#and he REGRETS not writing you letters so badly then sigh

[kingkatsuki]

One of my absolute favorite “cliche” tropes is amnesia fics where reader has been dating character for years, but they forget and then they can only remember dating their ex. So it’s like they go back to the ex because it’s all they’ve ever known, and their current love has to cope with seeing the love of their life in the arms of another guy.

I could read that trope a million times over and never get bored or think it’s too repetitive.

#bonus points with him trying to help you remember but not wanting to like scare you or freak you out??? #and even better for like Sanemi when there’s no phones or cameras to show text messages??? #or photographs #and he REGRETS not writing you letters so badly then sigh #or like Bakugou not giving up but like caring about your welfare so much that he just kinda watches you with your ex? #cause he’s seen you in the hospital for weeks/months and knows how shit it’s been for you? how sad and lonely you’ve been #and he missed seeing you happy— even if this time it’s at the hands of another man #but he subtly leaves you gifts like your favourite flowers??? #like maybe it sparks something inside you? because you tell everyone your favourite flowers are roses #but you find fresh tulips on your bedside table each morning after he visits? and it like grabs at something at the back of your mind??? #or he brings you coffee and he’s somehow the only one that gets it right??? but it’s something you’d never order? #like you ask for oat milk but he brings it with coconut milk and it just tastes better? and you’re like I didn’t even know I liked this??? #and your ex is just like ‘she likes oat milk’ like MATE NO WE DO NOT #I WILL EAT THIS UP WITH A SPOON AND WOLF IT DOWN YOU HAVE NO IDEA

[dsireland86]

Take Me First PT. 2 (Never Know)

"Lying Is Hard But The Truth Comes Out Anyway" The Grey

A regretful mistake, a car accident, and a baby. God didn't listen to Noah when he begged him to take him first the night of the accident. God had other plans it seemed; plans that brought Noah down to his knees cursing, crying, and praying. In time he began to believe he was nothing but a lost soul trying to find his happiness in the ugly world he lived in, until... she found him and began to return the lost parts of him, piece by piece, he'd thought he'd lost forever.

**AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the long awaited 2nd part to a story that was never meant to have a second part. But I'm very thankful to friends who encouraged me and highly suggested that I write one. I love how I came to tie this cherished story that began with three words from a song into my main two stories. It took some brainstorming, but in the end I don't think it will disappoint. To the ones I've tagged and were expecting the second part, I hope it's what you hoped it would me. Let me know!

TAGS: @lma1986, @myownthoughts12, @xslavicprincess, @foliosgirl, @glitterydeputyshepherdwagon, @jilliemiw86, @sthnog, @lookwhatitcost

Never Know

    “Show me you're better off without me/ Choking on every word you said, we'll see, we'll see / Don't breathe another word about me I'll leave and you can finally rest in peace, we'll see”

          The Letter She Never Meant To Send

Noah,

By the time you read this, I'll be gone. You have to understand that it's better for both of us this way, if I just vanish from your life and wipe your slate, your consciousness completely clean. Once you're finished with this letter I guarantee you will hate me and loath just the thought of me. My name will become a bitter poison on your tongue and the tongues of those who will no longer be my family because of their loyalty to you. You'll never want to breathe my name let alone any other words about me to anyone. I'm warning you now, Noah, what I'm about to tell you is going to ruin you. It's going to break your heart so badly you're probably going to wish you were dead. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm doing this to you, but it's the only way. You have to know the truth about what happened during those three days in Montana on that last tour we were on together; you deserve to know, because it was the moment that everything changed for us. You're better off without me and in time you'll see. In time you'll be able to rest in peace. 

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Noah:

“I didn't want to finish the letter. Knowing she was already gone was enough, and reading it, having it spelled out in front of me would’ve only made things worse. But I chose to finish it anyway but regretted the instant I did. I swear I could feel myself slowly slipping away as her words started to bring out the worst in her that I never knew existed."

I rested my forehead against the back of her shoulder.

“I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what you were feeling. Being abandoned is hard, but the lonely place it takes you too is worse.” “You would know, wouldn't you,” I said while playing with her fingers. She leaned back against my chest while sitting between my legs. Turning her head at just the right angle she glided the tip of her nose softly along my jawline that filled with a deep yearning to be inside her again. “Not the same way you do.” I shivered when her lips left a trail of soft kisses on my skin. “Read me more, please. I want to know everything,” she urged. I sighed, and even though I really didn't want to, I knew sharing this part of my life was important for us. So, I continued.

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“Lying in between the memories choking me, and I don't know which way to go, but I'm okay to never know”

The night you told me the truth about cheating on me, it broke me, but not in the way you might think. I was angry, full of guilt, relief, sorrow, and regret that created a huge mess of emotions I didn’t know how to deal with. Running was my only option. I had to escape the pain of knowing how horribly I'd hurt you and you didn't even know it. Noah, you were brave enough to be honest with me about what you did. You admitted your guilt and how ashamed it made you feel. You truly believed you'd hurt me and watching the way it tore your mind and heart apart left me in agony. I wanted to tell you the truth then, but I just couldn't bring myself to, so I took the coward's way out and ran away. 

I called Jolly and cried to him. He didn't understand anything I was saying let alone an idea of what I was talking about, but he did his best to console me anyway. The guilt I felt, knowing what I’d done to his best friend just made everything numb and blur together and with the way I was driving I didn’t see the headlights of the other vehicle in my lane. Jolly was still on the phone when I screamed right as the collision happened. That was the last thing I remembered before I woke up in the hospital. So, what is the truth that was too hard for me to tell you even though I was given the chance to say many times? Noah, I hope you're sitting down, because what I'm about to say is going to be the death of whatever peace your mind had about me.

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Noah:

“Noah?” Her soft voice calling to me made me lower my head and when her hand collided with my cheek, her touch brought me back to reality. The past wasn't real, but she was, and so was the feeling of her naked body against mine. Turning herself around so that her legs were on either side of me and her arms were resting on my shoulders, she leaned in and kissed me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth little by little. She was making me so hard and I knew she could feel me between her legs, pressed tightly against that sweet soft spot of hers I loved so much. I couldn’t control the constant twitching that was happening each time she purposely pushed herself into me either.

"She knew exactly what she was doing to you and that’s what hurt you the most. I'm sorry she hurt you,” her voice whispered in my ear before she took a little bit of it in her mouth. “Ughh, fuck baby,” I moaned, squeezing her hips tighter and tugging her closer to me. “That’s what happens,” she said, brushing her breast up against me, her perky nipples grazing across my skin, making it scream. “You let people in and they destroy you. But I won’t.” She sat back and looked at me, the look in her eyes nearly making me cum. She had me wound up so tight that I swallowed hard when she pushed herself into me again and her warm, shaky breath washed over my face. “You deserve so much more than you believe you do, Noah.” Slipping her hands beneath the waistband of my box-briefs, I lifted my bottom up and she slid them down my legs, tossing them aside, retaking her spot over me. “I’ll give you the world, if you want it,” she admitted, laying her mouth on mine and taking my lips to hers as if she owned them; she did. “The moon, the fucking stars. Anything you ask, it’s yours. I’m yours. You can have all of me,” she confessed through a shaky, tear filled voice.

I pulled her way to look at her and my heart felt like it had busted through my chest. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, but the prettiest smile on her lips. I sat up and kissed her tears away tasting their saltiness. “I want all of it,” I admitted, brushing some hair out of her face. “I want all of you, but not just what you let the world see. I want all the broken, busted up parts too; the parts that make you, you. I meant it when I said I would fight the battle for you. I would, I still will. If I have you, then you have all of me too.” She started to cry and I pulled her into me as she laid her head on my shoulder. I fucking loved this girl in my arms more than I ever thought possible. More than the girl in the letter, and that scared me.

After a few moments of silence had passed and I was about to continue reading, the warmth from her hand found my hard cock. Slowly she  ran her hand down my shaft, then back up, the grip she had applying the perfect pressure needed to stimulate what I was dying for on the inside. I laid my head back against the couch, zoning into nothing but the feeling of what her hand was doing. The faster she went the harder her grip became and reminded me of what being inside her felt like; heaven. I found her entrance between her wet folds and quietly slipped a finger inside her warm sex enjoying the way she melted into my touch and sucked in a quick breath, followed by a beautifully moan that filled the room. I felt her wetness coat my fingers, making me feel like I had all the power over her I wanted. The truth was though, she was the one with all the power. “I need to be inside you, now.” I ordered. She didn't hesitate to obey but instead shifted enough so that her pussy was aligned perfectly with my hard length.

“Noah, look at me,” she commanded and I listened. Her eyes were vibrant and full of something indescribable, something that I could never put into words; but I felt it and I knew she did too. “I fucking love you.” It slipped out before I could stop myself and I was scared I crossed a line. But her smile took that feeling away. It was genuine, and made me feel the exact way, if not more, I felt when I first saw her. “I love you too; all of you.” She pushed into me and took all of me into her and I watched her expression change as soon as I filled her. Her tight, wet walls closed in on my throbbing cock now buried deep inside her, searching for that special spot that was going to pull all the pretty cries and moans from her that I loved to hear. I gripped her hips, sighing once she began to move slowly, with her hands placed firmly on my chest. But I wanted more and I knew she did too. “I want you to grind on me, baby, ride me till you're satisfied. Ride me till you cum.”

That seemed to be all she needed. Soon I had her crying and moaning so loudly that she dug her nails deep into my skin, squeezed me tighter with her thighs, and let my name fall from her lips like a sacred prayer. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. She pulled my hands to her small breasts, indicating to me she wanted stimulation and I all too willing obliged her. I took each nipple between my finger and thumb, squeezing them until she cried. Once hard and perky, I dragged my tongue lazily over the soft, delicate skin, circling and lapping every part until taking it in my mouth. Her moans pulled my organism closer and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Luckily, I didn't have too. Her hands found the back of my head, holding me in place while she fucked me slow and gently and I got her off by sucking my favorite parts of her. “Noah, baby,” she didn't finish her sentence, but she didn't have to. I looked up, grinning at the face I saw. With eyes closed, she was in perfect ecstasy. “Are you gonna cum for me, Princess.” She didn't say anything, just moaned and nodded. “Cum for me then baby, let it go and give us both what we want.”

Her lips crashed into mine and our tongues danced as she came undone all over me and I quickly followed. It wasn't loud, it wasn't messy; it was just us, falling apart for one another together quietly. It was love making in its purest form and in that moment with her I realized the difference between straight fucking with foreplay and making love and how they were very different. We weren’t each other's first. She had a fucked up ex and I had many experiences that left me feeling used. But what she and I had just shared had so many emotions involved, ones that I didn't even know I could feel anymore. She pulled them out of me somehow and allowed me to willingly feel what I had buried away. They were tangled together, knotted and rooted in the dirt of my past. But, thanks to the beautiful human in my arms, for the first time in my life I felt the difference and wasn't afraid to feel them. She made me feel so fucking alive and I loved it. 

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“Speaking in languages we can’t read, no need for you to spell it out for me/ Swallowed up and I’ spit you out, like a drug that just wouldn’t stay down"

Montana was beautiful, Noah, and the idea of visiting it with you was a dream come true. I'll never forget when you came home and told me that it was on the list of states the band was playing. Your excitement was contagious and the way your eyes sparkled and lit up your entire face will forever haunt me. It was one of the last times we were truly happy together. Those three days haunt me, Noah. They hold the worst, but also the best memories. So here it goes… the whole truth.

The first show day went smoothly; you remember I'm sure. We all went out and had a small celebration in that little country bar where Folio rode the mechanical bull until he bled… like seriously bled. I thought I was going to pass out seeing all the blood from his arm. The day of the second show, however, was utter chaos and hell. Everyone woke up late, the venue wasn't unlocked when we got there, and some of the equipment malfunctioned. You were miserable and because you were miserable, so was everyone else. I tried to help, but now know how worse I actually made it for you. And the moment you yelled at me in front of not just the crew but the guys too, I knew things were going to be different between us. It wasn't that you yelled at me, Noah, it was what you said that was the slap to my face. You accused me of being selfish and too self conceited to understand what you were going through, and you know what? You were right. I was, I am those things. And to prove I was, I decided to get back at you in my own way; the way I regret now more than anything. 

After storming out of the venue and turning my phone off, I found a bar away from the venue, away from every memory of you. I wanted you out of my head, but mostly out of my heart because I was hurting. So, the first guy who sat down next to me and bought me a few rounds was it. He was the one I chose to make my biggest mistake with. He took me back to his hotel room, which ironically was in the same hotel as ours, you were just one floor above me. I was too drunk to worry about anything, not even caring if the receptionist recognized me. 

Noah, I will save you the details of what I did with that man in that hotel room that night. It wasn't at all what I thought it would be, and in the end he left me hurting way more than when I started out. Not just emotionally, but physically too. Thankfully there were no marks on my body, yet, but the bruises would show the following day. I lied and said you did them to me and the look on your face was devastating. I felt like a piece of shit. Maybe I was. No, I know I was. I should burn in hell for what I did to you; what I said to you. You didn't deserve it. But the worst was yet to come when the events of the night you fucked some girl who wasn't me happened and you found out I was pregnant. Nicholas said at first you were too shocked, but when it was time for me to leave the hospital, Matt said it was all you could talk about; how you were going to be a dad and how you had so much faith that the baby would be the thing to tie us back together after your actions ruined us. It wasn't you who ruined us, Noah, it was me, but I couldn't tell you that. Not now. Not with a baby on the way. So, I kept my silence and avoided you as much as I could, using your cheating as the excuse. And I lied to you every day up until… well you know when. 

Losing the baby was never, ever the intention, that, I promise, you can believe. I never wanted any harm to come to my baby. But when I woke up last month at seventeen weeks pregnant in a pool of blood, I knew it was over. The lies could stop, the truth could come out and everything would be okay. Except it wasn't, was it? Losing the baby was too hard for you. It made you do things you regret doing and I regret watching, knowing I had the power to stop it all. I know the feeling of loss is still very raw in your heart. You're wounded and reading this letter, knowing I'm long gone, soon to be nothing but a distant memory you'd do anything to forget, is going to throw salt on that wound, but I think it's time for me to help you put your demons to rest. 

Noah, the baby…. the baby was never yours to begin with. I mean, honestly, think back to the first time we had sex after that fight. Think…. and you'll remember. If you don't let me help. You wore a condom, Noah and you filled it, but I lied to you and told you it broke because I was scared. The night I spitefully killed us in every way possible was the night I conceived another man's child. 

So, you see, none of it was your fault after all. It was mine all along. Did I feel guilt? Yes. Remorse? No. Not until now. Now that I’m walking away from you, I feel every bit of remorse possible, but it’s too late now, isn’t it. The you I knew and loved is gone and so is the girl you knew. And that’s the difference between us, Noah. You felt remorse and it made you so vulnerable. 

I hope the next girl you fall in love with is good to you. I hope she is never afraid of your darkness or the demons who dance in your eyes sometimes. I remember the time when you thought no one could ever love you if you revealed what lurks inside you. You’ve always been different, Noah, you know that and how could anyone understand that? But I hope she understands and is never afraid to follow you into your darkness so that she can learn to love the beast that’s inside. I tried to, but in the end I realized that sometimes, true love comes in the form of a loving demon, or a protective monster, or even a dark angel who sits and waits patiently for you to arrive. You are all those things Noah; and I hated you for it. I’m sorry I hated you, because now I know that you were the only one to ever, truly love me. 

                                     With All My Love, Always

                                                    Sarah

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Noah:

I woke up, flat on my back, head off the pillow, but the blanket over top of me. As my vision cleared, Sophie was nowhere to be seen. My heart started pounding, thinking maybe she regretted last night; the things we did, the things I said. Was it all too much and she felt pressured or overwhelmed? I started to panic, running my hands over my face, trying to convince myself everything was okay, but it didn't help. I sat up, looking around for my shirt only to remember that I'd used it on Sophie, making me remember the corner I threw it in; it was still there.

I needed to find Sophie and make sure everything was good between us, especially now that she knew the truth about me and Sarah. I needed to know if she was still willing to commit herself to me, to us, with this kind of baggage attached, but first I needed a shower. My stomach suddenly hurt, the anxiety nipping away on the inside and it felt like there was a giant hole in me. I needed to fill that hole. I need my girl.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens band #bad omens #bad omens cult #matt dierkes #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio

[orecana]

Not so innocent

Jung jaehyun x male reader

Hello everyone. Orecana here! I've written and post another fic for you guys to enjoy. Thank you to whoever read and support my fic so far. Love you guys.

