#BUT THE REST. GIIIRL

[cute-chamomile]

The amount of fire putting off and defense of my code i did today. I even, kinda, lead a meeting. I should be given all the praise I think

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

releasing this from the hj discord dungeon because the public populace was in agreement also i'm chronically offline on tumblr and need to fix that for my chronically online ahh

[nanaslutt]

thinkin abt nanami teaching ino how to touch his pretty little girlfriend (you) and he is a little too into the idea..

MDNI

so maybe ino stretched the truth a bit when he said he had nooo ideaaa how to touch you, he’s just soooo inexperienced

can you blame him tho? the thought of nanami touching his sweet girlfriend while he praises ino for making you feel sooo good, how hes such a natural at this, has his cock fucking twitching in his pants

you were a little confused when ino said he “needed help making you feel good” when he always leaves you a shaking mess, but you can’t lie that you find nanami attractive and the thought of two men spoiling you rotten doesn’t sound half bad…so you didn’t question him

so here he is, between your legs; his tongue deep inside you; you’re laid back against nanamis hard chest and hes holding your leg open with one hand while he rubs your clit with the other, a scene pulled straight out of ino’s filthiest wet dreams

your back is arching and your twitching like crazy, moans slightly muffled as your head is turned into nanamis neck, tears forming on your lashes

“feel good sweetheart?” nanami asks you and there is practically hearts in ino’s eyes when you nod and nanami tells him how fucking good hes doing, telling him not to stop, abandoning his hold on your leg opting to grabbing ino’s hair by the roots and shove his head deeper into your pussy

and he fucking moans into you, eyes rolling back into his head as he humps into the bed not so subtly

making eye contact with nanami, and oh my goddd, he’s trying so hard not to cum in his pants, hes shaking his head back and forth against your wetness, fucking his tongue into you at an inhumane pace

“yesyesyes give it to her ino, you gonna cum baby?” he directs his question your way and you look so sweet, tears streaming down your face now, trying to tell them how close you are but your words keep getting interrupted by your moans :(((

“oh good fucking girl, gooood giiirl, ride his face, let it all out, we got you sweetheart” nanami coos

“𝘸𝘦 got you sweetheart” that was the final straw for ino, reminding him that 𝘯𝘰 this wasn’t a dream, and that the only man he’s ever seeking approval from is here staring into his fucking soul, watching him eat out his adorable girlfriend while he praises him and fuck fuck fuck-

he was amazed he could hold back long enough for you to cum as he whimpers and wines into your pussy, fucking the bed while a wet spot steadily grows on the front of his pants

“ino.” nanami yanks his hair up from where it was resting on the side of your thigh, he winced making eye contact with the older man

“so selfish, i don’t remember saying 𝘺𝘰𝘶 could cum, did i?”

the face ino was wearing looks scared.. almost remorseful, but his flushed face and heaving chest paired with his own rapid heartbeat pounding in his ears gave away his true feelings

[tiliqi]

Who is your oldest (like longest had) OC? When did you come up with them, or tell us what the inspiration was!

my oldest oldest OC is Diana, she's a sailor moon self-insert who's the princess of the entire galaxy (as opposed to usagi's pathetic reign over juuust the solar system lmao) and she was sailor star. To be fair thgouh, I did make her before i saw season 5 and that season ruined my entire lore and I kind of dropped sailor moon for a while after that akjfhkajsf but when i was 9 or 10 i started making this sailor moon season 6 comic where my oc was the main character obviously but i was also obsessed w like 5 other certoons and anime so it just all meshed together. also all the other characters wouldnt stop commenting on my character being sooo tomboyish and how she was seen as one of the boys and one conflict was her not wanting to be girly when she transforms... I WONDER WHAT THAT MEANT FOR ME.........🏳️‍⚧️

my oldest OC that i actually have like. well recorded inspo and history of (drew him lots, still use him sometimes) is saph.

he was my sonic self insert at first. in the very beginning he was sonic's long lost sister ♥ back then he used to work for eggman. also i only knew about sonic from sonic x and only the first 2 seasons existed in germany at the time i watched it, so i thought 1) shadow is one of eggmans minions 2) shadow is an ugly jerk and i hated him lol.

(the rest is under cut bc this came out suuuper long)

same story as last oc. at first trying hard to be girly, (also holy shit i found the poerfect img for this)

but that's uncomfortable so i'm making the oc edgy. (notice the "MALE NOSE!!!!") at this point the backstory was that he's a "clone" of sonic shadow and silver.

no wait even better. run around naked like the boy characters.

everyone always confusing the giiirl for a boooy and i genuinely got some hate for my character design bc i shipped him w shadow and wow u cant have a homo OCxCanon ship ewww lmao but oh well.

someone once dared me to do a genderbend and then i just changed the color from white to black and they were angry i didnt do a proper genderbend. while the anti version of the character was a proper girly girl with pink and sparkles and smiles and rainbows and skirts and frilly tops and stupid hairstyle. and ppl complained the anti looked more like a genderbend. (below is the "anti". i can't find the genderbend anymore)

for me it just was my first crack in the egg bc hey. i don't want to be preppy, i want to be emo. but im not allowed bc girls are not meant to be edgy. and im notally not projecting on the boy version of this character more than the girl one. nope.

with every year i reduced the hair pieces at the front lmao but ya after my egg cracked i focused more on making him cool andkeeping him gender neutral. Then i used him to prcess a lot of my ongoing hardships in life. the redesign also being bc of a big shift (well. yeah me transitioning socially lmao)

he's unfortunately associated a lot w that painful time so i don't use him a lot anymore

he came a long way though im proud of him. here's one of the most recent drawings together with his brother (also has lots of lore on how he happened but im not feeling like it rn to go on that tangent)

[jongbross]

Hello. Long time no see cutie. It's 🥞 anon. Life has been beating me up!! I hope you take good care of yourself! 🥰 Sooo yesterday was Nini's b-day 🥺 so I need to share this. What about him coming home all tired not wanting to see people for the rest of the day so you hold his bday inside. You cook him something then offer to help him wash. You get into the shower together and peck his face from time to time while massaging his scalp with his favourite shampoo. He keeps his hands on your waist to stabilize and when you get closer to him you feel him getting hard. So you slowly push him against the wall and slide his cock between your folds. He shudders but you keep washing him like nothing happened so he goes along with it for as long as he can. After you put conditioner in his hair you insist that you need to shave his face while he tries to get you out of the shower so you can move on to other things 😳 but you're not done teasing. Get him against the wall shush him with a kiss and put some shaving cream on that face. Start shaving him while you put only the tip of his dick inside and see him fight for his life 😉 He'd be sooo pretty trying to stay still with your hand holding him by the neck so he doesn't get cut, breathing all ragged from the way your body feels glued to his. He'd try to push more into you but to no avail cuz he s stuck between the wall and your hips. You see him getting increasingly frustrated and fidgety while trying to not get all of him inside you cuz he feels so good. You ask him if he's good and he whimpers instead of actually forming an answer. His hands would grip the shit out of you so he can contain himself a little longer. Tell him how cute and obedient he is for you and how you're gonna love him for the rest of your days and see him get all shy and soft. Ugh! Imagine how pent up he is when you put the blade down and slam the rest of his cock inside you. Tell him to cum for you and he s done for. One stroke baby 🫠 He shudders and muffles his moan against your neck while he gives you his cum like you asked for. Anything for his girl 🥰 Clean him up and wish him a happy birthday to see that gorgeous smile blooming on his face. Giiirl... I miss reading new Nini fics. 🥞 anon out. 🙃

OKAY BUT LIKE WHAT WHEN WHO WHY??????

omg, anon..... omg... now this is what i call a comeback!! WELCOME BACK, BESTIE!!!!

[lilmajorshawty]

Giiirl, you’re back 💖 I love your blog, your astrology posts are always so detailed and in depth ✨

Can I ask you, please, interpretation of this aspect?

My Mars opposite his Pluto and his Mars opposite my Pluto. Can it indicate violence in a relationship? How people can overcome negative aspects of this placement?

Thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Love youuuu!

And I’d be able to answer this in better detail in a synastry chart reading! Mars opposite Pluto on its own in a synastry chart is not bad but how jt plays out depends on the planets involved and the rest of the chart. In a surface level it can mean mutual obsession that fluctuates in intensity meaning it has hot and cold moments

[unoolih]

I'd also recommand checking out "Cute Demon Crashers", if you're looking for something short and light-hearted

Granted, there is only one sapphic route (Mirari), the mc is a girl, or at the very least fem-presenting, and all of the rest is mainly for a wlm audience.

However!

I don't recall the idea of normalcy being even brought up in Mirari's route. At most, the reaction from the MC is basically a "Huh. Why not?". And that's about it. There's no "OoOoOOoh bUt we'RE bOoth Giiirls!!!"

There is also one very brief, secret ending that you might enjoy! But I wonder if you don't need to achieve all routes beforehand...

AND, the game really focus on the idea of consent, from a to z: you'll hear: "No pressure!" often. You can stop the intimate scenes whenever you want, if this is an aspect that worries you.

