#pov: they were roommates/close friends/never married

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Checkmate by @absconditum-imaginaerum

Jonghyeon x fem!reader (wc - 4.6k) friends to lovers, mutual pining - fluff, crack, suggestive

friends to lovers by @warmau

Jonghyeon x gn!reader (wc - 0.7k) friends to lovers, theatre AU - fluff

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Step by Step by @doomdoomp3

Jonghyeon x fem!reader classmates to lovers, university AU - fluff, angst(ish) You’re in Law School and live in a big house with some of your classmates. The boys live downstairs and the girls on the second floor. You’re not too close with some of them, especially with the guys. But then, Easter is here and you can’t go home to visit your parents, neither Jonghyun can go. That’s when you two start to get closer. part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

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ghost of you by @kpopsfic

Dongho x gn!reader (wc - 1k) - angst kang dongho is left behind by the person he dreamed of spending the rest of his life with for reasons he has yet to discover, only to be disappointed when he uncovers the truth.

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I Thought I Hated You by @prettywordsyouleft

Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.6k) roommates, enemies to lovers - angst, fluff, romance Living with Minhyun and his incessant nagging was hard enough to endure, and yet as time went by, you found things to appreciate in him.

intentions by @goodnightkisseu

Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 0.9k) university AU - smut Minhyun was someone you said that you would never get involved with. You knew the mask he hid behind, but when he reveals his true self to you, everything comes crumbling down...

Breaking Free by @prettywordsyouleft

Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.4k) royal AU, arranged marriage - angst, romance, fluff Your whole life had led up to this point, marrying Prince Minhyun had been every girl’s dream. Except yours.

Mingle by @goodnightkisseu

Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.2k) strangers to more? - fluff

The Art Of Brewing by @ongnable

Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.8k) gumiho! Minhyun, supernatural, soulmates AU - fluff

Friends to Lovers by @warmau

Minhyun x gn!reader (wc - 2.7k) friends to lovers, university AU - fluff, angst(ish)

Morning Call by @baka-writings

Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 0.9k) established relationship - smut You and Minhyun were on a late night date. After date you invited him to your place for a night, beacause he finaly had some days off. However it was just an innocent night where you just cuddle and talk then fall asleep in each other's arms. You don't want to rush things neither Minhyun wants so both of you feel comfortable.

drabble by @minhyuwun

Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 1.8k) established relationship - crack, smut, fluff maybe inviting minhyun inside the fitting room w/ you wasn’t such a good idea

a fun night by @minhyuwun

Minhyun x gn!reader (wc - 2k) retrospective, strangers to lovers - fluff, crack lonely valentine’s night takes a turn when you meet a stranger

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Plane Pals by @spacequokka

Mingi x reader (wc - 3.1k) - fluff Bumping into your celeb crush at the airport and sitting together on the plane.

Fated to the Past by @killjoy-loveit

Mingi x gn!reader (wc - 1.3k) soulmate AU, 1st person PoV, time travel AU With panicked breathing, I had to carefully but quickly maneuver through the building- over piles of rubble from the ceiling, under fallen pillars and branches the dangled through the ceiling.

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[amemixfan]

So I had previously canceled VIP because choices had a dry spell with books that seemed interesting, but I recently reactivated it with Kindled coming out. I also took the time to check out some of the other VIP books.

So rapid fire reviews:

1. First Comes Love is a garbage fire. The entire book radiates so much Pick Me energy that I’m half expecting MC to go into a “pick me, choose me, love me” speech.

I can practically imagine that entire book told in a Reddit post from the point of view of Rebecca. “Help, my lover’s toxic girl best friend is trying to break us up.” It’s so, so toxic. We could have gotten an interesting story of friends deciding to marry out of loneliness while realizing they had feelings for each other yet we got a love triangle with the emotional maturity of a playground fight. I’m surprised they didn’t make Rebecca a cheerleader just to hit all the “You Belong With Me” boxes that book is trying to hit. (Seriously I mean, gasp! Rebecca loves to travel and likes fancy stuff? Oh the absolute horror!!!)

2. Roommates With Benefits. Meh. I couldn’t make it past the first episode because the book seemed dull. The love interests didn’t interest me and the writing is meh. Not much more to say.

3. Kiss of Death. This book is frustrating because they’re selling you a mob star crossed lovers book with an MC who is so outside of the world of mobsters that most of the book is just her venting about how everyone treats her like a kid. It’s not a mob book if the main character is shut out of the family business.

I wanted to like it because it gave me Halsey’s music video vibes of Now or Never which I liked, but the end result is meh. The book would have been fascinating had MC actually been a trusted member of the mob and had a lot more power and importance. Instead, it seems like this is a teenage coming of age story with no edge or flair.

I treated it as a diamond mining book and didn’t see any relationship development that isn’t just lust or horniness between MC and Vic. MC tells them she loves them after one day and there’s not much explanation why. Even her bestie calls her out on it. The book just hinges on one random less than a day long encounter years ago as the premise of their love story. Like I get Romeo and Juliet were also dumb kids who thought they knew what love was, but Choices’ characters are supposed to have been grown adults.

4. Getaway Girls. This book I’m actually enjoying. It’s funny and light hearted. I’m just a few chapters in but it seems fun. Not a huge fan of the constant POV change, but each character has their own personality and taste which keeps it from becoming repetitive. We’ll see how it goes.

5. The Duchess Affair. I love a good period piece and am always biased in favor of it. This one isn’t the best Choices has put it, but it’s interesting compared to its other VIP books. The adultery aspect is bleh for me, but it’s not surprising giving The Nanny Affair was such a hit. I wish they hadn’t made the husband such a tool and given more high stakes to the story, but I guess they had to let people not feel guilty about cheating.

I will say though, it’s weird to see MC fawn over their tutor while diamond mining. I haven’t taken any premium choices so her worrying and fretting over committing adultery is bizarre given she’s only just talked to her tutor a handful of times and sat close to them. This book was definitely not designed to be diamond mined.

6. Kindred. This one seems promising. I love the art and the premise behind the book. The LIs seem interesting and the world seems fascinating. I definitely don’t regret resubscribing just for this book. It seems like it could become a favorite of mine.

My only complaint is that the plot moves fast. It’s very blink and you miss an entire explanation. The book thrusts you into what seems like an already developed world and expects you to just know everything already. I can keep up with some ideas because I’m pagan and know some of the concepts, but it’s still confusing to have so many revelations in the first two chapters and no time in between. I wonder how many things were cut from the book before publishing. It just seems like the entire thing is on fast forward and the characters themselves don’t react to major, groundbreaking news. Hopefully this’ll be fixed going forward.

I also know there’s a select release for a TNA POV book, but I don’t have access. I envy those of you that do though.

So yeah, this current line up is not the best Choices has ever had, but it’s also not the worst.

[theroomofreq]

can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest.  He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion.  She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

[aftgficrec]

hi! i'm looking for fics where kevin and neil just have a really strong friendship? specifically i'm trying to find some where they're more physically affectionate like in 'tart' by justadreamfox on ao3, or fics where they used to know each other and are reintroduced through the foxes like 'die young' by moonix. au or canon setting, though i am also leaning towards fics where kevin and neil grew up together!

Hello, hello! Lots of Kevin & Neil for you. - A

please see:

Kevin & Neil as bffs/brothers / Kevneil here

childhood friends/raised together:

‘Made of Stone’ here

‘When It All Feels So Big,’ ‘free and young (and we feel none of it),’ and ‘it was me who was discovered’ here

‘Ready to Run’ here

friendship:

Kevin & Neil friendship here, here and here

Kevin & Neil as exy commentators here

‘Small Smiles’ here

‘Like Real People Do’ here

‘The New Normal’ (now complete) here

‘It Was Like This’ here

‘A Different Matter,’ ‘This Roommates Bullshit,’ ‘can i get a kiss (can you make it last forever),’ and ‘Change Of Scenery’ here

‘i just wanted you to know (this is me trying)’ here

‘Dating and other disasters’ here

‘For better or for worse’ here

‘Life's a Beach’ and ‘In Too Deep’ here

‘finders keepers’ (now complete), ‘12 Ways to Woo a Minyard,’ ‘fragile,’ and ‘Secondhand Lovers’ (now complete) here

‘In My Defense I Have None’ here (now complete)

‘definitely something’ and ‘when you are close to me…’ here

‘Martyrs (Never Get Far)’ (since updated) here

‘Loose’ series here

knew each other before:

Raven!Neil to Fox here, here and here

Raven/Butcher Neil to Fox here

‘Die Young’ (referenced in the ask) here

‘Black, The Night That Ends At Last’* (since updated) here

‘Come Back For Me’* (since updated) here

‘Wings above, dangers near (they’re coming down)’* and ‘What it takes to survive’* (now complete) here

‘Appendages’* here

‘Call Me Neil’ here

‘If You Must’ here

‘what’s yours is mine’ here

‘survive the night’ here

‘Remind me I’m not home’ here

*Raven!Neil

Kevin & Neil physically affectionate friendship

Tart by justadreamfox [Rated M, 11473 Words, Complete, AFTG Summer Exchange 2021]

It's summer at the Hatford Beach House, a cushy spot that Neil and his cousin Katelyn take over every year for summer break with their friends. Katelyn invites her boyfriend this year - and her boyfriend's twin brother.

(His hotter, tattooed, more interesting twin brother.)

In which Neil likes someone, Andrew makes an assumption, and Kevin is a really good friend.

The Bachelor of Baltimore by likearecord [Rated M, 32235 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2020]

Nathaniel Wesninski, the only son of the Butcher of Baltimore, has two options: choose a mob boss to marry for the benefit of the Moriyamas, or meet with an unfortunate accident. He thought he had it worked out. And then Andrew Minyard walked into his life.

tw: violence, tw: alcohol, tw: vomit, tw: abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder

Kevin & Neil knew each other before

I don't wanna die or fade away, I just wanna be someone by Red_Arting [Not Rated, 1524 words, complete, 2021]

“Hello Kevin” 

Kevin lets out a sound reminiscent of a dying animal.

“N-Neil, how are you - how are… we- I thought you were dead”

Neil inspects Andrew’s knife before handing it back to the blonde. “He tried, I guess it didn’t stick”

ie: Neil is a Raven but gets adopted by the foxes anyways

The Raven Court by bambazzle [Rated M, 55736 Words, Complete, 2021]

AU where Neil's mother never took him and he joined Kevin and Riko at a young age. Nathaniel Wesninski is a famed Exy player, and known for being teamed up with Kevin and Riko at all times. In this AU, the Ravens meet the Foxes, and most of this story takes place a little bit before The Foxhole Court would've. Nathan is still alive, and Neil is still looking over his shoulder and trying to find a way out- but he was raised differently this time around. He still has trauma, but it's all a very different kind. POV's will switch up quite a bit!

tw: graphic violence, tw: blood, tw: abuse, tw: major character injury, tw: rape/noncon, tw: ptsd, tw: canonical character death, tw: vomit, tw: alcohol, tw: drug use, tw: non-consensual drug use, tw: panic attacks, tw: self harm

Kevin & Neil raised together

For the Love of the Game (temporary hiatus) by twinyards [Not Rated, 34863 Words, Incomplete, Last Updated 2018]

What if Neil’s mom had not only stolen Neil away on that night but also Kevin? What if Kevin and Neil were raised on the run together, but instead of watching from afar, they learned to play Exy in every country they ran to? What if Neil and Kevin developed a brother bond super strong from living on the run together and trying to keep each other alive?

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: drug use, tw: alcohol

what if kevin & neil were raised on the run together? hcs by @thx-quxxn, @weicheidarling, @anonymous934 [Tumblr, 2017]

what if neil’s mom had not only stolen neil away on that night (you know the one i’m talking about), but also kevin? what if kevin and neil were raised on the run together, but instead of watching from afar they learned to play exy in every country they ran to. what if neil and kevin developed a brother bond super strong from living on the run together and trying to keep each other alive

WHAT IF KEVIN AND NEIL WEREN’T ALL ALONE IN THEIR LIVES AND THEY HAD EACH OTHER EVEN BEFORE THEY MADE IT ONTO THE FOXHOLE COURT

Art

Kevin and Neil watching exy matches art by meep_meows_the_meep on instagram

junkies art by @i-am-weis

Kevin loves the trojans art by panda-poodle on deviant art

favorite friendship Kevin Day & Neil Josten edit by @wonpilie

twenty relationships: neil & kevin edit by @romanovass

[falsegoodnight]

there were so many good fics this month and i’m excited to talk about them! as always, this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 28th of may to the 28th of june. 

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✰ oceaning abyss of orange by @hadestyles​ | T | 1k (this was so poetic and full of emotion – perfection as always <3)

— and Harry wants to scream, this is love.

✰ press into my bones by @hadestyles​ | E | 2k (this changed me as a person) 

Louis wakes up full.

✰ looks like we made it by @princelouisau​ | M | 2k (a new addition to the danielle-makes-me-cry saga, this time being from happiness overload) 

“I know we never talked about it because I wasn’t ready after all that shit, but it’s been kind of hard to miss how ready you are, and I guess your constant baby fever rubbed off on me.”

The grin takes over Harry’s face before he can fully process the words. “You’re ready?”

Louis hums. “Have been for a while, if I’m being honest.”

✰ baby baby, you’re a caramel macchiato by @missandrogyny​ | T | 3k (so cute; have missed their writing)

So, yeah, Harry doesn't think it's that far of a stretch to call himself a good barista. There are some particularly bad ones, and some particularly good ones, and, with his work ethic, his skill, and his charm, he'd probably be lumped in with the latter group.

✰ rumour has it by anditsonlyforthebrave | NR | 4k (a big fan of this new trope – very hot but also cute)

Harry and Louis are college sweethearts, Harry has a reputation and Louis just wants to be fucked. Too bad sex with Harry is boring.

✰ I’m Asking You Please, Don’t Talk Dirty to Me by @larry-hiatus​ | E | 10k (the concept hooked me in; the execution was wonderful)

Harry’s best friend Louis is a nice, well-mannered omega, at least when it comes to sex talk. He has always been closed off and quiet... until Harry hears how Louis talks during his heat. Now, it's all Harry can think about before his upcoming rut... 

✰ Hint: I want to be yours by @greenblueish​ | M | 11k (so very cute and lovely; loved this hl a lot)

Harry unconsciously starts acting like Louis' alpha after they spend his rut together and Louis finds ways to make sure Harry's affection doesn't end.

✰ sometimes a fantasy by @thepolourryexpress​ | E | 19k (absolutely incredible as with any ni fic; friends to lovers goodness and so fucking funny)

There’s nothing to complain about when Harry’s walking around their flat with his cock swinging about, nothing to complain about when Harry’s pressing himself up against Louis’ naked backside when he’s reaching for a mug in their cupboards, and nothing to complain about when Harry’s got his hand firm on Louis’ arse when they’re cuddling on the couch.

So, in reality, it’s really fucking weird, and Louis knows that.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it.

✰ hungered for your touch by @loubellies​ | E | 21k (so hot but also so sweet; more friends/roommates to lovers perfection. mar never disappoints!)

It shows up a week later. His phone dings with a text from his roommate, Harry, a photo attached to the message. It’s Harry and a package, the contents displayed clearly on the front of the box. Tears are rolling down Harry’s cheeks to match the excessive emojis he sent with the selfie.

Did someone prank you???

Louis’ face immediately goes as pink as the cage on the box in Harry’s huge hand, his stomach dropping into his ass. Fuck.

✰ Middle Ground by @darlou | E | 24k (a reread and all-time comfort read just like most other fics by this author)

Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

✰ now is the winter of our discontent by @vogueharrystan​ | M | 29k (so unique and so good; loved the plot and the jealous harry and the plot twist!)