Warning: this fic contains the following that may disturb you

Alpha beta Omega second genders

harsh sexualization

Sexual assault

Murder

Description of blood and gore

Pet names

Belly bulge and cum inflation

Most importantly, my first time writing a smut which will go extremely bad......

If any of the things listed above annoys the hell out of you, you are more than welcome to get the hell out of this fic and do something else.

Y/n is a young omega that has just recently transferred to neo academy, a prestigious school for talented individuals like himself.

Neo academy, is a prestigious school that will send an application letter to the most gifted individuals in the entire world.

He jumps happily as he looks at the academy in front of him, he can't believe it! It's like a dream come true.

He goes into the academy and is extremely happy and surprised on how luxurious everything is.

He goes into a room which he presumes to be the office, so that he could get his schedule and dorm key. However, that will have to wait a bit because the person behind the desk is currently talking to someone.

He waits until they're done and when the person turns around, y/n feels his heart beat faster.

The man is ridiculously handsome with brown hair and that sharp jawline. The alpha seeing y/n admiring him, sends him a wink before going out of the office.

Are you y/n l/n?

Y/n snaps out of his daze and looks at the direction of the woman.

Yes i am

The woman hands over his schedule and dorm key to him. The woman frowns when she sees his key.

Uh there's seems to be a problem with your key, I need to take a quick call.

The woman phones someone. When the called picked up, they engaged in a serious conversation. Y/n doesn't know what they were talking about because the woman used her magic to conceal her conversation, but he knows that it was not going well, seeing that the woman keeps rubbing her forehead with a permanent scowl on her face. She reluctantly stops the call before facing y/n.

It seems that the omega and beta dorms have all been booked, so the only available rooms are in the alpha dorms. I truly apologize for this.

Y/n smiles before holding the woman's hand which has his key.

Don't worry miss, I'll be fine. Besides you read my application form you should know what I can do that other omegas can't.

The woman seems to contemplate before remembering. She smiled at y/n before sighing.

Right... I totally forgot about that. Still try to stay safe, the majority of alphas there Don't really respect omegas.

Y/n only giggles as his once (eye color) eyes turn into purple ones.

Oh. They will turn into new people by the time I'm done with them.

He thanks the woman before leaving, the woman only smiles as she thinks.

"this boy.... Is really incredible."

Y/n looks at his schedule that also works as a map around the school. Biology first then lunch break then we can do extra courses and last but not least battlefield fighting.

He smiles at the last one, eyes turning blood red once again at the mention of fighting. As an omega, he was badly sexualized in the past by so many unruly alphas but today he can change that.

He stops in front of the biology classroom and knocks. *Knock knock*

Come in!

He enters into a full classroom with many students. They all turn towards him as he closes the door. The professor adjusts his glasses before looking at y/n.

Ah! Are you y/n l/n? Please have a seat in one of the empty chairs. You're not late at all, we're just starting.

He smiles at the professor's kindness before bowing and sitting in one of the empty chairs on the left.

Shortly after a few minutes though, he slowly begins to regret sitting there. The alpha near him keeps releasing his toxic pheromones onto him and it's making him lightheaded. Fortunately, a student sitting across from them seems to notice and alert the professor, which immediately groans and clog his nose, an action that most students there do as well.

Mr. Samuel... We would appreciate it that you don't stink the whole room with your pheromones.

That alpha only smile cockily as he slides his hands down y/n's waist. Y/n was shocked at the action. How dare he!

And what do you want me to do professor? I got a real delectable omega sitting next to me right now. How can I keep my hands to myself? Besides those hips and that asshole just looks like he's begging to be fucked.

Many students were shocked that he say stuff like that with no remorse, he discreetly tries to slide his hands into y/n's shirt so he could play with the nipples. Y/n was about to act when a fist made its way into the alpha's face.

The entire class was shocked and Samuel holds his face in pain as blood started to come out, dripping down his broken nose and lips. Y/n looks up at his savior to see the handsome man from before, his left fist was covered in blood.

He goes and holds the other man's knuckle and raises his palm. Everyone was wide eyed when y/n's absorbed the blood from the knuckle into his hand as he moans.

Ahhhhh.... (The relaxed moan) I haven't felt blood in my veins since ages ago.

He says this as he looks at Samuel who cowardly tries to run while injured.

Oh? Where are you going? Didn't you wanted to grope me and feel me? Why are you running away?

Y/n says these lines with the most sinister face everybody could of imagined, even the man from before was awestruck at such a personality.

Samuel ran out of the class.

Typical alphas. Always acting so tough on the outside, but a bloody coward on the inside.

He turns around and look at the professor.

Shall we resume class professor?

He says this with such the sweetest smile ever that everyone wondered on what the hell happened to the person they saw just now?

Eventually, the professor did resume class and all students listened. Even y/n, who was new to the school managed to answer some of the difficult questions, which made a lot of people in the class respect him.

It was lunch break and students were hurrying out of the classroom. Y/n was putting his books back into his bag when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looks behind him to see that man.

Hey, wanna eat lunch with me?

Y/n could not believe his ears as he just stared at the alpha in front of him.

"this handsome god wants to hang out with me?!"

Y/n feels a blush coming on to his face as he mutters a weak "yes", which made the alpha smirks in satisfaction. The alpha leans into his ear as he whispers sultry.

My name's Jung jaehyun, baby~.

And boy did it make y/n squirms in his seat. His face flushed so hard it could be compared to a ripe tomato. Jaehyun smirks even more as he pats the Omega's shoulder.

I'll see you later at the cafeteria baby.

Once y/n hears the door shut behind him, he summons a concealment aura around him before screaming his lungs out.

"did he just got asked out by a hot guy? It feels like a dream come true."

He was smiling so happily as he imagines the alpha dreamy looks. He eventually snaps out of it and heads for the cafeteria.

When he reaches the cafeteria, he is even more awestruck. The whole cafeteria is divided to suit each person's personal taste on places they want to eat and the food there is absolutely divine. There are so many options to choose from though, y/n is at a lost on what he should eat.

Eventually, he decides to eat webfoot octopus with a side of iced milk tea. He has always enjoyed milk tea, to him it's like a special drink that will always make him relax.

Soon a boy is walking towards his table with a tray of his food.

Enjoy your food

He nods and quickly dig in.

Hey baby~

Y/n freezes, there's only one person with that voice.

Y/n: jaehyun? Is it you?

Jaehyun chuckles and sits down in the same table as y/n. They started talking about each other, from likes and dislikes to preferences.

One point during their talk, he could feel someone staring him down. He looks around him carefully, to see a lot of omegas staring him down. There were also alphas staring jaehyun down for being next to him.

He smirks as he looks at jaehyun, signalling him to come closer with his finger. Jaehyun lean in while chuckling.

I'm gonna make these omega and alpha drop their jaws, do you wanna help me?

And what are you gonna do baby?

Y/n pulls jaehyun closer to him before locking their lips together. Jaehyun, not even surprised immediately follow up by pushing his tongue into the other's mouth.

All the omegas and alphas watch them make out as some scream in anger while most are turned on.

They pulled away with saliva connecting their lips. They smirks at each other as y/n eyes turns purple yet again. Jaehyun notices this but doesn't act on it because he doesn't want the omega to be uncomfortable. He does think about others.

I'll see you later baby

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch break as most students grumble on their way to extra lessons. Y/n however don't have an extra class to participate in though. He did see a few request into certain classes but he's just not interested.

He decided to call it a day today by checking into his dorm room early. He goes into the alpha dormitory and scans his key card on the elevator. *Ding*

The elevator opens. He walks towards the dorm rooms counting them down while looking for his number.

500? Ah this must be it!

He uses his key to open the door. It went in!

He opens the door to a welcoming vibe as he drags his bag into the room and sit on the sofa in the living room. He decided to unpack early so he could get it done much faster and don't have to deal with it later.

Y/n takes a quick shower to relieve his stress and apply his favourite powder. This magical beauty product was always capable of making anybody the fairest by just a few pats on the face.

He looks at himself in the mirror, admiring his appearance.

I look so cute

He puts his make up product back in its place before he goes back into school for the last lesson.

Fighting.

When he arrived at the battlefield location, most of the students there has already fought. People noticed that he was here, some catcalled him because of black kimono he's wearing. It had a unique design of many Sakura flowers and burning spirits. The teacher approach him.

Hello y/n. Would you like to fight someone too?

He look around to find an alpha who is mocking everyone he fought.

Hah! You are so weak! Why did you even come to this academy, you bugs? Haha.

Y/n smirks as he found his target for the day.

I wanna fight him teacher!

Oh really? He is a bit strong tho, please be careful.

Y/n chuckles as he steps onto the stage. Once he was on the stage, he levitates off the ground and sits in the air in a meditating position.

(sth like this)

The alpha who he chose, smirks as he steps onto the stage as well.

Well well well, looks like another person have decided to challenge me. I have thought it would be a beta or an alpha, but it's a just an omega slut.

Most of the people in the battlefield feel disgusted as the alpha keeps talking about how useless omega is to society, only viable as a breeding tool for the whole society to use.

Y/n did not react at all, he just levitates there in the same position. The alpha slowly starts to get angry.

Oy, bitch! The hell are you ignoring me for?

Y/n didn't reply

You f***ing useless slut! Answer me!

Y/n didn't reply. The alpha got so angry that he goes in to hit y/n hard with his fist, until it collided with something in front of y/n's body that made a sickening crack to his hand.

Ahhhhhhh! My hand!

Y/n opens his eyes, his eyes were purple and he slowly drops onto the floor, walking slowly towards the alpha who tries to crawl back in fear.

How dare you insult the nature of my kind? Just because your kind is of higher stature, doesn't mean you can make fun of my people. The omegas...

People watch in fascination as y/n drags out a sword from the middle of his chest through his kimono as a glowing purple aura surrounds he stage.

SHALL SHINE ETERNAL!

He slashes with that sword as the alpha stops screaming. He sheaths the sword as the alpha lets out a large painful wail before collapsing.

He goes off the stage before going back to his dorm room not bothering to talk or look at anyone right now.

He unlocks his door and try to go in before someone grabs his arm. He pulls his arm away from the person before turning around with the deadliest glare ever. Jaehyun was scared shitless because of y/n. Once the omega see him tho, he softens a bit before pulling him in his room.

I'm sorry. I'm just mad.

Jaehyun only hugs y/n as he hugs him back.

Through a couple of days in the academy, y/n was a popular student among campus. He was the "his excellency the almighty Narukami ogosho god of thunder."

He has deepened his relationship with jaehyun and even met some of his fellow friends. He found himself getting along with taeyong the most, who was like a parent to him.

Things were going smoothly for y/n until that day

Y/n wakes up to the harsh feeling of nausea and headache. His dick was brushing against his shorts as he sighs at the uncomfortable feeling. He already knows what this means. His heat has just arrived. He groans as he just takes off his shorts and plays with his hole, moaning at the feeling of emptyness.

His mind keeps wandering to jaehyun and his well built body, packed with muscles and a six packs. He subconsciously licks his lips and his fingers goes in and out of his hole more aggressively. He moans out loud as he climaxes.

He breathes in and out, tired but his erection is still hard. He groans.

This is going to be a long day.

Jaehyun wanted to go see y/n, hearing that he was absent today in class because he was sick. In his hand was a box of hot soup. He knocks on the door of y/n dorm room

Y/n I'm coming in!

He lets himself inside the house as he immediately freezes and the box of soup fell onto the floor. Y/n was there, stretching himself with his fingers yet again as he moans lewdly.

Jaehyun wants nothing more than to fuck y/n at this moment, but he controlled himself. Y/n however pulls the alpha towards him as he looks at him with a lustful gaze. He flicks his fingers and they were teleported into y/n's bedroom.

Alpha! You're finally here.... I've been waiting for so long for you to show up. My fingers aren't enough to satisfy my heat at all. I only crave for more and more.

His fingers slithered around jaehyun's uniform as he swiftly dispose of them with his magic, quickly leaving jaehyun in his boxer. The omega mouth waters at the large bulge the alpha is carrying. He pulls it off and was slapped in the face with his cock.

IT'S SO LONG VEINY AND THICK.

Y/n knew that jaehyun was packing, but not to this extent. His purple glitters as he wasted no time and suck off the cock in front of him.

Jaehyun grunts as he feel the hot mouth of the omega sucking him off. It feels so good. He looks down at y/n who was busy savoring his cock like a starved man, filthy slurping sounds were heard all over the room. He sees how the omega took his long and thick veiny cock like a champ.

Y/n felt jaehyun dick throbs inside his mouth and begins working on it faster, determined to make him cum. Jaehyun groans in arousal.

Fuck! Baby, that feels so good. I-i'm gonna-

Jaehyun didn't even get to finish as he finally cums inside y/n's mouth. Floods of potent alpha cum is continuously being released into y/n's awaiting mouth, who slurps and drinks it all up.

Hah..... Hah...... Hah.....

Y/n takes jaehyun's cock out of his mouth while leaning his tongue out to collect any leftover cum. Jaehyun moans as his cock returns into its former condition only even bigger than before.

He quickly uses 3 of his fingers to play with the Omega's hole. Y/n moans out loud at the sudden intrusion of such thick fingers.

I'm gonna get your hole ready for my cock baby. Gonna breed you full of my pups *groans*.

Jaehyun whispers these words so hotly in y/n's ear that he immediately cums. His white semen covering his and jaehyun's body. Soon jaehyun removes his fingers and y/n knows what coming up next.

Jaehyun lines up his cock with y/n's hole, before pushes his cock in with one big thrust. Y/n moans loudly at the intrusion while jaehyun moans as well.

F-fuck baby, you're so tight. You're gripping so hard onto my cock.

J-jaehyun, f-fuck m-e. fill my hole with your pups. Breed me with your know, please alpha. I beg you~.

Jaehyun lost his sense of control and immediately rams into y/n's hole mercilessly as y/n just moans lewdly with his tongue out. They were both loss in the pleasure.

Jaehyun switches their position as he holds y/n against his chest and holds y/n's head. He kisses y/n as he continuously rams into the tight hole.

A-alpha~ look how good your cock is fucking me.

Jaehyun moans when he sees y/n's stomach and it only urges him to fuck him even harder and deeper. Everytime he rams into y/n's hole, it creates a noticable bulge inside the Omega's stomach fueling the two desires to mate.

Your ass feels so good around my cock. I'm gonna cum!

M-me too.

They both kissed as they chase their climax.

They both moaned into each other's mouth as they climax, jaehyun knots into y/n's hole as he pumps gallons of cum into y/n's tight clenching hole. The omega also came.

They both pants, out of breath as they recover from their sex. They miss each other sweetly before pulling away. They look at each other in the eye and smile.

I love you y/n l/n. I have fell for you for a while.

I love you too Jung jaehyun.

They look down at y/n's stomach that has a considerable bulge because of the amount of cum that jaehyun is dumping in him.

Heh how much cum do you have?

It's all for you my love.

Y/n blushes. Even in times like these, jaehyun never fails to make him blush.

After a while, jaehyun's knot shrink down and he pulls out of y/n's hole as the omega whimpers from the lost of being filled. Cum did not fall out of the omega though because y/n uses his magic to keep it all in him.

You really want my baby huh?

Of course, you're my alpha after all.

They lay down on the bed that is now cleaned thanks to y/n's magic. Jaehyun embrace his lover as he leans in close.

I love you my not so innocent omega.

*chuckles* I love you too my hot alpha.

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[aemondsbeloved]

I Knew You’d Haunt All Of My What-Ifs

summary: ten years have passed since you’ve parted from Aegon and married another. When you meet again much has changed and you have both lost too much, but the love from your youth is still there (5.7k)

warnings: mentions of character death, miscarriages and trouble giving birth, angst to fluff, hopeful ending!! AU where Aegon is King

this is a part 2 for I Knew You’d Linger Like A Tattoo Kiss

“I fear that I have disappointed you as a husband, lady wife,” your husband, Lorean Lannister said to you, holding your hand.

You laid on your chaise chair in your chambers at Casterly Rock, having just performed your duties in the birthing bed. The pungent smell of the blood on the sheets being carried from your bed by the midwives still lingered in the rooms.

You were grateful, at least, for the youngest of the midwives opening your windows so you could let the fresh smell of the air permeate the lingering stench.

With your fresh gown on and being bathed after your labors you could almost forget that your labors were of no success, that there was not another Lannister to run around Casterly Rock. Another boy, it would have been, if the babe had not come so early.

The hand in yours was a reminder who you were now and what you had failed to achieve. Turning to him you smiled, not one of love but one of appreciation. You were lucky your lord husband was not a cruel man.

