#ii. prompt : a habitable chaos.

[cuntarinas]

TAG DROP FOR THE WORST PERSON ALIVE.

[cuntceited]

tag drop.

[dy6nsty]

Can I request sleep token x reader with a reader who is accident prone? Today alone i have slid on ice, smacked my head off a shelf, and stabbed myself with a comb.

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I LOVE THIS PROMPT. YES, YES YOU CAN‼️I also hope you’re doing good after all that..

Sleep Token x GN! reader who has a tendency to get injured

Relationship— Romantic

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Vessel:

Suddenly has eyes in the back of his head. Knows you’re picking something up. “Put it down.”

Leaves you alone for a couple of minutes and comes back to chaos. Chaos in this scenario was you breaking something.

Blueprints things in his head to figure out if there’s anything that could possibly put you out of trouble.

Was considering getting you one of those child leashes so he can keep a better eye on you.

Follows you around sometimes to make sure you don’t injure yourself or break something. Watching you bump into 70% of things you come across.

Puts rubber counter protectors on surfaces with sharp or hard corners, just so you won’t bang into them on accident.

If you can’t walk in a straight line (I can’t do it either don’t worry guys! 😊)— he’ll help you get around. “Left- right! RIGHT!”

His worst enemy is winter and spring. We have icy grounds than slippery grass. But is also your frenemy.

Is now stalked up with bandaids, glue, tape and other necessities he might need for the future with you. Which is probably a lot.

If you come to him with an injury he’ll let out a long sigh before asking what happened. Let’s you ramble on about how you’ve gotten hurt now while he fixes you up.

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II:

Call him the gigglesaurus at this point. Will watch you stumble than fall and start cackling before realizing he’s not supposed to laugh..

Likes the chaos it can bring! But he still gets a mini panic attack when he realizes you’ve disappeared from you once were: beside him.

Learned how to treat wounds, bruises, and stuff because of how often it started happening. Also learned how to fix mirrors!

Wants to know all of the dumb or serious stories you have. He’s all for it.

Likes to keep an arm around your waist to ensure you won’t get into any inconvenience.

Tries to help you with tasks you might accidentally fuck up. Reaching for things, organizing glasses, cleaning, or even will escort you around areas so you don’t trip over your own feet!

Counts up how many bruises or any marks you have at the end of the day. If he notices a new one he’ll ask what happened. If it happened in a dumb way he just stifles a laugh.

Watches you from afar sometimes to make sure nothings happen so far. If he does see you get hurt he’ll rush over to see what’s happened, again.

Feels like he’s on a news channel at this point. Honestly wonders if you have some sort of curse to how often he’s found you in these exact scenes.

Does not trust you holding glass, plastic, porcelain, or metal objects. He’ll hold them with you but he’s not wanting you to break any of those by falling over, or maybe even dropping them on yourself.

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III:

Stays serious about it but once saw you run into a door and almost lost his shit. Wanted to laugh so hard.

Keeps bandaids, a small thing of bandage wrap + tape, and tissue in his pockets. It’s become a habit.

Carries you around areas that have many things cluttered on the ground so nothing will end up broken.

Trusts you enough to look away and not keep an eye on you 24/7 but still has a physical reflex whenever he hears a crash, bang, or a small sound of something colliding.

Often times will try to fix any messed you might’ve caused. Hiding any evidence that something had happened.

Kisses any minor injuries you get. “It hurts? Want me to kiss it so it feels better?”

Deals with your injuries or things you might’ve smashed, asks how it was caused so he can prevent them from happening further on.

Moves things around if he’s noticed it’s a common occurrence for you to bump into it with the object in the room / it’s placement.

Will take over / help you with certain scenarios if it becomes a problem to where you always end up hurt afterwards.

Warms you about things he sees coming your way: “Wall, you’re gonna walk into it.”, “There’s a plate of glasses, don’t walk into it.”

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IV:

Feels like superman sometimes when it comes to you. Steadies things in your hand if he notices you’re unbalanced.

Will also laugh at you. Unless you’re bleeding. He’ll run over to make sure everything’s all right.

Stocks up on ice packs and replaceable items for ones you might knock over later on.

Makes sure you won’t knock into anyone while your walking, or into anything.

Starts following you around when he can to make sure that you’re not getting into any trouble.

Also an enemy with winter. Especially if you want to try any winter sports. You can try but he might mentally face palm if you get ran over by a kid in a sled.

Starts requesting for plastic cups instead of glass. He can’t risk fancy glasses being broken any longer.

He gets into trouble in his own way, but he swears he’s more safe than you.

Picks you up and carrie’s you away when he senses that something just might happen. Spidey senses over here!!!

He can’t walk in a straight line so your both screwed. Your bumping into each other like you have sea legs.

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i’m sorry if this turned out a little bad! i’m currently on the verge of sleep but rlly wanted to finish this! ^^

[littlespaceporgs]

Omg some Rex fluff?? No 60 from prompt list one, “But I want to hear you sing.” Can you imagine Rex saying that?? So cute my heart 🥺🥺

A/N: Welp I had fun writing this, I’ve written it as a part ii to The Captain and The Medic - which if you click, it’ll take you to part i, but as I usually do, it can also be read independently!

The Captain and The Medic - Part ii

Word Count: 1.9k Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader Summary: You got reassigned as the new 212th medic, and during a new campaign, Rex gets injured. Chaos and stress ensues. Partly because of the 3 jedi who can’t seem to sit still.

Tags :DDD : @peacelandbread @valkyrieofthehighfae @mcu-padawan @catsnkooks @littlevodika @cherrykenobi @hounding-around @lesqui @captainrexstan

Medics were becoming few and far between as the war dragged out, even the Jedi healers were short-handed. It was for this reason that you were reassigned after a year and a half of serving with the 501st. Admittedly, you weren’t far, only going to the 212th.

You already knew a fair few members among the ranks, having to handle General Kenobi’s penchant for also never seeing a medic, something that the bastard well-respected Jedi Master had regretfully passed on down his lineage. You’d seen Waxer and Boil, when they returned with a secret small creature of some kind that needed medical attention, and you had a bone knitter on hand for Cody, who still had not shaken the habit of punching kriffing droids – which you had pleaded him to stop doing, if not for his own sake for yours, because using one of them was a rather tedious task.

It made for good entertainment, and it kept you busy, but it just didn’t compare to seeing Rex every day.

So when you were placed on the on the same campaign, excitement flooded through you, in the form of pure elation, drowning out the weariness of the amount of injuries that came with the news of a new campaign. That brings you to now, where you were waiting not so patiently with Cody and General Kenobi, expecting an arrival shortly from the 501st. Anakin Skywalker was the first off the ship immediately heading for Kenobi, with Ahsoka following half a step behind him. Ahsoka grinned widely and waved at you, and you let out a laugh at the girl’s antics. Giving a questioning glance to her Master, which he responded with a nod, she suddenly burst into a run, heading straight for you. You let out a low grunt when she smacked into you, and squeezed tightly. When Cody snickered, you silenced him with a quick glare.

“Hello, Commander Tano.”

“Hey Doc!”

General Skywalker nodded at you from where he stood with Kenobi, and pulling away from Ahsoka, you sent them both a curious glance.

“You lot haven’t been causing too much trouble for Kix while I’ve been gone?”

“Oh come on, Doc, we would never.” A new voice answered, unfiltered by the helmet he usually wore. You grinned and spun back around, to see your Captain stepping off the ramp, grinning all the while. You laughed and shot into his arms, smiling when he kissed your temple. Without hesitation, you took his face in your hands and kissed him hard. He grinned against your lips, technically neither of you were on duty yet. Your heart swelled in that moment, even seconds together – while not even close to being enough – after a few weeks made you almost blissful. He pulled away for a second, and tapped a finger on your wrist guard.

“Good to see you’ve replaced our stripes already.” He gestured to the newer, thick yellow line that was now painted next to the two blue, already starting to chip away after weeks of working.

“Oh please.” You rolled your eyes and gently slapped his arm, you wanted to catch up more, fill him in on the past few days, but Skywalker interrupted the two of you.

“Alright lovebirds, sorry doc, but I need to steal my Captain away, you can have him back when this is over and done with.” You laughed, but leant up and pressed a kiss on his cheek before he started in the same direction as the General’s and Commander’s.

“Just make sure you return him to me in one piece please? ” Cody had whacked him on the shoulder then, and you grinned harder. “Oh, and Cody?” The Commander spun and looked at you, and took in your folded arms and disgruntled expression. “Do not punch any droids today, otherwise I can and will amputate your arm.” The poor man looked thoroughly disturbed as Ahsoka broke out with a bright grin and elbowed them both, and Rex spun and gave you a thumbs up, mid-laugh. He mouthed an ‘I love you’ and begun to follow after Kenobi and Skywalker, Cody and Ahsoka still trying to tease him. You watched as he shoved them back, as they disappeared down a corridor and out of sight. Despite the light-hearted nature of the interaction, you couldn’t shake the feeling that today would go badly.

 Your heart was racing when he was brought in. There was blood spilling from a gash on his forehead, and you could see when his chest plate moved with his breathing, it wasn’t quite right, rising in two separate motions. It had stopped you from moving, eyes staring after him as Kix started his work. Your muscles were begging you to let you run to him, to help Kix in anyway you could, despite knowing that he was a very capable medic, and no further harm would come to him here.

Your patient, who when you turned around was giving you an almost amused smirk under all the dirt that was caked on him, cleared his throat.

“You know, you could just go and help him, I’ll be fine.” You made a noise half-way between a sigh and a groan, before shoving your anxieties away. He’ll be fine. You had worse problems to deal with, like preventing a dumbass wise Jedi that didn’t know what taking care of himself first was from escaping the medbay.

“And leave you to try and escape again? No chance, General.” He flinched gently as you prodded his ribs, which you determined were likely broken on account of Grievous hitting him with a well-aimed kick. Kenobi feigned a confused look.

“I would nev-” You rolled your eyes before he cut himself off with a groan as you pressed against another rib.

“Yes, you would. You’re already going to be here for the night, don’t force me to make it two,” his smirk flattened as he gave you a blank look. “If I had half a mind, I would keep you here for a week, considering I’ve now had to deal with yours, your padawan’s and your padawan’s padawan bad habits of not coming to or just plain trying to escape the medbay!”

Hours later, once the sun had set, you’d finally gotten the stubborn Jedi to remain in place. Kix was around the medbay somewhere, and almost everyone in here was silent, in a dead sleep after a hard-fought battle. You’d started singing a lullaby in mando’a under your breath, hoping that actively thinking about the lyrics would keep you awake, even as your hands were trembling slightly and your feet ached. You wouldn’t have to stay in the medbay too much longer, Kix would wake up soon and take over the rest of the night shift, as all there is left to do in these hours is monitor heart rates and make sure those who were awake weren’t in pain.

You stopped by Rex’s side, looking up at the monitor, all the while you kept singing quietly. You looked down to your datapad to enter the reading, and noticed that the beeping of the machine had increased. Sure enough, when you looked again, his heart rate was much higher than what it had been earlier, on instinct you felt your own skyrocket at the thought of something being wrong.  You immediately stopped singing and turned to look at his face, where his nose was scrunched, and you could see the movements of his eye beneath his eyelids.

“Rex?”

And one of his eyes cracked open slightly, you sighed heavily in relief. He’s awake.

His mouth pulled into a soft smile to mirror your face, both of his eyes trying to blink the tiredness away. Your eyes began to water as you took a seat beside his bed, and took one of his hands in your own. Slowly, he squeezed back.

“Hey, cyar’ika.” His voice was gravelly and thick with sleep, but it was a good sign that he could recognise you and speak at all.

“Hello, my love,” You said, brushing your hand against his cheek, and letting out a quiet, airy laugh when he blinked slowly and leant heavily into your hand. He was quite possibly still feeling the effects of the pain medication he had been put on hours ago. You noticed his eyes started flicking around the medbay, darting from patient to patient. “Can you tell me what the date is and then what happened?”

Still blinking slowly, one hand rubbed his face, and the other squeezed yours again. He spoke the correct date and then began rattling off details about the mission, from Commander Tano running ahead and Skywalker nearly losing his mind at the teenager, all the way up until he very nearly got blown up. You took in a deep breath when he finished his recount, all his memories were intact.

You raised his hand to your lips and pressed a kiss across his knuckles. Tiredly smiling at you, he reached up and tucked a hair behind your ear. The relief you felt was palpable as he seemed to be mostly there. You stood from the chair, untangling his hands from your hair, and checking the box on the datapad, signifying no signs of serious damage. You stared at his face once more, eyeing the cut on his temple and just taking in all the details.

“Alright, Rex, get some more rest in please. You’re likely going to be cleared tomorrow, so you’re going to need to be in good shape.” He groaned and grabbed your hand again, moving his thumb in small circles. Okay, maybe he was still on too many meds.

“Riddur, you need sleep, and I have more patients to see.” In an unusual show of emotion, he pouted.

“But I just want to hear you sing?” You flushed, knowing that he had most definitely heard you when you first walked over. You laughed softly, and brushed his cheek again.

“Is that what it’ll take for you to go back to sleep?” He spent a second thinking on it, before he nodded once, barely perceptible if you weren’t standing beside his head. Definitely still feeling the after-effects of the meds. You leant down and kissed him gently, stepping back before murmuring the soothing words in mando’a. He sighed and his eyes slid shut, as you walked away, allowing him to drift off, listening to the soft-spoken voice that sounded like honey and reminded him of a home that he had with only one person.

BONUS:

“No, you are not cleared!”

“I feel fine-”

“That means the pain meds are working! General Kenobi, three of your ribs are broken, and literally every other rib is bruised!”

“Doc, I’m sure Obi-wan is-”

“No, Skywalker, he is not! My medbay, my rules! And my rule is that he stays until he’s healed!”

“We outrank you, you know that right?”

“Not here, you don’t!”

“But-”

“Don’t you start, I could confine you here as well! Don’t think I didn’t see you injure your shoulder!”

“Kark, nope, Ahsoka, let’s go.”

“Anakin!”

[fallenjedii]

haunted memories ; ii of iv.

it's chaos as soon as you land in kashyyyk. you're thrown into battle the moment you and cal step off the ship, blue and [color] lightsabers clash with blaster bolts, returning them to the sender. it's amusing to hear the stormtroopers chatter, going from arrogant to scared in mere seconds.

" i think they're scared! "

" wait, i'm the only one left? "

it never ceases to make you smirk. cal can tell you're amused, one of the rare smiles adorning your features. you were graceful, elegant even, while wielding your weapon. every move, every strike was carefully thought out and executed with sheer excellence. he could tell you've had practice over the years, whereas he still felt rusty. silence consumes the immediate area, taking advantage of the moment for a quick breather.

bd-1 scavenges the area, scanning everything and anything they could, chirping at the both of you for the new entires. you smile, cal's heart skips a beat.

" thanks, bd. i'll be sure to read them back on the ship. " cal smiles, thinking of it. you two had made a habit of reading them together, cal casually resting his head on your shoulder while you read the entires aloud. did he tend to fall asleep to the sound of your voice? yes, but he still enjoyed being close to you.

you were one to reject most people's touch, the sheer anxiety it gave you was overwhelming. it was you, actually, who initiated the first contact with cal. you touched his shoulder, bringing him out of a bad meditation. your concerned face greeted him, but he was more shocked at the fact you actually touched him. it spiraled from there.

the one thing he couldn't touch was your lightsaber. it was sacred to you, and you knew cal would experience all the pain and hurt you held onto over the years-- that was something you didn't want to put him through. besides, it didn't seem fair to you if cal knew what happened to you during order 66 when you didn't even remember.

the two of you, along with bd-1, make the trek to the nearest camp, only to see pillars of black smoke ahead. cal turns to you, he can see the concern on your face.

" _____, look at me. " his voice is softer than usual, prompting you to look into jade eyes. they're soft, caring. there's something there you notice, but you can't put your finger on it. a shaking hand comes up to your cheek, brushing against your skin gently. it sends electricity through you-- the good kind.

" before we go in, i want you to know... that... " his voice trails off, he's chickening out. he wants to tell you how he feels so bad, but his throat feels like it's closing up. bd-1 gives an encouraging nudge, along with a high pitched trill. cal chuckles, the panic fading. " that i'll be by your side, no matter what. you mean everything to me. so, _____... " he grabs both of your hands, holding them in his own.

" let me protect you. "

you can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage, lips slightly agape as the realization hits you. he likes you. cal kestis like you. and you like him. your lips upturn into a smile, the biggest one cal has ever seen, and it takes his breath away. you grip his hands tightly, bringing them to your chest.

" then... let me protect you, too. " you finally manage to say, breathless by what just transpired. you both lean forward, foreheads touching. both of your eyes are so full of admiration and adoration, and they begin to drift shut while your lips brush against each other-- until there's a loud crash to jolt you out of the tender moment. you both look towards the pillars of smoke again, then to each other with an understanding nod.

without any hesitation, you both book it to the camp. cal is a couple feet ahead of you before you're struck with another migraine, lights becoming all too bright while the ringing in your ears paralyze you. you fall to your knees, pressing against your temples in an attempt to make it stop. you hear cal call your name before you're rendered unconscious.

