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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff (?), kinda possessive flo (but not really), i love raffie so much

warning(s): mentions of alcohol, kinda possessive behavior, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.9k

request: you can find the request here

note: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, nonnie, but it's finally here, also the winner of the poll. I really hope you like it, I had so much fun writing it. I feel like the ending is kinda trash, but oh well whatever. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

You were trying to pay attention to what Raffie was saying, you really were, but you couldn't focus on her words with Florence's hot breath on your neck. 

“And then he just ghosted me,” she finished. “Can you believe he did that, Y/n?”

Hearing her calling out your name snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“I cannot believe he did that, Raffie,” you shook your head, trying to convince your best friend that you had been listening to her for the last five minutes. 

“He’s a dick,” Florence said behind you. 

You were sitting on her lap, her hands wrapped tightly around your waist, butterflies in your stomach. If it were up to you, you would be sitting next to her instead of on her, but she had made that call for you. 

In fact, ever since she had found out about your little crush on her, she became more touchy with you. And you had let her, something you shouldn't have done since it was frustrating because she only saw you as her little sister’s best friend. But you couldn’t deny her touch, after all those years of secretly yearning for it. Even though you knew she was just messing with you, you would allow it, you would allow it to mess with you even though it would just tear you apart. 

“Anyways,” Raffie continued, “a friend of his is having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you guys would come with me. As moral support?”

“Moral support? What for? He’s a douchebag, what could you possibly want with him?” you raised your brow at her. 

Raffie wasn’t the one to go after boys, boys usually went after her. So it was a surprise to hear from her that she wanted to look for the guy. 

“I just want to repay the favour,” she had a grin on her face. 

Of course, she would want revenge, that sounded more like her. 

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, “What are you up to, huh?”

“I promise I will tell you later if you come with me.”

“I don’t know, Raff. You know how I feel about parties.”

“Oh, come on,” you heard the blonde say behind you. “I’ll be there, we will have fun, we can get drunk and dance a little bit.”

“Flo, you know that I don’t like—”

“Pretty please, Y/n,” you looked at her over your shoulder, her green eyes locked on yours. “Please,” she whispered once more before leaving a sweet soft kiss on your bare shoulder. 

The simple action set your skin on fire. She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew exactly all the feelings she would burst inside you. Some part of you thought that maybe she was taking advantage of you, but honestly you couldn’t care less as long as you had her attention. 

You gulped before speaking up, “Fine,” you smiled at her. 

She had the biggest grin you had seen on her the entire day. She was going to be the death of you and you would gladly accept that fate as long as she was part of it. 

“Yay!” Raffie cheered, reminding you that she was still in the room. “Y/n, please let me do your makeup,” she said, not waiting for an answer and running up to her room. You rolled your eyes at your best friend even though she was long gone. 

You felt the hands around your torso getting tighter, and once again you remembered exactly where you were, sitting on Florence’s lap, your back against her chest, her breath on your neck. You wanted to tell her to stop, some part of you wanted to move away from her, but you just couldn’t find the strength in you to do something about it. 

“I bet Raffie is also looking for an outfit for you,” she mumbled, she had her head buried in the crook of your neck, her breath sending shivers up your spine. “And I bet you are going to look so hot in it,” your heart skipped a beat and you felt the blood rushing up to your cheeks when she left a small wet kiss on your neck. 

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to form some coherent thoughts, but your brain was too foggy to think properly, getting drunk on her scent and closeness. You hadn’t realised your breath had gotten heavier until Florence had pointed it out. 

“You okay, love?” she whispered in your ear. “Your breathing is uneven and your heart is beating pretty fast.” 

You knew she knew exactly why your body was acting up the way it was, she was just messing with you, as she usually did.  

“I um,” you found her eyes already looking at you, your brain was struggling to find words.

“You…?” she trailed off, singling for you to continue. 

“I was just, I um—”

“Y/n, what do you think about this skirt?” Raffie cut you off walking down the stairs. You let out the breath you were holding, glad that you didn’t have to answer her big sister. “I know what you're going to say: ‘Oh, but Raffie, it’s so short. I could never’,” she said in a high pitch, resembling your voice. 

“I don’t sound like that,” you gave her a death glare. 

“Yeah, you do. But whatever, just go and try this on, okay? You will look sexy,” she winked at you and handed you the clothes. 

“But Raffie the party doesn’t start until late at night,” you whined. 

“Late at night? Y/n, we have only three hours! Just go and get dressed,” she pulled you up and led you to her bedroom upstairs. “I’m going to buy some things for the party, Florence will stay with you, okay? I’ll be right back,” she blew you a kiss goodbye and closed the door behind her. 

While you were undressing yourself to try out the outfit Raffie had put together for you, you heard her saying goodbye to her sister downstairs and telling her to behave. You once again rolled your eyes at your best friend. She knew about your crush on her sister, you told her ever since you had realised that your feelings for the blonde had changed. She also knew how Florence would be around you, always touching you, flirting with you, or just staring at you. Raffie didn’t know if her sister was just playing around or actually meant all of those things, she never talked about you with her. Not that she hadn’t tried, she had, repatelly. But Florence would always shut down and change the subject. So she gave up a while ago. 

You had already put the skirt and the top Raffie had chosen for you, it was way more revealing than what you would normally wear. But you didn’t seem to mind it. You were looking at yourself in the mirror when you heard the door being opened behind you. 

“I knew you would look hot,” she stopped closer to where you were standing. “But then again, you always look hot.”

You watched her through the mirror, she had changed into a tight short black dress with some pink flowers on it. Your eyes trailed down to her legs, and you swallowed hard when you noticed how short the dress was. She noticed you were ogling her. 

“How do I look?” she smiled at you. 

“You look beautiful, Flo. You always do,” you whispered the last part, but Florence had already heard it. 

“If you don’t want to go to the party, we don’t have to, Y/n,” you watched as she got closer to you and placed her hands on your shoulder. 

“It’s okay, I want to,” you flashed her a smile. “I have a good feeling about this one.”

Which was true. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact that Florence was going to be there, the fact that Raffie was getting her ‘revenge’, or maybe you just felt comfortable in the clothes Raffie had picked for you, that you didn’t mind going to a stranger’s house and have a little bit of fun. 

“Well, that’s good,” she rested her chin on your shoulder, her arms wrapped around your waist, making your stomach turn. 

[...]

You were in the kitchen, trying to pour yourself a glass of water. You felt like you had already had too much alcohol, your head was spinning and the music was getting louder and louder. 

You had been dancing the whole night with Florence, and you had been right, you did have fun. But you were getting overwhelmed by all the people surrounding you.

Once you gulped down the water you felt a little bit better, and shook those feelings away. 

“Hey!”, you heard an unfamiliar voice calling behind you. 

Slowly, you turned around to see a boy standing in front of you. He appeared to be a few years older than you, and by the way he was standing you could tell he had one too many drinks as well.

“Everything’s good, I was just heading out actually,” you tried to walk away from him but he grabbed you from your wrist. 

“Hey, don’t run, we just met. I’m Dick,” he sounded nice, the soft grip on your wrist telling you he meant no harm. 

He noticed you were looking down at his hand, and quickly let go.

“Sorry,” he slurred, “You’re just really pretty,” you watched as his cheeks turned red.

“Sure,” you playfully rolled your eyes. 

“I’m serious,” he chuckled. “I didn’t catch your name, tho.”

“Oh, right, sorry. I’m Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he tried your name on his lips, liking the sound of it. 

Unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde was looking at the two of you chatting. She felt as her skin set on fire the closer he got to you and the more you would laugh at whatever he was saying. 

What could he possibly be saying that you would make you laugh so hard? Was he really that funny? There was no way he was that funny. She needed to do something about it. 

The truth was Florence also had a crush on you, as cliche as it sounded, falling for her little sister’s best friend. But how could she not when it was you who she fell for? You were just too cute, and caring, and compassionate, she felt like she might just explode by just looking at you. And she could not have you talking to some stupid, probably drunk, guy. She quickly made her way towards the two of you, determined to put an end to whatever that was.

“Oh, there you are, baby,” you heard a familiar voice saying and a familiar pair of lips kissing your left cheek. “Who’s this, love?”

“Um, this is Dick. Dick this is Florence…”

“Her girlfriend, and not just her friend who is a girl,” she winked at him. 

“What are you…?” you tried, but Dick’s voice got you off.

“Oh, shoot, I’m sorry. I just thought… I’m just going to leave,” Dick said, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. 

“What was that about?” you snapped at her. 

“I did you a favour, Y/n. He was no good,” she simply smiled at you. 

“You don’t get to do that, Florence. Not cool.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n.”

“No, I’m serious. Don’t pull that shit on me.”

“Or what?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Dead serious,” she said, trapping your body against the counter. 

Your heart skipped a beat by the sudden action, she was way too close. You could feel her breath on your lips. 

“Don’t you see it, Y/n?” she whispered, but loud enough for you to hear through the music. “You made me go crazy.”

“What?” 

“You're mine, Y/n. Mine,” and finally her soft warm lips met yours.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[rimunagenius]

Existing

pairing: Daryl x genneutral!reader

summary: Y/N realizes hiding their feelings is becoming far too much so their only solution is to distance themselves from Daryl. When Daryl confront Y/N, secrets are revealed and new bonds are created.

era: season 7 (Negan and saviors don’t exist, Glenn never died — that was purely to fuel my delusional brain that Glenn is happily living his life with Enid, Maggie, and Hershel (:)

words: i have no clue (sorry y’all….no im not.)

A/N: Whoo! This is officially my second Daryl x reader fic, and please please PLEASE if i slipped another pronoun like he or she, please comment or message me to correct me so i can fix it. Or if gender nuetral pronouns are wrong all together, correct me please i want to make sure it’s correct so no one feels singled out or misgendered on my page!! thank you sexies!! It’s a force of habit, i write a lot of fem!reader stuff on wattpad and stuff so thanks! Hope you enjoy, this might be shit bc it’s unedited or bc i just actually suck at writing 🥳

warnings: slight angst?? fluff

REQUESTS OR WTV THEYRE CALLED ON HERE, ARE OPEN!!

NOT MY GIF!!!

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It was known to everyone that you liked Daryl and that he liked you. There was definitely no hiding it. It was common knowledge to anyone in the community.

Everyone saw the way you looked at him with the utmost admiration. He was strong — mentally and physically — he always treated you with respect, nothing less. He was there whenever you needed him and he understood you and never judged you. He was perfect. How could you not look at him like he was the human embodiment of perfection.

Daryl was never one to reveal too much about himself. He never found it in himself to tell anyone his past, never wanted to say too much before they looked at him like he was someone else and not the Daryl they already knew. He wanted to be seen, not judged and listened to without being left out of fear or inferiority. He just wanted to finally fit in and not be seen as the ‘redneck trash asshole’ everyone already thought he was. He was never seen as anything less but a human with feelings who deserved a chance when it came to you. He always felt unconditionally loved — protected. He always felt seen with you, and he never felt like you were judging him like almost everyone else did. He was grateful that the end of the world gave him someone like you.

“Hey sunshine!” You tried your best to mimick his southern drawl as you patted his back, falling in rythym with Daryl’s steps alongside him.

He looked down at you, smirk prying at the corner of his lush lips, scoffing his usual scoff when it came to you. Always playful, never malicious. Even though he had many scrapes and bruises, which you have yet to notice on the man, he took his time getting to the infirmary if it meant he spent just a little time with you.

“Hey.” His face dropped any trace of amusement when he saw your face fall into a look of worry.

“Oh my god, Daryl! Your bleeding!” You immediately stood infront of him, halting his tracks as you examined his body for any more injuries. “C’mon, let’s go.” Grabbing his hand, you dragged him to Denise, grabbing the supplies to do it yourself while she tended to other victims of the difficult run. You were a nurse before the fall so you spent most of your time in Alexandria helping Denise. You actually had the supplies to aid everyone, instead of scrounging for makeshift supplies when you were on the road.

Grabbing gauze and disinfecting liquid, you cleaned his blood crusted scrapes, and managed to convince him to let you clean up his face. “Why are ya like this, Y/N?” He flinched as you reached to clean the cut above his brow. You scoffed at the man. You were flabbergasted as to why he was questioning your motives.

“Uh, because I care Daryl. I’m never not gonna care.” You looked at him as it was obvious. Because to you, and apparently everyone else but him, it was. You truly loved that man. You truly cared for him and wanted nothing but the absolute best for him. He looked at you like you were crazy for caring this much about a guy like him. “But why? I could’a done this myself. I don’ need yer’ help.” He didn’t wipe the look off his face. He was genuinely confused.

“You have protected all of us. Ever since Atlanta, the farm…You never stopped caring and protecting us. No one really batted an eye to you for it. But it’s about damn time someone starts taking care of you, and I plan on doing just that til’ the day I die, Dixon.” You gave him a warm smile as you placed a small kiss on his forehead as you continued to tend to his wounds.

He recalled that memory everytime he thought of you and your beautifully kind heart. He remembered the warm fuzzy feeling he had gotten when he looked into your eyes that night. He felt like he was lost and your beaming light, your smile, you…brought him where he always belonged. Home.

You both felt at home with eachother. Regardless if both of you were aware of the others feelings or not. Regardless if you both met someone, neither you or him, would dare spend your borrowed time apart. You needed him like he needed you. Even if it had been purely platonic, neither of you would care. You two were eachothers anchors, keeping the other grounded. You saved eachother. You weren’t letting eachother go until the both of you were dead.

Although the idea of the relationship being platonic and you willing to be okay with that under the right circumstances, you hated the idea of it now. You knew Daryl wasn’t seeing anybody, or atleast you had a good idea. He would’ve told you, or Carol, which would’ve inevitably circled back to you. ‘I am going to die on this ship. A captain never abandons her ship’ Carol always teased you about your little crush on Daryl. She was infact very shameless of the teasing. It only increased when she learned that the feelings were mutual.

But the constant feeling of butterflies, the blush pink rising in your cheeks significantly everytime he spoke to you or said your name the way he always did, the sudden loss for words whenever you tried to speak your mind was something you couldn’t take anymore. Telling Daryl was detrimental to your state of mind from here on out. He needed to know.

That was the problem though, you had been avoiding him for days after you decided to distance yourself from the archer because being around him, feeling the way you felt, was something that was unsettling to you. You knew he knew that you were avoiding him. He would walk in your direction and you’d quickly turn around in the other. It was getting easier to avoid him because you had memorized the days he told you he’d be gone on runs and doing handiwork around the community.

This however, wasn’t one of the easier times. You were wrapping your conversation up with Maggie and Glenn when you turned heel, on your way to your home. You didn’t make it far before you bumped into a broad chest that belonged to none other than him.

“Hey, what’s up with ya’? Why is my favorite girl avoidin’ me. Did I do somethin’. If I did, I’m so sorry sunshine.” Daryl was quick to apologize. For what? He couldn’t tell you. All he knew was that he wanted the cold shoulder you gave him to dissapear and be replaced with the warm love you both mutually shared. He couldn’t do that if you weren’t talking to him.

“Nothing. Excuse me.” You tried your best not to look him in the eyes and let loose all the feelings you wanted to scream into his face to make him understand that you truly, deeply loved him. You trudged up your pearly white steps into the beautiful home you, Rosita, and Tara shared.

You were only able to unlock the door and take one step into the home before you were met with his hand connecting to your forearm, stopping your movements completely. “Hey, you can talk ta’ me. Ya’ know I would never do nothin’ to hurt you, right? Look, Y/N. I’m sor-“

“Can you stop apologizing! You did nothing wrong, Daryl. Hell, you never do wrong,” Your voice faltered at the end, your head falling as you collected your breath and gained the courage to just come clean. You looked into your favorite blue eyes, your eyes already starting to fill with frustrated tears; some betraying you, already cascading down your face. “Daryl. I cannot keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending that we’re just friends because I don’t think we should be.”

“Wait—you don’ wanna be friends no more?” Daryl felt his heart break in two. He hoped he misread the situation and it was just your horrible delivery. He prayed the only person he loved with everything in him, wasn’t leaving him. He refused to be left. Not again.

“Not when everytime I look at you all I think about is what it’d be like to hold you in my arms every chance i get. To know what it’s like to kiss you because that’s all I think about. Being the first person you see when you wake up in the morning and the last person you talk to at night. I can’t be your friend when all I want is for us to be more than that, Daryl.” Your frustrated tears were showing no mercy as you tried so hard not to cry infront of him. You didn’t want to make him feel bad into giving into what you wanted. The last thing you wanted was make him do something he didn’t want to. That’d hurt you more.

“Y/N-“ Daryl was ready to commit. He was ready, for you. He wanted this just as much as you did. He didn’t get to deliver his confession before you cut him off, wanting to get it all over and done with.

“No, Daryl. I can’t. I can’t think without you. It’s like my whole body relies on you. My whole damn life is you, I literally can’t breathe because i’m waiting for you. Hoping and waiting til’ the day you come to me and tell me you want me forver. You own me, Daryl. You control me. I belong to you.” There was no running now. You had just said everything you could ever say the best you could. You just hoped it was enough. Maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way too. Your chest heiving in big waves as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t realize telling him how you felt took all the breath out of your lungs. Your words so powerful they left you breathless.

You were embarassed. You told him how you felt and as you spoke his expression, the look on his face, honestly terrified you. You weren’t gonna take it back beacuse you meant every word. You’d wait. No matter how long it took.