“You could never disappoint me, lord husband,” you only gave his hand a squeeze, upset that you were the cause of that grief stricken look on his face. “I am the one, after all, who has disappointed you. I am the one who deprived you of another son.”

He looked away, sighing you name with a sad tenor. “We have two sons, my heir and the spare. The maester said your labors were difficult as had the last two been. It was not right for you to fall with child again, my love. It was too dangerous. We should not have tried to conceive another.”

You smiled dryly. “There is nothing that can prevent the difficulties of childbirth. A stillborn and a miscarriage were hard on me, as it was on you, husband. I know how badly you wanted a large family like you grew up in. I only regret that I have not given it to you.”

He looked to you, smiling in a way that showed he could cry if he had not had the strength to hold himself back. “To think that if things had not gone this way we would not only have two sons but four by now and a daughter too.”

His expression said it all, as did the hand that held yours. He desperately wanted a daughter too, perhaps it was the fondness he held for his two sisters growing up as a boy.

“That is not the way of things in this world, husband,” you said with remorse. “At least the Gods blessed us with two sons. Two good sons,” you added with importance.

Your sons were charismatic like their father and bold like their mother yet without the pride you had once said all Lannisters had. You loved your children and were proud how they have grown but could not fall in love with your husband.

“I love our sons,” he admitted, looking at you now and you could see the honesty in his green eyes. “You have made me a better man, I only wish you could love me as I love you.”

You opened your mouth but he made a gesture, shaking his head with a rueful smile on his lips. “Forget it,” he said, gently still. “You must rest now.”

With that, he had left the room and you could only lay there looking through your window to the sky outside. It was hours later that you received a letter that Queen Helaena had went into her own labors and had died due to complications, her baby along with her. The letter had detailed the funeral that would take place, her dragon Dreamfyre would be the only to burn her body along with her child’s. All you could think about was how when you were losing you son, Aegon was losing his wife, sister, and stillborn child in one day.

You found yourself wanting to write a letter to him, expressing your sympathies and revealing your own losses to him but that was not proper. You were not yet old but you were not so young and foolish anymore. You could not send a letter to the King like that because he was not yours to comfort. In due time someone on his small council would tell him of the loss of Lord and Lady Lannister, the third child dead as it entered the world. He would not write to you, so you should not write to him. Still though, you could only think of him the rest of the day.

It was months later and summer had come. You had mourned your dead child and no longer wore the blacks you were so used to donning after your child had perished. You begun spending every day outside the castle with your two sons when you had the time. They were growing faster than you’d like, having trained with the sword and your first excelled at it while the second loved his studies most of all.

It was this time of year your husband adored hunting. You supposed it was one of those things that he had for himself and you could not deny him even if you wished it.

In the mornings he would go, your handmaiden would let you know and you thought little of it, only expecting the beast he hunted that would be prepared by the cooks in the kitchens for a meal later that evening.

You should have learned to not take things for granted. After all this time, you should have learnt that. It seems you did not.

“My lady,” your husband’s father, Jason Lannister had come to you as you sat with your youngest son as he read while you stitched embroidery. “A moment of your time if you please.”

His serious expression was unlike your father-in-law and you saw how he glanced at your son. “Go find your brother, sweet boy,” you told him gently with a smile and when you saw the protest that was soon to come. Likely one about how he wished to finish his book and not train with his brother who only ever was found in the training yard. “You can finish it later, I promise. But go to your brother now.”

When he left you dropped the smile, worry showing on your features. “What is it, my Lord? I thought you were to be hunting with my husband and his brother.”

You knew what he was going to say before he said it, his face giving it away.

“I will speak plainly, my lady. There was a hunting accident, a wild boar that even my asstute son could not see coming. He.. is dead, I fear I must tell you. He died immediately.”

You should have been heartbroken but you were not. A tear did slide down your cheek as your body felt weak, though, with no strength left. You could only think of your sons and how they had lost their father. You had no love for your father, with his own drinking and harsh ways but Lorean was not like your father. He was a good man to your sons. He was not your lover but he was a companion of sorts. You mourned their father in your sons stead as they had lost something much more precious than you had.

Telling your sons Jonn and Mathin was not the worst of it, it turned out. They had cried, your younger Mathin asking why father had to die, you telling him that the gods could be cruel. Your elder Jonn only stood strong, knowing that he was Lord of Casterly Rock, or soon would be when his grandfather would pass.

Though, the worst of it was finding a routine and moving on. The weeks that passed were just the same as they were while your husband lived but it felt somehow more empty. You did not love him, but you did care for him. Your boys grew and you only wished their father could be there for them.

When Tyland Lannister came to Casterly Rock, you were lucky that you could count on his assistance. Competent as you were when it came to finding a match for your sons you knew other lords would not be as generous to a mere lady. This was, after all, how your world worked. Constantly underestimating women is the only way the world would treat you and you were no fool. You were not a princess, you were a lady. The lords would not show you respect as a woman.

For this, you were grateful that Tyland, who had made it clear he would assist you as much as needed, was dedicated to finding your son a match as much as you are. You supposed wanting to secure your son’s futures and house Lannister’s strength was his dedication to his nephew beyond the grave. You would take all the help you could get and were glad for Tyland’s assistance in your trip to King’s Landing to find a match for your sons.

“This banquet hosted by the King will be a great opportunity for Jonn and Mathin,” Tyland told you as you walked through the gardens of Casterly Rock. “There will be many lords there, eager to make matches for their children. With the news of the heir to Casterly Rock dead, every lord will see Jonn and want him for their daughter’s husband. Casterly Rock is a fine seat and any daughter would be lucky to be your son’s lady wife. Mathin will be just as desirable for every house as well, my lady. He is a second son of one of the most prominent houses.”

“Your brother will be there as well,” you added, walking in step with him as you approached the inside of Casterly Rock. “Lord Jason has always been a good advocate for his grandsons, I have no doubt with the both of you at King’s Landing my sons will have a good match. With my good father presenting, I have little worry Jonn and Mathin will find worthy ladies to be betrothed to.”

“To be sure,” he agreed but you could sense there was more to it.

“Please speak your mind, Tyland,” you urged plainly.

“The other lords will listen to my brother. Despite my elder brother’s confidence in everything he does, the other lords respect him.”

“But?”

You heard him sigh. “You grew up with the King Aegon and his brother Prince Aemond. It is common knowledge, though now forgotten by the court, that you were close friends with his Grace.”

“What of it?” you asked, training yourself to not sound defensive. No one knew you had loved his Grace, more than a childhood companion had, and you had no intentions of displaying your past affections.

“If you were to speak to the King about a match for your sons, he would be inclined to assist you. His word would persuade any of the lords beyond my brother’s sway. No one would deny a King”

“I think you may have overestimated my friendship with his Grace. The day I left the Red Keep I ceased any contact with King Aegon.”

“That might not matter as much as you think, my lady," he said, insisting. “Childhood friendships linger even as we age. Perhaps we think of what it was like to be young and free, even.”

“Perhaps,” you conceded as you both walked into Casterly Rock.

It was a few days later that you traveled with your family and stepped foot in the Red Keep after years of being absent from it. It was a glorious thing to see both your sons look out the windows with some wonder at the castle you had grown up in.

Your sons could not help the curious questions on their minds, however.

“Why do we have to go to the banquet again?” the younger asked quizzically, turning from the window to look at you.

“When the Protector of the Realm asks all the great houses to come to such an event, we are obliged to do so,” you said with some seriousness. “It is a great honor.”

“I do not want to dance,” your elder son said, his eyes still glued to the window as he was disgruntled at the prospect of doing anything but training.

You chuckled under your breath at that.

“You won’t be dancing much, my boy,” his grandsire, Lord Jason Lannister said from his place on the other side of the carriage. “You may find some friends. This is your first event at King’s Landing.”

“You mean I’ll have to go to more?” Jonn asked incredulously while Mathin looked out the window again, unbothered.

“You will spend many nights throughout your lives attending banquets and feasts, but there is some fun to be had off the training yard.”

He hummed, not quite satisfied but did not push further.

Your good father shared a meaningful look with you. “When we arrive I would like it if you spoke to Tyland. My brother is on the King’s council and has some sway.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, withholding the chuckle at your good father’s arrogance. Tyland might have been on the small council but everyone with ears knew that the King listened to his hand the most and if you still knew Aegon, you doubted Tyland was someone who he looked to anything for.

But you did not know Aegon anymore as that was rather the point, thinking if you put your all in your marriage it might dull the ache leaving him brought.

“—But of course, if you speak to the King I have little doubt he will listen. Or perhaps, Prince Aemond, as he is now the Hand to the King and you grew up with them both.”

Gods, was he still going on about this?

“Lord Jason,” you willed yourself to remain kind as exasperated as you felt. “I’ve not seen King Aegon and Prince Aemond in well over a decade. I am not sure what you expect.”

He opened his mouth, no doubt about to go on about something else but the carriage mercifully stopped, being opened for you. Jason promptly closed his mouth, getting out the carriage and helping you do the same. Mathin and Jonn followed suit.

“Lord Jason Lannister of Casterly Rock with his good daughter Lady Y/N Lannister and her sons, Jonn Lannister, the heir to Casterly Rock, and Mathin Lannister.”

You heard Ser Criston Cole announcing the arrival of your good father, you and your sons before you saw him.

“Lord Jason, I trust your journey was pleasant,” Queen Alicent, someone you had not seen in many years, greeted him. “Be welcome.”

“My Queen,” he bowed, enjoying the attention. “I have no doubt you remember my late son’s wife, Lady Y/N, from her time spent in King Viserys’ court?”

Moving out the way, you took a step forward, curtseying to the Queen. “My Queen,” you greeted her warmly with respect.

As soon as Alicent’s eyes were on you, the girl she had remembered very well now a woman grown, she exuded warmth, striding towards you. “Lady Y/N, it brings joy to us all to see you again.” Flitting her gaze to your sons behind you, Jonn standing proud and tall, Mathin’s posture just as straight with his softer and clever expression on his face. “I can see yourself in your sons so well. Motherhood suits you well.” She looked back at you so kindly you nearly felt a girl again.

“You honor me, your Grace.”

“Will you have tea with me in my apartments while your family gets settled? I had hoped to speak with you privately?”

You nodded, agreeing easily and before you knew it you left your sons to their grandfather, going with Alicent to her chambers in the castle.

Her apartments were just as you remembered and you smiled vaguely at the sight as her handmaiden poured tea for you both, leaving the room quietly. Alicent had already taken a seat on a chair as you moved to sit next to her. “It is so strange being here after so many years only for the castle to remain unchanged.”

She agreed quietly. This woman who had not just been your Queen but also had nearly been a mother to you when you were younger without one at court with an absent father, was deep in thought.

“Is there something you wish to ask me, my Queen?” you asked gently.

“I must tell you, Lady Y/N, that all those years ago you left the court our family felt your loss. You were a good friend to my children and I did not appreciate the good influence you had on Aegon. I thought my Helaena would make him softer and easier when they married but,” she trailed off and you stiffened. “That was not the case.”

Helaena, the Queen Consort who was now dead. You remembered the girl you had lessons with the Septa who had always seem in another world and was fascinated with her insects, destined to marry her brother who was so very difficult. Aegon had not wanted to marry her. You wondered if he mourned her— his sister, his wife, their dead child.

“If you do not mind me saying, your Grace, I am deeply sorry for the loss of Queen Helaena. There was no one more kinder and gentler I had met in my time here. She was a unique soul. I doubt we will see her likes in these walls again.”

A tearful smile and squeeze of your hand was her reply. “Thank you, my lady,” she said, voice thick from the tears wanting to fall. “Tragedy has befitted us both, I have heard. We both have lost fathers and husbands. I was deeply sorry when Tyland informed us of your husband’s sudden death.”

Despite not loving him, not truly anyways, you smiled the same sad smile. You were not soulmates and you could not love him the way you loved another in your youth but you had a family together. He was a companion in the least.

“Lorean was a good man. I worry for our sons. To grow up without a father is not a good thing to endure, especially when theirs was as devoted as he was to them.”

“They seem to be two fine boys. I am sure with Lord Jason and Ser Tyland they will grow up with great honor.”

You silently agreed with her. With the absence of your own mother you had always relied on Queen Alicent and now you wished to rely on her again. “My good father and uncle wish for advantageous marriages for my sons.”

Her brows raised indicating that was not what she expected you to say at all but you continued. “Men are always so concerned with what will make them look best I’ve found. Perhaps this is selfish but I wish my sons to have love in their marriages.”

Her silence filled the room. “If I have crossed a line, your Grace—”

“Nonsense,” she replied haastily. “I was not expecting those words from you is all, my lady. I understand the weight a father’s ambition can have.”

“Lord Jason and Ser Tyland are of the belief that my childhood friendship with your son guarantees a most powerful alliance in marriage,” you admitted, giving her a look of shared knowledge.

Men and their thirst for power. How tedious it was to women.

“You must see Aegon,” she urged with hope, battling the same decision in her mind as you have— admittance or pretending all was well. “He is so alone most days since Helaena has left us. Aemond spends all his free time with his ladywife and children but Aegon—” she cut herself off with a huff of breath, trying to reel herself in. “He has not turned out to be a poor father or king as I had feared, but he has no joy. I worry it might have been my doing.”

You were stunned into silence. Her next words were no surprise to you, though.

“I remember how close you two were,” she said with a slight smile as she looked at you and you thought maybe she was blind to how you felt for him all those years ago. “The closest of friends. I always told Ser Cole it reminded me of myself and—” she cut herself off, a frown tugging her lips harshly like the memory must have burned her. “Well, close as can be. Please see him, my dear. He will make a fine match for your sons, I know he would for you. Let your sons stay at court and meet other daughters of lords. They will find one they get on well with, I am sure, and one day,” her words trailed off before she focused on you again. “See Aegon. I know he would be most pleased to see you.”

“I will be more than happy to see him,” you murmured with a smile. “It has been a long time, indeed.”

When you left the Queen your skin itched with anticipation. You tried to pretend the prospect of seeing him again did not affect you but you were only lying to yourself. The same lie came easy when you swore you were going to him because his own mother said he was not well and you must honor your friendship.

“Is King Aegon occupied?” You asked the Kingsguard in front of Aegon’s chambers. “At the urgence of the Queen Dowager I had hoped to see his Grace.”

The scrutiny the Kingsguard gave you was not bothersome. You had long been scrutinized by men worse than him. The doors he was guarding opened before he could say anything to you.

“Lady Y/N,” greeted a voice coated in surprise. Long silver blonde tresses of hair and an eyepatch, that could be only one person. He moved past the Kingsguard to stand in front of you, a book tucked under his arm.

“Prince Aemond,” the happiness in your voice lifting your tone. “It has been so long since I’ve seen you. I hear much has changed in your life.”

“As have yours, my lady. You have not crossed our walls in some time,” he smiled courteously at you before casting a look at the Kingsguard. As the man in armor quickly left the message must have been clear. “I must admit, it is good to see you. A shame how long it has been.”

“The years go by quicker than I might have thought when I was a maiden,” you admitted. “I remember the games we would all play as children. A life time ago it seems.”

He raised his brows. “I remember you and my brother stealing a book from me in the library then proceeding to run around the castle to make me get it back.”

“You always did eventually catch us,” you teased him back, smiling in remembrance of childhood memories. “I hear the Gods have blessed you and your lady wife with many children. All girls, I heard.”

This time when he smiled it was genuine, fatherly pride on his face before a somber expression took over. “I thought of sending a letter as did we all but I am sorry for your losses, Y/N,” he frowned. “Your lord husband might have been the only tolerable Lannister to grace our halls. I have no doubt your children do him justice. If there is anything we might do to help, only ask.”

Your eyes flickered down to the pin on his jacket that signaled him as hand to the king. “Do not say the same to Lord Jason or Ser Tyland. You will live to regret it, my prince.”

He huffed a laugh. “Yes, Tyland is subtle but anyone with some intelligence could see he is striving for much more,” he shook his head disapprovingly. Aemond never did like the Lannisters for different reasons than Aegon did years ago before you were wed. “But if there is someone you want your sons to be betrothed to, come to me. Or better, my brother.”

Just like that your thought were on Aegon again and the past you had left behind. Right after, your mind laid heavy on Helaena and her absence. “I wanted to write as well,” you admitted. “I am so sorry about Helaena. She was the best of us.”

“My sweet sister,” he murmured with sadness. “She was too good and gentle to be of our world. But I know she would be glad you are here again.”

His heavy stare reminded you of his mother, knowing too much. He did not say anything else, just looking back at the cracked open door, back at you, then leaving.

