#one of them was my crush for years and years. surreal to meet him again while out w my bf

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ran into three old highschool classmates while grocery shopping. there it is again that funny feeling

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

This adds for the scene in this chapter lmfaoooo

A/N: Welcome back for an exciting new chapter! This chapter was so fun to write. As always the previous chapters are linked as well. You guys dont want to miss the next chapter as it's gonna be an action pact chapter while also a serious talk needs to be had between Sanji and Y/N. Now grab your snacks and let's dive right in. Y/N really is flirty and maybe even more than our favorite lovesick cook, but all's fair in love and war right ;). 

Y/N is an established pirate and a formidable warrior, with the third highest bounty in the Straw Hat crew. She's not just another member; her strength and skills have earned her a respected spot among the crew.

Sanji, our favorite lovesick cook, falls head over heels for Y/N almost immediately. True to his nature, he tries every trick in the book to catch her attention, from cooking her favorite meals to showering her with compliments. On the other hand, Y/N may have a small crush on Sanji, but she’s cautious and focused on her goals as a pirate.

As the story progresses, that small crush gradually blossoms into something more profound, but their journey together won't be easy. With the chaos of the New World looming, the dangers they face will test their bond and loyalty to each other. Will their love be strong enough to survive the trials ahead, or will the perils of their pirate life tear them apart?

Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster filled with angst, action, and a dash of romance. I'm thrilled to take you on this adventure with Y/N, Sanji, and the rest of the Straw Hat crew!

Word Count: 6.7K 

Sanji x reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece x reader 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8 (Here)

Chapter 8: A New Era: Coming Back to Sabaody 

Y/N POV.. 

The ship gently rocked as it neared Sabaody Archipelago, the familiar sight of the bustling islands growing closer with each passing second. I stood by the rail, the wind ruffling my hair as I gazed out at the archipelago. It felt surreal that two years had flown by so quickly. The memories of our departure seemed like they had happened just yesterday.

"Y/N," John’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to see him approaching with a warm smile. "We’ll be arriving in Sabaody in about five minutes."

"Thank you for the update," I replied, my smile matching his. I turned back to the view, a sense of anticipation building within me.

John continued, his tone shifting slightly. "Bummer that Sam couldn’t be here. I wonder what important business he needed to attend?"

"I'm sure it’s something significant," I said, nodding. John's hand rested gently on my shoulder, offering comfort. "But he did want to give you this."

He produced a small box from his pocket and handed it to me. I carefully opened it to reveal a delicate gold anklet. My eyes widened in awe. "Sam, he really shouldn't have..."

John watched as I admired the anklet. "He also left you a letter. He wanted you to read it."

I took the letter from John, unfolding it with a mix of curiosity and excitement. The letter read:

"My dearest Y/N,

The anklet is meant to enhance your strength and agility. When you stomp your foot down, the anklet will channel the energy to give you a powerful force, a move I like to call the 'Tremor Strike.' This will give your attacks a seismic impact, useful for both offense and defense. Until we meet again, Princess.

Love, S"

I marveled at the letter, feeling a swell of emotion. Sam’s thoughtfulness was touching. I immediately unfastened the anklet and secured it around my ankle. Following Sam’s instructions, I prepared to test out the new move.

As you focused on the energy within you, the tension in the air seemed to thicken. With a deep breath, you lifted your foot, feeling the power of the anklet coursing through you.

Bringing your foot down with determined force, the ground beneath you quivered. A powerful shockwave rippled outward from the point of impact, making the boat tremble slightly. The force of the "Tremor Strike" was palpable, and you could feel the energy surge through you, confirming the effectiveness of Sam's gift.

The others on the boat watched in awe as the shockwave dissipated, leaving a faint echo of its power behind. They exchanged impressed glances, clearly taken aback by the raw strength and precision of your new move. The boat remained stable, and the ripple effect gradually subsided, showcasing the impressive impact of the Tremor Strike.

A grin spread across my face as I felt the surge of strength and control the anklet provided. "This is incredible," I said, looking at John with excitement. 

"Looks like you’re having fun," a familiar voice interrupted. I turned to see the King. His old demeanor of regal formality was no longer present; instead, he was smiling warmly at me, his expression filled with genuine happiness. 

"Just as we were about to dock and I was ready to get off, the King grabbed my wrists and spun me around. "Princess," he said with adoration, though there was also a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if he wished he could accompany me on my journey. I had promised him and his men that I would return and bring my friends along.

"You know I don’t like being called Princess, Your Majesty," I teased.

"I know," the King replied with a smile, "but we gifted you that title because you earned it and showed tremendous growth over the last two years. I wanted to give you these gifts."

He handed me the first gift, a beautifully crafted sword. It wasn’t just any sword—it was adorned with various gems and crystals, each one catching the light in a dazzling display.

"King, you really don’t have to. The training and staying on your island was more than enough for me," I said, overwhelmed by his generosity.

"No, but this is from me," he insisted. "You will need it if you want to be a formidable warrior, one that others will fear."

I stared at the sword in awe. "Tell me, this isn’t what I think it is!!!" I gasped.

The King’s grin widened. "Yes, Y/N. This is the 'Elemental Crescent.' We modified it to fit your needs. Each gem on the handle serves a purpose: the red gem channels fire, the blue gem channels ice, and the yellow gem channels light. This means if you ever face Kizaru again, you will be equally matched with his Devil Fruit powers. We know about your encounter with him here in Sabaody. We couldn’t believe you stood up to him, injured and all, but that’s what made you a force to be reckoned with."

He continued, "The sword is designed to be wielded by only you. If anyone tries to snatch it or use it, they’ll be shocked by a series of electrical charges. It also acts as a shield—if an enemy tries to pull a stunt, the sword will protect you until you activate it."

I couldn’t help but tease, "So, say we get hit by cannonballs—something small, you know. How will I activate the sword?"

The King chuckled. "You press on them and wield it as a regular sword. If you want to, for instance, send the cannonballs back or even destroy them, you click on the gem you wish to activate, and it’ll block the cannonball and send it right back with your chosen gem's power."

I looked up in awe, absorbing every detail. "And what’s the second gift?"

The King’s eyes twinkled as he handed me a small box. I opened it carefully, revealing two gold rings, one for each hand. My eyes widened in surprise. "Are these...?"

"Yes, they are Y/N," the King confirmed with a nod. "The ring with the chain attached is meant for your right hand. When clenched, it will give you the strength of ten men. And if you make a knuckle guard, your right hand will produce electricity, perfect for any offensive move."

I stared at the rings in awe. "But I thought—"

The King interrupted gently, "The left ring, which is meant to be worn on your pinky, has its own special function. Why don’t you try it?"

With a nod, I slipped the ring onto my left pinky. The moment it touched my skin, I felt a strange tingle that traveled all the way up my arm and down to my legs. The sensation was exhilarating.

"Now, run," the King instructed.

I dashed forward, my legs moving with a speed I had never experienced before. It felt like I was propelled by an unseen force, racing across the ground in mere seconds.

"Now jump!" the King commanded.

I leaped into the air, and to my astonishment, I felt as though I was producing a form of skywalk. I hovered momentarily before landing smoothly, my heart racing from the adrenaline and surprise.

Looking up at the King, my eyes wide, I gasped, "This is incredible! I didn’t know I could move like this!"

The King’s smile was warm and approving. "You’ve earned these gifts, Y/N. Use them well. And remember, I’ll be here cheering you on from afar. Don’t forget to visit, and bring your friends along too."

In a burst of gratitude, I ran straight towards the King, wrapping him in a heartfelt hug. “Thank you so much,” I said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. His blush was faint but noticeable, making me giggle with a sense of satisfaction and warmth.

With a final wave, I stepped off the boat and pulled out my vivre card. Following its guidance, I set my course toward Rayleigh. As I walked away, John and the King, along with the soldiers, waved their goodbyes.

John turned to the King with a thoughtful expression. “Your Majesty, you never told Y/N what would happen if someone were to take her rings off.”

The King’s eyes twinkled with a knowing smile. “Good. Let those who try figure that out for themselves.”

He smirked as he watched me walk further away from the ship, the excitement of new possibilities ahead and the warmth of parting gifts still lingering in my heart.

Sanji POV…

I finally landed on Sabaody Archipelago, the familiar chaos of the island greeting me with a mix of nostalgia and relief. "I never thought I'd miss this place again," I muttered, a cigarette dangling from my lips. The scent of the bustling streets and the myriad of characters brought back memories of our previous visit.

As I scanned through the streets, my heart skipped a beat when I caught sight of a group of beautiful women nearby. My eyes widened in awe. "Women! Real women!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with both excitement and longing. "How I’ve missed your delicate features, no stubble, no hairy legs—just honest-to-goodness women!"

With renewed enthusiasm, I made my way toward them, ready to proclaim my appreciation for the finer things in life. "I need lady!" I called out, my voice echoing through the street.

But before I could get too carried away, a voice stopped me in my tracks. "Sanji, dear."

The spell was broken as I turned to see one of Iva's candy men winking at me. My fantasy shattered in an instant. "Looks like this is the end, but we will meet again someday," the candy man said with a playful grin.

"Fat chance!" I retorted, annoyed. "Say hi to Iva for me, but go away!"

I dashed away from the unwelcome distraction, focusing on what really mattered. "I’m on my way, Nami, Robin, my love! Y/N, baby, your prince is finally here!" I shouted, a sense of determination propelling me forward as I made my way to reunite with my friends.

Y/N POV… 

I stood in front of Shakky’s Rip Off Bar, looking up at the familiar sign. "Made it to Grove 13," I muttered to myself with a smile. The excitement of being back in Sabaody mingled with my anticipation of reuniting with familiar faces.

I glanced at my new weapons—the Elemental Crescent sword strapped securely to my back and the gold rings on my fingers. Deciding to test the pinky ring's capabilities once more, I clenched my left hand and sprinted up the steps with lightning speed. The sensation of super-speed was exhilarating, and I managed to cover the steps in record time. As I reached the top, I unclenched my hand and opened the door to the bar.

Inside, I was greeted by Shakky, who looked up from behind the counter with a warm smile. "Shakky, how are you?!" I asked, my voice full of enthusiasm.

Shakky’s eyes widened with delight as she took in my new look. "My, my, look what we have here," she said, her gaze taking in my outfit. "You’re looking fantastic. That outfit really sends a powerful message."

I couldn’t help but smile at her praise. My new outfit—a fitted cropped white shirt with three buttons casually undone, a short skirt, and ankle-heeled boots—was designed for both style and practicality. Training had sculpted my body, and my hair now reached mid-back in soft waves, a significant change from its previous length.

I remembered the advice King had given me about my hair during our training. It was one night, after a particularly grueling session, that Sam and I had a conversation about it.

Flashback:

"Your hair is becoming a liability," King had said sternly as he inspected my progress. "Enemies will grab it easily and use it against you."

I nodded, frustration evident on my face. "I understand, but I don’t want to cut it too short. It’s been a part of me for so long."

That night, sitting in the moonlit courtyard with Sam, I expressed my concerns. "Sam, I think I need to cut my hair. It’s just too much of a hindrance."

Sam looked at me with a mix of sympathy and resolve. "If that’s what you think is best, I’ll do it. Your safety is more important."

With a determined nod, I agreed. Sam carefully trimmed my hair into a bob, knowing it would grow back in time. The change was drastic, but it was a necessary step in my growth. Two years later, my hair had grown back, but now it was more manageable and suited my new style.

End Flashback:

Returning to the present, I looked at Shakky, who seemed to appreciate the change. "Training wasn’t easy, but it was worth it," I said, lightly touching my now manageable hair. "Who arrived first, if I may ask?"

Shakky smiled knowingly. "That would be Zoro."

I nearly spit out the liquor I had just sipped. "ZORO?!" I exclaimed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "He barely knows where he’s heading—how did he manage to come first?" I took another sip, still in disbelief.

Shakky chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. "Honestly, Rayleigh and I were shocked too. But yes, Zoro made it here first. Then came Nami, and you happen to be third. The others should be arriving shortly."

I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips. "Well, in that case, I’ll go find Nami. I’ve missed her so much! And while I’m at it, I’ll do some shopping along the way."

Shakky laughed softly. "I’ll let the others know you made it safely. Take care out there."

"Thank you, Shakky," I said, finishing the last sip of my drink. I placed the glass down on the counter and stood up, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. With a final wave, I headed back out into town, eager to reunite with my crewmates and explore the bustling streets of Sabaody once more.

After finishing your shopping spree, you decided that a quick drink would be the perfect way to unwind. As you made your way to a nearby bar, the sudden sound of a gunshot from inside caught your attention, immediately setting your senses on high alert. Cautiously, you peeked inside, trying to assess the situation before making your presence known.

Inside the bar, you noticed a group of impostors pretending to be the Straw Hat Pirates. Among them was someone dressed as Luffy, while others poorly mimicked Nami, Usopp, and Franky. They were boasting loudly, claiming to be all-powerful. Your eyes narrowed as you spotted the fake Nami, a short woman, approaching the real Nami, who was sitting alone at a table. The fake Nami tried to assert her dominance, demanding that the real Nami sit with their "captain."

Rage welled up inside you, and you fought to keep your right hand from clenching. Now was the perfect time to intervene. With a calm but determined stride, you pushed open the bar doors and walked confidently inside. As you approached the real Nami, you deliberately bumped the fake Nami out of the way, sitting down next to your crewmate.

The fake Nami, clearly angered, cocked her gun and aimed it at you. "Just who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?" she sneered.

You smirked, finding her tenacity mildly amusing but far from intimidating. "No, but do you know who I am?" you replied with a hint of menace in your voice. Without waiting for a response, you clenched your right hand and delivered a powerful punch to her face, sending her flying across the room into her "crew." Smoke filled the bar as their table shattered under the impact, and they all crumpled to the ground from the force of your attack.

"Thanks, King," you muttered under your breath, unclenching your hand to deactivate the power.

Turning back to the bar, you casually asked the shaken bartender, "Can you get my friend and me a nice cocktail, please?"

Finally, you turned to face Nami, who had been watching the whole scene unfold. "Y/N!" she exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across her face.

"Hows it going, Nami!" you replied, beaming as you both embraced each other, jumping up and down in excitement. You couldn't help but admire how much both of you had grown and changed since you last saw each other.

Just as you were about to settle down, the fake Straw Hats began to stir, clearly intent on seeking revenge. You instinctively reached for your sword, ready to deal with them again, when a voice from the side called out, "Special attack Green Star—Devil!"

A plant-based creature suddenly sprang to life, attacking the fake Straw Hats with surprising force. You immediately recognized the handiwork—it was Usopp! Without hesitation, you and Nami ran over to him, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"Usopp! Look at you! You've changed so much! And those muscles!" you exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

Usopp laughed, returning the embrace. "It's great to see you guys too!"

"Let's get out of here," Nami suggested, grabbing your bags. Usopp hurried to gather his things, but not before Nami unleashed a new technique of her own, showcasing just how much she'd grown as well.

Sanji POV…

"Moss-head was here first!" I exclaimed, disbelief lacing my words as I sat down on the bar stool. I couldn’t believe it—Zoro, the guy who couldn't find his way out of a paper bag, was the first one to make it back to Sabaody. "After that came Nami, Y/N, then Franky, Usopp, and Chopper," Shakky explained, her voice calm as always.

"Y/N?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat. "She's here?!"

"Yes, she is," Rayleigh chimed in, flipping through the newspaper with a casual air. "And I have to say, she’s transformed so much since the last time we saw her."

Rayleigh continued, mentioning Brooke’s concert for the islanders and the fact that I was the last one to arrive. Almost everyone was here and safe. The only ones left were Robin and Luffy. Relief washed over me knowing the crew was slowly coming back together.

"Hey, Shakky, do you… by any chance know where I can find Y/N?" I asked, trying to sound casual even though anxiety bubbled inside me. I had something important to tell her, something I couldn't keep to myself any longer.

Shakky looked at me knowingly, a small smile playing on her lips. "She mentioned she was going to find Nami and do some shopping. I’d try looking around there."

"Perfect," I said, nodding with determination. I stood up, ready to head out, but then paused. If I was going to find Y/N, it wouldn’t hurt to stock up on some ingredients as well. After all, a good meal was always the best way to celebrate a reunion. With a plan in mind, I left the bar, my thoughts focused on finding Y/N and finally getting a chance to talk to her. 

Y/N POV… 

"Huh! You're kidding?" Nami's eyes widened in surprise as she listened to my story. "So you trained on an all-male island, and the king gifted you these weapons and jewels too?"

I nodded, smiling as I saw the sparkle in her eyes at the mention of jewels. "Yes, I did. But only I can wear and use them. If someone else tries, well... let’s just say they’ll regret it. The king was very clear about that," I said with a playful smirk. "But honestly, the training was worth it. King treated me really well."

