#Hope you all like it I guess?? Reposts are okay but pls look first if I posted it and credit me tyty

[faydeus]

heavily inspired by the fic 'Blue Blood' which is so fuckin good

[heexseung]

꒰ 🖤 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；cease control ❜

* pairing: vampire!jay x vampire!afab!reader

* tags: smut, dom/sub dynamics, jay is a bratty sub, established friends with benefits relationship, jay is a pain slut, degradation, exhibitionism, slapping, cock ring, spanking, hard dom reader, hard sub jay, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex

* synopsis: jumping on jay the first moment you see him in the hallway.

* word count: 4.5k

* a/n: this came out later than expected, super duper sorry about that 🙏🏼 i've been busy with work stuff :3 but i hope you've all been doing well !! pls enjoy this repost 💝 and have the loveliest days ahead

Minding his own business, Jay walks through the empty hallway of the university’s building. He was planning on spending the rest of his evening at his dorm, lazing around, maybe play some games or something but that plan went down the drain when his roommate decided that he wanted to fuck his crush. Not to be bitter, Jay’s happy for him but now what is he supposed to do until 10 pm? He couldn’t just stay there now, could he? Well, honestly he doesn’t really mind but they’d probably do. 

Thus, he ends up just wandering around the university campus with no certain destination. The hallway is empty at this time of day, he sighs to himself. Maybe he could go to a cybercafe? A restaurant? Or even book a hotel room for the night? Occupied in his own thoughts, he doesn’t even notice you making your way towards him until you place your hand on his back.

He flinches a bit, not expecting anyone to be here, but before he could make sense of things, you already have his back against the hallway wall and your lips on his. He was going to push you off him but then he recognises that it’s you, it’s your breathing, it’s your scent, it’s your body — so he relaxes and kisses you back. Placing one hand on your waist and one hand on the back of your head, he pulls you in flush against him, reciprocating the almost overwhelming passion you give him.

Okay- I think I know what I’m doing this evening now, he thinks to himself as you start roughly sucking on his tongue.

You’re feeling very dominant today, he can feel it. He almost moans at it. The way you roughly invaded his mouth with your tongue just proves it. Like a thirsty traveller in the desert, you kiss him as if he’s a pool of water you just found on your journey. It leaves both of you breathless and dizzy. By the time you pull away from him, you start licking his neck and his grip on your shoulders tighten.

Knowing that he has a really sensitive neck, you’re determined to use that to your advantage today. Baring your fangs, you bite down hard on his neck, your fangs breaking through his skin. The pain mixed with pleasure makes his head spin and his knees weak. He hisses and shudders in response as he leans against the wall behind him for support.

Jay’s hands move to your hips — he was going to make you grind against him but you’re one step ahead of him. Pushing your leg against the bulge in his pants, he can’t help but hiss at the feeling. The pressure you’re giving him isn’t enough and he guesses that that’s the point but he can’t help but want more from you. Fuck, he would dry hump your leg right now if only his ego isn’t so huge.

“You’re gonna be my slut today,” you say to him sternly, the tone of your voice making it seem like you’re not leaving him any room for discussions or objections.

Licking his lips, he tries not to let his degradation kink get to him and replies, “Sorry babe, I’m nobody’s slut.”

“Oh? That wasn’t what you said last time though?”

Last time… Remembering the last time you two fucked — which was actually just a few days ago, he feels heat rushing to his ears, cheeks and dick. His dick twitches against your leg and you feel it, he knows you do because you’re looking at him with that same smirk you had on last time.

He doesn’t want to remember it; he doesn’t want to remember how hot it was, he doesn’t want to remember how you dominated the shit out of him, how you made him do all those embarrassing stuff, the way you called him your dirty slut or the fact that he agreed to it, nope, he doesn’t want to remember practically screaming your name when he came or how insanely good it felt — nope, no no no.

A moment of silence stretches on as his thoughts begin to sink in. Closing his eyes tight, he gulps down the saliva inside his mouth. Somehow, the way his neck moves awakens something inside you. It prompts you to wrap your hands around his throat as you whisper in his ear, “So you wanna be a brat and get punished or you wanna be a good boy?”

The answer is obvious. Jay will never go down without a fight, you know this. That’s why you’re not really surprised when he suddenly switches your position. Now it’s you whose back is against the wall. Wasting no time, he slides one of his hands into your pants, rubbing circles on your cunt. His other hand goes to knead one of your boobs, his thumb pressing and rubbing against your nipple. His touch just makes you shiver.

“If anyone’s the slut here, it’s you. You know anyone can walk by right? What if they see you like this? All wet and horny for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. Please, if he thinks you’re not ready for a fight then he’s already losing. It’s always like this with Jay anyway. He tries it — and always so but you always end up winning. He doesn’t learn his lesson, maybe he doesn’t want to. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer to you and bite down hard on his neck again. His hands stop moving, he can’t help but shiver and whimper at the dizzying sensation. You don’t let him have enough time to recover — why would you anyway? You quickly do it again, and again, until he starts seeing stars because of you.

His neck is now bright red, full of markings — vampire fangs markings which means they’re gonna last for a while. You start licking his neck to provide some relief for him. Feeling him shudder uncontrollably against you, you take the chance to pin him back against the wall. And it was easy, he can’t fight back, he’s practically defenceless when you do stuff like this. His body is limp against the wall, his eyes shut tight. 

“I said you’re my slut today. Understand?” Your deep tone of voice along with the insult has him weak as hell. With your hand pinning his wrists to the wall, he tries to push back against you but you bite him hard again and his resolve quickly falters.

He doesn’t answer you though, he just keeps quiet as your teeth start biting his shoulder through his shirt. You take notice of that and tell him, “I’ll make you say it, loud and clear.”

That sentence makes him remember the last time, where you made him scream out in pleasure as you degrade him, calling him your fuck toy, your pain slut, a dumb baby. He can feel his dick straining against his jeans as he remembers how hot it was and how good he felt at that time. As your hand starts palming him, he’s unable to hide the moan escaping out of his mouth.

Bringing your lips to his ear, you mock him, “You know anyone can walk by right? What if they see you like this? All hard and horny for me.”

Once again, he tries to free his hands, pushing back against your hand but his push is weak and you didn’t expect that so you end up almost slamming them against the wall. He doesn’t seem to mind though because now he’s intensely staring at you with eyes full of lust and want.

Jay licks his lips, it prompts you to give him a long, heated and dominating kiss. With your leg pressing against his dick, he can’t help but give into you, grinding against your leg as he kisses you back, moaning every so often. When you pull away from him, you’re both staring at each other with dark, hooded eyes.

“What do you want?” Jay finally speaks, his voice husky, his head still a bit dizzy.

But by the tone of his voice, you already know that you had won — at least this time. You don’t know for sure if he won’t act up again so you keep your guard up. Jay’s unpredictable and he doesn’t submit easily but that’s what makes him fun to play with. Giving him a devilish smirk, you pull him with you to the nearest empty room which happens to be a classroom.

After locking the doors, you go to sit at the teacher’s desk. Like an obedient puppy, Jay follows you there. Laying his hands on the desk beside your thighs, he leans into you and says, “Want me to rail you right on this desk?”

A loud smack echoes across the room as your hand makes contact with his face. The sudden action coming from you has him stunned and you quickly use that to your advantage. Tightly gripping his hair, you bring his ear close to your lips and whisper to him in a deep voice, “Kneel.”

It takes him a while to fully absorb the situation into his mind and as he starts to feel the stinging sensation on his cheek, he bites his lip to stop a groan from coming out. You slapped him. You slapped him and he likes it. He likes the pain it brings him. And now he can’t stop himself from thinking about how good it would feel if you’d slap him while he’s inside you. Just imagining his dick inside your wet pussy, hitting your walls and you clenching around him, you slapping him as his dick moves in and out of you. Fuck, his pants are getting really uncomfortable now.

For a moment, he contemplates whether to follow your order or to keep on challenging you. But after seeing the expression on your face, he instantly knows that he probably shouldn’t challenge you anymore if he wants to be able to walk for the next couple of days. So he takes a few steps back and gets down on his knees in front of you, his hands behind his back. The sight of him being obedient like a trained dog just makes you smile. You can’t help the praise from slipping. 

“Good boy.”

His eyes widen confusedly at your praise. It’s not that he doesn’t like praises — he does, but it just feels weird coming from you. You rarely praise him. Especially with such a soft tone.

Clearing your throat, you quickly go back to your stern voice, “Are you finally going to be obedient now?”

He doesn’t say anything and just bites his lip to stop any bratty remarks that are threatening to escape him. A moment of silence goes by and you smile, knowing that you have won yet again, as always. Getting down from the desk, you make your way towards him. You stop right in front of him, bend your knees to meet his gaze and ask him, “You know our safe word right?”

“Black,” he says without hesitation.

“Good.” 

And with that, you pull a special certain toy out from your pocket. His eyes widen when you hold the toy in between you two. “Wanna try it, baby boy?”

The only response he gives is biting his bottom lip. To any stranger, it would seem like he's uninterested but you're not a stranger, no. You know Jay — at least, you know his body, you know how he reacts especially when he's turned on despite only knowing him for like a month. And right now, you can see how his eyes twinkle a bit, how heat rushes to his ears and cheeks, and how his eyes don't leave the toy. 

“Cone on.” You nod at his pants. 

Slowly, he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his underwear. When the cold air hits his erect dick, he lets out a hiss. 

Don't touch it, he tells himself. Don't even pay attention to it.

“As pretty as always, Jay.” 

He doesn't know why but upon hearing those words from you, somehow he suddenly feels nervous; butterflies in his stomach. He's suddenly more aware of his heartbeat, the air in the room, the space between you two and how his dick twitches a bit as your hand starts getting closer to it. 

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush.

“Aw, your praise kink is showing.” 

He moves his eyes away from you out of embarrassment and in response, you grab his jaw with your free hand, forcing him to look at you. Moving even closer to him, you say, “Here's a new rule. Don't break eye contact.”

A moment of silence goes by before you continue again, “Understand, pretty boy?” 

At first, he just nods slowly but then he feels the toy around the base of his dick — it's a bit cold. It makes him hiss and he almost closes his eyes at the sensation, more so when he feels the toy tightening and closing around him. Since he can’t really break eye contact with you, all he can feel is the cock ring around him — it’s a bit tight but that’s probably because he’s hard.

“How's that? Too tight?” You ask as you look at him.

“It's fine,” he reassures you.

“Tell me if it starts getting numb or if it starts hurting,” you say to him in a serious tone. 

He nods again in understanding and you waste no time in kissing him again. After a few seconds of heated open-mouthed kisses, your tongue roughly enters his mouth to entangle with his. He tries to fight back but his resolve falters when he feels your hand tightly squeezing his dick. As he gasps, you stop kissing him and say, “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Your hand goes to your pocket again and this time, you take out a remote controller. Before Jay could even comprehend what it is, you’ve already turned the toy on to the second setting. The intense vibrations start and immediately, he starts shuddering in front of you. You watch as his whole body shakes, especially the lower half of his body, watch as his facial expressions turn red due to pleasure, watch as he gasps and moans while trying to keep his balance. His eyes stay open though which is good. Gently, you lay him down on his back and get on top of him, sitting right on top of his dick to feel the vibrations too. 

“Mmm,” you moan at the vibrations the toy gives you. It stimulates your pussy, makes it tingle, you can already feel yourself getting wet again even though you still have your pants on. 

Yeah, the pants have to go. 

While unbuttoning your pants with one hand, you increase the setting of the toy with your other — it’s now at three; more than enough to get you both off. 

“Y-you… you didn’t- fuck… you didn’t- tell me it- that it… vibrates, fuck,” he says in between gasps and moans. 

Chuckling, you take a moment to look at the man under you. With his ears and cheeks red, sweat on his forehead, half-lidded lustful eyes trying their best to stare back at you, he looks really erotic right now. While unbuttoning his shirt, you reply, “Surprise, slut.”

“I’m not your slut,” he snaps at you.

Rolling your eyes, you pinch his left nipple and he gasps in response. With your pants now pulled down, you grind on his dick, making you both moan at the vibrations. 

“I don’t know, Jay. You seem like a real slut right now. Just look at you, you look fucked up.” You gasp when you feel his dick thrust into your clothed pussy in retaliation. “Okay, since you still wanna be a brat-” 

And then you start biting him again. You repeatedly bite his sensitive neck with your fangs, making him shiver under you. On top of that, you grind continuously against his dick while your hands play with his nipples. Jay feels so stimulated he can barely even think, much less form sentences. The only sounds that come out of his mouth are just gasps, moans and groans. 

“I’m being really nice to you, Jay and you’re idea of paying me back for my kindness is to be a brat and not follow my rules?”

Gasping, Jay squirms under you at your actions and words. It’s getting too much for him; the vibrations, your hands, your mouth, your words, your dominance — he’s gonna cum. Fuck, he’s gonna cum. 

“I’m-” 

“You’re not cumming until you beg me for it just like the slut that you are, understand?”

A whine leaves his mouth as you get off of him and he opens his eyes — fuck, they were closed? 

You turn down the toy vibration setting to number one as Jay just stares at the classroom ceiling, his breathing heavy. The air is heavy too, he can tell that he’s in trouble and what’s worse is that he genuinely feels thrilled about it, he’s looking forward to what you’re gonna do to him, how you’re gonna wreck him and fuck him dumb. He wants it, he wants to be your personal slut because it just feels so good. You make him feel so good.

“Bend over the desk.”

Now that he’s a bit calm, his brattiness comes out again. “Make me,” he says defiantly, not making any move to get up from the floor.

Sighing, you move closer to him and quickly turn him around so that his front body is facing the floor. Getting behind him, you manoeuvre his body so that his ass is in the air and his legs are spread wide open, giving you a full view of his ass. Jay, feeling embarrassed, quickly hides his face in his arms as he groans, “What are you even doing?”

He struggles to hold in a moan as your hands start kneading his ass. 

“You’re lucky I don’t have a dildo with me today,” you say as your finger starts pushing against his hole. He gasps and buries his head deeper into his arms at your movements. “Or else I would’ve really fucked you dumb already.”

A loud smack echoes across the room again, except this time, your hand makes contact with his ass instead of his face. He gasps loudly at the sensation. Although he expected the blow, it still took him by surprise. He bites his lips to prevent a moan from coming out because he knows that you’ll immediately get cocky when you hear it.

And he can’t handle your teasing right now, he just can’t. Not when you’re literally making a mess out of him right now — both figuratively and physically. His head is dizzy, his body isn’t listening to him, his dick is already leaking precum, his mouth is drooling. He might even start crying if you spank him too much.

You repeat your actions and every smack of your hand on his ass makes his dick so hard, he’s practically melting into the floor. By the time you stop, Jay can’t even think anymore, he just feels and right now, everything just feels so fucking good. 

A moment of silence goes by as he calms himself down and you ask him, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies breathlessly.

“Colour?”

“Green, just give me a moment.”

Jay lays down on the floor on his back while you go to sit back down on the desk. Another moment of silence stretches between you two and you eventually ask him, “Do you want me to put the ointment now or later?”

“You have it with you?” He asks, genuinely curious and a bit surprised.

Chuckling, you reply, “Please. I carry it around in my pocket everywhere I go now because you’re such an exhibitionist and a pain slut. Anyway, now or later?”

With a hoarse voice, he says to you, “Later. Now fuck me.”

You laugh in response and tell him, “No.”

Sighing to himself, he starts feeling impatient. Still, he doesn’t say a word to you.

“We can go all evening, Jay. You won’t get to cum unless you beg,” you say.

He wants to ask if you’re joking and he prays to God that the answer is yes, but by the look of your face, he already knows that you’re being dead serious and that there’s no way for him to get out of this — well, not that he actually wants to. It takes him a while but he eventually says it in a really soft voice, so soft that you barely hear him.

“Please fuck me.”

“Can’t hear you,” you say unimpressed.

Sighing, he says it again, louder this time, “Please fuck me.”

Crossing your arms, you raise an eyebrow at him and say, “Come on, you can do better than that.”

Covering his face with his hands to hide his burning cheeks, he takes a deep breath and quickly starts rambling, “Please, please fuck me, I want to be inside you so bad please, I’m so hard it hurts and my cock is leaking, I need you, babe. I’ll be your slut, okay? I’m your personal slut and I’m sorry I was bratty. Just please fuck me. I’m so hard for you. Please?”

Satisfied, you give him a smile, slide down your underwear and go to grab the remote to increase the vibration setting again. After setting it on three, you lower yourself to sit down on his cock. He moans at the feeling of your wet cunt pressing against his dick along with the vibrations the toy gives him. Lowering your head near his ear, you say, “See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Then, you start grinding against his dick. He can’t help the loud moan escaping out of his mouth. Placing your hands on his chest, you grind against him again as you whisper to him, “Want me to fuck you on this cold hard floor? Damn, you’re so fucking dirty, such a slut for me, huh?”

Unable to stop himself, he bucks up into you which only prompts you to push back against him harder. Both of you moan in response as his tip pushes against your core.

“Louder, babe. Let everyone know how much of a slut you are. God, imagine people seeing you like this. Mr bad boy Jay is actually a whore, a pain slut, my pain slut. How does it feel?”

He chokes on his words, “I-It.. feels… so fucking good, please.”

“Yeah? You want to be inside me?”

“Please,” Jay says as he nods in desperation. The feeling of the cold hard floor is doing something to him and his stinging ass against the floor just makes the pleasure and pain feel better.

“Beg, slut.”

Jay’s completely desperate and at your mercy now, he’s willing to do whatever you ask of him as long as his dick gets inside of you. So he starts rambling once again, “Please please please can you please put my cock inside you? I need you so bad, please-”

He can’t help but groan as he feels the familiar smack against his cheek. Thrusting his hips into you, it’s obvious that he likes the slap you just gave him. And if it’s not obvious, he’s already telling you to do it again, “Fuck, slap me again, please.”

So you slap him again since he’s asking nicely, one hand making contact with his cheeks while the other holds onto his cock as you put him inside of you. You slam yourself into him and you both moan at the sensation. It feels a bit painful for you though because you didn’t bother to get ready properly. You can only blame Jay for making you this horny and impatient.

Jay notices it. Of course he does, Jay notices a lot of things. Immediately sensing your slight discomfort, Jay asks you breathlessly, “Fuck, are you okay? I forgot that you didn’t-”

Nodding at him, you cut him off, “It’s fine, don’t worry too much about me.”

And with that, you start moving up and down his cock. Jay can’t stop moaning when you do that. Your every move, your every thrust gets his head spinning and he can’t think properly. All he can do is moan loudly in pleasure. You angle yourself so that he hits a good spot and you moan when he does, the impact sending shivers to your spine. The cock ring helps make the pleasure feel five times better than usual.

