#my facial expression reading this message was exactly this gif

[yeonzzzn]

🧊just come over, would ya?: sim jaeyun

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 2.2k

synopsis: snow storm causes the whole apartment complex power to go out, in which your hot neighbor offers to help keep you warm…

genre: neighbors au!, neighbors to lovers, smut

warnings: swearing, jerking off, fingering, finger riding, unprotective sex, cuddly + funny jake ♡

Your whole body shook, pulling yet another blanket over your body. 

Your sweatpants, sweatshirt, fuzzy socks, and beanie were not enough to keep you warm through this power outage. 

This was one of the moments you wished you had a fireplace in your small apartment, yet here you are. 

What was supposed to be a small snowfall turned into a snowstorm and the whole apartment complex’s power went out with no word on how long it would take for the power to come back on. 

Your teeth grinded together as you pulled the blankets over your head, pulling your legs to your chest in hopes of getting warmer. 

You tried to sleep, hoping it would pass the time, but due to your freezing, sleep was not going to come. 

You decided to check your phone in hopes of seeing a message from the apartment complex's owner about when the power would be back but instead saw a text from your neighbor. 

Jake: How are you holding up? Heard you sneezed earlier. The building is way too quiet.  You: Obviously I’m freezing.  Jake: Oh, you don’t have a fireplace, right?

You rolled your eyes at your text from him. He was clearly teasing you for not having one. 

Jake was always teasing you any moment he could get. You both attend the same college and have many classes together, so once he moved next door the amount of “good neighbor” jokes he would say was more annoying than his shit-eating grin when he’d say them. 

You: Jake, you obviously know I don’t have a fireplace, don’t be a dick :) Jake: Want to come over and use mine? The fireplace obviously, not my dick. 

You bit your bottom lip in debate. It would be nice to finally be warm, but the thought of being stuck with Jake for god knows how long made you irritated. Mostly after his joke just now.

You: No thanks. I’m good.  Jake: Y/N, I can clearly hear your teeth chattering through these walls.  Jake: I am trying to be nice here.  Jake: Just come over, would ya? Jake: The door is unlocked. 

You knew the best option would be to rush next door and sit in front of the fireplace with him.

Fuck it. 

You jumped from your bed, slipped your feet into your slippers, and rushed out of your room. 

The hallway was way colder than inside your apartment. The darkness of the hall reminds you of something from a horror film, the moonlight outside being the only source of light. 

You quickly jumped in front of Jake’s door, knocking frantically. 

After a soft “come in” was heard from the other side, you opened the door and quickly stepped in shutting the door behind you. 

You quickly took in Jake’s living room, his couch being pushed up closer to the fireplace. 

Jake raised a hand from his couch, “Over here.”

You kicked your slippers off, ready to sit close to the fire, only for your smile to turn upside down seeing Jake sprawled out, lying down. 

The only thing you could see was his eyes, the rest of him being completely covered by his blanket. 

You stared back at him? raising a brow, “Move over?” 

Jake furrows his brows, “No, Hi? Hello? How are you? Nice weather we are having?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Hi Jake, the weather sucks, move over, ya?” 

Jake lifted the blanket off his body, patting his hand to his stomach. 

You blankly stared at him, confused. Until it clicked in your head. 

Jake could read you like a book, your facial expression telling exactly how you were feeling, “Y/N, just come lay down.”

You shook your head, “No, I will sit on the floor.” 

Jake rolled his eyes this time. This was further than ideal for him too. All he was trying to do was be nice. Even with the fireplace he was still freezing and can only imagine how cold you were. 

“Y/N, we would warm up faster, it’s basic science and survival tactics.” 

You tucked your lip between your teeth. You knew he was right, plus he has his couch so close to the fireplace that you wouldn’t be able to fully sit in front of it anyway. 

You rolled your eyes and dropped your arms at your side, “Fine!” 

Jake smiled at you as you laid down on top of him, your head nuzzling in his neck. He threw the blanket back over your body, his arms wrapping around you. 

You hated to admit it, but this was nice. Your body slowly warms up, but obviously not fast enough. 

“If we strip down, we'll warm up faster.” Jake teased. 

You weren’t looking at him but you could feel his smirk that was slapped across his face. 

“Shut up, Sim.” you scoffed at him and a little chuckle left his lips. 

“Hey, I am just saying.” he shrugged his shoulders and you barely looked up at him, glaring at him. 

Jake absolutely loved teasing you. He loved how easy it was. You looked way too cute to him when he got you all mad. 

The way you’d look at him and the smiles you would try to hide when you thought he was being funny. It pulled at his heart more than he’d like to admit. 

Jake closed his eyes and wrapped his arms a bit tighter around you, his main focus to help keep you warm. 

Unfortunately laying in the same position was making you uncomfortable. You slowly started to wiggle around, trying to lay more comfortably. 

The friction of you moving against him was sending Jake’s thoughts into other places, biting down on his lip and steadying his breathing to keep calm. 

But you noticed all the well the bulge growing in his sweatpants against your stomach. 

“Sim Jaeyun,” you warned, shifting your leg up a bit, accidentally rubbing your knee against his hard length. 

“Stop moving then, jeez.” Jake spat out, his heart racing against his chest. 

You could hear how fast his heart was going, how it threatened to beat out of his chest. 

You just wanted to be comfortable, “Let me get comfortable and I’ll stop moving, I promise.” 

You slowly lifted your leg a bit more, Jake’s hand flying to your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Y/N,” he softly breathed out. You looked up at him, seeing the lust that filled his eyes, “If you keep moving on top of me, I can’t promise I’ll stay on my best behavior.” 

The way his voice spoke those words sent chills down your spine. You’ve never seen Jake look so serious and so…hot. 

You’ve always been attracted to Jake, he was such a good-looking man. But the Jake in front of you with lust and want written all over his face was enough to dampen your panties. With the way your name rolled off his tongue in warning made something in you click. 

Jake slowly laid his head back down on the armrest, his grip on your thigh not leaving. 

With the way Jake looked at this moment, made you want to test his limits. The way his eyes searched for something on the ceiling to focus on while his heart pounded and his dick twitched against your tummy. 

The hand that rested on his chest, you slowly slid down, your fingers brushing his soft skin where his shirt slid up from your leg. 

Jake hissed at your touch, his eyes closing, “Y/N, this is your last warning.” 

But you kept going, reaching your thumb to slide against his tip over his sweatpants, a soft “fuck” leaving his lips. 

You moved your hand down more, all your fingers grazing his clothed hard-on. His hand leaves your thigh to grip your hand. 

“If you keep up-“

“Kiss me.” you interrupted him. And that’s all it took. 

Jake’s lips found yours, one hand was placed at the side of your neck and jaw, and the other went back to your thigh. 

Jake kissed you with such hunger, his hand squeezing your thigh tightly. 

His tongue found its way into your mouth and rubbed against your own as he moaned on your lips. 

You snaked your hand down his sweatpants and underwear, wrapping your hand around his length, your thumb rubbing the precum around his tip. 

Jake released his lips from yours, resting his forehead on yours panting with each stroke your hand made. 

Strings of “Fuck fuck fuck fuck”, rolled off his tongue as you pumped him. 

You released him, sliding both hands up his torso and pulling his shirt along with them. 

Jake helped you remove his shirt and right after removing your own. Your shirts and beanie being thrown off somewhere else in the room. 

Jake kissed you again, his hands sliding from the sides of your face down to your shoulders, his fingers looping at your bra straps pulling them down. 

With just two fingers, Jake unclasped your bra and removed it from your body. 

The skin-to-skin contact drove you insane with how warm his body felt against your own. 

Jake squeezed your ass, a soft moan leaving your mouth and oh god it was music to his ears. 

Jake wanted to feel every inch of you. To worship your body the way it deserves to be. 

“Take your pants off,” he whispered, his thumbs looping into your sweatpants. 

You sat up getting rid of your pants and panties, your hands reaching for Jake helping him slide his off. 

His cock slapped against his abdomen, the precum glistening from the light of the fireplace. 

Jake’s hand snaked between your folds, groaning, “You’re so wet for me baby.” 

His long fingers pumped in and out of you. You flip your head back and dig your fingers into his chest. 

You rolled your hips against his fingers. Jake bit his lip at the site of you riding his fingers, your juices coating them.

God you were a sight to see, your facial expressions sending Jake over the deep in. 

He loved the way your hips rolled against his fingers, he needed to see how they’d work with his dick deep inside you. 

“Baby,” the Aussie man pled, “I need you on my cock, please.” 

You nodded, lifting yourself and lining the tip with your entrance. 

Jake threw his head back onto the couch’s arm as you slid down into him, “Oh fuck baby.” 

You started rolling your hips, placing your hands on his chest for support.

His hands went to your breasts, cupping both of them. Squeezing them with every roll of your hips against his. 

“Fuck baby, you look so beautiful riding my cock. Such a good girl for me.” 

“Hmmm, Jake, you f-feel so good.” you moaned out, sitting yourself up even more to bounce on his dick. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Y/N. Oh, fuck me.” Jake groaned, his hands flying to your hips, slamming you down onto him. 

He helped you pick up speed, the knot in your stomach ready to burst. 

Jake knew you were getting close with the way your breath became unsteady and how you clenched around him. 

He felt like he was in heaven being fucked by an angel. 

Jake has dreamed of this moment since the day he met you in class and knew it was fate when he moved in next door. 

The moment he heard your soft moans coming from the other side of his bedroom wall he dreamt of being the one making you moan. 

He tried so hard to cover his ears, knowing it wasn’t something he needed to be listening to, but found his hand wrapped around his cock as he pumped himself to your moans. 

Now that he could hear your moans clear as day in his ears drove him wild. 

“Jake, I-I’m cumming.” you pant, your movements becoming sloppy. 

Jake pulled your body back down onto his, lifting his legs and wrapping his arms around your waist holding you down into place fucking into you. 

Your hands went into Jake’s hair as you chanted his name. 

“Cum for me baby girl,” he said between breaths, “Make a mess on my cock for me, ya?” 

You let go, the ecstasy washing over you. 

“That’s my good girl, so fucking good for me.” 

Jake fucked you into overstimulation, his cock twitching inside you, ready for release. 

“Jake,” you whispered into his cheek, placing small kisses. 

“I’m cumming baby, fuck, I’m cumming.” 

Jake connected his lips back to yours as he pumped his load into you, moaning against your lips. 

Jake loosened his grip on your body, slowly moving his hands up and down your bare back as the kisses went from lustful to soft and sweet, filled with passion. 

The only sound heard was your lips moving against each other and the crackling of the fireplace. 

As if on cue, all the lights in his apartment came on. The sound of the heating system starting up. 

“Guess the power is back.” You whispered against his mouth, slowly laying your head down on his chest. 

“I don’t know about you, but I was plenty warm.” Jake teased, earning him yet another glare from you. 

“And we are back to teasing, I’m going home.” 

“No no, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jake said, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “I am not ready for you to go yet.” 

You giggled, “You know we are neighbors, right?” 

“Mmhm,” Jake hummed, “Make sure you always treat your neighbor well, never know when another snowstorm will hit.” 

You couldn’t be mad at him for that joke. He did keep you warm and won your heart over. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yes, Jake?” 

“Let’s do this more often.

a/n: this was a bit rushed and I apologize, but I still hope you all enjoyed it!

[unknown-cold]

Someone sent me a message asking me about Vi's reaction when the child died and saw some comments from people saying that Vi didn't care about the child's death. But when Jayce and the people around him leave, we will see sadness and dissatisfaction on Vi's face with what happened, so why do people say such words despite the obvious impact on her face of the child's death?

Well, I think those people who are saying this are obviously in a hurry or maybe they hate Vi's character and are waiting for any mistake she makes. Anyway, first I will talk about something that the studio did in this situation, then I will put for you a character who went through the same situation that Vi went through, okay. The studio relied heavily on the facial expression of each character, and this is something special because you do not need to speak to the character in order to know how he feels. Facial expressions are sufficient to know if the character is sad, happy, angry, or upset. And this is what happened to Vi in that scene, relying on her sad expression without saying a word. And this image is clear evidence of Vi's grief👇

Note, there is a spoiler for the events of The Last of Us series, so if you did not watch the series, do not continue reading the article. This is a warning.

This is a warning. As for the character, it is the character of Joel in the famous series The Last of Us. Do you remember in the first episode when his daughter died, the most important thing in his life? When Tess left, he did not say a word to her, and this is of course the logical behavior of a person who saw his daughter die in front of his eyes.

There are many reasons why a person may not cry when someone dies. For some, they may tend to repress their feelings and not express them outwardly. Others may have experienced a loss so great in their lives that they are no longer able to bear it. This does not mean that you are a bad or broken person, it simply means that you are going through the grieving process in your own way.

Some people do not express their pain with tears. Especially for people who have been through a lot of trauma, it is completely normal not to cry when someone dies. There is no right or wrong way to grieve, and everyone deals with loss in their own way. This doesn't mean you don't care, or that you're cold, it simply means that you process your feelings differently.

Does that mean you don't care if you don't cry?

No, not at all. It may mean that you deal with grief differently than others. This is completely normal. There are many different ways to grieve, and not all of them involve crying. Not crying does not mean that you are not sad or that you do not care about the person who died. Some people don't tend to express their feelings through tears. They may resort to expressing their sadness internally. This does not mean that they do not feel sad, but rather they may express it in a different way.

So of course, his personality would change, and that's exactly what happened to Vi. A teenage girl sees her family die before her eyes, loses her sister, and lives half her life in a very bad place: prison. And all of this, you want her to cry over the death of a child she doesn't even know, and if she doesn't cry, some of you will say that she was talking to Jayce without regret. In my opinion, she was talking, and her tone of voice was sad and upset, and also what she said is true. There are hundreds of children who died because of them and Silco's reason, and you did not care. With these children only now. Of course, I wouldn't blame Jayce because she only became a counselor two days ago, but as for Vi, she doesn't know that. I mean, do they really want Vi to cry in front of Jayce? Vi is one of the characters who doesn't easily show her feelings except in front of people close to her. What's even weirder are these people who blame Vi for everything and that she's a bad person. You see them with other characters who may be going through the same situation as Vi's character. They are very sympathetic and understanding of these characters to an incredible degree, like Silco, “I mean, I can’t believe that there are people who love this sick character.”

Anyway, my friend, I hope you liked my answer, and you guys too, what do you think? I hope you enjoyed it, and you can also ask me anything about movies and series.

Update: I found a comment by Amanda Overton talking about Vi's attitude toward child death, and how she doesn't want to show her real feelings in front of Jayce.

[winterchimez]

Read Your Mind | Lee Hyunjae

SUMMARY: both you and Hyunjae had a mutual agreement to begin this whole friends-with-benefits relationship from the start, but now his contradicting actions and behaviour make you question what you both truly are at this point.

PAIRING: fwb Hyunjae x f!reader

GENRE: angst, suggestive

WARNINGS: kissing, making-out, arguments, unrequited love (like the first ⅔ of the fic, but there's a happy ending folks 🥹), mentions of s*x

WORD COUNT: 3,661

A/N: i've been jamming to sabrina carpenter's read your mind lately, hence this fic was born! special shout-out to my fellow sabrina enthusiast @heemingyu for hyping me up throughout the process & reading it through for me as well 😭🫶🏻

update!! this is now part of emails i can't send fwd: series (collab with @heemingyu) ✨

You slammed your laptop down shut as soon as you saw that the clock on the wall struck at half-two. Not wasting any time, you quickly packed all your belongings into your backpack and left the lecture hall immediately. 

Oh, how you’ve always dreaded long lectures like today, which lasted for approximately three hours since your lecturer insisted on finishing up the modulus before letting you off for the long weekend ahead. 

As you made your way out of the hall, you were immediately joined by your group of friends, who were quickly catching up with you, telling you how there’s this new Korean BBQ restaurant in town and how you guys must try it since there’s a limited promotion going on there. It was a Friday night—of course, you had to agree. 

That was until your phone from your back pocket buzzed. 

You took out your mobile and quickly scanned through the notification that just popped up on your screen. 

🎁: Hey, meet me at my place tonight at 8pm? The usual.

A long exasperated sigh left your lips as soon as you saw that message since you knew what it exactly meant.

And how you have been doing it constantly for the past 6 months without anyone besides you two knowing about this whole deal. 

Your friends clearly noticed how quickly your facial expressions shifted and began asking if something was the matter. As usual, you brushed them off and told them how your family issues had come up again and that you wouldn’t be able to join them for the night.

Using your usual pouting facial expression to convince your friends that you’ll definitely make it for the next one, you hope that it will indirectly tell them how you feel sorry about it and stop making them pressure you with more questions. 

Waving them goodbye, you turn your heel in the opposite direction, making your way to the destination that your so-called friend has been expecting you to be.

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath before you eventually mustered up the courage to head to where you had to be. 

Here we go again.

You were now on his lap, straddling his waist while his grip tightened around you. Both of you were having a steamy makeout session, lips exploring each other’s like there was no tomorrow, while both of your hands began touching one another, which increased the arousal that you both were feeling at that moment.

Finally, after a while, he gives you a little moment to have a breather while he travels down to your neck and begins leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to your collarbone. Once he got there, he began sucking it a little too hard, one that you knew would definitely leave a hickey behind, and you’ll definitely need to use your handy-dandy concealer to cover them up the next day. 

His hands begin travelling up to your chest, where he begins squeezing one of your breasts, which is where he gets an elicit moan in return, turning him on for the next move he is about to pull. 

“Can I… take your clothes off, Y/N?” 

“Go ahead, Jae.” 

The next thing that happened was that both of your clothes were scattered throughout the floor, and you were now lying in bed with Hyunjae hovering over you. Both of your lips are now reconnected, tongues intertwining with one another, leaving no room for a breather. 

Just as you thought things would get a little spicier, the male suddenly stopped in his tracks. 

“No.” 

“Hyunjae? Is everything alright?”

“No. I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t do this anymore.” 

Hyunjae then gets up and sits on the bed, and you follow by sitting up next to him. Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, you looked at him with the look of concern and sincerity in your eyes. 

“Care to share about what’s going through your mind?” 

Hyunjae sighed deeply before furrowing his eyebrows as he stared off into the ceiling. “I’m not sure, Y/N. I know we both agreed on this from the start. But lately, I just don’t feel like this was the same as before.” 

It was true. You both began this whole friends-with-benefits situation because Hyunjae had recently broken off with his ex, and he was feeling slightly lonely. Both of you were only coursemates and nothing else. Eventually, you both got close with one another when you were assigned to be lab partners in one of the subjects within the course.

You noticed how Hyunjae wasn’t as goofy and bright as he was previously, and you decided to check up on him and asked if anything was the matter and if you could at least extend a helping hand to him. Initially, he was reluctant to tell you the truth. After a period of time, he made the deal and spat out what had been bothering him for so long.

Making it clear that he was heartbroken and needed a company, you somehow convinced him that you could do that if he desperately needed them. Though both of you had made it clear to one another that he would not envision you as his ex whenever you did the deed, he merely needed company to satisfy his sexual desires. Adding to the fact that neither of you would fall for each other. You were more than happy to do that so long as you both did not break each other’s boundaries. 