You knocked on the door before pushing it open. From the entrance you could see it was dark, the curtains drawn closed despite it being midday. Unlike your teenage years in the Keep, the room was not littered with empty pitchers of wine.

“I told you to leave me be, brother,” you heard Aegon before you saw him, his voice irritated and deeper. “I am in no mood for company.”

“That is no way to greet your oldest friend,” you told him softly and walked further into the room, finally catching sight of him where he stood with his back turned and hands on his desk.

His entire body tensed and for a moment you thought you should not have come and that Alicent and Aemond’s insistence that you had returned was a good thing, was the very opposite. But then Aegon turned his head, lilac eyes meeting your across the room. Even here you could see the purple of his eyes had not changed.

He whispered your name, it sounding like a question. It was as if your name was a ghost, one he did not think he would catch a glimpse of again. “Is it truly you?”

You smiled gingerly, the corners of your lips quirking up at his sudden lack of anger he had when he believed you to be Aemond. “It is.”

There in Aegon’s larger chambers he had lived in since he had become King, you both looked at each other, taking in the changes in yourselves over the years. He looked different, tired from the years of being King, a father and perhaps the loss of his sister and wife Helaena was a reason for his haggard demeanor too. You were different too, bearing the appearance of a mother and a wife who had lost much, more or less than him.

Aegon stepped forward and met you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in an embrace. You could not stop yourself as you embraced his middle, enjoying the moment you had of resting your cheek against his chest. It felt like a childhood memory, the embrace of the friend you loved. “I have missed you,” he admitted in a whisper. “I should have wrote to you. Helaena had told me to do so for years. It is no excuse.”

He pulled back from your embrace, not quite leaving your touch completely as his arms slid down your shoulders. His words had questions on the tip of your tongue. When had Helaena told him to write to you? Did she mean it as a friend writing to another friend, or was it for condolences when you lost your first child? Or did clever, astute Helaena always know what Aegon was to you and what you were to him?

“I am sorry about Helaena,” you said instead, but your voice was thick with emotion. “I wanted to write to tell you how heavy my heart was when I heard but it had been years.”

He bowed his head and took a deep breath, though you thought it was a shaky one too. “We did not love one another,” he admitted, not looking at you yet. “Not as a husband and wife should,” he huffed a breath that almost sounded like a laugh and when he looked back up at you he seemed to appear nostalgic with glassy eyes. “When we were children I remember telling you she was an idiot but I was wrong. She was always intelligent, though I did not even have it in me to understand her. I did not hate her as I thought I might have. I cared for her but never loved her.”

“I’m sorry,” it was the only thing you could think of to say.

He shook his head. “She did not love me either but she never had a paramour. I had given her leave to but she never,” his words died from his mouth and he seemed to be swimming in memories. “We did our duty and I did not stray far from her. It was a job, something that needed to be done, our duty. She was my sister.”

“I understand,” you whispered. “I never did love my husband. He did love me but I could never quite reciprocate. There was some happiness, though it is not the kind you hope to have as a young girl.”

Aegon gave you a long look and a hint of relief flickered in his gaze. You did not let your mind wander. You did not come to see him to confess about the love from your youth not quite disappearing.

“Why did you wish to see me?” he asked quietly, eyes refusing to leave your face and his hands reluctantly leaving your arms.

“Lord Jason wants advantageous matches for his grandsons,” you said sheepishly. “He and Ser Tyland are of the mind that our friendship in our youth would all but guarantee a power match for my sons.” Bashfully you smiled now thinking about how ridiculous the notion was.

“They are quite right. I would do anything for you, my dearest lady,” Aegon says matter of factly and the breath from your lungs left you. “Tell me what you desire for your sons and it will be done.”

He should not be calling you that, his dearest lady, and yet you needed to hear him say it a million times over again until he felt like his lungs had no more air just as yours did right now. Your lips parted, the shock and emotions pouring over you. “Only for my sons to know the Red Keep as I did when I was their age and for them to have happiness in their marriages. I should like to see my sons content and dare I say in love one day.”

He smiled ruefully and you mimicked him, chuckling at the thought. You could not think on your words before he spoke. “Whenever I look upon my sons and daughter I only wish for them to have what I did not, love when they marry one day. Having love within your grasp only for it to be taken from you is a burden heavier than I imagined.”

“Aegon,” you began, voice trembling and tearing yourself from his gaze. You wanted to beg him to not say something foolish. You wanted to let him say the things you only thought of in dreams.

“My adoration for you has not changed,” he told you hurriedly, not breathing between each word. “You have haunted me and I have regretted every day that I did not have us fly away on Sunfyre for good. I was horrid the day you left, cruel to everyone for weeks until father’s health withered and even I could not escape duty. Every day I wonder if it has been worth it.”

“Of course it has,” you reassured him, your words thick with emotion from all of it. “There is no one in the Realm that denies the strength you have given your house these last ten years and with dear Aemond as your hand I fear there is nothing that you could not accomplish during your reign. But I— I have missed you too. Daily and nightly. I never could have loved my husband, not when I never completely stopped loving you.”

His face crumples and his lip juts out. “You love me?” he asks, like he needed to hear you say it a thousand times.

“I love you,” you tell him, like you could say these words to him a thousand times. “I have loved you since I was a girl and you were a boy. I fear that I will love you until I have no more air to breathe.”

His hand reaches out and cups your cheek. Suddenly you are a girl again, desperately devoted to her prince who she would never be able to call hers. “I love you,” he repeats the words and there is no room for doubting him. You had known he loved you all your life. “When I am ash and another ascends the throne I will still love you. It is all I have known.”

“Aegon,” you breathe out his name and it is desperate and imploring, not too different than the times in your youth spent in the dragonpit or amongst the skies where you both had hoped those times to never end.

You cannot say another word when his head tilts down and his lips capture yours in a languid kiss. Your hands move to his shoulders, then go to cup his cheek. The kiss is different than the ones you had known these past years from your late husband; This one is slow, passionate, steeping in meaning that words could not possibly convey. I love you does not touch it. I need you, I desire you, I have always wanted you, you are the only one I have thought of, might have said it better, but none go as so close to his lips on yours.

You are the first to part from his embrace as you breathe heavily. The weight of his forehead against yours has never felt so right as anything before. “I want to marry you,” he whispers and it is not the first time he has said these words but it is the first time it does not sound like a foolish dream to console a young boy. It was a fact. King Aegon, second of his name, would marry his dearest lady.

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reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3

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[sirhyst]

Edgar Allan Poe (bsd) fluff alphabet (U - Z)

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Unique – What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

He will randomly reach out to touch you. He doesn’t mean to make uncomfortable, even though the first time it probably surprised you, but sometimes he moves without thinking. He tries to control it, especially if he’s with strangers, but when he’s with you, he’ll randomly sigh and feel your arms or your clothing because it gives him comfort.

Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

Poe generally dislikes sudden changes, but he’s willing to explore something new with you once in awhile. Take things slow with him because he becomes overwhelmed easily. If you find it difficult to except change, he’s willing to give a little push without frustrating you.

Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

Poe adores taking bubble baths with you. He loves when you sit in front of him with his arms wrapped around you. Most of the time he likes to lay on you though. He loves it when you tell him stories about your week (even if you’ve told him the same story twice, he just wants to hear your voice). He’s especially happy when you listen to him ramble about his stories and a case he worked on with Ranpo.

XO – How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

Poe doesn’t like drawing attention to himself, so at first, he’s nervous when it comes to PDA. He mostly kisses your cheek or holds your hand tightly when in public. Sometimes he’s struck with confidence and kisses you. There was time he saw another couple sharing a romantic moment and felt compelled to pull you into a hug and kiss you.

Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?

He writes about it, obviously. As mentioned before, Poe feels emotions more intensely than others, and it can become overwhelming for him. Writing it out helps him to let out those feelings of missing you. Poe can also become very distracted depending on how badly he misses you. While trying write his book or taking Karl on a walk, his mind wanders back to you. Don’t be surprise if he calls/texts you unexpectedly.

Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

If Poe knows he’s getting sleepy, he desperately tries to hide it, even at the cost of his own health. Please drag him to bed because he will stay up for 48 hours or more working on his book, but he’ll regret it later. Poe is a heavy sleeper, and that’s mainly because he’s running on 1 hour of sleep. Poe also talks his sleep. There are times where it’s become concerning where it sounds like he’s fighting someone, but overall it’s the cutest thing. He tends to touch you a lot while sleeping—feeling your arms, wrapping his legs around yours, etc.

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This ends the fluff alphabet! Going to TRY to work on the NSFW alphabet next, it probably be done in the same format (3-5 letters at a time). I’m also thinking I need to do a master list at some point so my account is easier to navigate.

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[haveihitanerve]

Lucien stood on the balcony at the House of Wind and stared out over Velaris. The city of starlight. He had never seen a more beautiful view. He smelled her before he heard her, the telltale sign of the door opening the only sound of her arrival. He knew she wanted him to hear her approach. He had tested that door. It opened silently if you tried. “How are you doing?” She asked quietly, taking up a place at his side. Lucien loosed a sigh. “Its beautiful.” He said instead. She gave him a look. “Feyre.” He started. She waited. “I am- so sorry.” She blinked. This was clearly not when she expected them to have this conversation. But Lucien plowed on. He needed to tell her. To make her understand. “I know- i realize now that I should have been better. That i should have fought more. I fought some- but it wasn't enough.” He looked everywhere but at her. “I regret- i regret my part in your suffering and im glad…” he took a deep breath. “Im glad you ran away. Im glad you left him. Left me. Im glad you found this place with these people.” he made himself meet her eyes. “I am so glad that you have a family. And that you are happy. And i am so sorry for not giving that to you.” Feyre took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently. “Its okay.” She breathed quietly. “I forgive you. I have forgiven you. I never thought- an apology is nice, of course.” she smiled. “But i didn't expect it.” “well you should have.” Lucien said forcefully. “I owe you one. And im sorry.” Feyre smiled lightly. “Okay foxy. I get it. And i forgive you.” Lucien released a breath of relief, sinking down onto the bench that was closest to him. Feyre joined him, their hands still interlaced. “Why didn't you?” Feyre asked quietly. He looked at her. She looked back. “Fight for me.” She elaborated. Lucien ran a hand through his hair. It was a fair question. “I tried.” He whispered miserably. “Everyday i begged Tamlin- begged him. To let me take you on a ride. To let you go to the village. Do anything but sit inside all day and paint.” Lucien shook his head. “But he refused. Time and time again. Before we left i-” he hesitated. “When we were going to come back I had plans to kidnap you.” he said quietly.

“I- i didn't care anymore. You were suffering and so close to breaking and Tamlin was just letting it happen i couldn't-” he cut off, taking a deep breath. “Before we left I made a deal with Alis.” he said quietly. “She was going to put something in your food and make you eat it the night before we got back. And pack all your things in a bag. Then I would excuse myself from Tamlin and grab you, and the supplies that we still had from our excursion. And i would leave.” he swallowed. “I didn't have a plan where to go, or what to do. But i couldn't just let you go on like that. And then… then Rhys happened.” He shook his head. “And i am so glad we left. So that he could find you.” Lucien looked at her. Feyre covered her mouth with one hand, squeezing his with the other. “Lucien.” she breathed, tears in her eyes. He smiled faintly. “Tamlin...” he shook his head. “It was bad. But i am so glad you got out.” He squeezed her hand. “What about the letter?” Feyre asked quietly. But the way she said it he knew the question had been weighing on her. Lucien sighed. “Honestly, until then i thought Rhys had messed with your mind.” He admitted. “But then you sent the letter and… your scent was clearly on it. I begged Tamlin to let it go. That you were happy and that he should be satisfied with that. But he refused. He said that you couldn't read or write. And that rhys had done it. To make us forget you. As if that was ever a possibility.” he scoffed. “He sent me to go looking for you. And forced sentries to go to. We were told not to bother coming back if we didn't have you.” He swallowed. Feyre squeezed his hand tighter. “And when i saw you.” He smiled. “I wanted so badly to take you home. But i also knew i couldn't.” He shrugged. “So we went back.” He turned pale. “Tamlin…” he trailed off, standing abruptly. “Sorry. I shouldn't have- you don't need to hear all this. You were safe and happy here. Are.” he corrected. “Lucien-” Feyre stood and grabbed his arm when he made to leave. “Did he hurt you?” She asked quietly. Lucien swallowed and shook out of her grip. “You're safe and happy here Feyre.” He said. “Don't worry about Tamlin, or what happened in the Spring Court anymore.”

He turned and hurried through the door inside but Feyre followed. She couldn't let him bury this, couldn't let him hide this anymore. They had been friends once. He had been her first, her best friend for a long time. She wanted that back. And she couldn't let him walk away now. Friends didn't let that happen. Lucien hadn't made it far. Rhys stood in the living room, wings present, shadows swirling around his shoulders, murder in his eyes. Lucien slowed and stopped. Cassian and Azriel were seated on the couches nearby, tense, but not entirely sure why. Cass stood as Feyre walked in though, and positioned himself close by. Rhys eyes bored into Luciens. Feyre stepped up next to him and squeezed his hand. Lucien didn't remove his gaze from Rhys, but squeezed back. “Did he hurt you?” Rhys repeated Feyre’s earlier question. Lucien closed his eyes. Az was on his feet in an instant and Cassian let out a strangled noise. “Lucien.” Feyre said softly. Lucien's body trembled. “I loved him.” he whispered. “Everyone I knew, my brothers, my father, my mother, even those who i had come to consider family in the farms of the autumn court, turned against me. And Tam took me in. Gave me a home. A responsibility. Friendship.” he swallowed, eyes still squeezed shut. “But he always demand obedience first, friendship second.” He sniffed. “And it hurt.” He cut off, blinking hard. “I was a lot like you, y'know.” He gestured to Cassian and Azriel. To Rhys. “At first. I teased him. Pushed him. And when hard choices came and I felt he made the wrong one,” Lucien stared at the ground. “I told him.” Lucien shifted, and Feyre could feel his tremors through his hand. She squeezed tighter. “He did not take it as well as you do.” He met Rhys eyes. Azriel removed Truth Teller from its sheath. Lucien shook. “Im going to kill him.” Cassian said, voice low. Something cracked and Feyre turned in surprise to her mate. A broken chair, snapped in half, lay at his feet. Cold, hard rage roiled in his eyes. Lucien shook harder. Feyre gave him a look, but Rhys couldn't rein it in. So cassian did. He pushed his anger aside in favor of comfort, and stepped closer. “Boyo,” he said quietly. Lucien inhaled sharply, unaware he had gotten so close. Cassian placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “We will never touch you.” he swore. “Never. Outside of training of course.” he added with a wink. Lucien managed a weak smile. “You are ours. You are not ever returning to that fucking prick again okay? Ours.” he pressed his forehead against Luciens. “And i swear to you, i swear.” he breathed vehemently. “We will not lay a harsh finger on you. Ever.” Lucien was shaking again, but this was deeper. Less fearful. Feyre released his hand and Cassian enveloped him, his wings splaying slightly as he cocooned them. Lucien broke, a sob ripping from his throat as he clutched at Cassian, sobbing into his shoulder. Cassian held him tighter, never faltering. A rock in this storm. The raw, broken sound, snapped something in Rhys and Az. Some of the anger dimmed from their eyes. Feyre could still see it, raging beneath their skin, but they pushed it aside for Lucien. Choosing to comfort him over gaining revenge for him. They approached slowly, letting their footsteps be heard, and az slowly placed a hand on Lucien's shoulder. The emissary sobbed harder. “I lay claim to you.” Rhys said quietly. “Lucien Vanserra. You belong to the Night Court now. You are a part of our Inner Circle now. You are mine.” a bit of High Lord laced the last few words. “And I swear an oath to you, that none in our Court will ever harm you the way he has. And we will do everything in our power to make sure you are never hurt that way again.” Light flashed, and Feyre glanced down at her forearm. Cassian, Rhys, and Az all did the same. Wrapped around her wrist, a single thin, fiery red tattoo now lay. The same color as Lucien's hair. 

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[sufandomgirl]

Amphibia Soulmate AU Fanfiction 1 Part 21

Andrias x Leif

!Swearing and Mature Themes Warning!

{The letter made her cry tears of mixed emotions.}

Beach House...One Week Ago...

Newt: If you don't do it, you'll hate yourself for the rest of your life.

Fern: (sighs) How do you know me so well, Jason?

Jason: I'm your soulmate, that's my job.

Fern: Ugh, I suppose you're right. Once I read his final letter to me, I can be done with him.

{He breaks the wax seal on the letter. It had been years since he'd received his father's final letter and been informed of his death.}

Jason: I'm right here, baby.