He wasted no more than a second to step foward, your chests almost touching. He wanted you to hear him. He wanted you to see him. When he talked, you always listened; he rarely talked because you usually did all the talking but he never minded it. He could listen to you all day long. Now, it was his turn and he’d be damned if he wasted probably the only chance he would ever get to tell you how much he loved you.

“You own me! You control me, I belong to you. I love you, Im in love with you, yer’ the love of my life. My every feelin’ is controlled by the look on yer’ face. I can’t breathe without ya’. I can’t sleep without ya’. I wait for ya’, I watch for ya’. Goddamit — I fuckin’ exist for you, Y/N.”

Both of you didn’t know what to say. You had both stood there screaming your feelings in the others face and now…neither of you had anything to say. You stood there, searching eachothers eyes, face, and body as you waited for the other to speak.

“So…that’s it?” You broke the silence as you looked up at the man. He didn’t know what to do other than look into your eyes. He slipped his hand into yours, slowly entangling your fingers as your lips curled up due to the gesture.

“I guess it is. What d’ya say we go wash up and you can be the last person I talk to before I go to sleep at night?” He swiped a piece of your hair behind your ear, and gave you a genuine smile. This was new. Well, not new but he rarely did this, even when you guys were together hanging out. You hid your face in your hands, the embarrassment blush creeping into your cheeks.

“Shut up.” You mumbled. “Nah. Ya’ asked for this.” He replied as he pulled your hands away from your face. You put up a fight, not ready to face the man with your cheeks being extra blushed. “C’mon. Where’s my pretty girl?” You felt weak in the knees as you looked up at him and pressed a soft, warm kiss to his lips.

“Theres my sunshine.” His smile now faltering to a smirk. He grabbed your hand and led you up the stairs into your room.

You both didn’t expect the outcome of tonight. The whole admitting your feelings, yelling in eachothers face to get them to understand that you loved them so fiercely you were willing to scream it at them, to hell with whoever eavesdropped. You both didn’t care who heard you that night. All that mattered was that you and Daryl now had eachother. Forever. That’s all that mattered.

“Do you think they saw us?” Tara looked down to the relaxed girl splayed on her lap.

“No I don’t think so. But I didn’t think Dixon had the balls to admit that to Y/N. Go him.” She laughed breathlessly as she took another swig of her wine.

“Ok because that would’ve been super awkward. Atleast we all don’t have to vomit in our mouths anymore after seeing how freaking clueless they were of eachothers feelings.” Tara looked up the stairs hearing the door close, and shower starting to run as she settled and finished her glass along with her friend.

“Dibs on telling Carol first!” Rosita shot up from her spot on Tara’s lap as she bolted out the back door, opening the gate to Carol and Ricks yard, bursting through the doors ready to tell the woman the news. Tara yelling incoherent curses as she didn’t make it in time behind Rosita to beat her to it. Their door slamming, echoing through the house and into the bathroom you and Daryl currently occupied.

“What was that?” Daryl asked as he looked down at you, your eyes closed as you washed the soap from your hair as he admired you doing it.

“I don’t know I think Rosita or Tara just got home. They’ll probably go straight to bed so we’re good until tomorrow.” Switching with Daryl, you scrubbed the soap in his hair out as the water washed the suds of his built frame.

You both continued your shower, totally unaware of the teasing you’d both receive for ‘finally making it official, Rick’s words not yours.

I guess you both would have to wait til the morning after you’ve woken up from the most blissful sleep you’d have in months before your friends had free reign. All that mattered was that you and yours were finally happy, with no more secrets. Just simply existing for the other, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ronithesnail]

Im a bit late but i finally finished my piece for @full-of-roman-angst-trash fic “Wounded Even by Happiness” as part of the TSS Big Bang @tss-storytime

(Unedited version under cut)

[wooyoungisbaby]

@baldyeosang tagged me to pick my top 5 fave characters of all time and make a poll with them. im nERVOUS these are my babies!!! yes even griffith dont @ me i have terrible taste in blorbos (´◡`)

Choosing was HARD!! i have many blorbos i love so much, and i've been in untold amounts of fandoms. i had to limit myself to one blorbo per franchise, or this would have been just five black butler characters, no joke.

@ @loyle-trash @sillyspero @sxcret-garden @halavibe @hongjoongsgoat

@vesvosmozhno @wisteria-daydreamer @ubernoona @sourkimchi @haahka

@hwakakeri @xpi-x-elx @coffee-addict-kitten @beenbaanbuun :) no pressure though ofc

Btw no one asked but here's my unedited list (in no particular order) which does Nothing to disprove my being a giant weeb

ciel, grell, madam red, sebastian, snake, violet, undertaker, alois (black butler) magnus bane (shadowhunters) kira (bleach) usopp, rocinante, luffy, law (one piece) buffy (btvs) essek, jester, caleb (critical role) bertholt, levi (snk) grunkle stan (gravity falls) tom lucitor (svtfoe) lance, shiro (vld) lucio (the arcana) griffith (berserk)

[my-love-of-books]

im tired but I felt like writing so here, an unedited, probably trash, little blurb abt Peter Pan bc y not. Hope you enjoy and have a good day / night.

I try to think of anything, anything at all, my chapped lips, the cold, crisp air, the soft blanket that was just a tad to small to fit over my whole body; anything but the memory of my parents yelling and screaming. I had dropped a plate I knew what would happen the second I herd the glass shatter into small pieces.

I crawl to the other side of the bed to look at the moon, it always calms me to see such a beautiful thing in suspension above the sky, but when I get there, there is nothing... nothing at all. No moon, no stars. The night sky is full of black darkness. My eyes start to water, I think I see a flash of something but it was probably just my imagination.

I pull out my phone and try to listen to music but as soon as I do so my battery dies. "What am I supposed to distract myself with now?" I think aloud as tears start to roll down my face.

"Are you okay?" I boy, about my age says as he floats outside my window. "I... uh..." I sniffle and clear my throat "I'm fine" I finally choke out. The boy's face softens, a sweet smile joining it. "I'm kinda bored. Would you like to talk for a while?" "How are you... ya'know... doing... that." "What? Flying?" His smile morphs into a smirk "Would you like me to show you?"

"Well when you put it that way, yes, I suppose I am. As for my name, Peter, Peter Pan."

I'm completely baffled, my eyebrows raise. "I don't even know your name and you're asking me if I'd like to risk certain death with you?" The boy let's out a chuckle, his forest green eyes seem to sparkle for no other reason except for because of his pure joy.

[undeadhorse]

long rambling unedited vent

i feel cheated. monster hunter wilds is the bizarre mess of a 'game' that feels like the games i love robbed of the things i played them for. it constantly and aggressively takes control away from the player or steers or handholds to 'streamline' the experience and sand off the edges. the result being that most of the time it feels like im fighting to actually control my character. it feels like the game is trying to play itself. its constantly trying to do things for me. and even the combat suffers. so many of the ways you can miss or make mistakes with weapons are sanded away. it feels like all i have to do is push my stick towards the monster and mash attacks and itll work out. whenever you attack the game makes micro adjustments to your footing and position and angle/direction so that your character moves during and in between attacks towards wherever the movement stick is pointing. i dont have to think about positioning and i dont get locked into animations. any mistake i make in spacing/positioninh can be ironed out by pushing the stick towards the monster. i hate it. i want to fail and struggle. i want to learn. i want to feel precise specific responses from the inputs i press that have consequences. not this... squishy sludge. it always feels like im moving through mud. it feels bizarre and hollow. it feels like what im doing doesnt matter. it doesnt feel precise and consequence driven. it feels like im being protected from making mistakes by the guiding hand of the game. it makes any success feel meaningless and not earned.

i feel stupid and devastated. because i feel almost certain that im the odd one out. and if i dont somehow figure out how to enjoy the game im going to be left out. and i wanted so badly to play this with my girlfriend and for it to be a bonding experience with her. ive been looking forward to this for months.

but now i just feel like... the same way being a trans woman in a cis world feels. or the same as like... it feels to not want high fidelity AAA jerk off graphics. or to not want to use facebook or tiktok or twitter or instagram. or to not want mtg to become the fortnite of tcg.

it just feels like another money driven wide appeal thing where im a freak for not wanting what theyre selling. idk how to fully explain this feeling.

i feel lost and frustrated and embarrassed for not being able to enjoy mh wilds.

its like the one time i really wish i wasnt the outlier and the freak. i spent my whole life being the outlier and the freak and i embraced it.

but i spent all year playing monster hunter with my girlfriend and i feel really attached and connected to this series. only to find out its not like. mh6 isnt for me. its not for the long term fans.

i dont know who the hell it is for.

im not even talking about the graphical/optimisation issues aka the total lack of optimisation aka they built the game so it looks like filthy mud and vaseline on anything but the best PCs aka theyre fucking gatekeeping anyone who doesnt have a top of the line PC

like i have a good pc. i have put thousands of dollars into upgrading and maintaining it. i have the reccommended specs. but the game looks like trash unless i lock the frames at 30. even then its blurry and often looks just. ugly and strange. it looks tolerable. it looks nothing like whats advertised.

i feel like i could go on. i feel like i could complain about the terrain feeling muddy just to move on, the waypoints, the seikret automoving, the horrible autoaim on the slinger, and more. but it wouldnt make me feel any better.

im usually really good at avoiding this kind of disappointment and not setting my hopes too high. this is a very strange case. im not sure what to do.

the game costs over $100 too in aud so idk. i feel like i should go fuck myself.

actual conclusion: im just not going to buy it. maybe in like 2 years or something when its discounted severely but. it feels like a waste of money right now.

at least theres still a bunch of other games i know ill enjoy that i can bond with my girlfriend over. thats the bit that fucks me up the most. i wanted to play this with her. and now i dont want to play it at all. i was looking forward to having a beautiful gay experience playing through it with her. just like we've done with mhdos, mhtri, mhworld and mhrise. world and rise had issues but... idk. wilds feels like all the worst parts of rise and world turned up to 11.

idk im done rambling. i wish this felt more cathartic. i wish i didnt feel like a fool.

[hiddlemethis]

it's so dumb too like i've been feeling really out of sorts socially too lately, like i have never been...mmm socially adept. and i saw some text post about always feeling the need to perform around people and it was a lightbulb moment bc i have never just....given someone an unedited version of myself. i hide parts of myself from my family, i hide parts of myself from my online friends, i hide my online life from my RL friends, i am constantly editing myself bc i feel like all of me all at once is overwhelming or that i will be judged on one aspect of myself and deemed unworthy when im sure i can find something in my trash heap of a mind that you will like! lmao just -frantically digs in the junk pile for a personality you find appealing- it's SO EXHAUSTING and i always end up feeling like something's wrong with me when i come out of a social event feeling like i went a few rounds with mike tyson. i live so much in my head that i feel like i can't possibly be normal, other people definitely have quieter minds? or maybe this constant chatter is literally how everyone's brain works and something's wrong with me bc i can't cope with that.

and then im like trying to remember how i describe all these feelings in case i ever get through my social anxiety to contact a therapist. bc i just have this rose-colored hope that if i can explain myself well enough everything will be all better and i'll live happily ever after.

[multifics99]

Ahhhh this post got so many notes! Here’s an unedited excerpt from the merman!san fic im working on

it was any normal day for you at work out in the middle of the ocean on a boat, testing the parameters of the water to figure out why all the coral is dying off. It honestly seemed like frivolous work to you because you already knew, too many assholes in the world polluting the ocean. Nevertheless you had to follow the standard procedures of the lab. You zipped up your wetsuit and started getting into the water to collect your samples, arguably it didn’t have to be done this way but you also just wanted to snorkel for a bit too. As you swam over the reef you saw all the typical species you always did, but they never ceased to amaze you. The different colors and shapes of the sea life is what drew you to this job in the first place. Now if the coral was all alive and not mostly dying it’d look perfect. You collected your samples while you swam and once you had what you needed you made your way back to the boat.

“How are the reefs looking today?” Your boat partner Yunho asked as you climbed back up onto the boat. “Sad and lifeless” you replied.

“Well” he sighed, “that is why we’re out here.” You handed him the samples, “here go set these up and I’ll come supervise you in a minute when I get this suit off.” Yunho groaned, “I really don’t think I need to be supervised anymore.”

“Sorry but you’re the intern and I’m the biologist.” You said as you threw your wetsuit to the side. Yunho walked over to the testing kit and began to pull things out, “don’t forget” he said “just last year we were sitting in the same classes together” you came up to the kit with him to watch him set up. “And then I graduated early”

It was true, you had gotten your masters degree a year early. You were always a good student and you were eager to start working so you spent many sleepless night studying and taking more classes than you could probably handle in one semester. It was worth it though because now you worked for your top choice laboratory and you were able to score your best friend an internship.

“Alrighty” yunho said as he started dipping the testing strips, “let’s see what we’re working with here” after waiting some minutes for the results it seemed that the water parameters were decently normal, very mild traces of chemicals used for fishing but that was almost anywhere in the water. These didn’t explain what was happening to the coral on the reef though. “Huh” you grumbled “the only other explanation is that this is a harvesting site for aquarium shops and hobbyists.”

“It’s kinda far out from town though”

“Well usually when people are doing something illegal they don’t wanna get caught” yunho simply nodded his head in agreement. You two had started to pack up and were about to get ready to head back to shore when a loud thud came from the opposite side of the boat. You both shot your head up in shock and scrambled to see what it was. If it was some sort of large dead animal or large piece of trash it was something to be investigated. Neither of you were prepared for what was in the water. Instead of an animal or trash it was a man. He was unconscious and floating on some sort of life preserver.

“Jesus Christ!” You exclaimed, “Yunho we have to help him!”

“Shit, fuck, holy shit!” Yunho shouted as you two leaned over just far enough to grab the man and haul him over onto the boat. Once you two had managed to make sure he was safe and still alive you finally noticed he was completely nude. “Yunho…” you trailed off as you simply pointed at the man’s naked form. “God, I-i have another pair of shorts” while yunho scrambled to find some clothes the man started to wake up.

“Hmm” you heard him mumble as his eyes slowly fluttered open. He barely even coughed, as if he hadn’t almost drowned. He slowly sat himself up, but he seemed wobbly, so you rushed to his side to hold him up a little. He spit out a little bit of water before finally taking a good look as his surroundings. Yunho came back with the shorts and you reached out for them and set them in the stranger’s lap. The stranger looked at you, up and yunho and then back at you.

“H-hello” you stuttered. You took in the sight of him. He seemed to be average height, and he had nice sort of glow to his skin. You noticed very quickly that he had a very athletic physique. What stood out the most about him though was his hair, it was a bright teal.

He looked back at you now, his facial expression riddled with confusion.

“Hello?” He replied, but it sounded like a question. “Are you okay?” You asked, not daring to allow your voice to raise above an audible whisper. “I, uhmmm, I mean…” he was clearly very disoriented. You lightly grabbed his arm and helped him stand up, him still holding the shorts over his lap. You pointed to the garment, “you can, uhm, you can put those on.” He silently nodded his head as he slipped the shorts on. Yunho was much taller than him though so he still had to hold the shorts up with his hand to keep them on. It was better than nothing for the time being. All three of you just stared at each other now, the strange man utterly confused, and you and Yunho having no idea where to go from here.

“Uhmm, so what’s your name?” Yunho asked. The man stayed silent for a few more seconds though, possibly trying to process the question. You made a mental note to not let him fall asleep in case he might be concussed. “It’s..San” he finally muttered out. You cleared your throat, “okay San, we understand you’re not in a great condition right now, we’re going to take you back to shore to check you out, right now what i need you to do is sit down and relax.” San just nodded his head and went to sit in a seat on the boat. Before he got too comfortable though you said “oh and don’t fall asleep we don’t know if you have a concussion.” Once again he nodded and just turned his head to look out onto the water instead

okay hear me out....merman San...

you're a marine biologist who's out working on a boat with your lab partner Yunho when you hear something hit the side of the boat only to find, a man. It looks like he was lost at sea, you take him in but as you learn more about him the more odd he seems. He says he got lost swimming with friends. Way out there? He has no phone number to contact anyone, and as weeks go by with him staying in your home his blue hair doesn't grow any roots. Who is this strange yet beautiful man?

[thotantics]

✦ genre — drabble, pwp, smut, jk/fem reader, established relationship

✗ warnings  — pegging, noona kink, cumming too soon, jeongguk is subby, and whiny, and needy, and a very good boy

✎ words — 1k

[A/N] i havent posted anything original here in approximately 1,000 millennia IM SO SORRY IM LIKE THIS but something literally possessed me today and this just? came out. :| all on it's own. so i figured i'd just fucken share it since all my other wip's are multi-chaptered and ive hit a wall with them flskjdf enjoy!! 🤙

~

You can see him in the mirror. As with seemingly everything he attempts, he's doing so well with this exciting new endeavor of his. He'd been watching it in porn actively after stumbling across it, long before you ever met. He was shy about it, unsure, a little embarrassed. The sex had always been good and experimental, fun, mutual. He was so good at everything, there was nothing you weren't willing to try. But you had to admit, the very idea of watching him squirm for you like this had been immediately appealing when the subject was first breached.

"You love this." You cooed down to him, watching his expression change, the smile lifting one corner of his lips into a boyish smirk, eyes still shut in bliss. Your left hand smooths down his back, slick with sweat already, his muscles tense and twitching at the touch until you're gripping him by his left cheek, tense and firm, and you squeeze.