Things started out fine in the beginning, and he started to feel better and presentable at lectures, which made it seem like everything was working out fine. In return, you got to expand your knowledge on romance since you have never had a partner in the past 22 years of your life. In other words, it was kind of a win-win situation for both parties. 

However, you have begun to notice how things have changed from all of your recent makeouts with the male himself. There was this awkward tension in the air, contradicting what you both had agreed on beforehand. There are multiple times—like tonight when Hyunjae suddenly breaks off the kiss and tells you both how you guys are done for the day.

Something was bothering him, and neither of you knew what it was all about because the male himself did not understand his emotions. 

Every time this happened, he felt guilty about it and constantly apologised for everything that had happened. 

But tonight, something was different. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But I think I really need some time alone to myself.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll just go to bed-” 

“I’ll walk you home, at least.” 

Oh. 

This was the first time Hyunjae asked you to give him space. Usually—even during the recent not-so-good makeout sessions, he would always insist that you stay for the night, reassuring you that his flat is way safer than going back home with the dimly lit streets at night. 

But this? It was something you had least expected to happen, though you didn’t question the male as you could tell it wasn’t the right timing to do so. 

Instead, you just nodded and quickly packed away your stuff before the both of you were ready to head out towards the front door.

The entire walk back to your flat didn’t take that long—it was about a five minute walk, to be exact. But what made this whole short-distance road feel like an eternity was how neither of you spoke a word throughout the whole journey. You could tell Hyunjae wasn’t in his right mind, his face was pale. Hence, you decided to just wrap your arms around yourself and walked close by next to him, respecting the peace and silence for now. 

As you reached your flat, Hyunjae didn’t say much and rather just muttered a simple “goodnight” before he smiled weakly and turned his heel back towards the direction of his residence. 

Whatever happened tonight, you knew that something had changed between the both of your relationships. 

This went on for an entire week. Ever since that fateful day, you’ve noticed how Hyunjae slowly returned to his previous self, where he always seemed so lonely and gloomy. He was quiet for a few days, but the usual message came in, and you find yourself back at his flat two days later.

However, it ended up the same way as it did, pausing suddenly when you both got down to the climax and decided to call it quits before walking back home once again. 

The cycle then continued. He would tell you that he needed to be alone and work on his thoughts for some time before eventually typing down the usual that would keep you busy and occupied with him throughout the night. You would return to him every time, knowing how you’d be left feeling confused and unsatisfied with the entire ordeal.

Yet, your heart yearns for the man, and you’re always hoping that you’ll at least be able to ease his pain and loneliness, even in the slightest bit. 

But tonight is when you decided that enough was enough and would confront him about it. What exactly was bothering him? Or rather, if he was actually getting bored of your company.

You needed to know. 

“Hyunjae, I’m here to talk.” 

When you replied to the male with your usual messages, being the gentleman he was, Hyunjae welcomed you immediately at the front door when you arrived. The usual deal would be that the two of you would get straight down to business without having much say, to begin with. Tonight was when you decided that this would not work out, and you both have to come to terms with one another before things go straight downhill. 

He looked at you with a surprised look, where you could tell that he was definitely taken aback since you were usually the quiet one and would let the male take control of everything. A deep sigh left his mouth, and he invited you into his living room, where you both sat on the couch, distancing ever so slightly from one another. 

You hesitated for a moment before you decided that it was the right time to put together the right words to ask the male what exactly had been going through his mind for the past weeks. 

“What exactly am I to you at this point?” 

It seemed as if the male knew that the day would come when he would eventually have to face the question he had been avoiding for so long. In the beginning, he has always seen you as a good friend who would understand his point of view of where he was coming from and how he deeply appreciated the help you were willing to give him.

But lately, he has been having second thoughts and has begun questioning himself about what he truly felt about you.

Are the both of you still in this whole friends-with-benefits situation? Or even, are you both still good friends at this point? 

It took a minute or two for the male to speak up finally, and what he replied was something that had never once crossed your mind. 

“I fear that I might be crossing the line, Y/N.” 

“And why is that?”

“Honestly, I don’t even know myself.” 

This uncertainty back and forth has really started to get on your nerves, and the fact that you came here tonight to clear the air proved nothing at all. Hyunjae wasn’t sure of his emotions, yet you were desperate to know his point of view. 

Frustrated, you stood up from the couch and raised your voice slightly, facing the male to express your frustrations throughout the past week.

“Hyunjae, you keep telling me that you always needed some time alone, and yet you always want me back by the end of the day. If we’re not going to do this like how we have intentionally started with, then we’re both just wasting all of our time, really.” 

“Y/N, I thought that we could just be casual about all of this-”

“Casual?” You scoffed. “You never were my best friend to begin with. We are just lab partners, and I was merely concerned about your well-being, so I decided to help out a little.”

“And because I love you.” You choked. 

Hyunjae’s eyes widened upon that statement, and he was about to refute it until you managed to fire back again.

“Have you perhaps fallen in love with me?” 

Hyunjae? In love with you? That can’t be. Both of you agreed upon the rules at the start that all of this was merely helping one another out, and there was no room for falling in love with the other party at all. 

You knew that you had already broken the rule from the start, but it didn’t matter to you as long as you were aware that Hyunjae was getting all of the necessary help and support he needed. But with what Hyunjae has been going through lately, he knew that it was why he had begun to see you differently and how he could not touch and feel you like before. 

The question was if he was ready to move on from his ex. With your help, he should have gotten over it and begun to take things a lot easier, right?

If only your theory were right. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

That was enough to tell you that all of the efforts that you have put in over the past few months have gone down the drain that easily. 

You were getting teary-eyed, and you began stomping towards the front door, wanting to escape this suffocating environment that you were in. 

With one final sigh, you fired back at the male once more. “Why the fuss, Hyunjae? If you just say you wanna be mine?” 

Just as quickly as you opened the door, you were instantly gone. Tears begin pooling down your face as you take that long, dark, dimly light road back to the comforts of your flat.

Is it that hard to just admit you have feelings for me, Hyunjae? 

Back at Hyunjae’s flat—he was standing there still, fingers running through his hair in a frustrated manner as he took his phone and dialled the only number he knew who could knock in some sense of mind at this hour. 

“Sangyeon-hyung, I messed up real bad.”

You have never felt so dead over the next few weeks ever since that incident at Hyunjae’s flat. Neither of you has spoken a word to one another or even come close to having eye contact at all.

It was tough when you were both assigned lab partners for your chemistry subject and had to talk to your advisor to have your partner physically changed for the rest of the year. It was tough coming up with plausible reasons as to why you wanted him to be switched out with someone else—but ultimately, your request was approved. You were now paired with one of the girls from the class with whom you were not too familiar with, but that was fine by you so long as it wasn’t him. 

Obviously, your efforts did not go unnoticed, and the male eventually tried his best to reach out to you again. But every time you managed to get a slight glimpse of him walking your way, you have always done your best to keep yourself occupied or even walk away to avoid starting up a conversation with him. 

You even tried blocking him off of all of your social media and on your contacts list—he was already swarming you with calls or messages, trying to just talk to you or even apologise for what happened. But honestly, you were just not ready to hear whatever he would say to you, especially when you fell for the man before you started this whole friends-with-benefits relationship. 

I have been such a fool to think he would eventually love me back. 

It was a quiet afternoon when you decided to spend the rest of the day finishing your assignments before the final exams were due in about a week. The library has always been your comfort place to be on campus. Not only can you take a little breather from all the chaos on campus, but you also could take a little nap in between, especially during times like this when you’ve always pulled an all-nighter and your sleep schedule was all messed up. 

Standing up from your seat, you decided to walk down towards one of the halls to get some textbooks that would be helpful as your source of references for the current report you were typing on your computer. 

The peace wouldn’t last long, though, as you felt a presence behind you that you had avoided for the past month. The cologne was what gave his identity away, you would’ve recognised it immediately without a doubt because you used to spend the nights with him all the time. 

You tried your best to ignore the male, constantly trying to fidget through the shelves until you finally grabbed enough materials to return to your table. 

That was until he decided to grab hold of your arm, and now you were left with no escape and choice but to come face-to-face with the person you have been avoiding at all cost. 

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. But please, at least, hear me out for a few minutes.” 

Taking in a deep sigh, you laid your head down and looked at your books before muttering to the male. 

“Five minutes.” 

He then lets go of your arms and straightens his back as he clears his throat to finally muster up the courage to tell you what has been trying his best to tell you over the missed calls and messages. 

“First of all, I’m an idiot. I messed up so bad, Y/N. I know I shouldn’t have done nor said what I did back then-”

“Cut to the chase, Hyunjae. I have no time to waste.” 

“Listen. I haven’t been able to look at you the same nor touch you the way I did before because… I am starting to care a lot about you, Y/N. I’m not talking this from a friends-with-benefits stance, but rather as a friend.” 

You scoffed. “So this is what it’s all about? Coming here to apologise and tell me you have changed? I have to laugh if that’s what it is, Hyunjae. Look, if you are sneaking up on me just to tell me that you need me back to do whatever shit that we used to do, then I’m sorry, but I’m done with that phase.” 

He now grips both of your shoulders, trying to knock some sense into you. “No, Y/N. I’m not seeking a sexual relationship with you anymore. I’ve been a jerk not to notice how, during this whole time, I have begun to care a lot about you because you mean more to me as a friend.” 

“And because I have fallen in love with you, Y/N.” 

No. 

No way, it can’t be. Hyunjae has made it clear how he only needed company back then, and he was nowhere near or wanting to begin a new relationship after how messed up his and his ex’s one was. You’ve got to be hearing things, maybe your lack of sleep lately was the key to this. 

“You don’t, Hyunjae. You don’t love me. I was just merely a company for you.” 

“That was before, Y/N. But not anymore.” 

He now takes a step closer to you as he pins you against the bookshelf. 

“And I’m going to make myself clear, miss Y/N. I can now confidently say that I am ready to start anew and begin this new chapter with you. The old Lee Hyunjae that you have known is now gone, and I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you as your boyfriend.” 

Tears began forming in your eyes, and you had to try so hard to fight back the tears and respond to the male. 

“I can’t read your mind, Hyunjae. One day, you told me you needed space and to be alone, and the next thing that happened, you came back to me saying you wanted me back. I do not enjoy this joke in the slightest bit, Hyunjae.” 

He notices how your tears are on the verge of streaming down the beautiful face he has longed to yearn for over the past month, and he now closes the gap between you two, lips now brushing against one another.

“Then let me prove it to you.” 

He shuts you up by placing his soft, gentle lips against yours, and with that, the tears that you have held back for so long begin pouring down like there’s no tomorrow. 

He rests one of his hands around your waist while the other seemingly rests on your right cheek, slowly catching each drop of tears as he wipes them away. 

Oh, how badly you have missed this—the familiar sensation, his cologne, presence, and the soft, luscious lips against yours. 

Both of you were kissing one another as if it was just like the first time you both had done it—tongues were now intertwined, and neither of you were planning to let go anytime soon. 

“Hyunjae—God—Don’t—Stop.” You said in between the kisses as you tried your best to catch your breath. 

“Never planned to do so, Y/N.” 

As he breaks off the kiss and travels down to your neck to nibble and leave a trail of kisses behind, he whispers into your ear before continuing the deed. 

“You may have fallen for me first, but I have fallen for you harder.”

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Griffin understood what was going down, he just didn't personally care. In his head, he was surely a bit freaked out but he could never let that show, never let anything show. Besides, the message was named at a list of bad gang members, his daughter is a toddler and has no secrets.

Griffin was not surprised when she pulled the gun on him, Alabama did the very same thing to him before, and news flash, she didn't shoot him. He shrugged at her threat, assuming t was empty. Sure, she probably believed it but he wasn't as convinced. He stepped in so the gun was not pressing against his chest as he looked down at her. "Do it" A thin smirk crept across his face, "Of course, you would start the biggest gang war of the century. Oh well." Griffin reached out and took a tendril of her blond hair in his fingers and twirled t a bit. "This is cute, Deja vu. This is exactly how me and Alabama met, except her gun was to my head." He studied her facial expression, trying to get a read on her, "You don't scare me, Daisy. I'm not afraid to die."

Of course she knew she'd hit a nerve with her words but she hadn't expected him to go 0-100 immediately. Her back slamming into the nearest thing as he held her by the throat. Who the fuck did he think he was? There was no way he ever thought she would let this slide surely? She was just trying to get him to think clearly, realise the severity of the fallen webs actions. Yet somehow he was threatening her? Absolutely not.

The moment he released her throat her hand slipped to the back of her jeans, gun in hand she whipped it out and pointed it at him. "Do we understand each other?" She repeated. "Don't you ever think you can fuckin' put your hands on me again and get away with it, got it?" She didn't stumble over her words once, she spoke with intention. "I said what the fuck I said and I meant it. Direct your anger at the fallen web."

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75 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#4

Echoes

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Professor Anthony 'Pixl' Riffs had always been good at reading people; it was one of his most famous party tricks back in college, being able to completely pick someone apart from just a short and casual conversation. In fact, a good amount of his food back then had been paid for by wagers with people who didn't believe he was that good.

So when he was sitting around that campfire last week, he noticed a lot.

He'd noticed that the pirate was on edge a lot more than most of them, though the man in leather armour also had the body language of someone on the run or hiding.

He'd noticed the woman with the pink hair was definitely hiding something, and that she was certainly not exactly human.

He'd noticed the blonde woman who arrived late was in this world unexpectedly, looking around with clear confusion.

But more than anything, he'd noticed that the tallest among them couldn't look any of them in the eye, but, more strikingly, wouldn't look at him at all.

That was what had caught his interest the most.

So he had taken to keeping an eye on the man, or god as he had discovered the previous day, to see if he was okay, to see why he was so... avoidant.

He'd just received a message from him, Joel he'd said his name was that day at the fire, that he was in need of a bunch of string and that he knew that Pix had a very good supply, so, gathering a bundle full, he set off across the mountains to find the location of his kingdom-to-be.

The floating islands were amazing, definitely befitting a god, but he couldn't help but get distracted by something in the crater where chunk of land had clearly come from.

He jumped down, expertly hopping from chunk of stone to chunk of stone, landing softly at the bottom and taking out a small trowel and a brush from his pack, and began inspecting the shape he had seen:

It wasn't very deep, so he wasn't expecting much, and anything he did find was probably only from the last century or two, but as he gently brushed the dirt aside he uncovered what looked like the pommel of a sword.

He put the brush down and picked up the trowel, carefully beginning to dig around the handle in an attempt to find the crossguard; once he had that, whatever remained of the blade itself could be dug out with ease. Unless it had become fused with mineral deposits in the soil that is. That would make things a bit more complicated.

"Professor?"

Pix straightened up, turning to the source of the voice; ah, yes, he'd come here for a reason hadn't he?

Joel's voice had been pained when he'd addressed him, something Pix noted down in his head for later, and he still wasn't looking at him, still just a little bit down and to the side.

"You mentioned you were gonna bring me some string?"

Standing up, Pix laughed, "Ah yes, apologies." He pulled out the bundle, checking the contents to make sure it was all still there, "I tend to get rather distracted by artifacts I'm afraid, hazard of my line of work." He tossed the bundle over, "here, six stacks of string, and a bundle you can use later."

The way Joel had flinched when he laughed was... almost alarming. It was a facial expression Pix knew well, one of someone being reminded of a loved one they had lost.

"Thanks man, I'll pay you back for this, I promise." The smile he gave was forced, so very forced, the eyes were far too sad for it to be genuine.

Pix approached Joel, putting a hand on his arm and looking up at him, squinting slightly as the sun was behind him but otherwise smiling kindly, "it's no problem at all. If you need anything, and I do mean anything, I'm always here for you. Don't be afraid to reach out, not even a god can do everything on his own." He glanced at the crater, "in fact I'm probably gonna be here for a bit anyway, I gotta get a good look at that artifact."

111 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#3

Rendog, Jevin, Fear, Drawing For ya writing thing buddy

Tonight was a Bad transformation.

Ren had already had a very stressful day; he'd lost all of his shit mining for ancient debris to unlock the Gigapod, and kept trying to get past a ton of piglins when he'd had all his gold on him the first time so he could craft ingots on the go. Then, when all his stuff had despawned, he'd been heading into the shopping district when he got bombed by Scar with his Hawkeye nonsense, and then he was gathering sand when a chain reaction of falling blocks dropped him into a ravine.

So yeah. He was currently extremely overwhelmed, and his enhanced wolf senses weren't helping.

He was lying on the floorboards of his dog house, paw covering his right ear and the stump at his left elbow desperately reaching to cover his left ear.

Scar was messing with Grian, and Ren could hear them dog fighting outside over the Hermissippi, every rocket firing sounding like a gunshot and causing the wolf to flinch.

Directly across the river, TFC was only a few dozen blocks deep and Ren could hear him chipping away at the rock and the crashing of the rubble as it fell, just barely masking the sound of him whistling a tune he couldn't recognise.

Just the wind currents moving around the doghouse were too loud.

Suddenly, the door to his house opened with a soft creak, magnified by his panicked state of mind, and Ren recoiled with a loud distressed whimper.

"Ren? Dude, what's wrong?"

Ren felt someone approach him, he yelped as the atmospheric pressure in the room shifted and backed away as best he could with two of his limbs missing and he sniffed the air warily; the smell was wet and burned slightly like the chlorine in Keralis' pool, but it was also slightly fruity. He cracked open one eye cautiously to confirm: yup. Jevin.

Jevin had backed away, his hands in the air reflexively to show he meant no harm. "You have a bad day bud?" He asked softly.

Ren pawed at the one ear he could reach, whimpering.

"I can help put your legs on if you like, at least then you could cover your other ear. That sound like something you wanna do?"

Ren whimpered again, trying to paw with his left arm.

Jevin nodded; moving as quietly as he could, he put on a pair of gloves over his goopy hands to protect the delicate circuits involved and got the large robotic limbs out of the closet where Ren kept them. He assumed that the guy had just been too overwhelmed to get them out or grab someone to help him attach them, so he didn't tease him like he would have any other full moon, and just helped him get them affixed, referencing the book left on the labelled lectern as to the more complex connectors that dealt with nerves and making them move.

After a few minutes, with Jevin gently stroking Ren's fur as he worked, he was done. He stepped back to give Ren space, and took off his gloves.

Ren flexed his robotic paws, definitely a little calmer than before, systemically testing the connections one by one.

Jevin nodded to himself and went to leave, but as he reached the door he heard a soft little whine, and when he turned back to Ren he was met the wettest and most pathetic pair of puppy dog eyes he'd seen in his life. He stifled a laugh that was threatening to burst from him that would have been far too loud for the shaky canine.

"You want me to stay, pal?"

Ren nodded.

"Okay sure, if that's what you'd like."

Jevin moved back across the room and sat a block or two from Ren, fishing a spiral bound notebook from inside his head and a pencil from inside his hoodie pocket, and began to work on the plans for his megabase.

As he worked, he felt Ren shuffle towards him and rest his chin on his knee, and eventually he heard the soft sound of a very big wolf snoring.

Welp, looked like he was stuck here.