You keep going like this, fucking Jay hard into the floor as he just lays there and take it until eventually, you feel him getting close to his orgasm. You know because his hips start moving into you, his movements sloppy like a horny puppy just wanting to rut and his moans reaching a higher pitch than normal.

He moans your name, “I’m so fucking close, please.”

“You know the drill, bitch. Scream my name when you cum, understand?”

Nodding in desperation, he moans a yes loud and clear. As you keep pounding into him, you feel your orgasm coming in too. “Who’s my slut?” You ask him for the last time today.

At this point in time, all Jay can say is just a string of curses, more specifically the word fuck but of course, he never disappoints because he manages to choke out, “Me. I am. I’m your slut. I’m your filthy dirty slut. Please-”

“Louder. Let everybody here know how much of a slut you are for me,” you can’t help but say to him.

“I’m your slut,” he screams loud and clear, not caring if anybody’s walking by, not caring if anybody can actually recognise his voice. He doesn’t care, he just wants to cum because it’s just too much.

You thrust one more time into him and that’s enough to get him off the edge. He screams your name just like the last time — intense and loud. You feel him release his warm load inside you and it gets you cumming too. You moan his name as you come undone and continue moving albeit slowly, to ride the waves of your orgasm.

When you’re both spent, you lie on top of him. You could feel his cum oozing out of your cunt and you feel so glad that you started taking birth control pills several months ago. You both stay like that for a while, until you eventually get up to get the ointment from the pocket of your pants. Because his energy is drained, he just looks as you make your way back towards him.

“Turn around,” you tell him as you start putting some ointment on your hands. He obeys without a word, turning around and showing his bare ass to you.

“Thanks for today,” you continue as you start rubbing the ointment on his sore ass, “You did so well for me, I’m so proud of you. I’m sorry, I was being too rough with you.”

He chuckles at that, “Oh, babe, you know I love rough sex.”

A comfortable silence fills the air and as you continue taking care of him, he tells you in a soft voice, “Thanks. I enjoyed today.”

[ohthatstragic]

Meet the Parents - p.m

a/n: a thank you to @hlstead who requested this! it's finally done!! omg it took so long for me to find a song to listen to whilst i wrote this. also i didn't describe your parents too much as i wanted it to be inclusive! i know how some people have strained relationships with their parents so i made this a happy one :,(

also HOW is this man SO FU-

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x gn!reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, disapproving father

wc: 1,882

the request: 'okay, so I have a another idea think with me… how about a oneshot where is the first time that Maverick is meeting the younger!reader parents 👀'

"Nervous?" You asked, voice slightly shaky as you slowly turned around to glance at Maverick, shooting him a small smile. He let out a breathy laugh as the pair of you climbed the small set of stairs that lead up to your parents' house. Your ears perked up as he inhaled sharply, pausing. Awaiting his answer, your eyes darted to the front door, lingering on the door bell that you would have to press in a couple of moments.

"I prefer to call it excited anticipation," Maverick replied, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back as the two of you reached the porch. "...helps calm my nerves." He added, making you chuckle quietly to yourself.

"I suppose that's one way to put it, honey." You hummed and raised your hand up to the doorbell, your finger reluctantly pushing it inwards. Maverick noticed your hesitation and wondered if he should be the one asking if you're nervous. He let his hand ride up to your waist and gave you a supportive squeeze, making you glance up to him with a thankful blink. "I'm just worried about my dad, that's all." You admitted. Maverick knew there would most likely be a rift between him and your father, considering he was almost the same age as him. Despite that, he still had a small yet fading glint of hope that your father would approve of him. That was just who Maverick was.

The sound of the front door clicking open hauled Maverick from his pestering thoughts and his pale blue eyes flew up to meet a woman with neatly arranged hair and minimal makeup upon her weathered face. A smile slipped onto his lips as he caught sight of you stepping forwards, your arms stretching out to greet who he assumed was your mother. "Hi, mom!" You squeaked as she hugged you back, giving you a big squeeze. Her cheek pushed against the side of your head, her eyes squeezing shut in an emotional show of relief and happiness. A large grin spread across her cheeks as she embraced you.

"Oh, sweetie," She mumbled against your now-ruffled hair. "We've missed you!" Your mom added, pulling away, but leaving her arms around you. She glanced at Maverick, her grin somehow widening. "This must be Pete!" A hoarse squeak left her throat as she palmed her hands together. Maverick's heart warmed at the noise as it made him think of you - you were definitely your mother's daughter.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. L/N." Maverick smiled politely, extending a hand out to formally introduce himself to one half of your parent. Your mother shook her head at him vigorously, a brief gasp escaping her lips.

"Don't be silly, come here! The pleasure is all mine," She sighed, a content smile appearing on her worn features. Your mother stepped forwards and gave Maverick a big hug, her arms sliding around his back. He gladly hugged her back, another smile appearing on his lips as he looked to you. "And please, call me Y/M/N." As she released him, you let out a short laugh. This was only the beginning, you thought. "He seems absolutely lovely, Y/N/N." Your mother said.

You giggled as Maverick snaked a protective arm around your middle, pulling you close against him. "I guess he is," You teased. Maverick jokingly scoffed at your reply, his thumb tenderly caressing where it lay.

"Come on in, I'll go get your father, he's just preparing drinks for us." Your mother stated with another warm smile, shuffling aside to let the pair of you slip inside of your childhood home. Maverick's inquisitive eyes bounced around the place, quickly finding a precious baby photo of you. The pilot quickly wandered over, picking up the photo frame with delicate hands.

"Is this you?" Maverick gasped, unable to hide the excitement that twisted his face into a beaming grin, his eyes glancing between you and the photo he was currently holding. You groaned, cheeks burning red in embarrassment. "You were so cute." He cooed.

"Were?" You repeated and cocked a brow, making him tilt his head at you in a pleading manner. You sauntered over to him as he stared at you, placing your head against his shoulder and wrapping your arm around his closest to you.

"You knew what I meant, sweetheart," Maverick groaned this time. A soft laugh left your lips as you watched him roll his eyes at you, placing the photo back down upon the table he had found it. It was silent again until Maverick spoke. "Your mom is really nice." He said, making you smile against his arm.

"Yeah," You hummed as you thought back to all of the precious memories you held so dearly to you. The ones where your mother was the one who you confided in during dark times, the shoulder you cried on when people didn't treat you with respect, the one who gave you much needed pep talks when you felt low and worthless. The list was endless. You adored your mother, and it showed, evidently. "She's like my best friend." You said softly, looking up to your boyfriend. He smiled down at you, his eyes faltering for a quick moment. You assumed he was thinking back to his mother.

"I wish you could have met mine. She would have loved you." Maverick admitted, pursing his lips in an attempt to bite back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes as he stared down at you; his heart filling with intense emotion. "My dad would have loved you as well, God rest his soul." He whispered.

"Me too, Mav." You leaned up on your tip-toes to press a sweet kiss to his lips, letting your nose brush against his as you pulled away. A content hum vibrated from his chest as he relished in your tender love, but the moment was cut short as your father cleared his throat, garnering your attention. You turned around to spot a greying man, an excited grin spreading across his cheeks as his arms flew open, inviting you in for a much needed bear hug.

"Dad!" You gasped, running into his arms. Maverick couldn't help the smile that picked at the corners of his lips as he watched you embrace your father, who looked equally - if not more - excited to see you. As he let you go, you stood beside him, his arm resting against your back. Your father eyed Maverick and his smile instantly faded, as if the sweet moment between you two never happened. "This is Pete, Dad." You bit your lip, quickly glancing at your boyfriend, dreading what your dad was going to say - or do. You knew he wasn't too happy that you were dating someone who was more than twenty years your senior. It was just the protective side of him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," Maverick stepped forwards, offering his hand to shake. Your dad let his eyes fall down to Maverick's hand as he kept his head eye-level, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Y/N has told me so many wonderful things about you." He added awkwardly, still holding out his hand.

"I bet," Your father said simply, finally accepting Maverick's hand after eyeing him for so long. He gave a firm squeeze, almost too firm, making the pilot clear his throat awkwardly. Your dad quickly ripped away his hand from Maverick's and placed a wary arm around your shoulders, his eyes narrowing as he studied your boyfriend. Maverick stood and pursed his lips, silently praying that you or your mother would direct the uncomfortable attention elsewhere.

"Oh, do stop it, Y/F/N," Your mother scolded your father and rolled her eyes, stepping forwards to dispel the awkward energy that had gathered in the room you all stood in. "Pete is not as bad as you think, honey." She added, sending a friendly smile to the aforementioned pilot, making Maverick relax his stance a little.

"You've just met him!" Your dad scoffed, his fingers tightening on your shoulders.

"Y/N likes him, and that's all that matters." She said, her voice authoritative and stern. Your dad muttered to himself as he let go of you, wandering off back into the kitchen. You sighed heavily and walked back over to Maverick who quickly held up an arm to wrap around your waist. Noticing the tense atmosphere, your mom walked over to the pair of you, placing a reassuring hand upon Maverick's shoulder. "He'll warm up to you, Pete, give him time." She softly smiled, giving your boyfriend a gentle squeeze as she padded off - most likely to find your dad.

"I think that went well." Maverick joked and dropped his shoulders like he was holding the weight of a boulder upon them. You groaned quietly, letting your head fall against his arm. "It'll be alright, baby." He leaned over to press a kiss to your head, and you couldn't help the smile that slipped onto your lips.

"I know, he's just... ugh..." You trailed off, staring down at the ground, unsure of how to explain what you meant.

"He's just being your dad." Maverick finished for you and you laughed at his words, gradually nodding your head in agreement with him.

"Yeah, I guess he is." You murmured, looking back up at Maverick with a bright smile as he leaned down again to press a soft kiss to your lips. You let your fingers fly up to the nape of his neck, tangling themselves within his dark cocoa-coloured hair, a grin replacing the smile on your lips as he deepened the kiss for a quick moment, believing that you were alone. Maverick's hand slowly came to cup your cheek as he pulled away from your desperate kisses, his eyes staring into your own. "I love you." You mumbled against his pink lips, softly pressing more kisses upon them, hands falling to lock around his neck. Maverick smiled, a gentle laugh leaving him.

"I love you too, baby."

However, you weren't actually alone like you had thought. Your parents had crept around the corner upon hearing your chatter, a smile gracing your mother's lips as she watched the pair of you mumble sweet nothings to each other. It reminded her of the days when she first started dating your father, falling head over heels for him soon afterwards. "Oh, look at them, Y/F/N." She cooed.

Your dad, on the other hand, wasn't as 'gullible' in his words. That was until he saw the way Maverick looked at you like you were the only thing in the world, his eyes softening and darting all over your besotted face. At that moment, he started to change his mind about your boyfriend. Maybe he wasn't so bad for you, maybe he was actually good for you. "Hm," He hummed, hating the way a smile was slowly creeping it's way onto his lips as he stood watching you two. "W-what was his name again, sweetie?"

"Pete." She whispered.

"Pete," He repeated quietly, his eyes still trained on the two of you. "Maybe Pete isn't so bad after all." Your dad smiled, glancing to your mom who had a megawatt-like grin upon her cheeks. She stepped forwards and placed her hands around your dad's neck, clutching them together gently.

"Maybe." Your mom whispered again, pressing a kiss to your dad's cheek.

i hope this was okay! i didn't want to delve too deep into it as it would be hard to keep the descriptions of the parents minimal :)

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[etherizzable]

Tw: Kabeshiri aka stuck in a wall, Dubcon, AFAB reader, Groping.. (You have a big ass btw)dark content (?) Cringe, Lots of cum(?)

You saw a hole in a wall and wanted to see if it fits you... and it did... But now your stuck!!

First time making smut! pls be nicee >~<

Just saw took inspiration from somewhere :3

Also Imagine your fav character here!

It was a stupid idea to do this in the first place...How idiotic of you!You were embarrassed right now... Your ass sticking out... You tried to make ways to get out of the wall but failed... You can hear steps approaching oh finally! Someone that can help you...!! You were thanking the skies now...!!Wait... What are they doing now...? You can feel them playing with your skirt... What? "Ill help you... but in a another way..." you heard his voice woah... It was toe curling!! "Can I...?" he said with a soft tone... "Ye-yeah..." you said making it loud enough so he can hear... He smirked and started moved your skirt from aside and played with your clothed pussy... Oh gosh...You were just letting the random person tease you!! How unfair... "Your getting wet..." he said while playing with you... Oh god you just want him inside of you right now! He then removes your panty and starts to finger you in and out...You felt like somethings coming...!! His fingers thrust in a fast pace!! Feels like you can't take it anymore...As he was fingering you he decided to go much faster... after a while you came on his fingers...He removes his fingers and looked at the white stuff on his fingers and licked it off and looked at your vagina...Your so tight and wet in his fingers... I wonder if youll make his dick feel good too! He starts unzipping his pants off and removes his boxers off... He's full erect dick sprung out... Hmm... Let's see if you can take him... :) He was rubbing his tip in your entrance teasing you... You want his dick in you now!! He's so unfair..!! Without any warning he immediately puts his dick inside you and was groping your ass...He started to thrust in and out of you and was now squeezing the softness of your ass...It was slow at first bit now he's pounding in and out in full speed! "Fuck~! I never felt this good in a while!" he said while pounding in and out of you... "So fucking tight!!" he said squeezing your ass more as he fucks your pussy...Oh gosh you can't even think properly right now... He's dick was one of the best ones yet! He was pounding you real fast now...! He gave you another thrust and came in your pussy... He looked at the sight but he wanted more!! He then thrusts back inside your pussy and squeezed your ass hard! He's now thrusting in an animalistic speed!! "Take it..! Take all my cum!! I want you full of my cum!!" he said and as he shoited loads of cum on you until you both came... He releases his dick and looked at your pussy stuffed with his cum and your cum... You feel so tired right now... "You did good..." he patted you ass and gave it a small smack "Your ass is good..." he then puts back his boxers and pants back then looking at your filled up state "I guess ill help you now" he pulls you out the wall but your still stuffed from what just happened..."Aw... How cute~ here's my number... Call me again sometime~" he said putting a paper beside you and patted your head while smiling he stood up and walked away smirking.

The End <33

Hoped you liked it!! Reposts are okay!! Just took inspiration from somewhere :)

[bucky-barmes]

☾✧✧✧ I'm just looking for a good night ✧✧✧☽

female enhanced!reader x tfatws!Bucky

In which you get dragged into a mess in Madripoor while just trying to enjoy yourself. But is the infamous Winter Soldier as bad as you always thought?

[ a/n: idk what this exactly is but i don't hate it, and who doesn't love asshole bucky? maybe i just have a problem, also loosely based on that madripoor episode. also also tried something new for the writing style so i hope you don't mind lemme know if it's shit ]

Minka is polish for strong-willed one, and is a name but here it’s used as a nickname as it’s reader insert

[ word count: ~3,580 words (this started as a lil drabble of reader meeting bucky at a bar, but i guess my brain had other ideas)

includes: asshole bucky, swearing - like a lot (i'm aussie okay?), drinking (alcoholism?), it's pretty fkn angsty, asshole bucky (i'm warning you ok), no -18 pls as it's not entirely g rated & has some implications

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The music was blaring, sending vibrations through her body as she swayed to the fast beat. Drink sloshing around as she waved her arms around her above her head. This was it. This was living. Drunk, surrounded by strangers. No one knew her and she knew no one. She was free. And it was incredible.

Going to clubs alone was dangerous, she couldn't remember the number of times her mother had warned her not to. She must have been rolling in her grave at her daughter not only going to a club alone, but to a club in Madripoor no less. The thrill that anything could happen only exciting her more. That, and knowing that the Powerbroker wouldn't let anything happen to her, wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on her. That was the perk of being enhanced and not looking like it, it made you useful.

She had lost track of the hours, and the drinks, thinking only of how good the music made her feel. Of how nothing had felt this good in so long.

She waded through the sea of people, already locking eyes with the bartender as she made a beeline for the bar. She was stopped in her tracks, however, by a wall of bodies.

An almost animalistic growl ripped through her as she slapped her hand down on the shoulder of the man in the middle, a big fur collar adorning his coat. A hard hand gripped her wrist in response and her eyes shifted slowly from the back of man one to the owner of the hand.

Her eyes widened at who they landed on, then narrowed to barely visible slits. Yanking her hand back she didn't break her glare.

"I'm sorry, Dove, did we cut in?" The voice of the middle man broke her chain of thought, and when she looked back to him, he had turned to face her. "How about we buy you a drink to apologise."

"I don't want your handouts, Baron." Venom dripped from her words as she spat back her response. She wedged herself between the Baron and the third man, not someone she recognised, to snatch the drink the bartender placed out for her. "Besides, I don't pay here anyway, don't want you wasting your money."

She was about to work her way back through the crowd of people and to the middle of the dance floor again when she had a thought.

"Hold the fucking phone." Spinning on the spot, her eyes narrowed again, this time at the Baron, but that didn't stop her from seeing the man to his left step forward defensively.

"How are you even here? Last I heard you were stuck in a prison in Germany." Her drink was down and she slammed the glass down on the bar, getting threateningly close to him as she did. "Thought you were never getting out after what you did to them." Her sentence trailed off as her eyes flicked to the man next to him, the one with the metal arm.

The Baron offered her his signature smug smile. "Some people had other plans."

"Well, whatever you're planning," She closed the gap between them further. The shifting of bodies next to them was halted with a raise of the Baron's hand. "Stay the fuck away from me." Hatred seeped from her whole body.

Snatching the new drink that was placed on the bar, her gaze was turned to the apparent bodyguard.

"And I'd think twice before you lay a hand on me again." There was no response, but a subtle cocky smirk instead that only heated her further. She was gone before any of them could speak another word to her.

She was only able to start enjoying herself once more when the sight of the three men had disappeared, then, she was able to let her guard down and the beat of the music slowly took her over again. Until she got a call.

Plugging her other ear so she could hear, she took mental note of the location she was told to move to. The call ended abruptly, they always did with the Powerbroker, but this one was serious. She had begun picking up on the subtle differences between the calls.

Her gun was pulled from her thigh holster as she advanced towards the room Selby used for meetings.

She listened from a distance, the ability being one of many. A phone rang. An awkward silence as the conversation started. Names were thrown around, first Smiling Tiger. 'Yeah, that guy was definitely not Smiling Tiger', she thought to herself as she listened, remembering her run in with him one time. The phone call ended with a goodbye to "Sam"?

There were gunshot before she had time to process anything further.

Kicking the door down, she stepped through slowly, gun raised. It had fallen silent, the three men stood in the middle of the room.