Nami’s eyes gleamed as she leaned in closer, almost whispering, "Jewels, huh? And powerful ones too! You’re so lucky, Y/N!"

Usopp laughed, "Man, Sanji is going to be extremely jealous when he hears about this."

At the mention of Sanji, I halted my steps and looked down, the smile fading from my face. "Sanji, huh... He owes me a long explanation for the stunt he pulled two years ago. Don’t think I’ve forgotten," I said, feeling anger bubbling up inside me. The memories of him kissing me and then launching me at Luffy, and the sight of our friends disappearing right before my eyes, especially being the second to go—it all came rushing back.

Nami and Usopp exchanged a glance, both knowing the weight of what had happened. Nami quickly changed the subject, her tone lightening. "Let’s continue shopping! There’s so much to see!" She grinned, pulling Usopp along towards a nearby shop.

Laughing, I waved them off. "You two go ahead. I’ll walk around for a bit and catch up with you at the ship!"

As they walked off, I continued down the street, lost in thought about Sanji. What did he look like now? Had he changed, or was he still the same flirtatious cook I remembered? Just then, I bumped into something solid, stumbling backward.

Before I could fall, a strong hand caught me. "Sorry, Y/N," a familiar voice said, pulling me back into the moment.

I looked up and saw none other than Zoro standing there. "Zoro!" I exclaimed, immediately running into his arms, wrapping my legs around him as I hugged him tightly. "Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s you! You’ve gotten so strong, and you look good too," I added with a wink, feeling a bit of flirtation slip out.

Zoro smirked, returning the hug before setting me down. "Thanks. You’re looking pretty strong yourself, but you know, a certain cook might be even madder if he saw us like this."

I laughed, "Let him be mad! He has some explaining to do anyway."

Zoro chuckled, "He sure does. But I wouldn’t mind seeing him squirm a bit."

Zoro's smirk deepened as he looked at me, and I could see that familiar glint in his eyes. "You know, Y/N, you’ve really changed. Not just the hair and the weapons. There’s something different about you," he said, his voice lowering a bit as if he were trying to figure out exactly what it was.

I tilted my head, smiling. "Good different or bad different?"

"Good," Zoro said without hesitation. "Stronger. More confident. It suits you."

I blushed slightly at his words, but I couldn’t resist teasing him a little. "Careful, Zoro. If you keep saying things like that, people might think you actually care."

Zoro’s eyes followed me as I started to walk away, and I couldn’t help but add a little extra sway to my hips, just to see if I could get a reaction. Sure enough, when I glanced back, I caught him looking. His gaze quickly shifted away, but not before I saw a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Enjoying the view, Zoro?" I teased, stopping in my tracks and turning to face him, a playful smirk on my lips.

Zoro’s eyes narrowed, though I could tell he was trying to play it cool. "Maybe I am. Got a problem with that?"

"Not at all," I replied, stepping closer to him, closing the distance between us. "In fact, I might even say I like it."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my boldness. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N."

I leaned in just a bit, my voice dropping to a whisper. "I like a little danger. Keeps things interesting."

Zoro’s expression faltered for just a moment, his usual stoic demeanor slipping as he looked down at me. There was a heat in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I’d hit a nerve. He was trying to stay composed, but I could see the crack in his armor.

"You better be careful," Zoro muttered, his voice a little rougher, "or someone might think you’re serious."

I chuckled softly, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. "Who says I’m not?"

Zoro’s breath hitched slightly, but he quickly recovered, placing his hand over mine. His touch was warm, and for a moment, I could feel the tension between us. "You’re gonna drive that cook crazy, you know that?"

I laughed, stepping back just enough to keep the tension but not break the moment. "Maybe that’s the point. Besides, a little jealousy might do him some good."

Zoro’s lips twitched into a smirk. "You’re wicked, you know that?"

"Only when I need to be," I shot back, giving him a playful wink. "But don’t worry, Zoro. I wouldn’t want to make you jealous, too."

He scoffed, but there was a light in his eyes that told me he wasn’t entirely unaffected. "I’m not the jealous type."

"We’ll see about that," I said, turning on my heel and giving him a final wave as I started to walk away. "Catch you later, Zoro. Try not to miss me too much."

Zoro chuckled, shaking his head as he watched me go. "No promises, Y/N."

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Zoro disappear into the distance, still feeling the thrill of our little exchange. Just as I turned the corner, my eyes caught sight of a familiar white bear standing in the crowd. "Bepo?" I called out in surprise.

Bepo's ears perked up at the sound of his name, and when he saw me, his face lit up with excitement. "Y/N!" he called out, rushing over to me with his usual clumsy enthusiasm. "How are you?"

Before I could answer, Penguin and Shachi joined us, both grinning as they watched Bepo try to gather his thoughts. The big polar bear seemed unusually flustered, which only made the scene more endearing.

"Captain Law wanted me to give you these!" Bepo finally managed, holding out an arrangement of stunning roses. They were a mix of white and red, beautifully arranged with a small note tucked between the petals.

"Bepo, these are so sweet," I said, touched by the gesture. The flowers were exquisite, and I could only imagine Law’s expression as he picked them out. My fingers traced over the note, curious about what he might have written.

"Captain said they were important," Bepo added, a bit more shyly now.

curiosity got the better of me. I carefully unfolded the small note tucked between the roses, eager to see what Law had written.

Been a while since we last saw each other. Think of me every time you see these flowers. Looking forward to seeing you soon, Princess.

—Law

My cheeks immediately flushed as I read the words, the nickname "Princess" sending a wave of warmth through me. How did he... I wondered, feeling a mix of surprise and flattery. I glanced up from the note, my eyes meeting Bepo's, who was watching me with an innocent, expectant look.

"Bepo..." I began, my voice a little softer, "How did he know...?"

Bepo shifted on his feet, clearly trying to hold back his excitement. "Captain Law is very observant," he said, his voice almost a whisper, as if he was revealing a secret. "He said you might like them."

I couldn’t help but smile, my heart skipping a beat at the thought of Law thinking about me enough to send such a thoughtful gesture. "Well, he was right," I said, feeling a bit bashful. "Thank you for bringing these to me, Bepo. It means a lot."

Bepo beamed, clearly happy with the success of his mission. "I’m glad you like them, Y/N! The captain will be too!"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady the fluttering in my chest. "Make sure to tell him that, okay? And remind him that he’s going to owe me more than just flowers next time."

Bepo nodded enthusiastically, his tail wagging slightly. "I’ll tell him!"

With one last smile, I waved to Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi before turning to head back toward Grove 13, the note still clutched in my hand. The thought of Law’s words stayed with me, making me blush every time they crossed my mind. Looking forward to seeing you soon, Princess. The words echoed, making me feel both excited and a little nervous about our inevitable reunion. As I made my way through the bustling streets, I spotted Franky and Robin in the distance, already aboard the ship. They waved back at me, and I couldn’t wait to share the news of my encounters with them. 

Sanji POV… 

““You idiot! How did you manage to confuse ships?" I spat, blowing a puff of smoke from my cigarette. My patience was wearing thin as I glared at Zoro. "And on top of that, you cut a pirate ship in half too!"

Zoro shot me a sharp look, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword. "Hey, moron! It’s not my fault that those idiots didn’t get out of the way in time," he barked back, clearly unfazed by my anger.

"You’re such a reckless bastard," I snapped, jabbing a finger in his direction. "I swear, one of these days your brain is going to get you into a situation your swords can't fix!"

Zoro scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "At least I don’t go around drooling over every woman I see. Speaking of which, I ran into Y/N earlier."

My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, the cigarette almost falling from my lips. "You... you saw Y/N?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Zoro smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Yeah, I did. She's looking even better than before, if you can believe it. Stronger too. She even gave me a little... warm welcome, if you know what I mean." He chuckled, and I could see the gleam in his eye as he remembered the encounter. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s been thinking about me."

Jealousy flared up inside me, my grip tightening on the cigarette as I imagined him and Y/N together, flirting, laughing. My blood boiled at the thought. Y/N and Zoro? No way in hell.

"That’s it, moss-head! You want to fight? Let’s do it!" I shouted, my foot slamming down, cracking the ground beneath me. "I trained these legs on the shores of Hell for two years!

Zoro grinned, his hand gripping his sword as he took a step forward. "Oh yeah? Well, you’re gonna need those legs to start running because I’m about to cut you in half!"

The tension between us was electric, and for a moment, it felt like we might actually come to blows. But as much as I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face, a part of me held back. Y/N... would she really fall for this idiot? The thought nagged at me, making my heart ache with uncertainty. When I see her again, will it be the same as before? Or has something changed?

The bickering continued, but my mind was elsewhere, wondering if Y/N would still look at me the way she used to. Would she still smile that special smile just for me? Or had someone else already stolen her heart? 

Y/N POV… 

After arriving at the Sunny, I quickly made my way to Robin and Franky, hugging them tightly. "It’s so good to see you both! You’ve changed so much!” I exclaimed, taking in how much stronger and more confident they seemed.

Franky chuckled, his usual grin in place. "You’re not looking too shabby yourself, Y/N. What have you been up to?"

I laughed, glancing at the group. "Oh, just a little training and a few surprises." My eyes fell on Usopp, who was struggling to carry an impressive stack of shopping bags. I couldn’t help but laugh. "Usopp, looks like you went a little overboard, huh?"

Usopp grinned sheepishly. "Well, a guy’s gotta look his best, right?"

Nami was next, and I embraced her warmly. Just as I was about to let go, I noticed her eyes fall on the bouquet of roses next to me. Her smirk widened, and she raised an eyebrow. "So... I see you and Sanji have made up?"

I stood up from the embrace with Chopper, picking up the roses and holding them out. "Oh, these aren’t from Sanji."

Nami’s eyes widened in surprise. "They’re not?"

I shook my head, a smile creeping onto my face as a blush warmed my cheeks. "Nope, they’re actually from Law."

The group gasped in unison. "LAW?!" they exclaimed, their eyes wide with shock. Robin giggled, clearly amused by the reaction.

"Yeah," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the blush. "It’s been a while since we last saw each other. The note said to think of him every time I see the flowers and that he’s looking forward to seeing me soon."

Nami’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. "So, you and Law...?"

I shrugged, a smile tugging at my lips as I admired the beautiful roses. "Let’s just say these flowers mean a lot."

Just then, my transponder snail buzzed with an urgent message from Shakky and Rayleigh. "Luffy’s here, but so are the Marines. We need to move the Sunny to Grove 42 to catch up with him."

Franky immediately took charge. "I’ll inform Sanji and Zoro through the transponder snail I gave Sanji. We need to make sure they know where to meet us."

Chopper, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward. "I’ll help bring the remaining crew back, with some help from my friends at the Birdy Kingdom."

"I’d like to go too," I said, determination in my voice. "I want to be there for my captain and help bring the other two knuckleheads back as well."

The group agreed, and Chopper and I set off together. As we made our way to find Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro before the Marines could reach them, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. 

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. So… Y/N and Law ayeee Lmfaoooo, Sanji def got some competition. And that talk is about to be much for both of them, but it needs to be said. The Card law wrote thoo who knew he was the romantic type! And you flirt with Zoro LMFAOO Zoro and Sanji bickering as usual, and now the gifts given to you by the King are honestly such a great touch for your journey. Tomorrow's Chapter is about to be so juicy and good! Yall dont want to miss this. Thank you guys for following, and interacting with the story. Thank you for the likes as well! See you guys tomorrow for more!

[yuniniverse]

Hey I wanted to say i lovee your writing and can i request a junmin imagine where the reader and junmin meet through like a dance class it starts as junmin see u cry or the opposite idk u choose and they become close after that and all sorry for saying a lot btw i realllyyyyy love all of the work u did its sooo good

PAIRING !  ━ park junmin x gn reader

GENRE !  ━ angst (happy ending!), fluffy at the end(maybe too fluffy?), just two dancers that are head over heels over e/o

WORD COUNT !  ━ 1.7401k

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ this was way too long than it should've TvT also ty for requesting love ! And tysm please your compliment made my day :"3 hope you like it ^^

SONG RECCS ! ━ twenty five twenty one by Jaurim / Very Slowly by Bibi !

The sound of rain clouded your mind, your mood similar to the gloomy dull sky above you. You were known as the star student in your dance institute, ofcourse you were happy, but it became a burden at certain times. And you blame yourself. You always look up to your brother Ham Jinsik who was the institute's ace, wanting to be like him. When you joined you knew you had to be better than anyone else as Jinsiks sister. However with the amount of work piling up on you along with practices made you loose your spark. Unfortunate to you, everyone noticed that change in you, including your not so secret crush Park Junmin. Today was the day you were looking forward for the most, the auditions that would get you a role in one of the upcoming play in The National Theatre of Korea. Something you always dreamt to dance in ever since you were a kid. Only for it all to go downhill. You were known as a ballet prodigy, but that title soon dipped after your teacher said she was disappointed in your rehearsal. You wouldn't get the part you looked forward to for 14 years of your life.

You slowly walked through the bustling streets, rain pouring down on you harshly. You were drenched, your clothes hugging you tightly as water dropped down. Everything felt so surreal. You found yourself sobbing as you dragged yourself, each step as heavy as how your heart felt. Some would say you were being dramatic, but this was your first love. Not to mention how your 10 years of friendshio with your so called friend group ended on the same day too. With them taunting at you untill you stepped out of the building. Turns out they just used you to get closer to your brother and we're the ones that created rumours and hoped for your downfall.

You stopped to wipe your tears, finally looking up. Your vision was blurry but you saw how everyone seemed to be happy. Everyone except you. Students sharing umbrellas, couples joking around and holding hands as they ran to seek shelter.

Your soft sobs turned into louder gasps as you tried to maintain your composture, flashbacks of your teachers looking at you with a crown on their face and your friends asking if you hurt yourself to have done your rehearsals that bad came flooding to your mind. Your head lowered again, you were shaking. Not because of the cold breeze that swept by you. You ran away from that place. The last thing you'd want is for someone to recognise you and tell the whole academy on how you weeped in the middle of the street because your a looser.

Unaware to you, someone was indeed watching you.

Your pace slowed down as you reached a park. Your park. The place you'd come to often. It was your brother who bought you here as a kid, a comfort place you two shared. Usually your brother would be sitting beside your swing, hugging you and telling how everything would be alright. He wasn't. He was away for a short trip with his friends. You were alone and it made you feel miserable.

Too many things clouded your mind and it made you feel more vulnerable and confused. Finally letting your feelings out, your knees dropped to the sandy ground, your head rested onto the seat of the swing you always played in as you cried helplessly. You felt stupid, you danced your entire life, what happened to you? Was it finally the time for you to let go of dance and focus on studies instead? You weren't ready for it, just the thought of leaving the one thing you lived for made your stomach churn in the wrong way.

Your ears perk up at the sound of hurried footsteps, as you lift your head you see junmin running, his head peeking side to side as his eyes searched for you. You wanted to call out to him, but your lisp refused to move. You felt your throat dry up as junmin finally looks at your devastated state.

You've known junmin for a whole year, you two were inseparable. Everytime junmin visited your house jinsik would sulk cuz he went straight to your room instead of looking at his clingy bestfriend.

He carefully stepped forward, reaching his hand out to you for you to hold. You hesitantly grab onto his hand and stand up and before you could even speak he pulled you into a hug. The sound of rain slowly faded as your mind only thought about junmin. His grip around your waist tightened, he brought his one hand upto your hair, caressing gently as he muttered 'its gonna be ok' into your ears. you were instantly reminded of your brother, giving you another reason to bawl your eyes out infront of the guy you so dearly loved. This is not how you wanted him to see you. Embarrassment slapping you in the face hard as you helplessly cried onto his shoulder, rambling about how shitty your day was in spite of preparing well and even going to bed early which you never did.

Junmin chuckles before breaking the hug, he cups your cheeks, his thumbs wiping the tears away. He leans to kiss your eyelids. "Y/n you did amazing, you just misunderstood! Your teacher did take you in, she just said she was disappointed in you and not that she wouldn't take you in? Your literally the best performer this academy has ever had!!" He says, you purse your lips together, still in doubt. You smile at him regardless as you let him walk you home.

You were greeted by your brother at the doorstep, you run to hug him as junmin started at you with a find smile. Oh the things he'd do for you to hug him the same way.  jinsik ofcourse scolded his hyung and you on how you two let yourselves get so drenched under the rain as you two snickered at how cute jinsik looked . Your smile immediately turned into a frowned and worried expression as your hands searched your neck for your necklace. It was your parents gift to you when you started your first ever dance class. You turned to look at junmin who was as worried as you. The moment he laid his eyes on your hands that were fidgeting around your neck and pockets he realised it was about the necklace you always loved and showers around to your friends. Jinsik caught the hint too. "It's ok y/n I'm sure you must have left it at the studio, we'll search tomorrow I promise" he says as an attempt to calm you down and send junmin to his dorms before the poor boy catches a cold.