117 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#2

cubfan, joehills, sonder, barbecueing

Cub and Joe were rather similar creatures. Not biologically of course; Cub was some variety of faerie, tangentially related to the Vex, and Joe was very much human. What I mean is that their minds move in similar circles, logic following similar pathways and fluent in a similar dialect of nonsense.

So it wasn't much of a surprise that they wound up hanging out together pretty often.

Tonight they were at spawn, it was one of the rare nights on the server when Bdubs wasn't online to chase away the moon, and the two were taking that rare opportunity to soak in the vast ocean of stars above them.

Like all Southern dads, Joe was pretty adept at grilling, and tonight he had decided to treat his friend Cub to some of his signature brisket and burgers. The thick, meaty smell of beef and spices hung over spawn, a gentle breeze wafting it over the Hermissippi as Joe tossed the patties on the grill.

The sharp sizzle of the meat hitting the hot metal of the barbecue cut through the stillness of the night and Cub's eyes snapped to the source, part evolutionary instinct and part hypervigilance.

Joe caught his gaze and smiled softly; all of the Hermits knew how he and Scar were always on guard for the Vex or any Evokers that could twist them. "Don' worry Cub, it's just me. Last I checked Vex didn't sound like cooking meat."

Cub laughed, "Yeah, you're right."

"Mind if I ask what you were thinkin' about before I interrupted you? You seemed really focused on somethin'"

Cub hummed; Joe was always very perceptive, from the very first time he met the guy there was always a sense that he just Knew Things, even without having been told.

"I guess I was just thinking about how small we are, you know? Like, as well travelled as we try to be, there's always gonna be so much we don't see or know." He gestured across the Hermissippi, "like, Ren's been talking about this Gigacorp thing; back in the Concorp days I did dealings with a lot of other corporations, and they never came up. And even beyond that, how exactly did the other Hermits get here? Not how did they survive, but what did they experience on the way?"

Joe nodded, "Oh yeah, I know the feeling. There's a word for that, by the way, did you know?"

"Hm?"

"It's called sonder, the acute awareness that everyone has their own rich lives that you'll never have access to." He flipped a burger, "there are so many different stories being told, all the time, and there's only so much we can glean from our brief moments of crossover, and oftentimes it's better that way." He flipped the rest, "just like a burger bun can only hold so many toppings, our lives can only be so full before it becomes overwhelming and very unhealthy."

Cub smirked, "that's a bit rich coming from you man, it seems every day you're seeking out a whole supermarket's worth of toppings for your life."

Joe raised an eyebrow at Cub and smiled slyly, "well unlike most people I am constantly bored and my burger bun seems incapable of filling up, and also every time Cleo kills me I forget just a little bit of the extraneous toppings on my life burger."

Cub laughed loudly, his voice dully reverberating across the spawn village in the cool night air, dancing with the cinders from the grill, "Dang Joe, I'm surprised you even remember your own name at this point if that's the case."

"I'll be honest with you," Joe laughed, "I do forget occasionally. You know how respawn is after all. Also she really doesn't kill me that often, it's mostly just standard non-lethal violence like breaking limbs."

The pair laughed together for a while, just enjoying each others' company, before Cub spoke up again as Joe was removing the burger patties from the grill.

"Okay but, for real though, don't you ever just wish you could know all those stories? Doesn't it just eat at you?"

Joe paused as he was picking up the completed burgers, a certain tension in his body that Cub couldn't pinpoint. "I used to." He said quietly, his accent suddenly a lot thicker, in a way that made Cub feel like he was witnessing something not meant for him. "But that's the thing about wishes, ain't it? Y'all should be careful about what you wish for, lest some cruel trickster hear you and curl a finger on a monkey's paw. A mind ain't meant to know that many stories."

"Joe?" Cub ventured, getting to his feet and approaching Joe, his hand going to rest on his shoulder. "are you alright buddy?"

As Cub's hand made contact, the moment passed, and Joe straightened up, a wide smile affixed to his features that couldn't have been more forced if he tried.

"Of course, Cub my friend, right as rain!" He handed Cub a plate with his burger on it. "can't be wrong with barbecue this good."

Cub took the plate, making a mental note to look into things later, maybe talking to the other Season 1 hermits who've known Joe longer. He returned Joe's smile, equally as forced-looking he was sure, "if this tastes as good as that brisket smells then you ain't wrong."

131 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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One Good Day

If there's one hill I will die on in relation to hermitcraft, it's that TFC would be a Grian-Tier Gremlin if he had the energy for it. So this is really just a whole bunch of self indulgence.

False woke up, rolled out of bed, and fell.

At first, her groggy mind thought she might still be dreaming; she'd had many dreams of falling in recent months, and she was painfully aware of the symbolism, but it was when she splashed into a pool of pleasantly cool water that she realised nope. This was very much real and she was very much in a pool of water in her pajamas and spare leather armour and not on the stone floor next to her bed.

She looked around, brushing her, now sodden, tangled blonde hair out of her face as she stood up; she was in a pit, a very deep one it seemed, and her bed was far out of reach. Squinting, she noticed a single block connected to her bed which had allowed it to function as a spawn point, and the walls were lined with obsidian, so it was very obvious that this was a deliberate prank, but the only thing she couldn't figure out was why there was no calling card.

Huh, she thought, I wonder who did this.

—

Cleo swooped down onto her floating island to a very strange new sight: between the seahorses at the site where the gates of Atlantis would soon stand was a mound of pink wool and concrete and terracotta.

She walked around it, already mentally planning a return prank on Joe whoever was responsible, but stopped suddenly when she came to the other side, laughter bubbling out and overriding any irritation or indignation.

It was a blob fish. A giant blob fish, with the despondent face of a fish that had basically exploded when taken out of its natural atmospheric pressure.

She broke a couple of blocks on the side, sword in her other hand expecting a flood of mobs that had spawned inside, to see if the culprit had left a clue as to their identity, but all she could see was.. a torch. And an item frame with an iron pickaxe in it.

Huh.

—

Tango had been working like crazy, he was Very Tired, so when he heard a low and eerie chuckle coming from somewhere nearby he thought he was hallucinating.

"Hello?" He called out, looking around the wireframe of Deep Frost Citadel cautiously, "anyone there?" That was a laugh he didn't recognize. The only hermit with a voice that deep was Chef, but he was all the way over in spawn, right? And he never did pranks.

He edged closer to the source of the laughter, following the occasional glimmer of the particles from the skulk sensor until there was suddenly a wave in another direction, and the ground collapsed beneath him, dropping him into a pit just barely shallow enough to not kill him, laughter all around him; loud and raucous and booming.

—

TFC had been having a wonderful day.

When he woke up that morning, he had felt something he hadn't felt in many years; he felt energetic, energetic in a way he hadn't felt since he was in his 30s, and none of his muscles and bones and joints hurt in the slightest.

He had pulled out his communicator and glanced at the list of who was currently online, a few of them were, and momentarily he had considered just spending the day mining, but that idea was quickly thrown aside in favour of something he'd not been able to indulge in in far too long.

So now, after laying out several small pranks, he stalked the perimeter of Doc's pit, in the caves halfway down the walls, watching like a hawk for where and when the man left the world.

The perimeter was impressive, TFC would never dream of saying it wasn't, though there was a petty little whisper in the back of his head that Doc had cheated with the world eater that he occasionally had to give a stern talking to. The world eater itself was incredibly impressive, something TFC himself could never have achieved.

Doc, all told, was someone TFC respected a lot; the man understood The Grind like few others he'd met, even when compared to the other hermits which was saying A Lot, and grind respects grind.

After a little while of waiting, TFC saw Doc log out, and that was his moment. He jumped down from the cave in the wall and threw out a pool of water to catch himself, running over to the spot Doc was last stood, pulling out one of his shulker boxes.

He had a few on hand, all filled with either deepslate or obsidian, and with no hesitation or need to catch his breath, he began building. He built a box of deepslate around the spot, only just big enough to hold a player, and he built layer after layer, more than a dozen blocks thick. Every second that passed was one second closer to when Doc would return, so he quickly brought out the obsidian and repeated the process from the deepslate.

Three layers into the obsidian, Doc's nametag suddenly reappeared, and TFC heard him shout a word in German that he didn't exactly understand, but from the tone he could easily deduce it was an epithet. He couldn't stop himself from barking in laughter, and he began building faster.

"TFC? That you man?" Doc's voice was clearly delighted, TFC could tell he was on the verge of laughter, "didn't think you had this in you!"

TFC grinned, "Oh, I've got a lot of surprises in me kiddo, honestly I didn't think I did either but I'm not about to squander it in the mines all day when this is finally an option again."

He could hear Doc mining his way out, maybe slightly faster than would be normal, but definitely not fast enough to break out before he was done.

After a short and silent battle, TFC placed the last of the obsidian, and as he stowed away the empty shulkers, he could hear another curse from the box, indicating that Doc had just reached the obsidian layer.

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139 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

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You’re back! I missed you and I’m glad you’re back for the finale (fingers crossed it’s better than the last two we suffered through).

Your post about brba/bcs is beautiful. Idk who was being mean to you last week (I will bite them), but I for one am so so glad you started posting about brba and bcs, because I never in a million years would’ve watched them otherwise. I’d written off Breaking Bad as a violent, overhyped show that I wouldn’t enjoy, but when I saw you posting about it, I reconsidered.

After all, Dexter should’ve fallen into that same category - a violent show with a mostly male audience - and I love our darling serial killer. (You brought him back to me too, and I will never be able to thank you enough. Without you, I would’ve gone forever without seeing season five, and seeing Dexter and Lumen. It’s horrible to even think about). And the show that started it all kind of falls into that same demographic, though it’s hardly as violent or as praised. So I thought, maybe Breaking Bad would be like that. If it and Better Call Saul were so important to you, then I would probably at least like them. And if I didn’t, then I could at least like Aaron Paul’s face.

But I don’t think I’ve ever watched a show so quickly without trying. I started it in early May and finished El Camino before memorial day, and I took breaks! Days off to try to savor the experience, take it in more fully, but it demanded to be devoured. I plan to go back and watch it more slowly once some time has passed, to fully take it in, and I know it will be one of those shows I come back to over and over again. Not a comfort show exactly, but a familiar one, an important one.

Better Call Saul isn’t quite the same for me - I think it’s the kind of show that would’ve benefited from a slower watch, rather than my rushed marathon to catch up in time and watch the finale in almost real time. (I’ll watch it tomorrow morning, but I’m not watching it live. Last time I watched an episode of television live it was the episode that doesn’t exist, and I won’t do that again.) But I’ve had such a fun time with it, and I’m far more emotionally connected than I thought I would be. I’m not sure what kind of ending I’m expecting. I want a happy one, but I don’t know that we’ll get one.

Regardless of how this series ends (and the brba/bcs universe, but saying “regardless of how this universe ends” is a bit dramatic even for me), I’m very grateful to you for bringing it into my life.

thank you so much for this message, sweetheart, i was saving it for after the finale, and it made me really happy to read.

I’d written off Breaking Bad as a violent, overhyped show that I wouldn’t enjoy, but when I saw you posting about it, I reconsidered. this is not an uncommon opinion, and i don't blame you (i thought the same back in the day!), its reputation on the internet has gotten a bit away from what the core of the show actually is. i'm very glad you decided to take a chance on it anyway.

i mentioned this (though not by name) in my post, but breaking bad and dexter were ending at the same time in 2013. i'd started watching dexter a few years before that, and the last season was rough on me (lol little did we know), and breaking bad was exploding in popularity in its final run. i was mostly like, hmmm, maybe i'll consider watching this as distraction from this other story i loved going badly, and it ended up hooking me and being far more meaningful than i anticipated. but dexter was the same for me as you described, i would never have thought i'd get so attached or care about it with the expanse of emotion that i felt, that i still have when i go back to it. i've loved being able to discuss that with you too, and that you got to experience lumen's story especially. and as i've discussed many times, the show that started it all, on the surface, shouldn't have been for me necessarily either - male-focused and seemingly violent and machismo laden, and yet that isn't what it is at all. each of these stories are far more intricate and emotionally resonant than that, and i'm grateful they've had presences in my life, and led me to explore the themes and hold onto the characters.

If it and Better Call Saul were so important to you, then I would probably at least like them. And if I didn’t, then I could at least like Aaron Paul’s face. this is SO real (it is a very good face!), but it's wonderful that you ended up truly enjoying the shows too. 💕💕💕

breaking bad is inherently bingeable, you just NEED to know what's happening next. it's the fastest show i've ever gotten through a show the first time too, though i was racing to the finish line with it at that point, it was still easy to, as you said, devour it.

i have a collection of shows i love that aren't necessarily comforts, and yet there's something about the familiarity of them, the profound feeling of them, that makes them easy to fall into nonetheless. brba and bcs have both found homes in that category. they crafted such a profound and breathtaking universe, in the way the narratives intertwine (i can no longer recommend one without the other at all!), in the complexity and multifaceted pieces of all of the characters. they are truly treasures of the artform to me, and it has been a gift being able to share them and the conclusion of this journey with you.

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Half/half (series) - Day 7

Pairings: Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Words: 4029

Summary: An unexpected turn of events forces leads the reader and her friends to spend their vacation with Daniel and his friends.

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She wasn't in the bed or any other room in the house, because I checked. There were no more of her things in our bedroom or anywhere else. The only thing Cara and Eleanor told me was that she left a note, saying that she was leaving earlier and that she will explain everything. I didn't get an explanation, though.

I was angry and frustrated, but above all else – I was sad. Yesterday night I finally got the feeling that she trusted me and now she was gone without saying a word. I felt betrayed. It was like she grabbed my heart straight out of my chest, threw it on the ground and then stomped on it, leaving it to bleed out on the side of the street.

I would have never pegged her for being a one-night stand type of woman. I still believe she isn’t; her friends said as much. But then, I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Why did she leave so suddenly?

It was certain she had as much of a good time as I did last night, because she admitted it herself. After a mind-blowing few hours with her, we remained cuddled up in bed, just talking and enjoying. She sheepishly praised me with a blush and a smile on her face, with the most genuine and sweet facial expression I have ever seen. She couldn't possibly be lying when she said she cared for me, right? I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that yesterday I lived out the best date of my life, only for the woman of my dreams to slip through my fingers this morning without saying a word.

If I could say one thing about myself with the utmost certainty was that I was not a quitter. I always pushed and carried on despite everything going against me. So, that was exactly what I was going to do again. I was adamant in fighting for her, for her to give me a chance. And if she wasn’t willing to offer me an opportunity, then I at least wanted to know why. Everything seemed so perfect – I had the right to know when and how it went wrong. I was definitely owed an explanation for her running away. Again.

Eleanor and Cara were not surprised when I asked them to tell me where is she travelling, so I could get to the airport (hopefully) in time before her plane takes off. As a matter of fact, they cheered me on, cooing and giggling about how the situation will play out exactly like in the movies – with me running through the airport to find her and kiss her, proving to her that this relationship was worth exploring.

I was less excited at the prospect of rushing to her around the busy airport, but it was my only chance to see her. After this vacation, I already had a booked flight for the next race weekend, with a schedule that was impossible to alter. I tried calling her and texting, as did her friends, but she was stubborn and did not reply to any of us.

Michael and Will decided to join me, muttering something about ‘needing my mates’ for this, whatever that meant. And soon, we were off to the airport, all three of us praying that we will make it in time.

There wasn't much talking during the car ride; we mostly sat in tense silence while Will or Michael occasionally checked when her plane is taking off and how long do we have until we arrive at the airport. They offered encouraging words, telling me how even if we don't make it in time I can always contact her later. But, with each kilometre we passed, I was doubting more and more if this was actually a good idea. I mean, the woman actually escaped, getting on an earlier flight than planned, and opting to go home without her friends? She must've felt pretty miserable about me if she decided to do that and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. That was the only thing that still pushed me to find her and talk to her right now – I wanted to know why. I wanted to know why she couldn't even say goodbye to me in my face today if she didn't want to see me ever again.

When we arrived at the airport, I left the car as fast as I could, not even bothering to park somewhere and leaving it to the two of them. I was rushing out of the Porsche as they gave me an encouraging cheer with Michael giving me a pat on the shoulder with the words ‘go get her!’.

If only it were that easy.

Thankfully, in all of my years in Formula 1, one of the skills that I had definitely mastered, which was coming in handy right now, was the ability to make my way around an airport quickly and easily. In no time, I was standing in front of the departures board, hastily searching for her flight.

My heart sank when I read that her plane was taking off at this very moment.

Just as I suspected, I was too late. I stood there, completely frozen, thinking about how I missed my chance. If I had only woken up a bit earlier, or if I had felt her leave the bed or pack her stuff… I sighed, accepting the fact that I was too late. At least I had her phone number, I could text her or call her… Still, it wouldn't be the same as doing this in person and looking her in the eye as we talked about this. But I guess that was the only option I had left.

I looked around, wondering where I can get coffee for Will, Michael and me before we head back to the house so we can pack. I noticed a Starbucks and made my way there, shooting them a quick text so they know where to find me after they park the car.

When I raised my head I was met with a familiar face occupying a nearby table. I stopped in my tracks, assessing if I maybe saw wrong and even fearing that I started imagining stuff.

I didn’t believe in fate that much, but there was no other explanation for this. What were the odds of me noticing her accidentally in this crowded airport? On top of that, finding her here after her plane home already took off?

But, sure enough, it was her – sipping on her coffee and scrolling on her phone. Her luggage was next to her, tucked neatly under the chair beside her, while the table was a mess. There was a plate with a half-eaten sandwich, a book by the side, her laptop and her coffee in front of her. I debated how to approach her because she didn’t see me yet. As a matter of fact, she didn’t glance up from her phone until I stood right next to her.

“For someone who’s injured, you run away pretty fast.”, I had meant it as a joke, but it sounded sour.

I was annoyed and I didn’t do much to hide it. Her head snapped up to look at me with wide eyes. I think she was trying to figure out at that moment if I was actually standing there or not.

“I…”, she started, but then gulped, not even blinking.

“Can I sit?” I asked and she nodded hastily.

I sat across from her at the small table while she was still gaping at me.

“What are you doing here?” she mumbled weakly.

“I was just about to ask the same thing.”, I shrugged, staring at her.

Her eyes were red and puffy, either from exhaustion or crying. I felt physical pain as soon as I noticed it, eager to know why she was feeling this way and if it had anything to do with me. With us.

There was a moment of silence between us, neither knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry. For running away.", she started, taking a deep breath. "If it helps, I regretted it as soon as I came here."

“Why did you leave?”

She thought about it. Well, more precisely, she thought about how is she going to respond. I could see on her face that she knew exactly why she ran away, but didn't want to admit it. She was contemplating telling me the truth.

“I was scared.”, she mumbled while looking down at her cup of coffee.

"Scared of what?" I took a risk and gently took her hand in mine, our fingers slowly intertwining and resting on the table.

“Of you.”, she looked back at my eyes. “Of last night. Of what it meant for you or what it didn’t mean.”

“Do you want to know what it meant for me?” I offered, wanting to be honest with her as well, after she admitted what she was feeling.

She nodded.

“It meant a start.”, I said, smiling. “It meant that I like you and want to be with you, even if you keep running away whenever you’re scared.”