"Holy fuck, what did you do?" Her voice was a mix of shock and anger. The men snapped their heads up.

"Things didn't exactly go according to plan, Dove." The Baron regretfully shrugged as he looked around at the collection of bodies on the floor, inclusive of Selby's.

"Well, why the fuck am I-" A fifth person joined the room before she could finish.

"Because the Powerbroker requested it." Sharon Carter approached her, stone-faced. “And nobody disobeys the Powerbroker.”

“I don’t know, I might’ve had I know it was for these idiots.” She was dead serious as she said it, glaring at the men responsible for the bodies strewn about.

Sharon shot the other woman a look, a look that said ‘you better cut it out right now’.

"Don't, Minka." Sharon's use of the others' nickname amplified the seriousness of it all.

The men in the room didn’t know it, but she, Minka, was the only one who knew who the Powerbroker really was. And you could say she was somewhat of a bodyguard for them.

“The Powerbroker requested it. End of, so get over it.” Sharon snapped at her.

“I can’t believe you’re helping these people.” Her grip on her gun tightened as she interrogated Sharon. “After everything that happened last time.” Her sentence ended with a scoff, clicking on the safety of her gun. She didn't place it back in her holster just yet though.

“Enough.” Sharon’s remark was a bark. An order. “Whether you like it or not, you’re involved now, you’ve seen the bodies. You’re part of it now.”

Minka just glared at her, mumbling “lucky me” under her breath as her daggers turned to the men again. Her anger only bubbled more when she saw the one with the metal arm, the Winter Soldier, staring right back, something she couldn’t quite pick up on behind his cold eyes.

Many hours and gun fights later, everyone made it Sharon's place alive, much to the acrimony of some of them. Of Minka.

"You have a beautiful place, Miss Carter." Baron was walking around, admiring the art as he made the genuine compliment, but he was being eyed. Sharon's personal guard wasn't about to let him touch, ruin, anything.

"Don't touch anything, and get changed, everyone knows what we're wearing now." The last part was directed at the whole group. "And you look like shit, too." Her nose scrunched as she looked them over. Even her associate was included in the statement.

Sharon watched as her figure retreated to the room she had set up, she was there often enough to warrant her own one, and then directed the men to where they could pick out some clothes and change.

There was a soft thump as her body landed on the bed, and she released a long sigh into the covers.

"Yeah, Sharon, I'm not in the mood." Her voice was mumbled from the bed, but was loud enough to hear the frustration.

"Minka, huh?" That was not the voice of Sharon Carter. Her head snapped up to face the door to her room that she swore she locked.

"You don't get to call me that." If looks could kill, the man in the doorframe would have dropped to the floor in record time.

"Is that not your name, Doll?" Arms folded over his chest, a mix of metal and flesh.

"Is your name The Winter Soldier?" The words were laced with malice as she slid off the bed, moving towards him to push him out of her room, her safe space. "Now if you don't mind getting the fuck away from me."

A heavy boot stopped the door from clicking into place, his metal hand forcing it back open, eyes dark. "No, I don't think I will." He stepped into the room, pushing the door closed behind him. This time it was her that stopped the door from closing, hand gripped tightly on the handle, pulling back.

"You've got some fucking nerve coming here like that." Minka yanked the handle as the soldier pushed the door harder, breaking it clean off. "Coming back into Sharon's life like you aren't the one that fucked it up in the first place." The handle dropped with a loud thud.

For a moment, something flashed through his eyes. Regret? Sadness? Whatever it was lasted a mere second before he regained control.

"So, you're like me?" His gaze dropped to the handle on the ground, taking the opportunity to gaze down her body as he did.

It was all she could do from punching him right then and there. "Absolutely not!" If the venom in her voice wasn't evident before, it definitely was now. "I don't kill innocents."

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The soldier staring down darkly at the smaller woman.

"It's Bucky."

Her eyes narrowed. "What?"

"My name, it's Bucky. And you can call me that."

She couldn't hold back the scoff that fell from her lips. "I won't be calling you anything. After all this shit is cleaned up, you'll never see me again."

Bucky's head tilted ever so slightly, his voice soft but dark. "I wouldn't be so sure of that." But before she was able to punch question him, Sharon's voice bellowed through the building.

"Downstairs, now."

The pair ripped their eyes from each other, Minka's falling to the handle on the floor. "I'm telling her you broke that. Now fuck off so I can change." And she shoved him out of the room, closing the door over between them, making sure to not close it the whole say so she could actually get out when she was ready.

By the time she had finished getting ready and made her way down to everyone else, people had begun meandering in, admiring the art.

"Took you long enough." Sharon walked up behind her, whispering harshly in her ear.

"Yeah, well you can thank your old friend for that. He's an asshole, by the way." "And he's not a friend." "Well he's the reason I need a drink." She turned to face Sharon, giving her a look of 'I hate you for dragging me into this' before heading to the bar, fully intending on double parking it the whole night.

It didn't take long for her to finally loosen up again, 5 drinks to be exact, and be back in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by sweaty bodies. It may have been an art auction, but nothing was ever not a party in Madripoor, especially if it was organised by the Powerbroker themself.

Minka was so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten entirely about the events of the day, the people of the day.

She had, yet again, lost track of the number of drinks she'd had. But every drink handed her way was downed immediately, not taking any time to register where, or more like who, they were coming from. That was always her greatest weakness, denying alcohol.

She was happily about to take yet another unknown drink being handed to her, when it was snatched from her reach and discarded on a nearby table.

"Hey, what the fuck, that was mine!" She growled, turning with her fist ready to launch into whoever had the nerve to steal her drink.

"Stop taking drinks from strangers, are you an idiot?" Suddenly the memories of the men she had to deal with throughout the day came flooding back. "You're gonna get spiked- in fact, you were about to with that one."

"What? Have you been keeping an eye on me? That's not very Winter Soldier of you." Her tone was mocking as she glared up at Bucky, struggling to stand thanks to the combination of copious amounts of alcohol and continuous movement of people around her.

Bucky placed his large hands on her biceps to keep her steady, eyes narrowing at her words. "You really don't know how to be nice to people, do you?"

"You really don't know how to stay the fuck away from people that don't like you, do you?" She retorted immediately, pulling herself from his grip. "I don't need a goddamn babysitter, especially not you. You don't exactly have the best track record with protecting people." Her back was turned to him and stalking off before she even finished her sentence, but she was yanked back in by her forearm.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You're being watched like a hawk by at least 3 men. Who knows how many of them are trying to spike you and get you separated from the crowd." Bucky's eyes were anywhere but hers, scanning the vast room for anything suspicious, clearly on high alert.

"I don't understand why you fucking care?" Bucky's eyes snapped down to hers, alarmed by her intensity.

"Keep your voice down or you're gonna draw attention to us." He hissed at her, lowering his head and pulling her arm to move her closer to him.

"Good, maybe security will see you're harassing me and escort you out." She snarled, anger rising with every word he spoke. "I'm just looking for a good fucking night and you've managed to ruin it twice now."

"Well take it up with Sharon then, she's the one that told me to keep an eye on you. So clearly she thinks you do need a babysitter." He dropped her arm, that would be enough to keep her in her spot for now.

"You're lying." Her words were barely above a whisper, eyes narrowed at him. "She knows I can hold my own. She's literally hired me for personal protection before."

"Clearly not this time." Bucky's eyes were back to scanning the room. "Not with the types of people here tonight." Minka couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh, because you know Madripoor, right? You've spent how many years here? Oh, that's right, none." She suddenly saw her opportunity to escape, Bucky's eyes not trained on her and her arms free.

"Tell her, as much as I appreciate it, she can shove it." And with that she had weaved her way though the crowd of bodies.

But her abandonment didn't last nearly as long as she had hoped.

All of a sudden she was being pushed against the far wall of the room where she was escaping to, breath knocked out of her.

"What the fu-" Lips landing on hers cut off her protests. Her eyes widened when she realised who said lips belonged to.

"Get off of me!" She spat when she was finally able to push Bucky off. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"People are following you. If they know you're with me they're less likely to try something."

"I'm not with you. In fact, I want to be as far away from you as physically possible right now." Bucky's arms, which were trapping her in by pressing against the wall either side of her face, fell to his side. His face turned emotionless for a moment before returning to his usual arrogant demeanour.

"You can't tell me you didn't feel the spark." He winked, a cocky grin plastered on his face when he saw the heat creep to her cheeks.

"Please, you wish there was a spark." Her eyes rolled as she paused. "I've had knife fights with more spark than that."

"Maybe we should have a knife fight sometime then." Bucky's response was quick, and smooth.

"Have you forgotten that you're never going to see me again after all this shit? Although," Minka tapped her chin in mock thought. "If you're offering to let me stab you, I'll gladly take you up on that." Unlike Bucky's, her face held no semblance of humour.

"I'm sure you'll change your mind by the end of it." Bucky eyed her suggestively.

"God, please don't tell me you're into me. Maybe I do want those supposed guys to take me, seems better than the alternative." She groaned at the thought of having to deal with him fawning after her.

Bucky's face indicated that that was definitely not he case. His eyes, however, suggested her words had hurt him a little. "God, never. But if you really want, I can hand deliver you to them myself." He pointed in the direction of said men.

Her nose crinkled. "Okay, maybe not them."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Sharon, we have a serious problem!" Minka stormed into the kitchen after the last few people had left and the party was over, Bucky not far behind her. "So I need a babysitter now? I thought I was the personal protection around here." Her fist collided heavily with the table.

"You are," Sharon looked at her nonchalantly as she poured herself a glass of whiskey. "Until alcohol is involved. You're as useless as that new Captain America when there's booze around." A sip. "Case in point." Sharon hummed, watching your eyes follow her glass from bench, to mouth, to bench again.

"Oh please." She snorted. "And you thought pairing me with this idiot was a good idea?" He hand gestured back to Bucky at idiot, not caring if it offended him. "He just makes me want to drink more."

Sharon was about to give her a look, but Minka just shook her head, throwing her hands up. "No, I'm not dealing with this tonight. I'm going to bed." "Take him with you." Sharon nodded towards Bucky.

"Oh fuck no, why the fuck would I-" "Because everyone knows you're involved, and your head is on a spike now, too. They want you dead, Minka." She couldn't argue with Sharon when she used her nickname for her. And the pain in her voice was evident.

"Fine, but you're sleeping on the floor." Bucky just shrugged, "nothing new."

"You sleep there." A finger pointed to the sofa on the far side of the room. Conveniently away from the bed. "I'll get you a blanket."

Bucky's brow quirked. "I thought I was on the floor?" He feigned confusion, head tilting to the side before his cocky smirk returned.

"Keep going and you will be." The blanket was thrown at his face, along with a pillow.

"A pillow too? Wow, it's like a 5 star hotel." She just glared.

"If you snore, you're out. If you sleep talk, you're out. You make any sort of noise and you're out. Capisce?"

"Guess it's a good thing I don't sleep then, huh?" Bucky threw the blanket and pillow onto the sofa.

"Now see, that just makes it weird. Like that scene from Twilight." "Well, yeah, when you put it like that it is." His face screwed up at the thought, recalling the scene.

"How do you- Actually no, I'm tired and I don't care." She had been about to ask how he understood the reference, but decided that was going to open a whole can of worms that she didn't care about.

"I may be over 100, but I have seen Twilight. Wanda made me watch it with her." He didn't need to be a mind reader to know what she was about to ask. And he didn't blame her, it probably would be surprising that a 106 year old had seen Twilight.

"Don't worry, Doll, I won't stare. Much." And now it was her turn to scrunch her face up.

"If you fucking touch me, I'll rip that metal arm from your body and shove it so far up your ass." Her sentence trailed off, however, when Bucky stepped closer to her, his gaze intense as he looked down at her.

"And how do you think I would touch you?" Another step closer, making her step back and gulp.

With her mouth agape, Minka was lost for words, probably for the first time in her life. Sharon unknowingly came to her rescue, though, when she knocked on the door while entering.

"Set your alarm for 6," Her eyes narrowed at them both and the distance, or lack there of, between them. "We've gotta be out of here asap tomorrow. Make sure you get enough sleep." "Will do, Sharon." Minka's gaze flicked to her, nodding once before she left the room, confusion plastered on her features.

"Right, well that's bed time then." Her tongue ran over her lips nervously, and she was painfully aware of Bucky's eyes watching. "I'm going to get changed." She turned and basically ran to the bathroom attached to her room.

"I'll be out here waitin'." "You're disgusting, don't think anything." "Wouldn't dream of it, doll."

[kaijime]

be quiet silly girl

includes. tendou satori

cw. dirty talk, oral (receiving), praise, edging (just once), cream pie

a/n. thought of this while I was in class so kinda brain rot but made into a fic :)))

“Ok stop! Stop! I have- stop!” You screamed in between your laughter fit, Tendou’s been tickling you for the past ten minutes and you almost couldn’t breath. “I- have a class stop!”

He eventually let you go and you started setting everything up for you class, you normally didn’t turn on the camera but you still tidied up around you just in case. “What class?”

“One through zoom, its just an hour long and then we can do whatever you want, ok?” He nodded his head, even though he didn’t completely agree, he wanted more time with you, but at the same time he understood your education needed time as well. So in the meantime he racked his brain to find a solution to his problem.

A few minutes later your class started, and the teachers voice rang through the speakers, picking up where left from the last class. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, though every once in a while you looked at him, deep in thought about something. You wondered what was on his mind, usually he never seemed this concentratedin something, but you let it slide...

That was until he snuck a hand on your thigh and drew mindless shapes on it, and it seemed innocent enough until his hand wandered to your innner thigh, between your legs. “Tendou?”

“Shhh... you wouldn’t want them hearing you, would you?” Thats when you realized his intentions, you tried pulling his hand out but he wouldn’t let you go. Instead of pulling away from you he pulled you closer and opened your legs wide.

“I-I can’t, I’m in class”

“So I guess you should be quiet, silly girl” He shifted to meet his face with yours, exanging in a passionate kiss, even though you knew the computer was inches from you, you still wanted this. Even when you knew that you could just touch one button and the rest of the class could hear your lewd sounds, you didn’t stop him from pulling your shorts down.

“Such a whore, look at yourself, your dripping wet and all I did was kiss you. Are you that aroused by the thought of them seeing you?” You shook your head, trying to deny him, to tell him you weren’t enjoying him while the slick between your legs said otherwise. He lapped at your juices, gathering them up with his warm tongue, as he sent shivers down your spine. “You look so nice, your legs spread out to show me that pretty pussy, let me eat you, darling”

He grabbed your hands and put them in the back of your thighs, forcing you to hold them against you so he could have better access to where he wanted to be the most. Indistinct voices could be heard from the speaker of the laptop, they sounded faint with your loud moans echoing in the room. Tendou couldn’t help but devour you, he wanted to taste every part of you.

He ate you out like this was his first and last meal, the slurping sounds that came from his place brought a light blush to your face, you wanted nothing more than to hide between your hands. But you knew better than that, you knew that if you did, one of his sadistic punishments awaited you, so you just went with it.

“T-tendou... my c-class h-aah-“ You tell, even though you know he’s not going to listen to you, you still want to warn him.

“Oh, well then, I guess I should stop” he pulls away, your pulsing cunt clenching around its emptiness and you can’t stop yourself from pulling at his hair, a silent plead for him to continue. The begging look in your eyes has him going feral, the way you don’t even have to tell him how much you want him, you could just give him one look and he already knew you needed him.

“Don’t st-stop... I need y-you please” and with those words he dives back in to his paradise, the place between your legs that drove both of you wild, he licked you up, starting all over again.

From gathering your juices to sucking softly on your clit, driving you insane with everything he did. Soon the sounds coming from the computer were meaningless, in comparison to all the feelings flooding your mind, everything was hazy except for one thing. Tendou.

You felt the familiar warm coil in your stomach and you knew you were close to finishing, maybe after you finished he would let you continue your class. He slid a finger into your wet heat, as if he knew it was the last thing you needed to orgasm.

“H-hmm ah T-Tendooou... I’m cu-cumming” he knew that, he knew you were just on the verge of falling over the edge, thats why he stopped. Thats why he pulled his finger out and removed himself from your cute little cunny, as much as you pushed him to go back. “N-no! I wanted- I n-needed it”

Your frustrated whines didn’t make him regret his actions one single bit, in fact, it just made him pull his pants down even sooner.

“Good girls only get to cum on my cock” he said before he teased you with the tip, rubbing it against your folds, but he didn’t move any further. He wanted to hear you beg once more before your head was hazy and you couldn’t even pronounce his name.

“T-Tendou... please”

“Just tell me what you need baby, tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you” he pushed even further, and he was tempted to leave all the teasing behind once he had a small taste of your warm walls.

“Pl-please I want y-you ah- and... your cock, I need your c-cock” he’s finally been fulfilled, so you only hoped he would keep his promise and do as you asked. He slid right in, your walls fluttered around him, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper. And you basked in the amazing feeling until it happened.

“Miss (Y/n) (L/n)? Are you there?” Your eyes shot open and you remembered the small problem you had postponed. You quickly told Tendou to back off from you, he did but he refused to pull out from your sweet pussy. You unmute your mic to answer the teacher’s question.

“Y-yes?”

“Okay, great, can you answer question number five?” You looked through your papers, notes from your previous classes, until you found what you really needed. The homework from last class.

“Uhm well... in the work sheet I wr-wrote-ah-h!” You let out a soft mewl in between your answer when Tendou thrusted himself inside of you.

“... Everything okay there?”

“Y-yes of course my internet’s a little... h-hmm weird, well... on question number five I-I wrote h-haahh st-...” you stuttered your way to the right words. Everytime you felt like you could finally talk Tendou moved inside of you, his tip hitting your pelvis perfectly everytime. “I-I wrote answer b-b, which was... hh- se-seventy-five point three”.

The teacher responded saying it was correct and you were relieved, turning off your mic quickly so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself anymore.

“You can’t do that T-Tendou. What if they asked me to turn on the camera?”

“Yeah, what were you going to answer? ‘Sorry my boyfriend is fucking my tight little cunny so I can’t right now’?” Every one of his words were degrading, still you loved it, you loved him shaming you for doing this. The exciting thought of someone catching you two only made you clench around him, sucking him in further. “Whoa, you’re clenching and creaming on me... how turned on are you?”

You couldn’t answer anymore, your brain was too clouded with the only thing you wanted right now. To cum. You wanted to milk him of his cum while gushing around him in the delicious way he was hitting your g-spot. That spongy bit inside of you being toyed with, you wanted more of it.

