#fuck… the yearning….. the absolute yearning in these snippets…. what if i ended it all……

[baeshijima]

SOPHIE WHERE R U I NEED TO TALK ABOUT CALEB’S TRAILEE

no bc like

what if this actually killed me hehe haha hoho lmao.

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rockstar!lads

hc’s for the lads li’s as rockstars—brought to you by my personal playlists as a former(current) middle school emo kid.

disclaimer: i’m not saying that the bands/songs mentioned are exclusive to the li’s listed, nor am i saying that they are inherently reminiscent of the li in question. i’m moreso saying the VIBE/SOUND of the music is what i think the li’s would sound like if they were an artist.

xavier ✦ sleepyhead by jutes

grainy fuckboy alt rock BUT HEAR ME OUT, the sound is fuckboy adjacent, the lyrics are NOT

as in, it’s the type of music where ur like ‘wow this is hot’ and then you go to look up the lyrics and suddenly can never listen to it again with wanting to cry.

wears gauges and does the camp rock knee thing when he sings

music is sometimes used as thirst trap audios

overall lives a very low profile life. he kind of just drops music and no one hears from him until the next 3-am snippet is posted weeks-months later.

everyone begs for a tour that never happens

caleb ✈ worthy by thriller records & the home team

breathy 5th wave post-emo music with a prominent bass line. almost exclusively love songs about loving a girl that he can’t have. yes, he screams.

wears his guitar low as fuck and it’s definitely not bc of his tendency to wear the tiniest muscle tanks

makes out with the mic when he sings, as in, his lips never leave the mic as long as there’s lyrics to be sung and it’s hot as fuck

is rarely in interviews just bc his vibes are so off , mostly lives out of the public eye. only answers questions about his music in interviews, never about himself, to the point where it’s in his press packet.

rafayel ♫ fast times at clairemont high by pierce the veil

rafayel has earned the pierce the veil vote from me bc he is my princess. 3rd wave emo with riff heavy instrumental breaks that he composes and performs himself. screams too, but not as often (gotta protect his vocal chords).

his albums are treated like chapters in his musical career, both musically and thematically. each album tells its own story, mostly drawing from a narrative of his own making that you’d have to dig through reddit to understand the lore in full (think ethel cain’s preacher’s daughter lore)

he took a years long hiatus after an accident that affected his ability to the play the guitar. came back with a full album that dropped out of nowhere and got the #1 spot.

prior to his accident he was a darling to the public. even if he was a bit of a rock diva.

fan favorites of his are mostly power ballads

has the BEST music videos. artistic and fun with complex storylines that are on theme with the current album’s narrative.

zayne ❅ how to disappear completely by radiohead

slow, instrumental rock. hard to move past the pit in your stomach when you listen to him, there a subtle feeling of loss or regret in each song and it hurts so good.

has only two albums, both are mid-length and spaced out years apart from the other. they also have very different lyrical vibes, but his sound stays the same.

indie artist that mixes and performs every song himself, dropping music into spotify without a care and absolutely NO warning

no, he doesn’t perform live, nor does the internet or greater public society know who he is. has maintained complete anonymity throughout his career. his (loyal and cult)following both hate and love this.

he has hundreds of unreleased songs that will never see the light of day outside of his hard drive.

sylus ⚜︎ black no.1 (little miss scare-all) by type o-negative

I COULDNT HELP MYSELF!! tellmeimwrong-you can’t

goth rock and doom metal, that’s sylus!!! takes his craft very seriously and yes he does remind me of peter steele .. my bad

you can feel the yearning in every note he sings!!! his vocals are just as poweful, if not more, than the instrumentals that slowly pour thru the speakers as he croons (ha!) into the mic

tours semi-frequently and always ends up in magazines for being pretty and a dangerous party-boy (its all an act, trust) (the mags dont need to know that tho, do they??)

he plays up his persona quite well, but is actually pretty laid back and rarely makes appearances outside of touring/required events.

compilations upon compilations UPON COMILATIONS of him being hot during interviews

has a massive back tattoo that has like a BILLION pinterest saves

HONORABLE MENTIONS: songs that were almost used for the boys and still somewhat remind me of them but not as well as the above

sylus — staring at the stars (from the gutter) by diamond dust

xavier — send the pain below by chevelle

caleb — blue dream by dance gavin dance

rafayel — grace by jeff buckley

zayne — rosemary by deftones

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Dream a Little Dream (of Me)- Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Even more fun new abilities, like making Alastor have a real conversation!

I'm sorry, I know it's been forever- I have a terrible habit of getting caught up at chapter 5 on all of my fics for some reason 🤣 the new banner was created by my beloved @fraugwinska who is this fic's #1 hype woman (ily 💕)

I've hit a point in this story where I think I'm going to start implementing a few more plot elements- I love writing the smut but I have some fun ideas for actual story; they can only do so much before something else is needed to keep it going, so going forward there will be a bit less of a focus on the sexual aspects of the reader's relationship with Alastor and more on some emotional parts and world-building. I hope that's not too disappointing, and that you all will stick along for the ride with us <3

For weeks following your fleeing of his bedroom, Alastor is in an absolutely foul mood.

The night after your argument, your silent lounging on your bed- in your own bedroom once again, sleep deprived and irritated, unwilling again to interact with anyone else’s dreams- is disturbed by a shuddering of the hotel and loud, clattering thumps coming from down the hall. You stumble bleary-eyed into the hallway with everyone else, Charlie identifying the disturbance as coming from Alastor’s room and knocking gently on the door.

When he opens it he looks distraught, eyes wide, smile strained, his hair looking like he’s been running his hands through it constantly, tugging at it. “What is it,” he asks the Princess, and to Charlie’s credit she doesn’t shrink back from him when she asks if he’s okay, tells him that he’s disturbing everyone’s sleep.

He locks eyes with you where you stand a few feet away, still hovering halfway into your own room. “Perfectly fine,” he tells Charlie, but his eyes don’t leave your face. “Merely a… nightmare, I suppose. More of a disappointing dream than anything else, really.”

You duck back into your room with a slam of the door, chest heaving with your anger and frustration and not listening to whatever else he had to say to Charlie. What right did he have to say that you were a disappointment? You didn’t even know what he wanted from you, let alone what you had done wrong- what, not wanting to kill people? You were no saint, having ended up in Hell in the first place, but you had morals still, lines you wouldn’t cross. Regardless of anything that had happened between you thus far, any yearning or feelings that might have resulted from it, you wouldn’t change who you were as a person for him. You came to the hotel seeking redemption, for fuck’s sake- how could he think that he could ask that of you?

You start booking other hotel rooms with the money you’re earning as the Resident Events Coordinator- honestly, Charlie probably pays you way too much, but it's helping you in the meantime so you aren’t going to complain- and you’ll camp out for a few days at a time and practice your abilities in the dreams of others. It’s fun for a while, to innocently mess with people by creating clones and turning things upside down. You find that once you’ve been inside someone’s dreams you can almost tune into their thoughts like a radio broadcast now- a little concentration and you get fleeting snippets of consciousness from them; grocery lists, work tasks, gossip. It’s nothing like it had been with Alastor, like you were deep-diving into his brain, seeing his memories through his eyes. He might have been right about your connection to him being what allowed such a thinking to happen, since you showed no signs of being able to do such a thing with anyone else.

Charlie notices how often you’re away from the Hotel, because she’s doing everything in her power to keep you there aside from having Vaggie physically restrain you. She keeps proposing new activities for you to coordinate, from a night at the club to an outing at LuLu World, and most recently she had you planning a trip to her father’s mansion for some fancy dinner and tour- Lucifer himself wouldn’t be interacting with them beyond the actual meal, he was just opening the space to them so they could all see where Charlie had grown up, another lesson in ‘empathy’ that Charlie hoped would help them make progress.

So you spent the evening making sure that everyone was corralled into the correct locations and not slipping off where they shouldn’t be. Angel had already tried to convince Husk to raid the wine cellar with him, Niffty was lamenting that she wasn’t allowed into the King’s personal quarters to clean, and Charlie was growing more and more frustrated that rooms she wanted to show the group had been filled with rubber ducks. Alastor keeps his distance from you, occasionally fading into the shadows to go do his own thing- you hope Charlie and Lucifer don’t hold it against you that you have no ability to control that man. 

Dinner calms everyone down, wine and delicious food putting everyone in a better mood while Lucifer dazzled them with magic and stories about Charlie as a child. You laugh along with everyone but you can feel Alastor’s eyes on you the entire meal, and when you finally steal a glance at him he’s looking away.

Typical.

You help Vaggie herd everyone into their rooms- their own rooms, to Angel’s disappointment at not being able to share with Husk- and leave Alastor to Charlie so she can berate him about not making an effort to get along with her dad, snippy barbs flying across the table at each other between stories. You tell the girls that you’ll stay up a bit later to make sure no one does any ill-advised exploring in the night, and bid them a goodnight as you head off to clean up from dinner. Lucifer seemed to have used his magic to take care of most of the food mess, but he’s nowhere to be seen when you return to the dining room so you take your time in stacking plates and organizing the dishes so that whatever staff he might have has an easier time of taking care of it all.

Just after midnight finds you seated on the couch in Lucifer’s library, your eyes surprisingly not bleary with a need for sleep despite not having truly rested in days. Everyone else is asleep- you focus your powers for a moment and can’t pinpoint anything coming from the others, other than an unpleasant staticky noise that comes from Alastor’s room. The fireplace crackles pleasantly a few feet away from you, the comforting smell of old books surrounding you and making things feel… calmer than they have as of late, with Alastor stomping around the hotel like some angry beast and refusing to interact with you at all. He was always making this expression towards you, like he wants to say something, or wants you to say something, and it was wearing away at your resolve.

You didn’t want to have this distance between you. Even beyond the more intimate moments that you had shared, Alastor had always been good company; he was helping you learn more about your powers, even if it was only to sate his curiosity; outside of his bedroom he was friendly and fun, and would probably rather die again than admit that he enjoyed the company of the others as well. Throughout of the course of this… thing between you, something had changed on your side. You think about the night he tore his stitches, the words you had whispered before realizing he had passed out above you.

“I would be yours. Forever. For as long as you want.”

The words still sit uncomfortably true in your ribcage, make the rift between the two of you feel even wider. Maybe it would be easier if he knew- if you could take his avoidance of you as an answer. You wanted to find him, try to have a proper conversation about boundaries when it came to your power- have a proper conversation about your feelings, and-

A throat clears in the doorway of the library, and when you turn Alastor himself stands in the doorway. “I hope I’m not intruding,” he says stiffly without stepping into the room, and you wave a hand at him to indicate that he can join you. He stands at the other end of the room still, closer to the fire, and won’t meet your eyes. “I heard you telling Charlotte that you would keep an eye on everyone tonight- but I know you haven’t slept. I’m happy to take up the watch if you would like me to place a temporary pocket dimension in your room, or transport you back to the hotel for the night.”

You want to drop it- ignore the fight that still hovers frustratingly between the two of you when Alastor is offering an out. His way of apologizing, perhaps, but your thoughts from earlier are still there. You needed to actually talk about it, or the pair of you would just keep coming back to the same issue.

“It depends. Does accepting your offer mean that we wouldn’t be talking about how you casually mentioned having me kill people for you? Because in that case, no thank you.” You watch the fire instead of him, how the flames twist and dance with one another as he stiffens at your words.

“I… regret how that evening transpired,” he says at last, ignoring your sigh as he comes closer to the couch. “I’ve thought on the matter and I recognize how such a request-”

“A request that you made seem like a command,” you remind him, “with that shit you pulled with the leash.”

He takes a deep breath, the flames flickering green behind him as he tried to keep his composure. “Yes, I can see now how that would have upset you. Regardless- I recognize how such a request was inappropriate, even if we did have a tentative agreement in regards to my limits with your powers. I understand that it is a boundary for you, and I will do my best not to test that again.”

You finally turn to look at him, and he looks… properly abashed. But there was no way he would have come up with that on his own, not with the glee that had been evident in his features when he brought up the idea. “Did Charlie help you with that?” You ask, and he scowls- which is less scary than he probably hopes it is, and is more a confirmation than anything else.

“I may have sought her expertise in handling interpersonal conflict,” he says, his stiff posture finally loosening up as he joins you on the couch. “Apologies do not come easily to me- not sincere ones, anyway. I don’t-” He clenches his fist and turns away from you, dark shadows crawling across the floor in arcs away from him. “I don’t know how to have something in my grasp without possessing it entirely. We have a deal but it’s not one that grants me the liberties that I would prefer in regards to your powers and your actions.” 

You take a deep breath and scoot closer to him. “I appreciate you being honest with me,” you offer, and he grimaces like the idea is distasteful. “Listen, I’m sure you think having feelings makes you weaker or something but really, it’s important to talk about these things. And to apologize… which I accept. But if we want to keep, you know, experimenting with my powers and whatever else, I think we need to have specific guidelines of what we expect of each other that isn’t crossing any boundaries for either of us. What, exactly, do you want?”

Alastor seems to struggle with himself for a moment, clenching his hands and refusing to meet your eyes. “I… I’m not quite sure what I want,” he says, like the words of ignorance pain him. “I’ve despised having to keep my distance from you since our disagreement. To see you laughing with the others and turning away from me with that look on your face was unpleasant to say the least. I don’t want that space between us again- if you’re amenable to the idea I think I would like to have you back in my bedroom, once I have repaired the bayou dimension.”

“You want to be closer then- physically.” You hop cushions, sitting right beside him and placing a hand on his knee. “That’s fine, we can do that- you’ll have to tell me what happened to the bayou sometime, though.” He nods stiffly, hesitating a moment before he places his hand over yours on his knee. “Anything else?”

“In regards to your powers, I would still like to experiment if you will allow me.” Alastor lifts your hand from his knee and presses a soft kiss to the back of it. “I understand that hurting others is a limit you will not cross-”

“I won’t hurt you either, if that was your idea of trying to get around that.”

He frowns. “Too clever for your own good- I suppose that is part of the reason that I tolerate you. Very well- I will not ask you to cause physical harm to anybody, period. I also still would like to ask that I am the only one who knows of your abilities for the time being.”

“Done. I do have a condition of my own.” You turn to face him fully, and pull his hand to your heart. “I don’t want this to be a proper deal- no soul binding or anything like that. I would want the rope from our wager removed.” He stiffens at that, but he doesn’t jerk away from you like you expected so you continue. “We have to be able to trust each other if we want any sort of relationship to work, whether it be for experimentation or something more. We should be able to follow each other’s requests and boundaries without needing it sealed with a chain- that doesn’t give us any room to adapt or change as my powers grow and situations shift.”  

His jaw clenches, and he doesn’t look at you for a long moment, instead keeping his eyes trained on the flames before he finally nods- you bite your lip to keep from grinning or doing something stupid, like shouting in excitement. “I hope you realize what you are asking of me,” he says finally. “I don’t generally keep people close to me that I cannot control or own in some way or another. It keeps me detached from needing people, or caring about their approval. But I do believe I want those things from you, which is why I am agreeing to these terms. Please understand that this is… new territory for me.”

You lace your fingers through his. “It is for me, too. But that’s where the trust comes in- I have to trust that you’ll respect my boundaries without the compulsion of a deal, and you trust that I’m here with you because I want to be- whether you just want to continue experimenting with my powers or… anything else.”

Alastor’s red eyes glance at you from his peripheral. “Anything else, you say? I take it to mean that you also wish for things to return as they were between us in an intimate manner?” Your face flushes but you nod, and to your relief he smiles softly and reaches across the scant distance between you to touch your shoulder. “I would like that as well,” he says, and cups your cheek in one hand, leaning in so your foreheads rest against one another. His breath ghosts across your lips, and you realize with startling clarity that this would be the first time you’ve kissed him outside of dreams; the first one in reality, a milestone to mark the resolvement of your disagreement. You embrace it, leaning in and letting your lips meet, a gentle pressure before your mouth opens with a gasp when he trails his free hand up your thigh to caress the skin under your shorts with his thumb. “So soft,” he murmurs into the kiss, almost absently, and then he’s pulling you to him, maneuvering so you sit sideways in his lap. He lets his fingers creep a bit further under the hem of your shorts. “May I?”

“Please,” you whine, and he grants you mercy by snapping your clothing out of existence so he can make unhindered contact with your skin. His fingers move slowly, tracing through the wetness along the folds of your entrance before he parts them and slips a digit inside. The short weeks that have passed since the last time you were with him feel like a lifetime, but he still knows the intricacies of your body like a well loved instrument; a second finger follows, and pressure against the spot inside you that makes you see stars. “Fuck, Alastor…”

He steals the rest of your words with his mouth, his tongue snaking in to tangle with yours, drinking down the sounds you make like ambrosia. Another finger, and you twist in Alastor’s hold to grind yourself down against them, to angle your hips to guide him more effectively where you want him to go. “Someone is eager, hm?” He pulls back to whisper in your ear, hand finally leaving your face to come around your back, pulling you as close as he can to his body while still working his fingers inside you. His thumb comes into play, brushing with perfect pressure on your clit, dipping into the wetness that coats his fingers so the slide of it is slick and perfect. Tension builds inside you, muscles shaking as you ride Alastor’s hand towards a sloppy orgasm. He brings his mouth to your chest, sharp teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there before sucking gently, still making eye contact when you glance down at him through the haze of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you. “Go on, darling,” he says softly, laving his tongue over the marks he’s sucked into your skin, fingers thrusting more insistently as everything in you coils tighter than a spring. “Cum for me, go on-”

You cry out his name as it takes you over, the electric flash of ecstasy that consumes you from the pit of your stomach to the tips of your fingers as Alastor works you through it. You can feel your heartbeat in your eyes from the force of it, a soft throbbing that you know Alastor is experiencing where his digits are still inside the grip of your internal walls. Everything is tingly and fuzzy afterward, as your pulse returns to normal and your breathing slows, aware now of the soft kisses that Alastor is pressing into your collarbone.

He removed his fingers from you, bringing them up to his mouth to drag his tongue up and down the length of them while you blush. And despite the pleasure he’s already given you, you want more- you grind your hips down to convey the sentiment, the mess of your orgasm still evident and soaking through the front of his trousers where you can feel the hard ridge of his cock. He hisses at the friction, twisting a hand up into your hair while the other grips your hip and pulls you down harder. “You tempt me, my dear,” he says, “but someone is coming.”

“I don’t hear anything,” you mutter, continuing to rock your hips in little circles. Even with how sensitive you are, the pressure against your clit feels damningly good, too good to stop or heed his warning. “And if someone comes in, I’ll handle it.”

Alastor laughs out loud. “Oh, you’ll handle it, will you? By all means then, have at it.” He gestures vaguely towards his pelvis, unaware of the trick that you’ve been holding up your sleeve in your recent solo experimentations. You would never get a better opportunity to surprise him, you think, as you rip the belt from his pants and help him shimmy them off, his thick erection beading with fluid at the tip when it’s freed.

You lean back against the couch cushions, pulling him down with you and using a gentle hand to guide him to your entrance. You let out a soft whimper as he pushes into you, breath punching out of you with a gasp when he sinks to the hilt in one swift thrust. You tangle a hand into his hair, gripping the base of one of his antlers and grinning when his hips jerk against you at the action. His eyes are half-lidded and soft as he stares down at you, seeming to have to focus on slowing down when he pulls out and slowly presses back in. “You’re so lovely,” he whispers, and your pulse leaps into your throat when he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

Your mind is flooded with images when he makes contact, emotions that ride through your veins along with the physical pleasure you’re feeling- evidently he’s been watching you the last few weeks, following you when you left the hotel to make sure you weren’t in any danger, sending his shadow to watch you sleep. You can feel the bitterness in your pulse as he watches you interact with the others, only to turn away when you notice him. The vague sadness that night that he had destroyed his room, his bayou, because how could he remain there when there were traces of you everywhere? 

You break the connection with a gasp, using your grip on his antler to pull him back to your mouth as he continues to fuck into you at a steady pace. He groans into your mouth, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, marks that you can come back to when the need was to great, more tangible proof that this was real, that he wanted you outside your abilities. “Alastor, please,” you beg, letting the fingers not currently brushing the base of his horns to trail down his spine, tracing the vertebrae beneath your touch as he shivers. He shifts his legs, brings himself closer to you, the angle changing and pushing the tip of his cock exactly where you need it. 

The door to the library creaks open, and you both freeze.

“Hello?” There’s a hint of pain as Lucifer’s voice echoes in the room, where Alastor has tightened his grip enough to break skin with his claws. His other hand untangles itself from your hair to press against your mouth, silencing your heavy breathing. “Who’s in here?”

The couch you were seated on was high-backed- he wouldn’t be able to see you from the door, but if he entered the room, came around the front, you would be fucked in a far less pleasurable way than you currently were. Alastor’s nostrils flare above you as he hears the soft clacking of the King’s boots as he takes a couple steps in, apparently not able to help himself from bucking his hips forward, his teeth bared in a snarl when he feels your muffled groan against his palm.

More light blooms in the room from the wall sconces- you had been sitting in here with just the fire, and the glare of more lighting makes you squint your eyes, Alastor silhouetted beautifully above you. “I know someone is in here,” Lucifer demands, and you take a deep breath against Alastor’s hand and snap your fingers. “You were all told to-”

“Why, good evening, your Majesty!” 

You almost wish you had manifested in Hell like the CEO of that tech company, with some sort of electronics built into your head so you could record the look on Alastor’s face at hearing his own voice respond to Lucifer. Your eyebrows are creased, trying to focus on the figment you’ve conjured to keep the King’s attention away from the couch. 

“Oh, it’s just you,” Lucifer says, and you can hear the hint of disdain in his voice- you wonder, not for the first time, what the issue was between these two- some conflict that had started before you were at the Hotel that no one felt necessary to fill you in on. “I thought you were told to keep to your own quarters past eleven.”