She laughed a bit, her eyes teary. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you anything this morning.”, she sighed again. “I started panicking and when I panic I just do something rash and stupid-“

“It’s okay.”, I squeezed her hand, stopping her rambling.

“I like you too.”, she smiled back, wiping away a tear that slipped down her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

She bit her lips, her smile getting even bigger. “Yes, please.”

And I obliged, leaning in to press my lips against hers in a soft kiss. All of the worry, the insecurities, the tension… It melted away as we were kissing. As we pulled apart, I couldn’t help but give her one more sneaky little peck on the lips, making her giggle.

“You owe me cuddles, by the way.”, I whispered while we were close, so only the two of us could hear.

“Do I?” her eyebrow quirked up playfully.

“Yes, because you left this morning.”

“I promise that I’m not running away anymore.”, she put another hand over our intertwined ones, in an act of assurance.

“I will hold you to that.”, I teased her. “But, where exactly did you plan to go? Your plane already took off.”

“No, it didn’t.”, she frowned, looking at me like I was crazy.

“I saw it on the board. Cara and Eleanor told me-“

"Did you really think that I would buy another plane ticket home?" she snorted in amusement. "My plan was to be here until the evening and wait for El and Cara at the airport."

“And that was better than cuddling me in bed?” I challenged, not planning to let this go anytime soon.

“Of course not.”, she rolled her eyes. “I just didn’t want to say goodbye to you.”

I was stunned, simply staring at her without knowing what to say. I don't think she necessarily wanted to confess that, but it kind of slipped out of her mouth. Now everything was crystal clear. She didn't think last night was anything special to me, so she fully expected me to cut ties with her today and never see her again. She was simply running away to save herself from the awkward moment that she presumed was going to happen.

"I see you're back to your old habits and making assumptions about me.", I said, thinking about that conversation when she told me she changed her opinion about me after meeting me.

She looked away, biting her lip. “I’m terrified of us hurting each other, Daniel.”

"I wouldn't dream of it.", I said with seriousness, but then chuckled as I remembered something. "Cara and Eleanor already threatened me and I'm not pissing them off."

She laughed heartily, covering her mouth when she realized how loud she was. "Did they really?"

"They did.", I nodded. "But apart from that, I promise you I won't hurt you. I'm not planning to let you go until you tell me to fuck off."

"I don't think I'll tell you to fuck off.", she smiled cheekily.

"If anything, you are the one who keeps hurting me by running off all the time." I looked at her suspiciously and she breathed out a heavy exhale with a smile.

"I deserve that.", she accepted with a smile. "I can only defend myself by saying that in those moments I had a temporary lack of judgment and that they won't happen again."

"It's a good defence.", I nodded. "I believe you. But I'm also considering downloading a tracking app on your phone."

She snorted with laughter. "Didn't I already tell you that I don't like it when men come off too strong?"

"Oh, darling...", I smiled cheekily. "You have no idea what you got yourself into then."

"Oh?" she raised her eyebrow at me. "Anything I should know before we do this?"

"The only thing you should know...", I thought about it. "I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands away from you. You're definitely too hard to resist."

Her cheeks were turning pink as she gazed straight at me. "I can handle that."

She leaned in for another quick kiss and then pulled away to take the last sip of her coffee.

“Do you want to get out of here and spend the last couple of hours of our vacation with our friends?” I suggested. “Or should we just ditch them and book a flight to Mexico?”

She sniggered, shaking her head at me.

“It’s too late – they are already here.”, she nudged her head in a direction behind me and I followed her cue, turning around to see Will and Michael sitting a few tables away and waving cheerily at us.

“They came before and made funny faces behind your back.”, she chuckled.

“Of course they did.”

“Before we go back, I want to know how much Cara and El are angry with me.”, she questioned sheepishly, looking at me with big, doe eyes.

I tsked. “They’re not very happy, but I think they were more concerned with me running through the airport to catch you and having a movie moment.”

She laughed. “I’m not that surprised at that.”

I stood up first, offering her a hand to take, which she gladly accepted. I grabbed her suitcase with the other, both of us making our way to the table where Michael and Will were sitting at. I felt like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. And judging by her cheery smile, I think she felt the same. I guess all that she needed was proof; a tangible thing or action that would convince her that this meant something to me and that I was not interested in a one-night stand with her. And I guess me running to the airport in the hopes of stopping her from leaving was proof enough.

It was not going to be easy. I think we both realized that. But, as long as both of us were willing to put in the effort, it will definitely work. I was sure of that.

The car ride back was much more relaxing. Will was driving, while Michael opted for the passenger seat, leaving the two of us together in the back. We stretched across the seats. She was laying with her back on top of me and I had my arms around her. At one point, she fell asleep and I kept shushing my two friends in the front to not wake her. I knew she didn't manage to sleep much last night, since we stayed up until late and she woke up before me to pack and leave. It was still bothering me slightly, the way she dealt with this situation. Despite her apologies, I was still worried if this was the way she would handle the next problem when it appeared.

But for now, I just wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to concentrate on these last few hours while we were all together on vacation, away from the real world. Everything else we will figure out together in due time.

And weirdly, somewhere in between seeing her sunbathing naked on the first day I came here, driving her to the hospital with her sprained ankle, then spending the whole day with her when she wasn't feeling well and ultimately, having that incredible date with her – I started trusting her. She was different from the other women I usually spoke to, not concerned or entranced by my status or money. She asked me questions that took me off guard and surprised me, actually wanting to get to know me. She was fascinating, intelligent, funny and drop-dead gorgeous. I would be stupid not to chase after her.

And the feeling of having her in my arms was incomparable to anything I have felt before. It felt right.

When we came back into the house, we were welcomed with cheers and applause by Eleanor and Cara. After that, we all decided to revel in our last sunny hours here at the house, lounging by the pool or going for a swim. It was a lazy, relaxed afternoon, with laughs and easy conversation flowing. We made lunch together, that is, this time it was Michael who showed off his cooking skills with a pasta dish. After just one week, we talked, joked and spent time together like we were friends for years. I felt comfortable, but better yet, I felt completely enamoured by the woman sitting beside me.

I adored seeing her laugh or smile, and I couldn't help myself but tease her whenever I had a chance. Depending on the joke, she would blush or fire back with her own, a smirk on her face most of the time as she did so. I loved the way she reacted when I put my arm around her, or when we shared a quick kiss. From the light smile on her face or a subtle wink she gave me, I concluded she appreciated my hand resting on her thigh or lower back. This may have happened fast, but it felt right. I didn't want to lose any time with her or leave anything up for chance. I wanted to be with her, get to know her and explore this passion between us. I don't think I ever developed feelings for someone in such a short amount of time.

After lunch, we had time for a bit more rest before we all had to leave for the airport. I used the opportunity when everyone went outside by the pool to pull her away and have a private moment alone. We ended up leaning on the kitchen counter, wrapped up in each other's arms, linked in a kiss. Her body was so pliant against me, while her soft lips felt like heaven. I want this holiday to last forever.

“You know…”, I whispered as we pulled apart. “I had a surprise for you this morning.”

Her face lit up. “A surprise?”

“Yep.”, I smiled at her excitement.

“Will you tell me what it was?” she pleaded with her eyes, resting her hands on my chest.

“I’m still thinking about it.”, I joked, choosing to torture her a little.

“Oh, come on!” she pouted, giving me the sweetest look she could muster.

Her hands travelled to my shoulders and then to the back of my neck, gently pushing my head closer to hers. She gave me a hungry kiss, her back arching into me. Her teeth tugged at my bottom lip, coaxing my mouth open and deepening the kiss. I wanted nothing more than to lift her up on the counter and take her right then and there, despite knowing that our friends could see us through the glass panels from the outside. Without breaking the kiss, my hands slipped under her shirt, exploring the soft skin. When I moved down to feel up her bum, she pulled away because she started to giggle.

She slapped my hands away jokingly, grinning at me. “No touching before you tell me what you wanted to surprise me with.”

“That’s extortion!” I exclaimed in fake surprise.

“Nothing more, nothing less.”, she confessed, suppressing a giggle.

“What do I get after I tell you?” I challenged, mirroring her smirk.

She moved closer to whisper to me. “You get whatever you want from me, Daniel.”

I couldn’t keep the wide smile off my face, a rush of exhilaration coursing through my body, feeling almost like electric sparks. My mind immediately wandered off to the dirtiest possibilities.

“Deal.”, I agreed eagerly, making her laugh.

We settled in each other’s embrace, with me holding her tight against me and her fingers stroking through my curls. She looked at me with pure delight, an easy smile on her face.

“I wanted to offer you a paddock pass for the race next weekend. So you can come to visit me.”, I said, studying her reaction with slight worry.

In the one second that she didn’t respond, I was filled with dread, thinking about how I overstepped somehow and maybe pushed too far.

"Cara told me you're still on vacation for another week, so I thought…", I started to explain, trailing off.

The shock on her face quickly turned into happiness. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am.”

“I would love to!” she kissed me eagerly, our mouths clumsily crashing against each other.

“Good, because I already booked the plane tickets.”, I admitted guilty and she gaped at me.

“You did?”

I nodded, regretting that I let that last part slip out. But, she simply hugged me. I held her tight against me, relaxing.

"I only went a couple of times to an F1 race.", she divulged. "It was amazing to watch.

"I can promise you will have an even better time now.", I said and she looked up at me with child-like excitement in her eyes. "I'll give you a special Ricciardo tour."

"I'm looking forward to it."

I wanted to keep the sight of her face at that moment in my memory forever. My heart felt like it was exploding from the fuzzy feelings. Fireworks, butterflies, sparks... I was feeling it all. I couldn't wait for her to come to the race and cheer for me.

“If I knew that I had to sleep with an F1 driver to get a paddock pass, I would’ve done it sooner.”, she quipped, making me burst into laughter.

“Any driver or just me?”

She pretended to think about it, even putting her finger on her chin in contemplation.

“I guess any would do.”, she shrugged and I shook my head at her response. “I’m kidding. You’re my favourite.”

"You finally admitted it!", I exclaimed proudly. "I had my suspicions when I saw that you had my merch… But, Eleanor made me realize it when she called me your future husband."

Her eyes were wide and her mouth wide open. “They told you about that?!”

"They did.", I grinned, remembering how Eleanor explained to me one night how I got an honorary title in their friend group and how it all started with a simple crush.

"Oh, they're dead.", she said in a menacing tone, looking out of the glass panels to see her two friends, sitting near the pool and spying on us.

They waved as they realized we were looking at them and then continued with inappropriate gestures, teasing us.

She hid her face in my chest in shame. “I wish I had that stick from Men in Black so I could erase your memory.”

“I think it’s adorable.”

“I already embarrassed myself enough this week in front of you, please let’s not speak of this ever again.”, she mumbled into my chest, making me chuckle.

“I’m not making any promises.”, I teased her, stroking her back tenderly. “I want to remember every second of this because it was one of the best weeks of my life.”

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Hoshi, SVT (Smut): 26. & 59.

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26. “Fuck, I love how you sound.” 59. “So good…”, “Baby, I can do better than good.”

It was a stressful week for Hoshi and the entire group. He even decided to stay in the dorm with the other members rather than come home to you as he, for one, didn't want to disturb you by going to bed at 4 am, and two, he didn't want you to see the persona that comes out in weeks like these. If he could avoid directing his anxiety onto you, he would. Therefore, you hadn't seen your boyfriend ever since the start of the week, it now being Sunday. Today was the day the group had finally finished all practices and interviews, as well as filming multiple things, and he'd come back to you.

Being the good girlfriend that you were, you had prepared his favourite meal, after a long facetime call with his sister and mother as they showed you exactly what to do and how to do it. You had cleaned up the apartment, ready to welcome him back into your arms. What you weren't prepared for was, how nervous you had started feeling once you received a message from Hoshi:

On my way :)

You quickly took one last look into all rooms, making sure everything would be ready for him to get some rest right after eating. The sound of keys clinking against the front door made you raise your head and move into the hallway with quick steps. You saw the dark hair of your boyfriend before anything else, his eyes focused on taking the keys out of the lock and closing the door behind him.

The moment your gazes met, you couldn't even greet him before he threw his stuff into a corner and smashed his lips onto yours, not wanting to waste another second of not having you in his arms. Too long had he gone without feeling your body on his. You gasped as he pulled you closer harshly, his hands tight on your hips. Your arms found their way around his neck after melting into his kiss, letting your chest rest against his. It was messy, but you liked it, not having seen Hoshi in a state like this in quite some time. While he was increasing the speed of the rhythm he was kissing you with, you couldn't help but giggle at his eagerness,

"Hoshi," you pulled back, "Can I greet you first?"

"This is my greeting," He looked you deep in the eyes breathed out heavily, his palms on your cheeks right after answering your question, pulling you back to continue what he had started. You gasped and let a moan escape your lips once his hands had found their way to your ass, patting it to let you know what to do. Out of habit, you jumped into his arms, your legs engulfing his hips. He hastily carried you through the hallway, throwing his shoes off his feet into some corner, past the living room, and right into your bedroom.

"I made dinner," you complained, thinking about the cold food in the kitchen, waiting for him, as he opened the door to your shared room, leaving it like that and entering. The smile didn't leave your lips as he put you down on the bed, not breaking the eye contact,

"I'm gonna have something else for dinner," taking his shirt off and dropping it to the floor.

"You missed me that much?" A smirk played on your lips, enjoying seeing him so desperate for having you close to him. He chuckled at your comment, pushing you to lie down as his fingers worked on unbuttoning your pants,

"You're getting cocky now?" Throwing them to his shirt before getting his own off, hovering above you half-naked. His comment made your grin grow even wider, knowing damn well that you weren't overly cocky but just good at reading him.

"I'm just saying," you smiled, "I could wait until after dinner."

Before deciding to answer, he pressed his lips onto your neck, making your head fall back into the mattress, and a sigh leave your lips. Right as you started running your fingers through his hair, he pulled back, copying your facial expression from before, "Once I start, you won't be able to wait anymore."

Not even a second later, his mouth was back on your body, travelling down your torso, leaving a trail of kisses to your underwear, where he hooked his fingers through the waistband, pulling them down swiftly. A wide smirk spread on Hoshi's lips as he kept his eyes on you, his hands running up and down your legs, moving to spread them. The dancer got onto his knees and started kissing the insides of your thighs first, taking his time even though he was getting more impatient than you. He hadn't been able to feel you like this for too long for his own good and wanted to take in and enjoy the moment.

Your hands held onto his hair, trying to push him down, making him chuckle, but you were getting impatient - his desperation had started rubbing off. But what could you do? Seeing a man like that between your legs... not your fault.

Feeling his lips on your skin made you realise that even just one week without him was more than you would ever want to endure, ever again. No toy in your drawer could ever get you to where Hoshi was able to - with his dancer hips and skilled tongue and fingers, you could only call yourself one lucky girl.

"Suddenly you want it so bad?" He looked up from his position, his siren eyes finding yours, and smiled.

You groaned, throwing your head back, "Please, Hoshi." At this point, he was getting too cocky and you too needy.

With one last grin sent to you, he dived into your folds, his tongue licking a straight line up, holding still at your clit and circling around it. Your hips jerked up at the sudden touch, your fingers wrapping around his hair tighter.

One week was definitely too long.

He knew how to work his tongue. The time he had already spent between your legs paid off. But then again, he had been skilled ever since you had met him.

As soon as he slid two fingers into you, your legs closed around his head out of reflex, but he used his free hand to push them apart again. The loud moans coming from you made Hoshi eager to get you closer to your orgasm as quickly as possible, already knowing what he was going to do next.

"Tell me how good it feels, babe." This was something Hoshi deeply relied on. Hearing your moans was one thing, but listening to actual words dropping from your lips as you breathed heavily through them will always make him go wild. You could recall the amount of times he had stopped mid-session just because you couldn't form the right words. Not wanting this to happen again, you obeyed.

With one side of your face pressed into the pillow underneath you, "Fuck...," you desperately called out, "So good..."

This seemed to have snapped something in him, as he suddenly pushed himself up, his fingers still inside you, now curling up to hit the right spot.

"Oh, baby," he chuckled deeply, his glistening hovering above yours, "I can do better than good." Pumping his fingers two more times, grazing your walls, before pulling them out completely. After another moan of yours echoed through the room, you gasped, feeling empty without him knuckle deep inside of you.

Hoshi had placed his lips back onto yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth as well, letting you lick off the last taste of yourself he had on him. Your partner's hands roamed your torso, grazing over your breasts and following the rim of your bra to your back, snapping it open with his fingers. He trailed the straps down your arms, freeing you of your last piece of clothing.

He kissed your collarbone, smiling at you before placing his mouth back on yours while taking off his underwear as well.

"I can do so much better than good," the dancer whispered into your ear as you felt his tip at your entrance, slowly gliding in. Your walls engulfed him, sucking him in, making both of your moan out loud.

As much as he would've wanted to take his time, Hoshi couldn't, as he was sure not to last too long. Your fingers dug into his back as soon as he started moving. Moving almost completely out, before slamming himself back inside of you, groaning loudly.

He freed himself from your grip, leaned back and held onto your legs at first but let go of them to intertwine your fingers with his when he saw you trying to hold onto something. His hips started moving at the speed of a machine, quickly in and out, leaving you to nothing but moan and move around the bed, not able to keep yourself still. Feeling his entire erection inside of you was something you had missed too much.

"Ah, shit," he cursed, looking down, watching him disappear inside of you, only making him want to move even quicker.

"Hoshi!" You called out, whining and dragging out the last letter of his name, as you tried controlling your breath to some extent, finding it hard to even moan normally.

"Fuck," he groaned, letting go of your hand, to grasp your hips tightly, "I love how you sound," making it easier for him to go deeper, "Keep going, babe." He encouraged the loud noises tumbling from your lips.

Your hands shot up above your head, finding the wood of the headboard to hold onto as your entire body moved against the mattress, thanks to Hoshi's thrusts.

Not completely satisfied with the position, the dancer moved his dick out of the tight grip you had on him, groaning at the loss of friction. You were about to complain when his hand moved you to lay on your side, lifting one leg to get a better angle, diving deeper into you than before.

Your high-pitched voice rang through his ears, getting him closer and closer to his own release. "Ah, fuck," you hissed, "Hoshi-" Words just kept on tumbling from your lips, mixed with moans and whines as you tried to somehow control them. A hiss left his lips as he started feeling your walls closing on him, clenching him in tightly. That didn't make him slow down though - if anything, it encouraged him to keep going faster, knowing that you were about to fall apart because of the pleasure he was giving you.

"I'm gonna cum," crying out, you felt numbness taking over your legs. With the desperation that had grown bigger, you started moving your hips along with his rhythm, making the scene messier and quicker-paced than it already was. Grabbing your own breasts with one hand, the other still tight on the headboard, you gave yourself some sense of added pleasure.

He nodded as best as he could, not stopping his movements, moving one hand to stimulate your clit as well, "It's okay, me too, babe," he groaned, watching his glistening cock moving inside of you, "Me too." His animalistic speed and the louds coming from his mouth made you forget everything else, only focusing on the feeling of release growing, making you shut your eyes tightly.