"why isn't there any good LGBT rep in games??" because you don't use itch io and don't believe art made by smaller teams is worth anything or you think nsfw art is an inherent moral failing. Go play a 20 minute porn game made by a depressed transfem lesbian and then maybe you'll calm down

[sword-faerie]

I'm going through this weird and very exciting time where I'm asking myself a lot of new questions and thinking about things in a different light and as beneficial as it is, ooooooh it makes me tired.

I used to get overwhelmed every single day and after I started reading this book and reprioritized everything truly important and killed off all of the rest it's felt like I have more energy. Now I'm tired but a good tired and genuinely not overwhelmed. And it took 27 years to get here.

I get more done, my days are full, I'm more present, I get 8 hours of sleep on average. I'm doing nearly all of my hobbies. I feel happier, gentler, softer. Even though, thinking about all this can get tiring, I'm really proud.

I often have to take a break and stop learning and just put things into practice. The 75 hard challenge kinda forces you to.

negative symptoms include kinda needing even more quiet and more often than usual and less physical touch unless I initiate it. but joy comes quick and I feel really content in my schedule.

cool thing about these are everyone already knows I prefer quiet spaces so it's not biggie for me to indulge a little more in securing that and number two, physical touch, giiirl.....

So I haven't wanted to do much sexually or penetratively to be more specific because it's just not what I wanna be feeling rn so my bf took that as an excuse to offer me head only all the time and ladies and gentleman I must admit we are actually experiencing some near heaven like circumstances

I'm so...

[mrs-march-ahs]

something fluffy for eddie? idk if you write for him BUT you should because he’s amazing and you’re amazing and I need some eddie fics from my favourite writer <3 ily

Being Eddie Munson’s Girlfriend :)

this was SO fun :D certainly up for doing a part 2, or a fluffy short if anyone has any cute ideas :)

enjoy<3

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-Eddie is an absolute crow for little trinkets and little things so he would bring you a lot of things that remind him of you

-Definitely picks you flowers on the way home if he was away

-When Eddie’s nervous he messes around with his hands, fiddling with his fingers or spinning his rings around, taking them off his fingers and putting them on other ones etc

-Sometimes you notice, and you want to calm his nerves, so you hold his hand

-He loves holding your hand and he always rubs your hand with his thumb

-Always

-He loves having your hand on his lap because then he gets to play with your rings! :)

-When you’re not wearing any he’ll still fiddle with your fingers

-You have some friends over together and you’re sat on Eddie’s lap, and he’s playing with your fingers

- “I like your naaails, giiirl”, he says in a slightly high-pitched voice. “You gotch your naaails done?”

- “Eddie stop”

-Eddie literally looooves watching you do your hair and makeup

-If you’re going out together he absolutely insists that he’ll be ready within a few minutes so he waits for you to be almost ready first

-But that’s just an excuse to sit cross legged on his bed while you sit with your makeup laid out on the floor in front of his mirror

-He rests his head on his arm and watches you with heart eyes

-Probably doesn’t know the name of most makeup

- “I like your…” (imitates your eyeliner wing) “Your schwoop”

- “You look like you’re blushing, you’re so cute” (pinches your cheeks)

- God forbid you ever do anything dark, like purple eyeshadow or black lipstick

- “Rock ‘n’ roll as fuck babe”

-Eddie definitely has a silver thin chain necklace that he never takes off, so you’re always welcome to take anything from his jewellery apart from his rings and his one (1) chain

-He’ll surprise you with a matching chain just like his

- “So technically we’re engaged, because I gave you jewellery”

-If you make him a pastel or even bright pink glittery bead bracelet it will not come off his wrist

-If he ever broke it he’d cry

-Also Eddie loves calling you by your last name

- "Well well well, is that you Miss Jenkins? You're looking hot tonight"

- "Come here, Miss Y/L/N"

-Pet names include: darlin', angel, sweetheart, bunny, buns, gorg

-PDA

-PDA PDA PDA PDA

-ALWAYS on his lap, because where else?

-Always holding his hand, because why not?

-If your shoulder doesn’t smell like his armpit yet then he hasn’t had his arm around you enough today

-Obviously Eddie smokes a lot, and he doesn’t particularly want you to smoke, but it really turns him on if you do

-Wants to blow smoke in your mouth and vice-versa

-If you let him blow smoke in your mouth ONCE that man will grab your face, smushing your cheeks to part your lips, and blow smoke in your mouth every time he smokes a cigarette

-Or blunt, if you allow it

-Not related to relationships but Eddie definitely jiggles his leg when he sits

-Man can’t sit still

-If you’re sat on his lap he’ll still do it

-😏

not tagging anyone?? let me know if you want to be in an eddie taglist please

[arziaisfrench]

▪︎ IPKKND Ep 25 recap : Arnav invites Khushi in his house

> Arnav dreams of Khushi for the first time. He entered her nights just after their third meeting (ep9). Yeap, she dreamed of him first hehe

"My driver is not your servant. You will send me these reports at my house."

Isn't it interesting how Arnav pretends to want to push Khushi away, but here he is, not only asking for her number to his actual girlfriend but also make sure she'll enter his home?! Hmm 👀

Khushi is shoked to see him actually taking care of his plants with so much attention, dedication and how he obeys to his sister too. She gets to see another side of him that she didn't imagine possible at all haha 😅

"Khushi Gumari Gupta. I won't let you rest so easily." Arnav gives another task to Khushi. I think that new challenge is a way for Asr to makes sure he pushes her away but to Arnav, it's a way to get to know her more, to get closer ! Remember, if you want to understand that man, you need to find at least two meanings to his actions !

He's sly lol, but don't worry I'll try my best to explain everything, at least my own perception of what I think I understood lol !

The contradictions between Arnav and Asr are getting more and more obvious. His mind (Asr) wants her out of his life as soon as possible, while is heart (Arnav, the man & Choete, the little boy) wants her closer.

When they hold each other, when their eyes locked, you can feel how the energy between them is now different from before. Both has a very intense realization about how the other make them feel last night. And it changed everything. Arnav might reject his feelings while Khushi denies hers, but their eyes can't lie. They get lost in each other eyes for few minutes. Time doesn't exist nor the world outside them during their "moments".

Ugh their chemistry is just so good ! Arnav is already lost in her eyes. Khushi can sense he looks at her differently !! She is so confused but she also won't dare to try to think too much of his stares.

The way they are holding into each other uuuuugh my heart can't handle this !!! 🥰

They are feeling something so strongly, and somehow they are trying at the same time to understand why it's happening and what it is. That's what the scene is all about ! Their eyes also seem to ask the other if they feel the same too. And them touching each other always had an effect on them : an electric and magnetic pull. When they stare at each other while touching, that electric pull creates lighting, that light is pulling them away from the darkness of their respective world. (look how they grab each other)

Arnav lets her enter his house and therefore takes the risk of her meeting his family, consciously or not, he made that choice. And i already wrote many times already lol, his actions speak louder than his mean words to her !

I love how Anjali already noticed Khushi and Arnav subtle eyes interactions ! I really feel like she the one who noticed first their mutual attraction (beside Arnav and Khushi themselves obviously).

Oh course Khushi had to make an awful mistake and proves Asr she is not worth Arnav's trust (even if he didn't gave her any of his trust yet lol) ...

This is definitely her fault even if she didn't have ill intentions. Why would you speak about his private life to his grandma? Giiirl you shoud've know better ! 😐

[tllgrrl]

Excerpt from upcoming SarahBucky AU - HALLELUJAH

A photoset/moodboard was created, and I asked, and received, permission to write for it. All I’ll say for now is that this is my first Piano Bar AU. Sarah and her fellow Grown-assed Woman friends get together for a drink or two and…

The Setting: The Lighthouse Bar & Grill, in New Orleans. Inherited and run by Sam Wilson, who co-owns the bar and the building it’s in, with his sister Sarah Wilson-Casper, a widow and mother of two young boys.

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“Hold on. You all seein’ this?” Aymie points a well manicured nail at Sarah, then tilts her head indicating the front of the barroom.

“Giiirl, yes! Watch him try not to look over here.”

“And he’s fine, too!” Dee says just loud enough for the other women to hear. “I mean—“

“Mmmm-HMM! How can you miss those—“

“Arms!” / “Shoulders!” / “That Chest!”, each woman giving a different answer at the same time, but all ending together, adding, “and those Eyes!”

“What!?” Sarah demands, taking a sip of her drink and trying to maintain a poker face but feeling herself get warm.

She knew exactly who they were talking about, and she saw him the minute she walked in the door. The man at the piano is the man who was taking kegs off the delivery truck (like they weighed no more than a 12 ounce can each) when she stopped by earlier to take inventory. The man built like…and with those eyes like...

‘What? What are you all talking nonsense about?”

“Girl?!? Please. We know you know he keeps looking at you.”

“It’s like he’s trying to catch your eye, but he’s tryin’ to be sly about it.”

“Yeah, he’s tryin alright! Hard. Look at him. All cute…”

“I don’t even know what…” Sarah takes another sip, trying to look chill, “…or who—“

“The Piano Player!” they all whisperyell at the same time, wide eyes all pinning her in place so she can’t move.

“Don’t play dumb, Sarah. It’s unbecoming—“ Aisha says before she tilts her head back and tosses some popcorn into her mouth.

“Unbecoming??? You sound like my 80 year old TiTi Lee, ma’am!”

