#i’m so embarrassed like how do u manage to accidentally delete…

[what-the--curtains]

In A Week

Part 4/4 - This Feeling

(Frankie Morales x f!reader)

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Summary: With the wedding day finally here will your true feeling be revealed or will you leave the way you started? As nothing more than strangers.

Authors Notes: THE FINALE (for now??), this story was so nice to write and all y’all r angels for just reading it let alone liking/sharing it (really i could cry💕🌻💕) so thank you🥺🥺

Song used in Story: This feeling - Alabama Shakes (highly rec u listen!!)

Tw: swearing, drinking, allusions to sex and past toxic relationships.

Tagged: @agingerindenial @icanbeyourjedi

Words: 2.0k

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Day 5

A thunk followed by the unmistakable beeping of the snowplows working hard at clearing away the snow from the roads and parking lots wake you. You let out a disappointed sigh when you notice the distinct lack of Frankie beneath you. Almost as if on cue he walks in with a bottle of champagne, orange juice and two glasses.

“Are you ready to get wasted?” he says, as you shift up in bed.

“On one condition.” you offer smacking your lips mouth tasting like morning.

“Which is?” He asks, tilting his head.

“We get fully dressed up for this wedding. I didn't spend hours contemplating outfits to not put one on.” you barter, prepared to fight with him to get what you wanted.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, much to your surprise “that tux was not cheap, and it was supposed to be back two days ago, so not getting that deposit back. Should we call the brides to be before we start drinking?”

“Probably a good call,” After multiple phone calls and various congratulations you found out they were going to be live streaming the ceremony for all the people stranded by the storm. You and Frankie have a lazy morning before it's finally time to get ready, you stand up swaying slightly from the few drinks you'd already downed. Frankie takes the suit into the bathroom giving you the room to change and to do your hair and makeup. You go to pull out your dress and as you do the lingerie you’d packed falls out onto the floor. Your heart drops for a moment before deciding to put it on, not for Jonathan, or even Frankie, but for yourself. You pull on the light pink velvet mini dress you’d settled on, and sling on the black open toe heels. Walking into the kitchen you pour yourself a glass of wine. You hear him clear his throat and you turn around. You're taken aback by how well Frankie cleaned up, no hat, hair styled and a perfectly fitted suit.

When Frankie enters the room, he stops in his tracks, continuing to stare when you turn to face him. If this had been at the wedding, he’s sure he’d have picked you out of the crowd instantly. He’d probably have spent the whole night hoping you'd talk to him only getting upset when you didn't even give him a second glance.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asks, breaking the silence first, beyond pleased at how he’d managed to impress you.

“Something like that” you offer, handing him a beer

“Well, we’re in luck because I was specifically told to provide drinking games for the reception, so” he says pulling out some red solo cups and ping pong balls from his bag.

“Who's bad with their hands now” he asks as he sinks another cup, winning 4 consecutive games.

“No fair! You’re cheating.” you say with a humph.

“I'm not, your technique’s just sloppy and lacking strategy” He mocks.

“I have a strategy” You state defensively, mouth open in faux anger.

“Flashing yourself in an attempt to distract me, isn't a strategy” he says licking his lips as his smile turns into a full blown smirk

“Excuse me.” you say, crossing your arms over your chest shifting your stance and arching an eyebrow, challenging him.

“Oh I'm sorry, is that not what you're doing?” he chides, smirk still prominent.

“Well it use to work” you mutter, embarrassed at having been called out

“Ya on idiots who can't control themselves come here, I'll show you to sink it everytime,” you walk over and he positions himself behind you, he's close enough that you can feel his chest heaving slowly behind you.

“Relax your arms” he says, shaking them out for you. “Okay this arm, drop it, keep it relaxed, only use it for balance if needed. This arm..” he says grabbing your wrist “ this is where the action is, alright keep your elbow locked, none of that wobbly shit I saw earlier. It's all about the flick and the follow through, keep it strong.” He watches as you repeat the motions without his hand guiding you and it goes in. You turn around and lift your arms up victoriously, they quickly find their way around Frankies neck and he lifts you up off the ground, faces dangerously close when he puts you back down on the ground.

“We should order a pizza, I think some places are open” you say quickly turning to your phone and ordering something from wherever it was open.

After watching the ceremony, you're sitting on the counter laughing as Frankie proves to you he can in fact eat an entire piece of pizza in three bites.

“Told you” he says

“Well consider me out witted” your phone beeps, you turn it over assuming its Stella or Santi or Gen but it's not. It's John the second you see his name pop up on your phone your stomach drops. Frankie sees the change in your demeanour, everything about you suddenly appearing small. Frankie grabs the phone from your hands “I swore an oath to prevent shitty guys from ruining the party tonight”

“How did you…? Whose orders? Did Santi tell you?”

“Maybe. Holy ….” Frankie says eyes wide when he accidentally sees the message that has been sent to you.

“What?” you ask, afraid at what he’d just seen.

“Nothing!” he lies, shaking his head blinking hard to get the image out of his head.

“Now you have to tell me!” you say hopping off from the counter and making your way towards him. Reaching for the phone which he's holding over his head. Your place you hand on his shoulder trying to balance yourself as you make another grab for it, but you're not even close. You plant a kiss on his cheek causing his arm to drop immediately allowing you to grab the phone.

“Ha!” you say, failing to notice the dejected look on Frankie's face.

You’re walking towards the counter to reply when something comes over you, maybe it was the way Frankie had made you feel these last few days, maybe it was finally coming to your senses, but you turn back to face him. You stare up at Frankie whose eyes are on the ceiling.

“Can you delete him, from all my shit, and block the number” you ask, offering him your phone.

“Really?” Frankie says

“Ya I can't do it but I want it done,” you say, pushing the phone towards him, more vigorously this time.

“Well it'd be my pleasure, guy sounds like a dick,” he says, taking the phone from you and scrolling through wiping away any remnants of the dude.

“Thanks” you say as he hands the phone back to you.

“What did you see in him? Well actually based on the photo he sent maybe I understand,” he murmurs.

“Francisco Morales” you say, mouth agape.

“I'm not the one who sent it!” he says lifting his hands up in defense.

“You wanna dance?’ he asks “I got the playlist from Pope, may as well have some fun, really forget about Jackson.”

“Jo.. you know it doesn't matter and you’re right,” the both of you dance like idiots for a while, twirling around the room in an embarrassingly cliche way that would be better suited to a John Hughes movie than a makeshift wedding reception. As the next song begins, the slow pacing shifts the tone.

I just kept hoping, I just kept hoping

The way would become clear

You stop your dancing, as does Frankie and a dread akin to that of being at your first middle school dance wondering if you'll be asked to dance or not comes over you. You both stare at each other for a second before Frankie offers you his hand, if he was waiting for a moment, this was it.

I spent all this time

Tryna play nice and fight my way here

See, I've been having me a real hard time

But it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright

He pulls you into him and you sway in time to the music. One hand on your lower back, the other one holding your hand as you rest your head against his shoulder. His thumb gently rubs over yours. The sensation comforts you causing a wave of relief which causes your eyes to water.

So, I just kept dreaming, yeah, I just kept dreamin'

It wasn't very hard

I spent all this time

Tryna figure out why

Nobody on my side

“You okay?” he asks, hearing you sniffle, you nod looking up at him and he briefly untangles his hand from yours to wipe away the tear that had fallen

“I'm sorry, if I...” he starts softly, thumb tracing gently over your cheekbone.

“No, it's not you, well it is, but it's not bad” you offer, satisfied with the response he takes your hand in his again and continues swaying.

See, I've been having me a real good time

And it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright

So please, don't take my feelings

I have found at last

So please, don't take my feelings

I have found at last

Yeah, if I wanted to, I'd be alright

“why'd you decide to delete him” Frankie whispers, barely audible

“Moment of clarity I suppose” you say into his shoulder.

“Which was?” he presses, not looking down to you.

“Just realized how I could have been being treated in a relationship.”

“Should have been being treated,” Frankie corrects.

“I can't believe I let him do that to me for so long, im so stupid” you mutter

“Blames not on you, blames on him for not realizing what he had, seriously if I had you id….” he stops himself not wanting to take advantage of a vulnerable situation.

So I just kept going, I just kept going

And hoping I'm growing near

Well this good and fine, I spent all this time

Tryna find my way here

And I've been having me a real fun time

And it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright

“You’d what” you ask, having mustered up enough courage to finally find out if what you were feeling was reciprocated.