Where Harry is leading an army to overthrow the king of Cheshire and Louis is one of the volunteers who joins them along the way.

✰ i’m gonna keep this love, if you let me by @tomlinbuns​ | E | 26k (an amazing take on a tried and true trope; very cute and sweet)

Louis makes Harry pretend to be his boyfriend one night out. The rest is history.

✰ heroes of the orange skies by queenmcgonagall | NR | 31k (a bit late in reading this one... but it was so lovely and comforting in a way)

Louis likes bathroom walls and Sharpies, Harry likes metal, Zayn likes Liam and Liam likes Zayn, Niall is wise, and they all go to the zoo.

✰ In Your Scent I Thrive by @tomlinvelvetfics​ | E | 33k (super unique take on an abo college au; loved the use of dual pov and all the details as always <3)

Harry’s particular condition has made it impossible for him to enjoy people’s scent, until he meets Louis.

✰ tender is the night by @raspberryoatss​ | E | 41k (a new favorite!! ghost harry is my absolute favorite and i’m so pleased to add this to my reread rotation in the future <3 so fucking funny and so fucking cute!!)

Louis meets a certain ghost.

✰ Mead of Poetry by @lwtisloved​ | E | 65k (don’t know anything about bridgerton but this was absolutely lovely!! obsessed with the regency setting and all the angst and miscommunication)

Under the pressure of continuing the Styles viscountcy line now that he is getting older, Harry sets himself three rules to finally settle down and marry: firstly, the omega needs to be reasonably attractive, secondly, they must be of great mind, thirdly, they cannot be anyone he would ever fall in love with.

Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

✰ Flash Back to Me by @mason-conaway​​ | E | 73k (amnesia aus are a guilty pleasure of mine and this one was so good! loved the banter and the dynamic between hl)

Louis loses his memory and Harry just about loses his mind trying to win him back (or something).

✰ And down the long and silent street by whimsicule | M | 86k (a reread – rediscovered this fic as well as how fucking incredible it is. an all-time favorite for sure!!)

Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

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[sleepysnk]

this wasn't a request, but i've had this song on repeat for days. i decided to make it into a fic! this is a fic about Eren and reader on their wedding day, and i just feel like the song would fit the vibe. i hope you all enjoy! :) i loved writing this

Eren x Fem!Reader Modern AU: POV

Warnings: None

Eren felt the nervousness spreading throughout his body as he stood at the altar waiting for (Y/N), who was his fiance, to come out. He felt like he could throw up right now, he hadn't been more nervous in his damn life. He was about to marry the love of his life.

The doors opened and he shifted a bit. He listened as the music began to play, he hadn't seen her since he left their apartment together that morning. She wanted to make it special, so no sneak peeks of her before the reception.

He looked in the audience and saw Mikasa, Armin, and his other friends sitting there. They gave him a thumbs-up and tried to make him feel less nervous than he already was. Eren could practically pass out right now, but that wouldn't help at all.

That's when (Y/N) appeared at the end of the isle. She wore a lovely white wedding dress, that had long sleeves. Her father by her side, and her hair was done in curls with small flowers and hair pins keeping it up.

Eren felt emotions running through him, he never imagined she would look that beautiful. She gave him a smile and tried to maintain her composure, she was emotional herself. Flashbacks began to play in his head, from the day they met, to their first date, to even their first time together.

"Eren! Dude! You're staring again.." Armin said and looked at his friend.

He shook his head. "My bad! She's just so pretty.. (Y/N) always does" he replied and leaned against the desk as he watched the girl from afar.

Armin nodded. "You need to make a move, if you don't you'll regret it later!" he said and crossed his arms.

Eren looked at him. "What!? No way! I can't, she's too pretty for me" he replied and leaned back in his chair.

The bell rang and he stood up to go leave class. As he was about to exit, he bumped into (Y/N).

"Shit!" Eren said and looked down.

(Y/N) maintained her balance. "Ouch... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to" she said and rubbed the back of her neck embarrassed.

Eren stared down at her. He hadn't ever been this close to her before. "N-No! Don't worry! It was my fault... sorry (Y/N)" he said and looked away.

She chuckled. "It's okay Eren, don't worry about it" she replied and walked out of class.

That was so long ago, he remembered that day like it was yesterday. Eren couldn't help but smile at the memory of the two together, she was so young then and so was he. It felt like yesterday they were two high-school kids goofing off, and sneaking around to see each other.

His mind focused back to (Y/N). She was standing in front of him, and she had the biggest smile on her face.

"You look beautiful" Eren said and wiped his eyes a bit from some tears.

She laughed a bit. "You look handsome" she replied and looked at the priest.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union between Eren Jaeger, and (Y/N) (L/N). I now ask you both to read your vows to one another, starting with you Eren Jaeger" the priest said and looked at him.

He felt nervous as he took (Y/N)'s hands in his. He felt so shaky. "(Y/N), I can't believe that we finally got to this point in our relationship. I remember being so scared to approach you that day I saw you in class. the first time we met was awkward, I accidentally bumped into you, and I felt so embarrassed. 15 year old me we would have never knew you'd become my fiance. not a day has gone by where I have stopped loving you, hell, everyday I find a reason to. I remember all of our dates, meeting each others parents, even sneaking out in the rain to come give me one last kiss. I also remember moving you into my apartment, you seemed genuinely happy to get rid of your shitty roommate Colleen. There have been good and bad moments, I remember going to Mikasa a lot when we would fight. I was so scared to lose you. I'm so glad I got the opportunity to grow with you, you've made me into a better person, and I couldn't ask for a better fiance. You have made me one of the happiest men alive, and I'm so happy I got to be the man who made you happy. You never fail to amaze me my love, and i'm so thankful for you. I promised to never leave your side 5 years ago, and here we are. I love you (y/n). Forever and always" Eren said and smiled at her

(Y/N) felt some tears come to her eyes as he spoke. She hadn't ever heard him speak so passionately about her, it made her so emotional.

"And now you (Y/N) (L/N), please read your vows" the priest said and looked at her.

She sighed and smiled at him as she spoke. "Eren. I remember meeting you that day in school, you practically almost knocked me down with how fast you ran. I couldn't tell you how many times I think about that day, you became such a big part of my life so fast. I remember how nervous I was to bring you to meet my family, that feels like yesterday huh? We were just high school kids running around goofing off. Now here we are, years later when so many people doubted us. You've made me so happy throughout the years, those late night calls, dates, lovely gifts, the i love yous, and even meeting your parents were some of the best nights of my life. I couldn't ask for a better man, I remember all of my friends telling me that you weren't good enough for me, but I could see that you were. I've never once questioned my love for you Eren, you never have failed to amaze me with your jokes or your silly actions. I always knew you were the one for me, even with as young as I was, I saw something in you. I remember that promise you made me, and it lingers in my head all the time. Thank you for being so patient with me, and dealing with my moodiness. You've seen me at some of my best and some of my worst, and i'm truly thankful for you to be by my side. I love you more than life itself Eren, I couldn't ask for a better fiance. I love you so so much Eren. Forever and always my love." she said and wiped a few tears from her eyes.

Eren smiled and felt some tears slip from his own eyes. "Very passionate you two" the priest said and smiled.

"I now ask you two to repeat the marriage vows. Do you Eren Jaeger, take (Y/N) (L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" he asked.

Eren smiled. "I do" he replied and looked at (Y/N).

"Do you (Y/N) (L/N), take Eren Jaeger to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" the priest asked.

She smiled at Eren. "I do" she replied.

The ring bearer who was Falco came forward with the rings. "I ask you to both wear these rings as a reminder of the vows you've both made today, your wedding day" the priest said.

Eren and (Y/N) took the rings from the pillow and slipped the rings onto each other's fingers. (Y/N) smiled at the diamond on her finger.

"Is there anybody here that would object to this marriage? If not please hold your peace" the priest asked and looked around at the crowd.

Silence filled the room. "I know pronounce you husband and wife. Eren you may kiss the beautiful bride" he said and smiled.

Eren and (Y/N) leaned into each other and kissed. The crowd began to clap and cheer as the two turned to face the crowd.

Eren rubbed away a few tears. "I love you" he said and looked at her.

(Y/N) giggled and hugged him. "I love you more" she replied and gave him another kiss.

@jaegerbomb20 @ererokii

[blurbs-of-harry]

Chapter 1: Moving In, Moving On

hello! I have been gone for a long, long time and I apologize. I was writing a story on Wattpad but my information was leaked on the dark so that was a huge no.

anyways, I wanted to write a story loosely based on New Girl because I binged that like crazy. Anyway, enjoy!

word count: 1,192

part 1/?

“Are you sure that this is okay?” I asked my best friend for almost ten years, Gemma, as I sat in the back of a cab. My phone pressed to my ear and my red, tired, and very swollen eyes, scanning the busy streets of New York. The neon colors now looking for dull.

“Yes, Charlie.” She said, her voice low and understanding. “Harry wouldn’t have said yes, unless he truly meant it. He’s on his way back now. Just walk in and go up to the fifth floor. He’s apartment 5-D.”

I nodded. Knowing that she couldn’t see me. I let out a sigh as the dark thoughts crowded my mind once more. I shook my head, trying to get rid of them.

“Hey, I can practically hear you thinking. Screw him. You were way too good for him and you’re so much better off.” She said in a tone that I knew meant not to argue with her.

“You’re right. I know you are.” I said after a few quiet heartbeats.

The cab came to a stop and I looked out the window at the giant loft building. My eyes widening, not at all what I was used to. I lived in a small, one-room apartment for the last three years. Half of my things were still back there.

“Hey Gem, I have to go. I just got to the loft. I’ll call you later.”

“You’ll call me tonight. Honeymoon or not, you’re my best friend and I’m here for you always, babe. Tell Harry hi for me and keep your head up. Love you!”

With that, she hung up not letting me respond. I pocketed my phone as I stepped out of the cab. The driver already opening the trunk for me and taking out my very few belongings.

I thanked him and paid him, telling him to keep the change, I grabbed my bags as he walked back into the cab. I looked up at where I would be staying for the unforeseeable future. With my best friend’s younger brother. He was older than me by a year but we never really spoke. We got along at Gemma’s wedding and a few times before that at birthday parties. 

I let out a breath, knowing I couldn’t hold off any longer.

“You got this.” I mumbled under my breath.

I walked into the building and towards the elevator, pressing the button for the fifth floor. I walked towards the door that had ‘5-D’ in gold letters on it and took the emergency key I took from Gemma’s apartment. I unlocked the door and set the bags down next to it. Now knowing where I was going to sleep, yet.

I sat down on the L-shaped, gray couch and took another deep breath. The reality of my new life hitting me for the first time since everything happened. I closed my eyes as sat back, being truly alone for the first time in a long time.

Three days ago, I walked in on my boyfriend of five years, Matthew, cheating on me with a co-worker of his in our shared apartment. I was in shock as his eyes widened in horror and next thing I know, I was being dropped off at Gemma and her new husbands, Mike’s apartment. The day after their beautiful wedding ceremony, they were consoling their friend before they went on their honeymoon.

After a few glasses of wine, and a long sobbed-through story later, Gemma was furious and Mike being the good friend he was, was ready to kick Matthew’s ass. Once Gemma talked him down, she asked where I would live, and offered their apartment but, they were newly married and I’ve interrupted their new life enough.

Mike offered up Harry very spacious loft up. He lived there alone, now. He was his roommate before getting married to Gemma. Gemma called, and within minutes, the situation had been solved.

So, now, here I am. Alone, in a spacious, windowed loft. Head in my hands as I recount my world flipping upside down. I hadn’t cried since that night in Gemma’s apartment and I hoped I wouldn’t again, soon. 

“Hey, you’re here early. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

I looked up as Harry walked in, closing the door with his foot. Paper grocery bags in his hands. He walked towards the kitchen and set them down on the island.

It took me awhile to respond. He was in a perfect-fitting navy blue suit. My mind drifts off. I shook it lightly and got up, walking towards where he started taking out the groceries. His brown curly hair, messy yet perfectly placed.

“Don’t apologize. I haven’t been here for more than five minutes.” I responded as I took a seat on the stool. “If anything, I should be thanking you. You saved me a headache.”

He took out more groceries and set them down on the island between us.

“No need. I just do what I expect others to do for me.” He responded with a warm smile. “Let me put these away, I’ll order some pizza for dinner and then, I’ll give you a tour of the place. You’ll take Mike’s old room. It has a great view over the park.”

Five minutes of putting the food away. He ordered us a pizza for dinner. We ate as we small talked about work and any other subject except for relationships. I was secretly grateful.

Once dinner was done, he showed me around the loft that took up half of the fifth floor. Not once, did I feel awkward around him and I put that off as being so close to his sister. My phone kept vibrating in my pocket as Matthew picked back up his calling and texting me. I was grateful for the whole 8 hours of him at work where they stopped but now, they picked up once we stepped into the study.

“And this is your room.” He said as he walked into the room across his own.

By now, the sun had set and the loft was illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead lighting.

“It’s a bit smaller than mine but the closet is bigger.” He said setting my bags down on the bed. His finger pointed at the gray sliding door behind him.

“Thank you, again. I know you told me not to thank you but, it means so much to me.”

“No problem.” He said as he walked towards the door. He leaned against the door frame and he tilted his head slightly towards me. “I know you’re going through a lot and I don’t want to bring it up. But judging from the million of texts I know you’re avoiding, it sucks to see that it took losing you for him to see what he lost.”

My mouth opened but before I could respond he smiled warmly and reached for the door.

“Goodnight, Charlie.”

My mouth hung open as he closed the door to my new room.

“Goodnight.” I mumbled, eyes locked on the door he had just walked out of.

What was that?

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I haven’t written in so long so if this was bad I am so sorry. Harry’s POV is next. I’m going to switch it back and forth! Thank you for reading!

[cdyssey]

Need

Summary: After Nick arrives at the beach house, Frankie escapes to her studio to process her emotions. Post 7x04.

A/N: I've had such Grace and Frankie brain rot these past few days that I figured I should put it to good use and write another fic. It was really fascinating to try Frankie's POV. Lily Tomlin imbues her with a lot of subtle pathos that I totally wish the show would explicitly explore more.

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Frankie excuses herself to the studio for dinner, so she can process her very big, astonishingly inappropriate, and entirely overwhelming emotions without resorting to calling Nick a “wavy-haired, Pierce Brosnan wannabe douche canoe.” 

As delightful (and totally true) of a turn a phrase that it is, even she knows that saying it aloud would be trespassing a boundary that she’s sworn herself never to cross: Grace is married.

Unhappily married, maybe. 

Complicatedly married at the very least.

But until the day that they mutually say “I do” to divorce papers, there isn’t enough room for three people in the Skolka marriage, however much that Grace—bless her increasingly unthawing heart—tries to ensure otherwise. 

So Frankie lets the newly reunited couple have their dinner alone under the guise of a generosity that she doesn’t exactly feel, and she takes leftover pasta into her studio to moodily pick around the bowl until her fettuccine looks less like fettuccine and more like unevenly perforated confetti.

(Woo fucking hoo.)

After a few minutes of this aggressively unconstructive practice, she places her nearly full bowl on a nearby work table and stretches out across her paint-stained couch, staring at the ceiling and resisting the reactionary urge to light a joint. Mary J might help her feel better for the present moment, but tomorrow morning, she’d still wake up and feel invaded in her own home.

Paradoxically, she’d also feel alone, goddammit.

She pulls her shawl more tightly around her shoulders against an invisible and piercing chill.

Frankie hates feeling lonely.