“Just go on up there and sing, Sarah!” Charlie says, crossing her arms and glaring.

Dee chimes in, crossing her arms and joining in with the glaring. “And give him your phone number—“

“And your panti—“

“Hush, Tasha!!” Dee giggles, looking around. “Act like you have some sense and Home Training up in here. Besides, Sarah’s not brazen…” she finishes her drink and flags down the server, “…like you—“

“Brazen?!” Tasha says, deadpan, looking over her glasses at Dee. “Heifer, please! Miss Gives The Limo Driver Her Business Card!!” They all burst out laughing and Sarah does as well.

(There she is.)

He doesn’t hear the exchange between the women over at the table, but seeing her smile makes him smile to himself as he continues to play the previous request.

“Sarah, sing something, please. Before these two embarrass us all,” Aymie pleads while laughing at her friend’s antics.

“Come on!”

“Pleeeeease?”

‘You know you want to! It’s your turn!”

“Alright!” She stands, waves her hand and points at the entire table, calling over to Sam, “And I’m telling Sam you’re all cut off!”

“Like hell!” Tasha cackles. “Sam!? Another round….on Sarah’s tab!!”

“Amen!” / “Yes ma’am!” / ‘That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!” the women clap at Sarah.

“Now get on over there and chirp, girl!”

She takes her cocktail, gulps the rest of it, and makes her way over to the piano…

To be continued…

(Addendum: Read the whole story HERE.)

(Hey, @idontgettechnology! Thanks again.)

[seraphemin]

wish I were (pt4)

  harry calls reader drunk to pick him up, later on finding him sat at her piano and playing a little song

masterlist

‘heather’ by conan gray WARNINGS - ANGST, swearing, fluff WORD COUNT - 4,418

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   Just fine is how I was feeling. I was lucky enough to be able to get started straight away with a new song to work on from a different artist. Practicing new instruments and talking to new clients have been what I've thrown myself into for the past 3 weeks.

Though drowning myself into work has kept me busy and given me excuses to ignore the hundreds of calls and texts from Harry, it felt like months had pass instead of only one. I seem to forget more about them and only remember the look on his face when I turn my back on him and left. Instead of memorizing chords and words, my brain can only comprehend the words we said and the last time I felt his touch or embrace. When I want to remind myself of what he did, the moment on the balcony is the first thing that comes to my mind and I curse myself for it.

I missed him, of course I did. As I sit in front of my laptop with an opened tab on a recording program, I am instead met with another creator's block and thinking about Harry again. Two points of thought that I hate being stuck in at the moment. The empty bags and containers of snacks and my dinner surround me and I'm wrapped in a blanket while a sad playlist is playing on spotify. It was a depressing sight.

But I can only image the state that Harry's in. After everything, I still miss and care about him, wondering if he's excited about the album release tomorrow or if he's hydrated and taking the fact that I've chose to walk out of his life better than I am. It's pathetic really, but it's part of it and I can only hope to learn to live without him through time. If that is something I can even think of doing in the first place.

He hasn't called or text throughout the whole day though. I didn't want it to bother me but it did, even if it was time away that I'm asking for. I glanced at the black screen of my phone, pressing the button to turn it on. 12:23 AM and no notifications.

'i do love you, i'm sorry' one day ago. This is a good sign. This should be a good sign.

I sighed, forcing myself to turn away from my phone and focus on finishing this piece. The instrumentals are there and the rhythm is set, but coming up with lyrics prove to be difficult when I feel physically and emotionally drained.

It was late anyways. I would of been asleep by now to get ready for tomorrow, but it was most likely made clear I wouldn't be celebrating with the gang. I told Jeff the excuse that I had a meeting up north for the valid reason, even though everyone already knows what happened between the two best friends. A lunch with Sara and Mitch a week ago started off normal and pleasant as always, but had ended with Mitch bringing up Harry and me leaving abruptly.

"He's a mess. Hasn't left his house and has been ignoring everyone all week. We don't know what really happened between you two, but it's obvious that you haven't been the same as well."

The mention was enough to irk me. "Can we not right now?"

"Look even though we care about you, it's still non of our business to get involved. But it's still our jobs to see that when someone we care about is bothered by something, we make sure they are aware of it. Both of you aren't happy and should simply talk about it."

"It's not that simple Sara, he's too stubborn."

"It doesn't have to be now, but eventually. You yourself know that what you two have is way too special to just walk away from."

"Yeah well what if it's not? What if it's just not what everyone expects it to be? That even if we somehow make it work throughout everything, he's just going to run off to someone else again who'll just be better in so many ways."

"He's not the type of person to do that and you know it."

"I thought I did."

With my head rested on my hand, I feel my eyes droop. The instrumental of the song played on repeat on the program as I try to come up with words. Heartbreak and insecurities are the only topics that come to mind with the upbeat sound. I close my eyes for bit, letting the first stage of sleep take it's toll while my brain works overtime producing lines of rhymes.

But my ringtone drives me out of it. I only force my eyes open when I pick up my phone and answer the call, not thinking of who could be the only possible human being to call me at this hour. I sighed, pausing the recording and saving it. "Hello?"

"Hiiiii love! Karl told me I should call someone because I've had too much apparently. Can you please tell him that I'm a grown man that can handle my alcohol?" Shit.

"Harry- wait hold on, you're drunk now? Don't you have... who are you with?" My voice was tired and already raspy. It took longer than needed to process what was actually happening.

"Oh just all by my lonesome self at first... imagined you here a few times but I know that wasn't true, but Karl the bartender is here now!" His voice was muffled and almost drowned out by the sound of a pub. His words were slurred and I can only rub my temples at the situation he's already put me in.

"Why did you call me for this."

"Well my phone's dead and you're the number I memorized." He said softly after hearing my tone. I shouldn't, but he's drunk and alone.

"I'll call Mitch-"

"Only want you. Please?" I can imagine him pouting and I was too tired to argue with him.

"I can't do this right now..."  

"Bubs, my head is starting to hurt and everyone is not being nice. Except Karl, Karl is a nice dude."

Maybe if I wasn't overworked and sleep deprived at the moment, I would of been in the righter state of mind. But the other half of me that worried about his state took the opportunity to see him once again.

"Where are you, Harry?"

***

It was easy to find a drunk Harry Styles at a pub. A small local one that we've been too once or twice in the past, enjoying each other's company over a glass after studio hours. And there he was again, sat at the stools we'd sit on and wallowing to Karl the bartender.

"Hey." I placed a hand on his shoulder after making my way through the small crowd that gathered around him that's been listening into his conversation. His eyes light up when he turns around and sees me, while I take in how disheveled he looks. His curls are messy and his bloodshot baggy eyes tells me he's been crying for a while.

"You're here." He mutters softly after he takes a moment to register that it's actually me. I only give him a small nod in confirmation, feeling that heart ache as he pulls me into a hug. "I'm sorry." I hear when he nuzzles into my neck, most likely apologizing when he sees how tired and unwell i am as he does.

"It's okay, come on let's get you home." I managed to let out, pulling away, guiding him out of his seat and away from the bar. "Oh okay, bye Karl! Keep the change." I send the bartender a grateful smile to which he returns with a pity look on his face.

"Just hold my hand Harry okay?" I tell him when I remember how clingy he gets when intoxicated. He doesn't hesitate to do so as we make our way through the crowd and out of the building.

I managed to get him in the passenger's seat without much interaction, now in the driver's seat and cursing at myself when I realized I didn't have enough gas to take him to his house. I didn't have the energy to go to the gas station this late.

"Are you crying..." He asks, pouting when I placed my face in my hands, taking deep breaths. "Please don't be sad, love." I shook my head, counting in my head as I felt Harry lean over and watch me.

"How many did you have?" I asked when I built up the will not to cry and turned on the ignition.

"Didn't bother counting, didn't matter." I kept my eyes in front of me as I drove while I felt his still on me.

"I would beg to differ. Shouldn't be my responsibility anyways." I quickly countered, noting the sharp tone in my voice and the frown I could imagine on his face.

"I'm sorry...I really wanted to see you."

"Hmm, and getting wasted and being an inconvenience is the way to get my attention." There was a second of silence and I glanced at him to check if he was still conscious, only to see that frown and his head hung in shame. My eyes trailed to the pearl necklace tucked into his sweater, as well as a yellow ribbon tied where it clasps together.

The grip I had on the wheel loosened but I sighed as I hated how guilty I felt after, aware how difficult it was to be mad when he was hurt. "That was harsh..."

"Nooo, I deserve it. I really do because I was mean to you and I don't ever want to be mean to you. Because it hurts me too ya know? More than it did when you walked away...I'm sorry that I hurt you."

I didn't say anything after that, spending the rest of the car ride back to my place in silence.

***

"You don't have to be rich, to be my giiirl. You don't have to be cool to rule my wooorld..."

My annoyance conflicted with the flutters my heart was feeling as Harry was softly singing all the way from my car to my sofa, hand held and clinging to my side the whole time. He plopped down, immediately taking a pillow. "Ain't no particular sign, I'm more compatible wiiith- hey you have that record right? Can you put it on pretty please?"

"It's 2AM, I'm not putting on a record right now." I took off my shoes and coat, graciously doing the same for him when he pouts and rests his head back on the couch. "Aw, you used to not care about that before. Is it because of your neighbors terrible taste of music to blast so late at night?"