You make the thing twirl it’s cane, snapping it back to the ground and inspecting it’s fingernails. “Yes, well, I had some business to attend to. And might I add, sire, you are also out past your imposed bedtime.” 

Maybe it was something about using your powers to sass the king of Hell with some false puppet, but Alastor seemed to react well to it- his eyes dark, teeth bared, he plants a foot on the floor to brace himself so the couch doesn’t shift and thrusts into you hard, his hand pressing harder against your mouth when you whine at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls. There’s wonder in his expression, something akin to adoration; this was what he wanted from you, you realized, displays of power, shows of your abilities that he could see and benefit from, that showed that he could trust you. 

Lucifer scoffs across the room. “This is my house, if you’ve forgotten,” he retorts. “I can go where I please. And I heard you talking to someone!” Rapid footsteps, like he’s coming further into the room, and even as it makes Alastor buck his hips wildly against you, you don’t think he really wants to be caught in such a compromising situation.

You make the figure step forward- if you really concentrate you can almost see through its eyes, a vague image behind your eyelids of Lucifer standing before it with his arms crossed where you’ve blocked him, his gaze frustrated. “I was talking to myself,” you make it say. “I must have intelligent conversation on occasion, you know, and with everyone else in bed and only you left awake, I had to make do.”

Alastor grins above you, pleased with the tone and the words of this replica you’ve created of him; refusing to use his likeness to submit or offer pleasantries to get him out of the room; you were doubling down like Alastor himself would. You can hear the inaccuracies- you’re sure Alastor can, too- but Lucifer appears none the wiser as Alastor begins to fuck you in earnest, the couch thankfully staying still and not squeaking or moving as he holds his hand over your mouth harder and leans down to nibble at your collar.

“Of all the disrespectful-”

“Careful now, your Majesty,” it says, and you make shadows appear to crawl across the floor towards him, tendrils approaching the couch as well. When Alastor notices them he groans into your skin, and through the copy’s eyes you see Lucifer snap his head in the direction of the sound. “You wouldn’t want Charlie to catch us in a disagreement, would you?” And thank whatever beings heard prayers down here, Lucifer deflates- you had made a gamble with that, assuming that Charlie had spoken with her father about getting along with her hotelier, but knowing the princess the way that you did you figured there was no way that she would allow them to be at each other’s throats like they were. You let the false shadows sink back, and have your illusion give him a cheeky little wave. “There’s a good King. Now, may I get back to my business?” With the last word, Alastor stills, waiting for a confirmation or denial, possibly preparing to phase the two of you out of the room if Lucifer came further into the room-

“Do whatever you want,” Lucifer grumbles, “Charlie and that little coordinator need to keep a closer fucking eye on you, but I can’t be bothered.”

“I’ll be sure to mention that to our event planner,” you make it say, and Alastor makes another soft noise into your throat against where your pulse beats steadily, replicated in the rhythmic clenching of your walls around his still hard length. The interruption doesn’t seem to have doused your arousal, nor Alastor’s- the possibility of being caught like this makes your blood boil in the most pleasant way, Alastor’s cock still filling you perfectly even as he’s stopped actually fucking you for the time being. “I’ll bid you a good night, sire; I still have matters that need tending to, free of distractions.” You see Lucifer cast a middle finger back at the image of Alastor as it speaks, and then mercifully he’s storming out, a swirling golden portal opening for him to step through and then closing with a loud crack.

In time with the noise of the portal slamming closed, Alastor pulls his hips back and snaps them forward again- his hand is removed from your mouth with your gasp, and he moves it to your hip to pull you more forcefully into his thrusts. “You,” he growls against your jawline, “are perfect.” He kisses you, licking into your mouth and stealing the air from your lungs as it’s punched from you with every rock of his pelvis. “The audacity to pull such a stunt- the control you maintained over the illusion was breathtaking, I don’t- fuck,” he concludes eloquently, fingers coming between your bodies to rub at your clit again as he races towards completion. It reignites the fire in your abdomen, heat flashing through your body like a strike of lightning that burns across your skin, making you cling to him tighter. He looks down at you with dark, unfathomable eyes while he fucks you, his pace growing uneven and broken as he approaches his end. “Please, darling,” he whispers against your lips, “cum for me, I need-”

The plea is what breaks you, every muscle in your body tensing and releasing as the orgasm slams into you like a car into a brick wall- messy, sudden, destructive. You don’t leave your own mind this time, your consciousness firmly rooted in reality as you watch Alastor lose his composure, his eyes fluttering closed with a gasp of your name while he spills into the slick heat of your cunt, his hips still rocking as if he means to fuck his release as far into you as he can. You shiver with the aftershocks, Alastor still maintaining a gentle swiping across your clit, and you can feel the way your walls twitch around the length of his cock while he stays buried in you to the hilt.

“No mind traveling today, I see,” he asks quietly, another kiss pressed softly to your forehead, and while no mental images come forth you can feel what he’s feeling now; the lingering ache of pleasure, the pride he still feels at your show of your new ability, an overall sense of happiness that you wouldn’t expect to be able to bring Alastor. He had put aside his discomfort to have an honest, responsible conversation with you to fix what you had both thought might be irreparably broken, and you were thankful.

You hum against his throat. “I’m content where I am,” you tell him, and the vibration of his laughter on your lips is perfection.

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the hockey au fic is 20k words long now and shows no signs of stopping so to.. bemoan celebrate it here's yet another snippet lol

also i keep calling it hockey au fic but it has a title - it's running out of guts to spill. from this absolute banger which everybody should listen to

also an obscene amount of this fic is porn which.. is whatever. i didn't plan for that. these guys just can't stop fucking ig

Gale just can’t get used to it, even though deep inside he’s always known there was…something there, some kind of potential. He would deny it if asked, but John’s chirps made him want to smile more often than not. He could never help himself but talk back, and maybe to a more observant eye he was obvious—taking any excuse to skate past John’s net, putting a little extra into his shots at the net every game John started in, answering questions about John during post-game media he could’ve ignored or been more careful about with his wording. That fucking goal back in 2019 that Gale, too, could never forget, because it was pure manifestation of his desire to get under John’s skin as much as John got under his.

Gale doesn’t think sex between two guys who are just teammates is supposed to feel like this. Maybe at first it did, back in the hallway. It would have been incredibly easy to write it off as blowing off tension and frustration from the season, the bittersweet giddiness of winning that game, the left-over adrenaline from the fight and whatever complicated feelings John was battling with, watching Gale lose his shit. Hell, it could have been something as simple as taking the opportunity to hook up with another guy you know for sure is gagging for a cock in his mouth.

Whatever it could have been, it wasn’t, in the end.

What it was—it was John kissing him with an irrefutable intent, it was them touching each other like the both of them had been yearning for it for months on end, it was Gale’s tears and John’s unbidden affection.

It’s Gale letting John spoon him and kiss his neck, it’s Gale lying there, mind and heart racing, as he listens to John’s quiet snoring.

It’s Gale realizing he’s fucked up, because if John leaves him in the morning, if he acts like they’re friends after, Gale wouldn’t be able to collect all those pieces of himself John had so deliberately picked apart, into a shape that could even closely resemble a human.

[moyazaika]

oh SHIT I LOVE TALKING ABOUT WIPS!!! feels like edging my followers 💌💌😊👍 thanks for the tag harmonyyy <3 (copied ur formatting cus its 2 pretty 😓)

tag game rules; make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPS <3

ᯓᡣ𐭩 mea culpa ; this is the detective fic i've been working on for months that i rlly don't wanna spoil,, just look forward towards the end of this year for 15-20k words of an absolute mindfuck :)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 double trouble ; and it’s at the exact moment that you turn to book it to the safety of your room that strong arms wrap around you from behind. instinctively, you freeze, as someone lowers themselves to smile against your skin—

—a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, “finally found you, meri jaan.”

(inspired by the childhood best friend concept i posted about a while ago, but with double the crazy yup)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 saccharine ; you make him feel like his head is full of fucking popping candy - but he's always had a bit of a sweet tooth, so won't you be a darling and let him sink his teeth into you, pretty please?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 lamb to the slaughter ; beneath the facade of your new idyllic life, unease festers. Eden seems to be shrouded in a constant fog. The townspeople's laughter rings too loud, and their smiles stretch too wide. who is this mysterious man they call Father?

. . . and why do you feel like you're being hunted?

that's it from me HAHA i wanna tag @yandere-yearnings , @ozzgin , @darling--core , @carnivorousyandeere (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ no pressure, just would adore to hear you guys ramble about what ur cooking up xoxo

[inquisimer]

2023 writing round up

bringing back this fun little year-end writing review from last year :3 it's always so fun to look back and see what all the little pieces and all the time adds up to!

tagging if you'd like to join in: @shivunin | @rosella-writes | @fadedsweater | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | @kiastirling-fanfic | and @warpedlegacy

words posted: 109,617

additional words written: 84,453

grand total of words: 194,070

fandoms: 2 - Dragon Age & Dishonored

highest kudos: The Lie Upon Your Sleep at 20 - a bit of fluff & hurt/comfort with my healer OC Ness and Cullen

highest hit oneshot: to be seen feeling at 200 - a piece I wrote for my friend @dreadfutures as part of the DAFF Discord OC Swap. An exploration of her Mahariel as Warden-Commander and Teryn during Awakening and his life with Morrigan and Kieran in the Crossroads.

new things I tried: Writing non-canon romances! And participating in a lot more fandom exchanges.

fic I spent the most time on: hard to say, probably my unpublished Surana Lavellan rewrite! Of my published fics, I think it would be if our demons cannot dance - angst, hurt/comfort, and missing scenes for my anders rivalmance.

fic I spent the least time on: either Not Like This, a character study of Emily's guilt/regret as she flees Dunwall in D2, or I carried my own ashes to the mountain, some light hurt/comfort and fluffy friendship between Brosca & Zevran on their way back to Orzammar

favorite thing I wrote: any of my pieces with Siobhan Hawke, my Blorbo of the Year for sure. She's so different than the type of Hawke I usually play, being Red-Purple and leaning into the politicking aspect of her role in Kirkwall. I've loved exploring a Hawke who doesn't run away from Kirkwall, who stays and works within the system to make things better. And of course writing her different dynamics with Loghain and Sebastian have been both interesting and challenging for me creatively.

favorite thing(s) I read:

Things my heart used to know (things it yearns to remember) by NiriKeehan (@nirikeehan) - the gift I received as part of the DAFF Discord OC swap, an incredibly well-done piece of my OC Neria and Cullen finding common ground in their respective roles in the Inquisition

A Fool's Death and a Hard Choice by RosellaWrite (@rosella-writes) - an beautiful study of Warden Loghain leading up to and through DAI, his journey looking for Mahariel, how he meets up with Hawke, and his reunion with Morrigan & Kieran at Skyhold.

In Flame Forged Anew by Plisuu (@plisuu) - DAI as experienced by Connor Trevelyan, Templar turned mage turned Tranquil turned Herald of Andraste. He's a little fucked up by it all and this compelling story will tear you to shreds right from the start.

Dirty Little Secrets by SylvanRain (@sylvanraindrop) - DAI retold from the perspective of one of Leliana's agents, featuring the smoothest motherfucker Lavellan, lots of intrigue and spy shenanigans, and Cullen being both endearingly soft and Good At His Job

what we talk about when we talk about whalers by patho (ghostsoldier) - a collection of one shots set in and around the Knife of Dunwall DLC for Dishonored, ranging from lighthearted and funny to absolutely heart-wrenching ;-; beautifully well-done snippets that build out the in-game mechanics and lore!

writing goals for 2024: finish my Surana Lavellan rewrite up through IYHSB, which is when I've promised myself I'll start posting it again 😤 and also to finish at least one of the smut pieces that I have half-started in various drafts

new works: 21

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[squalodinoappreciationsquad]

hello! This is my first time requesting a drabble from a prompt hopefully I'm doing this right-

Coming from the Flower Prompts post, may I ask for Arbutus for Squalo and Dino? I really like your writings for those two qwq 🩵

Thank you in advance!!

Hi hello this is actually perfect! Don't worry, feel free to send more! And thank you so much for the compliments, I absolutely adore your drawings 💕

Now, you gave me a DELICIOUS prompt, I hope you are going to enjoy this snippet!

Arbutus - a realization that you are my one and only  

Squalo and Dino meet each other again after the battle for the Vongola rings has ended, after all dust has settled and this time it is awkward. Some would say even painful to watch and indeed it does not go unnoticed by everyone around them.

Both the men had entartained the thought of them being together for the longest of time, they had yearned and pined even, in their teen years.

And then the huge presence of Xanxus had been the sort of bitter ending they both had, or so they had thought.

There had to be a battle.

There had to be blood.

There had to be opposite sides.

And then they finally understood.

When Dino finally realized, it was at the end of the Rain battle - he had expected to save Yamamoto from the inevitable death by being mauled by a shark and instead he had seen Squalo.

And in front of what had been his friend - and probably something more - unconscious and bloody, Dino could not help himself.

He felt dizzy, he felt all blood suddenly go away nd most of all he did not register how he had immediately crouched next to Squalo's body, trying to call him, to keep him awake.

And that was exactly when he realized it.

Oh no, he thought, oh no.

He absolutely knew it as he was dragged away by Romario, as Iemitsu was making his way.

And he found himself doing something he'd never thought he'd do. He begged for Squalo's life, no, the Varia's lives to be spared, inventing on the spot any possible excuse as to why the Vongola should not execute the Varia.

Sure, he is now indebted to the Vongola, but it was worth it, he thinks.

When Squalo opened his eyes again, in that hospital bed, the first one he saw was Dino.

None of the Varia were there, especially not Xanxus was there and yet.

The one walking next to him had never been Xanxus so far and Squalo had been so wrong the entire time, because there was someone waiting for him to wake up and it was Dino.

Somehow.

The uncomfortable feelings he had been struggling with finally agreed. Squalo looked intently at those sad brown eyes, memorized his faint smile as Dino told him that he had finally woken up.

And there and then Squalo realized that it had never been Xanxus the one he was looking for, the one he would lay his life for. and there and then he thought, oh fuck, oh no.

When Squalo managed to speak, his voice trembled lightly "Why... Why did you save me?"

And Dino's voice trembled too, hesitated even. "Because that would have been inconvenient if you died."

And they both knew that this was just a pathetic excuse, and they knew they were and always had been each other's person.

And now that the dust has settled, and they are both still alive, it is awkward and embarrassing and everyone is eyeing them trying to be polite but also curious to know what exactly has changed.

And neither one tries to make a step because - oh well, thwy should be past being two awkward teens vaguely in love.

They dance around each other and sit in the same room politely six feet apart like two Victorian lovers pulled out of a Jane Austen book and Tsuna and his guardians are too young to understand fully, and the Varia don't really have the emotional ability to just give the right nudge.

Luckily or not, however, Reborn has a plan.

Dino is after all a student of his and by proxy he has known Squalo for long enough.

It is going to be a fun time for everyone, especially for Squalo and Dino, Reborn thinks.

[jjungkookislife]

spoilers and screaming below!! 💜💜

Words abandon you. They stand far from your form, pitying observers of your decaying state in front of the man you’ve been lying to. At once, you feel completely alone, not even Yoongi’s lingering presence helping when those eyes are piercing through time and space. Everything you’ve experienced over the past two years slings across your vision, from the first time you left your house in the pouring rain to get to Yoongi’s, to the car ride back you just took with his kiss still on your lips.  All of those moments shattering into dust around your heels. 

the way my heart fell to my butt as panic filled me for reader!!

Zero sense. Absolute zero sense. Which your brother has absolute zero patience for. The drone in his question hits you like a punch to the gut, “Really.”  “Just out late, is all,” you grumble, trying your best to not acknowledge an atmosphere so tense it’s almost crowded. “Jimin had another party, remember?”  “Course I do.” “I was there.”

AHHHHHHHHHH I wanted to cry and scream and panic some more! HE WAS THERE!!!!!!!! HE WAS THERE, RYEN!!!!

Dread launches up your veins, rocketing right to your heart in the middle of a pulse. He was there? You saw his car when Yoongi pulled up close to the house. He was there? When the fuck did he arrive? Oh, fuck, if he got there early enough… did he see you… and Yoongi… No. There’s no way. Because one, Yoongi parked far down and around the corner. He made sure not to be close just in case you two could be spotted.  With a thought you really cannot afford right now, you also assume he stayed that distance just so that he could pin you against his car. Fucking hell, focus! Upping the strength of your resolve to match cardboard, you lamely stall in your hunt for clarification, “You were?”  “I was.” 

ah, i about sobbed at the thought of them getting caught! the one stolen moment they could get! ugh my babies

The watch on his wrist glints in its twist. When aggravated veins stare back at you, it’s obvious your brother is on the edge. Because he is deathly calm. “So where’d you go?”  Does he not know? Or does he know and he’s just waiting for you to finally spill? With all the hope in the universe, you yearn for it to be the first one. Because you cannot deal with a fallout right now. Not right after what happened with Yoongi.  It’s just not the right time.  “Yuri’s,” you blurt, finally kicking into gear and strategizing how you’re gonna finesse this. “She came and got me.” 

I was hoping she wouldn't fall for that because it feels like a trap. like when someone asks what you were doing but they already know and they want you to fess up but then you fess up to something worse than what they think and it's a mess and I'm rambling because i am in panic mode!

Here it comes. He’s gonna ask why you didn’t say anything. Like he always does because for some reason you’re still not a true adult to him and he has to keep tabs on you at all times and you can’t just sneak around with his best friend in peace— “K.” Your eyes shake once. “Just tell me next time.”  And just like that, your brother vacates the foyer, dark dress shoes clacking as he retreats back into his room. Leaving you standing in silence. 

Idk what i would do if my brother was this overprotective but after the snippet we had of their past and what he had to go through to get the house and support them so reader could go to university ugh i don't blame him for worrying especially with the talk he has with yoongi later on :( he worries about her and ahhhhhh i just want everything to be okay for everyone

Trudge, trudge, trudge to the dining table, skirting fingers along the edge and noting that it feels different than before.  At least something in his apartment has changed for the better.  Who would’ve thought that table would witness both an end and a beginning. That it would see the worst and best of him. If it was ever called to stand, there’s no doubt that it could recite all his failures and shortcomings. But he hopes that it would also attest to how much he’s fucking tried.  As much as Yoongi wants to throw it out, he hasn’t. Because despite being withered to hell, all it needed to recover was the new company of a familiar face.  And a little bit of summer rain. 

my heart! this is absolutely beautiful, ryen! i have no words! ❤️

What the fuck does he do now? The moment you leave, he wants nothing more than to have you back in his bed. It’s the one fact that he has come to fully acknowledge. Because there are many times you’ve caught him slipping. But when you’re lost to your dreams? Visibly at peace and safe under his sheets? That’s when he can’t even think straight.  How your serenity throws him into disarray, Yoongi has no fucking clue. But he can’t afford these feelings right now. Because how can he want you close while being the reason for this distance? Make it make sense. Don’t be a fucking hypocrite.

my heart aches for both of them. i know it's probably a long way off but imagining them moving in together with their little kitty and just being happy makes me excited. i hope they have those moments where they can wake up beside each other and know at the end of the day they'll be going asleep together and won't have to be apart anymore :( ugh and i totally understand yoongi's pov, his best friend since childhood is someone he doesn't want to lose but he also never expected to fall for his sister and the brother is so overprotective ugh i know he wouldn't react well

Tsking, Yoongi once again accepts the consequences, heading to his bathroom before going back the fuck to sleep.  Lies. Who is he kidding? There’s no way his rest will be the same without you. Especially since he doesn’t know when he’ll get to see you next.  There is a way to remedy that. To put an end to your time apart. But Yoongi’s been so in his fucking head that it’s chaining him down and pulling taut. No matter how much he struggles, he can’t break free, and it’s driving him to the brink. But last night? With you? Half moons mar his palms as he stands. Staring. Branding that whole memory into his heart. After three months of questioning his existence.  All it took was your soft hums to give him a reason. 

I just want to give him a big hug. it's such a hard situation to be in and not knowing when he'll get to see her again. I'm sure all the sneaking around is hard for them especially when he tried to drop her off at home bc they could only have a few stolen moments and one stolen night that made the brother suspicious :( my poor babies

And you won’t ever know how much that meant to him. Not until Yoongi finally decides to tell you. Which will most likely be never. Maybe that’s why this time tears at his chest more than all the others. Maybe that’s why he stood in his doorway longer than usual. Maybe that’s why he can’t quite carry the weight in his chest.

ugh I'm hugging him! I can't wait anymore, i need my baby to be happy

Dumping himself on dark mountains—creations of his and your design—Yoongi buries his face in those valleys. Inhales those aromas like some hit he can live off of for however many days left he needs.  Desperately grasping for a fading world where only you two exist. Drifting. Dreaming. Disarmed by a vibration on his nightstand.

Ryen, your way with words always astounds me! like i know I've said it before but the way you paint a picture is amazing! I hope to be able to write like you someday ❤️❤️❤️

Yoongi simply shifts his upper body to reach for his phone, squinty-eyed as he checks his screen.

And he doesn’t see your name.

Dumbass: 1 New Message

But your brother’s.

What the hell does he—

Dumbass [07:30]: We need to talk.

…Shit.

Yoongi grips his phone in panic, ice water streaming through his veins and mind set ablaze with potential scenarios.

He’s awake. You went home. And he’s awake. Fuck, did anything happen? Did you say anything? What are the chances this text means he found everything out? 

Shit. 

the way i started panicking AGAIN!!!! and Yoongi worrying about him finding out because he's awake when he's not supposed to be and he sent you home ugh poor baby! this is so hard :(

Does Yoongi answer now? Or does he sleep and pretend that this is just a text and isn’t a problem at all? Think. Your brother may not even be referencing you, or him. Right? It could be something completely different. 