The next morning you wake up to your brother screaming and running to your room as he held your necklace in the air. You squeal along with him as you two jumped on the bed like two happy hamsters. That was until it hit you. How did he find it if he didn't even go to the studio?

"How did you get it?" You questioned to which he smiled and said "Junmin hyung got it for you! He searched the whole night in the rain at the park and found it near one of the bushes of the swing. He said he got a cold though so he wouldn't come to academy- also promise me you wouldn't tell this to him?" You tilt your head to the side in confusion, "tell him what?" You ask.

"Junmin was the one to convince your teacher to let you into the play. Poor boy practically begged to take you in." He said, making you fall for the man even more. Before even saying a word you only out the door, running to his dorms.

You knocked on his door twice, waiting impatiently for junmin and once he opened his door you immediately ran to hug him. The impact causing him to stumble back to a wall. He looked at you worried, "you ok?" He asks with a croaky voice. you look up to face him, you two stared at each other in silence. junmins eyes glanced at your lips, unconsciously inching his face towards yours. Before he could even make a move, you pecked the corner of his lips. not wasting a single minute junmin pulls you and his lips were on yours. he kissed you so sweetly and gently, caressing your cheeks as he shyly smiled between your lips. your hands shifted from his shoulders to his neck, pulling him closer. Junmin swayed you around the dim lit hall, how you wished to never part away. he breaks the kiss, leaving a small peck your cheek, you smile at how red the boy was, his ears were practically on fire. The poor boy couldn't form words so instead he just gazed at your equally shy figure.

The cute moment lasted only for a few minutes as yechan called out to his hyung from their shared room, junmin groaned in response as you giggled. "Looks like you have to leave" you smiled to which junmin nodded, he felt cold as you slipped away from his arms and walked to the door, "thank you by the way, for the necklace. You didn't have to go through so much trouble" you say as you turned back to see junmin rubbing the back of his neck. "I only want to see you smile y/n, the way I smile and millions of butterflies swarm throughout my body and my whole world is filled with flowers just by looking at you, I wish to see you just as happy and contented with me as I do with you" he says, you were fighting the urge to just kiss him again but you didn't want to an annoyed yechan to see his older brother and his best friend being all lovely dovey in the morning, moreover he would bring it up for the rest of your life and tease you on it so you passed on the opportunity. Junmin however held your hand before you could turn to walk away and kissed you one last time before you could leave.

"I love you so much y/n, i always have and I always will."

[icharchivist]

"Cecil isn't a tumblr sexyman" whom the fuck is Cecil? An herb??

ANON.

ANON??????????????

IS THAT A JOKE 😭😭😭

I guess only the 2013 tumblrinas (gn) know properly who Cecil is.

Cecil is the protagonist and narrator of Welcome To Night Vale, a surreal horror podcast (perhaps THE surreal horror podcast that kickstarted the trend you see those days like tma and stuff). (go listen to the Pilot, though huge warning for unreality stuff if that's a problem with you)

The show is set up to be a radio show set in Night Vale, a city where weird things happen all the time except that for the narrator, all of this is normal. Yeah of course a 5 headed dragon is running for mayor against the faceless woman who secretly lives in your house. Of course no one is supposed to go to the Dog Park. Of course everyone must give their offering to the Mighty Glow Cloud. Of course there's a ghost cat in the bathroom floating and having kittens, isn't she adorable.

One of the extremely refreshing thing about this podcast, especially in 2013, where tumblr was mostly obsessed with queerbaiting shows, is the fact that in the very first episode, Cecil meets Carlos the scientist, and immediately falls in love with him. Meaning there's a lot of episodes going "the eldritch monster camping on the highway once again committed some new incidents and people died. but that's not important. DID YOU SEE CARLOS'S HAIR? ISNT HE DREAMY?" (and they went on dates and eventually got married).

And the thing with Cecil, outside from his dreamy voice, his gay crush, and the beautiful existential sentences he could spur sometimes (“The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present” is one of my fav quotes), is that he was just a voice. There never was a single canon design about him.

So everyone could make their own Cecil. Everyone had their own version of him in mind, though we all somehow agreed on him wearing Night Vale's purple, and you would often see tattoos of eyes and tentacles on him (or that pushed with literally showing them off outside of his skin).

in the early 2010s on this website you couldn't go ANYWHERE without knowing about Cecil. Everyone was talking about him. Anyone who has been on this website for about ten years would talk to you fondly about their friend Cecil Palmer from the radio show.

We're discussing Tumblr sexymen. if you think tumblr sexymen just means a man tumblr finds sexy (even though it's weird), you're dead wrong. And Cecil had earned his place because HE was THE Blorbo.

On another note for you to understand exactly what it means on tumblr, you heard of Dashcon? Everyone's heard of Dashcon. Many people weren't here when Dashcon happened. I was here. One of the scam the people of Dashcon ran in order to get people from tumblr to come was to invite the wtnv's cast. However, last minute, they didn't pay them, and the condition of hosting were deplorable (the nearby hotel was stacked, and the organizator of the con didn't even pay the con's site at all, which means they locked all the teenagers who had came into the lobby to ask them to pay for the fees of the con's rent. Do you even realize how insane that is). So the wtnv crew didn't come.

But it was literally THE thing that represented tumblr enough that it ended up wrapped in this horrible scam. It was the moment. The thing that truly defined the early 10s on this website.

Of course you might think he's not a proper sexyman for tumblr (tbh i think Sans and the Once-ler are the real sexymen of this website) but Cecil has been the embodiment of the early 10s culture of this website. (and personally i think it'd be somewhat very vindicative of the website to have him become the sexyman this time).

Somehow... the way history gets lost in here i swear.

[spellbook-gayboy]

Drabble 48~

48.

"Ha! You're telling me!" Kyle laughed. He dabbed at his forehead, and winced slightly when they came back spotted with blood. "God, I musta come close to kickin' the bucket 'bout a hundred times by now!" He mused, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Still, invulnerability has its perks and all- gah, what the shit, Red?!"

Pavel lifted his foot off of Kyle's boot, noting the red smear that spread over it. "Invulnerability? The hole in your foot seems to disagree with you, pretty boy!" The speedster sat next to him, looking out over the devastated landscape in front of them. "Did you hear the news?"

"What, from the Pacific? I heard MacArthur and the others captured Luzon. From what Colonel Lake guessed, they'll be at Manila before the end of next January." Kyle answered. "And the hole? Last I checked, most of the Nazis we fought so far come at you with a rifle or a knife. They don't shoot lasers out their fuckin' eyes and punch you through a wall!"

Pavel nodded. He caressed his shoulder, pain flashing in his eyes as his hand ghosting over the scars left behind. "Yes. The superpowered Nazis. When the hell did that happen?"

"You still hurting from that lightning fucker, Red?"

"I'll live. Still, why am I always the one they go after first?" Pavel groaned, annoyed by the fact. "Is it because I'm a socialist? Because I'm Jewish? Both?"

Kyle blinked. "Maybe. They are Nazis, after all. Or maybe it's cause they know they can actually hurt you. They go after Brianna too, and it ain't just because she's from Jamaica. I mean, me and Ross and Holly? We can take tank shots to the face and not get a scratch. You two? Not so much."

"Hmm... who knows? Still, it's strange how long it's been since we got here. Feels like it was just yesterday that we were charging up that beach at Anzio. Now we're in the Fatherland, the lion's den. We're on their turf, and we're just in time to meet Hitler's answer to us. Supervillains." The word felt strange on his tongue, a new and frightening concept to grapple with.

"Supervillains. Never thought anything like that could exist outside a comic book!" Kyle laughed flatly, his face betraying the trepidation he felt inside. "Y'know, it feels like... my head's inside out. I mean, when the war ends, what happens to us? Do we just disappear, go home and try and act normal again? I'm nothing like I used to be, Red. My parents barely recognised me the last time they saw me, and I don't mean physically!"

Pavel looked at Kyle, concern on his face. "I don't know. If you'd told me five years ago that I'd be outrunning the sound barrier one day, I'd have called you crazy! But... you're right. The world's different now. I've watched a woman scream so loud, it shatters concrete. It feels... surreal, sometimes. Like I've fallen into Wonderland."

"You're telling me." Kyle dropped the cigarette on the ground, crushing it under his heel. "Oh well... we should be heading back."

"Yeah. Let's go." Pavel murmured. He couldn't decide which fate would be worse: 1) To never come home at all, to fall in one battle or another in France or Germany, and be carried home in a casket, or 2) To go home finally, to visit his parents in their dingy little home in Leningrad, maybe just in time for all of them to celebrate Rosh Hashanah, only for it to ring hollow from everything he'd endured, numbed to the joy and light of his faith by the multitude of horrors forced upon him. The bodies, the devastation, the sheer evil on display... was there some secret third option? One where he emerged from the din unscathed, able to throw himself back into his studies, into his faith once more?

He hoped that was a possibility. He really hoped it was.

[lucygraysboy]

“i can’t believe we’re meeting again, and in nashville, too. out of all the places in the world. i mean, i wouldn’t be half as surprised if we bumped into each other in new york city or back at our hometown, but nashville?” he trails off and shakes his head in sheer disbelief. the unusual location of their unexpected reunion only adds on to the surreal feeling of the moment, making him wonder if fate really does exist as nothing about this seems coincidental. “it’s good to see you, lucy gray.” he means every word that leaves his mouth. it might be difficult on his heart, their paths crossing every now and then, but there’s a part of him that’s missed her tremendously. it’s good to know that she’s doing okay. she seems happier now, without him in the picture. more radiant. it both crushes his heart and makes it swell. “my hair? oh, right… finally grew back. i stopped shavin’ it. my stylists like this more natural, boyish kind of look, too.” his smile continues to grow, the feeling of her fingers in his mane so familiar that it nearly has him questioning what year they’re living in. did he go back in time? are they still in high school? “speakin’ of hair, look at you. i love the feathers. how’d you even put them in your curls? do you glue ‘em?” he wonders aloud, twirling a dark ringlet around his fingertip with sheer fascination. 

“thank you. it means a lot to me. i hope you know i wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.” after all, he’d only taken interest in theater because it was something that she was very passionate about. he just wanted to impress her. “i’ll be on TV this sunday, can you believe this? it sounds crazy when i say it.” he wonders if she intends to watch it, and if she does, what her boyfriend will think of that. right. her boyfriend. “i saw your comment on instagram, made me smile.” but he never responded to it, only hearted it, and now can’t help but feel silly. “oh, you create magic on stage. how do you do this? you open your mouth and people listen, hypnotized, unable to take their eyes off of you. i don’t know if you saw it, but you pointed a finger at that one poor kid and he nearly fainted on the spot.” it doesn’t surprise him one bit, though. she’s always been so crazily talented and could bewitch everyone in the room. smiling as he listens to her talk about their road to nashville, he can’t keep the look of pride off his face. “i’m so proud of you, too. look at you. a star in the making. are you planning on staying here a little longer? playin’ a few more shows?” he’d love to come to one more show before he leaves, would love to see her again. perform. he’d love to see her perform again. “mm, what’s that thing you’re drinkin’?” he asks, claiming the stool beside her and politely asking the bartender to give them two such baskets and double fries, insisting on paying for their whole order and tipping generously. “since when new you into… what’s that? vodka?” there’s no judgement in his voice, just genuinely surprise.

“billy!?” the brunette exclaims, still wildly doe eyed and in DISBELIEF that’s really, truly him. it’s so odd seeing him in real life, instead of just in pictures she’d see time to time on his social media. odd he’s at this same location as her. her body pulled into his arms from where she sits an even more surreal experience, nose diving into his neck and that homey scent that sticks to him engulfing her senses, the neck of her guitar strapped to her back hitting him in the cheek while her palms clutch his shirt. “so hard to believe it’s you. and your hair.” a hand has to reach up, touching the back of his head, fingers feeling dark curls— unable to stop the involuntary smile that spills over her olive features when it reminds her of the person she once knew. “your show.” that is right… she did see that on instagram and remembers leaving a small ‘congrats🤍’ on the post. even though she wanted to write more, ‘congrats cowboy. you were always meant to be one🤍’. but it wasn’t her place and it didn’t feel right so she left it simple. because despite how much he’s hurt her, she’d never snub him accomplishing something so huge. even if she felt he was letting it give him the big head, too. “i saw that. i’m so proud of you. how crazy to wind up here with me.” she spoke again in disbelief. “and thank you, that means a lot to me you’d say that.” that she hasn’t changed and that her song was good. “well, we’ve been playin’ in small places for awhile and made it on up here to the city,” she explains, turning in her seat once the moonshine is slid to her. thanking the bartender before taking a big sip, features twisting and turning at the flavor but she’s eager to chase after the buzz. “oh, yeah! can i get a basket of the grilled tenders?! nashville hot sauce on the side an’ the sweet potato fries, please.” lucy gray calls him back over before he can leave, remembering how vital it is she gets some food. “sure thing,” she hears him confirm over the music before he goes off to get that order in.

[livingrief]

permission to love you

Morning filtered through the blinds in a stretch of gold, illuminating a slumbering goddess. Finn’s eyes flickered open. That’s right. Lachesis had been staying over for the past few nights. Nothing had transpired between the two of them - merely the sharing of a bed and a room. Still, Finn didn’t see it in himself to tell her his feelings. It still felt surreal that she was here. A hand reached out to touch, to test if the woman next to him was in fact, tangible.

Oh. 

Lids opened and Lachesis was staring back at him as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Instantly, he pulled back his hand. 

But Lachesis seemed to have other things on mind, for she scooted over the distance in between them, settling herself right next to him. He could merely reach out; she was right there and incredibly warm. 

“Finn.”

“Mm?”

“You still haven’t really told me how you feel.”

Instantly, the knight stiffened up. Anything, literally anything other than talking about his feelings would be preferable. Perhaps Lachesis could sense it.

The Nordion reached her hand down to cup his cheek. It was a surprisingly tender gesture. Finn still had to remind himself that she had said she loved him. But it was hard to swallow. Her fingers, though calloused, were warm.

“Finn, I don’t know what you’ve been through while I’ve been gone….but I know you’ve always been hard on yourself. Please, if anything, just be honest with me.” She pauses, and Finn wonders what is going through her mind. “I want to be your wife but I refuse to be a charity case or a source of pity. If you don’t want me, then properly reject me.”

Before he can reply, the hand is retracted. Finn is stunned, dazed in the light of her frustration, but he know he can’t afford it. Time is short. 

Instead, he sits up. “Lachesis, you were never a charity case.” Why can’t she understand? Why does he have to spell it out? “When you disappeared, I grieved for so long. I don’t think I ever stopped.”

Lachesis sits up to meet his gaze. She is unrelenting, will pursue his perplexing statements to the end. “But I’m right here, Finn. I’m right here. Don’t you see that?” She takes his hand in her own, rubbing the back with her thumb. 

Dark blue eyes rise to see her. It is indeed Lachesis, but….

“But how can I be allowed to love you?” he asks, as if it should be so clear. “It is my fault you disappeared. All of this is my fault. I don’t deserve you.”

There. He dropped the ball. Surely, she will leave after that and these warm few days will leave like a hazy dream that happened years ago.

But when he looks up, Lachesis has tears in her eyes. Drats, he’s done it again. Always making her cry. This is why he’s so horrible. She pulls his hand to her face. It’s such a gentle gesture that he’s startled; he’s expecting the opposite.

“Finn,” she starts, “how many times do I have to say not to blame yourself? What happened that day is not your fault alone. I made decisions as well…..”

“Please don’t say you don’t deserve me. You’re my husband and I want you.”

“Lachesis….”

Her hand finally lowers, but she holds his nonetheless. It seems all I do is make her cry.

Finn swallows. No one has so openly asked for him since they first wed. Still, Lachesis is here. She’s right there.

“....am I allowed to love you?” he asks, voice shaking just the slightest bit.

“Yes. Never question it.”

He pulls the lioness into his arms more tightly than he can manage. Lachesis. Lachesis. Lachesis. Is he allowed to? Breath hitches as their faces part for the slightest. Lips find each other of their own volition and crush against each other. With every breath, every touch, every taste, Finn finds Lachesis again. Lachesis. And she comes back for him, wrapping her arms around him as well and meeting him with just as much heated desperation as he needs. Hands thread through her golden hair, oh, how painful it is how beautiful she is, but now she’s his once more and his mouth does not need to stop.

“Lachesis,” he continues to say against her ear in shallow breath, in between kisses and worshipping her, her name a prayer in the morn.

