both Yeji and Jisung chilling on my bed and talking.

“Why is it that you guys always seem to flock to my room?”

“There! Now you look better.” He cheekily smiled. Yeji laughed with him and I rolled my eyes.

“Han Jisung you are going to be the death of me.”