#sorry that its so many whiteboard doodles!!!!!

[sketchy-tour]

Small little doodle dump cause why not!

First ones came from the idea a pal of mine had that their WH oc would serenade Poppy with country music and I quickly decided Dandy can play a mean acoustic guitar and be the best backup for country serenading moments. Enjoy the silly country fit!

OH AND A JULIE!!!! I NEED TO DRAW HER MOOOORE RAAAAAAH

[joonsdragoneyes]

We’re live [Gamer!Jungkook x Reader][M]

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Warnings: Smut, profanity, semi-public sex, protected sex (reader is on birth control), mentions of reader needing reading glasses, oral m receiving, drooling, handjobs, orgasms male and female, f and m orgasm denial/edging, big dicks, body worship (kinda), tattoos/piercing's, mentions of sex in other locations, minor hair pulling, mentions of disapproving families/hiding things from parents, mentions/descriptions of reader having a large chest, reader is kind of bratty, usage of the word cock, voice kink if you squint

Genre: Smut, some angst, streamer/youtuber au, college au if you turn on a blacklight

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: You and Jungkook have been living together for a little over a year now, a big decision after your previous several years of dating. He, of course, brought his job with him- a full gaming set up, which you happily let him set up in a spare room. Your boyfriend was a pro-gamer. This job usually kept him busy, his focus on his screen rather than you for a majority of the day. You normally didn’t mind this at all, since you were usually out during that time anyway. Today, however, was different. You were home, attempting to study as he worked in order to give him the space he needed. Except, you were missing him in a way you hadn’t in a while, and the only way to get rid of this frustration would be to get him away from his work. 

{A/N: This work is completely unedited, so apologies for any typos.}

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You could hear him yelling through the door.

The laptop sitting in front of you was beginning to dim from lack of use, the loud shouts from the room a bit down the hall further ruining your already destroyed concentration. Your glasses slid down your face as you lifted, the feeling causing you to pull them off. Flopping tiredly against the back of the chair, you took one final look at the multiple windows you had open on the screen as the screen finally went black, leaving you with nothing but your reflection on the screen. Your hair was messily tied back, strands and chunks falling around everywhere from where they escaped from your hair tie. You looked away from the sight of your own face, burying your face in your hands as your elbows came to rest on the shiny, hardwood table; you slamming the device shut as your hand lowered, your fingers pulling the skin down along with it. You sighed in frustration, letting your head flop back against the chair as you slid down, your butt now hanging off of the seat.

His voice practically bounced off the walls, each full-concentration shout of sudden frustration ringing through the house. Each time caught your attention, snatching you quickly from your exhausted daze. He seemed to be having fun in-between moments of what you assumed was either interacting with the chat or moments where it sounded like he lost- or rather, almost lost. You could already hear him coming out in a few hours, bragging about he remained undefeated in a game you couldn't remember the name of, a large, bright grin present on his face, his own pulled back hair messily sprawled in every possible direction.

You sometimes watched his streams and videos while you worked, at least you used to. It always ruined your concentration when you did, as it was now, but they were admittedly entertaining. He never knew you did, you showed little interest in his job, and you'd rather keep it that way.

Sitting up, you lifted your hands to adjust the straps dangling uncomfortably down your shoulders, adjusting the rest of your top in the process, pulling it up from where it slid down, at this point revealing almost everything. It appeared to have shrunk given how tight it was and how easily it slid down, but it wasn't like it would be anything your boyfriend hadn't seen before in the instance you failed to notice and flashed him. The tank top you had on usually did well with covering everything, but knowing that lately, for some reason, it wasn't, made you frown. It was comfortable and nice to wear around the house; you just felt irritated adjusting it constantly.

You stood up, moving toward the various loud sounds coming from the room. The door clicked as you turned the knob, pushing the large wooden object open, the many lights strung on the walls greeting you as you stepped inside the large room. The whiteboard he had hanging on the wall was full of writing and multiple expressive doodles- a few piles on the floor from a few other random activities. It was dark aside from the many lights hanging from the walls and ceiling, your boyfriend well illuminated by the glow from the multiple monitors sprawled in front of him.

Turning to face him fully, you closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment as you paused. He hadn't noticed you yet. You felt odd about walking in like this. You had never interrupted him while he was working unless he needed something, in which case he usually just came to get you. You honestly didn't even know if any of his fanbase knew he was in a relationship at all-; you both usually just kept to yourselves. Aside from him eventually coming upstairs to meet you in bed to sleep, coming out to eat, or the occasional 'date'- which was just running errands together or him coming with you to watch a movie you were pretty much already leaving for- you both didn't really spend a lot of time together. At least you hadn't recently.

The sight of his wide eyes and pouty expression made your heart melt, and you couldn't help but smile. He was sitting in his much-bigger-than-him gaming chair, his legs crossed with his knees near his chest as he leaned forward, his expression serious despite the generally cute nature of everything else about him. His way too big shirt swallowed him easily, and it was only at this moment that you realized he had borrowed one of your hair-ties. The pale purple band was more than familiar, and there it was, tightly holding his long black hair neatly in place.

"Jungkook-" You started as you moved close, his head instantly lifting in order to meet you, his serious expression quickly growing soft. He seemed a little confused seeing you in here but still happy about it nonetheless.

You suddenly panicked slightly, watching the screen nervously in the hope you didn't appear in the camera too much, mostly attempting to keep your face out of frame. Gently, you leaned against the back of the chair, his teeth quickly appearing in a wide, excited grin. "Do you need anything?" He asked, his bright, wide eyes meeting yours. You could feel the excitement radiating from him, his lips and cheeks pink in the light from the lamp as he spoke. "Just missed you." You admitted, crossing your arms against the back of the chair as you leaned slightly forward.

The chat on one of the monitors suddenly sped up, you noticing it from the corner of your eyes. A loud mix of emotes and words in all caps filled the screen, zooming by before you could read any of them. You watched Jungkook slide his headphones off, letting them rest on his neck as his legs uncrossed, his socked feet flopping against the carpet. "Here, you can sit with me and watch." He chirped, quickly pausing whatever game he was playing and scooting over to make as much room as he could. You shook your head.

"No, I..." You trailed off, pouting a bit as you lift your arms, moving your hands around your face in a way you hoped emphasized your unwillingness to be on camera. You knew they could see your body just fine, but you were on your computer all day and hadn't slept well, so showing your face was definitely out of the equation. Jungkook simply let his head fall slightly to the side in confusion, letting out a small "But you look fine.".

You pouted, watching as he quickly stood up, the chair rocking slightly as he slid out of it. "Here, I know just the thing." He quickly shuffled near the back of the room and over to the closet doors, pulling them open. You watched quietly as he began to shuffle through a box, the already present pout on your face growing stronger. You recognized that box. That box was from your senior prom. You already knew what he was looking for.

He quickly pulled out a black mask, the very one you had worn years ago. Why he had kept it this long, you didn't know, but you still found yourself sighing as you realized it would still work. You didn't really want to remember that masquerade themed prom, especially considering neither you nor Jungkook had fun during a majority of it. It had its moments, but you had hoped you wouldn't have to go near that specific costume again.

"Sorry, it's all I've got." He whispered, gently placing it in your not-very-eagerly awaiting hands. Taking a deep breath, you slid the mask onto your face as Jungkook scoot past, flopping once again into the large chair, his voice loudly sounding as he began to interact with the apparently very excited chat.

Once again adjusting your top, you moved over to where your boyfriend was sitting, plopping down next to him as one of his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as you settled against him, your thighs touching. You shuffled, wrapping your arm around his waist as well, your legs bouncing from where they hung off the seat as Jungkook pulled the chair forward. You felt the tension in your crossed legs relax as you realized you'd only be seen from slightly above your waist.

His hand slid around you, grabbing onto the controller resting on his thighs. Your arms flopped to the side, resting against your boyfriend's thighs in an attempt to keep them out of the way. Your fingers gripped tightly onto his sweatpants, your head coming to rest gently on his shoulder. Jungkook grinned, his teeth shining through his lips the more comfortable you became.

You could feel his voice vibrating against you as he spoke, the sound making you feel warm inside, a soft tingle running from your head to your thighs. "What're you playing?" You questioned, leaning against his strong shoulder, enjoying his warmth. His face slowly contorted slightly in thought, a pout forming on his lips as he noticeably racked his brain for the answer. "Astrotech." He finally responded, his expression moving quickly back to the way it was, his cheeks noticeably a bit pink.

Various loud booms and screeches flooded from the headphones around his neck, which he had turned up for you to hear. You didn't know what was going on it, but the sight of him expertly doing whatever objectives or maneuvering the obstacles in the game was somewhat fascinating to you.

He suddenly squirmed under you as you adjusted yourself, the sudden movement surprising until you realized your hand had just accidentally rubbed along his thigh in the process. Your lips pressed together in thought, realizing just how sensitive he seemed to be. Deciding to see if that was truly why, you cautiously ran your hand along his thighs, feeling him once again squirm under you. The barely audible groan of protest as you slightly ruined his concentration made something in your brain just click.

You knew why you were so distracted earlier.

Slowly, your hand moved along his leg before sliding inwards towards the warmth where they met. Before he could squirm again, you gave a soft squeeze to his strong thighs, enjoying the slightly surprised noise that escaped. He seemed annoyed that you were attempting to distract him, but his lack of any indication for you to stop or any sort of 'no' from him gave you the willingness to continue.

Your hands moved further up, sliding along the space between his legs and up towards his stomach. He had stopped moving aside from the slight tremble of his thighs as you made your way along. His legs slightly parted, allowing you to continue on your way, the outline of the package you were searching for soon starting to appear in his sweat pants. You licked your lips gently, tracing the outline with your fingers, enjoying the sighs you heard from his weak attempts to keep quiet.

"Alright, well, I guess I'll see you when you're done." You suddenly spoke. "I just came to visit because I missed you, but you seem pretty busy with work." You added, pulling your hand away as you stood, sliding out of the chair as you moved quickly towards the door. Thoughts ran through your brain as your hand grabbed the doorknob, opening it before gently shutting it immediately after. You turned to look at your boyfriend still sat behind you, biting your bottom lip in thought.

Slowly and quietly, you dropped down to your knees, crawling on the ground over to the desk as you swiftly slid under it. Leaning forward, you grabbed the tops of his pants, slowly pulling them down as you felt your eyes grow wide at the sight. You had seen it before, but it was still a pleasant surprise each time.

Your hands moved along his legs, swiftly grabbing the still mostly soft length, pumping them quickly as Jungkook once again squirmed under you, his legs spreading. You could feel him continuously growing under you as you moved, the sight and feeling causing your thighs to tingle.

Licking your lips, you moved forward, licking the tip of his eagerly awaiting cock, listening as he tried to stifle a pleased hum. Before he could fully react, you took the full length in your mouth before sliding down, bobbing your head with vigor, enjoying the soft noises that escaped as a result of your movements. Your hands continued to slide quickly, making up for what you couldn't reach.

Your boyfriend sighed above you, doing his very best to act as normal as he possibly could. The soft clicking and tapping from his controller continued, you only drooling as your head continued to lower, taking in as much of the steadily hardening length as you possibly could. Pawing at him for the bit you had the chance to seemed to work, not quite in the way you had hoped, but you were fixing that just fine. A soft slurp sounded as you suddenly lifted your head, the noise causing you to pause as you hoped no one had heard the sinful action going on under the desk. The conversation between him and the on-going chat seemed to be normal despite his occasional deep sighs. His fingers ran through your hair, giving a slight tug as you continued, closing your eyes as you attempted to savor the moment- still being careful to make as little noise as possible.