[pastiltots-aatlh]

Longing

032824 | 0156am

Are dreams made to make us suffer right after we open our eyes again?

When my separation anxiety kicks in, chances are, my subconscious would be the first in line to sabotage my entire system by showing me dreams about the people and places I've been longing to meet. Sometimes, I'd wake up with a tear-stained face, a heavy heart, or rugged breathing—which feels like I was being chased by death and my only escape is to wake up.

But today, I had a different experience. Dreams are fragments of our subconscious that we tend to forget once the reality has kicked in. Today, I can recall most of it vividly. Strangely, I woke up feeling comfortable, with a little drool at the corner of my mouth. Yet, it only lasted for a few seconds before I came back to my senses. That was a good dream, but what the hell was that? I thought.

I went through a series of shock, love, and a familiar comfort in just a single dream. For the past few months, I never dwelled on missing the feeling of being loved and comforted by a person who is far from being blood-related. But thanks to that dream, what was oblivious to me flashed right into my face in an instant.

In that dream, I was at the train station. I've only been riding on it for more than a year just to attend to my classes. It is challenging, but worth the fun and cost. However, the government has issued its temporary, half-a-decade-length closure for its rehabilitation and renovation. And now, I'm starting to miss every single bit of it. From the times when I had to run just to catch the schedule of its ride, to the heavy congestion of people, and how some showed a classic Filipino trait of being resilient despite getting crushed by other passengers. I'll definitely long for it everytime I'd get stucked in 7 PM traffic.

I also saw faces that I never knew, I've been wanting to see again. My family was present in it. But alongside with them, there was the presence of the two other people that I cherished the most at some point in my life.

One of them was him. An old friend who was once a muse of all my poems. I had other dreams where he was also present, but out of all the people I'm missing, it came to me as a shock when he was there again as a byproduct of my subconscious. I stopped thinking of him from the moment I lost all my special interests to him, hence, I didn't really expected his presence in my dreams. My dream portrayed him not just a friend, but a lover of mine. This is nothing new because the same dream has already occured to me for several times. During those times, it would make me feel all giddy and delusional because of the romantic feelings I have stored for him. Had I dreamt of this years earlier, I might be thinking of this for weeks or even a month. That's how pathetic I was.

From my last night's dream, we shared some smiles, hugs, and intimacy which felt surreal. Compared to my previous dream encounters, that was way more romantic. I never thought I could be that kind of girl with him. My inhibitions and facade all came crumbling down which I had never imagined happening to me in this lifetime. I've always appeared to be strong in front of him, yet, my dream pictures myself otherwise.

It was a lovely dream. Savoring the moment is a selfish thing to do. I almost wished to stay in that moment, but dreams don't work like that. It always has its way to burst our bubbles in one way or another.

It then led me to another person, a kindred soul from the last years of being a teenager. She's now living in a different time zone, and things now are not the same as before. But despite this saddening present, she's still one of my favorite memory. I only hoped she's still here, near me, but even my selfishness couldn't make her stay. She seemed fine in my dreams, and I could only hope that she's really doing fine in her new world. I've been missing her a lot, but I can't bring myself to ask her how she's doing. I'll always love her, despite the short amount of time we've spent together, despite the seas we have to sail to see each other.

Despite being different to one another, these people and places all reminded me of familiarity and longing. My heart ached for waking up in such a beautiful dream. It ached badly that I want to forget what transpired.

I woke up, feeling the need to initiate a conversation with people, but I can't simply move my fingers to randomly ask them, "how are you doing" without considering their possible responses. I'm afraid that they'd coldly tell that they are doing fine; I'm afraid that all I could tell them is something along the lines of "oh, that's great;" and most of all, I'm afraid to tell them how much I missed them and if I could only be in places where they are today, I'd come to them without reservations just to hug them.

The longing I felt can't be explained, and I can't tell something about the uncertain future. I know that the void I kept feeling inside me is their absence. But I do hope that if we'll meet again, I'd have the courage to hug them, and that they'd feel the warmth as I embrace them.

[lystring]

sry long rant abt dumb dreams below I just needed to get it down

so I managed to fall asleep after that. and during those two hours I remember two dreams:

so night between wed n thu I slept for 11 hours and had another long ass dream about my ex (which is mostly just annoying cus sure we were together for 6 years but we've been broken up for almost as long and it was an amicable breakup that should've happened much sooner im not sure what my brain feels the need to process still about that bt whatever) and I thought to myself Again? like why cant i dream about some made up lover or maybe at leeast my last situationship that Im still a bit hung up on (last one kinda sarcastically bt also not cus I miss him lol) but apparently my brain decided to listen to me for the first time ever, but also in ofc the worst way ever.

because last night I barely slept at all, and the first part of the night I slipped in n out of sleep and a Super Fucked Up nightmare that was basically just beat for beat a literal horror movie where me and some guy were trapped on a small island outside the coast of Finland that we both had travelled to alone independently. and we were being held prisoners in a rundown house by a coven of witches or some other supernatural beings, like three super creepy pale blonde old women that were like forcing us to be a part of their "family" wearing the same clothes and eating "dinner" with us every evening and sleeping in childrens beds and the whole dream was me and this guy developing this really close emotional bond out of survival instinct and trauma. there was like this one point where he went into a part of the house that they told us not to go into and as punishment he just started growing painful mushrooms put of his skin on his face and I like. the fucking irl anxiety and fear I had waking up briefly for that was just fucking surreal. we managed to get them off and I literally told him to "please use my face wash" to avoid this problem. like ok funny girl haha. anyway we finally managed to escape and im not gonna go through every detail but honestly it would make a good horror movie that id be too afraid to watch. also it was so fucking uncomfortable for me that I had to get up and have a cigarette because I didn't wanna fall into the same nightmare loop that I'd been in for the last 4 hours or so.

one semi-realistic attempt at being cathartic about my last situationship (sorry to use that word but not sure what else to call it like we were dating we were never a Couple u know) where like. I was in very intimate but ofc dream absurd moments with him but I also got to say everything that I have been feeling and have been wanting to say to him. and in the dream our meeting is sparked by me drunkenly texting him from our work phone, which he responded to even tho he hasn't responded to my last irl (also in dream) texts from my own phone. and. like it was ofc surreal and confusing but also. it makes me wanna try one last time. which is dumb i know but. idk. like I said I kinda not kind jokingly asked my brain for this dream and it sure delivered thanks.

the last dream was a full on surreal chaotic fantasy stress dream where I had to juggle both work at a hotel in a dystopian world and at the same time a relationship with a woman I'm pretty sure is an amalgamation of all the straight women I've ever had hopeless crushes on but this time she was into me so ;) it was also right before I had to get up for work so it was way too short thanks brain fuck off

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Thread Move/Relocation from here: X || @mirrorsoftheotherself

It was really nice to see Minato again after everything. They developed a close bond within the False Yasogami; something she cherished even if it developed through her amnesiac self. Through the shared enjoyment of food, his willingness to help her with some of the more smaller things, and his actions as leader, Rei couldn't be any more grateful.

Which reminds her... She has to introduce him to her brother at some point. After the whole incident regarding the Grand Prix thing and how poor Yamato got caught up in that without warning, Minato is the only one left for him to meet. She feels the two would get along!

(Plus, having two awesome brothers (both found and familial) feels amazing.)

Upon hearing the other's hunger related woes, she immediately offered him the water bottle she saved for him. "Sounds like a plan! Also, just in case you also need a drink!"

Once the two would start walking ahead, she would be right next to him.

"How have you been since last time? Hopefully things haven't been too crazy?"

It still felt a little surreal seeing Rei walking around outside in the here and now and not the fake school where he had met everyone else, including the investigation team. With that in mind, he couldn't help but wonder, if his memories of his experience in that dream came back to him with Rei's reappearance, did that also mean Yu and his friends also had their memories of her returned? Or at the very least he assumed so.

Since she was currently enrolled in the same school as they were, he had a feeling they were aware of it all just like Minato and his own friends were, it felt like those memories were sitting there dormant in everyone's mind. The fool could still recall the flood of texts from all his friends upon having their memories returned.

That day, was probably the one day in a very long time when every friend in his group had texted him all at once, asking if he remembered a blond-haired girl named Rei just like they did, a question which he was left to explain it all to them with each confused text, he was pleased that he wasn't working that day. Because it was a day off, he was able to go into great detail for each, allowing him to ease their concern and confirm with them that all those memories were in fact, very real.

Upon learning that Minato was with her at the time, his friends gave him permission to give their numbers to her once they all found out that she was real, and the time spent with her wasn't anything close to fake, just foggy memory due to them being heavily suppressed by an unknown force that seemed to release these memories at the appropriate time and moment -- this being the minute the two reunited.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Hm? Oh, thanks. I'm pretty actually pretty thirsty." With his thanks, he accepts the bottle of water, gulping it all down in one big sip. Once it's empty, he crushes the bottle in his palm and chucks it into the recycling bin nearby, it hits the side and falls inside. His thirst now quenched and now feeling a little more refreshed, he leads their trek towards the aforementioned restaurant.

[{ 🦋 }] - "I'd like to agree, but unfortunately, this season has been the busiest we've had in quite a while, so I've been hard at work for weeks. Lots of haunted locations on our list this year. We have like, seven left to visit before we can complete the season, so my workload has been a bit heavy as of late."

He explains, answering her question in detail. It really had been pretty busy for him recently, and there was still lots left planned as well. It was safe to say, that after these two weeks off, he'd be right back to work, so he was going to enjoy the time off while he still had it.

[{ 🦋 }] - "How's school been? Have you been keeping up with your studies?" Minato asks, putting his hand on the door to the restaurant and pushing it open so they can enter.

[sab3rto0thed]

i have intimacy issues, i said. i had woken up and shoved my finger down my throat, trying to vomit the year and a half away.

my best friend gave me a very sardonic look. "no way," she said. "you?"

we were at the restaurant that my mom worked at. her tone dripped with sarcasm. i ordered chicken tenders for the both of us, because it came with a biscuit. we were those type of girls, the insufferable ones: chicken tenders with a biscuit and a side of waffle fries. it was like taking coke.

i had texted her that morning. "hang out," i had said. two words. there hadn't been much else to say. i didn't want to explain to her that i was curled up on my bathroom tiles, even though i knew she would figure it out soon enough. i was shaking before i even got her in car.

i wasn't used to reaching out for help. for years, i had been the one everyone turned to. my friends, my parents, my exes. i had been everyone's number one. my desperation fit perfectly into the palms of my hands. nobody knew anything about me.

"i don't know how to talk about it," i told her. i felt sick to my stomach.

her name was shelby; and our other friend, allie, was meeting us there. everyone on tiktok says that trio friend groups never work. i mentioned this to shelby once. she smiled a little, said, "yeah, well, i've never seen another trio group work like ours."

when allie came, she finished the chicken strips and got another order of waffle fries for the car.

"just start, soph," she said.

we had known each other for about two years now, and they didn't know everything about me. it was that week at the restaurant that i finally gave in all the way. they knew most things about me. the embarrassing stuff, the grim stuff, the stuff that made me happy. they knew i wrote. they knew i liked making a scene. they knew i was extremely defensive; i just hid it well.

they had actually never seen me date anyone in the entire time we had been friends. two years. that was fairly linear, because my dating life crumbled at my feet right after i met them. i couldn't talk to anyone. i would get scared. when i got scared, there were two things for me to do: get mean or run away. i didn't like either of those options anymore.

they didn't know what i was into; girls or boys or neither. they didn't know if i had a crush on our mutual friend noah; or if i was just foolish about him, the same way i had been since i was fourteen.

"i don't know how to start," i told her. the situation was grim. i was terrified of being judged the same way i had thought about myself for two years. i felt dirty. i felt gross. i did not want shelby to see me like this, even though i had literally cried all over her bedroom floor a few days before.

shelby and allie were leaving for college in about two weeks. i had let a boy touch me for the first time in two years. the two teachers that had saved my life were now back in the country. i would see them in twenty-two hours.

it was all fucking surreal. everything came in pairs.

"just start," she told me again. she spread jam on her biscuit. she watched me expectantly.

i could never say no to her. not after everything.

there were three parts to the way i loved. by the end of the day, she knew all of them.

when i met shelby and allie, i had just turned seventeen. i had also just broken up with my first boyfriend and lost all of my friends because they had been compliant when i was in danger. they all moved to california. i stayed in the same place, in the same spot, nothing and no one. i started going to school because i had nowhere else to go.

i was reckless in the worst way, obnoxious on purpose, knife-wielding and angry. like i said: when i got scared, there were two options. right then, i was getting mean.

shelby and allie were not important to me. the only people that were important to me were in fucking los angeles, and i had no idea what to do with that. i felt a little sick to my stomach. existing made me want to puke. i wanted to hang my liver on a string and mail it to them.

i hated everything about myself. you would never have known.

it went like this: i was around shelby and allie every day. their annoyance grew into fondness. they came to my house. we went to prom together. we went to the carnival. when i got a headache, they sat with me. i apologized over and over. i wasn't used to taking up space. i cried on the ferris wheel.

things were too serious. i pulled back. i was running away.

you know too much about me, i told them. that never lasts. people never know me and stay. i was starting to care about them. this was all supposed to be a joke, a temporary cure to my never ending bitterness. it wasn't supposed to get serious. i was shit at all relationships.

"soph," shelby said one night, absolutely exasperated. "if you want to end the friendship, then block us on everything and we'll never come over again. if you're not going to do that, then shut up about it."

i was terrified. i was so scared. i learned a new setting: sitting with my fear. taking risks.

staying.

the next time shelby came over, she hugged me so hard that she lifted me off my feet. and that was that.

things never settled. we started our senior year, and i got angry again. my body, always rebelling. i began to ignore them. i tucked my head between my elbows. when we had class together, i was first in and out the door. we stopped speaking.

"i don't know what to do," i told my old friends. the ones reminiscent of california. "i care about them so much. i feel like i should just disappear."

my old friends just looked at me. their only solution was this: go away.

well, i had learned it from somewhere.

i didn't disappear. the next year, we went to prom together again. my eyeliner was shitty. a few weeks after, give or take, shelby had sat on my couch and beamed at me. she said, "i'm very glad you didn't kill yourself. i'm very proud of you."

my false bravado was always nonexistent with them. when i was too quiet in class, allie was texting me. we knew everything about each other. we took care of each other. they were my best friends.

i did not disappear. my old friends kind of hated me for that. for once, i didn't care.

we spent all of summer together. we saw movies. we had birthday parties. it was all so intimate. i was with them every day. my family was no longer a barrier. they were the most important people in the world to me.

they were leaving for college in two weeks.

that night, after the restaurant, i drove to the town that neighbors the town that neighbors ours. i wandered around the grocery store, feeling blank and unknowable.

shelby texted me. she knew something was wrong. she always knew.

i went over. i bought us both starbucks. i laid a bag of apricots on her floor. later, she said my eyes were glazed over. i couldn't remember the last time i had been so hurt. everything was ending. i had been intimate with a boy. my favorite teachers were too close again. i could no longer write to them. i had no idea where i would stand when it was all over.

she offered me pajamas. we put my contact lenses into two separate shot glasses, because i hadn't brought any of my stuff. i didn't really sleep over with my friends. it was foreign to me. it was too intimate.

when i woke up, she looked at me. i could tell she was feeling my mood out. it was eight in the morning. the light was coming in through her bedroom window. her hair was a curtain of blonde.

she offered me a smile. "i like your hair in the morning. it's very fluffy." she ran a hand through it to prove her point. sure enough, it was standing straight up.

everything was gentle again.

two weeks later, we said goodbye to allie. i had wanted to say something sentimental, but there had been nothing to say. they both knew how i felt about them.

the next night, i was at shelby's house until two in the morning. her room was torn apart. she fell asleep on her half-made bed. for a long time, i lay there next to her, on top of her heated blanket. i tried to memorize the curl of her eyelashes, the slope of her face.

i loved her. she and allie knew everything about me. there was nothing as intimate as that.

all night, shelby and i had been quietly sniping at each other. emotions were high, and we were very emotional people, no matter how much we pretended that we weren't. i had told her that i didn't want any of her stuff, because she was leaving. she looked unbelievably hurt. this was our way of processing: i ran away when i was scared, and she pretended it wasn't happening until it was over. we didn't have allie to balance us out.

i padded through her house quietly. i threw my orange soda away. when i returned to her bedroom, she sat up, eyes bleary.