Tendou let out a sort of animalistic growl, the ones that let you know he was close, so were you. He could feel it everytime he moved his hips with yours, his pelvic bone grazing your clit occasionally, and he noticed how much that had an effect on you, so he snuck a digit to rub it.

He drew rough circles on the little bundle of nerves, driving you to ecstasy. The way you clenched the sheets, and how your thighs tried to close together, these were all things Tendou noticed from your orgasming form. These things also drew him closer to his own orgasm.

He came inside, pushing further inside to ensure every drop would stay inside. You were used to the warm feeling of him filling you up, but you could never get accustomed to the way he pulled out abruptly, only to push his dripping cum back into your hole with his fingers.

And just like that class was over.

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[harumiyabedo]

how genshin impact characters would react to the traveler making matching bracelets ^ - ^

heya! this is my first time making stories for genshin so i’m sorry if some of them are ooc and ahjdhahs my english is terrible so i hope u don’t mind and enjoy <3 [ also if there are some mistakes feel free to comment!! ] repost!!

ganyu, hu tao, venti, albedo

ganyu

first of all let me just.. she’s very sweet. we all know how she overworks herself :(

traveler would collect qingxin flower just for the sake of qilin matching bracelets

paimon would also nag about how tiring it is to climb up these mountains to get them

the traveler would pretty much make the bracelets whenever she’s busy or far away from them

of course, SHE WILL MORE LIKELY FEEL SUS ABOUT THE TRAVELER..ok jk uhm yes i think she would be confused on why you’re staying away from her

PLS I CANT EVEN IMAGINE HOW SWEET SHE WOULD ASK THE TRAVELER “traveler, i don’t know how to say this but i’ve been meaning to talk to you, did i do something wrong?”

traveler would panik because of how they worried her on hiding something from her

“ah no! don’t worry ganyu we just had to collect some materials” paimon would help you out to reassure her that she did nothing wrong

“oh i thought i did something wrong, do you want me to help you out? since i’m on a break” she would hesitantly ask you

of course, you didn’t want her to feel sad and invited her to join you go watch the view near the mountains in mt. tianheng

while waiting for the sun to set itself you decided it’s time for her to know

“ganyu!! we want to show you something!” paimon’s loud voice echoes to her ears

paimon covers her eyes, trying her best to cover her sight, as you attach her bracelet in her wrists

“okay! i hope you like this~” paimon says

i could imagine some litol smol tears she’s holding, she never received these kinds of gifts from someone so it would be special

“i- didn’t expect you to make this for me traveler, it looks pretty.” smiling through her happy eyes “and yummy” out of nowhere she says that

you would laugh at how cute she’s stopping herself from eating the flowers, since it’s a ‘special’ gift from you.

hu tao

HELLO?! to one of the most energetic person we’ve known! hu tao hehe

actually it’s very tricky to make secret gifts for her!! since she would probably follow you and paimon withouth you knowing

so..you definitely hide from her very very far away after collecting some silk flowers, hoping ningguang doesn’t mind

after collecting some of the flowers both you and paimon travel again to mondstadt near windrise

“do you think she wouldn’t follow us here?” paimon asks curiously as she piles out the flowers you both collected

you shake your head reassuring paimon they wouldn’t know

it took a few hours for you to finish it nice and neatly and of course you needed some rest since it’s almost night time

the next day you and paimon would traveler back again in liyue to find hu tao

“HU TAOO!! WHERE ARE YOU” paimon screaming again loudly, her words echoing through wuwang hill

since she would probably stay there mostly, to bury or even scare some people

it would probably take you both a few minutes to find her just sitting near the cliff watching the view

“HU TAO!! THERE YOU ARE!” paimon calls out her name

“hehehe.. what brings you here traveler!” she asks curiously

actually at this point i know she would act confused but she definitely know about the activity you did with paimon

approaching her with a small gift box for her, with a neatly tied ribbon made out of vines to make it more nature ish? i guess

she would open it immediately and look at it for a few seconds before she realizes its a flower bracelet

wearing it immediately and showing out her wrist to let you know it looks good on her!

of course she doesn’t want you to be sad because she already knows about it and shows you how happy she is with the bracelet

you both would sit down together and wait for the sun to set with her ghost scaring the shit out of paimon

venti

another person we all love! collecting cecilia’s would be a little hard since venti would be performing their harp again with the winds

but not to worry! i can definitely assure they would be staying in windrise

let me just tell you how cecilias also look vv pretty.. just imagine how the wind breeze would flow through your hairs while collecting cecilias

“traveler! paimon! i didn’t expect you both to be in here~” venti calls out your attention

paimon: panik traveler: visible panik

“OH! we were just staying here for some wind” paimon says

“hmm i see, well you wouldn’t mind if i accompany you?”

you both nod without even hesitating

WELL THAT DIDNT WORK OUT BUT! you don’t give up and continue collecting them for a few days

connecting both stems of the flower itself, and the outcome a pretty cecilia bracelet!

now the problem is looking for venti

it would be confusing because they would be in windrise, stormterror’s lair and starsnatch cliff

so you decide to go to windrise and surprisingly there they are, using the harp performing again to the winds

“venti!! we have something to show you!” paimon excitedly calls out their name to inform them

“oya? what is it! come on come on i’m thrilled to know” they say

you tie the bracelet on their wrist showing them you have matching bracelets

“traveler.. this looks pretty!!” touching the petals

“but it could be nice if we tried making apple bracelets!”

well i’m expecting them to say that so 😋

in return they would perform some songs to help you all relax under the tree, watching the leaves dancing softly

paimon would also talk about how funny it is to make the flowers

“you could’ve told me so! i would just act like i don’t know anything” venti would make a joke out of it

it all ends up watching the skies together raising your arms to see the bracelets

in which you and paimon would doze off.

albedo

HELLO IM A SIMP FOR HIM HEHE but anywho, he has the same flower as venti but don’t worry it won’t be that difficult to collect since he would be staying in dragonspine again doing some experiments

“albedo! we’re gonna head out for a bit to get some food” you wave and bid goodbye to get some “food” but it’s actually the flowers

albedo would smile at the view and decide to take a rest and sketch out something

while sketching out, you and paimon still collecting the flowers would make them near the cliffs so that it wouldn’t be hard to make them

albedo sketches both you and paimon with klee bombing👹 the fishes and he would laugh at the picture he imagined

sir. i love u, ANYWAYS MOVING ON

on your way back to the lab is F R E E Z I NG so don’t worry you’ll definitely speedrun your way to the lab

panting your breaths and finally arriving at the lab

“paimon! traveler! i see that you both have arrived.. why are you both panting so hard.” he would suspiciously ask you both

“well if you didn’t have your lab here in a freezing mountain” angy paimon

“haha i’m sorry, come on i’ll help you out” and YOU DEFINITELY WOULD LOVE TO ACCEPT IT BCS WHY NOT 😍

settling yourself near the fire and wearing the coats tightly because of how cold it is

“where’s the food?” out of nowhere he asks

oh no.

panik again yes ofc we love that

“well we kinda uhh.. ATE IT AND FORGOT TO BUY SOME FOR YOU haha..” paimon jokes

albedo’s mind rn: hmm sus

you couldn’t take it anymore and show him the bracelets you made

“hEY! I THOUGH WE WERE SUPPOSED TO SURP-“ covering paimons mouth

smiling through the embarrassment, but that’s ok bcs he would gladly accept it and wear it himself

“this looks pretty traveler, when did you make it” he asks while investigating it the petals and stems curious on how you tied it perfectly

and you tell him how all of it went out

“well i didn’t know you would be so good at this, i’m gonna keep this and wear it while i’m here in the lab” he smiles and pats your head

SIR PLS DJNSDJBSH HEHE

he would also show you his sketch while waiting for you both.

“well we kinda uhh.. ATE IT AND FORGOT TO BUY SOME FOR YOU haha..” paimon jokes

albedo’s mind rn: hmm sus

you couldn’t take it anymore and show him the bracelets you made

“hEY! I THOUGH WE WERE SUPPOSED TO SURP-“ covering paimons mouth

smiling through the embarrassment, but that’s ok bcs he would gladly accept it and wear it himself

“this looks pretty traveler, when did you make it” he asks while investigating it the petals and stems curious on how you tied it perfectly

and you tell him how all of it went out

“well i didn’t know you would be so good at this, i’m gonna keep this and wear it while i’m here in the lab” he smiles and pats your head

SIR PLS DJNSDJBSH HEHE

he would also show you his sketch while waiting for you both.

hello!! thank you for reaching here in the end! i don’t know if i did good or no but hopefully i did some ok i guess, i think most of them are ooc but thank you for reading <3

[flowerwrites06]

tears on a silver platter — pjm

Plot: Jimin calls his girlfriend clingy. 

Pairing(s): Idol!Jimin x OC (Name: Gaia)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2k+

Genre: Idol AU | Angst

Tags & Warnings: just pure angst my peeps, coarse language

Authors Note: i honestly didn’t fully realise just how much this fic was gonna be mentioned in my asks (like three lmao but i really didn’t expect any on this one) so i hope you like and tell me if you want a fic of mine reposted!

If a partner wanted some space for a while then it would always be wise to give them that much right. Gaia knew this perfectly well and for the first two weeks, she had been handing Jimin all the space he needed. Then two weeks turned into a month. Should she still have kept her distance or been concerned? Of course she was concerned.

Gaia had not seen the man eat a proper meal in a while and even had to succumb into asking one of the boys whether he was eating well.

“I mean—yeah I guess he’s doing good. Is there something wrong?” Namjoon asked through the phone and the girl merely sighed.

Something felt wrong for sure.

So Gaia opted to dip her toe into closing the distance little by little. She would send him texts in the morning motivating him to eat and wish him good luck on his practice. No response. Cool. She visited the studio whenever free time came to grace her but Jimin was far too focused on his work to give a few seconds conversation. Somehow conveniently every other member seemed to have all the minutes to talk to her though.

At night, she attempted to hold hands with him while sleeping but he would turn the other way deep in his slumber.

Pretending it did not hurt became more difficult as the days went by to a point where Gaia thought maybe Jimin was going through a very difficult time. She tried sending him messages that would help him feel better and reassure him that he could talk to her any time. Once again. No response.

Okay so now it really hurt.

She hated to admit crying herself to sleep that night with the haunting thought maybe it was just her. What if Jimin was trying to decide how to end their relationship? Maybe he was waiting until she got sick of him so he did not have to break the bad news.

Tonight Gaia grew determined to try one more time getting through to the man with his favourite homecooked dinner. The woman barely cooked but she had enough hours off work to make something special for when he came home. Taking the extra mile, she even wore a nice yellow dress with some light makeup on to maybe brighten up her own mood and his too.

Scented candles on the coffee table with their dinner laid out neatly and some of Jimins’ favourite music to calm him down from a stressful day.

With a click, the door opened to an evidently tired looking Jimin, his eyes drooping, lips puffy and his clothes loosely hanging from his shoulders. He stopped in his tracks and stared at the display before him. “What’s this?” He asked, no smile present.

Gaia smiled anyway glancing at the food. “It’s dinner. I thought we could eat together tonight, we haven’t done that in a while.”

“I’m not hungry.” Jimin placed his bag on the floor with a light thud mimicking her own heart.

She struggled to maintain her smile through the burning behind her eyes and the clench of her chest. “Just—come and sit here for a minute.” The girl patted the space beside her.

“Gaia, I’m really tired.” He gestured to the stairs. “Let me just shower and go to sleep, okay? We can do all this any time.”

“Jimin, we haven’t been spending time for over a month now. And you’re not even on tour. Do you realize that?” Gaia tried to keep her voice steady and calm even though the anxiety bubbling inside her from this conversation dwindled all her strength.

Jimin scoffed lightly. “Just because I’m not on tour doesn’t mean I’m not busy. I record, I practice, I have a lot of shit to do.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, swallowing down the lump in her throat. “I know…but you can sit down with me for a few minutes just to eat. You don’t even have to eat, just sit with me. Be with me.” She smiled sadly.

“I am with you, what more do you fucking want?!” He growled making her jump a little.

“All I’m asking is for a few minutes, Jimin—”

“That few minutes I can better use resting ‘cause I barely get enough of that already!” He roughly gestured to the stairs this time, eyes fiery with anger.

Her whole burned in her boiling anxiety, vision blurring with thick tears. “So you can’t make a little time to just talk to me? Am I really that small of a part in your life?”

Jimin rolled his eyes with a frustrated sigh. “I have way too much on my mind right now and all you care about is how much time I spend with you?”

“I gave you your space.” Gaia defended as tears streamed down her face. “For a whole month I didn’t bother you at all but there’s a limit! You can’t just ignore me like I don’t matter!”

“What are you, a child? A fucking koala? Do you need me to talk to you every single day just so you feel like you matter?!” All the softness that used to be on his face now faded into nothing but a monstrous glare. “I really didn’t expect you, of all people, to become so fucking clingy.” He almost grimaced at her.

Gaia sucked in her bottom lip suppressing any more sobs that forced to come out of her. Chest knotted so harshly she almost felt like she could stop breathing. His words lingered in the air like a disease waiting to haunt the rest of someone’s life. All the urge to fight for the man now melted away when she caught the disease. She got up from the couch and blew out the candles, tears dropping into one of them before grabbing the plates to the kitchen.

Thick, heated silence engulfed the house once used to be filled with laughter, love and happiness. Jimin wanted the fire in his anger to stay longer but it was just cruel as the words he spewed to his love. Fire doused and the harsh clarity of his behavior arrived to him a little too late.

Disposing of the now cooled down food, she practically threw the dishes into the sink before rushing over upstairs.

Jimin tried to say her name but it only came out in meek stutters. Before anything could even flash through his mind, the door slammed shut.

So it was her. All that distance, ignorance and lack of touching was all because Jimin didn’t want to be near her in the slightest. Or at least he did not think time with her was important enough to care. Maybe it wasn’t. He was this big fucking star while she worked in a little art gallery, what the hell could she ever do that was remotely interesting, right? Jimin was not the most humungous fan of art either so time with her would be boring as hell for him. He could have more interesting partners whenever he wanted.

Failing to let go of that thought, Gaia attempted to sleep with a heavy broken heart and a terrifying but expected decision brewing in her mind.

-

Jimin called the boys saying that he was going to be late to practice which Namjoon agreed to first since he knew the little too big problem they were having at home. He always practiced really hard anyway so it was easy for him to let go for a while.

French toast, eggs and coffee on the table, the boy opted to brave himself and go upstairs to invite her down for breakfast.

Walking past the living room to the stairs, Gaia already walked out from the hallway. A smile immediately tugged on his lips seeing her but then his eyes caught the two bags in her hand with one hanging on her shoulder.

Gaia wanted to get out of the house quietly refusing to face Jimin after his behavior last night but luck never seemed to be on her side lately. Her body froze at the top of the stairs seeing him give a rare smile before it quickly melted away. Gulping down the growing lump in her throat, she continued to walk down the stairs trying to harden her heart.

“Baby…” He whispered, reaching out to hold onto her as soon as she reached the bottom but the girl pulled away.

“Don’t…please.” Gaia sighed refusing to meet his gaze.

“You have to listen to me, baby please.” Jimin stood in front of the door, lump growing in his throat.

“I listened.” She chuckled sadly. “More than enough.”

He shook his head, tears forming. “No—I was being an idiot and I was tired—” Jimin cupped her cheeks. “Gaia pl—”

“No!” She pushed him away again, the bag on her shoulder sliding off to the floor. “You said everything you needed to say…” Gaia sobbed a little before sniffling. “I don’t want to be in a place where I’m nothing but a burden. Dead weight.”

“You’re not a burden.” A tear trailed down his flushed cheek. “You’re not, you’re the best thing—”

“I’m not the best anything to you.” She whispered. “I’m not even important enough for you to fucking have dinner with me, how do you think that makes me feel?”

Jimin stammered glancing over at the kitchen counter where the breakfast lay. “At least—have some breakfast with me.” He muttered, trying to reach out but finally stopping himself even though it physically hurt to do so.

Gaia looked over her shoulder at the beautiful display of food with a rose in a vase. A sad smile twisted her features. “If you did this yesterday, I would’ve agreed without a second thought.” She lowered her head. “Now I’m not hungry.”

His own words now hit him back like a bag of bricks as the tears ceased to streaming down his face watching the girl refuse to look him in the eye. “Look at me…please.” The last word became inaudible as Jimin tried to suppress a sob.

The woman picked the bag up and hung it on her shoulder again, sniffling a little. Everything in her being screamed not to do it but her eyes flickered up to meet his gaze anyway. Heart crumpled like a piece of paper seeing the pain in his expression. The things she would do to ensure Jimin never looked so distraught was endless. But Gaia spent far too long being the only one trying to make the other feel better. It was time to protect herself now. “I have to go, Jimin. It’s better this way.” Gaia tried to give a reassuring nod.

No. It would be better if he could turn back time and sit down to have dinner with his favourite person in the world so this never happened. It would be better if he replied to all her heartfelt messages and did not ignore her when she was kind enough to visit him and check on him. It would be better if Jimin just tried to be better. He always strived for perfection in his work that he lacked terribly in being a good boyfriend.

The girl took a hold of her other bags and tried to make way past the door but her cheeks were cupped again. Before Gaia could absorb the situation, a familiar pair of lips pressed against her own. At least they were familiar at some point. She had not felt the warm of his kiss in so long that it almost seemed like the first one. Except the memories laced within it reminded her of the reality. This was a goodbye kiss. One quick, painful and desperate grab at fixing something that was already broken beyond repair.

When the kiss broke, Gaia had to let out a shaky sigh and a light gasp still keeping her eyes closed to relish in the moment that might never come back again.

Their foreheads pressed together longer than they should for their own health.

“I love you so much.” Jimin whimpered.

Gaia winced pushing the words touching the tip of her tongue before walking past him. Out the cage of pain and distance, she took a deep breath of the fresh air outside.

[starlocked01]

Do You Love the Color of the Sky

(pls don’t scroll it’s not that post)

AO3

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary: Not being able to see green must suck, but Patton pitied his soulmate more for being stuck with him.

Content Warning: Swearing, Food

Day 26 Queerplatonic Intruality, background Logince-  You can't see shades of your soulmate's eye color until you meet and look into each other's eyes for the first time.

Do you love the color of the sky?

Patton scrolled through the ridiculously long post and sighed. He liked most of them but the shades of blue always looked so dull. A lot of people reposted this particular picture set because it was the easiest way to tell what color eyes your soulmate has. Which led to a lot of bored scrolling.

If not for the lack of blue in his life, Patton would have assumed he didn't have a soulmate. It just didn't make sense to him as a concept. He loved all his friends and cared about the people he met in his day to day life, he didn’t feel like anything was particularly missing.