Why can’t he fucking move? 

Every regret Yoongi’s kept at bay floods his brain, crashing into assumptions of your mental state and creating a massive whirlpool of dread. Just answer. Don’t answer. Just answer. Don’t fucking answer. Suddenly, another alert lights his home screen and it’s a call oh fuck—wait… It’s Jungkook? 

Why not. Sure. What’s one more issue. 

okay but yoongi is SO REAL for trying to pretend it's just a text and sleeping to put it off a little longer. I feel like we've all been there at one point of another. also him debating whether to answer or not is so me lmao that's why i don't put my read receipts on but i hate seeing them in other's threads 'cause it's like oh you read it lmao

Dumbass [7:40]: Heading over

He’s heading over? Your brother? If that’s the case, there’s no way he doesn’t know. 

Fuck, relax. Don’t overthink. If anything, there wouldn’t have even been a heads-up. Yoongi figures he’d just find out as soon as he’s thrown against a wall. Or the ground. Or right onto his coffee table that this very guy helped pick out. Shit, he needs to know but he doesn’t wanna find out. 

But nevermind him. Are you okay? Swiping his device, Yoongi quickly types a text before fast-walking out of his room, going on autopilot when he assures into his receiver, “I’ll get there.” 

Yoongi [7:42]: Going to the studio

I don't think my heart has stopped this many times in a while. because what if he knew and reader lied so he went to Yoongi instead? but Yoongi's right, the brother doesn't seem to be the kind to give a heads up, like when he punched the guy on the court (very much deserved tbh). he seems to be act first, think later, so Yoongi would be right to find out by being thrown against the wall or the ground but he still worries about reader! of course he does! ughhhh can i love him even more?

Frustrated and rummaging through his pantry, Yoongi knows he sure as hell didn’t think about anything else as soon as he heard you crying on the line. If he had remembered while leaving the studio, he could’ve spared a brain cell to rush everyone back in.

Of course, he’d repeat every decision he made last night. Over, and over, and over again. But any of them should’ve remembered this step before leaving, which pisses him off. The studio’s lack of experience is showing and it’s making him nervous. 

And Yoongi still doesn’t know what’s going on with his best friend. 

the way he dropped everything for her. i reread the previous part and ugh it hurts just thinking about it. it had been so long since they got to see each other and now it seems like everything is falling apart if the brother knows and then the stress of work on top of it all and not having everything ready. meanwhile his best friend is on the way over and Yoongi has no idea why!!! POOR BABYYYY!!!! but Yoongi still thinking he'd repeat ever decision he made the previous night just for a few stolen hours of being with reader ughhh i love him, i love him, i love him

Dumbass: Incoming Call 

Of fucking course. 

Switching calls, Yoongi answers while opening his door, hastily putting out the food and water he grabbed from the kitchen. 

“Hey.” Fuck, is his voice shaking? What the hell is he gonna be faced with in the next few seconds? Can he freeze time and rewind and keep last night on repeat? “I’m about to head out.” 

“Don’t leave yet, I’m coming.” 

“No, just”—Yoongi dashes back inside before grabbing his wallet and keys from the bar—“You good? I can’t be late.” 

“Don’t lie. Y’all are done, right?” 

Don’t lie. Yoongi feels like hurling. 

the way i would have hit DECLINE and chaNGED MY PHONE NUMBER lmao he's braver than i could ever hope to be lol but also him putting out food and water for his kitty 😭😭😭 does the kitty have a name or did i overlook it? or are they gonna name the cat together? 😭

ugh and brother being PERSISTENT "I'm coming" tf you are! lmao i'd pretend i wasn't home and just have him knock until he wore himself out lol there's no way i'd open that door without context. especially if he's expecting to get beat up, i too feel like hurling

There’s a pause on the line. And it’s the first bit of silence Yoongi’s had since he got the first bone-chilling text. Is his secret safe? Are you okay? Should he work extra late and run from a problem yet again? He’s very good at that. Running. If there was a medal for distance ran from issues, he’d be on the podium for both gold and silver.

Relief is temporary. This could just be him biding his time in order to figure out what to do. Or maybe he truly doesn’t know what’s going on and Yoongi has a bit more uninterrupted time with you. 

Delusion is a great place to stay.

I can't imagine cycling through these thoughts, especially on a phone call with someone who's known you for so long, they'd be able to tell you're lying or notice a shift in your tone and demeanor. but also i support running away from your problems, i don't like confrontation of any sort. i was shit at customer service and i would burst into tears bc i stress over it lmao so yes, keep running yoonig, be delusional, live your delulu life with reader and spend time together until you can't anymore, though I'm still rooting for brother to be okay with them dating but idk...... ah ryen, why must you break my heart so?

In any case, his friend’s behavior is alarming. What’s he doing up this early? And why is he wanting to swing by so bad if not to slice him into tiny pieces? Nerves slow on the downslope, Yoongi shuts his car door and lends his ear, “But serious, are you okay?”

“I just… Tch. I can’t even say it.”

okay, maybe i feel bad for brother for a moment. I'm sure he's been worried about reader and something tells me he probably stayed up all night worried about her. but also it's comical (not in a haha way but a wtf way) that Yoongi knows brother would slice and dice him just for thinking about reader. and then brother being so vague, i was so sure brother knew. like every bone in my body was SCReAMING HE KNWS HE FUCKNG KNOWS RUNNNNN

There was no way Yoongi was gonna say no to you. He didn’t in this universe, and he’d bet his whole life he doesn’t in any other one, either. Not when your wings looked like you hadn’t used them in months.    

Pained, Yoongi hopes you’re completely fine and sleeping. Tucked away in a bed that captured part of his heart, visiting him in your dreams so that some version of him can be at your side. 

“Everything, Yoong.” 

But, as it so starkly turns out, he has to deal with reality. And with the fact that you’re just as far away as you were before last night. Maybe even further out of reach. 

So, so far away. 

there's no doubt in my mind that he loves her! he cares about her so much! ugh he hopes he's in her dreams so they can be together! my babies! and then still being worried about his best friend. but he still misses reader, ugh idk who to feel rn

“Just lemme know when you get back.”

Then, when all of that is done, Yoongi will be alone. Staring into the night and trying his hardest not to give up on himself again. “Yeah, I will.” 

“No running.”

When the call ends, Yoongi lets out the harshest breath he’s ever let out in his life. Hoping you went right to sleep without dealing with any of that. 

the way i would have PACKED my bags and ran away with reader to a different continent! I'd run so fast and so far, i'd send brother a post card oof i cannot handle confrontation 🎵she's a runner, she's a track star 🎵

We can move on. Wanna get the doubling done.” 

Huh? They’re gonna move onto vocal doubling already? With a few blinks, Yoongi think it’d be better if they—

Get everything done smooth. Stay disciplined. Be professional, goddamn it.

okay but i really LOVE seeing this part of yoongi, like something about him being in his element is so hot

Entering the soundproofed room will always make him want to occupy the mic instead. That feeling hasn’t gone away, and there have been countless nights where he’s spent time just sitting in this very space, visualizing what it would be like to work on this side of the glass someday. Deep down, Yoongi knows he could be somebody. But imposter syndrome runs deep. 

my heart! i totally get imposter syndrome, I'm a little jealous that he knows what he wants to do bc i am struggling to figure out what I'm meant to do in life but i love seeing others find their calling even if they're struggling to believe in themselves. i know it's easier from the outside looking in but I'm proud of him

“Hey.” He turns. “You’re good.” 

What? Where the hell did that come from? Did he even hear this guy right or was he just daydreaming again? Yoongi’s so thrown he can only stare with question marks for eyes. 

Amused, the singer simply points to the side of his beaming countenance. “You have an ear.” 

Huh. How the hell can this dude tell? All Yoongi’s done is indicate if a recording take was good or not, and given a few minuscule suggestions to the keyboardist and guitarist—instruments he’s well-versed in. 

Yet again, he’s so in his head that the man outright laughs, “Relax! You can talk to us like normal, you know. None of us care about etiquette shit.” 

I'm so proud of him! and i love how chill the band is, and them complimenting him ugh I'm so happy for him

We’re open to anything. We’d just tell you if your opinion sucks.” 

Eyes creasing with his lips, Yoongi puffs out a laugh. 

“Kidding. Only a little.”

Choosing not to say what he wants to. 

Should he? Nah. These guys know what they’re doing. Despite the nice offer to speak up, it’s not his place. Far from it. 

…But what would you tell him to do? What would you be proud of?

Committed to his answer, Yoongi grips the neck and decides without another thought, 

“Do the chorus again.” 

the way i want them to be friends! i wish i could take criticism so well lmao but like i said before, i am sensitive and i cry :(

Done. He said it. 

And the response that follows puts complete silence to shame. 

Instantly self-conscious, Yoongi swears he can hear Hobi’s pants shift in the control room through two closed doors shit he took it too far. Fuck, if these guys walk out now the studio is done for and he’ll be the only reason why—

“Well, goddamn. Let’s try that then.” 

i'm glad it worked out for yoongi though I'm sure everyone's heart was in their ass lmao just in case the band decided to walk BUT he did say he could give his opinion

Proud and adrenaline-filled, he turns to walk back to the door, head so buzzed he doesn’t know what to do. But when Yoongi can’t see into the control room anymore, he misses a stare through the glass.

A stare that lingers on him just a little too long. 

part of me thinks it's JUNGKOOK giving him a death glare or a suspicious stare. i know it in my heart, it's JK. perhaps jealous? perhaps he suspects reader is dating him, something's fishy about him and i hope we find out though i wouldn't want him ruining what yoongi and reader have just bc of it. he had his chance and he left her (though i kind of get why but still)

The rest of the session goes smooth, and Yoongi’s relieved that they haven’t asked him for anything else. 

After all. He doesn’t wanna push it, or step on Jungkook’s toes. What happened in the recording room only went down because you would have scolded him for not seizing that moment. And the suggestion he gave was lauded after the next take.

It was the first time since you kissed him goodbye that he felt a healthy pulse in his chest. Despite the chaos of the morning, amid the thoughts and worries penetrating his brain, you reached out and kept him steady in just the right moment. 

Fuck being his good luck charm. You give guardian angels shame and you don’t even know it. 

oh baby, you've already stepped on his toes, he may be jealous. but also yes, reader would have scolded him bc yoongi is so GOOD at his job and he should share his opinion with the band especially since they pretty much said it was okay. his GOOD LUCK CHARM; puts guardian angels TO SHAMEEEEEEE i love them!! he's so in love!!

Yoongi’s scanning the tracks when he feels hovering over his shoulder, and he already knows it’s the kid without looking. “Sup.”

“Nothing.”

“You sure.”

At this, Jungkook pauses before he sighs. “Yeah, it’s nothing,” he clearly lies. 

But Yoongi will let him figure out whether to run with that or not. He seems a little bothered about something, and it very well could be what happened in the booth. This is work, and they’re both adults. If he wants to talk about something, Yoongi will gladly have that conversation. 

suspicious 🤨🤨

Hustler: Incoming C—

Shit. You wouldn’t call him at work unless it’s urgent. Which is quickly throwing any possible theories about your brother not knowing out the window. 

But fuck, he can’t answer yet. There’s no way. Not only is he in very close range to someone you don’t wanna speak to right now, but he’d get blasted for being on his phone during a session.

Hoping to everything that Jungkook didn’t happen to see what was on his screen. 

ugh this sucks for both of them, i hope one day he won't have to hide who's calling him. maybe they'll have their Halloween photo as their lockscreen :(

Hustler: Outgoing Call 

Straight to voicemail? Shit.

Hustler: Outgoing Call

Fuck, still voicemail. Are you okay? On the phone with someone else? Did your brother actually end up finding out and things are worse than he thought? Clutching his phone, Yoongi glances up while giving it slight shakes, body on alert while deciding what the hell to do now. 

Maybe he can at least text you to ask what the hell happened this morning? Typing. Erasing. Retyping. Retrying. 

Yoongi [9:02]: Got a session today, doll. 

That’s what he had to say? That won’t do you any good, the fuck? Berating himself with a sigh, he takes a few steps while texting a follow-up. 

Yoongi [9:03]: Still going, but are you good?

Hustler: Outgoing Call 

When it doesn’t ring a third time, Yoongi gives up, cursing before turning and raking his hood off in distress.

okay FIRST he called her DOLL, i love that SO MUCH!!! but then his calls going to voicemail makes me worry bc same, what if the brother found out and all hell's broken loose at her place. and he can't just drop everything to check on her which i think is the worst part bc fuck, if brother doesn't know, him ditching work to go over to his place is so suspicious!!!

“Don’t wanna commit anymore?”  “I do,” Yoongi blurts without hesitation, looking right into eyes that have seen plenty more than he has.  And it’s the first time he’s admitted anything out loud. To a stranger miles above him in status, no less. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he clarifies, “It’s just… There’s something I need to do first.”  Wait a sec. Why the fuck is he talking about this so freely? This isn’t something he does. Privacy is practically his brand. So why is it easy to talk to this guy?

he wants to be in a committed relationship! and he admitted so easily!!! my baby! I'm glad he felt comfortable to share, though i think it's good for him to talk to someone who's not closely involved to the situation.

The slight droop in his confident shoulders tells enough. But would he understand the exact same situation?  No. At least, Yoongi hopes not. Quite fucking frankly, he hopes no one has had to go through the same shit that he has.  “Let me know if you ever need help,” Woosung offers, shocking Yoongi to the point of speechlessness. As he drops his cigarette to squash it out, he runs a hand through wild dark locks. “We’ll be around again.”  Wait. What? Yoongi can only blink. “Serious?” “Yeah.” The man looks down the outside corridor, watching as people start heading to their jobs through a central courtyard. “Got a good feeling about this place.”

Yoongi hoping Woosung hasn't been in the same situation ugh my heart! he doesn't want anyone to suffer like he has and Woosung offers to help and likes the studio enough to return! that has to feel good for Yoongi who's pouring himself into it

What’s happening. Yoongi simply lets a pause prevail before offering the only response he’s capable of, “It’s the food next door, huh.” That laugh has got to be top five in the world. Not as great as yours, but definitely up there in terms of what makes Yoongi feel like things are alright. Not that he’d ever admit that shit to anyone. Ever.

this gave me a good laugh! that's such a him answer, i love it!

Finally, it’s time for them to continue recording, so they know to head back inside. “Don’t wait,” Woosung advises as he turns on his heel.  And Yoongi can only stare somewhere else.  “If there’s something you need to get through...”  Stare, and stare, and stare some more. “Hit it until it breaks.” Because he’s already aware. More than anyone.

okay, i adore Woosung! I hope Yoongi feels encouraged to go for it even if it's a difficult situation. ahhh i hope they can become friends :)

Because when Yoongi opens his door, he’s pinned with a shadowed visage he's only seen piercing through others.  And the whole arctic starts to seep into his bloodstream. Raising a brow and giving space is his chosen course of action. Best to not disturb a beast if they’re already ready to lunge. And his friend eyes him as he stalks into the house, scanning around in search of something—living room, dining table, even looking into the open doorway of the bedroom.  Fuck. Relax. Don’t assume anything until things are on the table. Yoongi has got to pretend like tonight is normal and fine and that he’s obviously and positively not seeing and sleeping with his friend’s little sister.  And that he most definitely didn’t eat you out where your brother is sitting now motherfucker he needs a drink. Or a smoke. Or both with a plane ticket out of the whole country.

the absolute PANIC that went through me! brother sounds extremely scary and Yoongi is right to be scared, he sounds like he could lay Yoongi's ass out to dry. and the brother looking for something, i was like fuck maybe reader left something behind by accident! and then the comment of him on the couch where yoongi and reader fooled around! i about died! Yoongi needs to run!!! my heart is racing just thinking of it again!

What’s happened has happened. And what’s going to happen will happen. Whether it’s a consequence of his actions, or nothing to do with any of this at all.  But when faced with everything smushing together at once? Yoongi will probably need to be revived no matter what the outcome. This is the most stressed out he’s been in years.  Not only that, but his stress is more than obvious. Even now in the kitchen, he’s scanning through his bottles with a finger—an action he’s never done while sober since the choices are always predictable. Holy shit, he needs to pull it together.  Has he ever been this panicked? Does he appear just as chaotic and disjointed as he feels? This is too new. This is very new and if he doesn’t regain control there’s no telling where this foreign road leads.

my heart just sunk to my stomach! hello anxiety! I can't even imagine being in that situation especially with how terrifying brother is described as being

“I went to Jimin’s last night.”

CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING RYEN!! see above^

His question is met with a laugh that isn’t funny at all. The kind that drags a finger along the chalkboard of your soul. And the next question directed his way pulverizes Yoongi’s denial, “Care to share what’s been going on?” He’s sick. Beyond sick. The room is closing in and closing in too fucking fast. Shit shit shit. There’s no way he saw. No fucking way. He parked down the street he deliberately stopped as far away as possible and you saw your brother’s car in your driveway.

Can I cry? I'd like to cry! ughhh i was in PANIC MODE!!! RED SIRENS GOING OFF!!!

“Why her, Yoong? Hmm?” Fuck!  Yoongi can’t feel the air in his lungs. Because there isn’t any. Just a barren wasteland of shriveled futures and cracks in the foundation of every relationship he’s had in his whole life.

I'm not gonna lie! you got me good here! I didn't know what to think until I read the next part and I about lost my shit!

“I mean, fuck! After all the shit we’ve been through? You’re gonna go back to her?” All the—shit, he can’t even—back to? Back to you? What does he mean by back to you? Does he know about the first ti—

the way I was both confused and relieved lmao like I think I was just as puzzled as Yoongi

“What, you just decided to fuck that bitch again? Couldn’t stay away?” Oh, fuck that.  Wood scrapes into flooring as Yoongi vacates his chair, hard feet planted as he gets into the face of his best friend, his confidant, his day one. Only to speak so low only them two can hear, “How bout you use your fucking words already and I’ll tell you.” “Yeah? Is that what you want?” They are only a breath apart. But no one’s going anywhere now. “Need me to spell it out for that fuckass brain of yours—” “Say it—” “Stop fucking your ex, dude!”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH he was ready to FIGHT the brother for calling her a bitch lmao I thought fists were gonna fucking fly just for brother to say his EX! his damn EX!!!!!!! I was thrown!!!!!

…Motherfucker, what? “Everyone was happy when you finally left. All of us. Only for you to go and, what, get back with her?” Nothing makes sense. This isn’t about you? Yoongi’s heart can’t even reset to start beating again. Everything is coming as shock after shock and there’s no way he can keep up at this pace. His ex? Her? Where the fuck did that come from and why the hell does he of all people think that’s actually true? “If you’re gonna be with her, you can count me out.”  No. Never again. That would never, ever happen again. “The fuck are you even saying—” “I’m not fucking joking, Yoong. If you’re seriously back with her then—” “Look, I don’t know what the fuck you heard, but I’m not.”

ooh his ex must have been a piece of WORK if brother and everyone is against him getting with her but also i know she must have hurt Yoongi given what we know of him so far. i hope the ex doesn't decide to pop up to fuck up their relationship, i think they have enough going on... poor baby

Either he trudges into this lie and rubs sludge all over his bones, or he denies it like he wants because it’s not fucking true. An out to protect you from wrath and further fury from your older sibling because if you were the rumor? He’d be laid flat on his floor next to a broken dining set.

I don't blame him for making the choice he did. after the way brother got RILED up over his EX? I'd keep my mouth shut and keep it moving.

When he finally does, Yoongi wholeheartedly understands the hesitation, “I dunno know what’s going on with my sister.” Oh. Fuck, how the hell does he respond? Keeping his cool, Yoongi just repeats the question, taking out his phone and pretending to check his screen. “Your sister?” “Yeah.” A sigh is sandwiched between explanations. “The past few months, I feel like.. They haven’t really been themselves.”  A sudden crack splits him through. “Not laughing. Not eating as much. Like even when they sound happy, I can tell it’s a front.. I don’t know.” 

Yoongi!!! ugh i feel bad for the brother bc he hates seeing his sister going through it but also Yoongi can't help bc they have to keep it a secret bc of how the brother reacts and i just ugh i will cry rn!!!

No. No, no, no. Your texts have been so positive. So encouraging. Other than a few sad calls, you’ve been happy to hear from him just as he had been relieved to hear from you. Even in the car, you must’ve put your feelings lightly.  Your wings. You’ve been enduring all that? For him? Yoongi’s heart rears its head, snagging one of his breaths and slamming both lungs into the floor.

i really wish things were easier for them, i hope they can look back someday and realize they went through a lot but they won't have to go through it again I'm so sad for them and yoongi finding out this way ughhh i can't.

Yoongi asks the most ironic question to date, “Are they seeing someone?” At this, his friend shakes his head, eyes glued to dark amber liquid. When he answers, all the breaths in the world cut at once,  “I think she feels all alone.”  This hit is the strongest. Straight to the gut, breath stuttering and muscles clenching so hard they lock.

i'm sure this must feel like a stab to the heart for Yoongi and the brother not being able to help but is literally the solution if he could just CHILL

You’re hurting. Your brother’s hurting. And it’s all his goddamn fault. Why can’t he just break free and admit shit? Why is he still haunted by the phantoms of his past? Why is he still so fucking weak? It’s clear that he hurt you. For months. You’ve been cheering for him that whole time while you’ve been visibly broken and it’s all because of his dumbass decision to—

my heart hurts for all of them, i want them all to be happy with each other. I don't want Yoongi to lose his best friend and I don't want reader to have a strained relationship with the brother or end things with Yoongi :(

“Did I ever mention that she liked you?” Now what— Coughing on whisky is a bitch and a half. Hitting his chest while both eyes squint from burn, Yoongi croaks out his exact thoughts, “What.” “Don’t you fucking get any ideas. Jimin’s already on my shit list.” He scoffs out a laugh. “But it was obvious when we were younger.”

brother could have been COOL! like if you can't trust your best friend with your sister, who can you trust? though giving the circumstances I'm sure it looks like I'm talking out my butt, but LISTEN brother is the one that's scary af! and reader having a crush on yoongi when they were younger! and brother just stating it out of the blue! I don't blame Yoongi for having a coughing fit!