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[kumeko]

Title: rust at the edges

A/N: For mino, for a dimilix exchange! I absolutely loved the prompts I was given. enough that I want to write the second prompt too. Fingers crossed I finish it!

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Felix tugged at his collar. The bowtie was constricting, almost choking, and he bit back a growl of frustration. It was bad enough his father forced him to come to the capital in the first place; to throw on the formal wear on top of that was pure torture. The suit felt too stiff and bulky and he felt almost like a marionette as he moved.

 “Uncomfortable?” Glen asked, standing tall next to him. There was a lazy smirk on his face, as though he was enjoying a private joke, and Felix hoped the joke wasn’t him. His brother didn’t look the least bit phased by the situation.

 Then again, maybe he was just used to it, helping their father as much as he did.

 “Yeah.” Felix frowned, his cheeks puffing as he sulked. They’d been standing in the castle’s ballroom for years it felt like, waiting in line to greet the royal family. All around them, the other nobles quietly chattered with one another, low murmurs that sounded like snakes hissing in the grass. “Why am I here?”

“You said you wanted to help out,” Glen chided. He crossed his arms, raising a brow as he looked down at Felix. “Did you change your mind?”

 “No.” Felix scowled. “I just thought I would help on the battlefield.”

 “Don’t let the chandeliers and jewels fool you. This is a battlefield too.” As Felix blinked at him blankly, Glen chuckled and ruffled his brother’s hair. “You just have to say hi to the prince and then you can go.”

 “Really?” Felix squinted at his brother distrustfully; Glen had tricked him before. Many times, actually. He wasn’t sure what Ingrid saw in him. “You mean it?”

“Of course.” Glen stepped forward as the line moved. “Just make sure to be polite and—”

 “And make sure Father doesn’t get angry,” Felix finished, rolling his eyes. He tugged on his collar again with a grimace. “I know, I know.”

 “Great.” Glen stood straighter, his smile tightening. He adjusted his sleeves quickly.  “Because we’re here.”

“Wha—” Felix cut himself off as the people in front of him dispersed and suddenly, he and his brother were at the front of the line. The ballroom itself was magnificent to behold, with candles in niches and ornate carving on the wall. All of this paled in comparison to the three regal thrones that stood in front of him, on an elevated platform. The armrests were carved like lion heads, inlaid sapphires and rubies giving them a facsimile of life. Candlelight softened the harsh edges of the throne.

 Dressed in blue silk, a kind queen waved at them from the leftmost throne. Felix knew he was staring, his eyes jumping from her to the stern king in the middle throne before finally settling on the young prince on the last throne. He was staring and his father would be angry, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. As it was, he was having difficulty remembering how to breath as he gaped at the golden prince who smiled like sunlight.

 Felix tore his eyes away before they burned. They were the same age but everything about the prince felt softer, more fragile. Dimly, he was aware his brother was kneeling, and Felix quickly feel to his knees as his brother nudged him gently.

 “Your majesty,” Glen greeted, his voice slightly deeper. Any other time, Felix would have teased him for that. Now, he was too aware of the prince, of his stare.

 “Glen.” The king inclined his head slightly. “It is good to see you. I trust you are well?”

 “Yes, your majesty.” Glen lifted his head, facing the king head on. “I have brought my brother here as well. In time, I am sure he will come to aid both you and the young prince.”

 Felix quickly looked up. “Y-yes.” He stared at the prince, at his blue eyes and kind smile and nodded quickly. “I’ll make sure to protect his highness.”

 He thought the prince smiled wider at that, but he couldn’t be sure.

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Felix tightened his grip on the reins, pulling them short as he stopped his horse. Around him, a battle raged, soldiers screaming as they charged at one another. The rain had stopped hours ago but the field was still slippery, mud splattering everywhere as swords clashed and heavy metal boots stomped. It was chaos and he didn’t know where to turn.

 Glen would have known what to do. Glen would have seen this all and known just where to go. Bile rose up Felix’s throat and he leaned over his horse to hurl.  For all his knowledge, Glen was dead and Felix didn’t know how to feel about that. Even now, it didn’t seem real, that his brother had died protecting the king, that the king was dead and a war now filled the vacuum left behind.

 Did Ingrid know? Felix didn’t think he could tell her, didn’t think he could watch her face break at the news. He had seen how she’d looked at Glen, how her eyes had brightened whenever they’d visited. There was a bitter aftertaste in his mouth as he straightened up, wiping his mouth. An arrow whizzed overhead and he ducked.

 He was in a battle. There was time to think about this after; right now, he had to survive. No, more than survive—he was here for a specific reason: Dimitri was fighting. Dimitri was fighting and Felix had promised to protect him and while he didn’t know what Glen would have done, Glen would have wanted him to keep that promise. Forcing down the nausea, he drew his sword and quickly scanned his surroundings.

 Enemies and allies alike were coated in mud, their colours hidden behind a thin layer of brown. To his right, there was a large clash of foot soldiers, with lancers on horseback charging down at them. A loud neigh directed his attention to his left. A black stallion reared, a man with a spear clinging to its back. No, not just any man, it was Dimitri.

 And his spear was covered in blood.  

 Dimitri laughed darkly, twirling his spear above him before plunging it into the chest of a soldier in front of him. There was nothing clean about his cut. Almost savagely he yanked the lanced out of his opponent, leaving a jagged mess as he urged his horse to run down another enemy. It was like watching a feral animal, each blow wilder than the last. Blood flecked his blonde hair, his face, but none of that deterred the prince.

 Felix almost dropped his sword at the sight. The prince had gone mad. It was almost beautiful, the carnage, the smooth flow as Dimitri speared soldier after soldier. Vomit rose up his throat once more and this time, Felix didn’t fight it.

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It was unfortunate, really, how small the academy was. The dorms were all hemmed together, the classrooms right next to each other, and narrow corridors connected them all. Ever a creature of habit, Felix always took the same route to the training grounds. The same tiny hallway where unfortunately Dimitri was returning from his daily practice.

 Felix clicked his tongue. He should have waited a little longer. Now he was going to have to deal with it. Maybe, just maybe, the boar was tired—

 “Felix!” Dimitri greeted cheerfully.

 —and of course he wouldn’t be so lucky. Squaring his shoulders and clenching his jaw, Felix continued to march forward, ignoring Dimitri.

 “Felix?” Dimitri repeated, stepping to the side until he blocked Felix’s path. And of course, because of how small this place was, it was entirely impossible to walk around him. “Heading for some training?” He smiled brightly, as though he were a man and not a beast.

 “I don’t waste time on animals,” Felix spit out, his right hand curling into a fist.

 “You really do hate me.” Dimitri frowned, his sunny smile dimming slightly. “I cannot understand it.”

 “There is nothing to hate,” Felix corrected sharply. “You are just a boar, a wild animal. I don’t think about such things.”

 “Boar?” He bit his lip and rubbed his forearm awkwardly. “I would hope you would think a little more of me than that—we are childhood friends.”

 “Friends?” Felix snorted. “I do not become friends with animals.”

 “And I am not an animal,” Dimitri rebuked, a trace of anger in his voice.

 “…no, I suppose not.” It would be so easy to forget. To remember that sunny child from their youth and let it all go. Dimitri looked like a perfect prince, just steps away from taking his place on the throne.

 Blood-soaked steps away. The pretty child might have turned into a handsome man, but all Felix could see was the smirk on Dimitri’s face as he taunted his victims. The dark laughter as blood sprayed on his uniform. The bitter aftertaste of bile hadn’t left his mouth.

 Felix stepped to the side, forcing his way past Dimitri. “Animals don’t do what you’ve done.”

 Dimitri flinched and he felt a small satisfaction at it. A small heartache at it.

[fatehbaz]

Thank you :) I appreciate your posts and love deserts so will be glad to read when you have a chance to do, thanks! no rush!

I love deserts too, and, despite feeling most at home in temperate rainforest, and my love for the ocean, I still can’t help but associate deserts with nostalgia for childhood, having grown-up around badlands, cactus, and other dryland environments. So, I know you sent this before I got a chance to answer your first ask, but I wanted to share with you another cool passage about deserts and Southwest folklore, from the same article we’re talking about.

Here, the author summarizes the folklore, myths, and tropes that Americans usually consider when thinking about deserts of the Southwest. Since you’re into deserts, I thought this might be interesting.

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The southwestern deserts still retain today something of the air of mystery and fascination they held in the early eighteenth century, when the alienness of the terrain prompted stories of mountains of salt 180 miles long and 45 miles wide a thousand miles up the Missouri, of mammoths, Welsh Indians, and the lost tribes of Israel (Morris 1926, 190). These days, mention of the American desert is equally likely to prompt speculation about crashed spacecraft, secret scientific experiments, government cover-ups, occult Indian ceremonies, and drug smuggling and other varieties of organized criminal activity. The stories have changed, but the perceived otherworldliness of the arid zone has remained. The trope of the desert as without form and void enables the proliferation of all other tropes; the desert becomes the place of infinite metaphorical multiplicity.

The extent to which the terrain of the desert Southwest has been shaped by the history of the metaphors that both derive from it and are laid over it is properly the subject of what follows. The metaphorical construction of the desert, despite historical change, has remained largely consistent with the notions of vacancy and chaos, notions that enable the validation of particular cultural and political ideological positions. From the overarching conception of the desert as vacancy, at least five main rhetorical tropes emerge. These are, first, that acceptance of the desert’s emptiness, and thus its uselessness, allows the space to become the venue for unhindered experimentation, a testing ground both physical and spiritual. Second, the desert is a metaphor of apocalypse, evidence of the ultimate wasteland. Third, the desert is often apprehended as the limit to reason, its vastness and tendency to alter habits of perception making it a physical challenge to expected modes of comprehension. Following from this, the desert can become either a venue for an escape from modernity, an elemental alternative to the rational order of “civilized” life, or, conversely, representative of the chaos of an unordered primal “nature” that must be resisted and expunged. Finally, as the American desert lies within the economically emergent post–World War II “New West,” the desert can increasingly be seen as representative of aspects of contemporary capitalism: a space without boundaries, unhindered and unregulated by old practices and habits. Las Vegas, of course, is the fastest growing city in the United States [at time of publishing, in 2001].

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John Beck. “Without Form and Void: The American Desert as Trope and Terrain.” 2001. 

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[yoonminnow]

Waiting (01)

→ pairing | Jungkook x Reader x Hoseok

→ word count | 9.5k

→ genre | Restaurant AU | host!Jungkook | waiter!Hoseok | crack, smut, and just a dash of angst for flavor

→ summary | Nauseating hangovers, grouchy bartenders, and stoned bus boys are just a snapshot of your daily life working as a waitress at BigHit restaurant. However, through the chaos, your new bunny-teethed trainee manages to capture your attention. Too bad romance and the restaurant industry go together about as well as Namjoon and sharp objects.

→ warnings | explicit sexual content, language, drinking, drugs (kind of), just general bts crackhead behavior.

A/N: Inspired by the movie of the same title as well as my own experience as a server. Believe me when I say it’s as much of a shit show as I make it out to be.

Part ii, (Coming Soon!)

The sway of your car makes you grunt in pain as you pull into the parking lot of BigHit Restaurant, BHs for short, or BigShit as it is so affectionately referred to as by you and your coworkers.

A hangover from Park Jimin’s party the night before sits nauseatingly in your skull, but you’re hoping the Advil you had taken dulls the ache before you inevitably slide your card into that damned POS system to signify the start of your eight-hour hell of a shift. Speaking of which, you glance at your car clock to see you have three minutes before you need to head inside. You silently curse at yourself for taking those last two, okay, two and a half tequila shots when you knew you had to be up for a morning shift, But, to be fair, Jimin’s parties only came around so often. And by so often you mean at least three times a month, but who’s counting really?

A groan escapes your lips as your hand swings behind your passenger seat to grab your apron. You had folded it nicely after your shift yesterday, but either Jin or Taehyung must’ve knocked it to the ground when you drove them to the party yesterday. Scoundrels. You eye the wrinkled garment before shrugging and tossing it to hang over your shoulder.

A final glance at the clock tells you that your time is up, so with a shameful amount of effort, you pull yourself from the car and make your way towards the ever so slightly totalitarian looking building. It had recently received a renovation as part of the company’s attempt to make the atmosphere more “hip” so as to appeal to a younger demographic. However, the designer had been a little overzealous with the industrial-eco-minimalist-Pinterest-esque design and the restaurant now looked like a high-class prison with an assortment of plants and string lights sprinkled on top. The day after the reveal, Yoongi had come into work wearing a bright orange jumpsuit and Manager Bang nearly had his head for it.

Your temple pulses as you force open the heavy wooden door, reminding you yet again of your poor decision-making skills, but luckily, you aren’t waitressing this morning. Manager Bang had listed you as a trainer on the schedule for today, and though you’d much rather be balls deep in a Black Mirror binge session, training is definitely preferable to dealing with the snobby customers that make up the weekday lunch rush. You’ll let Namjoon deal with that today.

Speak of the devil, you catch sight of Namjoon prepping his tables upon you entering the dining area. His hair is slightly disheveled to match his backwards apron, and judging by the puffiness of his eyes he managed to get about as much sleep as you had.

“Greetings, Joon!” you call out from the doorway.

Your shout causes his hand to flail in shock, and subsequently knock over the salt shaker he had been filling. The icy stare he directs at you would probably be more intimidating if you hadn’t seen him curled up on the couch clutching onto Jimin’s thigh just a handful of hours earlier.

“God, what are you, a drill sergeant? Shouldn’t you be as miserable as me?” he grumbles out, sweeping the salt from the table into his cupped hand.

“Ah, from years of practice I have become a master of masking pain. Plus, I didn’t drink as much as you did. Come to think of it, no one did.” you claim as you walk over to Namjoon to help him refill the formerly filled shaker.  

“Mm.” Namjoon hums in response. “Was it that bad?”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Jin doesn’t even remember.” you shake your head.

“Remember what?”

“Oh. Uhm, nothing.” you spew out.

“Y/N, what did I-”

“So anyway, your shirtless rendition of Careless Whisper was really something to behold!” you quickly change the subject.

“M-my what?”

“Don’t fret, your rhythm-was-wonderful,” you say as you pat his shoulder to punctuate each word.

“Please, stop talking.”

Driven by his discomfort, you slowly bring the salt shaker up to your mouth to pose as a microphone. “I’m never gonna dance again,” you croon out, reaching your hand up to run it down Namjoon’s unamused face. “The way I dance with youuu-”

“Ehem.”

The sound of a throat clearing prompts you to whip around, sodium mic still in hand, only to find yourself face-to-face, or rather face-to-bald-spot with your manager.

Despite his looming presence in the restaurant, Manager Bang’s physical stature doesn’t quite hold the same imposing quality. His wispy black hair reaches just about eye-level for you, and though this sometimes causes your neck to ache when you have to stare down at him for extended periods of time, it does mean that on this one particular occasion you are able to see over his head into the large brown doe eyes of whom you can assume is your trainee for the day.

The round eyes blink at you when you meet their gaze, remaining for what is likely considered a moment too long before your attention snaps back down to Manager Bang.

“Y/N, this is Jungkook. Jungkook, Y/N. She will be your trainer for today.”

“Hello.” the young boy named Jungkook smiles out, exposing a cute set of bunny-like teeth, and you can’t help the tug at your lips as you continue to take in his soft young features.

“Welcome.” you beam back, realizing you still have the salt shaker held up to your face. You quickly set the offending object back down onto the table before wiping your palms down your apron.

“Y/N is one of our strongest servers, and also our best host.” your manager relays to Jungkook.

“I’m the only host.” you correct.

“Making you the best!” Manager Bang proclaims.

“And the worst.” Namjoon digs from behind you.

You throw an elbow back, hoping to catch Namjoon in the side, but are met with only air and a self-satisfied chuckle from the waiter.

“She will teach you everything you need to know before tonight.” your manager directs towards Jungkook, to which he nods sweetly.

“Okay, then! Y/N, I trust you’ll mold this boy into an upright employee with your delicately skilled hands.” Bang booms as you try to hide your distaste with his peculiar choice of metaphor. “If you have any questions, I’ll be in the back.” Manager Bang announces before slipping past you. “And Namjoon, clean this mess up.”

“Yes, sir.”

You shoot a cocky smile back to Namjoon before turning your attention to Jungkook, who now has his bottom lip tucked under his teeth.

“Okay!” you clasp your hands in front of you and rock back onto your heels. “So, with that lovely image in our heads, have you worked in a restaurant before?”

“Uhm,” he speaks shyly while scratching at the back of his neck. “No, I’m actually- th-this is my first job like this.”

His mannerisms and slight stutter all serve to accentuate how damn young he looks, and though you fear his answer may sully your pride, your curiosity ultimately gets the best of you.

“Jungkook, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

“I just turned 21.” The corner of his lip turns upwards.