She spiraled when Grace lived in the penthouse. She nearly self-destructed to fill the gaping void that her roommate, her friend, her practical and beloved soulmate left behind. There was a period where she didn’t wash her clothes and ate a lot of admittedly non-vegan takeout. There were nights when she’d lay awake in her awfully huge bed, staring at the empty space where Sol used to sleep, and have the familiar waking nightmare of spending her final years in forced solitude. She was happy with Jack, and then Jacob—sweet Jacob—came around too, and she did something she still feels fucking ashamed about: she hurt both of them, and she lied when she said that she had just wanted to have some fun.

She knows herself.

Intimately.

She‘d been scared of being alone again, so she tried to hold on to two people who were helping her to stave the awful feeling away. Those men wanted her, and Frankie used them. They wanted her, and she pathologically loves to feel wanted because she sometimes and irrationally fears that she might not be needed.

To be fair to her irrational fears, all the people she’s ever needed and felt needed by have hurt her before.

Sol cheated on her for twenty years.

Her own sons stuck her in a nursing home.

Grace just fucking left her.

She eloped in Vegas like a blushing twenty-one year old bride and just disappeared.

She says it was a mistake; she sat across Frankie in a sunlit restaurant and candidly told her that she didn’t like the person she had become when she married Nick.

And to be completely fair to her, Grace has been adamant about not wanting to leave again—so perhaps she never will—but if her husband is here to stay, it's also a distinct possibility that she’ll never have to make the choice to physically leave to… well… leave.

She can perpetually honeymoon with Nick and still call Frankie home. 

It could be a happy ending for Grace… and a fresh new hell for Frankie, who'd just started to feel secure again.

God knows she wants her best friend to be happy, but the big man in the sky must also surely understand that she had hoped that she alone could be enough for Grace, that this unconventional life spent together in the beach house—so crazy, so weird, and so inextricably entangled—would be their shared happily ever after.

But even as she thinks it, the vestiges of her clearly misplaced optimism begin to evade her, dregs now at the bottom of an already drained cup.

She and Grace aren't married.

It’s always been an objective fact.

Tonight, it feels more like an unpleasant reality.

When the door leading into her studio suddenly flies open, Frankie barely has enough time to swipe the back of her hand across her eyes before she sits up to find none other than the lady of the hour.

Her collared shirt popped up stiffly around her neck, a martini glass surgically glued to her right hand, Grace looks quintessentially herself as she walks in, even down to the minutiae of her trademark I'm-angry-at-the-world-and-everyone-in-it expression—brow furrowed and eyes Medusa cold. After all but slamming the door, she stalks over within a few clicks of her practical but unmistakably high heels.

“Well, hello to you, too, Sunshine,” Frankie greets wryly, hoping to hell and back that her face isn’t as red as it feels. 

It’s a tall order, though.

Alas, she was gifted (or equally cursed) with an exceptionally expressive face.

“Frankie, this is nonsense,” Grace says bluntly, using her martini glass like a pointer and leveling it straight at her head. “Come back to the house—your house—and have dinner with us.”

It’s the authoritarian nature of the demand that rifles Frankie.

Frankly, it pisses her off.

She’s always been a rebel contrarian.

“And by us, you mean you and your house arrested husband, right?” She returns evenly. She betrays herself by raising a single and devastatingly skeptical brow. “The man with whom you should be having a very emotionally honest conversation with right now about the parameters of your jacked up relationship?”

Grace shifts her weight from heel to heel and glances away a little too quickly for the gesture to be entirely natural. Frankie had blatantly stricken a pulsing nerve, and the guilt of doing so immediately swallows her. 

She shouldn’t be so hard on her friend.

(She doesn’t know why it’s permissible to be equally hard on herself.)

“Well, I tried to have that conversation, thank you very much, but then I ended up wanting to claw Nick’s eyes out.” The obvious follow up question must shine in Frankie’s face because sighing infinitesimally through her nostrils, Grace adds, “His attorney argued that my advanced age and apparent capability to croak at any moment were reasons enough to grant Nick leniency. They let him out so he could take care of me—whatever the hell that means.”

Her no-nonsense voice never falters as she delivers the brutal words, but her eyes undermine her, seething with emotion, simply roiling. They tell a story of horror and disgust and searing, absolute betrayal; they’re heavy all over with sadness and the indelicate trappings of all her raw and mercilessly exposed fears. 

Frankie understands immediately.

Nick used one of Grace’s deepest insecurities as a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Being eighty-two years old.

But perhaps more accurately, feeling like it.

“Oh, honey,” Frankie melts. She can do nothing else but melt, to be suddenly overcome with fierce, protective, and terrifying love for the woman in front of her. “That fucking bastard.”

Grace immediately laughs, the sound hoarse and watery and a little unhinged all at the exact same time.

“Tell me about it,” she half-smiles and takes the swearing as a rightful invitation to join Frankie on the couch. With a gentle clink, she sets her half-emptied martini glass on the table next to Frankie’s completely full pasta bowl. “I said the exact same thing.”

When she chooses to sit close enough that their shoulders are brushing, Frankie intuitively knows that this is petty defiance against Nick for daring to intrude upon them and the world they've so carefully created together.

She temples Grace’s nearest hand with her own in an attempt to silently communicate that this right here—whatever this is between them—is love.

“So, please”—Grace squeezes her hand back—“please don’t be angry with me… I… I didn’t want this. You know I didn’t want this. I don’t want him to even be here.”

Frankie stares openly at her best friend.

Wide-eyed and hopeful against her self-loathing, self-centered will, she searches her broken face like it's revelatory.

It's stunningly rare that Grace Hanson ever articulates her wants so clearly. Forty years of an emotionally repressive marriage did their number and toll on her. She pedestalized rigid decorum over every conscious desire. 

She played by the rules even if they hurt her.

And drank herself to oblivion on many a night to forget the very fact that she was hurt.

To deny herself the honesty she’d somehow convinced herself that she didn’t deserve.

“… you know this is your husband we’re talking about here, right?” It’s a rhetorical question. Frankie's pretty sure that they both fucking know that it’s insane that this conversation—that this entire situation as a whole—is happening. 

“I know,” Grace replies firmly. “Believe me, I'm well aware. But you’re… you’re my partner, Frankie, and if I can’t be upfront with you, then I don’t know who else I can turn to.”

The very word partner sends shivers down her spine, and the shivers collect like butterflies in her already churning belly.

It’s just a word, she tells herself. 

She scolds.

Grace doesn’t mean anything by it.

It's a label, and Grace doesn't do labels anymore.

“I... I wasn’t mad at you, Grace,” she finally admits. It's easier to do than questioning the extent to which her roommate would give up the world for her, but all the same, her voice is frighteningly weak, a pale imitation of everything Frankie usually projects herself to be: confident, cheerful, unshakeable, unshaken. Suddenly, it hits her that it’s been a very long time since she’s been so openly vulnerable, too. “I'm not even really all that mad at your jailbird husband either. I was just scared, and when I get scared, I skitter like a nervous little bug."

She shuts down.

She spirals.

She tries to put a smile on her face for the people who love her all the same.

And then she lies awake at night, drowning in the sheets of an empty bed.

Thinking about how she should probably tell someone that everything hurts.

But she’s Frankie, and she doesn’t do that.

Grace perpetually convinces herself that she doesn’t deserve honesty; Frankie has come to fear that no one wants her own.

“Were you scared of me?” Grace asks quietly, her grip so tight now that it almost stings.

“Frankie…” She presses when a few heartbeats of silence stagger by, limping painfully on all fours, pronouncing so many unspoken and profound hurts. 

“Of losing you, Grace,” she confesses, the words defeated and scraped raw. She forcefully tugs her hand away from Grace's just to temple her own hands together on her lap, to lick her sundry and shining wounds in a private corner. “I was scared of losing you, of being alone again in this big, empty house… and I don’t like being alone.”

She can’t bear to look at Grace as she says it, staring at the paint-flecked floor without ever really seeing it, her eyes burning.

She wishes they’d stop burning but feels the precise moment when they begin to leak anyway.

It’s all so embarrassing.

And childish.

Frankie is an eighty-year old woman, and she shouldn’t be upset over her best friend having a goddamn life.

She should be happy for her, fucking ecstatic.

And yet, she's—

But before she can complete the miserable thought, her body becomes aware of another sensation entirely—warm arms enveloping her from the side and inexorably pulling her in, turning the space that once existed between two bodies—between them—intangible, negligible.

Grace.

Shock turns into realization, and realization transforms into aching, sweeping relief.

It can only be Grace.

Grace’s soft lips pressed to her cheek.

Grace’s fingertips curling into the fabric of her dress.

Grace’s nose against her neck as she slides her sharp chin across her shoulder.

“I’m not leaving you, Frances Bergstein,” she declares. “Whatever happens between me and Nick, in the end, it’s going to be just you and me in this house that is our damn home. I swear that to you. I’d tell you every day just to prove it to you.”

Oh, these words.

These beautiful, tender, and long-needed-to-hear words.

They’re just words, she could tell herself again.

She could lie.

She could convince herself if she had to.

She could conveniently forget that Grace Hanson uses language carefully, that she employs every sentence with scalpel-like precision.

Or... more complicatedly still... Frankie could believe her.

Frankie could blindly accept these words for what they are, as manifest confirmation that she is loved by another—prioritized and cared for and needed.

She could be Grace’s partner and let that incredible word be electrically charged with so many complex and ridiculous and extraordinary ideas, none of which are traditional, and all of which feel true.

She could believe in her even if belief is not simple, even if belief is a product, first and foremost, of trust.

And Grace has certainly lost her trust before, but goddammit, she's earned it so many times, too.

“Oh, God,” Frankie laughs in such a way that it’s stupidly clear that she’s crying as Grace rubs slow circles into her back with her thumb. “This is all messed up. You’re the one with a house arrested, tax evading husband. I should be the one comforting you.”

“The house arrested, tax evading husband doesn’t particularly faze me,” Grace chuckles, her voice low. “Seeing you hurting and upset does. My priorities are remarkably straight.”

“I’m not sure you know the meaning of that word,” she smiles weakly as they slowly and clumsily begin to extricate themselves from their tangled embrace. 

It’s hard to find themselves again.

To be apart.

“But I do,” Grace protests, emphatic and indignant and maybe even a few shades righteously pissed. “You’re the person I wanna share this crazy life with at the end of the day and every day. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because every day is an incredibly long time to be with me,” Frankie offers meekly, giving her one more perfect and easily acceptable copout, a neatly packaged excuse. 

She can be too much.

She knows this.

“It’s just the right amount of time to be with you,” Grace murmurs, reaching up to brush an errant tear away from Frankie’s cheek, her thumb lingering, her quivering palm. “You’re kind enough to love me, and I’m lucky enough to be loved by you... so let me return the favor, Frankie. Let me be here for you."

And to Grace’s credit in this fleeting moment, she continues to hold Frankie.

It's a promise to never let her go.

[lemons-are-tasty]

Bravo is Fucking Clueless

This idea was thought up by @disasterfandoms I take no credit for the idea just the writing, this is going to be a 5+1 kind of thing it follows the setting of 5+1 but there might be more or less depending on how much I feel like writing.

Trent and Full Metal had been married for years, long before Trent had joined DEVGRU and the thing is, they never kept it a secret but Bravo never figured it out because Bravo's fucking clueless.

1.

3rd Person POV

The boys were at the Bulkhead enjoying a few drinks after the mission they just finished up on and everyone had had a fair bit to drink but not enough to get them drunk just tipsy enough so that, hopefully, wouldn't have too much of a hangover the next day.

Trent and Metal were messing about at the pool table just shooting random balls into the holes not actually playing a real game while the rest of Bravo was playing a game of darts and since the pool table was in front of the dart board Bravo Team had a full view as to what happened next.

Trent walked up to Metal and pressed close, closer that what is considered friendly, into Metal's side and said something to him, Metal said something back then all of a sudden Trent's hand was in Metal back pocket picking out his wallet and walking towards the bar to pay the tab, Bravo all looked towards each other with wide eyes but collectively shrugged it off as 'Trent had a few too many to drink tonight' but if Bravo had payed attention they would have known Trent had close to nothing to drink, he was well under the legal limit.

2.

All of Bravo team was sitting in the cage room doing one thing or another waiting on Trent and Metal to get there so that they could go start running some practice drills in the shoot house.

10 minutes later Trent and Metal walked in arguing about...Pancakes???

"Everyone know you put in the chocolate chips when your mixing the batter NOT when your cooking the damn thing" Trent huffed at Metal

"Your delusional your supposed to put them on top when you've just poured the batter onto the grill top so that you get an even amount in every pancake" Metal said back

"No, just no. Your wrong, admit it, we all know it!"

"I'm not wrong yo-" Metal got cut off by Trent

"Say one more word and your sleeping on the couch tonight tough guy" Trent said

Metal wisely shut his mouth even though he knew Trent wouldn't do that over something this stupid, Metal knows Trent's not actually angry, he'll probably come back like an hour later wanting a 'forgive me' kiss.

Sonny being....well Sonny decided to speak up "You sound like an old married couple when you fight like that"

Trent and Metal shared a glance when everyone agreed that, they did indeed sound like an old married couple when they fought like that.

Trent tried, he really did, but his laughter got the better of him and he bust out laugh which in turn nearly made Metal laugh.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Sonny asked sounding very confused

"Oh nothing Sonny" Trent waved him off

Bravo thought nothing about the situation after just thought it was them and their weird best friend relationship they had.

3.

Everyone on Bravo had a key to Trent's house, they never knocked or really made themselves known until they found Trent usually he was puttering around cleaning up one thing or another or talking with Metal at the kitchen table or on the couch with him or enjoying a beer with him in the backyard....the point is, is that Trent is almost never busy and Metal's always with him, the guys have never questioned it.

Today Brock was severely regretting not knocking or making himself known in anyway because the scene he walked in on he would pay money to forget.

Metal was sitting on the couch with Trent sitting on his lap, both of their shirts were off and on the floor and Trent's pants were dangerously close to being on the floor and they probably would've ended up there if Brock hadn't walking in at that exact moment.

"Hey Trent are you i- OH MY GOD! I'm sorry! I did not mean to see that!" Brock frantically said as he covered his eyes and turned away.

Trent pretty much jumped off of Metal's lap to get his shirt on and try to look presentable which was kinda pointless since Brock had just seen them making out, Trent called for Brock when Metal had his shirt on.

"Brock you can turn around now were decent" Trent sighed

"Okay....Can you check for a concussion I hit my head on my table pretty hard and I was a bit dizzy after for like 2 seconds" Brock asked

"Sure, get over here" Trent beckoned him over

Once Trent had cleared him and sent him on his way he sat down heavily beside Metal.

"God why did that have to happen...That's so embarrassing" Trent whined into Metal shoulder

Metal chuckled but winced when Trent hit him in the side and mumbled a 'Don't laugh asshole' into his shoulder.

4.

Bravo & Blackburn were in the cage room cleaning out some gear and making sure it was in working order and Sonny decided to ask Metal something he had been wondering about.

"Hey Metal how come we've never seen your place?" Everyone stopped what they were doing to listen in because they were also curious to this answer

"I Live with Trent" Metal answered

"Aren't you a little old to have a roommate" Sonny asked and when Metal gave him the 'Are-You-Kidding-Me' Look he just said this

"Aren't you though?" Metal just walked away muttering about how dense the whole fucking team was.

During that entire conversation Brock was trying not to laugh, Trent was giving Sonny a look of complete disbelief, and Blackburn just shook his head thinking 'Idiot. He's an Idiot, they're all idiots'

5.

Everyone minus Trent and Metal was in the briefing room when Ray decided to bring up an...interesting topic of conversation.

"I think Trent and Metal are together" He said

"What makes you think that?" Jason asked

"Well at the bar that one night where he took his wallet" Clay felt the need to but in with a 'Trent's got a death wish' Ray glared at him and continued his explanation "That time they were arguing about pancakes, and the roommate thing"

"Wait" Sonny asked just now having caught on to the conversation "You think they're fuckin" He made an obscene gesture with his hands.