"i thought you left," she told me.

i had thought about it, but i knew that i couldn't. it was like when suicide had crossed my mind a few weeks ago, a usual thing: i couldn't do that to them. they would be devastated.

it was new to me. for a long time, i had separated myself from them because i thought it was the noble thing to do. i was toxic waste. my family was toxic waste. my history was toxic waste. i didn't want to infect them. they were too good to me.

they knew everything about me. sometimes, it made my throat hurt.

she walked me out. it was the last time we would see each other until november. i had wanted to cry all night, but now it really hit me.

she opened her arms. i hugged her. we stood there for maybe a minute, holding each other. this was not the first time. i had never been as intimate with a person as i was with shelby and allie.

all of their friends were my friends. their lives were irreversibly intertwined with mine, and i would not have changed it. we were best friends. the world could be blown apart, and i would be okay as long as they were still with me. everything would be okay as long as they were still with me. everything was manageable. it was the most honest kind of love.

i shifted my head so it rested on the crook of her neck. we had both felt weird without allie. she wasn't twenty minutes away. she was gone. in another state.

when we pulled back, there was a tear glistening at the corner of her eye.

"are you crying?" i asked.

she turned away, so her face wouldn't be in the light. "no."

a few months ago, when the school year had ended, she had started crying when we were ditching class. "i just can't believe we're not going to be each other's best friends anymore," she had said.

i hadn't understood it then. i understood it now.

we stood there awkwardly. neither of us wanted to move. she said, "text me when you get home, okay? and then... text me forever."

"yeah," i said. my voice was a little hoarse.

i don't know how i walked to my car. shelby had this idea that when you start walking, you just can't stop. that's what i did. my legs moved of their own will.

she retreated into her house. when her door closed, i pressed my forehead to the steering wheel and ugly cried. i had never loved anyone as much as i loved shelby and allie.

it was a lesson in intimacy. they had taught me to be brave. they knew everything about me.

i loved them. i thought i always would, no matter what happened. there would always be a little corner of my heart dedicated to them.

they were my best fucking friends in the entire world. i wouldn't ever have changed it, no matter how much it hurt. i was glad it was ending this way. i was glad they were the ones leaving. i was going to text them forever.

they had reshaped me into a person. now, i would be able to look at college. i would be able to be someone.

i would never be able to thank them for that. there was no way to do it. i just let myself exist, in that car. i breathed for as long as i needed to.

leaving was not so terrifying. i wasn't angry or ready to run away. i was just me.

that was the best i could do.

[fangirl-life]

My Final Thoughts on Mayans No Spoilers

So boom...I finally finished Mayans MC last week. I know I'm late. I wanted to binge the last two episodes together and wanted to find the right time to...but it feels so surreal!

I legit stumbled upon that show a few years ago through tumblr because I had a random thought about what Edward James Olmos was up to at the moment. Any new projects? Did he retire? Maybe I was watching a Miami Vice rerun with my dad or that episode of Portlandia he cameo'd on. Either way, instead of googling that man like a normal person, I searched him on tumblr and found screen grabs of him and these two fine ass men who were playing his sons in this ongoing tv show called Mayans MC.

I didn't even think about looking into the show until I found out it was related to SOA (I was just happy EJO was still out there working) and I had a crush on Jax when that show was out even though I barely watched it, so I was like "lemme give this one a try".

Two seasons was already out by the time I jumped on the band wagon, so I binged and fell in love. It caused me to meet great people on this platform and interact about our shared interests instead of just reblogging and liking content like I did with any of my other fandoms. It allowed me to open up and create my own content. It exemplified my admiration for motorcycles. And quite frankly I was getting bored of having no active celebrity to be infatuated over. All in all, the Mayans fandom is really special to me.

So yeah, it feels surreal. THE ENDING of it all feels surreal. all I'm gonna say about it is that I'm not dissatisfied by how Elgin tied it up. I still wish it went differently and think that it could have and still been realistic with other pathways, but maybe because my expectations were low, I thought that how it ended wasn't really all that bad. To me, it made sense given the path we knew Elgin chose to go down and he surprisingly managed to tie up a lot more loose ends than I expected. Not all of them and some of the ones he did tie up were, imo, rushed, but again, I was expecting every plot but the main one to be completely ignored and abandoned, so I was pleasantly surprised.

[xxnashiraxx]

BG3 TAG GAME ✨⚔️

Thank you thank you @verbenaa for tagging me in this!! I have been away from tumblr for a bit so my apologies for the delay!! 👉👈

Favorite Romance: It's the vampire. It's always gonna be the vampire. Funny thing about me- so I knew of Astarion before playing the game this January. One of our friends tried to convince my husband and I to play with him when it first came out in August but I was deep in my Fairy Tail writing project/multichapter story (of which has now been indefinitely postponed because of this game, 💔, but come July I will be insufferable when 100 Year Quest comes out, so stay tuned). I saw that there was a vampire elf in the game (cue my Thranduil crush and my Twilight/vamp obsession since childhood) and I instantly fell in love but didn't get fully immersed until my husband got the game in late December and seeing him interacting with the characters completely sold me.

Favorite Class to Play: I am still on my first playthrough! Going 5 months strong, thank you patch 6 for destroying my two playthroughs 💖 But I selected Durge first and went with the default Sorcerer and I absolutely LOVE it. I have a few Act 1 and 2 side campaigns with my husband playing cleric, rogue, and ranger, but by far Sorcerer is my favorite as well as Fighter. Planning on playing that class at some point because Lae'zel is just *chefs kiss*. 🤏

Favorite NPC: I love Alfira and all the tieflings so much, but specifically I love Rolan and Bex. I felt genuinely sad when meeting Bex again in Act 2, and I had to help her no matter what. Rolan started off as really nothing but a self centered jerk in my mind, but once I found him in Act 3, I just absolutely fell for him. 💗 I would also like to make a mention of Dame Aylin- she's the most beautiful angel I've ever seen and I would die for her.

Favorite Song Off the Soundtrack: The Power with lyrics. It is so surreal. My other frequently played are I Want to Live (obvi), Raphael's Final Act, and Song of Balduran (the one that ruined the only secret I hadn't managed to spoil for myself most likely hours before I discovered it on my own!). They all go so hard.

Tell Us a Little About Your Tav: My first and only so far is my Durge, the original Ofelia (not associated with my WIP fic). 💗 Once I finally started my own campaign (a few days after getting the game and starting to play with my group) I immediately chose that as one of my friend's chose Durge in our shared campaign and the character really interested me. She's a human storm sorcerer- I know sorcerer is the default for Durge and I kinda went with it, but I specifically chose this set up partly because of one of my favorite fic's main characters! Her backstory is super muddy, but she fiercely loves her friends and Astarion. 💗 She'd die for any of them, wishes she and Orin weren't enemies, and resists her father's influence as hard as she can. She's hot headed and wont take shit from anyone.

Something You Wish Was in the Game: I would actually love more voiced dialogue for Tav/Durge! I know it makes the game more immersive, but it would be super cool to see 💗

Do You Create Fanworks? Share Something With Us: I do! I like to draw and write, I've not created a ton of content so far, but I really like this Astarion art I've done

and I'm creating a multi-chapter story for my original character: it's an isekai where a woman from Earth/the modern world gets transported to BG3! The game isn't a thing on her Earth, so Faerun is canon in that universe lol. I'm actually really excited for it! I hope to start posting it soon- once I've hit Act 2 I will definitely start. I suffer from the condition of "not finishing fics" or at least I did years ago, but I am putting that behind me now and I'm going to trust myself and begin to post once I've cleared the first act 💕 Here's a little teaser for the opening of the first chapter!

An eerie quiet moves through the streets, cars fewer and farther between than normal. An unsettling feeling crawls over Ofelia’s skin and she shrugs her coat closer to her body, warding the night air off as she turns down a familiar alley. Her tiny apartment’s window glints at the end of the shadowed corridor and she grins, reaching into her pack to step back into her roller blades. This last stretch has always been the most fun, and perhaps it’s the trepidation hanging in the night, but a smile and some exhilaration seems like the perfect medicine. She just has to get home, kick start her weekend with a cocktail and a good book, and tomorrow she’ll finally be able to adopt the cat of her dreams.

With the last lace tied, she secures her skirt and hunches over, preparing to rocket down the alleyway. She feels her muscles tense, sets her jaw- prepares to beat her personal best. She can taste the moisture in the air and the warning of the impending storm approaching, feels it in her bones as she mentally counts down.

3… 2… 1…

She never moves. Something flickers out of the corner of her eye, large and black and hulking in the night. It roils and undulates in the sky above the city, sweeping over the buildings like a dark tidal wave. She doesn’t have time to scream when the mass careens towards her, doesn’t have time to raise her arms in defense of a hit that never comes. She’s only greeted with total black as her world spins out of control and she falls unconscious.

No pressure tag! @preciouslittlebhaalbae (if you haven't done one already!)

BG3 TAG GAME ✨⚔️

thank you so much to my wonderful and talented friend @khywren for tagging me in this 💖💞! I had so much fun doing this, even if it took me like three days to get to 😅

Favorite romance: in my Astarion era 💅 but in all seriousness, Astarion's character arc is very important to me in a variety of ways and has been a very cathartic to experience as someone who was lucky enough to escape an abusive relationship in my past.

Favorite class to play: I love bards because of the versatility! But on my next run I'm going to do a druid 🍃

Favorite NPC: This is soooo tough because I think there is so many amazing characters in this game, but I really like all the wild shit that Raphael AND Gortash have going on. There's a lot to dig into with both of those guys, they're so fucked lol

Favorite song off the soundtrack: ooooh this is so hard, there's so many good ones but I really love 'I Want To Live', both versions! Also props to Raphael's Final Act for obvious reasons.

Tell us a little about your Tav: Rin is my chaotic sword bard baby who isn't actually that great a being a bard and better instead with stabbing things (we love a relatable queen?). She's a little flippant, a little silly, sometimes clever, and lives in my head rent free.

Something you wish was in the game: I am echoing many other people when I say that I wish there was more content for Wyll. I think it's such a crime that he was deprived of a full character arc! I am also endlessly frustrated that he is not given an option to decide for himself (like Shadowheart was) regarding whether to break his pact with Mizora. I spent a full 30 minutes in debate with my husband over this choice in my first run and was so frustrated with this fact and honestly either decision feels like a raw deal.

Do you create fanworks? Share something with us: I do! I am currently busy writing Astarion/Tav and Astarion/Reader fanfiction. to eden is my current baby, and one I've poured a lot of time into and that I'm proud of. I'll also never stop being proud of my very first fic air so deep and sweet, as I really leapt off the ledge and dove headfirst into something I was so deeply insecure about but ended up paying off in the end and has literally changed my life in regards to how I now see myself 💖

no pressure tags: @elinorbard @ladyduellist and @xxnashiraxx if you want to join in, no worries if not 💞!

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Two)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, oc is a bad friend:(, sexual tension (?), body image issues, oc is feeling a lil insecure, mentions of sex, sounds of sex, crying, male masturbation, fantasy includes: spanking and vaginal intercourse.

Notes: thanks for the love for the first part…heres part 2! I hope everyone enjoys:) get ready for drama to come hahaha. If you wanted to be added to the taglist just send me an ask or whatevs, and feel free to send one if you want to discuss the story!

Taglist: @monvieesdaebak @mooniyooni @thisartemisnevermisses @giadalin @kookiebunny097 @cosmosjk @moonchild1 @just-jeon @anpanman-sonyeondan @starlight-night0 @yessii-i

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Gentleman: “A civilized, educated, sensitive, or well-mannered man.” Is how the dictionary defines the word but if you were to look up the term in your own dictionary it would just be a picture of Taehyung’s handsome as hell face.

Opening the car door, pulling your chair out, holding your hand, softly gripping your waist, making you feel like the only one in the room—Taehyung is doing everything right. Your mind should be overwhelmed with the thought of Taehyung. He should be filling your every sense, he should be the only thing you can understand. He should be. But every time his perfect lips land on the skin of your cheek, your mind somehow finds Jungkook. That son of a bitch.

There’s a string of warm lights dangling on the restaurants brick walls, and it’s almost picture perfect but one of the bulbs is out and it’s making the scene less ideal. Your eyes keep going back to the one bulb that refuses to shine. You just want everything to be perfect.

“I know I already told you…” Taehyung is sitting across from you, his gentle smile making your heart flutter, “But you look so pretty tonight.”

You know you should be gazing into his chocolate eyes but you can’t keep your eyes from shifting towards that stupid ass bulb. All the other bulbs are lit up just fucking fine but this bulb wants to be difficult. It just hasto go against everyone else. Your eyes narrow at the string of lights and you scoff. This stupid bulb reminds you of someone.

Taehyung brought you to a decently fancy restaurant, the food is alright but he says the main attraction is the monster baked cookie with ice cream melting over the top. He is excited like a child at the mention of his favorite dessert, you can’t help but smile fondly towards him.

“So…” Taehyung slides the dessert closer to you, “I never asked but how did Jungkook take the whole not really talking in public thing?”

Your eyes shoot up to the stupid bulb and you blink at it a few times. “I…” Your gaze drifts back to him. “I didn’t tell him.”

Taehyung drops his napkin at the news, his eyes slightly widening as he processes your words.

“We just aren’t talking right now.”

You wince as the words leave your mouth, but it’s true. You are a coward who is just ignoring her best friend because you don’t have the balls to face him. You don’t have the balls to forgive him and you definitely don’t have the balls to inform him that he’s out of the picture for a month. Because you don’t have the balls to admit to yourself you chose a boy over your friend. Basically you’re just a bitch with no balls!

“Yeah, he isn’t really talking to me either.” Taehyung chuckles bitterly, “He’s really against this…I mean, I knew he was protective over you but—”

“Protective my ass.” You lean back in your chair, “He’s just being stupid.”

Taehyung looks at you and frowns. It makes you want to kiss his pouting lips.

“But thank you.”

Taehyung’s quizzical expression makes you snort,

“For the compliment. Thank you. You look really handsome as well.” You smile, your hand sliding across the table to hold his. You gently squeeze and pull back, letting go. Taehyung smiles at you but something strange settles in his eyes. He’s struck with an awkward expression as he forces another smile, his lips pulled together tightly.

“Thanks y/n” He opens his mouth then closes then opens, “For doing this. Seriously, thank you.”

“Well, you’re kind of supplying me with free coffee.” You laugh into your hand.

“Regardless,” Taehyung leans back in his chair, “You’re a good friend.”

Right. Friend... But you feel optimistic you will flee this place! The god forsaken friend zone! You smile at Taehyung, grabbing your fork and cutting into the cookie with it. You stare into Taehyung’s dark eyes as you bring the fork to your lips—okay yes, you are most definitely trying to make this sexy—you open your mouth wide and wrap you lips around the piece of cookie, you never break contact with Taehyung. You chew slowly and roll your eyes to the back of your head, like the dramatic ass bitch you are. You open an eye to see his reaction, you see him gulp and a small smile begins forming on his lips.

“mmm” you moan again.

“RIGHT?!”

~~~

“We got some pretty insta worthy photos!” Taehyung chuckles into your hair as he pulls back from the hug. “I would say tonight was a success!”

Right. A success. Because this is all for show. To get this Anna girl off his back. Not because he likes you or anything. You can’t help but feel disappointed in his words.

“That’s good Tae.” Your hands linger on his back, not wanting to let go completely. “I’ll see you tomorrow right?”

“And the next day and the next day,” he teases, “And don’t forget this weekend is the pool party at my friend Jin’s house.” Then Taehyung nibbles on his lips, “Jungkook is going…so you should probably talk to him.”

You probably should of figured Jungkook is going to go…but that doesn’t stop you from feeling shocked. You should tell him he needs to lay low in public for a month but you guys aren’t talking already so do you really have to have that discussion with him?

“We’ll see.”

Taehyung steps forward and grabs your hand, “y/n…I know I said no Jungkook but I really just meant that you two aren’t all over each other in public…you don’t have to ignore him at home too…I’m sure he isn’t feeling great about it. And honestly, it makes me feel guilty too.” He admits softly, his hand feels sweaty in yours.

“He’s an asshole.” You let go of his hand, you feel your chest tighten and you hate yourself.

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter. I should get inside now.”

“Okay…” Taehyung leans in for another quick hug and places a kiss on your forehead. You wish you could enjoy it but on the other side of this forehead are thoughts of Jungkook. Once again, that son of a bitch.

~~~

The next few days pass quickly, you and Taehyung have gone on two more dates.

The second date felt like a movie—it was classic and dreamy. Taehyung picked you up and drove you over to the next town that was having a carnival. You walked around holding hands, eating cotton candy and laughing at his jokes. The night ended with the ferris wheel, where you two got some insta worthy pictures—one shot including his lips on yours.

It felt so surreal. He posted it on Instagram that night with the caption ‘Her’ with purple hearts and within a couple hours there were at least 50 comments congratulating the two of you.

Third date you two went to a drive in theater. You fed each other popcorn, talked over the radio’s audio and took snaps to prove your date to the world.