Fern: I know, but I have to do this. (begins reading) 'Dear Fern, I am writing to you to let you know some things. First is...I am truly sorry for everything that I put you and your sister through. I love you, whether or not you believe that is up to you, but I hope that one day, you'll be able to forgive me, despite what you will find out in this letter. Second, I must tell you the truth. It wasn't your sister's choice to miss any of your recitals or shows. When I came, I had told her that if she didn't stay at the castle, we wouldn't eat, putting more pressure on her to work. After you became an adult, I made her work, even over your events to take care of my selfish, aging ass--wrongly believeing that she owed me something--despite knowing how badly she always wanted to go to support you. She never held a grudge or even spoke badly about you, ever. In fact, her face would fill with pride whenever she thought of you. She never got to send letters because she had to send them through me and I never sent any. She did try, son. She worked diligently in the castle and I got treated. It made me see just how unfairly I'd treated her. Everything she gave up, everything she missed, all the countless hours she worked, she did it to feed and take care of us so that you could grow up to become what you did. Then, when she was sent from the castle to Wartwood, I was forced to arrange a marriage for her. She didn't tell me what happened to make the king himself send her there and to be fair, I didn't make her feel like she could rely on me. I fear for her in her arranged marriage to Herald Wellbucket. There's something not right with that boy in the head. If you get this, please know that I truly regret everything I've done to you both. She loves you. I love you. Goodbye, Son. Love, Dad.' (puts letter down; angry tears well up) My sister...my younger sister did that for me? She loves me? He's the only reason that we haven't spoken or seen each other in twenty years?!

Jason: Fern...I...I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now.

Fern: Anger, betrayal, sadness. He lied to me all those years, saying that my sister couldn't be bothered to come to my shows or recitals. when the only reason that she couldn't was because she had to work so much to support us! To support him! She tried to send me letters, Jason! (starts to break into tears)

{Jason holds him, not used to this role, but willing nonetheless. Fern had always been the one to hold him, comfort him, just listen if he needed him to, despite being the most famous dancer on the Fountain Islands. They'd moved here after they found out that they were soulmates, knowing that Jason's family wouldn't approve of him being in a homosexual relationship, much less a cross-species one. He had been a respected soldier in Amphibia for three decades and chose to retire to the Fountain Islands a few years ago with Fern. They'd been fostering a young orphaned newt girl named Millicent for about a year now.}

Newtopia Castle...Present Day...

{As Leif read the letter from the judge in the town of Wartwood, she cried. Fern had come looking for her and figuring that he owed her a solid after everything, he'd brought him up to speed on all he knew that's happened in his absence up until Leif went no-contact and they just banished and imprisoned the entire Wellbucket family.}

Leif: He's back...oh, I wonder how this will end up going.

{So, just to recap, her brother was coming, her twin sons' birthday was in a few days, Andrias was trying to bond with her kids, since they were now courting and she was the High Governess in charge of caring for his daughter--the Crown Princess--and General Barrel's kids. She'd have a lot to explain to him when he got here.}

Leif: You sure have some timing, bro.

{She would have to inform Andrias of his impending visit on their next date the day before the boys' birthday.}

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[talenlee]

Remote Romance Is Older Than Boomers

Remote Romance Is Older Than Boomers

Have you ever seen the word Swalk?

If you read, say, Biggles-style media, if you’re interested in World War 2 period media, you might have seen it, S W A L K, somewhere, usually on a letter, sometimes graffiti, maybe sometimes mentioned aloud. I saw it on a BC comic, by Johnny Hart, which isn’t an archive worth diving for an example. I can just imagine Hugh Lawrie saying it, in that doleful, soppy, romantic, I-know-I’m-the-stupid-person-in-the-room way of a Blackadder or Jeeves And Wooster episode, though I’ve no idea if at any point he says it. I know it came up on an episode of QI — part of a technique that came up in World War 2 for communicating a crude message to the recipient, in a way that looked deniable to anyone overseeing it.

See, you might see, on the back of an envelope, the letters SWAK or SWALK. It stood for ‘Sealed With A Loving Kiss.’ There were others like BURMA and NORWICH – and they were, mostly, filthy. It’s a touch of human contact during a period of extreme deprivation.

There’s a concern that The Youths are addicted to their phones. This is a stupid concern, mostly expressed in my experience by grandparents on facebook or in the case of the ones related to me, their forums. The fear is that these young people are caring about their phones, which they express to their friends, on facebook, which they access with their phones. This is so banal that the Lamb Council ad about Lamb Bringing Everyone Together (as long as they aren’t, for example, the 11% of the population that consider themselves some measure of vegetarian) made the same joke.

The thing that youths are engaged with, on they phones, is never really specified, except when it’s criticised in terms of relationships. Online friends, bad friends, abusive friends, cyberbullies, the potential for Online Stalkers or worse, and of course, the ever-present fear of a Digital X-Friend of some variety. After all, the line goes, they’re not real friends, and for a while there, how can you trust that they are who they say they are? This position, of uncertainty seems to be most prevalent amongst the population of the planet who give their real name and address to Facebook in the name of contacting grandchildren who then leave facebook.

When I attended the first wedding of people I knew who met and married online, it was easily twenty years ago, or something like that. It was surprising, to me, because he’d flown from England to be here, which just felt, in hindsight strange. When I was a young teenager, I had an internet girlfriend. We DM’d each other phrases like ‘kisses you’ and graduated to phone calls and then writing each other hand written letters we’d scent with our scented deoderant. Lords that’s dorky. Anyway, this was to me, a very important experience, in learning about myself and learning things I’d later regret deeply, like, you know, don’t fall out of contact with a friend because you’re embarrassed. These romances are not remarkable, they are extremely normal. I’ve even talked about how a lack of teen experimentation with romance can result in people having bad or stunted experiences in their adult life that means they’re not well equipped to handle ideas like ending relationships that are going badly.

This idea, then, and its introduction seems almost completely unnecessary to me. Most people I know are okay with some form of online dating, certainly if you’re shy and pining and there’s a difficulty in being materially present because you live in a big expensive county and have limited means. There are a number of polycules that have never met, and love has been expressed through sighs and songs on discord without ever needing something as gauche as a hand gently gripping a fistful of hair.

The thing that makes this stick in my brain, and the reason this draft has hovered around for a year for me, though, is that this is one of those many enduring times when a thing that’s called new is just another thing that’s old, and because the form of it has changed people are confused by it. Before there were IRC datefriends, there were phone partners, before there were phone partners there were CB Radio buddies, before there were CB Radio buddies there were letter-datings, and a lot of that letter writing involved people who hadn’t met yet, because they were introduced to one another by letter.

Setting aside the nobility and landed gentry of the 19th century, who featured a huge number of arranged marraiges and a network of related people getting married to people they never met and who courted in an entirely transactional way, setting that aside, the 20th century had a lot of people who moved around and got travelling and connected and hitched and made families with people based on introductions by letter and an ongoing relationship through letter-writing. In fact, there are quite a few boomers who only exist because of those relationships, so they could grow up and point to people doing the same things on their computers forty years later, and call that weird and inappropriate and unnatural.

This is a thread that runs through culture. There’s a position in the work of one Johan Huizinga, in Homo Ludens that games are fundamental to culture, that if you can’t play, you can’t make what we recognise as a culture. And play is… complicated. Flirting, for example, flirting is play, right? You’re trying to communicate an idea without saying the idea, you’re trying to discover a boundary without crossing over it, and when you discover a boundary, that boundary can then be renegotiated on the spot. It is, a type of play. And relationships don’t exist to be entirely purpose driven. They are serious, but they have that same play element; this is nice, do we want to do more of it? Do we want to change this? Do we want to commit to more of it?

These are the things I think about when I see someone complaining about something new that young people are do, because so often, the thing they’re doing isn’t very new at all, and is just the latest permutation of a very familiar human thing that is new to you.

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[dreamerstreamer]

Hi!!! Can I request a dreamteam x reader where they see her as a little sister (I’m a whore for cute platonic fics what can I say) and she either gets sick or injured when they are all together somewhere(vidcon, dream + sapnaps place in florida, whatever you want). And it’s just full of protective big brother figures and fluff? Thank you sm!! Also, you can do it as a drabble, head canon, or imagine, whatever sparks inspiration or you are in the mood to write. Thank you again!!

the moment you meet the dream team

they almost immediately adopt you as one of their own

“we’re keeping her,” sapnap says the moment you disconnect from the call, his gaze firm

while george nods, clay’s lips quirk up into a fond grin. “for sure—she reminds me of my sister.”

just like that, an instant friendship is formed between the four of you

clay’s mischief kicks into overdrive when he’s around you, and he just loves to tease you

if only to watch you splutter and bury your face in your hands

“aw,” he croons between wheezes, “are you embarrassed, [y/n]?”

you whine into your headset, and he only laughs in response—you really are too cute

while he likes teasing you, he loves to dote on you more

always shipping presents off to your house with handwritten notes

together, the two of you just love to play pranks on george every chance you get

george will grumble and groan, cursing at dream while you giggle at his red cheeks, hot with embarrassment

but he’ll never get mad at you

the instant you pout at him with those puppy dog eyes, he just melts

“just—” he sighs, ruffling a hand through his hair. “—just don’t do it again, okay?”

you smile, but you never quite promise him

it’s not like he’ll yell at you, anyways

sapnap, on the other hand, loves to mess with you

if he isn’t annoying you on minecraft, he’s poking fun at you every waking second of the day

“hey, hey [y/n], hey, listen, pay attention, [y/n], hey—”

“what do you want?” you snap, frowning at him with puffed cheeks

he shoots you a cheeky grin in return, a devilish gleam flashing across his gaze. “you’re smelly.”

really, it’s like you’ve gotten three new brothers

and in a way, you have

when the four of you all finally meet for the first time

it’s an absolute mess

you oversleep and miss your flight, waking up to a barrage of missed calls from the three of them

soon enough though, you're stumbling into one airport and running out of the next

the three of them stand at the gate waiting for you, a big cardboard sign with your name scrawled across the front in messy, chunky letters

it makes you laugh, and you throw yourself into their arms, your heart swelling in your chest

the drive to the house you all rented is full of bickering and chatter, but when you ask what you guys are going to do tomorrow, the car falls silent

clay grins, his emerald eyes gleaming like stars in the rear view mirror.

“oh, just you wait and see, princess.”

the next day, you’ve got your face pressed up the car window, your lips parted in awe

of course you guys would go to disney world

not that you’re complaining or anything—especially not when clay’s the one paying

you convince them all to buy the iconic mickey mouse ears and wear them with you

and no matter how much he complains about how dumb they look, you don’t miss the way george smiles at the reflection of his ears when you pass a window

you guys are dead-set on doing the four parks challenge, pointing out every ride on the map as you travel from spot to spot

at one point, you all stop for a bathroom break, and you find yourself sitting on a park bench patiently waiting for the boys to come back

you’re flipping through the map when a gust of wind suddenly breezes past you, pushing the map out of your hands and into the open air

in a flash, you’re stumbling up from the bench and rushing through the crowd, chasing after the map

you weave in and out of waves of people, your eyes glued to the soaring page with your arm outstretched

your fingers are about to grab onto the fluttering paper when someone bumps into you from behind, sending you careening to the side

your weight comes crashing down on your ankle as you land on the ground with a thud, pain shooting through your leg and up your insides

tears spring to your eyes as you bite back a muffled whimper, rubbing at your ankle

it must be sprained, you think distantly to yourself

you look up, the crowd surrounding you almost overbearingly as you wince, pain wracking your body

where am i? where’s clay? and george, and sapnap?

you shift your foot, another pang of pain surging through you, and your watery vision blurs even more

you’re about to burst into tears when a hand grips onto your shoulder, familiar and warm

you whip around, sapnap’s concerned gaze scanning your face

behind him stand clay and george

clay’s hands are balled into tight fists at his side, fury rippling across his features

next to him, george’s usually unimpressed expression has shifted to one of pure panic, his eyes wide

“what happened to you?” he asks, his eyes dropping down to your throbbing ankle

at your side, sapnap’s hand squeezes your shoulder ever so gently. “did you sprain your ankle? how badly does it hurt? ar—”

clay cuts him off with a low voice, stormy and full of rage

“who did this?”

your eyes shoot wide open, and you shake your head at him. “it’s no biggie. i was just being dumb, then someone bumped into me.”

when clay’s eyes flash darkly, more words rush out of your mouth. “they didn’t mean to! it was an accident, i promise.”

you reach a hand up toward him, tugging at the hem of his shirt with a pleading look. “please don’t be mad.”

there’s a beat of silence, then clay sighs, shaking his head with a whisper of a smile.

“well, i guess we lost the four parks challenge then, huh?”

you offer a bashful smile as george laughs, rolling his eyes at clay. “that’s the least of our worries right now, dream. let’s just get [y/n] home safe and sound.”

sapnap gets to his feet, crouching in front of you with an easygoing smile, gesturing to his back. “hop on.”

with george’s help, you climb onto sapnap’s back, pressing your check against his shoulder with an apologetic frown, regret tugging at your lips

“sorry this trip didn’t go like we planned.”

the fingers wrapped around your left thigh tap gently against you, reassuring and firm

“don’t be so hard on yourself,” sapnap says gently

your eyelids flutter shut, and while you can’t see his face, you can hear the smile in his voice

“we’re just happy to have you here.”

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[witcher-and-his-bard]

Winter Prompts Day 17: Together Apart 🌲

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s): none Rating: general

Fic Summary: Geralt regrets not asking Jaskier to accompany him to Kaer Morhen, he finds letters Jaskier wrote him to keep him company.

🌲 Doing this thing  🌲

Geralt has spent years alone on the Path and years alone during winters he couldn't bring himself to return to Kaer Morhen after Blaviken, but he's never felt quite so alone as he does this year. This year is the first since he and Jaskier reunited after the dragon hunt and Geralt's regretting not asking Jaskier to join him at the keep this year. He should have, it would have been another step toward proper reconciliation, but Geralt had been too afraid that Jaskier would say no, that it would be too soon for him. And Geralt doesn't want to push anything. He knows he fucked up, that he hurt Jaskier with what he said - awful words that he never even meant. 

Geralt slumps back against his bed and sighs. It's his first night home and he can't sleep. It must be well past midnight and he's still wide awake, still full of regret and thinking about Jaskier. When he'd arrived, Eskel was surprised to find him alone; Eskel is the only one Geralt has told about Jaskier, though not even he knows about their fight and subsequent reunion. He'd been expecting to meet Jaskier this year, but Geralt hadn't been brave enough to ask. 

He knows he's been sulking and he knows his brothers and Vesemir and all their guests have noticed, but thankfully have been gracious enough not to mention it. Because Geralt doesn't want to explain how badly he thinks he's fucked up. Lambert has been taunting him for years about Jaskier and every year Vesemir peeks over Geralt's shoulder to see if he's brought him. And Geralt wants to, obviously, he does, but he doesn't know how to ask. 

So he's here feeling absolutely miserable and wishing he was anywhere else as long as Jaskier was there with him. Tonight, he's hiding up in his room wishing he could hear Jaskier's voice again, smell the scent of bath oils on his skin. Abruptly, Geralt remembers the shirt at the bottom of his pack. Jaskier was the last one to wear it after his own was left at his most recent lover's house in their rush to escape his angry partner. 

Geralt would never admit to anyone how quickly he gets up off the bed and grabs his pack from its spot on the floor. He digs through it until he finds something at the bottom, but it's not his shirt. There's a folded piece of paper he knows doesn't belong to him, it's too smooth and folded much neater than anything he would have. And when he pulls it out, he recognizes Jaskier's script on the front, just one simple word: Geralt. 

Geralt unfolds it and scans the paper quickly. It's… a letter. Geralt holds his breath as he reads it through thoroughly. 

Dear Geralt,

I hope you are at least on your way before you find this because I should truly perish if you found it too soon and confronted me. I know things aren't back to normal just yet, but I wish I'd been brave enough to tell you before you left that I love you. I know it's terrible to tell you in a letter, but when spring comes, if you still want to see me, you can hear it in person. For now, I've written you letters to keep you company over the winter. Think of me until we meet again, my darling. 

Yours, Jaskier.

Geralt looks down at the letter in stunned surprise, running his finger over I love you. A smile crosses his face despite himself and he hums softly, folding the paper once more and holding it firmly in his hand. His heart is still beating a little quicker than normal and he doesn't miss Jaskier any less - if anything, he misses him more - but he feels better, feels connected to him, even if they are so far apart. And when he looks in the bottom of his bag, he spots the other promised letters and takes count of them so he can space them out over the rest of the winter. 