A sharp tug to your thick hair pulled you upwards, your breasts practically in his lap as your arms lifted, grabbing onto his thick black hoodie in an attempt to keep yourself steady. You hummed a bit in surprise, the action causing his strong hands to increase their grip on you as your head only continued to bob. He was gasping now. Loud pings and sound effects rang from the screen from what you assumed was possibly the hundredth donation of the night. You increased your speed, enjoying the strong but more gentle tug that followed with each movement of your salivating mouth.

You were only wondering how he was managing to hide this so well.

Your gaze slowly moved upwards, checking his expression. His face was flushed, his teeth on display as he bit his lower lip in a last attempt to keep quiet. His expression was otherwise unchanged aside from his noticeably dilated pupils, his face still stern with concentration.

With a loud pop, you finally pulled away, quickly using your knuckles to wipe away the strand of saliva that followed. Swiftly pulling his pants back up, you shuffled from under the desk and over to the door. That would be enough for now. After all, you didn't actually want to get caught.

You could feel him watching you as you stood up and quietly opened the door. How upset he was that you didn't finish could be felt from where you stood, but you knew he'd get you back later. He always did. It didn't matter if you just ate his food or if you pulled a small prank, he always got you back, and this time you could say you looked forward to it.

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The door flew open with a loud bang, you jumping with surprise at the sound, nearly dropping your phone in the process. Your head lifted to meet the sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway, his hair messy as he loomed over you. "What was that about?" He questioned, his eyes darting to take in your form.

"What was what about?"

"You know what."

You felt your cheeks warm but decided to continue pretending you didn't have a clue what he meant. "No, Jungkook, I don't know what."

His lips pressed together, his eyes narrowing. He stepped forward, closing the door behind him, a soft click sounding as he slowly locked it. You watched quietly, biting your lip as you knew what would happen next. He wasn't usually this quiet.

"Thankfully, I was able to continue normally without much issue." He plopped on the bed next to you, the weight of his larger form causing the mattress to sink under him. The force was almost enough to cause you to slide along with it.

"But you must think I'm a fool if you think you'll get away with sneaking under the desk like that."

By then, he had leaned close, his voice low as he spoke. His tattoos could be seen poking from under the dropped neck of his shirt, your eyes slipping down the closer he leaned. You flopped forward, your gaze meeting his as your hands came to rest on top of his own. "And what are you gonna do about it?" You teased. This wouldn't at all be your first time with each other, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"You're not even ready. I could hear you taking care of it yourself before you came up; you're not as quiet as you think."

His hand lifted quietly, curling under your chin as he held your head still. "Alright, smartie, what're you gonna do about that?"

"You're usually the horndog in this situation. What am I gonna do about it?"

You were suddenly shoved against the bed below, the thick blanket warm under your body. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, his hair draping around his face as he leaned over you. "You'll have to wait to find out, huh?"

"Damn, you must really be upset." You teased without even a second of hesitation. "Man, I really wonder what you'll do. Oh, how long must I wait? Forever? Years; Centuries of waiting just to punished in the end! Just end me, as waiting is its own punishment." You whined dramatically under him, your arms lifting as your hand sprawled against your forehead, your eyes closing as your head flopped back in exasperation against the mattress below.

Jungkook laughed. "No, you won't have to wait very long. You know I wouldn't do that to you." He grinned, his teeth bright and shiny behind his lips. "Remember when we were younger, and I still lived with my parents, and you came over to study?" He asked, his noticeably strong hands trailing over your body, their attention quickly focused on your chest. You opened your mouth to speak, only to get interrupted as he continued.

"We waited until they left to run some errands, and we decided to try and be super quick." He paused to laugh to himself, you barely listening as you bit your lip, your nipples beginning to poke through the fabric his hands continued to glide over. "We started getting way too loud near the end and almost got caught because we didn't hear them pull in. The only reason we were able to clean up and everything was because you happened to finish before they walked in and could hear what we were doing. Man, what an adrenaline rush that one minute was as we scrambled around listening to them slowly come up the stairs."

By then, you were moaning under him, the fabric rough against your extremely sensitive chest. His strong fingers continued running along, teasing the hardened nubs as he moved on with another story, seemingly unaware of what he was doing. His hands snuck under your shirt, his hands warm as he grabbed as much of your breasts in his large hands as he could. "Sorry, I was talking." He apologized, taking the moment before you responded to swiftly yank your shirt over your head.

In your moment of distraction, you had become so hot and bothered that you hadn’t even noticed how long he had been rambling. You could hardly hear his reminiscing over your increasingly more desperate moans. The feeling of the cold air hitting your already erect nipples made you squirm slightly, you only coming back to reality to a soft warmth on your neck. Your hands lifted, gripping with white knuckles tightly onto his thick hoodie.

You lowered your gaze, the sight of his face resting on your chest greeting you. His hair messily covered his eyes, the deep brown underneath shining in the light of your bedroom. His lips were pressed softly together into a pout, his tattooed arms lifted to lay across your shoulders, wrapping under your head. “You’re not paying attention!” He whined, continuing to pout as he shuffled to lean over you, the mattress squeaking ever so slightly as his knees rested on the bed.

He paused to pull the thick fabric free from his body, letting it thump to the ground as he leaned over you once again, the thick ink on his arms dancing as his muscles flexed in the process. Your eyes widened as his face approached yours, your noses quickly touching, the pout still present. “You didn’t hear my story.” He whined again, softer this time, the shine still present in his wide eyes despite the shadow he was casting over you. “You weren’t even listening.”

“Honey, you were rambling.” You responded, hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heart. He flopped down, his hips straddling your own as he sat up, his strong arms causing the bed to sink in as he continued to lean over you, your thighs tingling at the slight bounce that followed as he grew comfortable on your hips. 

“I was telling a story.”

He lowered himself, his lips coming into contact with your own, your hands lifting to grab on the thin white t-shirt that remained. His teeth ran softly over your lips as he pulled away, his hands once again moving to slide under your head. Your thighs burned and tingled with each movement he made. 

You were beginning to sweat as you continued gripping him tightly, your hips wiggling to wrap your legs around him. His lips once again moved into a pout, the shine is his eyes disappearing as his head came to rest on your chest once again. He definitely felt you move.

His legs slid around you, his knees moving under your hips to lift them up, pressing his now noticeably tight sweatpants against your shorts. He once again lowered to kiss you, more gentle this time as his hands lowered to remove his sweat pants, leaving nothing between you but your shorts- which already barely covered anything. Your own hands lowered, grabbing onto the hard length poking between your legs, pumping slowly as he sighed into the kiss. Your shoulders ached as his hands pressed against your shoulders, pressing you into the mattress. You sped up your wrist movements, listening as he groaned into the continued kiss.

Suddenly, his hands shot down, levering your legs open and lifting his hips to practically rip your shorts free of your body as he finally broke the kiss. His legs slipped off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud, swiftly yanking you close to the edge. His fully flexed arms caged you in, his lips coming into contact with your exposed neck, his breathing soft and warm against your skin. 

“Roll over.” He huffed, moving to kiss along your chest and shoulders. His face was now a soft pink, lifting to watch you intently as you rolled onto your stomach, letting out a noise of surprise as you were yanked yet further off of the bed, your feet now touching the floor. Kisses once again returned to your neck, an occasional moment of cold causing you to shiver with delight as his tongue traced over your warm skin with each mark he left behind. Your still erect nipples dragged softly over the sheets under you, the cool mixture of the sheets and his tongue piercing causing you to moan loudly under him.

Your face slammed softly against the mattress below, his strong arms pressing against your shoulders to hold you in place, your hips lifting in the process. Of all the times you’ve done this, he wasn’t usually this rough, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t exciting. 

“Fu-” You moaned, burying your face in the mattress at the stretch that followed. “-ck.” Your hands gripped onto the sheets, the feeling of his teeth and tongue reaching every inch of your neck making you whimper. He had always been taller, but it wasn’t until now that you realized just how much stronger- and bigger than you he was. You could hardly move with the grip he had on your shoulders, your head the only thing able to move freely. He had you where he wanted you, and it’d probably be a while before he’d free you.

Each thrust ruined your hopes of being quiet, drool beginning to fall from your lips as he continued- each thrust more intense than the last. Your eyes were soon rolled back, your mouth open as saliva dripped from your parted lips, the sharp tugs to your hair adding to the overall ache. Your legs, hips and shoulders were growing more pained with each lewd slam into you, each second bringing you closer to the edge. You were silent, the ache taking your breath away, a loud gasp escaping as he freed your shoulders, yanking you upright by your hair.

His arms wrapped under your chest, freeing you from the bed entirely as he held you in place, your arms contorting behind you to hold onto his now moist t-shirt. You were trembling, your chest burning as you gasped for air. “Jungkook...” You managed, your voice hoarse as your head flopped backwards against his muscular shoulders. You could feel the mess you were already making in your excitement, awaiting the finish you were mere seconds away from, only to groan as you felt him stop, your chest bouncing as he adjusted you. 

“No...” You whined in complaint, taking the time to catch your breath only to catch yourself moaning with each exhale. You continued shaking as he kissed along the back of your shoulders. “Don’t stop...” You continued, wiggling your legs slightly to get him to continue. He groaned with your wiggles, grabbing your thighs to keep you in place. “Stop moving.” His voice was soft and gentle, your head rolling around on his shoulder as he placed another kiss on your aching neck.

“You’re so pretty.” He complimented, letting you fall forward with your hands hitting the mattress, his arms firmly gripping your thighs to stop your hips from moving from their position. The little eyeliner you had on had started to run, your hands gripping the sheets in anticipation as you wondered what about you with messy makeup was pretty.

You cried out, your voice still hoarse as the edge approached faster than before. After a minute you were trembling under him again, the ache returning as you tipped closer and closer to the edge. You were reduced to a shaking, squealing, moaning mess in a little over a minute, your legs struggling to hold onto him as they shook. 

Your face once again slammed into the mattress, a loud groan felt against your back as his hips sputtered slightly, his large hands grabbing onto your hair once again as he attempted to keep himself steady as he finally tipped over the edge. His breaths were rough and quick against your back, you too busy attempting to catch your own breath to notice his hands had lowered. 

You gasped, pleasure coursing through you once again as his fingers moved with renewed vigor. “Ju-Jungkoo-” You pleaded, struggling to even get his name out as his strong hands made quick work of your clit, you finally reaching your release with a sudden, violent shake. He pulled away, the emptiness that followed allowing you to fully fall against the bed, your legs weak as you attempted to stand. His arms wrapped around you, gently laying you down. 

“Too much?” He questioned, taking in your exhausted form, his voice dripping with concern. His eyes widened slightly at the black smeared along your cheeks, pouting as he gently wiped it off, not seeming to notice his still wet fingers. “Too much.” He lowered to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, running his fingers through your messy hair. “Definitely too much.”

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[A/N: Sorry that this came out so much later than I promised. Hopefully it was worth the wait.]

[lizard-isms]

fuck it. self indulgence for today. some wheatleys + my portal self insert (which. yeah its just me with a lab coat and also maybe better hair) AGAIN on solo whiteboard for the 16th time this week idk why i like the format so much. freedom 2 doodle maybe? and i still have MORE queued to post. wild! also there are SO MANY SELF SHIP TAGS sorry if i missed some!!!

[fantasymouse]

Our Ordinary Life - 3

Word count: 5.2k

Tags: ot7 x reader | monster!au | fluff | mature themes

Summary:  When a hapless human named y/n is inducted as a “volunteer” into the government exchange program, her world is turned upside down.