"What?" I rubbed my eyes, standing up and going to the kitchen. I couldn't hear his mumbled response, but I returned with a glass of water to see him humming with his eyes closed. He cuddled the pillow close to him and I rolled my eyes, almost laughing at how he was tapping his foot along with the song he was playing in his head.

"Here..." He holds his hand out expectantly and I gave it to him. He takes a drink while I place his coat over the coffee table and go to get him an extra pillow and blanket.

"Oh everything hurts." He whines as I place the pillow down on the end of the couch. "My heart mostly, but that's so cheesy of me isn't it? Yours probably hurts more m' sorry...wish I could take it away."

It wasn't just his naïve words that had my eyes start welling up with tears, but it was also the realization of how he can easily break me down. I couldn't last a whole month without being there when he needs someone, when I was the one who wanted to leave. It was also probably the realization that I had grabbed the same blanket we used to set that little picnic in the studio.

"Wish I didn't cause it in the first place." He added, which led to me sitting down on the chair next to the couch, holding onto the blanket a little longer as delirium was starting to set in.

"I don't think we should have this conversation now, Harry... this is so unfair." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"It is, but I'm scared I won't get another chance." My silence gave him the answer he was already aware of.

"What exactly do you want another chance of Harry, enlighten me." I closed my eyes for a minute, only to open them to see Harry looking at me in a different way. It's different, but I've noticed it before.

"Loving you." He's hesitant with his next words, most likely having sobered up a little. "I hadn't seen Heather for a few days after you left, told her later on about what happened. Took your advice though, talked to her and everything. It just wouldn't work out in the end...couldn't see myself with her in the future."

"But now you do with me?" I softly muttered, holding myself back from reaching out to him. He only nods, having that guilty look on his face because he's fully aware he doesn't deserve it. My droopy eyes are glued to his and that damn pearl necklace, too many thoughts in my head to come up with one whole response.

"Should of just called Mitch. You're an idiot for giving yourself a hangover on your release day." I finally said after a moment of silence.

"Hmm? Oh that, no that's not happening." He says casually, playing with the embroidery on the pillow he was hugging.

"What do you mean?"

"I've postponed the album thingy indefinitely or something."

"Aren't you finished with it?"

"I mean it's got 12 songs and everything but I don't know if it's really finished, I don't know." He shrugs and I'm almost annoyed by how calm nonchalant he is about it.

"You never know things Harry."

"And I hate it, I knooow! I don't know why I can't just figure it out and I hate that I'm hurting you because of it." He frowns, rubbing his eyes. "But I do know now that I love you. Really love you. Maybe if I figured that out sooner, you wouldn't hate me bubs."

I fiddle with my fingers, given up on trying to collect all my thoughts together a long time ago as I can only allow myself to take in his words and listen. He was right, in any other situation where I wasn't tired and delirious, I probably wouldn't even be in the same room as him. So here I was again, allowing myself to hurt in order to make sure he's taken care of.

Maybe it's what I deserve though. He left Heather because of me. I caved into myself at the though that I ruined the relationship of two people who loved each other simply because I didn't get the memo. She is everything in his eyes, he's proven that, so why didn't I just leave them be?

"Ugh, you probably hate me calling you that now but you know I won't stop cause you are my bubs! Like how I'm you're H. Oh... well, you stopped calling me that so...maybe not anymore but I want to be. Can I be your H again please, I miss that too." My thoughts were cut off  when he continued, finding him now lying down with his eyes closed.

"Maybe one day." I reassured him hesitantly. We would of stayed friends, we wouldn't of had to fall apart, if I had just left him alone.

"Was a weird nickname anyways, just a letter." He mumbles as I stood up, laying the blanket over him while he still holds onto the pillow.

"You sort of gave it to yourself though, get some sleep Harry."  I managed to get out, facing away from him to hide the tear that fell. He should be trying to fix his relationship with her and not me.

"Yeah, but you just started calling me it and I fell in love with it." I take one more look at him before I shut my door, seeing his face nuzzled into the pillow and the glint of a small smile on his face as he drifts off to sleep.

***

8:23. I slept around 2 and woke up 7 hours later to faint piano keys. I took in the soft melody, not recognizing it but enjoying it for a second before I forced myself to sit up and rub my eyes, realizing how dry my skin was from crying. It was definitely a sad song made up of only four chords and a fitting way to start the day as I remember the person who is most likely playing it.

I didn't want to face him, my head feeling too mushed to deal with anything else other than work. It was a weird situation to realize, the man I fell in love with and broke my heart is playing piano after I took him in when he was drunk. He tells me he officially breaks up with Heather after realizing he loves me.

He loves me?

No he doesn't. He should still love her, should be trying to get back to her now that I'm out of the picture. But he hasn't been trying too for the past month, focused on me this whole time. But why?

I snapped myself out of those thoughts quickly, knowing how terrible the following ones would be. I didn't want to think about it anymore, wanting to forget and move on. And as I quietly open my door and peaked out onto my apartment, I see his mess of curls sat on my keyboard with the blanket wrapped around him. He was considerate enough to lower the volume at least.

I took a deep breath and walked out quietly, leaning against the door frame as I continue to listen. "Part of the album, has some of your lyrics in it." He says when he notices my presence.

"Hmm. You told me that you've postponed it." I crossed my arms as he finishes the song with a long note. I see him nod, now looking down at his hands on his lap before adjusting the blanket to fully encase him.

"Yeah I did. It didn't feel right, putting something out there that I should be proud of, but you not being there to be happy with. You not wanting too in there first place, when you put your heart and soul into it, all because of me."

I frown, looking away from him when his intense eyes met mine. "It's too early Harry..."

"You told me it wasn't a good time last night too, so when is?" He huffs and I roll my eyes.

"I don't know after I have my fucking coffee?" I scoffed, uncrossing my arms and heading towards the kitchen. I hear him sigh, not saying anything else as I prepare a cup for myself, already annoyed and stressed out. I felt him staring at me while I avoided making eye contact, rubbing my temples.

"I'm sorry if I was trouble." He says, still sat down on the keyboard with the blanket wrapped around him.

"You're sorry for a lot of things." I sighed, pouring coffee into my cup.

"I am. But I don't know how to really apologize to you when you won't even let me talk to you."

I placed my cup down, suddenly forgetting about my coffee and finally looked at him. "Well what do you expect Harry? After everything you think I'm just going to trust you again? I told you I was done, I wanted to walk out of your life."

"But you picked me up. You still care, that still has to means something." He's frustrated now, desperate even and it only frustrates me more.

"Ah yes, decent morality to not leave an A list celebrity drunk in room full of strangers. That really dumb of you to do by the way, without any bodygaurds- what were you thinking?" I said, noticing how he was fiddling with the pearls that hung around his neck.

"The past month has been hell for me and all I wanted to do was see you. I feel so fucking guilty and sad and it's eating me up because I know I don't deserve any sort of reassurance from you. But at the same time, I so badly just want you back and I'm sorry for how selfish and arrogant I am." He was crying and I soften a little because of it. He tries holding it in, looking down as he quickly wipes away the tears that fall. I don't bother hiding mine anymore, having gotten used to it by now and I was tired of it.

"I've been in pain since December. Four months that you put me through so can blame me when I just want it to stop? I am so exhausted because no matter how much I throw myself into work, all I can think about is you and loving you."

"But I love you too, shouldn't that be enough to try again?" It should of been and he knows. Maybe if he realized it sooner, during his birthday, things would be different.

"You've proven that it's not." I say disappointingly, willing myself to walk over and sat down next to him, looking ahead at my piano in front of me. "I don't know what to do anymore Harry. Why can't you let me have this? Let me move on."

"Cause you and I both know we can't leave each other, too emotionally attached. I need you in my life bubs, everything sucks when you're not in it." I laugh a little at that, because it was true in a fucked up way.

"That's so unfair, why did you have to hurt me?" I hesitantly lay my head on his shoulder before he droops the other end of the blanket around me.

"I know most of my relationships don't last. Deep down I've always loved you but I couldn't let myself fall for you because I didn't want to ruin us. The thought of us breaking up and never seeing each other again just terrified me because I never wanted to lose you, ever. But I fucked up and managed to do so anyways, and I hate myself every day as much as you do." He starts playing the song again as he speaks, but it plays it down a key and slower.

"I don't hate you, can't bring myself too, but you shouldn't of been afraid to talk to me. You know who I am, we would of worked through it no matter what." He nods, followed by only the sounds of the piano melody.

"I'm in love with you." I hear him say softly after a little while out of the blue. It catches me off guard, finding it so foreign to hear those words come from him.

I let out a soft self deprecating chuckle. "No you don't. You care about me, but you don't love me. Probably saying this out of guilt or spur of the moment type thing and I can understand that, but you love Heather. She's good for you, perfect even."

"But I fell in love with you. She's not you." His brows are furrowed together as he frowns.

"Yeah, I'm not her." The small glint of my smile quickly fades and he notices it.