“Id never let you go, at least i'd do everything in my power to make sure you’d want to stay with me”

Please, don't take this feeling

I have found at last

You reach your hands up to his face and pull it down to meet yours, lips colliding for the first time, but the sensation washing over you felt familiar. It felt like you’d finally come home.

Please, don't take my feeling

I have found at last

He slowly moves the two of you back towards the bed never departing from your lips for more than a moment.

“You uh..you sure you want to do this,” he asks, as you run your hands up and down his back.

“Ya, you?” you question looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yes, absolutely.”

If I wanted to, I'd be alright

Yeah, if I wanted to, I'd be alright

The sun from the blinds that had been accidentally left open seeps into the room. The warmth hitting your naked shoulder. You smile when you look down to see Frankies arm wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Well my long con worked, I finally got the side of the bed I wanted,” you tease.

“Mmm” he says as you shift round to come face to face with him kissing his nose. His eyes flutter awake and he smiles, kissing you on the forehead as you snuggle into his chest for a moment before moving to get ready for the day. His arms tighten around you trapping you against him.

“Frankie, we have to get moving” you giggle.

“Nope, I was serious last night. I'm not planning on letting you go”

“So I’m trapped here forever?” you laugh

“Would that be so bad?” he wonders, and you settle back into him knowing that nothing would be better than spending the rest of your days here with him.

[parkjess]

hi im not sure if u have any rules for requests like what u are not comfortable with writing etc but i was thinking of a fwb imagine with either rocky or bin & then them catching feelings? some angst would be good if u can!!

Hi! Thank you for requesting!🥰

I *do not* write smuts or something of this kind, so I’m not gonna detail any 18+ content.

Word count: 2,253 

Genre: fluff, angst, mentions of ‘last night’.

Saturday morning, you open your eyes due to the sunlight interrupting your dream, making you whine quietly, and turn around in bed. Woah, what the hell!

It was a male figure laying next to you, your body only covered with a thin blanket that doesn’t seem familiar at all, you furrow your brows when you open your eyes wide, slightly confused about why you slept in a foreign bedroom.

Grabbing the phone that fortunately was above your head on the night stand, your hand accidentally touching a clothing piece, it’s your bra. Was I drunk last night? Oh! You remembered all of the sudden when you read the last text messages in your chat with your friend, Minhyuk.

Looking back at the exposed muscular body of the guy who just turned around. Oh my god, it’s really him.

No it can’t be, Moonbin told me that this would happen but I was too naive thinking I won’t fall into Minhyuk’s bed when I’ll be just a bit drunk. It seems like he was drunk too, what if he planned it all? Or worse, what if I agreed?

“Good morning,” His crispy morning voice is stopping you from getting off the bed, you turn your head to him as he stretches his arms to the side, a smirk appears on his bare face. -“Minhyuk... how much did we drink last night?” You ask straight forward, not even replying with a ‘good morning’. “Not much though, wait, you don’t remember?” He asks and pushes himself up with his elbows on each side of his body. -“Were we...?” You tried to make it less awkward, hoping he’d say ‘Don’t worry, nothing happened’ but instead he says, “well yeah, you kinda asked for it.” I did what?!

“Do you want coffee?” He says when he comes back to his bedroom after washing up, peeking from the door as you yell at him since you just got up from bed, putting on your white t-shirt that was laying on the floor the whole night. -“Park Minhyuk!” He immediately covered his eyes with his hand, sighing. “You scared me! ya~ it’s nothing that I haven’t seen already...” you could hear his smile while he spoke. The fact that you’re sleeping with your best friend kinda bothers you now, and you can’t realize why you agreed to do it in the first place.

-“Yeah, I would like to have some coffee, thanks...” you say after shutting the closet door, touching your forehead to check the temperature of your body. “Are you feeling well?” He comes up to you, does the same to your forehead. Well he can be a softie too when he wants.

His eyes shine once he places his hand on your head, glancing at your face for a moment but quickly looks away. “I think you’re okay. Let’s eat something.” He finally says and you head to wash up first.

-“Minhyuk?” You call him from inside the bathroom when you get out of the shower. Flashbacks of the last time you called his name like that was last night, when he hovered you with his body. -“Hehe, I- have no clothes, can you borrow me a shirt of yours?” An awkward giggle left your lips, not used to this feeling with him.

Minhyuk came back to you with a pair of his boxers and a large shirt that will probably cover your thighs enough, handing them to you. “Don’t be embarrassed, you did worse things last night.” Leaving a laugh at the end so you’ll understand he was sarcastic. He does that again, reminding me last night, when all I can remember is his kisses, gosh it was heavenly.

Whatever, you thought as you put on the clothes he gave you, heading to the kitchen right after. Minhyuk’s eyes landed on you wearing his shirt as a mini dress, scanning your body with shiny eyes and a little smile plastered on his face, his hand holding a cup of coffee he doesn’t even like but needs, other arm holding him up the counter as he takes a sip.

You open the fridge after ignoring the staring contest he made with your body, looking for something to eat. -“Eggs?” You grab the egg carton and turn to ask your friend. “Yep.” He answers shortly.

Though it was his place, he didn’t even asked if you need help, just sat on the high bar chair, enjoying the cold drink and the view of you cooking. Meanwhile you only hoped he won’t say anything more about what happened last night, since it was too quiet.

“You’re really good at this.” He speaks up while your back is facing him, pouring the eggs into a pan. That sounds familiar to you. He said the same thing last night, Holy Cr-

“Cooking, I mean.” Minhyuk fixes before you even say anything, it’s like he heard your mind. -“Min, you really call THIS cooking?” You reply, his face lightened up the moment you called him by a short nickname, something you never did, but it came out natural for you, unlike for him, it made his heart twitch a bit.

Breakfast is ready so you grabbed a tray and put everything on it to make it easier to carry it over to the table, when you put it down, you were just about to turn around but MInhyuk’s taller figure blocked your way. -“What the hell Minhyuk?” You yell as you jumped slightly, slowly walking backwards as he leads you to do so. Gosh that face, no wonder I wanted him- No No No what am I thinking? You shook your head at your thoughts.

-“The food is going to cool down.” You managed to say though the body that locked you on a wall behind couldn’t make you say a lot, trying to look away from him, which was a fail or change a topic and not fall into his charm again.

-“Minhyuk, the food.” You stopped him by placing your hand on his chest, another flashback to last night hits you. “Please... you had something in your eye.” He says and opens your eye with his fingers gently, -“Did you have to do it so dramatically?” You say and push him away to the side, gently.

-“Since when are we like this?” You ask, taking a bite from a piece of bread. “Like this, how?” He asks naively. You sigh while rolling your eyes, which made him giggle and almost choke on his coffee. -“You know how, that ‘friends with benefits’ thing...” “it seems like you don’t enjoy this title.” -“I don’t- I mean, I like being your friend, but not any more than that. Ugh, why does it have to sound so wrong!” You could notice his smile disappearing within’ seconds when you had those words said out loud, especially when you were the one who brought that idea in the first place.

“It’s okay, I get it.” He says and takes a bite from the omelette you made, and since then, there wasn’t a word spoken until you both finished eating.

His feelings hurt, because of you. Because you didn’t want him more than a friend.

After a couple of hours, you sat on the floor, still in his apartment, watching a k-drama you just started. It’s been a while of silence today, not much speaking, not much eye contact between the two of you. Yet, you assumed he was just busy and not with the broken heart he had.

Suddenly, a bag landed on the table in front of you, lifting your head, seeing his furrowed brows, he looks pissed, not even smiling when he looks at you.

“Please leave.” He finally says, is that a command? -“Minhyuk... wha-“ you place a hand on the table to support yourself as you stand up. You take another look at the bag, realizing he was busy doing laundry to the clothes you wore yesterday, and now he’s handing them back to you. His glance is locked with yours, staring into your soul through the eyes.

“Just go.” He says coldly, yet his eyes stare at you like he wants to kiss you and keep you close. You say nothing but take the bag and walk towards the door, something stops you. -“Seriously Minhyuk?” His name, you love saying it out loud. He just turns around and says nothing, hands in his pockets, standing still. -“Can I at least change?” You point at the bag, still wearing his clothes. “You can keep it.” He only replies, waiting for you to leave.

The door was shut close behind you, not even looking back. You couldn’t see him but all he did once you left his apartment was throwing himself on the bed you two shared last night, staring at the ceiling, sighing heavily as memories ran in his mind. He loves you. Only realizing it this morning, not something specific but all of you that made his heart flutter for the first time, something he never felt with you.

His heart was beating faster every time your figure appeared in his thoughts, his fingers playing with the necklace you gave him. His lungs wanting to scream for you to come back, but he stays still in his bed.