Other than the color blue, that is. He stared at his own green eyes and chuckled sadly. His poor soulmate had never seen summer leaves or blades of grass, probably never liked Luigi as a character, hated driving, and wouldn't recognize Patton's pride flags. Patton had learned about the aromantic spectrum and a lot of his feelings had clicked into place. Romance just wasn't his thing and he was happy. He did worry about disappointing his blue-eyed soulmate. How awful to be tied with someone who won't love you romantically.

Patton's best friend since middle school had managed to find his brown-eyed soulmate at a local cafe. Logan didn't say much but Patton could tell he was ecstatic under the calm exterior. And from the sound of it, Roman was quite the romantic which flustered Logan. Patton was happy for them, really.

"You know, Pat, I could try to set you up on a blind date," Patton looked up at Roman with confusion.

"Oh no, they're blind?" Patton couldn't imagine not being able to see at all.

"Why would you suggest that, Roman. His eyes are only green," Logan interjected from the kitchen where he was preparing dinner for his soulmate and friend. Roman had been the one who insisted on inviting Patton and this idea was probably the reason why.

"No, they aren't blind. A blind date is when you go on a date with someone you haven't met before. I could set everything up! I've got the perfect man in mind-" Roman started rambling excitedly.

"Don't tell me it's your brother," Logan scolded.

"It's my brother, but that's not the point!"

"Don't you think you've put Remus through enough humiliation?" Logan turned, shaking a wooden spoon at Roman menacingly.

"I mean, I doubt he's my soulmate and I'll probably disappoint him, but I'll meet your brother if he's okay with it," Patton fiddled with the napkin holder, trying to diffuse the argument by agreeing. What did he have to lose?

"Fantastic! I'll call him right now!" Roman jumped up from the table, phone in hand.

"Roman! Dinner's almost done, just leave it alone!" Logan called with an exasperated sigh, "sorry, Patton. He does this to everyone."

"It's fine, Lo. A low-pressure date might be nice?" Patton shrugged.

Roman had the whole date set up before dinner was even done. He decided the two would meet for a picnic at the local park that weekend. Patton didn’t even have to say a word and it was all planned out. Logan shook his head but gave his soulmate a small smile.

The day of the picnic arrived. Roman had done everything to get this set up for the two, excited at the possible connection for his brother and new friend. Patton just rolled with it, bringing a small cake he'd made to share.

He found the picnic and spotted Roman talking with a man who looked oddly similar and dissimilar to him at the same time. Patton figured they must be brothers and hesitated several yards away.

The man couldn't look any more different from Patton if he tried. His hair was dyed and Patton thought he spotted the glint of a piercing on his lip just under a trim mustache.  For some reason, he'd decided on a black and green mini skirt and fishnet stockings with a ripped My Chemical Romance shirt. It certainly contrasted with Patton's sky grey polo, grey cardigan, and khaki slacks.

Patton took a few deep breaths to try and remember that this wasn't likely to work and was mostly to humor Roman. He'd be nice to Remus. Maybe meet him again at a Christmas party where they both laugh at Roman's poor matchmaking. End of story.

Roman spotted him and waved Patton over, more excited than a puppy brought home from a shelter.

"Patton! Let me introduce you to Remus," Roman grabbed his wrist to yank him the rest of the way over, "I think you guys are really going to hit it off!"

Remus stared at the ground, looking embarrassed. Patton felt really bad as Roman must put him through this all the time. He offered a hand and a warm smile which he took but Remus wouldn't meet his eyes. He was fine with that.

"Alright, I'll leave you two alone to start building chemistry. Good luck!" with that Roman turned and left and Remus let out an exasperated sigh before sitting down on the blanket.

"You don't have to stay. I know he probably paid you or something," Remus muttered at Patton.

"No, I agreed to try, no bribes. I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you," Patton smiled sadly, kneeling down on the other side of the blanket.

"It's not you, Patton. It's him. He's obsessed with finding my soulmate ever since I told him…" Remus got very quiet, picking at one of the threads of his sock.

Patton urged him to continue, "you told him what?"

"That I'm ace. No one is ever gonna be happy with me so why try?" Remus picked up a rock and threw it hard, "he doesn't believe me and thinks I'm just giving up. I wish he'd just fucking listen to me!"

"Oh, is that all? Gosh, I'm sorry, Remus. I totally get it though! Have you asked him to stop putting you in uncomfortable situations?" Patton was so relieved he forgot that Remus wouldn't know why.

"Don't you think I've tried?? And yet here you are, probably telling yourself you can change me because all anyone would need to do is get in my pants- skirt- whatever and I'll change my tune! Right?" Remus glared at Patton who looked away quickly.

"N-no… I mean I actually get it. I'm aro and I hear a lot of similar stuff from people who don't get it," Patton explained himself softly.

Remus hit his forehead and flopped down onto his back, staring up at the sky, "oh! Oh, of course... I'm sorry for assuming, Patton."

"It's okay. Let's just enjoy this lunch and what I assume is a beautiful day," Patton laid down and stared at the sky, "is it cloudy today or is the sky actually blue?"

"Oh, it's a brilliant blue today, Pattycake. Have you never seen the blue sky?" Remus asked in amazement.

Patton chuckled, "nope, never seen it. My 'soulmate'-" he used finger quotes "-has blue eyes."

"Oh, well it's about the color of your shirt today," Remus grinned, "so I guess you know the difference between leaves and clouds, huh?"

"Green is a beautiful color," Patton smiled, "I hope someday you get to see it with someone who appreciates you for who you are, Remus."

"Thanks, Patton."

They both laid there in silence for a few minutes before Remus broke it, "so what do you think of horror movies?"

"Too scary to watch alone, but I'll watch with a friend," Patton smiled, "opinion on Bob Ross?"

"A treasure, but I wish he drew fewer happy trees and more sad ones," Remus grinned. They continued bouncing questions off of each other, a few starting heated debates as they ate the picnic and just talked.

It was wonderfully non-romantic. Patton felt understood for the first time in a long while.

Remus became more and more animated as their conversation drifted from movies and games to tattoos (Patton showed him a Spongebob tattoo on his ankle much to Remus' surprise) and careers. Patton was shocked to discover that Remus worked in daycare most days, something he would have never guessed from his attire.

"You like working with kids?" Patton asked cheerfully.

"I get to give them back to their parents at the end of the day and sleep like a rock," Remus laughed and took a bite of cake, "let me guess, you're a baker?"

"Not quite, I help run my parents' Mom and Pop diner and they stick me on dessert duty way too often," Patton happily patted his stomach, "I bet chasing all those kids burns about as many calories as I can bake in a day."

Remus snorted, "maybe I should stop by and find out some time."

"Yeah! I make the best cheesecake- if I'm being humble," Patton laughed.

"I love cheesecake! Can we go now?" Remus sat bolt upright with a large grin on his face.

"Don't we have to clean all this up or wait for Roman?" Patton asked, happy but a little nervous to make Logan’s soulmate upset with him.

"Oh come on!"

"I can always just make you one," Patton replied carefully.

"That would imply seeing you again," Remus smirked at him.

"You seemed to like the idea," Patton smiled hopefully, picking at the grass.

"I love that idea. You're so easy to hang out with, Pat. You really do get it, and I'm sure we could have lots of fun together," Patton looked up, tears in his eyes. He took off his glasses and wiped them with the sleeve of his cardigan before meeting Remus' gaze with a smile.

Something in the back of his head clicked. He watched as Remus blinked in confusion and started looking around wildly. Patton felt just as confused until he noticed the sky.

He fell back down on the blanket and stared up at the brilliant depths of blue in the cloudless sky. He could almost feel how far it stretched into the void of space and was utterly in awe, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes and down his ears. It was magnificent.

Patton lay there crying until his view was blocked by two navy blue eyes, sparkling with joy and streaming tears as well. Patton smiled and opened his arms for a hug which Remus gladly fell into.

Roman came back and found them in each other’s arms, laying on the blanket and talking about everything they couldn't tell anyone else before. Patton made sure later to tell him off for how he'd treated Remus but also thanked him for setting up the date.

They weren't dating. It was something different, but they were happy. And Patton really did love the color of the sky.

Tag List: @stoicpanther @ifrickenhatedeverythingaboutthis @idontgiveafuckaboutshit @tsshipmonth2020

[stillwithkoo]

Kiss me, Heal me. 3

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When Jungkook gets injured just before an important game, he sets out to find his soulmate to heal him. In a world where soulmates can heal all kinds of illnesses by kissing, he’s desperate to find his, even if he doesn’t know you yet. What happens if he does find you? Will you kiss a stranger who claims to be your soulmate?

WC: 3k+

Warnings: Smut but it's not who you think it is, Infidelity- but jk has a shitty gf n it's mutual lol, snarky oc at the end.

tags: idiots and enemies to lovers, a lil slowburn, a bit of angst, soulmate culture, smut in the future.

A/N: this is unedited as always so sowee 👅💋 hope ya still like it tho! enjoy loves. :)

pls don’t repost my fic anywhere, if i ever find out you stole my fic idea you’ll regret it. thanks :)

You still couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. Though it was a week ago, and you've been avoiding Jungkook like he had the plague. Also, he went home awkwardly last week after that happened. You wondered if it meant something to him? To you? Of course it meant something to you, you were in-like with him. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, mayhaps you liked him. It really didn't help that you felt like heaven when he kissed you. It kinda makes you think if you were just meant to be healing soulmates and not romantic soulmates. And then there's his girlfriend too, they haven't broken up yet and what if she finds out you kissed his boyfriend? Would that make you a slut? Are you really a slut now? Ugh, maybe you are for Jungkook that is. But no. You should just forget about it, Jungkook doesn't seem like he'll leave his girlfriend for someone like you anyway. Even though you heard they were almost fighting everyday. Your best friend Charlie told you so, of course she asked how last week went and of course you cursed her for making Jungkook scheme with her against you.

But, you also told her about the kiss which she happily squealed when she found out, shipping you both. And then she proceeded to tell you about Jungkook's chaos in paradise. Why did he even kiss you? He's just making you overthink stuff, and it isn't even nighttime yet. Did he just want to help and heal you? Or was it something more? It doesn't matter you kept saying, but maybe you were just trying to convince yourself otherwise.

You went to the library to distract yourself and read some books, and of course like every cliché romance novel- (tho the romance part isn't really true) the person you were avoiding was there. Jungkook and his long curly hair that you hate. Why did he have to be so damn godlike all the time? He was in a casual polo shirt tucked in inside his pants, maybe he didn't have soccer practice today. And he looked so good you were trying not to get wet just staring at him. Maybe he noticed you were ogling him so he decided to stare at you back. But you were still embarrassed and you didn't know how to act around him now, so you went to the back aisle of the library. Not acknowledging that he was calling your name. He didn't let you go though, as he went after you to make your suffering even worse.

"Y/N, hey are you avoiding me?" he suddenly asked. You pretended to be busy reading the book you were holding, just so you didn't have to stare at his handsome face. "Oh. Hey Jungkook, of course I'm not. I'm just busy trying to catch up with school and stuff. Why'd you think so?" you replied indifferently. "You didn't listen to me when I called your name awhile ago, and I haven't seen you around campus so I thought maybe you were avoiding me. Aren't you really?" He said as he moved towards you, making you feel queasy.

"I really am not. I just didn't hear you awhile ago, and besides the whole campus is pretty big maybe we just didn't notice each other." you simply fibbed. "Okay, whatever you say. I just wanted to know how are you feeling btw? Are you feeling better now after we… kissed?" you can't believe his cocky ass would really bring up the kiss. Fck him. "I'm spectacular if you must know. And can we not bring that up ever again please? It doesn't matter anyway." you retorted sarcastically.

"Why not? Are you mad at me because I kissed you? Or are you mad because you loved it?" he said as he moved closer to you trapping you within the shelves. You couldn't breathe but it was also like you didn't care, you wanted him close to you even if you felt like dying inside too. When you finally looked at him in the eye, you weren't surprised that he was staring at you with that playful but concerned look you kinda liked. "Don't be so full of yourself, I only liked it because it healed me. There's no other reason." You tried to shove him off and get away, but he held unto you and placed his hands on your hips. "If that's true, then why can't you look at me more than a minute longer and why are you running away baby?" he whispered into your ear seductively. He then moved to look at your face, and then at your lips. Seemingly wanting to taste them again. And you wanted to taste his too, you remembered how you got almost addicted to his lips the first time you kissed. He leaned in closer and you suddenly remembered you didn't even answer his question yet. But you think you did now as you were kissing him. The kiss didn't last long as you remembered his girlfriend Chaeyoung. It was unfair to her and what if she caught you? You were almost making out with her boyfriend again. The thought was enough to make you pull away from Jungkook, leaving him a little confused.

"Why did you pull away? You can't lie to me, I know you liked kissing me too."

"Yes, maybe I did Jungkook. But it's wrong. You have a girlfriend Jungkook, what are you thinking? What about chaeyoung? Don't you care about what she'd feel?" you reasoned. "I know that, you don't have to remind me. But you're my soulmate Y/N, she's just my girlfriend. And I don't even know what I feel about her anymore, but when I kiss you I don't think about anything or anyone else."

"But we can't do this Jungkook. I can't allow you to cheat on her with me, and I can't allow you to use me while you figure out what you really feel about her. It isn't healthy for the both of us."

"I know baby, I'm sorry. I'm not using you to figure out my feelings for her or forget her, I don't know what it is yet but I feel so good when I'm with you. Can't we just forget about everything for a little while and just let it be?" he said as he cupped your cheeks with his hands. "I don't know Kook, I don't think I can forget that you're with someone else and fool around with you. If things aren't working out for the both of you, why don't you talk it out or break up?"

"It's not that easy to just talk it out with her… and I can't break up with her…" (just yet) Jungkook wanted to add.

"Well what are you planning to do? And what do you want me to do Kook? I don't wanna be the other woman. You surely don't think we'll just mess around while you're still with her?"

"I can't let her go just yet Y/N. I need to think more. But I can't let you go too. You're my soulmate, pls don't give up on me. I just need time to figure things out." Jungkook said dejectedly. "I'll wait for you Kook, I just hope you can make the right decision. Also, It's not like I can avoid you forever. But, maybe it's best if we just stay friends for now. Like friends with no funny business or benefits." You said meaning it seriously but the last part jokingly. Trying to make the mood a little better.

"That's okay with me I guess. Well friend, promise you won't avoid me now?" He looked at you with hopeful eyes.

"Promise. Just don't try to do illegal things to me." You joked. "Okay! Hmm, so you wanna go eat icecream with me at my fave ice cream shop this time?"

"Are you paying for mine? If you are then who am I to say no."

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"Babe, you feel so good inside me."

"Of course I do, I have the best pussy and you know that."

"Not to ruin the mood, but what about your boyfriend? What if he catches us here? I heard he's built, I'm not saying I'm scared but you know I hate confrontation." The guy said balls deep inside her. "What about him? He doesn't care about me, he's probably fucking someone else too. But I can't break up with him you know? We've gone through a lot, and even if he neglects me I still want & need him. And you can't blame me for wanting someone to fulfill my needs, when he doesn’t anymore. Don't worry about him catching us, he never comes here unless I tell him to. Jungkook is so obedient, but a lousy boyfriend."

After you both finished your ice creams,( you learned his fave was the cookies and cream flavor,) Jungkook didn't want to go home yet. He suggested to go to the bowling alley at the mall, to teach you how to play bowling, because you mentioned you've never played it before.

"You have to hold it like this. Place your middle and ring finger in the top 2 holes and place your thumb into the bottom hole." he instructed, after a while you were almost getting the hang of it, though Jungkook was still the best because he'd made a 'turkey' already. You found out he loved going bowling with his dad, before they fought about his goals and dreams. It's amazing how athletic he is. He's an amazing soccer player, he's good at bowling, he's an exercise muscle pig, he can probably do anything if he puts his mind to it. Maybe the only thing he can't do is leave his girlfriend for you, or like you. But it's not time for your pity party right now.

After a taxing hell week, Jungkook invited you to have a movie marathon with him as a friend at his place, to relax after the horrid week and hangout.

"What movies are we watching this time Kook?" you asked sitting on his bed comfortably, holding a bag of chips to munch on later as you watched movies. "Hmm, I was thinking we could watch all the Iron man movies, and maybe spiderman after."

"Wow you really like Iron man huh?" you teased smirking a little. "Well yeah, only uncultured swines don't." he retorted.

"I really like how pepper stayed by his side through everything. She's a brilliant woman." Jungkook says sometime during the movie. "Yeah, I haven't really seen all the iron man movies till now but I can say they suit each other well. Pun unintended." you laughed at your silly thought, making Jungkook smile too.

You were focusing on the movie when you realized Jungkook's attention wasn't fully on the movie, instead it was at you. He was staring at you and he wasn't even being subtle about it. "Hey creep, why are you staring? You're not planning to murder me are you?" You joked. "I'm not a creep and I'm not planning to murder you, I was just admiring the view." You felt a blush forming in your cheeks at his words. Did he mean he was admiring you? That you were the view? The view isn't even that beautiful though, you thought insecure.

"Stop joking around Kook." you told him shrugging him off. "I'm not though, but I'll stop. Wouldn't want you falling for me even more." He cockily remarked. You knew he was joking but you couldn't help but get pissed a little by his joke. It was like he was trying to rile you up and for what? You couldn't do anything with him. You shouldn't, besides you already had an agreement. "As if Kook, keep dreaming."

"I'll keep dreaming of you then."

"Shut up or I'm really gonna get mad now."

"Okay, okay. I was just teasing babe don't be mad, I'm sorry."

"Let's just continue watching the movie okay?"

"Yeah, of course." he said awkwardly.

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You were out buying something at the store when you saw someone familiar passing by. Was that Chaeyoung? Jungkook's girlfriend? After taking the items you bought you followed her, as you were curious if Jungkook was with her at the mall too. But to your surprise she entered a resto, and the guy waiting for her wasn't Jungkook. It was some guy you didn't know but they looked kinda close if you must say. Thinking he was just a friend, you were about to go on your way when you saw at the corner of your eye that they were a little too close to be just friends. She fed him some food and they were sweet with each other. An ugly thought geared in your head. She wasn't cheating on Jungkook wasn't she? But if she were then it would be so unfair to him.

You had the sudden urge to ask her what she was doing when you realized it wasn't your place and your business to butt in. You also remembered that you kissed his boyfriend so you were conflicted. Isn't it hypocritical to hate her for possibly cheating on Jungkook, when Jungkook kinda did the same? Their relationship is kinda fucked up if you think about it, and you don't want to be a part of it. But how can you not be affected when you've already sinned with your soulmate. You decided to go home instead of snitching her to Jungkook, as you thought it wasn't the right time yet. Also, you needed more proof and to know the truth if she really was doing it.