His chest swells with emotion as he thinks about the time Jaskier must have spent writing these letters, tucked away in their room at an inn or sitting up late by the fire. Geralt shuts his eyes and pictures him, tongue poking between his lips and hair flopping into his eyes and he smiles. 

"I love you, too," he whispers quietly into the dark. 

#winterprompts2k21 #the witcher #rex writes #geraskier

[biggest-stupidhead]

Hello! I usually don’t request much so I hope Im doing this right. I absolutely loved the fic where the reader accidentally breaks Levi’s nose and saw that you would be willing to write a 3rd part! So if someone hasn’t already asked, may I request a part where Levi and the reader slowly fall in love. ( Maybe a little flirting along the way from the reader 😗) Eventually one of them confesses and Levi is all flustered and shy ( I heard that he stutters around his crush but I don’t know if that’s confirmed! I just thought that it was adorable🥺)

I found your blog recently and loved your writing so I couldn’t resist requesting! Sorry if this seems a little vague. Feel free to do whatever! Thank you~

yesssss!!! thank u so much for the support anon 🥺 and this was a perfect request thank u for sending it in! 

Summary: Late night paper work and early afternoon naps. 

Word Count: 3.4K (I got a little carried away 🤭)

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In the four years that you had been in the survey corps, this was by far the busiest. You had been working under Sis, until recently when Hange began the tedious process of transferring you onto her squad. Just when she was about finished, the whole Trost situation arose, putting your transfer on pause. And by the end of it, after Eren’s trial you had just kind of...settled into a vague routine of working with Levi and Hange squads. Bouncing between the two of them. But now as you sat in front of Erwin’s desk, Levi leaning casually against the desk, looking over Erwin’s shoulder as he signed off on some last minute details. 

“Alright then... that settles it (Y/n)! Levi is under your care now!” He teased, earning a sharp jab in the ribs from Levi. 

“I do hope that you are a night owl as well.” Erwin continued to relentlessly tease him, and your hand flew to your mouth to cover the smile and little giggle threatening to spill out. 

“I think that we’ll manage just fine Commander.” You said, smirking at Levi who was glaring at the back of Erwin’s blonde head. 

“Oh I know you will (Y/n).” Erwin picked up his stack of papers and tapped them against his desk before passing them over to you. You smiled up at him and stretched a hand across to shake, his warm hand closed over your own. 

“Thank you sir.” You glanced at Levi who was now practically pouting as he stood impatiently by the door. 

“Better get going, Levi isn’t the most patient.” Erwin whispered to you with a sly smirk and a wink. You let that laugh loose now as you stood from your chair and held the papers to your chest. 

“I’ll see you around Commander.” You said with a little wave as you joined Levi at the door. He opened the door and basically stormed out into the corridor. 

“Anxious to get to work Captain?” You teased as you matched his steps, which were brisk and surprisingly long despite his size. 

“Don’t get cocky, I’m still your superior.” Levi reminded you, since this was a new unfamiliar side of you that he was unfamiliar with, he had no clue how to handle you. Maybe he could find a way to ask Hange about this foreign side of you without drawing too much attention to himself? No that was nearly impossible, damn four eyes was too keen on the little details. 

“No need to worry Captain, I know how the chain of command works around here.” You said as you paused in front of his office, waiting for him to use his key and let you in. He just rolled his eyes, not sure if he was more interested in having this version around or more annoyed. He shook these thoughts off, it was far too late for him to double back on his request for you to become his assistant now. You settled into the chair across from him and began to flip through the paper work that Erwin had just given to you. Levi returned to writing the condolence letters that he had been working on before Erwin had called for the two of you. It was late afternoon, nearly dinner time. Levi usually only got a small portion of food and brought it back to his office to eat. He hadn’t expected you to do the same. But when he dismissed you for dinner you instead offered to bring his meal to him. A bit bashfully, he accepted your offer, and was even more surprised when you came in with two portions and a tray of tea. 

You seemed unbothered with not sitting with your peers, Levi almost tricked himself into believing that you were choosing to spend time with him over the others. But he quickly dismissed those thoughts, knowing that it was most likely the paperwork that was keeping you here. He continued to sneak glances at you through out the evening, waiting for you to ask if you could be dismissed. But you remained silent and focused on the paper work before you. Levi realized that the two of you managed to finish work that usually took him all night to finish, well before midnight. He was unsure of what to do with this free time as he watched you stand and stretch. 

“Same thing tomorrow Captain?” You said with a sleepy smile on your face. Levi’s eyes narrowed and he nodded, waving you off. 

“See you first thing in the morning then.” You said over your shoulder as you left the office, closing his door softly behind you. Levi blinked dumbly after you, he felt so very...confused. He had never felt this flutter in his chest before, or the tightness in his stomach at seeing you leave. Levi stayed awake late into the night, mulling over the way that he had felt when he watched you leave, the excitement that had sparked inside of him at your promise to see him in the morning. 

He even caught himself wondering what it would be like to have you with him all night. Not necessarily in a sexual way, but in a way in which he could see you right before he fell asleep, and again when he first opened his eyes. The thought brought those butterflies back into this stomach, fluttering around in the most annoying way. 

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The next few days continued in a similar pattern, you kept that same sass, often surprising him with your own crass jokes that rivaled his. It was a particularly sunny Sunday afternoon, the only day that soldiers had off out of the week. He had offered the day off for you but you had refused, and now you were looking like you regretted that decision. Your head was held precariously on the palm of your hand while your other hand flew across the paper as you wrote. Your eyes were closing every now and then, and Levi would pause when they did. Waiting to see if you had finally succumbed to sleep that had been chasing you all day seemingly. 

“What?” You mumbled, eyes still closed, pen hanging limply from your fingers. 

“Hm?” Levi hummed, eyes snapping back down onto his paper in a desperate attempt at looking innocent. 

“Do I have ink on my face or something?” You asked as you set the pen down and rubbed your hands down the sides of your face. 

“No... but you’re no help to me if you keep nodding off. Go take a nap and come back when you’re rested.” Levi said, waving you off, despite how badly he wanted you to stay. 

“Mkay.” You sighed as you opened your eyes just a crack as you stood and grabbed your jacket off of the chair. Levi paused his work to watch you leave, but he was surprised when you only crossed the room and fell limply onto his love seat. He scoffed as you placed the jacket over your face and curled up into a fetal position. Levi tried in vain to refocus, but the sight of you napping made him surprisingly tired as well. He placed his pen down with a loud sigh and leaned back, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the warm sunlight streaming in from his window. 

“Captain, come sit with me.” Your voice was gravely from sleep as you sat up and smiled at him. His heart did a backflip and then ran a mile around his chest at the sight of you in the sun, eyes half open as you looked at him a tad pleadingly. 

“Move over.” He simply replied as he stood from the desk and crossed the room. He leaned down and moved your feet, sitting down where they once were. He sighed contently as he rested his arm over the back of the couch and stretched his legs out underneath the coffee table. He jumped when your feet fell onto his lap, his other hand reached instinctively to swat them off and you whimpered when he did so. 

“Chill out Levi, it’s off the clock.” You mumbled as you sat up and shot him a playful smirk. 

“Go back to sleep idiot.” He said, reaching up and shoving your head back down onto the sofa. You let out a strangled laugh at his actions and he felt his heart do another little flip at the sound. You sat up, hair mussed and eyes still foggy with sleep. 

“Careful Levi, you wouldn’t want to get into another fight with me. We both remember how our last one turned out.” You teased, leaning forward and tapping the tip of his nose with your pointer finger. He scoffed in disbelief as you sat up and leaned back into the couch. He became hyper aware of how close you were now, your hand so close to his thigh that he could feel your pinky brushing the fabric of his pants. 

“You got lucky. Next time I won’t underestimate you.” He said with another dramatic roll of his eyes. 

“Ah so you admit that you would like a rematch?” You asked shuffling closer so your thigh pressed against his. He whipped his head to look away from you and hide his blush. 

“E-Eventually.” He tried to cover his mild stutter by clearing his throat, if you had noticed, you didn’t comment on his flustered state. 

“Just name the time and place, and I’ll be there.” You chuckled scooting away from him much to his disappointment. 

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After that afternoon Levi found himself almost desperately seeking your presence. Admittedly, he was hogging you, denying Hange from “borrowing” you for experiments, making up embarrassing excuses for you to stay later into the evenings. If you minded, you didn’t say anything. One particular evening Levi found that he had run out of excuses to keep you, and was about to dismiss you when you surprised him. 

“Are you tired?” You asked, rather out of pocket as you leaned back on your heels from scrubbing his floor. 

“Not one bit.” Levi said honestly, he knew that you were aware of his bad sleeping habits. 

“Good, come with me.” You said, dropping the dirty rag in your hands back into the bucket. Levi was eager to follow you out of his office, which smelled of cleaning chemicals and lemons, as always. You led him through the empty corridors and out into the courtyard. You turned and started walking backwards so you could face him as you spoke. 

“Up for a midnight ride?” You asked cheekily, Levi’s brow furrowed but he found the extra alone time with you all too enticing to pass up. 

“I suppose...” He was abruptly cut off by your hand closing around his wrist, you dragged him the rest of the way to the stables. Levi went to get his tack, but you simply grabbed the reigns for your horse, you led the palomino out of her stall, Levi looked at you skeptically as he held his saddle and the blanket. 

“No time for any of that, if we don’t hurry, we’ll miss it.” You said with a charming smile on your lips. Levi found himself foregoing the saddle like you had and just taking his reigns for his black mare. Once the two of you were ready you both spurred your horses into a light trot. Levi shifted uncomfortably, he had never ridden bareback, yet you looked more than natural in the uncomfortable position. You led the way, heading off into the woods behind HQ, the trail was narrow and a tad tedious, but it was a rather short ride. You stopped along the tree line, a wide field sprawling before you. The tall grass was glowing with fireflies, swaying in the summer breeze. A small creek was between the forest and the rest of the field. 

“Shall we cross?” You asked, turning to him to gauge his reaction. He shrugged and shifted once more on his mare’s back. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You giggled as you kicked your horse to move forward. Your own mare waded fearlessly into the water, crossing the stream in a few steps. Levi’s own mare was undaunted by the creek, Levi was another story, he pulled his feet up in an attempt to keep them dry as his mare splashed through the water. Once on the other side you dropped off of your horse and tied it to a nearby log. Levi followed your lead and tied up his horse as well. Once that was finished you beckoned for him to follow you once more. You led him through the tall grass, to a small clearing where the grass had been pressed down, clearly someone or something had been laying there. 

“I come out here to think.” You explained as you fell onto your butt and patted the space beside you. The crickets and tree frogs sang in the background and Levi furrowed his brow but eventually sank down to sit next to you. Pleased with this, you laid the rest of the way back and looked up at the night sky. 

“Seems a bit loud to be a thinking place.” Levi quipped as he leaned back on his hands and stretched his legs out. 

“Hm maybe. Truthfully I don’t get much thinking done when I’m here. I just....sit.” You shrugged, eyes distant as you looked up at the stars. 

“I see.” Levi wasn’t sure how to respond, but his head buzzed with thoughts, when did you come out here? Was it because he was overworking you? Why did you bring him out here? You rolled onto your side and reached out, gripping his wrist lightly, bringing his attention off of the sky and on to you. 

“Hm?” He hummed wordlessly as he looked down at you with a raised brow. 

“Lay with me?” You smiled a bit sheepishly and Levi felt his cheeks flare up at the sight of you bathed in moonlight, eyes wide and pleading, your mouth curled up into a knowing smile. He huffed, feigning frustration as he slumped the rest of the way into the grass and crossed his arms behind his head. He laid perfectly still, waiting to see what you would do next, he heard the sound of you shuffling closer, so that your head rested just below his arm, your side pressed against his own. It was clumsy and painfully awkward for a moment, as you waited for Levi to shuffle away or welcome you into his embrace. But he remained deathly still, and you knew that you would have to be the one to initiate the affection, not really a surprising discovery. You inhaled deeply as you steeled your nerves before you scooted up and rested your head on Levi’s bicep. You heard him suck in a deep breath as well. But he extended his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders after a tense moment. The frogs seemed to grow louder as you looked up at him, his head was craned down to look at you. His cheeks were flushed an adorable pink color, his brows furrowed still, his mouth was in a flat line as he looked down at you. 

“What’s with the face?” you whispered, reaching a free hand up to gently tap his bruised nose. 

“What face?” Levi grumbled, grabbing your wrist and holding it tightly in his grasp. You chuckled and opened your hand to rest it on his cheek, thumb grazing the soft skin on his face. 

“That one.” You giggled as you shuffled impossibly closer and leaned up so that your breaths mingled. Levi lifted his chin a bit, he had never kissed someone before, something that he was very self conscious about. But you seemed to take this in stride as you propped yourself up on your elbow, his arm that you had been laying on quickly wrapped around your waist as you leaned over him. The stars disappeared behind your face as you smiled down at him, hair curtaining over him as you leaned in once more. This time he remained still, the warmth of your breath on his lips once more, His eyes abandoned yours in favor of looking at your lips, which were opened slightly as you tilted your head to the side. A soft chuckle escaped you as you hovered over his mouth with yours. 

“I hope...that I’m not crossing any boundaries.” You were so close to him now that when you spoke, your lips grazed his. Levi had never wanted to kiss someone as badly as he wanted to kiss you in this moment. 

“Shut up and-” 

“And what captain? Kiss you?” You teased, and he blushed impossibly harder, you could tell he was flustered based off of the way his cheek burned under your open palm. 

“Yes...” He mumbled after a moment of silence. You let out another airy laugh before leaning down and planting your lips on his. You gently took his bottom lip between your own and he timidly returned the kiss. You sighed at the feeling of his returned affections and Levi was sure that his heart was going to explode as you relaxed into him once more. After a moment you pulled away and smiled dazzlingly at him, the moonlight did wonders for your complexion, casting you in an ethereal glow. He knew now that he needed to see you in the first rays of light to confirm his theory: That no matter what time of day, you always looked impossibly beautiful. 

“What are you thinking about?” You quizzed, leaning down and pecking a kiss to his lips before he could answer. 

“I’m thinking-” another kiss, this time to the corner of his mouth. 

“that it’s-” this time you placed a kiss just below his earlobe. 

“C-Can you stop?” He stuttered as he turned and avoided you planting another kiss behind his ear. 

“Mmm fine.” You pouted, but buried your face into his neck, waiting for him to finish his sentence from earlier. 

“I said: I’m thinking that it’s almost daybreak.” He finished, pointing up at the sky, which was turning pink along the eastern side of the field. You groaned and nuzzled further into his neck. 

“Then let’s ride back and go to sleep. It’s Sunday after all, we can sleep in.” you mumbled, placing an open mouthed kiss to his collar bone. His hand fell back onto your back, he could feel your muscles flex as you rolled the rest of the way on top of him, resting your full weight on his stomach. 

“You’ll need to get off of me for that to happen.” He huffed as his other hand left your wrist to push you playfully off of his stomach. You moaned pitifully as you fell back onto the damp grass. 

“So tragic.” You said as Levi stood and brushed the grass off of his plain clothes. You finally got to your feet and did the same, eager to ride back and go to bed. 

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The two of you made it back before sunrise, the sky turning pinker by the minute. After you had put your horses away you both hurried back up to his office, where his private quarters was attached. Levi kicked his boots off and you did as well, not wanting to dirty his floor that you both spent so much time cleaning. He lifted the covers for you and you dove beneath them, Levi laid down next to you and you cuddled up close, looking up with those soft eyes of yours. His nose was still purple and had a small bandage covering his cut. You leaned up and planted a gentle kiss to the tip of it before pulling away. 

“Next time I won’t go easy on you.” You teased breath fanning over his lips once more. Levi huffed and angled his head impatiently seeking your mouth. You chuckled and met him halfway, closing your mouth over his with another satisfied sigh. 

In the end, Levi got what he wanted. You fell asleep in his bed, bathed in the morning light, curled into his side as he felt sleep overcoming him. This was the first time that you stayed with him the entirety of the night, and Levi was determined to never spend a night alone again. 

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PLEASE. I’M SO VERY SOFT FOR LEVI RN. 

I already read the manga and I can’t bring myself to watch the last two episodes, I’m not mentally stable enough for that right now. So this is how I cope. 💁‍♀️

#levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi reader insert #snk levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction #soft levi #so fluffy #this was so sweet it gave me a cavity #levi fluff #aot #aot fanfiction #aot fandom #reader instert #fanfic #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you

[solarwonux]

6. “Feel free to admire me.”