“Ah, I see,” you say, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of the crows feet around your eyes that you spotted this morning. “That makes you the youngest here then.”

“Is that bad?” Jungkook questions innocently.

“No, not at all.” you wave your hands. “Everyone’s cool. No initiation bullshit,” you say as you throw a glare Namjoon’s way, and though he doesn’t lift his head, the shrug he gives confirms that he knows you were speaking to him.

Rather than speak, Jungkook simply nods.

“Alright, so a tour!” you announce, turning away from the boy to face the open restaurant floor. “This is the main seating area,” you say as you fan your arm over the booths and tables that take up a majority of the floor space. “This is my section,” you say pointing to the booths at the middle of the restaurant, “in the center because I’m the best.” you joke loud enough for Namjoon to overhear. He clucks his tongue but doesn’t bother to start a feud.

“That section is usually Namjoon’s, who happens to be that beaming ball of light over there.” you gesture in Namjoon’s direction and he sends a lethargic wave back to Jungkook. “And the patio is usually Hoseok’s, who you’ll meet tonight.”

“Only three of you?” Jungkook questions.

“Two for the lunch shift,” you correct. “Three on dinner. Yoongi our bartender and Taehyung our busser can serve if we need them, but Yoongi is a grump, and Tae is...well.”

“He’s Tae.” Namjoon finishes for you.

“I guess I’ll find out what that means later.” Jungkook laughs.

“Oh, I’m sure you will.”

Jungkook trails close behind you as you walk him through the restaurant, pointing out different sections and features he’ll have to know. He follows obediently, and though he doesn’t speak much, he has a habit of humming confirmations when you’re explaining something. Which is why halfway through the tour, when you’re walking Jungkook into the kitchen, you notice the absence of his cute little hums. You cast a glance over your shoulder to make sure you haven’t lost him only to find his eyes aimed down at an angle. Is he staring at my...You halt your steps suddenly so that the boy almost bumps into you. His head speedily snaps up to your face, eyes wide enough to be telling of his misdemeanor.

You raise your brow to him as a slight smirk pulls at your lips. If he had been anyone else in this restaurant you would laugh out loud at his obvious gawking, but you spare the young boy the embarrassment. Besides, it’s not like you minded a young twenty-something checking you out. You owned these pants partially for that effect in the first place. Jungkook stutters as if he’s about to apologize, but you simply cut him off to begin explaining the different sections of the kitchen, though you can see his face getting redder with shame by the second. Cute.

“Ah, Y/N. You’re up early!” a voice calls out from the kitchen, pulling your attention away from the riveting explanation of the dishwashing station you had been giving.

“Jin!” you beam as the broad man rounds the corner to pull you to his side. “How are you feeling?” your tone suddenly laced with a hint concern.

“Why is everyone talking to me like that this morning?” Jin glances with wide eyes down to you. “Did something happen last night?”

“Wait, you don’t remember the thing?”

“What thing?” Jin questions.

“Last night, when you and Namjoon- you know what, nevermind.” you puff out a breath of air. “Jin, this is our new host, Jungkook!”

Jin glances skeptically at you before turning to Jungkook to shake his hand.

“Good to meet you.” he shoots out at Jungkook. “Is Y/N playing nice today?”

Jungkook’s scrunches his brows as he babbles, “She’s, uh yeah-”

“I’m always nice, Jin. Don’t give him the wrong impression.”

Jin snorts, “Oh yeah? What about the other night when Jimin hit on that hot mom from your section.”

You click your tongue in disdain. “I only slapped him because he said he deserved half the tips for that table!”

“Or how about what you did to Tae last month when he caught you and Hoseok-”

“Okay! Nice chatting with you, Jin!” you shout over him as you guide Jungkook by his arm towards the walk-in refrigerator.

“What did Jin and Namjoon do last night?” Jungkook asks under his breath as you tug him away.

“I’ll tell you later.”

The training session continues like this. You wind your way through the restaurant with Jungkook in tow. He scribbles down the occasional note on his training manual, but mostly he just listens and nods, a large contrast to the noisy boys you’re so accustomed to working with. Up until you are showing him the storage cellar of the restaurant you’re sure he’s only uttered a handful of sentences.

“You don’t talk a lot, do you, Jungkook?” you inquire as you start pulling paper towels off of the shelf to bring back up to the restaurant.

“Oh,” you hear Jungkook shuffle behind you. “I’m sorry.”

You laugh, placing a bag of after-dinner mints on top of your pile. “Nothing to apologize for. I’m just curious.”

“I’m actually not that quiet.” Jungkook rubs at his neck. “It just takes me a while when I meet new people. I-I’m pretty introverted.”

“I understand,” you say, brushing off your knees as you stand back up. “I’m exactly the same.”

Jungkook’s brow twitches upwards. “You? I don’t believe that.”

“What? Why not?” you tilt your head. “Are you calling me loud?”

Jungkook laughs, “No, not loud. I just can’t imagine you as an introvert. You’re so...social.”

You scoff at that. “Oh, you don’t know me that well, kid. I am the queen of asociality.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jungkook’s tone suggests the hint of a  challenge, and you are more than prepared to prove your social inadequacy.

“One time,” you pridefully begin, “I spent 45 hours in my room playing The Sims.”

“Oh, that’s nothing!” Jungkook brushes off your attempt. “Try a 72-hour overwatch marathon.”

You step closer as you cross your arms over your chest. You refuse to be out-lonered by a mere child. “I canceled going to a wedding last week to binge watch all the Harry Potters.”

Jungkook meets your steps and looks down at you from the bridge of his nose. “I failed out of one of my classes because I was refused to do the group work.”

“I only have two close friends.” you shoot back.

“I have one.” Jungkook cocks his head to the side, willing you to beat him.

“One time,” you smile, prodding your finger against Jungkook’s chest, “I went so long without talking to anyone that my mom filed a missing persons report.”

Jungkook’s mouth drops open. “Is that true?”

“Scouts honor,” you say, holding up three fingers.

“Are you even a scout?” Jungkook snorts.

“What does that matter?”

“What does that matt- it doesn’t mean anything if you aren’t a scout.” Jungkook garbles out.

You shrug as you turn to pick up your pile of items.“I always thought it was a figure of speech. Like, ‘time is money’ or ‘nip it in the butt.’”

“It’s ‘bud.’” Jungkook corrects you.

“What?” you pause mid-lift. “No, it’s ‘butt.’ Why would it be ‘bud?’”

“‘Bud’, as in cutting off the bud of a plant before it can grow,” Jungkook argues. “Why would it be ‘butt’? Like you’re going to bite a butt?”

“Well, I don’t know what you’re into,” you mumble as you shift the weight of the objects in your grip.

“Here, let me help you,” Jungkook says as he grabs almost everything you had gathered in your arms, leaving you with just two paper towel rolls.

“Jungkook, how am I supposed to withhold my authority over you if you just take my work.” you feign offense as you wave your paper towels above your head.

“Oh, sorry. May I please carry these for you, Ma’am.” Jungkook bows his head to you.

“Ew,” you cringe as you tap the bottom of Jungkook’s chin with your index finger, urging him to look back up. “Don’t call me mam.”

“Yes, sir.” Jungkook flashes his bunny teeth at you, and you mentally curse at your stomach for the backflip it does.

**

“Opening and closing hours for the restaurant?”

“12 to 10 Sundays and Mondays, and 11 to 11 Tuesdays through Saturdays.” Jungkook rattles off without hesitation.

“Good,” you praise. “And what is the proper term for the patrons of our restaurant?”

“Guests,” Jungkook answers readily.

“Excellent! We never refer to them as?”

“Customers.”

“Nice, Jungkook! Your quizzes are all finished.” you beam at the boy sitting across from you. “Do you feel ready for tonight?”

“I think so,” Jungkook says while thumbing through the pages of the employee handbook.

“You’re going to be fine. And if you need help I’ll be on the floor all night,” you assure him as you pick up the empty basket of fries you had shared from the center of the table. “So, I have to start getting ready for my shift, but seriously if you need me for anything-”

“I’ll come to find you.” Jungkook finishes.

“Good.” you nod, turning away to head to the kitchen, but Jungkook calling out your name triggers you to look back in question.

“Thank you for helping me today.” Jungkook’s shy smile returns to his face.

Your face suddenly seems to flush with heat, and you silently pray it’s because you’re coming down with something.

“Anytime, Jungkook.”

By 5 o’clock Jungkook has settled into his spot at the host stand. You watch him nervously eye the door as you clean down the tables at your section. You momentarily consider going over to give him a little pep talk before the rush kicks in just to boost his confidence, but it’s not at all because you want to catch a glimpse of his incredibly endearing smile again. That would be stupid.

You’re readjusting the drink menus for the third time when a voice from behind you nearly causes you to faceplant into the table.

“Hey, Y/N!” a far too peppy Hoseok chirps from behind you.

“Jesus, Hoseok!” you say standing up to straighten your apron. “How many times have I told you not to sneak up behind me?”

“Oh, someone’s a little grumpy today,” he says, lifting his hand out to deliver a pinch to your cheek which you swiftly slap away.

“Don’t play with me, I’m on a double shift today.” you groan, massaging the tight muscle in your shoulder.

“Why? Are we short-staffed?” Hoseok asks, letting his eyes linger on your exposed neck for a moment while you roll your head to the side.

“No, I was training the new kid.”

“New kid?” Hoseok whips his head around to seek out the new face. When he spots Jungkook over at the host stand his eyebrows raise up. “Oh, he’s just a baby!”

“He’s not that young!” you say defensively before you can stop yourself.

Hoseok’s eyes quickly move back to your reddening face. He pauses for a moment before a sly smile pulls at the edge of his lips.

“Oh,” he tilts his head, “I see.”

“What? See what? There’s nothing to see!” you garble out.

“Oh yeah? Because your cheeks are about as red as Tae’s eyes when he’s baked.”

“Wha- You-” you stutter out. “I’ll show you red.” you threaten as you rise to your tippy toes to squeeze Hoseok’s cheeks between your fingers, but he quickly bats them away.

“Y/N, as much as I enjoy your sweet caresses I actually wanted to ask you something.”

You lower your heels back down to the ground, letting your hand swing limply to your side. “Shoot.”

“Well, there’s this party on Thursday-”

“Hoseok.” you try to cut him off.

“And I was thinking that maybe-”

“Hoseok, no.” you grab the wrist of his gesturing hand to stop him. “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not! We haven’t gone out in over a month.” Hoseok begins to bring his free hand up to your waist before remembering you’re at work and dropping it back down.

“Yeah, and do you have any recollection of why it’s been that long?”

Hoseok pouts his lips out as if he’s thinking before shaking his head innocently.

“Hoseoook,” you drag out his name in annoyance. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what? I thought what we had going was pretty good!” Hoseok brings his hand up to squeeze at your hip quickly before releasing it.

“Oh yeah?” you ask with a false cheerfulness. “And at Jackson’s party, was it going good then too?”

“Jackson’s party? Y/N, that was just-”

“Hoseok,” you interrupt, “you don’t owe me an explanation, you aren’t my boyfriend. But I just- can we talk about this later?”

Hoseok takes a step closer to grab the wrist you had been wringing between your clenched fist. “Okay, but-”

“Uhm, Y/N?” a soft voice calls from behind you.

Your head spins to look over your shoulder only to be greeted with the sight of a wide-eyed Jungkook.

“I’m, uh, seating you at table 23.”

You cock your head to the side to find that there is indeed an older couple standing just behind Jungkook eyeing you suspiciously. You immediately shake Hoseok’s hand from your wrist and spin on your heel, a wide practiced smile breaking out over your face.

“Oh, welcome!” you spew out, as they slide into the booth. “Can I start you with some waters?”

Hoseok tucks his hands into his apron as he passes swiftly behind you, and you do your best to ignore the burn of his stare you feel against your cheek.

The rush hits the restaurant like a semi-truck that night. The decked out kind with all those fancy little lights and a bunk for the driver to sleep in. Having just you, Namjoon, and Hoseok on the floor was a big mistake, and you make a mental note to tell manager Bang that in an only slightly passive-aggressive text later.

Your party of 12 has just spilled something sticky on the floor when another table calls you over with the snap of two perfectly manicured fingers. They brusquely inquire about the location of their second entree, claiming they had been waiting over half an hour even though you know for goddam certain you punched in their order less than 15 minutes ago.

“Let me check right on that for you, okay?” you beam out before stomping your way over to the kitchen.

Upon entering the area, you find that dishes have begun to pile up on the expo line. Though you’d normally refrain from pointing fingers, you can’t help but notice that Taehyung has been recruited from his usual assigned post of bussing to running food to tables, which may potentially probably is the reason that two entrees and a side of mashed potatoes have gotten lost tonight.

“Tae!” you call out as he’s gathering three dishes onto a tray.

His head cocks up to acknowledge that he’s listening without stopping his work.

“Where’s Jackson? Isn’t he supposed to be running tonight?”

“Called out,” Taehyung mutters.

“Son-of-a… that’s the second time this week!” you complain to the dead air. “Okay, well when you get a second could you ask Jimin to bus table 21?”

“Mm,” Taehyung grunts in a way that does little to put you at ease.

You watch for a moment as Taehyung is about to lift his tray up when you notice that the dishes on it are not evenly spaced.

“Wait, Tae! You can’t-” you dive in just in time as the heavy tray starts to tip to the side. Your hand supports the weighty edge to prevent the dishes from spilling over, and besides the bit of scaldingly hot soup that has splashed onto your arm, all the dishes are safe and sound. A woosh of air escapes your lips as you help a frenzied Taehyung bring the tray back to the stand.

“Holy shit! Thanks, Y/N.” he gasps. “Bang would’ve had me killed.” Tae glances up to you as he speaks, and that’s when you notice the red glassiness that is painting the whites of his eyes.

“Tae, are you fucking stoned?” you hiss out to avoid anyone else hearing you.

“I-I’m,” he stutters out as you attempt to burn a hole in his nose with your heated stare. “I thought I would just be bussing today! I didn’t think it’d be a big deal.”

You roll your eyes as you quickly re-adjust the plates on the tray, and set two more on the forearm and palm of your opposite hand. You slide your hand to the underside of the tray before lifting all the dishes with a display of balance that only comes with the experience of too many damn years in this industry.

“You owe me for this.” you shoot back at Taehyung who watches in awe.

You quickly drop the dishes to the assigned tables in Namjoon and Hoseok’s sections before making a mad dash back to the kitchen to recover your missing entree.

“Hey, Jin!” you yell into the smoky abyss. “Where’s my clam linguine?”

“Did you check the system?” is what echoes through the exposed window a moment later, though all you can see is the back of a fry cook’s head.

You glance to the screen on your right to find that your dish is four items away from being ready.

“It says you’re making it!” you shout back.

“So we’re making it!”

“Seokjin, please! I got this woman on my back.” you groan into the window.

“Yeah, me too,” Jin says as he appears in front of you, hair pushed back into a black cap. “And I’m looking at her.”

You blow a strand of hair out of your face, realizing that you need to reassess your tactic.

“Wow, Jin,” you say as you bat your eyelashes at him. “Did I ever tell you how handsome you are?”

“Are you trying to woo your way to the front of the line, Y/N?”

“Me? Well, I’d never,” you say in an adopted southern accent.

“Work on your acting. Here’s your clams.” Jin says as he passes you a plate through the window.

“Oh my god, I love you!” you say grasping the plate.

“Yeah, don’t spread that around, okay? It’ll ruin my cred.”

You stick your tongue out at him before turning away to drop the plate at your table before making your way over to the bar. You make a quick pass by Jungkook who is hunched over the hostess stand. Stressed is an understatement if the shakiness of his hand crossing names from the waitlist is any indication. A sense of guilt washes over you for possibly not having trained him well enough for this, though, realistically it was Manager Bangs fault for starting him on a Friday night. That passive aggressive text is getting upgraded to a mildly-veiled threatening text.

“Hey, Jungkook!” you call out as you walk by. “Bump the wait to 30 minutes. The kitchen could use a break.”

“Oh, okay,” he says, nodding stiffly at you.

You smile and stride over to him to place a hand on the back of his tight neck, pressing into it lightly.

“Loosen up, you’re doing a great job,” you say as you bump your hip into his.

When he mirrors your smile to expose his bunny teeth you feel your chest jump, and you swiftly lift your hand away from him, suddenly realizing that the lack of distance you had created might not be the best choice. With a quick pivot, you head off to the bar.

“Oh,” you call back as an afterthought. “Will you get a busser on table 21?”

“Yeah, no problem!”

You shoot a thanks back to Jungkook as you walk into the bar, the familiar sight of an unamused Yoongi behind the counter bringing a grin to your face.

“Oh, Yoongiii-”

“Don’t start with me, Y/N.” he cuts in bluntly.

You feign a gasp as you press a hand to your chest. “Why, Yoongi. I’m hurt. I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

“Your fucking tables are running me up the wall.” the gray-haired man gripes, his tongue running the length of his cheek in aggravation. “Stop pushing the cocktails so hard.”