This week has been nothing short of amazing. Taehyung is absolutely perfect. You feel like the only girl in the world with him. Like you don’t have to compete with anyone. Unfortunately, the week may have felt amazing on the outside, on the inside it’s been…weird.

The weird part of this week is the lack of Jungkook. Your usual cereal at noon on Tuesdays didn’t happen, your usual weekly episode of My Hero didn’t happen, your usual chit chat and banter didn’t occur. Just silence and awkward passes.

It’s all your doing though…Jungkook has tried. He still sat at the breakfast table munching on Apple Jacks while you passed him by, walking out your front door to meet Taehyung. He saved this week’s episode to your list so you could watch it. He has sent you multiple texts saying he’s sorry and he misses you but you ignored them. You have purposely started putting a distance between the two of you and it makes you uncomfortable.

You remind yourself that, besides doing this because Taehyung requested it, it is also for the best.

~~~

You sit at the edge of your bed staring at the bouquet of flowers Taehyung had sent you this morning. You eye the flowers, taking in their gorgeous appearance. They’re open and full and colorful. But why do you look at them and feel disappointed?

They seem to be begging for water, so you stand to your feet and grab the bouquet. You head for the kitchen to find your mothers crystal vase so you can place the beautiful flowers in it.

Jungkook is sitting at the breakfast table, slurping on some noodles and playing on his phone. You completely ignore him as you walk into the kitchen.

You stand on your tip toes to try to reach the vase in the cupboard but it’s too high for you. God damn it, you think. There’s no way in hell you’re asking Jungkook for help, no way in hell!

*about 10 pathetic seconds later*

“Jungkook, will you help me?”

You don’t even turn around to face him, you just raise your voice so hears you. Yeah, you’re a coward. You hear the screech of the chair against the tiled floor and you shiver. Jungkook doesn’t say anything as he walks up behind you, his chest coming flush against your back and you swear if he tried to pay attention he could probably feel your heartbeat through the contact. You stay frozen as he reaches his arms above you and grabs the vase. He must of just done laundry because his detergent fills your nostrils, its clean and refreshing. He sets the vase down on the counter and he continues to stand closely behind you, his scent now overwhelming your senses.

“These flowers are pretty.” He leans down to say in your ear. His hand coming down to hold on to your waist. “But you only like tulips.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “These are fine too.”

“Yeah, they are.” He admits. “But they’re not what you want.” He squeezes your waist, then he’s backing away from your body and a chill is left behind as he gets further away. It’s like the further he walks away from you the colder you become. As if Jungkook is the source of your warmth.

~~~

It’s Saturday afternoon and you are finally done getting ready. Taehyung is taking you out to a pool party today, hosted by one of his close friends—Jim? No, Jin. You know you’ve heard Jungkook talk about him before but haven’t gotten the chance to meet him since he’s a bit older and already graduated.

You look in the mirror as you tug your oversized shirt over your shorts. Underneath is a plain black bikini but unfortunately today is not a good day—you’re bloated as hell and it shows. At least you think it does. You continue to rate yourself in the mirror when Jungkook walks past your room.

“Didn’t know you were so self obsessed.” He pops in to say.

You turn to face him and as soon as he sees your frustrated expression he knows you’re on the verge of waterworks.

“Woah woah, whats wrong?” Jungkook is quick to rush to your side. You’ve been ignoring him for a week yet he still rushes to you when you need him. You’re a god damn bitch.

“I feel fat but I have a pool party to attend to and—”

“You’re going to that too…?” Jungkook eyes the ground under his feet. He sounds disappointed.

You try to steady your breathing but you feel a breakdown coming and Jungkook can sense it too.

“You’re not fat.” He states plainly.

“You wouldn’t know with these clothes I’m wearing.” You try to reason.

“Then take them off and show me.” He’s obviously aware of the bathing suit underneath but still, his words do something strange to you.

“No, I’m ugly.” Is all you respond with.

“y/n I don’t have time for this, either show me or like, don’t go.”

“Fine!”

You begin unbuttoning your shorts, painfully slow. He watches as you fumble with the zipper as you slide it down. You drag the shorts down your legs one by one and then you reach for the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head. This leaves you half naked and feeling incredibly vulnerable.

Jungkook eyes you up and down quite shamelessly. His tongue darts out to lick his lip and he muffles a groan,

“You look fine.” He says so nonchalantly it makes you want to pull his hair out.

“Just fine?”

“You look good y/n” he says, his eyes sliding to the left. You don’t feel quite satisfied with his answer so you step towards him, getting so close he is forced to step back until his back is against the wall.

“How good?” you say, your voice dipping lower than usual, “So good you would—"

Bbbrrrr bbbrrrr bbrrrrr bbrrrr

Your phone.

“Hello? ….Hey Tae. No need, I’ll just meet you at your car. Okay, bye.” You click the phone off and throw it on your bed. You gather your clothes and put them back on as Jungkook stands there awkwardly. Once you have your things you turn to face Jungkook.

“Well Tae is here…” you motion towards the door. “Look, if you’re going to be at the party can you try to…respect my fake relationship? We wanna make it as real as poss—”

“I get it.” Jungkook snaps before walking out your bedroom. Fantastic.

~~~

“And this is y/n.” Taehyung pushes you forward by the shoulders as you stumble in front of all these new faces.

“Hi everyone.” You squeak out.

Everyone gives you a warm welcome, many handshakes and hugs later you feel well acquainted. You notice a familiar face. He’s laughing with Jin over some beers and you smile in their direction. Namjoon, a friend you met freshmen year. He notices you look in his direction and he waves you over. So you walk towards him and Jin, Namjoon handing you a drink as you get closer.

“Long time no see y/n!” his dimples light up the entire backyard. He glances between you and Taehyung, who is chatting with some others.

“You and our Taehyungie, huh?” He grins at you, “honestly, I thought you would end up with Jungkook.” You can’t help but blush at that. A real deep blush. Namjoon chuckles but his eyes hold pity.

“no no not Jungkook.” You laugh awkwardly.

“Well, Jungkook has always spoken really highly of you so I am sure Taehyung is a lucky guy.” Jin chimes in.

For some reason you feel sick at that. Jungkook speaks highly of you? Yet here you are ignoring him for another guy. You are avoiding your own best friend because of a boy. Fuck, you are the worst.

“thanks guys…well, I’m gonna go see Tae.”

You walk over to Taehyung, and when he spots you he absolutely lights up. His boxy grin taking over his entire face.

“There’s my girl,” he pulls you in for a hug and places a kiss to your head. You want to melt, you want to feel the lava of love drown you but instead you feel anxious as you notice Jungkook from across the yard. He’s got a beer to his lips and his eyes on you.

“Thanks for doing this y/n.” Taehyung also catches the pair of eyes watching the two of you. He meets Jungkook’s hard gaze and automatically Taehyung is filled with anxiety as well. Jungkook just shakes his head towards his friend and takes a generous sip of his drink.

“Everything okay?” you ask, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Everything is fine.” He says with a tight lip smile. “Just glad you’re here.” He says honestly.

A few hours pass, and the whole gang is crowded in the pool. Mostly everyone is drunk, but you are pretty sober. Not wanting a repeat of last weekend. Yikes, amirite ladies? Taehyung has his hands all over you, which you don’t really mind. The thought of him touching you was once something that might make you faint but you’ve grown comfortable. Your eyes scan the pool when you notice Jungkook is nowhere to be found. Did he go home already? Maybe he was feeling so down because you’ve been ignoring him…god, you hate yourself. You just need to talk to him. You’re a shitty friend, for sure.

“I’m gonna be right back,” you whisper to Taehyung. He only nods his head and continues chatting with his friends.

Jin’s house is beyond nice, and also huge. You are trying to find the bathroom but feel like you are opening every door but the one you’re looking for. There’s only one door left at the end of the main hall and you bet your entire ass it’s the bathroom. You reach for the door knob when you hear something muffled on the other side. Oh, it’s taken.

“Thanks for this.” It’s a woman’s voice.

“No problem.” Its Jungkook. You feel your stomach drop. What makes you feel worse is how detached Jungkook sounds. He sounds far away and broken. The doorknob begins to rattle and you try to make a run for it in time but are too late. The door is swinging open and one of Jin’s friends is walking out and in the background you see Jungkook zipping up his pants. His eyes meet yours and you want to run the fuck away.

“y/n?” Jungkook’s eyes expand twice their size as he spots you.

“I was…I was just looking for the bathroom.”

Jungkook’s face hardens, “Well, you found it.” He makes his way to pass you but you grab on to his arm to stop him.

“Wait,” you breathe in and out, trying to give yourself time to think of what you want to say.

“What is it?” his voice is somehow softer than he probably intended.

“I want to talk to you…explain to you why I’ve been ignoring you.”

“Yeah, you’re still pissed at me, I fucking get it.” He spits out bitterly.

“It’s…it’s more than that.”

“More than that? Did I do something more? What did I do? y/n just tell me…” He rocks back and forth on his heels, his eyes glued to the ground.

“You’re going to be so mad at me, maybe even hate me—”

“You know I could never hate you.” He whispers, sounding so sincere it crushes you.

You glance around your surroundings, making sure no one is around and drag him back into the bathroom for some privacy. You shut the door behind you, trying so hard to ignore the smell of sex.

“Tae thought—” you begin but Jungkook is already rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Of course Tae thought.” His tone almost scares you. “Let me guess? Taehyung doesn’t want me around while you guys are fake dating. That’s not fucking weird to you?” He grits between his teeth. He balls up his fists at his side, you see his knuckles turn white and it makes you feel uneasy.

“He made some good points…”

“Oh really?” Jungkook laughs bitterly, “Like what?”

You looked into Jungkook’s doe eyes and feel a sense of guilt, like you somehow made the wrong choice.

“He thinks we’re too close. And he’s right. It would be weird if I’m super closer to another guy while dating him.” you reason, but your face falls when you see Jungkook’s scrunched up expression.

“You think we’re too close?” he whispers.

Well, yes. But also, no. Of course not, but also yes. How do you tell Jungkook all of that?

“People always think we’re dating or fucking or—”

“Oh? And all the sudden we care what people think?” his voice wavers from the rollercoaster of emotions he is feeling.

“Jungkook wait, I’m wording this all wrong. It’s just for a month okay?”

“You wanna date him that badly? That you would throw me away?” he grits out.

“Hey! That’s not fucking fair.”

“So what? Say your little fantasy comes true and he decides he wants to date you for real? Am I still out of the picture?”

“No no, of course not…” you shake your head and reach for his hands but he pulls away.

“So then what’s the difference now?”

Jungkook has a good point but you’re at a loss for words. Too choked up to speak.

“And you know what y/n? Fuck you for choosing him over me in the first place.” And with that Jungkook breezes past you, swings open the bathroom door and is out of your view.

Jungkook has never spoken to you like that before, you stand there with your mouth hung open and tears forming in your eyes.

He’s right. You fucked up. You did a fucked up thing. You chose a boy who may not even actually like you over the one guy who has always had your back.

“y/n?” you snap your head in the direction of the door to see Taehyung standing there. A look of disappointment decorating his face.

“I was told you and Jungkook were in the bathroom…” he spits out.

“I had to talk to him, that’s all.”

“Yeah, but how does this look for me?” Taehyung speaks sternly. You did NOT need this right now.

“Tae—”

“You couldn’t even last more than a week y/n.” he scoffs.

“Listen could we just talk about this later?” you ask with pleading eyes.

“I’ll call an uber.” He motions towards the hallway, “we can talk tomorrow.”

You slump your shoulders and nod your head, tomorrow sounds like it’s for the best.

3 days have passed and neither Jungkook nor Taehyung have talked to you.

You hear Jungkook come in and out of the apartment but you’re too shy to make a move outside of your bedroom. He’s either coming from classes, the gym, Jimins, or some girls house and you’re dying to know which.

You have been hibernating in your room, taking comfort in your bed when you get a notification from Instagram.

@V tagged you in a post.

You scramble to unlock your phone so you can view the post. Once you are on the app you click on you notifs and click on the post.

It’s a picture of you eating cotton candy from when he took you to the fair on your date. With the caption:

“Missing my girl tonight”

And a bunch of heart emojis. Your own heart sinks. He misses you? You close the app and instead open your messages.

y/n 9:08pm

You miss me for the show or is there some truth behind that?

Taehyung 9:20pm

Maybe it’s both?

Taehyung 9:22pm

I am sorry for how I left things…I was just kinda embarrassed that my supposed girl was with another guy,,,in a bathroom.

y/n 9:24pm

trust me I know how it looks and im sorry…

y/n 9:26pm

If it makes you feel any better Jungkook isn’t talking to me either.

Taehyung 9:26pm

Of course that doesn’t make me feel better, he is your best friend…

y/n 9:28pm

tae, I hope we can continue this…I still want to help you…

Taehyung 9:34pm

Ill pick you up at 6 for a date tmrw: )

y/n 9:34pm

I cant wait: ) : )

You click your phone off and toss it on the other side of the bed, you squeal in excitement as the realization hits that Taehyung still wants to do this with you.

You hear Jungkook on the other side of the wall, yelling into what you assume is his headset. He’s gaming. You miss him so god damn much. He has no idea what his silence is doing to you. You try to focus your attention on tomorrows date with Taehyung but you can’t help the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Guilt. You were an awful friend and now thinking about it you are continuing to be an awful friend. If he even counts you as friends anymore.

“fuck you”

Those words ring loud and clear in your ears. You didn’t even know Jungkook was capable of speaking to you like that. It fucking hurts.

Jungkook is in his room pacing back and forth. He saw it. The insta post. And he feels like he’s losing you. Neither of you have made a move to speak to the other. He’s just too hurt and you continue to see Taehyung? You obviously don’t feel too bad about the whole ordeal. And 3 days is just too long. A week was too long, but somehow these 3 days are worse.

Jungkook grabs his phone and opens up tinder. He messages one of the girls that’s been teasing him lately. He figures now is the time to make more of a move.

Jungkook 10:00pm

Hey ;) what are you doing tonight?

Leslie 10:10pm

Gonna be thinking about you probably;)

Jungkook 10:12pm

Instead of thinking about me, come see me.

And that was it, that’s all it took. She was quick to agree and he is already sending her the address.

It’s after 11pm when you hear the front door open, you quietly get out of bed, curiosity getting the best of you. Was Jungkook leaving? But then you hear a girls voice and you immediately frown. Oh. She sounds pretty. Is that even a thing? Well, she does. And it has you feeling weird. You thought you were over this.

You hear the patter of their footsteps walking towards Jungkook’s room, the sound of his door opening and closing just like that.

You walk back to your bed feeling ashamed for spying, but now you know you won’t be getting any sleep tonight. Fanfuckingtastic.

“aaahhh…” the random girl whines out causing you to shift uncomfortably in your bed.

“More?” you can hear Jungkook’s muffled voice, he sounds strained. Probably because he’s fucking some girl a few feet away from you.

You reach over to your nightstand for your headphones when you hear Jungkook grunting as the beds headboard bangs against your wall, he groans and moans and you feel yourself getting hotter.

You try not to imagine Jungkook in these scenarios but he sounds…no, you won’t have those thoughts…you don’t want to remember. Your hand is still midair when you retreat it back to your bed.

“Fuck yeah baby.” You hear him gripe. And you squeeze your thighs together. No, this cannot be happening.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” Fuck, she sounds so fucked out.

“Feels so good, feels so good” he pants over and over and you feel the back of your eyes burn.

“gonna come” he groans out and your chest is heaving now, your breathing becoming a chore. You can’t cry, not over this. He hates you and he’s buried in some other girl. And you want to fucking crying about it. You hear him moaning on the other side of the wall and then—

“Fuuuuuuccckk” his orgasm is fucking apparent. He’s obviously coming and you’re lying in your bed all fucking pathetic with tears staining your cheeks.

Jungkook lays in bed totally fucked out of his mind. This girl is sleeping next to him, trying to her best to cuddle but he resists. He wishes he had time to himself to think properly. He just fucked another girl and thought of you the entire time. He is 100% fucked up. Wait, wait. He needs to explain himself…it’s not like he thought of you like, sexually. It’s just you’re all that’s on his mind. Even during fucking sex. And he hates himself for it.

He decides to sneak out of bed to have a shower. He creaks open his door for any sign of life and when there is none he tip toes to the bathroom. Jungkook stands in the shower letting the warm water cascade over his skin, he just stands there lifeless.

Images of you cross his mind and he sinks to his knees, pulling them into his chest and he quietly curses under his breath. He misses you so much and things have gotten so messed up he just doesn’t even know how to fix it.

He scrubs himself clean, ridding the scent of the random girl he brought over. He sniffles under the raining water hating himself.

Jungkook dries himself off with your towel, and puts on his shorts. His chest left bare.

He exits the bathroom when he notices a light coming from the kitchen and sees you sitting at the table with a glass of water.

“oh.” Jungkook slips up.

“oh?” you wonder.

“I thought you were fast asleep.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.

“Just woke up.” You lie through your teeth with a strained smile. “Couldn’t sleep…”

“I know the feeling…” he admits, walking closer to you.

Jungkook makes his way to the table before pulling out a chair and sitting down next to you.

“Listen—”

“Jungkook—”

You both begin talking at the same time. Jungkook ushers you to go first.

“I…I’m still fake dating Tae.”

“I know.”

“But…” your eyes gloss over, getting choked up trying to continue. “But I am so sorry.” A few tears spill from your eyes.

“I know y/n.” he reaches his hand to squeeze your knee. You feel so much better with him touching you. “I’m sorry too…I was really harsh. And it pains me every day that I haven’t talked to you.”

“Trust me, I get it. I wanted to like, kill myself not talking to you.” Your eyes slam shut as more tears threaten to fall.

Jungkook’s face morphs into a deep frown, “You know I don’t like when you say that…”

“Right…sorry.”

“Honestly y/n…I don’t know when I will be okay with this, but I’ll respect your wishes for the month.”

“Jungkook…” Your hand flies down to his and you squeeze it but he’s quick to let it go.

“I’m mad at you right now.” He admits softly, his breathing is slow and steady. “So just give me some space.”