19.  “Give me a kiss please.”

non!idol taehyung x f!reader

warnings:  angst if you squint, slight mentions of going crazy, a teeny tiny bit suggestive, minimal editing, 

note: helloooo, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy this one, and if it’s bad I apologize from the bottom of my heart, it’s my first time writing anything but academic papers in like 3 months. And it’s my first time writing for bts, so i’m dusting off the cobwebs. Either way thank you for reading it means the world to me.xx

masterlist || drabble game 

You were acting strange

Taehyung noted as he watched you scramble around the apartment, running a frustrated hand through your hair, mumbling underneath your breath as you tore the apartment apart looking for your glasses.

You had been doing that a lot. Living up in the clouds, distracted. Your mind racing to the point you would forget what you were saying mid-sentence or misplacing things you had just been using in obvious places. He knew something was bothering you, keeping you from grounding yourself back down to Earth, and he so badly wanted to know. But after almost being together for almost a decade he knew that asking you what was happening would only frustrate you and keep you from coming back down to Earth. To him.

So he sat back, a small smiling forming against his face. He cradled his almost empty wine glass between his index and middle fingers, the setting sun reflecting off your glasses on the coffee table. The same place you had left them earlier before walking to the bathroom to wash your face. He could tell you, to stop your endless pacing and ease your mind a little. But he was oddly amused as you made your way around the living room, retracing your steps, endlessly.

The movie the two of you had been watching, paused. The wine bottle you had refused to share with him was reaching its wilts end as he kept refilling it every time you sat down next to him silently looking around for a few minutes and then getting up again to make your way around the living for the umpteenth time.

“I’m going crazy Tae.” You blew out a raspberry, blowing away the few strands of hair that had escaped your ponytail. “How can my glasses just disappear, I was literally just wearing them.” You threw your hands up in the air as you made your way into the kitchen. Lifting up the stacks of manila folders you had brought home from work to peacefully look over throughout the long weekend.

“Have you checked the bathroom?” He said, hiding his smirk behind his glass of wine taking the last sip. You scoffed, throwing your arms up in the air before walking down the hallway to the bathroom.

Taehyung shook his head reaching for the wine bottle on the coffee table. “Your eyesight isn’t even that bad, you don’t need your glasses to watch the movie.” He said emptying the rest of the wine into his glass and sat back on the couch, tilting his head to the side as you stomped your way back into the living room.

You gave him a pointed look before rounding the corner of the couch and sitting down next to him again. “Babe, I’m sorry.” You exclaimed dramatically, hiding your face into the side of his body, making him laugh softly. “I’m going insane and now you’re stuck with me till death do us apart.” You whined, huffing out a loud sigh. His soft boyish laugh ringing in your ears. The slight irritation you had gained during your impossible quest, bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

“Sounds like a dream.” The sarcasm burning brightly in his vocal chord and you could almost feel him rolling his eyes. “Now, give me a kiss please.” He placed his fingers underneath your chin lifting your face up gently as he puckered his lips drastically.

Annoyed you pushed his face away, crossing your arms in front of you and pouting your lips. Mock hurt evident in his features. “You don’t deserve one all you did was watch me as I slowly lost my mind.”

“I can’t admire my beautiful wife now?”

“I mean...feel free to admire me, but not when I’m one step away from being admitted into a psych ward.” You leaned over, taking his wine glass out of his hand, bringing it up to your lips. A drink is what you needed. A small sip to calm down your racing thoughts, before you got up to look for your glasses again.

You threw your head back, waiting for the red liquid to reach your lips, savoring the taste before it even reached your mouth or your taste. And when it did, when it coated your lips enough for a drop to enter your mouth, your eyes grew wide in panic, remembering why you had been refused to drink with Taehyung tonight and why you had been so up in your head lately.

Taehyung watched as the scene unfolds in front of him. Instantly he had felt your rush of panic and his worries got the best of him. Acting on his fight or flight instincts he immediately took the glass from your hand, setting it down on the coffee table next to your forgotten glasses. “What’s wrong? I didn’t want to ask, but now you’re worrying me.” He placed his hands on your shoulders shaking you slightly, bringing you back to him.

Your eyes were glossy and distant as you breathed out a sigh looking into his eyes for a slight second before planting your gaze on the beige throw pillow you had been hugging earlier. It had helped ease your nerves before and now with Taeyhyungs piercing stare, burning holes into the top of your head. It was failing to do what you had wanted it to do. Comfort you.“I don’t know if I’m ready to tell you.” You whispered, playing with the little tassel on one of the four ends. “I mean I want to tell you, but I don’t know why I am so scared.”

“Is it something bad?” He said carefully. He could feel the air getting caught in the back of his throat as he tried to keep himself from thinking of every possible scenario, good or bad, to have you acting the way you were.

You lifted your head, chewing on your bottom lip. “It depends.” You shrugged slightly avoiding his eyes and settling upon the tv screen. The paused movie nowhere to be seen as it was now asking you if you wanted to keep watching.

“Depends on what? You’re scaring me.” The softens of his voice faltering as his grip on your arms got tighter, trying to keep himself from breaking down.

“On your reaction. I thought I would have more time to come to terms with it but I don’t think I can hold it in any longer,” you said in a haste. Your words combining with one another as Taehyung tried to keep up with your fever.

“Just say it...please. I can feel my heart trying to leave my body.”

“Taehyung,” you took a deep breath, digging your nails into the pillow, and turned to face the only man you had ever loved. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered with wide eyes. Maybe you weren’t going crazy but after finding out three weeks ago that you were with child, the thought of telling your husband the news was driving you to the point of no return.

It wasn’t like you and Taehyung didn’t want kids, the two of you had been trying for more than a year with little to no success. But the second you saw the little positive symbol on the pink and white stick, you couldn’t believe it. So you took another and another and another until you had about ten positive pregnancy tests staring back at you, mocking you. All you could do was cry.

Taehyung’s eyes sparkled with tears as he threw the pillow you were holding to the side and hugged you tightly. He buried his face into the crock of your neck leaving behind a trail of loving kissing trying to comfort your shaking form.

His biggest wish had finally come true.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier you big idiot?” He raised his head. His hands trailed up your spine until they reached your head. His thumbs swiping underneath your eyes taking your falling tears with him. “Why were you scared?”

“I just...it finally happened and I couldn’t believe it. I thought that if I said it outloud I would wake up from a dream or something.” You hiccuped.

Taehyung shook his head in disbelief a slight chuckle falling out of his lips as he leaned over and kissed your cheek. “That head of yours is your biggest enemy. No wonder you were in such a dreamlike daze the last two weeks.”

“Are you happy?” You pouted slightly, holding his arms gently, scared he would let you go.

“I’m more than happy, I’m so excited. I could literally run down the street naked, waking up the whole neighborhood, risking a public offense violation, just to let the whole world know that I am finally going to be a dad”

You laughed, throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. “I’m starting to regret ever saying anything, I should’ve just kept it a secret for the next eight months.”

“Hmm, and here I was thinking that I should probably tell you where you left your glasses. Now I think I’m going to keep it a secret for the next eight months.” Teahyung stuck out his tongue at you before settling into the couch and bringing you along with him, making you whine in annoyance.

“I knew you knew where they were.” You grumbled crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I’ll let you decide on the first letter of your childs name if you tell me.” You sang, poking his side gently, making him yelp out in pain.

He turned to you, pouting, rubbing his side in pain, “first letter and their first outfit when we leave the hospital.” He challenged, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

“Kim Taehyung, it looks like you got yourself a solid deal.” You said, encasing your hand in his, giving it a firm shake before pulling you into his side. His arm entrapping you to keep you from moving and placed a loving kiss against your forehead.

“You left them on the coffee table.” He pulled away, presenting your clear framed glasses to you. You let out a sigh of relief, quickly grabbing them, slippin them on and cuddling into his side.

“You could’ve told me earlier, I really thought I was losing my mind for a second  back there.”

“If I didn’t would I have found out about our lovely baby bean?” He grabbed the remote, pressing the ‘continue watching’ button on the t.v. and unpaused the movie.

“I see your point.” You settled further into the side, finally letting yourself enjoy the movie. Earlier you had been ansty, pushing his hands away as they kept  traveling to your lower belly. Though, his intentions were far naughtier then what was playing in your mind. But you were afraid he would finally figure it out.

Five minutes

Five minutes was all it took before Tayhung paused the movie again and sat up in panic. “Oh my god,” He mumbled before turning to face you, eyes wide in horror and shook. “Babe I’m going to be a dad.”

You laughed, squishing his cheeks in between the palm of your hands. “Yeah I know, I thought I made that pretty clear a few minutes ago.” You teased as his eyes raced from your face and down to your midsection.

“I know but I was thinking about how we had sex last night and now I’m scared. Like what if we hurt the baby, what if I hurt the baby.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. You’re fine Tae, just play the movie.” You patted his cheeks lightly before getting up and walking into the kitchen, “do you want popcorn?”

He stood up and quickly made his way to the kitchen, leaning his forearms against the counter, watching as you placed the bag of popcorn into the microwave. “How can you be so calm about this, how do we know the babies okay? We need to call the doctor now and book an appointment.”

“Stop worrying, I’m sure baby is fine, but you can ask the doctor in a week during my first ultrasound.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, now do you want popcorn or not?”

“That’s a stupid question, I always want popcorn.”

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[harrysweasleys]

save me a dance // n.l.

summary: Hi!! Could I please request a Neville x Slytherin! Reader? She has a kind soul and became friends with Hermione (who’s the only person that knows about her crush on Neville), but she kept her distance because she knew about what happened to his parents. She goes to the Yule ball with another Slytherin that eventually ditched her, so she sneaks into the kitchens and hangs out with house elves until Neville comes by (knowing that she always hung out with them when she felt sad) and he confesses ^^

warnings: very brief mention of unwanted sexual advances if you squint, mentions of food

word count: 5k

a/n: my first neville fic!!! i’m so excited for you all to read it, i had so much fun writing it :)

[i do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other platform]

For what felt like the hundredth time, you woke up to the same view; your Yule Ball dress hanging loosely over the four poster bed, the sunlight streaming through the fabric and onto your chunky bed sheets.

The dress was quite stunning, but Godric, did you dread wearing it. You didn’t exactly feel like dancing the night away alongside some Slytherin bloke while you looked around at all the happy couples, wishing ever so desperately that that could have been you. That you could be the one dancing the night away with the person who had captured your heart effortlessly.

Unfortunately, that plan hadn’t exactly fallen into place. Hermione had done her best to help you out in getting him to ask you, but you ended up being put on the spot when a Slytherin boy named Jasper had asked you during Transfigurations. So, you had said yes, but deep down, that regret was starting to multiply by the second.

You let out a groan, tossed your head back against the pillow, and lifted the warm comforter off of your body. The fireplace in the centre of the room was still crackling away, but within the stone walls of the castle, the cold seemed to never fully fade.

So you threw on your house sweater, your scarf, robe, and a pair of trousers, before heading down to start the day. The snow was accumulating rather quickly outside as Christmas drew nearer, rendering you quite glad that you brought your scarf.

“At least you’re prepared,” Hermione mumbled as the two of you made your way to Divinations, “It’s always freezing in Professor Trewlaney’s room! Oh, how I wish I could have brought mine. Rather silly of me.”

You chuckled, keeping your eyes on the long winding staircase as you responded to her, “Not to worry, I’m sure Ron has a sweater you can borrow.”

Though you weren’t facing her, you could practically feel her eye roll as she scoffed, “Very funny. Such a clever idea. You really are filled with those.”

“I’m just saying,” you turned back to face her quickly before pulling down the ladder to the Divination classroom, “I’m sure he’d think you look amazing in it. Isn’t that what guys like? When their girlfriends wear their clothing?”

“I’m not his girlfriend,” she shushed you as you climbed up, “Be quiet!”

You apologized with a laugh as you climbed into the classroom and made your way to your usual seat at the front by the window, Hermione coming over to join you. Harry and Ron were seated not too far away, but that didn’t really matter to you. From across the class, you spotted Neville.

He was accompanied by Seamus — who seemed quite interested in the tablecloth at the moment — but you so wished that you could be the one sitting across from him.

His vest hung loosely against his body and his dark hair was littering his forehead, eyes scrunched shut as he let out a yawn. As he opened them, you noticed they darted in your direction before snapping away.

You felt a frown form on your lips. Why did he look away so fast? Instinctively, you raised a hand to the top of your head to check if there was anything in your hair.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked as she dug through her bag, placing the heavy Divinations book on top of the circular table. The book, with its golden lettering, seemed to twinkle under the pink hues of the morning sky.

You shrugged, “Nothing.”

Her eyes followed to where you had previously been looking, and she let out a sigh, “Relax. You look wonderful. There’s nothing to fix.”

You sulked back into your chair, “Hermione, he asked Ginny to the ball. Don’t try to continue your matchmaking.”

She leaned forward on the table, pushing her thick hair behind her shoulder, “Doesn’t mean you don’t stand a chance. Look, I like Ginny, but maybe they’re going as friends. Like you and Jasper.”

“I think Jasper has more than friendship on his mind,” you muttered under your breath, thinking back to the way his hands lingered on your lower back a little too long after you agreed to be his date.

She gave you a sympathetic glance, opening her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by Trewlaney announcing her presence. The class began shortly after, and you spent the time reading Hermione’s palm and deciphering what your own dreams meant.

According to the textbook, you were going to stumble upon a lot of money as well as possibly fall down a sewer within the next week. Nothing new, really. It was better than Harry’s, who once again, was told he was doomed for death in the coming months.

As the class ended, you stuffed the books and parchment into your backpack and thanked Trelawney for the lesson, following Hermione out of the room. As you made your way to the ladder, you spotted a little red ball on the ground.

You crouched to pick it up, immediately recognizing it as Neville’s remembrall. How oddly convenient that it land right at your feet.

“Oh, thanks,” he muttered as you turned to hand it to him, fingers brushing against his as you placed it in his palm, “This thing likes to try and escape.”

You grinned at him, “You should keep it safe in your dorm.” You tried your best to keep your voice steady as you spoke to him, which was odd, really. Why did you always become so nervous around Neville, who was one of the shyest, kindest people you’d ever met? Crushes were quite strange.

He gave you a small smile and a shrug, “I like to carry it on me. It’s from my nan. I don’t want to leave it behind.”

Your chest felt like it was going to swell at his words, “That’s really sweet. I’m sure she appreciates that you care for it so much.”

As you turned back to face the ladder, Hermione gave you a quick wink and a thumbs up before darting away with Harry and Ron, clearly insinuating that you should walk with Neville. You mentally scolded her before making your way to it, Neville not far behind.

“She does,” he said, fondness clear in his voice, “It’s not like I get anything from my parents, so I cherish anything I get from my family in general.”

Your heart sunk in your chest. Neville had always been very closed off when talking about his family — especially his parents — so the way he mentioned them so casually had you doubting what to say next. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by continuing the topic, nor did you want to brush it off like it was nothing.

“I’m sorry,” you said, facing him once the two of you began going down the spiral staircase, “I can imagine it’s difficult. But your nan clearly cares a lot, and she’s lucky to have you.”

His ears turned slightly pink at your words and you had to fight a grin.

The next few minutes were silent until Neville once again turned to face you. There was something about him that always seemed optimistic, despite the fact that he had just spoken a bit about the difficult situation with his parents. Whether it be the smile on his face or the sparkle in his eye, you couldn’t be sure what it was. But Merlin, did you ever adore it.

“She sent me my suit for the Yule Ball, actually,” he said, a bit of a hop in his step as he said the words, “It doesn’t fit perfectly but I’m sure it’ll last the night.”

You let out a small laugh, “That’s awfully sweet of her. I’m sure you’ll look dashing.”

As you said the words, you regretted them instantly. Well, not so much regretted — you meant every syllable — but more so, you wished you could currently fall into the sewer that Trelawney had predicted you’d stumble into.

Throwing out a compliment like that was quite possibly the last thing you wanted to do. Would he react badly? Would he think you were coming onto him? Would this change things?

Were you overthinking?

The corners of his lips curled up into a shy smile and he gave you a nod and cut you short of your internal rambling, “Are you excited?”

Yeah, definitely overthinking.

You let out a sigh, trying to move past your embarrassment and continue your walk to your next class, dodging a few passing students, “Kind of. I’m excited for the music. Not so much the dancing. I’m not very good at that.”

He chuckled, “I wasn’t either. I taught myself, actually. In my room. The lads loved to make fun of that.”

The image of Neville dancing away in the cramped boys’ dorm brought a smile to your face.

“You’ve already got a step up on me, then,” you faced him, “Get ready to watch me humiliate myself on the dance floor.”