“Hey there, grumpy puss. Cocktails mean tips. And also, watch your language. There are children present.” you warn, nodding your head towards a family sat at one of the bar booths.

“What? Jungkook can’t hear me from all the way over there.”

Your mouth drops open in indignation. “He’s not that young!”

“Oh.” Yoongi smirks at your flustered face. “So, Hoseok was right. You have a thing for the new kid.”

“Don’t start.” You wrinkle your nose at Yoongi’s smug face. “And anyway, he’s only a few years younger than you, old man.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, Mariah Carey,” Yoongi says turning back to his drink order screen.

“Mariah Car- Excuse me, but if I’m going to be a cougar I’d like to consider myself more of a Demi Moore,” you argue.

“You wish.” Yoongi taps the screen to life only to groan in response to the items coming up on his list. You can see that your party of twelve’s drink orders fill up a majority of his screen, but it’s too late to duck away in shame before Yoongi is turning back to you.

“Y/N,” he exhales, making you wince. “You’re a beautiful girl, and you know I care very much for your tip percentage, especially because it feeds into mine. But if one more of your customers orders a goddamn frozen margarita, I’m going to shove it so far-”

“Woah, Woah there, mister. First of all, they’re guests.”

“I actually might stab you.” Yoongi groans, sliding a martini towards you.

“So long as the blood doesn’t get in the drinks.” you wink as you place the martinis Yoongi prepared on your tray.

“You better tip me out well today,” Yoongi grumbles out as you turn to exit the bar.

“Is that all I am to you, Yoongi? A source of income?”

“Don’t forget ‘massive thorn in my side.’”

A giggle escapes your lips as you slide through the bar doors.

“Did the bussers clean table 21 yet, Jungkook?” you ask as you pass by the host stand.

“Jimin said he’s on it.” the slightly less frantic looking host relays.

“Mm,” you hum skeptically as you make your way to your table to pass out drinks.

Upon reaching your table 21, you find that it is, in fact, still not clean. A mix of a sigh and a grunt leave your mouth as you glance around the restaurant in search of the blonde haired suspect. Your scanning stops when you spot the accused chatting up one of the guests by the bathroom, and your legs are moving before you prompt them to.

You catch Jimin’s attention when you’re just feet away from him, his eyes widening in panic as his back turns to press against the wall he had been previously leaning against. You close in on him until there are just a few inches separating, willing him to look up at your towering figure.

“Hi.” you greet with a pep in your voice that serves as a strong contrast to your invasive stance.

“Uh, Y/N-” he squirms, feeling uncomfortable with your aggressively joyous demeanor.

“Can I show you something?” you cut Jimin off, tilting your head to the side.

“U-uhm, yeah.” Jimin stutters out before turning to the girl. “I’ll talk to you lat-”

“Okay, let’s go.” you jump in, placing a heavy grip on his shoulder, guiding him back towards the dining area.

Once you’re out of earshot of the guest, you let your face drop.

“What the hell are you doing, Jimin?” you spit out. “Can’t you keep your dick in your pants for one shift?”

“I can assure you Y/N, my dick is very much in my pants.” Jimin mocks, glancing down at his crotch.

“Well, I can assure you that it won’t be for much longer when I chop it off.”

“Yikes.” Jimin recoils from the grasp you have on your shoulder.

You reach up to massage at your shoulder once you reach your table, exhaling a breath as you dig into the tight muscle. “Sorry, Jimin. I’m just stressed about making my rent this month. I need to pull good tips this week, which means I need all the tables I can get.” you admit. “I don’t mean to go all psycho on you.”

Jimin eyes the way you roll your neck, suddenly filled with remorse for causing more stress to you. You roll your shoulders back before bending over to start clearing off some plates.

“No, wait Y/N. I should do it.” Jimin makes a move to grab the plates from your hand.

“Don’t worry, Chim. It’s faster if we both do it anyway,” you assure him, stacking another empty plate onto your forearm.

“Fine.” Jimin relents. “But, at least let me buy you a drink to make up for it tonight.”

You kick your head to the side to get a strand of hair out of your face, bringing your eyes up to Jimin’s. “Fine.” you smile lightly.

“Good,” he says, grabbing the stack of plates from your grip. “And then maybe after I can help massage out your shoulder.”

“Jimin.” your voice sinks to a warning tone.

“Fine, sorry. It was worth a shot.”

You scoff, a smile pulling at your lips as you turn away from the younger boy to start wiping down your table.

**

Jungkook’s body molds easily into the pleather backing of the booth he’s secured in the employee break area, which is really just a set of tables tucked into the corner of the restaurant. He plops his sandwich that he ordered from you onto the table in front of him before stretching his arms above his head, an exaggerated groan leaving his mouth.

This first shift had fully been kicking his ass so far. He could already feel the ache of his legs from all the standing and running around he had done today. He hadn’t expected a hosting job to be so chaotic. In fact, when his mom sent him out to find a job to help with his tuition payments he had chosen this job because he figured it’d be easy money. It seems like the restaurant gods were laughing at him now for doubting the difficulty of the position.

It certainly could have been much worse though, Jungkook considers. Luckily, you had been there to swoop in multiple times that night and save his ass when he had screwed up.

Watching you fly across the restaurant, handling not only your job but picking up the slack of others made Jungkook have a whole new appreciation for serving, and especially for you. The way you handled yourself was different than anyone he had met before, and he knew that you were probably just being friendly with the way you treated him, but he just couldn’t seem to get your damn smile out of his head.

The image induces a goofy grin to bloom across Jungkook’s face as he reaches to pick up his sandwich, but the sound of a voice to his side quickly snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Hey!” Hoseok says as he pulls out a chair to drop into. “Jungkook was it?”

“Yeah, and you’re Hoseok?” Jungkook asks as he brings the corner of his sandwich to his mouth. Of course, he already knows that. He’s been seating guests in his section all night, but he sticks to the formality anyway.

“Yeah, nice to meet you.” Hoseok shoots a bright smile at the young boy. “So, how are you liking the place so far?”

“It’s good! A lot to take in, but, uh, I had a good teacher.” Jungkook smiles down towards his food, an action that elicits a head tilt from Hoseok.

“Yeah, Y/N’s something, isn’t she?” Hoseok pops a fry in his mouth while keeping his gaze on Jungkook’s face.

“Yeah, she’s- she’s really cool.”

The older server watches as a shy grin breaks out across the younger’s face, and begs him to clear his tightening throat.

“So, what rules has Y/N taught you so far?” Hoseok inquires as he leans back in his chair.

“Rules?” Jungkook raises a curious eyebrow at him before answering. “Uhm, don’t eat the after-dinner mints.” Jungkook recounts.

“That’s what I thought.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Okay, Jungkook. I’m gunna give you the lowdown on this place. Just some friendly tips.”

Jungkook swallows hard as he eyes the way Hoseok scoots himself closer to the table, hunching forward slightly as if he’s about to divulge something confidential. “What kind of tips?”

Hoseok brushes his finger along his bottom lip as he considers the question. “Think of this as an unofficial employee handbook.”

“Oh. Okay.” Jungkook wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Alright, so the first rule,” Hoseok says as he props an elbow up on the table with his index finger extended.

Jungkook leans in over his sandwich, fully attentive.

“Don’t piss off Min Yoongi.”

“Min Yoongi,” Jungkook repeats. “He’s the bartender, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Don’t let looks deceive you. He might be small, but he can cut you down faster than anyone, trust me.” Hoseok side-eyes the bartender across the lobby.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Let’s just say the last employee that messed with him had to be referred to a therapist once Yoongi was finished with him.”

“Wow.” Jungkook exhales. “Is the guy okay now?”

“He’s- well actually, no one really knows,” Hoseok crinkles his brow trying to think. “The company was mad because they had to pay for the sessions, but Yoongi never got nailed for it.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah, he’s a softie most of the time. Just don’t get on his bad side.”

Jungkook tears another bite off his sandwich and nods.

“Alrighty, rule number two. This one’s more for our own safety.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says around a mouthful of bread.

“Don’t let Namjoon near knives.” Hoseok crosses his hands into an X over his chest for emphasis.

“What?” Jungkook cocks his head. “But he’s a server. He has to use knives.”

“Nope, not him. Bang made it a rule after he nearly degloved his finger cutting into a guest’s birthday cake.”

Jungkook winces just at the term alone. “What does deglove-”

“Don’t mind that, all you need to know is it’s not pretty.” Hoseok waves Jungkook off. “So, if you see Namjoon with a knife, come find me or Y/N and we’ll handle him. We’re debating extending this rule to Taehyung, but I’ll keep you updated.”

Jungkook hums in agreement.

Hoseok clasps his hands together and rubs his palms before continuing. “Okay, last rule, and probably the most important.”

Jungkook reaches for a sip of his water as he keeps his eyes on Hoseok.

“No incestuous work relationships,” Hoseok says with a straight face.

“No incestu-” Jungkook coughs into his glass. His eyes water as he clears his throat, ridding it of the offending liquid. “So, you mean no dating?”

“No dating, no hookups.” Hoseok nods.

“Oh.” Jungkook clears his throat again as his sights unintentionally jump over to where you’re chatting with Yoongi at the bar.

“Don’t even think about it, kid,” Hoseok says as his eyes follow Jungkook’s. “She’s off limits.”

“I wasn’t-” Jungkook starts, turning his large eyes back to Hoseok.

“It’s okay, We’ve all been ther- Well, wanted to be there before.” Hoseok laughs. “You know how these things go. If it were to get ugly it’d make work pretty awkward, right?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, “right.”

“Just looking out for you, bud.” Hoseok outstretches his hand for Jungkook to accept.

“Yeah, no I appreciate it,” Jungkook says as he slides his palm against Hoseok’s.

“Alright, well I gotta head back in, I’m just on my 5. But me and a few of the others are grabbing drinks after the shift if you want to join.” Hoseok offers as he collects his plate from the table, his hand smoothing out the crease in his apron.

“Okay,” Jungkook smiles up at the older man. “I’ll be there.”

**

[Hoseok: 11:12] Heading out in a sec babe. Just rolling silverware now.

Babe. You try not to snort at your screen. You had been cut just before the restaurant closed, along with Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jimin. The four of you had headed over to a local bar to secure a table before everyone else got off the clock.

Hoseok made sure to catch you before you left to ask if you were joining them for drinks, and when you confirmed he told you he’d text you. A man of his word, as uncharacteristic as that may be, his text lit up your phone that had been perched on the table to your side. You continue to stare at the text without unlocking your phone before picking it up off the table and tucking it back into your pocket. He knows you’re here already, no need to answer him.

Rather, you turn your attention back to Jungkook who is seated next to you, dress sleeves rolled up and beer in hand. You will yourself not to drool at the prominent vein that twists in his forearm each time he lifts his bottle from the table, but your self-control seems to be at an all-time-low tonight. You’d blame it on the shitty shift, but you’re pretty sure it’s just a result of the boy in front of you.

In the atmosphere of your stuffy restaurant, it was quite easy to mistake Jungkook for a young kid. His sweet demeanor was likely what landed him the job in the first place. But now with his shirt collar unbuttoned and his ruffled hair pushed back from his face it was hard to imagine him as anything other than a handsome young man. Really handsome. Devastatingly so. You grip tighter to your glass of bourbon, trying to clear the thoughts from your head.

“So, you were telling me about your major?” you say, bringing the cool rim of the glass to your lips.

“Yeah, video game design.” Jungkook nods. “I’ve loved video games since I was in diapers, so I figured this was the most noble route to take to justify my obsession.”

“Well, it is noble. It’ll force more people into my chair when their eyes start to go bad.” you laugh, crossing your legs under the table.

“Oh, so you’re an ophthalmologist?” Jungkook perks up.

“Soon to be, I hope.” you sigh, running your finger along the rim of your glass. “I’m paying my way through, so it’ll take me a while to save up enough.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re the best waiter we have then.” Jungkook smiles warmly at you, and you mirror the action without trying.

“I resent that,” Namjoon calls from his seat across the table where he is chatting with Jimin.

“He means waitress,” you call back to Namjoon.

“You’re the only waitress,” Jimin states.

“Making her the best!” Jungkook adds.

“And the wors-”

“Oh my god, where’s the off switch?” you whine, tipping your head back to down the last few sips of your drink. Your throat burns from the sweet alcohol, but you welcome the feeling. As you bring your head back down, you notice a nice little film glazing over your vision now that you sit at a comfortable level of tipsiness.

Jungkook laughs at your expense, and the way his eyes crinkle at the corners makes your face heat up. You lean over to poke his thigh, imploring him to cease his taunting, but as you press your finger firmly to his thigh muscle you’re met only with pain as your finger bends back at an uncomfortable angle.

“Ow, what in the world?” you pull your hand back to your chest as if you had been burned. “Are you made of marble or something?”

“Carved by Leo himself.” Jungkook chuckles at your act of holding your limp hand.

“Da Vinci?” you question.

“No, Dicaprio. Da Vinci didn’t sculpt.”

“Oh and Dicaprio does?” you laugh.

“I’m sure that he’s capable, he’s a man of many talents.”

“Yeah, he sure is,” you say cocking an eyebrow up slowly.

“What? Don’t be weird, he’s like twice your age.” Jungkook twists his face sourly.

“What can I say,” you taunt as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “I have a thing for older guys.”

Jungkook chokes on the beer that he had just tipped into his mouth as you bite down on your tongue to silence your giggles.

“What’s so great about older guys?” Jungkook asks as he brings a napkin up to his mouth to wipe the dribble of liquid from his chin.

“I don’t know. They just seem to know what they’re doing, you know?” you continue to tease.

Truthfully, you hadn’t intended the conversation to head in this direction, but you were thoroughly enjoying the way Jungkook was getting riled up.

“Age doesn’t necessarily relate to competence.” Jungkook challenges while twisting his beer bottle back and forth by its neck, and please god stop looking at his arm.

“Well, I’ve never been given an example that proves otherwise.” you challenge, wishing that you were truly joking.

“You’re probably just looking in the wrong places.” Jungkook shrugs before taking a sip of his beer. “Besides, us young ones have more stamina.”

Your jaw goes slack as you try your best not to let your thoughts linger at the underlying intention of his words, but it’s difficult when Jungkook is watching your face for a reaction. You’re about to mumble out some half-assed remark about lasting ability when someone suddenly drops into the seat to your right, making you jump in surprise.

“Oh, fuck Hoseok! You scared me. Again.” you exhale as he brings his hand across the back of your chair.

“Oops, sorry.” he quips, clearly not sorry at all. He too has stripped down from his work uniform. His shirt slightly wrinkled from the day’s work and his hair parted around his face to reveal his forehead. You wish like mad that you didn’t see him as attractive, but alas, you find yourself once again gripped by his crushingly handsome features.

“Bang held me late. Didn’t you get my messages?” Hoseok inquires, letting his eyes linger on your bare legs for a moment before lifting back to your face.

“I, uh, put my phone away.” you offer lamely.

Hoseok clicks his tongue as he brings his hands down to the seat of his chair to scoot it closer towards the table. You think nothing of it, but it isn’t until you feel the brush of his finger against the outside of your naked thigh that you become fully aware of his proximity to you.

“So, what were you guys chatting about?” Hoseok pries, running his fingertip down to your knee.

You shift your leg under the table to halt his movements, but it simply urges his to grip onto your knee to still it.

“Uh, Leonardo Dicaprio,” you answer in an attempt to keep the conversation flowing. You shoot Hoseok a warning glance, silently imploring him to stop, but he avoids it by keeping his eyes trained on Jungkook.

“Yeah, Y/N has a thing for him.” Jungkook chuckles, unaware of your sudden change in demeanor.

“Is that so?” Hoseok teases with a squeeze to the soft muscle above your kneecap. “You never told me about that.”

“It’s, uh, nothing serious. We haven’t even set a date yet.” you joke, trying to distract yourself from the way Hoseok was massaging his fingers into the flesh of your thigh.

“She says that she prefers older men.” Jungkook continues to taunt, fully oblivious to the way your spine has straightened against the back of your chair, and how your hands are now anchored on your seat.

Hoseok’s fingers dig into the smooth skin of your inner thigh as he slowly sneaks them further up your leg. The skirt of your work uniform providing next to no barrier from the onslaught of his movements.

“Well, I’m not so sure that’s true.” Hoseok replies, his voice dipping in tone.

You wish like hell you didn’t enjoy this, that you could swat away his hand or even call him out. But the truth was that you had been craving his touch since you last felt it over a month ago. The familiar pressure of his fingers on your skin immediately drew a reaction from your body, as if it had been trained to respond to him. You could sense how you were heating up, a warmth blooming under the grip of Hoseok’s hand.

The tickle of his fingers at the hem of your skirt makes goosebumps break out across your legs, and you try to hide the shiver that runs through you. You vaguely realize that Hoseok and Jungkook are talking, but the haze of your mind has caused you to lose track of the conversation.