Previous | Masterlist | Next

Yet another sunny, summer day. “Okay, we’re going to review the Interspecies Exchange Bill,” Jungkook explained. He was standing in front of a whiteboard, where he had scribbled different laws and other rules onto. He held up his fingers accordingly “ first, humans and other species may not harm each other. Second, a non-human may not go out unless accompanied by their host family” Jungkook crossed his arms for effect, before turning to face the whiteboard and drew a cute doodle of what was obviously him and you hugging. “Third and most importantly, the exchange student who’s lived with the host longest is ranked highest, so you have to listen to me!” He exclaimed, while quickly doodling Jimin as number two and Hoseok as number three. Jungkook even drew a large picture of himself, writing number one beside it and small phrases such as ‘so cool’ and ‘most handsome’. Hoseok was quick to berate him “you can’t just change the law.” 

Jimin, however, seemed to take every word Jungkook was speaking very seriously. He was holding a thick book, with all current interspecies exchange laws in it. “Really?” he asked with a convinced gleam in his eyes “don’t be deceived, Jimin!” Hoseok exclaimed. Jungkook tapped on the whiteboard to gain their attention “you there. Do you understand? Hoseok?” Hoseok glared at Jungkook, responding “quiet. I already know the Interspecies Exchange Bill.”

You opened the door to the living room with Namjoon on the phone. “Hobi, Namjoon said you should fill out your homestay application.” The second you entered, Jungkook and Jimin stared intently on the visible skin of your thigh. Or rather, the blue horseshoe mark on it. Jungkook turned to Hoseok with a bloodthirst. “Humans and other species may not harm each other” he hissed at the centaur. Hoseok shrunk into himself, feeling incredibly ashamed. “No- I just…” Before Jungkook jumped at Hoseok, you quickly stepped in “hey Jungkook! I can explain. I was going to get your bath ready so I went into the bathroom. I didn’t think Hobi was in there. It’s my fault” Hoseok hastily blurted “n-not at all. I-I worked up a sweat during my morning run. If I’d locked the door, this wouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry” you smiled sweetly while Hoseok tried apologizing. Neither of you taking notice of how much Jimin was struggling with reading the heavy law book. 

“It’s okay, I’m used to it” Jungkook jumped between you and Hoseok, loudly whining “Princess, you’re always defending Hoseok! Hoseok, hurry up and fill out your homestay application!” Hoseok stepped back and nodded “I swear, centaurs are so violent. She only saw you naked!” offended, Hoseok pointed at Jungkook and bickered “what? How dare you ignore your own faults? Sir Kim told me everything. I heard you dislocated her shoulder!” Jungkook’s cheeks tinted red when he was reminded of that incident. “I just couldn’t contain my emotions…” Hoseok wasn’t finished and continued to argue with the stubborn naga. “In contrast, my master jumped in front of an evildoers sword to protect me!” They started getting in each other's faces, squaring up in a small territorial display. “Well, my princess beat up some delinquents to protect me!” You tried to calm them down but quickly realized that it was a fruitless task. “She was far more valiant protecting me!” 

You suddenly noticed Jimin moaning in pain his head completely overheated from trying to understand the many difficult laws and rules. “Jimin?” he groaned “the Interspecies Promiscuity Bill is too confusing. My head hurts. I want to take a bath” you gently patted his head suggesting that he go take one. “Let’s take a bath together, Master!” surprised at his request you looked to Jungkook and Hoseok “what? Ask Jungkook or Hobi to…” 

“I’ve taken a bath with my princess!” Jungkook hissed, by now he had his long tail wrapped around Hoseok, as the argument kept getting more heated. “Well, my master f-fondled me!” Hoseok was easily carrying Jungkook which was quite a strange sight, Jungkook coiled his tail tighter while snarling “what? I’m so jealous!” you instantly recognized that those two were getting nowhere in the foreseeable future. So you ended up leaving with Jimin. 

While filling up the tub, Jimin started taking off his clothes. “Hold on! Namjoon got you some swim trunks” you handed him the dark blue shorts, he complained but eventually changed into them. Jimin eagerly jumped into the now filled bath. Floating on the surface while giggling. He patted his stomach inviting you to sit on him, which you gently refused. Of course, he wasn’t having that, so he pulled you closer. Not caring that you were still dressed. Jimin placed you on top of himself, your ass directly on his dick while you squirmed to get comfortable. His heart skipped a beat at the sensation. “This is great” Jimin blissfully sighed as he enjoyed the feeling of floating on the water with you so close to him. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you mentioned: 

“We’re kinda like parent-and-child otters.” His smile brightened considerably, finding the comparison amusing. “I think of us as a family too!” Surprised he thought so highly of you, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking “really?” Jimin nodded viciously “well, you play with me, you’re nice to me even when you scold me for being bad, and you praise me! I’ve always wanted a family of my own, so I’m really happy now!” he turned you around so you were laying stomach to stomach. You were surprised by the loving expression he had. “W-well, I guess I wouldn’t mind being family” you quietly admitted. Jimin wrapped his feathery wings around your body in a tender hug.

“Then let's get closer, like family” he not so subtly rutted against you. Your face turned beet red as you barely accomplished to push off his chest. “Hey! What are you-” his wings remained on your hips, keeping you in place. Jimin innocently replied “my heart jumped when you touched me earlier. I want to feel that even more” his sweet and innocent way of talking did not match his intentions at all. “Family doesn’t do that!” You exclaimed in a flustered frenzy, your heart was beating out of its chest while you tried getting off of him. Jimin smiled playfully, thinking you wanted to play. “You’re resisting me?” he playfully warned before suddenly rolling you both around, making him go on top of your body. You flailed in the water as you tried getting out of his grip. “You bad girl!” Jimin scolded, standing up to jump you. Before he could, the door burst open to reveal Hoseok with an angry scowl. “Unbelievable. I’ve been tolerant because I believed you to be a child, but you’re my age? I won’t allow you to behave this way” Hoseok easily pushed Jimin off, his wings too wet and heavy to fight back. “I-I can’t move” Jimin whined while trying to fly after you.

Seizing your chance, you stepped out of the bath. “Hobi…” your relief only lasted so long as Hoseok extended his hand to you and commanded “Master, climb on my back” not bothered by his request you replied “okay? sure.” before you could swing your leg over his back, Jungkook stormed in behind you. Shouting and waving around Hoseok’s Homestay application papers “hold it right there! How dare you run off behind my back? Namjoon is coming to pick up your paperwork soon. Hoseok, you have to fill out your...” He didn’t get to finish as you had already mounted Hoseok and he was running full speed out of the bathroom. Jungkook narrowly managed to dodge, although his tail wasn’t so lucky, part of it had gotten trampled by Hoseok’s hooves making Jungkook howl in pain and curse at the crazy horse. By the time Hoseok slowed from a gallop to a steady trot, you were a few blocks from your house. “Jimin should cool down, given some time” he headed for the neighborhood park. When you reached the entryway, Hoseok halted and walked normally. You couldn’t help but sigh, relieved that you were no longer at risk of falling down. 

After what happened last time you had been riding Hoseok, you were apprehensive of galloping. The entire park was in full bloom, every tree lush with leaves in a lovely shade of green. In the large grass areas were small flowers sprinkling in some vibrant color. The cool air provided a nice balance from the heated summer sun. “Are you alright, Master?” Hoseok asked you held a firm grip around his waist as you nodded “yeah, I’m fine. The wind from riding on your back dried my clothes off” he smiled in response although his face was slightly red. He softly asked “really? In that case, could you let go, please?” you realized how close you were sitting and jumped down from him, apologizing profusely, as you knew he became easily flustered. “It’s alright, for one who serves you, it’s not a serious problem.” you couldn’t help but frown, it was very flattering that he thought like that, but you couldn't help saying “serves me? You’re exaggerating” Hoseok quickly turned to face you defending: “I’m not! The dignified centaurs are warriors who value loyalty to their masters above all else. That’s why I’ve been searching for a master to serve!”

You had no words, Hoseok's entire body moved with renewed passion. “My father, grandfather, and great-grandfather did the same. I am a knight first, and a man second. This is the spirit of my kind. It is no exaggeration” by now you could practically see every generation of warriors standing behind him as he talked with pride. “Okay, I get it. But… This isn’t your home country. I know centaur culture is important to you, but you could let your hair down a little” you smiled kindly at him, causing his cheeks to redden once more. “I could never” Hoseok softly mumbled, you patted him on the back while suggesting “you should take advantage of the Interspecies Exchange Bill. That’s why you came here. Isn’t there anything you want to do?” he looked around dumbfounded “anything I want to do?” Hoseok spotted a couple walking together through the park while holding hands. He mumbled “um, I… No, never mind” you spotted the same couple wondering what he wanted “don’t be shy.” His hoof scratched at the ground while he shyly replied “my hand. I was hoping you’d hold my hand...” Hoseok couldn’t meet your gaze. “I’ve only ever held swords and bows, so I thought… I just thought that’s what people do in human society. There’s no deeper meaning. No, as one who serves my master, that was an unbecoming outburst. Just pretend I never said-” without a word you grabbed his hand. Intertwining your fingers. His request to hold hands didn’t bother you and he was being positively adorable while he ranted. “Like this? Um, Hobi?”

His face was by now completely red and he couldn’t take the wide smile off his face. Hoseok instantly pulled his hand back and covered his face while turning away from you “d-don’t look. Even I don’t know what I look like right now” you tried stepping around him so that you could face him “yeah, but…” Hoseok once again avoided you by turning the other way. “I told you not to look!” The moment was interrupted by Jungkook who literally fell from the sky. Shortly followed by Jimin who gracefully flew to the ground. “What’d you do that for, Jimin?!” Jungkook cried while rubbing his backside. Jimin leaned forward with a mischievous grin “you told me to let you down.” 

Jungkook, mildly outraged, exclaimed “I didn’t tell you to drop me!” once Hoseok got out of the shock of seeing a fully grown naga falling from the sky, he yelled “what are you two doing here? You said yourself that you’re not allowed out alone!” Jungkook spun to a stand shrewdly responding “it’s fine if no one finds out!” Hoseok was quick to scold him “that’s not a reason-” Jungkook and Jimin didn't listen, both too distracted by how Hoseok was hugging you tightly to his body. Not an inch between you. “Hoseok!” Jungkook snarled at the other male. Hoseok quickly stepped away from you, trying and failing to explain what was going on “no, this is just…”

Jungkook without hesitation grabbed you from the centaur and hugged you to his own body. “Stupid horse, you kidnapped my princess just to flirt with her?! Dignified centaur my butt!” flustered, Hoseok grabbed your other arm and pulled you back into his embrace. At this point, you were starting to feel more like a chew toy, that two dogs were fighting over. Both sides trying to pull you closer. “Enough. I’ll not take this from you, you vindictive snake! Who are you calling ‘Princess’ anyway?! Do you think you’re my master’s husband?!” Jimin suddenly enveloped you in his soft, brown wings from behind, and pulled you to his own chest, gleefully exclaiming “I’ll be taking y/n, then.” Both Hoseok and Jungkook shouted, “stay out of this, chicken wing!” Jungkook was pulling at your right arm, Hoseok your left and Jimin was hovering above you, trying to fly off with you. All guys were yelling at each other getting equally more riled up. “Fine, then. We’ll settle this by force!” They exclaimed.

Jungkook let go of you, his tail twisting with anger as he readied himself to lunge at the other two. Hoseok pulled out his sword while stomping his hooves in fury and Jimin let out a horrifying screech as his talons extended completely. At this moment, you could understand why humans had so many legends of evil monsters. All three of them were terrifying, especially considering that you were caught in between them. In all of the commotion, you failed to notice a familiar black SUV pulling up and Namjoon rushing out of the car. “s-stop!” you feebly tried calming them. You stood in front of them all to gain their attention. Unfortunately, you also stepped right ahead of Namjoon just as he fired his tranquilizer gun. Three small shots hit bullseye right in your back. It didn’t hurt all that much, it was barely a pinch but you very quickly started to feel tired. When the world started spinning, you heard everyone screaming your name in shock.