Only a few moments later, the sudden wave of pleasure shot through your body, making you close your eyes and your back arch, feeling Hoshi release himself too. Loud moans left your lips, as your knuckles turned white from the tight grip on the headboard, both hands now back up there as you moved your hips through your orgasm, getting every bit of pleasure you could. He groaned deeply, hovering above you, with both hands placed on either side of you after he had turned you back on your back without sliding out of you, slowing down his movements but not stopping completely. His fingers brushed over your clit a few more times, making you jerk up at every soft touch.

While the two of you were still trying to control your breathing, your boyfriend seemed unbothered by it and decided to kiss you once again, not caring that you were breathing into each others' mouths, only touching ever so slightly. He suddenly chuckled, making you look at him with an awaiting expression.

"One week was definitely too long." He let himself fall on top of you, making you groan at his weight and chuckle at his comment. He was most definitely right.

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[dearlyanqels]

Push Me | KNJ

a/n: yeah I have no idea what I am doing. this is simply nothing. if you are my friends and seeing this, look, don't mind me I'm in a silly goofy mood. excuse my grammar mistakes. this is 18 PLUS !!!

story contains: soft namjoon, personal assistant (more like frustrated person who's about to lose their job) reader, guide masterbation, slight exhibitionist if you squint

after the Seoul concert, you were in the car reading back the messages from your boss, the things that guys needed to do before they rest up for the next concert tomorrow. namjoon saw your facial expression through the barely lit tablet in your hand. "don't stress, we kinda know what we need to work on" he said rubbing your knee, you grab his hand and place it back on his thigh. "I wouldn't have this job now would I if I didn't know what you guys needed for tomorrow's concert"

he rolled his eyes for billionth time that day, he knew you were stubborn and always tried to put your work first before your health. "yeah namjoon, let them do their job" seokjin said leaving small kisses on his sleepy boyfriend's head aka yoongi, who was hissing from the pain of his elbow.

"thank you jinnie, now back-- ah namjoon" you were suddenly hoisted on to his lap, suddenly kissing you hard, making stop in process of getting off his thick thighs. his hand started to wander up your shirt "namjoon, yoongi and seokjin are here with us, place me back on me seat" you angrily whisper to him. "we been knowing you two been having sex, but yes please not in front of us, wait until we get to the hotel" yoongi said inching closer to seokjin's warmth.

the car took a stop, the two couple went out first then you and namjoon, who was a gentleman most of the way. "everyone, please listen to what I have to say, manger will wake us up at seven a.m for morning rehearsals, and exercise. then around the afternoon: sound check plus song list check, run throughs, and voice exercises. and after you have some free time, use it wisely we have a show at eight, please don't do anything stupid, goodnight" you nodded off and walk straight to your room, namjoon never took his eyes off of you.

their manager told them what they needed to do for the night. namjoon, who was in his room, laid back on his bed thinking about you. he knows when your anxiety is high you tend to knit your eyebrows together and start to have an anxiety tic, the one where you nodded your head off for no reason. "fuck" he whisper.

] from: groupchat - seokjin

today it seem like Minseo wasn't feeling their best

] from: groupchat - jimin

yeah they seem extremely anxious or something. did you notice their small tics was more active tonight?

[ to: groupchat - namjoon

I'll go check up on them.

as he sent the text, the tall male walk across the hall to your door. "hey it's joon, I just wanted to check up on you." the door was open, namjoon was taken back by a kiss and a push against the now shut door. "I need you, please relive my stress joon" you beg, he grab your cheek and gently kiss it "what seems to be the problem?" you look down seeing he was already half hard. "my job is at stake, and I need to be perfect. I-I just need you joon, for one more night. "

you two have an agreement, when one is stress or feeling out of it you two can relive each stress. just like how tonight is "how do you know your job is on the line? I thought it was good" namjoon push you, gently, to your bed "they saw us, when you and I were kissing backstage." he lift up your chin "I'm sorry, I'll talk to them. they can't fire you when we are the ones who hired you, plus our ban is lifted what more can they do? fire us? please. now you said you were stress right?, I'll sit on the chair. my pretty love, take off your clothes" you nodded and started to slip of your night wear, the cotton underwear was the only thing left of your body, namjoon loved how natural you were, how beautiful your body can be. he smiled when you knew exactly what he was gonna say.

"my dear, you're so perfect. you do everything well, our perfect assistant. you go by our rules no one else" his thumb was circling around your mouth as you sat on the floor. "sit there and watch" he lean back, undoing the strings of his sweatpants, then letting his girthy penis out of the hidden flab of his boxers. he slowly stroke his half harden cock, watching your every move, he'd be lying if he said he didn't love seeing your eyes sparkle.

his paste got faster, thinking about you always made pump faster, but he couldn't come just yet, he wanted to see you get this way as well. he let go of his meat and pick you up "touch yourself for me, I wanna see you unravel in front of me, I want you to feel that stress get out of you." he said kissing your lips while spreading your legs. "push me pass my limits joon"

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haha.. ha.. h..a

so I know this is very different, I just wanted to try something.

don't give me shit.

[crispychrissy]

Fluffier

Summary: A few days later and Steve is still hanging out, but he has some questions that you can't answer while a wolf. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, you can feel the change back coming soon. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 4097 Warnings: Fluff, language, descriptions of body shifting/changing, angst, talk of past traumas and medical stuff A/N: This is a continuation of the story Fluff, so you definitely want to read that first before you read this. I'm currently writing a part three to this, so keep an eye out soon for it. :) It was beta'd by the lovely @idjitmonkey and I hope you enjoy! Please follow me on Ao3 if you want, I cross-post all my stories there as well.

Marvel Masterlist

As the empty plastic packaging of the beef jerky you’d just wolfed—no pun intended—down fluttered to the ground, you licked your chops, turning to look at the unfairly warm supersoldier laying prone next to you on the bed. It was two days after Steve discovered your closely guarded secret, and he was still here, bringing you food and keeping you company.

Steve had fallen asleep almost an hour ago, his hand buried in the thick fur of your right shoulder. You were content to allow him to sleep, until you felt the first telltale spasm of your leg muscles. When you poked his cheek with your nose and whined softly, Steve lifted his head and blinked blearily at you.

“Wha-?” He was instantly on alert after looking into your concerned eyes, and quickly scanned the room for threats before returning to meet your gaze. “What’s wrong?”

It took a few seconds of thought to figure out how to explain to Steve what was going to happen. Rising from the bed, you smirked at the disappointed grunt he gave when your furry warmth disappeared. Steve’s eyes followed you as you trotted over to your dresser, and his eyebrows pinched together when he watched you delicately nose and snuffle at the framed picture of you and Wanda that resided there.

“You… want me to get Wanda?” Steve asked, rubbing a hand down his face, obviously still too sleepy for wolf charades. You shook your head and pressed your nose flat against where you were in the picture, letting out a soft woof. When you exhaled a sigh, your breath fogged up the glass, and when you pulled away, there was a perfect nose-shaped smudge of moisture over your face in the picture. Miming things was something all pack members learned, but you’d spent the last five years either in captivity or hiding who you were, so you’d gotten somewhat rusty at complicated non-verbal communication.

Luckily, Steve was a smart cookie. “Oh… you’re going to change back to human?” You nodded and he smiled. “Understood. How do you know when you’ll switch back? Is it something your brain tells you, or can you change at will after a specific point in time?” When you glared at him, he laughed and shook his head. “Right, too much. I’ll ask when you’re back on two legs.”

When you leaned back and balanced on your hind legs, wiggling your front paws in the air, Steve shook his head and chuckled. He was an extremely curious person, and over the last two days he’d peppered you with various questions about what you were, where you came from, and other inquiries about your species. Some you could answer with miming, while others were either too complicated to explain via a game of charades or required things you couldn’t show him while you were in wolf form. He did learn pretty quickly how to interpret your minute wolfy facial expressions, much to your relief.

When Steve didn’t leave the room, you glared at him. “What?”

You dropped back down to four legs and reached out to gently tap your paw on the tattered remains of your pajama pants, trying to convey your message. When you transformed into a wolf, you shredded whatever clothes you happened to be wearing if you couldn’t strip quick enough… so when you turn back to human, you’re exactly how you were when you shifted the first time: completely naked. It took Steve a few minutes to work it out in his mind, but after an amused raise of your canine eyebrow and a teasing swish of your tail, his eyes widened.

“Oh, you’re—OH! Right, you’ll be naked when you turn back.” He jumped up from your bed, smoothed down his shirt and flannel sleep pants, and cleared his throat. “I’ll… be out in the living room. Do you know how long the transformation takes?”

You nodded up and down before tapping the floor with your paw five times.

“Five… five minutes?” When you nodded again, he smiled. “Okay, well, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if… you need me?”

You gave him your best wolfy smile, tongue lolling out of the side of your mouth, before he spun around and ducked out the door, closing it firmly behind him.

The transformation from wolf to human took longer than it did from human to wolf, but you still had to actively initiate the process once you felt the tingling muscles of an imminent change. Sure, you could let the tugging and itchy feeling of the change go on until your body changed on its own, but that led to awkward situations and a lot of shredded clothes, much to your annoyance. It began with muscle twitches and an itchy feeling under your skin, and quickly escalated over the course of a few hours until instinct would take over and force you to change right then and there when the moon’s influence began to increase, when going from human to wolf, or wane, when going from wolf to human.

Judging by the way your muscles began to bunch and stretch in your back legs, you knew that if you didn’t actively begin the transformation soon, instinct would take over within the hour and do it for you.

Again.

The mission you were on in Prague a few days ago took a tad longer than you were expecting, allowing you to remain distracted enough to ignore the warning signs, which led to the change coming upon you so rapidly that evening that you hadn’t had time to strip before you turned into a wolf. Sadly eyeing your shredded pajama pants once more, you jumped back onto the bed and quickly settled down on your belly, closing your eyes.

In the beginning, when the elders of the pack are teaching the young ones to transform, the process can be quite painful. The shifting of muscles and bones, and the retreat and growth of fur is taxing on the body, to the point of causing some to pass out from exertion during their first few transformations after they hit puberty. Withdrawing your consciousness into the mental imagery of your choosing allows the change to happen with only mild discomfort as bones settle into their new places, but it takes practice to perfect.

The transformation was different for everyone, some imagined caging darkness or taming something wild to switch back to human, while others welcomed a weary animal into their arms to allow it to finally rest. In your mind, you imagined a dark forest slowly brightening with the rising sun, eating up shadows and sending nocturnal wildlife scurrying into their dens. Between one breath and the next, you felt your fur disappear, your extremities straighten and elongate, and your ears shift to the sides of your head. When you opened your eyes, you shivered at the cool air in your room and looked down at your very human hands where they were stretched out in front of you.

Doing a quick mental scan of your body to make sure everything was in its proper place, you got up from the bed and stretched, lifting your hands up high in the air and rocking forward on your tiptoes to stretch your back, moaning softly in pleasure when your joints popped and shifted to support two-legged walking once more.

“Y/N?” Steve called from behind the closed door.

“Yeah,” your voice was raspy and hoarse due to disuse, so you cleared your throat and tried again. “Yeah, I’m getting dressed. I’ll join you in one second.”

Steve gave an affirmative noise and you quickly darted to your dresser and opened the various drawers to pull out a bra and underwear, a t-shirt, and pants. Getting dressed expediently was something all werewolves learned, and you were fully dressed and opening the door to your bedroom only fifteen seconds later. Steve was pacing in your living room, and he stopped dead in his tracks when the door opened, turning to look at you.

“Werewolf,” Steve blurted, his eyes widening and his cheeks darkening in color when his brain caught up to what his mouth just said.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, moving into the room to sit down on the couch. “Werewolf.”

“Sorry,” Steve mumbled, dropping down to sit at the other end of the couch opposite from you. “I’m just… I have so many questions and my brain can’t keep up with organizing them all. But before you say anything, I’m sorry for overriding your security lockdown, I was worried.” He tapped his left ear. “Enhanced hearing, I heard really shallow breathing and thought something was wrong… didn’t expect to find a panting wolf laying on your bed.”

The bark of laughter that escaped your mouth made Steve raise his eyebrows. “I’m sorry, I just wish you could have seen your face when you walked into my room. It was priceless.”

Steve snorted and rubbed the back of his neck, giving you an embarrassed shrug. “Yeah, well, you try reaching out to comfort someone and end up finding a giant wolf instead.”

Steve looked up at you when you placed your hand on his arm. “I really did appreciate the sentiment, Captain, even if it wasn’t quite the time of the month you assumed it was.”

“I wanted to make sure you’re taken care of and comfortable,” Steve nodded before he smiled at you; you could practically see the questions swirling behind his eyes. “So, judging by how well you were able to communicate with me and how aware you are of yourself in that form, I’m guessing you were born a werewolf?”

He was referring to the several wrestling matches you’d had over the last few days which had allowed you both to expend some pent-up energy in a safe environment; it wasn’t like Steve could walk down to the gym with a wolf at his side. You were an even match with Steve while in wolf form, or perhaps even stronger, but if you weren’t careful, you could bite or scratch and injure someone without realizing. A few times when you’d had Steve pinned under your bulk, wolfy tendencies like fighting for dominance bubbled to the surface and you’d come close to nipping at his neck with your teeth.

“I was,” you confirmed. “The pack I was born into was one of the eleven major North American werewolf packs left at the time.” Sadness filled your eyes, and you dropped your chin. “That number is down to only four now.”

This time, Steve placed his hand on your arm before scooting closer, his comforting and familiar presence setting you at ease even though you really didn’t know him outside his role during missions. Still, you knew at this moment it was Steve Rogers in front of you, not Captain America.

“Can I ask what happened?”

Steve had asked while you were in wolf form, which you’d been unable to answer at the time, but now you were human, there was no more avoiding the question. “We’ve been fading out for centuries. Less and less pups,” Steve raised a confused eyebrow and you smiled, “pups are baby werewolves. So few have been born, leading to packs getting smaller and smaller to the point of needing to be absorbed by others or dissolving completely.”

“Which does yours fall under?” Steve asked tentatively.

You pulled your eyes away from his crystal blues and stared at your hands clasped in your lap. “Mine was the third to fall apart. I was the last pup born, and the first one born to the pack in almost forty years, before things collapsed. I was still so young when all of the leaders and elders of our pack disappeared overnight, took our supplies and the horses, and vanished.”

Steve’s eyes widened, then hardened. “They just left?” His head tilted adorably. “Wait, horses? How old are you?”

“In human years? Well, werewolves age very slowly after thirty or so, so that would actually put me around your age, Cap,” you snarked, knowing you were actually a few years older than him. “But the werewolves that left, a few wanted to experience what they considered a normal life, others wanted to join another larger pack with more… variety and better things to offer.” You left the explanation vague on purpose, but based on Steve’s tightening shoulders, he knew exactly what you were referring to. “Normally there would be a pack vote, all members have a voice and a choice when it comes to major choices about the pack as a whole. But we were so small… the leaders just decided to go their own way without any input, taking the strongest of the pack with them, assuming those who wanted to would find them and follow.”

“And I’m guessing that’s not what happened?” Steve asked.

“No,” you gave a watery laugh. “You were in the Army in World War II, right?” He nodded. “Imagine being at a base waiting for orders, and overnight all of your commanders vanished, taking all the intel, maps, and equipment with them. What would happen?”

Steve let out a heavy yet soft breath. “Chaos.”

The story was painful, but you retold it. You explained how hurt you were when you woke up and realized everyone except you and a dozen others were left out of the forty who were there the night before. Steve tensed when you explained the horrible infighting that erupted and lasted for decades as those remaining fought for dominance, even though you were all inexperienced and unequipped to handle the responsibility. Steve held your hand when the memories became too overwhelming, resulting in you having to pause and compose yourself.

When you lifted the hem of your shirt and showed Steve the mark on your hip, his hands curled into fists. Three inches long and two inches wide, the jagged scar of a crescent moon was forever burned into your skin, branded there by Jeremy, the tyrant werewolf that rose to power in the pack after using violence and threats to beat everyone else into submission. You closed your eyes, fighting the wave of nausea as memories of that night filled your senses, memories of being pinned down and the smell and pain of burning flesh.

“He said it was a reminder,” you explained, “that we belonged to him and he could do whatever he wanted with us.”

Steve’s outrage didn’t lessen as you began the story of how Jeremy sold you to a group of scientists who were interested in studying unique creatures. According to the bits and pieces of conversations you’d heard during your captivity, they were trying to see if they could isolate and create a serum to turn someone into a werewolf. Steve was extremely interested when you told him that contrary to popular belief, werewolves cannot be created through bites, they can only be born. Biting a human while in werewolf form would do the same thing as if it was an actual wolf doing the biting: nothing.

“And that’s how Fury found you? SHIELD raided the facility?” Steve asked, his chest rising and falling as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

“Yeah, and it was actually Sharon who called Fury in when she found me lying on the cold concrete floor of my cell, half dead and fading in and out of consciousness.” You smiled at Steve’s surprised reaction to Sharon’s name. “Come on, Cap. You know Sharon can keep a secret.”

Although he tried to hide it, Steve snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, she can. How long did it take them to realize you weren’t human?”

“Only a few minutes. The scientists made me wear this stretchy leather bracelet, it had GPS and this taser-like thing, so they could find me if I tried to run or zap me if I got too aggressive while I was in wolf form.” You wrapped your left fingers around your right wrist, the phantom pressure of the bracelet making your skin itch. “It had an ID number printed on it, so I’m guessing Sharon just dug through the computer and cross referenced my ID number to find my file. It wasn’t like they tried to keep what I was confidential, it said ‘Species: Werewolf’ right at the top.”

“Most evil organizations aren’t very security conscious when it comes to the files they have. Romanoff said the last few we took on had encryption that looked like it was written by a ten-year-old.” Steve’s amused smile slowly disappeared as he glanced over at you. “I’m really sorry that happened to you, Y/N. I’ve always been curious about the source of your abilities, but I would have never guessed it was because you’re a werewolf. Did Fury convince you to come work for SHIELD?”

You exhaled out of your nose and shrugged. “He didn’t really have to. Whatever home I had with my pack disappeared the moment Jeremy sold me to those scientists.”

“Another pack wouldn’t take you in?” Steve asked quietly. “I doubt they would have stood by without intervening if they knew what you were subjected to.”

Sweet naïve Steve, you thought to yourself before shaking your head. “Unfortunately, that’s not how it works. Whoever becomes the leader of the pack doesn’t have to report to anyone, there’s no check-ins or meetings with other packs aside from the event of a merging of two packs. As long as Jeremy was recognized as leader, he could do whatever he wanted with no repercussions, or at least until someone challenges him for the title.”

Steve swallowed hard, and you could practically taste the flames from the question burning on his tongue. “So, you really have to rely on the leaders for pretty much everything.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyway. “The concept is crazy to me, but I’m an outsider, I wasn’t raised in it, so I wouldn’t know. It’s really similar to how wolves in the wild are, though, right?”

“Well, similar in some respects, yeah,” you explained, trying to find a way to elaborate without sounding like the narrator from a nature documentary on the Discovery Channel. “Aside from the obvious of having a human form that can function as any normal human can, pack hierarchy is very similar to wolves. One pack leader, or Alpha, controls the day-to-day operations of the pack, like where we’re staying, delegation of jobs and tasks, and they also direct cash flow.”