~~~

Like magical clockwork you hear light knocking on your front door. You scramble to find your phone and your purse to make it to the door in good time but you hear it being creaked open and the voices of two men. Shit, Jungkook got to the door first.

Ever since you started fake dating Taehyung it seems Jungkook has been keeping a distance from him. You aren’t sure why but they’ve been weird. So you want to avoid as much awkwardness as possible. You grab all your belongings and rush to the living room and find the two men sitting on the sofa quietly chatting.

“Can you keep your voice down dude?” Taehyung peers over his shoulder, looking in the direction of your room. “Would if she hears?”

“I wish she would fucking hear,” Jungkook grits through his teeth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Why don’t you just tell her?” he leans back on the back of the sofa, “She might be understanding, hm? Do it before it’s too late or I swear to god Taehyung I will tell her myself.”

“You swore you wouldn’t say shit. Just like how I swore not to say any—”

“Okay.”

“I’ll tell her dude. Just give me some time to—"

Jungkook’s eyes shoot up when he hears the light creak of your bedroom door open, he waits expectantly for you to walk through.

“Hey guys,” you announce your presence and both boys look up at you and smile. Taehyung with his boxy grin and Jungkook with a tightlipped smile.

“Hey y/n, you look nice,” Taehyung stands to his feet and walks towards you, “I mean, you always do.” He stops just in front of you and hands you a bag.

“What’s this?” you take the bag and jingle it around a bit.

“just something for our date.” He grins. “You can open it later.” Taehyung glances over at Jungkook, “Anyway, let’s get going. See you later man.” He nods toward the boy and faces you again. “shall we?”

You smile up at Taehyung and take his hand in your yours and lead him towards the front door but before you leave you and Jungkook make eye contact and he frowns.

Taehyung being the gentlemen he is runs to the car before you and opens your car door.

“Feet inside?” he asks and you’re nodding yes when he shuts the door for you. He runs around the other side and enters the car himself. Taehyung settles on an old 50’s station with the volume just right. He’s humming along with a dopey grin on his face, feeling satisfied with his choice.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Let’s get some dinner first then we can do our date activity I have planned” he chuckles to himself, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

You drive around in comfortable silence when you decide to take your phone out and shoot Jungkook a text.

y/n 6:14pm

You okay?

Jungkook 6:16pm

Don’t worry about me while you’re out with another guy

“Everything okay?” Taehyung asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“hm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking.” You reply quite honestly.

“About Jungkook?”

“What?? Why would you assume that?” your voice rises in panic.

“Well, we were all just together and I know you and him are fighting…I thought it was a safe assumption.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Oh…right. Actually, me and Jungkook sorted things out kind of but we’re still barely talking.”

“oh? Really?” Taehyungs grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“He said he will steer clear for the month, ya know, in public.”

“He—he agreed?” Taehyung coughs a few times, his head pushed back in disbelief.

“Something like that.” You don’t really know what to say, this is an awkward thing to be talking about and you wish the subject would change.

“Anyway,” you begin, “How did things with Anna escalate?”

Taehyung freezes. The color draining from his face as his knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.

“Um.” Taehyung feels sweat beading on his forehead as he tries to come up with an answer.

“You know how it is,” his mouth feels dry as he tries to speak, “She just won’t leave me alone and I want to show her that I am taken so she will get the hint.” Then a sly smile spreads across his face “and I think it’s working.”

“You think so?” you raise a brow in question.

“Well, you are such a convincing girlfriend after all.” His right arm extends towards your knee and he squeezes it. “Thanks again y/n…” he almost sounds…guilty. But you push that thought away and smile at him. Your sweet smile making him feel even guiltier.

~~~

“Dinner was sooo good.” You raise your arms above your head, stretching your body, a satisfied moan leaving you as you lower your arms again.

“I knew you’d like it! Best pizza in town!” Taehyung sets his credit card in the bill holder on the table. “Ready for what I have planned next?”

“hmmm, yes.”

The two of you wait for the server to return so you can finish paying so you can leave. Once all finished up at the restaurant the two of you head back to the parking lot and get inside his car to go to your next destination.

“Your apartment?” you ask as you notice his building coming into view.

“Yes. But you’ll see.” He turns his head quickly to flash you his pearly whites.

The two of you walk to his front door as he unlocks the door. Taehyung has a two bedroom apartment but lives alone. You’ve only ever seen his kitchen and living room and you’re wondering if you’re lucky enough you’ll see his bedroom. Hehe but that’s wishful thinking.

“You have that bag?” Taehyung asks,

“yup,” you say lifting it up and showing him the precious goods.

“Great go put it on!”

You tilt your head in confusion but you see how excited he is so you walk to his bathroom and shut the door behind you. Would if it was lingerie? You giggle to yourself at the ridiculous idea.

You open the bag to find some type of clothing. First, you pull out a large white t shirt and next was an…apron? The apron was a light pink color with a pocket in the front with your initials embroidered on it. You gasp once you realize it, your heart beating out of your chest as you melt into a puddle on the floor. He got your initials on an apron? You hurry to change into the white t shirt and put the apron on.

“Cute.” You murmur to yourself in the mirror before you’re out the door and back into the living room.

“How do you like it?” Taehyung asks from behind you, surprising you with a glass of water. You take the water gratefully and gulp down a few sips before answering.

“love it, but what’s it for?”

Taehyung beams, grabbing your arm and leading you into one of the bedrooms. He stands in front of the door and bounces on his heels.

“Ready?”

“Yes?”

“Never showed anyone this room but I feel like you’re special” Taehyung giggles, “Plus I thought it was a cute date idea.”

“hmm, okay. I’m ready.” You are such a fool for this boy, his cuteness doing a million things to you.

Taehyung begins to slowly open the door revealing a room with tarp covering the ground and easels taking up space. There are buckets of paint, a variety of colors spread all across. And many, many art pieces.

“You…” you begin to say in awe, “You’re an artist, Tae?”

“Aspiring.” He chuckles a bit bitterly. “How would you like to paint together?”

“You feel comfortable enough with me?” you ask, surprised.

“Something about you….” He starts but leaves it hanging. “Let’s paint!”

You dip your paint brush in purple paint and stroke it across the canvas, the color joining a mess of other colors. That’s art, right? Fuck, you are not good at this. You sneak a glance over at Taehyung to see him painting a scenic art piece. There’s mountains and flowers but somehow in an abstract kind of way, you tilt your head to the side trying to eye it more carefully.

“Hey, no peeking!” his bottom lip jutting out in the cutest way. You just want to kiss it.

You stand from your stool and walk over to his, your eyes never leaving his art work.

“I’m trying to figure out what I am looking at. Don’t get me wrong, its super cool. But like there’s this beautiful tree with flowers but also shapes??”

“Its abstract, y/n.” his tone is light and makes you flutter. “I like it this way.” He says softly.

“me too.” You look at him, his eyes meeting yours. His gaze shifts to your lips.

“heh really?” Taehyung’s cheeks turn a wonderful shade of pink, like the flowers on his canvas.

“You really are amazing, aren’t you?”

“Me? Let’s see what you got!” He stands from his stool and begins walking over to your art work.

“No!” you stand in his way, your arms flailing above your head. “It’s not good!” You laugh and push his chest back with your hands, Taehyung wobbles in place as he laughs at your dramatics.

“It can’t be that bad.”

You finally let him walk past you, he stands in front of your canvas with his finger on his chin,

“Okay, it can be that bad.”

Taehyung bubbles with laughter and you hit his shoulder but end up laughing with him.

“I told you.” You pout. Taehyung stares at you, his eyes once again shifting towards your lips and you aren’t going to play dumb, of course you’ve noticed.

“What?” you jut your lip out even more, walking just a bit closer to him.

“Nothing, you’re just cute.” Taehyung admits. His long fingers brush against your cheek as he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Like, really cute.”

Well, holy shit. Your heart and also your vagina cannot take this.

“How cute?” you breathe out.

“So cute I could kiss you.” Taehyung walks closer, his foot bumping into yours. “But…” He looks down at the ground, guilt beginning to surface, “y/n I have to tell—”

You tilt your head up and meet his lips for a peck on the lips taking him by surprise. Taehyung knits his brows together and is about to say something when he sighs out instead. One of his hands travel to cup the back of your head to bring you closer to him and he kisses you again. He deepens the kiss. Its slow and there’s no tongue, just lips moving tenderly against one another. You feel so light and airy like you could just float away until he abruptly pulls back.

“What’s wrong?” you panic, worry filling your eyes.

“We—we shouldn’t do that.” He finally says after a moment. Why? It was just some kissing between two people who possibly like each other? It’s not like you were delusional right? It’s not like you were making this up in your head. The flowers, the apron, the dinners, the car door, the ‘missing my girl’, the way he treats you can’t just be because of some fake dating bullshit. You know he is known for his kindness but to this extent?

“Why?” you finally say.

“Because,” Taehyung drags a hand across his face, “No one’s around. Let’s just take our pictures—”

BBrrrrrr bbbrrrr brrrrrr bbbrrrr

Taehyung’s phone is sitting on the table next to where the two of you are, it’s going off and you naturally glance over.

Incoming call: Anna

Taehyung races to turn it off, his face flushing and his hands have become sweaty.

“She…she just doesn’t give up.” He chuckles awkwardly, his phone in his grasp as you hear the buzzing of incoming messages.

“Is that her too?” you ask, feeling sorry for him.

“Uh, yeah…probably.” He says, his eyes looking all over the room but never on you.

“Well, let’s see what she’s saying.” You say nonchalantly, reaching for his phone but he yanks his hand back and barks a loud ‘No’. Startled, you step away from him.

“Sorry, I just…” he rubs his neck.

“No no, it’s okay, I shouldn’t have reached for your phone like that…” Something is off, You can feel it. But you want to push that feeling away.

“Let’s just take the pictures, I need to get home soon.”

“Yeah, okay.” Taehyung forces a smile.

~~~

Something is off with Taehyung. The way he wanted to kiss you but then pulled back. The way he got super weird after Anna called. Has she traumatized him that much? Is she like a real, legit stalker who is totally and completely obsessed with him? You feel bad for the guy, he seems like he probably has trust issues or something. Maybe he thinks you might turn out to be like her and he’s scared of that so that’s why he is pushing you away.

That’s gotta be it. You roll around in your bed about to finally get some sleep when you hear music blaring through the wall. Jungkook. You roll your eyes at his choice of timing. The clock reads after midnight, why the hell is he blasting music at this time?

You rise from your bed and storm into his room. Jungkook looks surprised to see you as he is in the middle of doing pushups—shirtless.

His muscles ripple with every movement and it has you practically drooling.

“Uh, can I help you?” Jungkook doesn’t look very annoyed, mostly amused.

“It’s late, Jungkook. Can you turn this shit down?”

“Can’t. Didn’t get a work out in today…so here I am.” He rises to his feet, shrugging.

The music is some horrible rock back that you can’t stand and Jungkook knows this. He fucking knows this. Wow, he really is mad at you still.

“Listen dude,” you put your hands on your hips, “I’ve had a weird day and I just want to relax.”

“Oh baby, I can think of a way for you to relax.” He winks. You want to puke, why is Jungkook so gross.

“Ew.”

“So…how was it?” Jungkook’s eyes fall to the ground.

“What?”

“How—how was your date with Taehyung?” he doesn’t raise his eyes, they stay glued to the floor.

“It was…” you get flashbacks to the awkward date, “fine.” You finish, not wanting to give Jungkook any more reason to dislike you and Taehyung together. “Yeah, it was fine” you force a smile.

“You know I know better than anyone when you’re lying.” He says, finally looking at you again.

Fuck. He’s right, if anyone knows you and your lying habits its Jungkook. He can read you like his favorite book. And it’s like, a picture book. Super fucking easy.

“It was fine Jungkook.” You lie again.

“What happened?” his tone eases into something softer, something more comforting and it almost makes you break and tell him the truth. Almost. But not quite.

“Nothing happened. Keep the music down, I’m going to bed.”

Jungkook watches as you spin on your heels to exit his bedroom, his eyes caving and watching your ass the entire time. He has a love-hate relationship with your house shorts, they’re sexy as hell and that’s the problem.

Jungkook turns the volume down on his speakers and sits on the edge of his bed. His head falls into his hands as he thinks about your date with Taehyung. Something must have happened. He knows it. He feels it. But he can’t force you to tell him.

He lays back on his bed and his face hardens as he thinks more about your fake relationship. He wants to beat Taehyungs ass. He wish he could tell you but it’s not his place and he just wishes Taehyung will do the right thing.