"Don't you?" You ask him softly. You need to hear it. He's done so well, but you have to hear it. Gently, your hips shift. It isn't a motion your body is immediately familiar with, so you're gentle to start, and the smirk drops from his lips on a ragged gasp, brows knitting, and he drops his chin down to his chest as he replies.

"Fuck yes, don't stop...it feels so good inside me, noona!"

Smiling brightly at his bowed reflection in the full-length mirror by the closet, your eyes then flicker down to where the adorable little pink dildo fit into the contraption around your hips was sitting snug inside Jeongguk's ass. He'd taken the 5 inch sparkly thing so well, lubed up and clenching, even though he blushed the entire time and couldn't stop moaning or laughing as you prepped him for it. Lots of kisses. Lots of fingers and tongue and whimpers and whines.

You reach around his hip with your right hand and find his cock, twitching hard in your grip as you lean into him with your pelvis, pressing deep as you can get. He gasps again and his eyes shoot open and meet yours in the mirror.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum!" It's almost comical, the look of shock on his face as he declares this, and you giggle and squeeze with both hands now, a fist full of his ass in one and his leaking cock in the other.

"Cum when you wanna." You tell him, "This is for you, baby."

"You haven't even fucked me properly," He's blushing again, keeping himself up on one hand and using his right to drag yours away from his cock, twitching with sensitivity, "I don't want to cum yet."

Your lips find his pulse as you lean over him, kissing and soothing and tasting across his skin to the back of his neck, the hard pane of muscles that bunch between his shoulder blades, bending and kissing low down his spine as you can reach without pulling your hips away from the way you're pressed so snug against him.

"We can make it last long as you want." You assure him, "I love this, too."

"Really?" A fleeting smile, one he hides by ducking his head again, but he's so cute on his hands and knees like this that you could go for hours, if he wanted you to. Instead, he's hopeful and embarrassed at the same time as he asks you, "Can you fuck me, noona? Slow...I want to feel you move inside me so bad, but I don't want to cum yet..."

"Anything, baby," You coo, hands smoothing down his back until you can grip his tiny waist, eyes flaring at the way he's built so perfect for something like this - for holding, and stroking, and pleasing. "You're so good for me, Jeongguk. I'll give you anything you want."

Slowly, you find a rhythm working the strap-on into your boyfriend. It's a little bit awkward, the jerky movements of you both as he's a bit resistant and you're both a little fearful, but there was never any pain. Never any gasps of discomfort. Only a pleasant stretch and an even pleasanter fullness, followed by the most pleasant friction of all. You know it well, your body finds it easily after the first couple of fumbled strokes, but it's there between you, as ever, simple and new and exciting and so, so good.

You're still going slowly, however, as requested, testing different angles, leaning back a bit or draping over his sweaty back to kiss his cheek and his neck, but he's beginning to squirm under you more and more, so you keep your spine straight and you lean with your hips, and hold tight to his slick skin, fingers digging into his shoulders to keep him still, keep him against you while you fuck the pink dildo into him.

"Harder," Jeongguk pleads, "I can take it, I want it, please please plea-oh, fuck! Fuck!"

Your hips snap quicker mid sentence to give him what he wants and yet again, his eyes fly open and briefly meet your own in the mirror before he's trailing them all over the scene - watching you watch him, watching his cock bob under him, spilling cum on the sheets, your body thrusting and grinding and slapping against his ass. He arches his back and takes it in deeper, and his eyes squeeze shut as he cums way sooner than what he wanted to.

"Fuck." He curses, annoyed for a moment before you pet his back with a laugh and he lets himself smile ruefully.

"We can always do it again." You remind him, "Anytime, baby."

"Really?" He winces as you slip the toy free from his hole, and you tumble to the bed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and kisses. "You don't mind?" He asks, to be sure.

"I liked it a lot." You assure him easily, "It turned me on even more than I thought."

"Oh yeah?" His hand dips down to the toy, fingers skimming past the strap that tucks under you and feels the wetness pooling there. He hums appreciatively, lips on your neck, "Maybe we can try another position next time." He muses.

"Like what?" You smile, letting him push you over onto your back and his hips part your thighs to make room for his body, all hard, bulky muscles and after-tremors from his sudden, intense release moments ago.

He sits back on his heels and, with your strap bobbing in the air, shoves your legs back to expose your sex. His cock is only half hard but it's enough that, coupled with your slickness, he presses inside of you easily.

"Like this," He grins down at you. "I want you to fuck me like this next time." He pulls your thighs until you're settled hard against him and he fucks you with the dildo bobbing between you, laughing, his hand gripping it and anchoring himself to slam into you harder and deeper, just the way he wants you to do to him next time.

[feralquirks]

hey

@aviden

*bends down on one knee*

*offers a candy ring pop*

be my kizuna exclusive

[early-sxnsets]

Like A Rom-Com

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16917009

Word Count: 9363

Summary: Baz Pitch doesn't think he'll ever get to love Simon Snow the way he wants to. A trope-filled weekend proves otherwise.

Carry On Countdown Day 14: Cliché

Of all places I thought I'd ever find myself, sitting on a train beside Simon Snow on a Thursday night is not exactly at the top of my list

There's plenty of more seemingly plausible situations I could be in. For example, a ditch, or in the middle of Mumbai without my mobile and only one shoe. Or, better yet, the goddamn moon. But, no, I’m in a seat beside him, our three-days worth of overnight bags tucked up into the slots above us as we sit in complete and utter silence.

I didn't even get the window seat. He took it first, and despite my protests, he told me to “Suck it”, then sat there.

I'm starting to wonder why I got myself into this. Why I asked Simon Snow of all people to do this. We aren't even fond of each other’s presence (well, on the surface; dare I admit further). Yet, with all our past squabbling aside, here we are. About to spend a whole convention under a façade of a relationship purely as a ploy for money. Theoretically, I should feel disgusted over my actions, but instead I’m a tad proud of how easy it was to get Snow to cave and help me. All it took was telling him the event would include a free banquet, then suddenly he was all there for it.

“I don't see why you wanted me to come, though,” he'd brought up on the platform, wearing his dark green bomber jacket. “I mean, of all other student leaders, you really thought of me?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and turning my head towards the wind. “Don't flatter your capabilities, Snow. You're simply a pretty face to look at, andyou're incredibly sociable.”

“Sociable, am I?” he grinned, nudging me with his elbow, making my head snap towards him and throwing him a somewhat convincing look of disgust.

“To those who don't find you undyingly insufferable, sadly, yes.”

I'm surprised at how hard it is to really insult him. Sure, we’re at each other's throats all the time during charity events and whatnot. Supposed to promote positivity and show up as the student leaders of the school, but I may have once tripped him and sent him flying into a plate of cocktail shrimp (give it to him to somehow make that charming, though). Once, he took the piss to ask me how I got to my positions of power by just buying everyone else off the council.

I'll give it to him, people like him. That's why I've got him sitting beside me on this rattling train instead of anyone else on campus, but he seems to dismiss any mere hint of hard work. It must sound foreign to him, to have to work towards a place of respect.

People fear me. They always have. But I don't get here out of fear, I get here out of work built from furthering that fear into respect. Goddamn full time job.

“So,” he pipes up, yanking his earbud out as his head swivels to face me. “What do I have to do exactly ?”

“Look pretty. Smile and nod, make people care about us. At least, during the banquet and the aftermath. Feel free to be as aloof as you usually are for the rest of the conference--sleep in the hotel room, for all I care.”

He twists the cords to the earbuds, eyes casting downwards before rising back up to me. “What conference is it, again?”

I can't help but roll my eyes at him. It isn't like I explained twice already. “Social Awareness and Activism.”

He nods, letting it process before his face contorts into a frown. “Hey, wait! Why wasn't I invited, then?”

“Because” I begin, not even giving him the satisfaction of my gaze as I stare ahead. “You're student council. I lead the Gender and Sexualities Association and lest you forget, I run the Diversities office.”

He lets that one slide, because he knows he definitely doesn't have me beat in this one. Student Council pricks usually have such an air of superiority over us. Arseholes.

“That's why you asked me to be your fake date…” he says, absolutely more to himself, but still making me scoff as loudly as I physically can.

“Dear god, please tell me you did not just now figure out I'm gay,” I mumble, my head falling into my hand as my fingers pinch my bridge. My head turns to a completely oblivious Snow shrugging at me. “What, a closet full of florals and the rainbow pin on my satchel never gave it away?”

“I… I don't like to assume…” he shrugs, looking back out the window before turning back to me quickly. “It's all fine, by the way!”

“Wow, I'm absolutely delighted that you give me your blessing to be queer,” I monotone, staring at him. It does matter, though. Just a bit, but it does.

That properly shuts him up.

The rest of the ride starts off awkward, but eventually he falls asleep, arms crossed over his chest as his mouth gapes open. He breathes with his mouth, like some dog.

In all honesty, I wish I wasn't in love with him. It's so ridiculously unfortunate that it came to this mess being the one I long after. Granted, he's ridiculously handsome in that nearly crossline between rugged and ‘Perfect Man’ way. He obviously forgets to shave regularly, but his stubble comes out a soft blonde (like right now). He's got knick scars over his hands, injury marks from years of use, and lasting muscles to prove it. His hair always seems a mess, but in the most innocent of ways. It always seems so soft, so thick.

He's one of those straight guys you hate to love. The kind that you had a class or two with, but never spoke to; the kind you see on campus with his girlfriend at his arm. Or, used to. Heard that's history.

I steal a long look at him, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. I hope it's history.

Maybe this will be like one of those cliché rom-coms where he warms up to me over a weekend of exposure and suddenly, he figures out he's loved me too this entire time, he just wasn't ready to come to terms with it.

With a groan, his head turns in his sleep and faces towards the window. With that, his neck shows on full display, revealing that little mole, right below his ear, that I've had on mind since I noticed it. I map it out with my eyes, cheeks flushing in the slightest as my mind runs over what I'd do if I just had the opportunity…

The train screeches to a stop, pulling into the last station from ours.

Brilliant.

My hand rests against Snow's forearm, resisting the urge to curl around his bicep as I give him a jostle. “Snow,” I start gently before clearing my throat and saying “Snow” clearly. He jerks aware, eyes flying open and glancing around before landing on my face. I feel him relax underneath me. I'm still holding his arm.

“Nearly there?” he groans groggily, eyes drooping closed again.

“Sort of,” I say without my usual bite, stretching my arms. “maybe 10 minutes more, 15.”

He just gives me a nod, eyes running over the cabin as he yawns. “Do we have anything to do tonight?”

I shake my head as I pack away my (untouched) book. “No.” I punctuate it with the snap of my satchel pocket. “We check into the hotel, and I have to check in with the coordinator. I have a half an hour introduction, then I'm free.”

“I could go to the introduction with you,” he offers, no hints of hesitation in his voice. Throws me off a bit.

“You don't need to.” I don't tell him no. I don't have to. I don't want to.

“I want to,” he says bluntly, throwing me for a fucking curveball. I gape at him shamelessly for a second before he finishes it (with a little delay), “I mean, it'll make our couple play a lot more believable, right?”

Sure. That. “You're not wrong,” I relent, standing as the wheels squeal against the harsh metal. I steady myself against a seat as the train pulls into the station, reaching for the bags and settling them down wordlessly. Simon takes his cue and grabs his own, following me as I wheel it off towards the exit.

“We'll need to get a cab,” I say, awkwardly patting for my phone as we follow the exit signs within the station. “Hotel's not far, it's just that I'm not too keen on a half an hour walk right now.”

Leave it to Snow to flag a cab in less than three minutes. All it takes is for him to flash his gorgeous smile and one comes to a halt right in front of us.

After tossing our bags in the boot, I glance up to see Snow, holding the door with gentlemanly grace and an unmistakably friendly grin. “Come on, then,” he urges, trying to wave me inside.

Leave it to Snow to make my heart skip a beat.

The ride there is awfully brief, but I tip the driver generously, sliding out and hurriedly drawing our belongings out before taking a silent second to myself. This is fine. Everything will be fine.

Everything would be fine if Snow stopped staring at me as if I were bonkers.

“What?” I snap, crinkling my nose in his direction.

“I… it’s just…” he stutters back, eyes shooting wide as he searches for an answer. “you look… like you're thinking about something. That's all.”

I tame my expression back, inhaling sharply before pushing past with my suitcase dragging behind me. “Piss off.” That's all I really manage, a halfhearted ‘piss off’.

For the first time today, I feel like this truly might’ve been a mistake.

The inside lobby’s quite nice; reminds me a little too much of my dining room at home, with the chandelier and all, but it's welcoming.

“Double room under Pitch,” I tell the concierge, fingers drumming rhythmically against the marble countertop. My eyes drift, looking up and around but never forward. Not until the typing stops and I’m greeted with a friendly grin as the room key cards slide across towards me.

“You're room 1124, continental breakfast runs from 6-10, and your checkout time is Sunday at noon. Any questions?”

“No,” I say quickly, pocketing the cards and nodding my head as I thank her before making a b-line towards the elevators. Luckily, Snow seems to know when to shut up.

Unluckily, maybe I should've spoken up earlier.

“A double bed,” I breathe, staring at the single queen sized bed against the wall. “Not… a double room…”

I feel Snow’s eyes turn towards me from over my shoulder as I flush a deep red, groaning and running a hand through my hair to push it back (despite the fact that I slick it).

“I… can sleep on the couch?”

“For three nights? Nonsense; you’ll kill your back, then I’ll have to listen to you complain the whole trip back.”

“Then what do you suppose we do?”

Shit. Maybe I am getting my terrible rom-com. “The beds large enough to share…”

I watch as he steps into the room, his bag dropping beside the dresser as his hand smooths against the sheet. “Suppose I'm fine with that, so long as you are too?”

Fine? With sharing the bed with most likely the most attractive man I’ve ever met? “It's bearable.”

With a nod, he stands back up and stretches. “I take the left side,” he calls out, strolling in front of me and into the bathroom, closing himself inside and leaving me motionless at the doorway. This cannot be happening. I refuse to believe that this, this very event is occurring. If it wasn’t strange enough to be going on a trip and acting in a fake relationship with Snow, it’s even worse that I’m sharing a bed with him.

I feel like it’s only a second between when he closes the door before stepping back out. As he comes back into view, he’s wiping his hands on a hand towel and looking at me like I grew a second head. “What’re you still doing there?” he asks, frowning a tad. I want to wipe the look clean off his face.

“I’m… nothing. Thinking.”

He grins at me with all his teeth, like a fucking sunbeam. “Well, stop that. Don’t you have an introductory session to get to?”

I snap out of my daze, blinking rapidly before settling my belongings inside. “Are you sure you want to come?” I ask, fixing my hair in the mirror as I send side-eyed glances at him. “You don’t have to…”

“I think it’d be best if I do.” He stretches in the middle of the room, cracking his back before jumping (why do straight men do that?)

I can’t help but roll my eyes and grab my key card, thumb running over the back as I send bored glances at him. “Can we leave yet?”

He nods, bounding out the door in front of me and bouncing down the hall.

As we exit the elevator, I feel something press against my lower back. At a glance, I realize that it’s Snow’s hand, settling against my shirt and giving off the clear implication that there is something definitely between us. Clever, but heartstopping.

He keeps it there as I sign in, following me to the conference room and settling in the seat beside me with his arm resting delicately around my shoulders. It’s nearly too overwhelming; the proximity, the publicness. I’d assumed, when I invited him, that it’d simply be a one-night show we’d put on. Go through dinner, act cordial enough to seem like we’re a plausible couple, then remain in a state of disdain and turbulence until we both graduate and proceed to never see each other again.

I had not considered, though, that he’d go above and beyond in this ‘fake relationship’ business. Especially not to the point where he is now with a hand settled against the back of my head, threading in between strands of my hair. I send him a look, eyebrows knit together as I try to read whatever’s on his face.

It’s like his handwriting; unreadable.

Another thing I had not considered, though, was the possibility that Penelope Bunce would be at this event too.

I don’t think Simon thought so either, because the moment we both spot her, his hand yanks out of my hair and he sits bolt upright. As if he was caught with his tongue down my throat (I’m allowed to have fantasies).

She’s rushing over, face riddled with confusion and a tad amount of amusement. Her mouth opens to say something as she stops, hands on her hips, but Simon’s already cutting her off.

“I didn’t know you’d be here!” he calls innocently, eyes wide and puppy-like, almost like Bunce is his mother or something.

“Of course I’m here; I told you I was going to a conference this weekend, Simon.” Her eyes flick between us before she laughs. “Holy fuck, how did Inot see this? Si, you could’ve just told me you two--”

“What? N--” he stops himself, flinching in his spot before shooting up to stand. “Let’s, uh, find somewhere else to talk.”

The expressions coming from Bunce’s face are priceless, especially the way she gapes as she’s pulled away, head turned towards me as I wave goodbye.

Snow looks like he’s had the shit beaten out of him when he gets back.

Not physically, but he definitely looks shaken while Bunce just looks a bit pleased with herself. In all honesty, she could easily take over the world and destroy it in under a week, if she wanted to. Instead, she’s off getting her English degree with a minor in Women’s Studies. Fascinating.

She sits herself on the other side of me, leaving Simon to settle against my arm after she laid it out on him. “So, Basilton,” she hums, “clever idea, really.” She curls a hand around the cuff of my sleeve and yanks, pulling me down so only I’m in earshot as she glares daggers at me. “But if you so much as hurt Simon, I will make sure that you’ll never find your precious styling products anywhere in this town again.”