After a while of thinking about you, of where you are at the moment, wondering what you’re doing and with who, he grabbed his phone, sitting straight, entering the message box, hoping you had texted him. But you didn’t have a reason to do so, he’s the one who asked you to leave.

Gosh! Y/n...

He started typing.

Come back.

But immediately deleted it, letter by letter.

He hoped his thumb will slip “accidentally” on the send button, but it didn’t happen.

‘I see you’re typing, idiot.”

Suddenly, your message popped, making his heart race fast again.

Idiot? He thought to himself... aish, this girl allows herself to be that rude. He’s not sure what he should to write back.

Come back.

You forgot your belt here.

What the heck, you thought.

‘I’m on my way home, I’ll take it tomorrow.’ You replied, although you can’t hear text messages, but this conversation sounds cold, unlike your other conversations.

Once you sent this message, he logged out and you noticed the bus you were taking home, didn’t move for a while now. You stood up to see what’s going on, seeing the traffic caused by a car accident like 1000 miles away, and it’s getting dark already.

‘You know what? Maybe I will come take it now.’ You asked the bus driver to open the bus doors for you and got out, walking back to Minhyuk’s place since you weren’t that far from there.

Message unread.

Still unread.

He was taking a shower to relax, you are now by his house, and it’s already dark, only little shades of light remaining.

Grabbing some clothes to put on, and a towel on his shoulder, hair wet, leaving a trail of water drops wherever he walks to.

A knock on the door, you’re here.

“Minhyu-“ he opens the door as you call out his name, his breathing became short as soon as his eyes met yours, the hand that was rubbing the towel against his hair stopped its movements. He says nothing but looks at you with eyes widen and little starts in it.

Without you being able to completely say his name, your neck is pulled slightly by his two hands cupping your face, doing a step closer to you as he tilts his head to kiss your lips, oh so slowly, so gently. The whole scene seemed to you like a movie scene, especially when you felt everything moving so slow, your thoughts, his moves, except for one thing; his heartbeat that could be heard from miles away.

This taste reminds you of last night, yet much sweeter. It was chaste, pure, such as his heart. Which was still broken but with every second your lips are connected, it was healing slowly, as if you were picking up the pieces of it.

It was different from everything you had until now, yesterday he didn’t stop smiling while kissing you. at the moment, Minhyuk is focused on telling you how he feels by this infinite kiss. And then he pulls away.

Both of you open your eyes, his hands move from your neck to your hands, holding them tightly while staring into your eyes. You can still feel the taste of his lips on yours, the sweetest.

“You came back.”

-“I did because of the bel-“

“Don’t you dare to say anything about the belt.” He knew you too well, and the fact that when you’re embarrassed you try to talk about something else. -“Actually I have nothing to say.” You say, intertwining your fingers together.

“I do,” he whispers, closing the door that was open all this time.

-“Do this again.” You ask, almost begging.

“I- what?” He stops when you ask him to kiss you again.

You sigh and pull him closer, locking your lips together for another chaste kiss, shorter this time.

“You know there is no belt right? You wore a skirt yesterday.” He giggles after pulling away, forehead touching yours.

-“Really? Well... at least I didn’t come back for nothing.” Both of you chuckle, can’t wait to feel his lips again, so he doesn’t let you wait any longer.

“I love you.” He says after pulling away for the last time.

[thetwoplayergays]

Prompt: Jeremy kissed/made out with Brooke and Chloe when he was squiped and now Michael is embarrassed because he hasn't kissed anyone yet. And so he looks "how to kiss" in wikihow, doesn't delete the history and Jeremy finds out. (The part of searching it in wikihow it's meh, I just want Jeremy to find out and be like "dude, you don't have to worry. I'm sure you kiss alright) and then they kiss. Ahhhh, I'd love you even more if you do it.

Sorry it took so long (._.) Here you go;; Thank you for the prompt!

“Hey dude can you grab me a soda while you’re up and moving?” Yelled Jeremy from across the room, too lazy to move from his fixed position on the beanbag. 

“Since when was I your maid?” Michael joked, tossing his best friend an ice cold soda nonetheless. “I’ll be right back, don’t play without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeremy muttered in response whilst taking a small sip of his drink. The two boys had just spent the last few hours clearing floors off of a DLC of Apocalypse of the Dammed Michael had managed to find in the old retro game shop down the street. Within half a day the boys had almost gotten through the whole game but given their poor diet of mountain dew and chips the two often had to pause for bathroom breaks and refills, slowing their overall progress down.

Jeremy set down his drink and looked up at the ceiling in contemplation. It had been a month or so since the Squip incident and everything had virtually settled down. Jeremy had gained a bunch of new friends from the experience, despite how traumatic it had been. This included Christine, a girl on whom Jeremy had lusted for years. The two had tried to date, they really did, but it was soon apparent that despite how well they got along together, they only saw each other as close friends. When Jeremy had told Michael that night, his friend assumed the worst, instantly offering to come over with a horde of junk food and movies to distract him. Surprisingly for both boys, Jeremy felt great. He assured Michael that nothing was wrong and that he was the happiest he had been in a while, and strangely, he didn’t miss the slight change in Michael’s tone of voice, almost as if he was smiling sweetly over the phone. 

Jeremy didn’t miss the soft blush on his best friend’s cheeks whenever he complimented him.

And Jeremy certainly didn’t miss his sinking face whenever he talked about his time with Brooke or Chloe, despite how much he hated to think about it. 

As the weeks went on, Jeremy payed close attention to his friend. He had never really asked about Michael’s love life before, mainly because of his assumption that Michael didn’t have one. It slowly occurred to him how he had never even asked if Michael was straight. After Rich had so openly revealed his new-found sexuality, Jeremy began to ponder his own. He was attracted to females, there was no doubt about that, but what if he-

“Dude do you need a refill?” Michael’s voice interrupted, cutting Jeremy off from his train of thought. He looked over at the bowl in front of him which was indeed empty. 

“That would be appreciated,” he bounced back. Turning his attention to the TV screen he remembered that they had been stuck on a particular level for quite some time. It was definitely a tricky one, it required a lot of thinking - something that neither boys possessed at 1am. Remembering that Michael was upstairs getting food, Jeremy looked over at the computer that had been moved from upstairs into the basement for convenience purposes. He knew Michael hated looking up how to win a level but it was late and the boys really wanted to finish this game tonight while they were still into it. 

‘A quite peek won’t hurt’ Jeremy convinced himself as he slowly got up and shifted his way to the computer. Heaving himself onto the chair, he swivelled the mouse to awake the screen, he knew Michael normally just left it on. The browser pooped up suddenly, making Jeremy squint at the sudden change in light. As his eyes began to readjust, he processed the website in front of him. Before he could open a tab to search for what he wanted, the title of the page sank in:

‘How to kiss: Wikihow’  

Jeremy stared at it for a couple more seconds before convincing himself that this was something Michael must have accidentally clicked on while scrolling through facebook or something like that. He clicked the back arrow key to try to return to the social media but instead a google search was opened:

‘how do u kiss?’

He blinked in disbelief, clicking again. Another search came up:

‘can u learn how to kiss?’

He clicked again:

‘teenage kissing help’

And again:

‘how do u kiss a boy?’

‘how do u kiss straight boys?’

‘i think i want to kiss a boy’

‘how to know u have a crush’

‘do i have a crush?’

‘i think im crushing on my straight best friend’

The last one made Jeremy stop frantically clicking and instead choosing to read the search over and over again. There was no denying this was Michael, his best friend never used proper grammar when typing - it used to drive Jeremy insane. He stared at the last search for god knows how long with a million questions flying through his brain. Jeremy didn’t know why, but he started to giggle. The more he read the sentence, the funnier it got. 

“What’s so funny?” 

The voice snapped Jeremy right out of his hysterical laughter. He turned to see his best friend smiling, holding a bowl of freshly popped popcorn. 

“Care to share?” He asked again, a small chuckle escaping his lips. 

Jeremy didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt the urge to stand up. Leaving the opened tabs behind, he walked across the room before stopping right in front of Michael. His hands seemed to move on their own as he brought them up to meet his best friend’s cheeks and before either boy could process what was happening Jeremy was kissing Michael. 

It was different to when he kissed Chloe or Brooke. Back then it was forced and Jeremy only did it because he ‘needed’ to. It was rough and not enjoyable. But here, with Michael, it was sweet and quick. Jeremy could have stayed there for hours if Michael hadn’t dropped the bowl of popcorn in surprise, causing the sticky food to spill all over the floor. Jeremy broke the kiss after the bowl hit his foot, making him jump around in pain as Michael stood there still trying to process what was happening. He eventually realised that his best friend was in pain and rushed to get an ice pack.