By the time you woke up, it was late into the evening. You were lying on the couch in your living room, with a pillow beneath your head. The first thing you saw when opening your eyes was Namjoon, in his usual suit with a coffee mug in his hand. With a sheepish smile he exclaimed “wow, I can’t believe I hit you, Princess. They may be tranquilizer darts, but I’m surprised you’re okay after getting hit by three” your massive headache begged to differ. You carefully sat up while holding your head, trying to stop your vision from swaying too much. “I’m not okay” you groggily moaned. Namjoon smiled sweetly and cheekily remarked “I could get in trouble for this. Don’t tell anyone, okay?” he even winked at you, like this was some cute little secret between the two of you. You suddenly sprung into action, realizing that none of the boys were in the living room with you, “where are the guys? Normally they’d come running” Namjoon silently pointed to the hallway. You turned and was met with all three of them peeking from behind the wall, only their heads visible from the ajar door. “W-what are you doing?” you questioned. All three had a disheartened expression, Jungkook was the first to speak “this happened to you because of what we did” Jimin added with tears in his eyes “I’m sorry, Master!” Even Hoseok’s head was bowed in shame. “I have failed as your servant” Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle at their behavior.

Soon after they all entered the room, they lined up. Jungkook once again spoke first “so, the thing is, we decided that, from now on, we’ll hold back. So we won’t cause any trouble for you!” you were immediately confused by what they meant by hold back. Jimin continued saying what they had rehearsed “yeah. I won’t ask you to play with me!” Hoseok also added “I won’t act out of line again” shocked at what you were hearing you blurted “what are you talking about?” You tried standing but had to steady yourself against the couch, as your legs still wobbled somewhat. With a forgiving voice, you explained “sometimes you do go too far, and it’s not good to fight. But it’s really Namjoon who’s most at fault here” Namjoon had just taken a sip of his coffee, and nearly choked when he heard what you said. Not minding Namjoon's outburst, you continued comforting the guys “problems happen. Isn’t learning to overcome them a part of doing a homestay? And since this is a homestay, that makes us family. So you don’t need to hold your selves back” all three men were staring at you with wide eyes. What you said meaning more to them than you could ever know.

Just as you were about to continue, Namjoon interrupted your tangent with a joyful sneer “that’s perfect then!” he adjusted his tie while ominously laughing to himself. “Family. Family, huh? I was right to ask Princess to take care of them” by this point you were more scared of what Namjoon was plotting than you had ever been of the boys. Namjoon enlightened you on his thoughts: “recently, there’s been a movement to amend the Interspecies Exchange Bill. It’s just a few minor changes, but one of them would allow humans and other species to marry. I was just looking for a test case to see if that’s truly possible” your eye twitched slightly in a mix of annoyance and bafflement. “What?” you stuttered. Namjoon continued, undisturbed by your protesting. “Princess, you will marry either Jungkook, Jimin or Hoseok!” all three guys blushed as they repeated the word ‘marry’. Their earnest eyes drifting to you.

“H-How did this suddenly lead to marriage?” You exclaimed while following Namjoon, as he headed for the front door. He turned to you with a patient tone explaining: “Going forward, marriage will become an unavoidable part of interspecies relationships. As a test case, you-” You interrupted Namjoon by wailing “that’s not what I meant! You can’t suddenly tell someone to get married! That’s crazy! What am I supposed to do?!” The guys looked slightly rejected while you continued to loudly protest. Namjoon scratched his chin in thought “do your best?” was his final answer. Annoyed you mumbled “you’re not even trying! Hey, wait. Why are you trying to leave?” Namjoon had opened the door and had one foot outside already. He turned back to you and with a satisfied expression, he waved Hoseok’s papers saying “well, I got what I came for. Wait… I forgot to tell you something... Oh, well. It probably wasn’t important. Bye. Do your best!” with that, he slammed the door behind him and drove off. Leaving you a flustered mess.

When the full moon was at its highest, you were still awake. Lying face down on the bed, you contemplated everything Namjoon had announced. “What is he thinking, telling me to get married? He said he’d arrest me if I laid a hand on them. No, wait. I haven’t tried anything with any of them” you scoffed and looked out at the moon. “They did try to seduce me, though. Every time, it took so much self-control to-” realizing what you were thinking, you slammed your face back in the soft pillows and screamed “wait, what am I saying!?” you kicked your feet in frustration. When your small tantrum subsided, you rolled onto your back and stared up at the ceiling.

“Marriage, huh?” Two knocks at your door interrupted the silence, and nearly scared the life out of you. You practically leaped up to sit, when Jungkook softly called out to you from the other side of the door. “Princess, are you awake?” He silently opened the door, cautiously poking his head in. His dark locks were messy, suggesting he had been sleeping restlessly, if at all. “You seemed distressed, so I was worried” Jungkook whispered, his expression saddened considerably, “I thought maybe you didn’t want to marry any of us” you hated seeing him look so unhappy. You hesitated but eventually explained “no, it’s not exactly that. I was just at a loss because he forced it on me. It’s not about the marriage itself” Jungkook’s eyes quickly returned to you a hint of excitement in his voice “really?” you continued explaining “well, technically speaking. I’ve never even dated a guy. And I’m a virgin” Jungkook entered your room, closing the door behind him. “I see. So It’s not that you don’t want to get married” his movements were fluid as he slithered across the floor and now that he was closer, you noticed how his amber eyes were glazed over.

“Jungkook?” you questioned when he suddenly leaned towards you. “I knew you would say that, Princess. After all, you’re so sweet. That’s what I love about you” Jungkook brushed some hair away from your face. His fingers traveled down your cheek and lingered at the corner of your soft looking lips. When he started getting even closer to your body, you leaned further back. Eventually, his weight forced you to lay down beneath him. His black tail wrapped itself around your legs while he caged you in between his arms. Jungkook looked into your eyes, huskily whispering “Princess, did you know? Snakes mate all night long. They wrap around each other from head to tail, just like this, so tightly that the lines between them blur” your lower body was by now, completely coiled up in his tail as he pushed against you. Jungkook's large, chilly hands moved beneath your shirt, pulling it up to reveal more of your soft skin.

The black scales on his cheeks were tinted pink. He smiled seductively at you “hey, Princess, why don’t we become one?” Jungkook poked out his long, forked tongue and licked the visible area on your stomach. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you had even worked up a bit of a sweat. You had no idea what was going on with Jungkook. Normally he was flirty and clingy, but tonight, he was sort of bewitching. “Wait, Jungkook-” a loud crash caused both you and Jungkook to stop. Jimin had literally burst through the window, grabbing Jungkook and thrown him off of you. In the process, you tumbled out of bed. “Are you okay?!” you questioned since he might have gotten hurt when breaking the glass.

Jimin straddled you, answering “I’m fine” which he most certainly was not. He wasn’t wearing any pants, giving you a full view of the already semi-hard package. “Where’s your underwear?!” you shouted, completely flustered. You couldn't decide where to look. Eventually, you managed to lock eyes with Jimin and gulped when you noticed the lustful look in his eyes. He almost seemed drunk. his body moved sluggishly, while his words were slow and sensual. “Huh? Oh, it’s okay. We’re getting married, so it’s okay” panicked, you squeaked “it’s not okay! Do you even know what marriage is?” Jimin looked back at Jungkook who was completely knocked out, then answered “it’s when you mate and lay eggs, right? With my pe-” by now your entire body was completely flushed, “that’s too direct! You can’t say that!” he smiled sweetly while asking “why not? I’m an adult. I’m not sterile either. I can mate, too, so it’s okay. I can even get married to you” his voice was captivating while he spoke. Jimin, too? What had gotten into them? He had changed way too much since all this talk about marriage. The sound of hooves alerted you that Hoseok was nearby. Hoseok, actually, kicked down your door, yelling “are you alright, master?” Your room was by now in total disarray, an unconscious naga on your bed and Hoseok had swiftly flung off Jimin who was now covering the small bump on his head from landing harshly on the floor.

“I’m too late” Hoseok stated. Relieved that at least one of them was acting normal you breathed out “thanks, Hobi. Everyone’s acting weird” he walked up to you and gestured to the sky. “I’m not surprised. After all, there is a full moon tonight. Instincts are fully awakened on this night” you turned to stare at the white ball hanging in the sky. “A full moon?” you questioned, encouraging Hoseok to elaborate on their unusual behavior “with marriage on the table, they must have lost control of themselves” you walked to the open window, shivering from the draft. “Just because of that? So are you okay, Hobi?” you asked. He almost sounded offended at the accusation, loudly claiming “of course! I don’t lose my head over a mere full moon! I swore my loyalty to you. My body and heart are yours. Therefore, you can do anything to me! We are as good as married!” He grabbed both your hands and pulled you close to him “come, you can touch me all you like, master!” 

By this point, you were shaking. Even Hoseok had succumbed to his instincts “you have lost it!” Hoseok moved his hands to your ass, you could faintly hear Jimin and Jungkook growling and hissing behind you. Jungkook’s tail had curled itself around the steel framing of your bed and bent it from squeezing so tightly. “princess, can I squeeze you?” Shocked at what you were seeing, you barely noticed Jimin walking closer to you, moaning “I want to squeeze you, too!” his sharp talons were fully extended, leaving claw marks as he walked closer to you.  “Don’t try to get ahead of me! I want to do it, too!” Hoseok stomped his hooves into the ground, creating large dents in the wooden floor.

They could obviously not control their strength, they were all acting on instinct. If they tried mating with you now, you might actually die. Fearing for your life, you sprinted out of your room, rushing towards the stairs. “I got you!” Jimin exclaimed when he grabbed your shoulder, “I’m not letting you go. You are destined to marry me, princess!” Jungkook clung to your arm. “Master’s marrying me!” Jimin whined, Hoseok angrily growled “only I am a worthy companion for my master” all three of them yelled your name so you could tell the others off.  Luckily, they had been so distracted by yelling at each other, they still had not noticed you make your escape. You ran downstairs and hid beneath the dinner table. You nearly screamed when your phone buzzed. You hurried to pull it out and answer so they wouldn’t hear. “Princess, are you alright?” Namjoon’s warm voice asked. “Namjoon!” you hissed angrily. “I forgot to tell you there’s a full moon tonight” irritated you seethed “yeah, I know! At this rate, we’ll be holding a funeral before the wedding!” You could faintly hear water splashing in the background. This guy had the nerve to call you while he was taking a bath. “Did you do them?” he casually asked which you strongly denied. “Since you brought up m-marriage, they’re even more excited than usual. They’re beyond my control” Namjoon hummed in understanding.

“So, have you decided who you’re marrying?” the fact that you didn’t answer, told him everything he needed to know. “So you haven’t decided yet.” you whined “I can’t possibly decide that!” instead of humoring your complaining, Namjoon sternly asked “have you discussed your plans for the future with them? You ran right to your room and hid, didn’t you?” you couldn’t defend yourself since his accusation was spot on.

“It’s no wonder they’re so uneasy, you won’t talk to them. That’s why they’re all acting like that” he sighed heavily “well, for the time being, you need to cool them down” you perked up, relieved to have a possible solution. “Is there a refrigerator nearby?” carefully, you rushed to the kitchen, opening the fridge. “you could cool them down with ice” clearly that wasn’t going to work. “You’re so thoughtless!” you chastised his bad idea, abruptly there was a loud splash and you could faintly hear Namjoon cursing a colorful selection of words “my phone fell in the bath-” the line cut to static before ending the call. “Namjoon? Namjoon?!” you were starting to panic again. You had no clue what to do. Sadly you didn’t have time to ponder it, all three guys bust through the door and ran straight into you. Completely wrecking the kitchen. “I caught you” Jimin gleefully cried, Hoseok seductively stated, “you won’t escape again, master.” Since you didn’t respond they all leaned back, Jungkook sweetly asked “what happened, princess? You’re soaking wet-” his voice turned cold when he looked at his hand. It was completely covered in a deep, maroon fluid. They all gasped in horror when they saw that you were laying in a pool of the liquid. They jumped from you in terror.