"What I did during my speech was very shitty. Gemma pointed it out to me right away and it's one of the biggest things I ever regret doing." He stops playing when he sees me deep in thought, slowly taking my hand to test the waters. "But I need you to understand what I said was true, that you are such an important person to me. You are beautiful, and kind, patience, and just so fucking good to me, love. I want to cherish you because it's what you deserve and I will deal with as much rejection for you to forgive me and give me another chance. It's worth every heartbreak if it means I get to love you again."

I find myself in an intimate situation, looking into his eyes at such a close proximity, our faces only inches away from each other. I was pleading to him with my eyes, begging him not to hurt me again while the look on his face was one I used to be familiar with. He was frozen while the fear that it would only just happen again held me back from moving. His eyes fluttered down to my lips, as if asking for permission and my head was refusing it. But every other part of me wanted to feel those lips again. I looked down at his, my hand taking hold of his and placing it on my chest to where my heart is before he made the move to finally press our lips together in a small kiss.

I wanted to sob because it felt right. I felt the butterflies again and the complete state of satisfaction. This time was gentle as well, but Harry put so much love into the kiss, cupping my cheek with his other hand when he feels how fast my heart was beating.

It only took a second more before I slowly pulled away, still tightly holding his hand against my heart as he could sense my doubt. "It's going to take some time okay? Probably a long time but you caused me a lot of heartbreak. But I never stopped loving you H, as much as I didn't want too anymore." I said seriously, and his eyes lits up with hope. Holding back his smile as much as he could while he nods because he heard that little nickname again.

"I'll give you as much time and space as you need, thank you. I love you so much bubs." He pulls me into a hug, nuzzling his face into my neck and I feel instantly calmer because of it. I rest my head on his shoulder while he mumbles sweet words into my skin.

"Promise I'll be good to you."

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A/N: :o it’s complete. I finished it yay! I’m so proud with how this series came out and I genuinely hope you guys do as well. I’ve started my semester and it’s going to be hectic so writing will take longer to come out, but there will be future stories that I’m really looking forward to writing and sharing :)

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[atlantis-scribe]

whoo okay for the character thing: atlantis. as in, the city itself, as a character, if you're okay with that. and/or john, which seemed almost too easy to go for first thing, but i would still love to hear your thoughts. <3

hi there inge!! don't worry I'll do both because you trying to pick my brain is such an honor (also no one else asked for john yet booo)

ATLANTIS

first impression: tbh the fics spoiled me so much because when I finally watched the show I was a bit disappointed that the city wasn't really as sentient and 'alive' as some of the stories out there made me believe. I think they missed a shiny opportunity there (but hey, we pick up where canon left off right? *wink)

impression now: I LOVE THIS BITCH! 'but Kit,' you may ask, 'how much do you love her?' well. I was JUST ABOUT to have a tattoo of a minimalist map of Atlantis before the pandemic hit, so I'd say the love is pretty great (don't worry, I'm still gonna get it I just need to sort a few things out with the friend I was gonna get the tattoo with, so as soon as our schedules align and he stops bailing on me, I'm gonna have Atlantis on my skin for the rest of my natural life)

favorite moment: ughhh it's hard to pick between the one from Rising and when they left Lantea to flee the replicators BUT. if I have to really choose I'd say the latter because it's really the first time we become truly aware that Atlantis is a spaceship, you know? their home is made to be among the stars (but in the interest of staying true to the Atlantis-As-A-Character mindset, I find Quarantine so funny because giiirl come ooonn why are you initiating the lockdown protocol for no reason?? you're smarter than that! you're sabotaging McKay's love life!! hahah)

idea for a story: ohmygosh so many!! I actually have another series in mind that is my way of dealing not only with the concept of Sentient!Atlantis but also with my hang-ups & misgivings regarding the Ancients as a race and the whole deal with the Ori (from SG-1). I don't know when I'm gonna actually start taking it seriously but since I don't think my love for the show(s) is waning any time soon I think we'll get there eventually (for now, Stargate Oblivion is the only outlet for my Atlantis love and while it isn't the only focus of that fic it is pretty integral)

unpopular opinion: I've mentioned this a few times in this blog but I really don't think Atlantis is 'alive' in a human kind of way or even in a conventional AI way, either. she's always gonna be 'alien' so to put her in a neat box where we give her Earth attributes and assume she loves ATA gene carriers like her children/lover(s) is just too easy for me. I need more moral ambiguity and cosmic+eldritch-ness to it.

favorite relationship(s): w/ the command triumvirate (i.e. Rodney, John, and Elizabeth) the men are pretty self-explanatory but Elizabeth is also very important to me because this is the city's governess! her captain!! (can you imagine if instead of punting her out via a space gate they made her part of Atlantis? like in a pseudo-symbiotic kind of way?? that would've been so cool to see! ethically horrifying but eh, they might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb lol)

favorite headcanon: I just really like the idea that Atlantis is unnerved by John because he's too much like the people who created (and abandoned) her :)

JOHN

first impression: the early Stargate BFNs were sooo good at writing John's drawl-y inner monologue & voice that 'Laconic Little Shit with Terrible Posture' is pretty much how I saw John Sheppard those first few weeks of reading fic. I decided early on that even if I'm not gonna like him that much when I finally watch the show, the fact that he's an adrenaline junkie who likes ferris wheels & football and who took American Military Repression to another galaxy is a guarantee that he is My Kind of Weird.

impression now: John's ultimately become the mouthpiece and vessel of my fanworks not only because he's the best vehicle for my Rodney Love but also because his personality and mindspace is the easiest for me to slip into. I relate to him the most and while that doesn't necessarily mean I love him unconditionally (in fact there are more times when I want to pick him up and shake him like a maraca for the decisions he makes) it does give me a deep and sort-of intrinsic understanding of his character that --- while sometimes painful --- gives me hope for a happy and fulfilling life for people like Sheppard and myself

favorite moment: it changes on a monthly basis but lately I keep finding myself marinating in the feels brought by, "Do me a favor. When Atlantis shows up, tell them I said goodbye." (granted Rodney's reaction was hilarious but that line still hit me with 50 points of emotional damage)

idea for a story: heh. really, there's too many to mention. but the first long one-shot I have planned for 2022 is about an AU Sheppard showing up in Atlantis tho so that should be fun

unpopular opinion: hmm probably that I just can't see him being the head of the expedition. he has shown leadership skills in canon but having him be where the buck stops is a little too reaching (also among the reasons why I still have trouble properly reading Written by the Victors)

favorite relationship: McShep aside, his friendships with Teyla & Elizabeth are GOLDEN. I actually have that kind of friendship myself (where I have a dude in my life I trust enough to get me out of a beaming device where I'm stuck with an entire civilization or even to make the hard call of leaving me behind with the enemy to save our people) and let me tell you, it is one of life's greatest treasures <3

favorite headcanon: had a pretty religious (maybe even Catholic because if I'm gonna be projecting here I might as well go all the way) upbringing

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[kimthwariru]

Another day

Jungkook x Reader

Mafia au

Page 12 Street fighter pros

“And then you came and you were all like ‘OH MY GOD WE HAVE TO SAVE THE CHILD’ and then I was so scared I fainted on hoseok’s arms and then you almost sacrificed your life for that kid- IT was crazy y/n you were like superwoman” May was trying to pay attention to the road while explaining her crazy dream to you.

“Oh my god May I had the exact same dream!” You say in a surprised tone.

“Really!?”

“Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t!” You laugh

“Fuuuuck you dude. I’m telling you it was like a whole ass movie”

“Yeah if you’re the one experiencing it, sure” you roll your eyes and laugh.

May sloppily parked her car in front of a convenience store “Hoseok should be here any minute now”

You rest your head in the back of the seat before you slightly turn it to the left to face May “So… how long do we have to pretend that you and Hobi are just friends?”

“We ARE just friends…” May sighted “Look, he is a very nice guy… plus he has been extremely kind to both me and you. I’m scared that if I push things between us… well… I’m scared he will distance himself. It’s better to have him as a friend than to loose him completely, right?” May looked like she was looking for a bit of validation from you. And to be honest, you understand exactly how she feels. Hoseok has been a good friend to both of you, and you know that May would feel terrible if she was to ruin that friendship.

“I feel you. It’s tough. But if you want my opinion, sooner or later he is going to make his move. Jesus with the way he looks at you sometimes I wonder why there ain’t no ring on your finger already girl” you both chuckle.

May quickly sat up straight “Shhhg he’s coming”

“Hey giiirls” you heard Hoseok’s loud voice while he was approaching the car but as you turn around you notice another male figure right behind him. “Hope you don’t mind, I brought some company” he pointed to his blond haired friend “This is Jimin!”

May was smiling so hard she resembled a host of some kind of a Disney show “The more the merrier! Hello Jimin, I’m May” she waved

“I’ve heard loads of great things” the blonde haired man turned his face slightly towards Hoseok and formed a cheeky smile. “And you must be y/n” he made a heart melting eye contact. This man’s eyes were so expressive you had to double check whether or not you were drunk.

“Heyy!! hope you’ve heard great things about me too” you chuckled

Jimin was still smiling when you said that, but the smile felt different, like he wanted to say something more but couldn’t.

“So, do you guys know where the mall is or should we use the gps?” May asked while unlocking her phone

“Oh yeah don’t worry it’s not even that far from here, we’ll let you know the way” Jimin said. It was like this dude had a constant smile on his face. He looked kind and warm. You wander why you hadn’t met him all this time. You bet you four would get along.