Yoongi almost fucking confesses. “You’re a good person,” he blurts instead. Whether the guilt or last cough pushed it out, that’s still on the table. “You don’t suck at what you think you do.”

PLEASEEEEEE that would have been a good time! but I understand him not confessing, it's hard to do

“Then get rid of that fucking guitar.” 

NOT THE GUITAR!!! i assume it was a gift from the ex or she left it there but nooo ugh and he's tried to get rid of it and he can't seem to and he used it to play for reader!!!

Hustler: Missed Calls (6)

Dumbass: 1 Message

Hustler: 3 Messages 

Chim: 7 Messages   

Chim: Missed Calls (3) 

Holy fuck. 

the missed calls and messages!!! ughhh

“I… I got so drunk last night, I—And I—” Shit. A sinking feeling starts to weigh Yoongi down, his center pulling the rest of him in like a black hole. And he doesn’t need to hear the rest of this to know what this call is about.  “He was looking for her, Yoong, and you weren’t there, either. He had this look, I—I couldn’t think of anything else to say in the moment and I told him—” Jimin can’t even finish his confession. And it hits right in the gut. 

poor Jimin! I'm sure brother is intimidating and then with reader just leaving and Yoongi nowhere to be found! ugh i need to hug him, he's been through a lot being involved in this mess and who knows if brother will be understanding or cut everyone off who knew and kept the secret

Hustler [20:01]: HOLY FUCK!! my phone died after i tried calling you this morning and i just fully woke up to charge it😭 he’s not home so call whenever   He very much would’ve rather been in your bed with you all day.  That sounds like fucking bliss.  Hustler [23:37]: tried calling but he’s home now. are you ok?? idk what’s going on with him but i think we need to be careful All he comes with is worries for you. What kind of shit is this? What is he even doing? He even outright told you that you were dating only for that to be ripped from your hands for months. Why are you still giving someone like him a chance?  Hustler [23:40]: but all i wanna do is see you

reader being worried makes my heart hurt! and Yoongi nearly spiraling... this is so hard i might sob :((

His heart had been tugging him to you ever since that rainy day, no matter where he’s drifted or which direction he’s gone in. All of them lead back into your arms.  But just like the feeling he gets walking into the recording booth, imposter syndrome eats him alive and doubt scavenges on what’s left.  He will never be good enough for you. One of these days, you will realize that you don’t have to settle for him. It’s good now, but you’ll only give him so many chances, which he is swiftly running through at breakneck speeds. 

poor Yoongi, he only did what he thought was best but it seems to be blowing up in his face! he needs hug!

From the rapid beats inside his chest, he shoots his hopes right into the dark.  And they burst into beautiful sparks when he reads his screen.  Hustler: Incoming Call  But just like the streaks of color he witnessed with you on that balcony, his brightness is short lived.

the way you threw in FIREWORKS!!!! it was beautiful! you said "lemme get B real good with this right here!" a masterpiece!!!

“Are we… is this over?”  Fuck. “I get it, if we are. If you—if you don’t wanna do this with me anymore.”  “I thought… When you weren’t picking up, I—” “Breathe, babe,” Yoongi softens, hating, hating, hating himself all over again. “I passed out before you called. That’s it.”  “Oh. Shit, I really thought—”

ughhhh i can't take more of this heartbreak I'm gonna cry, she was there for hours wondering if he was done with her, poor baby i love reader so much :(((( i think we all just need a group hug rn

“You would know,” he whooshes, syllables squeezed out by the mountain of regret on his back. After hearing what he put you through? Hearing how you sound now? There’s no way he can do that shit again. No more disappearing from the grid because he can’t fight himself. “You would know if I was done.”  Your sniffle sinks the ship with his heart inside.  “Are you? With me?”  “No way in hell, doll.” 

he loves her! he loves her! he loves her! there's no telling me no lol he's in love with her even if he doesn't realize it or doesn't want to admit it, i just know it! ugh i need a tissue with these two, i just want to hug them and be their friend so they can stay together while we all lie to brother, I'm on board

also, the "no way in hell, doll." oof that hit the right button don't perceive me, i am here, giggling!

Please. Don’t cry. Because he can only handle feeling his eyes sting so much in one night. There’s only so much he can take before he’s grabbing his keys and speeding over—friends and brothers be damned. 

the way he wants to run to be at her side, everything be damned!!!

“He doesn’t know, babe,” he soothes, hating how he can’t be there to comfort you with more than his word and waves in the sky.  If he was stronger, things could be different by now. Vastly different. Vastly better. You would cry less, he knows that for damn sure. Weak, weak, weak. That’s all he fucking is. 

Yoongi! ugh my poor baby, i can't handle this :(

Shit. You’ll just have to forgive him later. Because Yoongi chooses not to tell the whole truth. You don’t need to bear the same worries as him, anyway. They aren’t yours. He will shoulder all of those on his own. Because he’s the reason for them in the first place. “Nothing about us.” 

I wish he would have told her! i understand why but i think reader should have had a heads-up bc i see this going south for him later on :( or maybe reader won't find out and everything will be okay? right? right? RIGHT????

“Okay. What about you? Are you okay?”  Huh? Your questions catch him completely off-guard. It’s almost comical how his first reaction goes straight to a No. But sticking to his earlier stances, he won’t bother you with any of that. There is a truth that he can admit. One that’s always true and will continue to be so. “Just wanna see you.”  And this is when his eyes slowly shut. Don’t. Don’t cry. “Me, too, baby.”  Hearing that? Chipped and broken from your lips? That is another thing Yoongi can’t handle.

RYEN WHYYYYYYYYYY please, im so sad for them :(( let them be happy babies like in Halloween (the bits with the cat spell and the stolen moments) i think we should all just have another group hug and a movie night

Neither of you deserve this. And he doesn’t deserve either of you. Truly, the only thing he deserves is to be alone. And judging by the way things are going, it’s only a matter of time before you start resenting this behavior and leave, too. 

BABY NOOOOOOOOOO

“What are you still talking to me for?”  “I miss you.”  Well. That’s not something that he expected. And your admittance being so immediate actually sends shivers down his arms.  “Don’t do that.”  “Don’t do what? Miss you? Yeah, right.”   God. You’re getting too fucking good at this. He’s gotta fight back or else his throne will be taken before he even sees you again. “Just a bad night to say it, doll.”  “Why?”  Perfect. “Cus I’m willing to get in the car.”  “Fuck.” 

they're so cute! Yoongi! go to her but also don't but also YESSSSSSSSSS move in together lemme cry with y'all!!!

“I hate you.”  You’re smiling, too. Cute ass. Just the fact that he knows makes him excited for the future, and he’s determined to make it count. Make it worth it. You deserve every goddamn apology he can give. “I miss you, too, babe,” he whispers, grabbing the glasses from the table to wash in his sink.  “Nu uh! You hate me, too.”  Wait. Did you… Did you just pout? 

sTOP they're so CUTE!!!! they miss each other!!!

But for now, Yoongi will figure out how to talk to you, every day, no matter what. Texts, calls, whatever the fuck. The effort has got to show from now on. No more of this dark headspace shit. He needs to try harder and figure it out faster. For you.  Because of you. It’s always you. 

i'm IN LOVE WITH HIMMMM

Ever since the call you never thought he’d answer, you’ve been contacted every night. What was once days of radio silence quickly shifted to him reaching out however he could, hours of the day be damned. Just last night, in fact, Yoongi sent you texts at four in the morning, and you beam just thinking about what he said so casually.   Yoongi [3:57am]: That keyboard I told you about is fucking dope. Just got it today and it won’t let me sleep lmaooo Yoongi [3:58am]: I was gonna say sorry for texting but fuck it you’re getting all the updates :) 

he's putting in the effort! i didn't doubt he would but he's trying so hard!!! (also apparently i reached my image limit lmao damn tumblr)

Only one person has ever sent you food while you’re at work. And staring inside the parcel, you would’ve been able to tell who it was from even if said person had never sent any before. After five days. Yoongi really just sent you on a grocery run to surprise you with another meetup.

he's so thoughtful! and he sent her FOOD to her WORK place like I'm so in love with him

Your brother has his own work outing tonight, anyway, and you are dead set on breaking all of this to him soon. Even though you are very much unprepared. And he is going to lose his fucking mind if he doesn’t know already. Fuck. You’ve had all five days to think it over. All the possible combinations and possibilities and outcomes. Some of them are extreme, some of them are hopeful. But for a majority of these projections, you have a feeling that none of you are gonna leave it without wounds.  And you don’t know how you’re gonna save both of them if theirs are cut too deep. 

i really REALLY want things to go well for them but seeing how the brother freaked out earlier i don't think they will :(((

“Yeah! I got big girl money now.”  “It’s like that? Maybe I should work there, too.”  “Oh, you’d hate it,” you giggle, scheming hard in your head for tonight already. Pretty bubbles in your ribs lift all your spirits. “I’m actually pretty bossy here.” The groan that seeps through your car should be illegal.  “That is literally what I’ve been wanting to see.” 

i too would like to make big girl money lmao someday! but the groan I'm imagining oof i am NOT OKAY and him saying it's what he's been wanting to see ugh I'm spiraling into a sea of sinful thoughts!!!

“I’m starting to regret this.” “Regret what?” “Everything.” Liar! Your cheeks hurt as you look both ways before making a turn. “Can’t fool me. You’re excited.” “I am.”

stop! they're too CUTE I LOVE THEM A HEALTHY AMOUNT

“I think we’re out of condoms.”  Who is out of what. If you weren’t still at a red, your foot would’ve slammed on the gas because what the fuck! All you can manage out are sounds without substance, random syllables, gibberish. Nothing is computing in your head.  “Wait. Or are we?” Okay, Yoongi needs to stop with that two-letter word before your behavior turns downright criminal. With as much seriousness as you can manage, you accuse, “Are you just fucking with me?” And his response launches you forward just as the light turns green,  “Yeah. That’s why we’re out of—” “Alright!” you cut in, stopping stopping stopping him because for whatever reason, this conversation is too much.

the way i THOUGHT it was gonna be THAT time and ngksfksnvrngitis but also the way they launch forward lmao i'd be distracted as hell too lol

“You’re just lucky I’m not there with you.”  “Yeah, you’d be annoying as hell.”  “Damn!” 

😂😂😂😂

“I really do wanna get groceries with you.”  “It’s gonna happen, doll.”  You clutch the wheel. “Cus I want that, too.”

okay but going grocery shopping with my husband is one of my favorite things to do (until i get too overstimulated at least) but ughh i want that for them too like their first trip to the store to get a few things for dinner together and some stuff for the kitty 😭😭😭

But Yoongi finds a bag you had separated from the rest, and you snap your mouth shut when he looks inside, something rising in your core when he turns to you with an eyebrow raised. And a smirk so salacious it makes you quiver.  “What about it,” you squeak out, crumbling when he simply takes the bag and flings it through his bedroom door. “You said you—we were out, so…”  “That’s a big box, doll,” he points out on his way to your tightly bitten lip. Mouth slicing through your sanity, he approaches you with a glint in his eyes. “Got something you wanna say?”  “Nope,” you whoosh out oh god he looks way too hot in those sweats wait is that a growing bulge? “Although I will say it took me forever to pick out what—”

okay but i'd be straight up blushing like I am an ADULT but I am SHY

one time we went to buy stuff at the store with our groceries and we ran into my husband's coworker and i turned to another aisle to hide the stuff lmao like ma'am not now!!! but also you said WE were out! il love her for correcting herself like that bc yes they're dating and ugh love them! but also the BIG ASSS BOX I'm IMAGINING SHE GOT lmao I'm thinking COSTCO size

Heaven probably wonders how to replicate this feeling. How to imitate this treasured yearning that only he can pull from the depths of your ocean. Deep, deeper, deepest. All these kisses. Your ascending affection. 

RYEN your way with WORDS i love you! hit me right in the heart!

But hold up, you just bought a shit ton of food! “Then what the hell was the run for?” Yoongi blinks. Then he does it again. Expression stone still, he responds as if you were privy to his plans this entire time, “I told you to get what I needed.”  “And I needed food.”

he's such a butt baby lmao

A tiny peek of teeth show as Yoongi smiles, and you don’t expect what he offers next, “Just be you, doll. It’s just me.”

he's such a cutie sweetheart cutie cute cutie 😭😭

The next bite of food pauses on the way to your mouth. “Oh,” you murmur. “Same for you then.” “Nah.” “Why not?” “Cus we wouldn’t make it to where we’re going.”

i take it BACK, he's a MENACE!

“I’ve just thought about some things,” he starts, another song playing. “How worried you must’ve been.”  “I was. But not for the same reason as last time.” Without a hesitation of your own, your palm reaches between your seats. And you can tell Yoongi watches as you take his hand to hold.  “I was worried about you,” you correct with softness. “It was hard because I didn’t know what to do.” Don’t fucking cry. You filled quite a few buckets already. “When you started not really saying much, I just… Hoped it was for a good reason, so. Yeah.”  You feel your hand gently pulled, which is already enough to make you melt. But when it’s kissed, you don’t know what the hell to fucking do. 

I don't think I have any tears left :( my babies and he kissed her hand too! :( and he's making time to make her food and take her out after he disappeared to keep their relationship secret 😭😭😭

There’s a tiny fire in the back of your throat, the embers reaching your eyes just a little too aggressively. You attempt to squash the growing flames before they flare.

RYEN your brain, i love it ❤️❤️

“That you’d hate me.”  Your heart meshes his fingers with yours. “Yoongi.”  “Or that you shouldn’t be with someone that’s gone this much.”  Fuck, he’s doing it again. Regressing. You’ve seen it happen in his kitchen and you’ll be damned if all that work, all that peeling, all that resolution amounted to nothing wait, wait, stop. This isn’t gonna be an overnight fix. And you have no clue what’s been happening, so just keep trying, trying, trying. 

ah my poor baby, my heart hurts for both of them.

“I’m used to people leaving,” you joke, but not really. “Like seasons.”  He’s quiet as the light turns green. And when you don’t finish, he admits, “I think the same.”  “At least you come back.”  “Always, doll.” 

okay i think i spaced earlier bc i know Yoongi mentioned something earlier about winter and now it's all just clicking and I'm scREAMING rn they're so sweet!

“What’s this?”  “Where we’re going.” Hold on, you’re going inside? “Are we even allowed to be here?” When Yoongi responds, his teeth make you shiver as he smirks. “Can’t say for sure, no.”

lmao i loved this, he's so casual about it "can't say for sure, no." like sir I am afraid of being in trouble lmao

Your mouth finally unsticks. “If we get caught, you’re gonna pay for this.” And you can’t resist his stupid grin. “Now get your pretty ass out before I put you in the back.” 

OOF the thoughts that just went to my head like a quickie in the car bc they just can't wait and maybe reader hits her head on the roof (?) ah the thoughts you put in my head!

Grinning, he leads you out, and you follow him to the trunk. After bouncing his stowed ball a couple times, he decides to lean in and reach for something else.  Wait. Is that what you think it is? “Did you always have that in there?” you ask, pointing to the contraption that Yoongi’s using to air up his basketball. And he does a horrible job at suppressing a smile. Which makes you burst into flutters and beats beats beats. “You liar!” Oh, you are gonna wipe those laughs from his throat. “I had to change up my plans because of you!” Palming the ball, Yoongi tilts his head dangerously to one side. “And I got to see you,” he proudly claims. “So I’ll take it.”

I know he did it on purpose, im sure i reread it recently but reader finding out ugh he's been into her since day 1, i truly wonder if he ever had a crush on her even for a split second like reader did on him. he just wanted to see her, and he took his friends ribbing just to see her for a few moments, ugh i gotta go back and reread, i love this series so much, i was rereading a few days ago but what's a fourth/fifth time? i love it i love it i love it

“Are we really going in?” Fishing something out of his pocket, Yoongi simply turns over his shoulder. “Yeah. Why not?” “No reason.” “So I shouldn’t bust in?” Huh. “What?” “I’ve already done it a few times, so.”

I am NOT the one to take for this stuff! I even feel bad taking too many creamers (the reese's one lol) for my gas station coffee! sneaking into a building would end me!

“They won’t, doll.” “Are you sure? If we get caught here they’re gonna call the police and I am definitely not… Gonna…” The object in his hand jangles, and you clearly see he was just joking the whole time because keys—keys—stare you in the face.  What is it with him and keys?  When Yoongi speaks, you feel like you’ve never done anything bad in your life, and suddenly the thought of trespassing with an official way in is so scandalous,  “You picked the wrong night to be a good girl.”

lmao i too am a good girl, even though he has keys and opened the door, i would be questioning it. there's still so much we don't know about Yoongi and i love learning new stuff about him

When you glare, the man only grins, hisses of laughter leaving him way too happily before he unlocks the door to no alarms or sirens. He doesn’t need to throw a wink your way, too, but of course he does as he lets you in. Which causes you to float through the dark entryway instead of walk oh he did not just slap your ass! A jolt in your cunt causes you to regard him in shock. To which he hums in a feigned question. “Hmm?” With nothing but darkness and his cologne surrounding you, it’s only natural that giddiness takes hold. Truthfully, you’re packed with so much adrenaline that you feel a little wild yourself. “You’ve been waiting to do that, huh.”  “So fucking long.”

ugh me next! and he's been waiting to do that! I'm sad they can't do that just because and he said he's been waiting so long! let them be happy !!!

Yoongi feels along the wall beside you for lights, purposefully bumping your chest with his front even though he’s securing a ball with an arm. “You’re in the way,” he jokes through what you think is a smile, and you’re about to move when he flicks on a switch very far away from your shoulder. Liar! Your jaw drop must be comical because Yoongi’s grin stretches astronomically wide. But you cannot find a retort because seeing him so chill while you’re stiff from paranoia has you at a loss.

this was so cute! "You're in the way" and he lied just to be up on her. he's so funny, i loveeeeeeeeee him

Is this how he used to be all the time? This carefree, all caution to the wind? He’s so fucking handsome like this. No wonder he’s pulled so many hearts just like yours. 

part of me wants to know more about the other girls but i know better than to ask lmao but i can see how easily they'd flock to him

And it takes your last bite of food for something to finally hit you. How does Yoongi have keys to this place? Where the hell did he score those because you don’t think he ever mentioned anything about working here. Or anywhere else other than the studio. 

wait WAIT it took my second rereading to think IS THIS THE SURPRISE JIMIN HAD????? a private moment for them to just BE? I thought it was the jerseys but now im wondering if it was this, please lemme know

“Wouldn’t wanna throw you off your game before a championship.”  “Uh huh.” “I’d make you cry what the fuck!”  Water spills down your head in rivulets as you freeze, stunned and watching Yoongi jogging his laughs back to the bleachers like a punk. “Think you got something on your face, doll.” “Yoongi!” What the hell possessed him to do that to you here? Racing after him with purpose, you slam into him just as he reaches for another bottle, shoving a laugh out of his throat and making him catch himself on hardwood. “Nu uh, gimme that!” “It’s mine, I just ran out—” “Bitch!” You lunge for another bottle lying further away, distancing yourself to quickly rip the cap off and to avoid feeling his slick back on your hands. 

the way this chapter has everything coming back full circle! your brain is amazing RYEN ❤️❤️

You can only stare as he drinks you in, no doubt looking at his silver around your neck and your chest heaving from exertion.

the CHAINS omg she's wearing the CHAINS

“Careful, doll.” “Hmm?” You feel bad. And it feels fantastic. “What was that?”  More gravel slides down his tongue, and you shake at his attractive as fuck threat, “Fuck around and find out then.” 

FUCK 🥵🥵

“Unless.” He leans forward. “My baby’s too scared.” 

MY BABY!!! he said MY BABY!!

“Fuck it, we’re leaving.”  “Huh?” Dazed, you let your vision refocus as Yoongi chuckles at your hazy state.  “Fuck this. I’m taking you home.” 

FUCK FUCK OKAY 🥵🥵

Fucking hell, Yoongi was right. Because you’ll already never get over how attractive he looks in athletic clothes. But team jerseys?  Seeing this man rock a basketball uniform with his toned arms and legs so visible makes you want to claw your way out of your invisible cage. 

I don't think I can imagine this without HOLLERING 🥵🥵🥵

Because you recognize someone you knew from a dark club walking onto the court, his team looking just as sharp and cocky as his eyes.  You don’t notice the way Jimin’s hands flex, nor the way a familiar presence walks up to join your brother.  All you can do is stare back.  And without even realizing.  You’re already rubbing your arm.