“Where did you rank in the pack? You’re a smart girl, I doubt any good leader would not keep you close to the top.” Steve bumped his shoulder against yours, and you almost jumped, not realizing he had moved closer as you’d been talking and was now sitting right next to you.

“I was a high tier Beta, and I did advise the prior pack Alpha on decisions and helped him create work schedules.” You paused, gathering your thoughts and hoping Steve didn’t ask anything more about the other roles of each designation. “And lastly, yet most importantly, are Omegas. They are the caretakers of the pack, responsible for helping raise and educate the children.”

Steve opened his mouth, then closed it, before swiping a hand down his face. “I have a lot more questions about the specifics of the pack, but it’s not my place to keep prying like that.” Before you could tell him that you didn’t mind, that it was nice to actually talk about it with someone, he moved on. “I want to make sure you’re comfortable on the team, first and foremost.”

The quick change in subject almost gave you whiplash. “I am, Captain.”

He smirked. “I think we’re on a first-name basis now, Y/N. You can call me Steve outside of missions.”

“Okay, Steve,” you said teasingly, “but yeah, I mean it. I really am comfortable on the team. I make sure to sign up for missions outside the days I shift, and nobody’s treated me any differently even though they might not know where my powers originate.”

“Then why hide what you are? Nobody on the team would treat you any different if they knew. Having a wolf during a mission could be useful—I’m sure you have better senses than both me and Buck while you’re on four legs—but we wouldn’t force you to go on missions as a wolf if you didn’t want to. It would just be in case something happens, like if you can’t get back here before your shift begins, we can protect you.” Steve paused when he looked at your face, taking in your concerned and fearful gaze. “I’m… I’m not going to tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about. This is one-hundred percent your choice.”

The silence between you was heavy in the air, and you peered up at Steve, surprised at the honest sincerity on his face. It wasn’t as if you were worried about Steve spilling the beans, you knew he wouldn’t. You were worried about the team’s reactions. Even though you were still the same person, and it was only their understanding of your true species that would change, you didn’t want any more attention on you than there already was.

“I know you wouldn’t,” you murmured, “but that’s… not what I’m worried about. I spent the last few years of my life being nothing more than a science experiment, I’m sure you can understand that feeling.” Steve smiled softly and nodded. “If you present Tony and Bruce with something they didn’t understand or don’t have any information about, what would be the first thing they’d want to do?”

Steve sighed, his facial features relaxing when he finally realized the reason for your hesitance. “Do a bunch of tests and take samples and scans to better understand. Right, I see what you mean.”

“And Bucky and Natasha? It’s ingrained in them to dig into things to better understand them, through hacking, research, interrogation, or breaking into places.” You shivered, but not because you were cold, and you leaned away from Steve when he tried to offer his body heat. “The only copy of my file from that facility is in one of Fury’s secure document storage locations. I really don’t want anyone digging into my past or sticking their nose in places where it might end up being bitten off.”

Steve understood your reasoning, of course he would. A human experiment of his own who was also subjected to testing and monitoring, he knew at least some of what you went through during your captivity. You also knew he read all the Hydra files Natasha discovered on Bucky’s captivity and what he was subjected to when they wanted to test the serum’s effectiveness. Even though you didn’t specifically say it, he knew you were likely given the same treatment as Bucky when the scientists tried to understand your species.

“Do you think he’ll come after you?” Steve asked.

The question was something that had crossed your mind after SHIELD had rescued you, but you doubt Jeremy knew where you’d ended up after the facility was raided and shut down. He probably thought you were killed a long time ago. “I don’t think so. He has no reason to. He was paid up front, it wasn’t like he was getting a stipend or something each month I was being experimented on and would come sniffing around when the money flow stopped.”

“Well, even though I understand your reasoning and respect it, I still think you should talk to the team,” Steve offered, relaxing back on the couch. “You don’t have to tell them specifically what you are, but maybe just some information about your circumstances to help in case things go sideways on a mission. If you want, we can go talk to them now, everyone should be gathering for dinner.”

The request was sincere, and you chewed the inside of your lower lip. It would be nice to not have to hide in your room when you were a wolf, and being able to run around the compound and wrestle and play with everyone would be fantastic to help burn off the excess wolfy energy you accumulated. However, you were still reluctant to dive in with your eyes closed. You needed more time to go over specifics and had to develop a plan to explain what you were without specifically saying what you were.

Smiling at Steve, you nudged his shoulder. “I’ll think about it.”

Looking back, you wished you’d listened to him.

[midgardianweasley]

I’ve got you, I promise

Loki x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: Y/N has a nightmare about her mum’s death, her being murdered by HYDRA because of her powers when Y/N was a child years ago, her daughter hearing everything. Haunted by the memories, comfort is found in a certain God of Mischief.

Warnings: very angsty but fluffy/soft ending, Readers Mother Death

Word Count: 1662

Message/ask if you want to be added to the taglist <33

Requests are open loves :)

“Stay here, do not move, okay?” I could faintly hear her mumbling, hiding me under coats and blankets in the storage cupboard, I could feel her hands shaking, matching the scared expression she held. She was trying to put on a brave face for me, despite knowing that I could hear the booming explosions outside and the banging on the door. I didn’t want her to leave, I knew what would happen if she set foot outside that door.

“Please don’t go” I spoke, only to be hushed quickly, her thumbs caressing my face and wiping away the tears that refused to stop flowing. My grip on the end of her sleeves felt deadly, silently begging her to stay, hoping that if I hold her tightly enough, she’ll hide in here with me. Her lips were the last I felt of her, the gentle kiss full of love pressed against my forehead, her tears falling onto my cheek and mixing with mine.

“I love you, sweetheart” She smiled, her eyes beginning to glow purple. It was time to go.

“I love-”

Darkness. One turn of a key and she was gone. The sounds weren’t though. I heard the gunshots. The explosions. The men’s screams. I’m sure if the coats weren’t on top of me, I’d be able to hear the punches, it was that loud. I thought once the noise stopped, I'd feel relief. It was over, surely? She was coming back for me. She has to be. It was only when the door was opened, well, kicked in, that i’d realised. She wasn’t coming home.

I sat bolt upright, sweat pouring off of me as I tried to catch my breath. This was the third time I'd had the same nightmare this month. I put it down to it being my mothers birthday in the upcoming weeks, my subconscious must be taunting me. As I began to ground myself, reminding myself to take deep breaths, I noticed how dry my throat was. Water. I need water. Before I knew it, I was shuffling quietly towards the kitchen in the Avengers compound, trying to not wake anyone as I filled a glass and went to look out at the city. It was so quiet outside. So peaceful. I felt a pang of jealousy, ‘The city is getting more rest than I am’. The city that never sleeps. The irony.

It felt as though I stood for hours, watching cars drive the streets of New York and the occasional bystander pass their flat window, realistically it was only a couple of minutes before I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

“Can’t sleep?” Loki.

I turned slightly, smiling at the God standing behind me, holding up my glass.

“Thirsty.” I murmured before turning back towards the window, silently hoping he’ll return back to his room.

I had no problem with Loki, ever since the New York incident, we all agreed to be civil, besides the occasional bicker between him and Stark, but generally we all tried our best to co-exist. Loki and I often found ourselves in discussions, I’d tell him about how I became an Avenger and the different missions I'd been on and he’d tell me about his life back in Asgard. I usually love hearing about his tales, especially about his mother. It’s obvious in the way he talks about her that he adores her. However, I don’t think I could handle it tonight.

“Now now, I like to think that I know you slightly better than that my dear. You seem troubled.”

“Reading my mind there, Loki?” I questioned, receiving a chuckle and a faint smile as he walked to stand beside me. As I looked out the window again, I could feel his gaze burn the side of my head.

“Not so much as reading your facial expressions. Your eyebrows furrow a certain way when you’re troubled. May I?” He asked, holding his hand out towards my face. Despite not knowing what exactly he was asking, I nodded in response. His thumb gently pressed against my forehead, smoothing out what I assume to be lines of anxiety found there. It didn’t last long before I flinched backwards, trying to avoid his touch. Not there. Upon seeing his slightly concerned glance, I spoke again, still not meeting his eyes.

“I’m- I’m sorry. It’s not you.”

“No, no don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have invaded your personal space. I must ask though, are you okay?”

“Yes”

He raised his eyebrow, nonverbally questioning my answer.

“No.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

It was a strange question to me. I’d always kept this part of my life to myself. The rest of the team had no idea about this part of my past, sure, they knew my parents were out of the picture, but I hadn’t explained any further than that. This loss, I’d never shared it, never spoke a word about the nightmares or why I lock myself away on the same day every year. I don’t think they thought to question it. We all had our past, our memories, our losses. As Steve would so kindly put it, we walk it off. But here Loki was, God of mischief, standing before me and offering to listen to it. Something about the way he was looking at me, patiently awaiting for me to make the next move, I don’t really know what happened, I heard myself before my mind had processed it.

“It’s my mum’s birthday in two weeks.”

“I’ve never heard you speak of your mum” He spoke, appearing to look relieved that I had started to talk to him, however, still being patient with me and letting me decide how far I let this conversation go and what I say. The next sentence, I’ve never said aloud.

“She died.” My voice cracked. With arms crossed at my stomach, the glass of water long forgotten on a side table, my eyes finally met his. I could see the sadness floating in them, I’m sure he could say the same about me.

“I’m so sorry, love.”

“I was young at the time.”

“That can’t make it any easier”

“No, it doesn’t” I mumbled, tears now starting to fall again. I gave him a small smile, barely noticeable i’m sure, nonetheless, he returned a sympathetic one. His silence felt like a cue to continue, I breathed deeply as I started to talk again.

“It was HYDRA. They killed her. I never really knew the reason for sure, I assume it was because she wouldn’t join them and they saw her powers as a threat on the opposite side. She locked me away. Kept me hidden as she went to fight them off. She never returned.” The last sentence leaves my mouth as a slight whisper, my gaze returning to the city again.

“That’s terrible. I’m incredibly sorry for your loss, my dear. Is this why you’re up?” He asked, stepping slightly closer towards me, but still giving me my space. I nodded, hesitant to share more, but the look in his eyes and feeling him stood so close gave me a sense of comfort. Like I could trust him. He’s told me personal things about his life on Asgard, I can trust him with this.

“I can still hear everything. I can’t imagine how many men there were outside attacking us, but I could hear their pain. Their screams and the darkness haunts me. Not once did I hear my mum scream, I assumed that was a good sign, I still remember the spark of hope upon hearing the silence. But when S.H.I.E.L.D agents appeared in front of me, I remember feeling it fizzle out twice as fast. I thought it was her coming back. I didn’t think that her kiss and her ‘I love you’s’ would be the last I had of her.” My breaths started to shake again, remembering everything as I was saying it out loud.

“I didn’t- I thought”

“Shh shh, hey, hey, Y/N, Look at me, hey” The God spoke, crouching down slightly, his hands on my shoulders grounding me a little. His messy black hair and green pyjamas all looked like a blur through the tears pooling in my eyes.

“Deep breaths for me, in for 6, hold for 2 and then out. Do it with me” He spoke slowly and clearly, starting to demonstrate his breathing, trying to encourage me to follow. I started to slowly follow his lead, gradually feeling more air reaching my lungs with every breath we took. After a few minutes, he gently took my hand, and placed it on his chest, where his heart was

“Feel that?”

“Mhm”

He took my other hand and placed it at the same spot, but on my chest instead.

“Focus on the beats, okay?”

I nodded, still not relying on my voice to communicate for me. It helped a lot, following his breathing and feeling our heartbeats begin to settle down and fall in line with each other.

“Loki?” My voice sounded small, like a child.

“Yes?”

“Can I have a hug? Please?”

“Of course you can darling. C’mere” He stood up, opening his arms and beckoning me into them. Soon, his heartbeat could be felt right at my temple, it was more soothing than I had expected. We’d stayed like that for a while, tiredness had started to take over, something the man above me noticed.

“Would you like to stay with me tonight? You don’t have to, I can return you to your-”

“I wanna stay with you. Please.” I mumbled, barely audible mainly due to tiredness.

“Alright, let’s go. I’ll protect you from any nightmares. I promise.”

Loki may be the God of Mischief, known for his lies and tricks, but he kept to his promise as he held me through the night, using his seidr to settle my mind and anxieties. I’ve never slept so well, all thanks to him.

Taglist: @horrorxweasley​ 

[unknown-cold]

Someone sent me a message asking me about Vi's reaction when the baby died and saw some comments from people saying that Vi didn't care about the baby's death. But when Jayce and the people around him leave, we will see sadness and dissatisfaction on Vi's face with what happened, so why do people say such words despite the obvious impact on her face of the child's death?

Well, I think those people who are saying this are obviously in a hurry or maybe they hate Vi's character and are waiting for any mistake she makes. Anyway, first I will talk about something that the studio did in this situation, then I will put for you a character who went through the same situation that Vi went through, okay. The studio relied heavily on the facial expression of each character, and this is something special, because you do not need to speak to the character in order to know how he feels. Facial expressions are sufficient to know if the character is sad, happy, angry, upset. And this is what happened to Vi in that scene, relying on her sad expression without saying a word. And this image is clear evidence of Vi's grief👇

Note, there is a spoiler for the events of The Last of Us series, so if you did not watch the series, do not continue reading the article. This is a warning.

This is a warning. As for the character, it is the character of Joel in the famous series The Last of Us. Do you remember in the first episode when his daughter died, the most important thing in his life? When Tess left, he did not say a word to her, and this is of course the logical behavior of a person who saw his daughter die in front of his eyes.

So of course his personality will change, and this is exactly what happened to Vi. A teenage girl sees her family die in front of her eyes and loses her sister and lives half her life in a very bad place, which is prison. And all of this you want her to cry over the death of a child she don't even know, and if she didn't cry some of you will say that she was talking to Jayce without regret, according to me she was talking and the tone of her voice was sad and resentful and also what she said is true there are hundreds of children who died because of them And Silco's reason, and you didn't care about it until now. Of course, I wouldn't blame Jayce for becoming a counselor only two days ago, but for Vi, she doesn't know that. It is strange that these people are the ones who blame Vi for everything and that she is a bad person. I see the same people with other personalities who may go through the same situation as Vi's character. And very sympathetic and understanding of this character to an incredible degree. Well, my friend i hope you liked my answer, and you also, guys what do you think? I hope you had fun, and you can also ask me anything about movies and series.

See you later peace.

[nicolebonnet]

🌻 a gif tutorial by: me! 🌻

i know there are so so many WONDERFUL tutorials out there, but i can’t say no to a very kind anon so!!!  here we go.  hopefully this is helpful for someone out there!  if anyone doesn’t do well with picture tutorials and would find it more helpful for me to do a video, i would also be happy to try that too!!

this is definitely not the fastest way to do it, i’m sure, just the way i’ve always done it and i’m bad at learning new things so ldkjfoiw also i’m using photoshop cc 2021 (tho this method should work for any version of photoshop i think) and i use video frames to layers to gif just as an fyi

step 1: get whatever media you’re giffing!  i use torrents and direct downloads.  that’s how i’ve always giffed, i’ve never tried capping so i can’t help with that.  sorry!

step 2: make clips of the scenes your fc is in!  i have a folder dedicated to the character the fc is playing and keep all my clips in there.  when i do movies, i typically only do about 12 clips at a time because it just feels less overwhelming for me.  when i do a show, i only clip one episode at a time for the same reason.  i use quicktime to clip, but i know some people use VLC and i’m sure there are other options out there to try, too!  again, this is just what i’ve always used so i’m comfortable with it and know how it works.

when i clip, i try to start the clip a few seconds before the scene my subject is in and a few seconds after just to make sure i’m getting every single frame.

step 3: import video frames to layers!  so once you have photoshop open, go to file > import > import video frames to layers

then go to your folder where you have all your clips saved and choose the one you want.  i took this one out of my trash because the rest of the gifs i have to do in this episode are in the dark and that was gonna be too annoying to me lkdjfkslofw so i’m just re-making one i already did a few days ago.  i’m giffing sofia carson and you can see that my clip starts on someone else’s face so i can make sure i have every frame of hers!

step 4: select the range for your gif!  just like with clipping, i try to get a few frames before and a few frames after of the fc i’m working on so that i don’t miss anything.  if you aren’t interested in giffing them in every single second (which is totally fine, i know a lot of people prefer not to!) then you don’t need to be as concerned with it

because i’m using a direct download, i’m not going to limit my frames to every 2.  it’ll be really fast and choppy.  if you screen recorded, i would suggest limited to every 2 frames and then going through and deleting each duplicate frame (when i giffed via screen recording, i found that every 6 frames or so was a duplicate).  this will make sure your gif is smooth and exactly the same as one made from a direct download.  it IS time consuming though, so i recommend doing a direct download/torrent if possible!  if you ever need help finding downloads or need something torrented and converted for you, please feel free to message me and i’ll be happy to help!!

step 5: delete the frames you don’t need!  this is the time to delete any extra frames at the beginning, end, and any duplicates

step 6: set your speed!  you can do this later if you want, but i like to do it as soon as all my extra frames are deleted.  my personal preference is typically .06 seconds for most of my gifs.  if they’re on the shorter side (under 35 frames), i’ll do .07-.09.  i know some people have very strong feelings on gif speed lskdfjpwe i do not.  it’s all about what feels best for you!  .06 is where i feel my gifs feel the best, but there are plenty of beautiful gifs that are slower or faster!

step 7: crop it!  as you can see above, i set my W x H ratio to 268px x 170px.  this is a size i really like, but you can make yours smaller or larger.  i do suggest using the W x H ratio setting to set it to your specific pixel measurements because it cuts out having to resize after cropping.

also, i have a few hundred frames in this one particular gif that i’m going to cut down in the next step.  however, i know that she remains pretty much in the same place throughout the frames which is why i’m cropping them all at once.  if it’s a gif where you get a few hundred frames that you’re going to turn into multiple gifs and the person moves around a lot, definitely only crop one gif at a time!

step 8: delete the frames you aren’t using!  everyone has a different way of deciding how many frames their gifs are.  for me, if they’re talking, i actually go and watch the segment i’m giffing to see what they’re saying, read their lips as i go through each frame, and crop it there.  it’s a little more time consuming i guess but i feel like it gives me the best results.  totally optional, though!  if the person is NOT talking, then i typically just try to make it between 60-80ish frames and base it on facial expressions or body language.  sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less!  again just comes down to what your preference is.

step 9: convert to timeline!  basically just press that lil highlighted button down there next to the “forever” and convert to timeline.  pretty self explanatory

step 10: sharpening!  this is where i use my sharpening action which is linked right here.  i’ve been using it for a while now and i really love it!  i’ve tried other sharpening actions since i made it and they just don’t make me as happy as this one lol

hit play on your action:

for my action, i get this popup twice and just hit “continue” and it keeps going through the steps with no problem

step 11: COLORING!!!  get your psd and slap it on!  i have different one base psd that i use for almost everything and will edit it to fit whatever scene/show/movie i’m working on.  i’ll also save different versions of it based on the media i’m giffing.  for example, the lighting on liv & maddie is SUUUUUPER different from the writing on pll: the perfectionists.  so i have a “liv” psd and a “loralie” (name of my char that i use sofia for, idk why i named the first psd after liv and not my char but whatever ldkfjsoi) psd.  same base, same layers, just different levels.  i also will often combine psds!  i’ll put my base down and then add layers from other psds or create new ones to fit whatever scene i have going!

step 12: save your gif!  go to file > export > save for web (legacy)...

people use different settings for saving their gifs, too.  these are my personal settings.  i really like them and feel they work for my gifs.  feel free to copy them or play around with your own settings!  just make sure it’s always on the 256 colors

step 13 (optional): preview!  i like to hit the preview button just to make sure i like my gif before i save it.  if i don’t like it (coloring looks off, too fast/too slow, feels like it cuts off in a weird place) i’ll hit cancel and undo everything until i’m back to wherever i need to fix it.

step 14: save your gif, yay!!  YOU DID IT!!!!  save that beautiful gif and feel so proud of yourself!!

step 15 (optional): if you’re making multiple gifs from the segment you imported, go back and cntrl/cmmnd + z everything until you’re back to having allllll the frames again.  delete the frames of the gif you just made (in this case, it would be 52) and start again from step 8!

i hope this made sense and was helpful for anyone!  please let me know if there’s anything you need clarification on!!