"Sonny, I swear to god...." Ray sighed already tired of Sonny for the day, Blackburn butted in with his own idea

"Here's a wonderful idea boys, why don't you ask them, with your words, you know we can communicate like adults because that's what we are...well" He side eyed Sonny and Clay "Most of us are...Oh look here they are now" he said as the door swung open and Trent and Metal walked through

Clay decided to take the fall and ask

"Are you guys together?"

"Yea, were together, we've been married for quite a while actually" Trent said

"Why didn't you tell us?!" Clay cried out in fake hurt

"We were waiting for you guys to catch on but we should've known better because you are all. Sooo. Dense." Metal answered

"So how long did it take them to notice or in this case ask about our relationship?" Trent asked, Lisa was the one to answer him

"I think about 2 1/2 years closer to 3" She gave them all a look

"That means I win" Trent said

Lisa, Eric, and Mandy groaned as Trent took the 20 buck from their hands

"Did you bet?" Jason asked skeptically

"Yes, and I won with 2 years and 8 months, Metal had a year and a half, Blackburn had 3 1/2, Mandy had a year and Lisa had 4 years" Trent answered back

"You have no faith in us Lisa, I'm wounded" Sonny faked hurt

"To be fair, you are all dense and oblivious as fuck when off the field" Lisa said

Mandy started the briefing once they got over the brief shock of finding out that their scary, rough and tumble medic was married to the scariest guy on base.

Later that night Trent and Metal had a good laugh at their team mates expense because of how long it took them to figure it out.

Thanks for reading this and like I said before this idea was thought up by @disasterfandoms and I only take credit for the writing, hope you enjoyed -QMP

[min-chery]

Whiskey and smoke | KTH & PJM

Pairing: Taehyung / Named OC / Jimin

Rating: 16+

Warnings: Bartender Taehyung!au / Rich Jimin!au / vague mentions of sexual assault / drinking / smoking / Written in OC's POV

Summary: She has been bound to follow orders all through her life. Living a life of restraint, Taehyung had become her only source of relief. And one day, he and a very handsome stranger from the bar take a decision that rocks her damned world.

Word count: 2.9k

I swirl the amber liquid in the glass. Pegs after pegs of whiskey already In my system. It does me more good than harm. Has been doing it for the past 4 years.

It has become my companion over the years. I don't lose myself it. Never will. I find myself when have it by my side. I find the confidence I crave for. The world becomes brighter than it ever possibly could.

The bartender keeps a close eye on me, his lips forming a pout. He's sometimes the only one who cares about me. And I'll gladly indulge myself knowing I'm not unwanted.

"I'm alright Tae. It's not my first time drinking." I wave him off.

"That's why I'm worried, noona. Another family gathering?" He inquires.

"Hmm. And a few important clients from his company."

"You should tell them this isn't the life you want, Val. You're drinking yourself to death at this rate."

"It's not that easy." I sigh.

"It is that easy. You've never tried to know that." He whispers harshly.

"Don't act as if you care." I sneer. He talks as if it's that easy to confront them. Them. My manipulative parents.

"I do care, okay! You think I asked you out thrice because I don't care? All you've done those times was throw the same shitty excuse at my face. You won't understand how much I care, Valeria. You're too drunk to even try and understand how hard I'm trying to see you as just a bestfriend when we know we both are not just that." He looks disappointed in me for the first time and it breaks my heart. I look straight into his eyes without letting myself waver and he stares with the same intensity. He finally gives up, slamming the shaker on the counter before heading to the other side of the bar.

To hear him call me by name and not 'noona' or 'Val' makes me almost tear up. I sniffle, pulling my hair towards my face. The world blurs and the scenes from my first time meeting him take over.

It was in high school I first saw him. My bestfriend introduced me to this club. Back then this building had been used as a hangout spot for people interested in motorsports. Jungkook and I sneaked out from school on multiple occasions to meet with the people here. It was everything I had ever wished for. I had nothing to hide about among those people. Didn't have to pretend who I was. There was always free alcohol here. And the first time Jungkook brought me here, a guy had draped his arm over my bestfriend's shoulder and said "Who have you brought here with you, Jungkookie?"

He had smiled so wide at me, I wondered for a second if I was in heaven. How could someone have been so beautiful and been a human?

Jungkook had introduced us to each other and left us alone to get along. And we did. We got along so well and so fast, we were surprised. He talked my ear off about a girl he loved. Narrated so many stories about their happy life together. They sounded so happy and in love, that it struck me like a flash of lightning when he said she cheated on him multiple times. His eyes that had been scrunched up in a smile all afternoon and had suddenly taken a glossy sheen to them.

It had been the first time I had seen a man cry. I remember wondering if I could ever soothe him. If I could see him smile once again that day. But he recovered pretty quick. He had found something else to hold onto and love. Motor racing.

The sound of a throat clearing rings beside me and I lift up my face to look at the person. A man about my age peers at me from above his glass of scotch. There's a slight hint of a smile on his lips as if he's watched the previous conversation with Tae and finds our little fight amusing.

I sniffle and glare at him, which only makes him smile more openly. He sets down the glass on the counter and wipes the liquid off his plump lips with the back of his palm.

"Don't worry about him. He'll come around soon." He says, voice gentle and laced with a teasing smile.

"And I don't need a stranger telling me that about my bestfriend." I snicker. It makes a foul emotion crawl through my skin. To see an outsider talk about Tae, my Tae, as if he knows him better than I do.

"My my I should've probably introduced myself first. I'm Park Jimin. Taehyung's roommate." The smirk that's settled on the man's lips is so frustrating, it makes me want to punch him square in the nose.

"Do you smoke?" He asks. For once it feels like he's not mocking me. I nod, placing my hand in his when he extends it.

It's then I realize that I'm following a man that I've met for the first time outside. Beneath the arrogance, he seems like a gentleman by the way he's curled his fingers around mine. A fragility in the way he handles me.

We walk a few blocks away from the club. Music from the place we just left still faintly following us. Jimin then sits on the clean sidewalk, looking at me to sit down too. And I do. Sitting so close to him, I take to opportunity to really absorb his features into my brain. 'He's beautiful' is the conclusion my mind comes to.

He holds out a cigarette, waiting for me to put it between my lips. I part my lips open for him to do so. He gulps before doing so and then proceeds to take out his lighter. The orange light the flame produces shines on his face making him look handsome in a different way.

His eyes lift up from the cancer stick in my mouth to my eyes and fall back on my lips. He's quickly moving away from me as if he's scared of the effect I would have on him.

I take in puffs of the smoke, let it fill my lungs with the toxins. I still don't understand why it relieves me, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't. It's just as good of a friend of mine as is the alcohol.

"So you're the one who's been hooking up with Tae for so long." He says, pushing away the silence that had engulfed us. I nod, letting out the smoke I'd held in my mouth.

"I've known Tae my whole life. And I've seen him cry only a handful of times. The first time was back in high school. When he cut his ex-girlfriend out of his life. For good." He grits out the final part, eyes unfocused as he recollects his memories.

"And then a couple of years later. When you told him about your family. He didn't tell me anything other than how he thinks they're the shittiest people in your life. Didn't go into much detail about it. Just cried in my arms all night until he fell asleep." He's now looking at me with a soft look in his eyes.

"He told me he loved you that night. I always teased him about this Valeria who had his heart. Still has it. The last time I saw him cry was when you rejected him. The first time." I remember that day, I considered it the worst moment of my life. And Jimin wasn't the only one that saw him cry that day.

I woefully smile, feeling a lump in my throat grow bigger. Taking another long drag of the cigarette, I flick it onto the road. It doesn't fall far from me though. Jimin is stretching towards it and tossing it into a waste bin close by without lifting his ass up. He's smirking once again, winking at me. I laugh at his attempt to impress me with his aiming skills.

"They are shitty people. My family. I'm only something they use for their publicity stunts. Attending their business parties, walking around in rich gowns for the men to see. They never for once asked me what I wanted. All they've done is throw things at me and demand at me to be what they wanted me to be." I laugh, but it's anything but with happiness.

"I've abandoned my dreams to be a living doll for those people. I've had strangers my father's age run their filthy hands over my body. And he watched, that man. Watched his friends make his daughter feel like dirt. Can still feel the fingers of the guy my dad wants me to marry on my bare back from just hours ago." My voice cracks, tears no longer being able to be held within the confines of the waterline. As they tumble down my cold cheeks, I wrap my arms around myself. Feeling naked in my backless dress.

Jimin rustles beside me, shrugging his blazer down his shoulders and wraps it over me. He giving me an apologetic look which I wave off. I'm too tired to deal with the problems in my life.

"Why won't you agree to be Tae's girlfriend when you love him? The guy your dad chose is obviously a pathetic excuse of a man."

"I'm not the kind who stand up for themselves. I kept telling him that I'll never be able to turn down my father's order if he asks me to marry a rich businessman. I'd have to cut Taehyung out of my life and I can't do that to him. He deserves someone way better than that." I sniffle, wiping my face free of the moisture. Jimin's letting my words sink in, thinking of a response.

"Look, I've not had a great family either. Left them behind when I was really young. I let them know how forcing their decisions on me was not worth losing me. So, I understand how you must feel. But it's always nice to have someone fight for you, fight the whole world with you. And with Taehyung in your life, I don't know if there is anyone who'll be as careful with your heart as he is."

"Stop trying to set me up with him." I laugh.

"Just saying." He replies, his eyes closed into crescents as he joins in my laughter.

"Got another cigarette?" I ask as I move in closer to him. He worriedly looks at me and then nods. Once again lighting it up, he places it between my lips.

I take in a long drag and hold the smoke in my mouth. I watch Jimin gulp as I move in even closer to him. I blow it to his face, his eyes growing hooded as he looks at me through the toxic air. I pass the stick to him, asking him to do the same. He follows along, hollowing out his cheeks and blowing it to my face.

It makes my core thrum from the intensity of the scene. A hand with the number '13' tatted on the wrist holding a cigarette and the puff of smoke encasing the two of us. We've come incredibly close to each other, faces just centimeters away. He's slowly leaning in, eyes locked on my lips as mine on his. Our noses brush, a spark going straight to my brain.

I shift my head to the side, eyeing his soft ears. I lift up a finger to gently tug at the earring, toying with it as I breathe in his cologne. The soft flesh of his earlobe tend me irresistible and pull me in to press a kiss there.

Jimin's arms have wound themselves around me, his nose buried in my hair as I kiss his ear. Somehow, my mind has deemed him a safe place. Him being Taehyung's roommate playing a large role in my trust in the man I've met for the first time today.

"Val! Jimin-ah! Is that you two?!" Taehyung calls out, rushing towards us. I jump up from the sidewalk, walking towards him with Jimin trailing behind. As Taehyung nears us, he opens his arms. My eyes blur with unfallen tears and I smash into his chest.

He wraps himself around me, forming a protective embrace. I fist his black shirt at his chest, cuddling and making myself smaller in his arms. His hands run through the length of my hair, his cheek smushed at the top of my head. He's my warmth on a cold night and without him, I'd fall into a pit of eternal winter.

"I'm sorry, Val." He says, not letting go of me and I'm glad he didn't. I wasn't ready to leave his embrace yet.

"You had a tough time and came to the club for some relief and me being a dumbass lectured you." He says against my hair.

"Don't call yourself a dumbass." I pout, weakly hitting at his chest. His laughter fills my ears, along with Jimin's quiet chuckle. I look up at Jimin from where I'm buried in Tae's torso. He looking at us with newfound adoration.

"I'm sorry though." He mumbles.

" 's okay."

I'm being moved away from Taehyung's chest after a minute, but still held towards him by my waist. Taehyung looks at Jimin, a quiet conversation between them. And Jimin walks closer to the two of us, his hands going around Taehyung's shoulder.

"Hi baby." Jimin coos, making a faint red dust across Taehyung's cheeks. Jimin then places a kiss on his lips, a quick peck before they're both looking at me.

"I've been wanting to tell you something noona." Taehyung starts, his hands tightening around me.

"I and Jiminie have been roommates since high school. And we've decided to move to The States."

It hits me like a flash of lightning when he says so. He's moving away. Far away from me. And somehow it invokes a deep fear in me. Jungkook also moved to the US after college. I feel dizzy realizing I'd be left alone in the hands of my family. And I'd rather die than let that happen.

"Tae..." I whisper, the tears running down my cheeks almost instantly. His eyebrows pinch in worry, hands holding my face. His thumb brushes my cheekbones, catching the tears as they fall.

"I found an amazing photography program at one of the colleges and it fit right in my budget. I won't even have to get a student loan for it. It was our dream remember? Me taking photography while you took business courses." I nod. I remember talking about it right after we hooked up for the first time. I had laid on his chest, his arms holding me as close to him as possible.

"We're both being stagnant in our lives, Val. How long do you think we can keep hooking up? You're going to leave me behind the second you get engaged to a stranger." His eyes are filling up in pain.

"I'm coming with you, Tae. I'll suffocate here without you. Don't leave me, Tae. Don't leave me." I'm sobbing hard in his arms, clutching hard at his waist as if it would stop him from going away.

Jimin moves in, taking both me and Tae into his arms. He places a gentle kiss on both of our foreheads.

"We'll take you with us if you want, moonlet. You've got a week to yourself before we move. You can take some time and think about this decision, alright? We need you to be sure you want to come with us." he speaks benignly.

"I don't need more time. I want to come with you." I say with determination.

"That's good, Val. Jiminie will take good care of us. He's got a huge apartment in New York. Got a shit ton of money. He's really kind too. And god the things his dick makes you feel." Taehyung groans, throwing his head back and then breaking into laughter. Jimin and I join in, basking in the warmth his smile provides. We both love this adorable boy with a boxy smile and I'm sure it is seen in our eyes.

"You're making me sound like a sugar daddy, you idiot." Jimin says, hitting him softly at the back of his head.

"It is true though." Tae laughs. "Looks like lover boy's starting to feel things for you, noona."

Jimin blushes, trying to stand tall and not shying from our collective gaze. In the end, he gives up, stuffing his face in the crook Taehyung's neck.

"He doesn't have a problem with polyamory too. He's the full package, this guy." he smiles, ruffling Jimin's hair.

We don't stay there for long after our conversation. We head to Jimin and Taehyung's apartment and I stay the night. We all spend time getting to know each other better. Me and Jimin bond very fast, learning we're both similar in a lot of ways. I and Tae let Jimin in on our stories from years ago. I and Jimin even kiss for the first time that night, leaving us warm and blushing.

As the night progresses and we lay in each other's arms on the living room floor, I realize I'm being given another chance at life. Maybe running away from the people who birthed you isn't the best way to start your life again. But it feels good. To finally leave behind the toxicity. In a week's time, I'll be free. And I intend on making the most out of my life after.

[seasonofthewicth]

A Groovy Kind of Love - 8.5 Lysandra pov

AN: something slightly different this week but I absolutely adore these two and hope you do too!! 

masterlist - ao3

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Lysandra took in where Aedion lay sprawled in her bed, lying across her pillows, the covers thrown haphazardly across his lap exposing his tanned chest. The grooves of his torso and the lines of his muscular arms had her biting her lip even though they had only just finished their last round when Aelin had arrived.

In Lysandra’s defence she hadn’t meant to start sleeping with her best friend’s cousin, especially not now that her best friend lived with said cousin, but something inside her had been drawn to him and hadn’t allowed her to let him go.

Their first time had been a night of drunken passion. All tongues and teeth and roaming hands in his bedroom after they left the bar where they had celebrated Aelin getting her new job. Without Aelin.