You’re trying to rid your head of its fog when Hoseok suddenly dips his hand beneath your skirt. His pinky and ring finger brush lightly against your clothed core, causing your already useless mind to go completely blank. The sensation urges you to take in a sharp inhale, your chest rising harshly with the sudden intake of breath. You sense Jungkook’s eyes move to your face from where they had previously been focused on Hoseok, but you drop your head to your lap to deflect his stares.

Your break in resolve does nothing to halt Hoseok’s efforts though. He pulls Jungkook’s attention back to him with a laugh as his hand continues to lift your skirt higher up onto your thighs. Your breath comes in short puffs as you anticipate his next movement, and when his fingers tap your sensitive clit, even over the barrier of your panties, the sensation shoots pleasurably through your core, forcing your thighs to clench around his intruding hand. Your jaw slackens, and the feeling in your chest threatens to bubble out in the form of a moan, but you hide it in time with a forced cough. You feel Jungkook’s eyes look to you again and suddenly your rational mind comes back full force yelling at you for being an idiot. Though every muscle in your body is begging you to stay, you know you have to stop this.

Without a second thought, you plant your palms on the edge of the table to push your chair back, the legs of your seat scratching noisily on the hard floor. Hoseok’s hand hastily retreats from your skirt back to his lap as your legs become visible from under the table.

Your actions must have lacked any and all subtlety because upon standing you notice that all your coworkers’ eyes, even those you hadn’t noticed arriving, have now turned to you.

“Uhm, bathroom.” you offer awkwardly as you feel your cheeks burn from the attention.

Your steps are hurried as you make your way to the darkened hallways leading to the restrooms, only stopping once your hidden in the dim light. You press your back to the wall to ease some of the weight from your wobbly legs, cursing at Hoseok for being able to affect you with so little effort on his part.

You’re taking a deep inhale to steady your breathing when you hear footsteps approaching, but you keep your head tilted back against the wall already having expected the perpetrator to follow you here.

“What do you want, Hoseok?” you mumble with your eyes closed.

“I just think we should talk.” the familiar voice responds from a few feet in front of you. You finally lift your head to look at the boy whose dark eyes are hidden partially from the shadow his bangs are casting on his face.

“I don’t know about you, but I usually talk with my mouth. Not my fingers.” you cock your brow to accentuate your annoyance.

“Sorry,” Hoseok apologizes, taking a step closer to you. “Fuck, I’m sorry. It’s just been a while. I’m not thinking straight.”

“Well, if you can’t keep your hands to yourself then you probably shouldn’t be around me.”

Hoseok looks down at your arms you’ve folded over your chest. The emotion he’s conveying on his face being something akin to a kicked puppy, but you refuse to fold.

“Are you really that mad at me?” Hoseok asks as he furrows his brow.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you lift one arm to press into your tight shoulder. “I’m not mad, Hoseok. You can be with whoever you want.”

“But you are mad, otherwise you wouldn’t be avoiding me like this.” Hoseok attempts to reason.

He takes another step forward to place his hand over the one you had been pressing into your shoulder, nudging it gently to the side to replace your fingers with his own. The pressure of his deft fingers massaging into your tight muscles is worlds better than your own, and you have to resist moaning when he twists his fingertips into a particularly tough knot.

“I’m not mad,” you say as your eyes slip closed, enjoying the rhythmic circles Hoseok was now kneading into your shoulder. “I just don’t want to be mixed up in it anymore. I don’t want to be one of many.”

“Y/N, you’re not one of many. I enjoy being with you. It’s just-” Hoseok hesitates, and you lift your lazy eyelids to watch him attempt to find his words again. “I’m just not ready-”

“Hoseok,” you interject, “I’m not asking you to commit. I’m asking you to respect that I don’t want to be a part of this anymore.”

It seemed a bit hypocritical to be telling Hoseok this when all you wanted was for him to continue touching you, but it needed to be said. You had been falling in and out of bed with Hoseok for close to half a year now to no avail. Not that you had begun this whole thing with the intention to breed a committed relationship, but when you found yourself becoming a little too attached it became hard to accept the mere bones he’d throw your way. A text here, a call there, an occasional drunken hookup on the weekends. It all just began to feel dirty in your mind.

This became especially clear to you when you saw him at your coworker Jackson’s party with another girl just last month. Taehyung and Jimin had spent the whole night by your side despite you assuring them you were fine, but truthfully you had gone home just past midnight that night and cried into your pillow with Adele on full blast. The next morning you had awoken with a new found determination to pull yourself out of this situation, and dammit you were not going to cave now just because of Hoseok’s beautifully skilled fingers.

You bring your arm up to brush Hoseok’s hand off your shoulder, and he allows his fingers to slide down to your upper arm.

“I get it. I’ve just missed you a lot,” he says as he takes another half step closer to you, his body just inches from pressing yours to the wall.

“I-I missed you too,” you admit. “But, Hoseok-”

“Y/N?” you suddenly hear someone call from outside of the hallway, their voice laced with concern. The soft tone clues you in that it’s Jungkook who is approaching, and you swiftly realize that you have no idea how long you’ve been gone now. He must have come to check on you after you were missing for so long.

You’re about to call back to him when Hoseok unexpectedly closes the remaining gap between your bodies, effectively pinning you with his hips. The weight of his torso stops your words in your throat and they are instead replaced with a grunt when your back is pressed further into the wall.

“Hoseok,” you hiss, glancing up at the boy to find that he’s already looking down at you. “What the fuck are yo-”

You’re silenced immediately as Hoseok presses his lips to yours, the end of your question getting muffled between your mouths. Your lips still against his, unable to move since your brain has decided to short circuit. He moves for you, slotting your bottom lip between his and sucking lightly. It’s just clicking in your mind to shove him away when you hear an exclamation come from the other end of the hallway.

“Oh, fuck! Sorry.” the distraught voice of Jungkook rattles off, though you can’t see him with Hoseok’s head blocking your vision.

You hear the squeak of what you assume is Jungkook’s shoe pivoting on the hardwood floors and a series of steps before you garner enough sense to bring your hands up to Hoseok’s shoulders to push his upper body off of you.

“What the fuck was that?” you hiss at the boy who’s only point of fixation now seems to be your lips. You twist them into a scowl, just to ensure your frustration is getting across. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m, uh, not sure.” Hoseok stammers, eyes glancing over your face. “I just heard him coming and- I don’t know.”

“Fucking hell, Hoseok.” you growl as you wiggle out from under his body. You run your hands through your hair before stomping your way out of the hallway, leaving Hoseok behind you.

“Where are you going?” you hear him call out from behind.

“Home.” you spit over your shoulder. “And don’t follow me.”

Part ii, (Coming Soon!)

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CarolEve, once again for both ship asks ;*

Part III of III (Find Part I here and Part II here)

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who’s the cuddler: They are both rather touch starved, Eve because she didn’t have what you’d call a healthy relationship with Niko and Carolyn because she doesn’t allow herself the vulnerability of true intimacy. One day when Eve is emotionally rattled and they are both in the elevator, Carolyn suddenly takes Eve’s hand. Eve doesn’t know whether this is just emotional manipulation or a means to exercise control but it works like a charm and she feels grounded. This happens a couple more times, each time when Eve is about to do something rash or impulsive and Carolyn is beside her, Carolyn reaches out and briefly takes Eve’s hand or rests her hand on top of her shoulder and Eve relaxes.

They often spend evenings together at Carolyn’s house and talk, have a glass of wine, and there are moments when Carolyn gets distracted and stares out of the window. Eve then looks at Carolyn and wonders if she ever gets lonely. Does she have anyone she can talk to? Does she have any true friends in her life that she trusts, people who know everything about her? Eve just intuitively reaches out and puts her hand on top of Carolyn’s. Carolyn almost seems startled at first, but then she looks into Eve’s eyes and something is different, whatever Carolyn usually holds back is now entrancingly close to the surface. But the moment is gone as quickly as it came, Carolyn merely gives her a small smile, withdraws and just pets the back of Eve’s hand in a conciliatory gesture, after which the evening resumes normally.

It’s a slow process until their small gestures grow more familiar, feel less out of place, but at some point little touches become a habit. Eve is the one who will at some point initiate an awkward hug and Carolyn doesn’t withdraw, nor really reciprocate, so Eve knows whatever she’s doing isn’t unwelcome. With every repeat Carolyn becomes more comfortable, even relaxes, and finally wraps her own hands around Eve’s waist. Building up trust with Carolyn is a long game since Carolyn doesn’t meet Eve halfway, she lets Eve go all the distance, just to see if she will. Carolyn tests Eve with every move and Eve knows Carolyn will withdraw her trust and favor any second she feels the need to.

who makes the bed: Neither. Eve is naturally rather messy and Carolyn just has other priorities. It’s safe to say that neither of them is very domestic. Also,  they both leave behind quite the chaos in hotel rooms when they’re abroad or on a mission. Carolyn makes sure Eve doesn’t forget anything important, like her tablet or her head.

who wakes up first: Carolyn. She is the first one to wake up and the last one to go to bed. Eve doesn’t know how Carolyn does it but it often seems as though she only needs the bare minimum of sleep to function. In actual fact Carolyn has just mastered the art of power napping. She can close her eyes anywhere and sleep for a couple of minutes and then wake up and act as though she hasn’t missed a beat.

who has the weird taste in music: Eve’s taste in music is more mainstream, Carolyn’s is rather eccentric. She listens to anything that strikes her fancy, musical theatre, classical music, reggae, old style disco music, swing, she also knows a lot of Russian songs and is a good dancer.

who is more protective: Neither, really. Carolyn is mostly protective of herself and her son. This will always take top priority, and would not change for anyone, not even people she has romantic feelings for, if she ever had them. She would put the mission and valuable assets above her own well-being but that barely qualifies as being protective, it’s her job. Eve seems to lack a basic preservation instinct, it is often overridden by her curiosity and her impulsiveness. Perhaps she would go out of her way to save Carolyn but it depends on her mood on that day and on the gravity of the situation. But let’s be real, Carolyn can take care of herself better than Eve ever could.

who sings in the shower: It’s not unusual for Carolyn to listen to music or whistle or hum a tune when she showers. She may seem scatter-brained or distracted in those moments but It helps her relax and turn off her busy mind.

who cries during movies: Carolyn. She compartmentalizes her feelings and barely allows herself sentimental attachments in real life, but she uses fiction as a safe outlet to do that. She can get rather emotional and sentimental over books, shows and movies, and always has some Kleenex ready when she watches or reads something. She wouldn’t share these moments with anyone she doesn’t trust.

who spends the most while out shopping: Carolyn. She has expensive taste in fashion, she only uses the best and most effective cosmetic products and she always likes to look her best. Having any exterior imperfections would equate weakness, an opportunity for someone else to analyze her and she cannot have that.

who kisses more roughly/ who is more dominant: Carolyn has many techniques to manipulate and control other people, sex and seduction is part of the game she plays. Eve is unpredictable and impulsive and as much as Carolyn doesn’t like that in a professional sense, it very much intrigues her on a physical level. Eve challenges her and often takes her by surprise with a move she cannot anticipate because Eve doesn’t follow any patterns. It isn’t easy to dominate Eve and that thrills and excites her.

my rating of the ship from 1-10: A full 10. They are challenging to write since Carolyn is such an outlandish goofball and an unreadable enigma all at once, and Eve is well… Eve, but I think they have an interesting dynamic. They wouldn’t work in any conventional sense by any means but that’s the fun of it, and there is definitely quite some canonical subtext between them.

It would have to be a cat and mouse game and a slow burn, I doubt they will ever fully trust each other until Carolyn’s motives are revealed and Villanelle is out of the picture but I definitely wanna explore them more in drabbles and fics so if you have any requests or prompts feel free to send them my way

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Make Every Moment Last by osakakitty 

( E | 6,885 | 1/1 )

There are days where Izuku Midoriya wakes in a different world. It is usually a world very similar to his own, but with noticeable changes. The thing that changes the most is Katsuki Bakugo. Sometimes he's a friend, sometimes he's not, and sometimes he's something else entirely.

Canon-Divergent story where Midoriya has the uncontrollable ability to travel to parallel universes. He sleeps in one, and may wake up in another. By seeing through the eyes of many different 'Izuku Midoriya,' he learns things about himself and Bakugo.

Caught Looking by EAter ( E | 6,537 | 1/1 )

He hadn’t meant to look, but once he did, he couldn’t stop. Izuku always knew Katsuki was attractive, in a sort of removed, passive way. He’s obnoxiously fit- with good posture and clear skin and those sharp, dangerous eyes.

Really, it’s a wonder Izuku hadn’t stopped to stare sooner.

[Underage]

Let's Be Alone Together by lalazee  ( E | 2,623 | 1/1 )

Prompt: Deku being aggressively forward in his pursuit of Bakugou, and how that big oaf would react to someone else actually making the first move.

“Are you going to spend your entire life wishing you’d kissed me or are you gonna grow some balls and fucking do it?”

K-9 by warschach  ( E | 18,304 | 1/1 )

Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

Too Early For This by Skaii  ( E | 7,882 | 1/1 )

In the process of rescuing a girl from a villain, Katsuki becomes afflicted by an aphrodisiac quirk. His pride refuses to let him be a victim. But for once, maybe Deku helping him won't be so bad...

Series Part 1 of The 'BD' in 'BDSM' is for BakuDeku

[Underage]

Lips, Teeth, Hands by litathesissy  ( E | 2,044 | 1/1 )

“Fuck me,” his omega said, and Katsuki dissolved.

Subliminal Desires by DMMegsie  ( E | 6,351 | 1/1 )

Being at the top is hard. Public apperances, travelling the world, and fighting villains to boot.

Yet at the end at the end of the day sometimes it is good to just sit back and relax.

At least that's what Katsuki Bakugou is thinking when returning home from another trip to his apartment and Izuku.

bakugou katsuki becomes a power bottom by writedeku  ( E | 3,496 | 1/1 )

It is hard to describe what Izuku is doing to him, the extent of which he’s being — it suddenly occurs to Katsuki when he belatedly realises his nose is buried into his crotch — he’s being used. Him! Bakugou Katsuki, on the track to becoming the best hero in Japan, is being used. He pulls off to catch his breath, tears brimming in his eyes, his throat hoarse —

My Youth Is Yours by lalazee ( E | 2,419 | 1/1 )

“I love you.” “Gay.” “Are we really having this conversation while your dick is - oh.”

Hatred by OwlWanderer ( E | 1,008 | 1/1 )

I hate you. God, I fucking hate you so fucking much.

Pure Morning by lalazee  ( E | 1,680 | 1/1 )

Dreamy, morning sex.

Prompt fill for: Bakugou bottoming for the first time, with praise kink.

Spice by Revenant_Crown  ( E | 1,489 | 1/1 )

All Midoriya wants is to be used and there's only one person who can give him that—Bakugou Katsuki.

Series Part 3 of Kinktober 2017 Part 1 of Imposition

Panic by iknewaman  ( E | 22,725 | 1/1 )

Katsuki's experienced a load of 'firsts' in his lifetime, but his most memortable ones include the firsts he shared with Deku.

[Underage]

It's Better Than Drinking Alone by osakakitty  ( E | 7,116 | 1/1 )

On the fourteenth of July, Izuku Midoriya's girlfriend called him to her place, and dumped him. And now, on the morning of the fifteenth of July, he woke up with a gruesome hangover and no one to celebrate the day with.

Or not.

Modern-day AU where Midoriya and Bakugo are strangers who meet in a bar, and then have wild and crazy sex later that night. The morning after, it's Midoriya's birthday, but he can't quite remember everything that happened. Bakugo is still willing to give him a present.

[Dub-Con: Under the Influence]

Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 & 10 of Dark Side by Daiako (Achrya)  ( E | 14,983 | 9 out of 11 )

ABO prompt fills, as requested on tumblr.

1. "You're mine, now. To knot and breed as long as I want you." Alpha Izuku/Omega Katsuki 2. “What’s this, slick? You’re actually getting turned on by this? I knew omegas were good for nothing whores!” Alpha Katsuki/Omega Izuku 3. “S—stop, I can’t think straight right now, your pheromones are making it too hard…” Alpha Katsuki/Omega Izuku 4. "I love it when you moan like that." "You’ve been good, so I’m going to let you come" Alpha Izuku/Omega Katsuki 5. "Bite Me" Alpha Izuku/Omega Katsuki 6 and 7. "Ride Me" Alpha Katsuki/Omega Izuku 8. Omega tossing their Alpha over the shoulder" O!Izuku/A!Katsuki 9. Squirting, O!Iida/A!Todoroki 10. O!Izuku/A!Katsuki, Snake Shifters, Snake Charmers, and a bathroom hookup. 11. "Let Me See" Creampie, O!Iida, A!Todoroki, A!Shinsou

Series Part 2 of Dark ABO

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con]

Indestructible (emotionally speaking, that is) by iknewaman  ( E | 8,847 | 1/1 )

“Alright, buddy,” Katsuki says, swatting at the weeping guy with the broom. “Time to clear out.”

--

AU where Bakugou works at the cinema and Izuku is the cinema-goer who keeps coming in to cry at sad movies

Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis  ( E | 12,522 | 1/1 )

Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.