Oh NO POOR BABY my heart! I hope he doesn't even TRY to approach her bc he's gonna get his shit wrecked and he deserves it too !

ah Ryen, what can I say! I cried, i laughed, i hurt reading this! I can't wait (i can wait) to read what happens next! I swear I could read this over and over again and I have! thank you so much for sharing with us and I can't wait to see what's next! 💜💜💜

broken, pt. 1 (3tan) | myg

title: broken (pt. 1) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series:masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: chilling conversations prolong things even further… until everything goes to hell. note: this is only one half of what was supposed to be a whole chapter! broken, pt. 2 will come out after i’ve had time to make it something i’m proud of. trying to rush everything out didn’t do any favors, so hilariously and ironically, broken is broken up into two hahaha. warnings: language, angst, tension, yoongi’s pov is longgg, alcohol consumption, tobacco mentions, bro🥲, yoongi in the studio😩, the studio boys make another appearance👀, …someone else makes their first appearance👀👀, scuffles, tense situations, did i say angst?, water bottles get their own warning, long hair yoongi, basketball yoongi🫠, crying, bro a ha ha, jimin has tats and he’s not afraid to show them, the chains stay on(???), …bad boy yoongi😀👍, honestly he is on another level of warning here don’t perceive me💀, the fluff is fluffing here like what, backstory we’ve been waiting for😗, yoongi on the phone, hand holding :’)), kissing :’)), oh god the kissing❤️‍🩹, there’s just a lot in both parts i’m sorry y'all playlist: broken (lp) drop date: dec 3rd, 2023, 4:00pm est word count: …19.1k 🚶‍♀️

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fic recs january 2021

hi guys!! okay so i got to thinking and i’ve seen a lot of these posts around so i made my own!! i think that fic rec masterposts are such a great way to support writers and get more people to have the chance of seeing fics!!! plus i’m leaving a bit of feedback too :))

if you know of any fics that you’d like to share a little love on / you’d like me to read so that i can reblog and give it a little love, send me an ask with the title and the author’s url!!! 

so here it is, all the fics that i read in january 2021 (and the very end of december but i’m including them anyway)

total number of fics listed: 92 (series counted as a single piece)

@moonchildstyles

aster / tattoo artist harry aster | daffodil | sweet pea | gardenia | poppy

i read this entire series at like 8 am after not sleeping the night before and oh my god i was literally so soft!! like this is so fucking cute i literally felt like i was going to throw up the entire time (in the best way yk) like omg the butterflies i got from this series? unmatched. also, i feel that it’s necessary to add the part of this that made my heart absolutely explode: Harry’s thumb stroked her jawline, a smile molding his features. “Y’not a baby love, unless you want to be my baby. And I like you a lot, too. And stuff. like okay kill me <3

citrine / witch harry citrine | opal | lepidolite | sodalite | carnelian | angelite

alright so h is literally so sweet in this one!! he’s so gentle and lovely and i truly fell in love with him in the very first few paragraphs. and he’s so out of tune with everything but he’s trying his best to understand and just... sigh. “I’d look forever for you, if I had to.” love love love this line so much it’s literally the perfect way to tie everything together

chiaroscuro / vampire harry chiaroscuro | sfumato | craquelore | non finito | fresco | renaissance 

this is very creepy during the first chapter but in such a good way!!! i literally found myself gasping and i barely ever vocally react to a fic unless i am squealing at the fluff or crying but i vocally react to lindsee’s fics literally they are so good pleaseee. and omg the growth throughout this fic truly is impeccable i swear.

@gucciwins

adore you

okay this is so cute!!! loved every single word of it!!! there was a bit of angst at the very beginning that had my heart hurting but it was all mended by the end!!! the dad!harry content was absolutely immaculate omg i literally loved reading about atticus!!!!! i absolutely love long pieces and i think that this piece was the perfect length!! there were so many things that were packed in there but it didn’t seem rushed or jumbled or anything like that!!!!

@soysauceharry

watashi no sakura

okay first things first, i love japanrry in any form so i knew just by looking at the description that i was going to love this regardless of what was in it. to be honest i didn’t expect him to have a penny board that he used to get everywhere but there’s something so cute about that to me. throughout this entire fic, i was so amazed at the way that their relationship moved along so naturally and at such a good pace. i feel like there’s an art to making things move along at the right pace, and you definitely have that down!! i truly loved this fic so much and will probably be coming back at times to reread!

@havethetimeofyourstyles

143

i am very in love with this!!! boxer!h is so freaking yummy plus it’s so well written that i can feel everything, which is so amazing. i love that i’m able to feel all the emotions and picture everything while reading!! my heart broke a bit for harry while he was sad and just looking for love in any way he could find it. like mega sigh. also, i love the way that the characters are introduced. like, y/n doesn’t come at the very beginning but it’s so natural when she’s finally introduced. and omg the interactions that they had??? the reassurances??? *chef’s kiss*

baby, it’s cold outside

before i even started reading this, i knew i would love it!!! teacher!h has a special place in my heart for some reason i truly love him so much!! oh my god the yearning in this piece is so heartbreaking!!!! i literally read through the entire thing thinking that i was going to cry because of how much i could feel y/n and harry yearning for each other. sigh this is so cute i will definitely be rereading (most likely multiple times)

bright & blooming

ahhh this is literally so cute i live for the long distance friendships + only seeing each other over the summer!!! that is literally so amazing to me that you love someone that much to wait all year to only see them for a month!!! and this was such a good representation of the love and yearning that come with that!!! and i absolutely adore the way that you described each of them and their nicknames for each other!!!! love love love!!!

where the world takes you

this is my study abroad dream!!!!! the loveliness of them meeting and drunk!harry is just so sweet i love it so much!!! and the way that the flashback is in the middle and explains everything is so genius!!! and the full circle of it all makes me so happy!!! also the way that i cried at the end of the four months!! like that was heartbreaking but everything was pieced back together as it went along!!!

extra credit

this is prof!h so you know it’s great!!! i am such a sucker for this au i swear. this was so cute!! the way that everything progressed and the confession and the tension!!!! and then the “Yours.” at that one part had me screaming!!! and the way that he literally had a plan oh my god that’s so cute!!!! i love their dynamic so much!!!

deep sleep

this is so :) :( :) :( if that makes sense!! like i love love love dad!harry but there are just a few things that make me want to sob <3 i absolutely adore it though!!!!! it’s very sweet how mr. styles comes out here comforting as he should!!!!

beautiful inside & out

this is so sweet oh my god it’s beautifully written and i really felt everything that was going on!! personally, i’m not a person of color, but i think that this piece truly was written so wonderfully and it’s very lovely!!!! the insecurities made me literally want to cry, but the way that h was there to comfort was very nice, it made me so soft!!

admiring

this is so sweet!! the background snippet in there is so well done i love getting to know exactly how they met!!! and the way that harry’s being admired is just!!! so good!!!! like i love the descriptions and the feelings connected to that!!!! the entire thing is just so cute!!

for your eyes only

i shed tears reading this!! like it is so sad but also so happy!! i know that makes no sense but there was just a sense of my heart breaking and then it being put back together again and i love that!!! definitely a fantastic use of ‘if i could fly’ which is one of my fav one direction songs so that’s just a plus honestly!!!

@greenorangevioletgrass

to feel good

miss ava!!!! coming out strong with your first harry fic!!!! it’s so lovely, so pure, so sweet!!!! the memories that are included make everything that much better!!! the flashback really fills out everything nicely!!! the interaction that the two of them had at the end was so comforting to read like... that’s literally one of the most wonderful endings i’ve ever experienced on a fic like this!!!

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

demon!harry  angel!y/n -  a total of 51 blurbs, drabbles, and one-shots demon!y/n - a total of 8 blurbs, drabbles, and one-shots

yeah okay so there are...... a lot of things here so i’ll do a demon!harry + angel!y/n feedback thingy and a different one for demon!harry + demon!y/n demon!harry + angel!y/n: he’s such an asshole but he’s... already kinda turning soft like... he’s already got the little simp showing through!!  “ When it comes to love, if it doesn’t hurt, it isn’t fun.” i’ll cry right here right now what the fuck is this?? sigh. “Tell me…” He gulps thickly, licking his burning lips in anticipation, “tell me you want me. Tell me this— whatever this is— tell me it’s real.” yeah that made me almost scream literally shut up andrea. also not me reading this and literally sobbing at some of the pieces like... no <3 “I promise on my soul— as damned as it may be— that I will not let anything bad happen to you. I swear.” i literally want to set myself on fire what the hell the things your brain comes up with literally what the fuck. i literally read all 51 pieces in a day and cried a million times but they were just because i’m soft for simprry. demon!harry + demon!y/n: okay so i am writing this after i’ve read the first two pieces and.... that escalated quite quickly i would say!!! if you like smut, you’ll like this!!!!!! if you like smut just go to andrea she’s got you!!!!! and we see some more simprry but not full swing because he doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrapped around her finger!!! and the way they’re not exclusive but they’re each other’s? *chef’s kiss* 

@jawllines

harry is the bad boy cliché of y/n’s dreams, she just doesn’t know it yet

this is so very sweet, so very soft!! all the pet names have me crying omg it’s literally one of the cutest things!!!! the way harry is so soft for her and he’s just so sweet and so obvious about his feelings even though she doesn’t completely see it is so sweet!!!!

harry’s a porn star and y/n is new

i love their dynamic here!! they automatically click and everything between them is so genuine and lovely!!! the way that they care about each other so immensely even though they haven’t known each other that long is so beautiful!!

harry is y/n’s dominant 

okay obviously this is like... smut but it’s so much more than that!!! their relationship is so sweet and lowkey domestic even from the very beginning and i love the trust that they have in each other!!! very cute!! and the ending was so so perfect!!!

y/n works in a roller rink and harry goes there to read

literally so sweet!!! the shy, kinda introverted h is to ide for!!!! and the way that they’re so cute together ahhh!!!!!! and i absolutely love the way that they support each other and are falling for each other before they even admit that they are!!!!

harry’s a vampire and y/n never dresses for the weather 

i love how when they met it wasn’t on great terms and he couldn’t get her off his mind so he was like “no, stay away!” but he was already so whipped for her and then!!!! when he asked how to be warm for her??? that made me so soft i literally thought i was going to cry.

harry and y/n are best friends and y/n isn’t his “type” (or so she’s heard)

this is so absolutely soft!!! they’re so whipped for each other and don’t even know it!!! and miss y/n hearing things made my heart break but all was well at the end!!! love love love!!! the entire dynamic that they have is so fun plus there were peeks of jealous h so that’s always a win!!!

y/n and harry don’t really mesh well, until they do

we love a bit of an enemies to lovers moment!! and the whole “y/n’s being a good friend to jeff, that’s it” and the tension and the drunk cuteness and literally all of it, it’s so wonderful!! harry being a softie is one of my weaknesses and although he’s a bit mean at first, he redeems himself!!

harry’s on the football team and y/n steals a dog

this is absolutely so cute!!! y/n has such a beautiful little personality and harry feeling things with her even though his “reputation” is different than hanging out with people like her is so great!! and the way that he takes up for her and the way that she comforts him is so lovely!!

harry is y/n’s grumpy neighbor and he has a secret part 2

this is actually the second time that i’ve read this fic tbh!! it’s just so good!! the dynamic of him trying to stay away from her because it’s dangerous for her to be too close to him and then him trying even harder to stay away from her and hide his feelings only for her to make a move is golden.

y/n pretends to be harry’s girlfriend

okay this one hurt a bit at first. i wanted to flick h in the forehead at first for trying to make someone else jealous with y/n but he redeemed himself as he does so i shall let him off the hook this time haha. i think that the way that they progress is so sweet plus!!! everyone loves a good fake dating au!!!

werewolves exist... pt. 2

this is the first werewolf au i’ve read in a while and it’s actually really good!! i love how everything progressed and the way that harry was like.... this isn’t supposed to happen like this!!!! it’s all very cute and it’s very enemies to lovers-esque even though they aren’t enemies lmao

y/n delivers sweets and harry lives on the side of a mountain

this made me so sad tbh like... the fact that they treated harry so bad just because they judged him before they know him makes me so sad and i really wanted to punch some people but it’s a fictional universe so i can’t actually do that lol. but the way that y/n was with him made me so soft i really love this piece

y/n is on harry’s tour crew and harry just think’s she’s lovely

y/n is so sweet in this piece!!! it makes my heart hurt when harry gets overwhelmed and snaps but thankfully everything is well in the end and he gets his act together so that he can realize what is truly important!!!

harry is y/n’s criminology instructor part 2

this dynamic is an automatic yes and that’s on my love for this au. anyway, the way that he was like “it’s just a kiss” made me absolutely want to scream but i didn’t and thankfully i didn’t write him off as a prick because he’s actually so sweet and he takes care of her and loves her and just... he’s everything.

harry used y/n as a model for his art final

i wanted to smack harry upside the head so hard when he kept talking about his crush when y/n just wanted a good partner. thankfully he finally saw the light and realized that the only thing he wants is y/n by his side because y/n is there for him and cares about him and loves him

[theresthesnitch]

Bathed in the Moonlight

A/N: I mentioned recently that I'm writing a Wolfstar AU (a snippet can be found here!), which will have an explicit rating. However, I realized that I had never actually written smut featuring two men. Which led me to the decision that I needed to practice, because practice smut is a thing that people do. While this won't actually appear in my multichapter fic, I though you might enjoy it anyway.

Rated M above the cut, but explicit below. You can also read it here on AO3 (where kudos and comments are like warm hugs).

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He stood there, naked other than the light of the waning gibbous moon, and Remus thought he had never looked more beautiful. His dark hair fell in long, silken tresses that just twisted at his shoulders. His grey eyes shone brightly in the pale light as though incandescent in their own right. And his skin - his skin was everything. 

Remus drug his eyes along the sleek planes of Sirius's body, his skin smooth and unmarred, rolling out before him like a clean slate that simply begged to be kissed, to be licked, to be bitten. Remus longed to memorize every peak and valley, study the lines and angles with his tongue as guide. He was in awe of the man I standing in front of him, and though he knew Sirius' mind better than he knew his own, he yearned to learn the secrets his body had to tell. 

For the space of a heartbeat, he remembered that he, too, was naked and standing in front of Sirius, and he remembered that his own body looked nothing like the statuesque Adonis that stood in front of him, and for that heartbeat, Remus considered feeling shame and covering himself to hide the scars that littered his body as best he could behind his rough and calloused hands. The heartbeat passed and Remus looked into those piercing grey eyes and almost staggered under the weight of what he saw there - want, hunger, desire, lust. - and all of it directed at Remus. 

They stood there, taking each other in, neither one daring to move so as not to risk breaking the moment that was growing between them. They knew they stood atop a great precipice, and that to jump was to risk everything. Six years they had been friends. Six years since those little boys stood in their dorm room and shook hands. Oh, the things those six years contained! Numerous pranks and tricks that earned them a moniker known round the castle. Countless jokes and laughs that still sometimes echoed around the common room. An infinite number of tiny moments that seemed insignificant on their own, and yet added together, created a magnitude of friendship and life. One giant, life-changing secret that, once shared, was a burden halved. One enormous gift that granted the wolf a pack and lessened his burden even more. One near tragic mistake that almost cost them everything. One year of reconciliation and penance and, finally, absolution. And now? 

And now they stood on the edge of all of that, ready to risk it all if they could just… 

Remus didn't know if he moved, or if Sirius moved, or perhaps they both moved together - but it didn't matter now because their lips were pressed together, hungry and wanting, seeking more and taking more. Remus felt Sirius' tongue press along the lines of his lips, and he opened to grant him access. He placed one hand on Sirius's waist and carded one through his hair until he was gripping the locks at the nape of his neck and pulling slightly as Sirius' head fell back and his neck was exposed. Remus trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck, nipping and sucking slightly, eliciting the most delicious moans out of the other man's throat. 

Sirius' hands fell low on Remus' hips, his thumb tracing light circles in the dip of his skin. Remus felt his skin ignite under his fingertips, lightning shooting throughout his body and lighting him on fire. He felt a low growl grow in his chest, unsure if it was from him or some remnant of the wolf that had only just nights ago laid claim to Remus' body. He felt Sirius react to that low sound, drawing his body closer and offering more of himself to the rough ministrations of Remus' lips. 

As Sirius drew his body closer to his own, Remus felt the long, hard length at the crest of the other man's legs press into his thigh, and Remus was filled with want.

Remus walked them both toward the bed, an careful negotiation of legs and feet, until the backs of Sirius' knees pressed against the bed and they were both falling onto it, a tangle of limbs and lips and lust. Remus moved on top of Sirius, and pressed their bodies together, and both sighed in some mix of relief and need as their hardness met between them. Their mouths met again, and Remus rutted slowly against Sirius, acclimating his body to the unique pleasure of being lined up like this with this man after he had spent so many nights longing for him. 

Sirius released a needy moan into Remus' mouth, which he happily captured and replied with increasingly passionate kisses. He thrust, again and again, relishing in the friction of their cocks rocking together, lubricated by the precum that was readily leaking between them. 

They shifted, and Remus' knees slotted between Sirius' legs, and their bodies moved somehow impossibly closer together. Their kisses deepened, and Remus' hands ran long lines down Sirius's abdomen. Their hands met at Remus' hips, and he brought Sirius's hands over his head, their fingers entwined and clenched together in the sheets above them.

The silence was broken by Sirius's sharp intake of breath, and then - 

"Remus, Rem - " he gasped out. Remus moved his lips down Sirius' jaw and to his ear, where he nipped at his ear lobe. "Remus, I've never - ah - I've never done this before." 

Remus pulled back slightly, and pushed himself up enough to look Sirius in the eyes. He saw the hesitation there, behind the want and need that overpowered everything else. "What do you mean?" Communal dorm rooms do not hold secrets well, and Remus knew that Sirius was not inexperienced, having been with both men and women before. It killed Remus to hear of these conquests, but he knew that Sirius had done this before. 

"I've never - ah -" Sirius looked a little bashful, almost shy, and if he hadn't been stalling what was turning out to be a near transcendent experience, Remus might have even found it cute. "I've never been on the receiving end of this." 

Oh. Oh. "Do you want to stop? Or, um, we could do something else?" 

"No," Sirius replied bluntly. "No, I want to, with you. I just - ah -" 

Remus smiled, and returned to placing kisses on the soft skin under his ear. "We can take this slow," he whispered in Sirius' ear, and felt the man tremble beneath him. 

"Yes," came the near breathless reply. Anything else he might have wanted to say was lost in a series of gasps and moans shared between them. 

Remus moved slightly away from Sirius, granting himself the room to work. Sirius whined slightly at the loss, and Remus smiled down at him. 

"I'm going to prep you now." Sirius nodded his consent, and Remus reached for his wand on the table next to them. He cast the cleaning and lubrication charms, and felt Sirius shudder below him, knowing he felt the warm slickness fill him. He cast the charm again on his fingers, and moved his hand between them until his finger found the puckered hole. 

Sirius let out a low moan as Remus began running his finger in slow circles around the hole, teasing but not penetrating yet. He waited until Sirius was brimming with want. "We will go slow, but only when you are ready." 

Sirius hesitated for only a moment before nodding, and Remus broke through that tight ring. He stilled, only the tip of his finger within the other man, until he grew accustomed to the intrusion. Slowly he slid his finger deeper and deeper, until it was lost inside Sirius. He slowly slid his finger out, and then glided it back in again, and again, and again, until Sirius was moaning with the pleasure of it. 

"Ready for another one?" He teased the entrance again with his second finger, the tip of the first still inside, and waited for the hesitation to cross Sirius's face and for him to nod again. A second finger slipped inside, and Remus repeated the process of slowly sliding in and out. He moved his fingers more freely, scissoring and spreading them to stretch the other man. He felt his own cock jump slightly in anticipation, already seeking the warm heat that waited buried inside Sirius. 

"Another one?" Remus asked, third finger already poised to penetrate him. The nod came quicker this time, all hesitation lost to the sensation of fingers and the anticipation of what was still to come. Remus worked slowly still, despite every desire within him wanting this part to be done so that they could just get on with it. This time he moved his other hand to Sirius's hard cock, stroking him gently in time with the thrust of his finger. He moved his finger to find the sensitive spot within the other man and pressed, gripping his other hand at the base to prevent any unintentional release as Sirius arched his back into Remus' hand. 

"You're ready for me," Remus said, sliding his fingers slowly in and out again. "You're so beautiful. Let me know when I can continue." 

"Please," came the breathy reply that was part consent but mostly plea. 

Remus smiled, and found himself unable to resist. "Please what?" He lined the spell-slickened head of his cock up to Sirius' prepared hole, and gently teased the sensitive area. 

Sirius groaned under him. "Please, Remus." 

Remus chuckled, not sure where this sudden resolve was coming from. "You're going to have to say it, Sirius, so I know you want it." 

Sirius whined something that sounded almost more Padfoot than human, and the wolf within Remus roared in his chest. "Please, Remus, please." A moment passed, and Remus held his breath and didn't move as he waited. "Please fuck me." 

The tight ring opened and slid around Remus until just the bell end was inside, and they both let out matching moans. Remus slid slowly inside Sirius, bit by bit, until he was sheathed completely in the other man. They stayed there for a moment, allowing their bodies to adjust to the new sensation. 

"Ready?" Remus saw Sirius nod, eyes closed but a look of pure bliss etched on his features. Remus moved slowly at first, giving Sirius time to adjust to the sensations, before increasing the pace and pressure of each thrust. 

"Alright?" Remus struggled to keep his steady motion instead of giving over to the sensations surrounding him, wanting to make sure that Sirius enjoyed this as much as he did. 

"Remus." His name came out as part growl, drenched in passion and still more Padfoot than human. "Shut up and fuck me." 

Remus dropped all pretense and lost himself within Sirius. He lowered his body on top of Sirius', and slid his hands down Sirius's arms until their fingers were once again entwined over their heads. He plunged deeply, quickly, filling Sirius again and again, feeling every inch of uncharted territory inside of him. With every thrust, he felt the wolf inside claiming the man, the dog, for his own - mine, mine, mine. Sirius lay beneath him, arching up and pulling Remus closer with his ankles crossed behind his back, and every motion felt like a resounding reply - yours, yours, yours. They moved together, danced together, and became one in the steady rhythm of their bodies. 

It was not long - or maybe it was hours, for Remus was so lost in this moment that it could have been days passing - before he felt Sirius's breath quicken beneath him, and felt him contract around him. Remus released Sirius's hand and moved his own between them, gripping and stroking Sirius's hard length, coaxing him to the edge until he finally released, spilling over Remus' hand and onto his chest. Remus thrust once, twice, three times more until he too found release buried within Sirius. 