The car ride was fun. You and Jimin listen to pretty much exactly the same music, you argued with both May and Hoseok about that one controversial song you and Jimin wanted to listen to. It was genuinely like you knew the guy for a while. The fact that Jimin and Hoseok are best friends with Jungkook still eludes you. They are so different.

—

“Hey can we go grab something to eat? I’m literally starving” Hoseok made a cute whine while touching his stomach

“Sure! What’s on the menu today? Fried chicken?” May jumped up and down like a 5 year old

“Oh my god, can you read my thoughts?” Hoseok made a fake shocked face.

Suddenly Jimin elbowed you “what’s up with these two?” He whispered while laughing

“I literally could not tell you. I’m still trying to figure it out myself” you chuckled

“Jokes aside, you guys seem to help Hoseok a lot mentally” He whispered again, while still gazing at Hoseok and May “You know I was very hesitant when the guys said they wanted to go to collage. I mean work is so important to us we tend to forget real life exists. And besides it’s very dangerous to be so public sometimes-“ Jimin made a pause to look at you, thinking he messed something up. Work, again. Their damn work. It was all these dudes seem to care about. You couldn’t help but still wonder why it was so important to them. Sure, they were 7 boys living alone, you bet they got stressed over income, but that all just doesn’t make sense when you see them party in these big mansions wearing hella expensive suits. Something just didn’t sit right with you.

Jimin cleared his throat before continuing “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, I get it now. You know for the longest of time, I would wake up in our house only to face a stressed Hoseok every single fucking day. And now, I see him actually enjoying his life for once. He seems genuinely happy when he’s with you two. I really want to thank you about that.”

Jimin’s words caught you completely off guard. You remember talking with Hoseok one day after a common class. He opened up a bit to you, he told you about how he thought his life was a loop that he couldn’t escape and you related to that so bad. You knew how he felt like, and you couldn’t help but be relieved to know now that you and May actually helped him. “Jimin, you don’t need to thank us for being friends with Hoseok. Hoseok is awesome and has been a very good friend to both me and May. I’m really happy to know he’s doing ok now.”

“Heyy there’s a table here” May yelled “Hey what are you guys doing over there?” She and Hoseok finally noticed that you and Jimin weren’t following them this entire time.

“We’re coming!!” Jimin laughed and grabbed your arm.

“God I haven’t had Korean Fried chicken in so long, I’m literally salivating thinking about it” Jimin chuckled

“Oh right, Jimin you only returned to Korea a couple of days ago, right?” You said as you sat down next to him

“Ohh.. yeah. I’ve been abroad working for so long I’ve forgotten what kimchi tastes like” he shook his head

“How long did you stay abroad for?” You questioned while looking at the menu.

“2 and a half months. But it felt more like a year if I’m being honest”

“Wow, that must’ve been lonely! Considering all of your friends were here…”

“Jimin used to face time me for three hours everyday” Hoseok joined the conversation “I wouldn’t have a problem with it but the time difference was a pain in the ass. Italy and Korea have like a 7 hour time difference”

“Italy?! Oh my god, I love Italy, where did you stay?” May sounded excited. May didn’t ‘love�� Italy, she just loved garlic bread… you’ve told her multiple times that Italy was so much more than the food.

“Venice! Beautiful city Venice was. But since I was working there it took away some of its beauty…” Jimin made a short pause “anyway! Has everyone made up their minds? I can’t wait to stuff my face with some Korean chicken!”

—

You, May, Hoseok and Jimin were not talking at all. That chicken was so delicious you literally spent at least 5 minutes mindlessly eating it, well that was until Jimin’s phone rang.

He made a sight. It was funny, eating chicken was more important to Jimin than answering his phone but he eventually gave in. “You motherfucker didn’t call me ONE day while I was at Venice. Why are you all over my dick now??”

Hoseok was chewing and laughing at the same time, implying that he knew the person that had called Jimin “He never calls anyone when we are away and alone but when we are in Korea he just doesn’t leave us in peace that fella” Hobi yelled so the person calling could hear him.

Jimin laughed “He says you should stop crying about it”

“Whoahh Jeon Jungkook I’m never letting you borrow my clothes again”

Jungkook? Fuck. Couldn’t one day pass without that name being brought up? You were having such a fan time and somehow he always finds a way to ruin it one way or another.

“Oh we’re at the Seoul Mall with two angels eating chicken! Man this stuff is better than I remembered? You need to buy me more tomorrow Jeon” Jimin said to Jungkook through the phone.

“Two angels?” Hoseok repeated “Hey don’t tell him that! he’ll misunderstand dude, just tell him we’re with May and y/n”

“Hoseok wants you to know the two angels are May and y/n” and as Jimin was laughing his face suddenly formed a weird expression and he slowly removed his phone from his ear.

“What happened?” Hoseok was still passionately eating chicken

“That little shit hang up on me”

Hoseok chuckled “yeah he does that sometimes”

—

Just when you guys were about to get up from the table Jungkook appears out of nowhere. “Having fun without me?” He said to everyone that was sitting at the table, but at the end he kept eye contact with you, his usual smirk painted on his face. Honestly what was this dude’s problem? Why did he seem to be everywhere you went? Yeah sure he’s best friends with Hoseok and Jimin, but today was supposed to be you having fun with a couple of friends, not him. To be honest, maybe you were being a bit unfair since you just didn’t fancy the man much, but still, he has the nerve to come up here with an attitude?

“You literally said you didn’t feel like going out today-“ Jimin kind of exposed Jungkook but he quickly cut him off

“Hey if you’d ask me a second time I’d say yes! I was just testing you guys”

“Testing us? You’re weird Jeon” Hoseok got up and gave Jungkook a handshake “we just ate tho mate, sorry”

“Hey I’m pretty sure I saw a place with a bunch of arcade games on the second floor, are you guys down?” You suddenly remembered that you wanted to mention that earlier, you wish Jungkook wasn’t here though.

“I’m sooooo down for that” Jimin got up with a jump. “Hobi if I win at Frogger you owe me 50 bucks” he started pacing towards the elevator

“Hey I never agreed to such a deal” Hobi quickly followed behind him.

You got up to follow the guys and Jungkook walked next you staying quite for a while before breaking the silence “You seem to be getting along with all of my friends”

You kept walking, ignoring his existence next to you.

He let out a laugh and placed his hands in his pockets “Cat ate your tongue?”

“What exactly do you want me to say?” You stopped and turned to the side to face him.

“I get a feeling that you don’t like me much y/n. Why is that?” You could sense the sarcasm in his tone and for some reason it annoyed you more than it should have.

“I barely know you Jungkook” you continued to walk.

Jungkook stopped you by grabbing your arm “Now that’s just unfair. You know me far more than you know Jimin, and you two seem to hit it off just fine.”

“Do I? Do I really know you? Cause whenever we talk you just feel Ingenuine. You do things one day and then you act like a completely different person the other. Sometimes you’re nice but others you can be such a dick” you clearly said more than you wanted to say. But you’ve been keeping all of this inside you for a week now. You haven’t told May about the moment you and Jungkook had at the party and it was honestly troubling you for some fucking reason. The way Jungkook acted all sweet and decent towards you but then two days later was cracking jokes with a girl he had fucked the other night is something that is annoying to you in a way you can’t explain. And the worst part is, you don’t even know why… you don’t know why Jungkook has such an effect on you and it scares you.

Jungkook looked down “hey do you wanna go somewhere private to talk? I don’t think-“

“Hell no, I did not go out with Jimin and Hoseok so I could have a therapy session with you. I’m going to play some street fighter to ease my mind” you started walking again. You honestly did not want to do this. Besides, it was pointless to talk to him anyway. Your relationship wasn’t even that deep. You don’t know if you could even call Jungkook a friend, so why even bother trying to solve something that didn’t really need to be solved?

“Street fighter??! I bet you anything you can’t beat me on that game” Jungkook lightly punched you in the shoulder

“Oh consider it a challenge then” you said with what you called your war eyes.

You spent two whole hours playing street fighter with Jungkook. You were surprised to find out he was almost as competitive and stubborn as you were. It was honestly fun, more fun than you initially expected it to be. Jimin Hoseok and May had played pretty much every other game on that store and they were all amazed at the sight of you and Jungkook going round after round on that one game for two hours straight

“Hey you two, I think it’s honestly time to let it go, little kids want to play as well” Jimins voice was slightly audible from the back of your heads. You didn’t care to respond as you were fixated on the game.

“Fuck the kids I need to win 3 more rounds” Jungkook said the sentence like he was rushing to catch a flight he was late for.

“You mean loose 3 more rounds” you teased.

“How old are you guys?” May chuckled “Come ooon I wanna get ice scream”

Your eyes stared at the game and the game only “Cool go get ice scream then. This is important”

“Ok ok how about we just go get ice scream and you two just come and find us whenever you’re done with this damn thing, alright?” Hoseok said

“Yeah yeah whatever” Jungkook was as fixated to the game as you were.

“May I’ll call you when we are done ok?” While you were saying that Jungkook managed to deal some damage to you in the game. “You SNEAKY little rat”

Jungkook laughed “Y/n your positioning was rather weak this round.” He made a posh accent

“You two amaze me…” was all May said before heading off with the guys.