A Helping Hand. by theweakestthing  ( E | 4,248 | 1/1 )

Knees to the floor, no matter how hard he tried to get back on his feet his legs wouldn't move, not in the other's presence. His body wanted him on the floor, his body wanted him to open his mouth and beg, that wasn't him at all. That wasn't who Bakugou was, he wouldn't put his face to the floor for anyone.

Of all the people to force him to his knees, Midoriya was possibly the last person in the universe he'd ever want to do that for. The thought alone that the other was an alpha was surprising, maybe if he had the presence of mind to examine his interactions with Midoriya he might have been kicking himself, it wasn't like he cared it just seemed to him that the universe was working against him somehow.

He'd had a very long string of luck, now it seemed that he'd finally run out.

Mechanical Bull by warschach  ( E | 27,573 | 1/1 )

Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

Playgrounds and playing fields by Stars1Are1Metaphors  ( E | 16,872 | 1/1 )

It starts as a game. Doctor and nurse, they call it. They’re childhood friends and there isn’t anyone they trust more than each other.

But somewhere down the line Bakugou and Midoriya end up in a very… complicated relationship.

[Underage]

catharsis by dollcewrites  ( E | 14,976 | 1/1 )

It's been six years since Izuku graduated.

It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration.

It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers.

It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

all choked up by heroin__e  ( E | 5,318 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki had a habit of turning away from the heard. At 16, he does this by coming to terms with wanting, desperately, to see his childhood friend cry.

[Fake Dub-Con]

spilling over every side by failbender  ( E | 5,618 | 1/1 )

No good deed goes unpunished, not when there's a crazy lady with a complex and Lust Quirk parading around the city. By now, Katsuki should probably be used to things blowing up in his face.

[Dub-Con]

Sour Silk by BrightEyesEren  ( E | 6,116 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku starts to receive random gifts at his door. Chaos ensues when he realises he has a sugar daddy.

Chapter 3 & Chapter 9 of How Long Will This Last by osakakitty  ( E | 2,489 | 2 out of 12 )

A series of short scenes based on prompts asked by my followers on tumblr. Will be updated infrequently. Whenever I have time to fill a prompt, I will do so as soon as possible!

Prompt 3: “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”

Prompt 9: “Can I kiss you?”

Procrastination by capncapnk  ( E | 5,458 | 1/1 )

But it is still surprising to see his more-than-friend-but-also-lover-he-guesses in his office seeking attention though Izuku already turned him down.

Usually he'll get a text of 'wyd?' followed by a time and place if Izuku responds with a confirmation, and silence if he's busy.

Or slammed into the wall in the agency's shower for a quickie if no one was around, which despite his anxiety, he often acquiesces to.

There was also the time at the annual Pro Hero Gala that Katsuki discovered the bathrooms had their own individual stalls with thick walls that reached the ceiling and shoved him into one, to which he definitely protested because he was not fucking in a public bathroom. 'Germs, Kacchan', was his reason, and of course Katsuki made sure to make fun of him and his 'germaphobia' for a solid month after that.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach  ( E | 8,906 | 1/1 )

For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.

Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.

Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.

or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Head Game Strong by InfiniteTeal  ( E | 3,284 | 1/1 )

Some of the students from class 1-A decide to go out to dinner together for the evening. Midoriya hadn't planned to joined them, but it's no surprise that he's under the table fooling around with Bakugou. It sounded like a good idea at first, but Bakugou has a hard time keeping it together when Midoriya gives him a secret blowjob while everyone else is sitting around him.

[Underage]

Sick Like Animals by osakakitty  ( E | 3,848 | 1/1 )

Whenever Katsuki Bakugo is struck by his seasonal heat, Izuku Midoriya agrees to help him until it ends. He takes Bakugo into his care, providing him with the stimulation he needs. One morning, after a night of light sex, Bakugo unfortunately finds his heat unquenched.

Fantasy AU in which Katsuki Bakugo is half-beast, and Izuku Midoriya is an alchemist in-training. They both have a mutual understanding and need and for each other. Sex ensues.

where i feel you the most by shousanki  ( E | 3,899 | 1/1 )

In which Katsuki comes 1) to terms with Izuku's screwy biology almost as unpredictable as the person himself, and 2) down Izuku's warm and willing throat.

cliff's edge by umbrage  ( E | 3,061 | 1/1 )

Bakugou is sure there's a perfectly alpha-centric explanation to his deviancy.

Or maybe, there isn't, and that's okay, too.

Scoville Score by oisiflaneur  ( E | 5,701 | 1/1 )

Midoriya's been acting strange lately. His friends try to figure out why.

It's... Not why they think.

times like these by dalyeau  ( E | 3,333 | 1/1 )

Okay, so 'cute' isn't exactly a word in Bakugou Katsuki's vocabulary, and he has about a million things to call Deku that definitely aren't cute. They walk the wide spectrum between insults, constructive criticism, neutral observations, and compliments, and none of them really change the fact that Katsuki gets in bed with this guy at least thrice a week regardless. Deku’s face is average in every possible way, sometimes mildly attractive at best, and his body is strong, compact, and capable; his hands are a scarred ugly mess, his muscles hard-worked and nice to touch. So yeah, ‘cute’? Not exactly a description for Deku, in Katsuki's opinion.

His ass, however.

Sound Of You (With Me) by linkami1379  ( E | 8,068 | 1/1 )

Katsuki starts his second year at Yuuei High School like he started his first one: full of expletives, dedicated to becoming Number One, and friends with the shit-stain Eijirou. But a new student at Yuuei will tilt the axis of Katsuki's world, just a little.

Features Screamer!Katsuki and Speech Impediment!Izuku.

Also important side-character!Eijirou

[Underage]

All the Cracks They Left Behind by linkami1379  ( M | 11,175 | 1/1 )

Katsuki and Izuku become soul bound to each other when Katsuki is captured by the League of Villains.The shift in perception rocks them both to their cores and they seek to fill in the cracks life has carved into each other's hearts.

Series Part 1 of My One and Only

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage]

Alleyway Affair by FreshMilko  ( E | 2,343 | 1/1 )

When you’re both tied for number two hero, aiming at number one, credit is everything. So when the media credits your capture to your arch rival, well, Bakugou thinks he has the right to object.

20 y/o Bakugou fucks Deku in an alley. Deku is sassy as hell. A brick wall pays a heavy price.

If you give me your hand, I'll surrender my heart by soulstring  ( E | 5,254 | 1/1 )

“We could be fucking. I could be having the greatest sex ever but no! My husband is an idiot and now my dick is about to fall off. Why the fuck did I marry you?”

It’s a rhetorical question but Izuku still answers naively with a, “Because you love me?”

“For tax benefits!” Katsuki wails, raising his hands to the ceiling.

In which Izuku and Katsuki are no longer teenagers but still horny, in love, and a mess.

Series Part 1 of weddings, receptions, and other plans gone awry

Passenger Seat by warschach  ( E | 10,650 | 1/1 )

Aizawa unwrinkled the note, the sound of the crinkled paper thundered through the classroom as all eyes fell on Aizawa, and read aloud. “Go with me to the dance, fucking Deku.”

{the gratuitous, unnecessary, smutty, fluffy, silly sequel to my fic 'Black Light' no one asked for)

when the sunset shifts by ser_problematique  ( E | 6,518 | 1/1 )

Katsuki has a problem; Izuku is there to help him through it. Smutty fantasy au with werewolf porn.

And It Was Alright. by quirklessloser  ( M | 1,654 | 1/1 )

What Izuku had quickly realized was that this was not about him. This had never been about him. It was about Bakugou, and what he wanted; about how he wanted Izuku, and how he had decided that he would have him.

[Underage]

Dream Come True by shuppet44  ( E | 7,955 | 1/1 )

It's bad enough that Bakugou has to have these feelings about Izuku. It's worse that he’s stuck sharing a tent and, thanks to some sick twist of fate, a sleeping bag with him. But he's not sure if the moans Izuku is making in his sleep are improving or worsening his situation. One thing's for sure, he wants to hear more.

The Wolf by GreyDayMoon  ( E | 3,977 | 1/1 )

Izuku Midoriya had been outcasted by the village due to the mark on his body that fated him for disaster and connected him to a monster.

Katsuki is the alpha werewolf of a pack and finally about to hunt down his fated mate.

(Have mercy, my first smut piece)

Series Part 5 of AU's I'm Thinking of Expanding On Later

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con | Underage]

keep it low baby by shousanki  ( E | 2,770 | 1/1 )

Katsuki doesn't give commands, no - he states expectations, and the universe reshapes itself to fulfill them. Including Izuku.

Series Part 3 of Kink Meme Fills ᕦ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕤ

A Fight To The Death by iknewaman  ( E | 10,366 | 1/1 )

Izuku isn’t competitive by nature, but when the blond, cocky asshole from the other table’s team gets involved he suddenly becomes hellbent on winning.

Rival Pub Quiz AU

lucky by bishounen_curious  ( E | 3,757 | 1/1 )

Kacchan never acts this closed off in bed, and it makes Izuku beyond nervous.

That is until Izuku finds out he's just embarrassed about what overuse of his quirk does to the sensitivity of his hands.

When a Bully Loves His Nerd by hopeless1665  ( E | 4,046 | 1/1 )

Katsuki can't help but bully Izuku endlessly. In his mind, if he doesn't, Izuku won't let go of his unrealistic superhero dream and could end up hurt or worse. Better to scare him and watch him from afar then have him close and end up dead. Izuku can't help but feel sad every time his childhood friend hurts him. He just wants them to be friends again, or better yet, more.

[Underage]

The Only One Who Can Make You... by TitanOrphanAnnie  ( E | 898 | 1/1 )

PWP One-Shot about some fooling around after class that ends up fluffier than Kaachan was prepared for.

Storm Stayed by actualdevil  ( E | 4,221 | 1/1 )

Inclement weather leads to finding shelter and reluctantly sharing a bed. Also, Kirishima was supposed to be here, damnit.

The Timeless Art Of "Please Just... You Know... Already!" by brichibi ( E | 3,593 | 1/1 )

Izuku notices.

And Katsuki notices Izuku noticing.

And it’s driving their classmates nuts.

[Nobody wants Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou to bang more than Class 1A, because my god, they keep flirting with each other, and something's gotta give]

honey whiskey by bishounen_curious  ( E | 3,046 | 1/1 )

“I brought Tennessee Honey because I know you’re a bitch.” This is the first thing Kacchan says to him. The second is: “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

twisted by tusslee   ( E | 2,774 | 1/1 )

And, he thinks, it’s probably not even love. It’s likely just some twisted infatuation that he’s developed, his happiness a pavlovian response to Izuku’s tears. Maybe it’s because he is a sadist like Kirishima said.

Maybe he’s just a little fucked up.

“I’ll take that as a yes. That’s a strange kink, Kacchan, but I’d let you make me cry.” Izuku rocks back on his heels and tries to get Katsuki to meet his eye. “If you wanted. Do you want to?”

Took It Like a Champ by InfiniteTeal  ( E | 3,238 | 1/1 )

Midoriya takes it like a champ when Bakugou forces him down to give the most miserable and rudest blow job of his life. He's the one that leaves Bakugou speechless in the end.

[Underage]

Devil in me by Acidiic  ( E | 5,912 | 1/1 )

Izuku just wanted to have a nice time with his close friends. Parties can get crazy, yeah, he knew that. That’s why he tried to stick close to comfort. Never would he imagined his night ending up sobbing and moaning his best friend's name.

[Underage]

I Run From You by Morpheel ( E | 6,482 | 1/1 )

The forest was a dangerous place.

Anyone with half of a brain could deduce that much; yet to a prey species, this rule held especially so. The reach of woods was a diverse and lively ecosystem, thriving with both hybrid and animal alike. As cruel as it was- the food chain largely didn’t care whether you were hybrid or beast.

Izuku Midoriya knew this especially so. - - - What's a rabbit hybrid to do when cornered within the clutches of a savage, hungry wolf? Anything he can to escape. (Though his heat makes this a much harder prospect than expected)

Series Part 1 of BNHA: Hybrid A/O/B Works

Popsicles by battle_goats  ( E | 1,350 | 1/1 )

Deku is testing Katsuki's patience with nothing more than a popsicle.

[Underage]

[ketzwrites]

Hello! For those writing prompts, can you please do 71? Thanks!

Of course! I was struggling to find a context for this that inspired me and then I remembered I have a The Good Place AU drabble that I left unfinished. Since I’m obsessed with the show, I just had to keep writing it.

So, here it is. Part II of my The Good Place AU verse, kind of. Available on AO3.

71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Heaven was driving Magnus crazy. Well, not Heaven. The Good Place, or whatever it was called. Afterlife was supposed to be simple, pleasant even. Jonathan had created the perfect utopia, a place where people who did good while alive could enjoy unending happiness. And, instead, there Magnus was, suffering a minor panic attack.

Nothing major, of course. He was sure he could just summon Luke and the man- no, not a man. Robot? Whatever. Luke would find him a drink to wash all that down. All that abundance of unused muscle should serve for something besides eye-candy for when Magnus was having a bad day in paradise.

Honestly, Magnus blamed Alec. 

His soulmate was just too perfect. Sure, whenever poor Simon was around, Alec would go back into his earthly bad habits. But if Alec was rude, inconsiderate, or possibly downright mean, it was Simon’s own fault for annoying him so much.

Because that was definitely not how Alec acted around Magnus. Oh, no. Magnus wished Alec would show even an ounce of anything less than kindness, patience, and just unwavering lovingness. That way, Magnus didn’t have to feel so guilty for lying to him every single day.

Fork that very first day when Magnus pretended to be a good person to Alec. He shouldn’t have. The moment that Alec expressed concern over his own adequacy to being in the Good Place, Magnus should’ve just been honest and told Alec the truth. If someone didn’t deserve to be there, it was him. Magnus should have never pretended to belong. Or worse, offered to help Alec to become deserving of his spot in the neighborhood.

Because, months later, the truth was impossible to deny. Especially as Alec looked into Magnus’ eyes, his handsome face deprived of doubts or shame. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me,” Alec said, voice smooth but firm.

If Magnus wasn’t already dead, he would kill himself. Alec didn’t deserve this. Jonathan was wrong, he couldn’t be Alec’s soulmate. Whatever good Magnus had done in his time on Earth had been a sham, just a way to stick it to his horrible father. Magnus had taken all the praise, all the glory. But he had never truly deserved it. Just as he didn’t deserve Alec.

“Oh, darling,” Magnus said with a hint of sadness in his voice. He couldn’t keep doing this. Magnus could see the love in Alec’s eyes, the earnest of it. If Alec only knew the truth about him… “You flatter me.”

“It’s true, though,” Alec insisted, facing Magnus completely now. They were sitting in Magnus’ living room, sharing one of the uncomfortable wooden sofas. At least they had gotten rid of the shiny pillows, though Magnus still found glitter in the house from time to time, no matter how many times he vacuumed it. “I know we have eternity now,” Alec sighed, “but I can’t help but wish we had met on Earth. Because I… Magnus, I lo-”

Eternity. Magnus couldn’t do that to Alec. He had to confess, to make Alec see him as Magnus truly was. Selfish, petty, weak. Even cruel. “Alexander, I need to tell you something,” Magnus said before he backed out again, deliberately interrupting Alec. They almost had that conversation too many times. No more. “Something about who I was on Earth.”

Alec frowned. “What is it?” He smirked, a hint of amusement coloring his face. “Another great chapter of the amazing life of Magnus Bane?”

Magnus smiled fondly but shook his head. “Not quite. I know I’ve told you of my inventions and travels around the world. It all sounds very glamorous and adventurous. Meeting new people, creating new technology, partying to my heart’s content. Alexander, you might see me as this incredible person, but the truth is… The truth is I’m not a goo-”

“Hey, guys!” a voice came from the door, startling both Magnus and Alec. Magnus didn’t even need Alec’s whispered ‘motherforker’ to know he would find Simon at the door.

Sure enough, there was Simon, looking increasingly uncomfortable. “Oh.” He swallowed hard. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Yes,” Alec answered before Magnus could. “Go away.”

“Sorry, it’s just- Hm.” Simon had a weird habit of not being able to focus his eyes when he grew nervous. Magnus was getting dizzy just from watching Simon’s gaze go from one point in the house to the other. “So, hm, Jonathan sent me. He fixed the sinkhole that destroyed all musical instruments in the universe and he wanted me to ask Magnus if Magnus wanted to throw a party to celebrate. This one shouldn’t end up with anyone falling to their non-death.” Simon blinked. “But, hm, I could come back another time. When you guys aren’t, you know, busy.”

Magnus could physically feel Alec’s anger forming at his side. That wasn’t good, so Magnus spoke up. “Sure, Simon. Tell Jonathan I’ll do it. Bye for now.”