“I’m not straight Michael.” Said Jeremy, breaking the awkward silence between the two. They had returned to the beanbags to let Jeremy sit down and heal his throbbing toe which was going numb from the coolness of the ice pack. 

Michael looked from his fixed gaze on the open computer browser which he had noticed just after the two boys settled. 

“But you-” He began before Jeremy cut him off.

“I’ve never really thought about it much, especially with my crush on Christine the thought was rarely brought to my attention,” Jeremy paused to sneak a peek at Michael, who was staring at him with his big chocolate eyes. Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What?”

“I can’t believe you actually looked up how to kiss someone”,” Jeremy sniggered, provoking a huff from Michael. 

“How else was I meant to learn, I couldn’t exactly ask you,” he complained. “Sorry, I should have talk to you about it sooner. I just- back when you were still with the Squip and dating Brooke. I felt… embarrassed ok? I thought that maybe now that you’ve had experience with others you would think that I’m a complete dork who isn’t worth hanging around with.”

Michael paused for a moment, locking eyes with Jeremy. He opened his mouth to continue but was cut off with another kiss. This time, both parties were ready and it lasted a little bit longer than their first. When the two broke apart, the two paused and just stared at each other, contempt with their presence. 

“So,” Michael said. “Are you going to clean up that crushed popcorn over there or are you going to teach how to kiss properly like a real boyfriend should do?”

“Boyfriend…” Jeremy muttered, inching closer to Michael in the process. “I think I like the sound of that.”

[gryffvndors]

uncommon alliances: part two

summary: intimacy isn’t really draco’s strong spot, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. you decide you don’t want a pygmy puff anymore, so you go in search of a new owner for puff.

word count: ~3800

a/n: YALL I DID IT I GOT IT OUT OMG now to get out all the requests i have..... hmm........ we’ll work on it. please enjoy this i worked hard and i will work hard fulfilling you guys’ ideas! and i need to repost catch me if u can bc i deleted it oops anyway enjoy and wish me luck on these terrible cramps i have hoenestly (ha get it) i feel like dying bye

part zero  part one

Puff, stationed on your shoulder, squeaks into your ear just as you feel yourself drifting off.

“Good fucking Merlin-!” You jump nearly a foot in the air, hand flying to your heart. You whip your head around to glare at the bright blue ball that’s currently digging its nails into your skin, its noises softer. You let your anger bubble in your stomach for a moment. After that moment is over, you take a couple breaths to calm yourself down, then reach over and wrap your fingers around the pygmy puff. You get off the sofa in the Gryffindor common room, the one you were trying to nap in, and, as you attempt to pry your shoulder free from the clutches of the small, round beast that’s trying to dig its way into your body, push the portrait open and step out onto the staircase.

Ginny mentioned earlier she’d be somewhere downstairs trying to “prepare for her O.W.L.s”. You roll your eyes as you descend the stairs - by “prepare for her O.W.L.s”, you know she meant she’s going to hide somewhere and snog Harry for a couple hours. You don’t mind that; Harry knows of the wrath he will face from not only you, but the entire Weasley family, if he breaks her heart. Including her, you think - Ginny isn’t going to let anybody hurt her without consequence. That’s why she’s your favorite sister.

While you don’t want to walk in on a sister/best friend snogging session, desperate times call for desperate measures. This creature won’t let go - you don’t want to spell it off, just in case it accidentally… dies, or something, and you’re, okay, a little scared to get bit. By a pygmy puff. Some Gryffindor you are.

You go in search of the usual snogging places all Hogwarts students know about - a few broom closets, a couple abandoned/deserted hallways, some dusty corners. While you manage to find one snogging couple, it isn’t Ginny and Harry. You retreat from the corner, cheeks burning, muttering apologies to Dean and Seamus.

Dean and Seamus. You didn’t see that coming.

Hermione, apparently, did; you bump into her at the end of the hall. She’s carrying a rather large load of books, and seems to be headed towards the library. You raise a hand in greeting, a smile spreading across your lips.

“Hermione!” You cheer, rushing forwards. Hermione turns and nods in your direction. “Did you know Dean and Seamus are a thing? I’m looking for Harry and Ginny and I caught them snogging in the Transfiguration Hallway Corner!”

Hermione snorts, continuing on her way. You jog to keep pace. She’s travelling awfully quickly, especially for somebody with so many heavy books. “Yes, I knew about that. Anybody with any sort of observational skills would know that.”

You shrug. “I didn’t.”

“I said somebody with observational skills. Why do you have your pygmy puff on your shoulder? Ron told me yesterday that you’re embarrassed to be seen with it.”

You nod quickly. “I am. That’s why I’m looking for Harry and Ginny - well, just Ginny, really, but I wager I’ll get the package deal. This thing won’t unlatch itself from my shoulder! I’m scared it’s going to bite me, ‘Mione,” you whine, grabbing her arm and pulling her to a stop. “Please help me. It woke me up from my nap.”

Hermione, rolling her eyes, shifts the pile of books to one arm. Using the other one, she fishes her wand out of her bag and wingardium leviosas the pile in the air. Once the books are floating, she uses the hand not controlling the magic to stroke the pygmy puff softly on its back. You exhale in relief as the claws extract, allowing you to pluck it off of your shoulder.

“Thank you, Hermione, I don’t know what I would do without you - well, I reckon I’d probably have a dead pygmy puff, so it’s rather good that I’ve come across you, isn’t it-”

“God!” Exclaims Hermione. “A dead pygmy puff? You would’ve killed him?”

“No! Well, not on purpose. I probably would’ve tried spelling him off. Ah, I’ll let you go, you seem in a rush. I have another nap to take - and a pygmy puff to sell,” you glare reproachfully at the squeaking thing in your hand. Hermione takes the pile from the air and returns her wand to her bag. She brushes away a stray curl from her forehead, smiling. It’s more of a tired smile than anything, though on Hermione, it isn’t a bad thing. It’s normal for her; she’s always tired.

“Do be careful…”

You wave her off. “I’m always careful, ‘Mione. Alright, goodbye-”

You spin on your heels, rushing off in the other direction. You feel her gaze trained on your back as you flee - she’s probably worrying about the state of the pygmy puff. Well, she doesn’t have to.

You turn the corner, heading back up to the common room. There’s a couple hours until dinner left, and it’s a Saturday - the rain outside closed up the Hogsmeade trip, and while you were a little disappointed, you were also relieved by the catch-up of sleep you could get.

As you’re about to round another corner, somebody else decides to turn just as you approach it. They’re going a bit faster than you - everyone is so urgent today, you think with a frown. What’s the rush? You rushed to get away from Hermione, but only because you wanted her to continue with her day. If you hadn’t’ve left, she would’ve worried over you and the pygmy puff and insisted on going up to the common room with you, or maybe help sell the oversized, squeaking, furry blueberry you’re clutching.

You glance up to see who you nearly ran into. At the sight of Draco Malfoy’s face, yours breaks into a grin. You force down the flippant feeling you get in your stomach. “Draco Malfoy! What a pleasant surprise!”

Draco eyes you. Or, really, he eyes your hand. You eye it, too. For a minute, the two of you just stand there, staring at Puff. When the awkwardness finally surrounds you, you say, “This is my pygmy puff.”

“Really? I thought it was an owl.”

“His name is Puff,” you ignore his biting sarcasm. “Would you like him?”

“What?” Draco scowls, crossing his arms. “No, I don’t want him. Why would anybody want that?”

Puff squeaks sadly. You think it’s sad, at least. You aren’t very intuitive when it comes to pygmy puffs. Still, you glare up at the Slytherin. “Look, you hurt his feelings. Apologize.”

“Weasley, you’re just as deranged as your entire family if you think I am going to apologize to a pygmy puff,” he pauses. “Did you say its name is… ‘Puff’?”

“Yes, Harry named him because Ginny wouldn’t let him name hers. It’s what friends do.” In a moment of haughty pettiness, you say, “Though, you wouldn’t know about what friends do, would you, Draco?”

Draco stares at you. You stare back. For a second, you think he’s going to pin you against the wall and snog (or maybe punch) you - it’s happened before; the two of you have snogged a few times (if every chance you get is a few) after the initial Hogsmeade kiss - but then he rolls his eyes and glances back at the pygmy puff.

“Of course Potter would name it something as stupid as ‘Puff’,” Draco spits. “And I do have friends. They happen to be your friends as well. I don’t think you realize exactly how aggravating that fact is.”

You smile innocently. “I’m so glad we have mutual friends, Draco. Now, are you going to take Puff, or am I going to have to go common room to common room and put on a big sales pitch?”

“Why are you selling it-”

“Him.”

“-anyway?” He shoots you something that resembles irritation and dismissal.

You shrug, “I don’t want him.” He waits for you to continue. You groan before adding, “Also, I’m scared he’s going to bite me.”

Draco lets out a snort. “You, the mighty Gryffindor, are scared of a pygmy puff? It’s blue. It resembles a blueberry, or a - a vibrant, miniature Quaffle.”

“That’s what I said when I first got it!” You perk up.

Draco doesn’t seem very pleased to hear that. He groans. “I do not know why I am doing this, but give me the bloody pygmy puff. I will give it to Blaise, or… something,” he sighs. As you pass him the critter, he grabs your wrist instead and pulls you closer, just close enough to bridge the gap between your bodies. It’s a short kiss, but it feels nice anyway. Your stomach does backflips at the contact. When it’s over, Draco, refusing to look at you again, snatches the animal and continues onward, looking quizzically at it as he walks. You watch him leave, a lazy, satisfied smile on your face. Just before he’s about to turn, you call, “Thank you, Draco! I appreciate it!”

Draco grunts, and then he’s gone.

Relieved and unburdened, you retreat back to the common room and settle back in on the sofa. Without the indignant sounds of the small, breathing Quaffle, accompanied by the familiar crackling of the fire in the fireplace and aroma of burning wood, you fall asleep easily.

You’re woken up by someone furiously shaking the sofa. Shrieking, you whip your wand out and point it to your right. You open your eyes and look in the direction it’s pointing. There isn’t anybody there. You glance in the opposite direction. Ginny and Ron stand behind the back of the sofa, brows raised. You aim your wand at them. “Back away slowly,” you instruct, “and no harm will come to you.”

Ginny plucks the wand from your fingers and tosses it across the room. You scowl and cross your arms.

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m plenty fun,” she dismisses you with a wave of her hand. “Anyway, come on - it’s dinner time. Hermione told us you’d be up here sleeping. She was right,” Ginny sends you a pointed look. You send one right back. “How do you sleep so much? You sleep more than Ron.” Your sister ignores your brother’s slightly insulted look and motions for you to get up.

You roll off the couch and pick up your wand before following them out of the common room. “I like sleeping the way Ron likes eating,” you explain. Ginny nods knowingly.

“We are Weasleys. When we like to do something, we do it in extreme.”

Ron mutters something under his breath, then throws his hands in the air. “Why am I always the one forced out of conversations? I want to be included!”

You consider it before saying, “Say something worthwhile.” You grin at Ginny as she sniggers into her hand. “I’m only joking, Ron. We’ll include you in our conversations if it really twists your knickers. Ginny and Ronald,” you flash him a smirk, “have you heard from Charlie that they’ve discovered a new species of dragon?”

Ron avoids your gaze and seems to find the ground interesting as you guys walk. Ginny exclaims, “Yeah! It’s in America, right? They haven’t named it yet, but it lives in the Appalachian Mountains. Ron, do you know anything about it?”

“I… haven’t been talking to Charlie lately,” he mumbles. “So no.”

“And that’s why you’re never in our conversations. Do your homework, Ron.” You enter the Great Hall, heading towards the Gryffindor table in large strides. Draco intercepts you at the last second. You notice a pout on his lips because, damn it, that’s where your eyes automatically go. It doesn’t look much different from his usual frown to most people, but you’re only a little embarrassed to admit you know his face well enough to be able to tell the difference. The pout is missing the jutting out of his jaw that his frown gets. His brow is creased a bit more, eyes full of indignance. You forget your current company and sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“And how may I be of assistance to you, Malfoy?” You inquire sarcastically.

Draco ignores your siblings who - in their right mind, of course, seeing as how you’re the one acting oddly in their eyes - send filthy looks his way. Ginny hisses in your ear, “Let’s go.” Ron only glares so hard, you think he might pop a vein or something.

“I need to talk to you. Away from your… companions.”

“Oh, bugger off, Malfoy,” Ron snaps. You note how his hands ball into a fist. Past Draco, you catch Hermione and Harry staring worriedly in your direction. With a slight shake of your head, Harry - who was getting ready to rise and come to your aid - relaxes ever so slightly. Ron continues with, “Whatever you need to say to her, you can say it in front of us. Her family.”

Ginny folds her arms across her chest and tilts her chin up. You glance between them, almost amused, before inclining your head in a nod.

“Thanks, guys, I appreciate your concern. Really, I do, but I need to speak with Malfoy alone. It’s for Alchemy.”

“Since when have you taken Alchemy? And since when have you been friends with Malfoy?!” Ron scoffs.

“Uh, I’ve taken Alchemy since the beginning of the year? Where have you been? And we’re not friends, we’re partnered for a big end of term project. I’ll be right back, Ronald, I’m not going to die.”

“It’s Malfoy, you don’t know that!”

“Weasel,” Malfoy deadpans, “I’ve no desire to murder your sister. To be frank with you, she isn’t worth the Azkaban time. Anyway, I’ve got more important things to do. Like discuss a very important project that is ninety percent of our grade, so if you will excuse me-” he grabs your wrist and pulls you along with him. You flash a thumbs-up to your gobsmacked siblings and stumble over your feet in his haste.

Once you’re a good deal away from the Great Hall and in one of those “snogging corners” as Ginny so eloquently calls them, he pushes you against the wall and uses the corner to its full potential. You let him, relieved. As you snog him, your mind drifts to the scene you’d walked in on earlier in a different “snogging corner”. You begin to snicker and push him away, covering your eyes with one hand and grabbing his own with your other. “Earlier, when I gave you Puff - where is he, anyway? Wait, don’t answer that quite yet, I want to tell you this first - earlier when we were talking, I don’t think I mentioned what I saw earlier. It’s so crazy, I honest to Merlin never thought I’d catch it happening. I mean, Ginny has made an offhand comment about it, but I always thought she was being a prat because Dean’s her ex. I never expected it to be real. Yeah, they’re best friends, but I always thought that was the extent of their relationship - did you? I mean, I’m well aware that you’re not a Gryffindor and therefore, you’re not friendly with them - I think you rather dislike them, actually - but still, you could not have seen this coming. Did you?”

Draco blinks at you oddly. “You stopped snogging me so you could ramble on about Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas’ past relationship.”

“What? No.” It dawns on you that you probably didn’t actually get to the point, and that it - the point, that is - was lost in your babbling. “Oh, oh. Okay. No, I walked in on Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan snogging. Hermione said she knew they were a thing, but she’s a lot more observant than I am.” As an afterthought, you add, “I guess Ginny is, too.”

Draco snorts. “I think a troll is more observant than you.”

The sentence takes you back to first year. You scoff and mutter under your breath, “You’d be surprised…”

He ignores that and says, “You take after your brother in that. Yes, I noticed Thomas and Finnigan - not that I ever cared,” he sniffs. “Anyway, onto subjects that actually matter, I did not just pull you away from Potter and his minions-”

“Uh, you mean my friends? And family?”

“...Yes, them. However you label them. There is a reason for this other than snogging-”

“Are you sure? You seemed a bit excited,” you smirk, standing on your toes. “Are you harboring feelings for me, Draco? How sweet. You fancy a blood traitor like me.”

“I… okay, number one, stop interrupting me. I do not speak because I like hearing my own voice, I speak because I need to say something. Two, I am not… harboring feelings for you,” he shifts his weight, uneasy. It takes him a second before he continues with, “Three, even if I was, it wouldn’t matter because your friends despise me. I believe we have had this conversation before, actually - we are getting off track.”

“No, I like where this is going,” you beam. He wrenches his hand away from yours. “Aw, look, you’re getting all ‘I am a strong Slytherin with no feelings’ and withdrawing into your shell. How cute.”

“I’m not,” he mutters, scowling.

“Mmm. So what is the reason for pulling me away from Potter and his minions, Draco?”

“I…” Draco fishes something out of his pocket and thrusts it to you. “Here. This is for you.”

He looks away, flushing, as you reach out to unclench his fingers. Sitting in the palm of his hand is something silver. You pick it up and realize that it is a bracelet - a thin one, with little charms on it. There’s a bird; a lion; what looks to be a bat - the Quidditch kind, seeing as how you’re a Beater for Gryffindor; a star; and a heart.

You stare at it longer than you probably should without saying a word.

Draco peeks at you, then huffs. “Don’t just stare at it,” he says. “Say something.”

You look at him, grinning. “Are you insecure?”

“No!”

“You sound insecure,” you wrap your arms around him abruptly. His body tenses up before relaxing into the hug. “Thank you, Draco. It’s really pretty.”

“Mm. The lion is for Gryffindor, because you’re an irritating Gryffindor. The bat is because you’re a Beater. The bird is because, well… I like birds,” he glares at you when you chuckle. “I didn’t know what else to get, so I got a star. So, there. That’s, uh, payment. For the Puff thing. You said you wanted to sell it. Him,” he corrects himself.

You poke at the heart. “And what’s this for, Draaaaco?”

Draco flushes darker. “I… you’re not a moron like your brother,” he says crossly. “Stop playing dumb.”

“I just want to hear you say it!”

“Fine. Merlin, you’re obnoxious. I… suppose I fancy you. For lack of a better term. And person,” he licks his lips. “Because I’m only with you because there isn’t anybody else in this stupid school. Not because of who you are, or anything.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m perfect, and you know it,” you smirk and stand on your toes again. “You can stop guarding your feelings, Draco, I’m not going to hurt them. Thank you for the bracelet, though - it’s very pretty. Did you get it in Hogsmeade?”

He nods. “I ordered it a couple weeks ago. I was going to give it to you today, but-”

“The trip was cancelled,” you finish. “Right. Well, I suppose I fancy you, too.”

“I did not pull you away from your insufferable friends to talk about feelings-”

You hold your hands up in surrender. “I know, I know! I’m just saying! I really like you!” You hold out the bracelet. “Will you help me put this on before I return to my insufferable friends?”

He nods and unclasps it. As he wraps the silver chain around your wrist, you’re hit with a sudden wave of emotion. The position that you’re in feels strangely intimate. He peeks at your face and reads it like a book. “Merlin, are you going to cry?”

“I’m not going to cry,” you protest, but sniff. “I just think it’s so sweet that you bought me this bracelet, and that you have feelings for me, and that you customized these charms and it’s really intimate and caring and I wish that you weren’t such an asshole to my friends and family becausethey’llneverapproveofyou-”

He finishes putting the bracelet on you and frowns. “I’ll have these… feelings talks of yours if you want, but not here. I just wanted to give you the bracelet and snog you for a little bit. Can we postpone the conversation we’re about to get into?”

You laugh, nodding, and raise your wrist to admire the jewelry. “Yeah, yeah. Of course we can. Thank you again, Draco. I really like it.”

“Good. We should be getting back; I know you have that ruddy Weasley appetite that makes you eat a meal every two hours or so.”

You roll your eyes, but find that you can’t disagree. “Before we go back, can we snog some more?”

“Only if you walk in the Great Hall five minutes after I walk in-”

You cut him off by bringing his face down to meet yours. You don’t really care about staggered entrances.

A few days later, you find him in the library, a book on potions open and ignored. Draco is playing around with Puff - he’s stroking his fur, feeding him little bits of apple, and laughing. You watch the scene unfold for a good three minutes before marching over and planting your hands on your hips.

“I’ve caught you in the act, Draco.”

He jumps and hides the pygmy puff. When he sees that it’s just you, Draco snorts and brandishes him again. “I actually like him,” he admits.

“I thought you were going to give him to Blaise or something?”

“That was before I actually got to know him! I can’t give him away now, we’re friends.”

You roll your eyes, facepalming. “Merlin, you sound like my sister. Why do you like him, anyway? He’s small and loud and annoying-”

Draco stares at you for a second. When he realizes you’re not kidding, he thrusts his hand out, palm-up, with Puff balancing on top of it. “Because he’s soft,” he says like it’s obvious. “Have you never felt him before?”

“Trust me, I’ve felt him many times. He was actually attached to my body once.”

“...What?”

You sigh and sit down across from Draco. “Nevermind,” you breathe, and rest your head on your hands. You spend the rest of your free period watching Draco and Puff together, and playing with the little charms on your silver bracelet.

[jamlessflowerboys-blog]

Hiii can you do please write an imagine where y/n is a popular western singer and how each member will flirt with her when they meet or are on same show? Hope you understood what im trying say lol

Hello again @wildd-dreamerr! Ahhh I’m so upset because I was writing this until my Chrome crashed!!! But anyway, thank you lovely for requesting again! I understand what you’re say ahaha sorry if it’s kinda bad, I lost my motivation to write once my text got deleted but I’ll do my best~

JUNGKOOK -

“Hello! You must be Jungkook, right?” You greet the youngest of the Bangtan members.

Jungkook happened to be a huge fanboy of you and your music, being heavily exposed to Western artists and music. He wanted to badly impress you by bringing up his cover on your latest single, but he was extremely timid when you approached suddenly.

“Ah, yes, hello. My name is Jungkook– ah, you say my name already…” He stumbles over his words cutely. You give him a reassuring smile.

“You are so talented. You all inspire me~” You compliment. “Oh! And I just thought of the cover that you posted to my Twitter! It was daebak!`` 

Jungkook flushed with embarrassment and pride, as you praise him.

``You like my cover on your song, yes?” He ruffled his hair nervously and bit his lip which was a nervous habit of his. “Uh, I hope you like it– you’re very pretty– I mean very good– you nice… uh… my cover…?”

“I don’t like it…” You say, with a dark expression. Jungkook suddenly give you a shocked look. “I’m kidding! I love it.” You joke, bowing to him apologetically for scaring him.

“This noona is funny.”

TAEHYUNG -

“Hello! V! You are Y/N, yes?” Taehyung approached you with his famous box-smile. 

KPOP had gone viral, world wide and BTS happened to be your KPOP bias group. It was an honour getting to finally meet them, artist to artist.

“Hello! Nice to meet you V!” You smile as you extend your hand to his. He takes it gratefully and shakes it with bliss.

You laugh at his friendly handshake as he lets go of your hand.

“My hobby is uh… dancing… You know dab?` He pulls out his phone and insists to entertain you.

``Yes I know dab.” You giggle as he puts Cypher pt. 4 on. He begins to rap and dab to the beat.

You smile at him as he enjoys himself, and partially rap to the part you could barely speak.

He pauses the song and hurries back to you.

“You enjoy the perform?” He asks with puppy eyes.

“I really did. That was so good V.” You smile as he smiles back in satisfaction.

“We see each other again, okay?”

JIMIN -

“Hello! Jimin is me!” Jimin the mochi greeted you, casually ‘accidentally’ flexing his upper arms as he stretched his arms up.

You stared at him, but rolled your eyes playfully smiling.

“Hello! 안녕하세요 Jimin!” You greet him. He looked taken aback by your formal Korean greeting.

“Ah! Good to finally meet Y/N!” He gives you his signature eye smile.

“Thank you! You’re 100 times more cuter in person!” You tell him, slightly embarrassed that that had happened to slip out.

He blushed and quickly shied his face away from you, smiling like an idiot. He turned back, blushing with his puffed cheeks and eye smile.

“U-Uh, h-hey! You pretty too! Uh, yeah, come date maybe?”

NAMJOON -

“Hello Y/N, nice to finally meet a youthful artist like our group. We admire you and your music.” Namjoon greets you, with his dimpled smile.

“It’s so awesome to meet you too. I’m so glad you can speak English, not that I had any trouble talking to the others, but it’s a bit of a relief.” You give him a friendly grin.

“I’m glad I can speak English. I would want to talk to one of my favourite Western artist properly.”` He runs a hand through his hair and looks away sheepishly.

“I’m so glad I can talk to one of my favourite KPOP groups.” You compliment in return.

He hesitated for a second, but the spoke again. “Hey, did you know that 20% of Korea has the last name ‘Kim?’”

You raised a brow in confusion. “That’s cool, but why such a random fact?”

“Because… if you’re interested, you can be part of that 20%.” He bit his lower lip with a smirk and bursts into a chuckle.

“Slick.”

HOSEOK -

“Hello! Very nice to meet you! I’m you’re hope! I’m your angel! J-Hope!” Hoseok was very excited to meet you, bouncing up to you like a ball of energy.

You giggle at his hyper attitude. “Hello J-Hope! Nice to meet you too~”

“Your music is very good! BTS most handsome member is me! You look, look.” He stepped back from you and formed his hands into bunny ears above his head.

“Bbuing bbuing! Very handsome hope!” He hopped up to you like a rabbit with a pouty expression on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at him as he approached you with aegyo.

“I’d be lying if I said you weren’t the handsome one in the group.” You tease as he gives you a wide smile.

“Am I your hope?”

“Yeah, you’re my hope.”

YOONGI -

“Hello! Suga! I love your work!” You couldn’t help but be a bit of a fangirl. BTS was growing to be an international KPOP band and you were a fangirl before KPOP got to be so huge.

He gives you a blank look, although his lips were slightly curved in a small smile.

“Thank you. I like your songs, very good compose.” He bowed to you. “Maybe we do collaboration, West and Korea someday. I like to work with you.”

You nod excitedly as he spoke.

“My songs your favourite?” He asked you curiously.

You nod vigorously again and push a strand of hair away from your face. “I’ll sort something out with our managers.”

“You very swag Y/N. Good to meet you. You infires me.” He bows slightly.

“Me swag?” You felt heat rushing to your cheeks and laugh at his attempt to say ‘inspires.’ “You’re swag too Suga.”

His smile widens a bit as you compliment him.

“Swag.”

JIN - 

“Hello Y/N! Ah! You’re music and style is very good!” Jin was very mature but lively in greeting you.

“Hello Jin! Thank you! I like your music and style too!”

“Do you know annyeonghaseyo?” He asks, with big eyes.

You nod your head. “Only a bit of Korean. I learned from your songs.`` 

``Ahh, you learn Korean from our songs, that’s very good.” He nodded in approval. You had to look up at his tall, broad figure as you spoke to him. “I have, uh, Spotifyeu. I have your songs on the list-eh.”

“Ohh! You have my songs on your Spotify playlist? That’s daebak!” You beamed with pride.

“You inspiring many of the members. Very cute too~”

You bow in embarrassment.

“Ah! Thank you.`` 

Aghhh! It’s not as good as the one that got deleted but I hope you enjoyedddd!!

[ardentaislinn]

Yuletide 2018 Letter

Hi! I am also ardentaislinn on AO3. Thank you so much for volunteering to write one of my chosen fandoms! I really can’t wait to see what you come up with. Most importantly, I hope you have fun writing whichever of my fandoms it is. Any suggestions I make here are optional, (though I do very much hope you will take my DNWs into consideration.)

Here you’ll find:

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And prompts for the following fandoms: The Awakening (2011) - Florence Cathcart, Robert Mallory Strike (TV series) - Cormoran Strike, Robin Ellacott    Tomb Raider (2018) - Lara Croft, Lu Ren

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I love getting together fics most of all. I love almost every kind of trope (fake dating, slow burn, rivals-to-lovers, “unrequited” pining (that is really requited), found families, etc.) Also, casefic, epistolary fic, consent, forbidden pleasures, beta heroes, bed sharing, masquerades, military kink, physical imperfections, ladies being badass and female relationships (whether romantic or friendship), relationships that build tension before exploding, equal relationships, trapped together, competence, communication, U/RST, positive endings.

You may notice from the below that my ships mostly involve sweet and occasionally broken men being head over heels for awesome ladies. So that dynamic is strongly encouraged.

I also like smut, but it certainly isn’t a necessity. For smut, I’m (sadly) fairly vanilla. But I like light bondage, cunningulus, shower sex, and accidental/consensual voyeurism, (Particularly guys taking matters into their own hands when they think they can’t be with their lady, and the woman stumbling across him mid-act. Possibly my favourite kink ever? Writer’s choice whether the woman joins in or gets embarrassed)

Happy endings (or at least hopeful endings) are preferred. Like, super, super preferred. I don’t mind angst at all, but it kinda has to be on the way out of the darkness by the end.

Dislikes/DNWs:

Miserable endings. Major character death. Baby/Pregnancy/kidfic. Drugs use/drug mentions/addiction. Self harm/abuse. Non-con/rape. Heavy kink. A/B/O. M-Preg. Incest. Bestiality, animal harm etc. Nothing underage. Unbalanced power dynamics. 1st person POV (unless for epistolary). Not big on high school AUs or Rock band AUs.

I think that’s it?

And so, to the fandoms, in no particular order:

The Awakening

Florence Cathcart, Robert Mallory

So, I love this film, and I love these two characters. I really dug the way their relationship developed through the film, right up until the slightly ambiguous ending.

This film hit a bunch of my favourite tropes, mostly in the character types it used for these two. Florence is a bit caustic in the beginning of the film, and I love that she slowly reveals her vulnerabilities. Robert, the broken former soldier, is the perfect match for her. And the slow-burn chemistry between them super worked for me.

So, basically, I just want more of them!

Florence is canon into voyeurism (both in that she liked watching Robert, and liked the idea of him watching her) - so what is the sex life with Robert like going forward? Does she like to watch and be watched? (Either way, I see her as liking to be in control of it, not so much the idea of strangers watching her, or it being done without her consent)

Post-movie, Florence and Robert are separated for a time - do they write each other letters?

Florence now believes in ghosts. Where does that leave her career? Does she still hunt down the fakes, as well as the real things? Does Robert come with her? Or do people come to her with their supernatural troubles?

Robert is nervous about proposing, but Florence is getting impatient.

On their honeymoon, they go to some of the oldest places in Europe. Surely there are ghosts lurking in every corner. What kind of trouble do they get into?

Florence Cathcart: Demon Hunter (Have fun with it! If ghosts exist, why not demons?)

A missing scene from the film with additional/bonus pining?

I do really want a happy ending here for Florence and Robert, but if you want to do something interesting with the hints that she might be a ghost herself at the end of the film, I’ll be interested if you can make it work.

Strike (TV Series)

Cormoran Strike, Robin Ellacott

So, I ship these two a lot. I love the dynamic that they have, where Strike has been pretty into her from day one, and tried to keep his distance, and Robin is in total denial about her feelings. I like that they are both clever and each have their strengths, and very much appreciate that about each other. Lots of mutual admiration going on!

If you want to write me Getting Together fic for these two, it would be amazing! But I’ve tried to keep my prompts open so you can write what works for you.

One thing I just want to request: If you can be as euphemistic as possible about Strike’s mother’s death, that would be great. The descriptions in the book hit some awful triggers for me and I have to skim them, but I’d rather not do that to your fic! So “she died” is fine, but anything about the details of the day itself - no thanks. I really appreciate this!

So, prompts:

Casefic - Strike and Robin are hired to investigate something, but it turns out to be more than it first appears.

Any of my fave fanfic tropes - undercover as married, stakeouts, forced bed sharing, etc. I feel this is a couple ripe for the classic tropes!

Also, Trapped Together - what happens if they are stuck somewhere and can’t escape?

Road trip hunting a serial killer the police don’t believe exists.

Robin’s first solo case as partner turns into a bit of a mess.

A slightly more specific casefic prompt with an added side of kink: A hotel manager hires Strike to investigate which of his employees is placing cameras in the guests’ rooms. Only thing is, he wants them to be discrete so the culprit doesn’t know they are onto him, so Strike ropes Robin in to play his wife and they check into the hotel. Problem is, to be convincing they have to play a couple even in private, because of the cameras watching their every move…

Robin doesn’t marry Matthew. I don’t mind how you do it - whether you let her find out about him deleting her messages before the ceremony and she calls it off; if she punches Matthew in the face at the altar; if she says “actually, I don’t” and just walks away from the asshole...any of the above! I just don’t want her legally bound to that douche. Strike can definitely help with this if you like.

A lot of people from Strike’s past show up in CoE. Do any others try to exact revenge?

Matthew is killed. The police think Robin did it. And Strike’s not so sure she didn’t…

FYI, I have read the first three books in the series, so feel free to use elements of those. But I doubt I’ll have read Lethal White before reveals (because I’m cheap, tbh, and I don’t buy ebooks for $15) so no spoilers, please! (Sorry!)

Tomb Raider (2018)

Lara Croft, Lu Ren

I thought these two had great chemistry, and I’m bummed they didn’t get together in the film. (I still have a slight hope we’ll get a sequel, however small!) I love that he really digs the fact that she’s a badass, (“Some men like dangerous women”), but he can definitely hold his own against her. And they work really well together as a team.

I also wanted to see them go on all kinds of adventures together! I think they’d get themselves into a lot of trouble and have a lot of fun doing it.

Prompts:

What happens directly after the end of the film? Does he go with her to London? Or do they part ways?

How do they meet up again? Where do they meet up?

Lara finds herself in trouble, and calls her old friend for help. (Or, Lu Ren finds himself in trouble, and calls Lara)

They get shipwrecked together and have to survive

Lara asks for his help bringing down Trinity (Do they plot an elaborate plan to take them down? Do they go searching for a weapon/information/person that might help them defeat Trinity?)

Lu Ren comforts Lara after she finds a friend (Ana?) has betrayed her

On an adventure somewhere, Lara accidentally stumbles on Lu Ren naked.

Missing scene where they bang on the ship

All of the tropes. Bed sharing. Trapped together. Undercover as a couple. I never say no to a trope.

Thank you in advance for writing for me!

[ardentaislinn]

Yuletide 2017 Letter

Hi! I am also ardentaislinn on AO3. Thank you so much for volunteering to write one of my chosen fandoms! I really can’t wait to see what you come up with. Most importantly, I hope you have fun writing whichever of my fandoms it is. Any suggestions I make here are optional, (though I do very much hope you will take my DNWs into consideration.)

Here you’ll find:

My general likes My DNWs

And prompts for the following fandoms: The Awakening (2011) - Florence Cathcart, Robert Mallory Cormoran Strike series - Robert Galbraith/Strike (TV series) - Cormoran Strike, Robin Ellacott    Agatha Christie’s Marple - Louisa Oxley, Alfred Pollock

My likes:

I love getting together fics most of all. I love almost every kind of trope (fake dating, slow burn, rivals-to-lovers, “unrequited” pining (that is really requited), found families, etc.) Also, casefic, epistolary fic, consent, forbidden pleasures, beta heroes, bed sharing, masquerades, military kink, physical imperfections, ladies being badass and female relationships (whether romantic or friendship), relationships that build tension before exploding, equal relationships, trapped together, competence, communication, U/RST, positive endings.

You may notice from the below that my ships mostly involve sweet and occasionally broken men being head over heels for awesome ladies. So that dynamic is strongly encouraged.

I also like smut, but it certainly isn’t a necessity. For smut, I’m (sadly) fairly vanilla. But I like light bondage, cunningulus, shower sex, and accidental/consensual voyeurism, (Particularly guys taking matters into their own hands when they think they can’t be with their lady, and the woman stumbling across him mid-act. Possibly my favourite kink ever? Writer’s choice whether the woman joins in or gets embarrassed)

Happy endings (or at least hopeful endings) are preferred. Like, super, super preferred. I don’t mind angst at all, but it kinda has to be on the way out of the darkness by the end.

Dislikes/DNWs:

Miserable endings. Major character death. Baby/Pregnancy/kidfic. Drugs use/drug mentions/addiction. Self harm/abuse. Non-con/rape. Heavy kink. A/B/O. M-Preg. Incest. Bestiality, animal harm etc. Nothing underage. Unbalanced power dynamics. 1st person POV (unless for epistolary). Not big on high school AUs or Rock band AUs.

I think that’s it?

And so, to the fandoms/ships, in no particular order:

The Awakening

Florence Cathcart, Robert Mallory

So, I love this film, and I love these two characters. I really dug the way their relationship developed through the film, right up until the slightly ambiguous ending.

This film hit a bunch of my favourite tropes, mostly in the character types it used for these two. Florence is a bit caustic in the beginning of the film, and I love that she slowly reveals her vulnerabilities. Robert, the broken former soldier, is the perfect match for her. And the slow-burn chemistry between them super worked for me.

So, basically, I just want more of them!

Florence is canon into voyeurism (both in that she liked watching Robert, and liked the idea of him watching her) - so what is the sex life with Robert like going forward? Does she like to watch and be watched? (Either way, I see her as liking to be in control of it, not so much the idea of strangers watching her, or it being done without her consent)

Post-movie, Florence and Robert are separated for a time - do they write each other letters?

Florence now believes in ghosts. Where does that leave her career? Does she still hunt down the fakes, as well as the real things? Does Robert come with her? Or do people come to her with their supernatural troubles?

Robert is nervous about proposing, but Florence is getting impatient.

On their honeymoon, they go to some of the oldest places in Europe. Surely there are ghosts lurking in every corner. What kind of trouble do they get into?

Florence Cathcart: Demon Hunter (Have fun with it! If ghosts exist, why not demons?)

A missing scene from the film with additional/bonus pining?

I do really want a happy ending here for Florence and Robert, but if you want to do something interesting with the hints that she might be a ghost herself at the end of the film, I’ll be interested if you can make it work.

Cormoran Strike Series - Robert Galbraith/Strike (TV Series)

Cormoran Strike, Robin Ellacott

So, I am putting these two versions of the media together because they share a lot of prompts. I have read all the books and seen the show, so feel free to take elements from both or either! I’ll put some book-specific prompts for post-Career of Evil down the bottom because they may contain spoilers if you’ve only seen the show.

So, I ship these two a lot. I love the dynamic that they have, where Strike has been pretty into her from day one, and tried to keep his distance, and Robin is in total denial about her feelings. I like that they are both clever and each have their strengths, and very much appreciate that about each other. Lots of mutual admiration going on!

If you want to write me Getting Together fic for these two, it would be amazing! But I’ve tried to keep my prompts open so you can write what works for you.

One thing I just want to request: If you can be as euphemistic as possible about Strike’s mother’s death, that would be great. The descriptions in the book hit some awful triggers for me and I have to skim them, but I’d rather not do that to your fic! So “she died” is fine, but anything about the details of the day itself - no thanks. I really appreciate this!

So, prompts:

Casefic - Strike and Robin are hired to investigate something, but it turns out to be more than it first appears.

Any of my fave fanfic tropes - undercover as married, stakeouts, forced bed sharing, etc. I feel this is a couple ripe for the classic tropes!

Also, Trapped Together - what happens if they are stuck somewhere and can’t escape?

Road trip hunting a serial killer the police don’t believe exists.

Robin’s first solo case as partner turns into a bit of a mess.

A historical AU of some kind would be fun! WW1 era, noir from the 40s, Victorian...any, really!)

A slightly more specific casefic prompt with an added side of kink: A hotel manager hires Strike to investigate which of his employees is placing cameras in the guests’ rooms. Only thing is, he wants them to be discrete so the culprit doesn’t know they are onto him, so Strike ropes Robin in to play his wife and they check into the hotel. Problem is, to be convincing they have to play a couple even in private, because of the cameras watching their every move…

Post-Career of Evil Prompts (Spoilers!)

Robin doesn’t marry Matthew. I don’t mind how you do it - whether you let her find out about him deleting her messages before the ceremony and she calls it off; if she punches Matthew in the face at the altar; if she says “actually, I don’t” and just walks away from the asshole...any of the above! I just don’t want her legally bound to that douche. Strike can definitely help with this if you like.

A lot of people from Strike’s past show up in CoE. Do any others try to exact revenge?

Matthew is killed. The police think Robin did it. And Strike’s not so sure she didn’t...

Agatha Christie’s Marple

Alfred Pollock, Louisa Oxley

The most obscure of my fandoms on this list. There is absolutely no fic in it, and I would LOVE to read some.

Louisa and Alfred only appeared in one episode of the show (Greenshaw’s Folly: available here on youtube) and the episode ended just at the best bit of their developing relationship. You don’t have to have watched any of the previous episodes to understand this one - they all stand alone.

To give a quick rundown to tempt people who probably haven’t seen this:

It’s set in the 1930s. Alfred is the gardener at an estate where Louisa comes to work as a secretary. She has a young son and is fleeing an abusive relationship.

Alfred doesn’t speak much, and the two of them don’t get along particularly well at first (since Louisa is pretty mistrustful of everyone) but they eventually start getting closer.

While all this is happening, a bunch of people get murdered. Miss Marple hangs around solving those.

There is a lot of stuff I like about this ship. I like the class differences (which gets switched in a big way at the end). I like their slowly developing trust. I like that they are both quite reserved (plenty of potential for pining!). I like that they are both quite gentle people.

Prompts:

The canon ended just as they got to the interesting bit of the relationship. What happens next? How do they navigate this new relationship as they were just getting used to the old one?

Their brush with crime has given them a taste of a more interesting life. What happens when someone else gets murdered? Do they investigate themselves?

Alfred doesn’t want to spend his newly acquired money on anyone but Louisa and Alfie. How does she feel about this?

What would their first time be like? Are they traditional (waiting until after marriage) or do they decide to be more unconventional? (I imagine that Louisa would be a bit happier to have sex before marriage - not wanting to shackle herself to another man so soon. But Alfred seems like he’d be a little more traditional. Who would win that battle?)

Miss Marple comes back for a visit and attracts some trouble. How do they deal with it?

Does Miss Marple ask for help with a case?

Lots of people died at Greenshaw’s Folly. What if the place is now haunted?

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy writing for me.