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

What Do You Think?

Part 4 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Yoongi x Jimin

Summary: Yoongi goes to the fansign without Y/N as she feels that she is going to be shunned and hated by the rest of the members. There, he realises that they aren’t all angry with him.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Yoongi being a slight dick to Tae

Tags: @calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup​, @lindsayjoy444​ ​​​​​

AN: If any of you would like to be added to the taglist, just let me know and I will add you :)

Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Taehyung POV:

It was hard to describe what I felt when I was that girl with my boyfriend. My Yoongi. He had his arm wrapped tightly around her way. He called her baby. That was my nickname. I was always his Taebaby. Kookie was his prince, and Jiminie was his pretty boy. 

Yes, I was jealous. Yes, I was angry. I had hoped that none of us would find our soulmates because I didn’t want our dynamic to change. We were fine just the seven of us. We didn’t need anyone else in the equation.

I glared at the pair of them as they checked out. I wasn’t really in the mood to buy new lingerie anymore. The girl turned to look at me, Joonie, and Hobi, and me and her made eye contact. Suddenly, colours flooded into my vision. I stumbled backwards, my back colliding with Hoseok’s chest. He and Namjoon both looked equally surprised.

“Taebaby, you okay?” Namjoon asked, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me steady. No, this was not okay. I was not okay. This wasn’t possible.

“It doesn’t make sense.” I mumbled. “It’s not possible.” I shook my head. “No, no, it’s not possible.” I repeated. “What just happened? Why can I see colour?”

“I can see it too.” Hoseok admitted quietly.

“And me.” Namjoon agreed. He looked confused. I glanced up at him, silently asking what we should do. He knew my facial expressions. When I got nervous, I sometimes wouldn’t talk so Namjoon had learnt to read my face to know how I was feeling. “I don’t know what we should do, Taebaby.” He looked over to where Yoongi and the girl had been stood, but they were gone now. “We’ll talk to him tomorrow at the fanmeet.”

“Is it possible, hyungie?” I asked, looking at Namjoon.

“I don’t know. It is, but I don’t know why.” Namjoon replied. “Do you want to buy anything or go home?” He asked, looking at me and stroking my hair out of my face.

“I don’t know.” I said looking around. All the lace and silk was tempting me. “I’m not really feeling it at the moment.” 

“Okay, baby, we can go home and cuddle?” Hoseok suggested. I nodded.

“That would be nice, please, hyung.” I said, allowing Hoseok to pull me into a hug and the both of them to lead me out of the store and back to the dorm.

Y/N POV:

I twisted my fingers around nervously. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with the plan anymore. They hated me. It was clear to see. Taehyung was glaring at me. I was sat in the living room, letting all the thoughts cloud my head. Taehyung was never going to like me.

“Baby, dinner’s ready, are you okay?” Yoongi raced to kneel in front of me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“They hate me!” I said, letting the tears roll down my face. “It’s not going to work!” I sobbed. “Taehyung was glaring at me, and Namjoon looked so disappointed and disgusted!”

“They what?” Yoongi looked pissed. “Okay, baby, look at me.” He took hold of my hands. “They don’t hate you. They are angry because of what happened.”

“But that’s not my fault!”

“I know, jagiya, I know.” Yoongi kissed away my tears. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to come to the fanmeet tomorrow, okay?” He said. “Not if it’s going to upset you so much.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologised. I didn’t want him to be disappointed with me.

“Don’t you dare apologise.” Yoongi said. “Don’t worry, okay, let’s eat and then we’ll cuddle and watch a movie.” He said, taking hold of my hand and pulling me up with him.

Yoongi POV:

My alarm went off early the morning of the fanmeet. I groaned and sat up, turning it off not wanting to wake up Y/N. I leaned down and pecked her on the lips before leaving her a note and getting dressed. I was out of the door within ten minutes, knowing I would have be at the dorm before the van came to pick us up. 

I made it to the dorm ten minutes later, the cold air biting at my exposed skin on my face above my mask, and my uncovered hands. I shivered, pulling at my beanie as I realised that the van was already waiting outside. I walked over to it and got on. There was no one there yet so I decided to sit right at the back, making sure to put my bag on the empty chair next to me. 

The six of them appeared at the same time. Instantly, the van was filled with awkward tension as none of us knew exactly what to say to each other. I was angry at them, and they were angry at me. My phone buzzed with a message from my princess. I smiled as I read it.

Jagi ❤️️: I love you too, oppa! Don’t get too angry at them today, remember ARMY is always your top priority. Send me a pic of your outfit please! Have fun and don’t be too grumpy!

I chuckled at her message, quickly typing one back. I missed her already.

My lil meow meow ❤️️ 🐱: I’ll try not to be too grumpy, princess, but I’m annoyed at them for how they treated you yesterday. There’s some leftover noodles in the fridge if you want those, or you can order something if you want. There’s money in the drawer by the front door. Be safe!

She sent me back a red heart along with a screenshot of her breakfast order, saying that she was having both. I looked up from my phone, seeing that Jimin had turned around in his seat and was staring at me carefully. It was hard to tell what he was feeling - he was always good at hiding his emotions if he wanted to. We made eye contact and he shot around in his seat, leaning his head on Hoseok’s shoulder, earning a forehead kiss. I felt a pang of sadness shoot through me. Usually Taehyung would be sat next to me, curled up into my side, scrolling through social media and giggling when he found something funny. Now he was sat next to Namjoon, not even bothering to look at me.

My phone buzzed with another message. It was a picture from Y/N showing her breakfast. She had also taken a selfie with the leftover noodles, saying they were the best thing ever. The van stopped, signalling we were here. The others got off first and then I followed, wanting our interaction to be as little as possible.

Hair and makeup sped past and I found myself dressed and ready, waiting to be called out. I was first done, and then it would normally be Taehyung. I sat on my phone after sending Y/N a pre-fansign selfie. The door opened. I looked up and saw Taehyung. I looked back down at my phone, knowing that if I talked to him now, I would explode with anger. 

“Hyung?” Taehyung sat down on the couch beside me, leaving some space to be respectable. “I need to talk to you about something.” He said. 

“About what, Taehyung?” I asked, not even looking at him. He needed to know how annoyed I was. He needed to know what he had done wrong.

“It’s about your soulmate.” He said, making me scoff. Y/N was the one thing I didn’t want to talk to him about. 

“What do you want to tell me this time, Taehyung? That she’s a gold digger? That she’s just using me for money? All of that is a lie, Taehyung! And I am sure of that, okay?” I said, my voice harsh. He flinched at the tone of my voice.

“I wasn’t going to say that, honestly.” He said, his voice small.

“Until you apologise to me for what you said, I honestly don’t want to hear it.” I said, pocketing my phone and standing up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and calm down.” I walked out of the room.

I knew I was harsh with him. I waited until the door was properly shut behind me before I slid down the wall, burying my face in my hands. I loved Taehyung with all of my heart, but what he said was wrong. He had to know that Y/N was going to be a part of my life now, whether he liked it or not. 

“Hyungie?” I looked up, seeing my precious little Jimin. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jimin.” I said, sighing slightly as I sat up, leaning the back of my head against the wall. 

“No, you’re not.” He said, sitting down next to me. “What’s wrong?” He reached over and took hold of my hand, his small fingers wrapping around mine.

“None of this is my fault, Minnie.” I said huskily, knowing that I was on the verge of crying. “I can’t chose when I meet my soulmate or who they are. And nobody understands that!”

“I understand that. I know it’s not your fault.” Jimin said, looking at me, his eyes full of sympathy. “I wanted so badly to come over to your apartment and see you. I really want to meet her. I think we all need to get used to her being around and possibly being a part of our relationship otherwise our dynamic is going to be off.”

When he said this, my heart skipped a beat. At least one of them cared about me still. “Why didn’t you come over?” I asked softly.

“Joonie wouldn’t let me.” Jimin said. “He said we needed to give you time and space, but I knew that was something you didn’t need. I wanted to speak up so badly when he told you to leave but I knew my opinion wouldn’t matter to him.” His eyes searched my face. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey you do not have to apologise. You have done nothing wrong.” I said, stroking his hand. “You tried your best, Chim, and that’s all I’ll ever ask.” He smiled slightly at that. “Tell you what, after the fansign, how about you come home with me and you can meet Y/N.” I suggested.

“Is that her name? It’s beautiful.” He said.

“You’re beautiful, pretty boy.” I said, making him blush. I stood up, pulling him up with me. “I missed you so much.” I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I missed you too, hyungie.” He said, kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned slightly, feeling myself go hard.

“Do we have time for a quickie?” I asked, checking the time, seeing that we still had thirty minutes. “Okay, come on, quickly. I need those pretty lips around my cock.” I dragged him into an empty bathroom, pressing him against the door and attacking his neck with my lips, being careful not to leave any marks.

“Yoonie.” He whined, pressing his hips against mine. He was hard against my thigh. 

“Okay, baby, take off your clothes and put them neatly on the counter. I don’t want the stylist noonas to kill us.” I ordered as I undressed myself, folding up my clothes neatly.

“Hyungie please.” Jimin begged, palming himself through his boxers. He looked desperate, his full lips shiny red. His tongue swiped across them as he let out a breathy moan.

“Shh baby.” I said, pushing him down slightly so he would drop to his knees. “Now suck my cock like a good boy and I’ll eat you out after.” He nodded eagerly and pulled down my boxers, freeing my dick from its confines. It sprung up, the head a dark red colour. He stroked it a few times before taking the tip in his mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. “Fuck Chimmie.” I groaned, having missed the feeling of his mouth. “You feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard.”

He smiled around my cock and swallowed, deepthroating me. My hands itched to pull at his hair, but I knew it would ruin all the stylist noonas hard work, so I grabbed hold of the counter behind me. He hollowed out his cheeks and moved his head up and down before taking me out of his mouth and licking the prominent vein on the underside of my cock, staring up at me seductively.

“Are you gonna cum for me soon, hyungie?” He asked, taking me back into his mouth and sucking hard. I could feel the knot begin to form in the base of my stomach. His lips were stretched around me as he gagged slightly from the intrusion in his throat.

“Fuck!” I moaned when I felt my tip hit the back of his throat. “Yes baby, I’m gonna cum.” I said, tightening my grip on the counter so my knuckles were white. “Stay still and open your mouth.” I thrusted into his mouth, his hands coming up to rub my hips. His 13 tattoo showed through the bracelets he was wearing on his wrist. “Fuck baby, such a pretty mouth.” He smiled up at me around my cock, swallowing as I entered his throat.

When he did that, the knot in my stomach became impossibly tight. “Baby, I’m going to cum!” I groaned, thrusting a few more times before the knot snapped. “Good boy, take it all.” I crooned as he closed his mouth around me to keep all my cum in his mouth. I pulled out of his mouth. “Swallow.” I ordered. He opened his mouth wide to show me that he had swallowed it. “Such a little slut.”

“I’m hyungie’s slut.” Jimin purred as he pulled down his boxers. I pulled him close to me, thumb brushing over his nevermind tattoo on his chest.

“Want me to eat you out, or finger you kitten?” I asked. He hummed in thought.

“Both please, hyungie.” He requested, bending over so his upper body was resting on the counter.

“You are such a little slut for me, kitten.” I said, running my hands over the globes of his ass. I pulled them apart slightly to expose his hole. I bent down and moved my tongue over it, making him shiver and moan out softly. ched round and pushed my fingers into his mouth. “Suck.” I said. He got to work, swirling his tongue around each individual digit, coating them in saliva. After a few minutes I pulled them out of his mouth before pushing two into him, making him cry out. I use my tongue as well, making the wet muscle lick over and around his hole.

He moaned out as he panted slightly, his legs shaking. “Already close, baby?” I asked, knowing the tell tale signs of him about to cum.

“Yes, hyungie. Ahhhh.” Jimin moaned as I added another finger, moving down to lick at his perineum. “Hyungie yes, right there.” He cried out as I pushed against his prostate. “Can I cum, please, can I cum.” He begged.

“Go ahead baby.” I said, allowing him to splatter his cum on the counter in front of him. “Such a messy boy.” I chuckled, making him whine in embarrassment. 

“Thank you hyungie.” He said, catching his breath. I grabbed some tissue and wiped him down. 

“I love you, Yoongi.” Jimin said, pecking my lips.

“I love you too, pretty boy.” I replied. “Come on, get dressed, they’re going to be looking for us soon.” He nodded and quickly got dressed, putting on some leather pants that clung tightly to his ass and thighs. “I think you just gave me another boner, pretty boy.”

“Oh really?” He smirked, turning around, his chest bare.

“Put your shirt on.” I laughed, making him giggle. It’s strange that you never realise how much you miss someone until you see them again.

Throughout the entire fansign, Jimin stuck by my side, sometimes holding my hand underneath the table or I would have my hand on his thigh. We took selfies together and made each other laugh. It made me realise just how much I missed being around them and also how different things were going to be now, and just how ready I was for it. 

The other members noticed this, and some had small smiles. But Taehyung and Namjoon still looked unsure. It was as if they didn’t trust me anymore, which is something I didn’t want.

Before long, the fansign was over and we were piling back into the minivan to take us back to the dorm. Jimin was tucked up next to me, his legs pulled up and curled to his side. He was scrolling through his weverse, replying to some comments from ARMY. He soon came across the selfie that I posted of me and Y/N, making him smile.

“She’s really pretty.” He said softly as the van pulled off and started driving. 

“She is, but she’s had a really horrible life.” I said, making him nod in understanding. “So just be careful with what you say about here. And don’t, whatever you do, bring up her ex.”

“Why?” Jimin asked, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Because he abused her a lot. She had run away, which is how I met her. She was going to sleep in the park.” I explained. “He just wasn’t a very nice person, and she was terrified of him. But that’s okay because she has us to protect her.”

“Is she an ARMY?” Jimin asked.

“Yes, she is.” I replied. “She was dancing to ‘Spring Day’ when I found her. She’s a dancer too.”

“Really?” Jimin sounded excited. “That’s so cool. We can do dances together and stuff.” 

“Yes, we can.” I said with a smile, wrapping my arm around him and holding him close. My phone started to ring, making him jump. It was my baby.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” I asked as I answered.

“Yeah, I was just looking at photos from the fansign today. Have you and Jimin made up?” She asked, making me smile knowingly.

“Yes, we have. Is it alright if he comes over? He really wants to meet you.” I said, making her gasp.

“Really?” I knew how insecure she was about meeting them as she thought they all hated her. 

“Yes.” I nodded. Jimin tried to grab the phone from me. “He wants to talk to you.” I said, making her give an okay.

“Hi!” He said excitedly into the phone. I could hear the murmur of her voice as she spoke back to him. He chuckled. “Yeah, it was fun. I got a lot of things from ARMY.” He paused as she spoke. “Really?” He laughed. “Of course. Oh, please order some of that. I’ll tell Yoongi.” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He mouthed “She’s ordering food for us.” I nodded. “We are almost at the dorm, so see you in about fifteen, twenty minutes. Of course, I can’t wait. See you soon!” He handed the phone back to me.

“Jagi?” I said, seeing if she was still there.

“Yes, oppa.” She replied.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “Feeling any better?”

“Yes, actually. I’m really excited to properly meet Jimin. It sounds like he is really all for me being added to the relationship.” She said, sounding happy. “I’ll see you soon. I’ve ordered pizza for us and we can have a movie night.”

“Sounds good princess. I’ll see you in a bit.” I hung up the phone and turned to Jimin. “Excited to meet your new girlfriend?” I asked, making him nod, a big smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to give her cuddles and lots of kisses.” He said, settling back against my shoulder. “We’re going to watch a movie together tonight. Can I stay over, we have a day off tomorrow?” He looked at me giving me puppy eyes. “Please hyungie?”

“How can I ever say no to this face?” I asked, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together, making him giggle. I pushed his blond hair out of his face as the van pulled up outside of the dorm. “Do you need to grab anything?” I asked.

“Nope. I’ll just steal your clothes.” He said with a small smile. “Come on, come on, come on! Let’s go!” He took hold of my hand and pulled me off the minivan and started dragging me towards my apartment.

“Jiminie, where are you going?” Namjoon shouted after us.

“I’m going to stay at Yoongi hyung’s tonight.” Jimin replied. “If you have a problem with it, I really don’t care.” He turned to me, dragging me again. It was quite sweet seeing him so determined to meet my soulmate. He really did care. Especially since he sassed Joon like that. “Come on, let’s go! The pizza is probably already there!”

“Okay, Jimin, we’re going!” I said with a laugh, allowing him to lead me to my apartment. 

[sleepywinchester]

Fool For You Pt. 8

Summary:  You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 2K+

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Hola!!!! Hope everyone is safe at home! This continues the story as a some sort of a series re-write. It won’t be something of all the episodes but the main ones of where Spooky appears. Hope you guys like this and always feel free to leave some feedback is so appreciated it.

This was supposed to be posted for Valentine's day but life happens and I ended up finishing this chapter 3 months later... lol

| MESSAGE BOX | HAPPY READING!!!

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

Title:  Happy Valentine's Day

Chapters: Uno - Dos - Tres - Cuatro - Cinco - Seis - Siete

Six years have passed since you spent Valentine's day with Oscar. The memories of the last one brought a lot of good and mischief feelings to your soul. He had just inherited his father's beautiful red car. Memories of the week prior to the festivities, all he talked about him taking you for a day trip to Santa Monica. A chuckle filled the space as you remembered when you both got caught having a making out section by the beach.

“What are you giggling about mamas?” Oscar’s deep voice brought you back to the present.

You turned around standing in the middle of the bathroom doorway, seeing him sitting by the edge of the bed. He was wearing a black tank and his khaki dickies. Leaning against the door frame with your electric pink toothbrush on hand you gazed at him and took the brush out to speak.