Confused, you sat up “huh? what? Oh, the ketchup… I hope it’ll wash off” you mumbled to yourself when you realized that you had landed on a full bottle of ketchup and its contents had been splashed everywhere. You sighed with relief “hey, you’ve calmed down. Are you back to normal?” You immediately regretted turning around. They were all glaring at you with a dangerous glow in their lust driven eyes.

When morning rolled around, they were sleeping soundly in the living room. Hoseok was lying face down on the couch with his upper body. His horse part on the floor. Jungkook was curled up on the second couch, clutching a thick blanket to his body and Jimin was sleeping on the coffee table, with the largest pillow you could find. Softly, you shook Jungkook’s shoulder and prodded “Jungkook, wake up. It’s morning. Jimin and Hobi, you too.” Jungkook yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes “huh? Good morning, princess…” he gasped in shock when he saw you. A large band-aid on your cheek, covering a cut from Jimin’s talons and an ice pack strapped to the bump on your head from being tackled by them all. With no amusement or joy in your voice, you responded “good morning.” They all examined your bruised body with concern.

“P-Princess, what happened?” Jimin stretched his wings before asking “who did this to you, master?” even Hoseok seemed utterly clueless as to what happened last night. “Did something happen?” All morning you had prepared for this. So with confidence, you declared “I’m fine! Well, not really. But this happened because I was indecisive! I made all of you feel uneasy. I’m going to try to make a decision.” You cleared your throat before announcing “I’m going to start dating all three of you as potential marriage partners. So, you know… I’ll look forward to it!” You felt unsure of how to end your little speech but decided you were happy with the outcome. All three of them had wide eyes and broad smiles. Clearly, they were happy and relieved to hear this from you. Although their joy didn’t last long because you suddenly started swaying and collapsed. Your body too tired and beaten from running to stay awake anymore. “Also… Go to bed early on full moon nights…” you groaned exhaustedly.

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Of Souls and Art

Summary: Soulmates are connected through what they write on their hands, and Phil's soulmate does more than just write; they draw the most beautiful things Phil's ever seen. He is the only person with a soulmate that he knows, so how will he find his one and only?

Author’s Notes: This is a soulmate au I have been working on for a while because I absolutely love soulmate aus! I can write more if wanted? A huge thanks to my amazing beta @diamond0604! I couldn't do it without her so thanks for putting up with my endless questions!! I hope you enjoy!!

Also an extra thanks to my friends who I bugged about title ideas and summaries! Thank you for putting up with me you guys are amazing!

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The first time he wrote on his skin was when he was eight. Phil had picked up the pen and wrote down bored in the middle of maths. He had felt a tingle on his hand and when he looked down he gasped so loudly it disturbed the entire class, but nobody minded. In fact, even the teacher was excited to see someone with a soulmate. A person who was a perfect match for them, the ideal someone. Barely anyone had a soulmate, anything you write on your own skin would appear on the other person, a beautiful and strange feat. Phil looked down at his right hand and there, clear as day, was maths? His teacher had got out his phone and taken a photo because “Wow, you don’t see that everyday.” Soulmates were so rare that meeting someone with one in your lifetime was highly unlikely, let alone being one. When he told her his mother had burst into tears. “Oh Phil! I wonder who the lucky girl is!” She had clasped him to her chest and Phil had to say, he had never been happier. He had soon learned that his soulmate was very good at drawing. They doodled flowers that etched their way up his arm. They drew waves that circled his fingers. He on the other hand had no talent in any way so he wrote to them. ‘Hi’ he wrote, ignoring the eye roll from his best friend PJ. There was a pause before Hey “Hey Phil?” PJ poked him. “You mind focusing on your friends?” He snickered. Phil rolled his eyes, “What happened to OMG YOU HAVE A SOULMATE WOW?” Phil teased, remembering his friend’s eager reaction back when they found out that Phil had a soulmate. “We were eight!” PJ groaned, “After nine years I’m used to it by now!” Phil ignored him. What would you like me to draw? They asked in the same scribbling handwriting as ever. PJ looked over Phil’s shoulder and smiled softly. “At least she’s nice.” He shrugged and Phil stifled a giggle, ignoring the small prickle in his chest. “Tell her a dog!” Chris shouted across the table. Both PJ and Phil groaned at the same time. “No! You got a dog yesterday,” Phil pointed out and Chris shrugged. ‘Totoro’ he wrote in reply. “You’re going to get ink poisoning.” PJ warned. Phil rolled his eyes. Nerd <3

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Phil slumped in his seat as the teacher’s whiteboard marker squeaked on the board, spelling out one word, ‘Soulmates’. He already knew what would happen, they would talk for an hour about things he had already felt. Then when he thought he was free he would be called up to the front of the class, in order to discuss how he felt and what it was like to “be a soulmate”. Which sounded plain awful in his opinion. Miss Tedium whirled around with a beaming smile, “This is going to be a very exciting class today!” she twittered in an irritating high pitched voice. Easy for you to say Phil wanted to grumble. Maybe he could just pretend to feel sick and spend the rest of the time on his phone in the bathroom. He knew it would be too obvious if he did so, considering he was the only soulmate in the school. In fact he was the only soulmate he knew of. Aside from his counterpart of course. “Firstly let’s talk about names,” she began opening up a Powerpoint onto the board. It displayed an arm held out, on it was written ‘my name is’. Phil huffed, he knew what she was about to say. “Now, soulmates cannot write their name on their arm, it will burn away leaving no trace except for pain.” She explained. He nodded, his soulmate and him had worked this out early into their friendship. When he had tried to say his name it had seared as though burning into his arm, then disappeared and only left the words ‘my name is’. This understandably left his soulmate very confused until they tried to respond with their name.

The class was hanging onto her every word, that was except for a boy named Jack who was sneering at the board as though it had mortally offended him. Miss Tedium was excitably explaining how it felt to write your name, as though she had any idea. Phil cringed as she told the class, “It feels as though you’re being given a chinese burn.” Which was definitely not true, but he let her go with it. The last thing he needed was Jack scoffing at him if he raised his hand to correct her.

The class continued on in much the same pattern, explaining different science theories about why they could see the ink on their soulmate’s skin. Phil wanted to smash his head on the table, everyone knew there was no theory behind it. The explanation was simple, these two humans are perfect for each other and can see what is written on the other’s skin. That’s it. Just as expected the teacher turned to him with a bright smile towards the end of the class, “We are lucky enough to have a Souler in this very room!” She bumbled over to Phil taking his hand and tugging him up to the front of the class. All the students eyes trained on him and he felt his skin flush in embarrassment. Jack glared at him as he stood in front of them all. “Philip would you mind sharing your experiences having a soulmate?” She asked, the way she phrased it made it seem as though Phil had a choice. Which he knew he didn’t. “Erm, first of all it actually feels like you’re being burned if you write your name,” he begun, wishing he could sink through the floor and die. At that moment his soulmate wrote something on his arm and Phil looked down happily. He felt his stomach untie its knots as he read the words inscribed there I’m sick please save me . Below it was a sad face with a thermometer sticking out of it’s mouth. He went to continue with his sentence, a new calm swirling through his mind. However it evaporated as quickly as it had come, “Hey Philip! Show us what they said!” One of Jack’s friends whooped. Despite knowing that the message wasn’t anything private, it felt special. Something he didn’t want to show to the whole class. He shook his head, “Sorry no.” Miss Tedium furrowed her eyebrows, “Philip it would be good for the class to see a real message from a soulmate.” She glared at him in a way that guaranteed this was not an option. He pressed his thumb into the message, forcing it to disappear, something that many people didn’t know soulmates could do. “Sorry,” he mumbled showing his blank hand, “They must have erased it.”

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“When’s the party?” Phil asked as he and Chris walked to the bus stop, the same way they did every day. Chris caught a different bus to Phil, but it worked out since they caught it from the same bus stop. “Nine,” Chris pointed at him warningly, “Don’t be late!” Phil nodded, he would have to write it down, “Do you have paper?” He asked. Chris shook his head, an apologetic look on his face. “Don’t worry,” He grabbed a pen from his pocket as they sat down on the bench, “Where is it?” “Jack’s house.” Chris told him, avoiding Phil’s eye contact. Phil felt his stomach drop, the last place he wanted to go was Jack’s house. ‘9pm Jack’s house’ Phil scribbled onto the back of his hand. The bus pulled into the stop with a screech. “I’ll be there!” He exclaimed while climbing onto the bus. “Don’t forget the cake!” Chris yelled back as the doors closed. Phil flopped onto his seat and added ‘Remember cake.’

~-~-~

The familiar tingle startled him out of his daze. There was nothing except a small arrow pointing to his note from earlier. “Shit!” He exclaimed leaping to his feet. He quickly scribbled out a ‘thanks!’ before grabbing the cake and running out the door. If he went fast enough he still might get there in time. You’re welcome :) “You’re here!” Chris exclaimed, not even bothering to hide his clear relief. Phil shrugged, trying to disguise how out of breath he was. He really needed to work out more, “Of course I am! Just got a bit held up.” Chris rolled his eyes, knowing just as well as Phil did that he’d nearly forgotten. “Phil.” Jack, a friend of PJ’s nodded at him curtly. He felt his forearm tingle gently and he forced himself not to check. Aside from Chris, PJ’s friends didn’t really like Phil having a soulmate. They were jealous. Phil could understand that. “Hi Jack, nice to see you.” He forced a smile onto his face, Jack didn’t return it. Leaving Phil standing there awkwardly grinning for no reason, he let it slip off his face. Taking the opportunity to glance at the clock, it read 9:04pm. Suppressing a groan he stared around, waiting for PJ to turn up. One of the other friends glared at him as though it was his choice to have someone who was so perfect for him. He allowed the familiar tingles to calm him, they wrapped around his arms and travelled all the way to his wrist. “Don’t let your filthy Seele hands touch anything,” Jack spat at him and Phil winced at the slur. Seele was a word for someone with a soulmate, it wasn’t popularly used as it was more of a slur than a description. People tended to prefer Souler, a polite term that merely stated that they had a soulmate. Chris walked over with a frown, “Hey! You said you weren’t going to say anything, for PJ remember?” He looked at Jack with a glare and there was a pause before Jack shrugged. “I’m going to go to the bathroom Chris,” Phil mumbled. Chris opened his mouth to say something but Phil was already walking away. He took three deep breaths, staring at himself in the mirror. “You’re ok. You’re doing this for Peej.” He checked the door again to make sure no one was coming in before checking under his sleeve. Sure enough, an intricate tree was curling around his arm, splaying out to his shoulder. The branches curled down his fingers, leaving small leaves and branch patterns on his knuckles. He smiled softly, his soulmate’s art was stunning. Phil loved whenever they got bored enough to do a proper artwork on their arms. The leaves were still being added detail to, small hums tickling the palm of his hand and bubbling on his fingertips. Footsteps approached the door and he yanked his sleeve down as fast as he could. He managed to get it down in time but PJ smiled softly at him, he knew that movement too well for it to be properly hidden. “Hey, Chris told me what happened. You ok?” PJ asked. Phil felt his stomach constrict in guilt. It was PJ’s birthday and he was spending it comforting Phil, “Yeah,” Phil shook his head, “Don’t worry about me. Go have fun, I’ll be out in a sec.” PJ rolled his eyes, “Can you at least show me.” He asked with a comforting smile. Phil rolled up his sleeve to reveal the tree. “Wow… it’s beautiful,” PJ gasped, “They’re improving!” Phil nodded, staring at the branches, allowing the detail being added to untie the knot in his chest. As PJ led him out of the bathroom, Phil didn’t even argue. He let the branches keep him relaxed, the way they tingled their way up his arm.