I truly hate to admit that I actually gasp at that. As in an audible, full on gasp. Like some pathetic fucking twink that I refuse to be labelled purely as. “I’ll buy it online then, Bunce.” She’s still downright terrifying, though.

She just grins and turns her head forward, mumbling something about it being an interesting weekend as the speaker comes on. Slowly, I feel Snow's arm snake back around my shoulders, simply resting on my neck this time. Over time, his thumb starts absentmindedly stroking the skin it's resting on, but it doesn't go further from there. Although undeniably comforting, the looks he’s getting from Bunce are, mildly put, unsettling.

Thank fuck it's over before I know it. There's a cheesy joke about travel exhaustion before the round of applause fills the crowd. My head slowly turns to face Snow’s, heart racing as his fingertips trail my hairline. “Let's head back to the room? I think there's room service…” And Bunce is nerving me out.

Retracting his hand, he stretches and nods. “Sounds good.” He practically leaps to his feet, throwing a smile at Bunce and cheerful giving a goodnight hug as I stand at my leisure.

As we make our get-away, I can feel her eyeing us up from behind. It feels like I’m a guilty party; like I've got some ulterior motives. Honestly, Iwish I was suave enough to have them. If I could just plan a weekend away with Snow in the expectation of him falling in love with me, then I'd just retire my education and turn to a life of magic, because I'd have to have him under a spell to make that work.

On the way to the elevator, though, Snow makes a tug at my sleeve, stopping me in my tracks. Raising my brows, my mouth starts to form a “What?”, but gets cut off before it even starts.

“I'm not too tired, if you want to go sit down…?”

I look sideways at him, blinking and letting myself process it. “Get dinner. You want to get dinner?”

“Well… yeah? We're here, and there's a place in the hotel.”

From a moment's glance, there’s nobody in sight (nor earshot, for that matter) here to witness it, so I’m not really sure why he's asking me to get dinner with him rather than stuffing away in the room where we can avoid each other on our phones. In fact, it'd be significantly easier for him to tell me to fuck off and go eat dinner by himself. But, no. He's asking me to sit down with him.

“Fine, but let's not take forever.”

A drink or two (or three) later, I don't care about time anymore. There's only two things I care about; Simon Snow's foot touching my leg, and Simon Snow himself.

He polishes off his drink (I can't remember, 2nd or 3rd), wetting his lips as he runs a hand through his curls. “What’d you think about soulmates?”

It's an innocent enough question. After all, what do I think about about soulmates? The question’s easy enough to answer, and the way his face has been pink and smile grows even looser makes me wonder which response I wanna give him. Reasonable-brained Baz would probably say something protective and flat enough to drive away any admissions of feelings..

I'm not quite Reasonable-Baz right now, though. “I think it's a thing,” I mumble into my glass, sipping slowly and meeting his eye as it settles back onto the table. It’s the cosmopolitan speaking through me. “Not like… something stupid, like everyone’s off to be destined to love someone because they're star-matched or whatever the fuck. No red string of fate. It’s just… people matching. And they always match. Not perfect, but complements to each other.”

He's staring at me like I've said something profound, but I’m not entirely sure what came out as coherent and what else came out as an intoxicated slur.

“So…” My elbows rest against the table in terrible etiquette, chin settling on my palms. “Your go.”

“I… I was… well… that string thing. I'd heard it, and I think it’s somethin’ like that, yeah?” His knee bumps back into mine, shooting tingling down my leg. “Like you've got a pull to your soulmate.”

“A pull?”

He nods as he waves for another drink, eating off the last of my chips. I think he’s bound to polish them off.

“Like it’s in your gut. It yanks you forward, more and more, until you get that meeting it wants.”

Is it a joke? Who knows if it's a joke, but shit, I laugh at it anyway. “W'don't live in a fantasy world, Snow. Wish we did, but it's not Harry Potter.”

Snow pouts in somewhat an endearing way, studying my face as he shoves another few chips into his mouth. The server drops off another drink, to which Simon draws his attention to as if it's the most lovely thing he's ever seen in his life. I wish he'd look at me like that.

His face lazily lifts, smile keeping as he stares across at me. “I… think you're a Hufflepuff.”

“Dear God, Snow, you're smashed. Stop talking.”

“Noooo!” he complains, hand reaching out and resting over mine. “You're friendly under all that mean boy bullshit!”

Someone at a nearby table throws a glare at us, and suddenly I remember we're not quite alone.

Without much thought, I turn my hand over and slowly drag my fingers down Snow's palm. He shivers against me. “I'm a Ravenclaw. The test said so,” I murmur, my voice dropping to the privacy of just him and I.

I choose to believe his blush is in my imagination.

He takes a long drink, fingers dragging back before threading forward and interlocking between mine. “‘M Gryffindor.”

“No shit,” I laugh, suddenly becoming aware of how we're sitting. Leaned forward, heads much closer than they were before. The scent of hard cider and fried chips waft off him. I hate to admit that it makes my heart race faster.

After minutes of what's most likely just an odd closeness, I find myself stopping whatever this is. With a wave to the waiter, they stop by and run our room key through.

Snow's hand keeps against mine, his eyes locked on me and starting to sag with drunken tiredness.

He stays like that, all the way up to our floor.

The chime of the elevator makes me bump his shoulder, urging him out into the hall. “Come on, Simon.”

He jerks himself upright, blinking back to somewhat coherence before following me to the room. I swipe us in, letting him dislodge from my side as he throws himself onto the bed fully dressed.

After a run to the bathroom, changing into my flannel bottoms and a tee, it hits me that Snow's probably planning to pass out like this.

“Hey,” I whisper, practically pushed up to his side. He lifts his head, squinting at me curiously. It takes a second to realize his eyes pinpointed to my lips. “Don't you need to change?”

Sleepily, he closes his eyes again and shrugs, head falling towards mine. His forehead brushes against me.

“M’ fine,” he whispers, “‘m sleepy…”

In this moment, it'd be so easy to just reach out and touch his hair. I can feel it now, tickling against my hairline as he curls up into himself.

“Can… you get my shoes?” he slurs, feet wiggling.

I think I really love him.

I love him so much that I'm unlacing his Converse, sat up at the end of the bed and settling them aside. My hand steals a brush against his calf, mind not completely working as I tug it a little.

He gasps somewhat under his breath. “Y'can take off my clothes, if you want…”

I more than fucking want to.

I'm respectful, of course, but fucking hell, I want this man to rip me to shreds.

I don't let on, though. Respectfully, my eyes advert as I take my time to help him undress, ignoring the frankly obnoxious amount that I’m blushing.

“Thanks,” Snow mumbles as he yanks up the sweats I'd handed to him. “M a bit trashed.”

“A bit?”

He giggles. He sounds like sunshine feels. “Maybe a bit more than a bit.”  An arm lazily throws across the bed and pats. “Lay down. Sleep.”

Somewhere in him, he must be a fucking genie, because I'm following his commands.

One of my hands moves down and drags the blankets on top of us, the hand resting in the middle of our empty space.

It's so odd to hear him breathe. To witness him live so openly and so close.

I want all of it.

I want this forever.

My body, though, doesn't. I don't remember falling asleep, but waking up feels like a bitch.

The room's loud. Why is the room so loud?

Oh, fuck, that's my alarm.

I slide it off, tiredly rubbing my eyes and dragging myself upright. Beside me, Snow's groaning and covering his face with an elbow. “‘S too bright,” he complains, turning away from the light.

It's sort of endearing to watch him like this. Although, honestly, it'd be more endearing if my head wasn't thumping.

After rifling through my bag for far too long, I grab out some pain relievers and swallow them with a cupped handful of tap water. Not ideal, granted, but helpful.

After painfully getting through my morning routine, I stand at the end of the bed in a full day's outfit with crossed arms and a pointed glare. With a clearing of my throat, Snow jolts awake and lowers his arm to look at me. “The fuck you want?”

“I'd much like to actually get breakfast, and if you'd wish to join me for some seminars, I'd recommend getting up now.”

“Y'had me at breakfast.” Scrubbing his face, his legs swing over the side of the bed and kick a little. “Do I have to dress like a tit?”

“And wearing a hoodie with jeans every day of your life doesn't make you a tit?”

He just huffs in response.

It isn't hard to get him to breakfast, but it's a bit difficult to get him out of it. Eventually, though, he relents (while stuffing three napkin-wrapped muffins into his hoodie).

The seminars aren't exactly enthralling; everything discussed is relatively baseline. I have a tendency to educate myself without an outside source, but there is one major benefit to attending them. Snow's hand has not left my hair in the past hour and a half. Well, that’s when he’s not eating the food he’s snuck in. I want to call him a pig, but at the same time, he offers me half the muffin and I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.

I'm relatively sure that I've been purring when he rubs the back of my head. I don't know this for sure, but fucking hell, it feels like I most likely have been.

Even when we do move, he settles his hand on my lower back, sending my nerve ablaze. It's a tad self-indulgent, but I feel myself drift closer to him as we walk, subtly placing my hand onto his shoulder and rubbing back and forth slowly. Every movement makes my heart race a bit more than I think I’ll ever admit.

They provide lunch, and Snow ends up eating half of mine as we discuss what we just listened to.

“So people don’t just know not to be dicks to each other?” he says through a mouthful of sandwich, not bothering to swallow before he goes off.

“Some people don’t know, no.”

“Well that’s bullshit and I don’t like it.”

My cheeks tease a smile, warming to a mild blush. “Well, I feel like I’m obligated to agree on the premise.”

He doesn’t answer immediately, taking a few more bites before managing to chew thoughtfully and swallow before speaking again. “Was your mum as outspoken about this stuff?”

It throws me a bit off guard, making me nearly drop the apple in my hand. “How do you know about my mother?”

“I… well... um…”

“Spit it out, Snow.”

“I went to your speech last year.” The words tumble out of him, nearly jumbling in the process. “The one where you talked about inclusivity on campus and all that shit--not shit! Just, you know, stuff. And well, you’d mentioned your mum was the first non-white president of the uni and I was just wondering if she was as vocal as you are. That’s all.”

While he’s talking, my heart starts swelling. For starters, he actually went to my speech (which just saying he did doesn’t fully make sense as to why he went), but he was also listening to it. It just sounds unbelievable.

My weight shifts. “Yes, she was,” I begin, dropping in volume and sounding softer than the typical voice I use with him. “She was always honest and so, so bold. She’d give speeches fairly regularly, too. It’s a shame I never really got to see her in action, thought.”

As I speak, I nervously fiddle with the empty sugar packet from my coffee and wait for him to do something, anything to make this easier.

That something, apparently, is his hand reaching out to grab mine (which doesn’t really make it easier on me, since it makes my heart explode into a swarm to fluttering butterflies).

“I’m sorry you never got that chance,” he says ever-so-softly, sweeping my hand over and resting ours together, palm-to-palm. I’m afraid he can read my pulse. “If it makes you feel any better, I never met my mum. Or my da, for that matter.”

“Oh.” Orphaned. That... sort of makes sense.

He just nods to that, shrugging his neverendingly complicated I’m-Doing-This-Instead-Of-Talking shrug. It makes me want to sneer.

I don’t, though. I hold myself back, pulling my lips back into my mouth and biting to keep them shut.

I don’t suffer in silence too long, as everyone else around us starts wrapping up and heading off to the next seminar. We both catch a gaze at Bunce as she converses with a table of students, seeming enthralled with her discussion. It’s easy to tell that Snow’s a bit disappointed, but I squeeze his hand in subtle reassurance that he’s not a backup (I don’t mention that she saw us holding hands while coming in, therefore avoided us).

The rest of the day is just as much as a bore as the start, and we don’t bother with a big dinner like the night before, either. Instead, we both silently retire back to the room and I phone for some takeout while we put on the telly. Flipping through channels provide a true bore of a time, though, so ultimately we just end up talking again.

And talking. And talking.

And break for dinner, and talking, and talking.

A few days ago, I wouldn’t image we’d have so much to talk about, but now he’s laughing at a story I’ve got about a teacher we both happened to have, just for separate classes. He’s got such a brilliant laugh; it’s one of those kinds that tosses his head back and fills the room with a deep, mirthful wave. It amazes me how much he’s relaxed, sprawled back in a tee and his jeans, which are now without his belt. Makes my heart race just watching him be happy and makes my head spin even more with just knowing that it’s in my presence alone. I wish I could bottle it and it keep it in my pocket for harder days.

Before we know it, it’s half past one and we can barely keep our eyes open. But, nonetheless, we sleepily mumbling back and forths with heavily blinking eyes and soft smiles. Thank god he changed himself into pajamas tonight, and I did so while he was taking a brief shower a few hours ago. Now we’re simply laying here, albeit incredibly closer than we were the last night. I can nearly touch him; if only I extended a hand out, I could brush it against his ankle, since he’s got his legs pulled in.

We speak between yawns, not really having much in particular to talk about in depth without

In the pale moonlight shining through the drawn curtains, I can see the outline of Simon’s head slowly lifting from his pillow, propping up at his elbow. “You know,” he says, “I don’t know if I’m straight or not.” He’s stretching back out now, feet brushing mine as they extend downwards on the bed.

I smile mostly because I know he can’t really see me in the shadow of his own head. “Why do you say that, Snow?”

“Well, I’ve never snogged a bloke.”

“You think that’s the qualifying factor to make you queer?”

“Not make me queer, but I wonder if snogging a bloke would make me realize something in one way or another.”

I shouldn’t be answering. “Well, why don’t you try?” It comes out as a whisper, eyes searching his nearly unreadable shadowed face.

His shoulders shift, the fabric of his tee straining at his side. “I dunno,” he says hushedly back, sounding closer than before. Even through the weight of my tired eyes, I can tell he’s getting closer now. “Why don’t I?”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I freeze. My limbs go all tingly and numb as my mind races to various ends. Is he trying to say he wants to snog me? It’s probably some sick joke to make me flustered and maybe a little turned on (which thankfully he probably doesn’t know, since I’m on my side/stomach and my legs are laying a bit oddly to press my hips to the bed). Or, maybe, he’s just losing his mind.

As he draws closer, I can barely feel myself breathe. It’s his breath that’s clear as day. “Can I kiss you, Baz?” he utters, eyes lowering to my lips. I want to catch his with mine.

I want something that's been offered, and I’ll take it even if it’s a joke.

So, despite all reservations, I nod anyway.

He takes a full moment’s pause, head looming closer before brushing his lips against mine.

Heart pounding out of my chest and mind reeling, I kiss him back completely on impulse (or, rather, poor impulse). Every part of my body feels like it’s simultaneously in an ice bath and set on fire, but he’s snogging me back and doing this nice thing with his chin that I really want him to do again and fucking hell, is it hot in here? Or freezing? Perhaps both?

He draws back after a minute or so, face barely moving inches away from mine as his body shifts closer. The sheets between us gather, pinching like my gut as his knee raises up and brushed against my outer thigh. There’s seconds of silence within the movements between us, his hand slowly raising up and brushing some hair off my check before settling there. I reach out unsurely, hand resting on his chest as his head lies closer and lifts to look up at me. His heart’s racing out of control, a horse loose off it’s track.

This time, he doesn’t ask. His nose brushes against mine, causing my breath to hitch in a way it’s never gone before, and he takes that as the proper sign to kiss me again.

Thank fuck he does.

We kiss for what feels like hours, his hand eventually running back to my hair and holding the spot he’d had it in earlier today. Mine travels down a bit, pushing away his shirt and resting against his side.

We kiss our lips chapped and tire ourselves out, and even then some. Even as I struggle to stay awake and he’s let back to yawn a few times, we still keep chasing back for exhaustedly excited presses of lips and teases of tongue.

Eventually, though, he’s smiling so tiredly against me that his head falls back and eyes stay shut as he breathes out an “‘M passing out.”

I can’t manage a word right now. I don’t quite know anything about words anymore, except for the very real fact that they’re slipping my tongue.

So, instead, I nod my head and study his face. Just enough of it’s lit, showing the grin on his cheeks as he falls asleep without saying another word.

He keeps pressed to me, though. His hand’s still in my hair, and the leg that was previously thrown over mine is now where it was when we ended; between my thighs.

That’s how we wake up, too.

Except, this time, when my alarm goes off, he’s the one to answer it.

I watch as he swipes it off, looking down at me with a flushed, guilty face as I squint up to him.

It doesn’t last, though, because he seems to answer it with a shove of his lips against mine.

We snog for maybe ten minutes before he pulls himself back with a panicked face. At first, I think he’s about to go absolutely bonkers on me and say some ridiculous shit to break my heart, but instead says the most Simon Snow thing I think anyone could ever say. “Shit, when’s breakfast ending?”

I gawk at him, squinting before saying “10” with a gravely, sleep-filled voice. I don’t even bother to clear it away. “My alarm sets for eight, there’s time.”

He looks absolutely disgusted at that notion. “I can’t eat breakfast in an hour; that’s practically stuffing and running.”

Honest to god, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone get up as fast as he is now.

To cover my probably clear disappointment (and, well, semi I’ve got going), I scoff and roll my eyes as him as he shuffles his body into jeans. “You’re like a bloody Hobbit, Snow. Can’t stop eating.”

He grins at me, grabbing a pair of my trousers from my suitcase and throwing them at my head. “Come on, slowpoke.”

And just like that, it’s not spoken of.