—

After 20 minutes victory was finally yours. You knew this would be the outcome, even though you got nervous at points because Jungkook was indeed extremely good at that game. You never thought you’d meet another street fighter enthusiast.

“You know what, I’m not even mad that I lost. That was legit so much fun” Jungkook said as you exited the Arcade store.

“I didn’t know you could be this cool Jungkook, good job” you chuckled

“What do you mean? You said I was the definition of cool, remember?”

How could you fucking forget? That night has been playing in your head like a damn movie. ‘I think I’ve kissed you about 10 times already y/n’ . How could you possibly fucking forget that. The way he said it was everything you ever wanted to hear from someone yet you didn’t want that someone to be him. He is everything you need to stay away from. You know he is no good for you, yet you can’t help but wonder whether or not you should have kissed him that night, then maybe that thought wouldn’t linger in your head this whole fucking week. You look down, facing him is something you find rather difficult all of a sudden.

“Hey I wanna grab a burger actually, do you mind walking with me?” He asked

“Sure” you didn’t even hesitate. You started walking again and the silence was just unbearable because your thoughts kept getting the better of you.

“I was never able to do that K.O combo, honestly I tried so hard… how did you even learn to do it?” He broke the silence.

You took a second to look at him only to notice Jeon Jungkook had puppy eyes. He seemed so genuinely surprised that you were actually good at that game and it was entertaining to you. “You really wanna know how I managed to do that?”

“Of course I want to know!”

“Well don’t tell anyone, but I do have a secret.”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up “ I knew it! It’s just too hard to do it the normal way and-“

“I was a complete loser during elementary school” you cut him off and he seemed more than confused by your answer.

“What does that have to do with-“

“I had absolutely no friends. I didn’t like any of the kids in my class, and I don’t blame me actually, they were all little assholes” you chuckle “anyway, that’s how I did it. I used to play street fighter all day. I didn’t do anything else. So naturally, I became a pro”

Jungkook shook his head smiling “You are something else y/n”

You bet Jungkook doesn’t even know how these words make you feel. He could say all these things and then act like it’s nothing. You envied him for that. If you could brush things off that easily your life would be ten time easier to deal with. But unfortunately, one of your gifts is over analyzing situations. Thanks for that, universe.

You finally arrived at the dorms. Your bed felt so good after such a long day. You quickly washed up and brushed your teeth. You tucked yourself in your bed and closed all of your room’s lights except a little tiny orange bear light that you had on the edge of your night stand. When you pick up your phone and check your notifications, you find a text message from an unsaved number.

+8210 2679048: Hey, you prob don’t have my number, don’t freak, this is Jungkook

Jungkook? How did he even get your number? Hoseok Maybe? Even if that’s true why would he ask Hoseok for your number anyway? You can’t help but reply immediately

y/n: did something happen??

Not even a minute passes and you hear a ding from your phone

Jungkook: does something need to happen for me to text you?

What was this? Jungkook thinks you and him have one day of truce and he can just chit chat with you through texts? He had to have known that was kind of odd, considering you barely talk with Hoseok over texts. So it was even more weird when it came to Jungkook, you guys barely talked in real life to begin with.

y/n: uuhhh yeah. Also my texting hours are 10am to 5pm.

You tried to play it off as a joke but Jungkook texting you for no reason truly weirded you out

Jungkook: I guess you can make an exception for me then

What? Where was he going with this? You found yourself staring at your screen for a minute straight trying to process what was even happening.

y/n: terribly sorry to inform you that we are out of exceptions this week.

Jungkook: y/n I’m glad you’re not majoring in comedy.

y/n: ikr, the competition for all of the amateurs would be too much to bear.

Jungkook: https://youtu.be/yWHrYNP6j4k

Jungkook: this is such a good song

You stare at the text in disbelief. Did he just send you a link to a fucking song? Is this dude for real? Out of nowhere?

y/n: ?

y/n: are you alright?

Jungkook: what? It’s a good song…

y/n: I’m not saying it’s a bad song, but isn’t it too random to just send it to me?

Jungkook: it’s a gesture of friendship.

You laugh out loud as you read his text. Friendship? He couldn’t be serious right now.

y/n: goodnight Jungkook.

Jungkook: going to bed already?? Oh cmon y/n you’re no fun

You roll your eyes, does he think you exist to entertain him? Before you could reply Jungkook sent another text.

Jungkook: picture.file

A picture? A voice in your head screams. You quickly tap on the message and you are greeted with a dim lit picture of jungkooks collarbones along with his sharp jawline. You could see a couple of his tattoos at the edge as well. The picture was hot. And you found yourself staring at it before realizing, what the fuck was Jungkook trying to do? This picture was not an innocent ‘gift’ you send to a friend, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t do this on purpose.

y/n: ?

Jungkook: picture.file

Another one? God what game is he playing? You opened the next picture and you see Jungkook’s face, just his face, smirking at the lens. Fuck he was effortlessly attractive, more than you could admit. You notice his eyes being red and that’s when it hits you, Jungkook is high as fuck.

Jungkook: it’s not fair

Jungkook: I’m the only one sending pictures

y/n: well I didn’t ask for them did I.

y/n: besides, I need to catch my beauty sleep of 10 hours

For some reason, it didn’t surprise you that Jungkook was doing weed.

Jungkook: you don’t need a beauty sleep, you’re already beautiful

Jungkook: how much more can you get

Jungkook: not fair for the other girls

You’re eyes widened and you read those last texts again. No. Jungkook was high and a mess, you can’t be taking what he is saying right now seriously, he probably won’t even remember it tomorrow morning. No no no. You will stop caring about this, over analyzing shit in your head should finally stop. It’s a bad habit.

y/n: goodnight Jungkook

Was all you said before putting your phone on mute and throwing it on the other side of the bed. You closed your eyes and tried to forget everything Jungkook said. Not just today, but generally… you don’t want to overthink anymore. Jungkook is just someone you go to collage with and talk from time to time. Nothing more.

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[texanstarslove]

oh giiirl! that prompt list is fire! how about 7 and 50 for Jamie Benn?

This has the makings of soft smut, yes? Yes.

7. “that was the prettiest sound i’ve ever heard.”

50. “i thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. i was wrong, it’s your moans.”

Mornings were your favorite time of day. Even more so when you got to lay in bed with your boyfriend, no where to go and all the time in the world to do nothing.

You especially loved waking up to soft kisses along your neck and shoulders, those plush lips you love so much trailing up to your ear and whispering a soft “Good morning, beautiful.”

With a small stretch, you turn in his arms and are greeted with the most beautiful set of big, brown eyes, the ones you instantly fell in love with the moment you met. You smile softly, a small hum accompanying the small kiss you place on his lips. Jamie trailed a hand down your side, over your ass, giving the flesh a gentle squeeze before pulling your leg over his hips. 

“Mmm, did you have good dreams?” You tease, feeling his hardened length pressed against your core.

“Maybe,” He smiled shyly, rolling his body to hover over you and rocking his hips into you, slowly pushing himself inside you. The lack of clothing from the night before and the fact that you always found yourself ready for him making things easier. A soft moan fell from your lips and Jamie’s forehead dropped to rest on yours, a low groan escaping him.

“That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, eyes locked onto yours.

You giggled softly. “That’s so cheesy, babe.”

“But it’s true,” He insisted, his hips rolling into yours once more eliciting another moan from you. “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong,” Another roll of the hips, another moan. “It’s your moans.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Your movements were slow, sure and steady, both of you reaching your highs together. If it there was one thing you loved, it was waking up in the mornings in bed with your boyfriend, no where to go and all the time in the world to do nothing. 

Except maybe this.

[tiliamericana]

Muay Thai: 1.17

Lind A: bring me lunch!

It was after eleven. She should be getting up and opening the dojo. This argument wasn’t quite enough to compel her legs to move from the bed, however, so Nairi lifted her phone and answered the text instead.

What do you want?

Lind A: idk get something you like and we can share Lind A: im at my studio!!

k

The ‘a’ button on her keyboard was sticking something fierce, and the black coating was worn away on the space bar and surrounding keys. Maybe she should get a new phone. She let the blackberry slip back down to rest on her chest as she went back to staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. The blanket was too hot where it was wrapped around her legs, and her shoulder was starting to ache where it had been pressed into her pillow and mattress for too long.

What did she like to eat? What did she like to eat that Linden also liked? Or, well, what was between here and Linden’s studio that had vegetarian options and food Linden liked, was probably the better question.

It was another ten minutes before she could make herself stand up and find a pair of jeans.

Almost an hour after that she’d made it to Linden’s studio, coffee and pastries in hand. Loud music was pumping out the propped-open door, grungier rock floating past the concrete paint can in sharp opposition to the cheerful pop from the last time she’d been here. Nairi stepped inside with her offerings, looking around for Linden.

“Oh hey, I thought you’d abandoned me,” said Linden cheerfully, and Nairi tracked her gaze down to see her sprawled on the floor. She was grinning up at her, hips twisted with one knee folded over her thigh, back pressed to the ground.

Nairi held up the paper bag by way of explanation. “Never. There was just a queue. Are you okay?”