~-~-~

Phil groaned as his teacher begun to explain the newest assignment. Art, ironically his worst subject considering his soulmate’s skills. “You will be drawing a self portrait,” His teacher exclaimed as though it was something to be excited about. Phil had to restrain himself from smashing his head on the table. Why a self portrait? He bit his lip and wished soulmate’s could harness each other’s traits, since he was definitely going to fail this class. With a sigh of trepidation he picked up a pencil and begun to draw the outline of his face, knowing he was going to make it more blocky than necessary. He practiced on his hand due to lack of paper and couldn’t suppress a grin as a response tingled only moments later.   What is that meant to be? They wrote. Phil wanted to scream both with frustration and exasperation, that wasn’t a good start. Instead he smirked and wrote back ‘What you can’t tell?’ The response was instantaneous, A square? “Phil, you can’t possibly be so crap they can’t even tell what it is?” PJ laughed, reading Phil’s hand with a grin. Phil rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out, “Apparently so.” ‘Nope, but I don’t blame you.’ He begun to sketch out the face shape on his paper, it turned out almost worse than the first time. OH GOD IT’S A FACE NO STOP PJ actually burst out laughing when he read the message and Phil kicked him so harshly in the leg that he let out a yelp. “Shut up.” He pouted, but it disappeared as his hand tingled softly, a sign that his soulmate was writing something. Instead of words, a perfectly shaped face, similar to the one Phil had been trying to produce was drawn on his wrist. You’re welcome :)

~-~-~

Mrs Danderbury was so boring Phil was sure he would pass out. Science, quite possibly one of the worst subjects there was and Mrs Danderbury most certainly did not make it any better. “Phillip?” She droned and Phil nodded. “What do you get when you combine one Oxygen with two Hydrogen atoms?” Phil refrained from groaning, this was Year Eight stuff! In fact, he was almost positive he had been learning this all his life. “Water.” She nodded, seemingly happy that he had been listening. Even though he hadn’t. A tingle traced itself around his wrist. Phil glanced down at the welcome distraction. A fake watch was drawn on there, time set to exactly 2:58. Only 2 mins to go till my freedom! How about you? Was scribbled underneath. Phil glanced around the room to make sure no one was looking before scribbling a reply. ‘Same’ He wondered if he should write down the thought currently pounding his brain. London? London? London?

Before he could change his mind he added, ‘Does that mean you live in London too?’ There was a small pause where little dots would appear on his arm but nothing else. It seemed as though his soulmate was unsure of how to respond. Phil thought his heart was going to explode from waiting when

YES!

~-~-~

“PJ!” He screamed, running down the hall not caring who stared at him. “PJ!” He didn’t even care when he halted to a stop beside his bewildered best friend who was currently in the middle of talking to Jack. “Hi Jack. Nice to see you.” Phil smiled falsely, “Can I borrow PJ for a minute?” He asked grabbing PJ’s arm and yanking him away before Jack had time to respond, “Thanks!” He called over his shoulder. “Phil what on earth is going on?” PJ gasped when Phil released his arm. Phil didn’t reply but simply pulled up his shirt to reveal the writing. PJ gasped as he read over it. “London?” He asked running a hand through his already messy hair. Phil nodded, heart drumming against his chest with excitement. “London! London PJ! They live in London!” Phil shouted as he danced around the room. “Phil you need to meet up with them!” PJ grabbed his shoulders. Meet up with them? That sounded so much scarier coming out of PJ’s mouth than it had in his head. He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, PJ stared at him expectantly. Eventually he swallowed thickly, “That’s so terrifying though.” PJ shook him slightly, “Hello? Phil Lester? You in there?” He slapped his hand to his head. “You can meet your soulmate Phil! Of course it’s scary! But are you really considering not?” Before Phil had a chance to respond his hand tingled yet again. Are you free tomorrow? Was written in the neatest handwriting his soulmate had ever used. Underneath was a small Totoro as they knew Phil loved Totoro. “Say yes Phil.” PJ said while reading over his shoulder. “This is your chance.” Phil nodded, his hand shaking slightly when he wrote down a small ‘Yes.’

~-~-~

His mother gave him a tight hug, “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” She asked for the third time this morning. He rolled his eyes at her with a grin, “Positive. I want this to be an independent thing that I do.” He told her, not for the first time. She sighed but clearly didn’t seem to mind too much. Her smile was soft as she hugged him once again. “She’ll be great,” she assured him. He felt the familiar prickle in his chest when anyone said she. He assumed it was because you weren’t meant to know their pronouns. Another thing which couldn’t be written on their skin. “I know.” He replied with a bright grin.

~-~-~

“What if they’re awful?” He gasped, chewing his fingernails fearfully. “What do you know about them?” Chris asked as they sat at their usual table at lunch, Phil was much more stressed than usual. “They must be left handed because they always write notes on my right arm. They know enough about nerdy stuff to be able to draw it for me. Although I can’t be sure they don’t search it up obviously. I don’t know really anything about them guys, what if it’s wrong? What if she's some bleach blonde with a bikini body who hates video games and takes one look at me and laughs? What if-” PJ held up a hand at him to stop. “You’re rambling and talking nonsense. These things don’t get it wrong ok?”

Phil took a deep breath. What if I’m the first?” He mumbled. Chris rolled his eyes, “They call you soulmates for a reason Phil. Because you’re perfect for each other. She’ll be great.”

~-~-~

‘Kensington Gardens?’ Phil wrote again, to confirm. As though expecting it, his soulmate replied with Kensington Gardens at 4 :) “You right?” Chris asked as the bus approached down the street. “Definitely.” Phil smiled back before jumping onto the bus. His heart hammering with nerves. ‘Can’t wait’ Phil wrote back. The bus trip was spent stressing. Also chatting to the lady beside him who saw him write can’t wait on his hand and questioned it. “You’ve never met them before?” She asked with a knowing smile, wrinkled hands folded neatly on her lap. Phil considered lying, but there was no point as she could clearly see a conversation written on his two hands. “First time.” He smiled back. She didn’t attack him with questions. Nor did she tell him that there was no such thing as a soulmate. She simply nodded and asked, “How are you feeling?” “I’m so excited,” he stammered and as she raised an eyebrow added, “But also terrified.” “You’ll be perfect for each other. You are very lucky.”

~-~-~

He looked around the gardens, fingers twitching in his pocket.

There were three people there:

A very pretty girl with black hair who would be fine with Phil

A boy with blond messy hair who was approaching the black haired girl

An old man who was feeding pigeons

The blond boy wrapped his arm around black haired girl and basically stuck his tongue down her throat. She seemed fine with that so hopefully it wouldn’t be her. Though Phil wasn’t ok with it being an easily 80 year old man. He glanced around. Had they changed their mind? Just as he pulled out his pen to write a note he saw a boy walk up the path. He had brown chestnut hair which consisted of lots of adorable ringlets. Tanned skin which seemed to glow in the light. Phil watched the boy walk into the gardens before remembering why he was there. Soulmate. Seriously Phil focus. Where was she?

He scribbled onto his hand. ‘Are you on your way?’ He wrote with a badly drawn stick figure beside it. While waiting for the tingle he watched the people already in the park. The blond haired boy and the black haired girl were off in their own world, seemingly only interested in the lips that had been locked to theirs for the last couple of minutes. The old man was leaving having finished feeding the birds. Chestnut boy however was smiling at his hand, deep dimples puncturing each side of his face. He wrote something down. Phil’s heart skipped a beat as his hand began to tingle. Already here! Where are you? They wrote with a small pacman underneath. Phil took a deep breath before writing ‘Do you by any chance have chestnut brown hair and adorable dimples?’ The chestnut boy glanced down at his hand before looking up in shock. Eyes quickly scanning over Phil. He seemed to do a double take as he realised Phil was the only person without his tongue stuck down someone’s throat. Phil raised a hand to wave but the boy was already running towards him. He stopped about a metre away. Phil waited for him to speak. Instead the boy looked down at his hand and wrote. Phil felt the tingle instantaneously. Hi, just checking before I make a fool of myself.

Phil laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. “Hi.” Phil mumbled, cheeks flushed red. “Hi.” The boy responded, staring at his shoes. Phil took a deep breath. “Your art is amazing.” The boy glanced up in shock before laughing softly, “And yours is shit.” Phil covered his chest in mock hurt, “How dare you?”

“I like you anyway.” “Good to know. Or this would be rather awkward.” Phil hadn’t realised they had moved closer until he was only a step away from the boy. “Your name is?” The boy asked with a smile. “Phil.” He replied, “You?” The boy smiled, “Dan.” “Nice to meet you Dan.” He gasped as Dan wrapped his arms around Phil squeezing him tightly. His body warm, a comfortable barrier against the cold air. “You too Phil.” He murmured into Phil’s shoulder.

~-~-~

“Wait wait wait!” Dan held up his hands later that day, smile glittering in the light given off by the street lamps. “You like Muse?” Phil nodded, entranced by the dimple in Dan’s cheek. He couldn’t believe they had been talking all day, but spending time with Dan was just natural. They had clicked comfortably, the awkwardness evaporating after the hug Dan had given out of the blue. “Damn the soulmate thing is right you’re perfect for me.” Dan laughed, laying his head into the crook of Phil’s neck. They both stared up at the branches waving above them, reflecting the moonlight in beautiful patterns across Dan’s face. Phil laughed softly, “I feel obliged to tell you that I don’t like cheese.” Dan shot up from where they were lying down, glaring at Phil as though mortally offended. “What was that?” Dan asked smirking. He started to poke Phil wherever he could reach and Phil attempted to squirm away from him, laughing loudly. “I don’t… AH! Like… cheese!” He gasped between dodging pokes and laughing. Dan giggled finally relenting and wriggling back into Phil’s side. Their legs and arms brushing against each other in a way that made Phil’s insides squirm with happiness. “I still like you, just slightly less.” “Oi!”

~-~-~

“What was she like!” PJ and Chris practically jumped on him. Phil laughed at their eagerness. “ She doesn’t exist.” He said closing his locker and their mouths dropped open. “W-what? That’s not possible she has to exist!” Chris stammered as they walked down the hall. Just at that moment Phil’s hand tingled. “See she’s writing to you now!” PJ held up Phil’s hand and Phil nodded. “She doesn’t exist guys.” He stopped outside his english classroom, “But he does.” He walked into the classroom without another word, leaving them both gaping at him. Dan’s face on Skype was not as beautiful as in person, but the blurry pixels would have to do for now. “Hi!” He exclaimed, blushing a deep shade of red as Phil’s picture came into focus. Phil grinned when he saw the dimple create a crevice in his soulmate’s cheek. He waved back, “Hello! I have two people here who are sending me death glares to meet you.” Phil exclaimed, glancing up at Chris and PJ. Both of whom were bustling with excitement to finally meet Phil’s soulmate. Dan’s mouth dropped open in shock but he nodded, clearly flustered at the lack of warning. “Don’t worry,” Phil assured him as Chris and PJ slipped onto screen. He watched as they both examined Dan, saying their hellos. PJ leaned over to whisper in Phil’s ear, “He’s cute.” Clearly he said it too loudly as Dan turned an even darker shade of red, looking impossibly adorable as he hid behind his sweater paws. “Have you looked at Phil lately?” Dan mumbled sarcastically from behind his hands. This time it was Phil’s turn to turn into a tomato as both PJ and Chris burst out laughing and Dan poked his head out. Meanwhile Phil glared at his soulmate fondly, wishing he could dig a hole and die. Choosing instead to watch as Dan interacted with his two best friends, only days after they had met in real life for the first time. Was there a word that explained the way his chest fluttered every time Dan looked at him, his dimples poked into his cheeks. They continued to talk to each other, Dan slowly relaxing as they chatted about anime. Phil grinned as Dan began ranting about his favourite character from Free! Haru. Who just so happened to look exactly like Phil. “Holy crap you’re perfect for eachother,” Chris mumbled, Phil only just managed to pick it up and clearly so did Dan as he burst out laughing. He placed a hand to his heart in mock offense, “What does that say about me?” He teased Phil. Phil grumbled, having to force a frown on his face as Dan grinned at him, his eyes twinkling even through the shitty webcam. “Shut up.” He pouted and both PJ and Chris poked him teasingly.

~-~-~

They sat hand in hand, legs dangling down from tree in the park next to Phil’s school. Phil watched as Dan spluttered. “No, I haven’t kissed anyone actually. I have a soulmate, or did you forget?” Dan grumbled, his eyes trained at the branches at his feet. Phil felt his heart leap as Dan rubbed his thumb along the edge of Phil’s palm. He followed Dan’s line of gaze, to the branches below them, he remembered the way they had calmed him when he had been stressed. “No I didn’t funnily enough. I got kissed actually, by a girl who stopped when I shoved her off me,” He explained resting his head on Dan’s shoulder. They sat in comfortable silence after that, their arms swinging between their bodies. Linked in the way they always had, but more warm, and solid. Phil closed his eyes, listening to Dan’s breathing.

~-~-~

Jack scoffed as he approached, causing both PJ and Chris to turn and glare at him. “What?” He held up his hands in mock surrender, “It’s just amusing that the Seele hasn’t even kissed his soulmate yet.” Chris growled but PJ looked incredibly shocked at the slur. Jack had been careful up to this point not to use it in front of him. “I will kiss Dan when I want to,” Phil murmured, his voice laced with anger. He was planning to take Dan out on a coffee date today, and the last thing he needed was Jack’s thoughts on the matter. “Enjoy kissing your scum boyfriend, you’re both just a pair of filthy rats.” Jack sneered. Phil was on his feet the second Jack insulted Dan, his chair toppling over behind him with a loud crash. He grabbed Jack by the collar growling right in front of his face, “Say whatever you want about me, but never. Ever. Insult Dan again.” Jack’s eyes were wide in shock, but his mouth was set in a classic smirk. “Protecting the scumbag are we?” He teased and Phil saw red. Connecting his fist with Jack’s face he sent the boy flying across the oval. Chris let out a whoop, pumping his fist in the air. Phil was struggling not to laugh with exhilaration. If it wasn’t for the anger still pulsing in his veins, he might have joined Chris in his little victory dance.

~-~-~

Dan’s head was resting in the crook of his neck, his eyelashes tickling Phil’s skin. Phil was hyperaware of every place their bodies were touching. Every breath Dan took fanned against his chin. They were lying on the soft grass of Kensington Gardens, their coffee cups discarded in the bin down the path. There was barely anyone around due to how late it was, the moon and streetlamps were their only source of light. Phil watched as the tree above them swayed in the light wind, every branch jostling as it did so. It was so peaceful. “I punched someone today,” He told Dan, still looking up at the branches above them. Dan sat up in shock, staring at Phil with wide eyes filled with worry for him. “Why?” He prompted, his lips so close and kissable Phil wanted to cry, or reach up and just kiss him, but he doubted Dan would like him to leave him without an explanation. He shrugged, “They called you a scumbag.” He explained softly, reaching up a hand to brush a curl out of Dan’s warm eyes. Without any other warning Dan leant down and connected their lips softly. His lips saying thank you gently as they brushed against Phil’s. Phil could feel his heart explode with butterflies, his stomach flipping and his head spinning. He leant up into the kiss, turning them around so they were both sitting up straighter. Dan tasted like vanilla and his lips were slightly chapped. Every time they touched Phil’s it filled his body with tingles, exactly like when Dan wrote to him except everywhere, spreading across his body like a warm blanket. “Wow,” Dan murmured when they finally pulled away, his forehead resting against Phil’s, his breath fanning against Phil’s face. “Wow,” Phil agreed with a smile.

~-~-~

How’s my favourite boyfriend?

Phil rolled his eyes. ‘I hope you mean only boyfriend’ He replied with a smirk. The teacher started discussing the novel they were reading and Phil pretended to listen while waiting for a response. Sure sure :)  If it makes you feel better

Jack shot him a look from across the classroom. For once in his life, Phil didn’t care. ‘You’re an idiot’

Love you too xx

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Bringing Up the Bodies

I’m very happy that I have people to tag on this, who actually enjoy it! Although, this chapter is ‘meh’ it will get better, a lot more stuff will happen! I just don’t want to give anything away. Thank you, again and again, from the bottom of my heart, for reading, I appreciate it more than you all know!

Chapter Seven: Straighten Up

Finishing inventory, Simon dismissed the Saviors and went on his way to get food. It was close to dinner time, so good for the wives and Negan were ready. Simon went down and met with Margo, who was working on the schedule; she smiled upon seeing him.

"Simon," she greeted, "how was the haul?"

"Good," he muttered, "how's the girl?"

"She's fine," Margo replied, hand on her hip, "she's happy to work in the kitchen. Little thing, how old is she?"

"Negan says she said she's 25," Simon shrugged, "musta been out there for awhile for her to get so weak."

Margo frowned and shook her head, "See the scar?" Giving a nod, Simon tried not to remember how Naomi looked on her arrival, "She eat?"

"Like a bird," Margo quipped with a warm smile, "she's a bit wobbly, but I think she's gonna make it. Negan says she gets first plate tonight, mind takin' it up to her?"

Simon hummed again, "Will do...I gotta stop by the library first."

•••

Naomi was wide awake when Simon came with dinner; he and Carson stepped in, Simon carrying the plate of food and a book under his arm. He didn't smile, he kept up his tough demeanor as he followed in after Carson, who cleared his throat, gathering her attention. Naomi was drawing on the whiteboard, simple little doodles; looking up, she saw the men and forced a small smile and waved.

This made Simon finally crack and smile; "Chow," he said, "got some soft stuff for ya."

Naomi set the board aside and signed, Thank you.

Carson stepped to her side, grabbing vitamins and pain killers, "Here, take these before you eat."

Naomi obliged, grabbing the cup of water beside her and downing the pills in one big gulp. She thanked Simon again as he set the plate in her lap; Simon smiled still nodding. 

"Mind givin' us a minute, doc?" He muttered.

Carson frowned, looking at Naomi, then back at him, "Um, okay. I'll be having my dinner out there, Naomi."

Naomi gave a nod as Carson stepped out, closing the door behind him. She looked at Simon as he grabbed a chair and sat beside her; her mind wondering what he wanted. She felt vulnerable as he set himself comfortably; she grabbed the board and wrote, What do you need from me?

Simon licked over his bottom lip, "Uh, I just wanted--Negan wanted me to check on you," he lied softly, "I'm...if you would rank us, I'm his number one, you know?"

Naomi nodded.

He let out a sigh, "So, I'm his eyes and ears where he can't be. Are you doing alright?"

Naomi nodded again, looking at the food on her plate, mashed potatoes and steamed veggies.

"Margo help you?" He asked quickly.

Taking a bite of her potatoes, she nodded once again, then grabbed her board, She is very kind, thank you for putting me in the kitchen

Simon hummed, "Yeah, it's so Carson can keep a close eye on you...it's close to the infirmary."

There was silence as Naomi began to eat slowly; it was a bit awkward, but Naomi didn't seem to mind, she liked having company. Awkward or not, she'd take it.

"I, uh..." Simon cleared his throat as Naomi's eyes met his; he was in awe of how large and bright they were, "I'm...I got you a book," he took the book forgotten from under his arm, "it's Hemingway, one of my favorites."

Naomi smiled, her cheeks turning pink; she signed to him, Thank you

Setting the book beside her on the bed, he sat up straighter, "And, I've been learning, um..." he became nervous for some reason, "I'm learning ASL...to, uh, help you. Negan's always busy so if you need anything you can come to me. It's gonna be hard to carry that board around a lot."

Naomi felt her heart swell, she smiled wider, and signed, how good are you?

He chuckled, "Um...not that good, but I'm learning."

She clapped softly, You and Dwight will be life savers!

Simon squinted a bit, trying to remember the signs, "Life savers?" Naomi nodded approvingly, "It'll be easier, someone close by to help when you don't have the board or a pen and paper."

Naomi ate a bit more before she grabbed the whiteboard and began to write: I really appreciate it, I owe you guys a lot

Simon rolled his eyes playfully, rubbing the scruff of his beard, "Nah, don't worry about it. When you get healthy, kid, me 'n you will get you started on training."

Naomi wiped the board and wrote: Is that the gift Negan was talking about?

Simon shook his head, knowing what Negan had meant, "Nah...nah, that's something completely different. In due time, everything will fall into place."

Smiling, Naomi set the board aside and continued to eat. They were engulfed in a comfortable silence now with Simon pulling the travel sized ASL book from his back pocket. Naomi had taken noticed, again, smiling at him, feeling accepted, something she hadn't felt in years.

•••

Sarai watched as a few Saviors stood by the parlor doors, guarding the way out, waiting for Ashley. She was banished. Negan had decided to make her go back to work and she wasn't allowed to take anything with her. The men were there to watch her while Negan was off with Tanya. Sarai sat and watched Ashley eat her last meal, slowly chewing and drinking wine; Sarai felt too sick to eat herself.

"Are you done yet?" One of the men said, "Its gettin' late and we'd like to fuckin' eat too."

Ashley glanced from her plate and frowned; "Fuck you."

The men laughed, "You're the fucked one, honey."

"Shut the hell up," Sarai sneered, "go wait outside, dogs!"

The men frowned, rolling their eyes and stepped out. The heavy parlor doors shut loudly behind them. Ashley looked back at her plate, the food was half eaten and she was working on her third glass of wine.

"I'm sorry," Sarai said suddenly, "but, this is your fault. I don't know how many times I told you--"

"Please," Ashley grit her teeth, "just...don't lecture me right now. At least I'll be back downstairs with my sister and real husband."

Sarai stood and went over, sitting beside Ashley, "At least you have family to go back to, ya'know," she murmured. "At least they aren't dead."

Ashley sighed deeply, hanging her head, "I let this go to my head...I was..." she trailed; her voice fading as they heard the headboard in Tanya's room banging. Ashley groaned, "I really let him get in my head."

"Just be glad he isn't gonna kill you," Sarai reminded her.

"Yeah," she mumbled in reply, "but he's gonna work me like a dog."

"It could be worse," Sarai added, "you had it made for awhile, now you're just going to work again. You could be down in a cell."

Ashley shrugged, "I know...I know," her eyes met Sarai's, "what are you gonna do about your baby?"

Sarai shrugged back, "I dunno. I'll tell him...if he kicks me down, I'll just meet you back in the garden, just like before."

Letting a laugh escape, Ashely shook her head, "Yeah, it'll be like before," she paused, the smile fading, "but, uh, I hope he doesn't kick you out. I hope he wants your baby."

Sarai felt tears well up, and her throat clench, "Really?"

She gave a nod, "I do."

Sarai got up and leaned over, hugging Ashley as the tears fell down her cheeks, "Thank you."