Not through breakfast. Not through the time in between the morning seminars. Not through lunch, either.

He does the same things as the day before; his hand plays with my hair and we hold onto each other while shifting places, but it feels so different today. Every time he touches me, my mind goes completely blank as my heart beats out of control. As if it weren’t bad enough when he did it before, it’s even worse now that we’ve done that .

Whatever that was, anyway.

Fucking hell, what was that? We snogged until we get too tired to even keep awake, and then some.

If I had half a mind, I’d say we woke up in an alternate timeline where we actually are boyfriends, since he’s doing everything he would be doing if he truly was mine. Except, right now, I have no clue as to why this is all happening. He isn’t treating the situation as odd either, which is what throws me off entirely. He’s still chatting about anything and everything else; he’s laughing with my jokes and he’s frowning when I say something sharp, but there’s a new twinkle in his eye whenever I make a biting commentary. It’s the sort of look you give a cat when they’re being an arsehole.

When we finish the afternoon seminars and get dismissed to prepare for the banquet, I find myself jolting at the sudden wrap of his arm around my middle. He starts to draw back at first, but I quickly press my hand to his and keep it against my hip, not daring to look him in the eyes as I press the going up button for the elevator firmly.

The ride’s unnervingly silent, especially with the fiddling of Snow’s hand against my belt loops. He makes my heart pound without much, driving me absolutely mad at each of his subtle movements.

Back in the room, he lets the door slowly swing shut as I go to grab our suits from where they’re hanging in the dresser. The moment it’s clicked shut, though, I find the everliving chaotic energy of his presence right behind me and closing in.

Gently, a kiss falls to my shoulder blade. I shiver unintentionally.

“How long have we got?”

For once, I’m the one choked for words. “W-well, we should be down there by six, and it’s nearly three right now. I was planning on showering before it starts, and probably doing my hair properly, and--”

He’s turning me around as I ramble, hands settling on my hips before shutting me up with a kiss.

He’s good at that. Not just the kissing thing, but the making me stop thinking thing, too.

I give in completely, legs basically turning to jelly as I duck down. I feel him lower back to his feet (as he was originally on his tiptoes to plant the kiss to me), hands keeping tightly to my hips.

I let him untuck my shirt and press to the skin, rounding his hands around my back and tugging me closer towards him.

At this rate, I’d say fuck the dinner. Fuck anything else about everything. I don’t care that we haven’t talked about this, I don’t care about the veryreal possibility that Snow’s using me to experiment his sexuality on in full disregard to my feelings, I don’t care that this could all be a ploy to make me seem weak. I want this to never stop.

It has to, though. I know it has to.

I firmly plant my hands to his shoulders, keeping him still as I pull away. “I really do need to shower.”

For a split second, I’m half convinced he’s going to ask to join (to which I wouldn’t say no, obviously), but I’m fairly sure he decides that’s a poor idea, too.

So, instead, he relents with a nod of his head and a searing peck of his lips to my cheek. It makes me blush like mad.

I spend my entire shower rushing to get out, scrubbing my hair and losing myself in the thought of what’s to happen after this ends. I’m fairly certain that this isn’t going to leave this hotel, but it’s nice to even fantasize the thought of him in my bed, stripped down to his boxers and laughing like he did last night.

Not fucking me, although that’d be a nice follow-up, but just laughing. Sharing a good moment, just him and I, and not letting ourselves fall back into our old habits.

It’s such a weird wet dream to have; to want him to be happy. Most people think about getting plowed in the back of their car or snogging somone senseless against a wall, but with Simon, I just want to see him smile. (Disclaimer, I’ve gone through the motions of wanting him to take me in every situation and position possible, but I was a different man. That was pre-snog Baz).

I go through a routine of blow drying and styling my hair, brushing my teeth again and making myself as aesthetically proper as I can be before stepping out of the room and immediately getting the wind knocked from my lungs.

Snow’s standing in the middle of the room, looking himself up and down in the body mirror dressed up in the suit I’d bought for him.

It’s not perfectly tailored; it’s slightly too tight in the middle, and his shoulders are a bit too unexpectedly broad, but it looks really fucking good on him.

I’ve got to bite my lip from gasping.

“Looks proper,” I let myself say, heart skipping a beat as his head snaps up towards me and grows to a quick grin. As I pass by to grab my own suit, I’m floored by a quick peck on my cheek and a cheeky smile.

He’s going to be the death of me.

I grab my clothes and change in the bathroom, dropping the towel and carefully pulling on layer after layer.

I tie my shoes outside of the room, trying to forget that of course, Snow’s ‘fancy shoes’ are decades old Docs that look like they could very easily be Fi’s.

“Ready?” I ask, making sure I’ve got my cell and room key in my pockets.

He nods, arm looping around mine wordlessly before he drags us out.

Dinner’s… dinner. The food’s pretty good, and Snow and I make easy conversation with the people at the table (as in, Snow starts it with something friendly, then shuts up for most of it as I say intellectual shit and he just rubs my thigh under the table for some unknown, mind boggling reason). We drink a good amount of wine, we laugh, and talk some more.

Then continue to talk around once it ends, mingling within the crowd.

Snow works like a bloody charm. He strikes up cheerful conversations with them, then we all talk for a bit before they hand me a business card with a happy shake of my hand or a clasp on my shoulder.

Soon enough, there’s plenty of people wanting to sponsor events and fundraisers, ranging from donating to involvement. On top of that, there’s countless people coming up to us and ending our conversations with “You make such a cute couple.”

Each time, Snow ends it with an “I know”, arm tugging me closer.

I’m a bit tipsy, so I just lean into him and grin my face off (it feels weird to smile so openly).

After an hour or so, it starts to die down. The attendees are ignored by the workers cleaning the tables, so I slip away from Snow for a second as he chats with an enthusiastic woman, telling him I’m off to the loo. In reality, I’m just sneaking a couple bottles of wine and holding them as subtly as possible in my suit jacket (which is, for note, not subtle at all).

Snow’s alone when I’m done, so I just grab his hand, stuff a bottle into it, and whisper “Run”.

We both break it to make our getaway, nodding to people as we start to quickly head off to our room. Nobody notices us, or more realistically, cares to stop two sort-of drunk early 20s blokes running off with somewhat okay bottles of wine.

In the elevator, we exchange wide eyed grins before bursting into laughter that quickly draws tears from our eyes and makes our stomachs ache from strain. We’re laughing the whole way back to the room, too, and leaning on each other for support as I search for the door key.

It buzzes us through, letting us stumble inside and set the stolen bottles on the coffee table.

After resting mine after his, I feel his hand sweep under my suit jacket and yank me close that way. We’re still laughing, my face planting into his hair and savoring my sweet moment’s luxury.

“Pop them open,” I whisper into him, pressed up close. “I wanna make a toast.”

He giggles and nods compliantly, letting go of me and pouting at the corked tops before rooting around in his backpack for a minute.

As he’s doing whatever it is that he is, I’m untying my shoes and half-throwing them across the room towards my bag, untying my tie and letting it hang around my neck as my jacket finds itself on the floor, too.

I hear a pop as my eyes shut, and soon enough Snow’s looming over me with two opened bottles of white wine.

I take one, scooting to the side and turing my knees onto the bed as I grin at him. He tries to raise his brows in a mock and mimic of me, but it instead looks like he’s shocked (I want to kiss the look off his face).

“A toast,” I begin, giggling before fully raising it to him. “To successfully finessing a room full of rich arses to give the gays some money.”

He smile widely to that, cheeks creasing as he raises his bottle and gently knocks it into mine. “To taking money.”

We both down about half the bottle before I end up in his lap, having him play with my hair as I recite as much of Hamlet as I can remember (given I was in a production when I was 16). He’s silent, this big grin stretched across his face as I glaze over chunks of scenes with “And fuck Claudius” or “and Hamlet, who was fucking hot in the movie”. I break between scenes and take a gulp of my wine, as compares to Snow who sips his throughout.

Easy to say, by the end of the play, we’re both completely plastered.

Our mostly empty bottles end up on our nightstands as I dive my face into his stomach and nuzzle shamelessly. Any ounce of dignity that I’d once held is absolutely gone now, filled instead with unequivocal adoration.

He clearly doesn’t mind, though, because I can feel the chuckle as I grin into him, and the tug of his hand in my hair sends me to sit upright as the room spins around me. I laugh, because I can’t stop myself.

Even as I’m wrinkling my nose to snort, Snow’s leaning closer and quickly steal a kiss from my lips.

Everything stops. My heart’s soaring, and I’m opening my eyes. “We’re drunk,” I remind, mostly slurring as I lurch forward.

I know that doesn’t fully apply.

“Do you want me to stop?” he breath’s hot on my face, smelling entirely of alcohol and the chocolate cake he’d had for dessert.

I should say no, I should say no.

“Just don’t go below the belt,” I whisper, because I’m the weakest man on Earth, and I’m the one leading the kiss this time.

It’s a little strange, since every time we’ve kissed so far, it’s been with his initiative.

Frankly, I was worried that he’d think I was taking advantage of him as a gay guy. But, now with all the alcohol in my bloodstream and how soft he looks bathed in the glowing yellow lamp-light of the room, I push away all inhibitions for the sake of one last night of having him hold me like that.

I lead fully this time, feeling his hand take hold of the ends of my tie, yanking me closer as I kiss him with everything I’ve got in me.

With every bit I give him, he gives me double that.

His hands find themselves at my shirt buttons, slowly pushing each one out of the hole as I’m finding out what kind of sounds I can elicit from biting his lip.

Eventually, we find ourselves laying back on the bed, the light now off and shirts both pushed off of our shoulders. I’m still in my suit trousers, and he’s just in his boxers and dress socks, still snogging the life from me. I think we’re sobering up, but frankly, I’m too scared to figure that out. The truth would make it too real.

For the first time, I dare to take my lips away from his mouth and leaving him whining beside me before I test the waters of neck kisses, scattering them around.

A tug of my hair tells me it’s more than okay.

It’s so tempting to go further. With each pull of my hair and groan rumbling from his chest, I’m struggling to stop myself from peeking under that waistband.

I don’t, though.

I force myself back up, back to his lips, and stay there. Stay in this moment that makes me believe that it’ll last.

“Baz,” he mumbles into my mouth. It feels so distant that, at first, it feels like I’m imagining it.

Then he says it again.

“Baz.” It’s more firm this time, sending me back and staring at him with wide, nervous eyes. He laughs, though, and reaches out to rub his hand against my cheek. “I just gotta take a piss, fucking hell.”

I melt into it, closing my eyes and nodding slightly as I exhale.

He presses a last kiss to my face, this time, to my forehead, before stretching and heading off to pee.

And that’s the last thing I remember before waking up, wearing the trousers I was last night and basically the same position he’d left me in bed in, but now he’s back and laying right across from me. We’re not fully pressed together, like last night, but his hands are holding mine, and his face is close enough to lean my neck out and kiss.

I’d say, by the way the light’s shining, it’s about half an hour before my morning alarm is set to go off.

I’m not quite sure where this leaves us. By sometime later this afternoon, we don’t really have to interact again for a while. We can, realistically, avoid each other as we usually do. Therefore, I’m drinking him in as much as I can in this moment. The way his hair falls against the pillow, the way his lip hangs open, the way his chest rises and falls. I take in as much as I can, knowing that I could very well not get it again.

With the eventual clamor of my morning alarm, Snow’s eyes scrunch as he groans. I leave our space together, hitting it off before joining him again and meeting his eyes. I don’t care about my headache now, I just want to hold him one last time.

As I latch myself to him, though, he cuddles up to me properly and kisses my hair, whispering something I would’ve never thought in a million years that I’d actually hear. “Good morning, darling.”

I shoot back, frowning for once. I can’t live like this. We can’t leave like this.

“What are we doing?” I insist, setting my jaw and studying his seemingly innocent face.

“I… what do you…”

“You’ve been snogging me for days, and you wake up and call me darling as if it’s one of my obscure fucking fantasies, and it’s not fair. I can’t live on uncertainties, and I’m scared to fucking death that you’re just going to pull some sick joke when we get back to campus and say ‘Great afternoon, goodbye’, and you’ll be gone.” Snow reaches out to me, but I flinch instead. He pulls away. “Tell me what game you’re playing at.”

“There’s no game!” he snaps at first, then realizes the bite to his voice before lowering it and mumbling. “There’s… there’s no game, Baz. I like you.”

That wasn’t really an outcome I’d fully prepared for. “You what?”

“I… I fancy you, Baz. I have for some time now. Fuck all, I’ve been talking to you all weekend, and I hate talking. I thought you were smart. I thought you’d noticed beyond all the snogging.”

He’s got me stunned.

“Hadn’t thought about that.”

“Of course you haven’t,” he mumbles, pouting at me.

This time, I do kiss his expression away.

He leans into it, hand finding mine again and tracing my palm slowly. I love it when he does that.

As he lets back to catch a breath, I eye him up curiously. “What does this mean for us?” I whisper. “Are we something now?”

“We can be. I want us to be.”

“Will… you say what that ‘us’ would be? Say it properly, for me.”

“Why?”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Even without looking at him, there’s a smile in his voice. “Baz Pitch, will you be my boyfriend?”

[katiebug445]

Not as Good the Second Time Around

Pairing: Jean/Armin  Fandom: Attack on Titan Rating: uh, G? idk?  Word Count: 1539 A/n: missing scene fic for episode 49. I’m sorry it’s not edited. Please take it for what it’s worth. 

Armin watched powerlessly as the two kicked the crap out of each other in the dining hall. Eyes darting between Eren and Jean, worried for the wellbeing of both, hoping that someone would step in and stop it before things got too out of hand. The seconds ticked by, the punches kept rolling, and nobody did anything. “Try not to kill each other.” Connie had said, chewing on something Armin wasn’t sure of.

Sasha could be heard screaming in the background, but he doubted it had anything to do with their two friends kicking the snot out of each other a few feet away. Cheers and jeers went up from their fellow soldiers, egging the whole thing on that much further.

Eren got in a good punch to Jean’s chest, and his fist involuntarily clenched. Armin tapped Mikasa on the shoulder and, worriedly, asked, “Shouldn’t we stop them?”

“No.” She said quickly, not taking her eyes off of the scuffle. “I think it’s funny.”

Armin took an uneasy seat beside his friend, trying not to worry too much about Eren and Jean, though he couldn’t help but flinch every time one of them got a good hit in. Jean didn’t heal nearly as fast as Eren, and that he’d be hurting pretty bad for the next couple days after this. He also knew if he got involved in it himself, he’d only end up getting hurt trying to break it up. It was better to let the two get it out until they exhausted themselves and then help clean up afterwards.

Still, he didn’t like seeing them fight like this.

Finally, Levi stepped in and broke things up himself with a well-landed punch and a kick. Both boys ended up on the floor, Eren doubled over, and Jean losing what was in his stomach. Armin tried not to think too much about it, though he couldn’t help his eyes wandering over to where the sandy haired boy was picking himself up off the ground every couple seconds.

He opened his mouth to call out to him, but Mikasa was already on her feet, helping Eren back to his own, and asking for his help. Armin stood, hurrying over to the others and looping an arm across Eren’s back to keep him steady. He shot one more look back to Jean, sitting beside Connie and looking positively awful. The taller boy looked up, and for a second, their eyes met across the hall, Armin giving him a sympathetic look, and Jean… Jean shot him one back that Armin couldn’t think to describe at the moment.

The two got Eren outside into the fresh air, sitting him down on a step, and all soaked in the crisp night air while they talked.

Armin had no clue how long they sat there for, reminiscing, making promises for the future, and taking a rare moment in their lives just to be together. He missed times like this, before the wall fell and everything in their lives went straight down into hell before spitting them back out again, forever changed.

When they finally finished up and headed back inside, Armin informed them all that he was exhausted and just wanted to get some sleep before tomorrow. He noticed that Sasha had also once again been unleashed, and didn’t want to accidentally be caught in the crossfire between her and whatever scraps of meat were left over.

His thoughts went out to Connie, knowing he’d have to be the one to restrain her if things got too far out of hand again.

Much to his surprise, when he got back up to the dorms, there were only a handful of people already there. Armin made his way through the dark room, trying to find his bed, hoping not to wake anybody up. He couldn’t help but notice a very large lump sticking up out of Jean’s, curled into a ball, and couldn’t help himself from going over to it.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently, laying a hand on the other boy’s shoulder to get his attention.

Naturally, Jean jumped and turned over, a sour look on his face until he realized who was there. “Hey.” he said, carefully sitting up so he didn’t make his stomach hurt worse. “I’ve been better. Since when did Eren learn how to throw a fucking punch?”

Armin couldn’t help but laugh a little at that as he took the spot next to Jean on the bed. “I guess going toe to toe with Reiner and Bertholdt could have something to do with it. I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. It felt kinda nice to actually punch him in his stupid face.”

Armin laughed again, covering his mouth when he realized how loud he was being, and hoped that nobody got woken up by him. “Are you really okay? That didn’t sound too great back there.”

“Oh, that? That was nothing. Don’t think I’ll be eating meat anytime soon again, though. Doesn’t taste as good the second time around.”

“Gross, but thanks for the warning, I guess?” Armin wrinkled his nose a little, not wanting to think too deeply on that if he could help it. Jean shifted a little beside him, and the blond couldn’t help but let his eyes follow the movements. He knew Jean had to be in pain, no matter how he tried to brush it off, and figured he’d wake up the following morning with a couple bruises on his stomach if he was lucky.