Linden nodded sagely and shut her eyes, rolling her hips back down and shaking out her leg. “I had to pick up a box of glue off the craft shop floor this morning and I foolishly bent with my back instead of my knees, so now I must pay for my hubris.” She groaned as she sat up, taking a coffee from the proffered tray and grinning at Nairi. “Twenty-seven is way too young to even be having these issues, I swear to god.”

“Maybe your back’s just advanced for its age,” said Nairi, setting her tea and the pastries down on an unoccupied stretch of counter space.

Linden got to her feet and laughed brightly as she leaned over to her beat up ipod where it was sitting in a dock on the sill, spinning the volume almost all the way down. She straightened to grin at her head on as she reached out for Nairi’s hand. “Dad always said I was precocious. Come on, I made something for you!”

“Oh, what?” said Nairi, feeling the corner of her mouth twitch up as she let Linden tug her across the studio. “I only just figured out how to hang the last thing you painted me.”

Linden laughed again, letting go of her hand to reach up and pull down one of the two jackets from a hook on the back of the far door. “Well, this one hangs in a wardrobe, so I’m sure you’ll figure that out on your own.”

Nairi looked at the leather being offered to her, then back up at Linden, who jiggled the coat hanger at her.

She took it. It was a heavy, white motorcycle jacket, with two crisp stripes running the full length of the sleeves in red and green. The cuffs were zipped with sturdy silver tabs, and the pockets looked to fall just under the ribs with the same zips as closures. It was high-necked and padded in a way she instinctively approved of, with extra buckles at the neck and waist over the front zip. On the back Linden had painted an ourobouros of a dragon in green and black, its eye the same bright red as the stripe on the sleeves.

“Try it on,” said Linden eagerly, nodding at her. “I snooped in your drawers before I bought the jacket, so it should be the right size.”

Nairi felt her mouth twitch again, and she slipped the jacket on over her shoulders. It was comfortably snug around her arms, and heavy in a way that made it feel like it belonged there. The leather was a little stiff, not yet worn in, and the zip sufficiently toothy so that it took a second try to tug it down again. “It’s great,” she said, looking up and smiling back at Linden. “Thank you, you didn’t have to get me this.”

Linden was reaching up bring down its twin, and she glanced back over her shoulder at Nairi as she pulled it on. “Look, I saw them as I was walking past and I wanted one for me, and then I saw the white and I just hadto.” Hers was dark, crimson like her favourite wine-red lipstick, with thick, soft, elasticated fabric around the cuffs and waist hem. The painted embellishments were little lines of matchstick fires around the wide pockets, and a cherry tree in full blossom on the back, with a vintage style painting of a pair of cherries over one shoulder like a fake patch. “It gave me an excuse to break out the good paints too, the ones I haven’t used since I was a student. I had a lot of friends who did costume shit for theatre, the hardcore kind, it was nice to use them again! And like, I know it’s totally the wrong time of year for warm jackets and I should’ve held out for your birthday ‘cause it would’ve been perfect, but I got excited when I finished them and it’s been hard enough keeping my trap shut while I waited for them to dry.”

“It’s totally fine,” said Nairi, watching Linden give a little spin to show off her jacket before she shrugged it off again. “It’s just an early birthday present. Very early—preparatory, so I don’t have to wait for my birthday once it starts getting cold, and now you don’t have to worry about getting something for the day as well.”

Linden laughed again, ushering her back across the studio towards the pastries. “Oh, nice try, but you’re not escaping the birthday fun that easy,” she teased, picking up her coffee and nudging her broken chair towards Nairi with one foot. “Come on, sit, eat, give me the good goss, tell me how you and Aggy are going.”

“There’s not a lot happening, really,” said Nairi blandly, taking her tea back from Linden and sitting gingerly. The chair held, thankfully, if with a little more bounce than she’d been expecting. “You know, everything’s just kind of… fine.”

Linden pouted over her coffee before proceeding to loot the pastry bag. “Oh, that’s boring though! You two never do anything exciting, and you’ve been dating for like, months now. Seriously, nothing new?”

The impulse to laugh bubbled high in Nairi’s throat, and she swallowed it, wondering briefly where it had come from. “I think I’m okay with boring, honestly. Is your dating life not exciting enough?”

That got a snort as Linden resettled herself to lean back against the counter, raspberry crown in hand. “It’s a little cooled down at the moment, I won’t lie. Like, Simon and I are technically still ‘on’,you know, we’re just not, doing as much.”

“Tapering off, or just laying low from Nicholas?” asked Nairi with a small grin, catching the pastry bag as Linden tossed it to her.

Linden rolled her eyes, taking a drink from her coffee. “Si’s a big boy, he doesn’t need Nick barging in to tell him how to live his life. He’s still fun, it’s just, you know, reaching the point where people start making comments about taking him home to meet Dad and it’s definitelynot that kind of relationship.”

“Because you’re not expecting a ring or because he’s not up to scratch?” asked Nairi, tearing at a croissant.

“Yes,” said Linden, laughing. “Fuck, jesus, I’m nowhere near thinking about that, much less with Si’! That and Dad would eat him alive, he’s got an English degree—the only thing worse would be fine art.”

She hadn’t said it with any malice, so it was probably a normal sort of joke to make? “High expectations to meet?”

Linden grinned wolfishly. “Any partner I nail down better be ready to jump,” she joked with a darkly amused tone to it. “Dad’s good at what he does so he has high standards—typical lawyer shit, you know?”

Nairi shrugged. “Most of the lawyers I’ve met have just been dicks, but I think it’s different when you’re working with them as opposed to like, being raised by one. Is he defence or attack?”

Linden laughed loudly at that, hiding her grin behind her coffee cup again before answering. “Prosecutor, he’s a DA,” she said, sounding a little lighter. “Highest conviction rate in the state, only the best efforts for his job.”

“Damn, alright,” said Nairi, raising an eyebrow. “Kind of a bigshot?”

Linden nodded, setting her cup down. “Yeah, he gets kinda high profile sometimes—I don’t know if you remember a couple of years back, uh, Maxim Bailey? That guy?”

Oh yeah, she’d heard he’d been arrested. Nairi nodded, making a general noise of affirmation, and Linden nodded along with her.

“Yeah, he’s still salty he didn’t manage to get him on the murder charge, despite getting the other convictions,” said Linden, still nodding like a bobble-head. “Caught a little bit of media at the time, too.”

“Hell of a job,” said Nairi. Her thigh vibrated and she set her tea down to tug her phone out of her pocket.

“Stressful, he’s been talking about changing up careers for a couple months now,” said Linden, finally stopping the motion of her head.

Aga D: How’s your day? Any students for the first couple of classes?

She hesitated, chewing the inside of her cheek as her thumbs hovered over the buttons.

“Is that your giiirl-friend?” asked Linden, her drawl long and amused, and she lifted a leg to prod Nairi’s knee with her toe, making the chair spin a little.

Nairi glanced back at her phone, tapping out a response quickly. “Yeah, she’s just checking in.”

A couple yeah. Just having a quiet day.

Aga D: I’m glad! I’ll let you get back to teaching and stop distracting you :)

She tucked her phone away and picked up her tea again, suddenly not feeling much like eating anything.

Linden’s eyes were unreadable over her coffee, but she was smiling when Nairi looked at her. “That’s nice of her,” she said with a funny note in her voice. “I’m really happy for you two, you know that right?”

“Thanks,” said Nairi, shuffling her unappetising croissant back into its bag to avoid Linden’s piercing eyes. “I’m, um. I’m glad you both, sort of, uh, adopted me? Even if it’s in different ways. It’s been good. Really good.”

She covered her expression with her tea, not really tasting it as she drank. Why had that been hard to say?

Linden’s mouth twitched at the corner, just a hint of her normal dimples. “I’m glad you let us,” she said warmly, and suddenly her eyes were back to normal. “You looked like you could use a couple of friends when we met, and god only knows Agatha needed a relationship that actually worked out after her streak.”

“Yeah?” said Nairi, leaning to set the pastry bag back on the counter.

Linden nodded, giving her a rueful look. “Yeah, I mean, she told you how we met, right? Her boyfriend of like, ten years or some shit was one of my regulars, and when she found that out she showed up on my doorstep in tears, it was kind of fucking rough.”

“Oh, damn,” said Nairi, for lack of anything better. Ten years?Agatha had left that out.

“Yeah,” said Linden with an exaggerated grimace. “I mean, fuck, I’m pretty mercenary when it comes to cheating and the job, but even I felt bad. I helped her do some vandalism on him, and then I introduced her to Flo and some nice single people who helped her figure out she was into women, so like, it all worked out eventually, but it was kind of a rough time for her, you know?”

“Yeah,” echoed Nairi, feeling the pastry sink to the bottom of her stomach. “I’m glad it worked out, in the end.”

“Like I said,” said Linden, nudging her again with a wink and a smile, “she just needed someone like you to swoop in and be the good, stable girlfriend for her.”

Her tone was light and teasing, and Nairi made herself swallow more tea before she answered. “Right, yeah. I don’t know how ‘good’ I am at the whole, Prince Charming thing.”

She’d been trying for a joke, but it fell flat between them.

“You’re doing fine,” said Linden, her tone softening a little, and she looked at Nairi with earnestness in her eyes. “Seriously, Princess. You’re doing fine.”

End of book 1.