“I was reminiscing about our last Valentine's day together…” you smirked before placing the tooth brush inside your mouth.

Oscar instantly chuckled, “Santa Monica wasn’t ready for those dos traviesos teenagers.”

You took the brush out, turning back to spit out the toothpaste foam and have some water. “Those?” You said leaving the toothbrush on the counter and walked back to the room and stood in front of Oscar. He looked up, his hazel eyes piercing yours. “Baby we are still dos traviesos,” you said before kissing him.

He followed your lead within seconds, letting his body fall back on the bed. You continued kissing his hips as his hands traveled your body. “You got time?” Your eyes were looking at his as your hands were on his belt.

“Para ti? All the fucking time,” he smirked and then continued kissing him.

The morning activities had woken up a hunger for both of you. Oscar was speaking with some homies on the phone as you cooked scrambled eggs with bacon. They had some runs to make but deeply you hoped those didn’t take long. Out of nowhere the thought of Caesar crossed your mind and that you never heard him come home last night.

“Hey, have you seen-,”

Your words were cut by Caesar himself busting inside the house yelling.

“Hey! Hey! There’s a dude posted up outside!’

In a matter of seconds Oscar stood from the chair, grabbed the gun from on top of the counter and stormed outside. Your heart began to bump so fast, scared for both of them.

Quickly you grabbed the phone and began dialing Sad Eyes as you peeped from the window and instantly recognized who that man was.

“Oh shit,” you said, putting the phone down. Mr. Diaz has been in jail for almost a decade. You haven’t seen him since middle school when he got locked up. Oscar aura changed completely at the sight of his father. When he turned his body, you saw it on his eyes, he wasn’t happy his father was back. Mr. Diaz grabbed his duffel bag from the floor and crossed the street making his way towards the house.

“Babe?” You called him as he walked in. “When - How?”

Oscar shook his head groaning, “I have no fucking clue.”

You stood by the kitchen watching Mr. Diaz cautiously walk inside the house. His eyes roamed every inch of the space but when he spotted you, his eyes disappeared because of the big smile he gave you.

“Y/N,” he said.

You smiled back, “Hey Mr. Diaz…”

“I can see you two still together… Good.” He said looking at Oscar and you.

You smile awkwardly, “Yeah…”

Mr. Diaz picked up the awkwardness of the moment but decided to ignore it by walking around the kitchen and living room area. He admired the house as if it was an old museum.

You decided to walk around the living room and sit next to Oscar who was already sitting on the sofa with Caesar. You were right in the middle of the two brothers.

“So when did you get out?” Caesar asked, his voice had the tone of a 3 year old excited kid.

“Yesterday,” Mr. Diaz replied, still contemplating the house, “Looks kind of the same…” he said looking around, “doesn’t smell the same tho.”

You smiled proudly at his comment, “That would be my doing.“

“You live here?” He asked you.

Your eyes felt Oscar staring, it was obvious how he felt about his father being out of prison. He didn’t want him here but looking at his father, you really didn’t think he cared what Oscar thought or not. “Yeah.” You looked at your boyfriend. “I’ve added a couple things,” your sight went back to Mr. Diaz, “you know a bit of a female touch.”

“That’s good,”’he sat down across from the sofa. Mr. Diaz's eyes were locked on Oscar before switching them to his younger son. “You in school?” His Mexican accent was heavy and distinguished.

“Of course he is,” Oscar replied for his younger brother.

He looked at his older son, “How about you? Going to college?”

You saw Oscar raise an eyebrow, not believing the question he just got asked.

“Seriously?” Oscar said with unbelief.

“It's nice to see you,” Caesar told his dad, who just answered with a nod as he took a drag off his cigarette. “Do you have plans?”

“No,” he said, “just wanted to see you guys before I go to Bakersfield. Got a job lined up.”

“Caesar, you need to get to school,” Oscar said with his tone firm. You watched Caesar trying to give his older puppy eyes to let him stay but they didn’t work on him. Instead he rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag.

He was about to leave when he turned around. Caesar's body shook as he tried to figure out how to talk to his father. “Hey... Do you maybe I don’t know… wanna hang? After school?”

“Sure,” Mr. Diaz replied without much emotion.

Not being facial expressive in this family, the male Diaz didn’t show much emotion or even spoke much for that matter. You watched how Caesar smiled happily, for years Oscar was the only father figure to him. Meanwhile Oscar never really had a father figure.

“So where are you staying?” Oscar asked his father once his brother was out of the house.

He looked at his son replying before taking another dragg. “Here.”

In that moment Oscar stood up from the couch, you could feel how pissed off he was. You watched him walk towards the bedroom, leaving you alone with Mr. Diaz.

“He hates me,” he said with his voice low.

Another thing he had in common with his son was that his eyes spoke a thousand words.

You didn’t know how to speak to him or what to say, last time you saw this man was in 9th grade. “He-,” you cleared your throat, “I don’t know if he hates you or not… it's been years and honestly we haven’t talked about you in the past months.”

“Months?” he arched an eyebrow confused, “you two were inseparable when kids thought you were together all these years.”

“Not really,” you said standing up, “we broke up well-,” you shrugged, “I broke up with him when we graduated high school, I moved away for a couple years but I came back a couple months ago and now we are together again.”

Mr. Diaz nodded his head, “At least you found each other again.”

“Si…” you said getting distracted by a loud crash coming from the bedrooms, “Tengo que ir donde él… Hablamos más luego.”

The noise of bangs and things breaking became louder the more you reached the room. Once in front of the closed door, you took a big deep breath preparing yourself to see a very pissed off Oscar. Before you opened the door, the loud noises suddenly stopped. The first thing you noticed when you opened the door was all the broken glass on the floor. Your eyes scanned around the messy room until they met Oscar once again sitting by the edge of the bed in silence. Instantly you noticed the blood on his hands and had a small panic attack.

“Oscar!” You shouted quickly running into the bathroom for the first aid kit. This was one of the first things you bought when you moved in with him. You know that sooner or later you would need it and you weren’t wrong. Going back to him you knelt down between his legs, his eyes were stuck on the floor, filled with rage.

“Talk to me,” you looked into his eyes that were filled with suppressed tears. “Oscar… hablame.”

He hissed when you poured antiseptic over his cut, “Crap.”

“Exactly,” you glared at him, “Why were you breaking all this crap!?” Oscar rolled his eyes. “I saw that,” you told him as you continued to cover his cut.

“He hasn’t called or written for years and now he just comes back as if nothing ever happened?!” Oscar let out what was bothering him. “I-,” he clenched his jaw, “I hate him.”

“Don’t say that,” you looked into his eyes. “He- he wasn’t the best father but es tu papa.”

“I hate him, Y/N…” Oscar's eyes were full of rage.

You sighed, finishing up putting on the bandage and standing up. Today wasn’t supposed to be full of troubles from the past. It was supposed to be a chill day with your boyfriend. You were hoping to go on a date and have a normal Valentines day and you weren’t going to have less. Oscar and you needed an escape from the real world. “Let’s get out of here,” you told him.

He looked at you confused, “Que?”

“Let’s get out of here,” you said again, “is Valentine’s day for fucks sake. I am not letting your father’s return ruin this day.”

You could see how the rage in his eyes slowly burned out at the same time a small smirk formed on the corner of his lips. He sighed looking away for a second before standing up and holding you close.

“Tienes razon,” he said, “let’s get out of here.”

Both changed into new clothes and made an overnight bag. There weren’t plans made for today but you and Oscar were big fans of spontaneity. Something would come up and honestly being away from home sounded like a great idea at this moment. Oscar texted his brother letting him know he was going to be out for a day. You chuckled when he out-loud said “don’t do anything stupid” as he typed.

“You know that’s practically impossible,” you told him. The breeze of the coast made your hair fly with the air as your extremely hot man drove. “Those chamacos go from one stupid thing to another,” you continued, “we weren’t like that.”

“We were too busy having sex,” Oscar said, “in this car.”

You chuckled quickly looking at the backseat and reminiscing, “Ah, the old days but I’m pretty sure Caesar and Monse are doing something.”

Oscar’s face instantly looked so disgusted, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

You chuckled, “Es la verdad.”

“They broke up,” Oscar said.

“How many times did we break up cuando eramos chamacos?”

“Too many fucking times,” he let out.

Once again you chuckled, “And we always ended up back together… Those two are the fucking same.”

He smirked, deep down he was happy his little brother had someone. His eyes found yours again, “Where are we going?”

“There is this small inn by Santa Monica. The reviews said it is the perfect couples getaway.” You finished the sentence with a flirtatious wink. “We can be more traviesos.”

“I hope Caesar doesn’t get in any trouble while we’re down here,” he let out.

You caressed the back of Oscar's neck, smiling when he let his shoulders relax at your touch. “Everything is going to be fine,” you told him. “My sister is hanging out with them and if anything happens, we will be the first to know. Now can you just give me your all devoted attention and don’t think about your brother and his crazy friends…” You kissed his lips.

Oscar looked at your eyes for a second before turning his focus back to the road. For the rest of the hour you tried your best to take Oscar's mind off his father and his brother.

/ / /

“This is fucking nice,” Oscar let out putting his duffel bag on top of the white bed.

You chuckled, “Look at the view.”

He stood by you on the window holding you by the waist and taking in the beautiful sight of the beach. “Thank you,” he whispered in your ear.

“For what?” you smiled.

“You make everything better,” he said, “if it wasn’t for you this day would have fucking sucked but you… you made it better.”

It was a rare thing for him to be so spoken of his feelings but God how much you loved it when these unusual moments happened. Without hesitating you kissed his lips.

“I got an idea,” he stopped kissing you. “We need to get ready.”

You certainly loved surprises and even more when coming from him. For tonight you decided to wear a white dress with high heel sandals. You wore your hair natural just like your make up only adding a bright red lipstick.

“Wow,” you let out when you saw Oscar walking out of the bathroom. He was wearing a white button long sleeve shirt and khaki pants with his converse. You smiled taking in how handsome he looked. “You look hot.”

He smiled for you, “Tu tambien mamas’,” he walked around you, “I’m so lucky.”

You got closer to him, “Yes you are,” kissing him.

He held your hand as you two walked through the streets of Santa Monica. The fresh air coming from the ocean was salty and so pleasant. You followed Oscar lead down the streets until you two got to a small restaurant by the beach.

“Una mesa para dos,” Oscar spoke to the hostess.

She smiled and showed you two the way to a small table outside. The sounds of the waves in the background played better than any song. There was a small candle on the table, lighting bright enough to see Oscar’s eyes on you. Moments like this when there could be a million people around and his eyes were always on you. These were the moments you felt like the only woman in this world.

“This is nice,” you told him, “unusual for us but nice.”

“Our usual dates involve shrimp tacos and watching movies at home,” he said reading the menu.

“I love those dates too,” you said.

Instantly he looked up from the menu and winked giving you a small smirk. “But sadly those are postponed until nuevo aviso because my father decided to just come home after a fucking decade.”

You sighed, “Oscar can we just forget about your dad for one night?”

“You’re right,” he sighed, “Perdon.”

“He told me he thinks you hate him,” you couldn’t help but ignore your own words and talk about his father. Instantly he shot a ‘are you serious?’ glare at you. Innocently you shrugged, “Sorry pero you started.”

“I do hate him,” he said with no remorse.

“Why?”

Oscar put the menu to the side, leaning backwards and crossing his arms onto his chest. “I wrote letters to him,” he began to say. You could feel the sadness in his tone, “for years I wrote and called… You know what I got in return? Nothing.” He placed both of his elbows on the table, holding his hands onto a tight fist. You placed your hand on top of his, “When he left I was a kid but I had to grow up and be a father for my little brother without knowing what a father was. Maybe if he had kept contact or replied to my letter maybe I wouldn’t have turned out so fucked up but he didn’t and here I am… A fucking mess.”

“Hey,” you hold his chin up, “we’re all a fucking mess but it’s just life, you did the best you could and Caesar has turned out good.”

Oscar clenched his jaw, “I guess… I only had one normal while growing up though.”

“What?” You were curious about what his answer would be.

His eyes disappeared into a thin line as his smile grew bigger, “You.”

You giggled with happiness, “Baby I ain’t that normal.”

“You are,” he holds your hand softly caressing it, “I love you.”

You leaned forward kissing his perfect lips and whispering, “I love you too.”

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[isolemnlyswearpevensie]

Thunder’s Getting Louder | Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy

Time/Era: Modern/High School AU

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Y/N and Edmund are best friends until he comes over to help her with college applications. 

Request: Hello!! Im was wondering if you could write and Edmund x reader where they are best friends and one of them has tiktok and then they make the "kiss your best friend" 👉👈 I don't know if I explain it well hehe but if you need and example I can send it to you or if you really don't know what it is do as you please 😅

A/N: Thank you for the request :D I hope you enjoyed! Lmk what you think :)

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Being in your last year of school before University is a storm; the whirlwind of applications and tests, the rain of sadness when it comes to leaving your friends, and the thundering excitement of your heart. Y/N’s mind was constantly a hurricane of teenage emotion. 

While she may be the hurricane, her best friend, Edmund Pevensie, was the eye of the storm. No matter what Edmund was faced with, his mind seemed to always be clear and his actions were well thought out. Not only that, but he got early acceptance to his dream college and a weighty scholarship to aid his studies. Early acceptance meant very little stress on his mind and more time to enjoy his final year to it’s fullest. 

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Edmund asked, shoving a forkful of salad into his mouth. His long legs stretched under the lunch table and crossed at the ankles lazily. 

“Nothing, I’m just trying to read the text on this Tik Tok, it overlaps with the caption,” Y/N twiddled her thumb over the screen, trying to make out the message. Edmund laughs carelessly and snatches the phone out of his friend’s hand. He presses the power button with his thumb before places the iPhone facedown on the table. 

“Tik Tok is going to melt your brain, you know. Then there won’t be anything going on in there.” Y/N rolls her eyes and takes a bite from her sandwich. 

“Don’t look at me with that judge mental look in your eye, Pevensie! Maybe you should get addicted to the app like the rest of us!”

“I would but I’d like to keep my brain un-melted.” Edmund took another bite of his salad and a big gulp of his water. “I might need it for next year.” 

Y/N huffed playfully and rolled her eyes. “Ah, right, my bad. I forgot you’re some sort of super genius. Silly me!” Edmund leaned his elbows on the table and shot an amused look at Y/N. “A genius who has eaten a salad for lunch every day since he was 12.” 

“Hey! They’re good, thank you very much!” 

“Live a little, Ed. Eat some ice cream for a change! Download Tik Tok! Run around town naked! I don’t know!” Y/N threw her hands into the air 

Edmund choked on his lettuce, “I am NOT running around town naked!” 

“You’re missing the point!” 

“I don’t think there is a point, Y/N.” 

“Come on, people would eat you up! You have a cute face and girls love cute faces!” Edmund’s cheeks reddened considerably and he reached for his water again. 

“I don’t want them to eat me up, Y/N.” His voice came out as a squeak. 

“Why not? I’d personally love to watch your videos. I’d be your number one fan,” 

“You already are my number one fan,” Edmund smiled shyly towards Y/N. “Anyway, how’s the applications going?” 

Y/N groaned and piled up her trash. “Ugh, don’t even remind me. I have no idea what I’m supposed to write.” 

“I could come by yours after school to help if you want? Maybe that could help ease the storm inside your mind a little.” Edmund took Y/N’s trash and placed it with his own. A large smile graced her face and she nodded enthusiastically. 

“You always know exactly what to do to help, Ed. Thank you.”

Edmund beamed as the bell rang. 

~

You received a message 

You received a message

It was Y/N’s study hall period, so she was trying to get a jump start on her college essays. Y/N glanced at her phone before opening her notifications. One of her friends had sent her a video on Tik Tok.  

this reminds me of you and edmund. 

The video was of a pair of teens, probably a year or so younger than Y/N. The girl in the video was trying to teach the boy a dance while the song Electric Love was playing in the background. When the chorus starts, the girl cupped the boy’s cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. Y/N scrunched her eyebrows as she read over the caption: decided to try the kissing my best friend trend. now were dating #fyp 

Y/N watched the video for a second time. 

why is this me and edmund?

Y/N watched the video for a third time. 

you know why, Y/N. 

By this point, Y/N had watched the video so many times she practically had it memorized; she envied the girl in the video. How did she have so much courage to kiss her best friend? How would Edmund react if she did that? 

Y/N’s thumbed hovered over the sound icon; she needed to see more of these videos. As she clicked the sound, Y/N realized there were hundreds of videos of girls kissing their boy best friends. Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek and scrolled, the hurricane in her head growing more intense. 

Horror stories of Edmund rejecting her or laughing in her face played through her mind. But, still, Y/N couldn’t stop scrolling until the final bell rang. 

~

“My brain is fried, Ed. Can we take a break?” Y/N looked up from her laptop and groaned. They had been working on her applications for nearly two hours and her eyes were beginning to sting from the harsh screen light. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. We’ve made a lot of progress,” Edmund smiled and sat next to Y/N on her bed. She glanced at his side profile and admired the curve of his jaw. It was so sharp and defined, Y/N couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to trail kisses up and down it. “What? Is there something on my face?” 

Y/N’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “No, I was just wondering what my chances of you saying yes to making a Tik Tok with me were.” 

“Slim to zero,” He responded, deadpanned. 

“Oh, so there’s a slim chance?” Y/N could feel her heart thumping in her chest. The thunder in her mind storm was so loud, she could have sworn Edmund could hear it. 

“Will it make you stop bugging me about that stupid app?” 

“Yes!” 

Edmund sighed, “Fine, just one. What do I have to do?” 

Y/N stood from her bed and gestured to the open floor space. “Just stand here. I’m, uh, gonna teach you a dance.” Y/N took a deep breath as she set up her phone, clicked the sound, and pressed play. 

Electric Love started playing through the speakers as Y/N began to dance lamely. Edmund, oblivious, started to copy her movements. Y/N’s heart was going a mile a minute and her legs shook under the harsh vibrations of the thunder. She still had a few seconds to chicken out if she wanted. 

Y/N turned towards Edmund and he had the cutest focused expression on his face. His eyebrows were scrunched in thought and his lips were pierced as he tried his best to mimic Y/N’s movements. She took a step closer to him, which he copied, and scanned his facial features. His pink lips were plump and slightly parted, his cheeks held a slight blush and his skin was smooth and perfect. 

Y/N took a final deep breath and pressed her lips to his. 

The music faded out of existence and the world grew blurry; the only sensation she could feel was Edmund’s chapped lips pressed against hers. The kiss was soft and contained, like a gentle rain shower, until his hands found her waist and everything accelerated. Lighting bolts of electricity flowed through their veins, making a single shiver travel down their spines. 

Y/N’s senses were flooded with nothing but Edmund; the familiar taste of coffee on his lips, the smell of mint, the soft material of his shirt, and way his hair ticked her forehead. No one but her and the boy she loved existed at that moment.

Edmund pulled away and looked down at her with his chocolate brown eyes. Y/N had never experienced that look in his eyes, and something about it made her want to experience it over and over. 

“It’s about time,” Edmund mutters, his thumb stroking the skin of Y/N’s waist. He dipped his head down again, catching her lips in another electric kiss.