Remus collapsed on top of Sirius, still inside of him and sweat mingling with come on their chests between them. Sirius dropped his arms from over their heads and wrapped them around Remus' neck. He peppered kisses on Remus' head and cheeks while Remus felt his heart rate and his breathing slow. 

Remus rolled off of Sirius, feeling himself at last slip out, and reached back to grab his wand. He cast cleaning charms over both of them, and then a cooling charm for good measure, and drew Sirius against his chest, legs and arms entangled. They lay there together, quiet and comfortable in each other's presence. Remus vaguely recalled this moment was supposed to feel awkward - the quiet negotiation of how long was too long to stay entwined this way before shuffling away - but none of that seemed to matter now. There was only quiet contentment. 

Remus felt himself drifting off into what promised to be a deep and restful sleep when he felt Sirius shift next to him. 

"Remus?" Remus hummed in response, words lost at the edge of sleep. "You're beautiful, too." 

[cinnaminsvga]

Hug-o-gram Preview | Yoongi

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“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending “hugs” to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to *o*e him, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: anticipated 10-12K  → a/n: who the fuck am i... why am i writing so much??? let’s all thank miss kwaranteen for that, my friends. but what’s with the fluff, you ask? thank miss @jincherie​ for that because her weak heart can’t handle angst so i have to use my limited fluff muscles to write this for her... anyway idk when this is coming out but its probs soon,, enjoy this lil snippet i guess LMAO 

“Yoongi, it’s time for me to head to work. You want to come with me today?” Seokjin asks, though he knows what answer he’s going to get. You see, Seokjin’s new booming business is another one of his fantastic ideas, but it is a little... inventive. Sure, Yoongi had scoffed when he had originally suggested the idea, but Seokjin knew that it was going to be a money-maker. Sure, it had taken a few years for the business to really take off, but once it finally did…

Enter Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service! Students from his university are able to send anonymous payments directly to him, with little notes attached for their crushes. Each love letter delivery comes with a hug from Seokjin himself, delivered straight to the person without them ever knowing who the hug came from. It was ingenious! It was lucrative! But most of all…

It allowed Seokjin to cause drama and have an excuse for it! Nothing could have been more perfect for a man like him.

“No thanks,” Yoongi snorts, rolling over to face him. He watches from the floor as Seokjin changes into a butter-less shirt, which also happens to have his own face printed on the front and back. His trusty cardboard sign that reads “I’m Gonna Glomp Ya!” also joins his attire for the afternoon, a long piece of string tied to its edges so that he can wear it around his neck. Throwing on a pair of white sneakers with the tags still attached, Seokjin is ready to tackle today’s list of would-be hug-ees.

“How do I look?” Seokjin asks, combing his hair with his fingers. It leaves an oily sheen, which he somehow makes it work.

“Ugly,” Yoongi says, like a liar.

“It’s okay, I understand. I can speak tsundere, so you don’t need to explain,” Seokjin snickers, nearly getting hit with a TV remote by Yoongi. He opens his phone again, swiping to his e-mail to see his list of hug deliveries for the day.

Seokjin gets around 10 requests a day, with around half of them coming from regular clients. He’s especially fond of this boy who has been sending hugs to his TA named Namjoon for almost a month now. He has no idea why this kid has so much disposable income, though seeing the blush on Namjoon’s face everyday makes Seokjin think that he would spend every last penny for him too. Namjoon had begged Seokjin for his secret admirer’s identity, but snitchin’ isn’t a part of his service, unfortunately.

As much as Seokjin wants to know who is crushing on who, his little business wouldn’t work as well as it did if anonymity wasn’t included in his package deal. It allows people to thirst in public without facing the repercussions, like getting a knee to the groin or a slap to the face. Not that Seokjin has ever been at the receiving end of that; everyone loves him! Like, have you seen him? He must have saved a civilization in the past with how devastatingly beautiful his forehead is.

“Why am I suddenly filled with the relentless urge to deck you right now?” Yoongi says, getting up to change into clean clothes as well. His black t-shirt unfortunately does not have Seokjin’s face on it, but that can quickly be amended if the elder of the two decides to follow his every intrusive whim.

Seokjin laughs, completely unaware of the murderous capabilities of his friend. Due to his smaller body size, his percentage of evil is unusually concentrated. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m into pain pla–” but Seokjin’s retort suddenly grinds to a halt. He chokes mid-sentence, coughing wildly as he pounds his chest with a balled-up fist. When Yoongi looks up at him, he finds his hyung staring slack-jawed at his phone, seemingly flabbergasted by what he finds on his screen.

“What’s the matter? Accidentally sent a dick pic to your prof again?” Yoongi snorts.

“That was one time! And no, it’s…” Seokjin trails off, uncharacteristically hesitant. He shifts his gaze from his phone to Yoongi, a drop of sweat quickly forming on the back of his neck. Yoongi raises a brow, silently urging him to continue.

Instead of replying, Seokjin hands him his phone. Yoongi finds a copy of one of Seokjin’s newest hug requests, only having just received it five minutes ago. As he scrolls down, he finds that this secret admirer is a new client, but that isn’t what made Seokjin stop in his tracks. Instead, it’s the recipient of the hug that catches his attention–

“Y/N has a secret admirer?” Yoongi says, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, trying his best to school his face into something less… jealous. He swivels away from Seokjin, forcing himself to breathe slowly through his nose. He convinces himself that he is the very epitome of calmness.

“You okay there, Yoongi? You look like you’re about to vomit,” Seokjin says, immediately breaking his inner peace. Yoongi groans loudly, shucking the phone over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. Seokjin, with his superhuman and God-given reflexes… doesn’t catch it. But he did dive to the floor like a seasoned Olympian, and his ass cushioned his phone so he supposes that’s a win.

Back to the matter at hand––

“I am fine,” Yoongi says, as he continues to not be fine.

From the floor, Seokjin shoots him a disbelieving look. He lies down more comfortably, propping his head on his elbow. Screw his hug-o-gram appointments for now; nothing brings him more joy than seeing Yoongi absolutely losing it. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I marched up to Y/N right now and give her the warmest, coziest, most tender hug of her fucking life?”

“Y… Yes,” Yoongi squeaks, neck glowing a furious red. He has his fists clenched (adorably) by his sides, head bowed as he faces the wall of their apartment. Seokjin’s brain makes the unhelpful comparison of Yoongi with that cat meme who says “no talk me angy” in Impact font.

Seokjin grins, his wickedness from within coiling and yearning to burst from his seams. This is it! Maybe if he pushes a little more, then maybe Yoongi will stop pining like a pathetic loser! Also, it didn’t hurt that he got to push Yoongi’s buttons while he’s at it, but hey! Not all heroes go to heaven or whatever.

He grabs his phone from his ass, scrolling back to the e-mail. “So… You wouldn’t mind if I walk up to Y/N right now and tell her ‘Hey! I’ve had an embarrassingly long crush on you and when I heard about this hugging service… I couldn’t miss the chance to shoot my shot! If you’re single and ready to #mingle, then please meet me at the Corner Cafe at 2 PM tomorrow.’” Seokjin sing-songs, snickering loudly when he sees the absolute pain etched onto Yoongi’s face.

There is a pause, and Seokjin waits as Yoongi uses his tiny kitty brain to think of what to do. He can only imagine what’s going inside his head, but he has a guess. Yoongi could either: 1) finally admit his feelings for you and come clean before Seokjin has to deliver your hug, or 2) do something stupid and counterproductive.

It comes as no surprise when Yoongi goes with option number––

[artistic-writer]

The Contract :: CS Omegaverse :: Ch 6

Title: The Contract Rating: E Summary: Emma had never wanted much in her life, despite being married to one of the richest men in the world. For ten years she has felt like a prisoner in her own marriage, denied the one thing she wants the most, but her husband cannot help but bargain her want like a cheap business deal.  Enter Killian Jones, the Alpha her husband has hired to make sure she gets what she wants. And then some.

A/N: I know I only posted a snippet yesterday, but i wasn’t expected to be done so soon! Yay! Also, I think writing Liam, Killian and Will slightly drunk is my new favourite thing. This chapter takes off where #5 left off, so enjoy ;) Thanks to @hollyethecurious who was my beta for this little adventure. I would also like to give a MASSIVE thank you to @itsfabianadocarmo for her beautiful artwork that she so graciously allowed me to use from now on! <3

ALSO A MASSIVE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @shardminds (for tomorrow) - IT’S EARLY BUT ITS HERE!

This is an Omegaverse fic featuring A/B/O dynamics.  Whilst this varies from fandom to fandom, for the purposes of my fic, there will be no mpreg.  Just so you know.  There will however be knotting, breeding, heats and other delicious things that come along with A/B/O.  If you do not know what A/B/O is, feel free to message me :)  Many thanks to @hollyethecurious @shardminds @kmomof4 @darkcolinodonorgasm @resident-of-storybrooke and @effulgentcolors for letting me bounce my complicated ideas of you lol

If you wish to stay away from this fic, blacklist the A/B/O tag.

Taglist:  I’ll be honest, i have lost my taglist for this fic, so if you want a tag, please message me here on on discord (Salem #5158/ itwontalwaysbelikethis@gmail.com) and I’ll add you!  I’ve tagged the following people i KNOW want to read this, but i don’t want to accidentally tag you if you do not like ABO.

@hollyethecurious @shardminds @kmomof4 @resident-of-storybrooke @darkcolinodonorgasm @thisonesatellite @xemmaloveskillianx @hookedonapirate @teamhook @winterbaby89 @carpedzem @courtorderedcake @profdanglaisstuff @itsfabianadocarmo @donteattheappleshook​ @ultraluckycatnd 

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The ferocity of his kiss made Emma swoon, her heart fluttering just under her skin. She had never felt such a yearning, such a need, and as soon as his knot had receded and they had left the car, Killian had cemented her animalistic want even more when he had hoisted her up onto his shoulder and carried her to her apartment. It thrilled her to no end, being carried, overpowered and yet cared for at the same time. Killian, growling deep in his throat as he crossed the threshold, slammed the door behind him and set her feet firmly back on the ground.

“How long is your refractory period?” Emma smirked salaciously, her fingers caressing the lapels of Killian’s blazer. He gave her a raised eyebrow as she arched into him, her fingers gripping the soft, cotton material and giving it a tug as she spun them around.

“Such a needy girl,” Killian growled, walking towards her and pinning her to the cold surface of the door. The sizzle of her skin was almost audible and her sharp intake of breath made his cock hard.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Emma whispered, pulling even harder on his jacket until Killian’s forehead touched hers. Their lips were so close, the breath between them all that separated her from the feel of his mouth on hers. “I want you all the time, Killian.”

“You shouldn’t,” Killian ground out, his entire body screaming at him to kiss her. His tongue darted out and he tasted her lips, the sweet taste of her ever present in his memory intensified in that moment.

“Why?” Emma breathed, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

The way she was acting was unlike any of their previous encounters and it was awakening something very primal inside of him, his hands skimming down the sides of her face and down the column of her neck. Killian paused, his thumb resting over the pulse there, the elevated rhythm of Emma’s heartbeat quickening even more when he stroked the skin where her Omega scent gland would be were she anything but Beta. A heady mixture of arousal and confusion coursed through him, his throat closing up around a lump there and the strain of his erection a painful reminder of what he could never truly have.

Emma was married. The fact that her husband was an arsehole was irrelevant, and the fact that Killian wanted to wring the Beta bastard’s neck was even more of a moot point. It didn’t matter to him what gender class she belonged to because at the end of the day she would never be attainable. He had let things go too far, let his feelings for her develop into something far greater than even he could control and if a day with Emma had shown him anything, it was that he wasn’t ready to let her go.

But his feelings could wait. Right now, the only thing more important to him than his own arousal, was Emma’s. She was especially wanton today and it hadn’t escaped his notice. First the lingerie, of which he had just reminded himself, then the panties, oh god, the panties, and then the very idea of a blow job which had the blood rushing to his cock from the memory alone, and, to be fair, what sort of Alpha would he be if he didn’t indulge Emma’s deepest, most baser urges?

He surged forward and pinned her to the door with his weight, making sure she could feel the length of his hardness pressed against her. Emma let out a gasp of surprise and her scent immediately changed, her sweet, subtle hint of what Killian had once known making way for a strong, spicier taste that had his blood boiling in his veins. It was familiar but overpowering, the low rumble of a growl crawling up from his belly as he raised her arms and she let him, rubbing herself against his length and biting her bottom lip.

“You want me too,” Emma surmised with a hint of glee, writhing her body against his even more. “Tell me you don’t.”

“That’s not fair,” Killian said gruffly. He pressed into her harder, resting his head on her collarbone and tasting her intoxicating skin with a quick peck of his lips. “You smell different, love,” he rasped. “I can’t think straight.”

“So don’t think at all,” Emma whispered, slipping her hands from his grasp and pushing the blazer off his shoulders. The muscles along Killian’s jaw tightened and the green of Emma’s eyes darkened with her lust at the sight. The cotton jacket fell to the floor and Killian kicked it away, closely followed by his shoes, his toes scrunching inside his socks in an attempt to ground himself.

“Emma, I-,” Killian began again, his vision blurry from whatever Emma had bewitched him with, her fingers tracing the v-neck of his t-shirt that had suddenly become clammy and clung to his body. He swallowed thickly, blinking to refocus the blood flow from his cock to his brain, a futile attempt if ever he’d known one.

“Don’t. Think.” Emma pressed her finger to his lips, halting any further interruptions from the Alpha before her. “Just, fuck me,” Emma purred, holding his eye contact when his stare bore into her. His eyes were the darkest Emma had ever seen and her skin flushed hot with the idea of what he could do to her. She knew, after all, exactly what Killian Jones was capable of. “Fuck me, and knot me like you promised in the restaurant.”

“Oh, my sweet,” Killian smirked, dragging his fingers down the length of her arms, lightly gripping her wrists. He held her gaze, unashamedly moving her hands to his chinos, encouraging her to unbutton them with a reassuring nod. “I’m going to fuck you, and will knot you, but be warned,” he paused, allowing her to lift the weight of him out of his underwear after she had pushed his chinos to the ground. As soon as she was done, he slapped his hands to her arse and hoisted her into the air, ignoring her squeak of joy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and let her sag into his hold. “This is going to ruin you.”

“Too late,” Emma rasped, clutching his face and finally planting her lips firmly on his.

If he hadn’t had the strength of an Alpha, Emma might have knocked them both to the ground with the force of her kiss. Killian wrapped his arms around her, tightening his hold on her body as he stepped from his chinos and flicked his foot, tossing them aside on his way further into the apartment. Her lips were sweet, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of and he’d be damned if he wanted to let up kissing her back for even a second.

“What about the lingerie?” Emma pulled her lips from his in a daze, her fingers interlocked behind his head and his neck muscles there straining against the edges of her palm.

“Nope.” Killian shook his head and Emma frowned at him. He set her down, much to her protest, but soon his intentions became clear when he reached behind her and unzipped her dress.

“No?” Emma asked salaciously, letting the material of her dress flutter to the floor once Killian had slipped it off her shoulders. It left her naked, gloriously bare and exposed to his hungry gaze, and Killian licked his lips with delight.

He shook his head again, crossed his arms over his body and Emma felt a surge of wetness between her legs when he lifted the last remaining remnant of clothing up and over his head and his arm muscles rippled deliciously under his skin. “Anything that blocks my view of your absolutely perfect body is not welcome here.”

Emma blushed and without even realising it, her hand had found his bicep where her fingers gripped the muscle in anticipation. “You said you liked it in the store.”

Killiam grinned darkly, stepping into her space and forcing her to retreat backwards until her thighs touched the huge bed behind them. “You weren’t naked in the store.”

Emma let out the longest breath as she fell backward and bounced on the mattress, turning herself onto her stomach whilst airbourne. She tried to crawl away with a giggle, Killian hot on her heels as he clambered onto the bed behind her and grabbed her by the hips. Emma wasn’t sure what had come over her, playing this little game of cat and mouse all day, teasing him to within an inch of his life, but she was enjoying it like nothing else they had ever done. His hands on her skin felt like red hot pokers, searing his fingerprints into the flesh there, the warmth between her legs igniting once more and causing her to clench her muscles.

“Ah ah, love,” Killian teased, giving one of her arse cheeks a playful slap and sending her crashing flat onto the bed. “Don’t you dare hold that wonderful nectar in.”

His hands were on her arse once more, long, lithe fingers kneading the globes with a growl. Emma smirked, her face buried into the thin sheet that covered the bed and she rolled her shoulders, and hummed contently. Killian was not about to let her out of his grasp, dragging his fingertips down the back of her thighs and pushing her legs together once he reached her knees, pinning her to the bed with his own weight as he straddled her legs. Before Emma had time to react, his fingers were tracing the crease of her behind, pushing between her legs and fishing around in the wet heat that was currently soaking the sheet underneath them.

“My word, aren’t we wet,” Killian rasped, teasing his finger around her entrance.

“Killian-,” Emma began in a breathy whisper, but Killian covered her back with his own body and canted his hips until his erection eased itself into the crease of her arse and had the rest of her words stolen in a gasp.

He let his weight envelope her, mindful not to crush her, but instead apply just enough pressure so that she was safely in his hold. Huge hands found the mattress beside her head and Emma felt dizzy with need, inhaling hard and smelling herself on his fingers. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move and she had never felt so loved in all her life.

“Please,” she begged, turning her face until her head lay sideways on the mattress and she could see the dark wisps of his hair falling over his forehead. Her hand reached behind her and clutched at his hip, a desperate please further enforced by her unadulterated need to feel his cock inside her. One of his hands brushed her hair aside, tucking it behind her ear before his tongue licked the outer shell with a husky moan.

“Gods, I love it when you beg,” Killian growled, his lips right next to her ear and his words sending shivers down her spine.

The sound that left her mouth was unlike anything Emma had ever heard from her own lips. She felt hot, her body melting into the mattress, the garbled mess of sounds tumbling from her throat just making Killian chuckle. His hands were on her, skimming over the curve of her hips that were pinned under his, his own enthusiastic panting turning her on even more. Emma tried to wiggle, to do anything to encourage Killian’s length where she wanted it, but he was steadfast, pressing his hands into the small of her back and pushing himself back into a sitting position.

His lips were on her instantly, tongue darting out to taste her as he kissed his way down her spine. It was agony, slow, torturous pain that fell just on the right side of pleasure and made Emma’s skin tighten over every single muscle in her body. The hair on the back of her head prickled to attention, her neck arching outward in an attempt to tempt his lips closer, but Killian just continued his journey down her back, making sure each and every bump of her spine was paid the utmost attention.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered between kisses, his hands placing featherlight touches after his lips to smooth away her trembling. “You’re so, so…” He stopped, fingers digging into her flesh in an attempt to stave off something Emma couldn’t make out, the feel of his jaw muscles clenching against the divet above her behind. Killian’s words were taken from him by the scent of her, her body making far more lubricant that he had seen before, cementing in his mind the idea that despite being Beta, Emma was made just for him.

“Taste me,” Emma whimpered, drawing his attention to her aching core with a lift of her buttocks. “I know you want to.”

“Oh, love,” Killian hissed, the softness of her cheeks rubbing over his sensitive tip. “How is it you know exactly what I want?” His lips were on her again, the skin of her arse cheeks rippling with goosebumps under his kiss. “What I need,” he added with a feral growl.

He sat back up, unable to take it anymore, taking himself in hand and stroking his length quickly. Emma grinned salaciously, her eyelids fluttering closed in anticipated pleasure she knew was coming. She eased her behind into the air which allowed for Killian to slide a pillow under her stomach. This had become a dance she was familiar with, the silence between them the only communication they needed, this position perfect for his cock to find the exact right spot over and over until they crashed in euphoria together.

Killian eased backwards, drawing his hands over her skin in a circular motion, encouraging her to relax that little bit more. Emma wasn’t sure how much more relaxed she could be. She felt like her body was floating already, the room spinning and her finger scrunching the material of the sheet in her grasp to ground her, but when Killian nosed into her folds from behind, there was nothing that could hold her steady. His tongue was scalding her, burning her from the inside out, the cool air in the room her only relief between his hungry gulps of her and the too long time he spent savouring the taste on his lips.

“How do I taste, Alpha?” Emma cooed, watching him lift his head at his title on her lips. They locked eyes and she bit her bottom lip coyly, flashing him a cheeky smile that was equal parts blissful and testing, his inner animal fighting to be free.

Any other time, Emma’s teasing would have been welcome, exciting even, but for some reason, Killian was overcome with the need to claim her. It was illogical, he knew that, but there was something about the scent of her, the remnants of her juices on his beard and those covering his tongue that made him roar inside. His skin felt like it was about to melt right off his bones, an itch that he couldn’t scratch just under the surface, but Emma was the remedy for his ills, his aches and his yearning and so, Killian was done being patient.

“Yes,” Emma hissed when she felt him position himself at her entrance.

Without preamble he was pushing home, entering her with one swift thrust of his hips and a sigh of relief. His body began to quake, the muscles in his upper thighs twitching when he tried to find his equilibrium. It was difficult, considering Emma had the ability to knock him for six simply by smiling at him, so the feel of her around him was almost suffocating. He froze, fighting off the maddening urge to pound into her relentlessly, aware that while she was very wet, and was already becoming accustomed to his size, the true Alpha nature that was clawing its way to the surface, or trying to, might scare her off.