Lysandra had worried for her best friend, but relaxed when Rowan had put her to bed, more gentle with her than he had any right to be.  

Fenrys had offered to call her a cab back to her own apartment but Aedion had rested his hand against her lower back, his little finger brushing against the curve of her ass, and told him she wouldn’t need it, that she’d stay at theirs for the night. Presumptuous, but he wasn’t wrong, and she couldn’t pretend his confidence wasn’t working for her.

The brief touching of lips they had shared in the game of truth or dare had been all she had been able to focus on the whole time in the bar. Even when a different guy had approached her, bought her a drink and tried to chat her up she had only been able to consider the spark from the pressure of her lips against Aedion’s and had soon dismissed the hopeful without more than a single word.

Back at the loft she had muttered a brief goodnight to Lorcan and Fenrys before marching across the open living space to Aedion’s bedroom. She had enjoyed her night with Aelin’s roommates, they were surprisingly funny and easy to get along with, she even enjoyed Lorcan’s dark sense of humour.

Aedion had followed close behind her, not saying a word until she slammed the door shut behind them but she had felt his presence behind her. His warmth burning through the thin dress she wore where he pressed the long line of his body against hers.  

Once inside she had turned to him, placing a hand on his chest and teasing a finger into his unbuttoned collar to rub gently against the skin covered with a spattering of golden chest hair.

“You do not so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, you don’t even open your mouth,” She told him, needing to set the boundaries clearly before this even began.

He had only shot her his crooked, cocky grin before saying, “I think you’d prefer my mouth open, at least in certain places.”

She had attempted a response, but he had crashed his lips to hers, his lips warm and demanding as he stole her breath. He had pushed her backwards towards the bed, puling her purse out of her arms and throwing it somewhere to the side as he drew her arms up to wrap around his neck.

She had meant for that to be the last time, a one-and-done kind of deal, but one night he had texted her. It was only a short message asking her what she was up to, the classic, but she had deliberated long enough that she knew what her answer would be.

What she and Aedion had done had filled her thoughts for days afterwards, the mental image of his head between her thighs had inclined her to reach her hand downwards, trying to recreate the sensations a number of times since.

She knew what she was doing made her a slightly bad friend, but what Aelin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. They could be sneaky.

At least she thought so, she hadn’t been planning on Aelin turning up unannounced at her apartment while Aedion was tucked up in her bed, having been tucked up in Lysandra only minutes before.

He raised his eyebrows at her across the room. She still hovered by the door, nerves slightly frayed from the near miss. “Well?”

She sighed, tugging off the jumper she had thrown on in a panic revealing only a light lacy bralette and getting back into the bed beside him.

“She just wanted to talk about Rowan.” She told him, snuggling into his side and resting her head on his shoulder, slightly too hard to be a comfortable pillow.

Aedion’s expression was a multitude of emotions, scepticism and wariness were at least two of them. Aelin and Rowan were a car crash they could all see coming from miles away, she knew Aedion, Fenrys and Lorcan had a pool going on for how long it would take them to do something, but she hadn’t bought into it. Yet.

So far Lysandra had tried to dissuade her best friend from sleeping with her roommate but knew her efforts would only go so far once Aelin accepted how she felt about Rowan. She wasn’t sure how far she could push the Dorian angle, but she was happy Aelin had at least agreed to text him. Even if it didn’t work out she could say she tried.

Aelin could probably do a lot worse than Rowan she supposed, as Aedion’s best friend she knew Rowan had to be a decent guy and in her experience he had been. He also looked damn good next to Aelin, the contrast of their colouring, while both shades of blonde, his was icy to her warmth and it was a great combination.

“What about Rowan?” Aedion’s golden hair, a match to Aelin’s, shifted across his shoulder as he turned to her, strands of it tickling her forehead as he did.

“Just the pair of them being idiots, I can tell you later if you want.”

Her words were dismissive as she tilted her chin upwards, an unspoken demand for a kiss. He obliged her willingly, tucking his hand that wasn’t wrapped around her shoulders into her hair, cradling the back of her neck as he kissed her lazily.

Gentle strokes of his tongue had a burning building in her, but too soon he pulled back.

“We’ve literally just finished, you heathen.” He brushed a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling back even further, unwinding his hand from her hair.

She pouted and he laughed, his chiselled face lightening as his golden-blue eyes shone. He brushed a hand down her back, his touch sending a warm and cosy feeling through her.  

“Later, I want breakfast anyway so get dressed.” He told her, unwrapping his arm from her and standing up from the bed, giving her an incredible view of his powerful body.

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He took her to a small, hole-in-the-wall café a few minutes from her apartment.

“The coffee here is better than any chain coffee store,” He told her, and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re a dick,” She said fondly.

“I know,” He grinned at her as their breakfasts arrived, an almost predatory smile that did things to her.

She really had meant to keep this casual. Sex only, preferably in the dark hours of night that came with a level of plausible deniability, but here they were. Going for breakfast after a lazy morning in bed and a night of fantastic sex.

It was reaching the stage where she knew she’d have to tell Aelin at some point, but she wanted to keep it just between the two of them for a while. She wanted to enjoy it without any external input, and she loved Aelin but Lysandra knew her knee-jerk reaction to finding out wouldn’t be happy.

Lysandra wanted time with Aedion to herself. He wasn’t what she had expected, even though she had heard of Aelin’s cousin in the years they had been friends she had never met Aedion until Aelin moved into the loft. She had been expecting a typical frat-bro type, with the stories she heard from Aelin she had been expecting him to be a dick.

If she was honest with herself, he sometimes was a dick. One specific time came to mind at the thought, the first time she had got drunk, really drunk, with the occupants of the loft Aedion had slurred four words to her she wasn’t sure she’d ever forget, girl, I’mma marry you. Each time his words crossed her mind she had to bite back the smile that threatened to bloom.

He was a total dick she supposed; she just hadn’t expected to like it. And he wasn’t always like that, he had a sincere side that tugged at her heart too.

“What?” He asked her around a mouthful of his toast. That really shouldn’t be endearing.

“Nothing,” She said shaking her head and looking down at her own plate of eggs.

“You’re looking at me weird, is it not good?” He pointed towards her plate with his knife.

“No it is, I was just day dreaming.” She waved him off and he went easily back to his meal. A curl of his hair fell in front of his face and she tracked the motion as he raised a hand to tuck it back behind his ear.

He usually wore it tied back neatly, but she loved it on his days off when it hung loose and free. She loved when it would fall around her as a curtain when he pounded into her, cocooning them in their own little bubble.

She shook her head, trying to look anywhere but at him as the familiar pulse of heat spread between her thighs at the thought. As they finished their meals she debated inviting him back to her apartment again for another round, when it came to him she was insatiable, but he spoke before she could work up the nerve.

“I should probably get going,” He said as he waved to the waitress for the bill, pulling out his wallet.

She pouted again, and he laughed when he caught it.

“I have worn these boxers since yesterday morning, you wouldn’t want me if I wore them any longer.”

“Bet I would,” She muttered under her breath.

“Stop that,” he told her through his grin. “You could always come to mine with me while I grab a shower and a change of clothes.”

The waitress appeared with the bill, and he placed his card down before handing it back to her. He had paid for all of the breakfasts that they had gone for together in the mornings after the night before; she wasn’t sure what that meant.

She took a breath, “Wouldn’t that be kind of—I don’t know, a lot?”

“Lysandra,” He breathed, taking a moment and looking down at his plate. “I’m not sure I care at this point.”

His voice was gruff as he flicked his eyes up to hers, a sense of nervousness hanging in them.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Lysandra, I like sleeping with you, you know that.” He tapped his fist gently on the table before speaking again, “But, honestly? I’d like to do more than sleep with you. If you’d like.”

Shy wasn’t a side to him she had seen before, the light blush dusting his cheekbones was adorable in itself. A small smile was brewing on her face.

“What do you have in mind exactly?” She was playing with him slightly.

His striking eyes met hers, full of a rare kind of sincerity.

“I’d like to take you out, on a date.” She grinned at him. “Before taking you home with me again obviously.” He added with a feline smirk.

“I think I’d like that,” The smile she gave him was unusually soft.

When the waitress returned with his card he stood, holding his hand out for hers. She slid her hand into his, weaving her slender fingers between his own broader ones, and looked up to him with a bright smile.

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Their first date had been magical. Well, she supposed, their first proper date. All the mornings they had gone for breakfast or the nights they had spent wrapped up together talking and drinking had definitely been date-like.

He had picked her up at her apartment, a crisp white button down tucked into his fitted grey slacks. He looked good—no great. His hair was brushed back into a tidy ponytail at the nape of his neck and it showcased the strong lines of his face. His straight nose and full lips. Gods, the sight of him sent a rush through her.

She had worn an emerald green, calf length silk dress with a slit cut to her mid-thigh. She had paired it with patent black heels and even with them he towered over her when he leant in to wrap her in a hug. Pressing his cheek to the top of her head then lowering it to whisper in her ear how she looked fantastic, but he couldn’t wait to tear the dress off her later.

She had swatted at him, telling him this dress cost more than his monthly rent, it had been a gift at one of her recent modelling shoots for some up and coming brand, but she couldn’t deny the flood of heat his words sent through her.

He took her to a trendy but formal restaurant downtown. He had held her chair out and tucked it in when she sat down before taking his own opposite her. They had shared a bottle of wine through the meal, Aedion’s cheeks growing more and more flushed with every sip and she felt her heart warm at the sight.

She couldn’t deny how quickly her feelings for him were building. Every time, the sight of him sent a thrill through her and she was past the point of pretending it was only sexual. Past the point of pretending her feelings for him were anything remotely related to casual. When it came to him she didn’t even know the word.

Their date had ended at the loft Aedion shared with Aelin and their other roommates. He had snuck in before her, leaving her lingering in the hallway and making sure the coast was clear before swinging the door open and pulling her in by the waist.

She couldn’t deny that the secrecy sent a thrill through her.

He had fulfilled his promise from earlier with a level of added care, peeling her dress down her body. Lavishing kisses down every inch that was revealed and the look in his eyes had her skin burning almost as much as the pressure of his lips.

At this point they were past quick fucks, there was tenderness and emotion every time he touched her now, his gaze locked deeply on hers as he moved inside her working gentle whimpers from her lips.

It was the kind of thing she wanted to scream from the rooftops, the kind of thing she and Aelin would spend hours dissecting every word and gesture. But that was a snag, the only snag. Aedion was Aelin’s cousin, and she had let herself fall so deep without telling Aelin that any reveal now would hurt her friend.

Rowan finding out had not been ideal, especially not the manner in which he did so. Hiding in a cupboard was not one of her proudest moments, but she had been desperate to keep this as it was for as long as she could.

She knew from a single glance at his expression that he was surprised, and she supposed that was understandable. Herself and Aedion was a combination that she hadn’t seen coming, as an outsider she would have likely scoffed at the idea, Aedion’s animated nature was a complete contrast to her cool and collected demeanour.

She should really stop having any expectations about them, should stop pretending that any of her predictions about the man would come true. He took her by surprise every day; adding new elements to her perception of him that only endeared her to him more.

She was falling and fast.

After Rowan had left the room and she had tucked herself into Aedion’s side, leeching his warmth.

“We need to tell Aelin.” She admitted.

“I know.” His voice was soft.

“I—How?”

Aelin was her best friend but she was at a loss for how to reveal this secret to her. Ripping off the band-aid was surely the best strategy, just clear and quick, I’m dating Aedion. But there were too many variables.

Aedion in the room? Aedion not in the room? In the loft? Not in the loft?

He seemed as lost in thought as she was, rolling his lower lip between his teeth gently, not pressing hard enough to break the skin but she worried for the tension in his face.

“I don’t know. But we should tell her before she finds out from anyone else.”

Lysandra nodded, finding out from someone other than herself would hurt Aelin even more than the truth. If she couldn’t face her best friend she couldn’t face herself.

“I can probably hold Rowan to a week, maximum,” He told her. “But we’ll need to tell Aelin soon.”

She frowned and his hand came up to gently cradle her face, his thumb stroking across her cheek.

“Yeah,” She sighed. “I know, but I can’t help wanting to keep this a secret for a little bit longer.”

“I know. We’ll tell her together, okay?”

“A couple more days?” She wrapped her hand around his wrist and his hand slid down to tangle his fingers through hers.

“A couple more days,” He agreed, dropping a light kiss to her lips.

She was silent for another moment as she ran through just how much she needed to discuss with her best friend. She had been the one to encourage Aelin to text Dorian, but she hadn’t expected the despair in Rowan’s voice as a result. He had actually sounded hurt by Dorian’s presence, and she wondered if maybe his rejection of Aelin wasn’t as clear cut as her best friend had thought.

She turned to Aedion; he would be more likely to know Rowan than she was.

“Do you think…” She began slowly, wanting to choose her words carefully.. “Do you think there’s something,” She waved a hand in front of her face, struggling for how to put her exact thoughts into words.

“Go on,” He prompted her.

“Do you think I was wrong to tell Aelin to not, with Rowan? And telling her to text Dorian instead?”

“Lys,” He sighed at her, adjusting where he sat so they were more upright. “Aelin’s a big girl, she can make her own decisions. You can’t blame yourself for what those two decide to do, or what they decide to not do.”

She went to speak but he interrupted her with a finger pressed against her lips.

“You also have to not get involved.” She frowned. “They need to figure it out themselves. I’ve known Rowan for years, he’s slow but he’ll get there. Who knows maybe Dorian will give him the push he needs.” He was grinning as he ribbed his best friend.

“I’m serious.” She began to protest.

“So am I but believe me. I’ve got a pretty good idea of where Rowan’s head is at, but I’ll have a word with him soon. I’m sure it’s harmless but he won’t hurt her. I won’t let him.”

She sat back, satisfied that Aedion would handle Rowan, and reassured that he wouldn’t let Aelin get hurt. Either way she still needed to speak to Aelin herself, first to find out what went down with Dorian, maybe that would be a line drawn, an end to whatever her friend was feeling for Rowan.

She also needed to tell her about herself and Aedion, but she’d need to go home and at least grab a change of clothes first.

She pressed yet another kiss to Aedion’s lips, losing herself in the sensation, before pulling away to gather her things. Aedion stood to throw on his own shirt, preparing to check whether the coast was clear for her exit. The secrecy was hot, but it got tiring after a while.

Once she was ready he poked his head out of the door and waved a hand for her to follow. She tiptoed out and crossed the room quickly to the front door, pausing with a hand on the handle to look back at Aedion one last time. Damn him, she was way too far gone.

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[ourstarscollided]

jatp fanworks appreciation - day 3 (wips)

wip wednesday - I didn’t think I wanted to join in on this day for my own stuff considering I’ve never posted anything original for this fandom, but I think this might just be the little boost I need from myself to actually finish the wips that I have sitting around. I am peer pressuring myself and holding myself accountable by posting this - or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Most of the past 6 mths has just been me screaming to no one in a Google Doc, so here are some things I’ve been ruminating about over the last 6 months (and if my secret agenda is to get other people to write about it so I don’t have to? Then that’s between you and me).

Everything’s under a read more because I like giving context and that usually spirals out of control!?!?

If you would like to see more from any of the below, feel free to shoot me an ask/message and I can definitely share some more! (Or you can just come yell at me about JATP in general.)

Strangers Fake Dating AU // Julie x Luke

I’m a simple person. I see a prompt, I latch onto it, and then I completely miss the entire point of the prompt as my imagination goes wild for no real reason. This really was supposed to be a super short drabble, but it manifested into a 3k+ thing that isn’t even finished.