He was also hyper aware of how close they were sitting. Jean hadn’t said anything about it yet, but Armin couldn’t help but notice the way their hips touched, or how every move Jean made caused their thighs or knees to brush against each other. He hoped it was too dark to see how red his cheeks were, not wanting to admit that his entire left side was on fire being so close to the taller boy.

“Can you believe this is it?” Jean asked after a moment, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Tomorrow, everything changes again, for better or worse.”

“It seems like we’re saying that every other day anymore.”

“Are you scared?”

Armin thought about that for a moment. Of course, he really wanted to say no, that by this point he was use to the danger and everything that was waiting for them out there, but he knew that wasn’t true. He shot a glance up at his friend, taking in every feature of his face in the dim light, and felt an ache in his chest that he couldn’t exactly explain to himself. He was afraid. He was terrified, if he were being honest, about losing friends, or Eren or Mikasa. Or… Jean himself. “A little.”

“Yeah.” Jean replied, his voice thin.

Armin thought he knew what he meant by that, but he wasn’t about to ask. That was as deep into it as Jean would go, and they both knew it. It was comforting, if he were being honest, to know Jean felt the same way, to know he wasn’t just being a wimp for being afraid of what waited for them outside the safety of the city. “But if we pull this off, we’re one step closer to saving humanity.”

“I know. Still doesn’t stop it, though.” Jean chanced a look down at the other boy, and without thinking, wrapped an arm around his shoulders to keep im close. Without any hesitation, Armin leaned his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes, and looked completely exhausted.

He wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow, they ended up laying next to each other on Jean’s small bed, just big enough to fit both of them if they stayed close together. Armin had his arm wrapped around his middle, clinging desperately to his shirt, with his eyes closed. After a few moments, the smaller boy’s breathing evened out, and his grip got even tighter. Jean knew he wouldn’t be able to move the whole night, but he couldn’t exactly say he was upset about it. He loved how clingy Armin could get in his sleep, and it made him feel weirdly secure when he was fortunate enough to see it first hand.

Jean lay there for a long time, unable to find sleep as easily as Armin obviously did, and couldn’t help but worry about what might be waiting for them the next day. He knew he didn’t want to let Armin out of his sight if it was at all possible for him. They’d grown so much closer over the last four months - especially after… Marco.

Armin had become a beacon of light for him, a reason to keep going on even though he really, really didn’t want to sometimes. Out of everything he was afraid of, losing the boy laying across his chest scared him more than anything else combined. He’d already lost one love to the Titans, and he’d be damned if he was going to turn around and lose another already.

He only hoped the operation went smooth as could be, and they’d all make it back home in one piece. That wasn’t asking for too much, was it?

[haechanplsacceptmylove]

Toxic Love 2/2

Characters: Y/n x H/n (optional bias), Jay, Mey

Genre: angst

Warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of sex, swear words, fire, self harm, mentions of women getting used by men

Summary: after getting into an argument with your boyfriend, you decide to make up with him which leads you to regret every second you've spent with him. PART TWOOOOO

Word count: 2.9 almost 3k (unedited)

A/n: IM SORRYYYY I GOT SOOO SOO SOO BUSY I WASN'T EXPECTING TO GET BUSY FOR THAT LONG OMG

PART ONE

You reach your apartment, tears streaming down your face. Taking all your clothes off and throwing them on the ground until you reach your bedroom. You stand in front of the huge mirror. Looking at your reflection, your once used to be beautiful body, is looking so ugly right now. You look at the white lingerie embracing your body and curves. You scream and take it off aggressively. You start stretching the material as hard as you could, failing to tear it. You throw it on the ground, step on it and yell

"fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! I hate you! I hate you! I wish i never met you!"

You go and bring an empty metallic trash can, put the lingerie in it and bring all the polaroid pictures of you and H/n, set them on fire and throw them in the can. They burn along with the lingerie. You watch all your memories with him burn. You go and look for everything H/n has bought you; jewelry, clothes, accessories. You put them all in the fire. Burning everything that reminded you of him. All the memories. As if he was never in your life. You delete all the pictures that include him on your phone, block his number and delete all the messages. It's over. It's done. And there's no going back.

Nothing, NOTHING excuses him nor his actions and words. Your eyes go back to the mirror. Your naked body on the bed. The body you've worked for. The body everyone envied you for. The body you took care of in every way to keep it clean and pure. You didn't oet anyone touch you. You knew your worth. You weren't someone who'd just give herself to anyone. Until you met H/n. You trusted him and loved him so purely, you were ready to give him your heart, and your body. You were all his. You gave him your precious virginity. The virginity everyone was trying to get. He got it. Now..... Your pure clean body only feels... Disgusting.. You feel disgusting. It has been getting used as a toy. As an object. You want to peel your skin off. You want to get rid of your body. You can't bear having your disgusting body. It's like you want to tear it off you and burn it. You felt dirty, disgusting, humiliated, angry, sad.

Screaming, you throw the closest thing to you, the trashcan with the burnt stuff in it, which has now turned into ashes, on the mirror breaking it. You rush to the shower, turning flaming hot water on, and use soap, trying to wash your body. Your body turns red from the aggressive rubbing and scratching. Feeling so disgusted of it. You've been used. Your body was being used as a toy. You were just an object to him.

----------3 weeks later----------

"Y/n.... So have you moved on?" Mey, your childhood best friend asks you as she takes a bite of her lemon flavoured ice cream

"moved on from what?" you ask after drinking a sip of your iced coffee

".. H/n.." she hesitates

"who's that?" you ask, your eyes showing confusion

"no one" she chuckles shaking her head and continuing to eat her ice cream

"Y/n!! Mey!!" you hear someone calling your names and turn around.

"Jay! What's up?" you say. It's Jay, your friend of couple years, actually one of your best friends. Your friendship started normally, then he confessed his feelings to you but you didn't feel the same. He was very understanding with your response and accepted it wholeheartedly. You continued being friends and slowly your bond got stronger and became best friends, or even more. He's always told you that he's always going to be there for you and he's ready to do anything for you.

"I'm having my birthday party this weekend at my house! You guys are coming right??" he says taking a chair and sitting with you around the round table of the cafeteria.

"I'm not sure if I can make it but at what time is it??" you ask

"y/n... You can NOT skip MY birthday party like that! In fact, you should be the one bringing the most expensive gift" he says rolling his eyes playfully making you and Mey chuckle

"also it's starting at 8pm and continuing till..... I don't know...... OH! maaaany people are coming too, even my friends invited THEIR friends, its gonna be a big party" he says

"okay I'm coming!!" Mey says then looks at you

"um.... Okayyyyyy I'm coming too" you roll your eyes

"Jay lets go!!" you hear Jay's friends calling him from outside.

"okay guys i gotta go, see y'all on Saturday!! DRESS NICELY! " he gets up and leaves as he waves a bye to you.

------- Saturday 7pm -------

You step out of the shower, checking your phone

"I'll pick you up at 8:30pm!"

You read the message Mey sent you and chuckle. She can never be on time.

You start putting make up. Not too heavy nor too light. Just perfect. Red lipstick, smokey eyes. You put your mini red satin dress and high heels. You make your hair wavy. Adding some last touches, jewelry. A diamond necklace around your neck and diamond earrings. You get up and look in the mirror. Oh how beautiful you look. Your phone rings.

"Y/n I'm here!!!" Mey says on the phone and you tell her your coming. You didn't notice how long you took to get ready.

You hop in the car "Y/n holy fuck..... You're glowing" Mey says checking you up. You smile and thank her, telling her how beautiful she looks too.

After 15 minutes you arrive at Jay's house. You can already hear the music and see the amount of cars parked around his big house. You get in and see the bunch of people in the garden around the pool. Some you know and some you don't. Jay sees you and comes to greet you.

"Y/n, Mey! What took y'all so long to arrive?" he asks. "you know Mey loves being late to everything as if she's cinderella or something.." Mey slaps your arm playfully.

"anyways..... Here's your gift" you give him a small box which he opens immediately. He looks at the beautiful gold watch im awe. "i didn't really MEAN it when I said you should bring an expensive gift Y/n!" he says and hugs you.

"come in" he leads the way for you and Mey into his house. You see eyes landing on you. Checking you up and whispering to each other. You reach the kitchen. Jay offers you and Mey couple shots and you take them.

"what's up" some random boy wraps his arm around Jay and raises his eyebrow at you. "who's this cutie Jay?" he asks him, still looking at you. "someone you don't need to know, now go away" he pushes him off and tells him to go do something else. You chuckle and turn around. Looking at the people. Some are drinking, some making out, some dancing, some just chatting, some looking at you. Girls look at you rudely and boys admire you in lust.

"well, I'm going to look for my next heartbreak!" Mey takes another shot and disappears into the crowd.

"by the way.... Y/n" Jay says

"yeah?" you turn your attention to him.

"you look really beautiful" he says scratching the back of his head.

"aww thank you!" you say hitting his chest playfully making him chuckle.

"you're looking handsome too-" you go silent. Your attention goes to the sound of a loud laughter. You look at the girl and it takes you couple seconds before you recognise her.

Its her....the girl who had left those love bites on your ex... Well apparently you weren't even in a relationship so he isn't your ex even.

"Y/n?" Jay says interrupting your thoughts "oh! I zoned out sorry.. Yeah you look handsome too Jay" you laugh awkwardly playing it off.

"so.... You know everyone in this party?" you ask

"nope! Many people are my friends' friends. So i don't really know them nor haven't even talked to most of them... At least yet"

You nod your head "ooh okay i get it" you look at the girl again, she's taking shots with her loud friends. "oh that girl?" Jay asks, startling you.

"what?"

"the one you keep looking at.... She's my friend's girl... I guess... At least that's how it looks" he says taking a sip of his drink

"what... do you mean??" you ask

"i mean they're been fucking on and off, sometimes they're fucking and acting like lovebirds and sometimes they're acting like enemies. Honestly no one knows what the fuck is going on betwee-"

"no..... I mean, what do you mean she's your friend's girl? Whose girl?" you ask in a confused and serious note

"oh, she's H- oh HIS girl" he points with his head at the boy walking towards y'all with his friends. You look at him and see the person who you didn't really miss nor wanted to see, ever. H/n.

He was walking with his friends and chatting with them, he didn't notice you until he heard Jay calling him.

"Yo H/n! What's up my g" Jay says walking towards him a little, covering you behind him. "happy birthday bro" H/n says and they half hug.

"How's your girl bro?" Jay asks

"oh she's fine, we're fine" he laughs

"are you guys even dating? You've been fucking around with her for couple months now" one of H/n's friends ask him

"yeah we're dating, been doing it for half a year, but you know every relationship has its ups and downs.." he chuckles awkwardly.

"Half a year? We ended things only couple weeks ago.... " you thought to yourself.

"anyways! How about you bro, you found a girl yet?" H/n asks Jay laughing

"ohh no, not yet, oh by the way i forgot to introduce you to-" Jay turns around showing you behind him.

Your eyes meet. Your eyes meet his eyes. H/n's eyes. You both freeze. Well to be fair, he froze harder. His eyes literally lost the shine in them. Its like he saw a ghost.

" Y/n this is H/n, H/n this is Y/n, my best friend" Jay introduces you to each other.

"Hey! I'm Mark" one of H/n's friends says, giving his hand for a handshake. You move your attention to him and shake his hand "hey" you say giving him a sweet smile.

Jay stands between you and H/n awkwardly, looking at you both, confused why you didn't greet each other. "guys are you okay.." he says

"yeah" you say

"Hi I'm Y/n" you say, offering your hand for a handshake

H/n stands there looking at you up and down. The treasure he let go of. He couldn't believe it. He was not expecting to see you at all, in a situation like this.

"H/n!" Jay puts his hand on his shoulder and H/n finally focuses again and looks at Jay. "her hand is waiting" Jay says and H/n realizes

"oh... Hi I-I'm H/n" his hands reach to yours and shakes it.

"nice to meet you" you say smirking at him and letting go of his hand.

"H/n you're here!" Again, you hear that annoying voice, you roll your eyes. The girl comes to H/n and kisses his lips and hugs him. He pushes her away slowly "don't do this now"

"well...... Let's cut the cake i guess" Jay says, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

Jay heads outside to the big garden and to the cake on the big table near the pool. Soon the garden becomes crowded with almost everyone, leaving the house kind of empty

You've excused yourself earlier to go to the bathroom. You look in the mirror and stare at yourself in silence. After some time to break down laughing. "fucking idiot" you laugh again hysterically as you remember H/n's face when he saw you. You literally saw how shocked he was. Everyone notices the tension between you two in that moment. But the attention mostly went to him because you played it off very well.

You put lipstick and put some little touches on your hair making sure it's nice then you exit the bathroom. As you walk down the hallway, you get pulled by someone and dragged into a dark room

"what the fuc-" you get interrupted when you see H/n's face. It was a dark room but had some light coming from the light decoration put outside, and you hear the music mixed with the crowd voices. "what do you want?" you ask pushing him away, acting like you don't really recognise him.

H/n grabs your shoulders tightly so he doesn't get pushed back. "Y/n.. I wasn't expecting to see you here-"

"and why would you expect me to be anywhere anyway? Can you let go of me now? I don't want your dirty hands on me... Fucking disgusting" you say moving your arms and pushing him away harshly

"Y/n please..." he comes back and holds you against the wall again "you're fucking gorgeous....... I can't stop myself—" he grabs your jaw and presses his lips onto yours. He slightly moans into your mouth when he feels your lips kissing him back. You grab his neck and deepen the kiss. H/n grabs your hair into a ponytail and slides his tongue into your mouth, feeling it and tasting the flavour he's been missing for so long. You move your hand from his neck to his hair and grab it breaking the kiss. It was a heated make out session. You both pant and try to catch air.

"Y/n.... I missed you... I'm so sorry i should've never done that nor said that to you-" he inhales, trying to calm his panting, "i love you Y/n please forgive me...... I've made a mistake.... Please... I regret everything, I love you" he says, his eyes full of sorrow... And lust.

You look at him with sad eyes. "H/n...." you smile "do you remember when i said that you're my biggest mistake?" he nods sadly.

"i really..... I really meant it and still do" his face impressions changes to confusion and you smirk with devil eyes. "all those nights and days, all those hours and minutes, all that TIME i spent with you.... Fuck! How much i regret it. If i could, I'd go back in time and never meet you. I'd UNspend all the time i spent with you.... What a shame i can't" you start laughing.

H/n's jaw drops in confusion. He doesn't understand what's happening. You were just... Kissing...??? What are you saying now?

"you missed my lips didn't you" you lean closer, making him feel your breath against his lips "you missed my body didn't you" you look at him... "you missed being loved... By me...." you stare at him. He stares back at you in silence. Not knowing what to say.

You let your grip go of his hair. You slide both of your hands from his shoulders to his chest. You push him away from you. "H/n you're a piece of shit. You will always be a piece of shit. For everything you've done to me and probably other girls too, your life punishment will be this..... You'll never get anyone to love you.... Not the same way i did.... Nor any better.... You'll be miserable and you'll live in regret. Goodbye " you walk away.

H/n grabs your arm "wait Y/n plea—" you push his hand away. "fuck you H/n! I never want to see you ever again. For me, you're fucking dead. You don't exist anymore in my world!" you walk out of the room.

H/n watches as the person that loved him for who he is, who always tried to give him the best, who truly sincerely cared for him, walk away and out of his life. He has lost you for ever, and he'll never be happy again.

You walk away and laugh to yourself as you wipe your mouth with your hand. "fucking stupid" you let him kiss you, to make him suffer more. You gave him hope and then turned him down hard. He's stupid for thinking that you'd ever forgive someone like him. He's disrespected you enough. It's enough. You're focusing on your life and future. You've started not only a new chapter, but a whole new book.

H/n punches the wall, tears dropping on the floor, his heart and mind aching. You were like a drug to H/n. He was addicted to you and your body, then got clean from you. But you came back and gave him a taste, and now he's craving you again, like crazy. Now you're gone, you've left him to suffer alone. That's karma after all.

You go to the garden, Jay has already cut the cake and shared it with the others. You walk towards him and he grabs a plate and hands it to you "your piece" he says smiling. You look at him and at the plate. You take the plate and put it on the near table. "Jay, you've told me you can do anything for me?". He nods. You grab him by his jaw and kiss him. Jay grabs your waist and kisses you back. I mean, you had to change the taste of your mouth. You share this beautiful moment as H/n watches from the crowd. His eyes boiling in anger and jealousy. You're not his anymore.

[noritoshiikamo]

his little baker

pairing: choso + fem!reader genre: porn with tiny fluff tags//warning: full on smut, choso with breeding kink, little shibari mention tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. SIGHS WHERE DO I BEGIN WITH THIS DJJENDBDHKDJFKEIEIJKDJ I BLAME SUKI based on the prompt "you should’ve watch that pretty little mouth of yours, before i fuck it"

something about the way his blood formed his own pretty shibari rope around her wrist riled him up. choso tilted his head to the left so innocently, eyes raking her body from up to her feet.

“you should’ve watch that pretty little mouth of yours,” he stated plainly, licking the blood of his palm. the way the drool left trails of reddish fluid on the side of his lips had her pussy clutching on nothing. he grinned as he continued, watching as the words widened her eyes, “before i fuck it.”