“Oh, cool.” Simon perked up but didn’t go away. “He was kind of thinking of planning it for tonight, so-”

That was about what Alec had of patience. “Look, nerd,” he said, voice low, “just because your soulmate doesn’t want to see your face, it doesn’t mean the rest of us has to suffer your presence. Either get over your stupid crush on a girl who is still alive on Earth or leave Maia alone. Regardless, do it elsewhere.”

Ouch. Simon’s face went pale. “What? I don’t- I don’t have a crush on Clary. Not anymore, I-”

“So you did have a crush on her?” Maia’s voice came from behind Simon and Magnus audibly groaned. This could not be happening at a more inconvenient time. “And then you lied to me and said you only saw her as a friend. Luke!” Maia called and Luke, the hottest vassal of knowledge in the universe showed up.

“Yes?” he said pleasantly, somehow sounding like a caring father.

Maia didn’t hesitate. “Take the guitar I was going to give Simon as an apology gift and destroy it!”

“Luke, no! Please!” Simon’s jaw dropped to the ground and he turned to Maia, deeply touched. “I thought instruments were banished from the Good Place but you found me a guitar! Maia, that’s amazing!”

“Too bad you’ll never get it.”

As the two of them argued, Jonathan stepped into the house and waved to Magnus and Alec. “Bad timing?”

“The worst,” Alec mumbled, making Magnus snort. His amusement didn’t last long, though. Soon Simon was babbling apology after apology while Maia only looked like she was choosing between punching or slapping him. Jonathan stood there looking confused, occasionally trying to calm the nerves. Unfortunately, everything he said only made things worse. To top it up, Alec stood up to try and shoo everyone out of the house, which made Luke pop on and off as a result.

The absolute chaos was too much of a familiar scene. Magnus truly was on the verge of a breakdown. Alec had almost told him that he loved him and finally – finally! – Magnus was brave enough to come clean. He knew that would mean losing Alec’s affections, but he couldn’t keep stringing Alec along. He had to confess. Not because a little part of Magnus held on to the hope that Alec would still love him despite his flaws, but because it was the right thing to do.

But just like every other time that they were about to have this conversation, something interrupted them. Either Jonathan would show up, or Simon would get in trouble, or Maia would pick a fight with someone. It was a vicious cycle of torture and –

Magnus blinked, stunned. “Oh, wow.” He shook his head a couple of times, everything finally making sense. “This is the Bad Place!”

Suddenly, all the voices quieted down. Alec frowned but realization dawned on him quickly enough. Simon just looked confused while Maia stared at Magnus like she couldn’t believe what he had just said. For once, not even Luke seemed calm.

However, Magnus focused only on Jonathan. “It is, isn’t it? This is an elaborate psychological torture chamber. And this is all your doing. You’ve been making us torture each other, almost giving us enough to make up but then ripping it away at the last second. You’re not some celestial being looking after us. You’re a Demon.”

For a second, Jonathan didn’t react. Then, underwhelmingly, he sighed. “Fuck you, Magnus. Why do you always have to figure it out?”

“Excuse you?” Alec said, protectively.

“Shut it, Lover Boy.” Jonathan rolled his eyes and then pinched the bridge of his nose. He groaned audibly. “This attempt was going so well… But, no, Magnus Bane had to ruin it like he always does.”

It was distressing to hear such disgust in Jonathan’s voice, but he wasn’t done. “You know what, Magnus? Whatever. You’re oh so smart, but you still can’t figure out that no matter how monstrous you were on Earth, this idiot,” he pointed at Alec, “will still wholeheartedly adore you. So, who is the real genius here, hm? You, who keeps stopping you two from boning or me, who designed this entire place? Answer: me.”

Magnus was taken aback. That was too much information being thrown at him and his heart wouldn’t stop racing. He forced himself to focus on something else besides the fact that Alec didn’t care about his flaws. “Wait. What do you mean by ‘this attempt’? There were others? How long have we been here?”

Jonathan shook his head. “Who cares how long? You are all dead and I’m immortal. The point is, you keep ruining my torture. Can’t you just play along? For once? I’m tired of you coming clean to Alec, by the way. We’re not here to get you two together, so just- Just stop. That got old the first thirty times it happened.”

“Thirty times?” Alec asked and there was so much hope in his face that Magnus couldn’t help but smile.

“Urg, yes. It doesn’t matter how I set you four up, you two always find a way back to each other.” Jonathan narrowed his eyes at Alec and then at looked at Magnus. “You always protect Alec when he tells you he doesn’t belong here. Then you two fall in love and you start to forgive yourself for acting up to get your father’s approval and becomes a more wholesome person. It’s really annoying, guys.”

Maia blinked, looking from Simon to Luke to Jonathan. “What happens now?”

But Jonathan just shrugged. “Same as before. I’m just going to reset everything. Hopefully, this time someone,” he stared straight at Magnus, “will listen to his own crippling self-doubt and continue to hate himself. Maybe I’ll force Alec to have a female soulmate. Maybe I’ll put some sort of mark on Simon that stops him from touching people.” Jonathan brought a hand up, as if ready to snap his fingers. “I’ll just wing it.”

Magnus narrowed his eyes. “You know what? It doesn’t matter what you throw at us, Demon. You can’t win.”

“We’ll see about that,” Jonathan arched an eyebrow.

Snap.

[agrestenoir]

origins (role reversal au)

i.

When Marinette is eleven, her mother goes missing.

There’s a major media presence that sweeps across the country as a result, local police and government officials coming out in droves to help locate the prolific Sabine Dupain-Cheng. As one half of the famous fashion designing duo, the Dupain-Cheng’s, her case elicits a strong following.

When Adrien is eleven, his mother goes missing.

No one comments on the baker’s wife. There are more important things to worry about.

*

ii.

At fifteen, Marinette is one of the most sought after girls in Paris. With a famous fashion designer as a father, and a model for many of his latest pieces, there’s not a soul in the city that hasn’t heard of her. Most might think she has the perfect life—full of fame and money—but they don’t know what it’s like to be a lonely, little girl with a mourning father living in a huge house with no one else to turn to.

 Marinette spends her days with her father’s assistant, Theo, and her tutors, and in her free time, she stitches designs of her own, staring out the window of the mansion, which is becoming more like a prison with each passing day than the home her parents had raised her in.

(She tries not to think about the time before everything changed. When public school was a part of her present, her friends were numerous, and her mother was still there. It was a time when she was happy, and now, she doesn’t know what to feel.)

At fifteen, Adrien comes to school with flour streaks on his cheeks and frosting-stained fingers fumbling for his chair. Tardy again due to his father’s late morning, he prays for the day his father will wake up, drop the bottle, and go on living. (It’s been four years though, and he thinks it’s time to give up hope.)

His life goes like this: wake up, bake while his father puts himself together, go to school, close up, and go to sleep. So long as habit and routine dictate his life, nothing new will ever happen, and for Adrien, that’s the biggest shame of all. He wants change, he wants his father back, he wants his mother.

(He tries not to think of the time before when everything was perfect. When togetherness and laughter were the building blocks of the bakery, when his father didn’t spend most of his time in the attic, and his mother was still here. It was a time when he was happy, and now, he just feels hopeless.)

*

iii.

Wayzz senses the evil before it strikes, and Master Fu is on a mission.

His search leads him to the quiet corner of a bustling Paris street and to a young boy who’s rushing off to his first day of school. One heart-stopping moment later, there’s a car, a rescue, and a thank-you as the boy rushes off to class. Even if he needs an act of kindness to prove it, Master Fu made his decision long ago.

“He’s looks like his mother,” Wayzz tells him.

Master Fu only nods.

It’s fitting, he decides, that the past holder of the Peacock Miraculous, the guardian of protection and watchfulness, had a son with a heart big enough and kind enough to handle the Miraculous of chaos.

Perhaps Adrien Agreste was always meant to be the Black Cat.

(If he senses the strong evil presence above the bakery, he chooses to ignore it. Destiny works in mysterious ways, as he learned long ago.)

Marinette has always been quick on her feet.

She leaves through her window, slips down the tangled branches of the old maple tree near her bedroom, and climbs over the black iron gate that borders her property. It takes approximately fifteen minutes, and it’s long before Tom Dupain-Cheng notices his only daughter’s absence.

She almost makes it too, standing at the steps of the public school, where her friends eagerly await her arrival, if it isn’t for the old man who collapses at the end of the street. The way Marinette sees it, there’s not really a decision at all. She bolts to the man without a second thought, offering a hand and a smile.

“Are you alright?” she asks, even as she hears Theo pull up alongside the curb.

The old man stares at her with a twinkle in his eye. “I’m fine,” he says, “And thank you.”

With a hand on her shoulder, Theo leads her away, already dialing Tom’s number, even with Marinette’s breathless plea of, “Please don’t tell Papa.” Her father only wants the best, she knows, and she’s seen the tired look in his eyes, the heavy bags he carries around, the hunched shoulders and quiet voice. He doesn’t want to lose her too, but he doesn’t understand that the more he locks her away, the more she slowly withers away, until he finally does lose the daughter he’s trying so desperately to protect.

“Her father seems a bit protective,” Wayzz remarks.

Master Fu nods. “They’ve always been a close family. I think it was her mother’s influence. Bees tend to look after their hive quite closely, you know.”

“Do you really think she’s the best choice then?”

Master Fu looks at the worn box in his hand and smiles to himself, knowing that perhaps all Marinette Dupain-Cheng needs is a little luck in her life.

*

iv.

“Nooroo, dark wings rise!”

For Adrien, for his mother, Gabriel Agreste tells himself. We’ve suffered enough. It’s time for others to have a taste.

The first akuma slips out of the skylight and flies over the Paris streets.

*

v.

The first day of school is quite eventful.

Ivan turns into rock giant, Nino runs after him with the new girl, Alya, on his heels, and Adrien is at a loss of how to proceed. His classmate turning into a monster is not part of his carefully crafted routine, so he heads home as it’s the only option.

Marinette watches from her bedroom, tear tracks still drying from her father’s soft I just want you to be safe the moment she returned home.

“The police can’t stop it,” the news anchor is saying, and she wishes there was something she could do.

Both look down at the worn boxes in front of them, curiosity spiking. There’s flashes of light, and kwamis appear, and a few seconds of shock are allowed. They leap into action as easily as they fall in love, easy to get into but hard to give up. (They still can’t get over their mothers, even though it’s been four years.)

Clad in a red and black-spotted suit, Marinette zips through the city with a smile on her face, glad she can finally do something. With his black leather armor, Adrien slips out the back door of the bakery, following the shadows to the arena as something finally sparks in his chest, like he’s finally got something to fight for.

Neither know what they’re doing, and it shows in the way they fight, but at the end of the day, they have each other.

“Call me Chat Noir,” he says, making stupid puns and oozing charisma, and after a while, his laughter doesn’t sound as hollow.

“I guess that makes me Ladybug,” she tells him, forcing a smile onto her face, and after a while, it finally feels real.

(It’s the first time in a long while neither feel alone.)

*

vi.

“I just want you to be safe and happy,” Tom tells her later that night once the akuma has settled.

“I know,” Marinette says, voice thick with tears, and slips into his open arms, squeezing her father tightly. “But I’m not happy here.”

So Marinette finally gets to go to public school where her old friend, Chloe, begrudgingly offers her a soft hello (Marinette is sure that Chloe still hasn’t forever her for leaving in the first place) and meets a new friend named Alya, whose eyes are fire and whose smile hangs the sun.

“We’re both new,” Alya says, “We need to stick together, girl.”

“That sounds great,” Marinette tells her, just happy to be with a friend.

Alya grips her hand and points across the classroom. “I can introduce you to Nino later. He’s really cool, and he loves superheroes like me. Now that Paris has its own Ladybug and Chat Noir, I think me and him are going to start up a blog together.”

At this point, Marinette is only half listening as she locks eyes with the boy she used to know (quite, quite well), offering him a tentative wave when he glances her way, and he returns it with a soft smile.

(Some things, she tells herself, you just don’t give up.)

When she catches sight of the boy next to him, with tousled blonde hair and bright green eyes, she nudges Alya with her elbow. ‘Who’s that?” she asks, pointing to the other kid.

“Oh?” Alya cocks her head. “That’s Adrien Agreste. I just met him yesterday, but he seems pretty quiet. Nino’s like… his only friend, I guess.”

Suddenly Adrien raises his gaze, meets her eyes, and she waves to him and mouths a silent hello. He prompts ignores her, turning back to his tablet instead. Inside, a bubble of frustration pops in Marinette’s chest, and she whips around to the board.

(Some things, she tells herself, aren’t worth fighting for.)

Adrien is buried in his tablet as Nino nudges his side, a concerned expression on his face. “Dude, what’s with the new girl? You not like her or something?”

Biting his bottom lips, Adrien can only shrug. “I guess I’m just not in the mood to meet new people.”

(And he isn’t, he really isn’t. When the people you love leave you, it’s hard to put yourself out there and find people who want to stay. Nino, frankly, is the only one who’s ever tried, and Adrien’s afraid to try again.)

“Well don’t be an asshole about it, dude,” Nino tells him.

“I wasn’t being an—”

Nino cuts him off. “Yes, you kinda were.”

Oh no, Adrien thinks to himself.

*

vii.

The akuma is back, and Marinette feels like she’s failed.

Chat Noir puts his hands on her shoulders and whispers the right words in her ear because he never wants anyone to feel as hopeless as he always does. “You can do this,” he says, “Even if no one believes you can, I do. Okay, so just trust me, Ladybug.”

Marinette can only think of her father, who keeps trying, of her missing mother, who everyone has given up on, and of Adrien Agreste, who won’t give anyone a chance. “Okay,” she tells him, “I will.”

(Chat Noir, she decides, is worth fighting for.)

Soon the akuma is defeated, and Marinette is almost sad. She doesn’t want to leave her new partner, but she carries with her the promise that she’ll see him again soon.

*

viii.

Adrien watches Ladybug cast her Miraculous Cure and can’t help but smile. “I knew you could do it, bugaboo.”

“Don’t call me that.” She slugs him on the arm, but there’s a warm smile on her face. “Maybe I should start calling you chaton.”

Adrien throws his head back and laughs, body shaking. “You know, I could get used to that!”

“No, n-no, this isn’t how this works,” Marinette sputters, eyes wide.

But Adrien keeps laughing until his cheeks hurt, his shoulders ache, and his heart feels like it’s grown two sizes.

He can’t remember the last time he was so happy.

*

ix.

It’s raining when her first day of school ends.

She holds a hand up to the stormy sky, water droplets dripping from her cold fingers, and lets out a sigh. Theo isn’t the most responsible person her father has ever hired, but at this point, he’s family and you don’t let family go. So as she debates whether to call Theo up and remind him to pick her up or make a run for it, she leans against the brick entrance of the school, jumping when she hears the front door opening.

Turning on her heels, she goes to flash the person a warm smile, freezing when she catches sight of Adrien Agreste. Ducking her head instead, she turns back to the rain and hopes that the storm will wash him away and that he’ll leave soon.

But he doesn’t leave.

He shifts his weight slightly, a black umbrella at his side. “So,” he announces suddenly, flashing her a soft smile. “It’s been brought to my attention that I was kind of an asshole this morning.”

Marinette snorts, turning her gaze to her shoes. There’s a short moment of silence between them, the span of a single heartbeat, and then Adrien is handing his umbrella to her.

“An apology,” he offers.

Marinette scans the streets, looking for a car that wasn’t there, looking at the streets that are drenched in the downpour. “You need it, don’t you?” she questions, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I owe you though.”

They stare at one another, blue eyes and green locked, and for a moment, time stands still. “Why are you being so nice to me?” Marinette finally finds the courage to ask. “Alya said you… Well, I thought you didn’t… like… people.”

Sighing to himself, Adrien can only shrug helplessly. “I don’t make a lot of friends. It’s not that easy for me.”

Marinette nods in understanding. “Trust me, I know the feeling.”

“Well,” Adrien pauses, unsure of how to continue. But then he presses the umbrella into her hands, the warmth of his skin lighting a buzz against hers, and her breath catches in her throat. “Maybe I can be yours. I mean, I’d… like to. I’d like to be your friend, Marinette, if you’ll give me a second chance.”

And there she is, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl who’s always been lonely finally making a friend. And there he is, Adrien Agreste, the boy who’s always given up finally taking a chance. The two are silent for a few more seconds, but then Marinette takes the umbrella and walks down the stairs.

She pauses midway, turning on her heel and flashing Adrien a small smile. “You know, if you want to apologize, you could walk me home. That way none of us have to get wet.”

Adrien only nods, returning her warm smile. “O-Of course, yeah, let’s do that.”

(Both of their hearts pound a little bit harder in their chests.)

*

x.

“Excellent choice, Master,” Wayzz tells the old man, who watches the two walk away under a black umbrella.

Master Fu can only laugh. “Those two are made for each other.”

[kyloren]

Diamond, Marshmallow and Wrecking Ball for the Fic Rec Meme!