While staying loyal to Taehyung is he betraying you?

~~~~

Best friend: “A person you value over other friends in your life, someone you have fun with, someone you trust and someone in whom you confide.” That’s how the dictionary would describe the word but in Jungkook’s dictionary it would just be your cute face. Everything about you is cute to him, the way you walk, talk, dress, sneeze, just everything.

Even when you look gross as hell in the mornings dealing with a nasty hangover he still viewed you as…cute.

When Jungkook first noticed you was in his Literature class that took place on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He knew you always sat in the back and took your notes without really paying him any attention. And not to sound like a cocky bastard but…why not? He obviously thought you were pretty and there was something about you…

The second time he noticed you was at some frat party where he caught you staring at him and he thought he finally might have a chance at talking to you. Or get in your pants at least. He could one and done this situation and move on with his life but much to his surprise you weren’t interested in getting dicked down by him. No, you were interested in just…hanging out. Which he wasn’t use to. Most girls just wanted to say the got with the Jeon Jungkook and don’t pay him any mind for something serious. Because apparently he isn’t the type of guy you could be “serious” with. It’s not like he doesn’t hear the rumors. He hated this honestly…but he guesses it’s his own fault.

He even playfully offered to take you upstairs that night but you refused him. Much too shy. So he got a better idea: the 24 hour diner down the road.

You ended up talking until 9 am the next morning, laughing and snorting, telling tons of stories that cracked the two of you up. He even shared deeply personal information with you that shocked the both of you. But it just felt right—talking to you. He felt like he could open his heart to you, like he was making a real friend.

Jungkook doesn’t have much of a dating history…he mostly just sleeps around and is okay with that—because he has to be. Like what was said earlier, Jungkook isn’t a guy you get “serious” with and all the girls knew that. It just started with one girl spreading the fact he isn’t the type to ‘do’ relationships. He thought this would cause girls to try harder and try to change him or whatever. But none cared enough. He guesses…he just isn’t worth it. Does Jungkook yearn for something more? You wouldn’t know because he has never voiced it. Even though he isn’t lucky in love, he did get super lucky in a friend. That’s you. He cherishes your friendship more than anything in the world and wouldn’t do anything to risk ruining it.

3 years ago

“What about you?” you smile at him with all your teeth, “What are your parents like?”

You didn’t know at the time but this question made Jungkook feel the very dread he avoids feeling.

He looked into your wide eyes and couldn’t help the sigh that escapes his lips.

“Dad cheated the whole time and moms not around anymore.” Jungkook picks at his cuticles.

You felt a pang of guilt for bringing it up…but you were too curious to stop.

“Where did she go?” you can’t seem to stop yourself from asking.

Jungkook pauses his bad habit, his fingers coming to a halt.

“Can we change the subject?” he finally says, a small smile spreading across his lips, “It’s like, uh…a touchy subject. Ya know?” he almost looks as if he feels bad that he can’t confide in you.

“I promise I will tell you about it someday.” He swears with his pinky joining your pinky. You felt content with his answer but somehow you knew he probably never would.

Jungkook lays in his bed with his head dangling off the edge. Its 10 at night and you’re still not back. You had another date with Taehyung today—he knows because he follows the both of you on Instagram and you posted a photo of Taehyung in front of a mural that’s located just downtown. He grabs his phone to check your location and unfortunately you are still in the same spot—Taehyungs apartment. He hates this. Why does he hate this? Because Taehyung doesn’t deserve you and what he’s doing is not right. But he can’t tell you that because none of this is his business. Instead all he does is piss you off and he hates himself for it.

He truly thinks the world of you, he truly wants nothing but the best for you and he truly loves you. You’re his best friend.

Jungkook starts to doze off when he hears the front door being unlocked. It’s you.

Quickly, Jungkook jumps to his feet and scurries to his bedroom door and places his ear over the wood. He hears you talking…then another voice. You’re not alone. Its muffled but he makes out what you’re saying.

“It was amazing T,” oh, you’re with Trina. “He got me flowers, took pictures of me and got all my best angles.” He hears you giggling then another voice joins you in your laughter.

“I told you! This was a great idea!” Trina says, Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“He was such a gentlemen the whole time and it…I know it’s not real but I don’t know man…it feels real sometimes.”

“Girl, he would be stupid not to have a thing for you.” For once, Trina and Jungkook agree on something.

“I would actually kill myself if he did!” you giggle.

Jungkook goes rigid at your words, his jaw clenching so hard it ticks. He hates when you say shit like that, it creates a suffocating bubble around him that’s too hard to pop.

.

Jungkook decides he’s eavesdropped enough and settles back on his bed. He lays back, his arms folded behind him. He feels beyond frustrated and doesn’t know what could cure this. Well, maybe sex? Maybe he should call up some girl…maybe that could make him feel better. But somehow that didn’t appeal to him so much in this moment when his brain is occupied of you. So he settles for himself. It’s been a while since Jungkook gave himself a handy but he’s not opposed of going for it.

The lights are off and Jungkook is deciding if he wants to watch porn or settle for his imagination. A girl he use to hook up with enters his mind and he decides to roll with it, he dips his hands underneath his boxers to feel up his hardening length. He reaches for his nightstand to squirt some lube in his hand, his cock is only half hard by the time he’s gently stroking himself. The skin on his cock is smooth with few veins decorating the length, he’s already leaking precum while his imagination starts up.

He thinks of this girl and her lips, how she looks with them wrapped around his greedy cock and he becomes even harder. Fuck, he can’t remember her name—a piece of shit move but he doesn’t care at this point. He’s stroking himself faster, gathering the precum at his tip and smearing it around. A light moan escapes his lips as he tugs on the head of his cock harder. His other hand drags his boxers down his legs as his continues to stroke himself and then reaches to fondle his balls. He groans at the sensation.

He then thinks of the girls ass in the air, her wiggling it around and begging him to fuck her. Her ass is round and plump, it jiggles slightly as she squirms below him. His hand moves quickly as his thoughts get dirtier. He doesn’t see her face just her ass and her voice sounds a lot like…yours. Fuck, he can’t be thinking of you right now. He’s pissed at you, his thoughts growing angry yet somehow his hand doesn’t stop. He’s so close it fucking hurts.

“Fuck…y/n..” he whimpers into his shoulder. He now sees your face, underneath him, your hair all splayed out. Your lips are swollen and you whine for him, begging for him to fuck into you faster. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut at that image, his hand stroking him impossibly fast as he is beginning to lose all composure. He shouldn’t be thinking of you right now, or ever—not like this. But he hears you beg for him, he imagines flipping you over, demanding you to raise your ass in the air. You beg to be punished, you beg for him to spank you, and he does. He pulls his hand back and slaps your needy ass and you whimper. He does it again and again.

He sees himself insert his cock into your pussy and he’s thrusting in and out like his life depends on it. Jungkook’s hand squeezes desperately around his throbbing member, he cries out quietly as he fucks you in his mind.

He imagines you reaching your own high, your moans and screams ringing in his ears and that’s what sets him over the edge. His cum spurts out of his swollen cock, spraying all over his hand as he begins to come to a stop on himself.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck” Jungkook is out of breath, his fantasy too much for him to handle. “What the fuck did I just….”

He sits in complete silence as his breathing comes down. Did he just? He is not supposed to do that.

[pr0dbeomgyu]

8 + Beomgyu thank you!

8. “ just listen, real closely, all right. and stop laughing. "

pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

prompts here

a/n: 🥺 thank you for requesting this, tbh i rlly hoped someone would req this prompt for beomgyu. and you did!! so you're my fav, anon! ily ♥️ i hope you enjoy it and maybe squeal like how i did while writing this

y/n's at beomgyu's house, game controllers on each of her and beomgyu's hands. this is a normal occurence to her, coming over to his house invited or not invited at least 3 times weekly. she knew every inch of the house, maybe she could even notice if there's a new crack in the walls. considering her 10-year friendship with him, it was only natural, she thought.

both of them were playing as if their lives were on the line, occassionally yelling and pushing each other by the shoulder. she kicked him in the shin when he messed up with the joysticks of her controller, making him yelp in pain as he dramatically rolled down to the floor in front of her.

y/n looked over at him, he's still lying on his back, eyes closed. rolling her eyes at his antics, she nudged him with her toes.

"stop being dramatic, a kick in the shin cant even cause death,"

"why are we even best friends?" he glared at her.

"idk, maybe cause im the only one who wants to be friends with you,"

"i dare u to say that again,"

and she did.

the next thing she knew, he was tickling her sides, making her lose balance. both of them laughed when he fell on top of her on the couch, his hand still tickling her until she felt like she cant breathe anymore.

somewhere in between while y/n was still laughing, beomgyu had stopped tickling, his hands moved to each side of her head. his long hair was dangling down at her, making him look rather surreal.

she saw his facial expression changed into a serious one,

"what's wrong now,"

"i have something to tell you,"

suddenly she felt all nervous. how could she not? the boy she had been crushing on for 5 years is looking at her intensely, not to mention how close their faces are? she could almost feel his breath fanning on her face. she let out a laugh out of habit(she always did this when she gets too nervous), and looked at everywhere and anywhere other than beomgyu's eyes.

beomgyu found himself smiling at the sweet sound of her laugh, adoring the features of her face; how her nose scrunched and her eyes crinkled.

it was indeed very endearing when he realised how nervous she is. he held her chin gently with his thumb and pointer finger, making her meet his eyes.

“ just listen, real closely, all right. and stop laughing. " he said softly.

he finally continued after y/n's laughter dies down.

"i know we've been friends for 10 years and i shouldnt be feeling this, but i really like you, y/n. remember that time when i went away for the exchange student program? i learned it the hard way that i cant live without you," he confessed, making her feel warm all over.

"really? hmm let me see, well i really like you too, beomgyu. i've been so in love with you for years but you're too blind to see. even taehyun the anti-romantic could see through me," you teased, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

beomgyu wrapped his arms around y/n as he delicately cupped y/n's face, thumbs caressing them ever so lightly, making her lean into his touch.

"im so lucky to know you, y/n," he whispered into her ear, taking her hand towards his lips to place soft kisses on her knuckles.

[amazingmaeve]

━ stop thinking

summary ━ y/n’s sixth year at hogwarts is horrible with snape being headmaster but ginny weasleys there to make it better.

request ━ Could you please write a ginny x female reader imagine with the prompts 61, 65 and 156 from the smut list? The one that you posted today was awesome! Thank you :)

warnings ━ smut (18*)

word count ━

note ━ sorry for not uploading for a while :(

Y/N always knew that there was this deep attraction to Ginny. Deep down she felt something for the red headed girl. But she could never admit it to herself.

She always told herself that she didn’t like girls that she liked boys. But Ginny kept appearing in her dreams no matter how hard she tried to block them out. There wasn’t denying that Ginny was a beautiful woman.

Ginny had no idea of what Y/N was feeling even though they’ve been friends ever since their 2nd year. She didn’t think Ginny was attracted to girls since her crush on Harry Potter.

This attraction towards her friend started in Y/N’s 5th year. It was a dream that ended with the two of them kissing. Y/N woke up with a start, her heart racing. She touched her lips remembering the kiss. No she thought she couldn’t be dreaming about this.

But the dreams got worse, it wasn’t bad it was good but Y/N kept telling herself she shouldn’t be dreaming this. The dreams got more sexual that she woke up with her pussy throbbing and wet.

Y/N got accustomed to the dreams and enjoyed them until she woke up to her reality.

She came to terms with her sexuality in the 6th year. She wasn’t going to make a move on Ginny since Ginny didn’t seem like she was into women.

The summer between her 5th and 6th year the dreams kept coming. It was the summer where she used her imagination and touched herself. At first it was weird to Y/N jerking off while thinking of her best friend but got used to it. Of course she would never do it at Hogwarts with Ginny in the same room.

She still kept her friendship with Ginny alive but tried to keep the thoughts out of her head. She couldn’t lose a friend over this.

Something else happened in her 6th year, Ron, Harry, and Hermione went off to find the horcruxes to defeat Voldemort. At first hearing about Voldemort when she was younger she was confused why people were so afraid of him since she was a muggle. But then she got the explanation.

Y/N was terrified of Voldemort after she heard what he did. The people he killed. It didn’t get real until he returned in her 3rd year when Cedric Diggory died.

Hogwarts was different after Dumbledore died at Snape's hands. But she had to go back to school and finish her education. She felt unsafe at Hogwarts since Snape to have favoritism for Slytherins and Slytherins didn’t like her at all. Ginny always reassured her that nothing would happen, they didn’t have the guts to try anything.

That comment made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

Then one day everything changed between the two of them. It was midday and Y/N wondered where Ginny was and wondered what she got on a test since she helped her study.

Y/N was sitting on her bed nervously waiting for the girl. Ginny came in with a sigh and Y/N knew that it wasn’t good.

“That bad,” Y/N asked as Ginny sat at the end of her bed. Ginny nodded as her face contorted with anger.

“Got a D,” Ginny mumbled, rolling her eyes. “Snape’s favoritism is really getting to me,” She snapped.

“Don’t worry about it, once Harry and the others get back everything will fall into place,” Y/N softly reassured her, giving her a pat on the arm.

“Hopefully,” Ginny whispered and her face contorted to a smile. “You always know how to cheer me up,” She laughed.

“Just- just my talent,” Y/N stuttered as her heart fluttered at her laugh. She hated the feelings she had but couldn’t get them to stop.

Ginny then made eye contact and Y/N gave her a nervous smile. She felt herself gain some confidence and leaned in and pressed her lips against hers.

At first Y/N thought Ginny wouldn’t kiss back since she thought she liked only boys. But to her surprise Ginny kissed her back softly putting her hand on Y/N’s thigh giving it a squeeze. The kiss deepened and she fought for dominance but in the end Ginny won.

“I didn’t know you like-liked girls,” Y/N stuttered as they pulled away. Ginny immediately went for her nick kissing and sucking on the skin trying to find her sensitive spot.

“How could you not? I gave so many signals,” Ginny giggled then nibbling on her ear lobe.

“Oh,” Y/N muttered then let out a tiny moan as she started to suck on the spot behind her ear.

Ginny's hand still splayed out on her thigh made its way up further and further. It was easy since Y/N was wearing her skirt/school uniform. Her hand four it’s way all the way to the top of her thigh as her lips continued to work on marking her neck.

Ginny's fingers went to her covered pussy and began to rub hard circles on her clit. Y/N leaned her head back and Ginny took that time and managed to lay her down on the pillow and laid on top of her. Ginny took her school shirt off leaving her in a bra and. Y/N felt her heart racing and her pussy was waiting in anticipation.

Ginny smirked at her reaction and played with the hem of her shirt and trailed her fingers on the bottom of her tummy and at the top of her skirt. Y/N’s breath hitched as she tugged at the hem signaling she wanted it off.

Y/N leaned up and lifted her arms up while Ginny pulled the clothing off. Her eyes widened as she noticed that Y/N was wearing a bra.

“Bloody gorgeous,” Ginny whispered and leaned in and kissed her again.

Y/N’s hands found her hair as Ginny's wandered to her boobs. Her right hand softly massaged the area as her thumb found her hard nipple. Y/N moaned into her mouth as Ginny's soft hands fondled her.

Needing some air they parted but Ginny returned to the crook of her neck sucking hard giving hickeys. Y/N moaned as she used her fingers and pinched her nipple. Ginny giggles in her ear loving the reaction.

She moved down Y/N’s body kissing and sucking praying her body.

“Stop teasing me so much,” Y/N whines, rubbing her legs to help the ache in her pussy but it didn’t solve anything.

“I just love teasing you though,” Ginny stated, smirking and then started to lap at her hard nipple. Y/N moaned as she felt her panties get even more wet.

“I guess I’ll just get myself off then,” Y/N whispered as her hand travelled between them and found her panties. Her hand ended up beneath her panties and started to massage her wet clit.

“Stop being dramatic,” Ginny rolled her eyes and pulled Y/N’s out from her panties and brought them to her lips and started to suck on them. “Hmm you taste amazing,” She moans around her fingers.

Ginny continued to kiss down her body and pulled her skirt off throwing it across the room. Now she was completely naked besides her panties.

“Wow I cant believe how wet you are already love,” Ginny says astonished seeing the wet patch on the white panties while being face to face with her clothes pushed. She put her thumb on the wet spot and softly rubbed the nub

“How can I not when you’ve been teasing me,” Y/N pouted and gasped, her pussy aching even more.

“Good point,” Ginny nodded.

She removed her finger and moved them up to the laced hem of the underwear and pulled them off slowly. She threw them in the pile where her shirt and skirt was.

Ginny immediately spotted her clit since it was engorged, wanting to be touched. Ginny used her heads spreading Y/N’s folds apart letting the cool air hit her warm pussy. It made her moan as she clenched around nothing.

Ginny leaned in and started to lap at the nub as Y/N whimpered feeling pleasures course through her body. It felt so surreal since the only touch she had was from her hand.

Meanwhile Ginny's hand travelled to her sopping wet entrance and slowly pushed in two fingers and Y/N arched her back and moaned as she curled her fingers to her g spot.

“Ginny,” Y/N moaned loudly, not caring who heard since all she was focused on was Ginny's mouth and hands pleasuring her.

She finally wrapped her lips around her clit and started to suck harshly making Y/N moan her name louder. Her fingers were thrusting in fast and hard, still hitting her g spot. She could feel her high approaching as she clenches around Ginny's long fingers.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum,” Y/N moaned tugging on her red hair.

“Let go darling,” Ginny came up for a second then went back to lapping at the nub faster wanting to see her cum.

Y/N moaned and shook as one more harsh thrust of her fingers to her g spot sent her over the edge as she finally came on her fingers. Y/N was moaning while cumming and Ginnys tongues on her clit helped get her to that high.

Ginny leaned back in relief and pulled her bra off with her skirt and panties as Y/N laid there with a happy smile on her face.

“Like that love,” Ginny asked, smirking and kissing her way up Y/N’s body.

“Hmm,” Y/N hummed nodding her head yes.

“I’m glad,” Ginny smiles as she lined her pussy up with Y/N’s and started to rub her clit against her own. Ginny moaned as both of their sensitive nubs pleasured each other.

Y/N leaned back and moaned as her overly sensitive clit made contact with Ginnys. Ginny started to rub harder chasing hers and Y/N’s highs. Ginny's hand found Y/N’s hard nipple and gave it a harsh tug.

“Ginny,” Y/N whimpered, clenching around nothing.

“Yes love,” Ginny moaned, putting her other hand on her neck, giving it a squeeze making Y/N moan.

Ginny started to bounce even harder and faster and one more brush against her clit Y/N leaned back and moaned yelling Ginny's name. Ginny started to chase her high with Y/N’s help of course.

Y/N’s thumb went to her clit and started to rub furiously fast and Ginny moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, meeting her thrust bouncing on her hand. And with one movement the rope in her stomach snapped.

“Y/N,” Ginny moaned loudly cumming all over her fingers. Ginny sighed happily and stayed like that for a minute before rolling off Y/N.

Y/N cuddled and rested her head on Ginny's chest as Ginny ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair. They stayed there in each other’s arms.

“I love you,” Ginny blurted out, making Y/N’s eyes widen in shock. She leans on her elbows on her pillow.

“Really,” Y/N asked doubtfully.

“Really,” Ginny nodded leaning up to kiss her.

“I love you too,” Y/N says back smiling at her and hid her face in the crook of her neck feeling, herself fall asleep, even though it was during the muddled of the day.