“choso-”

“silence, human.”

her breath hitched when she felt his rough hand running up her legs. even with the pantyhose covering it, she could feel the rough palms as if her legs were bare and exposed. her shoes were all over the room, skirt hiked up and she wondered how she managed to get herself in this position in the first place; not that she wanted to complain. he roughly grabbed her by the underside of her knee, pressing her in the meanest mating press. she groaned at the feeling of the blood rope tugging around her wrists. she hates being restrained but choso likes the sense of seeing her helplessness. seeing her body trashing, moaning, and begging to be touched and to touch him fuelled his core.

“baby,” he called melodiously, pressing her clothed core with his palm. he could only see the white of her eyes, head thrown back as she tugged on the restrain. he faked a gasp, “look at how wet you are.”

“choso, please,” she gasped.

he clicked his tongue, “tch, you’re in no position to demand, my love,” with a flick of his wrists, he ripped the pantyhose apart, revealing the last article of clothes. clear patch of moist forming on the panties sending a chuckle out his mouth. he’s a massive tease; he pressed butterfly kisses all over her ankle, brushing his fangs against the reddening skin as he inched up, flicking the tip of his tongue on her exposed skin occasionally when he reached to her thigh until his breath lingered above her cunt. she was a panting mess, eyes roaming desperately and when she felt his fingers tugging on the thin material of her panties, she couldn’t breathe when the material snapped.

he loomed over her, her eyes frantically drinking the sight of him. they were both feral in their own way. he ran his thumb on her lower lip which she immediately caught. eyes trained on him just the way he likes it, she desperately sucked on his thumb, tongue swirling around like it was the real thing before releasing it with a pop. his eyes widened and his pants tightened. he leaned forward, rewarding her little show with a kiss.

“such a good girl,” he praised happily.

she nodded frantically, eager for another kiss only for him to put her back to her place with a tug of her hair. she yelped and he immediately shoved the sad excuse of the panties in her mouth. his baby looks perfect. he fought the urge to palm himself immediately.

“remind me, what do we do when we reached our limit?” his eyes glanced up to her left hand, watching as her hand signalled their safe gesture. all fingers up with the ring finger tapping the palm twice; just like they agreed. he ruffed her hair with a kiss on her forehead, “that’s my girl,” he winked before slipping off the bed.

choso tend to get overly excited with everything. being a cursed human trapped for years, he has a lot of things to make up for and his curiosity is about to kill a pussy. literally. he believes that when a thing needs to be done, it needs to be done right. the first time he found out that her human body was capable of squirting, he had her screaming on the edge of the bed with three fingers buried deep and his lips latched on her clit, thighs soaked and trembling as his free hand dug deep onto her flesh to hold her down.

today, he’s about to find out if his human has the gag reflex.

straddling her chest with nothing on but a boxer, she marvelled at the way his body looked. he hooked his finger on the strap, pulling the panties out and watched as his human panted for air. “are you going to be a good girl for me?” he cooed, tilting her chin up with a finger. “yes, choso.” she nodded eagerly.

he was an eager man. his cock sprunt out fully erected and she found herself salivating over the length. holding the base of it, he gave it a quick pump, pre cum leaking down on her lips, her tongue was already out to catch the falling droplet, licking it clean. holding on to the headboard, he slipped the head between her lips, a loud moan rumbled out of his throat as he watched little by little the length disappeared into her mouth.

“fuck, baby, look at the way you take my dick,” he snickered, thrusting his hips sending the tip to the back of her throat. her nose touched his trail, the corner of her eyes watered as she looked up to him desperately. “just a little more,” he hushed, wiping the stray tear away, grunting at the way her throat tightened around his length. he quickly pulled out, strings of her saliva and his pre cum soaking her chin. she panted, gulping as much air as she could when she felt the tip resting on her lips.

when she struggled to swallow what left in her mouth, he gave her a glare, a warningand like an obedient little slut, she swallowed it down. “open wide and let me fuck that pretty little mouth,” he grunted, bottoming down and up, slowly building a rhythm with the thrust of his hips. she gagged, his dick twitching at the squelching sound coming from her moist throat clamping on his dick desperately. when the passage started to feel tighter and unwelcoming, he reached down and closed her nose, telling her calmly to open and breath through her mouth. she shook her head to get his hand off and irritated, he grabbed her hair back and warned her of what happen to bad girls.

“bad little girls don’t deserve to cum,” he hissed, “do you want to be a bad girl, or do you want to open up for me and let me fill your throat up?”

her eyes watered as she nodded, tears streaming down her face.

“i-i want to cum.”

“let’s try again then. show me what you’ve learned,” he let go of her hair and his eyes marvelled as she took the dick in, tongue flat against his shaft, lapping desperately against it as she took him in. she worked around it for a bit, bobbing and sucking on the tip, bottoming out with occasionally letting the tip in to the back of her throat ignoring the gagging urge. sense of pride built in her chest when she looked up to see such a tense look on his face. brows knitted with his eyes close as he struggled to take a breath every time she sucked it in; it was clear that he wanted to cum so badly.

and she took it personally.

without a warning, she put on the pretence of bottoming out, but instead of pulling, she held it in. dick deep down her spasming throat clenching desperately on his sensitive dick. tongue swirling on his veins, eyes bore on his now opened eyes, openly challenging him and she could hear him laughing. he knew what she was doing, trying to make him cum to end the game early but no way baby. two can play this game. he closed her nose again, watching as her cheeks flushed. he knew she’s not going to last.

he counted to 10, watched as she tugged on his restrains, eyes wide before pulling out. she gasped for air, coughing out spit and her pre cum. she didn’t even have enough time to recover when he grabbed her face.

“my baby thinks she’s so smart,” he smirked, planting a kiss on her nose, “you think you can end the game by making me cum in your mouth,” his hand travelled down to cup her soaking cunt, “that’s not the deal, baby. and even if you did make me cum, i still have plenty more to fill your needy cunt,” he slapped his palm on the sensitive nub, eliciting a scream from the girl. her legs closed immediately, clutching desperately as it trembled in pleasure.

he released the bind, immediately throwing the girl on all fours. she whimpered at his roughness. his hand buried in her hair, tugging on it until he could see down on her pretty teary eyes. her breath hitched when she felt the tip rubbing against her entrance, slowly splitting her apart as he drove his dick into her clenching wall. “does it feel good?” he cooed down on his human, cue her repeating yes like a prayer. he let go of her hair, grabbing a shoulder and her hips, before pulling out and in again. he quickly built his rhythm, the sound of her ass clapping against his pelvic got rougher and rougher. her loud cries echoed the small room, so melodiously to his ear. he leaned forward; nose buried in her hair as he inhaled her scent in.

his human smelled so good, so sweet and warm; it’s like walking into a bakery store where the baker had just pulled out a nice batch of cinnamon rolls. which she owns.

his hand reached under her shirt, tugging on the material of her bra spilling the goodies out. she called out his name when his fingers found the hardened nub, gently rolling it between his fingers. he lives for her reassurance. the like that, please touch me like that, choso that feel so good, fuck me a little harder; they all went straight to his dick. he nuzzled against her ears, warm breath tickling her neck as his fang brushed against her sensitive neck.

steadying her body, he took her hand in his huge palm, placing it on her lower abdomen. he kissed the side of her head, a small smile on his face, “do you feel that?” he asked, thrusting in, “your cunt looks so full and pretty buried on my dick.” her eyes widened when she realised the bulge was his dick. she could feel it moving from the outside, she swallowed her saliva, eyes fluttering back and forth.

“maybe i should fuck you full of my cum,” he kissed her shoulder, “first i’ll make you round and full of my cum, then maybe you’ll be round and full with my child. what do you think of that human?” she shuddered at the thought. he pulled her up, her back resting against his pounding chest.

she croaked, “choso-”

“you think i can make you a mother?” he hummed against her ears.

she was drunk and delirious, with his hand rubbing circles on her clit, she could only nod in compliance. such an obedient human, his mind noted. he didn’t understand how he got so obsessed with her, a human.

his little baker.

the very first time he laid eyes on her, she held a cinnamon roll to him, and he stuttered. she smiled so beautifully, and she welcomed him in her bakery every day. little by little, her pants turned into skirt and the skirt become shorter and shorter the more he came over. he got that instantly. every glance came with a little smirk as she placed his coffee and cinnamon bun. on a good day, he caught on what colour of bra she’s wearing. but now he got her shaking in his arms, bent to his every will as he pumped her full of pleasure.

he wanted her for forever.

“c-cum in me,” she stuttered, head resting on his shoulder.

he hummed in agreement, his lips leaving trails of black and blue on her shoulder as his thrusts got sloppier. she came undone first, his palm against her mouth as she screamed in pleasure. her legs trembled; her nails left crescent marks on his arms as he held her close. her walls clutching desperately against his length. he buried his face in the crook of her neck ad he powered through. she was a babbling mess, overstimulation finally hit her as his cock scrapped the inside of her raw. it didn’t take long for him to finally come, shooting ropes after ropes of his thick seed in her cunt. his hips slowed down; praises didn’t stop coming from his lips as he came down from his own high. they crashed on the bed.

he didn’t dare to move out, leaving his dick buried deep inside her as he struggled to catch a breath. until he was sure he had emptied everything deep in her womb, he’s not budging. she rested her head on his arm, his tongue lapped down her sweaty skin, kissing on every mark he left apologetically. it was almost painful to stay in her as his dick softened, but his hips still trusting so gently.

he could feel her chest rumbling as she let a soft laugh at his little antics. she let his arms wrapped around her, his soft breathing lulling her into sleep. he kissed her cheek and nuzzled back into her neck.

oh, how this cursed human loves his little baker so much.

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The Companion 5

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre:Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy, Angst, Soulmate AU (Begins on this chapter), Slow burn (ends here)

Chapter Warning(s): Crying. Secrets unveiled. Little Jimin :D UNEDITED!

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean"

Word count: 3.4k maybe 4k (?)

A/N: Hello! I've returned! The slow burn ends here! As the reader, you'll now know why Jimin gets jelly and is very protective of her. Just a quick reminder that this has Soulmate AU included in the genre. I tried to make this a little bit more longer than the usual itty bitty chapters since it's not only gonna be in the MC or Jimin's POV because there's a part that's in Third Person POV from now on, butttt I keep getting the alert of 4096 word block limit on my pc so, Im posting this using my phone. sooooo I'll update soon to make up for the cliffhanger sorry, y'all. (squint in tiny, there's angst in there somewhere lol) I hope you'll enjoy this one💜 Please don't forget to reply here or send an ask (you can be anonymous <3) on what you think about this chapter or the series, like and reblog!

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"Good morning," Namjoon grins as he drinks his coffee, the other members were grinning as well and just like that I knew I was in for a treat [insert sarcasm].

"You look great!" Jungkook says a bit too enthusiastically which had me shaking my head as I told him "And here I thought you two had my back,"

"Y/n-ssi," I heard my name being yelled from another room, surely by a certain Park Jimin, "Help... please"

"Does this man know any other word aside from help and please?" I mutter to myself as I walk towards the dressing room, all of the stylists were outside talking about today's set for the performance video. I chug the last bit of my coffee into my mouth as if drinking a shot of alcohol and threw the paper cup into the trash bin before entering the room to my surprise was empty except for Jimin and I.

"Could you help me with my cuff links?" he asks curiously eyeing my movements as I move to the table to remove the cuff links from its box and walking up to him. Reaching for his wrist, I hold it lightly as I put his cuff links in place. I look up and catch him staring at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask him quietly.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he talks back in a quiet tone, I sigh and look away from his face and look down, holding his other wrist and mirroring what I'd done to the other one.

"I'm not avoiding you, Jimin-ah," I say as I struggle a little with his cuff links "I'm busy"

He scoffs, "With what?"

"I actually help around, you know"

"I'm pretty sure Sejin-nim knows you're my... personal assistant, meaning you're not meant to be moving around much unless I say so," he says looking towards the door then back down at me. I turn his hand upward as I struggle with the last cufflink, the tips of his fingers gently touch my wrist before lightly wrapping holding it in his hands. I stare at his hand on me before slowly looking back up at him finding his eyes on me. It's been weeks since the music video for Butter was released and I avoided him like the plague on the second day of filming the music video. After that, he kept his distance from me which made me slightly relieved but also unsure. His hair was growing out, rainbow highlights gone and his dark has grow out a bit under the platinum blonde hair.

"I can't just sit around and wait for you to tell me what to do,"

"The staff have plenty of help, Y/n-ssi" he says in a low quiet voice "I thought Moni-hyung told you you're job is to be an emotional companion; next to me most of the time."

"Jesus Christ, Jimin!" I huff in frustration "I need air and space just like any other person!" I drop his hand as I stomp out of the room and walk the empty seat behind Sejin.

"You look like you're about to wring someone's neck." Namjoon says as he stands next to my sitting form "Is that 'someone' Jimin?" Taehyung walks up next to him straightening his shirt a little.

"What did he do now?"

"He doesn't like me walking around helping the staff," I tell them "It's suffocating"

"He just doesn't want to getting tired?" Namjoon says in a questioning tone, unsure with what he just said

"Don't cover for him, Joon" I softly scold him "I don't care if you're siding with his 'good reasoning', y'all are being strange."

"He just cares a lot about , Y/n. Don't question his actions too much, " he says almost dismissively as he straightens his posture next to we when Jimin watches us like a hawk while a stylists fixes his hair.

"Stop questioning everything he does or say," he mutters beside me looking at his phone "He's protective of you for a reason, you'll understand soon. Just give him time and be patient,"

"I don't think I could say before the two year contract ends, Joon" I confess looking around the room as the production team makes sure that everything is all set and ready, "I don't exactly know when, but I'm resigning earlier than what you guys expect." I stood up from my chair and turned around to find Namjoon looking like a goldfish jaw moving, stuttering to say something but I cut him off before he could even say something.

"Don't worry, it's not today or tomorrow, the day after, the weekend or the end of the month or the month after, but it's gonna be sooner than expected if this keeps going" I smile at him as I walk backstage to grab my bag and headed for the exit, hauling a taxi to drive me back to the apartment. Sending Jimin a text saying that I was headed home, not bothering to check my phone when there were notifications that vibrated one after the other.

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I was passed out on the couch after eating a lot of popcorn with two bottles of soda when the chime of the doorbell woke me up. It was repeatedly chiming signaling that whoever was on the other side of the door was very impatient and probably deserved a bat to the head they Steve Harrington crushed a demogorgon's skull into a very unpleasant pancake. I got up slowly cradling my head in my hands, squinting at the bright light of the apartment.

"Calm the fuck down!" I groaned, yelling at whoever was at the door.

"'The fuck you want?!" I exclaimed, pissed as I pulled the door open revealing pillowy lips, puffy cheeks and a pair of dark brown puppy eyes staring back at me, I groaned for the second time resting my forehead on the doorframe "It's late, Jimin-ah! Isn't my job supposed to be over hours ago, besides it's the weekend."

"This isn't work related. I promise." he smiles a little "get dressed, wear something warm and hurry,"

"why?" I croaked

"Because it's gonna be a bit chilly where we're headed, hurry!" he pushes me back inside gently as he enters the apartment with me. I was about to point out that it was rude of him to invite himself in but then I remembered that this was his apartment. I caught him looking around a little bit when I came back after changing my clothes and grabbing a short trench coat from my closet. I was at the doorway putting my shoes on when he slowly walks up to me and waits for me to step out of the apartment before putting his shoes on and locking the apartment door behind him. It felt somewhat like a routine, me putting my shoes on and waiting for him to put on his shoes as he locks the door behind him. It was very couple-like. It was... strange.

"Deja vu"

"Hmm?" he turns towards me "Did you say something?"

"Deja vu," I stare at my feet "It feels like I've been here before,"

"We all get those moments," he says after a little while "You probably experienced it in a different life. It sounds like something Jungkook or Moni-hyung would say."

"It does," I smile as we put our masks on as enter the elevator, heading to the lobby.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask as he drives, light posts passing by, two cars were behind us I guessed it was security. They were always around and I've grown accustomed to it, "Where are we gonna go?"

"Be patient, Y/n-ssi," he smiles as we drive uphill.

"I can't really be patient or calm for that matter when you're driving uphill in the dark," I chuckle "It's past 8pm, we should be in our own beds asleep,"

"This is more fun than sleep," he smiles reaching over to hold my hand, threading his fingers through mine "Let's call it a tourist spot by Park Jimin," he pulls up on an overviewing parking lot of the city. the city light almost covering the entire city. Yellow, white, bits of blue, green and rights in the distance covering buildings making it look like it was a Christmas Village without the snow. He locks the doors and opens the sunroof of the Palisade, pushing his seat back to give him more leg space before reaching behind us where a bag I didn't notice appears. Placing it on his lap he opens it, pulling out a bottle of Soju placing it on the cup holder on the console and pulling out a cylindrical food covered in tin foil then handing it to me. I stare at it then at him as if he was ridiculous.

"What?" he asks, eyes wide

"What are we doing?" I ask carefully

"We're on a midnight picnic," he motions for the tin foil covered food on his hand and I take it from him. Carefully undoing and unrolling the foil I was met with a thin sheet of seaweed wrapper and rice underneath it.

