#must be bummed he’s not gonna be at the finale

[whoblewboobear]

Truly hate that the racist of the season is clout chasing rn. Like bro shut the fuck up you’re a disgrace and you showed your whole ass on national television.

We don’t wanna see your creep ass anywhere on social media take the fucking hint, freak 👀🔪

[moonstruckme]

I know we have emt mauraders (and I absolutely love them with all of my heart), but I can't get the image of fireman James out of my head. He's just so beefed up and just has that build about him. You know? 🫠

So true babe <3

cw: reader is trapped in elevator for a bit

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 753 words

It took you some time to work up the courage to press the HELP button. Your building’s elevator has always been a bit scary, shuddering and screeching ever since you’d moved in, so you’d hoped for a while that it would just fix itself, remember that it was supposed to be moving and deliver you safely to your floor. No such luck.

You’re endlessly glad that you’re going home and not running late to work when it takes the fire crew another twenty minutes to show up. You’re guessing elevator rescues aren’t at the top of their priority list. When someone finally bangs on a door somewhere below you, you scramble up from where you’ve been sitting on the floor. 

“Fire department,” a man’s voice says.

“Hi,” you call back, feeling immediately stupid for it. Were you supposed to say your job description back or something? 

“Is everyone okay? How many of you are there?” 

“It’s—it’s just me.” 

“Alright,” the voice says, “we’re gonna get you out of there, just give us a second.” 

You hum back though he probably can’t hear. There’s a lot of creaking metal and muffled voices, and then the door to your prison squeaks slowly open. Most of what you can see is clearly elevator shaft, but there’s a small opening at your feet. Once it’s a couple of feet wide, a curly head pops through. 

“Hi,” the voice from earlier says. It comes from a lovely face, all tan skin and warm eyes and a radiant smile, like this man finds everything about his day genuinely cheering. “You alright in here? Injured at all?” 

It takes you a second to find your voice, and even once you do it sounds pitchier than normal. “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” 

“Perfect.” Somehow, his grin seems to widen, which is a bit much for you right now. Suddenly you’re kind of dizzy. “Okay, I’m just going to have you scooch on your bum over here and stick your legs out, yeah? I’ll pop out so I can lower you down.” 

He’s going…he’s going to grab your legs. Okay. Awesome. This is totally your everyday. 

Some of your hesitance must show on your face, because the man’s expression softens. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself,” he says. “I’m James. What’s your name?” 

You tell him, so quietly you’re not sure he can hear, but James nods anyway. “Y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve already been stuck for god knows how long, and I’m sure you’d like to get to where you’re going. This is the easy part, okay?” 

“Okay,” you echo. 

James gives you an encouraging smile, retreating from the opening. “Alright, just set your legs out here,” he calls up. 

You sit down on the elevator floor, slipping your feet through so your legs are dangling in open air. A second later, strong hands grip the undersides of your thighs. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” James says. “I’m gonna ease you out, and I just need you to lean back so you don’t bump your head on anything, yeah?” 

You hum in response. He starts pulling you out of the elevator, his grip moving up your thighs to your bottom once it emerges. Your heart thunders, both from the intimate contact and from trusting your weight wholly to someone else. Soon you’ve cleared the opening. Another set of hands cups the back of your head to ensure you don’t hit it on the elevator floor, and then you’re sitting up, your hands landing on James’ shoulders for balance. They’re really quite substantial, you can’t help but notice, wide and full of thick, corded muscle. He tilts his head back, grinning up at you. 

“See?” he says. “Easy.” 

A dizzy little laugh escapes you, and James’ grin takes on a whole new quality. Something curious about it. He hoists you up in his arms, grip transferring to your waist so he can lower you to the floor. 

“Thanks,” you manage, looking up at him. You look at the other handful of firefighters around too, the embarrassment of your situation finally sinking in. Your face heats. “I really appreciate the help.” 

“Anytime, sweetheart,” James says. As the others start packing up equipment, his attention stays on you. “You sure you’re alright? Where are you going from here?” 

You do your best to give him a smile of your own. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just going home. I live on the sixth floor.” 

He hums. “Best take the stairs this time.”

[bug-slappy]

What Serizawa lore and dialogue in the manga that got cut from the anime are you talking about specifically I'm curious /gen

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO GO HAM!!! any adaptation is gonna have its cutbacks due to time restraints, but i feel like so many of serizawas lines/important moments got totally butchered or cut completely just to be replaced with cute moments that never happen in the manga.

!! MP100 SPOILERS HEAD obvi !!

First case: In the manga, when serizawa finally stands up to toichiro, things pan out COMPLETELY differently!

I feel like this is a really important moment for serizawa. whatever false idea of friendship serizawa had left is ripped away from him. its unnerving to see how brutal and ruthless toichiro is, finally showing his true colours to serizawa after manipulating him for 3 years. I feel like its also a really important moment for reigen to bare witness to. serizawa and toichiros relationship serves as an exaggerated parallel to mob and reigens. A powerful and persuasive man using a naïve esper for their powers under the false promise of learning to control their powers, whether it helps them for better or for worse. big difference is that reigen does help mob in the style of important life lessons and guiding him towards being a good person. after the separation arc, reigen realizes how manipulative he's been to mob, he becomes a better person because of it. but i feel like after the TOICHIRO fight specifically is where we see a very clear difference in how reigen treats mob. he becomes a lot more patient and less controlling. it bums me out that this interaction was cut completely from the anime. I think it must have been for time because they also cut ekubos moments.

Serizawa not knowing what getting arrested is:

Calling the Yokai hunter out on his bluff:

they replaced this with the awesome fight scene but still an awesome line i wish they kept it was so bad ass lol:

But the most shocking thing that they cut from the finale was this scene, after mob goes to reigen and serizawa for advice on asking out tsubomi:

not only is it fruity,,... but more importantly its a super important moment!!! seeing reigen open up like this in front of another person is something we havent seen up until this point!! mob and reigen have impacted each other so much, and its a FANTASTIC segway into the final chapter! absolutely crazy to me that they would cut such a deep personal moment especially considering how much BONES loves reigen.. it gets "implied" through a quick silent moment between reigen and serizawa (all they show in the anime is serizawa looking surprised at him)

not only that, but its so interesting how easily reigen opens up around serizawa. he doesn't do that around anyone else (probably because serizawa is the only person near his age playing an active role in his life bro has no friends)

and its incredible how well serizawa can already read reigen after such a short time working at S&S. serizawa tends to be quiet and hang in the background, but in the manga it has a purpose; hes observing the world around him. when he does have something to say it has importance and is carefully thought out.

in the anime so much of that important dialogue is cut and replaced with his moe salaryman moments which sure its cute, but when you know what he was really supposed to be saying its such a major let down. I feel like the writers didnt know about serizawas huge fan following hes had since his premier, so they didn't really care about him. thats my best guess as to why so many good moments got cut

also this:

serizawa mentioned during his fight with mob that hes accidentally sent his mother flying before with his powers,,, exactly like mobs traumatic moment when he sent ritsu flying and injured him when they were kids... as i mentioned earlier, serizawa has always been a very clear parallel to mob (i can talk more about that in another post if someone asks). I was really hoping theyd go deeper into this moment in the anime but it GOT CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAAUGH!!!!

and this page right after.. MAN:

BROTHER.... to me, i feel like this is the moment that made serizawa certain reigen doesnt have powers. not only does he have a talent for reading people, but he has to know by now. if he thought reigen had powers to protect himself, he wouldn't be saving his ass all the time like he does.

he knows reigen wont be fine on his own. he knows that reigen has something hugely important to tell him, important enough that reigen is willing to die to run out there and tell him

WHICH BY THE WAY THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL BUTCHERING OF A SCENE OF ALL TIME:

from what ive researched it seems like a common occurrence in japanese culture to remove your shoes before attempting suicide. this is such an intense and impactful moment for reigen to be removing his shoes. looking around and seeing the situation hes in, but still throwing himself into harms way so he can protect mob like hes done so many times before, but in this scene hes making the concious decision to go in, knowing the risk involved. INSANE THAT IN THE ANIME they made removing his shoes some sort of way to get better grip to run. obviously, running barefoot in rubble and destruction is not going to give you better foot grip.. I think they did that to make the scene more lighthearted but it just feels like poor taste.

i feel like the style choices combined with the dialogue cuts in S3 seriously take away from the intense impact of the manga. ONE has such a talent for writing characters to be fleshed out human beings as well as interpersonal relationships. season 1 and 2 did such a good job of showing that even when there had to be scene cuts.

if you havent already, I think you should for sure read the manga. its even more life changing to me than the anime already is, and ONE has a beautiful art style and can convey strong emotions better than anything else ive ever seen. I have more good serizawa moments than this that were cut, and a lot of dialoue between mob and ??? was removed too, but i don't want to spoil every funny joke or character building moment.

this is why i think everyone should read the manga and the REIGEN spin off book :) thank you for reading through this!

ps: devastated when this got cut

[dropthedemiurge]

Love for Love's Sake | Things you didn't notice (probably)

Finally, I am watching a good K-BL and can enjoy multi-layered meanings within language, culture and translated subs altogether (unlike with Thai series where I need to learn a new language again xD)

So I'll be pointing out some fun things that I noticed for fellow foreign viewers =) Beware of a long post!

Disclaimer: I'm not fluent in Korean, but I've been learning and using it for years + lived and studied in Korea for a while so I'm offering my perspective and knowledge but it might not be the Ultimate Truth

Episode 1

«I prefer lonely supporting characters instead of happy protagonists. Cha Yeowoon is still unhappy. ... - Where are you going? - To see my main (최애). I mean, Cha Yeowoon.»

The word Tae Myungha used to described Cha Yeowoon, as I heard, was actually 최애 (choe-ae). It's a slang that can be translated as "my favourite" and typically is used for K-pop group members, meaning "my bias" (think One True Pairing but One True Person instead). Then, as his fellow classmate gets confused, hearing such word referring to a popular student in their school, Tae Myungha changes to "I mean, Cha Yeowoon", and it works because the word and the name sound similar.

Myungha uses this word because in the intro he stated that Yeowoon is his favourite character in the book out of all. So basically, his first reaction was "- Where are you going? - I'm gonna run to find my blorbo&lt;3", which is so admirable. I'd also get obsessed with making happy my fav side character that was treated unfairly by creators :D

«Kids like chocolate, right? ... (Yeowoon grabs an icecream, Myungha grabs the same, adding with surprise:) Didn't see that coming. Bi-Bi-Big (비비빅)? You eat like an old man.»

What surprised Myungha there? That Yeowoon chose this icecream->

It's a traditional icecream that is made out of red beans. This taste is usually associated with older people (because typically kids like sweet things and older people like less sweet/bland tastes), also red beans or read bean paste is used in many traditional desserts in Korea. Yeah, who would've thought that a high schooler would choose this icecream out of all options?

Later, Myungha gets the message "You can compare Bi-Bi-Big to big Ba-Bum-Bar (another icecream with "old man taste" from chestnuts), why the hell would you eat it?" and gets confused as the message seems missent. I am confused as well, because Myungha wasn't the one choosing this icecream and Yeowoon wasn't typing in his phone. Considering that the phone number is unknown, I can guess that it might be a commentary from the book's author who's watching Myungha playing his story game? Let's figure it out in the next episodes!

«- You eat like an old man. - Do you play sports? - No. - Weird. You're a whiner like I've always heard. - Kids these days have no manners.»

My quick translation->

«- You eat like an old man. - Sunbae, do you play sports? - No. - Strange. You sound like one of those older jerks (꼰대). - Kids these days have no manners.»

More on the differences between Tae Myungha and Cha Yeowoon:

Myungha tried to poke Yeowoon about his "old man tastes", and Yeowoon called him out for his conservative/stereotypical thinking.

Yeowoon keeps calling Myungha sunbae (because he knows MH's a senior in their school so he must be polite), and Myungha REALLY TALKS LIKE AN OLD MAN to him ("Kids these days" in the subs does translate this style of speech correctly! I'm glad). We all know he's much older before he was thrown into high school times (~25-30yo?), but his words and intonations really make you feel like he's 50-60yo or something xD

Yeowoon doesn't like this at all, though, so he calls Myungha a sort of derogatory term 꼰대 (kkondae), which is used to described old conservative people who are set in their ways and keep nagging and scolding young people for not behaving properly. And, as a runner, he implies that there are senior sportsmen that are hazing or nagging younger sportsmen like this as well, that's who Myungha reminds him of. No wonder the affection stats fell down in the minus zone so hard!

There you go, guys, these are my comments on the first episode of Love for Love's sake! It is filmed so well, I like the idea, and I really enjoyed it (if this one gets really popular just like Semantic Error, we might get more BLs about gamers or gamedevs and I WILL LOVE IT I am so here for it, hehe)

Stay tuned for more as I watch next episodes :]

[borathae]

Galaxies

"You and he create galaxies when you are together."

Pairing: Witch!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Comfort Smut, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: Domish switch!Yoongi, subby switch!Reader, they're actual soulmates, their connection is so deep i'm in pain, love making, having to stay quiet, some flirty bickering because it's them, a short sexy fight about Dominance, oral (both receiving), handjob, pussy fingering, eye contact & hand holding, lots of kissing, he eats her pussy in multiple ways, and worships her breasts, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampie, slight strength kink but make it magical, cowgirl position morphing into lotus position, dirty talk but make it romantic with a pinch of sexy, something magical happens between them, cuddles & snuggles & giggles for aftercare, they're so in love i'm gonna cry

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: i always thought that i couldn't get any more obsessed with them and then i introduced witch!yoongi x witch!reader and i actually became INSANE for them like i'm in pain they're meant for each other 😭💜

《 Bonus Smut to this 》

Yoongi is under the covers, reading, when you enter the room. He looks at you and looks away instantly, doing a terrible job at hiding the widening of his eyes. A flush of his cheeks follows.

“Are you being shy because I’m in my towel?” you ask him in a chuckle.

“I’m not shy”, he defends himself, staring into his book obsessively.

“You’re so silly sometimes”, you say and drop the towel to change into your pyjamas instead. 

Yoongi doesn’t look at you directly even once, but tries to sneak one hidden glance from the corner of his eyes. 

“I saw that”, you tease him for it.

“I didn’t do anything. Whatever, good night”, he babbles and slams the book closed, proceeding to lie down on his side with his back facing you.

He makes you laugh. He is so effortlessly funny.

“Gosh, you silly you. What’s the matter?” you coo, bending down to hug him. 

He has his eyes closed and lips pulled into a thin line, almost as if he is trying really hard not to look. 

You snicker, pecking his cheek.

“I love your silly bum” you say, giving his butt a soft slap as you straighten back up.

Yoongi grumbles something unintelligible.

You bring the towel into the bathroom to dry and get two glasses of water from downstairs. Your grandparents have gone to sleep already, Taehyung and Jungkook seem to have come home as well, judging by the painting equipment on the dining table. They are nowhere to be found, however their jackets are missing. They must be outside. You could look for them, but quite frankly and with no ill intent, you don’t want to. You want to go back to Yoongi and tease him some more.

The man of your hour is back to reading.

“I’ve got water”, you announce yourself, placing the glasses on the bedside table. 

“Mmh.”

You climb onto Yoongi’s lap, staying there for a little until he finally looks at you over the edge of his book. He cocks his right brow up in question.

“Boop”, you say, poking the tip of his nose with your finger.

He blinks rapidly, moving his head back like a cat surprised about being touched. He even ogles your finger, going a little cross eyed for it.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the most boopable nose ever?” 

“What?” 

“Boop”, you do it again, forcing Yoongi to show off his double chin from how aggressively he tries to ogle your finger.

“What are you doing?” his voice is distorted from the position.

“Has no one booped your nose before?” 

“What? No?” 

“Boop.”

“What is that? Why are you doing this?” he sounds so adorably stressed about the unfamiliar affection.

You have to laugh, cradling his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss on the nose.

“You’re so fucking adorable, gosh you”, you say, biting his nose softly before giving it a second kiss. 

You sit back, sliding your hands to his chest. His pulse is a little raised. Cute.

“It’s affection. It’s nice. When you boop someone it means that they’re being playful with you and that they think a part of you is especially cute”, you explain and poke his nose, “boop.”

“Okay?” he tilts his head to the side, lifting his right hand to poke your nose, “boop?”

“Yes, exactly, but you have to raise your pitch as you do it. Like this. Boop.”

“Boop”, he barely raises his pitch.

You giggle, leaning into his touch. His eyes soften, he lets out a breathy chuckle, poking your nose again.

“Boop”, his voice was perfectly pitched.

“This was perfect”, you exclaim, wiggling on his lap because he makes you so giddy.

“Okay, if you say so”, he says in a chuckle, looking back into his book with a slight shake of his head. He is smiling to himself. 

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, rolling off of him to drop into the pillow. You stretch your arms from yourself, tracing his outer thigh like this.

You have luminescent stars on your ceiling. When you were little, you always counted them until you fell asleep. You find yourself doing it again, except that you can’t seem to get sleepy enough. You are a little droopy, but definitely not sleepy. Yoongi finished a chapter in the time you counted the glowing stars, now finding himself in the middle of the next chapter when you roll to your side beside him. 

You are under the covers, having them pulled up all the way to your ears. 

Yoongi notices your eyes on him and looks down. You are gazing at him as if he was the brightest star in this room, giving him a cute toothless smile the moment your eyes meet.

“Should I turn off the lights?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“I counted the stars a hundred times”, you tell him.

“You did?”

“Yeah”, your smile grows, the sparkle in your eyes does as well.

Yoongi feels his pulse speed up just a little.

“I like looking at you”, you say, showing him your teeth in a grin.

Yoongi is melting. You are so adorable.

He brushes the back of his hand down your cheek. You accept the affection with closed eyes.

“You’re beautiful”, he says softly, looking back into his book.

He tries to pull his hand back, but you stop him with a small “no”.

He studies you curiously. You are turning your back to him, wiggling it out of the blanket.

“Can I have scratches?”

Yoongi begins to scratch your back wordlessly, holding the book with his other hand and using his thumb to flip the page. He’s got the hand size for it. 

You like this so much. Back scratches are the best thing ever. They are so tingly and relaxing. Yoongi never stays at one place for too long, touching whatever inch he could reach and alternating between different patterns. He also switches between using his fingertips and using his nails, adding such amazing sensations to the innocent affection.

You are significantly sleepier when Yoongi’s arm grows tired and he has to take a short break by scratching your scalp instead. You showed him how he could do it best in order not to tug on your hair or damage it and he is doing it exactly like that, using a little bit of pressure because you like it. 

You visibly melt into the touch, inching closer to him until your butt touches his leg. You let out a little sound of comfort, nodding your head.

Yoongi looks at you, lowering the book for a moment. Something inside him shifts into the right place, granting him access to his sweetest realization.

He is actually taken.

He has someone who sees him worthy to date. 

He makes someone feel safe in his presence, safe enough that she loves him.

He can be gentle and soft and tender. He can make someone feel good.

He isn’t alone anymore, holy fuck, he is actually taken.

This is his reality.

Yoongi places the book aside to spoon you instead, putting his arms around you so he can pull you against his chest. He buries his nose in your neck, giving you a soft squeeze. 

You giggle, snuggling into him instantly.

“My princess”, he whispers.

“Your heart is racing so much.”

“I’m happy.”

“I’m happy too, my love.”

“Mhm my princess”, he lets out in a breath, following it up with a kiss to your cheek.

“Tickles”, you snicker.

He chuckles with you, wrestling you gently until you are on your back and he can kiss every inch of your face. You accept it with a racing heart and butterflies in your stomach. The day must have been really, really amazing for Yoongi because you have never witnessed him so affectionate before. Quite frankly, it drives you mad in the fluffiest of ways. 

Yoongi ends his love attack with a big smooch to your lips. 

“Mwuah”, he lets out, scrunching his nose, “that was affection too.”

“I might actually pass out. You’re so cute, oh god.”

Yoongi takes your hands and pins them above your head, holding them softly.

“You’re cuter”, he says and rests his head on your chest. You try to hug him, but his hands keep a tight grip around yours. 

So you stay pinned down and under him, while Yoongi nuzzles your chest, breathing deeply as he does.

“Your heart’s racing.”

“Because you are so affectionate. I’m not used to it.”

He lifts his head, looking at you.

“I can be affectionate.”

“Yeah, you can. Just not so cutely.”

“Is that so bad?”

You shake your head, “it’s the best thing ever. I like it so much.”

“Mhm”, he lowers his eyes, letting them run over you mindlessly. 

Somehow in the nice silence of it all, he managed to throw one leg over yours, now resting it between your thighs. Like this, you are so close, separated by nothing but your thin sleeping clothes. 

Yoongi meets your eyes again.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful too, my love.”

He cups your cheek, running his thumb along your cheekbone. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“I like it a lot that you always ask me, you know?”

“Yeah well, it means a great deal to me to know you want it. I’m not Hades”, he jokes, making you laugh.

“Oh god, not that again. Yeah, you definitely aren’t him”, you say and ruffle his hair, “come and kiss me, you softie.”

Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice, falling into the kiss with closed eyes and a happy purr. 

He wants to savour every second of the kiss, just as you want to do the same. And because you and he want to cherish the kiss with such care, it happens that it lasts oh so very long. The touches are adoring and full of love. Your limbs never truly break apart, tangling closer together as the moments become longer. 

Distance is only truly present when you have to breathe and even during those moments, you stay oh so very close. 

You spend a lot of time on your back, but Yoongi spends just as much time on his back. Truly, the bed might be small, but you roll around in it nonetheless as time passes in the sweetest way. 

The night is a lot darker when Yoongi begins breaking the kiss more and more often. You shift your legs to get more comfortable, brushing against his middle this way. The reason for his sudden need for so many breaks reveals itself to your skin hard and a little wet.

“Ah-hm”, he lets out, following it up with a huff of air and a messy kiss to your neck.

Tingles run through you. You move your leg again. 

Yoongi reaches down and stops it gently.

“Stay still, please.”

“Boongie, did you get hard?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…so nice.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp, embarrassing him so much that he breaks away and flops to his other side.

“I’m sorry”, he says into his hands, which he has thrown over his face.

With a fond chuckle, you spoon him, trying to drag his hands away from his face.

“Why are you apologising?” 

“I, I’m not sexualising you. I swear, I’m not.”

“Gosh, you silly boy”, you say, rolling him to his back. You straddle him, grinding down on him purposefully.

Yoongi gasps, arching his back and squeezing his legs together. His hands grasp your hips, squeezing desperately.

Perfect. What a perfect little reaction.

You put your weight on his thighs, placing your hands on his chest. His heart is racing. 

“You’re worrying about the silliest things sometimes. I like when you get hard.”

“You do?”

“Mhm, I do”, you dance your fingers to his neck and close them around it. 

Yoongi parts his lips, fluttering his lashes droopily. You aren’t even applying pressure and his head already feels heavier than before. 

“It’s so hot when you get hard for me. Can I give it a feel, my love?” 

He nods his head, humming a shy yes.

You keep your dominant hand on his neck, using the other to feel him up. His sleeping shorts are very thin, giving you the most delicious sensations on your fingertips. You like how hard cock feels under clothing. How it is just so there and hard and how you can feel out the shape of it. You especially love it when Yoongi gets hard because he is a very leaky man. His once dark grey shorts become almost black at the parts where his tip naturally lies. Wet and sticky. That’s how the fabric feels as you trace him. 

“Hm”, the sound leaves him shakily.

You lift your gaze. He has his eyes closed, biting down on his lower lip and furrowing his brows. His hands lie on each side of his head, opening and closing repeatedly. Even now he is looking for someone to hold his hands. If you weren’t suddenly filled with so much gluttony for this man, you would hold his hands until forever ends. 

But instead, you abandon his neck to pull down his shorts and take out his cock. Yoongi rips his eyes open, reaching for you to stop you. He can’t get very far and then you have him gripping the sheets and rolling his eyes back as you sink his cock into your mouth. 

You lick and suckle his tip as if it was a dripping popsicle, slurping and humming the same way. 

Yoongi doesn’t know words right now. He doesn’t know speech. Nor think. All he knows is noise. Make noise. Gasp. Gasp. Gasp and sigh and gasp again. Breathe. Gasp. Whimper. Gasp again. Yoongi doesn’t know words, nor speech and all he can really do is fight for air.

His trembling gasps and little sounds only strengthen your hunger for him. You moan, wiggling your tongue around him in sloppy yet calculated swirls. He tastes different as a human. More…human. As a vampire, he tastes sweet and definitely magically addicting. His essence is meant to charm, to pull the person in and make them dependent on its taste. Right now, all his essence serves is to prove how needy you get him. He doesn’t taste sweet, but he tastes good. So good. Even as a human he tastes so good. 

“Wow Yoongi, you’re so yummy”, you lull, taking him in deeper with a delicious moan. 

Yoongi finally gains back control. He grasps your hair and tugs you away.

“Stop.”

“Don’t like it?” you make sure, fleeing his weak grasp to instead litter his inner thighs with love bites and hickeys. 

It is Not easier to handle for Yoongi. Not in the fucking slightest. He stutters his words as if he never spoke before.

“We, we aren’t at ho-home. You’re so loud, you’ll wake, wake your grandparents.”

You stifle a chuckle.

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, biting his thigh on the most sensitive spot.

Yoongi gasps, arching his back and throwing his hand over his mouth.

“Quiet please”, he tries to hiss but it comes out as a needy beg.

You smile, changing position so you were hovering over him. Your crotch is pressed into his balls, his cock rubs against your stomach. Up until this point in your relationship the thought of being fucked by you had never crossed Yoongi’s mind. He didn’t fantasise about it, didn’t visualise it nor wished for it. Quite frankly, he never even considered it an option. Now all his mind produces are images of having you pump into him. He gulps repeatedly, gawking at you with hazy eyes. What is happening to him? 

You move closer to his face, grinding your crotch against him naturally. His hips chase it, his head is pounding. Holy fuck, you’re messing him up. 

“We’ll be quiet. Don’t worry”, you whisper, intertwining your hands with his’, “at least, I’ll be quiet”, you add with a teasing smirk.

“Princess”, he croaks, squeezing your hands. 

“Yeah?” you breathe, kissing his neck.

Yoongi speaks with his eyes rolled back and his body shivering with each kiss. 

“Promise me to be quiet.”

“I promise.”

“I want you.”

“I want you too”, you say and trace his ear with your tongue.

He trembles, ripping his hands from your grasp to hold your waist instead. Just once then he already changes his mind again and looks for your hands. 

“Mhm, I want you like crazy”, you purr as your tongue continues to trace his ear. He seems to be sensitive there and you like it when he shivers. 

“Princess…” he sighs, giving you all the shivers you so like to witness. 

“Yoongi…” you breathe, kissing a path down his clothed torso until you have his cock under your lips again.

You take him back inside, paying attention to his tip while your hands do the rest. It feels so good and Yoongi is feeling his control slip. Panic. He presses his legs together and reaches down, tugging you away.

“Wait, just wait”, he gasps out.

You sit back on your heels.

“Changed your mind?”

“No, I just.” He sits up, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. “Sorry, it’s fast. For me. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. I’m sorry for rushing you. Do you want to stop?” you say, rubbing his back.

“No, I just need a moment. I, I get so horny so fast. And, and then I can’t control my thoughts anymore and it’s”, he huffs out air, “fucking shit, I’m talking actual ass.”

“No, you’re not. Why do you wanna control your thoughts during these moments?”

“Because…I don’t know. They’re really sexual.”

“And? I’m having sexual thoughts too.”

“You do?” 

Your eyes meet. You nod your head. 

“But they’re really sexual”, he insists.

“Samesies.”

He blinks rapidly, looking away. He rubs his own neck, doing so nervously.

“You know what I think your issue is right now?”

“Tell me.”

“Your sense of smell sucks ass.”

He scoffs, cocking his brow at you in question.

You get out of bed and put yourself in front of him. You take off your pants. Yoongi tries not to look but still ends up looking. Once bared, you step closer. Right between his legs so he has no choice but to look at you. 

“Can I have your hand?”

He offers it to you, switching between looking at your face in question and your middle in desire. 

You flip his hand so his palm is facing up, then guide it between your legs. You hold his pointer finger, moving it through your folds so he can really get a feel of how wet he makes you.

Yoongi purrs, tightening his jaw.

“Can you feel that?”

“Ye-yeah.”

“You might not be able to smell how wet I am, but I am”, you say and grind down on his finger, “you’re not the only one horny. I’m horny too, so much. I’m so wet for you”, you mewl, giving him pretty eyes.

“Holy fuck, princess”, he chokes out, pulling you into a kiss with his left hand on the nape of your neck. He shakes off your hand, taking over between your legs. His middle and ring finger sink into you, his thumb begins to massage your clit. 

Not having expected the sudden burst of pleasure, you whimper into the kiss, grasping his shoulders to stop your wobbling knees from giving up completely. 

Yoongi curls his long fingers, grazing over your spot most sensitive with such precision that you have to break the kiss just to gasp his name. 

“That’s nice, mhm?” confidence is finally in his voice. The raspy deepness of it has returned now that he is in his comfort space; making you feel good. 

“Yeah”, you gasp, following it with a wobble of your knees, “is so nice.”

“Mhm. Put your arms around me.”

You follow, burying your hands deep in his soft hair. It’s so soft and thick. He has so much of it. It’s so fucking amazing to play with it. 

“That’s it. Hold onto me, my beloved”, he whispers, falling back into the kiss with you. You use your tongues instantly, sighing and moaning quietly. All while his hand continuously drags the warmest and deepest pleasure to the surface. Every curl of his fingers, every rub of his thumb is placed with precision. As if he studied your body to the point of perfection. And in a sense he did. He might still hide his own spots from you, feeling too scared to show himself this way, but he knows the paths of your body by heart. While he hid behind always taking the lead, he learned so that he can now make you sigh so very much with just three of his fingers.

But you are stubborn. He likes this about you even if sometimes your stubbornness leads him into rather overwhelming situations. Like your right hand suddenly dropping to his cock to begin jerking him off. He breaks the kiss, moaning loudly just to follow it up with a gasp.

“Quiet”, he hisses.

“I’m not the one being loud”, you throw back sassily, twisting your hand around his heated tip. It looks so flushed between your fingers, like the prettiest shade if pink.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you”, he presses out through gritted teeth, huffing out air in time with his fingers fucking into you. Again and again. In a fast, sloppy rhythm. 

But because you are you – the most perfect, stubborn, giving goddess – you don’t crumble under his touches. You match his rhythm, pumping his cock with such sloppy goodness that Yoongi feels dizzy. He moans into your mouth, tilting his head back. He licks your lips, wobbling so much that he accidentally licks the tip of your nose as well. It makes you giggle, which in return messes him up more. 

“I don’t think that you’re gonna ruin me” you whisper, watching the effect of your hand job wash over his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes rolled back and halfway open. 

“Brat”, he croaks, “ahmmmm”, he moans, squeezing his lips together just so he can’t be loud. 

“But I’m your brat.”

“Mhm, my brat. My pretty, stubborn brat”, he whispers and kisses you deeply. This is the kind of kiss which would already make you weak in normal situations but with his hand between your legs, it is quite frankly impossible to receive. 

It suddenly gets so, so hard to keep the rhythm going. Yoongi, who notices the faltering touches around his cock, smirks into the kiss, picking up skill to show you how good he can give it to you. He always gets what he wants. He is going to ruin you. Your sweet, little attempts to break him first might distract him for a while, but at the end of it, he is going to get what he wants. You’re his perfect soulmate, you are going to crumble for him even if you try so very hard it make him crumble first. 

You squeak a little, breaking the kiss. You twist his hair and tug, forcing his head to tilt back. Your eyes are half lidded and droopy as you look at him, your lips are parted. 

“You have to…do better.”

He smirks, “don’t test me.”

“Try me.”

With a soft push he puts distance between you and him. His fingers are gone for now, grabbing your wiggling hips. He slides off of bed, falling to his knees and dropping his head on the edge of the mattress. Like this, he pulls you onto his face, licking your pussy with an eager tongue the second it comes into contact with you.

“Yoongi”, you mewl, having to twist the blanket for support. 

“Lean on me, princess. I’ve got you”, he purrs between licks, caressing your shaking legs with eager hands.  

“This is unfair, oh god Yoongi”, you mewl, dropping your head. You are really trying to be quiet. Yoongi not so much now that he is pussy drunk and lost. He is so noisy in his licks and slurps, adding throaty growls and delicious purrs to it. How obviously in his element he finally is. How little he cares for his environment when his face is buried between your legs. The switch will never fail to make you shake. To have him go from shy and reserved to a complete noisy munch. Oh, you can barely handle it. 

But even Yoongi has to stop. Even Yoongi has to come to the painful realisation that humans have to breathe, that he can’t spend minutes without air. He growls as he does it, looking up at you with blown out pupils and a messy lower face. 

“You’re my fucking everything, princess”, he purrs, “fuck, why is air so sparse?” 

“Cause you’re human.”

“Mhm, if only there was a spell for unlimited air. I’d live right here”, he lulls, dragging you back onto his tongue to devour every inch of your addictive pussy. Even as a human he loves the taste. Even as a human he feels charmed by it. Even as a fucking human, he can’t get enough. He feels mad in desire. His thoughts are scrambling again, spitting the most vile things imaginable, but he feels no shame anymore. Just maddening desire to make all these thoughts a reality. He wants you shaking, trembling and whimpering his name. He wants you wetting his face and gripping his hair. This is what he is good at. Even as a human. The proof is right there. He exists to give and give and give. 

You can’t even be mad at him for putting his own needs on the backbench because he is currently making you come insanely close to an orgasm and you are panicking.

You begin fleeing, gripping his hair, stumbling while he continuously drags you back onto his tongue. 

“It’s too much, please”, you beg. 

Yoongi slows down, using the moment to catch his breath. His tender hands rub the back of your thighs, soothing the shakes in them.

“Hurts?”

“No, too close.”

“Mhhhm”, he purrs and stops caring about your little whines. He drags you back onto his tongue, sucking and licking you on the spots most sensitive. Being close isn’t a reason to stop. He won’t entertain your begs when this is the reason. You talk big about making him crumble first, but he is hellbent on proving you wrong. He sucks and slurps, moving your hips on his tongue so you can feel everything. He basks in every throb, in every pulse and new droplet of pleasure you feed him. Fuck, he loves eating your pussy. 

You twist his hair, wobbling so incredibly much, and throw your hand over your mouth, scrunching your face as he makes you feel so much pleasure that it is hard to be quiet. He is definitely not easier to handle as a human. His fangs and long tongue might be missing, but his talent remains. This is it. If you hadn’t known it yet, you definitely know now. Yoongi is actually good. He isn’t just good because of vampiric magic, he is good because he has skill and an actual, insane obsession with eating pussy. 

“Yoongi please”, you beg because begging is all you can do.

He sucks on your clit with vigour, reminding you how sensitive you are there. The wet, fast licks which follow afterwards do the rest.  

You have to climax on his face if you wanted to or not. You really want to. He feels so good. 

“Yoon- you…unfair”, you choke out and feel the knot break. Hard and very hot. And because it’s Yoongi, he presses you closer as you throb, making it fucking impossible to function. If it wasn’t for your hand, you would squeal his name as loudly as you can.

You begin fleeing. Yoongi doesn’t let you. He uses magic on you to lift you and flip you so you were kneeling by the bed with your tummy against it. He cages you in behind him, kissing your neck with wet, puffy lips. His cock is between your legs, fucking back and forth to grind against your pussy. Electric. He makes you feel electric. And so utterly his’.

“Did you just use magic to, to move me?”

“Hm, maybe”, he purrs, placing his left hand over yours while he lets his right slip between your legs again.

You writhe and squirm, pressing into him just as much as you flee him. You whimper softly, reaching behind yourself to twist his hair. He purrs, cuddling closer as his hips grind into you.

“Mhm, now you’re so wet”, he whispers, playing with your clit even if you’re still sensitive, “and so fucking puffy. Mhm princess, love when you’re like this.”

“Yoongi please”, you get out, dropping your head against him. 

“Sensitive?” 

“Yeah”, you mewl.

“You’re such a good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with his cock against your clit.

You gasp, trying to form words.

“What’s the matter, mhm?”

“I love you.”

He falters, stilling for just a moment before he hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek.

“I love you too, my beloved”, he says against it, following it up with a rub to your clit with his tip, “boop.”

“Huh?” you laugh instantly, craning your neck to look at him.

“Did I do it right, mhm?” he chuckles.

“I guess? Oh god, Boongie you’re so cute.” 

“Mhm, you’re cuter”, he says and slips his hand to your hips. “Stay quiet, I know you can do it”, he says and breaks away to lie down on the floor with his head between your legs. With one magical push he has you smothering him with your wet pussy. 

“Yoo-”, you silence yourself by dropping your head on the bed and biting the blanket. You huff out air repeatedly, writhing in his strong hold as he drags burning pleasure to the surface. 

You learned your lesson. Don’t challenge Yoongi about who gets the other to break first because you will lose. Even as humans you can’t win against him. His touches are too powerful, his devotion just too strong. With drool soaking the blanket and your legs shaking, you take the sloppy head he gives you against your childhood bed while the blinds are still open. 

If it wasn’t already fucking hot, the way he gives it to you does the rest. It isn’t long and he has you throbbing on his tongue a second time. The blanket works overtime to silence your squeals, his magic keeps you from completely sitting down on him. 

He also uses his magic to move you after you flee in overstimulation. He is on his feet within seconds, carrying you in his arms with ease. You know that he is using magic because it tingles a little. Or maybe you are tingling because he literally made you see stars. 

Whatever the case, you are utterly and completely his’ right now. He gazes up at you with his face wet and his lips puffy and deep pink. 

“Still wanna talk big?” he asks.

“I can’t stand you”, you choke out, dropping your head on his shoulder.

He laughs, “it’s what you get for challenging me, you little brat.” 

You tremble, exhaling shakily. 

“Aww poor baby, did I break you?” he coos as he climbs onto bed with you. You sit on his lap like this, hugging him oh so tightly.

“Shut up.”

He laughs deeply, patting your butt. He kisses your shoulder, speaking softly.

“You did really well.”

“I still can’t stand you.”

“Princess, no. Don’t talk like this”, he whines in a chuckle. 

You lift your head, meeting his smiling face. You smile at him instantly, cupping his glowing cheeks. 

“I lied. I can’t get enough of you”, you say.

“That’s so much better.”

You giggle, pushing him down to kiss him. Yoongi falls with a throaty moan, letting you straddle him gladly. This is a position he will always feel comfortable in. You and he are equal here and he loves it when you show him that you can push him around easily. 

You moan and sigh into the kiss, feasting on the taste of you as your hands are restless on his torso. His own hands are restless as well and somehow in the fumbling of it all, he manages to take off your shirt. It drops to the floor, Yoongi pulls you to his face instantly so he can kiss and suck your breasts. Like this, your pussy is grinding against his clothed stomach, messing up his shirt. 

“I want your skin, please Yoongi.”

“Rip my shirt”, he lulls, face first in your tits. 

“How??”

“Challenge the feelings and use their strength. Trust me.”

You do as you are told, ripping the shirt with ease. 

“Yoongi”, you moan, throwing the shirt to the side. It repairs itself mid air because Yoongi does it, dropping to the floor in one piece. 

“Good job, my good girl. Fuck, my good girl”, he praises, burying himself back in your tits to devote his everything to them.

You close your eyes in a roll, dropping your forehead on the edge of the backrest. You have what you craved. You are grinding against his naked stomach, feeling everything. His soft skin, his happy trail and his warmth. If he hasn’t already ruined you before, he definitely would have now. But he already made you crumble, resulting in the grinds to make you twitch each time your clit comes into contact with him.

“You feel so good…”

“Mhm, you feel so good too, princess.”

“I wanna fuck you.”

He smiles, “wanna fuck you too.”

You shimmy down until you have his cock under you. You wrap your fingers around his base, guiding it through your folds. 

Yoongi purrs, gazing at you with droopy eyes and a giddy smile. His big hands caress your thighs, his chest heaves up and down in excited breaths.

“My beautiful”, he sighs, lowering his lids just a little more, “can’t wait to be inside.”

“I’ll do it now, I can’t wait. Ready?” 

He smiles up at you, nodding his head with a hum.

“I love you.”

“I love you too”, he whispers, arching his back when you sink him into you. 

He bottoms out within seconds, filling you up so good that you have to gasp for air.

“Does it hurt?” he asks worriedly.

But you shake your head, “it feels so good. So warm and, and...” You shiver, smiling at him. “And so right.”

“It does princess, it does”, he agrees with adoration in his honey voice.

You start moving, struggling within seconds because your legs are wobbly. So to help you, Yoongi props his arms up and holds both your hands, giving you something to lean on this way. Moving becomes so much easier, the connection even deeper. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, fucking beautiful, fuck”, Yoongi gets out, gazing at you with droopy eyes. His toes are curling. The pleasure you give him is intense and he wants to close his eyes, but missing out on your beautiful face would hurt too much. So he powers through it. He gazes even if his eyes burn in exhaustion, he smiles even if his lips want to form moans instead. 

To be looked at with such love makes you feel so good. So goddamn good that you don’t have to bounce on him to feel eternal. He is glad that you aren’t because it would set him off with the first movement. He likes the slowness of it, how gentle you move and how it makes both of you float in a warm, fluffy cloud of good pleasure.

“You’re beautiful, Yoongi”, you get out, squeezing his hands.

“You are”, he sighs and closes his eyes.

To watch him let go and truly enjoy it is too much. “Oh god”, you tremble, having to gasp. You stop instantly, otherwise you would have lost yourself. 

Yoongi opens his eyes and furrows his brows when he sees the sudden panic on your features.

“What’s the matter?” 

“My control, I-” 

“You’re safe, let it happen.” 

“But what will happen to you?” 

“Let it happen”, he encourages you and then his dark brown eyes glow purple. 

Your control crumbles instantly. Your eyes match his glow.

“Yoongi, your eyes.”

“Yours are the same.”

“What?” 

Thankfully you have a mirror on the wall just high enough that you can see yourself in it, meeting your purple eyes. You exhale shakily, meeting Yoongi’s equally as purple eyes in the reflection.

He smiles, squeezes your hands when you laugh in both disbelief and the overwhelming happiness such a connection brings you.

“Yoongi, oh my god, we’re the same.”

“I know.”

You turn to him, cupping his cheeks.

“My love, oh my love.”

He leans into your touch, sitting up moments later because he wanted to be closer to you. Like this, his stomach gives such nice pressure to your clit. He lifts you for just a second with the help of his magic and crosses his legs, making it more comfortable for both of you to be so close. Like this, you sit on his lap with your own legs around his hips.

“My love”, he whispers, moving your hips slowly so the connection can deepen even more. 

The glow becomes brighter and brighter. It is just you and him. You have never been closer than right now. If there was still doubt about your connection somewhere in this universe, this right here is the final proof. You share the same breath, the same warmth and the same colour of eyes as magic courses through both your bodies. You and he are both witches whose magic is based on their emotions and in this moment, your emotions are the same, your magic is one.

“I’d wait a million lifetimes for you, ___”, he whispers, cupping your cheek.

“I’d move the fucking stars for you, Min Yoongi.”

He smiles. Perhaps your eyes deceive you, but there are markings of purple suddenly glowing under his skin. Like a tattoo invisible made visible now that you let his own control slip oh so safely. And as your hips dance with his’ and your hands stay connected with him, the air around you begins dancing in millions of small stars. 

“What’s happening?”

“We’re moving the stars, my love”, he whispers.

The stars form their own galaxies, starting from the stars on your ceiling and spreading around you in clouds. 

“Yoongi.”

“Don’t cry, my love.”

“We can do that?”

He nods his head with the love growing in his eyes.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, “I love you so much.”

“I love you just as much” he sighs, rubbing your hip in soothing as he wipes the tears from your cheeks. You haven’t noticed it yet, but the same markings glow under your skin. He loves you so very much that he paints more stars onto your shared galaxy until the very room is filled with them. 

“Keep moving like this. It feels so good”, he tells you.

“Oh god.” You shiver. “Yeah, it does. Wow, it does.”

You chase the warmth between your legs. For but a moment, you had forgotten what you and he were doing. The magical moment was just too wonderfully distracting. Now that he made you aware of it again, you can’t help but feel just a little overwhelmed from it. This is sex, but this is so much more. You are chasing pleasure, but you are also chasing so much more. This is true love and you are chasing the addictive feeling of making magic with the One.

The stars are endless in the room, purple nebulas have started to form around you and him. The glow of them paints his skin a slight purple, making you glow just as much. 

So this is what it feels like. This is what giving up control feels like to someone like you. It is warm. It is so intensely warm that you have to seek his comfort by hiding away in his neck.

“I love you so much, oh god”, you choke out.

“I love you too, my beloved witch”, he whispers. His voice is trembling, his breath is just a little uneven. 

Your hearts are racing, the parts where you touch are heated and damp. You deepen the contact by burying your hands in his hair. It feels even softer now that magic sets him aflame. He shudders and exhales shakily, meeting your movements with desperate rolls of his hips.

“Yoon- ah”, you squeak, curling your toes in electric pleasure. 

Yoongi answers you in a small whimper and his fingers dimpling your softest spots. His own face is nuzzled into your shoulder, his veins can barely handle the endless pleasure your warmth gives him. He feels home right now. Home and finally in harmony with himself. There are no dark voices in the back of his mind, no curse urging him on to rip you apart, no desires of violence getting stronger and stronger the deeper he falls into you. There is no darkness. Just galaxies of purple and melodies of endless love. He feels out of control, but it creates good in the world. 

Yoongi has never felt more in harmony with himself than he does right now. And he wants to share this harmony with you. He wants you to bask in the warmth and silence of it and give you the deep, magical pleasure he feels as it happens. 

He presses you a little closer to his stomach, basking in the moan you muffle in his neck. He rolls his hips into you, eliciting yet another moan from you. Again. He needs to make you feel as good as you make him feel.

And it all gets a little too much for you. The connection, his touch, the pressure on your clit and the warmth of having him inside. At all gets a little too much for you. 

“Yoongi, I’m cumming.”

“Let go, my love. Let go.”

Your high came sooner than he thought it would, but he doesn’t mind. He holds you through it, looking at the room with awe in his purple eyes. You make the stars dance in swirls and waves. 

“You’re beautiful, my little witch. Your magic’s so beautiful”, he sighs, squeezing you closer to him to really give you the best you ever had, “you’re so beautiful, my love. You’re…so…beautiful…”

You feel so free. This is the first thought you have. You feel so fucking free. He makes you feel so good and you don’t have to hold back on anything. The release of pressure, energy and magic brings you to fucking tears.

“I love you so much, Min Yoongi.”

“I love you…too- ah, I’m gonna cum”, he gets out, tugging at your hips, “sit up, I’m close.”

“Don’t hold back, please Yoongi let it happen”, you beg him, speeding up your hips.

“But- ah a-ha, but-”

You lift your head, spilling tears when you realise that the magic has also painted his hair purple. You know that you match his colour, that once again your connection became even more visible. And you never felt more certain about having him paint your walls than you do right now. Let him seal the connection. Let him make you his’.

“Let go, my beloved witch”, you whisper, cradling his cheeks as you dance your hips on him. It is a little difficult because he really ruined you with your high, but you want to do it for him. You want him to experience the same intense high as you did. He is your soulmate and he deserves to feel amazing. Yoongi is breathing heavier and heavier, letting out more and more little whimpers as his eyes just very slowly go out of focus.

“Let go please. I want to be yours”, you beg him, clenching around him.

“___”, Yoongi whimpers and breaks under you, rolling his eyes back and closing them because it all gets too much for him. The stars around you tremble and dance, his fingers dig deep into your softness as his seed covers your every inch, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Yoongi. I love you so much”, you choke out, helping him ride out his high and feeling so good that you make the stars dance just as much.

He falls down after his high, dragging you with him so he could hug you just as much as he tries to kiss you. You try to kiss him back, but both of you are so out of breath and you keep giggling and smiling that it’s difficult to find a rhythm. It makes the kiss so much more special because it is honest and it is real and in this moment, you and he carry your fucking feelings in every giggle and every shaky breath. You just did it. You sealed your connection. You let it happen and as you did, you created galaxies out of nothing. You lost control together until purple was all around you and flowing through your veins. You became one soul. 

The stars become less and less as you kiss until only the luminescent stickers on your ceiling glow in an ever fading purple. 

“Oh god Yoongi, we actually made galaxies.”

“I know. Holy fuck, I lost control and it didn’t make me violent.”

“I’m so happy for you, oh Yoongi”, you choke out, lifting your head so you could meet his eyes. His hair is black again, the glow under his skin stopped but his eyes were still a slight purple. Darker than before, but the remnants of strong magic still flicker in them. 

You touch his cheek, his neck, his hair.

“Your skin was glowing and, and your hair. Your hair was purple.”

“I know. You were the same.”

“We were the same. Yoongi, you and I are so right.”

“We are. Ah! Mhhhm”, he suddenly tenses up, scrunching his nose, “okay, don’t do that. My cock’s gonna fall off.”

“Huh? I just moved a little. You normally like that.”

“Yeah, not here. Uff, I’m so sensitive please get off.”

He makes you laugh, which makes slipping off a very whiny procedure for him.

“So I take it that your human cock can only go once?”

“Definitely yep, wow that hurt”, he says and rubs his cock soothingly, “my poor little wiener.”

“Yoongi”, you snort, “why would you call it like that, you silly bean?”

He laughs with boyish eyes, kicking his feet as he does it. He really makes you so happy that you have to throw yourself on your back and laugh just as much. 

You each drink some water after your laugh. You also each go to the toilet and clean up as best possible. You don’t bother to put on clothes, waiting for Yoongi to come back. He does so quickly, locking the door behind him and running to the bed.

“Kook and Tae are downstairs. I ran so fast. I was scared they’ll see my naked ass.”

“But you did it?”

“I hope”, he says and slips under the blanket. He wiggles around a bit, making cute sounds.

“Comfy?” you snicker fondly.

“Yeah, so warm”, he purrs and nuzzles into the pillow with a scrunch of his nose. 

You and he gaze at each other like this. He cups your cheek, tracing your skin slowly.

“My little witch”, he whispers.

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes halfway.

“I can’t believe you let me cum inside. What if something happens?”

“If it’s anyone, it’s you Min Yoongi.”

Seriousness washes over his features as the meaning of your words sink into him. He tries to speak calmly but his voice trembles.

“I don’t know what you see in me, but whatever it is, I’m so fucking glad that you do.”

“I see everything in you. My past, my present and my future.”

Yoongi pulls you close, hugging you against him.

“My beloved. Holy fuck, I love you”, he presses out, cradling you with such desperate love it feels as if he wanted to melt with you.

“I love you too, my beloved.”

[sameschmidtdiffname]

A Comfort or Two

Mike Schmidt x Gender Neutral! Reader

Summery: Vices never killed anybody.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no use of gendered pronouns for Reader, pre-established relationship, hurt/no comfort, Reader has ✨️issues✨️, this isn't a vent fic what are you talking about???, use of cigarettes, brief mentions of sleep medication, arguement, and this is barely proofread. (Read: Isn't.)

Notes: I have had writers block for three months. I shit this out in ten minutes. What the fuck?

Anyways, phone blapple teet.

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"Since when do you smoke?"

The voice rings clear in the dead of night, the only sound surrounding us being the crickets chirping and mosquitos buzzing past my ears.

"I don't," I answer, taking another drag off the cigarette between my cold fingers.

Mike doesn't speak as he steps onto the patio, softly shutting the glass door behind him with a sort of 'thump' sound that it always makes when the door seals shut.

For a moment we don't say anything. Then I exhale, and the noise that makes must be his silent blessing to speak.

"American Spirits," he notes, too awkward to say what he really thinks.

"Turquoise," I say. I take another drag, then speak as I hold my breath. "You know how many people that work at gas stations don't know what the fuck turquoise looks like when you ask for a pack of this shit?"

He sucks his teeth. I wonder for a moment if he knows what the color looks like.

"Most people are pretty good on red, blue, yellow," he says.

Yeah, he doesn't know.

"Pretty warm out here for a sweater," he notes.

"I don't like bugs," I say, exhaling. "They pick at my skin, eat me alive. Sue me."

His foot scuffs the concrete, a nervous habit.

"Can I bum one?"

This makes me turn my head to look at him, almost glaring as I try to gage how serious his request is, looking him up and down in his undergarments before speaking.

"Seriously?" I ask.

"If we're having a cheat day, yeah. Count me in," he says, walking to sit beside me, crossing his legs and resting back on his palms, then readjusting as he decides he doesn't like the feeling of the gravel on his skin, brushing the pepples off on his shorts.

I shrug and scoff, but pick up my pack and open the flap, shuffling out a little bit of tobacco and then finding a paper, getting to work on rolling a cigarette for the man who watches me curiously.

"Why not buy pre-roll?" He asks.

"You gonna give me the extra money to buy pre-rolled?" I ask, my tone too dull to be sharp, but too pointed to be sarcastic. He relents, looking away.

"Bad day?" He asks after another moment of silence, daring to glance back at me.

"Not a good one," I answer around my own cigarette, then hold it between my left pinkie and ring finger so I can stick my tongue out to wet the paper so it'll stick together.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks.

I don't acknowledge his question, instead picking off a spare bit of tobacco that sticks out from the end of the new cigarette, then put the leftover back in my pouch. I offer it to him, asking if he needs a lighter. He nods, and he takes it with such a gentle hand it's like I'm watching a 15 year old try to act cool for his sisters college friends or something.

I lean back, removing the cheap, purple BIC from my shorts pocket and hand it to him. It shouldn't irritate me how he looks at the items like he's completely clueless, failing to hide it as his brows furrow in thought.

"It's not gonna kill you," I say to him.

"I mean... they will," he says quietly.

There's another silent moment. He toys with the lighter, flicking it to life.

"Why purple?" He finally asks. I look at him, our eyes meeting. He doesn't look less tired than me, but he looks concerned more than anything, which irritates but sates me all at once.

I contemplate answering honestly. Take another drag, hold, exhale.

"When I graduated high school, I started fucking this guy. Awful man, great-" I pause. "Mediocre dick."

I don't say that for Mike's benefit, let me make that clear.

"But I thought it was great at the time. And I thought I liked him. And his favorite color was purple," I say.

Mike looks down at the lighter again, letting the flame die.

"We smoked together," I clarify. "I thought he would like it."

"So, you've had this since high school?" He asks, sounding slightly impressed.

"No," I say. "I just became the friend with the purple lighter, so I stuck with the theme. They're cheap, so it's easy."

He nods, then finally lifts the cigarette to his chapped lips, licking them and carefully holding it as he lights it. I watch, anticipating his coughing fit, which he tries to suppress after his first inhale, though there's already tears in his eyes. I look away, trying to let him pop his cherry in peace.

"Did he?" He asks in a very strained voice, sounding pathetic as he holds in his breath.

I furrow my brows, looking back at him. His face is red, his chest is trembling.

"You're gonna die," I point out, reaching to pet his back, rubbing right next to his spine, under his lung. "Hold your arms up, that'll help."

He obeys, exhaling and coughing so disgustingly it makes me grimace. But I just rub, trying to help him as he sounds like he's trying not to vomit. I should take the cigarette away from him, but I kind of don't want to. This is the D.A.R.E. exercise that works, in my opinion.

"Like it," he coughs out, gasping for clean air. "Did-"

"Okay, okay, I got it now," I reassure him, patting a bit harder on his back. He gives me a thumbs up, finally starting to recover, and sniffling back tears that threaten to trail down his face. This man is 25, by the way.

I sit back onto my palms, relaxing now that he isn't going to die. I let him recover for another moment, then watch as he decides to go in for another hit.

"He didn't," I answer. Mike does better on this inhale, not trying to act cool and letting himself cough, which helps extremely. "He didn't even notice it, and when I pointed it out he just told me it's his favorite color because girls thought it was cool."

Mike's brows furrow in disgust, and at first I think it's from the cigarette.

"Dick," he coughs, smoke pouring out of his mouth and nose, which must burn based off of how he picks at his nostrils, trying to wipe away the burning sensation.

I nod. "Yep," I say, popping the 'p.' Then there's silence again, me smoking, Mike trying.

Eventually, I reach the end of my stick and snub it out. Mike contemplates holding out, then decides against it. Probably for the best. He looks a little green around the gills.

"So, what makes you go out and buy loose tobacco and smoke like you're used to it?" Mike asks me, handing me back the lighter and remainder of his cigarette, which is warm in my palm.

"I don't even know," I sigh, looking down at the semi pregnant joint. Not my best roll. "I've just been exhausted lately."

"Work?" He asks. I shake my head. "Friends?"

"I don't know," I sigh irritablely.

"Is there-"

"Don't ask me what you can do, because everyone else had already asked and if I have to sit through another grilling on this shit, I'm gonna fucking bite someone's head off," I snap, raising my head to look at the fence in front of us, closing us in and providing privacy from the neighbors that drink too much and party too loud during football season.

Mike sucks his teeth again, looking down at his lap. "Think you just did," he points out quietly. But it's not to make me feel bad. The delivery is almost comedic, really. More for my entertainment than guilt.

"I'm sorry," I say softly, shame creeping into my stomach and making me bury my head in my hands. I try to think of something else to say, an explanation to give. But all I can say is a repeat, "I'm sorry."

Even though I can't see him, I know Mike's face softens. His arms encircle me gently, pulling me closer to him, smoke so wrongly mixed with the taste of mouthwash on his breath.

"Hey," he soothes. "It's okay."

"I'm just tired," I say in a strained voice.

"I know," he says.

"And my head hurts."

"I'm sorry."

"And I can't sleep at night."

Mike's quiet at that, trying to figure out what to say, what to offer. My insomnia isn't new, and he's offered his own sleep pills, but I decline everytime. I'm just glad by the time my leg starts bouncing enough to rock the bed, the medication has such a deep hold on him he doesn't appear to notice. I wonder if he feels guilty that he sleeps so much easier than I, a relief that escapes me.

"Have you been eating?" He asks.

I scoff. Rude.

"I'm serious," he says.

"Yes, I'm eating," I answer, not raising my head from my hands, my palms digging against my eyes.

"How much?" He asks.

"Michael-"

"I just want to make sure-"

"Don't baby me-"

"I'm not babying you-"

"Than what the fuck is this?" I ask, looking up at him.

"This is me being worried over you," he says as though it were obvious, furrowing his brows.

"Well, I don't fucking need it," I tell him, now trying to rise, but his hands hold me down, pissing me off.

"Hang on, let's talk about this-"

"What the fuck is there to talk about?" I snap, standing so abruptly it throws us both off balance.

Mike stares up at me incredulously, his mouth slightly agape. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asks me, his concern turning into a glare.

I don't answer, storming back into the house wordlessly as he calls my name, opening the door with strength I don't mean to use because it sends the glass sliding door ramming into the other side of the wall, but thankfully it doesn't break.

"Hey!" I can hear Mike's snap echoing sharply in the room, loud and making me flinch as I storm away. "You don't fucking slam that door!"

I don't respond, too irritated and guilt ridden to acknowledge him, my mind scrambled on locations of where I can run for comfort. My feet carry me automatically to the living room, my hand snatching my keys off the coffee table.

Mike calls after me again, demanding of me that I come back, that I talk about this. But I don't want to. These emotions inside of me, I don't even know why they exist, what they are, what part of my soul to bare to force them to go away.

I unlock the front door, and there's part of me that acknowledges I don't have a phone on me. I'll be on my own, alone. A state in which I used to never find comfort, but is now the only state in which I know how to exist in.

Mike grabs at me, a bit too rough to be appropriate. He's desperate, maybe angry, maybe scared of what will happen if I walk out that door. He's stronger than me, which makes me react in fear rather than logic.

I jerk my arm out of his grasp, but I have to use such force it sends my fist flying into my own face, my eye getting a good hit in the process, making Mike freeze temporarily.

It just makes me run out the door, into the night, scurrying into my car and turning the key quickly, leaving both of us to wonder where the hell I'm going and when I'll be back.

For both of our sake, I wish I had an answer. And I'm sorry that running feels better than staying.

I'd be a better person if I could be. If it could bring me comfort.

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Rawdogged this like I did your mom last night.

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[fgumi]

halfway there

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ synopsis: you made it through r u next? and are set to debut in illit, be:lift's new girl group.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ pairing(s): boynextdoor x idol!f!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genre: slice of life, smau ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a/n: i realized as i was developing this story that i wanted to develop their friendship more tangibly. there will be multiple parts if i stick with what i’ve vaguely planned. i hope you guys don’t mind! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ word count: 2188 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ read: previous or next

you must have saved a country in your past life. throughout the show, you garnered so much attention and support. you went viral for your performance during "given-taken", gaining applause from many seniors (including enhypen). you secured second place in the final ranking. you were going to debut.

as soon as you were back in the hybe building, you checked your phone. you had hundreds of messages from many people, your friends having sent the most.

you opened up the video to see all the guys standing in the frame with banners with your name on it.

“congratulations, y/n! you are finally gonna debut!” jaehyun shouted, grinning. he waved his banner frantically and twirled it like a lasso narrowly missing sungho’s face. donghyun’s face set in a full smile. “we didn’t doubt you for a second.” “all your hard work has paid off!” riwoo said. sungho brought his hands over his heart, “it’s so heartwarming to see that everyone can see what we know: that you’re the best!” “noona!” woonhak hopped excitedly while gripping jaehyun’s shoulder. “i’ve—” woonhak let out a small yelp when jaehyun elbowed him in his side. “we’ve missed you so much! we can’t wait until you’re back in the building. we can go eat at our usual place again!” shaking his head, dongmin pat woonhak’s head. “is food all you think about?” woonhak pouted as dongmin continued, “anyways, we’ve been waiting long enough, y/n.” jaehyun’s face lit up. he clapped his hands together, “let’s introduce ourselves to her! who’s there?” “boynextdoor! hello, we’re boynextdoor!” everyone shouted. “i’m boynextdoor’s cute wolf…” the silent stares directed at jaehyun made him sheepishly laugh. “all-round leader, myung jaehyun.” “i’m sungho from boynextdoor.” “i’m riwoo!” with smirk gracing his face and his chest puffed out, woonhak stated, “i’m the multi-talented youngest, woonhak!” dongmin side-eyed woonhak before looking back into the camera, the corner of his lip quirked up. “boynextdoor’s taesan.” “leehan.” donghyun lifted up his hand and flashed a 2 and 1. dongmin leaned closer into the camera, as if telling a secret. “we’ll be right here when you get back. so, come find us.” “don’t make us wait any longer!” woonhak shouted.

on the black screen, your reflection stared at you with tears welling and a wide smile. your boys had been watching you.

if you're honest, the only reason you didn't burst into tears every other week was because you'd imagine what they'd say in every situation.

sungho and sanghyuk, your forever supporters, would shower you in reassurance.

jaehyun and woonhak would tell you to brush it off and make you laugh.

donghyun, for all that you love him, would say you won't die because you have kids at home to take care of.

dongmin... your problem solver always. he'd (jokingly) offer to kill every contestant so you don't have to worry about maintaining your spot.

knowing that they were out there waiting for you was one of the biggest motivators for you to push through and give your audience a show they could never forget. now, you would be debuting under be:lift as an illit member. you wiped your tears off with new determination. you'd work hard on your debut song and meet up with the guys again once you could truly share the stage.

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never let it be said that boynextdoor is patient. everyone was eagerly waiting for you to shoot a text that you were back.

after the show ended with no recent texts from you, they were slightly bummed out. where was their star girl?

they asked around the agency to see if you were back. all the hybe employees were being hush-hush about the new girl group. but, eventually, one folded to jaehyun's cuteness. you were vigorously preparing to debut and refused to see them until you could say you were an idol.

they respected it, even though you were already the idol to them. they could guess how behind you felt when they all debuted together. but, that didn't stop them from leaving you small notes in the practice rooms. they managed to corner your group's manager and pressure him (made zico ask) to tell them your schedule. so, before you'd enter a room, if they were in the building, they'd prepare a note and sometimes more.

jaehyun went and purchased a secondhand mp3 player to show you all the demos he made. because he wasn't made out of money, he begged your manager to return it to the koz floor whenever you were done with it. he complied (because he couldn’t resist jaehyun).

riwoo made a dance video playlist for you to watch and learn if you had the time. he printed the qr code and consistently updated it.

sungho, bless his health mania heart, would give you the trending supplements with notes reminding you how your health comes before anything else.

woonhak gave you notes complaining about the minor inconveniences everyone puts him through, begging you to come back soon or else he'd lose his mind.

leehan printed photos of your corydoras children and wrote all their birthdays (purchase dates) on them.

taesan gave you weekly music recommendations and expected you to do the same. he said he'd be put out if your music tastes diverged too much.

they never failed to put a smile on your face. all of their notes and photos were safely secured on a cork board at your dorm.

it wouldn't be too long now until you could see them. the date was set and the song was set. illit would debut on march 25, 2024 with "magnetic". it was a concept that you didn't imagine yourself doing but prayed that you could pull it off.

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your showcase was today, marking your official debut. you were nervous, a lot more nervous than r u next?. it felt like your heart was stuck in your throat.

you were getting ready with your members warming up their vocals behind. wonhee sat next you and offered a warm smile, "don't worry, y/n unnie. you're gonna do great! i don't think failing is in your dna."

she squeezed your hand and began talking to your stylist. your attention turned to your phone, messages popping up one after another.

all your nerves left your body as you shook with laughter. you could always count on them to make you feel better. your manager called for all of you to go to the stage. you put your phone down and was met with yunah’s hand. she smiled at you and shook her hand, signaling you to take it. you returned her smile and bounced up. “let’s go kill this.”

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Two in the Bush / Read on AO3

steddie, harringrove, omegaverse; Steve has finally achieved his dream of getting pregnant! The only problem? He doesn't quite know who the father is.

The pregnancy test was sitting on the bathroom counter, staring him in the face. He took a deep breath. And then another. And then another. His hands went to the counter and he stared at his face in the mirror. He could hear the door opening downstairs and heard Robin already talking like she was in the middle of a conversation. 

“And I just know that Keith’s gonna try and make it MY problem even though it’s got nothing to do with me. God, why did I have to start being good at my job, now he like, expects me to DO stuff and, wait, where are you?”, she called out after having walked into his bedroom.

“Bathroom”, he choked out, then cleared his throat. “I’m in the bathroom.”

“What, are you sick agai-holy shit”, Robin started to come in but then flew out against the wall when she saw what was on the sink. “Is that-did you do it? I thought you were gonna wait until I got home?”

Steve shook his head. “I couldn’t wait. Robs…I’m gonna be a mom.”

There was a brief pause before they were jumping and screaming for joy, holding each other tight.

“This calls for a celebrrrration!”, Robin exclaimed, rolling the r. She dragged Steve out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, then popped a bottle of sparkling cider. Just the thing for this occasion.

Steve clinked his glass with hers, beaming.

“So”, she started after taking a sip. “How are you gonna tell the daddy?”

“The who?”

“The sire of your pup must be alerted, your highness”, Robin snorted.

“....Shit.”

“Ahh, slutty Steve strikes again.”

Steve leaned against the fridge, glass in hand. “Don’t judge me. I’m supposed to be enjoying my after glow.” Steve had been trying to get pregnant without really trying. He just simply slept around with no birth control. Which led him to a bit of a dilemma.

“You can’t just not tell the guy. Even if he’s a bum, he should have the choice of knowing”, Robin said.

“Yeah that’s not really the issue”, Steve downed his cider and sighed. “I don’t…know who the father is….exactlyyyyyyyy.”

Robin swished her mouthful of sparkling juice around before swallowing. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t know? Are you really sleeping around that much that you have no idea who it is??”

“I have some idea!”, Steve said defensively, arms crossing. 

“You can’t even narrow it down to five, can you?”

“You’re just jealous I’m getting laid”, Steve said, setting his glass down and grabbing a notepad and pen from a kitchen drawer.

Robin’s eyes got wide when she saw the list he was starting. She groaned. “Please tell me it’s not Tommy’s.”

Steve tapped the pen against his lips. “No”, he crossed out Tommy’s name. “That was too long ago to be him.” Then he crossed out another name.

“Aaww, I liked Anthony”, Robin pouted.

“Yeah but he never came inside me so, that’s a no.”

“I can’t believe you actually have five people lined up for this.”

Steve smiled, feeling proud of himself. “Alright. That just leaves these three.”

“Wait”, Robin leaned over the counter to grab the notepad. “You never slept with Brad.”

Steve’s brow furrowed as he tried to remember. “It was last month, he was here and-”

“I remember I came in and you were fucking on the couch.”

“Yeah”, Steve said, his expression both confused and judgemental like Robin was spouting nonsense.

“Steve…you beautiful dunce…he was using a strap.”

…..”Ohhh. Are you su-”

“Yes.”

“But he-”

“Yes.”

Steve whistled while crossing out Brad’s name. “I almost wish he was still in the running.”

“And that just leaves…Eddie and Billy?” 

“Why did you say their names like curses?”, Steve asked.

“They are like, the worst kind of alphas.”

“They’re not the worst”, Steve said.

“Okay, live in your little world of denial”, Robin said, pouring herself another glass and then going to the living room to lounge on the couch. “One where that little nugget in your belly isn’t gonna be the spawn of a gym-rat bartender or the nerdiest man alive.”

“Billy doesn’t just go to the gym. And Eddie has non-nerdy interests.” And they were the most recent guys he slept with.

The problem now was figuring out just which one was actually the baby daddy. Steve didn’t think either of them were father figures. Neither Billy nor Eddie seemed particularly interested in child rearing. And that suited Steve just fine. He had been prepared for most of his life. Prepared to be a single mother to whatever pup he was blessed with.

And Robin was his ride or die, ready to be a doting aunt. But because of her closeness, he knew she was right. The father deserved to be told. He came over and sat down right on Robin’s legs, causing her to squawk and kick at him until her feet were fully free. He patted his stomach.

“Guess it’s time for this bean to meet daddy.” He picked up the phone from the coffee table and began to dial while Robin kicked it out of his hand. “Hey!”

“In person you goon!”

“Don’t call me a goon.”

“Okay, in person you duplicitous bitch”, Robin kicked him again.

“Hey! Precious cargo!”, he gestured to his torso. “Can I at least call them to arrange a meet up?”

“You’re really gonna have two alphas in a room and tell them that one of them pupped you up?”

“If I’m lucky, I can get them to pay for my dinner”, Steve said, picking the phone up again.

Part 2

[dreeki]

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ my best friend's brother. [part 1]

pairing: bsf's brother!jake x f!reader

warnings: loser jake(not so loser, i don't know how to write jake as a loser... sorry), sunghoon is jake's brother and a year older than him, jake and y/n are the same age

syn: your best friend is busy with uni while you start your senior year of high school. what happens when your unexpected study partner turns out to be his brother?

note: not proofread! hope you like it 🙌 leave your thoughts in the comments pls!!

☆ you and sunghoon became friends during your freshman year of high school, despite being a year younger than him. he was the one that welcomed you to the unfamiliar place and the two of you bonded quite fast. ever since then, he would always hang around your house and you spent almost all of your time with him, whether you were celebrating an achievement or trying to comfort each other. neither of you liked to talk about your families, feeling like the topic would sadden the mood, thus why the only time family had been brought up was when sunghoon mentioned that he has a younger brother that is currently living in a different city, due to their parents being split up, each taking one of the brothers to live with them. he rapidly showed you a picture of his brother, jake, but you could barely catch a glimpse of his face before the photo was snatched out of your line of vision.

fast forward to the summer before senior year, you and sunghoon were still close friends, not even noticing that the boy had graduated high school already, since his university was in the same city. you would still regularly hang out and chat daily until your bodies would remind you it's time to rest. many people wondered how the two of you were so close, yet weren't dating; neither of you have ever thought about it. your relationship with each other just wasn't that way. you were simply good friends and you had always been grateful for that.

two weeks before the start of your final year of high school, sunghoon told you that his younger brother is gonna move back in with him. "why now though?" you asked a bit confused. "jake said he found a really good university here and thought i'd be easier for him to move now, rather than next year" "oh.. yea, sure, it makes sense" and that was the last conversation on the topic.

assignments had started to get sunghoon stressed once the first year of university started. he was extra busy now, making it harder for you to communicate the same way you did during summer break. of course you weren't going to blame him; you could imagine how hard uni was and how it must be so exhausting for him, especially as a first year student. you were just a bit bummed that you hadn't had the chance to meet his brother yet. sunghoon mentioned that he wanted you to meet jake at a fancy dinner, so now you had to wait until your best friend was finally free from the hell that university is.

senior year wasn't as bad as you expected. yes, the teachers wanted more from every one of you, but it was honestly less stressful than what you thought it was gonna be. since sunghoon was currently drowning in books, you decided that spending more time at the library, studying, will help you a lot too; getting better grades and filling the hole left by sunghoon's abscence. it was also nice that you got to see the handsome face of an unknown boy every time you studied there.

the third week after school started, you could almost swear that your physics teacher was trying to kill you with the amount of homework she gave you weekly. that particular wednesday though, it was worse. you spent a few hours at the library trying to finish your work but it was just way too complicated for you to finish it by yourself.

that's when you noticed the handsome boy was also doing his physics homework; the only difference was that he seemed to know what he was doing... without even wanting to, you had been staring at that boy for a good 3 minutes now, thinking how god was so unfair. "why not me?!" you squealed before you could stop yourself. looking around to see if you had disturbed anyone you notice the boy looked up at you with puppy eyes, confused as to why you seemed so distressed.

he tried to get back to his assignment but your sighs and cries were a bit too distracting. that's when you were suddenly approached by the handsome stranger. "hi.." he awkwardly said. "i couldn't help but notice that you seemed to be struggling with your paper, no?"

damn it. now pretty boy knows you're not as good as you try to make yourself look. "haha.. yea.. physics just isn't my best suit, you know." "totally!" he looked so dreamy with his long brown hair and cute black glasses sitting perfectly on his gorgeous gorgeous nose; you felt as if you were admiring a sculpture. "did you hear what i asked?" huh?? what did pretty boy say? "haha" he chuckled softly with a slight smirk on his face. "pretty boy asked you if you needed help with your homework" the mortified look on your face looked like it was taken straight out of a horror movie. "oh no. i'm so sorry. i did not just say that out loud, did i?" "i'm afraid you did, but don't worry, i think.. you're pretty too" and that's when your brain started short circuiting.

"i'm jake by the way!" jake? like sunghoon's.. nahh. "i'm y/n!" "oh! pretty name for a pretty face" you looked baffled "wha-" "sooo.. did you say you needed help with that?" "yea.. yea.. that would be really great actually!" and that's how you got yourself a studying partner.

if only you knew what was waiting for you in the future...

a/n: thank you so much for reading!! 🫶 sorry for not making this only one part but it's actually taking me longer than i expected to write this 😭

[charlottesuzee]

Going Off On Sanji's Ex-Family (Sanji x Black!GN!Reader)

- It pissed you off how ungrateful they were. Sanji saved their lives and they still had the nerve to think of him as worthless.

- It finally tipped you over the edge, hearing how they talked about him, that you just snapped

- Sanji tried to calm you down but there was no calming you down, you had to say something

- "JUDGE IF YOU DON'T SHUTCHO SIX PIECE CHICKEN MCNOBODY ASS UP !"

- Everyone turned to look at you, in shock and awe, Sanji's cigarette falling out of his mouth.

- Judge growled and glared at you "Excuse me, who do you think you're talking-"

- "DIDN'T I JUST TELL YOU TO SHUTCHO ASS UP, YOU BIG CRYBABY BITCH ! DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE AND SLAP THAT UGLY ASS MASK OFF YOUR UGLY ASS FACE !"

- Just as Ichiji was about to stand up and say something, you turned your attention towards him

- "SIT YOUR FIVE BERRI ASS DOWN BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND MAKE CHANGE !"

- "Oh, you think a piece of trash like YOU can take me on, you must be mistaken-"

- "Everybody knows you and the other two technicolor dumbasses can't fight without them musty ass suits on you ketchup haired bitch, that's why ya sorry ass daddy was crying like a bitch not even ten minutes ago when big mom was on ya asses ! Fake ass power rangers !"

- "Sweetheart, that's enough, you don't need to-"

- "Sanji, baby, with all due respect, I do." You then turn your attention to Niji "And you ! You blue raspberry dum dum sucker looking bitch ! I can't stand your ass either, if you wanna catch these hands you can catch these hands !"

- Niji growled and looked like he was going to take you up on that offer but Sanji glared at him from behind you so hard, he stepped back, seeing the fierceness in Sanji's eyes that told him if he even tried to touch you, he was going to get molly wopped into next month.

- "Don't think I forgot about you, Yonji ! With your big ass forehead ! Least you can do is grow some bangs and cover that big ass fivehead ! I can play tic tack toe on your shit ! Wearing that ugly ass vomit green get up you got ! How you gonna be ugly, the youngest child and a dumbass, pick a struggle !"

- Yonji just looked shocked of all things, as he was about to ask you who the fuck did you think you were, you turned your back towards him, which made him even more shocked because, how dare you ???

- You finally turned your attention to Reiju but then turned to look at Sanji

- "We like her, right ?" You asked, before you went on a tirade about her. Sanji nodded and you sighed, "Alright, good, I ain't gotta lay into her." Before you were suddenly angry again

- "AS FOR THE REST OF YOU UGLY ASS, BUM ASS, YEE YEE ASS HAIRCUT BITCHES, SUCK MY BALLS ! YOU EVER SAY SOME SHIT ABOUT MY BABY AGAIN AND IMA DO MORE THAN SAY WORDS, I TELL YOU THAT ! FAKE ASS SUPER SENTAI !"

- And with that, you stormed off to collect yourself, as Sanji looked at you with heart eyes and a grin that went on for miles.

[pasukiyo]

YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MINE

| CHAPTER ONE

a royalty au. remus lupin x princess!reader. multi-part series. series masterlist.

word count; 4,521 summary; lord sirius is visiting the castle! the princess is more than enthusiastic to see her dear friend again but brunch doesn't go quite the way she planned, and now all she wants is to disappear, to run away and leave everything behind. remus belongs nowhere-- the forest is all he has ever known.

so even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless...

 “Forgive me, your highness, but it’s time to wake up!”

 She stirred in her sleep and groaned as Marlene drew the curtains away from the windows of her bedroom, sunlight spilling like an egg yolk inside the room. She squeezed her eyelids shut and dug her knuckles into them until she saw stars, arching her back off of the bed, feeling the delicious crack of her bones. “Is Lord Sirius here already?” The princess asked, her voice thick with sleep. She hoisted herself up into a sitting position, lids barely open as she found Marlene’s figure across the room, the midnight blue dress she had requested the night before draped over her arm. 

 “Not yet, as far as I know,” Marlene replied. “But soon. I insist, princess, you must get up now. We simply don’t have a second to waste. I’ve already drawn you a bath.” She grumbled as Marlene ripped the comforter off of her, her head lolling forward until the top of her head was flush against the mattress. “What happened to quiet, shy Marlene from last night?” The princess mumbled, hesitantly swinging her legs over the side of the bed, groaning as her feet met the floor below. 

 “You told me to stop acting like that, remember, princess?”

 She narrowed her eyes over at Marlene where she stood by the vanity, taking stock of everything she needed. “Hmph,” she huffed as she rose to her feet, stumbling over to the restroom where Marlene had drawn her a bath already, a towel neatly folded on a stool beside it. With half a mind, she slowly stripped herself of her nightgown, stepping into the burning hot water, hissing as she slowly sunk further in until her bum hit the bottom of the tub. 

 “Will you wear your hair down or in an updo today?” Marlene asked as the princess scrubbed her body, her skin white as she lathered herself with soap. “Down, if you will, Marls,” she replied simply, pouring water over her head, the bubbles sliding off her flesh. Her skin smelled of olive oil and a hint of lime, her hair like sage and thyme and at last, she was done, rising from the tub.

 She leaned over to grab her towel and wrap it around her body, and Marlene rushed over to the tub to take a hold of the princess’ hand, guiding her safely down to the floor. The princess willed herself to suppress her laugh as the handmaiden led her back behind the dressing screen where she slipped on her undergarments, Marlene practically shoving her into a corset. 

 The princess hissed as the handmaiden began to tighten and lace it, Marlene furrowing her eyebrows in apology. “So sorry princess,” she said as she laced the corset even tighter, until the seams were practically busting. The princess coughed, her teeth sinking down into the flesh of her bottom lip to help ease the discomfort. “No matter,” she sighed as Marlene grabbed the midnight blue dress draped over the top of the screen, rolling the skirt until the head was visible. “Nothing I’m not used to.”

 Finally, the dress was down over her head and Marlene made quick work of tugging it down the remainder of her body, tugging at the skirt until it laid on her hips perfectly. The princess blinked down at the dress before up at Marlene as the handmaiden stepped away, eyeing the fabric for any wrinkles she may have missed. 

 “So?” The princess spoke up, tilting her head at Marlene. “I trust I look pretty and comfortable?” The handmaiden pressed her lips together to stifle her snicker and nodded, “as always, highness.”

 Her lips curved into a grin as she followed Marlene to the vanity, sighing as she plopped down onto the stool, letting her handmaiden pull and tug at her hair and batter her face in as much makeup as she desired. As she was putting on the finishing touches to the princess’ makeup, three knocks rapped on the outside of the bedroom door and she glanced over at it from the corners of her eyes, sighing. 

 “Peter, no doubt,” she mumbled, “come in!”

 The door swung open and, really to no one’s surprise, in came Peter, eyeing the pocket watch in his hand. “You, your highness, have approximately five minutes before your father expects you to be down in the dining hall for brunch. Unfortunately, he asked that I escort you down there today.”

 She narrowed her eyes over at Peter as Marlene dabbed a little more blush to her nose and held her chin as she fought the urge to sneeze. “You always escort me, Peter,” she replied while Marlene stepped out of the way to allow her to gaze at herself in the mirror. 

 “Yes, and every time is more unfortunate than the last,” she watched Peter sigh and stuff his pocket watch into his coat through the mirror. 

 She rolled her eyes, “charming.”

 She turned back to face herself in the mirror, eyeing the way her hair curled, the way the corset of her dress squeezed her waist so tight, her bosoms had no choice but to press against the neckline of her gown. Marlene clasped a golden chain around her neck and her gaze ventured down to the dark pendant resting just below the space between her collarbones. It was a gift from Lord Sirius, she recalled, from the very first day they had met only a few years before when she was the age of sixteen and Sirius eighteen. He had officially become a Lord then, and despite it being his day, still insisted the royal princess be given the necklace. The corners of her mouth twitched at the memory. “Are you alright, highness?’ Marlene asked from beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder to help stir her from her daze. The princess clasped her hand around the pendant, her pad of her thumb soothing over the obsidian as she nodded, glancing up at the handmaiden.

 “Three minutes, highness,” Peter’s voice cut through the moment like a knife and her expression deflated again, turning around on the stool to face him. “Lord Sirius is waiting, may I remind you.”

 Her smile was quick to return to her lips. “Well, why didn’t you say so!” The princess exclaimed, practically leaping from her seat as she ambled towards the door, grasping the handle and swinging it open. She could hear Peter call her name as she lifted her dress and jogged down the corridor, peering back over her shoulder as Peter scrambled after her, Marlene on his left. “Slow down!” Peter called after her as she made her way down the staircase, nearly losing her balance on the skirt of her gown had it not been for Marlene clutching her elbow, allowing her to stumble into the railing.

 “Careful, princess!” Marlene hissed. “I didn’t spend all that time prettying you up for you to fall straight onto your face!” 

 She giggled and gripped the railing, walking the rest of the way down the staircase. “Sorry Marlene.”

 “Sorry Mar– how about sorry Peter!” Peter hissed behind them as he finally clambered down the stairs, wiping his brow with a handkerchief. “Here I am— just doing my job! Why must you be so insolent…”

 “Oh, but Peter! Were you not the one trying to rush me?” She asked as they approached the dining hall, turning around to face him, her arms crossed over her chest. “You wouldn’t want to displease mother and father now, would you?” She laced her fingers together behind her back and grinned at the Royal Advisor as he sneered, stepping past her to push open the doors to the dining hall. “Princesses,” she just caught him muttering beneath his breath before following close behind, her parents and Sirius talking ahead. 

 Her smile widened when Sirius turned, dark gaze swift to catch hers, his lips curling into his own grin. “Your highness!” He exclaimed as she approached, a hand behind his back as with his other, he gingerly took her hand, bowing and placing a kiss to the back of it. “Always a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

 Her eyes rolled at the formalities, a knowing glint in his eyes of dark obsidian when he lifted his chin. “You look beautiful. And what a pretty necklace,” he commented as she slipped her hand away from his, exhaling a laugh through her nostrils. “It was a gift from a dear friend. And you look very dashing. What shade of black are you wearing this time, Lord Sirius?” Sirius tipped his head back to laugh at this as her parents approached, her mother’s arm draped around her father’s. 

 “Nearly late, my dear,” the King said as she approached, rolling onto the tips of her toes to press a kiss to her father’s cheek. She furrowed her brow, “not quite. Peter made sure I was right on time, isn’t that right?” She turned towards where Peter stood to the side of the hall, his lips twisted in a tight-lipped grin to mask the sneer twitching at his lips. “Of course, highness,” he bowed his head, an eyelid narrowing in spite of the princess. 

 “Yes, well, I do suppose you’re hungry then? I’ve had Tobias make our famous meat stew for us today,” the Queen gestured towards the grand dining table, following close behind her husband as they circled around the table, finding their seats. Sirius stepped aside to allow the princess before him and her face illuminated with a soft grin as she ambled past, the Lord close behind. Before she could settle herself in her seat beside her father, Sirius reached out and closed his hand around the back of her chair, bowing his head when she turned to face him. 

 “Allow me, your highness,” he insisted and when she cocked an eyebrow at him, he flashed an eyelid in a wink, the corners of his lips twitching in an amused grin. She rolled her eyes as she bowed her head, murmuring her gratitude, voice laced in sarcasm. They both settled themselves in their seats as the royal house elves began placing down plates and silverware whilst she folded a handkerchief in her lap. An elf poured red wine in her father’s goblet and the King eyed Lord Sirius from over the rim of the cup. 

 “Lord Sirius, tell me,” her father began as a house elf placed a bowl of meat stew before her. “How is the trade?”

 She deflated at the topic of discussion, glancing over at Sirius as he spoke to her father. It had been awhile since she last saw him, a few months, at least. He hadn’t changed much, perhaps other than his raven black hair must have gotten longer. But when she looked closer, he seemed… tired, evident from the faint but somewhat visible circles beneath his eyes. It certainly didn’t take any away from his charming glow, no, he was still, in fact, as handsome as ever. Perhaps he just had a rough night, she thought to herself. Perhaps it was best not to ask. 

 Sirius must’ve felt her gaze on his pale skin, for he took almost every chance he could get to sneak glances her way, his lips twitching in levity as he listened to the King rant on and on about trade and merchants and whatnot. Quite frankly, she couldn’t find it within herself to care about anything her father said– she missed her friend, she missed Sirius. She was absolutely itching to finally get to talk to him again.

 A silence fell over the table for a fleeting moment and she turned away from Sirius to face her parents, her mother’s hand on her father’s arm, their lips unmoving but their connected gaze communicating every unspoken word. She furrowed her brow at this, wiping her lips with her handkerchief, her heart suddenly lurching in her chest. If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that silence was never good.

 “Should we tell him, dear?” Her mother finally murmured close to her father’s ear and somehow, she seemed to already know the direction the conversation was about to take. The King shifted in his seat and set his goblet back down onto the table, a soft grin on his lips as he looked from his daughter back to Sirius.

 “Lord Sirius, it is to my understanding that you have met King Fleamont and his son James, yes?” Her father inquired, cocking an eyebrow as he awaited a response. Suddenly, she didn’t seem to have much of an appetite. Her gaze fell to her lap and as Sirius shifted in his seat, she snuck a glimpse over to the man beside her. “Yes, your majesty,” Sirius replied, a brow raised quizzically. “Tell me, what do you make of them?” The King asked and she shuddered in her seat, her skin feeling hot like wax. 

 Why would he bring her betrothal up now of all times?

 A silence loomed once again as Sirius pondered his reply, his tongue swiping over his teeth as he eyed the bowl of near empty stew before him. He could sense the princess’ sudden discomfort but alas, as much as he wanted to change the subject for his dear friend’s sake, he and she both knew it would do neither of them well to ignore the King.

 “They’re good people,” he finally replied, nodding his head. “Wealthy. Powerful.”

 This seemed to please her father and she fiddled with her fingers in her lap as he hummed, leaning back in his seat. “It pleases me to hear that,” he replied, Sirius’ addled expression certainly not going unnoticed. “I ask you this, Lord Sirius, because your family has been dear friends to ours for generations, and I do believe in your better judgment.”

 Sirius nodded along, still somewhat confused but silent, anxiously waiting for the King to continue. The princess’ heart was thundering in her ears now and her chest burned, as if she’d been kissed by flames. She really did not like where the conversation was going now. 

 “I’ve accepted King Fleamont’s proposal to wed the princess to Prince James, you see.”

 She exhaled the breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding in, suddenly feeling the meat stew and wine bubbling in acid at her throat. She felt like she’d been set aflame, like she was the lava oozing over the mouth of a volcano. She wanted to move, she wanted to leave, she wanted to run.

 But her legs wouldn’t move. She was frozen, glued, stuck to her seat. 

 Sirius tried to mask his surprise, sneaking a swift glance down to the princess, able to sense her nerves just by the way she breathed, the way she seemed frozen still. 

 “You’ve… accepted, already?” Sirius stammered out, clearing his throat and hoping to play his apprehension off. He looked between the King and the Queen as they both shared glances, their daughter’s behavior certainly not going unnoticed yet, neither of them made any move to comfort her. It made Sirius almost tremble in anger— he knew better than to think they’d care for her, this was technically her destiny, after all. 

 But was it fair? Sirius wasn’t so sure. 

 “Yes, the prince should be arriving in two to three days’ time,” the King continued, scooping his goblet back up in his hand, taking a swig of wine. “He‘ll be staying in the castle for a few weeks and I do hope you’re able to stop by every so often, I’m sure he could use a friend, someone he already knows.”

 He was speaking as if she weren’t there, as if her mind wasn’t feeling, her heart drumming so fast she’d fear it was prone to explode at any given moment. Of course she’d heard of her betrothal in passing but to hear it now, to hear her parents speak of it so casually, to think that they have made their own decision without having so much as a word with her… she wished she could disappear, she wished she could be anywhere but here. 

 She turned her head, glancing over at Sirius as he cleared his throat, catching her gaze for a brief moment before turning to acknowledge the King once again. He pressed his lips together and hummed, “of course, your majesty,” he replied. “Also, I think you ought to know, I recall the prince particularly fancying lamb.”

 He was trying to change the subject, for the princess’ sake, of course. Fortunately, the Queen took the bait and began interrogating him over everything the prince fancies or doesn’t fancy or what he thinks the prince might come to fancy, meanwhile the princess was still trying to anchor herself down to the conversation at hand. She was doing her best to make it seem like she was there even if she was, in fact, not. The dining hall seemed to fade away, her mother, her father, Peter, Marlene, Sirius, everyone along with it. Sirius’ attempt at changing the topic of discussion became nothing more than a mere background murmur, her vision blurring to watercolor. 

 All she wanted was for brunch to be over, to speak to Sirius and Sirius alone. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take sitting here, having marriage beat into her head before her tears slipped down her cheeks, ruining the makeup she knew Marlene worked so hard on. She couldn’t take one of her mother’s lectures either about how princesses shouldn’t cry, how she was ridiculous and stupid for being so upset over marriage. How she should feel proud, honored that such a well-off, handsome young prince was her betrothed. 

 All she wished to do now was curl into a ball, even willing the very chair she sat on to absorb her until she was nothing. Disappearing was better than having to exist in a world that has already written her destiny for her, she supposed. 

 The princess sniffled as the King and Queen rose from their seats, turning to speak to Tobias, one of the many royal house elves and the main chef. Sirius was swift to seize the moment, reaching for her hand beneath the table and sliding his fingers into her closed fist, the pad of his thumb soothing over her skin. 

 “Are you alright?” He asked in a soft murmur and she pressed her lips together, willing her weeping to remain lodged in her throat, her body trembling with the effort. She couldn’t reply, for if she opened her lips, she would most certainly break into a fit of loud, violent sobs. So, instead, her tears fell silently in river streams down her cheeks, her head shaking in response. 

 Sirius glanced up to where the King and Queen stood with Tobias and Peter, their backs all turned to the two who remained at the table. Marlene was standing off in the corner of the room, trying to make it seem like she wasn’t watching the Lord and the princess. Sirius wouldn’t have minded if she was— all he cared about was his dear friend. His free arm wrapped itself around her shoulders and pulled her quivering body against him, briefly maneuvering his hand out of hers to wipe at her tears with the back of his knuckles. 

 “There, there,” he whispered as he let her squeeze his hand again, inhaling deep through her nose, doing her best to gather her composure. 

 “I can’t do this, Sirius,” she hardly managed to whimper, her lips trembling. “I don’t… I don’t want this.”

 His hand gripped her shoulder as she sniffed again, dabbing at her under eyes with her handkerchief, praying to whoever it was above that she still looked presentable. Sirius pulled away when the King turned to address him again and the princess blinked away all the tears she could as she rose from her seat, standing beside him. 

 Marlene rushed towards the princess as Sirius quickly divided the King and Queen’s attention away from their daughter, an arm wrapped around her shoulders where Sirius’ had been, using her handkerchief to dab at the smeared makeup on her cheeks. “Your highness…” she murmured, the princess sniffing, furiously rubbing at her tear-stained cheeks. 

 “This isn’t going to happen, Marls,” she whispered. “I won’t let it.”

 Remus’ bones cracked and ached as he stirred awake, a soft grunt slipping between his lips and his eyelids squeezed together, the sunlight pouring inside the room straining his eyes. It was well past morning— that much Remus could gather, which wasn’t uncommon after waking up from a night of great pain. 

 He laid there for a number staring up at the ceiling, wishing he could lie around in bed all day, wallowing in his own pity. But his father would be wondering where he was, he supposed, and he never wanted to seem like he was intruding on Sirius or taking advantage of his friend. 

 So, despite his creaking bones and aching limbs, he pushed his way onto his elbows, hissing through his teeth as he managed himself up into a sitting position. He paused for a moment to gather himself, blinking the rest of the sleep away from his eyes while his mouth parted in a yawn. He rolled his neck as he swung his throbbing legs over the side of the mattress, stumbling onto his feet and tidying the bed to the best of his ability.  

 He strode up to the mirror on the opposite side of the room, running his fingers through the wild mess of unkempt brown locks atop his head, his mind still a foggy haze from sleep. He didn’t loiter much longer, staying long enough to fix his coat back on his shoulders, pawing at the sleeves as he crept his way down the steps of the home and towards the back door. He’d grown used to this routine, Sirius’ house always his haven when he had transformation-related pain, never wanting to burden his father more than he already had. 

 The sun gleamed down at him as Remus stepped out onto the street, its light kissing his skin and making his eyes narrow. He breathed the autumn chill in, his lungs full of crisp air and burning like tree bark. His house was on the other side of the village— the poor side, to put it bluntly, of course. Before meeting Sirius— which was completely by chance, for the record— Remus never dared set foot on this side of town, never dared even look at this part of the village. He was bitter then and admittedly, still bitter now. How could some be so well off and comfortable when there were others hardly getting by, hardly even living at all?

 He assumed all people of wealth were snobs, that they sneered at the mere thought of the less fortunate ones. Which was why it came as a total shock when he met Sirius to learn that he was a Lord, one of the wealthiest in the village, in fact, and that he was so close to the royal family. It would’ve been enough to make Remus wrinkle his nose in disgust and wish to never see him again— which was why he was so surprised when he realized that he didn’t push Sirius away. 

 Remus huffed as he turned down his street, his dingy, little house one of the many on the poor, beaten-down road. He passed by many of his neighbors, sparing them not even so much as a glance as he padded up to his front door— which was leaning to the side and falling off its hinges. Carefully, he twisted the knob and pushed open the wooden door, its creak permeating the small room he had no other choice but to call home. 

 “Remus?” A low, husky voice called from the other side of the room where Lyall Lupin sat in a rickety old wooden rocking chair, his fingernails burrowing further in the divets they’d already created in the arm rests. “Is that you?”

 “Yes, father,” Remus replied as the door slammed shut behind him, its bang loud and scattering dust. “Where have you been?” Lyall questioned as Remus shuffled his feet towards the paper thin mattress he called a bed, its size not nearly big enough to hold his long legs. “You didn’t come home at all last night.”

 Remus cupped a hand on the back of his neck and rolled his head, lips falling agape in a soft sigh at the delicious crack of his bones. “I’m fine, dad,” he responded, reaching for his knapsack tucked away in the corner behind his bed. “I was just out… thinking.”

 Of course his father appeared skeptical of this, his mustache twitching as he twisted his lips and narrowed his eyes over at his son. “You’re not hurting again, are you?” Lyall asked. “The full moon isn’t for another couple of weeks, you shouldn’t be—“

 “I said I’m fine, dad!” Remus’ voice thundered and shook the walls of their home and he sighed, dropping his head as he shouldered his oversized coat back onto his frame. “I’m not a child anymore, you don’t have to worry about me.”

 Lyall’s teeth chewed at the inside of his lip as he pondered what to say next, his tongue twisting in his mouth. “You are my son, Remus. My duty as your father is to worry about you,” he began. “Your mother— your mother, she… she—“

 Remus was like the frayed end of a rope as a flame rolled down the length, at the end of his limit and ready to pop. He wasn’t sure if it was his transformation pushing him to his limit or if he was just tired, but all he knew was that he couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing his eyelids shut before turning on his father, skin hot and blaring with frustration. 

 “Mum’s not here anymore, dad! When will you open your eyes and see that?” He practically roared, the walls shaking with the aftershocks of his fervor and Lyall’s lips snapped back closed. His father’s lids were blown wide, his fingers were rolled into his palms, his bottom lip was quivering, and his chest was heaving with his irregular breathing— in Remus’ eyes, this was fear. 

 His father was afraid of him. 

 And once again, Remus was reminded of how much of a burden he was to everyone he knew. 

 Neither Remus nor Lyall said anything more as the former turned on his heels to make his way back towards the creaking door, a shaking hand tugging it wide open and letting it fall shut behind him as he stepped back out onto the street, uncaring if it fell straight off its hinges. He couldn’t be here, not at his home, not in this village, anywhere. He needed to be alone— so he went to the only place he knew. 

 Remus maneuvered his way between crumbling buildings and withered handcarts as he ventured further into the outskirts of town where the forest outstretched its arms at the sight of him, welcoming him into its embrace. 

a/n; i'm sorry the first chapter was rather uneventful but i can say with certainty that the next chapter will be where all the fun begins :) i still hope you were able to enjoy chapter one and i thank you all for your support on the prologue, it makes me so happy to see you guys already feeling hype for this story! i certainly hope i won't let you down :) and remember to fill out the taglist form in my pinned post if you'd like to be added to this series' taglist!

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Bro if I don’t get to see Aemond throw it back with his hot witch gf I will cry. I know they wanna make him the only villain but pls. As a treat. In next seasons fifteen minutes of screen time

I am kinda feeling with the way things are going, Aemond is gonna peace out early doors next season. It’s looking like it’s headed that way. The nature of both his and Daemon’s deaths have both been revealed, and they have basically given the seer storyline to Helaena and the relationship with Alys to Daemon. I feel like at this point the writers don’t really know what else to do with Aemond besides kill him off, considering they’ve turned the entirety of the Greens against him.

Also, Ewan has carried the press for this season, but racked up a measly 22 minutes screen time in a season that spans more than ten hours. I can imagine by the time they get to season three, he is gonna be eager to move on to other things. He clearly loves Aemond, and it must be frustrating to play a character that the writers don’t care much about. He is nothing more than a marketing tool at this point.

Anyway, these are just my thoughts and feelings. Sorry to be negative. I am just bummed by the final episode!

[softguarnere]

Hey, could you do some head canons to how the boys react when the reader mentions that she wouldn't date a smoker? Only for the boys that smoke I guess, I just thought it could be quite a funny idea!

Hi Anon! This is definitely a unique idea, and I had fun writing it. I can't remember all the boys who smoke off the top of my head, so I just chose a few

Speirs

Smoking isn't really a habit that he enjoys to begin with

So when he overhears you mention that you would never date a smoker, he grinds out his cigarette and tosses the rest of the box to whoever is nearby

If you're not around, then he might bum one off of someone - but only if he feels like he really needs it

He always makes a big point of not smoking around you, just so you can see that he's kicked the habit

(because he hopes that you realize it means he'll do anything for you)

Luz

"You're joking, right?" When he sees how serious you are, he can't believe it.

"But (Y/N), everyone in the company smokes!"

Well, not everyone. And he doesn't want to get shown up by someone who doesn't

When he tries to quit smoking, he feels like he doesn't know what to do with his hands when he talks

*cue big, dramatic hand gestures when he's telling stories and jokes*

The rest of the company would get onto him for it. "Damn it, Luz! You're gonna take out my eye if you keep swingin' your hands like that."

But he catches you smiling. "I think it's cute," you say. And that's really all he needs

Malarkey

Stares between you and the cigarette he's smoking, dumbfounded

"You what?"

You shrug. "I just don't like the smell. I couldn't be around it all the time."

He thinks about it, still looking back and forth between his two choices. "And if a person managed to quit?"

Now it's your turn to think. "I would be very impressed," you say. "It's not an easy habit to break."

He sighs, taking a deep inhale from the cigarette as your words sink in. When he opens his eyes, he sees you staring at him, looking disappointed.

"What?" he asks, tapping the ashes off the end of his cigarette. "This is my last one ever. I gotta make it count."

Liebgott

"You sure about that, doll?" Because, come on - you must be joking . . . right? (Almost) all the men in the company smoke!

"Positive," you reply.

"Well then." Joe takes a drag from his cigarette, then exhales the smoke while stubbing it out in one fluid motion. He digs the carton from his pocket and tosses it to whoever is nearest (probably Tab or Tipper), and then looks at you expectantly, waiting to see your reaction.

You blink, stunned. "Just like that?"

The rest of the company look just as shocked. They want to ask the same question. Just like that?

Joe tries to act cool about it, but seeing how impressed you are makes him want to smile. He tries to suppress it, and instead it comes out as one of his trademark smirks.

"Why would I need a box with some pin-up on it when I could have you?"

Guarnere

As soon as he hears you say it, he tosses the pack in his hand at Babe

(everyone is taken so off-guard that it hits him in the head)

Everyone stares at him, waiting for an explanation

"What was that?" You finally ask

"Me quitin'," he replies smoothly. After all, he's always been one for grand gestures.

Thank you for the request, Anon! I hope you like these 💕🕊️

[undercookied]

who to warp or save for? (；￣Д￣)

under the cut is me yapping about not knowing which upcoming character to pull for, mainly between boothill and sunday. if anyone wants to weigh in i’d love to hear it since i’m a bit stuck !!

as happy as i am that i managed to get robin (but not before getting e1 yanqing first TT) since she’s a must pull in my eyes i am a bit bummed at my lack of funds for boothill now,,, rn i have 60 something warps with basically 0 pity and a 50/50

i really did want boothill prior to penacony even happening,,, i believe the first leaks i saw of him were back during 1.3 and he’d caught my eye since then. and now that we actually know stuff about him story wise it just solidified my want for him (his animations are the cherry on top). though him being physical or the hunt aren’t really what stand out to me.

but i’ve also been thinking about saving for sunday assuming he will be announced for 2.4 (hopefully?),,, while i did see leaks of him at the same time i first saw boothill’s, he didn’t really stick out to me until penacony played out. some of the stuff i’ve seen says he’s gonna be ice erudition, and i honestly really like the sound of that. i can’t wait until we finally get to see something of his gameplay/animations.

now, my main dilemma falls between these possibilities:

get boothill, but then the 50/50 falls on sunday

lose the 50/50 trying to get boothill, then that’s that for now and sunday can be guaranteed

completely skip boothill’s banner and save up to guarantee sunday and hopefully his LC

skip both and consider saving for another support instead

signature LCs are another thing i need to think about, as the only limited 5* i’ve gotten it for so far is aventurine… (and technically kafka’s but that was from an oopsy misclick bc i don’t have her nor do i plan on getting her anytime soon)

and new characters aside, the reruns i sort of have in mind are ruan mei or huohuo (though it may be awhile for those to happen?) since i think i sort of lack support-type characters as opposed to how many dps/sub dps characters i have (￣ヘ￣)

for anyone who wants to weigh in on what i should do, here are the characters i already own for a bit more reference !!

[spicycinnabun]

Yes, Chef

WC: 696 🥟 Rated: G 🥟 Read on Ao3!

“Table four said their chicken Kyiv isn’t saucy enough,” Ian said, sliding the plate across the heated pass. He braced himself for a blowup as he added, “They want another one.”

“A chicken Kyiv don’t have sauce, first of all,” Chef Milkovich’s grumpy voice answered him. “It’s filled with garlic butter. I can’t pump ‘em with any more, or they’ll burst. They already have enough to clog a fuckin’ artery.”

“I know, Mick—Chef,” Ian corrected himself. He ran a hand through his hair, tired from pasting on his customer service smile all night. “That’s just what she said.”

Mickey slammed his spatula down. He grabbed the plate, staring down at it. All that was left on it was the picked-over salad. The feta and tomatoes were missing; it was just a sad pile of arugula. “So, did the chicken disappear into thin fuckin’ air? Must have been plenty saucy enough for her to eat the whole fuckin’ thing. I ain’t re-firing this unless they’re payin’ for a double.”

“Yes, Chef. I’ll pass along the message.” Ian’s lips twitched into a genuine smile. Why was Milkovich kinda cute when he got all worked up? (He was worked up ninety-nine percent of the time.)

“Just call me Mickey,” Mickey said distractedly, turning his back on Ian, already busy firing another order from his queue of tickets. “Hate that ‘Chef’ shit.”

“Okay, Mickey.” Ian saw Mickey’s shoulders relax a little as he dropped a basket of perogies into the deep fryer.

Ian straightened one of Mickey’s tickets after noticing it barely hanging onto its clip, and then he returned to the front of the house to break the news to his oh-so-lovely patron.

*

After dinner service, he caught Mickey outside, tattooed and burn-scarred fingers loosely holding a cigarette, chef whites now stained colorfully from a busy night. Ian didn’t bother saying anything—he could see the exhaustion on Mickey’s face, in the crinkles of his downturned eyes, and Ian, himself, had been talking almost nonstop since four PM.

They shared a moment of peace, leaning against the brick wall of the alley behind the restaurant and decompressing. Ian loosened his tie and watched Mickey’s full lips purse and pinch. Watched him exhale smoke as powerfully as the oven when someone left a tray of pyrizhky in for too long.

Finally, Mickey rubbed his nose and glanced at Ian almost self-consciously. “Fuck you lookin’ at?”

You. “Nothing, sorry,” Ian responded, looking down the alleyway instead.

“I got somethin’ on my face?” Mickey wiped at his cheeks, then his forehead, frowning.

Ian chuckled. “No.”

Mickey let out an irritable huff. “Fuckin’ what, then?”

“Can I bum one?” Ian asked, even though that wasn’t what he wanted. He’d stopped smoking a few years ago.

“Fine, but bring your own next time, freckles.” Instead of giving Ian a new cigarette, Mickey held out his own.

Ian accepted it and took a drag. This time, he was the one being watched. Mickey’s eyes were piercing, and he was about as subtle as a brick. Ian enjoyed that about him. “Fuck you lookin’ at?” he teased.

“Fuck off,” Mickey said, but Ian noticed a rosiness growing along his ears. He pushed off the wall. “See ya tomorrow, Gallagher.”

“Call me Ian.” Or any of the other nicknames Mickey liked to use. “Hate that ‘Gallagher’ shit.”

He really did. It was a tag he used to be proud to wear, or at least faithful towards, in the same way a golden retriever was loyal to their owner even if said owner was horrible to them, but he didn’t like Mickey using it.

“Gonna call you Polly if you keep mimickin’ me,” Mickey griped. Ian laughed, and Mickey turned back to face him. “Alright. Ian. Happy?”

“That was difficult for you, huh.” Ian smiled at him, though. Slowly. He liked how his name sounded coming from the big boss. “Thanks.”

Mickey looked suddenly flustered, shifting his weight, hands twitching by his sides like they didn’t know what to do with themselves. “Yeah. You’re welcome. Whatever.”

Had Ian made him nervous?

Mickey went back inside the restaurant at record speed, the door slamming behind him. Ian grinned.

[sombrashe]

bimbo!reader x rich!troy

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"Baby, will you make me cum?"

You look up at him with your biggest lashes fluttering with every blink. You were in the middle of some zombie movie, you ended up zoning out halfway through. Your mind wandering to what Troy would look like in an apocalypse. He would definitely be more rugged and wouldn't wear those suits all the time (which really bummed you out for a few scenes, sulking at the con). He would look so handsome and survivory. Then your mind wandered further and further and further until you wondered what fucking Troy in the middle of the woods would be like.

"The movie's turning me on."

It wasn't a total lie, he can't punish you for only a half lie. Placing your nails against his exposed chest you take a moment to admire the charms that adorn them. Pink hearts and red base covered the inches of nail glued to your nail beds. Sighing you look lovingly up at your extremely handsome boyfriend. You repeat the question and he finally tears his eyes away from the scene. You glance and watch some guy get torn apart obviously fake guts strewn around. I bet Troy would protect me, never let anything happen to me. Looking back his dimple is on full display. Spreading his legs you happily climb aboard your favorite seat. Turning you around, you're forced to take in the movie instead of your man.

"Troy-"

"Just watch the movie, I rented it because you wanted to see it so badly. Lean back. Perfect, now spread your legs for me. Good job."

The last part is whispered against the shell of your ear and you giggle at the sensation. He places gentle kisses along the expanse of your neck. Focusing on your shoulder his hands start moving. Curling his thumbs into the waistband on your satin shorts you stand and allow him to glide them down your legs. Pressing kisses along the swell of your ass and halfway up your back the whole way. You hop down onto Troy and he groans as you get comfortable. Moving your head you capture his lips in a slow kiss before turning your attention to the tv. Spreading your thighs with his fingers he rubs at you while your eyes follow the figures on the screen. Sighing you snuggle the top of your head against his chin. He hums and strokes you collecting your slick in the palm of his hand.

"You're so wet. Must of been aching the entire movie."

You whine out as if you were in pain, dramatically huffing before responding.

"It was absolutely terrible, baby. I couldn't stop think about you since that scientist lady got bit."

He places a few gentle kisses to the top of your head as he flicks his wrist. Sucking in a breath through your teeth, you allow a lazy smile to cross your face. A small group of survivors find a house and are cleaning it out when Troy latches his teeth to the muscle that connects your neck to your shoulder. Chewing on your bottom lip the steady pleasure coming from his fingers mingling with the sharp pain bleeding from you into his mouth makes you twitch. As some sort of apology he presses the gentlest of kisses around the mark before moving on. Your eyes start blurring when the survivor group is woken up to a horde of zombies at their door. You can feel the coil that was leisurely building up starting to snap. Shoving your head backwards you knock your skull against Troy's shoulder. Keeping a grip on your chin he licks and nibbles on the flesh of your neck. Unable to move your head you start scratching at his forearm. The one making that delectable pleasure coursing through your veins. Kicking out your leg you make contact with the coffee table and let out a yelp of pain. Jerking your hips Troy coos at you to relax into his touch.

"Y're gonna hurt y'rself, sweet pea. Go on 'head and focus on cummin'."

This makes your toes curl and you eagerly attempt to follow his instructions. He uses his fingers exactly the way you taught him. The gnawing at your abdomen finally satiates as your orgasm stiffens your muscles before relaxing. All the while Troy never stopped moving his hand. Focusing hard on your pleasure he helps you through the heart bursting from under your skin. When you're able to think again you quietly slip your pants back on and slip off his lap. Pressing an appreciative kiss against his cheek you leave him to finish the movie as you take a few moments to clean yourself up.

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