Julie’s not really sure what she’s supposed to do now. Nothing has ever prepared her for a situation in which she’s supposed to pretend to be a stranger’s girlfriend, especially if that situation involves parents. Does she continue this ruse? Can she come up with a quick enough excuse to tell this Luke character that she actually can’t stay? What if this is just all an elaborate plan to kidnap her? Has she been listening to too many true crime podcasts? Why does Luke smell so good? Does he know how to cook? Why does his shirt not have sleeves? What-

“I can hear you thinking from here.” Her head whips up at the sound of Luke’s voice, which is now at a whisper and kind of frantic. “I just- I just really needed to get my mom off my back, so I kinda need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for the night. I swear I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

Julie studies Luke’s face and it’s nearly impossible to not cave under his gaze, which can only be simply described as ‘puppy dog eyes’. She finds herself smiling back, letting out a huff, “I hope you like lasagna.” And the grin that spreads across the boy’s face is enough for her to know that he’s incredibly relieved that she agreed.

“I’m Luke by the way. Luke Patterson.”

(Okay, he’s kinda cute. And no one this cute is a serial killer. Right?)

She gives a small smile back, “I’m Julie.”

//

5+1 alive!Juke AU // Julie x Luke

Inspired by paper - LANY

This is one of the first things I ever felt the urge to write down back in September because I love exploring the idea of how two people can appear to be the perfect relationship on the outside, but are actually fighting their own demons. Especially when it comes to celebrities and people who are in the spotlight. It’s basically a 5+1 fic about the moments from other people’s perspectives who happen to orbit around Julie/Luke that all revolve around paper. My outline for this is so long because I can’t manage to narrow it down, and there’s zero cohesiveness but I do have little things jotted down.

“Hey little man,” Luke’s knelt down to match his 5 year-old height, and a hand extends out to him for a high five, “What are you doing here?”

His eyes flicker to the left, towards his own apartment door, where his mom is giving him an encouraging nod. “ I- I just wanted to-” he stutters and finds himself looking at his feet as he shuffles back and forth on the spot. “I- I drew you guys something!”

He shoves the paper out towards the older boy in front of him, but doesn’t look up.

//

Reincarnation AU // Julie x Luke

I had a random thought in December about how magical it is that Julie and Luke are so tied to one another that their love transcends time and space, which will always lead them back to one another. I remember reading a book a long time ago about how the main character is fated to die at a certain age, and that kind of sparked this little idea. I can’t bring myself to actually plot out every single timeline right now, but I did manage to write a little bit.

It will never be as complex as Rosie’s idea and all the wonderful additions in the link here, and I don’t really plan on it being anything more than a small idea. But I really do still think someone should write some sort of reincarnation AU cause I’d hop on that so fast!!

“Okay- that’s not- Luke. You seriously just ran away?”

“What was I supposed to do Alex? We all know how this ends.”

His friend looks at him, face painted in understanding and he sighs, “Yeah. Yeah, we do.”

Because it’s true, Alex does know, so does Reggie and Bobby. Most importantly, so does Luke. It’s the exact same tragic love story every time.

Call it a curse or fate or destiny. Maybe it’s because Mercury is in retrograde. Whatever. It always ends the same way - with a heartbreaking goodbye, a whisper of the promise that they’ll find each other again, and the possibility of a happy ending. He’s said the same goodbye at least 734 times, but it’s not like he’s counting or anything. Fuck the universe and its mystical ways.

//

Competitive Alex // Alex x Willie

No real thoughts or reasons for this other than I just think I self-projected my need to play board games with people in real life into a fic. And maybe a little bit of my competitiveness onto Alex and then threw in Willie because I think he would be able to handle it while also finding it endearing. I also have written nothing about the actual competitiveness, it’s just 2k words of Alex crushing on Willie.

“Wait,” his eyes dart between the three boys, “You both know Willie? How come I’ve never met him?”

His roommates look at each other, and there’s a smirk on Luke’s face when he says, “Actually Alex, I think you have. Remember that time you got really drunk after one of our shows?”

Oh no. He really hopes that it’s not the time he’s thinking of, so he tries to sound nonchalant. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Luke.”

“The night we played at that tiny bar at the edge of the campus! We got paid in those tiny colourful shots?” He doesn’t really know where Luke is going with this, so he’s slowly nodding along. “And you were super upset that the hot dog vendor at the end of the street was closed?”

//

Dear Julie, Love Mom series

I made myself sad with this thought when I first watched the show and was talking to my friend about how I think that Rose would’ve left messages for the Molina family, especially when we found out that Wake Up was actually from her mom. I wrote a bigger explanation for it here.

Anyways, I started with the one for Julie’s wedding and it kind of became an 8k monster with three different POVs?!? As much as I love how I wrote this, I feel too unsure about my writing to share it in full, so you will get carefully selected looks alkfe. (I’m also kind of stuck on some of the more emotional scenes and I may or may not have procrastinated by photoshopping a moodboard for it.)

Excerpt 1 (Julie POV): A look into where I’m going with this whole letters from Rose thing.

The key clicks into place, and with a turn, the latch falls open. She’s not sure what she wants to find in the box, and she’s too scared to think about it really. All she knows is that this was the sign from her mom that she was waiting for all week, and in true Rose fashion, her mom had managed to give it to her, even if at the last second. Her dad turns the box to face Julie, and gestures to her to open up the lid.

Tucked inside is a VHS tape, the words ‘For Julie, on your wedding day’ written in her mom’s cursive on the cover. Some loose glitter and confetti fall back into the box as she reaches in to pick up the tape and turn it over in her hands. There’s a little purple butterfly etched on the back, the same one that’s been drawn on all the other messages that her mom had left her. Her finger automatically finds its way, tracing the shape of the small doodle.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, mija?”

Excerpt 2 (Julie POV): This part has absolutely nothing to do with the main plot of the story, but it self-inserted itself into this fic after @tangledstarlight and I talked about You’re Still the One by Shania Twain being their first dance. This whole scene came to me at 4am one night and might be the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written.

They knew that when they had asked Reggie to be in charge of the first dance performance, that they (and Alex) weren’t allowed to veto any of his ideas. Luke had warned Julie that that would be a mistake, but the giddiness that radiated off of Reggie when she had told him he could have free reign was worth it. She just hadn’t thought that he would actually take it to heart and run with it.

Sure, they had chosen You’re Still the One by Shania Twain as their first dance song, and sure it was more or less a country song, but she didn’t really imagine that she’d be staring at her adoptive brother, Carlos and her Dad wearing cowboy hats and boots at her wedding. They had somehow managed to ditch their Flynn-approved suit jackets and were sporting a taupe-coloured suede-textured vest over their dress shirts. If she looked closely, she could see that they had somehow also found some gaudy looking bolo ties with a matching set of ornamental clasps to wear. When she envisioned her wedding, she really didn’t expect that her first (public) dance as a married couple would be a full-on Western themed occasion. The only exception was Alex, who had settled on his cajon in the back, still in his pink suit, eyes rolling when she met his gaze. But even she knew how there was no real annoyance in the blonde’s reaction or else he wouldn’t also be wearing one of the tacky ties around his neck as well.

“I’m gonna seriously kill him.” She hears Luke grumble under his breath, only low enough for her to hear. But she’s still too busy giggling to actually be mad, and she knows that Luke isn’t really going to kill Reggie. At least she doesn’t think so.

Excerpt 3 (Luke POV): Idk man. My mind went “What about Luke?” and I said “You’re right!! What about him?!?”

He doesn’t realize that he’s just been silently staring at the woman in front of him, until a gentle voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Julie’s peering at him from under her eyelashes, a curious look on her face.

“You just-” he gives a little shake of his head, trying to come up with the right words. He wants to tell her she’s beautiful. Stunning. A wicked beauty. But she’s more than that - she’s almost angelic. “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

“Luke, we’ve been legally married for like, a whole year.” Her lips are quirked up in a grin, amusement in her voice. “You’ve only just realized that now?”

“That’s different.”

“Yeah? Different how?”

This feels a little strange to post and a little like my inner self seeking validation but let’s not talk about that.

Kskssj anyways present me @ future me: finish one of these because writing has been really cathartic for you and you didn’t think it would bring you so much joy!!!

[queenlilith43]

Why Malec Works Together-and SnowBaz Doesn't

Hello, everyone. Yes, I know this is technically my hiatus, but writing essays is a thing I do often so I wrote this thing.

If you've been paying attention to my Goodreads, I recently read Carry On. And I had THOUGHTS on that book. I actually ended up eating it two stars because the world building convinced me to read the second book.

Then I DNFed it at 44 pages.

So in this essay I will compare Simon and Baz's relationship to a better queer relationship-Magnus and Alec. Be prepared for some hot takes.

The first problem I see with Carry On (just in the whole) is when we first get Baz's POV. And the first thing we learn is that he is GAY. Like, hopelessly pining for Simon gay. And it for me it felt . . . Unnecessary.

It was like I'd been smacked with the sudden realization he was gay. And it didn't feel right at all.

Compared to when I found out Alec was gay in City of Bones. I was like, "okay." It worked.

Even though both Alec and Baz are both loners, Alec was at least shown as gay before that. Clary picked up on the way he was looking at Jace at least fifty pages before Izzy confirmed it.

It was the exact same with Simon suddenly being attracted to guys. Baz kisses him, and he's like, "I must be gay! But I'm straight!" Completely skips over bisexuals being a thing, which reeks of biphobia. (I'm also bi, so thanks, Rainbow Rowell, for erasing my identity.)

Compared to Magnus, whose bisexuality is not a surprise and works perfectly with him. Magnus is one of the best bisexuals in books I've read because he does care what people think of him. He acts and then thinks later. Hey, at least Magnus isn't some kind of rip-off Chosen Harry Potter.

Another issue I have is that Simon and Baz HAVE NO CHEMISTRY. Like, yes, Baz had a crush on him. But so did Alec for Jace and those two were never going to end up together even if Jace wasn't his parabatai and also queer. (Although Alone though Simon and Jace were dating; Jace could totally be bi or something.)

Baz just kissed Simon, and all of a sudden, Simon just loves him. Despite the fact Baz has been kind of a dick towards him for the entire time. Not the worst person, but the annoying roommate who REFUSES to pick up their socks. (Not exactly canon but he gives off those vibes.)

Somehow the rest of the book (which is less than 200 pages because the last 100 were hopeless gay pining and before that 200 pages of STRAIGHT) manages to drill this horrible no-chemistry relationship into you. It shows how bad their chemistry is.

Basically Simon is left alone to solve his problems, which he technically caused. So the other antagonist dies and Simon gets a devil tail and some wings. He looks like a rip-off blue Lucifer. I'm not even joking.

I don't even think Baz helped whatsoever. He just vibes with Simon's other friends, who didn't even help either.

Whereas we have Magnus and Alec where Magnus had to show up and help the Shadowhunters simply because he was dating Alec. Magnus, for no other reason than Alec, helped. And he actually did things, like doing some magic with Valentine's ship, fighting against Valentine's demons in City of Glass, and even going as far to SUMMON AZAZEL. That's pretty serious.

Even if Alec isn't technically the Chosen One, he's still chosen in the sense of being chosen to fight demons. The Shadowhunters are the warriors, who have to right against the demons. They were literally CHOSEN BY THE ANGEL RAZIEL. That's close enough for me.

Also, when Alec and Magnus fought together (Alliance rune in both CoG and TLBOW, the Battle of the Burren in CoLS, most of TRSM.) their relationship got better. It was amazing to see them grow closer together while defeating their enemies. It's the best.

If Baz doesn't help his boyfriend at all out of pure spite, it just DOES NOT WORK.

And then the last scene with Baz and Simon was kinda thrown together. They were trying not be gay while being gay. And it's not even like they really had that much homophobia. It's hinted at Baz's dad wouldn't approve of him dating a boy, and he would have to marry a girl.

But it's not like how Alec believed he could never be himself because the Shadowhunters frowned on if. In GOTSM, we did see how Alec felt oppressed by his dad when he was younger. And in the TV show he almost married Lydia before Magnus crashed his wedding, so there was some obvious homophobia.

Also, the homophobia for the Shadowhunters was more likely because of the bag of dicks known as the Cohort. It was obvious. Carry On had one person who disapproved and technically Baz could move out so it didn't matter.

And then we have the mess that is Wayward Son. I have read 44 pages of it, then gave up. Why? Because there is no plot to speak of.

Wayward Son and the Red Scrolls of Magic have similar premises: The world has been saved, now the relationship must be developed.

But Wayward Son doesn't have a demon-worshipping cult (which could happen because of Blue Lucifer over there). It instead has Simon adjusting to being normal.

But unlike the mundane Magnus from Season 3B of the TV show, nothing happened. It was just a stupid vacation that had no development over forty pages. I would forgive it if it was longer, but it's 356 pages, about the length of The Red Scrolls of Magic.

TRSM had plot when you started. We had Magnus and Alec in Paris, introducing their relationship at this time, and there was a little conflict involving demons. This was in the first twenty pages.

In the next twenty pages, another plot in the book was established: Magnus and Alec trying to take the next step. Which leads a huge part of the book, and a hilarious subplot.

After Magnus and Alec are interrupted by Tessa (who was calmly sitting on a chair), the main plot is introduced. Also known as Magnus's demon-worshipping cult, the Crimson Hand. There was plot here, all the way from the inciting incident of the Iblis demons to Tessa telling Magnus his cult is causing problems.

Wayward Son has no plot. They just randomly go on this vacation, and no magic plot happens. It's just a vacation on a fantasy backdrop. Which is so boring.

You could argue that the plot is Simon adjusting to being normal, but I throw in the evidence that is Magnus in most of season 3B of Shadowhunters.

First, some background.

Back in season 3A, Magnus gave up his magic to Asmodeus to help Jace. (Mainly because he wanted Alec to feel better but that's a discussion for another time.) They left to Magnus being a mundane for most of season 3B until Alec tried to get Magnus his magic back. (Another plot, but let me focus on the mundane part of this plot which was in episodes 11-13, and 17)

Magnus, who has used magic for his entire life, doesn't feel right. But he still tries to live his normal life. Which ends up with him facing off against another warlock and getting kidnapped. Good job, Magnus. You really fucked up.

You can see the way Magnus tries to adjust to being the person he is now, just a mundane. He's trying to be the same person he was before, just without his magic.

Even with it being a TV show and we can't see what Magnus is thinking, it's clear Magnus is hurting. He turns to alcohol, and is so sad and lonely. Alec offers him unconditional love (he even was going to propose to him!) but it just isn't enough.

In the end, Magnus gets magic back, and loses Alec. However, because Maryse has a brain and knew her son screwed up, managed to have Magnus connect the dots, yeet Asmodeus into Limbo, and ends up proposing to Alec. I was a mess by the end of the whole situation.

I've seen none of this in Wayward Son. Simon may show it in a different way but it's just . . . Not effective. He mopes around and his relationship with Baz doesn't matter.

So that is the exact opposite of Malec, where Alec clung onto Magnus and loved him enough to try and get him to stay. Baz wasn't doing anything. In fact, they were going to break up.

You know what, Wayward Son sounds like if CoLS Malec went on a trip. But I guess the time away from Camille would do Alec good, and they'd come back stronger than a 90's trend. Whereas Simon and Baz are hanging on by a loose thread and ate going to crash and burn soon.

I could continue ranting, but this is the best I can do. I know this might be me bashing on your favorite book, it just makes no sense to me.

[meliaaizawa]

MARRIAGE CELEBRATION

Sho and Mei’s loved ones throw them a little party.

Word count: enough to put a page break

*Meiya’s POV*

I sleepily opened my eyes to the light coming from the window. There was a slight breach in the curtains, letting in just enough light, angled to perfectly hit my face. As my mind and body woke up, I began to notice my surroundings more. I felt the soft, steady breath of Shota breathing on the back of my neck, and I suddenly remembered that I was married… not that I had forgotten… but I just assumed I was dreaming. I was weighed down by his arm over me, but I managed to shift and turn around so that I was now facing him. He stirred a little bit in his sleep and barely opened his eyes to see me looking at him before closing them again and pulling me closer into him, falling back asleep. Though I was wide awake and would’ve normally been out of bed by now, I nestled into his chest, closing my eyes and wanting to stay in his arms forever.

A couple hours passed, and I dozed off a few times, but was reawakened again by a kiss on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see Shota looking sleepily at me. “Morning,” I said softly. “Mmm,” he replied sleepily before releasing me from his hold and stretching. I stretched as well and rolled out of bed. Since the paperwork came back sooner than we had expected, I hadn’t moved all of my things into Sho’s apartment yet, including my clothes, so I stole a shirt and pair of pants from him and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. Shota finally crawled out of bed too and joined me in the kitchen, as the scent of fresh coffee drew him there. I poured him a cup and handed it to him, smiling as he wordlessly took it and began sipping as he sat down at the kitchen table.

I poured myself a cup and sat down across from him, resting my feet on the chair next to me. We sat in a comfortable silence, just looking at each other and enjoying each other’s company. As I eventually reached the bottom of my coffee cup, I was the first to break the silence. “I guess we should tell everyone that we’re officially married,” I said, still not quite believing it as I said it. Shota sipped the last bit of his coffee and nodded. “That would be smart,” he said, simply. I stood up and reached for his cup to wash it, but he kept his grip on it and reached for mine instead. “I’ve got it,” he said, taking both cups and walking over to the sink. As he washed the cups I walked up to him, got on my tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,” I said lovingly before turning to head to the door.

As I sat on the floor and laced up my shoes, Shota gave me a quizzical look as if questioning where I was going. “I have to go back to the old apartment to get dressed… I don’t want to show up to your parent’s house looking like this,” I answered his look. He shrugged and said, “you look fine,” as I got up and looked at him smugly. “I’ll be back soon,” I said, turning towards the door, until I was gently stopped by Sho’s hand on my arm, turning me back towards him as he leaned down to kiss me. “Ok,” he said afterwards, with a cute small smile on his face, making me grin as I opened the door and headed out. I walked to my old apartment, as it wasn’t terribly far, smiling like an idiot the whole way there.

I went into the apartment, closing the door behind me. The lights were off, so apparently my old roommate wasn’t home. I turned on the lights, and the first thing I saw was the approved paperwork for our marriage. I walked up to the table where it was sitting and read. “Shota and Meiya Aizawa.” I would never get over seeing my name with his last name behind it. I went and took a shower, then chose one of my favorite long, flowery dresses to wear. As promised, I was back at our apartment soon, brining our marriage certificate and an already-packed box of clothes with me. When I got back to our apartment, I set the papers on the table, then headed back to our bedroom. I opened up the drawers in the dresser that were designated to be mine and began transferring some of my clothes when the bathroom door opened.

“Can you give me a hand?” I heard Sho ask. I turned to see him standing in the doorway wearing a button up shirt, holding the two ends of his black tie around his neck. I looked at him with raised eyebrows and smile. “You’re dressing up?” I asked in a surprised tone. “Tch, don’t get used to it,” he grumbled, slightly embarrassed, making me smile even wider. I went over to him and tied his tie before looking him over. “Perfect,” I said, smiling up at his uncovered face, as his hair was halfway up. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously at me as he looked me over. He didn’t need to say anything out loud for me to know he was complimenting me. “You ready?” he asked, and I nodded. I slipped our papers carefully into my purse before we headed out of the apartment.

I held onto Sho’s arm as we walked together toward the transit station to go to the Aizawa’s residence. It wasn’t terribly far from our apartment, but since we would have to make several stops today to see everyone, we decided to take public transportation. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest out of nervousness of seeing Sho’s parents. His mother had always been kind to me, but, frankly, his father scared me. He often wore an expressionless face or one with a small scowl to it, which is where Sho gets it from…. But unlike Shota, I have no idea how to read his father’s expressions, so I always feel like they’re negative ones towards me. Sho must’ve noticed my hands fidgeting in my lap, as he put his hand on my knee and patted it reassuringly.

We arrived at the house and walked up to the door, with me at Sho’s side. He knocked on the door, and to our surprise, it was answered by Hizashi. “YOOOO!!!! It’s way past lunchtime, I was starting to think ya were too busy to show up!!!!!” he said with a wink. I smiled at the surprise of seeing him, while Sho’s eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “We invited him and some others to come over and celebrate you two!” Shota’s mother said, appearing at the door as Hizashi stepped to the side. “Some others?” I asked, as Sho’s mom stepped aside too, to reveal all our closest friends and family standing inside.

My mom, Hizashi, Sho’s parents, Tamashi, and also Obo’s parents were all standing inside. “Everyone’s here!!” I said, excitedly grabbing onto Sho’s arm and looking up at him as we walked in. He looked around at everyone wide-eyed, apparently as surprised as I was. “Your mommas have been planning this little shindig, calling me nonstop to see if you were married yet. I got Tamashi to hit me up once the paperwork had been approved and then BOOM, here we are to celebrate you two lovebirds!” Hizashi explained in his usual animated fashion. I smiled a bit nervously and noticed Shota bow before everyone, so I joined him. “Thank you all for coming,” he said before straightening himself. As we did so, Sho’s mom had her arms wrapped around both of us. “Welcome to the family, Mei,” she said kindly.

As she let go, her husband approached us, and I found myself bowing again, nervously. I eased up when I felt his gentle hand on my shoulder, so I straightened back up and looked at him. “I trust no one more than you to look after Shota. Stick with him,” he said, matter-of-factly, letting go of my shoulder. “No matter how difficult he may be,” he added, looking judgmentally at his son, though somehow, I could make out the faintest hint of a smirk. I next locked eyes with my mother, who I went to with open arms, hugging her tightly. “I’m so excited for you both,” she said, as she tightly held me. I was doing fine with my emotions until I heard a slight quiver in her voice. “Thank you, mom,” I said as she let me go and I wiped her eyes before wiping mine.

She then turned to Shota, still standing next to me. “Please take care of our Mei,” she said, looking up at him, with her hand on his forearm. He smiled smally and nodded. “I will,” he said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye and subtly reaching for my hand to hold it. As mom stepped aside, Obo’s parents stepped forward, and I immediately began to feel the tears I had wiped come back. “Oboro would’ve been so happy for you… but we are too,” Momakumo said to me, her eyes glassy. I wrapped my arms around her, crying into her shoulder more than I had planned to. After she let go, I was soon wrapped in the arms of Papakumo, who was always like a dad to me. “So happy for you, kiddo,” he said as he held me, kissing the top of my head

“Oboro always respected you. He loved Mei as if she were his other half, but I know he would rest easy knowing that you are the one who’s really her other half,” Obo’s dad then said to Shota. Sho smiled sadly at her and said, “I appreciate that,” shortly, but genuinely. I could tell he was sad, though he showed no signs of crying. I held onto his arm and squeezed it, letting him know I was with him through it. Hizashi was the next to approach us, with his demeanor more serious than it was upon our arrival. “While we’re on the topic… Obo wanted me to give this to you. We had been compiling it together just in case you guys ever got together,” he said, handing us a wooden box that I immediately recognized to have once belonged to Oboro.

I looked down at the box, and looked up to Shota, who gave me a nod as if to say, “you open it.” I opened the box and saw around 10 or so polaroid photos from our school days. I blushed upon seeing the photo directly on top. We were on the rooftop, probably after lunch. Shota was laying flat on his back, sleeping, and I was sitting a bit away looking at him with my sketchbook and pencil in hand. “Mei drawing her favorite subject” was what the caption in Obo’s handwriting said at the bottom of the photo. The next photo we pulled out was one where Sho and I got tangled together in his capture weapon during a class exercise. We were tied so tightly together that Ushiwaka-sensei had to cut the bonds to separate us. “Tying the knot already lol” the caption said.

Nearly all of the photos were candid, and I don’t remember any of them being taken… Me falling asleep on Shota’s shoulder on a bus ride, Shota and I studying together by ourselves at the library, me sharing my bento lunch with Sho… all with some kind of cheesy caption from Obo. “Poor boy doesn’t know he’s in love.” “The lovebirds on a study date.” “Meizawa.” was what a few of them read. “Meizawa?” I asked after getting to the photo with that caption, which was of me and Sho from behind, walking home from school together. “Oh, yeah, that’s the ship name we had for you two… quite a few of our classmates were in on it too,” Hizashi said, looking toward Tamashi, who was in our class. She nodded and said, “yeah, a lot of us thought you worked well together, and look at you now!” I looked up at Shota to see his reaction, and I could see a small hint of a smile. “Thank you for passing this along to us,” Shota said sincerely, looking up from the box. I jumped into Hizashi’s arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Thanks, Zashi… this is perfect,” I said as he hugged me back.

After he let go, I hugged Tamashi, thanking her for all her support through the years. “I’m going to miss you, roomie,” she said as I hugged her. “But you belong with Shota,” she added, using his first name for the first time as she smiled at him. “Ok, now that everyone has greeted our newlyweds, the festivities can begin!” Sho’s mom spoke up. “I heard that ramen was one of Mei and Shota’s favorite things to eat together, so we have a ramen bar set up in the kitchen,” she added. “And when everyone’s ramen has settled and their inner rockstar can’t stay inside any longer, I brought my karaoke machine from the radio station to hook up,” Hizashi said to my delight. I heard Shota sigh. “Oh no…” he said, in his tired tone. “Oh YES…” I said, smirking up at him as I hugged him from the side, just so happy that he was my husband and that there was no escaping now.

[thewritingstar]

best friends greens mutual pining roommates in college told in Butches POV?? it’s a lot of stuff in one post but i think you’re the only author i know who could pull it off (besides SBJ)

Pairing: Butch x Buttercup (Greens)

I-I don’t even know what to say. I really feel like i shouldn’t be compared to such a queen. But thank you. I hope this does your prompt justice and i love nothing more than a flustered Butch. Imma say this is rated like T to M just for the mention of certain topics. I hope you enjoy this and thank you for the ask!

Ask/Requests always open

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College was suppose to be fun. It was suppose to be full of random parties, random booze, random drugs and most importantly, random girls that he didn’t need to know the names of. 

What is wasn’t suppose to be was ice cold showers and massive headaches as he tried to drown the feelings that were arising. Random thoughts that he should be having about random girls should not belong to his roommate. No he really shouldn’t be thinking about how soft her skin would feel against his as she disappeared into her bedroom with a random guy. 

He thought it would be easy and chill to live with Buttercup and at the beginning it was. They were best friends of course and they got along like two peas in a pod. Scary movies, frozen meals and cheap beer was how the spent their nights together. 

Jerking off to the thought of her was how he spent his nights alone, and he hated it. 

You weren’t suppose to fall in love with your best friend. Every one who says they married their best friend is a liar in his book, at least thats what he told himself every night. All he wanted to do was forget about these feelings because he didn’t want to ruin what they had. 

Of course it was easier said then done when she decided a long band t shirt and booty shorts was her usual studying attire and sometimes they would lounge in their underwear because what else to bffs do?. She would sit next to him until their shoulders touched and more than once, it felt like they were a domestic married couple living in a one bedroom apartment than two homies making it through college. 

They would sometimes cook together and have study sessions. That was all normal stuff. What wasn’t normal was whispering her name praying that the random girl underneath him didn’t notice. 

They had been best friends since middle school and he valued their relationship more than anything but those feelings had shifted in high school and he never got to chance, or had the balls, to tell her. 

Every time he thought he was ready, she would end up tell him about a boy on the football team or baseball and he would sit there and nod. He would be there to support her time after time. Break up after break up, he was there for her tears even when his heart was ripping to shreds every single time.

But he couldn’t lose the only person who understood him on his level. He liked to punch and fight and get messy and she was right there along side him. Who else could keep up with him? Her but if it meant looking at as only a friend, then he could do so, even if it killed him on the inside.  

He thought that living together would erase the emotions but they only made them stronger. His fist would clench together until his nails would dig into his palms and threaten to break the skin. His jaw tighten and the door would slam as he left every time she had someone over. 

Butch couldn't be mad, he also occupied his time with random girls who were pretty and air heads at best, mostly sorority because flings were like crack to them. But even in the heat of those moments, he wished it was her. Sure the girls were hot but something about Buttercup made his heart clench. 

Her presence was that of a firework. Explosive and bright and if you were lucky, got to see it light up constantly and he was taken back every time. She was her own type of beauty, no one could compare. Even with blood dripping down her knuckles as she snarled at the monster before her, she was everything he had ever wanted. A bad ass girl who wasn’t afraid of anything, except for clowns, she hated clowns. 

She could be intimidating and he would laugh at the guys who would try to get with her for more than a fling and fail miserably. Even if he wasn’t the one to be in her bed, he was still miles ahead of every one. She knew that too.

And right now, he was losing it. 

A simple night. The scary movie was playing, one that they had seen a hundred times before and a box of pizza that only had a few slices left. She was on one side of the couch with one foot on his leg and the other dangling off the side while his leg was propped up and the other resting while hers was on it. His elbow was on the arm rest and from the corner of his eyes he could see her blankly staring at the screen. 

She wasn’t even dressed up. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and just an over sized shirt and yet he thought she looked gorgeous. 

he couldn’t explain how he felt. She was a magnet or a bright flame and he was a moth ready to be burned by the light. 

He sat there watching the screen. His heartbeat thumping in his chest heavily and he hate, absolute hated that she had super hearing too. 

“You that scared pussy?” She said without even looking at him and he swallowed hard before grabbing his water. 

He only had about a month left before winter break and then he could room with someone else, it would be better for both of them. He loved rooming with her but these feelings would only drive him crazy and it wan’t fair for her to live with him having these thoughts. Fuck she looked hot. 

“Yeah.” He lied and coughed dryly. 

She paused the tv and finally looked at him. “You okay?” 

She always saw through his bullshit and it was one of the many things he admired about her, expect for this moment. 

He rolled his eyes playfully trying to mask the redness in his face. “Just worried about an upcoming test, basic college shit ya know.” 

He only heard her hum before her foot moved from the spot on his leg and he was thankful for a second. 

“You’ve seemed on edge lately.” Her voice was soft and he turned to face her not knowing that she had moved and his nose almost hit hers. “And I don’t think its about a test.” No shit sherlock. Maybe its because the hottest girl in the world was hovering just inches from him and he wanted to do nothing more than kiss her, but he couldn’t

Hie eyes widened at the close proximity and he thought he was gonna die. She batted her eyelashes at him and he narrowed his eyes at her.

“Just about school.” Another lie and he could smell the crisp apple perfume she was wearing. Why was she so close? 

She sat on her heels and looked at him. He was trying not to lose it. 

“Can I ask you something?” She said and he nodded. 

“Yeah.” 

And now she looked nervous. She paused and opened her mouth before closing it again. He knew that look. It was the determining what to do next look and she only did that with him. And funny enough it was always after a break up. 

In high school they would sit in a parking lot or on the school roof tops. She would finishing cussing out the guy and even wiping her tears and then give him this look. 

“Why are guys such ass hole?” She would say and he would only shrug before slinking his arm over her shoulder and hugging him close. 

“Relax BC, you’ll find someone.” Like me he would want to say every time but he never did. 

Her eyes would be wide and even after crying you could see the individual flecks of neon green mixed with various shades and if the light hit them just right, he swore he could see gold. 

Her eyes matched those right now as she thought about her next words. The light coming through the blind bounced off them and even if he was a few inches away, those gold flecks were there. 

“Never mind.” She whispered, she did that on the roof tops too. He could see it now. 

