#so we went a little bit off prompt but im mostly pretty pleased with how this turned out

[alannah-corvaine]

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight

"Jacke, we've been over this—"

"An' we'll go over it again!"

Brina heaves a sigh of annoyance, her expression pinched with frustration. This is the same argument they've been having their whole lives and it's so tired. She'd really been hoping that her years away from home would have somehow mellowed Jacke's overprotectiveness, but it seems not.

"You think I can't take care of myself."

Jacke rolls his eyes and huffs. "That's not what I said n'you know it."

"But that's what you implied."

She inspects her nails coolly, watching out of the corner of her eye as the rogue's face turns ruddy and he attempts to walk back what he thinks he didn't say. Brina loves Jacke, she really does, and has since she was eight years old. But sometimes he can be thicker than a brick and doesn't think when he speaks.

And today it's pissing her off.

"I never—"

"Come here."

Green eyes blink at her, confused.

There is no warning or attempt to explain herself as she rapidly steps into his personal space, upending his entire body with a quick sweep of her leg. In the blink of an eye, Jacke is flat on his back on the floor, still too caught up in surprise to mount a defense. In the next breath, she pins him down with her body and presses the edge of a dagger to his throat.

A single raised eyebrow tells her that her point has been made, but Jacke's never been the sort to let things go easily.

So it's not unexpected when he deftly rolls them over, reversing their positions. Hands pinned, Brina twists beneath him and kicks his shin hard, enough for him to hiss in pain and momentarily loosen his grip on her. She follows it up with a knee to his abdomen, close enough to his kidney to hurt, but not do any real damage.

"Swivin' hells, Brina—"

She doesn't relent.

They continue to grapple for the next several minutes, neither able to hold a definitive advantage for long. Jacke might be stronger, but Brina is more flexible, especially after years spent training as a dancer, and she manages to evade his attempts to pin her to the floor again.

Their mingled heavy breathing is loud in the empty afternoon silence as they finally still. The sun filters in through the open window, dust motes dancing in the light that bathes them in its warmth.

Brina sits straddling Jacke's lap, dagger pointed lazily at his chin. "Had enough?"

He attempts to sit up and grimaces. "Ye gonna keep paintin' me with bruises if I say no?"

"Maybe," she says lightly.

Brina has no real intention of hurting him, she just wants him to acknowledge that she's capable of it. She knows that he knows she is. That's why this whole stupid fight is ridiculous and a waste of breath. But Jacke is obstinate in the same way that a brick wall is immovable. And sometimes you have to wail on it a bit before it sees reason and crumbles down.

"Fine," he grumbles, going limp and letting his head fall back to the floor.

His chest rises and falls with his rhythmic breathing, and Brina finds herself mesmerized. A sudden awareness of where she is strikes her as she sits astride him, and warmth suffuses her whole body.

It's not like she's never seen that v-shaped sliver of his skin before, given his persistant lack of interest in buttoning his shirt, but now it's fascinating to her in a way that she's never allowed herself to think about.

Keeping her face neutral, she flicks the tip of her knife under one of the few buttons holding his shirt together, severing the thread tying it to the fabric.

Jacke frowns up at her. "What'n was that for? Haven't ye ruined my duds enough?"

Brina merely hums in response, only half listening. She has an impish desire to do it again, so she does. A second button goes flying and Jacke squawks in indignation.

He grips her thighs as a reflex and tries to pull himself up into a sitting position, but something in her expression stops him dead.

The world seems to slow down, the air between them becoming heavy. She doesn't know what he sees in her face, doesn't even know how she's feeling, really. Only that something has shifted, each movement between them now somehow significant.

Suddenly her mouth feels as dry as the Sagolii desert, and the act of her tongue darting out to wet her lips feels charged with unintended implication. And for once, Jacke doesn't seem to miss it.

"Bri-?"

He says her name slow and unsure, like he can feel the thick and nameless energy between them, like he doesn't know what to make of it. His fingers flex against her thighs, exerting the tiniest pressure, and blood roars in her ears.

She doesn't hear her own gasp, has no memory of jerking her hips in response to his featherlight touch; every cell in her body is immediately fixated on that sensation, raucously calling for more.

Desire like wildfire races through her veins, striking her like lightning, stealing her breath and leaving her trembling. Jacke is rigid beneath her, his grip like iron, bright eyes flickering from her face to her hips. There is something like fear in his gaze, and Brina struggles to make sense of it.

Through an unfamiliar haze of lust, she realizes that she's seated directly on top of his manhood, twitching and hardening between her thighs. A flood of thoughts she's previously forbidden herself to have come crashing into her consciousness, though she cannot for the life of her at this moment recall why she should have pushed them away.

It's so hard to think when she is made of want.

And then Jacke is gently pushing her off of him, his face a mask of guilt and regret. "Sorry, Bri, I shouldn' have—"

The loss of him beneath her hits Brina like a punch to the gut. She fixes Jacke with a piercing stare as he moves away, a thousand thoughts and feelings warring inside her head.

"Sorry for what?"

Her tone is short and clipped, she can't help it. She'd just discovered something wonderful and now he's taking it away and for what? For some emotion she can't read in his eyes? For a fight that doesn't even matter? She pulls herself to her feet, legs wobbly and unsteady, a fire burning fierce in her gaze.

Jacke scratches the back of his head and looks anywhere but at her, which only serves to heighten her aggravation. "Should'na underestimated ya, should'na started this banter again..."

"That's a load of horseshite, Jacke."

Her voice is louder than it's been in years. She hasn't yelled at him since they were kids, and Brina almost feels bad about it, but he's being evasive and it rankles more than it usually does. She doesn't even know why, except that this feels like a moment that they've been dancing around for a long time, and she's tired of running from it.

So she gets up in his face, refuses to let him avoid her. Her mother would be absolutely appalled at her unladylike confrontational behavior, but then she'd also have a fainting fit over her sitting on the lap of her best friend like a strumpet, so she lets the opinions of a dead woman lie.

"Shouldn't have what, Jacke? What exactly is it that you think you should be sorry for."

Her eyes narrow as his lips press into a thin line, holding their silence. He still won't look at her, so Brina takes his face between her hands and compels him. "Jacke, talk to me."

They stay like that, silent for what feels like a long time. Jacke shifts uncomfortably, but doesn't look away. He seems to be considering any number of things as he looks at her, his expression somber and almost sad. When he finally does speak, his voice is small and quiet.

"...m'sorry for takin' advantage of ye."

Brina blinks, not expecting that answer at all. She takes a minute to compose her thoughts.

"I thought," she says slowly, "that after we talked about everything that happened, that you understood. I love you. More than anything, more than everything. I promise you, you could never take advantage of me, because it's given freely."

His brow furrows as his eyes search hers. "I don't want to lose ye 'cause I were an addle pate."

There's an unspoken pain in his voice, a piece of debris from the years she was gone, and oh how it breaks her heart to hear it. Gently, she pulls his head down to rest his forehead against her own.

"You already did," she whispers, "but I came back, and I always will, because you're my home."

She kisses him then and thinks of Eulmore, of the loneliest months of her life spent staring out at an empty sea. She recalls the long years of silence, her words buried beneath the earth with her family. Her life is a mosaic of regrets.

Never never never again will she waste the time given to her.

Jacke doesn't push her away this time when she tugs at his shirt, the remaining buttons giving way to her grasping fingers with nary a fight. Brina doesn't stop to look at the skin she's unveiled; she could map out his scars in the dark.

He seems to sense her inspired urgency, mouth slanting hot against hers as he pulls her close. His fingers are a brand against her hip, sliding beneath the linen fabric of her shirt. A hum of approval escapes her.

She should be nervous, she supposes, as the clothes disappear from her body. Jacke's lips are at her neck and moving south as one hand tugs her blonde hair loose from its long ponytail, the other pressed against the small of her back.

But there's no room in her head for doubt, only wonder.

It's always been Jacke, she knows. Ever since the day they met at her father's warehouse, sharing secrets before names, and every day since. And there will only ever be Jacke until she draws her last breath.

She doesn't have to wonder if he loves her back or finds her beautiful; she feels it in his every touch.

And when her hands find the drawstring of his pants and slip inside to grasp him, she hears it in the groan that escapes his lips and the curses that he murmers low in her ear as she squeezes and strokes him slowly.

He softly pants her name like a prayer as she sinks to her knees, pressing kisses to his shuddering thighs. Her mouth on him is an apology, a love letter to all the time that they've lost.

He doesn't let her finish him, however, not when he still has his own amends to make.

His fingers find her hot wet heat, followed shortly by his tongue, and she sees stars as he performs his penance. His name is a litany from her lips, falling like rain over a parched desert.

She cums so hard she cries, unaware of her tears until he's wiping them away and whispering sweet nothings that are everything. The adoration in his voice is enough to heal every wound she's ever had.

Pulling him close, til they are skin to skin with nothing between them, Brina kisses him softly. In her thoughts she offers thanks to every divine that had a hand in bringing her back to him. A content sigh leaves her as she twines her legs around his hips.

Jacke's breath hitches. For just a moment, he hesitates. "...yer sure?"

"You're the only thing I've ever been sure of," she tells him, a smile hiding at the corners of her mouth.

It's all the reassurance he needs, pushing into her with a reverence that feels religious. The momentary discomfort is nothing to her; the movement of his hips sends her spiraling, lost in sensations she's never dreamed existed.

She had thought, all her life, that they were close. That the ties of their friendship had anchored to the deepest parts of her soul and it was enough. She didn't know—how could she?—that it could be like this. He is everywhere—above her, inside her, sharing her heartbeats.

Her given name escapes his lips in an exhale as he sinks into her once more, and she threads her fingers through his hair and considers that this is the first time in her life that she hasn't minded how it sounds.

"Call me that again," she sighs, back arching and hips rising to meet the angle of his thrusts.

"Rebecca," he groans, too far gone to tease her.

The sound of her name sets her off like a powderkeg; she shudders and whines beneath him, gasping for air, trying to hold on to the powerful ripples of pleasure that reverberate through her body in shockwaves. All too soon, they slip through her fingers, leaving her feeling boneless and sated.

Above her, Jacke rides out his own release, and the primal noises he makes as he buries his face in her neck have her ready to ravish him once more before they've even recovered.

For a long while they lay in a gasping, sweaty heap, too lost in the moment to ruin it with words.

Eventually, Jacke rolls off of her, and Brina discreetly stretches parts of her that had started going numb.

"That was—" she starts.

"Why in hells did we wait so long t'do that for??"

Jacke looks so affronted that she can't help but laugh, which only makes him frown harder. "Think that's funny, do ye?"

"Mhmm," she hums, eyes twinkling with mirth. With a grunt, she pulls herself into a sitting position, intent on fixing her messy hair, when Jacke reaches over and pulls her back on top of him.

"Hey!" she splutters, limbs akimbo as she attempts to right herself.

"I think," he declares as he kisses her shoulder, "that we've got lots o'time to make up fer. And right now's as good a time as any t'start."

Brina closes her eyes and smiles, leaning into his touch. "Is that so?"

"Mhmm," he echoes, pulling her down to him.

"If you," she murmurs between heated kisses, "say so."

After that, there is no more talk, only the silent language that lovers speak, long into the night.

[youngbeezer]

hi!! can I please request something?

going to a lake house, maybe friends to lovers with bowen byram?

thank you! 💗.

A/N: HI IM SO SORRY THIS LITERALLY TOOK 4 EVER!!! i was having such bad writer's block with also zero motivation, but i eventually put a little something together and i hope whoever requested this first off actually sees this bc seriously its been a good month of this sitting in my inbox but also i hope you like it :)

Word Count: 2940

Warning(s): kinda angsty in beginning, curse words, ends fluffy !!!

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These next few days is either going to turn out to be the best week of the summer, or the most awkward week of the summer...

I’m currently stuck in a car surrounded by couples on our way to a lake house in Colorado. Somehow I ended up being lumped into this chaotic group of professional hockey players and their drop-dead gorgeous significant others.

About a year ago at my local salon, I just so happened to be seated right next to a woman named Grace, who I immediately hit it off with. We became fast friends and are now basically inseparable at this point. Her boyfriend just so happens to play hockey for the Colorado Avalanche, Cale Makar. Now I have also grown quite close with Cale as well, since I am always at their shared apartment for Grace. At this point Cale is basically third wheeling us, instead of it being the other way around. Therefore I was also always invited to team parties and get-togethers, which prompted more friendships with most of the guys on the team and their respective partners.

Someone I have surprisingly grown super close with is Bowen Byram. As soon as Cale introduced us two, his blue eyes and raspy voice immediately drew me in. Straight away we bonded over common interests and that night we talked for almost three hours. After that, we were thick as thieves. So thick that recently I have come to the realization that I have caught major feelings for him along the way.

It has only been a few weeks since I have come to this realization and it has already started to affect our relationship. I definitely started to ignore Bowen a little bit when I first figured out my feelings because I was scared he would somehow find out or I would just end up blurting it out at some point. And the last thing I want is for my silly feelings to ruin such a great friendship.

Thus why this week can either turn out to be the best or the worst.

I’ve decided that at some point during this trip I need to confess my feelings for Bowen. He’s also seemed to notice the shift in my attitude towards him. I have become more closed off and not as touchy as we used to be. Bowen and I are both very touchy/feely types of people. So what seemed like just some harmless cuddling and play wrestling with each other, to me did very little to quell down my feelings.

For example, this morning when we were packing up the cars for the trip a group of us are taking to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse, Bowen went to wrap his arms around my middle from the back and I subconsciously flinched away at his touch. I know he definitely noticed my mood shift from the defiant pout that was resting on his face. After that I did what I do best, and ran away to the other car that was driving up and basically begged Nate to switch seats with me.

Which now leads to my current thoughts. The entire car ride up I have been contemplating on ways I could tell him, but each scenario just ended up with him telling me that he doesn’t feel the same, and our friendship essentially being over. Obviously I was just overthinking just a little, but I’ve never been stuck in a situation like this before-- and now we are going to be stuck in a lake house together for an entire week, so I am going to be forced to face this situation whether I want to or not.

“Yo. Earth to y/n?” Tyson draws, trying to gain my attention. I snap out of my thoughts as soon as I hear my name, and bring my gaze to the rearview mirror to meet Tyson’s questioning look. “We’re here.” He announces.

Susanna, Mikko’s girlfriend, adds on, “You alright? You seemed kind of out of it the entire car ride.”

I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and notice that we are indeed here at the lake house we will be staying at for the next week. I clear my dried up throat before croaking out a weak, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t like long car rides.”

Both of them nod, content with my answer and exit the car to join Mikko in unloading all of the luggage from the trunk. I take a few more moments to fully get my head together after dealing with all my jumbled thoughts throughout the entire three hour car ride.

Jumping out of the car, the first thing I see is Bowen letting out a yawn and stretching out. As his arms raise over his head, some of his shirt rises up with it and immediately my eyes are drawn to the small portion of skin and v-line that is in front of me. Bowen then notices my presence and makes eye contact with me, giving me one of his adorable little smiles. I advert my gaze as quickly as I can so my obvious ogling isn’t as obvious and go to finally retrieve my luggage.

Yeah this was gonna be a long week.

…

After everyone got pretty much all settled into their rooms, we all ended up coming back together to sit around the firepit to chat and enjoy some drinks. For this trip that Tyson orchestrated there are in total ten people staying in the house. Me, Tyson, obviously since it’s his house; Bowen, Cale, Grace, Alex Newhook, Mikko and his girlfriend Susanna, and lastly Nate and his supposed new girl who will be joining us later on in the week.

Apparently a group of the guys and their partners have been taking trips together at the end of the hockey season for a while now, and since growing closer with the team this year, I graciously got an invite.

Since it was getting later and a little bit more chilly, I grabbed a random sweatshirt that I saw already laying around in the living room before making my way outside to join everyone by the firepit. Getting closer I noticed that the only seat available just so happened to be next to Bowen.

Cale and Grace give each other a not so inconspicuous knowing look when they see me approaching. As soon as I sit down, a question is being thrown at me.

“Whose sweatshirt is that y/n?” Cale brings everyone's attention to me with a growing smirk on his face.

“I don’t know, I just found it in the living room.” I give Cale a questioning glare, trying to figure what his endgame is right now.

“It’s mine.” I hear that same raspy voice that I love and know so well. I feel my face start heating up at the idea of wearing Bowen’s sweatshirt. Am I wearing his name on my back right now, and I just didn’t even think to check earlier?

“Oh, uh. Sorry, I can give it back to you, if you want it.” I stumble out, now feeling awkward and a little embarrassed about how flustered I am getting over a simple sweatshirt.

Bowen gives me a little smile before replying back, “Nah, it’s fine. It looks better on you anyway.”

I clear my throat and stumble out an awkward ‘thanks’ at Bowen and then turn my attention to Grace right next to me so I don’t embarrass myself even more. What I don’t see though is the way Bowen's face immediately falls when I turn my back on him.

…

Around midnight is when everyone started to make their way back inside the house to start getting ready for bed. I was mindlessly scrolling through my social media, so I didn’t notice that mostly everyone had already gone inside.

“Y/n.” I look up at the mention of my name to notice that Bowen and I are the only ones left outside.

Also noticing the intense gaze I am receiving from Bowen, I quickly gather my things and stumble out, “Oh my gosh I didn’t notice everyone left already. I should head inside as well.”

Bowen is quicker though because he grabs ahold of my wrist, halting me in place before I make my very obvious escape.

“Hold on, please. Can you please talk to me?” Bowen pleads out.

“What do you mean? We’ve been talking all night.” I countered, trying one last time to get out of this conversation.

“We’ve been talking as a group all night yeah, but you couldn’t even make eye contact with me. You know what I mean. What’s been going on? Did I do something?” Bowen frowned.

At that moment I felt so guilty. I’ve been so focused on trying to ignore my feelings that I have developed that I ended up pushing my best friend away and hurting him in the process. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. I knew I would eventually have to have this talk with Bowen during this week, but I just didn’t expect it to be on the very first night.

“Okay. Yeah, let’s talk.”

I lead the way down to the dock overlooking the lake and sit down to dangle my feet into the water. I know for a fact that Grace and Cale realized that we both haven’t come in behind them, so they are most likely snooping by the backdoor wondering what we are doing.

Bowen joins me, after slipping his shoes off and dangling his feet in as well.

“What’s been going on y/n?” Bowen asks again.

“I-I think I’m in love with you.” I blurt out. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I await any type of response from Bowen. Taking a peek over at him, I see the pure shock on his face. Probably wasn’t the best idea to start off the conversation with that.

Taking his silence as a bad sign, I start spewing out whatever I can to try and calm the anxiety coursing through my veins. “I-I think I have known for a while and I just tried to ignore it, I guess. But then I realized that I was just pushing you away, an-and I never wanted to do that. Our friendship means that absolute world to me, and I would hate myself if anything I did, or-or my stupid feelings jeaporized that.” At some point during my little rant, a few tears escaped. I turn my head away as I try to hold back on a full on sob breaking loose.

“You think?” He eventually breaks the silence.

Confusedly, I turned my head back around and let out a strangled, “Huh?” I see the corners of Bowen’s mouth start curving up into a tiny smile, confusing me even more.

“You said, you think you’re in love with me.” He pointed out.

My eyebrows raise in question and I give him a little shrug, prompting him to elaborate more.

“Well… I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you.” Bowen softly declared.

My breath catches in my throat and my mouth turns as dry as the Sahara Desert. Those were definitely not the words I was expecting to come out of his mouth. He chuckles at my surprised face and scooches a little closer to my body to wipe a stray tear on my cheek.

“Are you serious?” I whisper out.

“Of course.” He whispered just as softly back to me as his head inched closer to mine.

My heart pounds in my chest as Bowen’s hand comes up to cradle my cheek. All of our pent up feelings and emotions that we both have been too afraid to admit all come crashing together as our lips finally meet. He kissed me gently, almost carefully, but after all this time gentleness was not what I wanted right now. Bowen let out a low groan as I pulled him flush against my body, my fists bunching up the collar of his shirt.

Before this could go any further, we both pull away breathlessly, basking in what truly just happened-- just now realizing how much our relationship is about to change.

“Fuck.” Bowen breathed out, running his hands over his face. “If I knew that was what it was like to kiss you I would’ve blurted out my feelings the day I met you.”

My ears perk up at his last few words and it seems like he also realizes what he just admitted, as his cheeks immediately turn a rosy color.

“You’ve liked me for that long?” I bashfully question.

Bowen runs his fingers through his hair and blows out a breath of air before answering, “Yeah, I-I mean… yeah I have.” He stumbles out, awkwardly letting out a laugh.

I lean my head on his shoulder and connect our hands, feeling super content and never wanting this moment to end. We take a moment to just sit on the dock-- with our feet hanging in the water, hands intertwined; and bask in the feeling of finally letting our feelings out into the open.

“You know everyone in that house is going to have a field day when they find out.” Bowen mumbles against my shoulder, before leaving a lingering kiss on the exposed skin.

“Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if they all had a bet going or something.” I chimed. I raise my head that had previously been resting on Bowen’s shoulder back up to look at him, and see that he is already smiling at me. “What?” I drawled, feeling my cheeks heating up under his gaze.

“You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

My cheeks now feel on fire as I ponder on how I want to go about this. I raise my eyebrows up at him in question as I ponder out, “Do you want me in your bed tonight?”

Bowen gives me an almost incredulous look as he voiced, “Of course I want you in my bed.”

I just give him a simple nod and push my body up in a standing position, reaching out my hand to prompt Bowen to join me. “Okay, let’s go.”

Bowen immediately shoots up from his sitting position, clinging onto my hand as we make our way back up the yard to the sliding glass doors of the lake house. Just as I predicted earlier, Cale and Grace were totally snooping. Actually, the entire house was snooping. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen trying to act casual as we walked in, but as soon as they noticed our conjoined hands, all hell broke loose.

“I fucking knew it!”

“Aw you guys look so cute.”

“Bout time.”

“Ha! Nate, you owe me fifty bucks.”

I looked over at Bowen with an unimpressed look, “Told you they probably had a bet going on.” Meanwhile Bowen has an incredulous look coating his face watching his friends freak out over his newfound relationship. Instead of questioning our oddball friends, Bowen just simply shakes his head, letting out a little chuckle.

“Alright I’m heading up, I can’t deal with these idiots right now.” Bowen gives me a quick peck on the lips before announcing his departure for the night. Most of the others also start making their way up to their respective rooms for bed, the guys putting on a show of making kissy noises and making a few chirps as they follow Bowen up the stairs.

Grace joins me by the counter, making a show of wiggling her eyebrows at me. I’m smiling like an idiot as Cale also joins us, chuckling at my lovesick expression.

“You’re welcome.” Cale smirked.

I scrunch my face up in confusion as I question him back, “For what?”

“For introducing you two, duh.” Cale teased. Grace smacks him on the arm with a tut, making a show of rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. “Alright, seriously I am happy for you guys though.” He eventually relents.

My cheeks heat up from the attention but also from the thought of Bowen and I’s new relationship. Grace grabs me by the shoulders and starts pushing me in the direction of the staircase.

“Obviously I’m happy for you too. All I’ve wanted is the best for you and I think Bowen is just that. And with that being said, go get your mans!” She sends me off with a quick smack on my ass. I giggle the whole way up the stairs on the way into Bowen’s [now our] room feeling extremely giddy and content.

When I enter the room, all the lights except for the bathroom are already off, and it looks like Bowen is already settled into bed. So, I quickly do my night time routine and change into my pajamas before making my way over to the bed I will now be sharing for the week.

Bowen is awaiting me with his arms wide open, which I happily cuddle into the second I am under the covers. He buries his head into my neck, leaving featherlight kisses here and there.

“I love you.” Bowen mumbles into my neck. I card my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head as I mumble back those same words, in complete awe over how fast my life has changed in one night. We both knew that we would eventually be together, it just took a little time and a trip to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse for us to figure it out. This week will definitely be one for the books.

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[burningupp-replies]

Sleepless | Zuko x reader

A/N: this was requested like a week ago, i know :( school is kicking my proverbial butt at the moment, but i promise im working whenever i can to get new content for you all! i hope you will forgive me :( (also yes, i am working on another part for Teamwork, no need to worry)

Prompts:

13: I always sleep best when you’re next to me.

44: Why are you still awake?

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: there is a pretty steamy kiss at the end, but other than that, just tooth-rotting fluff :)

The fire nation palace felt so… big and cold, especially at night. It made you feel small and alone, and you usually found yourself clutching your pillow to your chest for dear life. You had been with the others during the war, helping the cause in any way you could, and even six months later, you couldn’t shake the feeling of general uneasiness you got when seeing anything related to the fire nation – especially when you were trying to sleep.

When the war ended, Zuko had asked you to remain behind in the fire nation with him. He needed help understanding cultures other than his own, since his nation and culture had been romanticized for him his entire upbringing. He knew very little of rituals, rites of passage, linguistic differences, and so on. Even the question of climate could be difficult for him to grasp at times, which made you laugh.

When the fire prince first suggested for you to stay, you were hesitant at first; leave your family behind, get used to this new idea of the nation which had haunted your nightmares for so long, and being mostly alone in your situation hadn’t sounded appealing at all. However, once Aang agreed that you really could do some good by staying, you begrudgingly agreed – you hadn’t spent all that time trying to help the world just to back out now.

So now, two months since your move to the fire nation and since taking up your new position at the fire lord’s side, you were staying in a palace which gave you nightmares. Zuko had been very kind to you, doing his best to accommodate you in a way which made you comfortable and happy, but the general unease you felt was far from his fault – he was more or less the reason you were there to begin with.

Of course, the crush you had been harboring on the boy since he first joined you in the western airtemple had aided in your decision to stay; not that anyone other than Katara knew the truth. He was just so… cute. Spirits, he would kill you for even thinking that about him, but you honestly couldn’t help it. He was awkward, but not in a creepy kind of way. He was really sweet and caring, and extremely understanding. He did his best to keep the mood light, without going overboard (cough Sokka cough). He had taught you so many things, seen so many things with you and you could just feel your heart yearning for his whenever he crossed your mind.

So, staring up at the ceiling – completely sleepless – you huffed out a sigh and a groan. You tossed your pillow aside and sat up in bed, putting your head in your hands. If you didn’t start catching up on your sleep soon, you were going to lose your mind. You groaned out loud, sighing again, and staring at the ceiling again.

“Damn it, I need to do something,” you muttered to yourself, getting out of bed. You slipped into a red silk robe and a pair of red slippers to aid your feet in not falling off, and started tip-toeing out of your room towards the kitchens.

Since you couldn’t sleep while you were here, you  had made a habit for yourself to go to the kitchens and make a cup of tea during the night. You usually then brought your cup with you into the library, where you could read up more on fire nation culture, so as to aid the fire lord better in his quest to make peace.

You were so used to your routine at that point, you didn’t even need to look for anything; it all just flowed smoothly, and you didn’t even make a sound throughout the entire process. Heating up the tea would have been difficult if some of the servants hadn’t been non-benders who needed some assistance to heat the tea up without bending, but you were in luck. Grabbing the jar with the jasmine tea, you prepared a pot and grabbed a mug, placing everything on a tray before sneaking the rest of the way to the library.

The doors were big and heavy, so you had to turn around to push with your back, since your hands were occupied. Once the door had slid open, you turned around to walk in, only to find Zuko already in there, pouring over a book on the sofa. You stilled, not really knowing what to do. Had he heard you enter? You had become quite proficient at sneaking the past few weeks, but you knew the man had excellent hearing, so him not noticing your entrance seemed unlikely.

Just as you were going to turn around and leave, Zuko’s head snapped up and his gaze met yours. Your body immediately came alive, blood rushing to your face and ears, and your stomach erupting with butterflies. You smiled bashfully at him, and opened your mouth to speak.

“I-I’m sorry, Lord Zuko. I did not know you would be in here at so late an hour,” you stuttered. You wanted to facepalm, but both your hands were occupied, so you just stood there awkwardly. “Uhm, I can leave.”

“N-no! I…” he started, sucking in a deep breath before smiling and continuing. “I really don’t mind your company. And please, just call me Zuko.”

You grinned at him, and he grinned back. “Sorry I went all formal and weird, I know we know each other, I just… haven’t seen you since you became fire lord, I guess.”

There hadn’t been any meetings regarding other nations’ cultures yet, and so you hadn’t seen Zuko since moving in; he had sent you a few notes, just telling you that you could come to him if you had any issues. It had been very sweet, and you had always sent a ‘thank you’ right back. Still, you had been a bit unsure of how to act in front of him.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed a little as you set your tray down on a table and went to shut the door. “I guess you haven’t, huh? I’m still not used to it, if I’m honest,” he grimaced, and you smiled.

“I hope it’s okay that I raided the kitchen for jasmine tea?” you inquired, and the boy smiled at you fondly.

“No problems at all, Y/N. I remember you used to drink a lot of tea, you said it was ‘good for your nerves’,” he teased, and you blushed again. “The staff informed me that a lot of tea seemed to be missing, I was suspecting uncle.”

You started apologizing again, but he just laughed and waved you off. After that, you both fell silent, and you decided to get up and find the book you had started reading earlier that week, but had never gotten to finish. You opened the pages delicately, searching for your place before finding it and settling into your usual armchair by the fireplace, which was lit for once. The entire time, you could feel Zuko’s gaze on you, studying your every move.

When you paused to pour some tea into your mug, you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

The boy blinked at you a few times, before shaking his head. “Oh, uh, nothing,” he mumbled, and you smiled back at him. “I was just wondering… why are you still awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged. For a moment he looked as though he was going to inquire further, but then he seemed to let it go, and no more words were spoken until he had to leave so he could get some sleep.

The whole interaction had been weird at first, but incredibly soothing once all the awkwardness had dissipated. His presence reminded you of… not simpler times, per se, but happier ones. Ones spent laughing with the first friends you had ever really had, friends who you were now missing so dearly. But having the comfort of one of them calmed you down enough that once you finally went back to your own room, you slept more peacefully than you had in a long time.

After that night, the two of you met up in the library at night at least three times a week. He was a busy man, but he wanted to make time for one of his dearest friends – and long-time crush, but he still maintained that part was irrelevant. He never thought you would like him back, like ever. It was a concept he didn’t even dare think about, for fear of getting his hopes up only to get them crushed later.

Three more months later, you had met up in the library during sleepless nights countless times. It had become a routine of sorts; he was usually there before you, since you were busy making a pot of tea to bring (now with two mugs, of course), and once you arrived, you would exchange a few words before settling down with a book each in comfortable silence.

The more times you met up, the more comfortable you became with each other. The first night had been spent with him on the couch, and you in an armchair – two weeks later and you were both on the couch. At this point, you tended to lean back against him on the couch as he played with your hair, still silently reading your own books. It was the highlight of your time in the palace, for sure.

This particular night, you were very tired. You even contemplated skipping the library, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, no matter how much your mind screamed at you for some rest. So as you sank down against Zuko’s form, his fingers running through your hair, your eyelids started drooping. You tried to fight against it, you really did, but it was no use; five minutes later, and you were out like a light.

It took a while for the fire lord to recognize that you were asleep – you were a very peaceful sleeper, no snoring or movement, and he was so content with you against his chest as he turned the pages of his book. Still, once he realized, he kind of panicked.

You were sleeping against his chest. He wanted to move you, carry you to your room or something, but he was scared to wake you. So for a while, he just stayed there, frozen. He didn’t even dare turn the page of his book for fear of stirring you from your – much needed – sleep.

After around 30 minutes, though, he realized staying like that wasn’t doing anyone any good. Your neck was at an awkward angle, his back was getting stiff, and honestly? The sound of your breathing was lulling him to sleep as well. He sighed, but carefully extracted himself from you before picking you up in his arms as though you weighed nothing. He decided to leave the tray with the mugs and kettle; you were more important. You slept soundly the entire way to your room, and only woke when Zuko carefully placed you on top of your soft bed. You didn’t open your eyes though, just stretched a hand out to get him to join you.

The gesture made Zuko freeze where he stood – were you really insinuating what he thought you were, or was it a dream? A hallucination born from the desire to be near you, perhaps? But when you sleepily whimpered his name, it was confirmed for him; you wanted him to stay and sleep in your bed with you.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asked carefully, and at your huff combined with an intense nod of your head, he smiled.

Had he been less tired, he might have been able to resist. However, he was tired, and longed for your warm, soft curves to be pressed up against him. Maybe in your embrace, he could escape the nightmares that plagued him so. As soon as he was next to you and you both were under the covers, your tiny frame wrapped around his tall, muscular one, and you found sleep with a sigh.

He managed to kiss your forehead and wrap his arms around you before the darkness overtook him, his mind more at peace than it had been since early childhood.

In the early hours of the morning, the sky just burgeoning on a light pink, you suddenly woke. You were unbelievably warm, and even more comfortable. You were surrounded by the smell of firewood and pure manliness, which comforted you greatly. A few moments later, however, you found yourself nearly panicked; you were sleeping in the same bed as Zuko. How in the entire world had that happened?!

Of course you weren’t upset that he was there – if anything, it was like all your dreams coming true – but you had no idea if anyone had noticed his absence, if there was widespread panic, or, worst of all, what if he didn’t want to be there with you?  What if he was annoyed with you for falling asleep in the library?

You were broken out of your panic when the man in question groaned and stretched, automatically grabbing you and pulling him into you. You stiffened even further, not knowing how to react to the sudden affection he was showing towards you.

Once he realized he wasn’t dreaming, Zuko stiffened too. In his defense, this exact situation was very often part of his dreams; dreams where you were his wife, you had children together, and everything was more than perfect. It still felt that way when he had woken up, just as perfect as a dream, if not better.

“G-good morning,” you stuttered, deciding to break the silence.

“Morning,” he answered hesitantly, and the sound of his gravelly voice first in the morning damn near made you swoon.

After that, neither one of you really knew what to say. The sky was slowly brightening to include red, then orange, before yellow and white tones joined in, creating a beautiful gradient that signaled the start of yet another day. He didn’t want to break the silence, and neither did you. It was a thick kind of silence, and he was scared that breaking it would break the spell of just being together. Alone.

You both realized that you couldn’t stay like that forever, though, and after a while, you decided to bite the bullet.

“I’m so sorry I fell asleep yesterday.” Your voice was hardly above a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear nonetheless.

“It was really not a problem, Y/N. I’m just glad you finally got some rest, is all.”

His voice was still gravelly, but somehow felt smooth at the same time. He didn’t seem annoyed or angry, in fact he seemed perfectly content to remain exactly where he was. And he was.

“Well, I’m sorry you slept here. I didn’t mean to intrude on your resting time…” you mumbled, and he exhaled a breath.

“Y/N…”

You interrupted him immediately. “I mean I had no intention of falling asleep like that, especially on top of you! I just kind of, I don’t know, felt comfortable, and I’d had a really tiring day, and-“

“Y/N, I sleep better with you next to me,” he decided to inform you, interrupting your ramblings. When you gave him an incredulous stare, he laughed a little. “We used to sleep next to each other all the time. Granted, those were stressful times, but I think I got used to it. Even when the others weren’t exactly accepting of my presence, you always treated me with kindness. I guess I’m… comfortable around you. And I think… It may be because I like you. A lot.”

His words stunned you into silence. How could this perfect man, with more power than anyone would ever need, like you? He had always treated you kindly, and that was part of his appeal. Even when he was supposedly trying to capture the avatar, he had seemed a bit on edge, almost like he wanted to hold back. A few times he had held back, even though you could see how much it hurt him to do so. When he joined you, he’d had no issues carrying his own weight, even helping relieve some of the others’ burden. He had been so patient with Aang while teaching him firebending, and with all of you when it came to your slightly odd humor and hijinks.

In short, you loved this man, and in an effort to show him, you decided to kiss him.

Your lips seemed to meld with his perfectly. He took it slow and steady, caressing your cheek as he kissed you. Your arms seemed to have a mind of their own as they curled around the back of his neck, playing with the locks of hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him a little bit closer.

The kiss was everything you had ever wanted and dreamt of; he was everything you had ever wanted and dreamt of, and he was more. His lips were soft and pillowy, he responded so beautifully to your kisses and caresses, tugging you closer and grunting with pleasure.

Zuko himself felt like he was dying. Spirits how he loved to kiss you, touch you, make you feel good. The way you played with his hair drove him absolutely crazy, and the feel of your lips was the most exquisite thing he had ever felt in his entire life. You were everything to him, and now that he knew what you tasted like, he could never go back.

Unfortunately, you had to pull apart eventually. You were both gasping for breath, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, but you were both smiling like idiots. Everything was about to change, but neither one of you minded in the slightest.

Being sleepless had never resulted in anything better.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Murphy’s best friend and dating Raven

Raven Reyes x reader

warnings:

a/n: ah, yes, im in love with this woman but mostly bc i just relate her sm ahhhh, also FUCK canon i do what i want and this is only until like beginning of s5

prompt: anonymous: “Hiii i hope you havent closed the requests yet ! Could you write some headcanons for the 100 for being murphys best friend and dating raven ?”

murphy was a bit of a dick in the beginning, but you tolerated him

you actually had the best luck getting through to him during your time on the ground

“y/n, can you get murphy to shut the hell up and do some work, for god’s sake?”

“on it”

and when you met raven, he could see right through you

nothing but endless teasing from him

“you like her” *poking your side*

“cut it out, murphy!”

she was stuck in two love triangles, you, her and finn, then clark, finn and her

and there were plenty of obstacles between you and her

especially when you were taken to mount weather and she was left alone with murphy, who she ended up hating

and he nearly ruined your chances with her bc she hated him so much

murphy had to calm her down and explain something to her

“hey, y/n would kill me if they knew i told you this, but listen. they like you a lot, im serious. y/n is so jealous of finn, they think you deserve so much more than that. i hope to god that they’re okay right now because i want to see them be happy. and you dont have to like me, alright? just...if you can, give y/n a chance”

raven was thinking about that all the way until you escaped mt weather

when she was captured there, you flipped out trying to get her away from the doctors trying to hurt her

the second you both were free, she ran up to you and kissed you

it was unreal to you

“murphy told me everything”

“that son of a bitch! but, sweet! it all worked out...let’s get out of here”

the relationship was a bit tense at first since there was a bit of resentment towards murphy, but you understood why

and she didn’t hold anything towards you

soon, murphy left with jaha and placed a goodbye note in your room

raven had to console you after he was gone, you were hurt that he decided to leave you behind, but he wanted you and raven to be happy

and you were, you really were

“babe, gimme a kiss” *kiss raven on the cheek* “one more?” *kiss* “another?”

she was upset she hadn’t been with you sooner

helping her while she worked around camp jaha

“can you hold that part while i fix this, please?”

“god, you’re so hot when you’re covered in grease”

*chuckling* “just get over here, babe”

everyone making fun of your “honeymoon phase”

staying up late together and being all sweet and cuddly and shit

crawling on top of her and holding her hands while the two of you talked, it was a bit of a normalcy for you two

she’d go on and on for hours over her work and ideas she had

you enjoy her passion for her work

she got very angry sometimes though, but you always calmed her down with a long, passionate kiss and some gentle words

she loves having her back rubbed!

raven is no doubt The Big Spoon no i will not be taking constructive criticism

going on drives with her (to keep her company on missions) (and protect her bc u worry)

raven lies about how her leg feels, so you have to be real with her and make sure she doesn’t push herself too much

she gets aggravated but she understands you’re just looking out for her

when ALIE took ahold of her you lost it, you were so worried and everyone could see it

they had to hold you back from her bc they were scared she’d hurt you

when she was strapped to the bed at niylah’s, they made you stay in the other room because she was saying some...hurtful things

“bring y/n in here, i’ve got something to tell them. Y/N! I’LL NEVER LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS I LOVED FINN”

eek

crazy ass time trying to get her to snap out of it

but they did and she cried and apologized again and again

you obviously forgave her, you love her

yadda yadda ALIE got switched off and you found out that there was another apocalypse coming your way

murphy came back too!

“hey, hey, im so sorry i left you behind”

raven was mad at him for leaving (and shooting her)

“you really trust him again? just like that?”

“he’s my best friend, raven...”

her putting up w him for you

and having to brainstorm some contingencies

you and her worked best together

when you weren’t busy flirting

“raven, stop getting distracted, we gotta figure out how to survive!”

“sorry, i just cant concentrate when my significant other is right there and not kissing me”

u guys are so cute

blahhh blahhh blahhh while she was working in becca’s lab, you were setting the bunker up with murphy

“at least now you cant run away from me when this thing gets locked”

“oh, real funny”

*repaired friendship hug*

clarke pulling you aside and telling you raven hasn’t left the lab yet

the squad rushing there to save her, and ultimately deciding the only way you guys were surviving was if you went up

“think we can pull this off, babe?”

“are you kidding me? do you know who you’re talking to?”

that’s ur cocky gf u love so much

bam you did it and you had to start your new life on the ring

lots of relationship counseling with emori and murphy

she asked you about him a lot

“what was john like before he left skaikru?”

“the same as now, just a little meaner and less loyal”

raven and you had a pretty awesome time up there, you grew so much more closer and she even proposed!!!

“i dont have a ring but were living on one so does that count?”

murphy was gonna be your best man it was decided

and at least he was getting along with your girlfriend fiancée much better

fr tho you’d literally die for each other and thats the end of it mwah

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @cullens-stuff //

[theonlygamergost]

With brothers by my side-Fd!au

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay, if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

Of course this fic was grammatically corrected by the amazing @im-default

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Minetra was rambling about how the boys would handle being stressed and under pressure, and this fanfiction focuses mainly on Wilbur, since she gave me an amazing prompt without realizing it

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Enjoy~

“Ok class!” The english teacher grabbed everyone’s attention by clapping. The sound echoing in the large, mostly empty, room.

“Today we will be reading the speeches you have written for this weekend festival, as you may already know, every class will give a speech, and today, hopefully with no hard feelings, we will decide whose speech is going to be presented, and who will read it”

Will was too tired to listen and to care, he had forgotten that this “speech-thing” was due today, (because the teacher gave them an entire week to write it, but Wilbur remembered it only the day before) so he had to pull a classic all-nighter to get it done in time, but everyone had to write one, so a three am sleep-deprived text was good enough to show he had done it, get a decent vote, and move on.

One by one, everyone read their speeches, the difference by an actual speech and a last-minute one was abyssal, Wilbur was half-listening, half-struggling to not fall asleep and half-thinking about accords to play on the guitar after school ended.

“Mr.Pandel?” Wilbur abruptly straightened his back, almost knocking his pencil case off the desk “Since you look bored of your classmate’s speeches, why don’t you illuminate us with your speech?”

Oh you bitch

Without adding anything else, he stood up, took a deep breath and started reading his text, a mess that was not even written properly, it was scribbled SO badly he struggled to read it, and between illegible hieroglyphs and grammatical errors, it would have made any english teacher scream out of terror. 

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His speech ended up being not terrible, but if he would have put any effort into it, no doubt his speech would have been chosen in a heartbeat.

It did help that his voice was secure and very convincing, so in the worst case scenario, he would have gotten off with an average vote.

After everyone read their texts, it was time to choose who’s one was going on a stage.

The vote was fought between the British boy whose family was royal and all that bullshit and a girl who often skipped classes, so no one remembered her name...the girl ended up winning the vote and the boy almost flipped her off in front of the teacher, it would have been hilarious, but it didn't happen.

“Now that that’s settled…” The teacher cleared her throat, cleaning the blackboard to vote for the second decision: who was going to read the speech?

Student after student, the votes for Wilbur skyrocketed, to the point where no one was even close to the points he had: he was going to hold the speech as his class representative at the school’s open festival.

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As he was closing the front door, he shouted “I’m home!”, waiting for a reply that would never arrive.

The house was empty, which made Wilbur a little sad since he had just shouted a greeting to empty walls.

He slipped his phone out of his pocket into his hand while opening the cupboards, grabbing Tommy’s cereals and… Oh yeah… That…

He had forgotten that his mug was in the sink, since no one had washed up the dishes that morning… Meaning that there were also no spoons left… Goddammit

Placing the phone on the counter, he grabbed his mug and the spoon in it to wash them, was he going to wash the rest of the dishes? No, after all, he wasn't the one on sink duty that night, so he couldn't care less.

After cleaning his mug, pouring cereals and milk and sitting down on the couch to open Youtube, it hit him properly.

He was going to give a speech as his class representative at the school’s open festival… Open…

Wait- shit, OPEN?!

He almost spat out the milk as he thought of that.

His school’s open festival was actually pretty known in town, and it was sure to attract parents and grandparents of the students, plus, everyone that swung by since there was also a market of hand-made miscellaneous.

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“Oh, that’s amazing Will!”

“Way to go bro!”    

“...Cool”

Were the reaction of the Pandel brothers, Phil was very proud and supportive, Tommy was straight up happy for him and Techno was… tired, very tired ,three deadlines were coming up at once and he didn’t have time to work on them before because he had other things to study. But from the small tired smile he gave him, Wilbur understood that he was just as happy as the other two.

“I’m also working for our class's stand!” Tommy was radiating the energy and excitement Techno was missing while explaining his role at the festival. “We will be serving juice made from flowers! It was a science experiment and it turned out great! Me, Tubbo and Deo will make the lavender extract!”

“If it’s made by you three, I’m not trying it, I don’t trust you” Will teased Tommy, who instantly took the bait and barked back, Phil just laughed at the small back and forth between them that went on for a good two minutes.

“And you Techno?” Phil asked the half-asleep teen, “Are you doing anything for the festival?” Techno took back his plate after giving it to Tommy for a refill, “Publicly? Nah, too much pressure, I’m helping the teachers count how many spots we need. I let the plebs do the hard work, I just tell them where to put their stuff and which stand is theirs”

After dinner everyone went to do their own things, and miraculously, everyone slept more than five hours that night, they all needed and deserved it.

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In the days before the event, Wilbur studied by heart the speech, every now and then saying it out loud to be sure it sounded good.

As the festival got closer though, his stress and the pressure placed on him by teachers and students alike became more and more, heavier and heavier.

Until the day arrived, from when he woke up, he kept count of the hours and minutes that separated him from either a catastrophe, or a smooth speech.

He was scared of both of them equally.

Phil and Will were walking between the stands, Techno was laid off by the teachers a couple of minutes ago, so he caught up and joined them, Will couldn't help but notice the white shirt with the black and red diagonal line tie with golden hints that Techno was wearing, it looked very good on him, it made him look very fancy-

“HEY BITCHES!!!” Tommy waved energetically, embarrassing Tubbo and Deo, “COME TRY OUT THIS SHIT!”

“T-Tommy please don’t shout that…” Tubbo whispered.

Tommy’s class stand, judging by the que, was very popular, the flower’s extracts were attracting everyone, but Tommy just gave them access from behind the stand, the lavender extract ended up being very good.

“If you want I can do it at home too! I’m a- I’m an extract master now! Yeah!” Everyone laughed at Tommy’s confidence while enjoying the sweet hand-made drink.

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Will was scared, peeking from the black curtain, the sea of students and adults in front of the stage inside the gym building was infinite, Wilbur couldn't see the end.

He sat down and brought his knees to his chest, he was stressed, scared...how could he have been so confident until now? How did he manage to agree to this? Why-

“Are you there Will?” Phil’s voice made him bounce on his feet, making his head spin by the rushed actions.

Putting up a fake smile, he greeted his brothers “H-hello Boys! heh…”

“Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill!!! There are so many people out there! It’s the year before yours that’s giving the speech right now, aren’t you nervous?” Tommy was munching on the sour candy Techno had bought him to redeem himself from the time he stole his candy. Will was trying his hardest not to bite his lip or fiddle around with his shirt.

“I’m fine boys! Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing! eheh…”

Phil was looking at Will confused, his head tilted to one side.

“If you say so Will…” Techno was also skeptical about Will’s words… but he decided to believe his older brother, “Do your best out there, you know how to do it” His smile became a bit more sincere when listening to Techno's words.

The older one shook his head, “Don’t give me that bullshit Wilbur, c’mere” Phil grabbed the younger out of nowhere and embraced him as tightly as he could.

Wilbur was frozen by the shock, clenching his fists while trying not to cry. The younger two looked at him and then at each other, after nodding, they joined in on the hug.

After a minute of silence, Phil spoke up, “I know you’re nervous Wilbur, everyone would be” the warmth coming from his brothers was melting his stress away, their hugs making a wall around his body and head, he couldn't hear the outside noises anymore.

“I believe in you Will, I’m sure that once you get on that stage, everything will go smoothly just as you planned. Show the world you are stronger than your emotions” As they freed Wilbur from the brotherly… no, family hug, he was focused up and confident.

Techno placed a hand on his shoulder and mouthed “You got this” and followed the other two who were already out of Wilbur’s sight.

He took a deep breath as the voice on stage introduced him.

Here we go

He stepped on stage as cheers and claps filled the air, in the large crowd before him, he noticed his classmates and a couple of teachers, and of course, his brothers.

Phil was smiling with a thumbs up, Tommy was shouting “GO WILBUR GO!!!” while jumping up and down, Techno nodded and cracked a smile:

With his brothers by his side, he was ready to take on the whole world.

[hopevalley]

@kvanbooven said:  I wholeheartedly agree with the Rosemary line and thought it was weird when I watched it live. Idk if they were going for it to be a normal response and think people would think it was normal or if they were going for a bad response just so they could start a fight, but like Rosemary as Elizabeth’s best friend, would never say that to her. That makes her look so bad and not caring. I maybe could understand it if it was true what she said (like the rest of the convo of it not being Nathan’s fault) but it wasn’t true. Even if it was supposed to be a bad thing to saying on purpose in makes Rosemary and Nathan look like they don’t care about what Jack meant to her idk. 

You know I always look forward to your thoughts!! Thanks for stopping by again. ♥

I think they wanted Rosemary’s reply to Elizabeth to be a “bad” response for the purpose of it causing drama/turmoil, but the thing about bad responses is...it still has to feel like a natural response someone might have to the conversation that’s taking place, and unfortunately Rosemary’s reply didn’t feel like that, at least not for me. 

I can only guess, but I imagine what they wanted to do was give us an episode where Elizabeth is struggling so hard with everything she’s feeling that she doesn’t really know how to talk about it. If this was a novel it would be easy to write out all those feelings to make her reaction to people feel more natural, but I think the writers are really struggling with how to convey this exact type of struggle in a way that both makes sense for the audience and works for the characters.

I talked before about Elizabeth being a sort of selfish “everything’s about me” kind of person and she does that several times within this episode, so I feel Elizabeth is largely in character here. She turns Rosemary’s conversation about Ned and Florence into a discussion about her, for example.

The problem is Rosemary, and it’s not the character. She can be a bit stupid sometimes (she used to jump to conclusions a lot back in the old days, though mostly for humorous reasons) but her logic always tracked. In this episode we have two responses from Rosemary that don’t feel quite right. The first is her “maybe he didn’t think it was important” and the second is “it’s not Nathan’s fault.”

I get what they were going for, though!

It’s not Nathan’s fault Jack died so Nathan didn’t feel the information was important enough to reveal. It would just be upsetting and offer little else.

The problem is...the fact that this information was clearly weighing on Nathan tells us all that he knew it would be a big deal (and therefore important) to Elizabeth.

Which makes it really hard to make the same logic-leap that Rosemary does. The only thing I can assume is that Rosemary has largely been left out of the Nathan side of things; she doesn’t really know him very well (as compared to Lucas) and is just giving it her best guess.

But still, Rosemary knew that Elizabeth felt he was keeping something from her, and if Elizabeth got those vibes from Nathan, then that should tell Rosemary that Nathan is aware it’s not ‘unimportant’ at all.

I’m just going to have to chalk it up to poor writing. There’s no other explanation that works for me.

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@kvanbooven​ said: What you said about Nathan’s line too got me as well cuz I also felt the last line was out of place. It just don’t flow with the rest of the convo of him telling her why he kept the secret. When this scene was in the promo, I thought it was going to be a scene where Elizabeth was pulling away from him or she was past Lucas already and wasn’t sure if she wanted to be with Nathan or if she was telling him why she couldn’t be with him but could be with Lucas. Idk. Anything else that would have made more sense for that line to follow. I was also afraid of having Nathan coming to town to look after Jacks family, but because he never knew him, to me, it’s not that weird. I actually kinda like how he said I had to protect them rather than take care of them and that it was his duty. 

Yeah, I was expecting his final line about fighting for love to be put into a scene where his willingness to fight for it was called into question. Until this season he was the quieter, less openly emotional character, and I could see where he might feel he needs to be a little more earnest in expressing his intentions—kind of like what we got right out of the gate with his love confession.

I’m not bothered by Nathan’s situation in regards to Jack, either. Both because he didn’t know Jack (as you mentioned) but also because he was very well aware of how odd the situation ended up becoming. He didn’t come to Hope Valley expecting to fall in love with Elizabeth. He didn’t know anything about her when he arrived!

It would be creepy if he’d known Jack well beforehand, or if Jack asked him to look after Elizabeth, but him feeling that he had a hand in Jack’s death (that he was the indirect cause of it in this case) makes the choice...more understandable. All he knew was that Jack had a family, and that nobody would be returning to the post there. So he took it upon himself to do what he thought was the right thing to do: go to Hope Valley and make sure the people Jack cared about were safe and cared for.

I agree with Rosemary that it’s a noble act. It’s not selfless, but it’s noble. I think they handled that aspect of the story extremely well. I was afraid of it happening because I was afraid of how it would be presented, but...they surprised me!

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@kvanbooven​ said: I will say in the handholding game I got major secondhand embarrassment and almost couldn’t fully watch the scene lol. Elizabeth’s look at rosemary right before fiona puts in the blindfold is absolute Terror. IM DYING ABOUT THE SPARKLY PEN THING. AND ABOUT THE DOCK THING. Haha cuz yes that was frank and Abigail spot and I loved them. 

My husband and I were both shouting during the handholding game! It was just so awkward!! I would have thought it was pretty funny if we saw a bunch of people from town playing it, too, but having it be Florence and then immediately Elizabeth kind of took some of the fun out of it. I’d rather have had a gentler fall from “Cute and Fun” to “Secondhand Embarrassment City.”

I’m glad you enjoyed the other things, too, lol. ;)

@kvanbooven​ said: For the mine disaster, I don’t really remember what happened off the top of my head and if they ever actually really solved it. I think what Henry could know is either specific people or the specific thing that went wrong. I really love your theory about the first mine disaster. Overall wasn’t a bad episode and Lucas is starting to see he might not have a chance I think. Hopefully he’s the one that confronts Elizabeth about it all and makes her face her feelings.

I’m not sure what’s left to solve about the mine. I mean, everyone knows Henry was involved and the company was sued for negligence and the widows won. We got the name of the person who told Henry to shut up from S6: a Mr. J. Smith.

March 27, 1910 1231 Front Street San Francisco, CA 1819383

Re: Noah Stanton

Dear Henry,

After careful review, we feel your concerns regarding any safety issues are unwarranted. 

Please consider this matter closed.

Best,

J. Smith Manager - North West Territory Pacific Northern Mining Company

The only resolution that never occurred were prison sentences for the guilty parties in question, so...maybe Henry has more names, or is willing to tell Bill the entire sequence of events that took place (rather than him having to piece together what he knows occurred). 

I also think it was a pretty decent episode and I can see Lucas losing hope each and every scene he gets with Elizabeth. The poor guy. I agree that it would be nice if he was the one who prompted her to face her feelings and work through that last bit of grief she’s struggling with. It’s the only way I feel like I’d be satisfied with her choosing Nathan, now. 

(They’re still on thin ice, though. If Nathan does anything else stupid or thoughtless I can’t imagine many people will still be rooting for him.)

[mrsbhandari]

Artsy As Fuck - Screwdriver

Author’s note: HIIIII I def didn’t expect this to happen but here we are

Word count: 1527

Warnings: language, HEAVY SMUT, name calling, hate sex, the usual

Summary: Colt and Roze overcome some of their differences...kind of.  

Tag list (which im very excited about as I’ve never had one!! Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed :))

@omgjasminesimone, @edgiestwinter, @bucketofsoup, @donutsgirl36, @desireepow-1986, @lovehugsandcandy, @troublemakerinspace, @client-327

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Colt’s next call from the professor came a few days after his ‘date’ with Roze. They had barely texted in the time they’d been apart, which was fine by him. He thought she was pretty, but annoying in how headstrong she was. He was trying to help her and what does he get? Albeit, he was mostly doing it for selfish reasons.

Everyone in the world is selfish. I’m not a bad guy. He shook his head. No use thinking about it now. He was fiddling with his bike, trying anything to make it go impossibly faster, when he heard his coworker Logan speaking with someone near the entrance to the garage. Just the sound of his voice set Colt’s nerves alight, but after seeing Roze talking to him with a flirty smile tugging at her lips, he swore his sight went red for a second.

“‘Scuse me, pretty boy,” Colt interrupted, throwing his screwdriver aside and wiping his hands off on a clear spot on his overalls that were folded over on his body, revealing his sweaty tank top and a little bit of his boxers. Roze’s eyes raked over him, but she didn’t seem impressed. 

“Buzz off, Colt, I’m with a very important customer,” Logan shot back, sending a cheesy wink in Roze’s direction.

“Don’t worry about censoring yourself around her; Roze swears like a sailor.” If Logan was upset about Colt already knowing about Roze, he didn’t show it. “What are you doing here?” Colt turned his attention to her.

“Going to class. You’re modeling, remember? We’re doing dynamic positions with clothing today.” He hated to admit it, but the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of art made his heart flutter. 

“You’re cute and an artist? Wow,” Logan piped up, prompting a scoff from Colt as Roze smiled at his coworker again. 

“Roze, come with me. I need to make sure Mr. Smooth here keeps his greasy mitts off you.” He didn’t wait for a response before turning on his heel and walking down the hallway to his room, expecting Roze to follow. She reluctantly did, but complained when they got to the room together and shut the door. 

“What’s wrong with Logan?”

“He fucks anything with a pulse.”

“Your point?” Roze gave him a playful glare when he stammered and snapped his head to look at her laying casually on his bed. 

“I--I have to take a shower. Think you can keep it in your pants that long, or should I get Logan in here?” She laughed, sending another shock to his heart when he stepped into his small bathroom connected to his room. He kept the door cracked. “Weren’t you the one who was the most blushy when you saw me naked?”

“It wasn’t because you were naked, it was because you were hot.” Roze could feel the snark about to exit his mouth, so she quickly shut him down. “Then I heard you speak and changed my mind.”

“Oh, please, admit it: you think I’m sexy.” Colt’s voice carried over the steady stream of water from the shower. She didn’t respond, electing to take in her surroundings instead. His room was dark and macho, sparsely decorated besides the few posters tacked to the wall behind her. She recognized her own drawing of him from when he fixed her car and she stupidly ruined her chances with him when she was so nervous and everything that came out of her mouth was unintentionally hostile. She looked closer and realized that he had also pinned the gum wrapper she gave him and the receipt from the diner on the white space around her original picture. 

Is he just sentimental? She thought, confused as to why he would keep so much in their limited time together. This isn’t going to last forever. Is he just trying to be convincing? Just in case? 

The water turned off and Colt entered the room a few seconds later, naked except for the towel slung low on his hips, revealing a deep v-line and rippling muscles. Her eyes traced the dark path of hair under his navel until it disappeared under the fabric. “Why did you come so early? Class isn’t for another hour.”

“This was our first time doing the whole ‘arrive together’ thing, so I wanted to give us enough time.”

“You scoff when I call you uptight, and then you do something that proves my point.”

“Shut up.” She said it with no malice, looking instead at his exposed body that was sending heat directly to her core. He was annoying as hell but God, was he hot. He noticed her staring, the hard gaze making his dick twitch under the towel. 

“See something you like?” he teased, feet pattering over to her on the bed before he could convince himself not to. She stiffened on his blanket, waiting for him to do something. When he made it clear that the ball was in her court, she sighed, eye level with where his towel was hiding his hard-on. 

“Not really.” She tried to feign apathy, but couldn’t stop her breath from catching when Colt dropped his towel, exposing himself completely to her. He took a handful of her long hair and pulled her head back so that she was looking at his face with her neck exposed. He grew impossibly harder at the low moan she let out from the rough treatment. 

“Wanna try again?” 

Her breathing and heart rate quickened as she looked back down at his dick in front of her with half-open eyes, taking it in her hand and wrapping her lips around his shaft without a second thought, prompting a loud groan from Colt, whose hand was still tangled in her hair. He set a brutal pace, gasping when his tip hit the back of her throat and brought tears to her eyes. 

“You don’t like what you see? Well, how about what you taste, slut?” he said, pulling her off him and leaning down to give her a bruising kiss. He originally aimed for her swollen pink lips, but tilted his head at the last second to press it to her neck, suckling at the skin. “I’m not allowed to kiss you, remember?” Her hands clawed at his back, sure to leave marks that the art students would probably include in their drawings. Roze pulled away from him and stood from the bed to undress, berating him as her pants and shirt fell to the ground. 

‘You’re such a fucking asshole and I can’t believe I actually let you talk me into this whole fake dating plot, you cocky bast--!” He cut her off with a hard bite to her bare shoulder as soon as she was naked, his cock pressing into her stomach as he walked her backward to the wall before picking her up by her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her head back to the wall, overcome by the perfect feeling of his lips on her earlobe. Without warning, he pushed into her and let out a groan. “My pussy too good for you, Kaneko?” He answered with a rough thrust that left her gasping and incoherent.

“I should ask you the same thing about my cock, whore.” He punctuated his degrading nickname with a thrust and nipped his teeth into the sensitive skin behind her ear, causing her to moan loud from the combination of the feeling and the names. She screamed as he hit the perfect angle inside her, shocks of pleasure shooting up her spine. He grunted and let out a shaky breath as she clenched around him, feeling his release building and coiling in his stomach. Dropping her, he briefly pulled out of her and brought her to his empty desk, ignoring her whimpers when he bent her over so her breasts were pressed into the wood. The angle Colt thrusted at somehow made her louder, obsessed with finding her pleasure. She matched him thrust for thrust, screaming again when he landed a heavy hand on her ass.

“That’s right, scream for my cock, baby,” he called and the stark contrast between the sweet term of endearment and her quickly reddening ass sent her over the edge. 

“Colt, fuck!” Her nails dug into the wood beneath her as she climaxed, spasming around his dick. Feeling his own orgasm approaching, Colt pulled out and flipped her over so her back was on the desk and he was standing between her open legs. Running a hand down his shaft, he sent thick ribbons of his cum over her body, painting the tan skin of her stomach and breasts white. The sight of her body covered in him as she panted almost made him come again, but he managed to control himself. He found it harder to handle when she ran an index finger into the sticky liquid, coating a digit and sucking it clean. 

“Salty,” she mused, still breathing hard. 

“Jesus--” 

“Agreed.” Colt’s fingers were gripping her hip, sure to leave bruises to accompany the ones on her neck. 

“Wanna shower? We’ve still got half an hour.”

“Fuck yes, asshole.”

[lovebug5151]

A reunion between family

So, not sure if this is completely what you wanted, but I tried my best. 

This is the Secret Santa gift for @a-little-dreamer-s-world 

@secret-sanders-sized

Well here we go. If something isn't working correctly, or if you cant read something, then @ me and ill try to fix it.

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Virgil groaned as he woke up in his cabin. It was a normal morning, with light streaming through his window, Remus screaming in his ear, the birds chirping, - He sighed as he sat up and grabbed Remus. Virgil pinched the back of his sleep shirt to pick him up and set him on his palm. 

“About time you woke up!” Remus chirped. “I’ve been up since the sun rose.” 

“Are you that excited about visiting town today?” Virgil laughed quietly, making Remus bounce up and down slightly. 

“YES!” Remus crowed “I need to find new stuff! New art supplies! New-“

Virgil frowned and interrupted. “Are you going to paint my kitchen again Remus? While I do love you being here, if you paint my kitchen with scenes of bloody, gorey murder again I will throw you out.”

He laughed. “Naw. I won’t do it again- At least not to your kitchen.” 

Virgil sighed and shook his head. “Whatever. I’m going to cook breakfast. Try not to break something please.” 

Remus shrugged. “I won’t break something on purpose. That’s for sure. That cast on my leg didn’t let me do anything! I couldn’t even chase that Goose outside!”

Virgil snorted in laughter before standing up. He set Remus on the shelf beside the bed before going towards the kitchen. 

Virgil's cabin was a quaint thing. It was only three rooms, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a joined kitchen and living room. He didn’t even have much in the way of keepsakes, mostly just books and things to help him if he had an anxiety attack. It was just like any other cabin out there, except that everything was giant, and that there were shelves everywhere and holes in the walls. That was so Remus could get around without Virgil carrying him. 

Virgil was just finishing cooking some bacon and eggs when Remus popped out of a hole beside the table. 

“Breakfast ready?” He had calmed down a bit and was yawning. 

“Yep. Just let it cool a bit and let me split some up for you.”

He broke of a small piece of bacon and cut some of the eggs apart before putting it on a small plate. Or it was small for him. For Remus it was still the size of a small table. 

“Thanks bud!” Remus yelled before he literally shoved the eggs into his mouth. 

Virgil watched in slight disgust as he barely chewed his mouthful before grabbing more. 

Once they were done eating breakfast and getting ready for the day, they were getting ready to go to town and we’re checking down what they had and needed. 

“Vee, you have your headphones?” Remus yelled. 

“Yep. You have your jacket? Shoes?” 

“Yep!”

“Okay. I have the list of what we need. Let’s go.” 

Virgil picked up Remus and put him in the pocket of his jacket, before walking out. 

They walked through the woods for a while before they heard the town up ahead. Virgil slowed, almost cowed by the sound from up ahead, but Remus suddenly yelling curses at something drew his attention away. 

He was yelling at a tree. Of course he was. “Asshole, wait you don’t have an asshole I’ll-“ 

“Remus.” Virgil said in a slightly scolding tone. “there are going to be children nearby. Please don’t.”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll try to wait till we're on our way back.”

Virgil rolled his eyes with humor. 

They went into town, and Remus quieted down. Even he knew better than to yell at other giants. A lot of them weren’t as fond of humans as Virgil was. They walked into the store, and Virgil walked around with a cart, grabbing what he and Remus needed. With Remus of course asking every second for different things that they didn’t need. Usually he was jesting, however today one of his requests was cut off as he gasped. Virgil looked down quickly atb him, making sure he hadn’t hurt himself. He had a hand over his mouth and was looking at a few cages. Virgil winced as he saw that there were humans in there. Apparently the shopkeeper decided to start selling Human pets.

“Do you want to leave Remus?” Virgil asked quietly, aware Remus was shocked and probably scared.

His answer only made Virgil more worried. 

“N-No. I need to look closer.” Virgil was worried but walked closer. Another giant saw him, and scowled at Remus in his pocket. 

“Did you steal him?” they asked brashly. 

“No.” Virgil responded. “I have had him for a while. I came in to look at other humans to see if any would be a good friend for mine.” He must be a salesperson for the humans.

Remus winced at how Virgil was speaking, but knew he had to speak that way in front of other giants. His eyes tracked back to that one other human, curled up in the corner of his cage, hands over his ears.

Virgil stood a little straighter and said “Now do you want a sale on a human or not.” 

The salesperson scowled before sighing. “Sorry ive had a couple teenagers try to steal them. Which one do you want?” 

Virgil looked down at Remus and said “To keep my humans from fighting, I believe ill let mine choose.”

The salesperson nodded and Virgil took Remus out of his pocket. “Point to the human you want me to buy.” Virgil muttered quietly. Remus pretended to look over them before pointing at the one he had been staring at earlier. 

Virgil nodded and said “I want that one please.”

Remus retreated to the pocket as Virgil and the Salesperson figured out a price. Pretty soon, the human was being put in a box - with lots of kicking and screaming - Virgil had payed for all the food they needed, and they were on their way home.

On the way home Virgil quietly asked Remus why he had wanted him to buy a human. Remus answered quietly “I know him Vee. I couldn’t just leave him there. Hes, he's my-” He couldn't seem to continue. Virgil nodded and they continued home.

Once they got to the cabin, Virgil put the food in the kitchen, put Remus on the table, then put the box on the table too. 

Virgil opened the box, and reached in, prompting a scream from the human inside. Virgil scowled as he managed to snag the shirt of the human. “I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just getting you out of this box.”

As he lifted the human out of the box, he noticed that it- he looked like remus. He saw the resemblance and it clicked in his head. That's why he was so out of sorts. This must be family.

He plopped the human gently onto his palm. The human was frozen, looking up at Virgil. “What's your name dude?” Virgil asked him. 

“W-Why do you care?” The human was trying to be brave, but was visibly terrified. 

Virgil frowned and the human froze before saying “I-Im Roman. N-Now, What are you going t-to do with me y-you giant fiend!”

Virgil chuckled at the audacity of this hu- of Roman. This was making the brother theory much more filled out. 

“I bought you because my human asked me to. Now. Do you want to see him or stay in my hand all day?”

Roman winced but took a moment to think about his options. Virgil saw him look around the room and his eyes widen at all the shelves and holes in the walls. He hesitantly looked at Virgil and said “You- You treat humans well?”

Virgil nodded as he started bringing his hand slowly to the table. “I would like to think I do, Roman.”

Roman hopped off the hand and Virgil looked behind him. “I believe you already know each other.”

Roman stiffened as he turned around because, why would they know each other-

His thought stopped mid sentence as he registered the man standing before him, with his green eyes and mischievous smirk. “R-Remus?” He asked not believing his eyes. 

“Hiya bro! How- how was your trip to our home?” Remus tried to stay upbeat but it was obvious he was worried. They stood still for a moment before Roman lunged at Remus, and Remus caught him in a big hug. “I didn't think I would see you again.” Roman muttered crying. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too Ro Ro.” Remus smiled at him. 

Remus pulled away a little and said “Vee? Will you get a tissue? Also get some more blankets beside my bed?”

Roman froze at the thought that Remus actually just asked this giant to do something but was surprised when the giant laughed. “Sure Remus. Have fun reuniting. Try to explain to him how stuff works please, I don't want him flinching every time I move. It makes me feel bad.” He got up and stretched before saying “And then I need a nap.”

He left the room. “THANKS VEE VEE!” Remus hollered after the giant.

“Vee Vee?” Roman said questioningly.

“Yeah. His real names Virgil but I call him Vee.” Remus replied. “Now C’mon! Lemme show you around!”

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It wasn't until that christmas that Roman ever really got over his fear of Virgil, but that christmas was warm, and found Roman and Remus curled up in a Hollow in the wall as Virgil drank some hot cocoa. As Virgil curled up on the couch, he thought to himself how much happier Remus was now, and what a great family they were together. Virgil fell asleep on the couch to the whistling of snow outside, but inside was warm, happy, and full of familial love.

[lifesucksheres20bucks]

Reddie prompt: Eddie goes to the bridge and sees the R + E so starts teasing Richie for liking a certain Eliza from their English class 🎈

SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!! ITS KINDA BAD IM SORRY

Richie didn’t know why he had done it. He had just come out of the arcade after playing there for a couple of hours, not that he had any fun doing so. He had other plans that feel through that day, he was supposed to go see a movie with Eddie but his mother told him he couldn't go because the projector lights would damage his eyes. So instead he made his way to the arcade, played until his money ran out and hopped on his bike and started peddling god knows where. After a couple of minutes, he noticed he was making his way towards the kissing bridge, a stupid name he thought, not everyone that goes there ends up kissing. He went there plenty of times with Eddie and never kissed him, not that the thought had never crossed his mind…

Eddie was his best friend in the entire world, the losers were too but he had something special with his favorite Eds. They playfully insult each other a lot and Richie had not realized why he did it until a couple of weeks ago. It was a normal summer day at the Quarry with the losers. They were all playing in the water, when Richie stopped swimming for a while and just looked around at his friends. He couldn't see them very well without his glasses but for some reason, when he looked at Eddie he saw him clear as day, the sun was shining directly at him and he had this beautiful sun kissed glow and a bright smile. That sight made his heart flutter, a feeling he had never felt before and he quickly brushed it away. That night when he came back home, he could only think of Eddie and the way he made him feel today, that's when he realized Eddie wasn't just Cute!Cute!Cute!, he was absolutely breathtaking. He promised himself, never to act on his feelings because he couldn't bear the thought of losing his best friend over some silly crush. However, that was becoming increasingly hard because Eddie was always slightly touchy-feely with Richie and now it seemed like those little touches were burning a whole through his skin. 

When he got to the bridge, Richie looked around to see if anyone was there and slowly got off his bike. He didn't really know what he was doing, his legs were moving faster than his brain, he was suddenly kneeling down near the edge of the bridge holding a small swiss army knife in his hand. He stopped, realizing what he was doing and started laughing.

“My god what are you doing Tozier, you can’t write his name on the bridge everyone will know your secret” 

He started to back away but he had this feeling in his gut, like something was pulling towards the bridge. He lifted his hand and started carving.

R+E 

Plain and simple. He looked at his work and suddenly froze when he heard bike tires coming to a stop behind him. He carefully turned around and saw Eddie putting his bike down on the grass next to his. 

“Hey Richie, I was looking all over for you. Thought we might be able to hang out for a bit, maybe we can get ice cream, my treat since i had to cancel our plans so last minute- What are you doing? Were you carving someone’s name??” Eddie asked getting closer to Richie to try and get a better look. 

“What? No I wasn't writing anything, I just, uhm, just came to look at another carving, I thought I saw a dick.” Richie said while he was desperately trying to cover his carving.

“Bullshit Rich, let me see what you wrote!” Eddie pushed Richie onto the ground and saw the carving.

There was a small pit in Eddie stomach, it felt weird, almost like jealousy but it wasn't jealousy right? How could it be, it's not like theres anything to be jealous about?

He was the E and thought of Eliza Reed, a girl from their english class, she has pretty brown hair and smells really nice, no wonder Richie liked her. 

“OMG Richie, you like Eliza from english class? Why didn't you tell me!?” 

“What? Eliza? Oh yeah, hm Eliza, sure i like Eliza from english class.” Richie said scratching his head in relief. 

“Why did you hesitate? Is it not Eliza? Who is it then! Tell me please! I want to be able to make fun of you!” Eddie egged on. 

“I can't tell you Eds”

“On c’mon Richie! Describe her and i'll try to guess”

“You'll never guess Eddie”

“Please let me try!”

“Fine. They’re really caring and easy to talk to. They have brown fluffy hair and the cutest little nose that scrunches up every time they get annoyed, mostly at me. Their laugh is the best sound I've ever heard in my life and I never want to forget it. He’s just the cutest person ever.” Richie was rambling at this point. He didn't really realize what he said until Eddie said it.

“He?”

“Uhm, no, I mean its a girl of course its a girl ha ha, idk why i said he”

“Richie, what does the E stand for…”

Richie began pacing from the bridge to their bikes. He looks over the edge of the river and thinks could easily jump in to make a quick escape, he’ll probably survive the jump. He’s quickly pulled out of thought when Eddie takes his arm and makes him face him. 

“Richie, what does the E stand for?” Eddie was getting frustrated.

“Eds..”

“Tell me Richie im not fucking around anymore.”

“Its Eds, I mean it's Eddie, the E is for Eddie” Richie was looking at the ground, hands shaking, he felt like he was about to vomit.

Eddie just sat down, he did not say a word. He just sat there looking blankly into the distance. 

“ How long have you felt this way?” Eddie whispered.

“Hmm I dont know, a couple of weeks, maybe a bit more”

“Okay” 

Then there was just more silence, Richie couldn't bear to look a Eddie so he just turned around and looked at the river, that jumping thing seemed like a pretty good idea right now. 

After a minute or so Eddie slowly got up and made Richie turn towards him and just planted a small kiss on Richie’s lips. Richie’s eyes shot open and before he could process what was happening, the kiss was over.

“I think I like you too, Richie.”

Those words gave Richie all of the confidence in the world. He then cupped Eddie cheeks and kissed him again, this time making sure it lasted a bit longer than the first one. 

They looked at each other and deep down they knew they had found the one.

[svtegg]

i hope no one saw that

joshua idol!au smut  inspired by 5. “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.” from the smut prompt list

3,1 k words

hope ypu guys enjoy this!! im really trying to get better at writing smut kksjndsjd its a process but yeah!!! i will be getting onto the smut prompt req you guys sent in next! sorry for the long wait mwah lov u

The Show Champion waiting room is stuffed, stylists running around trying to find the maknae of the group. But Riri is no where to be found. She was supposed to be getting into her tailored jean top 10 minutes ago and she had still not shown up. “Y/n, can you please go look into the halls to see if you can find Yiren? She was supposed to have her hair done by now.” You look up from your phone, the Instagram comments on your latest teaser picture lighting up your face as you shift your attention to one of your three managers. He’s standing in front of you, holding Joha, your leader’s outfit in his left hand and his phone in his other. You agree, pointing him in the direction of the sleeping lump on the floor when he asks you where Joohyun is.

The rustling and bustling from the packed room is left behind as the heavy door slams shut behind you. The contrast of the almost empty halls is almost hair raising. You remember the first few times at the broadcasting station, how stressed you and the rest of your group had been. Now it seemed like routine to you. You trudged down the hall, the material of your tiny poofy black skirt rough against your manicured hands as you subconsciously flattened out the fabric against the tops of your thighs. Your eyes scanned the identical doors, looking for the right one. The one with the SEVENTEEN sign hanging on it. You knew your maknae would be in there. And if she wasn’t at least one of the guys in that room would know where she was. You politely bowed as one of the staffs for your sunbae group EXO rushed past you.

Of course, Seventeen’s door had to be furthest down the hall, the noisy boys probably being put in the waiting room furthest away out of courtesy for the other groups that would be spending their day in the rooms lining the long, white hall. You knocked three times before taking a couple steps back to wait for the door to be opened.

The door was torn open, probably 20 faces staring you down as you stood in the hall, hands clasped together in front of you as you greeted the group and the staffs with a bow and a quiet hello. Seungkwan was the first one to speak, almost jumping to his feet from the corner couch to rush over to you. “Y/n sunbaenim, hello!” The young man smiled as he came over to take your hand, politely bowing back. He motioned for you to step in as the rest of the people littering the room went back to what they where doing before your untimely arrival. “I saw the teaser you guys posted yesterday! I can’t wait to see the live performance; it looks like you guys changed your concept.” He smiled, turning around to pick up one of the signed albums laying on the table behind him. Mingyu was sitting on his laptop and smiled at you quickly before turning back to the game he was playing. Seungkwan handed you the album, before asking you what brought you over to the Seventeen waiting room.

“Actually,” You started after thanking him for the cd. “I was wondering if Yiren stopped by, she’s supposed to have her hair done like, right now.” Seungkwan looked around the room, calling Joshua over as he was the one who had talked to Vernon before he disappeared with your groups maknae. Joshua gave you a friendly smile as he walked over, Seungkwan explaining everything to him and Joshua nodding in understanding. “I’ll go look for them with you, we need Vernon back now anyway, its his turn to tweet.” Joshua smiled, his styled hair falling into his eyes as he threw his neck to motion to the door.

“See you later, Y/n! Good luck on your performance, you look really pretty!” Seungkwan yelled as he raised his fists in support, the rest of the boys voiced various exclamations of support as the door closed behind Joshua and you.  

Joshua was wearing all black, his hair also dyed black for their new comeback. He looked really good, but then again when didn’t he look good. He smiled at you as you glanced up at him. There was a slight pause before he spoke. “Vernon said they would most likely be in the hall by the conference rooms up on the fourth. There’s apparently the least people up there.” He was still smiling, his voice dripping with amusement as he spoke. You let out an entertained sound, walking beside him down the hall towards the elevators, the album Seungkwan had handed you clasped in your hands. “Of course, young love wants privacy. They can’t hold hands in front of anyone, its too embarrassing.” You joked, knowing well that they couldn’t do anything infront of anyone. The showbiz was way to harsh and judging for love to be accepted. Joshua let out a laugh that sounded a little more like a sigh, leaning out to press the button for the elevator. There were a few camera techs looking your way as you stood in front of the elevator, so Joshua took a discreet step away from you.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, both you and Joshua where careful to not get too close as you entered. You made eye contact with one of the backstage workers as you turned around to lean against the wall of the elevator and you could see him audibly gasp as your eyes connected. You just gave your sweetest smile as the elevator doors closed. Joshua broke out into muffled giggles as the capsule started moving.

“What?” You innocently asked, turning to face the man beside you. He just smiled at you, his eyes squinting in amusement. “Nothing! Nothing..” He waved his hands in front of his face. “Just.. The look on that staff’s face. Priceless.” He giggled, covering his mouth with his hand. Before he straightened up. “Seungkwan was right though, you look really pretty.” He continued, his entire aura changing suddenly. He reached his hand out to tuck a stray piece of curled hair behind your ear, his eyes flickering around your face as he stepped closer. “It’s almost too bad you’re changing your concept. I almost can’t control myself, even in front of the other guys, seeing you dressed like this.” He whispers, his lips curling so enticingly around every word he spoke. He lets his hand linger on your face, and you almost get the urge to kiss him but you feel the elevator halt to a stop so you step away with every last bit of self control that you can muster. “Control yourself, Hong. We don’t want a scandal now do we?” You snark at him, straightening out your shirt a little before the doors glide open and you strut out, greeting someone you recognize as one of Red Velvet’s managers.

The rapid succession of steps behind you is obviously Joshua’s, even the sound of him walking sounding familiar to you. “It’s not fair!” He quietly whines as you look for the hall leading to the conference rooms, your head perking up as you see a sign pointing in the desired direction. “What isn’t fair?” You ask him, casting a quick glance at him over your shoulder. He looks so strong and manly, the stage costume consisting of mostly fake leather and ripped fabric stretched to the point of almost ripping over his delicious thighs and wide shoulders.

“This stage costume, the hair, the makeup..” He muses, purposely leaning closer to you. “The dance.” He lets his hands trail up your sides, the shirt you’re wearing being the only thing saving your sanity. You slow down a little, letting Joshua press his chest into your back while you look around quickly to make sure no one is around the nearest corner. “You know how much I love that fucking choreo, babe.” He rasps, pressing his face into the side of your neck. “You love it enough to get hard in your jeans watching me and the girls practice.” You tease him, turning around in his grasp and taking a few steps backwards to lean against the door leading to the hall you were looking for, giving him the cockiest look you could before turning the handle and slipping into the hall.

“Wong Yiren, you’re wanted downstairs your royal highness.” You say, your voice dripping with ‘you’re in trouble’. The younger girl looks up at you, embarrassingly snatching her hand away from her boyfriends grip. “Y/n!” She whines, her long black hair flying around her face as she whips her head around to look at you. “You could have just texted me instead.” She mumbles as she gets up from the stairstep she was sitting on. Well, basically she was sitting in Vernon’s lap, but you decided not to embarrass her further. You smile teasingly at her as she slips past you, head bowed to hide the bright pink blush on her cheeks. Vernon was following right behind her, probably blushing even more than your member. “You left your phone with Taehyun manager, Yiren.” You chuckle after the teenager as she jerks open the door you had just walked in through.

Joshua is leaning against the wall by said door, an amused smirk on his face as he mutters some words to Vernon before the boy disappears into the hall after his somewhat embarrassed girlfriend. You look him up and down, the silk shirt he was wearing under the pleather jacket struggling to stretch all the way across his chest. “So, are you gonna get hard in your pants watching the pre recording today?” you tease the male, his eyes going wide as he looks over at you. He checks to see if the door beside him was actually closed before lifting himself off the wall and taking two long strides over to you.

“You’re such a pain, babe.” He mutters, letting his arms circle around your waist to pull you closer to him. You could feel his breath on you cheek as he let his left arm slide down from your back and over the curve of your ass. Your breath involuntary hitches as he lifts the skirt covering you to squeeze the flesh. “And you’re a huge horndog, Mr. Hong.” You tease, trying your best to regain your selfcontrol. You can feel yourself giving in to the slow, burning hot touches Joshua trails along your sides. He chuckles lowly against your neck, not quite leaving kisses but attempting to at least touch you in some kind of way. “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.” He mutters, his lips tickling the sensitive skin right under your ear. You feel his teeth graze against the side of your neck, his breath fanning against the flushed skin making you feel even more hot. You let out a mix between a heavy breath and a strained moan as your head tilts back, the words “make me” barely making their way past your parted lips as Joshua bites gently into the skin of your almost exposed shoulder.

Joshua chuckles, his hands trailing up the expanse of your back before pressing lightly against your shoulders. The jean material top you had put on earlier in disarray, the right shoulder slipping slightly off your form. “Get on your knees, baby.” Joshua commands, his eyes dark as he pulls away from your neck to look you in the eyes. You throw away any form of self-control as you sink down onto the carpeted floor, your exposed knees meeting the plush material with a soft thud. Both you and Joshua work urgently to get his belt open enough to slip his ripped black jeans a little further down his hips. Just enough to slip his cock out.

You’re desperate as you make quick work of kissing up his length, he’s already more than half hard and you can hear how good it feels, a low hissing sound filling the slender hall the two of you are situated in. You look up at him through your lashes as you take him into your mouth, his dark eyes meeting yours. You could tell he was enjoying this from the sounds he let out, bit in his eyes there was also a hint of excitement for something else. Maybe it was the reality of how careless you both where right now, the fact that anyone could walk in and see you on your knees infront of him, all for him to use. The fact that maybe a staff would come looking for you and catch you choking on all of him. He lets out a beautiful groan as you start working him deeper into your mouth, your stage makeup smudging as your eyes start watering slightly. Joshua lets his head tip back, a string of curses leaving his lips when you start moving your head a little faster. He has a tight grip on your previously immaculately styled hair, you know the stylist is going to be beside herself with anger when she sees you but right now, you’re more concerned with the way Joshua is encouraging you to take more of him.

“Fuck, baby, I love your mouth so much. Hold still let me fuck your face, doll.” He groans, his face contorting beautifully with the pleasure he’s feeling. His brows furrow together as you let your jaw go slack. He takes a hold of your previously styled hair with both his hands, his fingers digging into your scalp as he moves his hips more rapidly against your face. “You look so fucking hot, holy shit.” He whispers, his raspy voice almost breaking as you swallow around him causing his hips to jerk against your face. You can feel your knees digging hard into the carpet but the look on Joshua’s face is too distracting, his plush lips caught between his teeth, his eyes closed and brows furrowed in pleasure. He lets out a raspy curse when you lift your hands to squeeze his thighs, the involuntary moan that rips from your throat causing his hips to stutter as he comes into your mouth with the most deliciously unholy sounding moan you had ever heard.

He apologizes quickly as he fixes himself, buckling up his belt while you straighten out your stage costume. You look around, suddenly very aware of where you are. “I hope no one saw that.” You whisper, an unsure giggle filling the air between the two of you as the conversation halts. Joshua has the cheesiest smile on his face, and he almost looks like someone just told him there’s extra chicken for him at home. “What?” You ask, looking down at yourself to see if anything was out of the ordinary. He just giggles, almost like a lovestruck teenager. “Nothing!” He smiles, and he looks like he’s about to say something more before the all too familiar iPhone ringtone slices through the room.

“Yeah?” Joshua says, his voice sounding a little hoarse, so he quickly clears his throat after speaking. “Oh shit! Okay, yeah. We’re on our way.” He quickly finishes, pocketing his phone before looking up at you with a serious look. “Your group are about to go on, the 5-minute warning just went out. Everyone is looking for you.” You almost shout out a curse before bolting down the hall, Joshua quickly following you down the sets of stairs. You’re panting hard as you burst through the stairwell door, coming face to face with your group member Jiya, who doesn’t look very pleased. “Where were you?!” Another group member shouts from the sound tech station, a staff hooking her receiver into the edge of her blue shorts. “Y/n!” Another sound tech yells, motioning you over to get mic’ed up as well. You mutter a string of apologies as you adjust the cords to your in ears, Yiren looking at you with a smirk as she moves to wait by the stairs to the stage.

You’re all rushed onto the stage and preform your comeback song, One & Only along with your b-side thanx so much! without any mistakes, the fans cheering loudly for you and screaming the fanchants at the top of their lungs. They also lose it at the killing part, the songs being a lot sexier than the earlier cute and innocent concepts you’ve done. You and the other 8 members are in 100 as you run of stage, proud that it went of without any more problems. You all get settled into more comfortable clothes, Chaeni even putting on a sheet mask as the afterglow of the performance wears off a little. You fish your phone out of the black designer purse you had been given by the stylists early this morning for the greeting photos outside the station.

You felt your cheeks get hot as you scrolled through the twitter timeline, fansite photos and screenshots from the live performance littering the screen on your phone. The fans where going crazy, both over the new songs but also over another matter, that didn’t have anything to do with your new mini album at all.

“Why are Y/n’s knees so red? I hope she’s okay! Fighting”

“They look so good!!! Omgggg! Also is that a hickey I see on Y/n’s neck? Huhuh who’s getting it on with my queen huh??”

“In this selfie of Nahyun and Y/n from before the preformance she doesn’t have that red mark on her neck…. But in the live she does…. What’s going on here…..”

You quickly close the app, lifting your phone closer to your face to hide the screen as you switched over to a different app. You opened the texts between you and Joshua and typed out the message “Joshua Hong!!!!! You’re dead.” Before hitting send. The waiting room was cleared of anyone but your fellow group members, leader Joohyun had fallen asleep on the mat on the floor, Yosei on her phone beside her. Chaeni was waiting for her sheet mask to dry and Yiren was probably texting Vernon. Nahyun and Daria where playing on Hyunji’s switch. You hoped none of them would check their phones so you would live to see another day. Your phone vibrated with a text notification, Joshua’s name flashing on the screen with the word ‘Sorry’ under. That little shit.

“Y/n!” You heard Yosei squeal, Hyunji gasping as she kneeled down to look at the older girls phone. Fuck.

[bixbythemartian]

Hi! Im relatively new to your blog, found you thru the princess & warlock story today. Happy 1300! Prompt; cats are always meowing at (character). House cats stray cats friends' cats even that one time at the zoo. They figure hey, cats are just cute chatty little friends, but really they always had something important to say.

Thank you! Also, you accidentally picked one of my favorite things in the world to write about, so this got loooong.

Cats. Cats always chat at me. It’s been going on for most of a year. I have no idea why. Every stray cat I see has to walk up to me and chatter at me. It’s to the point where I carry kitty treats. 

My friend, Tara, has three cats and they all have to come meow at me. Every time I come over. It’s a cacaphony of meowing for like five minutes. Tara says they’re usually pretty quiet, and they almost never meow unless, like, something’s up. (Sometimes ‘something’s up’ means ‘there’s a coat hanger on my favorite cushion’ because, well, cats.) 

Maybe it’s a pheromone thing? Cats think I smell like someone they need to talk to? They’re pretty friendly.

(Sometimes I think they’re trying to cheer me up because my old cat, the General, passed away. It’s kind of nice and kind of sad to think about at the same time, so I don’t think about it too often.)

It’s kind of fun to go to the zoo. Cheetahs meow, did you know? It’s cute as heck! “Who’s the fastest land mammal?” “Meow. Meow!” 

Tigers, uh, do not meow, honestly. I mean they are really big, like, chesty animals so they have a kind of deep growl, but they kind of... bellow at me? They yell. Tigers and Lions yell at me. It’s damn near human sounding.

The looks I get from zookeepers, I’m telling you.

And I swear at one point I had this bobcat, like, out of nowhere walk up and start meowing at me. I tell people about it and they’re like ‘yep, that’s our Ella’ but like seriously that was kind of a bowl quaking moment.

Like, regular house cats can mess you up if they lose their shit at you, and bobcats are fucking stacked, you know? They’re not, like, Lion big but they’re bigger than a lot of dogs, and when it comes right up to you and is like “hey” it is kind of frightening, let me tell you! 

It was clearly friendly, which was super weird. It actually did that love rub thing on my ankles as I tried valiantly not to piss itself.

It kept talking to me!

I said “I’m sorry, cat friend, I don’t know what you’re saying,” and gave it cat treats. What else was I gonna do? It did accept my offering of treats and gave me a mildly reproachful look as it wandered off.

Cats, right? 

Well, no, actually. This wasn’t a ‘cats, man’ type situation. 

So I went to another friend. A... witchy friend, shall we say. She’s kinda weird but in a good way. She’s got a really normal apartment but there’s this one closet that locks that I’ve only ever glimpsed inside of.

Well, I went to her and told her what was up. She owed me a favor anyway, you know? 

Well, I told her after her little tiny black cat, Squirt, got done talking to me.

The witch- she’s asked that I don’t name her, because of Reasons- nodded. “I noticed that,” she said. “I wondered if you’d ask me about it.”

“Do you know what’s going on?”

“No idea!” she said cheerfully, and unlocked the closet.

It was a storage closet? It had nothing weird inside. She dug around in it and pulled out a book, which she flipped through for a minute. It looked like a hand-written journal. “Okay, I think I can do this.”

“Do what?”

“Let you understand them. They’ve got something important to say, right?”

“Well, they seem to think so. I thought it was like, I dunno, a pheromone thing.”

“Yeah, that’s why came to me,” she said.

“Well... okay.”

“So we wanna facilitate interspecies communication, right? Do you have a cat?”

“Naw, not since the General died. I couldn’t...”

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I gotcha. No, that’s fair.”

“Every stray cat in the neighborhood hunts me down.”

“Good, cause you’re not taking Squirt.’

I turned and looked at Squirt. “Hear that?”

“Maow,” Squirt replied. 

I followed her to her kitchen, where she started pulling all the spices out of the cabinet.

“I thought all your witchy shit was in the closet.”

“All my valuable shit is in the closet. I’m a kitchen witch. Any allergies?”

“Latex?”

“Shouldn’t be an issue.” She mixed up a cup of tea, stirring. “It’s got a bit of a kick.”

“For real?”

“Try it.”

The tea was warm and floral at first, and then there was a sort of spiciness that was kind of floral as well? And then it kicked me in the back of the throat. I wheezed.

“I warned ya!”

“You did,” I wheezed.

“Drink past it, you’ll be okay.”

The next sip was easier, and tempered with honey. I finally drained it all down, the last drop was honey sweet, though my lips still burned.

“Okay, go for a walk and see what happens.”

“Is this how you do all your magic?”

“Yep! Let me know, I’m curious.”

“Kay,” I said, and let myself back out.

I walked down the street, and then found a side path towards the park, and headed that way.

A stray cat came up to me, and rubbed it’s head on my ankles.

“Oh, now you don’t talk?” I asked.

“We talk,” it said.

I jumped.

“You listen now,” it said.

“Okay, yeah.”

“Come with me,” it said.

“I’m coming, lead the way,” wondering what exactly the witch had put in that tea. It led me to the park, and to the wooded area behind it, through a path that must be mostly used by cats and deer, to a little clearing. Around the edge was a bunch of trash you’d expect in a little clearing near civilization- beer cans and condom wrappers and food trash- and also an absolute herd of friggin cats.

“Oh. Hey. Everybody.”

One tiny cat, maybe still a kitten, came from the back, dodging and weaving. “Hello,” it said. “You have learned that you understand.”

“Sure,” I said. “Seems like y’all had something important to say.”

“The General has traveled to his next life.”

“Yeah. Y’all knew him, huh?”

“It is hard, when an old friend leaves. You have had time to mourn, yes?”

“Yeah. Wait, you want me to get a new cat? That’s the important thing?”

“Yes. New friend. Now you can understand, and talk to us.”

“Why is that important?”

They all kind of looked around, and an old fluffy orange cat that looked something like a matted cushion limped forward. It stared at her, one eye gone milky with age. “My mistress is dying,” it said, simply. “She is the cat witch, the one we speak to. She is dying.”

“You can understand us.”

“We knew you could learn the words.”

“You must help us.”

“Okay, okay, I can’t- settle, please, I can’t understand when you talk at the same time. Okay. So you want me to get a cat and talk to y’all because you need a cat witch.”

“Yes,” the ancient marmalade cat said.

“Why do you need a cat witch?”

“Tis an ancient bargain we struck, when the world was younger. Cat witches speak to us, help us carry our culture. We are so shortlived, you can carry it longer. They learn our magic. We protect.”

“So... I should go to the animal shelter then. No offense, but I have friends and whatever magic lets me get along with y’all-”

“Most of us are not tame enough to live indoors, you are right,” a really big tom said. “We have not elected. It is a choice between you and your next friend.”

“Well, okay. Um, should I- do you want me to talk to your- your mistress?”

The marmalade cat preened. “Yes. I will lead you to her. It is not far, even for humans.” There was a little snickering, which I ignored.

I followed the marmalade cat to a little old lady’s house and knocked.

She immediately scooped up the purring old cat. “There she is, Miss Betsy! Oh, you found her!”

“Yeah.” I glanced at the hilariously named Miss Betsy, but Miss Betsy was too busy purring and drooling. I sighed. “She said I needed to talk to you about this cat witch thing,” I said.

“Oh good, they found one. Yes, come in. Come in. I just made some tea, would you like some?”

I mean, I could go on, but long story short I have a new cat and an old book. Pookie is really taking to the harness, we go for walks every day and talk to the neighborhood cats. 

I try to talk to them about the dying songbird population but that’s... well, the progress hasn’t been great, honestly. I’ll keep chipping at it. I have gotten a few of them fixed, the ones who are tired of watching their kittens die. And I have taken in and fostered and rehomed so many kittens. Fortunately, stray cats are good at finding money. I don’t ask where it comes from, it’s probably better that way. 

I’m trying to get my neighbors on the harnessed cat thing and that is going pretty well, actually, especially since I am pretty good at convincing cats to wear them long enough to get used to them. Also I kind of have a... rep, now. 

So things are going as well as can be expected.

Let me tell you what, though, I am fucking pumped to go back to the zoo. 

[glassworkspiderlilies]

giyushino week wrap up!

aaaaand that’s a wrap!! thank you to the moderators of giyushinoweek, and to everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on/sent me asks about my fics!!

it was a wild ride to write 8 fics in basically a week or so; i keep saying the fics were hastily or frantically written but LMAO considering how little fic i put out nowadays and how long it usually takes me to write because i edit as i go (which means i take f o r e v e r ), i was seriously just screaming like I JUST GOTTA DO IT I JUST GOTTA GO WITH IT I DON’T HAVE TIME the entire time haha. it was really good to be able to just think of a thing and run as far as i could with it, though!! it’s been quite a long time since i was able to do that, and it was really nice to have a project to work on in the back of my head. <3

ideally, if i work myself up to it, i’d like to revisit all of these and spruce them up to post to ao3, but we’ll see. :’) 

under the cut is just some thoughts on my process during this and also writing each of the fics, if you’re interested! favorite prompt, the most difficult parts to write, what the fic was originally was, things like that. 

thank you again, everyone!! back to hibernation and occasional slow snail pace writing i go, haha.

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re: writing process -i tried writing a fic per day during the week before the actual event, which...kind of worked!! ideally, i was going to write a mostly complete fic each day, and then spend the week of the event editing each one before i posted it. what really ended up happening was that i partially wrote several, but not all of them, during the previous week, and then spent the week of finishing up, editing, or writing the whole thing more or less the day before the prompt was “due”, LMFAO. my weekday schedule is pretty structured because of work--I have maybe an hour or two of free time before i have to sleep--so i doubled down a bit more on the weekends. i know like it wasn’t imperative that i meet the “deadline”, but i really, really wanted to!! i figured i’ve written a fic per day for fandom weeks before so why can’t i do it again, but BOY i don’t know who i was back then. i mean, i still did it (yay!) but it seemed so much easier then?? either i was just writing more back then or less afraid or...something, or it’s just been so long that i don’t remember what i felt, LOL.

-i was really quite nervous in the beginning to post the fics, since again, they’re pretty hastily written and my usual writing process is much more “careful” and drawn out. but, it was also freeing as the week went on to just post and not worry, because the point of the week was to have fun, and not necessarily to write the best work i expected of myself within a limited time. (oh, how the perfectionist in me still hisses, though.) still, i’m glad people liked them, and even the extra notes that i just kinda spit out for some of them. :’) i do wish that some had gotten more attention than others, but those ones don’t show up in the tags and i’m not sure why, so. alas. 

re: the fics -confession: as of now, i feel pretty neutral about all of them, since i wrote them in a frenzy. at some point i’ll probably go back and read them and feel differently (and catch my mistakes! oh no!), haha. -a lot of them ended up being AU, which is...??? unexpected?? but i think it was just easier to put them in an entirely different setting, so i could play a bit more loose with their characters, haha. 

day 1 - glance (or hug) -this one...im pretty sure was one of the ones i waited until the last possible minute to finish up. it’s pretty basic event-wise, one of the few more regular slice-of-lifey ones for the week. it was surprisingly hard to get down the “movement” of it all; a glance is hard to describe in detail and in any other way, but i had really wanted to create kind of this...fleeting, almost nostalgic atmosphere in the back and forth of “he keeps looking, she keeps missing”, if that makes any sense. oof, it’s still hard to describe what i had wanted to achieve even outside of the fic!!

day 2 - soulmate (or family) -this one was SUPER HARD to write!!! originally i had wanted to go with a “A sees flashes of what B sees” soulmate prompt, because i figured that would be SO disorienting and would be fun to play with. but i ended up not being able to run with that one. i had also wanted to do the “soulmates write on themselves and the words show up on the other’s arm” idea, based off of what i had started in a 100 word drabble i did, but that deserved wayyyyyy more exploration and angst i was able to write in the time i’d allotted. i do like the “tattoo” soulmate aus the best, i think, and i did want to explore the one i did more, buuuut. alas. soulmates aus are something i prefer to read rather than write, i think, they can get so complicated!! 

day 3 - AU (or touch) -i’ve already made enough notes on this haha, but this ended up being a little too ambitious!! it wasn’t originally supposed to stop where it did, but i just...kinda got stuck and couldn’t bring myself to continue it, because i knew it would just keep going and needed more thinking out. so i just stopped it at the scene break, and hoped it would be decent enough. :’) surprisingly people seemed to enjoy this one most of all????? or maybe it was just the au itself that was a appealing, haha. regardless, i was surprised at the amount of notes this got!

day 4 - demon & wedding -soooooo this might’ve been my favorite prompt LMAO, like when i realized what i wanted to do for this day, i got excited because like, oooh yeah, pain. definitely wanted to go in on this to flesh out and explore various aspects more than i did, but i think of all the ones i wrote, i might be the most pleased with this one so far. 

day 5 - moon (or angst) -honestly, it’s a surprise i didn’t choose angst for day 5. writing about shinobu’s death would’ve been so easy, but i’ve seriously been putting it off since i started writing for kimetsu no yaiba. both “a blade of honey” and “if not cut at dusk”, which are my longer fics, were intended to be about shinobu’s death scene and turned into something completely different, and i ended up avoiding it for day 5 even though it could’ve been so easy. it’s denial, probably! anyway, shinobu’s MAD BOLD here. she would never. maybe. there’s two shinobus that i think about--the "usual” one, modeling herself after kanae, and one who’s more in line with her younger self/inner feelings. i think i went with the latter for a lot of these fics, because i didn’t have to be as careful with dialogue. giyu might’ve suffered character-wise, though, woops. but again, maybe shinobu would, in the vein that she wants to win and have the last laugh, haha. still, i feel more like she wouldn’t. :P oh, also, do you remember ages ago, when AMVs were still widespread, that scene that was everywhere in naruto where hinata’s bathing/training at the waterfall and it’s like really pretty and cool and stuff? yeah. that’s what i wanted this one to be, a little, LMFAO. genuinely surprised that people thought this one was pretty spicy!!

day 6 - kiss (or ocean) -confession: i wrote all of this while i was at work LOLLLL. it was a slow day, i promise. this might’ve been the easiest one to come up with, because the “quick, kiss me!” to escape situation is a classic. the characterization is preeeetttyyyyy loose here, but it was also kind of fun, honestly. my day 5 and day 6 run in pretty similar veins though, so i had kind of wished the endings were a bit more distinct from each other. 

day 7 - date (or crossover) -honestly i had wanted to do like, a soul eater crossover!! really i was planning out an au, but i think a crossover specifically has characters of two series interacting, and then i was Tired and was like, i can’t do that. crossovers aren’t something i usually read, either, so the planning got too complicated and i gave  up. the date idea was also one that came much later and one that i finished up last minute; i’d wanted to make it a little more cohesive and come up with better things for sabito’s list, but. eh. it got longer than i expected too! ideally there would’ve been more of the college life, and sabito and makomo. i thought about doing another additional notes for this, but there was wasn’t enough i had wanted to add on. really it was just the majors for them i’d been playing with--shinobu as a med student (possibly a minor in horticulture/botany, SOMEHOW), sabito & giyu as hydraulic engineering majors (sabito more on fieldwork, giyu more on research), and makomo as a marine veterinary student. shrug!! the lines of “you do realize we were set up, right” and “this was a date, tomioka-san” were the highlight for me, haha. and i’m inordinately fond of the title.

day 8 - halloween (or n*sfw) -sexy stuff isn’t my forte at all!!!! so halloween it was, but. i was thinking of skipping out on this one, and then was like, oh what the hell, you’ve come this far, of course you’re going to go the last leg, too. already wrote enough notes on this one too, but yeah, this one really was quick, and just barely meets the prompt, i think, lmao. ended up being more of a fantasy au, which was fun, though there was a lot left unexplored. ultimately just glad that i was able to come up with something for the last stretch. :)

please feel free to drop me an ask if you have any thoughts or comments! i’d love to hear your thoughts on the fics for the week, if you’d like to share. :) 

thanks for reading!!

[legion1993]

3 little words: i Love You

A/n: this is for @thisismysecrethappyplace for her challenge! *sorry this took so long girl! but here it is... im so sorry i hope this fits with all the prompts and details. hope you enjoy it.

pairing: Barry Allen x Female!reader

reader’s personal sitch: bullied by family “friends” co workers

male main is: overprotective

sitch between mains: love letters

dialogue (quote): “i was just kinda hoping that you’d… y’know… fall in love with me…”

summery: its a surprise….

masterlist

this is how your life changed, it went from one of daily turmoil and unpleasentries to one where you received your happily ever after.  this is how it happened, this is how you discovered how much your best friend really cared about you. 

your daily routine included: 

waiting 10 minutes before getting out of bed to make sure your eyes were working first. 

after getting out of bed, going to the bathroom doing your hair and smiling at yourself in the mirror. 

then going to select your outfit, something comfortable yet pleasent on the eyes. 

once that was done, do some of your daily mobile game stuff. 

then walking out the door with your bag, shoes and sometimes a jacket.

then walking to work, of course with your music rocking away in your ears, you of course had already called Jitters coffee house placing the order for your morning coffee and of course your breakfast sandwich.

stopping in and picking it up, chatting a bit with the usual barista or whoever happened to be working at that particular time.

walking out of there carefully continuing your strut all the way to the CCPD, where for about 8 months now you had faithfully fulfilled the role of CSI, while your best friend Barry Allen was in acoma after being struck by lightning. 

your only wish was to have your best friend/overprotective partner in crime solving back by your side cause without him there, work was hell for you. 

for you were bullied and teased by pretty much everyone you worked with, everyone only bullied you if the captain or Barry or iris or Joe weren’t around.  this time none of them were around, instead you were teased as soon as you walked into the station, you practically had to run through the police station, up the stairs to your’s and Barry’s lab. 

you got in there placing the coffee and your sandwich on the nearby table you fell to the ground in tears…  all you could do was wish that Barry was there, but it was getting easier to do this day by day, just involved alot of crying and lots of alcohol. 

YN (to self): “Barry come back to me, please i need you!”

all you did was repeat that over and over… but someone else happened to stumble upon your little crying session… for now it was Iris West who happened to walk in your lab slowly….

thats of course when she heard what you were saying more clearly…

Iris: “YN…”

your head turned towards the friendly, familiar voice this made you come out of your on the floor stupper, get up and run into her familiar embrace. when she pulled back she started crying with a smile on her face. 

YN: “Iris, i know why i’m crying but why are you crying?”

Iris: “it’s Barry, he’s awake!”

YN: “he is… when? for how long? how? is he okay? Where?”

Iris: “he is fine, he is at Star Labs still they are just making sure he is healthy before they let him come home. Barry wanted me to tell you that he will be back soon. now want some company while you start your work?”

YN: “i wouldnt mind, it would keep the other noses out of where they don’t belong.”

Iris: “people still giving you a hard time?”

You just nodded you couldnt even form words about it, see what had been happening was you were always seen as the burden, the over bearing know it all, seen as the one thing stopping everyone around you from being able to live their lives… 

but when you started working at the CCPD after Barry fell into acoma your only thought was doing your job, however certain of Central city’s finest didnt think you had any business at all digging your nose into the cases as CCPD’s newest CSI… 

it was always worse, like going to school with Barry people would tease you and him, teasing you guys by saying that you guys looked closer than friends… well as much as that would be a nice thought you were just grateful once you and Barry graduated high school. 

but in the back of your mind, the only part of those memories that really stuck with you were the ones that included every single time Barry would drag you away from those bullies, everyone around you guys, sometimes it was almost like he was over protective of you. 

Barry a few times got his ass kicked just because he tried to avenge your feelings, because he was the only one who was able to see through your facade, he could see that all the teasing and bullying was tearing you apart…

But nothing else was said apart from the new kind of glow about you, Iris of course was thrilled, but she could see that all the pain and sorrow you had been surrounded with when she walked in the lab had all gone away. 

your main focus right then was on the fact that Barry was awake and alive and coming back soon. 

Iris: “so what case are you working on?”

YN: “something brand new the Captain texted me that he was gonna leave samples of stuff on my desk… in a box…”

you pick up the box of evidence and smile. now you were in happy-ish work mode. 

with your new outlook nothing could bring you down, well none except for them… in the ccpd there was a pair of men, they were the same jerks from when you and Barry were in high school. every single morning they walked well more like strided into your lab and began to bug you. 

bully 1: “hey YN what do you call a lab coat with stains?“ 

bully 2: "oh look its not a lab coat its a bitch thinking she can survive in a world where she does not belong.”

Bully 1: “and look she has a friend with her… i guess its a two for one special today…”

Bully 2: “which one do you want?”

Iris came closer to you, grabbing the mop where you grabbed the broom… 

Iris: “stay back or we will make you stay back…”

Bully 1: “well then make us… little bitches.”

those bullies just stood there and didnt move or anything but the second they started laughing both you and Iris set down the mop and the broom which in turn led to both you ladies walking up to those bullies and kicking them in the balls. then running off to talk to Captain Singh. 

when you and Iris got to the stair case like 2 hallways away from the lab, Iris spotted her father and figured she would let you talk to captain singh alone. 

Iris: “ill catch you later YN!”

Iris said once both you and her got down the stairs, it was your job to get into singhs office and tell him about the bullying that was going on within the precinct walls. 

you approached his door and knocked before opening. 

YN: “captain…”

Singh: “YN,  shut the door & come in please have a seat…”

you closed the door walking over to the chair to sit down… 

YN: “as you know since starting here i have developed a routine of mostly keeping to my work, or staying close to iris or joe or even you… well thats because alot of the precinct bullies and teases me… i mean lots of people do  but the precinct does because of Barry… they think i only took a job here cause i wanted to be close to him.. thats not it at all… i love my job, its in fact one of the only jobs where i have people to shield me from the teasing and the bullying… captain i know that you havent heard about this breakthrough news yet, not many people know about it but Iris was here this morning she told me that Barry is awake and coming back soon! the people looking after him just want to run a few more tests on him to make sure he is healthy before they release him.”

singh: “well we will be pleased and honored to have Mr. Allen back at his post and i’ll be counting on you to show barry the new protocols and things. but as to the bullying issue, i’ll make a formal announcement to the entire precinct to promote the new anti bullying law… henceforth, anyone found guilty of bullying another officer or member of the ccpd shall immediately be stripped of their rank, gun, badge and be discharged… how does that sound?”

You nod your head now having the thought of Barry, Barry how the hell would he react to hearing that since he got struck by lightning you fell prey to the bullying going on under the nose of the captain. 

Singh: “shall we go make this announcement to the entire precinct and after wards i’ll personally escort you back to your lab.”

YN: “thank you captain!”

you and singh walk out of his office, no one dared to touch you nor say anything cause of course you were walking to the staircase with the captain. at the top of the staircase you and Singh turned to face the rest of the precinct. 

Singh: “attention everyone, its come to my attention very recently that there has been bullying happening within the walls of my precinct. THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE… henceforth anyone caught bullying another member of this precinct shall be stripped of their badge, their gun and be discharged from service to the CCPD. i want everyone to take note and report directly to me if there is any known bullying activity happening, names and badge numbers when you report it in. is that clear?”

everyone below agreed, then Singh turned away from you leading you back to your lab… 

Singh: “YN, i hope you know that no one will ever be able to take your position away from you… when Barry returns we will make sure to install key card access for your guys safety… but i’ll let you go back to work, and i’ll even let you take off early today. i’m sure you probably want to stop by and see Barry… or go back to your apartment and prepare to bring him home.”

at that moment before you could even say anything your phone started buzzing, it was a video chat request from Barry.. your face lit up, you turned your phone to show the captain, who bowed out gracefully. 

you went to sit at the desk full of boxes as you answered the call… 

YN: “Barry…”

Barry: “YN, looks like you are having fun!”

YN: “your ok… ive been so worried!”

Barry could just chuckle watching as you show him a huge stack of papers. 

Barry: “your worried, ive been worried. your surrounded by people who will stop at nothing to bully and torment you, who will stop at nothing but to make your life miserable. i just hope that you are gonna be able to survive till i can come back.”

YN: “when is that by the way? Iris said it would be a few days… please tell me it will be sooner than that.”

Barry: “ill be out as soon as i can! but tell me is the apartment still in tack… anyone else giving you a hard time?”

you turned your eyes towards the papers and instantly Barry knew that something was wrong… 

Barry: “is it the same idiots from high school.?”

thats when you broke down… you started crying… Barry’s only regret was that he couldnt be there to comfort you.

Barry: “as soon as i get out of this doctor office, i’ll come and i’ll save you. i promise!”

YN (sobbing): “i hope i’ll survive, the captain knows ive been getting bullied. i just hope that you are gonna be out of there soon! i really miss my roommate/best friend!”

Barry: “i miss you too… i know its been a rough few months, i also know you spent quite a few nights here right beside me, so thank you… it helped me to sub consciously keep fighting cause i knew i had something precious to come back too…”

YN: “please come back soon. i can’t express into enough words how much i miss having you around. this lab is too big for just one person. besides this work would go alot faster with another person.”

Barry laughed hearing you try to sweet talk him into coming back early. 

Barry: “well what are you working on now? cataloging or closing?”

YN: “cataloging, and its annoying cause Singh won’t ease up on how much work he is giving me… i have currently several boxes full of different cases, but alot of these have the csi listed as you, are signed with your signature, i haven’t been able to think about anything else since you got struck by lightning, i have forgotten to clean the apartment most days so now i’ve hired a maid service for us, for our apartment, i know there is nothing else i can possibly say right now that will make you come back any faster but i will say this, when you get back there will be alot of hugs & lots of dancing in the rain. like we did the night of our high school graduation.”

Barry: “lots of dancing in the rain definately. but i gotta go unfortunately the doctor wants to run more tests… physical tests but i’ll be out soon and then i’ll give you the biggest hug ever.”

You blew a kiss into the phone and watched the screen go black. the call ended, the overwhelming sense of happiness that you were feeling at that moment, was a lot better than what you had been feeling when you had been by yourself this morning. 

you finished cataloging 3 more files of paper and then made the effort to go check in with the captain before you left for the day. it was twilight when you left the station. 

of course you had taken your time with cataloging you might have even cataloged a bit more than you had hoped to do, but there was no shortage of good thoughts on your mind. 

now there had been alot of things on your mind before hand, you had so much more on your mind now. Barry was gonna be so surprised when he got back home. of course however when Barry would finally come home would be the first time in forever that you might actually want to tell him of your feelings or vise versa. 

you stopped to pick up some dinner but you couldnt keep your mind off the fact that Barry would soon be back by your side where he belonged.

meanwhile at star labs…

Barry: “how many more tests do we have to run? honestly i got a life to get back too.”

Caitlin: “you will be allowed to leave as soon as you perfect your control of your super speed. which if you complete this next simulation, you will hopefully have full control and be back home by tomorrow morning.”

Barry: “ugh, i have a girl that ive been in love with since we were in school together and i can’t survive the rest of my life, if i never have the courage to tell her how i really feel. look she has been bullied since we were in high school by these 2 idiots who now work in the ccpd. i hate the thought of her facing each day working with those 2 goons.”

Caitlin could only do so much more, so after 4 more hours of testing Barry’s abilities and vitals she realized that no matter what test she put him through, within those 4 hours he worked even harder and gained serious amounts of control over his abilities. 

Caitlin: “we are just about ready to send you home but there is something else that we would like you to do, we think you should become a hero…”

Barry: “i’ll think about it now can i please…”

thats when the star labs alarm went off… heading to the cortex, barry and caitlin met up with wells and cisco to find out the cause of the alarm. on the monitor it showed a dark barely lit alley with what looked to be a woman leaning scared against the wall with about 6 guys. 

Cisco: “im just about to pull up the audio footage…”

as soon as cisco pulled up the audio Barry took off in a black hoodie and red lightning.

in the alley

YN: “stay back leave me alone, one push of a button and this alley would be swarming with cops.”

attacker 1: “well then do it, it will make this more of a party…”

Attacker 3: “let see what she is wearing under neath that coat!”

but it was like a blur, a red, yellow blur of lightning a figure knocking away those goons before they could  surround you anymore. but you hadnt time to thank this blur before he disappeared…  for the rest of your walk home, there wasnt any noise that you heard on that walk home that didn’t make you shake…

quarter way from your apartment

it wasn’t till you arrived on the home stretch that a familiar shadow was sitting on the steps of your building’s entry way. 

Barry: “hey…”

Your brain didnt register the voice at first till their form stood and moved towards you, forcing you to stop dead in your tracks… your body already quivering, made your knees buckle from beneath you right then and there you dropped to your knees in fear… 

Barry having seen this, knowing what you went through knowing also that he couldnt say anything about what happened nor him saving you. but instead only walked a bit more till he was half visible in the street light.

you hadn’t stopped watching his form but yet still now standing right there, now under the street light your eyes now registered the voice to the figure now standing a few feet away.

YN: “Barry…”

you got up off the ground immediately and ran straight for his embrace, realizing that you were now starting to spout tears of joy…

Barry: “shh shh its okay…”

YN: “your home... but i thought...”

Barry: “they let me go early... so i got a taxi here and ive been waiting here for you to come home ever since...”

you pulled back to look at him and then went to the front door and opened it, letting both of you inside... Barry & you didn’t stop starring at eachother the entire way inside, it was nerve wrecking for both of you...

once in the apartment you had to turn away from Barry for a moment ashamed of the strewn case files everywhere.. 

Barry: “its like i never left... case files everywhere, take out on the counter.. dishes on the drying mat... let me guess the bed isnt made and the laundry is waiting to be folded...”

YN: “is it that obvious...”

Barry nodded but instantly went to work, putting trash in the trash and dishes in the cupboard... it really was like he never left... you removed your coat and your heels taking a sigh of relief... then going over to a small gift box with every single letter you had written for Barry since he had got struck by lightning.

Barry: “what ya got there...”

you brought the box over to Barry and handed it to him... 

YN: “i wrote you a letter one for every single day you were gone... they contain my thoughts, feelings, and wishes... also they tell you what happened while you were well in coma... just keep an open mind when you read them... im gonna go put on a face mask and get into something less work related... then maybe you can help me sort through these case files.”

Barry: “of course... i cant even imagine what kind of torment you went through when i was gone...”

You instantlly thought about what happened many numerous times, being sexualized and bullied and teased and pushed around. it didnt make being without barry easy but all you could do was tough it up... 

YN: “it was torture... and today wasnt much better i was chased and cornered in an alley on the way home, i was almost raped...”

you say as your walking towards the bedroom, upon hearing this though barry follows in suit, bringing his laundry bag and places it in the pile by the door. your sitting on the bed when he finally catches up to you. 

Barry: “what do you mean you almost got raped tonight?”

YN: “i mean i was walking home and i almost got raped in an alley a couple blocks away... but a red lightning blur saved me... i was able to escape... but im shaken beyond belief.”

Barry: “you are gonna be okay, now just relax... im not going anywhere...”

Barry got out of his sweater and took off his socks coming up behind you, he pulls you into his embrace and you sob uncontrollably against his chest, knowing that now he was home and you could finally rest easy.

both you and Barry now relaxing into a calm environment Barry looks at the box that he had put on his side of the bed... the box with all the letters you had written him... so with his free hand he opens the box, and begins to read the first letter...

YN (letter 1): “Barry, its been literally 24 hours since you got struck by lightning... i’m slowly getting into a different routine... one that right now till you wake up or even if you wake up.. ugh barry there are alot of things i wish i could have had the courage to tell you before but i guess telling you like this is better than not telling you at all... i love you Barry Allen... those bullies in school and at the precinct they were right to call us bf/gf... i know that you probably won’t feel the same but i hope this also doesn’t change our friendship... i really miss you... oh ya i did say precinct, Singh gave me a job as temp csi... just until we know more about whether or not you wake up...i hope you wake up soon... its gonna be torture without you around. love YN.”

Barry set that one aside to open the next one... 

YN (letter 2): “Barry, i cant take this... today i started a filing system of all the case files and stuff. i was handed a bunch of boxes and things today... of old cases and forensics that you had aparently signed off on... i still haven’t brought myself the courage to come see you yet... i know it may be foolish but i know if i come by i’ll cry. i cant do that... i’ve cried enough to last a life time between all the bullying and you being comatose, im trying to find a safe haven in anything familiar. anyway hope you come home soon. love YN.”

thats when Barry decided to stop reading for the night... he closed the box and put it on his nightstand. cuddling up still holding you he too fell into a deep slumber.

the next morning 

he woke as you did to the sound of an obnoxious buzzing, you knew it was your phone and thus moved to grab it off your nightstand, you answered it putting it on speaker.

YN: “yeah...”

Singh: “there is a case its fresh, and ripe still can you come down?”

YN: “yeah i can text me the address.”

thats when you hung up the call, knowing that your own demise would be showing up to work knowing that barry was home and not there with you... now Barry having heard your conversation  with singh got up and started getting into a clean shirt and packing his csi bag as well as yours. 

YN: “Barry what are you doing?”

Barry: “whats it look like.... im coming with you...”

You got up going behind the changing cover grabbing your capris and your fave halter with the built in bra...

YN: “dont you want to take it easy? i mean you only just spent your first night back last night...”

Barry: “when have you ever known me to take it easy?”

You stopped for a moment amidst putting on your shirt...

YN: “never... but thats not the point  you should relax...”

Barry: “no what i need to do is come with you and show those bullies that you are not to be messed with...”

you were grateful to barry for that, but you still were concerned... you finished getting dressed and came out from the cover going over to Barry giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

YN: “thank you for being so concerned for me... ill be ready to go in a few minutes...”

you went into the bathroom and started on your hair, like normal Barry came in behind you after you finished brushing the hair, Barry began to braid your hair, for he knew it was difficult with such long hair to self braid, so for as long as you could remember.

Barry: “almost ready to go?”

you pulled out your phone and opened the jitters app and this time ordered 2 cappuccinos with extra whip & Chocolate drizzle... you knew the order would be ready by the time you guys got there...

you put on your shoes and smiled wide as arm in arm you exited the apartment with Barry. it made you feel normal once more. walking down the street towards jitters, Barry walking in stride with you inside jitters everyone there was impressed. they started clapping. 

the waitress handed you and Barry the cappuccinos and that when your phone dinged it was Singh with the address. you showed it to Barry who walked ahead of you to open the door of Jitters and walk out the door with you.

Barry: “lets go and see this crime scene... its just up the block...”

approaching the crime scene, you and Barry flashed your badges. officers starred at you guys, some of them clapped and welcomed Barry back...

Singh: “so this is your daily surprise! welcome back Barry!”

Barry: “than you Captain... for also looking after YN while i was gone... i know i have alot to make up for but i hope i can start by helping sweep the area for clues.”

Singh: “well then ill leave my 2 best csi’s to their jobs and ill expet a detailed report on your findings...”

you and barry nod, beginning to survey the scene. you went after prints and a few other things. Barry took photos of the scene, there was alot of blood and torn off limbs. 

YN: “whatever did this must have enjoyed themselves?”

Barry: “must have but wha...”

Barry kneels down and sighs...

Barry: “YN come here and bring gloves with sample collectors.”

you brought over the gloves and sample collectors, but saw the horror before your eyes at what appeared to be shedded skin. you and Barry decided to contain as much of it as possible, for testing and further investigation.

YN: “it looks like someone shed this like a snake...”

Barry: “it does but lets collect all the other evidence and head to the lab, we need to start on this ASAP!”

YN: “i cant wait to start this with you... i look forward to it. lets go... wait till you see the new filing system that ive done with the lab...”

Barry smiles walking back and grabbing both of your bags and walking back to you grabbing both your pairs of gloves and throwing them in the trash both yo and barry get a heroes escort back to the station. 

walking inside you felt safe, those bullies who had bullied you day in and day out didnt dare to bother you then for it became immediately clear that they wouldnt be able to touch you.

you led Barry up the stairs to the lab so familiar to both of you now. it was Barry who spoke about how the lab looked.

Barry: “i assume that you made these organizational changes cause it would be easier for us!”

YN: “yep, is that ok?”

Barry: “yep, now lets start the analysis!”

you and barry working together analyzing evidence something you had only dreamed about for the passed 9 months. but something didnt seem right, something seemed off... 

you went over to the computer while barry was getting lunch and accessed the street cam from the alley where you were attacked, you cut the clip of who or whatever saved you but something was off, you didnt know what...

Barry came back with food and saw you looking at the blur photo, he then realized that if something wasnt said soon, you were gonna probably never believe him... 

this however is when things fell apart... the entire lab went dark, Barry tripped over a chair dropping your shared lunch, then a figure with a slight glow about them appeared behind you and whisked you out of the lab with you screaming and kicking but it didnt do any good. 

this left Barry very distraught, this was what he was afraid of...  he used his speed to leave out of the fire escape and ran to star labs.

Barry: “you guys think i should be a hero well here is my chance to find out if i can be one... my friend, the one i spoke to on the phone, the one that i saved from being raped in that alley, the one that wrote me a letter for every single day i was in acoma, the one who in her first letter admitted she loved me, she just got kidnapped from our work, from our office, i need to get her back...”

Cisco:  “i have just the thing that you can use to conceal your identity to save your girl.”

cisco pressed a button and revealed a red suit with a lightning bolt logo. 

Cisco: “it will not burn nor crisp, it will move with you and allow your electrical current through your body, as well as communicate with us here, and it will also..”

Caitlyn: “it will also allow us to monitor your vitals and health in battle, as well as it gives us the ability to shock resuscitate you should anything happen to knock you unconscious.”

Wells: “we will be right here if you need us mr allen. Now Run Barry Run!”

Barry runs in a flash of red and yellow lightning to the suit and back out the door. Cisco pinged your location sending it to Barry, who runs faster finding that he can’t help but feel somewhat responsible for this.

Barry: “hold on YN im coming.”

meanwhile

in an abandoned werehouse near the docks you were being dangled by a chain over a big cylinder of some sort of stinky liquid. one of the bullies from the precinct was standing above you he was glowing, then he stepped into the light.

YN: “you killed those people, you shedded your skin... what the hell do you want?”

Carl: “well thats simple, i want to mate... see did you know that a reptile needs to mate every spring and sometimes its with their own offspring... well your not my offspring but you will do for the mating ritual, just have to make you like me first.”

you screamed as he dove toward you and shredded your capri’s and then dove into the stinky liquid below. you were horrified you tried to climb the chain but it didnt work, it was about 10 minutes later when the bully Carl came out of the liquid. 

Carl walked off the platform and over to the control panel he swings the chain probably making himself hard on hearing you scream, but that was also the moment when he grabbed you mid swing and pinned you to the platform.

at that moment something else came onto the werehouse property... or rather someone, someone who just so happened to hear you scream...

Flash: “hey lizard breath let her go...”

Carl: “why should i take orders from a man dressed in spandex?”

Flash: “first, of all its leather and second, thats not how you treat a lady.”

carl  just went back to roaming his hands along your body and all Barry could see was red, he took a risk and ran up the ladder and bowled into carl, though doing that caused you to go flying.

the chain came loose you were starting to slowly descend towards the liquid below. this cause another scream to leave your mouth, Barry upon hearing this takes a running leap of faith, catching you mid air he lands by the entrance holding you in his arms. 

Flash: “are you alright?”

YN: “i knew you would come for me... yes im okay... a little disoriented but am okay... but find him, he cannot be allowed to escape justice.”

Flash: “dont worry he wont...”

flash sets you down on your feet and speeds back inside, you hear a couple distorted grunts and then a woosh comes passed you. suddenly the same blur that saved you from the alley way the other night was now standing right in front of you.

Flash: “ive sent a anonymous call to the ccpd, they are dispatching some officeers to collect him when they do they will take him to Belle Reeve cause clearly he needs psychological and physical attention. but ccpd will be here soon, is there some place i can take you?”

YN: “i left my stuff in my lab back at ccpd, there is a fire exit at the back of the building, you can get in through there, its on the second floor. plus my csi partner and best friend will be worried about me, he is a little over protective, you know he has that over protective demenor that just makes me swoon whenever he is around. i’m so sorry you probably dont want to hear about this.”

Flash: “its okay, i kinda know how you feel, but lets get you back to your lab... can i carry you?”

You nod your head feeling strange but yet it didnt occur to yoou till your vision started to blur... Barry noticed it right away his visible features flooding with concern.

Flash: “hold on, miss, miss...”

Barry ran all the way to Central City General, where he proceeded to run you inside placing you in the care of some nurses he carefully but yet a bit quickly explained what happened. you had your ID in your shirt and you happened to still have your badge around your neck... 

they knew exactly who you were... the nurses took charge of you, Barry however left his ccell number with them as an emergency contact for her... he then went and ran back to star labs where he dropped off the suit and ran back to ccpd...

Singh walked in to find Barry lying on the floor unconcious... Barry having only been like that a few moments woke up slowly to singh shaking him gently...

Barry: “captain YN was taken it was carl and...”

Singh: “we know we have carl in custody who keeps raving on about a red and yellow blur rescuing YN...”

thats of course when Barry’s phone rang... 

Barry: “Barry Allen...”

Nurse 1: “Mr Allen My Name is Niomi, i am calling from Centra City General in regards to a YN YLN she was brought in by a guy in a red leather suit anyway she has been tested for a positive for snake venom... we are working on a cure, but can you come down?”

Barry having heard this, his face swarmed with panic flooding his initial facials... 

Barry: “oh god ill be there as quickly as i can... does she need anything?”

Niomi: “we got her a change of clothes from the gift shop on the house, but we do need to see her medical card and verify a few things... but mostly i think she would love it if you were here.”

Barry: “ill be there soon, my police captain is coming as well. thank you.”

Barry and Singh were out the door  faster than a speeding bullet, Singh used the siren to bypass all the evening traffic, arriving at the hospital they parked and ran inside. 

Naiomi instantly recognized the worried look on Barry’s face.

Naomi: “you must be barry...”

Barry: “where is she? ill verify anything that needs, ill sign whatever needs just let me see her please...”

Singh placed a hand on Barry’s shoulder and smiled lightly...

Singh: “ill verify and sign papers and information for YN, Barry you should be at her side...”

Barry: “thank you captain.”

Singh walks up to the desk, while Barry is led by Naomi to the room where you were solely placed. Barry’s expression was written clear on his face, he was seeing you the way you had probably seen him when he fell into coma. 

Barry: “please tell me what you guys can do to fix this?”

Naomi: “We are mixing more of the cure as we speak, the cdc is set up here already we had a few other cases like YN so we have been manufacturing it all day... its only a few hours away from being done. not to worry Barry, we willl do everything in our power to cure her, so you can tell her you love her..”

Barry looked at Naomi shocked...

Barry: “how did you...?”

Naomi: “simple ive seen enough people with pent up feelings of love to know the look when i see it... believe me mr Allen she is gonna be fine.”

Barry: “am i allowed to crawl into the bed and cuddle her in my lap, i wont knock out any of the cords i just want to hold her...”

Naomi: “come remove your shoes and place them on the chair with your coat and bag, ill help you get comfortable holding her so we can still have access to her IV for administering the cure.”

Barry did as asked, crawling into the bed holding you as he did, Naomi placed a blanket over both of you and turned the light on low. she left the room, Barry placed his phone on the table beside the bed. 

Barry: “im so sorry YN... i should have used my abilities, you shouldnt have been taken, not when i know i could have saved you. come on YN wake up, baby...”

Barry was lost in holding you close that he soon lost track of time, for a few short hours had passed before Naomi came into the room, Barry looked up his eyes blood shot from his having been crying. Naomi walked over to the IV Bag and replaced the bag and nodded at Barry whose eyes lit up.

Barry: “thats the...”

Naomi: “yes thats the cure. we will know if it worked within a few hours, try to get some rest Barry, when she wakes she will tell you i’m sure.”

Barry watched Naomi leave the room and gently leaned down to kiss your forehead...

Barry: “please come back to me, i love you...”

Barry knew how to tell if you were awake, he leaned the bed back almost all the way before he allowed sleep to over take him. it had once more been several hours before Barry was felt you move in his arms. 

you had been awake for a little bit but didnt move till now cause you wanted to enjoy being in Barry’s grasp.

Barry: “your awake!”

YN: “shhh not so loud, ive got a bit of a headache.”

Barry kissed your forehead gently and you stayed in his arm till you moved slightly and felt the iv start to sting... Barry helped you press the call button and Naomi came in...

Naomi: “YN glad to see your awake, i’m Naomi ive been looking after you. what can i do for you?”

YN: “im pretty sure the iv isnt supposed to be stinging is it?”

Naomi comes over to take a look...

Naomi: “it got a little out of place not to worry ill take care of that... you both can continue your little conversation...”

Barry and you watched Naomi fix your iv and put a new bag on before she left, you had been able to tell for a while now that Barry had something to tell you...

YN: “spill Barry... what is it that you want to tell me?”

Barry: “what do you remember about what happened to you?”

you had to think about it while leaning your head closer to Barry’s chest, the flashes of last nights events came rushing back at you.

YN: “carl was the shedding monster, he scratched me, he tried to rape me... Barry it was awful...”

Barry: “anything else..?”

YN: “yes there was a man, in red, with lightning speed, he saved me before i could hit the acid or whatever was in that container. he had this look about him like he knew me... like he was somewhat protective of me... but of course no where near as protective as you are Barry. why do you ask?”

Barry: “what if i told you that when i got struck by lightning it changed me...”

you looked up at Barry almost flooded with concern before you realized that ya it wouldnt surprise you if it did.

YN: “Barry any traumatic experience such as getting poisoned or getting struck by lightning changes a person drastically...”

Barry breathed in slightly before speaking again.

Barry: “what if i told you that getting struck by lightning it gave me abilities... ones that would allow me to lets say save you from getting raped in an alleyway, or from getting turned into snake woman...”

YN: “what if i said that i heard what you said last night...”

Barry: “you heard me say what...”

YN: “that you should have used your abilities, that i shouldnt have been taken, i heard you call me baby, i also heard you say 3 more words to me. but before we get into that... why wouldnt you have told me that you were the person who saved me right off the hop...”

Barry: “cause i didnt know if it would change how you felt about me. i read 2 of your letters the night i came home. i know how you feel about me... for many years YN ive stood by your side as your best friend and i always well, i was just kinda hoping that you’d... well ya know... fall in love with me...”

you smile and reach up with your not iv’d arm and cup Barry’s face... the glow in his eyes was only ever seen one other time before this moment by you, that was the night of your guys high school graduation where you both shared a drunken quiet moment in the school garden.

anyway long story short, Barry leaned into your touch and smiled.

Barry: “i love you YN...”

the kissing began quite quickly...

[your-iron-lung]

The Language of Birds

A man saw a bird and found him beautiful. The bird had a song inside him, and feathers. Sometimes the man felt like the bird and sometimes the man felt like a stone- solid, inevitable- but mostly he felt like a bird, or that there was a bird inside him, or that something inside him was like a bird fluttering. 

This went on for a long time.

-Richard Siken

available to read on A03 HERE

Sometimes love manifests itself as a disease; nigh incurable and invariably fatal. Hanahaki, they call it- the disease of flowers. 

Steve has lived his entire life with it, managing the symptoms as best he can until he simply can’t any longer.  He’s never met anyone else who’s suffered the same way until Billy Hargrove.

Pairing: One-sided/unrequited Harringrove

Word Count: 2349

Rating: Non-explicit

so um. an overwhelming amount of people wanted a sequel to ‘The Language of Flowers’, or at the very least a happy ending variant but uhhhhh

:^)

i am a creature that thrives off of sadness and misery im sorry

The first time it happens, he doesn’t understand why the rest of his elementary school friends run from him screaming ‘cooties!’ at the top of their lungs.

Steve holds the yellow flower petal in his hand and cries because he doesn’t understand what it means, or why it came from so deep within his itchy throat. His mom thought he’d had something called ‘strep’, but when the beautiful, kind Ms. Julia takes him to the school nurse he finds out she was wrong.

Both Ms. Julia and the nurse share a worried glance when he presents his flower petals to them. The nurse calls his mom, and for a moment Steve believes he’s in trouble, but if being in trouble means he gets to spend some extra time alone with his teacher, then, well, maybe getting into trouble is worth it.

His mom picks him up from school early, but instead of going home she takes him to an emergency doctor even though he doesn’t feel sick. She looks so scared that Steve becomes scared, worried of what he’s done wrong to prompt this trip.

He asks her what’s wrong, why the strep is causing flower petals to push up out of his throat, but she doesn’t answer; only attempts to comfort him by repeatedly saying: “It’s nothing, sweetheart, don’t worry. You’re okay.”

But the doctor disagrees with her when they finally arrive.

The doctor is young, but is already outstanding in her field. She’s the only doctor close to Hawkins that treats Hanahaki Disease, but she’s never had to treat it in a patient as young as the little Harrington boy.

“It’s rare, but not entirely unheard of,” she says to Mrs. Harrington, who has tears in her eyes and won’t take her hand away from her mouth, already grieving. Steve watches them talk from atop the examination table, holding a few of the yellow petals in his hands. They’re soft and velvety; smooth to the touch, and he doesn’t know why they should be causing his mother so much distress. “Children fall in love with things all the time; just because they’re young doesn’t mean they’re immune to their feelings.”

The doctor turns away from his mother and smiles at Steve, coaxing a shy smile from him in return.

“What’s the name of your favourite teacher at school, Steve?” she asks, and Steve’s shy smile transforms instantly into one that is so much more genuine; he even starts to giggle.

“Missus Julia.”

“Is she nice?” Steve nods, fingers tightening around the petals. “Pretty too I bet, huh?”

“Yes,” he replies. “She smiles at me every day.”

The doctor turns a knowing look to his mother, who finally takes her hand away from her mouth to speak.

“Is it- will he be okay?”

“Hanahaki is 100% treatable, but I’d like to take some x-rays to get a better idea of what we’re dealing with here.”

Steve’s mother nods, and the doctor takes him by the hand and leads him out of the room.

The technicians take the x-rays, cooing over how adorable little Steve is. The doctor of course agrees that he is, but this is a medical practice, so could they please not get too distracted? The x-rays come back quickly enough after their exchange, and the doctor is dismayed by what she sees. Steve’s condition is abnormal in more ways than one, which is saddening, because his capacity for love is so strong.

Even still, she understands his life is on the line, and the disease must be treated.

“In most cases, Hanahaki manifests itself in the host’s lungs,” she begins, speaking slowly as she pins up the x-rays to the light board for Mrs. Harrington to observe, “but in Steve’s case, it appears to have taken root in his heart-”

“His heart?!”

“Yes,” she replies calmly, aware that Steve is monitoring their reactions. “Again, it’s not untreatable, but the usual recommended surgery to remove it is invasive, and not generally recommended for a patient his age.”

Mrs. Harrington starts to cry, and the doctor really wishes she hadn’t. It’s not an ideal situation, but it’s not like her son is dead. On the examination table behind them, Steve shares in his mother’s grief and also begins to cry.

He sees the doctor off and on throughout his life. His unique condition requires routine monitoring to adjust medication doses in order to keep the flower from completely harvesting his heart, because no one wants to have to put him through the open-heart surgery to remove it. They become friends, in a word- about as good of friends as a doctor who treats a patient with a chronic heart condition can be friends- and he’s never really been unhappy to see her until his break up with Nancy.

His medicine stops working. The flowers and pain in his heart become more persistent, and he’s ashamed to admit that he breaks down in the exam room over it.

“Bullshit,” he mutters, spitting Nancy’s words out with disgust. He reaches into his mouth and pulls out a petal that’s been caught in his throat for the past hour. “It was all just bullshit to her.”

His doctor smiles a bit sardonically, and she wishes she could tell Steve that first loves often are just bullshit, but she’s not a therapist and doesn’t want to invalidate his feelings, although she knows that Nancy is just one of many in a long series of heartaches for Steve.

“How long have your symptoms been persisting?” she asks, kindly ignoring his tears as he wipes them away.

“Couple of weeks. A few months, maybe.”

“Steve.” She doesn’t bother hiding her disapproval, her brow furrowing as she admonishes him. “Months? You should’ve come sooner; you can’t afford to go months without treatment!”

“I didn’t want to believe it, alright?!” he says angrily, though most of his anger is directed towards himself for believing everything was fine in spite of the evidence. “We were happy; she told me she loved me, kept telling me she loved me, so how could I be choking up those fucking flowers if that were true?” He sniffles and looks up at the ceiling for a moment, collecting himself before he can address his physician again. “I mean, would you believe it, if someone kept saying that to you?”

Her professionalism keeps her from answering honestly.

“I would have come to see me the minute I realized my medication stopped working,” she says and sighs, studying him for a minute. That great capacity to love that he’s carried with him since he was a child is still strong, and she’s comforted by that thought, but at the same time it’s worrisome. “The growth in your heart could have advanced; we need to make sure it hasn’t.”

He touches his hand to his chest briefly, still wallowing in his sadness, and she sympathizes for him, she really does, but he’s treading a very fine line: to let the disease advance any further could result in surgery. Steve stays quiet while the x-rays get taken, and his doctor is relieved to see that the flower’s growth has been minimal. The roots have spread, yes, but it isn’t gotten to the point where he needs the surgery just yet, though there isn’t much point in fighting the inevitable.

“Don’t do this again, Steve; you’re really pushing your limits here.”

She ups the dosage on his medication and prescribes him an anti-depressant and releases him back into the world he can’t afford to love too strongly.

When Billy goes down hard on the court after being shoved violently aside in what should have been called out as a foul, everyone expects him to get back up and start a fight over it, but he doesn’t. No one’s sure what to do when he starts coughing, and Steve swears the whole gymnasium goes quiet just so they can listen to each strangled intake of breath.

His teammates cast nervous looks at each other, but no one makes a move to help him. As captain of the team, Steve takes the initiative and jogs over to his side to try and help him up. Billy brushes him aside but he persists, reaching out his hand for support but stalls when Billy throws up, a horrific mixture of blood and flowers spewing across the midcourt line.

“Holy shit dude,” he says, brown eyes blown wide at the familiar sight.

“Fuck off,” Billy hisses before fleeing the scene, leaving the mess for the Belleview High janitor to mop up so they can finish their game.

Steve watches Billy’s health deteriorate rapidly over the course of the next few weeks, and it’s like he’s seeing an alternate version of himself that decided to rot instead of seek help with treating the symptoms.

It’s agonizing seeing him like this; suffering to maintain an image that is losing value the more time that passes.

So he tells him about his doctor; about the options she provides so that maybe he doesn’t have to die if he doesn’t actually want to, because despite what he says, there’s a spark in his eye that shines when he looks at Steve that suggests he isn’t seeking death quite as hard as he lets on that he is.

In the end, he gets the treatment. Goes to see Steve’s doctor and comes back to school healthy as ever, physically. He does a good job of hiding it, but Steve can tell that, emotionally, Billy hasn’t healed, and there’s something about his sorrowful looks and how beautiful his personal tragedy is that draws Steve in, compels him to care despite his best efforts not to. Billy’s not the first boy he’s managed to develop strong feelings for, but when the flowers come back, again, he tries to tell himself that he’s wrong: there’s no way in hell he’s fallen for Billy Hargrove.

Except, the flowers are different this time.

For as long as he can remember, the flowers he’s been infected with have always been the same colour and texture: for his elementary school teacher, for his middle school crush, for the French foreign exchange boy that came to Hawkins freshman year, and even for Nancy, the flowers in his heart have always manifested themselves as soft and yellow. But the flowers he coughs up for Billy aren’t yellow, or velvety soft to the touch- no, instead he finds himself coughing up husks. Paper-thin, dried up, brittle petals that cause tears in his throat when he coughs that give the little grey shreds some colour.

When he coughs up flower petals this time, they’re dead.

He panics; what does it mean? What could it mean? It’s related to Billy in some regard, but his fear prevents him from thinking too much about it.

His medicine stops working and the coughing gets worse. Steve heeds his doctor’s prior advice and immediately goes to see her, but she isn’t as surprised as he thought she’d be.

Just like with the rest of the circumstances surrounding his variant of the disease, it’s extremely rare, but not entirely unheard of.

“It happens, from time to time,” she explains, studying one of the petals that Steve coughs up. It falls apart easily in her fingers, but has hard edges that’ve been tearing up her patient’s throat.

“Why?” Steve asks, and his voice is hoarse from the abuse it’s been enduring. “It’s never been like this before.”

His doctor tilts her hand over the little garbage bin in the room and lets the fragile petals fall in. She wipes her hand clean of the remains and then takes a seat on a little black stool, flipping through Steve’s file.

With a deep intake of breath, she sets the file aside and looks Steve in the eye. “When a patient exhibits symptoms like this, it’s because the subject of their affection physically isn’t capable of reciprocating.”

“What does that mean?” He feigns ignorance, but he understands the implication of her words.

Billy. Billy had liked him; had had real, genuine feelings for him that had eventually begun to kill him, and Steve had so callously rejected him- told him to get them cut out and to move on.

“I mean, why let yourself suffer over someone who doesn’t even like you back, right?”

But how could he have known? How could he have possibly known?

There was nothing, never an indicator that Billy could have ever liked him- except, except for all the side-long glances Steve had pretended to ignore. The way Billy always sought him out after their team won a game to softly touch him on the back in shared congratulation with a hand that always lingered a little too long. The smiles, the goading, the pathetic attempts to always be in Steve’s periphery to just be able to look at him.

His chest feels heavy, and his heart aches like the roots of his disease are strangling it when he remembers the gory mixture of flowers and blood Billy spit out for him.

“You know what it means,” his doctor says with a soft voice, watching him somberly as he blinks out a few tears. “We’re going to have to remove it now, Steve, do you understand? It’s in its final stages now.”

Steve nods, shakes his head, lets out an abrupt sob and nods again.

He lets her call his mom from her office to talk about his progress and to schedule the surgery.

Because of the severity of his operation, Steve is benched from playing in any of the remaining games his team has left in the season, but that’s fine; Steve finds it very hard to care about the sport when Billy won’t even look at him anymore. The asshole doesn’t even try to rile him up the way he used to, and half the fun of playing on a team with a man like that was the competition between them.

But now there’s nothing left.

Steve’s chest still hurts, but it’s only because he’s recovering now.

[jincherie]

Inheritance | Afterstory [M]

Pairing: Yoongi x reader Genre: hybrid!au, fluff, smut, hybrid!yoongi Words: 8.8k+ Rating: nsfw Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, slight cumplay, multipe orgasms, hybrid sex lol Notes: SURPRISE @yminie EVEN THO IM PRETTY SURE U PROLLY GUESSED WHAT I WAS WRITING LMAO ENJOY!!

Ever since Yoongi kissed you that day, there’s been tension between you and all it takes to prompt a resolution is a little bit of catnip.

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It had been three weeks.

Three weeks since your aunts had dropped by to try and take Yoongi one last time, three weeks since Taehyung had stopped them with the help of his boss, and three weeks…

Three weeks since Yoongi, caught up in the moment, had kissed you.

Much to your regret, it wasn’t something either of you had touched on yet. In fact, the two of you had been dancing quite spectacularly around the subject. You’d say it was almost as though it had never happened, except that wouldn’t exactly be true— now there was a certain tension in the air, an atmosphere between the two of you that seemed to sizzle the closer you got to each other and crackle like electricity down your spine when your eyes met across the room. There was something new in his gaze; a want, a yearning, and you were willing to bet it was reflected in your own.

Rising sexual tensions aside, everything else had been pretty much smooth sailing. When you weren’t avoiding the other’s eyes across the room, you were still spending amicable time together, watching movies, cooking, the like. To be honest, it was getting pretty domestic, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, and could hardly ignore the tiny storm of butterflies the thought elicited within you. Yoongi’s kiss had stirred up all the emotions you’d been putting aside while living with him and over the three weeks that had passed you’d come to realise that they weren’t just fleeting, but you truly did like him. You cared for him so much, and in such little time he’d managed to firmly embed himself into your heart.

It was the loud ringing of the doorbell throughout the house that tore you from your current train of thought. There was a split second of confusion ebbing at your mind before you remembered Taehyung was coming over today with one of his hybrid friends from the shelter. You’d met Jimin before with Yoongi, and while he had been shy at first he’d warmed up to you quickly, and in no time at all the Pomeranian hybrid was cuddling up to you, shamelessly asking for pets, and playing with Yoongi. Something about the hyperactivity of the puppy hybrid awoke a set of instincts that usually lay dormant within Yoongi, and he’d really let go and play. Video games, board games, even play wrestling— the panther side of Yoongi, the predator side, was happy to have a playmate and an outlet for the restless energy you didn’t even realise he had.

But even though Yoongi liked Jimin, and was glad to have a playmate, you could tell there were times when he wasn’t quite so fond of him. The feline hadn’t spoken a word to you about it, but you could just… tell. Whenever Jimin touched you, whenever you pet him or scratched behind his ears, whenever you paid him the slightest bit more attention, there would be a peculiar glint in Yoongi’s eyes, a shift in his gaze and a slight tick in his jaw that told you he wasn’t pleased. You were inclined to think that what was ailing him so was jealousy, as each time after Jimin left Yoongi would pull you to the couch and wriggle close, demanding pets and attention and not letting you get up until he was either asleep or satisfied. After cuddling you and rubbing his face against your thighs when you scratched behind his ears, his loud, rumbling purrs filling the air, he would sniff you as discreetly as he could and if satisfied, he’d allow you to get up. However, how discreet Yoongi thought he was being didn’t always match up with how discreet he was actually being, and you noticed the action each time he did it. You’d asked Taehyung about it, and with a sly, knowing smile the blonde had informed you that you probably smelt like Jimin after spending time with him, and Yoongi didn’t like that, so he was covering you in his own scent once more. The words had caused a hot blush to rise to your cheeks, and your tummy to do several small flips. The action was oddly possessive, and were it anyone else it might have sat wrong with you, but it was Yoongi and instead it caused a thrill to race down your spine.

When you pulled the door open you were met with two grinning faces, one looking a whole lot more sheepish than the other. You grinned, stepping back to allow them in, “Ah, finally. I was wondering when you’d get here.”

A bluff, considering you’d forgotten they were even coming until they’d rung the doorbell. Jimin grinned, rushing in with a wagging tail and pausing only to deliver a tiny lick of greeting onto your cheek. Like you usually did when he did this, you blushed, and Taehyung laughed at your expression as he stepped in after his friend.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he apologised, sheepish. “There was a bit of a… mishap, at the shelter.”

At the mention of the event Jimin burst into light, pleasant peals of laughter, moving into the kitchen, his tail still wagging happily behind him. You followed after him, shooting Taehyung a curious look— you hadn’t realised they were actually late, of course, so you were curious as to what story the blonde had for you today.

“What happened?” you queried as the three of you arrived at the kitchen, and you resumed stirring the cookie dough as you had been before they arrived.

Jimin giggled once more and Taehyung let out a dramatic sigh as they both took a seat on the stools opposite you. You weren’t sure where Yoongi was currently, but if you had to hazard a guess you’d probably say he was napping in his room. He’d join you whenever he woke up.

“Well, we got a shipment in today,” he began, gesticulating grandly for your viewing pleasure. It brought a smile to your face as you continued mixing the dough. “Of catnip. We keep it for soothing purposes mostly, since when used in moderation and mixed into teas it’s been shown to mollify feline hybrids that are particularly anxious or wound up. Anyway, we got a really big shipment— like three boxes.”

Jimin was grinning, and you had to wonder where this particular tale was going that he found so hilarious. Taehyung continued, “Keep in mind these boxes are literally full of catnip. Anyway, we managed to get 2 of these big boxes into the storeroom out back, but the third one… the third one didn’t quite make it.”

Taehyung let out a great sigh for dramatic effect and you found yourself chuckling alongside Jimin. “Joon was carrying in the third box, and I don’t know if you remember but Namjoon hasn’t always been the most graceful being to walk this earth. He got like two steps through the door before he tripped,” Taehyung made a face, bringing his hand to his forehead. “He tripped, and the box went flying, and when it hit the floor… catnip went everywhere.”

You burst into laughter, Taehyung continuing with wide eyes, “And when I say everywhere, y/n, I mean everywhere. All over the floor, the walls, the counters— and most importantly, all over me,” he allowed himself a brief second of grief. “I didn’t even have time to change before coming here, there was so much.”

You couldn’t stop laughing, imagining your tall, lanky friend Namjoon tripping on air and the box in his arms flailing through the air so vividly in your mind you were concerned tears were going to start coming from your eyes. Taehyung resumed his tale, rising from his seat and coming around the counter to retrieve a drink.

“Anyway, catnip was everywhere— pretty much still is, despite how much we cleaned up,” he said as he retrieved a glass from the cupboard behind you. “And now the feline hybrids are all over the place. It affects each of them differently, you see. Some, if not most, get high— this is usually the domestic cat hybrids and similar types. But for some, usually predator type feline hybrids, it sort of… awakens their instincts more, that primal side of them that usually lays dormant. They’re more emotionally volatile, their instincts are stronger, and their senses are heightened. So some got high as hell and some got moody, and some… got horny.”

Jimin was giggling, “Poor Jungkookie hasn’t left his room ever since this morning,” he said, meeting your questioning gaze as you tried to get your laughter down. “He’s a clouded leopard hybrid and being surrounded by that much catnip really set him off.”

You had the decency to blush despite your chuckling, and Taehyung laughed, pouring some juice into his cup after peering into the fridge for a good ten seconds. He gulped it down, letting out a happy noise when he was finished. “Ah, Jungkook’s probably gotten very well acquainted with his right hand tod—AH WOAH!”

In his dramatic turn to illustrate his point, Taehyung swung and moved to leave the kitchen, walking right smack into Yoongi. The hybrid let out a noise of alarm, and, to your shock and surprise, upon collision a massive cloud of dust entered the air from Taehyung’s sweater. Both of them sputtered, Yoongi lurching away and coughing a bit, sniffling to try and get it out of his nose but instead just inhaling more. You retrieved a glass of water for him as he glared at Taehyung.

“What the hell? Did you walk through a dust cloud on the way here or something?” he coughed, pausing his glare to send you a fond look when you passed him the glass.

Taehyung was waving the dust out of his face, hacking slightly. “Somewhat,” he answered, making a face.

Jimin was snickering by the bench but went ignored as the two of them regained control of their lungs. Yoongi sniffled, offering Taehyung another glare before speaking, “I came down to ask y/n if she wanted to watch a movie with me, but since you guys are here I guess you can come too.”

Taehyung clapped his hands together, and Jimin let out a happy noise as he jumped from the stool and ran over, gripping Yoongi’s arm and dragging him to the living room. “Yes! A movie sounds so fun, let’s go!”

You and Taehyung followed the two hybrids to the living room where Yoongi had already set up a movie. You went to sit next to your hybrid— you blushed at how embarrassing it was that you’d just thought that— but before you could get close Jimin’s hand shot out to grasp your own and he yanked you down next to him instead. He leant forward to brush his nose against your cheek briefly before pulling back and beaming at you with a smile both of you knew you couldn’t resist, “Can you pet me while we watch, y/n? I never get petted anymore, Taehyung is always too busy being a traitor and brushing Jungkook’s hair or tail, or giving other hybrids pets.”

You glanced at Taehyung to see him rolling his eyes with an amused grin. “Jiminie I pet you all the time, you greedy Pomeranian.”

Jimin continued smiling at you, as though Taehyung had never spoken, and as expected you caved. A smile of your own slipped onto your face as you obliged the puppy hybrid and reached up to run your fingers through his hair, scratching behind his ear. Immediately a thumping noise could be heard as Jimin’s tail wagged furiously and hit the couch behind him, his face contorting in satisfaction.

You could feel a gaze burning into you from the second your fingers brushed against Jimin’s honey blonde hair, and decided to just continue and ignore it. You could tell Yoongi was jealous, but you were surprised he had managed to get to that point so quickly. It usually took a lot longer and a lot more than just petting Jimin. However, the thought of Yoongi growing jealous so quickly over you touching someone else sent a peculiar thrill down your spine, and a part of you secretly hoped that it might prompt him into action and you could both finally talk about the kiss that had left things so tense between you.

The movie started, and you divided half of your attention to petting Jimin. You knew he got more than enough attention and pets at the shelter, but for whatever reason he especially enjoyed yours, and you didn’t see a reason why you shouldn’t indulge him. There wasn’t any harm in it, and he didn’t come around too often anyway. The hybrid practically melted under your touch, tail wagging a mile a minute, and he leaned heavily on you in satisfaction. You could still feel pointed eyes on you, but you kept your gaze either on Jimin or the tv. You shouldn’t be pushing it, shouldn’t be playing with him like this, but you were sick of waiting for one of you to finally take action and with this you were hoping it might finally prompt him.

Not even ten minutes into the movie, and Yoongi began to shift from next to Jimin. He wriggled and readjusted himself, shifting constantly in the corner of your eye, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say something was itching him. Another 5 minutes went by, and Jimin went to move and lay on your lap, nudging Yoongi, when a growl split the air.

Your gaze, along with Taehyung’s and Jimin’s, whipped to Yoongi, your eyes wide. The panther hybrid was glaring at where Jimin had nudged him, and where he was half-sprawled across your lap.

“Yoongi, are you alr—” you began, but he jerked, snapping suddenly as he tore his gaze away.

“I’m fine,” he hissed, the sound sharp against your ears and slightly cutting against the tender flesh of your heart. Your eyebrows shot up, alarm niggling at the back of your mind. Well, this was spectacularly out of character— even if Yoongi was jealous, he would never take it out on anyone around him. Concern was next to make itself known to you; Yoongi continued shifting, sniffing every so often and wrinkling his nose in discomfort. You could visibly see it as he grew more agitated with each minute that passed.

The whole time, you hadn’t stopped petting Jimin, and his tail was still wagging happily, if less wildly. Yoongi broke his eyes from the TV for the first time since speaking and immediately his gaze fell upon you— or rather, what you were doing.  A deep, rumbling noise that caused the hairs at the back of your neck to raise emanated from the panther’s chest and he shot up, tearing from the couch.

“I’m getting a drink,” he muttered, gaze narrowed as it fell over you and Jimin before he spun on his heel and made for the kitchen, ears flattened against his skull and tail lashing angrily behind him.

Alright, something wasn’t right. You gently nudged Jimin off you with an apologetic look as you rose from the couch to follow after the hybrid, your gaze falling upon Taehyung as you moved. He seemed to be thinking something along the same lines as you, brows furrowed as he tried to decipher a cause for Yoongi’s behaviour. It was only as you passed the couch that his eyes widened in realisation.

“y/n, wait a second!” he stage-whispered loudly, beckoning for you to come back. You waved him off, and he looked mildly alarmed. “y/n—”

Without a word you followed Yoongi’s path back to the kitchen, and Taehyung stayed in the living room with Jimin, the movie still playing.

Yoongi stood by the sink, posture stiff and tail still lashing behind him, as he stared into the empty glass in his grasp, lost in thought. You approached quietly, not wanting to alarm him, your hand brushing against the fur of his tail as it flicked wildly in agitation. “Yoongi—”

He nearly dropped the glass, a sharp noise of alarm escaping him at your touch as he spun and lurched away from you, tail whipping behind him. “Don’t touch me right now,” he warned, tone low and carrying the barest traces of a threat, although strangely enough you weren’t getting a dangerous feeling from him. His words hurt slightly, not that you could really understand why. You took a tentative step forward, holding your hands up to show you weren’t going to touch him.

“Yoongi, are you okay?” you asked softly, gaze seeking his own. His eyes met yours and you watched as emotions pooled in his gaze and his body shifted. Agitation seemed to roll over his form and he took a step to the side, away from you and towards the entry to the kitchen.

“…Leave me alone,” he said, and it bordered on a growl as it left his throat. You were beyond shocked at his behaviour— he hadn’t acted so hostile towards you since you’d first entered the house and met him. He turned on his heel once more, walking quickly from the kitchen and towards the stairs.

You stood in place, blinking for a second before your mind caught up with the current events and you quickly started after him. He stormed around the corner, moving quickly up the stairs and towards his room. You hurried after him, not wanting him to enter his room and lock you out before you could make sure he was okay.

“Yoongi,” you started as you slipped into his room after him before he could slam the door. “Are you alright? Please, if something is wrong you can tell me.”

The hybrid seemed slightly conflicted, his entire form tense. It was as though a myriad of emotions were filtering over him one after the other, and he couldn’t choose which to settle on. The thought struck something akin to recognition in you and you were filled with realisation as he finally settled upon anger. Yoongi stormed over to the door, shutting it loudly and locking it out of habit. You hardly noticed, too busy processing your realisation.

Taehyung’s words from earlier about how catnip affected feline predator hybrids came back to haunt you, and you were certain this was what Taehyung himself had realised when you were downstairs. The dust that had burst into the air when Yoongi ran into Taehyung had been from the catnip spilt all over him at the centre, and it had gotten all over the panther hybrid, and now he was feeling the effects, if his current moodiness was anything to go by. It would also explain the itching if all of his senses were heightened and fabrics felt much more different than they usually did.

Currently unable to control how wildly he was swinging from one emotion to another, Yoongi glared at you. You realised that with his current state, your display earlier to make him jealous must have without a doubt riled him up a lot more than you ever intended.

He seemed to realise how overwhelmed he was growing, as he took a deep breath. “No,” he finally responded, tone low and bordering on a growl once more. Contrary to what you felt before, this time, while trapped in a room and in such close quarters with him, a spark of excitement shot down your spine, a thrill causing your heart to skip a beat. Yoongi’s ears twitched towards you and you knew he’d heard it. “I’m not okay, I’m furious. His god damn scent is all over you, and you were— you were just—”

In the flurry of strong emotions currently swarming him, he had no filter and for once was speaking up about what was bothering him. A feeling of anticipation began to swirl in your abdomen, and you took a step forward. Perhaps he would finally breach the topic of your kiss and the tension between you would finally be resolved. You decided to prompt him a bit more, your eyebrows raising in what you hoped looked like innocence. “Why are you furious?” you queried, taking another step. He growled lowly, but it wasn’t threatening. “Did it bother you that I was touching him, and petting him? Did it bother you that he was touching me?”

At you words he began to visibly simmer, hot, uncontrollable anger bubbling up in the culmination of all the jealousy he’d felt over the past three weeks. He stepped forward, gaze dark and pupils blown as they met yours, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. “He shouldn’t be touching you,” it was a whisper, yet it resonated perfectly in your ears. A shudder threatened to roll down your spine at his proximity and the heady undertone to his voice. “His scent shouldn’t be all over you; you don’t belong to him.”

One of your brows rose, a fake show of bravado that did nothing to hide the excited hammering of your heart. You completely forgot about the guests downstairs, the tension so thick between you it felt like if you brought your hand up you’d be able to physically feel it slide between your fingers. “I don’t belong to him?” you echoed, and Yoongi’s gaze darkened further. He took another step closer, brows furrowing.

“Don’t play with me right now, y/n,” he warned, and it was like electricity was racing beneath your skin, sizzling with how close yet so far away he was.

“Why were you jealous?” Against your better judgement you pushed further, holding his gaze. “Why don’t I belong to him?”

Yoongi snarled, stepping closer so that your chests just barely brushed, and it felt like he’d stolen the air right out of your lungs, his hands shooting to grip your hips possessively. Your heart skipped a beat as he leant forward, breath just barely brushing your lips, “You’re not his,” he began, his low tone sending tremors of anticipation down your spine. “Your heart doesn’t skip beats for him, your body doesn’t tremble for him.”

You couldn’t breathe, thoughts caught on how aware he was of how he made you feel. He leant closer, breath fanning over your cheek before his lips brushed your earlobe. “You’re mine.”

A growl resonated through his chest with the words and you felt your knees weaken, a shudder finally rolling down your spine. Heat burned your skin where his hands gripped your hips and electricity sizzled between you. There was a beat of silence, then his teeth caught your earlobe and your heart stopped in your chest as he snarled again, definitive and absolute. “Mine.”

With that the tension between you snapped and you shifted, his lips slamming onto yours. Immediately a moan caught in your throat, hands coming to clutch his shirt and cup his jaw as he kissed you with such passion and fervour, so differently to how he had before, that you were almost seeing stars. His lips moved against your own, soft and pliable but commanding and you couldn’t help the gasp he elicited as he brought your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines poking the soft flesh. A pleased snarl rumbled in his chest at your vocal responses, one of his hands leaving your hips to grip the back of your neck, nails dragging over the sensitive skin of your nape and causing you to shiver and moan once more.

When he kissed you before it was light and full of so much love you felt like you could have floated off in perfect contentment. But now, he was pushing you back, your knees hitting the bed, and in the absolute lust and need burning between you he was swallowing you whole.

He pulled back, allowing you to breathe only for the second it took to grip your hips and throw you onto the bed. You yelped, bouncing on your ass thanks to the springy mattress, but he was climbing over you and pinning your hips to the bed with his own before you even had a chance to move further. He kissed you again, tongue brushing your bottom lip before he sucked it back into his mouth and through the haze beginning to cloud your mind you had to wonder where on earth he’d learnt these things.

Yoongi removed his lips from yours once more, and you thought you might have gotten a chance to recover and breathe before his mouth was on your neck and you were gasping once more. He sucked harshly, lips pressing and teeth scraping the tender, sensitive flesh beneath your jaw and down the column of your neck, pink and red blossoming in his wake. The panther hybrid paid special attention to your pulse point, laving his tongue over the skin and sinking his teeth in slightly before suckling another bruise— you were moaning, mewling, each action of his tongue against you sending pleasure and heat to your core, and he was drinking each and every sound in.

Soon he reached the collar of your button-down shirt and without a second thought ripped it open, buttons popping and cluttering to the floor. You gasped sharply in shock and surprise, your upper half almost completely exposed, “Yoongi!”

At the sound of his name he paused, eyes seeking yours and even without speaking you knew he was asking if it was okay to continue. It warmed your heart that even influenced so heavily by the catnip and as a result his own emotions and instincts, he still managed to think of you. You nodded, the tiniest action, but confirmation nonetheless and with it the panther dove down to resume pressing kisses and nipping along the skin of your neck.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t have a single bit of his scent left on you,” he rumbled against your skin, teeth scraping against the flesh covering your collarbones and eliciting a sharp gasp that dripped into a moan as he suckled the skin into his mouth. “Only mine— mine, mine, mine.”

He nipped the flesh at the swell of your breast and you squirmed, hips shifting against his where they held yours down, wetness beginning to seep into your panties. A deep, guttural groan escaped him and you stilled, a hot spark of arousal shooting straight to your core as you mewled instinctively in response, hands fisting the bed cover beneath you.

Yoongi paused his ministrations only to remove the rest of your shirt, ripping your bra too and throwing it to join the other discarded garment before you could reprimand him in outrage. Your mind whirled, cheeks flushing at the fact your upper half was now bare before the beautiful hybrid above you, the hybrid you loved and were attracted to, and it began to sink in that this was happening. The anticipation in your gut swirled into desire at the way his gaze darkened as he looked down upon you. His fingers came to trace over the trail he’d left with his mouth over your skin, your form quivering in excitement, and trailed down to brush along the curve of your breast, swirling it over your skin until he came to your rosy bud and pinched it between his fingers. You let out a sharp moan, head moving back but your eyes meeting his and you shivered at the sheer lust and desire in his gaze, a deeper need for you swirling in the depths of his eyes.

“Mine,” he asserted with a growl once more, tugging your nipple harshly, excitement thrumming beneath your skin at his tone and pleasure shooting to your core at his action. You gasped out a moan. “You wouldn’t react to him like this, wouldn’t let him touch you like this, would you? No, only me. Mine.”

You never thought you could get so turned on by the possessive streak alone that Yoongi was showing but here you were, enjoying it more than you thought you would, trembling beneath him and crying out in sudden pleasure as he lowered his head and wrapped that sinful mouth around your hardened bud. He suckled harshly, teeth gripping the flesh gently and your back arched into his ministrations, a loud moan falling from your lips as he coupled the sensation with his other hand on your other breast.

As he continued his attention on your chest, eliciting moan after delicious moan from your lips, his free hand snuck down, tracing over your stomach until he reached your clothed core and he pressed, rubbing firmly over your clit. A sharp whine left you, hips bucking up into his hand and your hands flew to grip his arms. “Yoongi!”

He hummed against you, nipple still enveloped in the delicious heat of his mouth, his tongue pressing and rolling it against his teeth and tearing a harsh mewl from your throat. You trembled, body writhing beneath him and it was only the beginning. Yoongi quickly shifted his attention from your chest back to his original goal, trailing his mouth down your form once more. He suckled bruises beneath your ribs, over the swell of your tummy, teeth scraping against your hipbone so perfectly you almost didn’t notice as his fingers slipped into the waistband of your shorts and he tugged them down in one fell swoop, underwear along with them.

You yelped, thighs immediately closing on instinct and Yoongi shot you a warning look. He threw the clothes behind him, shifting himself closer and gripping your knees to pull your thighs apart with ease, his tail thrashing behind him. Cool air hit the heat of your core and you mewled, more heat rushing to your cheeks as Yoongi stared, lust-blown gaze drinking each and every inch of you in. You were dripping, so turned on it was almost embarrassing but Yoongi didn’t mind— quite the opposite.

A long, drawn out moan escaped him at the sight of you bare before him, and it blended into a possessive growl as you covered your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t see it as he leant down, but felt it as he nipped the yielding flesh of your inner thigh and continued marking your skin.

His name escaped on the next breath that floated past your lips and he froze, shivering in pleasure at the way your voice had caressed his name so sensually, so needily. He dipped his head down and licked a long strip up your slit before wrapping his soft lips around your clit and sucking harshly.

It was so much so suddenly, you nearly shrieked at the sudden flood of pleasure pooling in your abdomen, the sudden pick up in the thrumming beneath your skin. Your hips bucked up and he was quick to hold hem down, your thighs trembling either side of his head as you tried not to close them around him. “Yoongi, fuck! Oh fuck, Yoongi—”

He slipped his lips down, tongue lapping up the juices spilling from your core, his nose pressed against your clit as he reached further into your entrance and ate you out in earnest. You couldn’t stop the constant stream of curses and moans spilling forth from your lips, your hands threading into his hair and tugging, fingers rubbing and kneading his ears. The feline almost keened into your core, shivers rolling down his spine. His fingers bit harsher into the flesh of your hips in warning, and he returned his lips to your clit as one hand moved down to run a finger along the length of your slit.

He nipped your clit lightly and you whimpered, before his finger pressed against your entrance and slid into you with ease, slick juices dripping onto his knuckles as you moaned loudly and your velvety walls clenched around the digit. A low groan escaped him as he sucked and licked at your sensitive nub, finger beginning to thrust into you. Noises spilled from your lips, your hips straining against his hold in an attempt to buck into his mouth, but his grip was firm and you couldn’t shift an inch. Your fingers press into the flesh at the base of his ears where they met his skull and you were rewarded with a sudden and particularly harsh suck and delicious vibrations, long finger curling within you as the feline between your legs moaned loudly against you.

He slipped another finger in, and then gradually another, stretching you out and curling his fingers with each thrust into you. You were so wet you didn’t doubt your thighs would be covered in slick had Yoongi not been diligently lapping up each and every drop that spilt from your core. Pleasure was shooting hot through your veins, pressure building within you as the panther hybrid brought you rapidly closer and closer to your release. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head with the strain of trying not to bring them together, the muscles in your abdomen clenching and unclenching as the pleasurable sensations flooded your body.

With each suck of your sensitive nub and each press of his long fingers into your g-spot you climbed higher and higher, tilting on the precipice of the edge when you looked down on impulse. His eyes met yours and at the sheer look of desire in his lust-blown pupils as his tongue laved sinfully at you and his fingers fucked into your core, it was too much. A glint entered his eyes and all at once on the next thrust of his fingers he curled them and sucked harshly on your clit, teeth nipping the sensitive bud gently, and it was all it took to push you off the edge. A loud cry tore from your throat as you came harder than you had in a long time and your head flew back onto the bed, your back arching and the muscles in your legs trembling and spasming with the surprising intensity of the sensations flooding your being. “Yoongi!”

Yoongi remained busy at work, lapping up each and every drop of you throughout your orgasm until you had to push him away with trembling hands when the stimulation became too much. The possessive edge in Yoongi’s eyes had faded somewhat as he sat back on his heels, satisfied, but the unabashed desire burning behind his gaze had not and you could feel the shivers it elicited in you rolling over your skin. You sat up on trembling limbs, and if anything you could have sworn the hybrid looked proud as he observed you before he resumed his place hovering over you and planted his lips against yours once more.

There was less anger fuelling the passion in his kiss, but you could still feel the dangerous tension in his form that told you he was still affected somewhat by the catnip. It was so easy to lose yourself in the movement of his lips against your own, in the skipped beats of your heart and the rekindling flames in your abdomen. A thought niggled at the back of your mind, threatening to drown in the haze of need that was quickly returning as a thick mist over your mind with each second that passed. Yoongi shifted forwards, hips pressing into yours once more as he moved himself as close to you as he possibly could, and you lifted a hand to his ears once more, deft fingers finding the base and rubbing it gently.

Yoongi choked on a moan, his hips jerking against yours and eliciting a whine of your own as his clothed bulge pressed against your still-sensitive, aching core. Your other hand dragged down his back on a whim; you needed to get him in a position where you could do what you had in mind. Your fingers trailed, dragging down his form and his back bowed following your touch, a rumbling beginning in his chest.

When your fingers found the base of his tail he jerked, and a loud moan tore from his throat, his teeth nipping your lip as he pulled back to drop his head in the junction of your neck and shoulder. He whined, stumbling over words that couldn’t pass his lips as you rubbed and kneaded the flesh, shudders rolling down his spine.

“y/n,” he warned weakly. “D-Don’t—”

You ignored him, knowing that having the appendage touched felt good normally and that with the effects of the catnip heightening his senses it would have to feel ten times that now. At the shaky moan that escaped him when you dragged your nails over the skin of his tail, you knew you were right. He sank his teeth lightly into the flesh of your neck as an anchor as you continued, his hips shifting and rutting against yours with each movement of your hand and causing a moan of your own to tear from your throat. He was incredibly hard, straining against the material of his pants, and you were quickly growing wet once more. At the strengthening scent of your arousal in the air Yoongi let out another low growl, although somewhat shakier than those that had come before it. You moved your hand to tug at the material of his shirt that hindered you from feeling all of him.

“Shirt,” you whispered against his ear and he shuddered, pulling back immediately and tearing the t-shirt from his form. Power still resided in his limbs but a thrill travelled down your spine as you met his heated gaze and realised that like this, beneath your ministrations, he was like putty in your hands. He’d had a certain measure of control, of dominance, over you until his point but now, at the mercy of his sensitivity and your knowledge of his weakness, you were the one with the power over him. The thought had a surprising amount of arousal shooting hot straight to your core and your stomach flipped.

You brought a hand up to caress the smooth expanses of skin that had been revealed to you. Yoongi was pale, but the tone of his skin was warm and while he wasn’t bulky his form was defined and the muscles of his abdomen rippled visibly beneath your touch. His breath grew heavier in anticipation the further down his body you went and low, needy whines left his throat as you reached the waistband of his sweats and continued moving your fingers against his tail. He looked like he was torn between allowing you to continue and revelling in the sensations, and reclaiming control of the situation. You didn’t give him an opportunity to choose, instead slipping your free hand into his sweats and wrapping it around his length.

Yoongi shuddered, a hiss escaping through his teeth as his upper half folded and his head fell against you, a moan caught in his throat. He was hot and heavy against the skin of your hand, so thick it almost had your mouth watering. You tugged his tail at the same time as you gave him an experimental stroke and he keened into the skin of your neck, fingers coming to grip at your waist, biting into the soft flesh. His hips shifted into your hand, and you were sure that for the moment he didn’t care that he didn’t have control— he was too deeply taken by the pleasure your actions were causing him to mind.

He was so sensitive, even the slightest of touches against him had him moaning against your throat, hands clutching you almost desperately, and you were relishing in it, each sound he made sending a spike of pleasure and arousal straight to your core— you could feel yourself getting wetter with each second that passed by. You could feel his ears flick against the skin of your neck, lips pressing against your shoulder in an attempt to muffle the moans and whines tumbling from his mouth, and all the while you continued your motions. You quickly grew annoyed with the final barrier between your bodies, however, and tugged his sweatpants down without warning. He growled, but it came out sounding more like a whine as you pulled the material to his thighs and his length sprung free, hitting against his stomach and causing a shudder to roll down the length of his spine. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, swollen and already leaking precum from the tip and so big your core positively throbbed in anticipation.

Licking your lips, you resumed the motions of your hands and Yoongi moaned loudly, the edges of his voice rough and bordering on a growl. With each stroke of your hands and flick of your wrists he became more and more undone, and you were relishing in it. You knew as soon as you finished this he was going to resume control and the thought had you rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You rubbed your thumb and fingers beneath the head of his member, using the precum flowing steadily from the slit as lubrication of sorts as you dipped your thumb in the slit and gripped his tail tightly. The hybrid choked on a loud, sudden moan as you continued, and suddenly he was jerking back, hands finding your own and gripping tightly to stop them from moving as he panted. You stopped, not wanting to push him but also worried you’d done something wrong.

You didn’t get an explanation at first, waiting as he gathered his wits and evened his breathing. His eyes opened and met yours, a shock running down your spine and anticipation curling in your abdomen at his gaze. Power rolled off his form once more and you were reminded yet again that he was a predator hybrid, a very large part of you instantly wanting to submit at that look and more slick seeping from your folds in response.

“Any more and I don’t think I could have lasted,” his voice was low once more, gaze holding yours unwaveringly. A certain type of pride filled you at his words but you didn’t have time to relish it. He moved forward, tail curling behind him with a slight tremble as the remnants of pleasure still coursed through him. He’d stopped you before he’d finished, and now he was painfully hard in your slack grip, hot and throbbing against your palm.

Yoongi used his hold on your wrists to pull your hands from him with ease and in a split-second pin you back on the bed, arms either side of your head. You couldn’t do anything but gaze up at him, caught in your own all-consuming desire as anticipation thrummed beneath your skin and burned pleasurably where his skin met yours. Something sparked in his eyes and your heart skipped a beat. “And I’m not coming until I’m inside you.”

Your breath hitched, but he didn’t give you time for his words to sink in before he was moving between your thighs once more, head dipping to take your abused nipple into his mouth once more. You cried out instantly, hands straining against his hold to find purchase in something, anything, but unable to clutch anything but the bedsheet. Yoongi snarled possessively against your chest, no doubt able to hear the racing of your heart, and released your nipple with a pop as the tip of his cock brushed your entrance. You were so wet, your core so ready and aching for him, you almost sobbed as he teased you, brushing his length over your folds and along your slit.

“Yoongi,” you whined, gasping as he moved over your clit, “Yoongi, Yoongi please—AH FUCK!”

At your pleas he let out a soft groan, gaze hardening and hips snapping forward to begin easing into you. Your eyes screwed shut, a high keen sounding from your throat as he filled you up deliciously, the stretch around his girth burning slightly but the sensation of him filling you so perfectly more than enough to balance it out. Yoongi watched you come undone beneath him in only one stroke, a deep groan falling from his lips, your limbs trembling as he reached places within you that had you seeing stars. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as he allowed you to adjust for a moment, before you wriggled your hips and he was pulling back to snap his hips back into you with such force it robbed your breath from your lungs. It was a sharp cry that tore from your throat as pleasure, hot and intense, flooded your senses and tingled up your spine, your core throbbing in need as he began pounding into you.

“F-fuck, y/n,” he groaned, that peculiar groan that sounded like a growl rumbling in his chest, his tail thrashing behind him before wrapping around your thigh possessively. “You’re so tight, so good around my cock.”

His ears twitched at the wanton moans that tore from your throat at his words and with each hard thrust of his cock into your velvet heat, his hips meeting the soft flesh of your inner thighs with a sharp slap. Heat and desire mixed and swirled in your abdomen, pleasure sparking deep within you and running currents along your spine. You could hardly think with all the sensations flooding your being, your thighs coming to squeeze his sides desperately.

He snarled at the action, hands moving from your wrists to your hips to hold you in place, fingers biting into the soft flesh and eliciting a loud whine from your throat. Now freed, your hands moved immediately to his form, one finding the base of his ear and the other weaving into the hair at his nape and tugging. Yoongi choked on a moan that shifted into a growl, ears flicking back and the heat in his gaze scorching your being. He was entranced by you, taken by the way you looked beneath him, the way your beasts bounced with each thrust and your body glistened with sweat.

Your hips strained to buck and meet his as he pounded you into the mattress, your walls clenching with each stroke of his thick, swollen length. There wasn’t an end to the moans tumbling from your mouth, your throat almost raw at the constant use of your voice as the heady pleasure robbed you of control. You could feel it building within you, pleasure and pressure increasing with each deep stroke of Yoongi’s thick member into your heat and you clutched at him almost desperately as you hurtled towards your high.

He wasn’t far behind, each clench of your velvet walls around him and each sharp cry that met his ears urging him closer and closer to the edge of his own release. He was still so tightly wound from the previous stimulation that each tug and knead of your fingers on his ear had him trembling as he slammed into you.

One of his hands left your hips, trailing up your body to pinch and tug your sensitive nipple and elicit a cry, hot pleasure shooting to the coil in your abdomen, before it lowered. His thumb gathered your slick before pressing to your clit and it was all you could take before you came with a loud, needy whine, Yoongi’s voice falling like a mantra from your lips as absolute pleasure flooded you and the intensity of your orgasm had stars blooming behind your eyes.

Your walls clenched around him so tightly, so perfectly, and he couldn’t last. With a deep, guttural groan rumbling in his chest and one final slam into your tight heat he came, heat painting your insides and filling you even more to the brim than you already were with his swollen length. He bent, teeth sinking into your neck as his orgasm washed over him powerfully and you let out a sharp moan at the sting. He continued rubbing circles around your clit as you both gradually came down from your highs, your breath short, and you only just realised the death grip you had on his hair and ear.

Yoongi shuddered as you released his ear, thumb still working and you whined in oversensitivity, pushing his hand away with trembling fingers. He removed his teeth from your neck, tongue laving over the mark soothingly, and he pulled out of you. All at once you felt both of your mixed releases gush forth and seep from your abused hole and onto the bed. A shock of excitement had your heart skipping a beat as he leaned back and brought his fingers to your slit, gathering the cum on his fingertips before pushing it back into your hole, fingers sliding in with ease. Your body tremored, a shaky moan escaping you as the remnants of your pleasure buzzed beneath your skin.

Yoongi shifted his body slightly to the right and flopped down, arms winding around your waist and tugging you as close as you could be against him, your heart skipping several beats despite what you’d just done. At your questioning look he nuzzled his face affectionately into your neck. “’want kittens,” he mumbled in explanation as his eyes drooped slightly but held your gaze nonetheless, his words causing your tummy to do flips and heat to rise to your cheeks.

Honestly, you weren’t surprised at all that he was tired right now— you’d be more alarmed if he wasn’t, considering this was Yoongi you were talking about. You yourself were pretty drowsy, limbs weary and an ache already beginning to make itself known in your core. You were surprised by how outright affectionate he was being, however. Your own arms wrapped around him in return and almost instantly the deep, chittering purrs erupted in his chest, his face burying closer to your neck as he tugged the blanket over you both. His lips pressed soft kisses to the skin of your neck, along the trail of pink and purple he made earlier, before they curved up your jaw and over your lips.

This kiss, in contrast to the previous and the events that had just occurred, was sweet, and light. It caressed your heart softly, and, like sugar, left you craving more just like it. All at once you were reminded how fitting his name was, recalling the other events that had prompted that realisation. Times in the living room, the park, the kitchen… oh no, the kitchen.

The cookies.

Horror mixed with the next realisation that filled you. The guests.

“The guests…” you hadn’t even realised you said it out loud until Yoongi hummed against your throat, nuzzling against you. His fingers traced patterns against your hip and waist.

“Don’t worry, they left a while ago,” he mumbled, nibbling the skin beneath your ear. You almost succumbed to the sensation, but managed to pull through.

“When?” you dreaded the answer.

The hybrid chuckled, nose pressing against your jugular as he inhaled your soft, enticing scent— a scent that now had no traces of Jimin and was mixed suggestively with his own. He hid a satisfied smile in the curve of your shoulder. “After you let out that really loud moan.”

You groaned— that could have been at any point! You were loud the entire time because honestly? You’d forgotten Taehyung and Jimin were downstairs at all. It was silent for a moment, before Yoongi’s sleepy voice greeted your ears once more.

“y/n?” You hummed in response, and he continued after another couple of beats of silence. His fingers played on your hip. “That day, when I kissed you…”

It was silent for several long seconds as he mulled over how to word what he wanted to say, how he wanted to explain his reasoning for kissing you. You waited patiently, and finally he spoke once more, “I love you.”

You froze in surprise, but were unable to pass up the opportunity to tease him. “I know.”

Yoongi nearly choked, and you burst into laughter, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Your own eyes were growing tired and you allowed them to close as you smiled. “I’m kidding! I love you too.”

Appeased, the hybrid snuggled closer, bringing the blanket tighter around you both and clutching you tightly.

As sleep began to fog your mind and drag you further into the abyss, you couldn’t help but think. You wouldn’t ever be happier than you were right here, in the arms of the hybrid you adored, the hybrid that adored you back.

You’d do anything for Yoongi, and you knew as you finally fell asleep in his arms, that he would without a doubt do the same.

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[shinwnn]

i said i love you (&. yoongi)

(inspo) five word prompts “i said i love you”

you and yoongi have always been close

like you’ve never known a time in your life where he wasn’t more than a 15 minute drive away from you

& he’s always taken care of u in an endearing older sibling sort of way, even though he was only a year older than u

in hs while you guys were applying to colleges, you figured you’d just maximize ur chances by applying to any college in the city

but yoongi wouldn’t let u and instead went through each place on ur list and crossed out anywhere w in the general vicinity of a crime committed within the past 5 years

“yoongi stop it i’ll buy some pepper spray or something”

and while he’s laying on ur bed looking up each school he says, “pepper spray? u think that’s going to keep u safe? it’s just better if ur somewhere closer to me so i can keep an eye on u”

to which u replied with a teasing smile: “oh i see. so u don’t want me to go far bc ur gonna miss me right? bc ur life would be empty without me?”

yoongi looks up from the laptop and sees how content u are with urself (ur eyes lit up, ur cute smug smile) and his heart almost jumps the slightest bit

but without skipping a beat, he shoots back, “i hope u and ur stupid pepper spray get married far away from me”

neither of you have really let yourselves think abt the possibility of a romantic relationship between the two of you bc things seem so perfect with you guys being best friends that neither of you wanted to even think abt the possibility of change

it’s there though - there’s love in the way you guys look each other and think abt each other when the other person isn’t there and eat dinners with each others families

u end up going to school nearby yoongi’s at a college that he found  for u bc he knows the programs ur interested in and atmosphere that u like, and mostly bc he knows ur far too lazy to do any of the research urself

you’ve been going there for about two years now and you don’t see yoongi everyday, but you guys make it a habit to meet up every weekend no matter what

sometimes you go out for adventures on the town, but honestly with yoongi, most of the time it’s just lazy saturday nights on the couch with blankets and good music playing in the background while u guys tell each other abt ur weeks

and it’s just such a cute, wholesome friendship

recently, yoongi’s skipped out on some of these weekend hangouts bc an executive from an entertainment company heard some of the songs he writes in his free time & want him to try composing music for them

so yeah, he’s been busy writing draft after draft of the same demo

and you are so !! happy for him bc you know this has always been his dream

but you’re also worried bc you know how hard he can be on himself and how he always forgets to take care of himself

for the past few weeks you’ve been sending him periodic text messages checking up on him and letting him know what youve been up to, but all you receive in return is a sticker and, once in a while, a :~)”

and you’ve been trying to support him and you give him his space and time so he can write his best but you can’t lie that youre a little disappointed that he’s not making any effort to talk to you

so this weekend you decide to bring him dinner bc he said he’d be in working all night and , quite simply, you just really miss ur best friend

u make him kimchi jiggae bc u know how much he likes ur cooking & u pack some rice & side dishes and head over

but when u show up at his apartment and u realize he isnt home ur a little disappointed and kinda like ??? :/// where is he

you wait around a bit but he’s not answering his phone and after a while its pretty clear that he won’t be back anytime soon so you just hang the bag of food on the door handle with a little note saying “you must miss me a lot right? eat well buddy!!”

and you hang around for 5 more minutes bc ur hopeful but eventually you decide to start home

you remember that there’s a cafe nearby that yoongi would always take you to, so you decide to grab something before you head home

when you walk in the first thing you see is none other than ur best friend sleepily looking at his laptop & ur about to walk over excitedly

but when you look a little longer you notice he’s sitting across from a girl and they’re sharing a dessert & when she says something they both laugh happily

and you can’t explain it, you’re not even sure if it really happened, but you think your heart may have dropped at that moment

you also can’t explain why you turn around and walk out of the cafe when you make eye contact with him

you also can’t explain why you linger outside the cafe just long enough for him to come out and look for you

and when he does come outside you’re a little embarrassed bc you dont know why you did that, but when you look back inside and remember how happy he looked to be ditching your technically unsaid plans, any trace of embarrassment faded into anger

“we haven’t seen each other in weeks and you don’t come over and say hi?” he says playfully with a small smirk

you’re completely taken aback by how he’s acting bc ?? does he not even realize

“oh i am SO sorry!” u say w a violent sarcasm, “i didn’t think you would’ve recognized me seeing how you haven’t bothered to reply to any of my messages”

the soft smile that was on yoongi’s lips fades away quickly as he’s realizing that you’re not joking with him

he looks completely lost and he’s searching ur eyes to try and figure out what’s happening, and he looks like he’s about to say something when you cut him off

“it’s just nice to know that while i’ve been worrying about you, you’ve been out enjoying yourself”

his eyes darken a little with worry “hey,, hey” his voice is soft “i’m sorry i haven’t replied, but you know i’ve been busy. i thought you did at least. where’s all this coming from?”

you break eye contact and look down, you don’t want to say anything bc you don’t know either

you don’t know why you’re suddenly feeling protective over your friend

you dont know why you’re so hurt that he’s hanging out with some other girl,,, he’s allowed to after all

he reaches out to tug on ur jacket bc he wants to get ur attention (but also it’s just a habit of his to tug on ur jacket)

& it’s weird but when u look up to meet his sad eyes and something abt having him there, even when you’re upset at him, is so comforting that, for a moment, u feel every feeling you’ve ignored the past 10 years

u feel how much u completely and absolutely love this boy bc u know that he cares about u SO much & how comfortable and warm he can make u feel even when ur angry and it’s freezing cold outside & u feel that more than anything else, yoongi is home to u

but you can’t say any of that to him so instead u just look down again and say, more softly this time “i’m sorry just,,, go back inside okay? don’t worry about me” and you offer him a weak smile

but to him it’s just completely unconvincing

&when you start to leave he’s completely intending on taking you home and telling you how much he’s sorry bc after all he did kind of ditch u

but he can’t just ditch the girl inside so instead he waits with u by the bus stop

& while youre waiting no one says anything which is funny bc all youve wanted to do these past few weeks is talk to yoongi

"by the way, that girl is in one of my music theory classes. she was helping me polish the song i’ve been working on.”

at this point, you’re feeling a little embarrassed again about the way you’re acting (like a jealous girlfriend)

but you’re stubborn so u just make a sound of acknowledgement

“hey, i’m sorry i haven’t been messaging you. i’ll do better. sorry for making you worry. when i finish my demo track, i’ll take you for dinner ok?”

you nod and see the headlights of the bus coming so you stand up

you feel yoongi link arms with you and you look up to what might possible be the cutest little pout

“please don’t be mad at me” there’s a slight whining in his tone and u cant help but wrinkle ur nose at him, sings of amusement clear on ur face

“good night yoongi” you through him one more weak smile bc you can’t find it in u to offer anything more

he goes back inside after you get on the bus but he can’t focus the rest of the time bc when he was supposed to be thinking about how well certain harmonies complemented each other all he could think about was .... how cute you looked when u were upset?? and how come he though you being angry at him for being w another girl was adorable??

so anyway, the last few adjustments he makes to his track suspiciously has characteristics of a love song

when you get home, u roll around ur bed for a while trying to figure out everything you were feeling before you hear your door ring

when u go to answer it ur surprised to see that it’s yoongi, carrying the bag of food you had left for him ...and another bag from your favorite bakery

when he got home and saw the food you had prepared for him he knew immediately that he shouldn’t have let you leave earlier in the first place, so he figures the next best thing is coming with a bag of apology pastries

“miss me? it’s been a long hour right?” he says before shoving the bag he brought you into your hands “eat with me!”

as he makes his way towards ur small dining table, the weird tension that followed you two earlier dissolves almost completely

and ur enjoying it so much that you don’t even notice that you’re not even eating but instead staring fondly at yoongi

and when he looks up at u curiously, putting down his spoon for a moment and tilting his head bc he can tell there’s something you want to say, you take the opportunity

“sorry for being so weird today, i dont know it was weird i was being weird i shouldn’t have done any of that sorry if i ruined ur night or made you uncomfortable or made that girl u were with uncomfortable i dont know whats wrong with me i had expire yogurt for lunch yesterday maybe that’s it and ur still so nice to me even though i was being so weird and im sorry -”

the words are coming out of ur mouth at a mile a minute bc you’ve been thinking a little 2 much and now that ur finally vocalizing the thoughts, you’re finding it a little hard to stop

thankfully, yoongi also had a little time to think on the way over

and so he doesn’t hesitate to shut you up by leaning forward and placing the softest kiss on your lips before leaning back into his seat, smiling at you like he’s proud of what he did

and you can’t explain why it feels so natural when you kiss & why ur heart feels so warm, but then again you’ve been having trouble explaining a lot of things today

“i love you”

“what?” ur still a little in shock (and the fact that u feel like there are a thousand butterflies in ur stomach isn’t helping)

“i said i love you”

“ok idiot i heard u, but ... what?”

“i love how much u care about me and i love how you get mad at me and i love how happy u can make me and i love how many texts in a row you send me even when i don’t respond and i love-”

this time it was your turn to stop him, in the same way

u can feel him smiling into the kiss and u think to urself that this explains everything youve done today

bc you like him and u always have

“okay, i love you too”