"Did you prepare this?" I ask him as I take a slice of the Gimpab and put the slice in my mouth as I open the packaging at his direction and he grabs a slice

"No," he chuckles "I mean I did, but Yoongi hyung sliced it. I sliced the first one that Jungkook ended up eating, it was all wonky"

"Thank God for Yoongi then,"

"Hey!" He exclaims laughing "I prepared almost everything in this bag for us," He reaches in and pulls out two two-layered bento boxes handing one to me before reaching in again and producing a tiny bag consisting of our utensils

"You can drink the Soju if you want, I could too, but I need to drive us home," He smiles reaching for another slice. Turning behind us again he takes two water bottles and and hands one my way. I look at the windshield again at the city when I noticed a few stars twinkling in the night sky. Remembering that he opened the sun roof, I look up again,

"Woah," I gasp in awe "Now would you look at that..."

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Jimin couldn't bother about the bento box on his lap and the empty insulated lunch bag in between them. He stared at Y/n, watching her wide eyed staring at the clear stars in the night sky. She gasps as she forgets her food momentarily, mesmerized by the constellations above. He initially planned to show off his Astronomy knowledge by stargazing with her while they sat in the SUV, enjoying late dinner. But the tables turned for a second when he saw how her eyes widened as she looks at the view before them then hurriedly shuffling the get in a good position to look at the constellations above them. Stargazing was his plan, dinner was a last minute idea since he knew that she didn't have enough food left in her pantry, except for the abundance of rameyeon which he now disapproved of because she was losing weight from the looks of it. So he made dinner, two varieties of kimchi, a few slices of samgyeopsal, three medium sides chunks of hanwoo beef that Yoongi taught him to prepare among other things. But everything was momentarily forgotten when he was very close to her. Almost so close that their shoulders were touching. Y/n was oblivious to what she was doing while Jimin was between a rock and a hard place in his head, deciding on whether or not he's going to admit too early the truth of why she was there. Why he really hired her despite how mad and confused the other members where with why he was so adamant that he needed to hire her. The truth.

The truth being out of all of the people in the world and how rare their situation was - rare because not everyone experiences what they did even though she didn't have any knowledge about it - that said situation being soulmates.

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Jimin was around seven or eight years old when he dreamed of being at an unfamiliar house. But it seemed so real that as a child, he was convinced it was real. Thinking that he was on a family vacation with his family, he calls for his dad, nothing. He tries calling out to his mom, nothing again. His little brother maybe?

"Eomma!" he tries again "Appa!" feeling a little scared that his parents weren't with him in an unfamiliar house he's never been in before, he heads towards the living room couch sitting atop it. He waits a few more minutes hoping his parents will arrive soon for him to get him.

After what feels like hours, the sun was close to setting and he knew it was going to get dark soon, he gets up from the couch to switch the lights open only to be surprised when the lights didn't open, he ran around the house panic setting in as he tries to open the lights to no avail. He opens a door to a bedroom, getting inside he closes the door behind him and climbs the bed hiding under the covers. Soon the sun disappears and it was very dark with only the moonlight from the window being his light.

Jimin bites his quivering lip, 'I'm brave,' he thinks, convincing himself 'I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of the dark.', he repeats his mantra. He tries to call out for his parents again when no one answers, a tear falls from his eyes followed by more his previous mantra of not being afraid of the dark long forgotten. He sobs quietly under the covers, arms around his legs, forehead on his knees, lightly rocking himself back and forth, he calls out for his parents again. For what feels like a long time he feels his back a bit cold and when he looks up he watches the sheets being pulled back for a second his lifts thinking it's his mom pulling back the sheets only to find a little girl around his age, on top of the covers looking back at him wide-eyed. His eyebrows furrow as he looks at her with tears in my eyes, he decides to ask her if she has seen his parents, but before he could ask she reaches forward speaking in a language he's never heard of before.

"Hello... Don't cry," she says every once in a while after reaches forward wiping his tears with her tiny hands. When most of the tears were wiped from his face, he stares at her face wondering if she was an angel, his guardian angel. She smiles at him and she speaks again "Don't cry, okay? What's your name?" She asks as she wraps him in a hug, he was reluctant at first but once he felt her warmth, he immediately hugs her back holding on to her, scared she might disappear and he'll he alone again, so in that moment at a young age, he made the decision to fully trust her and at that moment the room was filled with light, the question of what his name was forgotten.

Opening his eyes, he looks behind the little girl where the door was open revealing the entire house. From where he was, he was able to see the couch where he was at earlier the entire house was filled with light and when he looked back at the little girl, he finally gets to see how she looked like in the light. He hair was down, lips just as pouty as his are, eyes wandering around the room in bewilderment. She was just as surprised as he was when the light came on, when her eyes landed back on the little boy with pouty lips and chubby cheeks, she gasps. Carefully holding his face she noticed a purple bruising on his right eye where there were tiny lines, not it was her who had watery eyes as she looked at his eye. Jimin finally realizes she was staring at the stitches on his eye that he got a few days ago after slipping in the bathroom.

"Oh this?" he points at his eye, he was about to touch but he remembers his mom telling him not to touch it so he drops his hand "I'm okay," he tells the girl who was now very much sobbing, he points at himself "Okay!" He wasn't entirely sure what it meant but in school the teacher would say it often and he knew it was a good, happy thing. As long as it was happy, she'll probably not cry over it. Jimin gently wipes a few tears that escaped the girl's eyes. He realizes she looked angelic but she also looked as adorable as other babies, he grabs her face gently in between his hands "Baby-ah" he calls her

"Huh? What did you say? I don't understand you," she says, wiping her face.

"I don't understand you," he tells her, she huffs in confusion quickly realizing that he doesn't speak the words she was speaking.

"Hmm... It's okay," she smiles "You and me should stay together," she makes a motion of putting her to index fingers side by side. Jimin nods, understanding the little sign she made. Getting off of the bed together, he grabs her hand and she lets him as he walks ahead of her looking around the house as they made their way to the fridge to find food. After Jimin was doing the extreme stuff for his new found friend; grabbing a nearby chair and climbing it to open the freezer, he grabs the tub of vanilla ice cream and one spoon from the table top (they didn't know where the cutlery was and no one was around to ask), they hold hands again as she leads them to the back yard as she carried the tub and Jimin was holding on to the spoon. When she opens the door to the backyard Jimin sees the ocean and a few coconut trees. They sit on the swing next to each other, eating the ice cream and when Jimin looked up he saw countless stars above him, he tried counting them all with the little girl but they fell asleep next to each other, before he fell asleep he smiled through his one swollen eye at her "I'll stay here with you, I'll never leave you. I promise," Y/n looked at him in confusion but seeing him with his pinky out she quickly wraps her pinky around his and smiles "I'll see you again when we go to sleep, I guess. Now I don't have to be alone here".

When he did wake up, he was back in his room in Busan and for the first time in years, the first thing he did that morning was cry his eyes out startling his parents and his little brother. When his parents asked him why he was crying and kept repeating that he left 'her' when he promised not to, it just made him cry more and when he finally calmed down, he explained to them his dream. His parents look at each other with a look and they smile at him proudly "Jimin-ah," his dad says happily but also sympathetically at his crying first born "You met your soulmate,"

"What is that, dad?"

"It means she's the one you're going to spend your whole life with, someone who is going to love you forever. Kind of like how your dad and I ended up," his mom tells him

"Did she tell you where she's from?" his dad asks to which he shakes his head

"She didn't speak Korean. She knows what Okay means."

"Ah..." his dad nods before looking at his mom who was giggling who said "He's going to have a hard time finding her but at least he knows how to somehow find her,"

"I had a hard time looking for you and you were just a few districts over," he laughs "he might end up going around the globe to look for a soulmate."

Jimin's dad then turns back to him and says "You'll see her again, Jimin-ah. As long as wherever she is, she's asleep. You'll see her again. You'll remember her, but she won't remember you when she wakes up."

"How come she won't remember me?" Jimin asked his dad feeling sad

"Because it's how soulmates work, my son" he smiles at Jimin "We are supposed to find them; they're the other half that will complete us and we, in return , complete them, but we are supposed to find them not the other way around.

She'll remember you when she's asleep, but not while she's awake. So ask her everything you can to find her. Just remember to be kind to her Jimin-ah, and love her unconditionally"

Jimin watches his parents, thinking about what his parents said if what they said was true then he was going to see her again tonight when he goes to sleep. But she didn't show up that evening, and he patiently waited for her until he fell asleep and woke up in his bed again crying to his parents that she wasn't there leading to them comforting a very confused Jimin.

The little girl was there however, but when she fell asleep and arrived in the house at the beach Jimin was already fading meaning he was already waking up soon and she sat there on his spot watching the sunrise crying that she didn't see her new friend at the beach house all because she flew on a plane with her parents to a place called Seoul.

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anonymous asked:

I’m BEGGING for a hc where zuko and sokka like the reader and get jealous of one another. Plot can be anything! :)))

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oomgomg Hii u replied to me earlier 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 LOVE THAT YOU LOVE SOKKA!!! I love zuko too but sokka needs more appreciation imo.

Would u ever write an zuko and sokka x reader or oc where they both like the same person? Because I find myself conflicted between who I like more because they’re great for totally different reasons! Idkk but anyways looking forward to reading more of ur work!! And happy early valentines dayyyy 💕💕💕💕💕

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ALSO THE TWO OF YOU BASICALLY HAD THE SAME REQUEST LSAKDJS

enjoyyy <33 THIS MAKES NO SENSE IM SORRY

Pairings: Sokka x Reader x Zuko

Warnings: fainting and sickness (sighh yes yes i wrote another sickfic IM OBSESSED) & it may be the worst thing ive ever written-

Summary: a sick y/n is caught up in a love triangle... which boy is better?

Word count: 1.4k :)

The doorbell rang, and Y/N rushed to answer it. She opened the door to reveal a smiling Sokka. He was your best friend, so he normally showed up unannounced once in a while.

"Hey, Y/N!" he said.

"Hi, Sokka! What brings you here?"

"Knowing you, you probably haven't had dinner yet?" She nodded with a laugh. "Wanna get something to eat?"

It was past dinnertime, and she still wasn't hungry... In fact, the thought of food made her nauseous. Y/N nodded anyways, and Sokka smiled, getting his car keys out of his pocket.

Driving past the streets, the two blasted music out of the car's speakers, and Sokka sang along to all of the pop songs on the radio. Y/N laughed at the silly expression Sokka had on his face, even though the music was way too loud; it was honestly giving her a headache, but it was okay. She looked out the window to see Zuko, another close friend, heading out of the Jasmine Dragon. He must've just finished work...

"Oh, it's Zuko!" she chirped, giving him a wave. Sokka said nothing, his singing quieting down to silence, but he pulled over anyways to say hi. He parked his car, and the two hopped out.

“Y/N!” Zuko ran over with a huge grin on his face, waving his hand as a greeting. “Nice to see you again! Oh... hi Sokka.” Zuko’s cheerful smile slowly morphed into one of distaste when he noticed that she had been with Sokka.

“Hey, Zuko,” Sokka acknowledged. Y/N turned to see that Sokka’s face also fell when his eyes met Zuko’s. Sokka slung an unnecessary protective arm over her shoulders, and Y/N cleared her throat to clear up the growing tension. Shaking Sokka’s arm off, she opened her mouth to speak.

"Is it cold out here or is it just me?" Y/N blurted, causing Zuko and Sokka to look at each other worriedly. Sokka pulled off his jacket to throw it onto her. He zipped it up, and met her eyes.

"It's not cold at all... you feeling okay?" Y/N nodded slowly, signaling that she was okay, so Zuko and Sokka dropped the subject. She could have sworn it was chilly out.

"Anyways," Sokka continued, heading into his car, "wanna go grab dinner together or something?” The other two nodded, also following Sokka into the car. Y/N hopped into the passenger seat, and Zuko was stuck in the back seats. She could tell he wasn’t happy with her sitting next to Sokka, but she ignored it. They were just being plain childish, and it was giving her a headache.

“Oh, Y/N,” Sokka started. “I went to-”

"Sokka, go left," Zuko interuppted. Sokka sighed and turned the wheel, following through with Zuko’s command. 

As the car turned, it pushed Y/N to the side of the car, forcing her to lean on the car door. Deciding not to get up, she nuzzled closer to the car window, her warm breath fogging it up. She blinked, trying to stop the growing sleepiness clouding her head. 

Y/N heard Sokka ramble on about his day in the background, and her eyes closed for a second... just a second. She was just so... exhausted...

"Hey... Y/N? Are you asleep?" Sokka's voice asked softly. He poked her side, making her slightly stir awake. She tried to lift her heavy eyelids. Wow, she felt so sluggish.

"What, is Sokka boring?" Zuko laughed, as Sokka gasped, offended. "I should have been the one driving next to her."

"Y/NNN- how could you fall asleep in the middle of my story?" Sokka shook Y/N awake with his free arm. "Come on, you can't leave me with Zuko."

"Hmm?" Y/N hummed quietly, letting them know she was awake. Her voice was raspy; she had a sore throat, but the boys seemed to wave it off as a symptom of sleepiness.

"Am I too boring for you?" Sokka asked.

"No, of course no-"

"So you're saying you'd be with Sokka rather than me?" Zuko accused.

"N-no-"

"So you'd rather be with Zuko?"

"What? You guys are arguing for no reason," she mumbled, but the two boys ignored her.

"Of course she'd rather be with me; she's just too nice to say that to your face," Sokka argued, his voice increasing in volume.

"No, then why would she fall asleep while you were talking? You're boring." Zuko's voice was also loud.

"Please stop," Y/N whispered, rubbing her temples, and this gesture didn’t go unnoticed. Sokka and Zuko froze at once, watching her with concern.

"You have a headache? Are you sick?" Sokka asked immediately. Y/N sighed and nodded.

"Is... that why you fell asleep- because you were sick?" Zuko added, and Y/N nodded again weakly, and sighed. Sokka reached out next to him and put his hand on her forehead.

"Y/N, you're burning up..." Sokka gasped.

"Let me see," Zuko mumbled, placing his hand on her forehead. He sighed. "Y/N, you feel really warm."

"I'm so sorry for waking you up- it would have been better for you to stay asleep," Sokka apologized.

"No, no. It's my fault." She shivered, pulling Sokka's jacket tighter. “If I knew I was sick, I shouldn’t have come with you guys.”

"Here, have my jacket, too." Zuko wrapped his jacket over her as well, draping it over her shoulders.

"She doesn't need more than one, Zuko," Sokka scoffed quietly. "Anyways, we can go home if you'd like?"

"Oh, no, don't worry about me! We can go get dinner or something, it's just a headache. It'll go away," she reassured them.

"I don't know..." Zuko said. "Maybe we can get something to eat at your house?" Sokka turned around, heading back towards Y/N's home.

"I agree, you need rest." Sokka looked at her in the mirror. "Sorry to break it to ya, but you don't look so good."

"Okay... if that's alright..." she said, and Sokka smiled.

Everyone arrived at Y/N's house, and Zuko helped you out.

"Shall we?" he asked, gently grabbing your hand.

"C'mon, Y/N," Sokka said, glaring at Zuko. He grabbed your other hand, and pulled you along.

"Y/N," Zuko muttered.

"Zuko, let go of her," Sokka said, warningly.

"Who do you think I am? I don't have to listen to you," Zuko snapped back.

"You guys are driving me insane, can't you both just shut up and get along?" Her voice now matched theirs in volume, and the two stopped arguing, looking apologetic.

Boy, were you lightheaded all of a sudden. She staggered on her feet, and she buried her face in her hands. Not now...

"What's wrong?" Sokka's voice immediately asked.

"Are... are we scaring you? We promise it's not going to get too serious..." Zuko sounded concerned. She could feel both of the boys' arms hovering around her body, trying to protect her, catch her if she fell, or give her reassurance.

"No, no..." she breathed. "I'm.. fine..." With that, she promptly passed out.

Both boys rushed to be the one who caught Y/N. Zuko scooped her up into his arms, and he carried her into her room, leaving Sokka alone.

Zuko gently laid her down onto her bed, pulling the blanket over her. With a swift kiss that he was tempted to do all evening, he got up and headed out the door.

"Well..." he said, glancing at Sokka. The atmosphere was now awkward, and neither boy was going to leave for a while...

Y/N woke up, and judging from her headache and how warm she felt, she wasn't any better. Groaning, she got out of bed, expecting to be alone, but she was wrong.

She opened her eyes to see two boys asleep on the couch. They had stayed...

Medicine was laid out for her on the counter, and she gladly took it.

"Y/N?" Zuko's voice croaked, making her jump.

"Oh, hey... I wasn't expecting you two to stay..." she said, and he rolled his eyes.

"Of course we stayed... you feeling better?" Concern was written all over his face.

"I still feel like trash..." she answered truthfully.

"Maybe I can kiss it better," Sokka said with a small, playful smile, now awake as well, and she laughed.

"Anyways, thank you both..." She gave a quick kiss on both of their foreheads, making both of them blush. "Now, get some rest at home... I'll be fine."

"No way, I'm staying," both said at the same time. Y/N sighed; there was no way of getting rid of them, and she loved them for that.

"Do you need anything?" Sokka asked, getting up to get her some water.

"Nah, I'm alright... we can watch a movie, though?" She flopped onto the couch, in between the two boys. She turned on the classic Meet the Robinsons and laid back.

Both boys rested their heads on her shoulders, and she laughed.

"You two are idiots, you're going to get sick." They shrugged, and she smiled.

LMAOBDJJEEK OKAY WHOO IM TIRED BUT I WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT

this is totally unedited too IM SORRY

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