Ashley sniffled, "You're welcome. You deserve it."

•••

The following morning, once Ashley was gone, Negan entered the parlor and noticed how quiet it was. Sarai had brought up breakfast and Tanya was reading; her eyes lifted upon hearing Negan enter, "Coffee?"

Negan hummed quietly, "Never noticed how empty this fuckin' place was without her."

His voice was full of distaste, not remorse. Tanya knew what he was thinking, and she expected she or Sarai would be the ones to find a new wife. 

"Sarai," Negan called to his wife as she set the table for herself and Tanya. 

Sarai looked over, seeing her husband saunter over, smiling at her, "Yes, Negan?"

"We have a new girl down in the fuckin' infirmary who could use a haircut," Negan leaned against the empty chair to her right. "Wanna be a doll and give her one?"

Sarai frowned slightly, wondering if it was that mute girl she had met, "The quiet one?"

Negan nodded, still smiling, "She wants the scar covered up, and she needs her hair shorter. We fuckin' don't want someone to grab ahold of her so goddamn easily."

Sarai nodded, her stomach fluttering happily, "Do you want me to bring her up here?"

Negan clasped his hands, the leather of his jacket crinkling under his arms, "Why the fuck not? Show her how the other half lives," he kidded.

"What's wrong with her?" Sarai questioned after a moment; she set food on plates for herself and Tanya.

The subject had gotten to Negan; he covered up his sudden emotion by stealing toast with strawberry jam, "She's deaf," he said with his mouth full; swallowing he finished, not meeting her eyes, "she can kinda hear."

Sarai nodded, "Okay...so I can talk to her but she can't talk back," she said this to herself.

"Yeah. And ya'know what, give her some of Ashley's fuckin' clothes, anything comfortable."

"Okay," Sarai mumbled. "When do you want me to collect her?"

Negan finally looked up at her, "Whenever. Take her up the goddamn lift, she can barely fuckin' walk."

Sarai hummed, "I’ll get her after breakfast."

Negan smiled, taking noticed of Sarai's chocolate skin glowing, "Thank you, darlin'...you know," he leaned in close to her, setting the half eaten toast down, "you're glowin'...I like it."

Sarai blushed, smiling nervously as her heart started to beat rapidly, "Shut up, Negan and get outta here. I'm sure Simon is waiting for you."

He chuckled and kissed her, keeping his nose and forehead close, "Ill see you later. Play nice with our new friend."

Sarai rolled her eyes, patting his chest, "Go."

Negan gave her another kiss on the corner of her mouth and turned to leave. He stopped just as Tanya stood up to join Sarai at the table, "You, honey, you're allowed out too," he placed his hand on her shoulder, "be a good girl."

Tanya smirked, "Does that mean I'm suppose to look for potential new pussy?"

Negan leaned, laughing, "Oh, honey, you know me too fuckin’ well."

"Get outta here, Negan," she too patted his cheek softly.

"Wives," he mumbled playfully to himself as he left the parlor.

Once the door shut, Tanya exhaled deeply and joined Sarai, "Do you think we need a new girl up here?"

Sarai nodded, "We're gonna need a couple of we gotta keep up with Negan," she paused, "and if he's gonna find out about the baby."

Tanya hummed, "I forgot. I'll look...hopefully he'll find himself his own. I really hate looking for girls for him. He's so goddamn picky."

Sarai laughed, shaking her head, "His definition of pretty is way different than yours, that's for sure."

"Well," Tanya began, "maybe that girl could be a new one?"

"I don't think so," Sarai took a sip of orange juice, "she's just a little thing, I don't think she's even legal. You know Negan and his damn rules."

Tanya sighed defeatedly, "Okay. Okay. I'll spend my day looking at tits and ass for my husband."

Lifting her glass of juice, Sarai murmured, "Cheers."

Tanya did the same, "Cheers."

•••

Men bowed as Negan strolled through the cafeteria, Lucille propped on his shoulder, making his way to get breakfast. He liked to be surrounded with his men when he ate, it made his mind empty, listening and watching others than sitting by himself. He and Simon sat together, Lucille lay on the table next to his breakfast; they were talking about plans for the day as they scooped eggs and bacon into their mouths. 

"Freddy found an empty outlet mall," Simon said, "we're goin' out in an hour to check it out."

"Freddy found it?" Negan cocked a brow.

Simon shrugged, "Well, Arat did, but you know she hates takin' credit for anything."

Rolling his eyes, Negan took a sip from his coffee, "I will never fuckin’ understand women."

"Speaking of," Simon added, "I think that kid, Naomi, ought to be out, get some vitamin D or whatever, help her walk."

Negan frowned slightly, "What? Let her outside? The fuck for?"

"She's too fuckin' pale and it'd be easy on her to use the railings to walk," Simon affirmed. "Can't have her locked away forever."

Negan couldn't understand why Naomi was such a sore subject for him. He had barely met the girl and she was already a major factor in his head. He couldn't understand what it was.

Clearing his throat, Negan sat up straighter, "I'll let you take the reigns on this one, Simon. I'm gonna stay here today."

Simon smirked, "You lookin' for a new piece of ass?"

Negan laughed, "You fuckin' know it. And I have to make sure Ashley keeps her fucking ass in line."

Simon shook his head, "Are you sure boss?"

"I'm sure," Negan gulped down his lukewarm coffee. "You make sure those assholes don't screw shit up while I'm fuckin' here."

"You got it, boss."

•••

Naomi stumbled as she stepped out of the bed, her hands gripped Carson's forearms as she prepared to walk. Carson encouraged her softly, leading her towards the bathroom; this occurred often, and still her legs weren't used to the exercise.

"You can do it," Carson placed his hand on her back, leading the way.

Naomi swallowed, her legs less wobbly as before, she could feel her calves and knees growing stronger. She held on to keep her weight even. As they got to the bathroom, Carson let her go, letting her lean on the sink, "How do you feel?"

Naomi held up her thumb.

"Is it okay if I leave you?"

She nodded, standing up straighter at the sink. Carson watched her for a moment, before reminding her to knock three times if she needed him. Again, she nodded and shut the door behind him.

Naomi looked at herself in the small mirror, seeing it the was cracked up on the left handed corner, the lines scattered down, distorting her face. She couldn't remember the last time she really looked at herself; her hallowed cheeks, large brown eyes sunken in dark circles. 

I look dead, she thought, I need to eat more...maybe go outside when I can walk.

Pushing her thoughts aside, she began to brush her teeth, her knees knocking twice as she held herself up with her right arm. She managed to finish and then clean her face, her right arm still holding her up right; after, she walked, or rather wobbled to the toilet that was close to the sink and set to do her business.

After she finished, she made it back to the sink, knocking on door three times. The door opened, her eyes meeting Sarai's; she was surprised, she jumped slightly.

Sarai laughed, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Naomi nodded once as she stepped back.

"Carson is busy checking up on Davey, and Negan said you wanted a haircut," Sarai smiled at her.

Again, she nodded and started towards the door. Placing her arm around Naomi's waist, she helped her towards the wheelchair that was out and ready. Sarai grabbed the whiteboard and marker from the bed and handed it to Naomi, "Are you ready?"

Naomi began to write; Where are we going?

"Upstairs," Sarai replied. 

As she wheeled Naomi out, down the halls towards the lift, she began to wonder out loud; "How old are you?"

Naomi lifted the board as the lift jerked up and began to ascend; 25

Sarai smiled to herself, "Really?" Naomi nodded. "Well, do you mind me asking, have you ever been married?"

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i was tagged by @iamyoongisgf !!! thank u ireland i rlly do lov u !!!!! this is c*te  i am,,.,. Unworthy :” ))) n i really like talkin soooo.., sorry if its 2 long ! :/ i think im funny ew

five things you’ll find in my bag:

a shrine of bts my phone !lol!! i use it 2 much sjndfefsn

a pez dispenser ?????? idk the twins gave it 2 me 

a metrocard bc i have 2 get places through a metal garbage tube :/

the Book I’ve Been Reading (the perks of being a wallflower)

som index cards that i doodled on

five things in my bedroom:

a bunch of empty water bottles lmaoo

Shitton of polaroids 

an 🍎candle !!! i rlly lov candles !!!!!!!!

this Big whiteboard that i also doodle on n write abt how much i Stan Legends (n my nephews draw on it)

a collection of bath bombs,,,, some1 call me min yoongi !1?!1? i actually licked 1 plz stop me sjbiduasnzkja

five things I’ve always wanted to do in life?

listen 2 jhope’s Mixtape 

thats it.

oh n make others happy,,,,, js

five things that make me happy:

bts 

bangtan boys

Bulletproof Boy Scouts 

Bangtan Sonyeondan

my mutuals,,.,.,.

five things I’m currently into:

into ???? urm ? yikes,,,, idk

i just got back in2 the habit of reading paperbacks so !!! :” ) 

i try 2 b a very artistic person so im rlly into drawing, painting,, any type of art tbh

thi s might b a shocker but ,., … , bts WOW 

girls,..,. beautiful angels that Roam this 🌍

five things on my to-do list:

????? listen 2 hobi’s mixtape ???? idk 

i wanna fill up a coloring book !! like,,..,. a professional 1 !!!

finish school bc nicki told me 2 : ‘ (

just,,,.,.,… 2 make others happy damnit!!!!!!!!

not die ???? idk im t r yin

five things people may not know about me:

????um,,, i h*te mustard im sorry u can hate on me my ask box is open 

i used 2 like 5sos LMAO JAKODNSADSZKDJ

i speak fluent polish !!!! (i go 2 polish school as well,,, it Sucks good b y e)

i actually got tumblr like,,,.,… 4 years ago jus never TRULY used it until not 2 long ago yikes ewewew

jimin made me sob once,.,..,, not kidding (i cant cry easily lmao)

i tag (u don’t need 2 do this obvi i just wanna tag y’all) :

@yoongisluvr ,, mel my new frend,,, ilov u thank u 4 being nice 2 me 💓‼️ @forjisoo ,, im sorry 4 being impatient last time 😣,, i lov u shin bless ur kind soul @taesoft ,, bc anno ur cool !  n i highkey lowkey wanna be friends :” ) @lovbhobi ,, melissa u r so sweet 2 me thank u ily ksadjnfozcxinsfd 🌙💕 @foryoubybts ,, im probly annoying u heather but ????? im lov u ????? 💌✨ @2youngho ,,, ELLI I JUS LOV U !!!! N I LOV TAGGIN U IN THINGYS !!! !!  ❤️❤️ @lunahobi ,,, nic i didn’t tag u in the last thing but u deserved 2 b,, so now im tagging u in this bc i do lov u ⭐️🌟 @yoongisgaygf ,,, nicole !!!!!! i lov u n i wanna kno more abt u, ty 4 being nice 2 me 😖💞💖 @taesgurl ,, i feel like u r mad @ me :// but id like 2 get 2 kno u better luisa !! 😞💝 @jacksvn ,, we don’t talk taylor but u bless my feed so :” ) ty ❣️ @iseola ,, new mutual ! hi daniella ur acc is so Cute ! 🌹 @jeongkug ,, meko we r also new mutuals but askdjdoassk i already lov u !!!!!!!!!! 🔆☀️ @sugahyung ,,, tyler,,, psa ty 4 following my dumbass on snap ily :((( 🌷 @jungkook-junkie ,, tessa ty 4 tagging me in stuff!! i lov talking 2 u heheh 💐

hmmmmm i feel like i annoy people when i tag them,,,.,.,.but i tag all my friends (u if u r reading this) n anyone who wanna !!!!! :” ) im vvvv sorry if i didn’t tag u !!!!!!! i tried 2 tag as many ppl as i thought of !!!!!!