You were back again at Jungkook's place to do a project for school, as the universe decided to make you partners for this class project. Maybe it's the soulmate effect, ew. You should stop being delulu, you thought. You weren't gonna lie and say you don't enjoy spending time with Jungkook though, He was always so adorable and kind. Except for times when his cockiness gets the best of him, he was enjoyable to be around with. "So, which part do you wanna do first?" you asked. "Hmm, maybe the easy one first?" you laughed a little, of course he'd choose the easy part to do. "Okay. You'll do the vocabulary part and I'll do the introduction summary for now." You stated. He agreed and you both proceeded to do the project, chatting occasionally to ask some questions about it. You just finished your tasks for today, when Jungkook decided to make a dad joke and it was actually a good one- or maybe you're just lame that's why you found it so funny that you had tears in the corner of your eyes from laughing so much. Someone decided to knock on his door interrupting your crack fiasco, and you remembered to get yourself together and stop giggling like a crackhead.

"Chaeyoung? Why are you here?" Jungkook said as soon as he opened his door, his girlfriend appearing in front of him. "Because you weren't answering your phone Kook, and now I see why." She retorted, looking at you accusingly. She had put weird extensions on her hair, making her look quite ratchet. But her outfit was kinda nice, it was slutty like her. "Well Y/N's here because we're doing a school project, it's not what you're thinking Chae."

"And what am I thinking Kook? Care to tell me how you know what's on my mind?" she said sarcastically. "I'm just saying the stupid things you're thinking aren't real, babe." Chaeyoung got angry at his statement. "Are you saying I'm stupid Jungkook? How dare you!" she screamed.

"I never said that, you're the one who said it. Are we really gonna fight right now again? Because I don't have the time or energy for it. So can we do it some other time? Not right now when Y/N's here." Instead of being ashamed, the things Jungkook said just seemed to rile up his girlfriend more. "And so fcking what if she's here Kook? I don't care about her, and you shouldn't too. Your business with her is done! You shouldn't be meeting up with her anymore, but look at you hoeing around behind my back." You wanted to defend Jungkook, but you remembered that you did kiss him and that made you feel a little guilty. Though, you agreed to be just friends right now. "I'm not hoeing around Chaeyoung! Stop accusing me of doing things I'm not doing. I care about Y/N because she's my soulmate, and you should respect her as a person if you can't respect us being connected in each other's lives." Jungkook retorted right back at her. "If you're not playing around then why do I feel like you are Kook? A woman's instincts are never wrong. You've been cold to me. And whenever we talk, we just fight. Is it really crazy for me to think that it's because you want something or someone new?" she cried crocodile tears.

"I'm sorry if you feel that way, but It's not wholly my fault. You always seem to find mistakes in me and accuse me of stupid shit I didn't do, that's why we're always fighting. You say I never communicate, but when I try to- you're the one who doesn't listen to me. I don't even know what to do with you anymore Chae. I don't know what to do with us." Jungkook sighed, quite exhausted with the whole conversation they're having. It was so awkward for you to witness them fighting, that you wanted to get out of the room already. So you told Jungkook you were leaving.

"Kook, I'm sorry to butt-in but maybe I should leave now? We're almost done with the project anyway." Jungkook was about to reply and escort you out, but his girlfriend chimed in. "You really only thought to leave now? When you could've done that ages ago? Come to think of it, it's your fault why we're fighting again. You're an annoying little slut." Jungkook was embarrassed and bummed at his girlfriend for insulting you like that, she was being paranoid and a bitch. You decided not to mind her and say anything, even though her bitch ass was really getting into your nerves. "Chaeyoung shut up!" he told her.

"No. Why should I shut up when it's true? It's her fcking fault for being such a flirty whore trying to steal you away from me! You're not even gonna deny it are you?" You couldn't help but answer her as you couldn't take the bullshit she was spouting anymore. "I don't usually respond to background noise and nonsense people, but since you wanted my attention so badly- I'm gonna tell you this. I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend, so please get out of your imagination now, It's not healthy." You retorted snarkily. You were about to get out of the door, but you couldn't help but tell her one last thing before you go,

"And before you call me a whore, make sure you're not one."

And you coolly went out of the door and walked away from them, leaving poor slutty Chaeyoung stunned.

TBC. 💜

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[stressedkitkatttt]

You’re Beautiful

Okay, so an Erick story wasn't even on my list to do, but this request is coming before any of the other stories. So first off, happy early birthday to your friend! Lucky duck, my birthday is still two months away... Secondly, this fic contains dark themes, such as mentions of rape and attempted suicide. If any of these things are triggering to you, or you can't handle these types of things, please do not read this story.

If you, or someone you know, has been through a traumatic event, is contemplating suicide, or anything of the sort, I recommend you check out this post here - Helplines. I want my viewers to know that I do care about you, even if we don't know each other. You all matter. I have been through some shit and I know how much it can mean for someone to just say that they care. I write stories to help deal with the stresses of life and to think that they may brighten some of your guy's day, it makes me even happier. You are all so strong and so beautiful.

Word Count: 3.1k (once I got into the feels, I stayed in the feels)

Warnings: the reader is a rape victim, reader has tried suicide(I don't go into detail about these things, but they are mentioned), PTSD/reader has nightmares, reader has a hard time accepting herself, Erick being a truly awesome human being, fluffy smut(it’s short but I hope the fluff makes up for it), I cried a little while writing this... I also got carried away but I am proud of it

Anon: Hi, can u make an Erick fanfic where the girl was a rape victim and she's like scared and self concouis, and then Erick help her. U know, something like a sweet fluffy smut. Its for a friend and her birthday is next week. Can u do it pls?.Ps Ilove u writing!😉❤️

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It's dark. The street lamps only light up so much of the street, and even less in the alleyways. You look around, seeing an empty street, a faint sound of a bass and music could be heard from a couple of blocks down. This place looks very familiar. You begin to walk down the sidewalk, towards the sound of the music, yet you soon notice that the sidewalk seems to stretch on and on. You continue to walk for what seems like hours and yet, the music stays the same distance, still faint and far away.

You try to move off of the sidewalk yet you can't, almost like an invisible force was keeping you there. As you continue to walk down the never-ending sidewalk, you pass the same alleyway that is pitch black, the light from the street lamps unable to penetrate the darkness after a certain point. The more you pass the alleyway, the more a growing fear settles beneath your skin. The feeling continues to grow, almost like you're being watched.

You keep walking, something compels you to look down the alleyways. At first, there was nothing but darkness in them. Then there was a faint silhouette that grew closer and closer to the entrance of the alley each time you passed it. You tried to turn around, to stop, to run, but you couldn't. You keep on walking, your heart is beating loudly and your fear clearly visible now. When arms as dark as onyx grab you and drag you into the dark abyss of the alley, you try to scream but nothing comes out.

You're slammed against a brick wall, knocking the wind from you, and you're stunned. Looking up, you catch a glimpse of the assailant. You could see his face clear as day despite the darkness. His dark eyes, his crinkled nose, his lips, which curled into a wicked grin as he held you down with ease. You try to call for help but his hand came down over your mouth, muffling any noise. You close your eyes as he slowly brings his head down and begins to whisper your name.

"Y/N. Y/N. Y/N!"

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You open your eyes and scream, looking around wildly as the alleyway and the man fade from your vision and are replaced by a mutely-toned bedroom, dimly lit by a bedside lamp. Your boyfriend, Erick, was next to you on the side of the bed, gently calling out your name.

"Turn on the lights!" You gasp out and Erick quickly gets out of bed and runs to the light switch, turning on the bright lights. You look around the room once more, pinching your arm just to be sure that this isn't a dream. You begin to shake and a rush of emotion crashes over you, making you curl up into yourself and cry. Erick comes back over and places himself beside you, making sure he's not on top of you.

He lets you cry it out, feeling helpless as he watches you go through another episode. He wants to hold you in his arms but he also knows that it could make your episode worse. Some time passes and you finally stop crying and shaking, taking deep breaths and looking up at Erick. You almost throw yourself at him and he holds you against him, letting you cry a little more as he gently rocks you. Soon, you're relaxed and breathing in his scent. You finally pull away and look him in the eyes.

"Erick, I'm so sorry about -" You try to apologize but he cuts you off.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He rests his forehead against yours, hands gently rubbing your back. You try to speak again but your voice fails you and you cough, the scream from earlier made your throat dry and raspy. "Want me to get you some water?" You nod and he gently lets you go, getting up and walking out into the hallway.

You grab some pillows and prop yourself up, thinking about the events still fresh in your mind. The man's face still haunted your vision years after the fact. Every time you closed your eyes, even to blink, you could still see his dark eyes and sick smile. It's crazy to think about how one person can ruin your life. Even though it happened a couple of years ago, the wounds are still fresh. And the PTSD nightmares seem to be like putting salt in the wounds like your mind doesn't want you to forget what happened. Though over the years you've been having fewer nightmares, it's something that will forever haunt you.

Your hand unconsciously runs up your wrist, feeling the scars, forever a reminder of the times you tried to end your pain. More tears prick your eyes just as Erick comes back with a glass of water. You take it from him and take small sips, the cold water feeling good against your throat. You place it on the nightstand when you're finished and you sit in silence with Erick. You scoot closer to him and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

In the silence, you're brought down memory lane to the first time you met Erick. After the incident, it left you feeling hollow and emotionless, pulling you into a deep depression that you thought nothing could pull you out. Your parents had finally convinced you to go outside, just down to a small cafe where your best friend since kindergarten worked. It was the first place, besides your home, where you felt semi-safe. Though it would be a while before you felt safe going out in public again alone, it was a step in the right direction.

You remember you were scrolling through your phone that faithful day, wrapped up in a blanket when movement in front of you caught your eye and your head snapped up. Your best friend was standing in front of the table with a green-eyed stranger. Your friend introduced you to Erick, and at first, you were a little panicked. He asked if he could sit down and you didn't reply. Eventually, you gave a little nod and he grabbed a chair, sitting across from you. You both were silent. You kept your head low but your eyes were trained on him like a hawk.

He began to tell you about himself and what he did, what his hobbies were, and some crazy stories he had from traveling with his buddies. It got to the point where you were actually looking forward to going to the cafe. Even if you didn't talk, you grew to love his stories, his voice was very soothing and it made you relax for the first time in years. You were sad when he wasn't at the cafe, but when he came back, he had a ton of new stories to tell you. Eventually, he was able to sit next to you, showing you some photos of the places he traveled and funny videos.

Then one day, he was sharing a story about him and his buddy Chris doing something stupid when you looked up at him. He was deep into his storytelling, which was normal for him, and didn't notice your stare for a few minutes. When he did, he looked at you with a brow raised.

"Y/N." Your voice was so quiet, but the slight movement of your lips told him you had said something. He looked at you in shock, and even your friend from behind the counter had whipped their head around like they somehow had super-hearing and heard what they thought was their imagination. In the year since he was first introduced to you, you had never spoken a word to him. You took a deep breath in and spoke a little more clear. "My name is Y/N."

He was shocked and didn't say anything for a minute. When he finally got snapped from his trance, he smiled and reached out a hand, "I'm Erick." You looked at his hand for moments, silently making him second guess his choice to do that, before you took your own hand and gently shook his. And that was the moment you had formally introduced yourself. You remember going home that day with a small smile on your lips and your parents had broken down crying. You began to get more and more comfortable with him. He made you feel like you again.

And the rest is history, leading up to where you are now, smiling, wrapped up in the arms of the man that saved you. Erick looks down and notices the smile on your lips, making him smile in return.

"What are you thinking about amor?" He asks, gently running a hand through your hair.

"Oh, you know... Just the first time we met." You reply. Saying that out loud made you realize that you never really told Erick about what happened. Your friend had filled Erick in on a vague description of, "She's been in an accident, so just go slow." You had eventually told him what that accident was, but now you figure that you've been together for a little over a year, he should at least know the truth. The whole truth.

"Hey Erick, I don't think I've ever said thank you."

"For what?" He sits up a little straighter.

"For everything. I don't think you realize how much you've helped me. I probably wouldn't be here because of you." He looks at you now. "I think... I'm ready to tell you what happened."

"You don't have to..." He trails off, a little unsure.

"I want to." He nods after a moment and gets himself comfortable. You take a deep breath and open up about the incident; telling him how you tried to kill yourself twice before you met him, and how the first time you had met him, you had made a pact to kill yourself by the end of the week. You tell him how in that first week, he, still a complete stranger to you, had changed your mind. He lifted you from this dark place your mind had gone to and helped you fight off your demons.

You explain how much he helped you and how you weren't the only one thankful for saving you, bringing up the memory of the first time you brought Erick to your family's house and how your mom had hugged him and cried, saying "Thank you" over and over. By the end of it, you could see his eyes glossing over and a few tears escape.

He suddenly looked up at you and pulled you in for a tight hug, whispering "I love you" over and over. Once he had calmed down, tiredness had both of you yawning every few seconds. "Let's get some sleep, yeah?" He said, and you nodded. Getting into some new clothes for the night, and turning off the lights, you lay down and Erick wraps his arms around you, making you feel safe and secure. Almost instantly, you both are asleep soundly.

~~~~~

Sun shines through the blinds, lighting up the mutely-toned room rather brightly. You can see the light coming through your eyelids and you groan in protest to the daylight, turning around and snuggling close to Erick's chest. He adjusts to the change in your position and snuggles closer to you. Though you were tired from last night's episode, and you're pretty sure Erick is as well, you know now that the light had been shined in your face, you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

Deciding to prolong the inevitable, you relax into Erick's embrace. You didn't have any more nightmares, and you think it's due to the fact that Erick never let you go from his embrace, not that you're gonna complain. Having no nightmares and getting to snuggle against someone you love? It's a shame you can't do it twenty-four seven.

Erick has yet to wake up and you slowly start to drift off when a pang from your bladder alerts you. You groan softly and open your eyes slowly. Looking up a little, you're met with Erick's peaceful face. Another pang reminds you and you'd hate to leave him. Slowly, you move his hands from around you and he shifts, getting comfortable again, still not awake. You quickly make your way to the bathroom and when you're finished, you walk back to the bed and sit down on the edge.

You reach a hand over and comb it through his dark hair, noticing a small curve of his lips. He opens his emerald eyes, practically glowing in the sunlight, and looks at you. You smile in return and notice when he shifts, there's a tent in his boxers. You raise a brow.

"Need any help with that?" You ask teasingly. He laughs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Only if you're comfortable amor..." He trails off. Another thing you fell in love with was that Erick never pushed you to do anything. If you felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable, he would stop whatever it was and calm you down. You get on the bed and crawl over to him, your body hovering slightly over his.

"I'm comfortable with it..." You look into his eyes before you slowly start leaning in, as did he. Your lips meet and it's a slow kiss, Erick's hand coming up to your face and cupping it gently. He slowly begins to sit up and he lays you down on the bed. Getting comfortable beside you, he makes a trail of kisses down to your neck and ghosts his lips over your sweet spot, making goosebumps rise and you giggle. "Erickkk," you draw out his name.

He smiles and his hands begin to wander down your body, to your wrists where his fingers run over the scars. Your breath gets shaky and you try not to squirm. You always get uncomfortable when people stare at you because they notice your scars. You've even gotten some dirty looks from people like they're judging you even if they've never met you. But when Erick looks at them, it's like he doesn't judge. He knows they're a part of you and he accepts it. But there's always that voice in the back of your head that, even though it's small, can drag you back down into a dark place.

Erick knows you well enough to know that you're getting slightly uncomfortable. He sits up on his knees and brings up your hands up to his lips and kisses your wrists, looking at you with so much adoration and love. "You know your scars don't bother me, mami."

You don't know how long it had taken you to get comfortable enough to show Erick your body. Long-sleeved shirts and hoodies were your best friends for the longest time. But now you're actually comfortable wearing a t-shirt around the apartment, though still a little too self-conscious to go out in public. All in good time. Look how far you've gotten come already.

Seeing Erick look at you with such a genuine look, you couldn't help your heart from melting a little. When you were with him, you felt on top of the world. He made you feel like you again. He didn't see your body's imperfections. To him, you were perfect, even if you yourself couldn't see it yet.

Erick takes his time and slowly undresses you, making sure to tell you how beautiful you were and placing kisses everywhere. Soon, you're both naked and he lets you relax for a minute, knowing you're a little stressed.

"O-okay Erick, I'm ready..." You tell him. He nods and gets in position. You give him the go-ahead once more and he captures your lips before pushing in. You suck in a breath he makes sure you're okay. Before you know it, he's bottomed out and pecking your lips, waiting for you to tell him to move. Taking a deep breath, you're ready and you tell him. He pulls up and looks at you before he moves his hips.

He pulls his hips back and pushes them back in, creating a slow-burning fire in your lower belly. Erick keeps eye contact until the pleasure gets to him, making him lean his head down. You like the slow pace, which allows you to feel him and the pleasure he's giving you. Your hand finds his hair and you gently tug, making him groan and moan your name in return.

"Feel good, mami?" He mumbles against your neck. You nod and slowly lift your hips to meet his, sending him a little deeper, and making you shutter. Before you know it, he's brought you to the edge, and you just need that little push, which you receive when he brings a hand down and rubs your nub twice and you're sent over. He follows you seconds after and rolls off of you, heading to the bathroom and grabbing a rag and cleaning up the mess and going to throw the rag.

You never thought you'd open up to anyone like this, but it's crazy to think how sometimes all it takes is one person. Erick has done so much for you that you don't think you'll ever be able to repay him. He comes back and gets under the covers with you, pulling himself close to you and you both settle down. You glance over at him and he has a big smile on his face.

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing, amor, it's just that you're so beautiful. And all mine. I'm so lucky." He adds, pecking your cheek.

"Actually, I think I'm the lucky one." He smiles even wider. "You've actually done so much for me Erick, I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you."

"Well, you don't have to. Being with you, being able to share my life with you, is more than enough for me."

"Even with all my problems and imperfections?"

"You're so beautiful and so perfect Y/N. And if I have to say it for the rest of my life to get you to realize it, I will." That made your head turn and you were a little shocked. You were both young, and marriage wasn't on your list of things to do, but the thought of spending the rest of your life with him made butterflies in your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. One look into his eyes and you know he means what he said. You feel tears prick your eyes and you lean into him, basically cuddling against him like a koala.

"I love you, Erick," you whisper.

"I love you too Y/N."

~~~~~

Taglist: @cracraforfandoms @kmsmedine @kikixfandoms  @xmaudjexo @richardscurls

[auroraawrites]

secret feelings (harry potter x reader)

gif not mine. all credit goes to the owner!

requested by anon: can you please write one about harry, how you guys are like besties and you get jealous of cho and harry but you don’t wanna speak about it since it’s not your place, so you start talking to other people instead and harry’s like ??? idk what i did but pls give me your attention HHAJSKSW

warnings: a little angst, but nothing else really

author’s note: to the anon that requested this, thank you so much for sending in your request! i hope you like it ♥ i changed the timelines for this a little bit i hope you don’t mind. it’s also a bit long so sorry about that i just got too excited [REPOST BECAUSE TUMBLR DECIDED TO DELETE THE ORIGINAL ARGH]

(everything on my blog is my own writing. please do not plagiarize my work nor repost it anywhere else without my permission. all rights reserved)

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flopping down into the armchair beside hermione, you let out a sigh of exasperation, a pout making its way on to your features, “you couldn’t imagine the earful i received from flitwick just now. honestly, you set a few things on fire and all of a sudden you’re a ‘danger to the classroom miss. y/l/n’,” you say, mimicking professor flitwick’s high squeak. hermione shot you a stare and you offered her a small shrug in return.

sitting up, you glanced around the gryffindor common room, the smile returning to your lips as you took in the festive atmosphere. it was almost christmas and the fire crackled impressively in its hearth as if to show off to the crowd of first years that sat in front of it. stockings adorned its mantle and fairy lights twinkled red, green, red, green all across the common room, their changing colours reflecting off the faces of the laughing students that sat below them. turning in your seat to get a better look around the room, the frown returned to your features once more as you failed to spot the head of messy black hair amongst the crowd.

still searching for harry, you tug at hermione’s sleeve, “where are harry and ron?”

“ron’s up in his dorm. apparently, he and-” the hitch in her voice caused you to turn around and your heart dropped at the sight of her pitying smile, “-cho chang got into an argument about quidditch and now he’s fuming upstairs.” she finished.

your heart gave a lurch. “and harry?” you asked, already knowing what she was going to say.

“i’m sorry y/n. he’s with cho in the room of requirements,” she said, reaching out a hand and placing it overtop of your own. hermione, like what seemed to be every other student at hogwarts but harry, knew about your crush on the boy who lived. unfortunately, it all seemed in vein considering how obsessed he was with cho chang, a pretty, black haired ravenclaw girl a year above them.

pulling your hand out of hermione’s grasp, you shook your head and stood up. tears stung at the corners of your eyes and you blinked them away angrily. this is ridiculous. if harry wanted to spend his time with cho chang then who were you to stop him? muttering a quick goodbye to hermione you rushed back out of the common room, not knowing where you were going but knowing that you just needed to get away.

striding through the hallways of the castle, you had no particular destination in mind but your body seemed to know where it was going. soon enough, you arrived at the door to the room of requirements, your steps slowing and dread building in your stomach. unknowingly, you were thinking so hard about harry and cho in the room of requirements, that it had presented itself to you. almost against you will, your hand raised, shaking slightly as it hovered above the door handle.

letting out a slow breath you slowly pushed the door open a crack, peering into the room, you heart pounding as you took in the almost empty room. there was harry and cho, standing in the middle of the room, kissing. harry’s hands were cupping cho’s face and she was pushing herself against him, the pair locked in a tight embrace.

it felt as though an arrow had been shot through your chest. your heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible force and suddenly it felt hard to breathe. making sure not to disturb the pair, you backed out of the room, the scene replaying itself over and over in your head as you made yourself back into the common room.

passing the concerned hermione with a shake of your head, you rushed up the stairs to your dorm and fell forwards into your bed with a small sob. harry had made his choice without even giving you a chance.

—

two weeks had passed since the fateful night that you caught harry and cho together, and you were determined to not let it get to you. anytime you saw harry in the hallways you pointedly walked the other way. hermione acted as your barrier between you and harry, pulling harry away from you if he got too near.

since then, you’d made the point to sit with dean and seamus during classes. they were quite fun and their constant jokes and arguments about quidditch made it easier for you to distract yourself from the situation at hand. sitting in charms beside the pair, you found yourself laughing at the mouse that dean had whizzing through the air. out of the corner of your eye, you noticed harry shoot you a desperate look trying to catch you eye, but you made the point to turn the opposite way towards the now howling pair of boys, a feeling of triumph coursing through your veins.

three more days had passed and if you were being honest, you missed harry. before all this, you had been the best of friends and without him, it felt as though you were constantly forgetting about something important. it had been hard, not running into him. he’d done his best effort to corner you alone but you always made the point to be with someone else and flee the moment you saw him coming down the hall. honestly, you knew you were being a little immature but the hurt and pain from what you had seen were still there and even though harry had stopped hanging around cho, it was a hard thing to forget.

humming, you ran your hand through your wet hair, breaking the knots as you made your way back to the gryffindor common room from the baths. it was the first time in weeks that you were walking back anywhere alone. you were almost at the portrait when suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an empty corridor, a yelp escaping your lips as you slammed into a hard chest, “wha-”

“i don’t know what i did but whatever it is, i’m sorry!” harry’s unmistakable voice echoed through the empty corridor and your heart gave a lurch at the sound. refusing to look him in the eye, you attempted to pass him, only to be pushed back into the wall, his arms placed on either side of your head, trapping you in.

“just talk to me! tell me what i did y/n!” his voice was growing more frustrated with every word.

suddenly it was like the dam you built against your feelings broke and all of the things you were trying not to think about rushed back into the forefront of your mind, “tell you what you did? really harry! as if i hadn’t made it obvious enough already! i like you, okay?” it was like a floodgate had opened and the words poured out of your mouth, “you know, for someone who’s supposed to be the chosen one you really are thick. i’ve liked you since first year but all you want to do is sneak around and snog cho chang!” tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared at him.

you could see the wheels turning in harry’s head as he finally made the connection between your odd behaviour and the kiss that you had witnessed. his face fell as he took in your tearful appearance and his arms moved from the sides of your head to pull you into him, “i’m so sorry y/n. you don’t have to believe me when i say that i - both cho chang and i - realized our mistake as soon as it had ended. she told me how she felt and i agreed. and the past few weeks with you and i not talking, i’ve realized how stupid i’ve been. i tried to tell you but you kept your distance really well,” a blush now filled your cheeks as you peered up at him. “i guess what i’m trying to say is y/n, will you consider giving me another chance?”

“yes,” you said, and stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips sweetly against his in answer.

[fueledbysprite]

abandoned wips masterlist

so not too long ago i did an insta poll asking if i should expose all my abandoned fic drafts cause i mean it’s not like theyre ever gonna see the light of day otherwise. i was going to do it when i hit 3k kudos on ao3 and i did so i suppose it has come time for me to expose my mistakes

for obvious reasons, don’t repost these (idk why anyone would lol) but if you really like one of these and want to see it continued, just hit up my ask box and i may or may not consider~

Miscellaneous Fandoms:

Ninjago: Zephyr - a Morro backstory fic bc the hageman bros refuse to feed me more content of my son. barely started it but yknow its there

Miraculous Ladybug/BoBoiBoy: this failed attempt at a fanginette fic bc @secretagentspydetectiveninja got me invested even tho writers block is a binch hahshs

BoBoiBoy:

kokotiam gang angst that reminded me i cannot for the life of me write emotional angst (or any angst for that matter oop)

ramenzo (and kaifang) angst that i churned out on a saturday afternoon on a writing spike instead of doing homework bc I Do Not Control the Writing Juice

au where bbb is a forest guardian(?) and fang just wants away from Society (same fang same) i will probably be yearning for woodland aus till the day i die bc who *doesnt* wanna ditch everything and go live in the middle of the woods amirite?

ramenzo n boifang water fight bc you cant convince me these idiots dont get up to ridiculous shenanigans on their downtime

abandoned draft for the sequel to the og ramenzo fic (dont bother reading it literally nothing happens i swear)

i literally don’t remember where i was going with this i think it was supposed to be fang introspection but idk??

uhh kaifang with ramenzo vibes i think this was gonna be? i genuinely don’t remember anymore oop-

RAMENZO IN QUARANTINE yes this one was regular au (i mean duh) and it’s a shame i never ended up finishing it-

i am actually goboifang t r a s h...until i realized im going to have to make all the food by myself and i never learned to make food :’)) (fr if anyone provides me with any kind of fanon gbf content i will love you forever pls)

this...exists even tho i honestly prefer it didnt but ramenzo is ramenzo n ramen has freckles i will fite u on this (dont read it pls)

if anyone wants ramenzo crumbs (and i mean that quite practically) then feel free to consume the Specks

dont read this pls im begging just dont lets yeet it into the void it doesnt exist~ I Do Not See It

update: i discovered this uhh kaifang post-bora ra incident thing in my other drive

Miraculous Ladybug:

okay forewarning there are wayyyy too many of these so im skipping the ones that are sequels/dependent on other fics for context just to spare myself from having to sort through this mountain

i was planning to participate in chlonath week 2k19 (unfortunately for chlonath nation I Do Not Control the Hyperfixation oop) if you want context then ask

marcnath crumbs thats it thats the doc

oh look allya is self projecting again (writing is still pain) (marcnath)

for the one who requested chloenette with the dialogue prompt i am so sorry

idk why this feels like something ive posted before but then again all lovesquare is the same to me (dead) so who knows im not gonna bother checking hshsh (marichat)

chlonath go to comic con or sth idk chloe is tsundere as always (or would have been anyway if i ever ended up Finishing this)

i *think* this was based on a @terrible-miraculous-ladybug-aus post but heck if i remember now- (lukanette??)

i have absolutely no recollection as to where i was going with this but if anyone finds the concept interesting then by all means go ahead n snatch it- (manon finds the miraculous i guess?)

this is a great. opening. to a chloe fic. that doesnt exist. oof :,)

caline bustier’s home for orphans amirite (i mean she basically already adopted the whole class so)

im genuinely not a fan of the jealous!lover trope but someone in the marcnath server wanted some at one point so i. attempted. and failed but you know thats to be expected at this point :’3

oh look allya is projecting her writing struggles onto marc again is anyone surprised?

theres probably a museum brotp story in here but it doesnt exist and at this point it never will rip

oh good lord not this again i genuinely managed to forget about it for a while until now-

i just read the first line and im already reeling what the heck is this nathanette(??)

WHY IS THERE MARICHAT IN MY WIP FOLDER WHAT

allya stop projecting onto emo weebs challenge failed

i really wanna know where the context for chlonath skiing trip came from i literally have 0 recollection of this at all??

YO I ACTUALLY REMEMBER THE CONTEXT FOR THIS ONE anyway nath n aroace!alix arranged marriage au anyone?? well too bad cause i abandoned it oop-

ahahahahahahaha wdym i wrote 7k of chlonath and then ditched it i would never do that lmao-

i think this was a hunger games au uh

something something marcnath

marcnath angst i guess? *allya pls stop trying to write angst we’ve already established that is not a thing you can do*

something something chlonath

im never gonna forgive @powerdragonmoon for the fact that i thought “beecock” while glancing over this to figure out wth was going on. cholaon works here too tho so that is what i shall call it //sideways glare at moon

take your otp. now put them on a trampoline. but heaven forbid you ever finish the fic- (chlonath if it wasnt obvious)

nathanette doll au from forever ago with @lotus-duckies that was a real concept its a shame i have 0 commitment

i wanna call this lukanathanette but i honestly don’t remember where i was going with it so idk

hi uhm what is this and why is it so depressing allya fr quit self projecting on emo tomatoes oml

chlonath established relationship i guess??

museum brotp go skating?? is that what this is?

how much chlonath do i hAVE also chloe u tsundere

nathaniel is Yearning n tbh i dont blame him cause same (ft. marc)

i could swear this was gonna be luklonath (chlolukanath??) but i wouldnt be able to remember-

if anyone can figure out what’s going on with marc pls tell me bc i dont-

cholaon but theres no context

Oh god im finally done good lord that’s all of em i hope i never have to look at a mlb doc again in my life anyway pls be grateful n enjoy the crumbs n stuff thanks i sacrificed my sanity for this-

[mya-rt]

*I merged all the asks from my inbox in this post. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please let me know if I made any mistakes with English!*

Anonymous said: Okay so your art is super gorgeous and i'm moved to tears but holy crap if your emma in the jar didn't stop my heart my mind went to places it shouldn't go amd it made me scared

Thank you and asjsgdjsk I’m so sorry !! I’ll try to draw more happy fanarts from now on lol these kids suffered enough... 

Anonymous said: Whats “fullscores”??????

It’s the main trio of TPN, Emma Norman and Ray. In Japan they are called “furusukoa gumi” and “Full Score Trio” is its translation. (Because they always get full scores on their tests) I often shorten it to fullscores, so whenever I’m typing fullscores I mean Emma Norman Ray. 

Anonymous said: Hey! Hey! You're a true goddess and people don't deserve you <3

Thank you so much for the compliment??? You’re so sweet? I really don’t deserve you too T_T

Anonymous said: Hi! Do you happen to have any kind of OC or persona? 

Yes!! She is my main OC, and her name is Shigeko Mizuyume ! I created her in 2012, and I’m still drawing her from time to time. My kids are growing up with me :’)

Anonymous said: Did you hear the promised Neverland theme on YouTube ? It also has ( what I think to be ) mama's tune at 3:21 ,I think

Yes I did !! I’m not sure about it but maybe? I think she sings the tune in the first episode, I should watch it again.

@sese-png:  Hello there ! I just want to say I like your art sooo much. It's so soft and cute ♡

Hello!! Thank you, it really means a lot to me 💖

Anonymous said: What is your promised neverland OTP?

Guess lol... Actually, my favorite TPN ship is fullscore trio (Emma / Norman / Ray) but it’s an OT3... If I had to choose between all the possible OTPs only, my pick would be raynorman / normanray

Anonymous said: What do you think of chapter 121?

Chapter 121 left me with mixed feelings because, like Emma, I did not approve of Norman’s doings / plans but everyone looked so happy... Also the fact that Posukasensei kept on hiding Ray’s faces made me worried... BUT EVERYONE WAS SO CUTE ESPECIALLY THAT SCENE WITH ALL THE KIDS JUMPING TO HUG NORMAN AND THE FULLSCORE TRIO SLEEPING... MY HEART... I’m still not accepting the fact that big Norman is Norman

@yukizono: Do you have a shop ?

I don’t have a shop but I’m selling TPN buttons ! It’s 10usd for the trio, including shipping. DM me if you are interested. I am planning to make keychains soon.

Anonymous said: A ray and an Emma please? Thank you

I tried... I hope it’s okay!

@enbybichihiro: is it ok if i repost ur sleepover art of some of the dr1 cast? w/ credit of course

Sure! Thank you for asking first

Anonymous said: Draw more raynorman pls

I will try to haha...

Anonymous said: how old are you? youre so talented!

I don’t like sharing my age but I’m above 20. Thank you :3c

[winnipegpatty]

to all the boys i’ve loved before [pt ii.] | s.m.

a/n: tumblr hates me, and deleted pt. ii. so here i am reposting. apparently this is just a thing that’s gonna happen with all my writing. cool. anyway, enjoy if you haven’t already read. reblog, like it, come talk to me about it. pls. i need validation. 

part i. part iii. 

I should probably consider going to a therapist. I must be insane. I had to be. This is only a thing a crazy person would do. Not only had I considered Shawn’s proposal over the last twenty four hours, I entertained the thought. A lot. If Gen was sure to be jealous of their relationship, maybe Josh would be too. And not that I wanted to date Josh or anything, it would be kind of nice to see him jealous over someone else liking me. And well, maybe fake dating Shawn wouldn’t be so bad. He was cute after all, and popular. He might teach me a thing or two about dating, of which I knew exactly...zero things. So really it didn’t seem so bad. It couldn’t really hurt, could it?

But considering Shawn’s idea and actually accepting it were two different games.

In my own land where I control the outcome of each of my decisions, can know exactly what everyone thinks or does around me, well this idea sounds amazing. But in the real world. The world where Gen hated me, and I had exactly one friend, and my eleven year old sister had a better social life than me. Well, that was different.

Yet somehow, sanity had gone out the window, and I found myself somewhere I never thought I would ever go. The school music hall. The place where Shawn practiced for theatre and choir ensemble pretty much every day. And yes, I realize that choir kids, aren’t usually that cool, right? It’s usually the jocks, right? Well this school was different. Or well, maybe Shawn was just different. He had a way about him. A commanding presence that made everyone look twice when he walked down the hall. So yes, he was the most popular senior in the school, despite only being a choir kid.

But what was I doing in the music hall exactly? Well that was a good question. I’ll be sure to let you know the answer when I figure out.

“Hey Mendes,” I heard myself shout over a particularly loud guitar riff he was showing off to his friends.

His fingers slipped to a stop. “What?” He asked as he looked towards me where I was walking up the stage steps.

I came face to face with Shawn Mendes yet again (this was quite possibly the most I’d ever seen of him in such a short period of time). “I’m in.” I said my voice surprisingly steady despite my pounding heart rate. Was I really getting into this with Shawn Fucking Mendes?

A slow smile crept onto Shawn’s face as he gently placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me. Yes, he kissed me. It was my second kiss with Shawn Mendes in less than twenty four hours.

What the fuck was this life?

When he finally pulled away, I took a small step back. I’m sure I looked shocked because honestly, you’re lying to yourself if you think you wouldn’t.

“Well, uh, I’m gonna go to Spanish now.”

I slowly backed away, fleeing the scene of the crime.

And that, my friends, was the beginning of a beautiful fake relationship.

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“Okay, first things first, we need rules.”

Shawn rolled his eyes from his place as the picnic table.

“You really know how to suck the fun out of a situation don’t you?”

“This is serious Shawn, we need to know where we stand on certain issues.”

Shawn tugged on the string of the pink hoodie he was currently wearing. “Okay, like what issues?”

“Well, for example. I don’t want to kiss you again.”

Shawn balked, thinking I couldn’t be serious. I was. “Who is going to believe that we are a couple if I can’t even kiss my girlfriend?”

I rolled my eyes, “Relationships are more than physical intimacy, Mendes.”

“Okay, but you kissed me first! And now you’re going to say you don’t want to kiss at all?”

He had a point, but that didn’t mean the request was any less valid. I wasn’t caving. “It’s not negotiable.” I set him with a stern looking, hoping it was clear that I meant business.

“Fine, but something else needs to happen then. People won’t buy it if I’m not allowed to touch you.” Shawn shrugged as if that were a no brainer.

“I see your point. How about this? You can...stick your hand in my back pocket?”

“My hand in your back pocket, what the hell is that, Y/N?”

“Sixteen Candles?”

Shawn rolled his neck to look at me, completely unimpressed with a blank face.

“It’s the opening image?” Nothing. This boy was giving me nothing. “It’s a couples thing!”

“Maybe in the 70s.”

“Sixteen Candles was the 80s!”

Shawn’s utter lack of knowledge of classical rom com literature was horrific. “Okay well first off, sixteen candles is going on the list because it’s a classic. I refuse to date someone so uncultured. Second, we can’t tell anyone about this relationship.”

“Duh, first rule of fight club,” Shawn rolled his eyes.

“What?”

“Are you serious?” Shawn leaned in to look closely at me, “You’ve never seen fight club?”

I shook my head before he responded, “Oh my god okay, write it down. Double feature. The Candles movie and then fight club.”

“Okay, fight club, sixteen candles, no snitching. Anything else?” See Shawn thought this idea was stupid, making rules and all, but clearly this was the important bedrock on which the entire fake relationship would sit upon. A solid foundation was important.

“I could,” Shawn’s face suddenly appeared calm, contemplative, “I could, um, write you songs, maybe? Like little lyrics?”

Songs? Lyrics? Shawn would write songs for his girlfriend? I’m not even sure I knew he wrote his own songs. Could this be more surreal? “You’d do that?” I asked softly, not wanting to get any thoughts in my head.

“Yeah, I mean, Gen was always begging me to do it. And I never did. So if I did that for you, it’d drive her crazy.”

Right. Gen, of course. “How romantic,” I cooed, dripping with sarcasm.

“Also, you have to come to all my concerts and performances and the parties.”

“Then you’ll have to pick up my sister and I and drive us to school everyday.” So that I don’t die.

“Okay, but you’re coming with me on the annual ski trip.”

The Ski Trip. That was the infamous overnight event where more couples were rumored to lose their virginity than Senior Week and Prom, combined. Any couple that meant anything in high school would be there together. I have never been. Obviously.

“Shawn, that’s like three months away. You really expect us to last that long?”

“Let’s just call it a contingency.” Shawn smirked, “Look no one in their right mind, would let their boyfriend go on that trip alone. It’d be social suicide. So, if we are still doing this by then, you have to go with me. No ifs ands or buts.”

I’m absolutely certain, that by the time the ski trip comes around in three months, Shawn Mendes will just be a page in the book of my own history book. And that is the only reason I say, “Okay. Deal.”

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“Come on, Sof, we’re gonna be late. Hurry up.”

It was October already. I’m not sure how it happened, but it had. And today was the day Shawn and I were going to put the contract into motion. Fake relationship-ing commences today.

“I’m so tired of taking the bus,” Sof complained as she ran down the stairs, “Can’t you just drive us again? This time without hitting people?”

“Actually.” The two of you slipped out the door, just as you heard Shawn honk the horn of his Jeep.

“Hey, y’all ready?” Shawn stuck his head out the window.

The shock on Sofia’s face was priceless. I stepped into the passenger side seat and Sofia stumbled into the back seat.

“Hey, little Y/N” Shawn turned towards Sofia, “What is that?” He motioned to her cup.

“This is horchata,” She said as if he were utterly helpless. Which to her defense, he basically is. “And my name is Sofia, my friends call me Sof. But you can call me Sofia.”

“Okay..” Shawn said turning to me, “She’s feisty.”

“So, how exactly do you know my sister again?” Sof asked.

Shawn laughed, “Well, I guess, I’m her boyfriend.” He sent a smile to me, and I rolled my eyes. “Can I have some of that?” He gestured again to the horchata.

“Sure,” Sofia responded, handing her cup over to Shawn. Shawn took a drink of the horchata and smiled.

“Oh, wow that is so good. What do I have to do, to get you to bring me one of these tomorrow?”

“You’re driving us again?”

Shawn nodded, “Yeah of course. It’s the boyfriend duty, I’ve been told.” Shawn winked at me, and I shrunk further into my seat.

“Okay!” Sof bounced, “You can call me Sof.”

Shawn leaned into my shoulder and whispered to me, “Progress.”

And this is what it was like to be dating Shawn Mendes apparently.

[stillwithkoo]

Kiss me, Heal me. 1

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, BTS x reader.

WC: 3k+

Summary: When Jungkook gets injured just before an important game, he sets out to find his soulmate to heal him. In a world where soulmates can heal all kinds of illnesses by kissing, he’s desperate to find his, even if he doesn’t know you yet. What happens if he does find you? Will you kiss a stranger who claims to be your soulmate?

tags: idiots and enemies to lovers, a lil slowburn, a bit of angst, soulmate culture, smut in the future.

pls don’t repost my fic anywhere, if i ever find out you stole my fic idea you’ll regret it. thanks :)

Jungkook’s luck seemed to have run out. He couldn’t believe he injured his leg just before an important game. The game that if he didn’t play, he could lose an opportunity for a scholarship and sponsors. He was careless and now he’s got nothing to blame but himself. He had to get stitches for it, and the doctor said he needs to let it heal for weeks. But, Jungkook doesn’t have the time to wait for that, so he’s made up his mind to find his soulmate. Even though the soulmate culture is kinda odd, he’s willing to put up with it if that means he would be healed.

His girlfriend would probably hate him for it but they weren’t working out like they used to anyway. they were fighting most days now, and he wasn’t really sure anymore if he still loves her or he just loves the idea of her.

So, tomorrow he’s gonna go to that Jay dope guy who’s an acquaintance of his best friend Namjoon. Joon said that his crack dealer looking acquaintance could help Jungkook find his soulmate. Says, he’s selling some kind of drink to help someone find their soulmate in a dream. It sounds crackheady already, but Jungkook’s lazy and doesn’t know how to find his soulmate, so he’s willing to try everything easy to find her.

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When Jungkook arrived at Jay Dope’s shop, albeit he had quite a hard time because of his leg, the first thing he noticed was the weird but sick figurines, the place looked hippy, but it smelled good. He was still waiting for this Jay Dope guy to show though, and he didn’t have to wait long as he appeared a few seconds coming from the back room.

“Hi, how may i help you?” The crack dealer looking guy said. “Uhh, my friend said I could buy a soulmate drink here?” Jungkook timidly said. “Oh, you’re looking for your soulmate…why? got sick of your girlfriend already?” Wtf. How did this guy even know he had a girlfriend? he’s such a creep.

“Um, how did you even know I had a girlfriend?” he asked, Jay dope just ignored his question. “I’m just gonna get it at the back, cos I keep it cool yk? in the fridge,” the weird guy said. He appeared a few seconds after. “That will be one happy memory please.” Jay dope says as he hands jungkook the drink. “Huh?” Jungkook asked. “You need to give me one of your happy memories, that’s the price I’m asking for the drink.” He said. Was he being serious right now? lmao, well if that’s really the payment he wants for the drink then so be it. “Uh, don’t you know it already? you seemed to know i have a girlfriend so-” Jungkook implied. “Well yes, but I need you to tell me and grant me permission to take it.” the guy said. “Oh, okay.” Jungkook agrees and tells the weird seller about that time when he got the scar on his left cheek, but he was still happy ‘cause he got to beat his older brother and won their bet. The winner would get to play on the computer all week.

Jungkook left the shop feeling a little disoriented, it seemed like he felt sad for some reason he didn’t know why? whatever, once he finds his soulmate, he’s sure he’ll be happy again. During the night, Jungkook took the drink out of his bag. He was gonna try and see if it was really effective, the can was color blue. And there were words written on it. They were: Good night, have a good dream. A dream is a wish your heart makes, whenever you’re fast asleep. You’ll find your soulmate, they will be the first person you’ll see.

What kind of crack is that? isn’t the 2nd line some lyrics from a disney song. fck, that drink better be real and effective though, because Jungkook’s head hurt after leaving that shop. He drank it and fell asleep soon after. And then he was dreaming, He was in their university, Having a class. But there was no one else, well except now. A girl just came in, she was kinda cute. Shit, is this what the drink’s talking about? Is she his soulmate? he went up to her and looked at her closely. he could see her face clearer now. Doe eyes and plump lips. Long lashes. A cute big nose just like his. But she doesn’t seem to notice him? he was quite frustrated. The classroom they were on was the room Jungkook used for his psychology class, so does it mean that they shared the same class too?

Well Jungkook was gonna find out soon anyway, tomorrow he’ll find you. Before the dream ended, you seem to have dropped your ID in the classroom and Jungkook saw your name. Y/N. great! if this isn’t some weird hallucination it’ll be easier to find you now.

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“Hyung, I hope this really works because I can’t wait to be able to walk properly again. I hate these crutches.” Jungkook whined.

“Well, did you find her? did the drink work I mean,” Namjoon asked, looking at his friend with concerned eyes. “Yes, I think it did. I saw a girl, her pretty features were so clear. her name’s Y/N and i think we share the same psychology class.”

“Wow. That shit hoseok gave you must’ve been some really expensive crack huh?” His bestfriend teased. “Hoseok? that’s Jay dope’s real name? whatever hyung, you were the one who recommended the guy to me in the 1st place. He seems legit though, even if he’s such a creep.” Jungkook retorted. “Anyway, I need to find y/n and if I’m correct she will be in our psychology class now. So, I’ll be going bye.” Jungkook said as he hopped away from his friend.

When he entered the classroom, the first thing his eyes focuses on is finding you. But maybe he was too early because you weren’t there yet. He was almost worried you were absent when he noticed your form entering the class, you took a seat in the middle and Jungkook decided he had to talk to you now. Seeing as the seat beside you was still empty, he went and sat next to you.

“Oh, i forgot to put some stuff there but my friend is coming, can you maybe transfer?” You said kindly to him, but immediately regretted it when you saw his injured leg. You just noticed it right now. “Um… It’s kind of hard for me to stand up right now, my leg’s kinda throbbing. Can I just sit next to you please?” Jungkook half lied, it was kinda true anyway his leg was being a pain in his dumb ass. “Oh, okay. I guess my friend can just sit at the back.” you meekly replied. “Y/N. your name’s y/n right?” He knows you? this popular jock knows you? “Yes, but how do you know me?” “I know you because I think you’re my soulmate.” He replied, shocking you. He must be joking right? how could you two be soulmates you both were so different? He was hot and you weren’t really that hot.

“Are you pranking me or something? cause I don’t have time for your jokes right now, mr.soccer player.” You retorted. “I’m not y/n, you need to believe me. I drank a soulmate finding drink and I dreamt about you. And I didn’t even know you, I didn’t even realize we shared the same class until today.” Well, at least he looked sincere when he confessed that to you. “Well, why did you want to find me anyway?” You asked. “Because I kinda wanna ask you for a favor. It’s about my leg…”

Is he gonna say what you think he’s gonna say, because you feel uncomfortable already. “Can you kiss me to heal me? I really need your help baby. I can’t afford to miss the game, my scholarship (and sponsors- but he didn’t say it) is on the line, my life depends on it. Please y/n…?” He pleaded. damn, you hate those big beautiful doe eyes- they were staring right through your soul. It didn’t help that he was so close to you now, you could smell his sweet scent, and you can’t deny how handsomer he is up close.

“Don’t call me baby, cause I’m not your baby.” You said though the pet name made your heart skip a little. “And don’t you have a girlfriend? what is she gonna feel when she finds out your kissing other girls? Also, I don’t even know you and I sure as hell won’t kiss a stranger. What if you just want to get in my pants? What if you’re a horny fck boy?” You said to him. “You say you don’t know me, but you knew I had a girlfriend? how did you know that then? were you interested in me?” He says and you’re completely caught off guard.

“As if. My friend told me, she likes to gossip about people.” you replied. “Well, Why don’t we get to know each other? Hi, my name’s Jeon Jungkook and I’m a soccer player. My girlfriend and I are having a rough time right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m a fckboy looking for chicks to pick up.” He says smiling stupidly at you. You already hate his smile.

“Hello, Jungkook. I’m y/n and I actually don’t fucking care. I’m sure you can wait a few weeks for your leg to heal, because I sure as hell won’t be kissing you.” You snapped at him. “Wtf. C'mon y/n don’t you have a heart? I could lose a scholarship opportunity here, If you help me, promise I’ll help you back when you’re sick. Namjoon even said that a soulmate’s kiss doesn’t only have amazing healing properties, but also luck.” He begged. Luck? well if that means winning the lottery, you could use some of that. You were broke too. anyway wasn’t he rich? why did he need a scholarship then?

“I need the scholarship cause my parents won’t pay for my tuition anymore. They didn’t like that I played soccer. They said I should’ve focused more on my education. But, I wanna play it’s my dream you know?” He said sadly, he looked so cute with a pout on his handsome face. And you were starting to get him. You wanna follow your dreams too, If you had one- because right now you didn’t even know what’s going on with your life.

“If I agree to help you, What about your girlfriend? Wait- why can’t we take a blood transfusion instead? I heard it has the same healing effect.” You suggested. “B-Blood transfusion? Idk, that seems more exhausting to me. What if you’re not healthy enough for a blood transfusion? And It would take up quite a lot of blood too. Doesn’t kissing seem a better option? I won’t owe you more?” He persuaded.

“I’m not really that comfortable with kissing you while you have a girlfriend, Jungkook. And maybe even if you didn’t have one too.” You confessed honestly. “I don’t wanna take advantage on you too, Y/N. But, I’m kinda afraid of needles and blood…” Oh. So that’s why he doesn’t wanna do a blood transfusion.

“Well, what are we gonna do? I wanna help you but idk if I can.” You sighed. “You’re really gonna help me now? that’s so great y/n! I could kiss you- oh. lol.” he squealed.

“You should just kiss him, you lucky whore.” A voice familiar to you said, it was from behind you. “Wtf Charlie? why are you eavesdropping on a personal conversation?” You glared at her. “Well, you two weren’t really being quiet about it, the whole class could hear you if they wanted too. Also, I’m just proving a point. Why don’t you just kiss mr. handsome here? It’s a win-win situation. He gets healed, and you both get your luck. Why are you hesitating so much anyway? You like kissing. Scratch that- you get off to it, it’s kinda your kink. Maybe because you’ve never been k-” You Interrupted her before she could say something even worse.

“Charlie you need to shut the fck up, before I fcking lose it and murder you right now.” You warned your friend looking at her right in the eye, You were annoyed at her talkativeness. “You have a kiss kink?” Jungkook’s cute dumb ass asked, you felt really embarrassed now. “No, I don’t. She’s just lying cause she wants me to make out with you and tell her the details after.” You lied, well half lied cause Charlie would probably want you to tell her the details after smooching with someone hot.

“I am not lying. Believe me soccer player, she’d die to kiss someone hot like you.” Charlie then winked at your hot soulmate. “That’s it. I’m sure you don’t mind if I tell yoongi you have a crush on him right now, I’m really gonna get up and talk to him now-” You stand up, moving as if to go to min yoongi’s whereabouts which you actually didn’t know. All you know was that he was a music major and he seemed cold to people in a hot kinda way, or more like hot for your friend kinda way.

“No! y/n wait please I’m so sorry! you’re a virgin and you’re lesbian. Sorry kook, I was lying.” She screamed. You sat back down, “Yeah, you better shut that mouth if you don’t want yoongi to know.” You smirked evilly at your friend. She just nodded submissively. “Um, y/n about us kissing? I could just tell my girlfriend and if she allows me, will you do it?” Jungkook said, you almost forgot about him. “Fine, but let me think about it for a bit too. (it’ll be my first kiss you know, she said in her head) If I do it, you’re really gonna owe me big time. And I’m not joking when I say I want a lifetime supply of Banana sundaes. At my fave icecream shop okay?”

“Sure. I’m a fan of sweet things too you know?” He said, you just smiled at him. We must really be soulmates then. The bell rang just then, your professor was absent but she left some activity for you guys to do, so that’s why you were able to converse freely and for a long time.

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To Babe 💓: 7:30

baby, can we talk?

To Jungkook 💟: 7:35

baby idk im kinda busy and going thru a lot right now maybe later?

To Babe 💓: 7:36

but baby it’s important, it’s about my injured leg.

To Jungkook 💟: 7:37

omg baby i forgot u were hurt. are you feeling better now? I wish i could kiss it better but I’m just too busy.

To Babe 💓: 7:38

I’m not. that’s why I’m asking you something that can help to make it better.

To Jungkook 💟: 7:39

Well what is it love?

To Babe 💓: 7:40

I found my soulmate… and you do know that I have to kiss her to heal me right? So I’m asking if you’re okay with it, it’s for my scholarship babe and sponsors I really need them.

To Jungkook 💟: 7:42

Wow. Why didn’t you tell me right away then? Fine, I’m letting you fool around with her just one time. And on one condition.

To Babe 💓: 7:43

You’re always busy that’s why i couldn’t tell you. And it’s not fooling around I’m just gonna kiss her a bit, you know how magical but crazy the soulmate bond works. What’s your condition though?

To Jungkook 💟: 7:45

Don’t ever fall in love with her.

To Babe 💓: 7:46

Of course, that’s not gonna happen.

To Jungkook 💟: 7:47

Well you better make sure it doesn’t. i gtg. love u tho 💋

To Babe 💓: 7:48

bye love u 2 ♥️

Well now that my girlfriend’s agreed, I gotta let y/n know so we could get on with it right away. I wanna be able to join our practices again and prepare for the game, it’s in 2 weeks. I still need to convince y/n more though, maybe I could ask her to eat icecream with me at her favourite place? yes, mayhaps that would work. I’m gonna text her since we had exchanged numbers before going home after that class the other day.

Jungkook: 8:15 pm

Y/N, guess what? she agreed. she’s okay with us kissing to heal me.

Y/N: 8:17

wow…that’s cool, i guess…so we’re really doing it then?

Jungkook: 8:18

of course! i mean u want to right? I was gonna ask you to eat with me at your favorite ice cream shop. You can order everything you like. u can bring charlie too if u want.

Y/N: 8:19

Wow kook, that’d be awesome. Idk if i’ll bring her tho, she has the tendency to babble a lot 😪

Jungkook: 8:20

So u’re going? yey. let’s meet up tomorrow. I can’t wait to kiss you. I mean- to heal my leg! hehe

Y/N: 8:21

oh okay hehe. sure let’s meet up at noon and discuss when to do it ughhhh.

Jungkook: 8:22

well see u tom! kooknyt

Y/N: 8:23

kooknyt too i guess shsh rest ur foot well!

Jungkook: 8:24

thanks! i will

it’s funny but you couldn’t help that you kinda cared about your soulmate, he was cute and kind. And you did really want his leg to get better. You’re just anxious that you have to kiss him to do it. And you will have to get over it soon, because you need to help him. Hopefully things will turn out fine, and after this, your life will be the same old boring shit that it was- just like before.

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