How was he blind before? The looks and the pink to her cheeks. The way she walked and talked around him was much more delicate than those random guys. He placed his hand on her leg, rubbing circles with his thumb. 

Neither of them had been with a fling for about a month now. He was getting bored of everyone else and maybe she was too. The feeling of doubt that he had every time this would happen was in him now.

But she was a blazing bonfire and he was a moth that was so close to light, he didn’t care if he got burned to a crisp. 

“Come Buttercup, tell me.” He pleaded and he hope and prayed, even begged to the gods that the look she was wearing was the sign he was looking for. 

She looked at his hand and relaxed before those tears formed on her waterline. Everyone said Bubbles was the cry baby but she wasn’t afraid to let the tears fall. She shook her head and cracked a smile. Their noses now touched and her lip quivered as her hand touched his face. 

She looked terrified and he was too as she inched closer and closer, their lips practically brushing together. “I don’t want you to regret it.”

“I couldn’t, not after all this time. I’ve been yours since the start.” He whispered and her lips fell to his. 

He felt the firework go off. It was blinding and brighter than ever. He now understood when people said that you’ll see the stars when you kiss the one for you. And right now he was seeing the fucking universe. 

He wasted no time falling into the kiss. All those random thoughts and girls had evaporated in a flash as he tugged her into his lap and kissed her senselessly. He hated whenever she talked about other guys but the wait was worth it as she was finally kissing him. 

Her lips were soft and plush just like he dreamed they would be. 

Their mouths moved as if two puzzle pieces finally formed together after searching for their missing half. His hand went to rest on her ass and she pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. He let out a growl as she playfully bit his lip and pulled away, gasping for air. 

“T-those fucking shorts, you f-fucking tease.” He breathed out. 

“T-took you long enough you dumb ass.” She wasn’t wearing all this tight clothing just for the sake of it, no he was convinced that she was the evil one now.

“How was I suppose to know?” 

“Just shut up and kiss me.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice as he picked her up and carried her off to his room. Something he thought would only happen in those cold shower dreams of his. 

College is fun. Its full of random young adults getting drunk at parties and taking shots of whatever they could find, loud ass music and most importantly, finding out that the person you’ve had the hots for since the 8th grade also liked you back. He was just thankfully that none of his showers had to be ice cold any more. 

He now learned that you could in fact marry your best friend and kicked himself for ever thinking he couldn’t. 

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I hope this was okay!!! :) 

[rapperkookz]

broadcasted | jhs | fluff, slight angst

summary: after a fight with your boyfriend, you suck up your pride and try to apologize to him, if only he would stop giving you the silent treatment.

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 2.6k ________________________________________________

Your POV

It took a lot to get your boyfriend angry. Understandably so, he was the embodiment of sunshine, an angel sent from heaven above. You know when he called your name, all looks of love and kindness in his eyes gone, did you fuck up badly.

In your defense, it wasn’t your fault. You both went to a university where money meant status, so when a friend of yours had the audacity to look down upon Hoseok because of his lack of wealth in comparison to the two of you, long story short: you went batshit ruthless. 

You could recall the situation vividly, the memory only two days ago and still a fresh wound causing a strain in your relationship with Hoseok.

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“Why do you keep checking your phone? Hoseok hasn’t texted you back yet?”

You nodded, a pout playing on your lips as you rested your head on your palm, “He has a big exam for his philosophy class that he was worrying about, I wonder how it went.”

“I guess he has to study hard huh? Sucks to actually have to work just so he can survive after university.” Your friend quipped backhandedly. You furrowed your eyebrows, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying y/n. We have trust funds and inheritance from our families, even if we fail all our classes, we’re already set for life. Hoseok has to actually study and work hard to keep his scholarship here and somehow get a good paying job after we graduate. I don’t know why you’re dating him of all people in his friend group.” 

“Why are you saying him like he’s less than us? I never thought I deserved better than Hoseok, Yoo Jeongyeon. Take it back right now.” You said offended. Jeongyeon only shrugged, “I mean, he is less than us y/n. He won’t amount to anything close to what we will end up doing in the future.”

“Hoseok may not come from our background, but at least his family isn’t full of cheaters and filthy tax evaders, you ignorant bitch.” You practically snarled at your so-called friend, “And who are you to talk to me about my relationship and who I date? You can’t even keep a boyfriend for more than a month, why huh? Cheating runs in your blood?”

At this point, the crowd of students around your table were giving the two of you looks, whispering no doubt about your argument. Family matters were a sensitive topic for everyone, especially those of you with a high-ranking lineage. Anything said can be used as an attack and can ruin reputation with a snap of a finger. Jeongyeon looked around embarrassed, unsure of what to say in response to your words. She scoffed after a few seconds, “You’re right. My family is full of cheaters, but in the end you probably will do the same once you realize that Hoseok isn’t good enough for you. Let’s be real, he’s only using you for your money-”

You couldn’t help yourself at this point, immediately reaching forward and taking a fistful of her hair, the girl yelping in surprise. You were beyond angry at this point, your blood boiling. You tugged harshly, “Take it back, you have no fucking right to-”

“y/n stop!” Your boyfriend said shocked as he and one of his friends, Namjoon, came into view, quickly separating the two of you. “Jeongyeon, are you okay?”

“Don’t fucking talk to her Hoseok, she’s a two-headed snake, that bitch-”

“I’ll fucking sue you, y/n!”

“Do it! Talk to my fucking lawyer. Can’t promise you’ll get what you want since your family’s dealing with your father’s sexual assault lawsuit, right?” You said with a mean smirk, unphased as Jeongyeon’s eyes started to water. Hoseok gripped your hand, “that’s enough, y/n.”

You were still fuming as Hoseok pulled you away from the scene, telling Namjoon that he would catch up with him later, as Hoseok led you to his car so that you two could talk without ears listening in. “Seok, why did you stop me? Jeongyeon was talking shit and badmouthing you right to my face-”

“That doesn’t give you the permission to pull her hair out, y/n.” He said staring at the dashboard, trying to collect his thoughts. You couldn’t believe his lack of anger, why wasn’t he as mad as you?

“She fucking said you didn’t deserve me and that you wouldn’t amount to anything close to us after graduation, the fucking audacity-”

“She’s right,” He said cutting you off, much to your surprise, “I don’t deserve you and I probably won’t succeed as much as you would, the fact that you’re angry about it means you’re embarrassed. How did you manage to date me for this long if you were ashamed of our different wealth classes?”

“What?” You said in disbelief, “Jung Hoseok do you even know what you’re saying right now? I’m not ashamed or embarrassed of you! Our different backgrounds don’t mean anything to me at all—what, why are you angry at me? It was Jeongyeon who fucking started it!”

“You didn’t have to roast the living shit out of her because she insulted me. I thought you would have been the bigger person and that you don’t bring family matters into arguments. I’m just disappointed that I had to see you act like that.” He said pinching the bridge of his nose. You called his name, shocked at the emotionless gaze he gave you, one you’ve never seen before. You scoffed, opening the passenger door, “I can’t believe you’re mad at me right now. I’ll see you later, I’ll ask my chauffeur to drive me home.”

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And that’s how you ended up here. It’s been two days since you’ve seen each other besides passing the grounds at university, both of you quickly averting eyes after a glance at the latter. You didn’t regret what you did or said to Jeongyeon, considering you were only defending your boyfriend and your relationship. Still, you couldn’t help but at least feel guilty towards Hoseok, and towards his disappointment in you. He wasn’t a fighter, peace and fairness was in his nature, so to see you get physical like that, you suppose he had every right to feel the way he did.

You tried calling and apologizing to him hours after the altercation, but were met with missed calls and messages left on read. Not going to lie, you were hurt, but he did nothing wrong, it was all on you to self reflect and bridge your relationship.

“Have you tried buying him dinner? What about that steakhouse we love?” Jimin asked as you sat with him and Yoongi in the eldest’s studio. You scoffed and threw your Apple pencil at the boy. “I’m not going to buy his forgiveness with money, Park. He’s not materialistic like you.”

“Maybe not, but he has rich taste like the rest of us. I know your boyfriend like the back of my hand y/n, I am his roommate after all.” Jimin said. You rolled your eyes, Jimin was how you and Hoseok met in the first place. You and the boy met as children, your parents being business partners—and by now, in-laws since your elder brother and his sister were married last year in order to merge companies and raise stock prices.

“Don’t listen to him, y/n.” Yoongi chuckled lightly hitting the back of Jimin’s head. “Hoseok’s just been thinking, he’s not actually mad at you. It’s just a bit hard for him to comprehend since he’s never been in a situation like this before.”

“I told him, Yoongi. I don’t care about his status or how wealthy his family is, I just care about...him.” You sulked, feeling frustrated with yourself. Yoongi gave you a sympathetic smile, “Don’t take this the wrong way y/n, we all know you don’t think of Hoseok any different like the rest of us. But he gets insecure and inferior, you don’t get any shit because you’re the one with a higher economic status. Hoseok gets the short end of the stick in situations like this. Now c’mon, we’re airing in three minutes.”

Yoongi was the dj for the most popular podcast on campus. Students from all majors listened in because of his impeccable music taste, blunt personality, and charming voice. You and the other boys in their friend group guest-starred often, Yoongi only letting his close friends join in on his fun every Thursday afternoon.

“So he’s mentioned me at least?” You whined at the two, the boys chuckling and conspiring amongst themselves much to your oblivion. You were starting to go crazy, missing Hoseok so much and craving to at least hear his voice.

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“Huh? Yoongi hyung’s airing already? Isn’t it a bit early?” Jungkook said turning up the volume of the speaker as he, Namjoon, Seokjin, Taehyung, and Hoseok lounged around Seokjin’s living room.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Taehyung nodded in curiousity, “Aren’t Jimin-ie and y/n guests today?”

Hoseok nodded, of course he missed you like crazy too, but it was endearing to him whenever he read your texts of apology and listening to the guys tell their encounters with you over the past two days, making cute excuses to try and get him to notice you. “Just talk to y/n already, dumbass.” Seokjin remarked from the side. “You’re not doing either of you any good by ignoring ‘em, y/n apologized already too.”

“I know, I just think y/n’s cute when they’re pouty.” Hoseok grinned fondly.

“Hm? Wait everyone shut up-”

“Jimin please, tell Seok-ie that I’m sorry and that I’m self reflecting! I feel like I’m suffocating and Hoseok’s my air, I can’t breathe without him! Why are you two laughing—oh my God the light is on, are we live right now?! Min Yoongi I’m going to fucking kill you-”

“Alright everybody welcome to your weekly dose of D2, I’m DJ Suga as you all know, and we have two special guests today, my dear friends Jimin and y/n-ow! Stop hitting me!”

“Oooh,” Jungkook snickered as the four boys started teasing Hoseok, an embarrassed blush on your boyfriend’s cheeks at your accidental live confession.

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“And that’s it for today’s podcast, my favorite fuckers. We’re closing off today with Missing You by BtoB because y/n misses Hoseok. Make up already please, I think I embarrassed y/n enough for a lifetime-”

“I will never forget you did this to me,”

“See you next time on D2 everyone! Have a good night, don’t max out your bank accounts, and remember, I’m single.” Jimin said flirtatiously as Yoongi cut off the mics and started playing the song. God you feel like you aged ten years after this thirty minute podcast, you had no doubt that Hoseok heard your confession, you were pretty sure everyone heard your confession. There wasn’t a single student you knew of that didn’t listen in to Yoongi’s podcast every week.

“I did you a favor y/n, c’mon. There’s no way Hoseok would keep ignoring you after that.” Yoongi said lightheartedly. You grimaced at him, running your hands through your hair in stress. Swiftly, Jimin grabbed your phone and bag, “You’re coming with us to Seokjin hyung’s, in-law. No backing out because I have your stuff, time to face your boyfriend.”

You tried retaliating but were urged to follow them to Yoongi’s car anyway, your desire to see your boyfriend trumping your humiliation. The ride from Yoongi’s studio to Seokjin’s hotel flew by, your mind coming up with all kinds of scenarios and preparing for the worst as you walked towards Seokjin’s hotel room.

“Ah here’s our favorite DJ,” Seokjin said excitedly as the three of you entered. “Gotta say, this week’s podcast was one of your best ones Yoongi.”

You shot the eldest a look, glancing at the rest of the bodies that were dispersed in the living room. Immediately you met eyes with your boyfriend, body freezing as you stuttered and excused yourself to the bathroom.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” Jimin snickered as he patted Hoseok on the back, the boy grinning as he walked in the direction you went off. Seokjin crossed his arms, “Just don’t fuck in my bathroom, please—actually, if you do, just let me fucking know so I can get the cleaners to disinfect that place.”

“If I hear one thud from the bathroom, I’m blasting some cursed Wii music, I hope you know that hyung!” Jungkook yelled.

You splashed your face, hoping the cold water would bring down your body temperature and rid your flushed cheeks. You flinched as a knock sounded on the door, “y/n, can I come in?”

“I-uh yeah, it’s unlocked.” You said shyly as Hoseok entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You refused to meet his gaze, eyes downcast on the marble flooring as he put his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the door. You didn’t need to look at him to know he looked incredibly attractive right now. “I’m your air, huh baby?”

You cringed, bringing your hands up to cover your face. Hoseok let out a laugh, his voice sweet and melodic to your ears, your stomach doing somersaults at his mere presence. The boy gently took your hands, revealing your face to him, “I’m sorry for ignoring you baby,”

“Why are you saying sorry?” You muttered finally gathering the courage to look him in the eyes, “I was the one that disappointed you Seok,”

“I know you did all that to defend us, y/n. I don’t blame you for lashing out at Jeongyeon,” He said softly as he cupped one of your cheeks, instantly nuzzling into his warm palm. “Thank you baby,”

You pouted and wrapped your arms around his waist as he pulled you in for a hug. You felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders as he buried his face in your hair. God how you missed his scent. “I know I said it all in my texts Seok-ie, but I hope you do know that I’m so happy to be yours. I mean it when I say that I don’t give a fuck about your status and that I’m not at all ashamed to be dating you.”

“I know, y/n.” He said pressing a kiss to your crown, “I can’t help but get insecure sometimes because you really are too good for me-”

“shut up,” You denied tilting your head up to peck his lips. “I am not, if anything it’s the other way around. I can’t believe you really didn’t text me for two days, I was going crazy over here.”

“I was too,” He retorted rubbing your sides, “I was going to text you yesterday, but you were just so cute being all pouty, I wanted to drag it out a little longer.”

“Evil,” You scoffed lightly punching his chest. He only laughed and squeezed you tighter, “I love you y/n.”

“I love you too,” You mumbled relaxing in his embrace. “We should probably go back out there or else the guys will probably think we’re fucking in Seokjin’s bathroom.”

“I mean, Seokjin hyung gave us the okay, baby.” He smirked winking at you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t help the slight churn of heat that shot through your body, “I am not having sex in Seokjin’s hotel bathroom.”

“You’re no fun,” Hoseok said, this time his turn to pout. You lightly slapped his mouth, “Why do it here when we have a perfectly empty king-sized bed at my apartment?” 

He chuckled, snaking a hand down to squeeze your ass as you both exited the bathroom and rejoined the guys in the living room. The six looked at your interlocked hands and gave you claps of approval. “Can’t believe it took Yoongi hyung publicly outting y/n for you both to make up,”

“Yeah, can you breathe now, y/n?” Taehyung smirked at you as he agreed with Namjoon. You raised your fist to threaten Taehyung, cursing at him. The boys only laughed, Hoseok bringing your hands up to kiss the backside of your palm.

“You are so welcome, you fuckers.” ______________________________________________

a/n I got this idea after rewatching heirs and just mmmm i love hoseok goodnight.

7-11-20