Diamond: Rec a fic you loved this year with gorgeous writing 

the only light by @juxtaposie: “It reminds him of being a child, hiding in the bedroom and holding baby Jellybean; his parents screaming at each other, and no matter what he does he can’t make JB stop crying. He feels helpless, and he hates it, but he doesn’t know what to do to make Betty slow down. Like this, she’s a tightly coiled spring, and when she snaps — which she will — the only person she’s going to hurt is herself.” 

last night by @yourgirlthursday: “There was a certain magic Betty felt every time she went to the Twilight Drive-In. Tonight was no different. In fact, the place seemed a little more electric than usual. It was like the drive-in itself knew Betty Cooper would be leaving soon and wanted to say goodbye.” 

sweethearts by @raptorlily: “Betty comes up with a way to make up for the disaster that was Jughead’s birthday party, just the two of them, just like he wanted.” 

fall in light by @sylwrites: “She moved to New York to find herself, but as the saying goes: wherever you go, there you are.” 

gun song by Shippershape: “There are different kinds of homelessness. Jughead finds a kindred spirit in the most unsuspecting of places, and together they work to find answers about Jason’s murder and their own uncertain futures.” 

shine on you crazy diamond by @lusterrdust: “She’s too young to realize bands like Pink Floyd, The Ramones and Led Zeppelin take her away from the chaos in her home. When she listens to them, all she can think of is Jughead and his crooked smile as he sat and waited out the fights for her.” 

Marshmallow: Rec a favourite fluffy fic you read this year 

my immune system is too weak to fight off my smile muscles by @santiagone: “When Betty falls sick, Jughead knows just the cure. Here’s a hint: it’s not cough medicine.”  

needing/getting by slantedsunlight: “In a Riverdale never shaken by Jason Blossom’s murder, Jughead Jones still has plenty keeping him up at night — like letting go of his enormous, unrequited crush on Betty Cooper, or how to get out of the school ski trip. As it turns out, he isn’t very good at either…” 

adorn by IndianSummer13: “The love Betty and Jughead have for each other is obvious — as told through the eyes of six members of the Riverdale community.” 

live to the hilt by @heartunsettledsoul: “Betty and Jughead have never told anyone they were each other’s first kiss.” 

hold it, is this a kissing fic? by @juggydunes: “In which Jughead has the habit of telling Betty “As you wish” and she has no idea what it really means… until she does.” 

every little thing she does is magic by @santiagone: ““Juggy,” says Betty, a little nervously, chewing at her lip and determinedly fixing her gaze on anything except him. “There’s only one bed.” And that’s how it starts.” 

Wrecking Ball: Rec a favourite angsty fic you read this year 

faded scar trails by @riverdalefiction​ (juggyjones): “With everything going on in Riverdale, Archie Andrews is battling demons of his own — he can still feel his music teacher’s fingers on his chest, engraving themselves into a piece of him he’ll never get rid of. He’s battling it all on his own, until he can’t anymore.” 

clasped hands by MoonlightShines (theklainer): ““Betts, I’ve been thinking.” “Yeah?” She calls, high up now, her voice lifting into the air and Jughead has to reprimand himself from getting distracted by how pretty it sounds. “Our lives suck.”” 

serpent’s heart by xFadingMoonx: “Riverdale breeds mystery, betrayal and pain, but it’s those close to you that get you through the darkness. Set immediately after Season 1, we delve further into the life of Betty and Jughead to learn the truth behind the masks and just how far someone will go, to protect the ones they love.” 

carry on by @soulsofstarsliveinyourveins (citrusmuppet): “On July 11th, FP Jones II turned Clifford Blossom in for the murder of Jason Blossom. In November, Jughead transferred to Southside High. It would be five years before Betty Cooper saw him again. When he shows up late one night at Pop’s diner, half-starved and a little worse for wear, Betty is surprised by how he’s lived his life in those five years.” 

hotdog by @burgerheadjones: “How Hotdog becomes Betty and Jughead’s family in every sense.” 

we were both young (when i first saw you) by @lessoleilscouchants (singsongsung): “In the aftermath of tragedy, Archie watches his girl-next-door build a relationship with a boy who’s not even from the neighbourhood.” [mind you this is the only one of Ria’s super-angsty tales of an endless heart series that I’ve read, and I didn’t even finish it. IT’S SO GOOD, BUT IT’S SO ANGSTY. BUT IT’S SO GOOD. …it’s a dilemma for me.] 

and just like that… everything changed by @wordsonpages1: “What if it had been Jughead and Betty at Pop’s that morning instead of Archie and Fred Riverdale had changed. A civil war is brewing. A tale of young love in the face of the world seemingly falling apart.” 

we are all riverdale by NyGi: Alternative Season Two: “Jughead Jones closed the door almost without a sound. He had enough practice with that. Years of it, really…” 

catching up with the joneses by cygnes: “Jughead gives Betty a book, which prompts her to investigate, which prompts Veronica to investigate. All of which prompts Jughead to talk about some family history he’d rather leave buried.” 

.

.

disclaimer: I haven’t read Riverdale fanfiction since end of October, so I’m not including the new fanfics that came out. Sorry ‘bout that. 

[thedivinefish]

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session ​ ​​Transformational Healing of Body, Mind​ & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!​ ​ Download the My Liquid Fish® Starter Kit (*Updated May 2019) Audio MP3 Downloads​ and books​ to improve your life! Get Certified in ​My Liquid Fish® Change Made Simple® Watch Free Videos on YouTube Weekly Radio Show Archives Shop for ​Supplements ​ http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2020 All Rights Reserved  

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[divinefishingtips]

TGIWednesday and do you have hitchhikers on board?

TGIWednesday News

How are you feeling?  How are you getting through this messy time?  In the cosmos now we're dealing with Mercury Retrograde and 7 other planets in retrograde AND a lunar eclipse/full moon and you know what that alone can do to throw you out of whack.  Know that this too shall pass and I am saying a prayer now that things can and will move into your favor here and now.  What about hitchhikers?  Several times this week I woke up and tested that I had other “hitchhikers” in me and my cat. WTH? That is something I am checking in with much more often these days and you should too and here's how. So if you’re feeling sad, lonely, scared or mad, it’s probably NOT even you. Get clear to yes, unclear to no and running forward.  Then make the statement, "There is only me in this body."  If you get a NO, you have hitchhikers on board.  Then fish them OUT until it tests YES to "There is only me/my being in this body now connected to the most high God."   

TGIWednesday Download

~  FINDING A QUIET PEACE ~

I believe, think, know and feel that I can be quiet and find solace and peace in this being now.  I am ready, willing and able to be still and know that I am connected to the highest God source there is.  I know, when, where, how and why to be speak, listen and or be quiet while at peace in this moment here and now I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.  

Monthly MySwitchWorks Event

Next Live Call is Wed. July 29th at 7:30pm EDT

We’re celebrating Independence Day all month long by FREEING you up from what’s holding you back!!!

Freedom from pain, stuckness, overwhelm, excess weight, uncertainty, procrastination, negative self-talk & beliefs, bad habits, past failures, your boss, a bad relationship, parents, siblings, abuse by others?

What are you ready to give up & become independent from? What’s been haunting you that you're ready to be done with? for good! Join us LIVE & submit your 3 issues by 3pm on day of event, July 29th.

Register Now - $22

(June) Restoring Inner Peace During Outer Chaos (May) Reinvigorating Your Work Life Switches (April) The Plandemic: Moving Forward (March) Luck Switches (Feb) Love & Romance Switches (Jan) Supercharge Abundance Switches (Dec) Abundance Switches (Sept) Youth & Vitality Switches Visit the shop for all replays and to play this brief audio if you've never heard Jimmy explain about switches. As one person on Facebook wrote when recommending to a friend: "These Zoom calls are an absolute "yawn fest" (in the very best sense ;) He works fast and furious with releases." 

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell The Fish: 365 Daily Inspirations & Affirmations

  JULY 8th "Today I will expect the impossible while being humble, loving and kind. I will treat others with kindness and as if this was their last day on earth. I will enjoy the company of others without expectation. I will enjoy the presence of others and just be."

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Thurs. July 30th - Your Divine Uniqueness with host Moncef Akfir.  Join Spiritual Masters FREE For Live & Interactive Sessions, Plus Receive Instant Bonuses. Register Here

Thursday Sept. 23rd - The Global Gathering with host Dipal Shah. The Gathering is an online spiritual event in which multiple healers, lightworkers, catalysts and spiritual teachers come together as ONE to support humanity by anchoring love, light, joy, wellness and optimism.    Join Us and Watch Online! 

The Jimmy Mack Healing Radio Show

TUESDAY'S at 4pm EDT / 1pm PDT CALL IN (206) 806-9965 https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions

Click Here for Previous Weeks' Show and a full archive of past guests & replays.

Yesterday's Show - Special Guest Joanne Leo | Psychic https://psychicjoanneleo.com/

UPCOMING GUESTS: July 14th - Gregory Joseph | Master Healer www.gregoryjosephhealer.com

July 21st  - Jeremy Riden | Divine Spark Ministries https://www.facebook.com/JeremyRiden/

July 28th Rev Debbie | Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. Visit her Facebook page

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show is LIVE on Tuesday's at 4pm EDT  If you want to Listen in only, go to this website: https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions OR If you want to call in & ask a question CALL (206) 806-9965 No need to press #1, just dial in and you'll be in the queue. If the Call in Number above doesn’t seem to work, please use this back up Call in Number: (425) 535-9149 when prompted, enter 206.806.9965 followed by #  International Callers, click the link below for the International call in list for your country.  If you're using the Free Conference Call App, it automatically re-routes the best call In number for you.  Please unblock your phone number if you wish to speak with Jimmy and or his guest host. Blocked, Restricted and Private Callers are not brought on air.

From the Fish Box

"Hi Jimmy, I have to mention that I bought one of your audio mp3s like March of last year and I listen to it everyday.  It was on money, and I will tell you that my money situation has completely changed and that's what enables me to afford healings from my favorite psychic gentlemen like you and Mark. I'm very grateful."  - Jill

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Nightly prayers include COVID-19. Each night we work on scrambling the frequency for everyone on the prayer list. Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers. *NOTE if the MDP Service was purchased via a special telesummit or radio show offer, prayers will be limited to BUYER ONLY - and will not include family members or pets.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

**NO Sessions at the Tampa Office 

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS 

Friday sessions are back to being phone-only for folks that I usually see at Kodawari until further notice. You can book time with me in the shop and schedule online.   3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/  

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

LEARN MORE HERE

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library. 

Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

Abundance Abuse Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe COVID-19 Daily GPS Reset Dark Energies/Fears Decision Making Diet & Exercise Education & Learning Family & Relatives The Gold Coin Healing Physical Body Healing Mental Stress Holiday Stress

Increasing Intuition IRS & Tax Time Love & Romance Money Mindset Moving Forward Pain Relief Pet Healing Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling w/Ease Work & Career Weight Loss Windfall Youth & Vitality

TGIFunny

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session ​ ​​Transformational Healing of Body, Mind​ & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!​ ​ Download the My Liquid Fish® Starter Kit (*Updated May 2019) Audio MP3 Downloads​ and books​ to improve your life! Get Certified in ​My Liquid Fish® Change Made Simple® Watch Free Videos on YouTube Weekly Radio Show Archives Shop for ​Supplements ​ http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2020 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.smbeconnected.com  

Stay connected!

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA

[365dailyaffirmations]

TGIWednesday and do you have hitchhikers on board?

TGIWednesday News

How are you feeling?  How are you getting through this messy time?  In the cosmos now we're dealing with Mercury Retrograde and 7 other planets in retrograde AND a lunar eclipse/full moon and you know what that alone can do to throw you out of whack.  Know that this too shall pass and I am saying a prayer now that things can and will move into your favor here and now.  What about hitchhikers?  Several times this week I woke up and tested that I had other “hitchhikers” in me and my cat. WTH? That is something I am checking in with much more often these days and you should too and here's how. So if you’re feeling sad, lonely, scared or mad, it’s probably NOT even you. Get clear to yes, unclear to no and running forward.  Then make the statement, "There is only me in this body."  If you get a NO, you have hitchhikers on board.  Then fish them OUT until it tests YES to "There is only me/my being in this body now connected to the most high God."   

TGIWednesday Download

~  FINDING A QUIET PEACE ~

I believe, think, know and feel that I can be quiet and find solace and peace in this being now.  I am ready, willing and able to be still and know that I am connected to the highest God source there is.  I know, when, where, how and why to be speak, listen and or be quiet while at peace in this moment here and now I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.  

Monthly MySwitchWorks Event

Next Live Call is Wed. July 29th at 7:30pm EDT

We’re celebrating Independence Day all month long by FREEING you up from what’s holding you back!!!

Freedom from pain, stuckness, overwhelm, excess weight, uncertainty, procrastination, negative self-talk & beliefs, bad habits, past failures, your boss, a bad relationship, parents, siblings, abuse by others?

What are you ready to give up & become independent from? What’s been haunting you that you're ready to be done with? for good! Join us LIVE & submit your 3 issues by 3pm on day of event, July 29th.

Register Now - $22

(June) Restoring Inner Peace During Outer Chaos (May) Reinvigorating Your Work Life Switches (April) The Plandemic: Moving Forward (March) Luck Switches (Feb) Love & Romance Switches (Jan) Supercharge Abundance Switches (Dec) Abundance Switches (Sept) Youth & Vitality Switches Visit the shop for all replays and to play this brief audio if you've never heard Jimmy explain about switches. As one person on Facebook wrote when recommending to a friend: "These Zoom calls are an absolute "yawn fest" (in the very best sense ;) He works fast and furious with releases." 

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell The Fish: 365 Daily Inspirations & Affirmations

  JULY 8th "Today I will expect the impossible while being humble, loving and kind. I will treat others with kindness and as if this was their last day on earth. I will enjoy the company of others without expectation. I will enjoy the presence of others and just be."

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Thurs. July 30th - Your Divine Uniqueness with host Moncef Akfir.  Join Spiritual Masters FREE For Live & Interactive Sessions, Plus Receive Instant Bonuses. Register Here

Thursday Sept. 23rd - The Global Gathering with host Dipal Shah. The Gathering is an online spiritual event in which multiple healers, lightworkers, catalysts and spiritual teachers come together as ONE to support humanity by anchoring love, light, joy, wellness and optimism.    Join Us and Watch Online! 

The Jimmy Mack Healing Radio Show

TUESDAY'S at 4pm EDT / 1pm PDT CALL IN (206) 806-9965 https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions

Click Here for Previous Weeks' Show and a full archive of past guests & replays.

Yesterday's Show - Special Guest Joanne Leo | Psychic https://psychicjoanneleo.com/

UPCOMING GUESTS: July 14th - Gregory Joseph | Master Healer www.gregoryjosephhealer.com

July 21st  - Jeremy Riden | Divine Spark Ministries https://www.facebook.com/JeremyRiden/

July 28th Rev Debbie | Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. Visit her Facebook page

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show is LIVE on Tuesday's at 4pm EDT  If you want to Listen in only, go to this website: https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions OR If you want to call in & ask a question CALL (206) 806-9965 No need to press #1, just dial in and you'll be in the queue. If the Call in Number above doesn’t seem to work, please use this back up Call in Number: (425) 535-9149 when prompted, enter 206.806.9965 followed by #  International Callers, click the link below for the International call in list for your country.  If you're using the Free Conference Call App, it automatically re-routes the best call In number for you.  Please unblock your phone number if you wish to speak with Jimmy and or his guest host. Blocked, Restricted and Private Callers are not brought on air.

From the Fish Box

"Hi Jimmy, I have to mention that I bought one of your audio mp3s like March of last year and I listen to it everyday.  It was on money, and I will tell you that my money situation has completely changed and that's what enables me to afford healings from my favorite psychic gentlemen like you and Mark. I'm very grateful."  - Jill

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Nightly prayers include COVID-19. Each night we work on scrambling the frequency for everyone on the prayer list. Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers. *NOTE if the MDP Service was purchased via a special telesummit or radio show offer, prayers will be limited to BUYER ONLY - and will not include family members or pets.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

**NO Sessions at the Tampa Office 

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS 

Friday sessions are back to being phone-only for folks that I usually see at Kodawari until further notice. You can book time with me in the shop and schedule online.   3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/  

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

LEARN MORE HERE

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library. 

Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

Abundance Abuse Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe COVID-19 Daily GPS Reset Dark Energies/Fears Decision Making Diet & Exercise Education & Learning Family & Relatives The Gold Coin Healing Physical Body Healing Mental Stress Holiday Stress

Increasing Intuition IRS & Tax Time Love & Romance Money Mindset Moving Forward Pain Relief Pet Healing Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling w/Ease Work & Career Weight Loss Windfall Youth & Vitality

TGIFunny

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session ​ ​​Transformational Healing of Body, Mind​ & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!​ ​ Download the My Liquid Fish® Starter Kit (*Updated May 2019) Audio MP3 Downloads​ and books​ to improve your life! Get Certified in ​My Liquid Fish® Change Made Simple® Watch Free Videos on YouTube Weekly Radio Show Archives Shop for ​Supplements ​ http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2020 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.smbeconnected.com  

Stay connected!

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA