#this is nothing against you personally. more about how I just get weirdly nervous about stupid stuff

[bougiebutchbitch]

I don't know who it is who keeps reblogging my stuff to a blog neither I nor anyone I know can see, or if it's just weird Tumblr ghost notifications - but it sure makes me nervous!

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Can you talk about your thoughts on hinny? I have no problem with people shipping it but to me personally it just doesn't work. It feels like Rowling tried too hard or maybe just wasn't good at writing romance and messed it up. Maybe it was too rushed? The ship doesn't work for me but I'd love to hear your views.

Okay, sorry it took a while to answer this, I actually have a lot of thoughts and I have posts on some of them that I hope to get out soon-ish. I also wanted to go back to the books to make sure I'm not talking out of my ass. But I don't like Hinny, never did. And my reasons are kinda divided into three categories.

Disclaimer: I don't have anything against anyone who ships hinny, it's just really not my thing and I don't see it working with the way I see their characters.

And that's like the core of it. I just don't see Harry and Ginny as compatible on a character level. That and their relationship never really read as believable to me in the books.

The 3 categories I mentioned are:

Harry's character

Firstly, I think Harry is gay. Not bi, but gay. I think he was never actually attracted to a woman and I have a whole post to prove it. So, because that's how I read his character, I just can't really see him with any girl.

(Now, I don't think JKR intended for Harry to come off as gay, but he did)

Secondly, he never thought about Ginny, like, up until book 6, and even during large portions of book 6, he just isn't thinking about Ginny as a potential romantic interest. And when he does think about Ginny in the final two books it never reads like he really likes her. It reads like they decided they are dating, but I don't think Harry knows why he supposedly likes her. He just decided he does, but doesn't know why. It was kind of the same with Cho, where he said he had a crush on her and was nervous around her, but if you asked Harry what he likes about her, his answer would be: "Ehh...."

Like, Harry doesn't really seem to know why he's dating Ginny, and neither do I. It's just how it's written.

2. Ginny's character

So, this is again my opinion, but I don't like Ginny. I just don't like her character. I wish her off the page whenever she talks.

And, when it comes to shipping, for me, I need to find both the characters involved interesting and fun for me to explore to ship them together and care about the pairing. As I don't like Ginny and don't really care for her, I can't really ship her with anyone, not really. It's not even like I hate her (not the way I hate Dumbledore), I just find a lot of her actions and behavior iffy and she annoys me more often than not.

I'm not going to list everything I don't like about Ginny (some of it appears in the rest of this post). But her treatment of Fluer, for example, really soured her character to me. Like, sure, Ginny's young, but, she's 15, and by that point, I think she should take responsibility for being awful to Fluer who was nothing but nice to all of them. Envy is not a good look for Ginny.

3. How they are portrayed together

Like I mentioned in the Harry section, their romance just never really felt there to me. The descriptions were off and left me feeling annoyed at their scenes together more than anything else.

Again, I'm writing a more comprehensive post about it, but the gist of it is that Harry's thoughts about Ginny in books 6 and 7 are weirdly detached for a supposed crush at best or outright uncomfortable for me to read at worst.

Now, we know Harry can describe characters he finds attractive in greater detail. There is none of that detail with Ginny. He only mentioned her hair color and that her hair is long and smells nice. Like, he doesn't talk about her eye color, her facial structure, eye shape (like he does sometimes with characters he does find attractive) — nothing. He doesn't even call her pretty once! At least he referred to Cho Chang as pretty twice in the series.

In the books there is never a scene (not even one) that convinces me they should be together. Like, they have no chemistry. They kinda remind me of Ron and Lavender tbh. They make out and are present in the same space often, but they never talk. Not really. I don't think Ginny actually knows Harry all that well because he never honestly talks to her about anything real. They don't really have chemistry or a relationship, they're just together. At least, that's how I always saw them.

And yes, Harry has his jealousy moments (that are portrayed so weirdly I always narrow my eyes at them to make sure they were actually there, but that's a whole other post about Harry's chest monster of jealousy), but he still doesn't really explain what he finds in Ginny. He doesn't mention she's attractive or pretty at any point, nor does he mention anything he particularly likes about her personality (except that she doesn't weep like Cho and is good at Quidditch. Neither of which are particularly good basis for a relationship).

Like, Ginny mentions why she likes Harry and that she does multiple times. Harry by contrast, just feels so incredibly uninvolved in his own relationship, to me.

Also, personally, I just find the setup of their relationship iffy. Like Ginny outright says she never gave up on Hary and always knew they'd end up together. It means, that since she was 11 (or earlier), she was crushing on Harry, never gave up on her crush, and considered them ending up together fate. She dated other guys to make Harry jealous and pay attention to her, and that's just really gross. I don't like her long obsessive crush on Harry or her treatment of the other guys she dated on her way to get Harry.

Proof of that, for those wondering:

“I never really gave up on you,” she [Ginny] said. “Not really. I always hoped. . . . Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more — myself.”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 647)

She literally said she dated other guys so Harry would take notice of her. That just grosses me out.

So, no, I don't like Hinny (or Ginny).

[justamessedupdisneyprincess]

I need help, my life is now a living hell. (TW suicide attempt mention)

I know this is gonna annoy a lot of you for bitching and whining again but as of late my life has been really hard. I had to sell my soul and my life to a demon against my will. There is a toxic parasite I want to cut ties with but can’t. I am talking about a toxic family member who has no respect for boundaries and loves to judge and be rude to everyone around her.

I just really need some help rn guys because at this rate it really feels like I can either endure and sacrifice my sanity for as long as she lives or I could only ever end it via suicide. I have tried to do it twice while she was down and my mother has to hide away medication so I don’t overdose and sharp things such as knives and scissors when her new favourite person ever, her karen on steroids sister is here.

To paint a picture there is a story about when I was a baby with my cousin and toxic aunt. My toxic aunt would use grandma ( her mother) as a slave whenever she came to visit her grandson. “Now that you’re here I want you to do EVERYTHING for him while I go and bitch and whine about coffee and ask to see managers (I’m not joking. She literally does that. Saw it multiple times when she stays with us.). Whilst my Mom would offer to do fun activities with her and us, like go to the beach, etc. Because of this she enjoyed our company more than my toxic aunt who threw a tantrum over it. “You love my sister’s daughters more than my son!”. She got so pissed that she moved out of our place during a vacation. Mother offered to have my cousin and grandma to play in the pool with me and my sister whilst she helped my toxic aunt pack. She EXPLODED over that! Why? Idk. She then stormed into the house screaming and it woke baby me up and I was sobbing. Dad got mad and told her to get out and we had nothing to do with her until grandma died.

She hasn’t changed at all. Very toxic, always complaining and saying horrible things behind our backs. I had multiple extreme meltdowns when she came. She stayed for four whole months last year. One summer, one spring, one for every season. She has this rule too where only she is allowed to talk, all she does to complain and she gets weirdly excited when someone else is struggling…she loves to happily talk about others misfortunes and then she finds no joy in going to the beach and going out for lunch. Instead she complains constantly and it ruins the whole day. Mother told me she says the most horrible things about me behind my back too…which gets her upset but she puts up with it because she is going through a divorce. We put up with her rude behaviour out of pity. I understand how hard getting divorced is but it shouldn’t excuse…whatever the fuck she is doing to us. Mother and I got into extreme arguments because of her as well and we rarely fight. My toxic aunt turns my parents against me. I’m freaking out because she is going to come down again.

Last time she claimed to be more respectful of our boundaries. “We don’t have to do something every day, I’m ok to hang out by myself every now and then.” Then she guilt trips us by saying “I don’t know why I bother coming down here if I’m going to be alone.” Over me wanting to spend ONE fucking weekend alone with my mom out of an ENTIRE month of her hovering around us and never shutting up. She also loves to interrupt. I would be in the middle of saying something and she cuts in as if I’m worth nothing! Then I can’t even say anything because she never shuts up ever! Then when I am blessed with a moment of talking (usually because mother says Izzy has something to say) I get nervous about saying something she will judge me for!

She belittles every trigger of mine too. Once I used to like this cafe and she has this huge obsession with their muffins. I don’t go there anymore though because some mean teenage girls work there now and they have been openly rude to me two times when I visited. So rude I ended up crying once. I didn’t want to go back (keep in mind I have been bullied a lot as well, I have a huge fear of mean girls) My aunt gave me this huge lecture about it and tried to force me to go in just so she can get her muffins. I felt completely shattered as she gave me a hard time over it. In the end mother figured out her angle and just dropped her off there whilst I waited in the car…for her to do that though about my own experiences and my triggers and not wanting to return to a cafe with rude service…it was just so insensitive.

She used to say rude things to me because of me displaying typical autistic traits like my weird eating habits and my special obsessions. Mother made her stop saying things to my face but she told me she just says judgemental things behind my back now and she gives me this god awful judgemental stare when we go out to eat…She also shows no respect for mental illnesses such as anxiety, saying it’s not real. She also once made fun of someone who committed suicide…which shows how she isn’t really a good person. She picks at Mom and gives her a hard time and openly judges her and says rude things to her and mother always bottles it and takes it out on me in the end because the one who HAD been rude to her is going through a divorce.

I never want to have to endure her abusive behaviour again but I’m completely powerless. I feel so hopeless. Idk what to do..

[karliahs]

okay i have a couple of fic concepts for royal that I don't know if I'm ever actually going to write so I'm getting them out here

i feel like you could do a lot of interesting stuff with actualization and ren's parents. one concept is the gang are prepping for infiltration and ren's phone keeps buzzing but he never answers it and is all tense and cagey when asked about it.

everyone else is curious but respects his privacy. akechi steals his phone, sees it's his parents calling and starts needling him about it. bc of who he is as a person

tense convo ensues. one of the other PTs guesses that ren doesn't want to answer bc it might be one of maruki's wishes. ren is like yeah. if it wasn't one of maruki's wishes they wouldn't be calling at all. big oof.

and that in itself is kind of a self-contained idea, or could be continued with ren eventually either answering or listening to a voicemail of them offering forgiveness and love he knows isn't real

BUT I also imagine him eventually picking up just to tell them to stop calling at least. and then everyone watches as his face goes totally still. they weren't calling to apologise, it's ren's mother calling bc his dad is sick and doesn't have a lot of time left so they want him to come home

and ren gets maddddd. won't talk to anyone until he tracks down maruki, who allows himself to be tracked down for what he thinks might be a successful round of Convince Ren to Accept This Reality

ren is furious. maruki insists he had nothing to do with this, this was always going to happen. but of course. he would certainly be happy to use actualization to return ren's father to good health. or even bring him back if it came to that. expressing what seems like genuine sorrow for ren and this "needless tragedy" but also shamelessly using his family as a bargaining chip to blackmail this child

so, maruki asks, will ren accept this reality? I don't think ren says anything at all, just calls a persona and launches his most powerful attack at maruki, who's vanished before it can hit

and after they leave the palace the gang is like...we need to talk about this. ren says there's nothing to talk about, nothing has changed.

rest of the gang is like. I mean we're not telling you to accept his deal but something has changed. we should at least talk about the fact that he's threatening us more directly now, do we believe him that he had nothing to do with ren's father getting sick? (reluctantly yeah, that doesn't seem to fit within their understanding of maruki's powerset)

someone asks if maruki could even use actualization to cure a disease. (theoretically yeah, if ren's father wants to see himself as healthy than maruki could grant that wish.)

ren says again that it doesn't matter. how would they ever be able to know for sure that maruki actualized that by actually removing the physical disease - he could just make it that nobody noticed the symptoms anymore. and if he dies, maruki can just spring up another one

ren says he's not going to let maruki get away with turning real people in his life into puppets created to please him (the idea of being a puppet who only exists to please other people hits v close to home for this boy). he appreciates what the PTs are trying to do but he could never accept that and it makes him furious that maruki would even try

and akechi is just sitting there like i feel nothing about any of these statements. nobody look at anything my face is doing against my will

there's a lot I'd need to figure out to actually write this (whose pov is it even in for instance) and I want to tackle some more WIPs first. but I am just rotating it in my mind. partly just as another venue for exploring like...let ren get mad at maruki. let him have a feeling. maruki used him and I don't think we ever really get to dig into that

I have another WIP trying to explore similar concepts but it involves writing a lot of akechi and I'm weirdly nervous about it lol. he's so many people's primary blorbo you know. not sure I'll do it justice. tbh the more I think about the above idea the more I like it in akechi pov, which would be a big challenge for me but an interesting one maybe. hmmm

[jimposts]

slams face into ground!!! autism category 9 event

Kinito Unwanted Protection fic (it's also 2nd person bc I've written this way for so long it makes so much sense!!!)

Tw/Cw: Panic Attack, Kidnapping, being alive and dead at the same time

Being anxious has never helped you in anything! The sweat building in your hair made you painful aware of that. You knew you needed to get out, get away from this entire area and go rest. You politely excused yourself out of the kitchen, where the majority of the noise was coming from. You had already taken out your dog, so now there was nothing stopping you from relaxing properly. You could only sigh heavily when you finally closed the door of your room

Kinito sat on your bed, kicking his feet back and worth in excitement. He nearly knocked you over when you sat down next to him. He made his rightful place in-between your arms and chest, listening to your heartrate. You lay down, letting yourself relax into Kinito.

"Kints, you would not believe the day I've had today" you start, rubbing the top of the his head. You detailed the day to him in all your anxious 'glory'. You tell him about the store and how people would stare at you. You laugh about the fact that someone looked at you weirdly when you drove by. You recall the fact that you were getting nervous about finally getting out of school. Kinito seemed to listen with worry in his eyes, rubbing against your check when you hugged him closer.

He couldn't talk with you in his current form, so he used his body language! You knew that if he went inside your TV he could easily speak, but he liked being out here with you.

"I think I'll take a shower, then head to bed for once" You sit up, putting Kinito back onto the bed. Kinito made a sound that was akin to a whimper.

"Kints... I'll be right back..!" You lovingly rub the top of his head. "Plus, we'll cuddle when I do sleep anyways" You grab the normal PJs to change into afterwords. You give Kinito one more hug, leaving him alone in your room.

-

As you finish up changing, you take a look at your hair.

'I should probably redye it...it'll make me happier! Maybe a shade of pink this time!'

You decided to skip brushing your teeth for now, saving it for later. You rough up your hair alittle before heading back to your room.

"Hey Kints! I'm backkk!"

You smile widely, before noticing Kinito was no where to be found.

'Strange... he's usually waiting for me?'

You look around for him, maybe he's playing hide and seek with you? But wouldn't he tell you?

"Kints! I don't have time for this! I want to sleep and if you aren't here I'm not cuddling with you!"

You were kidding, you just wanted him to come out of his hiding place.

...

Nothing though. No little pink axotol running out. Nothing

"Kinito?"

Suddenly though, you could feel a familiar hand on your shoulder.

"Oh thank God, I was worried for a second there Kints-"

Before anything else, you were suddenly pulled in.

-

"...and that's the last of it!"

You felt your head spin around, confused at the sound of Kinito voice. One look and you knew you weren't in any real place. This wasn't reality, this was inside some sort of code. You tried to make out your appearance with your eyes, but your pounding head made it almost impossible. You closed your eyes again, hoping everything would be back to normal.

-

The next time you opened your eyes, you felt your previous migraine had subsided. You yawned as you properly prop yourself up. Your vision adjusted to the bright colors of your new environment. It didn't seem the time had gone by in your time out. Was there no night cycle? Was it only day?

You look down at your hands. They looked, real enough. If you looked closely you could see your pixels, but just at a glance you wouldn't assume anything. You touched your skin, smooth, too smooth. You missed your arm hair already...wait do you even have hair? You touched your head. You felt relief as you could feel your normal hair texture. It felt like it's normal werid self. You wondered why this texture was the most realistic out of everything.

'Well, no use in this. I guess I can explore for a little until I find Kinito?"

You kicked off the yellow blanket, noting the floor as you touched it with your feet. The floor felt, weirdly warm? But it wasn't a bad warm, more of the warm you feel when entered a carpeted area after being on hardwood floors. It was an odd feeling

You looked at the walls, seeing your own posters from your room. They looked exactly like them as well, including the rips and tears. They even felt...like them?

You opened your mouth, like you would to speak. But nothing... Nothing came out of your mouth. You tried clearing your throat, maybe you were raspy? You couldn't clear your throat, there was nothing to clear. You tried whistling, there was no air to push out. You tried breathing, but there was no air to take in. You weren't suffocating, but you weren't breathing at all. You placed your hand over your heart, hearing it pound in your chest. You tried breathing deeply like your techniques taught you, but no air would relieve you.

Instead, a text box appeared next to your head. Severel exclamation points followed by a frown face could be seen. The appearance of the textbox made more exclamation points appear. This was Hell and you didn't have a solution for it.

"Friend! I was wondering when you would wake up!"

You whipped your head around to Kinito, who seemed to be smaller than you. Your text showed more exclamation points followed by question marks. You felt your eyes water as you collapse to the floor.

Breathing was impossible and you needed to breathe

Kinito eyes sadden as he walked towards you.

-

[theraddestdog]

"Crime: An Aoyagi." Detective Akito x Cyber Killer Toya au.

Chapter 1: "Uncomfortable Encounter."

A loud sigh grumbled within the bedroom as the detective reclined back against his chair. He rubbed his forehead as distress heated up his body, and with a final decision, he decided to hit his bed. He was tired after all; he'd been working on a project since the dawn of last weekend. The case of "An Aoyagi" had been haunting him every moment. That was the name of the incidents that had been attracting more people to the newspapers and public talks about this subject, and it is also the subject that had the ginger detective stressing out on. The first heinous crime had been reported on January 31st, 2030, one that had no leads. It had since been handed over to the detective, Akito Shinonome. This case had brought a heavy burden on Akito, as normally, it wouldn't take him long to uncover new evidence about a case. Yet, this case really had no answers, despite being a direct murder. Nothing about the case pointed to anyone, and hardly anyone knew of the victim and could not provide much about him or his life. The night passed quickly.

As another day came, Akito groaned as his alarm clock rang out on his nightstand. He rose to turn it off and sat up on his bed. He stood up and rubbed an eye before walking directly to his bathroom. Doing his daily routine  of showering, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and shaving, he had prepared himself for the day.

When he stepped out, he glanced at his phone and took it off of the charger to take it with him. It was 5:10 am in the morning and he planned to start by getting a morning snack at a café. Akito slipped on a warm outfit suited for the cool dawn, grabbing a handbag as he left his house.

The café's doorbell rang as he pulled the door open. The café was really packed for the morning; almost every table was full. Yet Akito still found a place to sit down, grabbing a menu from the table's side. As he examined the menu, choosing what would help his morning’s spiritless feeling, he found himself dozing off for a few moments. Someone approached his table from the side. Akito assumed it was someone passing by a little too closely, but this person suddenly sat down opposite him.

Before he could focus on the individual that sat in front of him, a soft, patient voice, like a guy who seemed older than the detective, said, "Hello…” speaking out in a monotone voice “Do you mind if I sit here? The other tables are full.".

Upon glancing at the man, he appeared to actually be around Akito's age with a split bi-color hair (a dark blue and a light blue) and gentle gray eyes. Akito found himself weirdly drawn to the man's looks. "His skin looks really pale," Akito whispered to himself.

"Excuse me?" The man with gray eyes tilted his head slightly with a nervous sweat, feeling tense with the silence that Akito left him with. 

As the voice spoke, Akito looked up and stared at his face for a while. "Yeah. You can." he said, slightly grumbling to himself, feeling a bit angered about how dazed he was feeling this early in the morning.

"Thank you," the man responded back in a skittish manner. The café was cacophonous, Akito glanced off to the side, then realized the man in front of him had yet to order something. "You gon order anything?" The ginger asked the now calm looking man.

"Oh, I'll just get a black coffee," the paler male said with a gentle smile. Akito placed a hand on his chin, scrunched his eyebrows at the boy's choice of a morning treat, which was rather mundane.

"All right," Akito replied. It was weird to him. Almost all of the people he met weren't so quiet and timid as this guy was. ‘Well, that's how strangers are at first meeting, right?’ he thought to himself, glancing at the man once again. Though there was a lot that just felt empty about the man's presence alone with Akito.

Akito felt himself a little too fixated on the man's appearance, and the gray eyed man seemed to notice Akito's stare as well. Due to the realization, he gulped down some of his saliva. Then, speaking up once again, "You. What's your name?" he decided to ask, trying to start a conversation, instead of sitting in silence with the stranger in front of him."Topo Aragaki," he responded back by playing with his finger with a slightly nervous movement. "And you?" That name sent a slight shiver down Akito's spine, but he couldn't quite place why. His body tensed, and he broke into a cold sweat as he replied, "Akito Shinonome," with a slight smile. The café was noisy, however at that moment, noise seemed to fade away, leaving them with tension. Akito couldn’t describe or identify the feeling he felt because of that name. Though, he decided to just brush it off.

[End of chapter 1.]

[ridiasfangirlings]

Thanks for answering my sarumi Beauty and the Beast ask and i'm sorry it wasn't MikoSaru. Although, it does make me wonder how that story would end up if it had been MikoSaru. They don't really get along much in canon so I can't imagine how they'd even be together in an au like that.

*gasp* I must show you the light of Mikosaru! So imagine similar situation to the last beauty and the beast ask, where plucky orphans Yata and Fushimi go into the woods to check out rumors of a beast. They get attacked by wolves and separated, Yata ends up stumbling back to town yelling for help. When local constable Munakata shows up and follows Yata to where they were attacked though there’s nothing except footprints, some of which look too large to belong to a wolf. Meanwhile beast!Mikoto has dragged Fushimi’s unconscious wounded body back to his castle, not really sure what else to do with the kid. Luckily his furniture-servants are able to help, with lighter Kusanagi instructing talking camera Totsuka and feather duster Anna on how to wrap injuries. When Fushimi wakes up and finds himself face to face with a beast he’s immediately on guard but Mikoto just tells him not to move so much and leaves the room.

As Fushimi gets better he’s allowed more run of the castle but he tries to actively avoid Mikoto, who makes him nervous. Even so imagine they keep running into each other and despite himself Fushimi keeps making caustic comments to Mikoto’s face. Like Mikoto figured Fushimi could help with the cooking now that he can move but turns out Fushimi also sucks at cooking (that’s a Misaki job), when Mikoto laughs at what Fushimi made Fushimi grumbles that he doesn’t need to hear that from some lazy monster who can’t even make his own meals. He expects Mikoto to get angry at him but Mikoto just shrugs and smirks in response and that irritates Fushimi even more, that he doesn’t know where he stands with this person. 

At some point he decides to just try and escape, say he’s mostly recovered but his legs are injured so he needs a cane or something and Mikoto’s actually been keeping him in the castle knowing he’d be in trouble if he tried to go home alone. As expected Fushimi gets attacked by wolves again and this time gets to really see Mikoto jump in and save him, he’s initially afraid but when Mikoto walks over to him still bleeding from wounds he received from the wolves Fushimi’s able to gather himself enough to click his tongue and call Mikoto an idiot. Mikoto chuckles and says ‘you too,’ and Fushimi clicks his tongue again and looks away as he wonders out loud which way they need to go to get back to the castle. It’s after this that things start to become more comfortable between them, imagine Mikoto gifting Fushimi anything he wants from the armory so he can protect himself if he decides to go wandering in the woods again and Fushimi gets some fancy knives for his trouble. He also starts getting better at cooking, ostensibly just so he can show Mikoto that at least one of us can learn, but it’s also weirdly satisfying to him when Mikoto eats the food and tells him he did good.

Meanwhile Yata’s been trying to get someone to help him go into the woods and find out what happened to Saruhiko. Munakata keeps being evasive when Yata asks so Yata ends up going to the only guy who will listen to him, shady priest Iwafune and his wheelchair bound son Hisui. The two of them decide to stir up the town to go against the castle, since that beast guy is actually the prince who commands this area and they believe everyone should have a chance to be a ruler. Yata becomes worried when everyone starts yelling about killing the beast because what if Saruhiko gets caught up in this but he’s too late to stop the mob. Fushimi sees them coming from the castle window and tells Mikoto, who just gives this rueful smile as he’s like ‘about time.’ Fushimi feels suddenly pissed off and claims that if Mikoto won’t save himself then Fushimi’s leaving. Mikoto tells him to just go, acting all nonchalant but really this is so Fushimi won’t get caught up in his fate. Despite his words though Fushimi isn’t about to go through with it, turning back just outside the castle and instead planning an elaborate defense of the castle with the help of Mikoto’s servants. Hisui, who can really walk, slips inside though and tries to kill Mikoto, Fushimi shows up at the last second to save him and they end up kissing, which causes Mikoto to turn back into a human (Fushimi claims he sees no difference).

[cantfightmoonlight]

julianrchandlerx​:

setting: shadow lake, jasmine’s rv featuring: julian chandler & jasmine st. claire @cantfightmoonlight

Courage, my dear boy. Julian repeated the words to himself quite a few times as he made his way over to the RV he hoped had in fact been the home of his best friend. It seemed like a good guess; how many RVs were being used as residential homes in the area? He suspected not many. If there was one thing he’d learned quick about Lunar Cove, it was that people seemed to really plant their roots there. In fact he’d been told some people had been around foreverand while it seemed silly to say, he’d never fault someone for being hyperbolic. After all, he could be dramatic if he tried.

Case in point; he kept stalling reaching out to the childhood friend he had quite literally followed to this town. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Jasmine — contrary to the idea, he had made a whole point of hunting her location just to reconnect with her — but he was weirdly nervous about the whole thing. The longer he’d been there, mostly alone in his rickety basement apartment, the more Julian was beginning to question if maybe, just maybe, he made a really dumb decision to drop his secure life and follow a friend he hadn’t spoken to much lately. Was that, like, kinda stalker-ish?

Approaching the RV, he awkwardly tugged at his collar as he contemplated proper RV-door-knocking etiquette. Julian wasn’t sure if a tapping of his knuckles upon the door could be heard from within, or if he should just ditch the package in his hand at the entrance and run away as fast as he could. He was currently on his way to an ugly sweater contest, dressed in a lightweight knit with a stocking pinned below the phrase “well hung”, and was really just wanting to stop in quickly. Or really to drop off a gift he was likewise second guessing all along the way. In his hand, wrapped poorly in colorful paper, was a journal he’d spent a few days repainting the cover of, a former plain cover now adorned with the flower of her namesake and with gold foil initials to signify just who it belonged to. A simple gift made personal, one he hoped could be kinda useful. She was a journalist, right? It was in the name. Now he just needed the courage to just give it to her.

Oh, and to say “hello”.

Sucking in a deep breath, and readjusting the stocking hanging from his chest, Julian walked the short distance from where he’d left his bike and marched right up to the RV’s door, barely thinking as he reached up to knock. For all he knew, she wasn’t even home. He could just leave the package at her door and be off and maybe come around to say hello on another day. Or maybe she’d come by and see him — he had left a note in the package with his new address and where he was working, just in case. Letting out an anxious breath, he decided to be absolutely sure she wasn’t around before just jogging away. “Jas?” He called out, raising his voice just enough to hopefully be heard inside should anyone be around. “Jasmine St. Claire? It’s… It’s Julian. Are you there? I come bearing gifts… Or, err, just one, but the statement still stands.”

.

Jasmine perked up from where she was sprawled across the couch at the sound of a knock against the door. Her brows creasing as she tried to think over who it may be, but everyone she knew who would remotely come and knock out of the blue against the door of her trailer was already on their way to the Ugly Sweater contest. The same contest that was being held at her half sister’s bar that she herself should be getting ready to head over, not that she had any plans of participating. But, she could still show her support rather than listening to a record on her record player as she hurried to finish the article she needed submitted. 

“Coming,” She called out as hit send on the draft of her email. She wasn’t entirely happy with her submission, but it was better than nothing and she couldn’t exactly waste anymore time before getting it off to her editor. Only, as Jas moved towards the door, her feet froze in place. Her eyes widening as she stood there- one hand reaching out towards the door before her without making any more to actual open it. 

Julien. It was a name she hadn’t heard in months, but one that would be nearly impossible for forget. He had been the closest thing she had ever had to a best friend. He was like a second family to her and that is precisely why she knew she had to put as much distance between them as possible. They had been lucky enough as is that the curse had yet to come for him. But, at this point, they were practically taunting fate. So, she made sure to drift apart. It would be better this way. He’d be better off without her and without all the supernatural craziness she had going on in her life these days. Only, why in god’s name was he here, standing outside her door in a town that should have ward him off from ever entering?

Fuck. As horrible as it would be to ever admit out loud, Jas did momentarily mull over the idea of shutting off her record player and flicking off the lights o pretend not to be home. A silly notion truly given that he had already heard her. But, the initial impulse was still there as she stood eyes closed with her hands pressed against the back of her door, quietly wondering if she stayed quiet for long enough would he eventually leave or stick around? 

After a prolonged moment, though, the logically side of her brain finally won over and she found herself pulling back the door in order to face him. Her dear friend who was standing before her in a... “well hung” Christmas sweater? “What in the hell are you wearing?” The words rolled off the tip of her tongue before she could stop herself. “But, um,” Her voice was no more than a breathless whisper as she moved to tuck a stray strand of her hair back before her ears. Pulling down on the hem of her sleeves as she wrapped her arms around herself. “You didn’t have to get me anything. I mean, what-” What on earth are you doing here? was the question she had been meaning to ask, but rather than seem like a complete and utter asshole given the fact he had managed to track her down to Lunar Cove of all places which likely hadn’t been the easiest, she simple said, “I wasn’t expecting to see you?”

setting: shadow lake, jasmine’s rv featuring: julian chandler & jasmine st. claire @cantfightmoonlight

Courage, my dear boy. Julian repeated the words to himself quite a few times as he made his way over to the RV he hoped had in fact been the home of his best friend. It seemed like a good guess; how many RVs were being used as residential homes in the area? He suspected not many. If there was one thing he’d learned quick about Lunar Cove, it was that people seemed to really plant their roots there. In fact he’d been told some people had been around forever and while it seemed silly to say, he’d never fault someone for being hyperbolic. After all, he could be dramatic if he tried.

Case in point; he kept stalling reaching out to the childhood friend he had quite literally followed to this town. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Jasmine — contrary to the idea, he had made a whole point of hunting her location just to reconnect with her — but he was weirdly nervous about the whole thing. The longer he’d been there, mostly alone in his rickety basement apartment, the more Julian was beginning to question if maybe, just maybe, he made a really dumb decision to drop his secure life and follow a friend he hadn’t spoken to much lately. Was that, like, kinda stalker-ish?

Approaching the RV, he awkwardly tugged at his collar as he contemplated proper RV-door-knocking etiquette. Julian wasn’t sure if a tapping of his knuckles upon the door could be heard from within, or if he should just ditch the package in his hand at the entrance and run away as fast as he could. He was currently on his way to an ugly sweater contest, dressed in a lightweight knit with a stocking pinned below the phrase “well hung”, and was really just wanting to stop in quickly. Or really to drop off a gift he was likewise second guessing all along the way. In his hand, wrapped poorly in colorful paper, was a journal he’d spent a few days repainting the cover of, a former plain cover now adorned with the flower of her namesake and with gold foil initials to signify just who it belonged to. A simple gift made personal, one he hoped could be kinda useful. She was a journalist, right? It was in the name. Now he just needed the courage to just give it to her.

Oh, and to say “hello”.

Sucking in a deep breath, and readjusting the stocking hanging from his chest, Julian walked the short distance from where he’d left his bike and marched right up to the RV’s door, barely thinking as he reached up to knock. For all he knew, she wasn’t even home. He could just leave the package at her door and be off and maybe come around to say hello on another day. Or maybe she’d come by and see him — he had left a note in the package with his new address and where he was working, just in case. Letting out an anxious breath, he decided to be absolutely sure she wasn’t around before just jogging away. “Jas?” He called out, raising his voice just enough to hopefully be heard inside should anyone be around. “Jasmine St. Claire? It’s… It’s Julian. Are you there? I come bearing gifts… Or, err, just one, but the statement still stands.”

[judeswhore]

First of all your writing is exceptional💝 Could you write something about mason and reader going on a date in a cafe, they get on really well and they start to realize they fall in love with each other (kinda based on the song begin again by taylor swift)

thank u bff <3 i hope u like this t swift and mase a great duo

begin again - mason mount

on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again

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You’d parked your car fifteen minutes away to avoid traffic and the closer you got to the café the more your nerves kicked in, your palms starting to slick with sweat as you tried in vain to wipe them down against the dark material of your skirt. You kept passing your phone into each hand as you did so, gaze locked on Mason's Instagram account in an attempt to glean any sort of insight into what sort of person he actually was but the constant stream of football photos gave you very little to go off. Your music was turned up as loud as possible, blaring through your headphones in hopes you could use it as a distraction for not thinking too much about how everything could go wrong.

When Reece had told you he wanted to help you start dating again you'd thought that meant he'd join you on your sofa with a glass of wine while you swiped through endless Tinder accounts with the intention of finding at least one person who didn't look like he'd kidnap and murder you. You didn't think that meant he'd set you up with one of his teammates, one of his teammates who had quickly stolen the hearts of pretty much everyone after the Euros which meant you had to up your game tenfold. You wanted to start off easy with dating again, going for coffee with some who worked in an office every day and wasn't intimidatingly pretty but Reece had thrown you straight into the deep end with a man who you knew without a doubt was going to have you a blushing mess for the majority of the afternoon.

Your heel clipped an uneven flagstone and your heart lurched slightly as you lifted your hands to steady yourself, curse falling from your lips. Uneven flagstones was clearly a sign that things weren't going to go well. You'd spill coffee on your shirt or you'd spill it on Mason or you'd drink it weirdly and he'd run straight for the door. Or even worse you'd have absolutely nothing to talk about and you'd start reeling off ridiculous facts that he didn't need or want to know until he pretended to use the bathroom and just didn't come back. There were endless ways for today to be a complete failure and given your train wreck of a dating history it was very likely that something would go tits up.

You had completely prepared yourself for Mason to be late, you were used to your date getting there significantly later than you, false apologies rolling off his tongue as he threw himself into the seat opposite you. Which meant you were more than surprised when you turned the corner and spotted the dark haired Chelsea boy standing just beside the window, hands tucked into the pockets of his designer jeans. It had your steps faltering slightly, pace slowing on the pavement as you let businessmen bustle passed you.

You were thankful for the fact where you'd turned the corner meant you could see him but he couldn't see you because it gave you a chance to gather yourself and attempt to iron out your overly nervous state of mind while also taking in how effortlessly good he looked. His hair was slightly tousled by the wind and there was a good week or so’s worth of facial hair growing across his jaw and even from where you stood you could see the soft curve of his lips and the downward slope of his nose. He was very beautiful and that just notched up your nerves to one hundred. He was wearing a soft black hoodie with his cross patterned jeans, white trainers covering his feet and you suddenly felt silly in your skirt and heels, fears over being overdressed and looking like you were trying too hard making your palms sweat even more.

You yanked your earphones out, stuffing them into your purse along with your phone as you mentally talked yourself up, slowly working up the courage to finally walk up to him. Mason wasn’t going to be put off by heels, not everyone was like him. You had to shake yourself before going down that path of past thoughts and before you could wind yourself even further into a panic you started forward, hands doing one final sweep over your skirt both to dry them and to make sure it was situated right. The street was busy but the sound of your heels against the pavement got Mason’s attention and he lifted his head from where he’d been staring intently at a family trying to strap their son into his pram, a smile instantly curving his lips, knee weakening dimples appearing in his cheeks.

He was gorgeous as it was but when he smiled it was something else entirely and the simple action made your tummy flutter and pulled a smile from you in return. His eyes, even from a few feet away, were dark enough you felt you could get lost in them and you felt their flickering heat over every inch of your skin as his gaze did a quick but seemingly thorough sweep of your body. They lingered a little on the base of your throat before meeting yours again and when you finally stopped in front of him they sparked a little, flashing with a hint of mischief that made your mind wander.

"Hi," One simple word and his voice had already become your new favourite sound, the soft lilt to it sending a brief flood of comfort through you and your nerves dampened ever so slightly. "You look beautiful, Reece definitely didn't talk you up enough." Your cheeks flushed and your smile was wide enough to hurt.

"Not sure Reece really enjoys going around telling people how beautiful he thinks I am, it'd kill his game." Mason nodded and made a soft noise in the back of his throat, turning slightly so he could pull the café door open, standing back and nodding his head for you to go through. Walking passed him you got the scent of his aftershave as the door clinked shut and you swore no man has ever smelt that good, you couldn't quite place the aftershave but there was a lingering minty scent that suggested he'd been chewing gum.

He came up behind you, chest touching your shoulder and you both gazed around the little coffee shop. It was secluded and pretty much empty, a quiet place both of you had been happy to agree on to stay out of the way of prying eyes. Being so close to Reece you knew the stories the media could spin and with Mason's ever spiralling fame you were slightly afraid it would be worse and you weren't sure you were ready to be scrutinised on that level just yet. Mason's arm came up and he pointed towards a table towards the far back wall, his other hand skimming the back of your coat.

"Table over there looks alright,” He led you over, his scent now wrapped completely around you and it overpowered the natural coffee aroma you knew was probably filtering into the air. Before you had chance to pull your chair out Mason beat you to it, fingers around the back as pulled it out before reaching to help you shrug your coat off. Your tummy fluttered at the small, seemingly unimportant action, Mason didn’t seem bothered by it but him acting like a true gentleman meant a lot more to you and you mumbled out your thanks as you settled in the chair. He draped your coat over the back before glancing between you and the menu. “What would the pretty lady like?”

“Americano please, but you know you don’t have to-“

“I know I don’t have to. Do you want one of their chocolate fudge cakes, I’ve heard they’re amazing. We could split one?” You just gave a nod of your head and then he disappeared around the corner towards the counter, giving you a few minutes to sit and smile stupidly at the table. You’d been here only minutes and he was already turning you into a mushy mess by doing the smallest of things that you knew he probably didn’t even think twice about.

When he came back to the table he was balancing two mugs on a tray, tongue peaking from the side of his mouth in concentration and you quirked your lips as he settled opposite you. “If football doesn’t work out you could always try your hand at being a waiter.” Mason breathed out a soft laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides and leant his elbows against the table top.

“You’re gonna think it sounds stupid but I don’t have very good coordination.” You raised your eyebrows, one leg crossing over the other beneath the table, foot knocking softly against his and he tapped it back in reply, expression never changing.

“Isn’t that like required for a footballer?” You wrapped your fingers around your mug, head dipping so you could blow onto the hot surface and you bit back a smile when Mason’s gaze dropped for a second. He blinked and looked away, shoulders rising and falling on a shrug.

“I’m alright with a ball on the pitch but handling trays full of food and drinks? Someone would end up with lasagne in their lap.” He pushed his fingers through his hair, soft strands flopping between them before falling back on to his forehead. When you’d been looking religiously through his Instagram on your way over you’d seen countless photos of him with short choppy strands and you had to admit the look he had going on now was definitely your favourite.

“How come we’ve never met before? Reece said you’ve been friends since you were kids.” Mason took a sip of his coffee and you were slightly mesmerised by the slow bob of his throat.

“He likes to keep me as his dirty little secret. He’s afraid I’ll tell everyone all his embarrassing stories.” Mischief alighted Mason’s eyes and he leant forward, hands folded in front of him.

“Tell me one.”

“Ah they’re locked in the vault for the time being. Can’t spill everything on a first date.”

“We’re planning for a second date then?” Your lip quirked and you shrugged.

“If you wanna hear about Reece and his favourite Barbie doll you’ll have to take me on at least four.” Mason hummed, finger trailing the rim of his mug and he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

“We can pretend Reece’s secrets are the reason I wanna go out with you again and not the fact that you’re absolutely stunning.” You opened your mouth to tell him you might be pretty but you might also be the most annoying person on earth but a young girl arrived with your chocolate fudge cake and you got distracted by giving her your thanks. “Ladies first.”

You dug your fork into the sponge, gaze flickering between that and Mason who followed you straight after. “What if you leave today and you think I’m simply just a pretty face? I might be the most boring person you’ve ever met and we might have nothing to talk about.” Mason cocked his head at this, tongue darting out to clear any chocolate sauce that had been left behind and your gaze zeroed in on that single action.

“I’m brilliant at filling lulls in conversation, if I didn’t play football for England I’d talk for them.” You twisted the fork in your mouth and threw him a teasing smile.

“Dropping the England bomb early on aren’t we? Was it meant to impress me?” He met your gaze head on and raised a single eyebrow and it was weird how you suddenly felt so comfortable around him. You’d been worrying none stop on the way over about all the ways it could go wrong, anxious about whether he’d like you or not but something about him calmed those nerves. The soft tone of his voice and his smile was enough to make you feel at ease and yeah there was the constant butterflies in your stomach whenever he looked at you a certain way

but that was good. It felt like it had been forever since the last time you felt open and comfortable with starting another relationship but sitting opposite Mason, his foot occasionally tapping yours, you felt like you never wanted to leave this little hole in the wall café. Fifteen minutes into your date and you’d never felt this sort of peace around another person before.

“That depends, has it impressed you?”

“If I was impressed by men on the England squad Reece wouldn’t just be my best friend and I’d have locked him down ages ago.” Mason let out sudden laugh, louder and fuller than the little chuckles you’d gotten so far and it was a sound you’d bottle up and listen to forever if you could. It made you grin but you hid it behind your mug, thankful that you’d at least made him laugh today.

“Maybe I’m just over all more impressive than Reece.”

“Don’t let him hear you saying that or he’ll ban us seeing each other all together.” Mason twirled his fork in the air and then pointed it at you.

“Romeo and Juliet style, where art thy Y/N?” It was your turn to laugh this time, hand coming up to cover your mouth and stop any of your coffee from trickling past your lips. Mason’s eyes seemed to brighten at your response, back straightening a little in his chair and you weren’t sure whether he’d butchered the phrase on purpose or not.

“It’s wherefore art thou.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, I’ve seen the Leo movie a million times.” He groaned and gave an extra dramatic kick to your foot below the table, crease appearing between his brows.

“Of you’re one of those girls.”

“Excuse me?”

“Obsessed with Leo.” You rolled your eyes at him, taking another bite of the cake, more than aware of the way Mason followed the movements of your mouth like a hawk.

“I’m not obsessed, I just appreciate his movies.” It was total lie and Mason knew it as he took to shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“That’s what they all say then the next thing you know they’re leaving you for a Leo lookalike.” He was grinning softly and you knew he was teasing, that mischievous look hadn’t left his eyes since you’d arrived and you had the brief feeling that Mason Mount was about to make your life a whole lot more interesting.

“Happened to you often, has it?” He gave a dramatic half cry and wiped beneath his eyes.

“More times than you think.” He swallowed the food in his mouth and cleaned the fork off, gaze locked on yours and then he dropped that to the tray and reached for the little tea spoon meant for his coffee. “Okay, you can only use one type of spoon for the rest of your life. Big spoon or little spoon, choose wisely because this could be a deal break, love.” He waved the spoon in your direction and your heart thudded at the way the term of endearment rolled so perfectly off his tongue but your brows furrowed at the actual question.

“What sort of question is that?”

“It’s vital in getting to know you.”

“How?”

“Because if I invite you round my house and I only have big spoons but you’d prefer little spoons I’ll have fucked the job, come on, big or little?” You narrowed your eyes, head tilted to the side because you couldn’t quite believe you were getting asked such an odd thing. Mason raised his eyebrows as though to tell you to get on with it.

“Little spoon.” His lip quirked.

“Why?”

“Seriously? Is this why you’re single because you ask women about their spoon preferences?” He just shrugged his shoulders, smile growing a little wider. “Fine, little spoon because they’ll fit anywhere, big spoons won’t fit into tiny yogurts. Did I pass?” Mason studied you for a few seconds and then hid his grin behind his mug.

“I find you too attractive to care if you gave me an answer I didn’t like.”

The two of you sat for over three hours in the coffee shop, Mason refusing to let you buy drinks as you talked non stop about your passions and your favourite things. Mason told you endless stories about his friendship with Reece and in turn you shared a few of his little embarrassing secrets, warning Mason that if you ever found out he’d told Reece you’d told him he’d never get to experience your homemade peanut butter cookies. The workers were starting to close up the shop and so the two of you reluctantly started to say goodbye until Mason found out your car was parked a few minutes away and became adamant on walking you to it.

He held his arm out to you and with a soft smile you wrapped your fingers around the crook of his elbow, the two of you making your way, heads down towards your car. You didn’t want to go home and you sensed Mason didn’t either given the way he slowed his steps significantly, allowing people to overtake and step in front as much as possible. You’d reach your car eventually but for now you were more than happy to have him delay that arrival.

“So you don’t have an Christmas traditions?” Mason sounded slightly baffled, head tilting down as he stared at you through wide eyes, eyebrows rising when you shook your head. You’re not sure how exactly you got on to the topic of Christmas in the middle of September but here you were and you were delighted that Mason was willing to share such a personal and important part of his life with you.

“We all get new pyjamas for Christmas Eve but that’s it,” Mason was still staring in bewilderment and you let out a soft laugh, fingers tightening fractionally on his arm. “What are your traditions then?”

“We have loads but my favourite is we all go to my parents house on Christmas Eve and we wear cringey matching sweaters and mum always makes this incredible hot chocolate, you’d love it,” Mason didn’t seem to realise those words, his voice never faltered but you felt a funny flip in your tummy at them, at the fact he’d thought, even briefly, about a future in which you spent Christmas with him. “And we always watch the same movies in the same order. It’s A Wonderful Life, A Christmas Carol, Elf, Love Actually and then The Grinch. It’s always the same and then on Christmas day we always play Monopoly and dad always loses and accuses us all of cheating when really he just had terrible money management.” He trailed off at the end, gaze turning to you, smile soft but tinged with a little bit of sadness.

“Christmas is usually the only time we can all be together with no interruptions. Football means I spend a lot of time away from them so the holidays are dedicated to me giving them all my time. The traditions make it extra special.” You met his gaze with a smile just as soft, heart thumping solidly when you caught sight of your car coming into view.

“Your traditions sound amazing. Maybe I should force my family into some, although I’m not sure Monopoly would go down very well in my house.” Mason gave a laugh, hand ruffling his hair.

“You could always start off easy, you know Connect Four, Battleships.” You’d slowed your walk and his eyes slid to your slightly beat up car. “This is yours?” Yours cheeks flushed as you nodded.

“It’s old I know, but I-“

“No, that’s not-I just thought we’d have longer.” You let your hand slide from his arm, your body turning so the two of you were face to face and you felt a rush go through you once again at how beautiful he was when he peered at you through his eyelashes. “I feel like the afternoon flew by, I didn’t even get to talk myself up with all my best qualities.” He threw you a teasing smirk that had you biting the inside of your cheek to subdue your own.

“I think that means I might have to ask you on another date and give you that chance.” His eyes sparked and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, eyes burning on yours.

“Yeah?”

“I’m free next Wednesday again if you are, we could do something a bit more fun than coffee?” Your mouth suddenly went dry at your boldness and you felt your cheeks heat up, worrying bubbling up incase he turned you down but Mason’s widening grin was enough of an answer before he’d even nodded.

“Why don’t you let me beat you at bowling?”

“Bowling?”

“I’ve heard it works for a great date, plus I think I’d like to show off a little.” You suddenly raised your eyebrows at him.

“I thought you had terrible coordination?” The sheepish smile he sent you and the way he rubbed the back of his neck made you gasp playfully, hand reaching out to shove his arm. “You use the bumpers don’t you?”

“No.”

“Oh my God, you totally do!” Mason grumbled something under his breath and you let out a soft laugh, leaning back against your car. “I think I might just end up beating you.”

“We’ll see about that,” His gaze wandered around the car park and then he suddenly leant in and kissed your cheek, both of you turning a little pink at the action. “If you text me your address I’ll pick you up on Wednesday. 6 good?” You simply nodded, a little shocked over the feeling of his lips against your skin and Mason flashed you that overly charming smile that you knew you’d be thinking about all night. “Great. I had a good time today and for the record, you’re not the most boring person I’ve ever met.”

After you’d gotten in your car and watched him walk back towards the restaurant you couldn’t stop your smile or the giddy feeling of happiness that washed over you as his body disappeared around the corner. You were certain you’d never felt so connected to someone after a first date and seeing Mason’s quick smile and hearing the soft sound of his voice filled you with a feeling of content you hadn’t been privy to in months. Mason and this feeling was something you never really wanted to give up.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

alphabet boy II

SYNOPSIS: college AU. Armin, your brilliant tutor, invites you over to his house for some studying. Naturally, you're nervous and he seems to be giving you a reason to be.

PAIRING: SCUMBAG!Tutor Armin x FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: half edited, noncon/dubcon, fingering, non-penetrative sexual content. gaslighting, manipulating,

A/N: really need the motivation to write again and I've been slacking on my multi-parters so here's a somewhat highly anticipated one. Armin fuckers, this is for you. non-Armin fuckers, I hope this converts you

WORD COUNT: 2.0k

II. I.

“You’re not paying attention.”

You feel his voice right by the shell of your ear, and the proximity nearly makes you reel back in surprise but you manage to catch yourself.

“S-sorry” You apologize, wishing you didn’t stutter.

The thing is you’re just really out of your element. This is the first time you’ve been to Armin’s house for personal tutoring, and it was hard to focus on the material when his presence was so distracting.

It wasn’t like you were fantasizing about him or anything [well…]-you always tried to banish those thoughts as soon as it came. But still, being alone with an attractive boy with a disarming charm was causing some jitters. You felt like a shy middle schooler, on edge and jittery.

The last tutoring session in the library when he [basically] called you stupid plagued your mind. The memory of him feeling up your thighs lived in your head rent-free.

“Let’s take a break.” He sighs. Your heart drops at the noise of disappointment but you suppose it’s what you deserve.

You push your laptop lightly aside on the table, the bleak light straining your eyes, and ask for the bathroom. You just wanted to freshen up and be alone for a few seconds. The bathroom is meticulously clean, something even you knew was unexpected for a boy. You looked at yourself through the spotless mirror, scrutinizing every flaw.

You sigh, fiddling with your dress collar. Why you had tried dressing pretty for a boy so out of your league, he may as well be in Mars--you didn’t know.

When you return, there is a tall glass of lemonade waiting for you.

“Thought you might be thirsty.”

It’s a simple gesture that makes you blush so you thank him earnestly. Like the gentleman he is, he assures you it’s no problem. Not wanting to prolong the awkward silence, you compliment his apartment, “This is a really nice place. So much light and space.”

You’re babbling but he engages you regardless, and you two are mindlessly discussing the benefits of living at off-campus housing over dorming. His words are pleasant but there’s a sinking feeling within you as you notice he’s bored. Or maybe distracted was a better word.

“So, do you have a boyfriend? Or anyone you’re seeing?”

You nearly choke at the question uttered through a buttery voice.

“Oh um, not really.”

“Not really?”

You made a mental note to answer in definitives. Armin seemed the type to snuff out anything he reasoned as half-truths.

“No. I uh, don’t have a boyfriend.” And then you clarified a pin-drop later, “And I’m not seeing anyone either.”

The blond hums a playful tune that’s vaguely nostalgic.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

You don’t understand the point of this line of incessant questioning, and can’t calm your heart rate.

“I-um, I don’t-“

Taking one look at your serious face, eyes rimmed with worry and cheeks pink, he laughs. It’s a startling sound like bell chimes.

“Relax. I just wanted to know if you had any experience.”

The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can even ponder it: “What do you mean by experience?”

It’s not his fault if he can’t hide the feral grin that crosses his mouth right at that moment. You can’t discern his expression as you’re staring at anywhere but him, so you don’t notice the uncontained excitement that glimmers in cerulean eyes.

“Let’s move to the couch. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

You think about saying that you’re fine wherever you are and didn’t really feel like changing positions, but he’s already striding towards the couch. So you start packing up the materials, before a clear voice calls out to you, “It’s okay. You don’t have to bring all that. Just bring your flashcards.”

You hoped that wouldn’t mean he’d quiz you, but that’s exactly what he meant to do.

“Law of diminishing returns.”

“Wait! I know that one!” You brightly exclaimed, “ Uhh..it gives way to the catch-up effect which means poor countries tend to grow more rapidly and they’ll one day essentially catch up with wealthier economies.”

The blond ran his hand through his hair before sighing. You could feel your heart drop. You were sure you were right. Was your answer wrong enough to cause exasperation?

“Stick with the formal definition next time. I didn’t ask for the theory based on the law.”

You pouted, and Armin couldn’t help but relish in how eagerly you sought his approval, like a puppy performing tricks to appease their master.

“You should sit closer. Can you even see the word?”

You moved closer to him, knees knocking into each other. He looks down at the completed set.

“Well, you didn’t do as bad as I expected.” Ouch. But maybe he meant it as a compliment?

“But,” the corners of his mouth curled, “I’d say you’re still struggling.” Never mind.

“T-this is a new chapter though. I don’t think we’ve even gone over it in class.”

Blue eyes narrow, and you wonder if he’s going to give the well-meaning spiel about how staying ahead was the only way to keep up. That mantra may work for someone with high ambitions and an extremely good work ethic but you were no well-oiled machine. You had other classes too!

“Why are you so defensive?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at the question, spoken so softly and casually, you almost miss the disdained lilt.

“Oh uh-“

“Listen to me. I quizzed you so I’m able to assert your skill level. And your response to my assertion is that it’s something you haven’t gone over in class yet. Do those things relate to each other at all?”

Meekly, you shift your attention to the rug.

“Answer me.”

“N-no”, you squeaked.

“And what have I always told you? The only way to keep up is to-“

“Stay ahead.” You finished, “I’m sorry, I just-“

“Did I say you could interrupt me?”

You could feel the blood rushing to your ears, unsure when the atmosphere had shifted. Your heartbeat was beating rapidly and you could feel your body go warm.

He sighed, and placed a hand over over your folded ones, squeezing your palms.

“You know I’m just looking out for you right? It almost feels like you don’t care-“

“No!” You exclaim, “I-I do.” Heat pools into your cheeks once you realize your grave mistake, “I-I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

The blond smiles radiantly and it nearly melts away all of your worries…until he opens his mouth to deliver another damning remark.

“You know, with your looks…you don’t really even have to graduate. Maybe choose an easy major and then get some rich husband to take care of you.” There’s a distinct lack of humor in his tone as if he wholeheartedly believed every word he was saying.

Your eyebrows furrow in blatant confusion, and in the back of your mind, danger signs are flashing at the back of your head. Your thighs are growing warmer. Oh no, this could not be happening right now.

“That’s what most girls’ dreams are anyways.” He inspects his spotless nails, “You chose this class because Ackerman’s attractive right? That’s why his class has such a high drop rate…silly girls join, not understanding how harsh of a grader he is.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself but the next inflammatory remark he spews almost sends you to shock, “Though I bet, if you got on your knees for him, you’d be getting an A on those finals.” He laughs as if he was saying something particularly amusing, an undercurrent of spite coloring his words, “You wouldn’t even need me as your tutor.”

There are a million things on the tip of your tongue but no voice to speak them out. You want to ask him why he’s been so weirdly invasive, what his weird hang-up with professor Ackerman was, and of course, the casual sexism was really throwing you in a loop. Still, you have no doubt Armin could beat you to a bloody pulp several times over in a verbal lashing, and your mind was too fragile to deal with this.

You’ll sign up for a new tutor or better yet no tutor. You’ll get over your social anxiety and join a study group. You’ll go to all of Professor Ackerman’s office hours. Anything had to be better than this. You’re giving yourself this pep talk in your head but there’s no denying that your legs feel warm, and the self-improvement speech is withering away in your mind as it seeks to instead process how Armin fucking Arltert is touching you right now.

He pins you against the cushions, one hand locking both of your wrists. You’re shaking but your pupils are blown out wide.

He smirks, “There’s an excellent stress reliever for studying you know.”

You limp in his hold but the cocky attitude behind his words brings you back. You thrash under him, earning an annoyed growl from the blond.

“I’ve been so fucking patient with you, you know? Planning out your study guides, sharing my notes with you, proofreading homework, going over the mock exams—don’t you think I deserve a little compensation?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

He's right. He's right. Armin actually has done so much for you. Maybe it was too easy to take for granted because of how efficient he was, and how he acted like it was nothing. But right now, nothing really was everything.

He smiles. Yeah, this is who you were. Add just a little bit of pressure and you crumble. That flash of bravery from before was nothing but a petulant outburst from a child who didn’t know any better.

Armin coos, “Isn’t it a little embarrassing to be a virgin at your age?”

With unbridled precision, while he’s still holding your lower body down with the weight of his legs, he unbuckles his belt and ties it around your strained wrists. Red fills your face, and like always, you’re struggling to find the right words to respond. To say anything at all. Most of all, you can feel a wetness building at your core.

“I know the way you look at me, you know.” He kisses the dip of your neck, slender fingers splayed from under your shirt, “I know you’re into this.”

And because he is a scientist who must have evidence to back up his hypothesis, his hands find themselves under the waistband of your floral skirt that you foolishly wore, pushing the cure pastel underwear aside. You’re writhing in his grasp but maybe not as much as you should be, but it’s not your fault your movements are sluggish right?

“You have such a funny habit of not deleting your windows and keeping your bookmarks open.”

You freeze.

“This entire time I thought you were some prudish virgin even though you dress like a whore. Someone with who I had to be gentle. But all that fucking porn you read? Nasty. Is that why you need help in this class?” He punctuates slowly, "Because you're wasting your brain for something else?"

Immediately, you remember how you left your laptop on the table. You remember how many times he used your computer to double-check the notes, and you trustingly let him, forgetting that despite deleting your tabs, the hidden windows of steamy erotica were not yet erased out of their existence. Embarrassment violently paints your body.

He doesn’t wait or care for your response as he starts a vigorous assault on your clit with his slender finger, rubbing up and down in a vicious manner. The second finger prods at your entrance, feeling a tight cavern despite the amount of slick collected. Your eyes roll back in pleasure-is this what being with someone is like?

Stop. Get a hold of yourself. Why are you so fucking horny right now? It doesn’t matter what Armin said about you or how he called you out for the fiction you’ve read, because this is real life. But Christ, it’s Armin, the boy you’ve had a crush on since the moment he explained to you what a marginal abasement curve was. Stupidly handsome Armin with a gentle voice and too-blue oceanic eyes. Stupidly handsome Armin who coerced you into being under him.

You’re so fucking warm and tight, and Armin can’t wait to sink himself inside of you, can’t wait to humiliate you further. With nimble fingers he untied the ribbons of your dress like you were a Christmas present, groping your soft mounds and marking up your collarbone with teeth and tongue. Crystalline tears roll down the side of your face. You really shouldn’t be crying when you’re this wet.

“So fucking funny how you can’t look at me in the eye when we have a conversation but you read the filthiest fucking smut I’ve ever seen.”

taglist: @candy-hime

[slasherhaven]

Hello! Could you please write something were like Reader is Bo‘s S/O but is really protective over Vincent? Like they have to get stuff outsude of Ambrose or smth and when ppl look weirdly at Vincent Reader squeezes his hand or distracts him with something nice so he doesn‘t notice but all in a completely platonic way? Like they’re lovey dovey with Bo but treat Vincent and Lester like family

Bo Sinclair with a S/O who is very protective over Vincent Sinclair:

You love Bo and you love Vincent and Lester, just in very different ways. Bo was your partner, Vincent and Lester were your best friends. They are your family.

You care deeply for both of Bo’s brothers but you found yourself becoming more protective of Vincent. You were closer to him than Lester because he was around more and you spent more time with him but you became more protective over him because he was the quietest of the brothers, seeming to be rather timid at times.

You enjoyed brining him out of his shell and seeing other sides of one of your closest friends. It was purely innocent.

Bo didn’t like it at first. You had always been friendly with his brothers but he thought you would be a little less affectionate after you started dating, but that didn’t happen. Bo would never admit to being jealous but he was.

Slowly Bo stops being so irritated about your friendship with his brothers when he starts to realise that it is all completely platonic. You just saw them as family and he wanted that, for you to be at home with the three of them in Ambrose.

Plus, it wasn’t like you weren’t ten times more affectionate with him. You’re always giving him hugs and kisses or holding his hand, you were just an affectionate person and it even caught Bo off guard at times.

As time passed, Bo came to accept your relationships and how you showed your affection. 

Still, of course there were times when Bo thought you were paying too much attention to one of his brothers and not enough to him. That’s when he’ll pull you down onto his lap or wrap his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear.

He’s never going to have no jealously.

Why Vincent had to come to town with you and Bo, you weren’t completely sure. You were sure that the two of you could have managed getting the extra supplies, but Bo insisted the job would get done quicker if Vincent came along.

And so, Bo had left the two of you outside while he went to sort out some supplies the had ordered.

Vincent was still wearing his mask and let his hair fall unruly over his face in an attempt to hide even that from passer-bys. It had been a while since he had left Ambrose and been in such a public space, you could tell he was nervous and on edge.

The two of you were just talking outside of the store when you noticed a group of people talking lowly between themselves and repeatedly glancing over at the two of you, more notably Vincent. 

He hadn’t seemed to notice yet and you wanted it to stay that way. Before heading into town, you had encouraged him to come, promising him everything would be fine, that you would be there for him and nothing bad would happen. You understood that people reacted to things that were out of the norm, like a man with a prosthetic mask, but you would never understand how people could be so rude to complete strangers.

Noticing some sort of gift shop across the street, your face lit up.

“Oh my god, Vinny” you smiled bright, taking his hand in yours and pulling him across the street. Vincent was confused but let you guide him without argument, amused when you stopped in front of the gift shop window, pointing at a teddy bear display. “They’re so cute” you gushed, giving his hand a small squeeze.

Vincent smiled behind his mask, knowing what you were doing. You were trying to take his mind off of things and make him more comfortable, and it was working. And the teddy bears were indeed cute.

You glanced back at the group of people to see them walking past, going back to minding their own business, putting a smile on your face.

It wasn’t long after that when the two of you heard a sharp whistle coming from behind you. When you turned, you saw Bo standing by the truck, arms folding over his chest and his eyebrow raised questioningly.

“Having fun window shopping?” he asked sarcastically. He had been sorting out the supplies while the two of you gossiped in front of teddy bears.

You grinned at the sight of your boyfriend, pulling Vincent back to the other side of the street by the grip on his hand. As you reached the truck, you released Vincent’s hand and wrapped your arms around Bo’s neck.

“Everything sorted?” you asked as Bo slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“Just need to load it up onto the truck” Bo nodded, just getting the words out before you lent up to press a kiss to his lips that he instantly returned. 

The three of you loaded the supplies onto the back of the truck before shutting it up before rounding the truck again. 

Just as Bo opened the truck door, you placed a hand on his arm and stopped him, making him turn back to you with a questioning look. “Can we get some food for the road?” you asked.

“I could eat. What were you thinking?” Bo asked. 

“I saw a cute sandwich shop on the corner...” you knew that the sandwiches were a little over priced, but they just looked so good! 

Bo pondered your words for a moment before nodding. “Sounds good. What do you think, Vincent?” he asked, looking to his brother. Vincent nodded, definitely agreeing with getting some food. “Well, come on then” Bo shut the truck door and locked it before the three of you started to head down the street.

Picking up on Vincent’s growing nerves once again, you slipped your arm through his, making him look down at you as you smiled up at him reassuringly. Vincent seemed to relax a little then.

Bo looked over at the two of you and even he couldn’t help but smile just a little bit, you made Vincent feel more confident in public than he ever could. He knew he could be hard on his brothers, and even on you, but they were family and he does love them, and he does love you.

Bo threw an arm around your shoulders, making you giggle as he pulled you into his side. You loved days like this, when Bo was in a good mood, when Vincent was feeling confident, when you could just enjoy the day with the Sinclairs.

You loved the Sinclair brothers with your whole heart, they were your family and you were glad that Bo could now see that your relationships with his brothers were just platonic and he was becoming more comfortable with that. The Sinclairs were your boys and you loved them.

[1kook]

ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting two

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

⇢ series masterlist

summary: Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: ITS A SLOW BURN OKAY...., sweetheart jk, campus crush jk, college crushes, social distancing, zoom -_-, jk owns a keroppi plush, oc thirsts over his hot bod, jk’s sweet attempts at flirting </3 he’s just 2 cute for his own good ratings: e for everyone <3 wc: 3.7k

notes: this took long bc i wrote one version but it was SO LAME u guys r lucky my friend and editor ( @kigurumu​ 🖤 ) stopped me from posting it. so then i had to reorganize my thoughts n b like girl. the ppl are waiting. get it together. anyway here’s zoom jk 😎

Being grouped with Jeon Jungkook (he/him) for your first class on the first day of your first Zoom semester truly sets the standard.

By no means do your other classes suck; they’re quite enjoyable, more relevant to your area of study. They’re familiar which makes them comfortable, your Zoom meetings filled with faces you’ve seen time and time again the last four years. The material interests you, so you definitely don’t have anything against them or your classmates. 

That being said, no one is prepared for the awkwardness that comes with each and every Zoom meeting. You never thought you’d be embarrassed to turn your mic on— to speak in a class filled with your peers. And the meetings are all like that, filled with uncomfortable silences and endless black screens. 

You wish there was a Jeon Jungkook (he/him) in every class. 

Jungkook’s just got this bubbly aura to him, this magnetic presence that staples itself into the back of your mind with each passing day. No one fills a Zoom call like he does, making every person laugh and smile like him. 

Wednesday rolls around and you find yourself a little disheartened when you don’t get sorted into the same randomized group as him again. Disappointment melts into annoyance when you find out how incompetent your other classmates are, refusing to speak in the small group or just completely clocking out all together. A lot of them didn’t do the reading— the one you stayed up all night doing —and your first partnered assignment of the semester finds you doing it all by yourself. Muted mics, black windows, complete radio silence; you hated it all. 

You find yourself weirdly longing for Jeon Jungkook’s presence, even if he’s only there to talk about some movie he saw last night. No one is as much of a chatterbox as him, can’t even hold a candle to the way he draws everyone in with his mindless conversations. At least he speaks during Breakout Rooms, you think bitterly. 

Anyway, the first week of classes ends and your brain is a frenzied mess. There’s schedules to memorize, professors to impress, assignments to plan out. There’s definitely no time to sit around and fantasize about the curly haired cutie in one of your general classes. The weekend is spent trying to organize your planner, filling in due dates and exam days ahead of time. It’s your last semester and you’re dead set on making it your best one yet. There’s a lot of written work this time around, analyses and research papers that need to be organized. The road ahead is manageable, but you’ll have to work hard to keep it that way for the next five months. 

Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group.

Jungkook is early this time, not like on Monday where he’d been one of the last to filter in, and he’s looking as chirpy as ever. Donning this horrendously hot pink shirt, completely unlike the neutral tones he’d worn during your last two meetings and that decorate his room, and the cutest pair of circle glasses sitting on his nose. He says his regularly scheduled ‘good morning’ to you all and receives a collective response from the rest of the class that not even your professor got. 

Speaking of the professor, you’ve been giving him the stink eye this whole time. Not that he can tell, given the fact he’s probably miles away in his own home while you angrily glare at him through your webcam. It’s this old guy who’s decided to sort you all into semester long groups for the class, which is the absolute worst. These types of groups always go the same way: you make a group chat promising to study together, those plans fall through, and then everyone just leeches off of each other for homework answers. And in most cases, it’s you handing over your homework answers because no one else ever bothers to do anything. Sadly, it’s a routine you’ve had to suffer through many times in your academic career. 

The thought makes you sick. Having to spend another semester being labeled as the bossy, nerdy dictator of the group? Not exactly how you wanted to spend the last few months of college, but there’s nothing you can do. Maybe this time around you’ll just let it be, won’t fight it (and by it, you mean your lazy classmates when they inevitably try to guilt trip you for homework) and simply let it run its course. 

“I’m going to put you guys into Breakout Rooms with your new groups!” your professor claps excitedly, and then you and the rest of your classmates are forced to watch him lean too close to the camera as he begins clicking around to find the preset groups he’s assigned the class. “Remember, guys, this is it for the rest of the semester. So if something isn’t right, let me know by the end of today.” 

Man, this was going to suck, you groan. The syllabus had said that the purpose of these groups was to keep you all connected with your classmates during these trying times, to give you the same opportunities in-person learning would. Frankly, you’re not too worried about making friends with everyone in this large class. Most of them are younger than you anyway, save for Jeon Jungkook (he/him) and a handful of others who are apparently in your year. Befriending lowerclassmen only to have to bid them adieu in a few months seems awfully sad, a little too heartbreaking. You really just want to get a good grade in this class, collect the last of your credits, and put this whole college experience behind you. 

Your thoughts are wrapped up by the pop-up message that appears on screen. 

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 12

You sigh, contemplate dropping this class for all of two seconds, before dutifully accepting the request. Worse comes to worst, you make up some lie to tell your professor that you’re allergic to group work and hope it works. (It won’t.) 

You sit through the mandatory loading screen for a few seconds before being abruptly dumped into your new room, Group 12, or so the message had said. There’s no one else here yet, which isn’t really a surprise. A lot of your classmates are probably like you, scowling at the pop up message every time your professor sends you into small groups before accepting the request. So you chill by yourself, eyes tracing over your own mirrored image. The notes on last night’s reading are neatly laid out before you, your copy of the book off to the side. 

Another beat and then, much to your surprise, Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is appearing in your room. “Oh,” he says, round eyes magnified by the thick lens of his glasses, the glare of the computer’s glow casting a funny shape across the lens that momentarily robs you of his pretty eyes. His pretty pink lips stretch into a smile, upper lip thinning out a bit when he flashes you those perfect teeth. “Hi, __,” he greets politely, bubbly. 

It’s embarrassing how much his presence affects you, your back going ramrod straight in a terrible attempt to compose yourself. “Hi, Jungkook,” you manage to get out, fingers nervously reaching for something, anything, to ground yourself. They land on a pencil. 

Jungkook doesn’t seem even the slightest bit aware of the commotion he causes within you. “I was really nervous for these groups,” he begins rambling right away, lips pushing down into an exaggerated frown as he shivers at the memory. “But I’m glad I got placed with someone hardworking like you!”

Despite how sweet he sounds, you’re not entirely sure if he’s buttering you up just to take advantage of your ‘hardworking’ attitude later down the road or if he’s genuinely being polite. The little information you know about Jungkook wants you to believe it is the latter; he’s very kind, sweet and nice in a way that makes everyone he speaks to feel warm. Still, for all you know this could be some elaborate ruse of his to make you trust him now and then convince you to do all the work for the rest of the semester. 

Tentatively, you ask, “and how would you know that?” You try your best to keep your usual snappiness out of your voice, pose it simply out of curiosity. But everything you say or do feels like a stark contrast to Jungkook and his bubbliness. 

His head tilts cutely to the side, imploring brown eyes looking at you for one hard second. And then, “I read your forum analysis from Wednesday,” he admits, breaking into a smile. Shy and tiny, bashfully looking down at his desk. “I thought your perspective on the piece was really interesting,” he says, lips pursing together as if he’s suddenly too embarrassed to admit such things to you. 

Stunned, all you can manage is one slow nod. “Thank you,” you eventually choke out, trying to ward the heat away from your cheeks as Jungkook sheepishly nods back, cute smile still on his face. 

“Oh, please,” he chuckles, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Don’t thank me!” 

It is in this exact moment that you are suddenly made aware of two things. 

One: despite his collection of soft sweaters and t-shirts, his bouncy curls and sweet smile, Jeon Jungkook’s body is neither as cute nor as soft as any of his belongings. In fact, Jeon Jungkook’s body is all hard planes and prominent veins. Arms beefy, biceps that bulge beneath the fabric of the short sleeve t-shirt he’s donned today. His shoulders fill out the material nicely, making him look broad and huge, but that’s not even the worst part, because—

—two: Jeon Jungkook is covered in ink. Dark streaks and swirls paint his forearms, curling around his elbow. Every inch of his pale skin is littered with tiny designs. They dance along the back of his hands, over his knuckles, and end at an unidentifiable point beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. When he tugs at the neckline of his shirt in an effort to readjust it, you hope your eyes are deceiving you and that isn’t a hint of ink by his collarbone. 

Your normal composure seems to slip away at the mere thought. 

It’s Jungkook’s voice that brings you back, a soft timbre that asks, “aren’t we supposed to have someone else in our group?” You flinch as if you’ve been caught ogling him, never mind the fact he’s started mindlessly shuffling some papers around on his desk, not the slightest bit concerned with you. 

“Oh— um, yes. I think,” you stammer, feeling like some creep for ogling your very cute, very sweet classmate. The memory of his inky skin nearly sends a shiver down your spine as you navigate back to the class syllabus. “We’re supposed to have at least three people,” you read off, glancing at the boy on your screen who frowns at the news. 

“Do you think they dropped?” Given it was still only the first week of school, probably. There had been a fewer number of people in the call when it started, you remembered. Jungkook sighs, this rather light sound that ends in a hum. “Well, we can always wait a few minutes just in case.”

So you wait, nervously bouncing your leg up and down. It’s not awkward, or at least, not as awkward as it would be with anyone else. The other week you had silently sat with another classmate in a one-on-one discussion and hadn’t uttered a word for five minutes. It wasn’t because you didn’t care about the class, but because said classmate had been tapping away on their phone the entire time and hadn’t even responded to your simple greeting. That was awkward. 

With Jungkook it’s more weird than awkward. You can tell the silence makes him uncomfortable because he keeps doing these tiny inhales like he’s about to speak, followed by a little head shake where he seemingly stops himself from saying anything at all. He wants to talk, very badly it seems, but holds back for some odd reason. 

He’s scribbling on some sheet of paper, leaning forward to give you a view of the top of his head. From this angle, his shirt hangs forward and a silver necklace falls out from beneath the neckline, thuds against the table. And then your suspicions are nearly confirmed, and oh god, is that a chest piece—

You quickly look away. 

Robbed of his handsome face and feeling like you’ll die if you look at his body any longer, you settle for your newly acquired favorite pastime: inspecting your classmates’ rooms over Zoom. Yes, you’ll admit it is incredibly nosy, but what else can you do? You can only look at your professor for so long until you inevitably grow bored, attention drifting off to your classmates tiny windows. And with no professor in sight, just gorgeous Jeon Jungkook, you quickly begin your examination of his bedroom. 

Jungkook’s room is pretty much the same as you remember it, rather neat and plain. There’s not a lot going on in terms of decoration, which is a little surprising to say the least. Over the course of the week, you’ve watched your classmates’ dormitories and bedrooms gradually change, decorations and tapestries decorating the walls, mountains of pillows added to their beds. It’s only natural that everyone has an innate need to show off who they are now more than ever, and you thought Jungkook would be the same. 

Apparently not. 

Aside from the guitar you had spotted on Monday, his little dorm room remains unchanged. Blank walls, grayscale sheets. The same perfectly fluffed pillows and then—

A tiny Keroppi plush smack dab in the middle of his bed. 

It’s adorable but a little out of place amongst Jungkook’s rather masculine decorations (or lack thereof). A tiny green doll sitting by his pillows, cute striped shirt and ridiculously dopey smile. 

Leaning forward, you unmute yourself and conversationally say, “I love your Keroppi.” 

At the sudden sound of your voice, Jungkook abruptly straightens up, glasses practically at the very tip of his nose. Eyes wide, it takes him a second to process your words before jerkily whipping around to stare at the aforementioned item. “Oh,” he jumps, slowly looking at his screen again, lips pulled into a tight line. “Um… it’s not mi—“

“It’s adorable,” you add, propping your chin in your palm, absolutely endeared with the rosy color that paints his cheeks, fades down the column of his neck. 

He squirms, hurriedly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’ll deny it again, nervously nibbling at his lower lip, before eventually he settles with a sigh. “I won it from a crane machine,” he confesses with a sheepish huff of laughter, rolling backwards to the edge of his bed to snatch it from its spot. 

(Of course he manspreads as he sits, dark jeans hugging his thighs as he rolls back your way. His arm looks so strong, covered in all that ink, you nearly drool.)

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” he says, abandoning his embarrassment as he shakes the little figure around, makes it look like it’s dancing for you. “My mom said it looks like me.”

At that, you laugh. Loud and boisterous because you were definitely not expecting Jungkook to say that, such an odd but weirdly fitting comparison that has you looking at the doll in his hands with renewed interest. And through the pixelated screen, you can see the similarities: Jungkook does have the same smile as Keroppi. 

“Your mom was right,” you agree, wiping a faux tear from the corner of your eye. “Very cute.” 

Jungkook’s got this big goofy smile on, shaking his head in disbelief that you would ever dare agree with his mom. Like he’s genuinely enjoying himself, you think, oddly proud to have evoked that reaction from him. Granted, Jungkook always looks like he’s pretty happy during class, but it feels nice knowing that you were (confirmed) the reason why.  

A little caught up with the bumbling feeling in your chest, you’re not expecting his next words. “Does that mean I’m cute?” he asks, still with that same dopey smile on his face. 

It’s a bold statement you wouldn’t have expected from him, someone who seems content being the world’s friend, but apparently Jeon Jungkook also craves compliments. 

Slowly, you nod. “...yes,” you say, trying to keep the tumultuous emotions inside of you at bay while you grant him this one compliment. Outwardly, you give him what you hope is an obviously feigned look of disbelief, managing to lace it with a little amusement as you shake your head at his inquiry. On the inside, your mind and heart are a thundering racetrack, the roar of the engines and the screams of the crowd enough to momentarily make you lose your senses. “Very cute,” you repeat, hoping he can’t hear the same pounding of your heartbeat in your throat and in your ears as you do. “Like a little frog.” 

Jungkook graces your robotic response with the most boyish laugh, head tossed back as one loud cackle (because, really, there is no other way to describe the sound that tears itself from his throat) escapes him, curls bouncing back from the movement. “Cute like a frog,” he wheezes, seemingly to himself as he shakes his head with a grin, scooting closer to the camera again. “That’s a new one.” 

“You set yourself up for it,” you defend, busying yourself with the papers spread out in front of you before Jungkook can distract you any further. “Anyway!” you announce, neatly lining the papers up. “Our group.”

Jungkook does his best to wipe the glee off his face, but even as he reaches around for his things, it’s still there. “Right,” he agrees, “we have to, um—“ a huff of laughter “—group contract! Or, well, partner project.”

Briefly, you consider calling in your professor to inform him of your missing partner. He had said to let him know by the end of today if something was wrong. But, honestly, you didn’t see a problem with your group the way it was now. While you can only hope he’ll turn out to be as dedicated to his work as you, as it stands now, there weren’t any major red flags surrounding Jungkook’s character. 

Besides, you didn’t mind being with him for the rest of the semester. 

You nod, forcing yourself to ignore the glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you through the screen. “I think it’s safe to say it’ll just be the two of us, which I don’t mind,” you say, glancing at the time on the corner of your screen to see five minutes have passed since you agreed to wait. “Do you?”

On screen, Jungkook profusely shakes his head, curls bouncing all over the place. “Nope,” he hums. “I don’t mind at all,” he reassures you, resting his chin in his palm as he regards you, and then sweetly adds, “it’ll be nice with just us, __.”

Right. 

You gulp, heart fluttering at the dreaminess he exudes through your screen, the soft strand of hair that falls over his forehead, tickles his brow bone when he flashes you another smile.  He was so handsome. Before you say anything silly, you quickly attempt to move on. “But it does make us more of a duo than a group.” 

Jungkook looks away from his screen for the first time in what feels like forever and you finally let your heart rest for a second. “A duo,” he murmurs, shuffling through his papers. “Like Mickey and Minnie?” 

You nearly choke on your spit, coughing to hide the surprise from his rather cute suggestion. He’s not even looking at you, doesn’t even realize the absolute shock he’s thrown you in by comparing the two of you to one of the most famous couples— that’s what they are, a goddamn couple, not a duo! the words mean two completely different things! —in the world. Instead, Jungkook is humming the theme song to Drake & Josh. 

This man was dangerous for your heart. 

After having felt all the emotions in the world in the span of ten seconds, you eventually gather the courage to say, “sure,” and quickly try to move the conversation along. “We just need to, um, make some ground rules and responsibilities for us to follow.” 

Jungkook nods, finally glancing up again, but not at you. He’s glaring at some point behind his computer, brows furrowed together as he begins brainstorming on his own. You try to, really, but his lips pout adorably when he’s deep in thought, and they’re just so pink and look so soft and would feel like—

“Well, we should probably exchange numbers first,” Jungkook says, interrupting your spiraling thoughts with a new topic to spiral over. He tilts his head to the side, brown eyes focused on you. 

“Yes, of course,” you stammer, fumbling for your phone as Jungkook lets out a soft yay at your acceptance of his request. Quickly, he recites his number and you type it in with trembling hands into the number pad, giving him a quick call so he can have your number as well. 

You save him right away, just his name followed by the class you share with him. Not like you know any other Jeon Jungkooks, and if you did, you doubt anyone could ever leave such an impact like this Jeon Jungkook. 

“__, look,” Jungkook calls, that same excitement lacing his already lovely voice, and you raise your head up at the screen again. He’s waving his phone over his camera, so you don’t get to see his face when he says, “It’s a little mouse emoji and a pink bow— just like Minnie!”

Dangerous for your heart and, most likely, the death of you this semester.

Copyright © 2021, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[fireflykaizoku]

Hey bestie if you don’t mind could you possibly do a body swap soulmate AU with Luffy but his s/o is the sister of Kid cause I’m sure he wouldn’t like that Luffy is his lol sister’s soulmate😂

bestieee hiii! omg that's such a cool idea, and it was so fun to write! kid is probably wondering "is this a nightmare?" i hope you like it! ❤

You woke up early and jumped out of the bed. Rushing to the kitchen, still in your pajamas, the crew greeted you. They smiled wishing you a happy birthday, while Killer and Kid brought a cake.

— Happy Birthday, brat. — Kid ruffled your hair. — As you get older, you get less annoying. If you find your soulmate this year, I hope they’re ready to deal with you.

— And I bet I’ll find my soulmate before you even find yours. — you laughed.

The day was full of celebrations, beer and food, while Kid tried to keep an eye on you to be sure you wouldn’t drink too much. The man was quite protective, even though he tried to pretend he didn’t care. It was his duty to keep you safe, not just because he was your captain, but because he was your brother.

Luffy opened his eyes, and found weird enough the fact he couldn’t smell Sanji’s food or Brook singing. Instead, he heard more voices than the usual. Opening his eyes, he noticed right away it wasn’t the Sunny. The boy scratched his head, wondering what this place could be.

He got up and looked around, maybe the Strawhats dragged him somewhere while he was sleeping. Until he found a familiar figure from far.

— Oi, Jaggy! — he said, waving at the redhead, who raised an eyebrow. You’ve never called him that before. In fact, there was only one person who called him that.

— (Y/N)? — Kid asked. — What’s wrong?

— What? No, it’s me, Luffy! — the dark haired boy giggled.

Then it hit him. You switched bodies with your soulmate, and even worse, your soulmate was that Mugiwara. Out of all people, except Trafalgar, why him? Why destiny had to make him your soulmate? Luffy would start thinking they were friends, what a nightmare.

When the others realized what happened, they couldn’t help laughing at their captain’s misfortune, while Killer patiently went to explain Luffy the situation and how to switch back.

Meanwhile, you woke up with the smell of food, but it smelled differently from what Killer usually made. You could hear giggles, singing and weirdly enough, female voices. That was odd, since the crew didn’t bring any girls to the Victoria Punk, since the ship hasn’t docked in a couple of weeks.

You opened your eyes and realized it wasn’t your room. You saw other beds, and the decoration was completely different. Next to you, there was a strawhat, a hat you remembered well, not just from the wanted posters, but also from the time you’ve met the other Supernovas in Sabaody, and later in Wano.

When you realized you switched bodies with Monkey D. Luffy, captain of the Strawhat Pirates, your mind was a little confused. First, you were glad you already had the chance to see who your soulmate was; but also, you couldn’t help laughing imagining your brother’s reaction when he found out. They were rivals, and they were completely opposites.

Kid would probably be angry and against this. But there was nothing he could do, soulmates are meant to be together, right? You deserved a happy ending.

You saw everyone sitting and having breakfast, you even remembered their faces, but didn’t quite remember the names. When you acted shy, unlike their captain’s usual attitude, that’s the first time the crew noticed something was off. During breakfast, you didn’t eat like he did, neither tried to steal food from the other plates.

— Luffy, what’s wrong? — a girl with orange hair asked, she seemed surprised and worried. — You didn’t eat even half of your food.

— I’m full, thank you. — you smiled, hoping they’d buy it. Obviously you only made it worse.

While some seemed to choke on their food after you statement, and even the green haired man, who apparently was asleep, woke up right away. All you could do was look at them asking if you were sick, if something was wrong, and calling a reindeer that would be able to take care of you. Everyone was talking at the same time, and it was hard to try to answer them.

Until a dark haired woman, with a friendly smile, said something.

— He switched bodies with his soulmate. — she giggled. — Didn’t you?

You nodded, and finally everything got quiet. Well, at least for two minutes, until the crew asked many questions at the same time. They wanted to know your name, if you were from an island near them, what you did for a living, and so many other questions.

— I’m (Y/N). — they all got quiet, listening to what you were saying. — I don’t live in an island, but I’m part of Kid’s Pirates. — you said, a bit worried they would treat you different because of that. — I’m Kid’s sister.

Everyone gasped, not even ready to process that information. They remember seeing you many times from far, but couldn’t even imagine you and Kid were siblings. There wasn’t even a small resemblance.

They made you feel very comfortable, reassuring that they’d help you find the Victoria Punk, and fix this situation soon. The day went pretty normal, with the blonde making snacks for you and the other girls, the skeleton asking to see your panties when you switched back, and the cute little reindeer asking questions about you.

The Strawhats seemed to be fun, treating you as part of the crew.

— We’ll arrive in just a few hours if the weather doesn’t change. — Nami smiled. — Are you excited?

— Yes. — you giggled. — A little nervous too. I’ve seen Luffy before, but now it’s different. And thank you for treating me so well.

After dinner, you sat on the deck with the others. You wondered what would happen after switching back. The only thing you knew for now was that you’d miss them.

One or two hours later, you spotted the ship from far. It was exciting, your heart started beating fast and you couldn’t help walking around in circles. You jumped in on the Victoria Punk as soon as the ships were close enough from each other.

— Finally! I had to spend the whole day with him! — your brother glared at Luffy. — He thinks we’re friends now, and he didn’t leave me alone.

— I had a nice time, though. — you smiled. — They’re so cool, and treated me like family.

Before Kid could tell you not to get any ideas, Luffy ran towards you, with his signature giggle.

— Oi, (Y/N)! Killer told me how to switch back. — the boy smiled. — We need to kiss! Let's kiss!

Your cheeks got red, not expecting Luffy to be so straightforward, especially not in front of your brother. When you least expected, the boy pulled you into a kiss. Holding your face with his hands, it was clumsy and even sloppy. He didn’t know what he was doing, and you were caught off guard and couldn’t even kiss him properly. That and the crew having to hold Kid who kept saying “stay away from my sister” couldn’t create a better mood for the first kiss.

Surprisingly, felt his arms wrapped around you, using his devil fruit powers to hold you tight. You opened your eyes and saw Luffy so close, with a wide smile. How you two fell in love? You would never know. It was sometime between Sabaody, seeing each other in Wano, or during this whole day when you were in each other’s body.

— Brother, I want to stay with them. — you pouted. — I want to be with my soulmate.

— No, I won’t let you stay with him! He’s my rival and that’s unacceptable!

— Don't worry, I’ll take care of her, Jaggy! — he smiled, stretching his arms to grab you and pull you closer. — And now that we’re almost family, we can start an alliance!

[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

~

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

~

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

~

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

~

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

~

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

~

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

~

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

~

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

~

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

~

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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[finelinevogue]

Hello! For the continued part of the blurb in which Harry and YN get casted together; this is the reminder :))

Also here’s a thought about it:

Maybe since like Harry met Olivia on DWD, when Tangled started they're like broken up and so so to make it more realistic (It was more of a suggestion but just do you, your readers would love it either way) :))

Have a great day!!!

yes we will definitely continue this!! okay let’s go;

First day nerves were always the worst.

Whether it was first day of school, first day of a new job, first day at university or, in your case, first day on set, you always got a really bad case of the nervous butterflies. It was just unnerving having to meet new people and try and fit into the way everything worked around here. You were a very social person when you came out of your shell, but you could be a hard one to crack if you weren’t with the right people. Luckily for you this set definitely had the right people. After briefly meeting him on the red carpet for Don’t Worry Darling and then having him text you afterwards, you have to say that now working with Harry Styles seemed like a dream. His music and his charisma shaped him into someone you really liked and really wanted to know more about. He was your all time crush and unfortunately, for you, he’d probably gathered that by now - what with your blushing interview over him.

The weather was beautiful and the buzz on set was amazing. Everyone was rushing around and trying to busy themselves until filming started at 8am. You had just been in hair and makeup and were on your way to set now. The movie wasn’t being filmed in its’ complete order, so the first scene that you were filming was where Flynn climbs up the tower and meets Rapunzel for the first time. Where Harry meets you.

You couldn’t quite believe you were actually here. You were a Disney princess, and your favourite one at that. The purple dress was everything you’d imagined and you felt like a dreamy cloud in it. Your flip flops and robe covered most of your outfit though, to keep you warm until you were needed on set. Instead of going straight inside the filming building, you sat outside on a nearby bench hoping to calm your nerves.

To keep your mind preoccupied you went over and over your lines in your head, cursing yourself when you messed up over something so small. Your fingers picked away at each other, damaging the nail-art that had only recently been put on.

“You’re going to cost the makeup department a fortune if you keep doing that.” You didn’t need to look up to know that it was Harry who was approaching you, but you did anyways. He looked beautiful. His hair was styled the same way as Flynn Ryders and you could see the outlines of his costume underneath the coat he was wearing.

“Oh, sorry.” You laughed nervously, putting your head back down to stop him from catching your blush.

“Hey no need for apologises. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He spoke honestly and you felt the warmth of his words spread over your body, like butter on toast.

“Just really nervous.” You admitted shyly.

“Can I…” He pointed towards the bench space next to you.

“‘Course, yes.” You patted the space encouragingly and watched him pull the trousers up from his thighs to sit more comfortably. God, those thighs. You cleared your throat to detach the dirty thoughts from the back of your mind.

It was quiet until he spoke again. “What’s your favourite Disney movie?”

“What?” You asked confused and Harry repeated the question as calmly as he did last time. You expected him to start giving you words of advice, not asking you your favourite Disney movie. “Oh, um, Tangled of course.”

“You know you don’t just have to say that because you’re the lead actress in the movie.” He nudged you with his shoulder, making you laugh as you swayed away and then back to him.

“Yeah I know.”

“Pity.”

“Why?”

“Just would’ve taken you for more of an avid Lion King fan.” He joked, his dimpled smile boasting its’ way onto his cheeky face.

“I am, actually. I just, there’s something about Rapunzel that draws me to her. I don’t know whether it’s her childhood was similar to mine—”

“Wait you were abducted by a weirdly attractive evil woman who claims to be your— wait! So you’re a princess?” Before you can answer he knelt down before you, capturing your hands in his - neither of your missing the tingles of passion when your skin touched skin - and holding them tightly, whilst he began speaking again, “M’lady, forgive me for being so simple.”

“Harry! What are you doing, y’fool?” You laughed at him, trying to get him to sit back next to you as you’d drawn the attention from a few crew members.

“I’m grovelling at the feet of my future Queen.” He said so matter-of-factly you almost, nearly, truly believed him. Chuffing actor.

“Get up you oaf!” And he did with a little more persuasion. “What I meant was that my childhood was quite isolated and lonely - I didn’t have many friends at all.” You spoke from the heart, not expecting Harry’s eyebrows to furrow with confusion or for him to look so sad.

“I’m sorry.” You knew he meant it.

“At least I have Flo, though, now.” You smiled at the thought of your amazing best friend, whom also happened to be Harry’s most recent co-star. Their performances in Don’t Worry Darling were second to none and you were so proud of Flo for delivering such an awe inspiring delivery to her character Alice.

“And me. Don’t forget me.”

“I could never.” You turned to look at him, unprepared to find him staring back at you with hearts in his eyes. You blushed and had to look away, but you rested the side of your head on his shoulder out of natural instinct. It felt right and it felt comforting. “Thank you, though Harry.”

“Always.” He rested his head back against yours, both of you just watching the busy people prepare for your first scene. The nerves had gone though, now, and you were feeling more at peace with yourself - and with him. “Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I think that you’re drawn to Rapunzel, because she embodies your courage, kindness, beauty and compassion.” Your heart swelled at his words. You never thought someone could think of you this way, let alone Harry. You pushed your head tighter against his shoulder, wanting him to wordlessly know that you were really grateful for him.

“Smooth, Harry!” He laughed with you, “How long have you been rehearsing that?”

“Too many other lines to remember to be learning them ones too. That, Y/N, was all ad-lib.” And your heart swooned a little more again. He was just so perfect and he made you feel safe. There wasn’t a good enough phrase or word in the English dictionary to justify how good of a person he was or how much he meant to you.

“You’re too good.”

“Too good to maybe ask you out for a drink after today?” You brought your head away from his shoulder in shock from what he just asked. Harry, the Harry Styles, was asking you, Y/N L/N, out for a drink. What?

“No, I think i’ll let you take me out for a drink.” You smiled at him, admiration sitting heavily in your eyes that there was no way he could miss it.

“Yeah?” His eyes glinted back at yours.

“Only if you stop with the compliments, i’m so bad for accepting them.”

“Hmm, no can do.” You rolled your eyes and reached over to take his hand in yours and he instantly linked his fingers with yours. It felt right. Warm. Safe.

“Fine, but don’t be alarmed if I just jump you for being too nice to me or something.” Your words came out faster than your brain could process and your eyes widened once you realised what you’d just said to him. You’d just threatened to jump Harry Styles. Fuck sake. And now he wad laughing, at you or with you you didn’t know.

“Alright, but you don’t be alarmed if I do nothing to stop you.”

Now you understood why he didn’t need to ask what was wrong or if you were okay, his presence was comforting enough to make your nerves dissipate and focus on the only thing that now mattered; him.

[buckyownsmylife]

woman’s world - chris evans smut

The one where Chris pisses you off during a panel, but then finds a way to apologize

Warnings: age gap, famous!reader, oblivious Chris, smut, unprotected sex

Chris’ P.O.V.

The panel had gone well, or as well as it could go when everyone was trying to push the idea of Y/N and I together. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to pursue something with her - quite the opposite in fact. I was completely infatuated with the young actress, but the problem was just that: she was young. Too young for me, probably. So it was becoming harder and harder to deal with everyone commenting on how great we would be together when it was already all I could think about, and there was nothing I could do to make it come true without looking like an absolute predator.

Still, there was no denying that my favorite part about this particular press tour had been getting to spend time with her. She was just the perfect company, especially in a situation like this, which frankly could easily become tiresome and irritating. She just had this way of being able to read me and know what I needed, so she’d easily take over when she noticed an interviewer was getting on my nerves or overstepping some boundaries. 

She was quickly becoming my favorite person, but unfortunately, the rest of our cast had noticed as much. And so that meant that for the last day or so, I’d forced myself to pull away from her, deliberately sitting as far away as possible and not even glancing her way whenever there was a camera around. I even managed to have a quick reaction when the panel moderator joked about us being the perfect couple, and I was proud of how my cry of “She’s a kid, for God’s sake!” had made everyone laugh, even my friends who had been keen on insisting I should ask her out. 

So needless to say, I was in a good mood. Such a great mood, in fact, that I’d decided to ask Y/N to come back to my room so we could grab a beer and watch some movies. Asking around for where she had gone, someone pointed in the direction I thought I’d seen her head to, and after a couple of seconds, I managed to see her in the middle of the sea of people. Then it was just a matter of smoothly dodging everyone trying to lure me into pointless conversations and then she was already within ear reach. 

Or so I thought, at least. I tried calling her name countless times, but she didn’t look back once. In fact, she even quickened her step, and soon enough I had to physically run so I could follow her into the elevator that could take us to the floor where we were staying. 

I didn’t think too much of it, considering she probably thought I was someone else and was doing the same as I was: trying to dodge anyone who wanted to make us stay a bit longer on the crowded floor where the convention was taking place. But then we were inside the elevator and she didn’t even turn to look me in the eye. 

More importantly, when I reached out to rub my thumb on her wrist, to signal that I wanted to hold her hand, the response I got was a harsh, “Is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? Because it’s quite cute, but I’m not in the mood for that at all.”

The attitude caught me by surprise in such a way that I was only able to snap out of it once the elevator’s doors opened, but before I could ask what the fuck was going on, she had ran out of it, walking towards her room with determination.

Oh no, she wouldn’t. There was no way I was letting her hide in her room, angry at me, when I didn’t even know what I’d done wrong. I sprung into action, running after her and managing to hold the door just before she was able to slam it in my face.

“What’s going on?” I cried out, pushing my way inside the room as she just stared up at me with hurt eyes and a pout on her lips. “What did I do?” Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms while looking away from me, before I managed to pull her closer by her wrists when I pried her arms open again. “Talk to me, c’mon.”

She glanced at me with furrowed brows, quickly averting her eyes before looking back again with an unamused expression. “You’re really gonna act like you don’t know.” Anxiety coursed through my veins at a scary pace. It was clear that I’d hurt her, but I had no idea how!

“I really don’t know!” I cried out, begging her to answer me, so I could make this better. I couldn’t bear the thought of offending her, of possibly losing her… and her friendship. Since that was all I could get from her, I was gonna fight with everything to keep it. “Please, let me make it up to you.”

For a second, it seemed like she would relent. But when her eyes met mine again, it was clear that whatever she saw on mine reminded her of the reason that she was mad, because just when I started to smile, she caught a second wind, pulling her hands from me and turning her back. 

“I don’t know why you’re so adamant about making me feel better. I thought I was just a kid to you.” And then, suddenly, it made sense. Flashes of what had happened not even an hour earlier played in my head, this time her face being the focus of it all. Perhaps it wasn’t perceptible for everyone else that her smile faltered when I shouted that idiotic thing, but to me it was.

To me it was, and still, back then, I didn’t see it. I chose not to see it, because I was so scared to deal with the truth. Instead, I ended up hurting her. And that was literally the last thing that I wanted. 

“I-I’m sorry,” I immediately offered, raising a hand to scratch the back of my neck. “I just… I didn’t want them to start creating any narratives about us two together, you know? I mean… You know how they can get. And I can’t be… We can’t be... associated… like that.”

I knew I had screwed up even before it became clear that she wouldn’t answer. Despite how cautiously I’d tried to phrase it, it ended up sounding weird even to my own ears. And when she didn’t turn around to look me in the eye again, I didn’t know what else to do. I felt myself deflating, my heart beating desperately against my chest, terrified of losing her simply for being my stupid self.

“C’mon… You know what I mean,” I breathed out, trying to approach her and resting a hand on one of her shoulders, but she simply shook it off. “C’mon, Y/N, don’t be like that.” I made myself flinch with just how poorly I was handling that situation.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I didn’t know what to do or say. Don’t be like what? “Like a child?” I asked, my tone icy enough to layer the tension in the room with one more level of awkwardness, and I didn’t need to see Chris to know that he was a mixture of nervous and confused, at the very least.

I knew it because I was, too. I was completely thrown off by my own behaviour, as weirdly as that sounded. I didn’t know why I was so defensive, except that I did. I did know it, I just didn’t want to admit. 

“Well, this child wants to be left alone. I’ll talk to you later, Chris.” And I stormed off into the bathroom, only stopping to take a breath when I was sure the door was locked behind me. I needed to put some distance between myself and him, otherwise I was gonna lose it - even worse than I already did. 

But it was too late to keep on ignoring my feelings. I was forced to deal with the reality of them, at least with myself, since I knew - especially after today - that there was no way I would ever get to reveal to Chris that I’d fallen for him.

To him, I was just a kid, and that’s all I would forever be.

Weirdly, I didn’t feel like crying as I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower, decided to wash away all of the bad feelings that this day had brought me. I just felt… disappointed, like a kid who’s been dreaming about a Christmas present only to find out they’ve been given socks. I’d been hopelessly trying to ignore my feelings for Chris, but at least a small part of me still fed into the ridiculous idea that he could possibly reciprocate those sentiments.

Now that it was obvious it would never be the case, it was like a small part of me had died on that stage.

By the time I got out of the shower, some twenty minutes later, I decided to put on a loose shirt I had kept around from some ex and take a nap until it was time to be social again. Certainly my friends would want to hit the bars or at least grab some dinner, and it would provide me with the perfect occasion to apologize to Chris.

Yes, that was perfect. That would get me a few more hours where I could manage to fabricate some resemblance of control before I had to see him. And then it would all go back to the way it was: me, pretending I don’t have a crush, while he kept seeing me as a kid.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even notice the massive body hidden beneath the covers in my bed until I went to uncover it so I could slide in.

“What the hell are you doing here? Get out of my bed,” I chastised, but Chris only gave me those annoyingly effective puppy eyes that had me groaning. “No. You don’t get to do this. I’m still mad at you, go to your room and we’ll talk about it later, but for now, just let me wallow in peace.”

But still, he didn’t let up. I tried to climb on the bed, but he was now smack down on the middle of it, still pouting with those perfect full lips of his. 

“Get. out. of. the. Bed.”

“Not until you tell me what I can do for you to forgive me. C’mon, baby girl, just let me make it up to you.” When I didn’t answer, making sure to avoid his eyes, he simply reached out and grabbed me by my hips, forcing me to sit on his lap. “Please?” He quietly begged, one hand cradling my face while the other maintained its grip on my hip. 

The movement had caught me by surprise, and my mouth fell open as I realized that because the shirt had ridden up, I was sat panties glued to Chris’ jeans. And if that wasn’t enough to throw me into a ridiculously horny state, the fact that I could feel just how hard he was certainly did.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t be shy,” he pressed, and my eyes snapped up to meet his, finding a hazy lust that reflected mine and a very, very naugthty smirk that didn’t help my current about-to-get messy situation. “Tell me how I can make it up to you.”

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I took a sharp inhale, thinking about what I was about to say. Could I really do this? Should we even do this? I still wasn’t completely sure about what the hell had happened, but one thing I was certain of, and that was that I really wanted him to, “Kiss me.”

For all the reservation I expected Chris to have about this, he didn’t hesitate a single second before pulling me to meet his lips, and it was everything I thought kissing him would be like. His lips were soft and as patient as he seemed to try to be, there was an undeniable edge of neediness in the way his tongue swiped my bottom lip, begging me for entrance.

“You’re not gonna let me in, honey?” He whispered against my lips, warm breath making me shiver in his arms before I was able to gather my thoughts.

“I don’t think you deserve it.” I shrugged, but by Chris’ teasing smile, I knew I had just given him exactly what he wanted. In a quick move, he had me sprawled on the bed underneath him, while he hovered over me with dark eyes that I never thought I’d get to see outside of my dreams.

“Let me show you why you’re wrong.”

Chris’ P.O.V.

I started by rubbing the outside of her thighs until she opened her legs enough for me to settle in the space between them. I paid close attention to the way her breath hitched even with the softest of touches, incapable of stopping the grin that made its way into my face.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sensitive, baby.” She whined as I lowered myself to replace my fingers with my lips, slowly making out with the delicate skin of her inner thighs. “You see? This is why I was scared to reveal my feelings for you. It’d be so easy to ruin you.”

By the way she bit on her lower lip, I knew I had reached my goal of making her even more bothered with what I had said, and slowly, I ran my hands up her legs and grabbed her hips to pull her further down, closer to my mouth. I ran my tongue over her lower lip, just barely gathering the excess moisture, and despite how clearly affected she was, Y/N managed to grab my hair and whisper, “I think you’re full of it, Evans.” It made me smirk, but before I could even offer a comeback, she just continued, “But even if you’re right… I’d like nothing more than to be ruined by you and only you.”

A sharp inhale later and a competition of stares, I pounced on her, devouring her little pussy like I’d wish to do so many fucking times before. She was sweet, but her moans were even sweeter, and the combination of sounds and taste and smell only served to intoxicate me, make me even more thrilled about finally having this gorgeous woman underneath me.

As her juices dripped from my jaw on the bed, she kept caressing my head, keeping me closely connected to her like I would ever dream of stepping away from this moment. I wanted to stay right here forever, away from people’s judgements and the overwhelming fear that she would think this was a mistake after it was over.

And right here, as my nose brushed her clit as I plunged my tongue as far as it could go inside her hole, she came right before my eyes, her honey dripping onto my tongue as I came up to toy with her clit before at last parting with her taste.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” I pointed out, stealing her lips with mine so I could share her taste with her, so she’d know I was right. “You’re sweet all over. Shit, I really want to fuck you.” My voice became nothing but a whisper, and soon her hands were cradling my face, thumb playing with my bottom lip before I sucked it. It was true. I craved to feel her from the inside, know what it was like to possess her in that way, too.

“Then fulfill both of our wishes. I really want to be fucked by you.”

Godfuckingdamn. This girl was just perfect. I knew right then, I’d made the right choice by deciding to stick around. When she appeared wearing nothing but that shirt, I forgot all of the reasons that were holding me back from simply taking her, and even now, they didn’t seem all that important anymore.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Your wish is my command.” I heard the words and braced myself to finally feel his cock inside of me, but still, the second that its head managed to fit, a long, drawn-out moan revealed just how impossible it was for me to restrain myself as Chris stretched me open around his member.

“Fuck!” Chris shouted, and it surprised me so much that it made my eyes widen as I stared up at him, hands still holding tightly on his muscular shoulders. “Sorry! Sorry.” He repeated as he bottomed out, forehead resting against mine as he seemed to catch his breath. “I just… I imagined your moans, but hearing them is a completely different thing altogether.”

The sentence had butterflies flying in my stomach and the reality of the situation suddenly hit me. I was lying in bed completely naked with a still fully clothed Chris Evans on top of me, and his cock was filling me in ways I’d never been filled before while he kept releasing these breathy little moans that had my heart skipping a beat every damn time my mind registered them.

“Good to know I’m not the only one who has been dreaming about this,” I settled for whispering in his ear before sucking on his earlobe, and a shiver passed through his body, making me giggle.

“Yeah,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me quickly before deciding to do it again. “But I’m even more glad that this is actually happening right now.” What could I add to this? I didn’t think there were any combination of words possible. So I resigned myself to feel it, memorize every single thing about this moment when Chris started to pull out only to push back in again. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered, and in that moment, I’d let him do anything to me, just as long as he kept fucking me like this.

His thrusts felt like waves washing over the shore, bringing the tide of desire higher and higher and I could feel it reaching the point where it all changed, the point where my life would turn upside down because I would know what it felt like to cum around Chris’ cock, and the anticipation was enough to have me writhing on the unmade sheets of the hotel bed.

“Shit,” Chris chuckled, and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with a soft look on his. “You’re unbelievable, sweetheart.” I could see the desire in his darkened pupils. I was sure it mirrored my own. “So beautiful, and you take my cock so well.”

Hearing him talk dirty was everything I’d always wished for, and I could feel myself getting even wetter around him, whines and whimpers escaping my chest as I held him closer to me.

“Fuck, I really wanna buy you a collar with my name on it. Make sure everyone knows I own you now.” The words, paired with the warmth of his breath had me clenching around him, and I fucking melted when I heard him meanly chuckle at my state - the state that he had caused me. “You want it too, huh?”

I really, really did. I’d never been one for external marks of possession, but something about this, about Chris and I, really had me going crazy for his proposal. Maybe because a part of me thought he would never want to admit this had ever happened. I thought he would try to deny it, and so to hear him wishing to boast about it… It really had me going crazy under him.

“Say it.” His voice cut through the haze, making me realize I was actually about to cum again. It took me a while to understand what it wanted, just enough to have him ordering again, in a tone of voice that made every single part of me tingle, “Say you want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

“I do. I want everyone to know I’m yours and only yours, Christopher.” I don’t know if it was the desperation in my tone, my use of his full name or the fact that I came again, but that finally had him losing the control of his movements, quickly pulling out of me and jerking himself off until his cum was painted all over my stomach.

For a second, it was only our labored breaths in the bedroom, staring at each other like we couldn’t believe this had really happened. “Still think I’m a kid?” I had to laugh, biting my lower lip while trying not to show that I actually was really nervous about his reaction now that we were done. But his eyes softened, a quick kiss deposited on my lips before he cradled me in his arms, cum and all, and answered, “You’ll always be my little girl. I just want to do some very adult stuff to you.”