Killian shifted his position, making sure he was seated inside of Emma as far as he could get, loving the way she pushed back onto him in an attempt to pull him in deeper. He clawed down her back, angling his hips upward, waiting for Emma to adjust her own body to where she felt most comfortable with his ever welcome intrusion. After a gasp and a shudder, Emma was lifting one knee, sliding her leg across the sheet and forcing Killian to roll over to the side so he was resting on his side behind her. Reluctant to slip from her tight heat, he followed the arch of her spine with more searing hot, open mouthed kisses, eager hands grabbing any part of her he could.

Silently, Emma moved his hand from her waist to her breast, flattening her palm over his and forcing him to knead the aching flesh. Her nipples hardened even more, the skin pulling tight around them, the bullet like buds telling Killian exactly what he already knew. Emma wanted more, breathless pleas leaving her mouth in nothing understandable, but her body crying out for what only he could give her.

Killian shushed her, soothing her need with more tender kisses, his length rooted inside of her as far as he could possibly get except for the swell of his knot. He repositioned himself so that he could kiss her face, one hand stroking the slightly damp side of her brow whilst the other held her still beneath him. Killian slid his lips to her cheek, placing soft kisses to the raised apple of it when she smiled. He loved her smile, and could lose himself in it forever, and with a smirk of his own, he planted his lips firmly on the corner of her mouth.

“Love,” Killian whispered against her lips, the corners of her mouth ticking up with pleasure at his endearment. He was drunk on her scent, the strength of it overpowering his brain as he dragged his forehead over the bare skin of her shoulder, and couldn’t stop the words before they slipped from his mouth. “I wish you were mine.”

Emma’s skin sent a ripple of anticipation through her entire body and all of the hair on her arms stood to attention at his words that she just knew weren’t said flippantly. Killian had never been one to confuse his words, but this was the first time she had ever heard him speak what was in his mind. She didn’t respond, afraid of him realising that she had heard what he had said, instead, rolling her bottom lip under her teeth, and flattening herself to the mattress where his engorged cock rubbed her in all the right places.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered before she could stop herself.

Killian was reluctant to leave the warmth of her skin but he did, forcing himself up on his forearms and pulling his hips back. His cock dragged against Emma’s insides, deliciously working her up, causing her body to coat his length in even more glorious wetness. It made him growl, a low gutteral sound from deep within him, and he slammed himself back into her with a stiff, clenched jaw. His nails raked down her ribcage, over each bump with increasing intensity to match his thrusts, one after the other that forced her legs open wider and expelled all the breath from her lungs.

“Knot me,” Emma whined, her words desperate and almost painful.

She was so close to coming, balancing right on the edge of her orgasm, but she just needed that little push to achieve what was fast becoming her favourite feeling in the world. The burning stretch of Killian’s knot as it entered her was addictive, all of the blood rushing to her stretched muscles and providing her with pinprick sensitivity through her entire core. The hair on his stomach rubbed at her buttocks, his cock so deep that he barely left her skin to cant his hips, and it was just the way she liked it, pressing on her pleasure center repeatedly.

“Are you sure?” Killian grunted, the bulb of his knot exposing itself at her words alone. She hadn’t come yet and he was afraid of hurting her, but the way she was writhing against his cock, hungry for his knot told him that he should trust her. She knew her own body far better than anyone, and if she wanted his knot, who was he to argue.

“Yes,” Emma hissed. “I need all of you.”

“Alright, love,” Killian purred with a grin. “As you wish.”

Soft, manly hands were heavy on her back but felt as light as air, almost invisible with how they were escorting her through the clouds of her mind. Emma was boneless, her soul on the outside of her body and the room around her faded away to reveal nothing but white hot bliss. She went limp, flattening herself against Killian’s hand that had found its way to her clit, rubbing herself in one direction against his fingers in a steady rhythm whilst he countered in the opposite. She was coming, the inside of her bones fizzing with pleasure, and the press of Killian’s bulb against her entrance made her whimper.

Killian leaned harder into her, his jaw clenched tightly and sweat beading his brow under the loose hair that flopped there. His thighs burned from the tempo of his love making, and the muscles in his back rippled with each thrust, his knot exposing itself to the cool air of the room just before slamming into Emma’s core, sending her into oblivion and the contractions of her muscles around him pulling him with her. Killian’s legs trembled and he grabbed at the flesh of Emma’s behind hungrily, letting out a groan of pleasure as he emptied himself inside of her and felt his inner beast howl with delight. It was a few moments before he realised he might be hurting her and relaxed his grip on her skin, smoothing his palm over the area before giving her a playful slap.

“Mmmm,” she hummed with a smile, enjoying the way Killian was seated inside of her.

Killian pulled the pillow out from underneath her and arranged them into a more comfortable position. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her quickly. Small tiny pecks along the width of her shoulders made her arch into him even more, the throb of her muscles around him massaging his knot bulb and making sure he didn’t slip from her body. A shiver prompted Killian to pull the sheet up over them, something that had been pushed down to the foot of the bed by their vigorous activities, and he smoothed it down over the curve of Emma’s body to make sure she was fully covered and would feel no chill as her body temperature returned to normal.

“Is that what you needed, my love?” Killian’s words were but a whisper, mumbled into the back of Emma’s ear and were followed by him nuzzling into her neck. He buried his face in her hair, unaware of what he had let slip in his own selfish error, until he felt her stiffen in his arms. Killian frowned, unsure what was wrong for a second, still lost to his own euphoria, but when Emma began to quake and sob, his panic soon chased away his pleasure. “Emma, love, what’s wrong?”

Emma couldn’t hold in her emotion any longer. A combination of the flutters of orgasm and the pain in her heart was just too great to contain any longer. Emma enjoyed seeing Killian, more than she liked to admit to herself, and of late she had felt an almighty draw to more than just the idea of sleeping with an Alpha. Emma was pulled toward Killian by a connection she couldn’t explain, by one she didn’t want to understand anymore than at its most basic level. She craved him and needed him more than she thought possible, and Killian’s words had opened up something inside of her that she had been trying to hold back.

It wasn’t for the sake of her marriage, because that was as good as over in her eyes. No, it was more than that. Emma had been trying to convince herself that a loveless marriage would be what she could settle for if she got what she wanted out of it, the Alpha experience she had been so intrigued by her whole life, but all finding Killian had shown her was what she was actually missing from her life.

Love.

“Emma?” Killian pried again, a little gentler than before but with no less panic stricken words. “Please,” he begged her, his own emotion creeping up his throat. He ground his teeth, wishing that he had waited to bury himself inside of her but also wishing he hadn’t, cursing himself for rushing after her high as eagerly as he had. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, nothing like that,” she assured him quickly, shaking her head.

“Then what, my sweet?” Killian soothed. His hands found her face, as awkward as their position allowed in their current join, and he wiped away her tears with his thumb.

“That,” Emma sobbed, turning her face further into the pillow. “My love, my sweet, Killian, you can’t say these things-.”

“And if I mean them?” Killian interjected her quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat. He tucked a crooked finger under her chin and tilted her face back towards his.

Emma’s breath hitched in her throat and she pinched her eyes closed even tighter, scared to look him in the eye. “Do you?” Her eyes fluttered open and met his, the darkened greys fading away to the beautiful shade of blue that she now saw.

“Aye,” Killian said with a nod and the small tick of a smile. He had never been much of a gambler, or been so apprehensive to say the next words out of his mouth, but with a small lick of his lips, he laid all of his cards on the table. “Emma, I love you.

--

Liam threw down the cards in his hand again, a disgruntled huff leaving his mouth through tightly pursed lips. He had never had much luck when it came to playing poker, or gambling of any kind really, but his brother had insisted on a game or two after hours. The bar had been closed for an hour, way into the early hours of the morning now, and all Liam had found was that Will Scarlet was either very lucky or with each hand he had something up his sleeve to guarantee his victory. Literally.

“You’re cheating,” he accused, narrowing his eyes as yet again, Will pawed his winnings towards him with an excited chuckle.

“Oh, come now, brother,” Killian teased, collecting the cards from each of them and setting them back into a pile. “That’s not very sportsmanlike.”

“Yeah, Liam,” Will added, stacking up his ever increasing pile of chips. “Where is your dignity in defeat?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t been defeated,” Liam groused. “I’ve been cheated out of my hard earned money by a thief!”

Will hurled himself back in his chair and the whole thing skidded across the floor. “Your words wound me, sir!”

Liam blinked. “But you are a thief, Scarlet!”

“Former thief,” Will corrected.

“Now, now, gents,” Killian bellowed above them, his voice echoing ever so slightly in the now empty bar. At his words, Liam crossed his arms over his body and twisted his mouth as if trying to stop the words he wanted to say from coming out. “Would you like to shuffle the deck, Liam?” Killian offered as a means of placating his brother.

“I don’t know what good that would do,” Liam huffed, ignoring the outstretched hand of his younger brother.

“Yeah, it won’t help how shite you are,” Will grumbled under his breath.

“Right!” Liam bellowed, slapping his hands to the table. “You are barred!” He pointed a menacing finger at Will, a vein bulging on his forehead.

“Again?” Will smirked cockily.

“Alright, Will, leave the man be,” Killian told his friend with a playful grin. “And, Liam? You and I both know Will spends more money than anyone else in this place, so in reality, isn’t he just taking back his own hard earned money?”

Liam was silent. His brother, although younger, was often much wiser in how he saw the world. Where Liam saw good and bad, Killian saw circumstances, especially when a person was one or the other based on what kind of hand life had dealt them. Will had been a thief, it was true, but where Liam had only ever seen their mutual friend as that which he was, Killian had seen the why and the how, and it was all down to circumstance. And now, due to a change in his circumstances, Will was no longer a thief.

Technically.

Killian knew that Will had hidden cards up his sleeve, literally, but he saw no point in ever calling him out on it. Their games were less about playing poker and more about being with like minded Alphas who just wanted to get their heads down and get through life as unnoticed as possible. Killian ignored Will’s sleight of hand, Will never mentioned Killian’s confidential life problems and Liam was none the wiser to either.

Except tonight, because Will Scarlet was also a chatty drunk.

“So, still dreaming about the wife?” Will teased, his words only a little bit slurred as he lifted the remainder of his pint to his lips.

“What wife?” Liam frowned, reaching for the cards he had been dealt.

“Little Miss Confidentiality Agreement,” Will said with a gulp of his drink.

“Seriously?” Liam shot Killian a look and his eyes went wide.

“Yeah, Killian can’t say anything or he doesn’t get paid,” Will giggled.

“Will,” Killian warned, trying to ignore the way his brother was boring a hole into the side of his head with his stare.

“Relax,” Will said cheekily “I’m not going to tell Liam how much you got for last night or anything.” He took another long gulp of his beer, barely swallowing the fizzy drink before he coughed out a number. “Fifteen.”

“Hundred?” Liam looked up from his cards.

“No, Thousand,” Will said gleefully. “Hey, we both thought hundreds, isn’t that funny?” He noted, giving Liam a drunk smile.

“Killian!” Liam shrieked, his knees bumping the underside of the table. Will’s stack of chips toppled over and he tutted under his breath, scrambling to right the towers in front of him.

“What?” Killian gave Liam a sheepish look.

“Do you think it’s because we are both so modest?” Will continued, prattling away to himself.

“Tell me our drunk magician here is lying,” Liam implored his brother, pointing his thumb in Will’s direction.

“Is it so hard to believe a woman would pay that much for sex?” Killian asked, trying to dodge Liam’s question.

“Uh, yes!” Liam yelled.

“Exactly why her husband is paying,” Will snorted through his laugh.

“Her husband?!” Liam coughed, eyes wide and hands forgetting the cards he had been dealt. He tossed them to the table and leaned closer to his brother.

“Will, can you just shut up, for one second in your life?” Killian growled.

“Oh, right, bite my head off! I’m only the one who got you the gig,” Will snapped defensively.

“I’m sorry, Killian, did he say her husband?” Liam blinked again, trying to comprehend Will’s little slip of the tongue.

“Yes,” Killian nodded, closing his eyes in anticipation of Liam’s inevitable rant.

“Is paying you fifteen thousand dollars to sleep with his wife?” Liam could hardly believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth, but here they were, discussing his little brother making more money than either of them could ever hope to comprehend in their lifetime. And for what? Fucking a rich wife?

“Yes,” Killian sighed.

“That’s each time too,” Will chimed in, peeking at Liam’s discarded cards.

“Who is he?” Liam squeaked.

“He can’t say. He signed a thing.” Will waved his hands, slumping back in his chair. “Are we going to play cards, or what lads?”

“WILL!” Killian and Liam bellowed in unison.

“Alright! Bloody hell,” Will scoffed. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a deep breath. “Didn’t want to make any money tonight anyway,” he muttered under his breath.

“You should see her, Liam,” Killian told his brother eagerly. He shuffled forward in his chair, finally discarding his own cards now he had no reason to need to distract himself. “She’s so unhappy in her marriage, I just wish I could take her away from it all.”

At Killian’s rambling confession, most likely because of the way his own alcohol intake has loosened his lips, Will choked on the last gulp of his beer.

“Woah, easy there, studly Jones,” Will warned with a cough.

“Should you be thinking like that? About a married woman, I mean,” Liam clarified but he already had his answer, it was plastered on Killian’s face.

He’d seen love once, had it even, but he never thought he would see the day that he saw it on his own brother’s face. Killian had never been the biggest, most imposing Alpha in the room, and he had never really so much as sniffed at a relationship before, but there was something about the way his eyes glowed, as if sparked to life by a divine light, that told Liam his brother might have just found his soul mate.

“All I've done is think about her,” Killian breathed, his heart constricting at the thought of Emma in his arms.

“Killian,” Liam said low, his voice even. He moistened his lips and rubbed the patch of stubble under his lip.

“I know, I know, but-” Killian protested.

“No buts, mate, love ‘em and leave ‘em, that’s the job,” Will reminded him with an arched brow.

“Maybe you just always want to ‘leave ‘em’ because ugly women pick you?” Killian snapped.

“Hey!” Will objected with a frown. “I’ll have you know I’m very popular.”

“Only because you’re an Alpha, mate,” Killian teased.

“And because you’ll stick your dick in anything,” Liam added with a grin.

“Yeah, remind me, how much to sleep with you again?” Killian smirked, ribbing him further.

“Alright, alright!” Will huffed, side eyeing both the brothers with a scowl. “I get it, I’m not as pretty as a Jones.”

“It’s alright, mate.” Killian leaned towards him, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “There is nothing wrong with that, right Liam?”

“Of course not,” Liam said as sincerely as he could, fighting his urge to crack a smirk as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned closer to Will. “One day you’ll find a woman who will leave the lights on,” he sniggered.

“Fuck off,” Will scoffed, laughter erupting from his mouth on his next breath.

Both Jones�� laughed with him, and he knew there was no malice behind their words. There never had been, throughout all the years they had known each other and through the entire duration of the same joke; Will was not, and never would be, as handsome as a Jones. But he had never minded, because the fact he was an Alpha was all he needed to excel in life. Even if most of his clients did, in fact, leave the lights off. Not that he was about to tell either Jones that.

“I’m happy when I’m with her and at a tremendously sad loss I can’t explain when I am not.” Killian scrubbed his hand over his stubbled jaw, recognizing his dilemma. “I know it sounds crazy, but I feel a connection with her, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“Like what? A mate connection?” Will frowned.

“I don’t know.” Killian shook his head, running his hands through his hair. “Gods, this is a mess.”

“Too right, mate,” Will scoffed, trying to dry off his chips.

“And this isn’t some sort of saviour complex. She doesn’t need saving, I just-.” Killian paused, a sad smile briefly gracing his face as he looked at his brother’s compassion. “I feel like I’d die without her, Liam, I truly do.”

“I’d prefer you alive, if that’s at all an option,” Liam told him softly but with a slight warning to his tone.

Killian balked a laugh. “I don’t think the husband has the time to do anything between work and his mistress.”

“How do you know that?” Liam challenged.

“What, that he has a mistress? He told me,” Killian shrugged. He reached for his beer, the chilled glass wet on the outside, and took a sip of the now warming liquid. “He’s a pig, Liam, an utter wanker. He doesn’t deserve her.”

“What a bastard.” Liam ground his teeth in anger. “Is she an Omega?”

“She isn’t.” Killian shook his head and Liam frowned, confused. “But there is something about her, Liam, I just know-”

“Shall I tell you what I know, little brother? She is a married woman, affluent by the sounds of it, and you are probably nothing more than her plaything.” Liam pushed himself to his feet and Killian watched him with utter sadness on his face. “But let me tell you what I don’t know.”

Killian’s head snapped up, as did Will’s, albeit with a little bit more of a sway. Liam paused, pinching the bridge of his nose and exhaling hard, causing Killian and Will to share a confused look as they waited for the rest of his words.

“I don’t know how she feels,” Liam smiled at his brother, who looked visibly relieved to know his brother was accepting his words.

Killian was more than confused by what his body was telling him and to know his brother was on board was a weight off his mind. Alpha’s were more attuned to their bodies and drawn to a mate based on scent, but Emma wasn’t anyone he should have been attracted to in the way an Alpha was to an Omega. There was her beauty, which was nothing to be scoffed at by any means, but it wasn’t the usual Alpha draw, and Killian couldn’t find what made him so attracted to Emma as hard as he tried.

“I told her I love her,” Killian confessed drunkenly.

“You did?” Liam’s eyes went bright.

“Oh boy,” Will gasped, then blew out a whistle.

“What did she say?” Liam asked earnestly.

Killian sighed, scrubbing his hands down his face. “She didn’t.”

“I guess that means you’ll have to ask her,” Will noted.

As if Killian needed any more of a sign, his cell phone started vibrating in his pocket and once he had retrieved it from the confines of his jeans, and seen Emma’s name on the screen, he paled and swallowed hard.

“It’s her,” he breathed.

“Well, don’t just stand there like a Beta, answer it!” Will yelled.

With a nod from Liam, Killian swiped his thumb across the screen and pressed the cold glass to his ear. For what felt like forever there was a pause and what sounded like a dead line, until he heard her smile and turned to walk away from his brother and rowdy friend.

“Hey,” he said softly, pushing his way through the empty tables towards the back of the bar. He had one finger in his ear to drown out the sound of Will cackling with glee.

“Hey,” Emma replied quickly, but her voice was filled with trepidation.

Killian frowned and he felt his stomach fall away from him. Worry overtook him instantly. Was it what he had said? Something her husband had said? Something changed in their arrangement that would stop him from seeing her again? “Are you alright, love?”

“Yeah, it’s just,” Emma paused, the silence on the line deafening. “Can you meet me? Like, now.”

“Of course,” Killian agreed without a second thought, his feet already taking him towards the exit.

“At the apartment,” Emma said softly.

“I’ll be right there.”

[t4tbruharvey]

5, 12, 14, 21, 34, and 36 to end it!!

TY OWL YOU CONTINUE TO BE A REAL ONE

5 - top five formative books?

hmm i think I'm gonna have to go with what was for the longest time my list of favourites. please mind in bear that some of these have questionable themes/authors and I'm always mostly in it for the prose.

1. the great gatsby (prose, characterisation, yearning)2. the book thief (prose, introduction, something that happened while i was reading it that i don’t want to get into)3. how to kill a mockingbird (intro again)4. the picture of dorian gray (prose and plot and that bit where it breaks off and describes jewels for like five pages)5. ....*deep sigh* it was jekyll and hyde. i really really liked and still like the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde. the descriptions of the settings and the main character (UTTERSON THE MC IS NOT JEKYLL) is very well done. he has nuance and you have to be told that on the first page and yet he does prove it. stannable.(bonus 6. the secret of platform 13 bc I'm OBSESSED with the idea of a distinct supernatural world interacting with ours through specific passageways)

12 - which story of yours do you like best? why?

i think at the moment it’s magic salem 100%. i think there are elements of other wips i’m very attached to –– style with venice fairytale, characterisation with toaster and sleeby peebles, plot with reese’s pieces and setting with the 20s one –– but magic salem has the fun of creating my own world and rules within it, as well as having a brilliant cast that i can apply to pretty much any situation (it got me back into sophie ellis bextor, not that i ever was into her) AND there are werewolves in it.

14 - what does it take for you to be ready to write a book? (i.e. do you research? outline? make a playlist or pinterest board? wing it?)

okay so here’s the thing. i’m still not ready? i’ve done a  ‘dump doc’ which is just songs and ideas and world building for magic salem, i’ve done a bit of research for venice fairytale and bough many many postcards with pictures of venice on them (the aesthetic is great so i’m killing two birds), i have a basic plot for sleepy peebles and reese’s pieces which is more than i can say for the rest of them, and i’ve done literally everything possible for toaster. i have a massive colour-coded folder on my computer with aesthetics for all the main cast and clothes and stuff, and many side aus, but no plot? so maybe that’s it. 

so, to answer the question, research and outline mostly. but playlists add some fun to it.

21 - what aspect of your writing are you most proud of?

absolutely extended metaphors and lexical fields. they’re the most fun thing to write, possibly ever. also character development. i know all of my characters inside fucking out, even background ones.

34 - unpopular writing thoughts/opinions?

if your grammar’s off i’ll be immediately taken out of the story, unless it’s a continued stylistic choice. like, maybe that’s mean, but it applies to me too: if i make a typo and DON’T find it before showing someone i’ll want to hurl myself into the void.

also cliches about light are so good!! they’re so fun!! i don’t CARE if they’re overused i WANT to know how the light is streaming in through the curtains of our YA protagonist’s room!!!!

36 - post a snippet

aaaa you know i will!!!! i love spoiling my own stuff!!! also do you know how long it took to find this. sigh.

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The toddler is still downstairs, crying. Good. If it’s crying, it’s awake.

Mal considers bringing soap, but it’ll probably leak, and anyway. Space. So they get toothbrushes and toothpaste because Ophelia once said that toothache can make you go blind, and while they don’t really believe that, they don’t want to risk it. And then another thing Ophelia said fights its way through their other thoughts, shoving itself to the forefront of their mind.

Ophelia, cooing and awwing over the toddler, bouncing it on her lap and saying thank you for the tea Mrs Jani and letting the toddler pull her hair. 

“It’s a nightmare,” Mal had said as soon as their mum left the room. “It’s always up in the middle of the night, screaming and shit.”

“He’s lovely.” The toddler had its hands in Lia’s hair, trying to pull it out of the french plaits she’d put it in. “Aren’t you? Yes you are!” 

“You’re using the pet voice.”

Ophelia ignored that and went back to bouncing the toddler. “If he bothers you that much when you have to watch him, just give him some toys to play with. I do it all the time with my cousins.”

[musermatt]

Do you like something human? Do you like it when the band goes in new directions? What is the worst(and/or best) sound experiment they’ve tried in your opinion?

Omg great questions thank you. Exactly the kinds of Qs I wanted. Be warned, I’m gonna ramble so much that I’m only going to answer the first question. I’ll address the others later, perhaps, but my thoughts on those might become clear in my discussion of Something Human.

Ok. So. My feelings about that song are a bit complicated. I don’t hate it quite as much as a lot of fans I’ve talked to, but I can’t really say I like it. I wanted to like it. I really did. I thought the acoustic snippet Matt posted on Instagram was nice. It was cool to see him getting the acoustic out and trying something a bit more low key. That I don’t mind at all - in fact, I encourage it. It’s not my preferred vibe at all, but I certainly respect their decision to experiment with that tone. One thing I didn’t love about it from the start though was the adherence to the diatonic major scale - I just don’t like conventional happy upbeat pop progressions. The song does manage to get away with it somewhat imo by having an interesting enough line on the acoustic, but the predominantly major tonality remains a compositional element I’m not crazy about. It just smacks of lazy songwriting from a band that used to treat augmented chords and modulation like child’s play. Luckily I got my fix for that kind of stuff on TDS, but I don’t think just because a song has a chiller, more poppy angle that it has to have all the trappings of a generic pop song. Still, I do think the acoustic is nice and I’m excited for the all-acoustic version in the deluxe edition.

BUT, I’ve been avoiding talking about the final version and you’re about to see why (hot takes incoming pls don’t hate me. If you can’t handle criticism of Muse, now’s the time to scroll). I’m not a fan of this song. I mean, since I’d heard the tease of the chorus at the end of the Drones movie I knew it would be synthy, but that isn’t even a problem for me. I fucking love synths. I’m a damn keyboardist ffs. But as soon as the song started and I heard those mallets at the beginning, followed swiftly by a light finger snap, I knew this wasn’t the song for me. That synth has a distinctly generic radio-friendly sound. It’s an instant turn-off. Of all the synths they could’ve gone with to add texture, they chose that, and they added that snap. Then Matt’s voice comes in and…

I’ve been rambling but ok - real talk. This song just straight up doesn’t work. The vibe the instrumental is going for isn’t my favorite, but it’s clearly trying to establish a certain mood - chill, relaxed, upbeat. Okay. Fair enough. Now what about the vocals? Yeah they’re toned down and breathy af (btw this kind of vocal delivery has been a pet peeve of mine since Madness, but that’s a topic for another day), BUT imo Matt’s vocal delivery, lyrical content, and his voice in general just don’t make sense over the instruments and the vibe they’re trying to create. He’s trying to sound tender and emotionally invested with the breathiness. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love Matt’s voice and its naturally intense, yearning sound. It’s one of the things I love most about Muse. The problem is that when he tries to tone it down, it sounds forced and inauthentic. It feels like he’s trying too hard to create the feeling of intimacy, rather than actually just doing it. I’ve been taking vocal lessons so now I listen for this sort of thing, (especially since my teacher is trying to break my habit of imitating Matt Bellamy lmao).

Ok I should really stop this but one last thing. The theme of the song is humanity and yearning for intimacy and interpersonal connection, right? Something human, organic. And yet, the lyrics still reference robots, cleansing sins, burning money, absolving lies, et cetera. Matt Bellamy just can’t help but inject sci-fi and politics into his lyrics, and that’s one thing a lot of us admire, but it just feels weird and distracting in the context of a song that’s supposed to be sentimental. Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t find the second verse of Neutron Star Collision a little funny and dumb. “Hail the preachers fake and proud, their doctrines will be cloud” lmao. It’s kind of like that. NSC is actually a good point of comparison to SH. It’s also a poppy love song that most of the fandom despises, but it works much better imo. Yes, it’s laughably bombastic and grandiose, but let’s just face it - that’s what Muse are best at. Muse trying to be chill is like Shaq trying to visit Bilbo Baggins at home. It just doesn’t fit. It just doesn’t work. Now I don’t think they need to be bombastic and weird all the time, but they need to adjust their strategy a bit when experimenting with new sounds, because this one didn’t really stick the landing. The Dark Side, on the other hand, is a different story entirely…

TL;DR - Something Human is yet another in Muse’s long line of cute but failed attempts to stay relevant and generate buzz by pulling a genre switcheroo. Rating: 4.5/10

Oh god that went on way too long. AREN’T YOU GUYS GLAD I’M BACK????

[latetaekreads]

i-

Although he’s much bigger and stronger than you, you gather him in your arms and he rests his head on your shoulder.

okay i absolutey adore this line because it really shows just what a mess jungkook is but also!! how weak he is for oc! he’s gotten to the point where he needs her to gather him and hold him and it just makes my heart soft and hurt,,

He cups your cheek in his hand and you lean into it, you always do, and Jungkook never knew his heart could break and flutter at the same time until now. He imprints this memory into his mind, keeps it in his heart and tucks it into a safe place to remember again when you’re gone and he’s missing you.

look soft! and hopeless romantic! jungkook is definitely my favourite way to characterise jungkook, so i absolutely loved this !! he’s just so gentle and careful and god i could scream into my pillow 

Jungkook knows he’s crying too and it’s taking all his strength not to sink down onto the floor and cry his eyes out.

honestly this entire drabble is my favourite type of angst!! also this drabble really just reminded me why i love exes! AUs as much as i do!! and i mean duh obviously,, this drabble just has everything!! the angst!! the fluff!! the yearning!! 

But these are happy tears. Happy because he’s on one knee and asking you to be with him for the rest of his life. Happy because he’s finally asking the question he’s always wanted to ask ever since your first date.

(But Jungkook would never tell you that.)

you know you really got me there because i genuinely thought they got back together somehow and this is going to end with them happy because they realised that breaking up wasnt the right thing to do and i just- also, once again, i love love love this jungkook so incredibly much!! he is just so soft and gentle and hopelessly in love and i just think i could lose my mind a little because all i want for him and oc is the best and how could i not think that when you follow up with

Looks at your tiny frame wearing his big shirt because you’ve spent the night. Looks at your messy hair because you’ve just woken up, just stepped out of the room expecting to eat breakfast but instead you get this. Jungkook thinks you’re just as beautiful as the day he first met you.

literally i dont even know what to say,, it just hurts because their relationship is so beautiful and wholesome and- i dont know, i just have no words truly

“I love you,” he says. And he’s never been so sure about it in his life until now. Love, something that used to be so foreign, so confusing and strange. He never knew what love was before, only thought that it existed in movies and books. He never knew how to describe love, or how to explain it to other people. Until he met you. Now he knows what love is. Love is waking up next to you every morning, even though you’re a blanket stealer that leaves him shivering each night. Love is watching all your favorite movies even though it’s not his favorite genre. Love is picking you up from work even though he was stuck in traffic just to get to you. Love is forehead kisses and tight hugs and warm smiles. Love is corny jokes and soft giggles and twinkling eyes.

im just gonna tattoo this entire paragraph on my forehead because holy fucking shit this so beautiful !! i genuinely couldnt pick my favourite lines from this paragraph because i loved every single one so much!! the way you write is so goddamn gorgeous, im in total awe! and also, again, this entire snippet just hurts so much more because from the previous ones you know they break up and i just dont know how to be fine right now-

The ring looks good on you, Jungkook notes. It looks so perfect. It looks just right, that it’s meant to be, that maybe, hey, the stars have finally aligned in your favor.

this feels like a punch in the face, especially maybe, hey, the stars have finally alinged in your favor. the angst just hits.

All it took was a simple hello and you knew you were a goner. Like the first day you met. How you swooned at his dazzling smile and sparkling eyes. How you had butterflies every time he texted you good morning. You felt like that again. Felt like that giddy school girl with a silly crush. Like your old self years ago.

truly, i dont even know how to begin because god your writing is so goddamn beautiful !! i especially love how you include all of these little details and how you do it so elegantly as well!! seriously, teach me your ways!!

At some point you both stop talking because you’ve suddenly ran out of things to say, things that didn’t include what you both were like right after the break up, how you coped and how you patched yourself up.

A beat of silence, and then, “I love you.”

honestly i didnt go into reading this drabble expecting much but god, my heart!! the things youre doing to it !! im really just so amazed by your talent to make me feel so much with so few words!! and even more so by your talent to paint such vivid pictures and offer so many little details that showcase their relationship!! 

Your eyes widen at his statement. Suddenly, your shoulders are tense and your jaw is set. But Jungkook looks the opposite—calm and collected and so sure about what he just said as if it was the most normal thing to say to an ex years after a break up.

He ducks his head down then looks up at you bashfully. “I hope you know that I never stopped loving you. After all these years apart, I thought I did. I forced myself to,” he chuckles. “But I didn’t. Not even for a day. Just wanted you to know.”

okay but how dare you leave us on this note and not continue this sfdg im guessing, or well, hoping?? that they got back together because oc does admit to missing him, but i just need the confirmation !! also once more, i absolutely love how vulnerable and honest and open and brave jungkook is!! just the characterisation of him in this entire drabble, its to die for!! i love it so so so much!! and god, ive said it before but i really did not expect to feel as much as i do right now when i clicked on this drabble but god i just love everything abt this!! the writing!! the angst!! the fluff!! the details!! its all just chef’s kiss!!

ways to say i love you

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: saying i love you but meaning it differently each time

tags: lovers to exes to ?, a little bit of fluf, angst

warning: none

wc: 1k

a/n: something that's been in my drafts for while :) masterlist

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When he meant to say stay

“I love you,” Jungkook sobs, tears streaming down his cheeks. He looks so small like this, doe eyes glassy and rosy lips quivering. His shoulders shake as he tries to take deep breaths. This isn’t supposed to happen. You’re not supposed to leave.

“Jungkook,” you manage in a whisper. “This isn’t good. For the both of us.” Although he’s much bigger and stronger than you, you gather him in your arms and he rests his head on your shoulder.

He shakes his head. He refuses to listen to you. Refuses to believe your words when he knows you’re right. Even if it hurts.

“I love you,” he says again.

When he meant to say goodbye

“I love you,” he says as he strokes your hair gently, tucks a loose strand of it behind your ear. He cups your cheek in his hand and you lean into it, you always do, and Jungkook never knew his heart could break and flutter at the same time until now. He imprints this memory into his mind, keeps it in his heart and tucks it into a safe place to remember again when you’re gone and he’s missing you.

“I love you too,” you whisper, turning your head to kiss his palm. His heart flutters again. A single tear rolls down your cheek. His heart breaks again. Jungkook knows he’s crying too and it’s taking all his strength not to sink down onto the floor and cry his eyes out.

When he meant to say be mine forever

A big smile is etched on your face. You’re smiling so wide, teeth all showing and cheeks starting to hurt. You’re stuck, frozen in place, eyes staring at the tiny box Jungkook’s holding.

He’s not doing any better. Smiling just as wide as you are with tears brimming his eyes. But these are happy tears. Happy because he’s on one knee and asking you to be with him for the rest of his life. Happy because he’s finally asking the question he’s always wanted to ask ever since your first date.

(But Jungkook would never tell you that.)

He looks at you. Really looks at you. Looks at your big smile and your hands cupping your face because of his little surprise. Looks at your tiny frame wearing his big shirt because you’ve spent the night. Looks at your messy hair because you’ve just woken up, just stepped out of the room expecting to eat breakfast but instead you get this. Jungkook thinks you’re just as beautiful as the day he first met you.

“I love you,” he says. And he’s never been so sure about it in his life until now. Love, something that used to be so foreign, so confusing and strange. He never knew what love was before, only thought that it existed in movies and books. He never knew how to describe love, or how to explain it to other people. Until he met you. Now he knows what love is. Love is waking up next to you every morning, even though you’re a blanket stealer that leaves him shivering each night. Love is watching all your favorite movies even though it’s not his favorite genre. Love is picking you up from work even though he was stuck in traffic just to get to you. Love is forehead kisses and tight hugs and warm smiles. Love is corny jokes and soft giggles and twinkling eyes.

The ring looks good on you, Jungkook notes. It looks so perfect. It looks just right, that it’s meant to be, that maybe, hey, the stars have finally aligned in your favor.

When he meant to say let’s try again

Jungkook thinks you’ve changed in a lot of ways, but he also thinks you’re still the same. Your hair’s a little bit longer, you’ve changed your glasses, and your skin looks a little bit warmer. But your smile. It’s still the same. It’s still the same kind of smile that he used to see when it was just the two of you. And your laugh is still the same too—that same giggle that always made his heart skip a beat, his stomach go in flips and palms sweat.

You don’t know how long you’ve been staring at each other. You weren’t expecting to bump into him. You weren’t expecting to see him again, see him ever, after the day you said goodbye. After the day you walked out of his life and he walked out of yours. All it took was a simple hello and you knew you were a goner. Like the first day you met. How you swooned at his dazzling smile and sparkling eyes. How you had butterflies every time he texted you good morning. You felt like that again. Felt like that giddy school girl with a silly crush. Like your old self years ago.

But this is different. This is supposed to be different. So why are you feeling the same way again?

“It’s been a while,” you say after a minute of silence.

He nods his head, brushes his hands from his hair. You notice it’s gotten longer from the last time you saw him. But you think it suits him. “Yeah,” he sighs. “It has.”

And then you’re talking. Actually having a conversation where you’re catching up on all the years you’ve missed in each other’s lives because you both chose for it to be that way. You realize you miss him, you really do. And there’s this little voice in the back of your head saying that Jungkook realizes the same.

At some point you both stop talking because you’ve suddenly ran out of things to say, things that didn’t include what you both were like right after the break up, how you coped and how you patched yourself up.

A beat of silence, and then, “I love you.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. Suddenly, your shoulders are tense and your jaw is set. But Jungkook looks the opposite—calm and collected and so sure about what he just said as if it was the most normal thing to say to an ex years after a break up.

He ducks his head down then looks up at you bashfully. “I hope you know that I never stopped loving you. After all these years apart, I thought I did. I forced myself to,” he chuckles. “But I didn’t. Not even for a day. Just wanted you to know.”

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Rainy Kisses

Pairing: Peter x OC [Though you can read it like a reader insert bc I don’t go into much detail on my oc’s looks]

Warnings: None- unless fluff counts? And cursing?

This is a snippet from a fic I’m writing on a different website <3

Spring break had finally arrived. It was well deserved and much needed. The first day off she had slept in until about four in the afternoon- much to her boyfriends slight disappointment. He'd swung by early to see if she wanted to go for a little coffee date, but she ended up pulling him into her bed and cuddling him close. He was tired too, but he didn't want to spend the whole day sleeping, despite how much she insisted that he needed rest, even more than she did.

He gave in easily though. She was warm and soft, wonderfully cozy in shorts and a tank top. She wrapped herself around him the minute he changed out of his suit, lulling him into a deep sleep by tracing soft little patterns on his chest through his shirt and laying her head on his chest. It was the best sleep Peter had gotten in the past few months. He didn't regret a single second of it, even if he woke up wondering what year it was.

Seeing her all curled up against him had him grinning like mad for the rest of that day. His girlfriend was adorable..

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The next day started off more.. productively. They were actually up in the morning, and not groggily so. They set off on their favorite kind of mini-date. The kind involving coffee and sweets. It wasn't the coffee or the sweets that made it their favorite, though it was a sweet little bonus to it. It was the soft smiles and brushing fingertips. The tiny giggles and adoring glances. It was the whipped cream on his nose and the pastry crumbs on her lips that he loved to kiss away. The way she tasted sweet as sugar for an hour afterwards, adding to the already sweet taste her lips had.

He lived for that sweet taste, his own personal drug, leaving him on a high for hours to come. He lived for the feeling of her hand holding his as they walked out, the warmth in the smile she wore and the way the sunlight spilled along her bright red curls. It was a sight that often took his breath away, a sight that had him yearning to kiss her and hold her and never let go.

However, he never once considered adding rain to the mix. They'd started dating in the chilly months of the year, filled with warm sweaters and laughter. Winter had faded into spring, and as they say, April showers bring May flowers. He never expected to get caught in it on their way back, so he was surprised when it slowly but surely began to pour down on them, eyebrows furrowing as he turned to look at her. She wasn't looking at him, not yet. Instead, she was looking up at the sky, at the grey clouds it was covered in. He thought she might be a little mad, considering the rain would ruin the extra sweets they had in a brown paper bag. She was far from it, an even bigger smile pulling across her lips as she let out one of the most joyous laughs he'd ever heard from her.

In that small moment, he'd learned something new about her.

She loved rain.

Her face turned to him, still smiling and laughing, causing him to do the same. It was pretty funny, of course their luck would lead to this. Lead to them being one of the few people caught by surprise in the rain with no umbrellas- not even hoodies to shield them from the rain that fell on them. He found himself falling for her all over again, melting into the happiest puddle at the sight of her. His heart was signing and flying in his rib cage, smiling that dopey smile while she continued to giggle, tilting her head to the sky to let the rain drip onto her face, welcoming it with outstretched arms.

"This is perfect!", she cried out happily over the pouring rain.

"Yes, you are..", he found himself murmuring, not caring if he was heard. Which he was, making her pause to look at him with red cheeks.

"That's such a cliché thing to say, you dork.."

"Guess I'm cliché then.", he hummed, stepping closer to her, hands reaching up to cup her face. He was having one of those moments again. The ones where his feelings overpowered him, his usual awkward and sometimes shy demeanor falling away, a surge of confidence and pure adoration filling him instead. He angled his face slightly, lips brushing against hers, her heart bursting in her chest the moment he uttered out, "I absolutely adore you..", against her lips before pressing a kiss to them.

He sighed into her, her sweet taste making him weak at the knees. Her lips were wet from the rain, as were his, but it didn't feel as funny as he thought it might. He wasn't sure if it was because he was too into the moment or not, though, he was sure he didn't care. The sweet smell of her perfume mixed in wonderfully with the warm caramel drink she'd had earlier, drawing him in closer, making him become greedier. A soft whisper of his name had him groaning into her, gripping her face a little tighter, pressing himself a little closer to her. 

His hands soon fell from her face, shifting to grip her hips tightly while her arms draped around his neck, pulling him to her, only allowing him a short break for air before pulling him in again. Greedy for his kiss, her fingers finding their way to his hair, running through his curls. He could kiss her forever, and he absolutely wanted to. He loved the feeling, loved the thought of having his entire world right before him, kissing him back with as much emotion as he was. Softly tugging at his hair, breaths becoming heavy, sometimes mumbling his name in between kisses. She had him turning to mush, thoughts swirling and spinning, yet somehow all focused on her only.

This was the longest they'd kissed without being interrupted. They were the only ones standing in the middle of the sidewalk, kissing in the pouring rain. Basically, they were being that couple. The couple that decided to ignore the world and kiss each other unashamedly in the middle of anywhere other than privacy. Though, they didn't care. Not within the slightest. Not even when a person or two speed walked past them, muttering in disgust or irritation.

Still, neither of them cared.

There was always a calm before the storm..

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"Can't fucking believe we got sick..", Ariel hissed before blowing her nose into a tissue.

"Well- it usually happens-"

"It does not! Everyone always says you'll get sick- but it never happens! Now we're sick on our Spring Break.", she pouted, wrapping her blanket tighter around her.

He just grinned a little, even sick with a red and runny nose, she looked cute- but no matter how much he wanted to kiss her- he wasn't gonna. He was sure she'd actually hit him this time if he tried again. She'd already mushed his face four times, whining about how gross she was and how they'd never get better if they shared germs, "At least we're sick together."

"Oh so now you're optimistic? Last I heard, May said you were whining like a baby that you were dying this morning-"

"I was not!"

"I heard you over the phone, Peter. My Mom had you both on speaker."

He huffed, "Your word against mine."

"You know what?"

"What?"

"This is your fault."

"What? How is this my fault-?"

"We could've ran back to my place! But nooo, you had to kiss me! You just couldn't help yourself-"

He gave her a little glare, sniffling as he stared her way, "I didn't hear you complaining while we were kissing. I'm only hearing you now, after the fact! You could've stopped me-"

Ariel sneezed, "Its so rude of you to argue with your sick girlfriend-"

"What? You started it!"

"I did not! I'm gonna tell May on you-"

"Oh, so we're five now? Five year old tattle tales-"

"Right. Snitches get stitches. I'll get you back on my own-"

He glared again, "Go take a nap, you're acting like a child-"

"You go take a nap, I'm fine!", she huffed.

"Ariel. Your eyes are struggling to-"

"Shhhhhut up."

"I don't get enough kisses for this-"

"Well because of you, neither of us get any kisses for awhile!"

He huffed and blew a raspberry at her, earning himself a pillow to the head, "I'm keeping this one this time!"

"Rude! Give-"

"Both of you take a nap! I left for five minutes and you're acting like kids again, this is why neither of you are getting better. Ariel, you really need to sleep before your Mom comes to pick you up from work. I'm scared she might actually drag you out by your feet if you throw a mini-tantrum again."

Ariel and Peter looked to each other for a moment, then back to May, both blowing raspberries her way. She only sighed and fought back a smile.

Ah, young love-