You stepped a little closer to him as a group of Ravenclaw pushed past in a rush, and Neville’s hand reached for your arm to help steady you.

“Sorry,” he muttered, pulling away and avoiding your gaze, “But anyways, I’m sure you’re not as bad as you think. Ginny has never danced either, so you won’t be the only one.”

You tried your best to push past the surge of jealousy that washed over you. You already knew he was going with Ginny — hell, you’d know for a while now — but it did not make it any easier to hear. Especially coming from him.

“I didn’t expect you’d ask her,” you admitted, “but I’m sure you’ll both have a wonderful time. She’ll have a good leader to help her maneuver the moves.”

You gave his shoulder a small nudge, trying to act like you weren’t drowning in your own feelings. The thought of Neville holding Ginny close to his body as they swayed to the romantic music nearly made you sick. You liked Ginny a great deal, she was such a sweet girl with a fierce attitude that you admired, but you really wished Neville had asked you instead.

“We’re just going as friends,” he said, “I was going to ask someone else but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. And I’m pretty sure Ginny was also interested in another person in the first place.”

You tried your best to hold back a sigh of relief. They were going as friends. That didn’t mean it would make it easier to see them together, but maybe you could push past the jealousy you felt about seeing them as a couple.

But then the next thing he said hit you; he wanted to ask someone else. Someone he was interested in romantically? Perhaps he actually did like someone, even if that someone wasn’t Ginny. Who could it be? And why were you so irritated? You didn’t even know them.

“Well,” you said, unsure of how to change the topic, “I’ll be looking out for you two on the dance floor.” You wanted so desperately to no longer speak of the Yule Ball. The thought of the night was now dizzying and had you feeling a little faint, to be completely honest.

It was going to be a long day.

— —

You were honestly quite surprised by the appearance of the Great Hall. Usually filled with long tables, chairs, and candles, it was now glistening like a winter wonderland. There was fake snow falling from the ceiling, but it never touched the ground. The room smelled faintly of pine trees and sweets, and you figured that there had to be at least seven Christmas trees littering the room.

To put it simply, the space was beautiful.

Music played softly from the dance floor ahead, and to your right, there was a small table with a few snacks and drinks. There were also quite a few seats around, already occupied by couples and friends.

“What do you want to do?”

You turned to face Jasper, who was waving over at a group of Slytherins further on the left.

“We can go dance,” you suggested, praying he wasn’t going to drag you over to his housemates. Jasper seemed alright enough, but you weren’t a fan of his obnoxious friends. You could very well go the night without hanging around them, thank you very much.

He shrugged, “Sure.”

He linked his hand in yours and tugged you along behind him, bringing you over to the dance floor. Once you got there, you noticed a few familiar faces.

Hermione and Viktor were not far away, and she gave you an excited grin before pointing at her date, who was obviously making love heart eyes in her direction. You couldn’t blame him, honestly. Further along you spotted Fred and Angelina, dancing away as if they were the only two in the room. It caused you to chuckle.

“So do you want to dance, or…?” Jasper asked, placing one of his hands on your waist.

You shivered under his touch. It wasn’t a good shiver, it was discomfort. You wanted more than anything to be dancing with Neville — who you currently spotted over with Ginny, his hands on her waist and hers on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” you squeaked, awkwardly stepping closer to him before putting your arms around his neck. Your throat began to sting as you watched the two of them glide across the floor, laughing as they spoke to each other. It felt quite juxtaposed to the uncomfortable, weird situation that you found yourself currently in.

You began to sway to the music, trying your best not to dart your eyes to Neville every couple of seconds. Jasper was clearly not enjoying this, but you honestly couldn’t bring yourself to care what he wanted. He wasn’t going to get what he came here for and you weren’t going to be guilted into it either.

You honestly couldn’t be thankful enough as the slow song ended. You quickly pulled your arms away from him and you crossed them over your chest.

“I’m going to go get a drink,” you said, not waiting for his response before taking off to the table by the entrance. You heard him call your name as you pushed your way through students, holding the skirt of your dress in your hands to avoid being stepped on, but you didn’t look back.

There was a clearing near the table and you took a deep breath, dropping your skirt and letting out a sigh. Your shoulders slouched as you walked over and grabbed a small glass, not even sure if you were thirsty. The excuse was simply to get away from Jasper. You were regretting your decision to come here more than ever.

“I recommend the punch.”

You spun on your heel, nearly coming in contact with Neville. He was standing behind you, taking a step back after realizing how close he really was.

“Oh—,” you nodded, “Thanks.”

The punch bowl sat in front of you, glistening red under the shimmering lights. You grabbed the spoon and poured yourself a little bit, enjoying the scent of the fruity drink.

You turned back around, giving Neville a forced smile, “I’m sure it’s delicious.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he fiddled with his waistcoat, “Are you alright? I don’t mean to prod or anything.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, “Yeah, I guess I’m alright, really. Just not having a great time.”

Neville’s eyes scanned the dance floor where he spotted Jasper’s familiar blond head scanning the crowd, “I’m guessing it has something to do with your date.”

His eyes found yours again and you nodded, placing the glass down on the table behind you, “My situation is kind of like yours, I guess. You wanted to ask someone else. Well, I wanted someone else to ask me.”

You could see his shoulders sag before he frowned, “I’m sorry it didn’t work out. I’d say anyone would be lucky to have you as their partner, but something about him tells me he’s not enjoying himself the way he should be, being by your side and all.”

You had to fight a grin at his words. How Neville could be so awkward, yet so effortless in his words, you’d never understand. It was one of the reasons you knew you wouldn’t be getting over your crush anytime soon.

“Thanks,” you gave him a smile, looking down to the ground before meeting his eyes again, “You should go back. I don’t want to keep you from dancing.”

You could see the hesitation in his eyes as he scanned your face, but he gave a slight nod, “If ever you want to get away from him, I’ll be there to help you.”

“Thanks, Neville,” you smiled genuinely, maintaining eye contact. He stood there for a moment, looking into your eyes, and you could practically feel how reluctant he was to walk away.

As cliché and typical as it sounds, it almost felt like you were alone in the room, completely lost in his gaze. His eyes brought you comfort that nothing else could provide, and you only wished you could look into them more often. Like dancing, for example. How easily you’d find yourself lost in his eyes if you were dancing.

“No worries,” he gave you a small smile, scanned your face once more, and took off into the crowd. As you watched his head of dark hair vanish, you let out a deep breath. If life could go your way, he’d have his hand linked with yours as he led you back to the dance floor.

But life wasn’t fair like that, was it?

You completely disregarded the punch behind you, stomach feeling like it was in knots, and made your way back to where you left Jasper. Only, you couldn’t find the familiar mop of blond hair anywhere. He was rather tall, so it wouldn’t be difficult to spot him. And yet, somehow, he was nowhere to be seen.

Until you looked to the entrance door and saw him hand in hand with a ginger Slytherin girl, both of them stumbling over their feet as they made their way out.

“Well, that was fast,” you mumbled, a frown on your face.

You stood alone on the floor, couples swaying to the music around you. It kind of felt like a movie — the kind of movie where the girl gets her heart crushed by a guy, and then is ditched by another guy, and then is left alone in the end. A crappy movie, you thought, but one that seemed to fit really well right now.

The music was practically taunting you, so instead of staying put or going to finish your drink, you once again gathered your dress in your hands, and made your way out of the room.

The hallway felt a lot fresher compared to the Great Hall, but that was understandable. Hundreds of bodies in one room compared to the corridor with an open doorway to the winter air.

Though, that wasn’t where you were going. You decided you’d go down to your usual escape spot, and now that all the teachers were chaperoning the ball, you would make it there with minimal interruption.

You spotted the familiar painting by the kitchen entrance, the bowl of fruits, and raised your hand to tickle the pear. The painting swung open and you crawled through the little stone passage, making sure your dress wasn’t going to get caught, before landing on both feet on the tile floor.

“Oh! Miss Y/N!”

Dobby, donned in a little scarf and hat, waved at you from a tabletop.

“Hey, Dobby,” you grinned, “Sorry to interrupt your quiet evening in here. I didn’t know where else to go.”

He patted the table next to him, “Why did you leave so early? Dobby heard the ball was lasting all night.”

You gave him a little smile, sitting down on the stool in front of him, “Wasn’t as fun as I expected. I’d rather spend my evening here. Where is everyone else?” The stool was rather small for a human being, considering it was most likely made for an elf, but if you leaned forwards against the table and kept your feet plastered to the ground, you managed to balance just fine.

He gave a little smile and looked at you with those big eyes, “They are all tired! We have been putting the ball together for days now! They all went to bed.”

The corner of your lips curved up, “Well, now you have company, Dobby.”

He clapped his hands together and let out a little laugh, “Let me show you what Dobby found today. It was in the Gryffindor common room!”

You nodded, knowing that it was most likely a knitted hat. Hermione had been leaving those scattered around the room for a little while now. Little did she know Dobby was the one collecting them all.

As you watched his little body disappear through a small doorway on the far wall, you took a look around the kitchen. Despite the fact that you were certain they had been working non-stop in here for days on end, it was nearly spotless. Pots and pans shimmered under the candlelight, tabletops were clear, apart from a few fruit bowls and snacks. The counters were clean, as well as the floors.

If this place had windows, or maybe a little more light, you felt it would be quite nice.

You sat there silently for a little while, already beginning to feel the sadness of the evening creep in. It was quite a bummer, really. You didn’t know if you wanted to go back to your own dorm tonight or stay out wandering the halls, mind running through all the scenarios on how tonight could have gone differently, how it could have been better.

The only sound you could hear was a light creak, which you eventually realized was the painting swinging open to let someone in.

Panic began to settle in and you stood off your chair, moving to the other side of the table. You would still be very much visible if you ducked, so there was no point in doing it, but you did it anyways.

The last thing you wanted was for Snape or Moody to catch you where you shouldn’t be.

Except, the person that crawled through and landed sturdily on their feet wasn’t Snape or Moody.

It was Neville.

You popped your head back up, eyes locking with his. He looked a little disheveled in terms of his hair, and his bow tie was slightly off centre, but the smile on his face showed relief.

“Neville?” you asked, already feeling a little less panicked. You only hoped Neville was alone. The last thing you wanted was for a girl to crawl in behind him. He wasn’t that kind of guy, you knew that, but your mind went there anyways.

Thankfully, he was alone. The painting swung closed behind him and he gave you a small smile.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, walking back around to the front of the table, this time deciding not to sit on the stool.

His cheeks turned a little pink but he brushed it off and shrugged, “I saw you rush out of the room. I wanted to see if you were okay. I remember you once told me you come here when you’re upset, so I gave it a shot.”

Your mouth felt like it fell open so you shut it quickly, blinking rapidly, “I’m surprised you remembered. Only you and Hermione know about my little escape spot.”

He gave a small chuckle, stepping a little closer, “Are you alright, though? I saw you leave and I didn’t see your date anywhere.”

You gave a shrug, averting your eyes, “He left. With another girl. I wasn’t interested in him that way, but it still sucks.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and gave a shake of his head, “You’re better off without him,” he stepped a little closer, catching your attention once more, “But I get why you’re upset. Funny story, the same thing happened to me. But not in the same sense. Ginny managed to get a dance with Harry.”

You were close enough to put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

Realization caught up to you and you noticed how stupid this gesture probably was, so you snatched your arm back and held it against you. Neville noticed your quick reaction and you could see his gaze fall down to the ground before meeting yours again.

Just like at the punch table, it felt as if time stood still while you looked into his eyes. You could see he looked like he wanted to say something, his stare darting back and forth between your lips and your eyes, but he didn’t say anything for a good moment.

Until one of his hands reached across and held yours. His skin was warm, and you could feel his pulse against his wrist. His heart was beating fast, and if he could feel your own pulse, he’d say the same about you.

“You look—,” he took a deep breath, “You look beautiful tonight. Well, not just tonight. You look beautiful most of the time. I’m just saying, it’s — never mind.”

Your heart seemed to stutter in your chest, goosebumps rising on your skin at his words. They had caught you so off guard that you couldn’t find a way to respond. No words seemed to find their way into your mind. All you could do was smile. A bright, genuine grin that hurt your cheeks.

“Thanks,” you let out a small laugh, linking your fingers with his, “Also, you look pretty dapper yourself. I told you you would, and I was right.”

He stepped closer, his other hand locking with your free one. It wasn’t an overtly intimate gesture — people held hands all the time — but Merlin, did you ever melt into his touch.

“Do you — Can we have a dance?”

You bit your lip to hold back your smile. How you went from standing alone on the dance floor, starring in the most depressing teen flick you’d ever heard of, to standing alone in the kitchen, your hands locked with Neville’s as the candles flickered around the two of you, you’d never know. But you were so, so grateful. And happier than you can ever remember being.

“I’d love that,” you nodded, stepping closer and resting your head against his shoulder. His hands let go of yours and went to your waist, and it felt so right. So right that you completely forgot about how it felt when Jasper was holding you instead.

Your hands went up to his neck, draping them around him and leaning into his touch. There was no music, but it almost didn’t feel necessary. The two of you began to sway slowly back and forth, the only sound being the click of your shoes as you took your steps. You couldn’t even bring yourself to care about whether Dobby would walk back in any second now.

He rested his head against yours as he led the way. It wasn’t much of a dance, but it was quite possibly the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to you. You wished more than anything that you could freeze this moment and live like this forever.

“A hat! Dobby was left a hat — Oh! Hello!”

Neville pulled away instinctively and grinned awkwardly, taking a second to process what had happened before nodding his head in the direction of the house elf, “Hello, Dobby.”

You fought a grin, turning your head back to face Dobby, who was awkwardly looking between the two of you, a large knitted beanie in his hand.

“Dobby can sense he is intruding,” he muttered, giving a little bow before backing up through the door he left through before, “Good night!”

The moment had sort of been interrupted, but you didn’t move away from Neville’s touch, resting your head against his shoulder once more as your laughter died down. Of course, the curious little elf would walk in at the worst moment.

“I knew that would happen,” you laughed, tightening your grip around him a little more. He chuckled, head falling against yours. You could feel his hair tickling the side of your face, the strands unruly and curly as they brushed against your skin.

The night ended up being way better than you expected.

This one you would never forget.

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[nmikaelsonimagines]

The Way I Loved You, Part Two: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

So this is Part Two! Hope this is okay for you guys, and enjoy x 

Need to catch up? Find the rest of the series just below:

The Way I Loved You

He respects my space And never makes me wait And he calls exactly when he says he will He's close to my mother

Klaus sighed as yet again, he was told that the number he was trying to call had been disconnected. Maybe he should have just given Y/N her space; she clearly didn’t want to talk to him. His last letter hadn’t been answered and that was over a fortnight ago.

It was ironic really. When they were together, he had been useless at answering her calls, at calling her when he said he would. And now she was gone from his life, he was reaching the point of desperation.

Klaus knew that she had moved on in the six months since they had broken up, but it didn’t explain why he couldn’t get hold of her. Okay, admittedly, things had ended badly, but Klaus wanted to patch them up.

He understood that it didn’t mean they would get back together – she was in love with someone else, after all – but he still wanted her in his life. Klaus Mikaelson hadn’t been the perfect boyfriend, and as much as he didn’t really want to settle for anything less than that, he would try and be a better friend.

Even if his letters did tell her that he still loved her. He always would.

Talks business with my father He's charming and endearing And I'm comfortable

Klaus tried the number again. He wasn’t going to let an automated machine tell him that he couldn’t talk to Y/N, that he had lost her forever.

It wasn’t even as if he could contact her family; he had never got on particularly well with her parents, no matter how charming he tried to be. Those charms had only seemed to work on Y/N herself.

Until something had gone terribly wrong and they had broken up.

The phone still ringing in his ear, Klaus reflected on just how badly things had gone. Yes, there had been lots of shouting, lots of screaming, but at the end of it all, Klaus had wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and whisper words of endearment into her ears. He wanted to kiss it all away, and his lips ached as he remembered how it felt to kiss her.

She had made him feel so comfortable, so content with life.

It just didn’t make sense that she’d disappeared. Klaus didn’t entertain the thought that something terrible had happened, wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if it happened when he wasn’t there to protect her.

Six months of trying, of writing, of missing her. Nothing.

Klaus groaned at the voice of the machine at his ear.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain It's 2AM and I'm cursing your name

Klaus resisted throwing the phone into the bustling crowds of New Orleans. He resisted the urge to roar, to lose his temper, frustration coating every rational thought. He hadn’t been this angry since the night he had lost Y/N, that night where she had told him that things were over between them.

He remembered how it had been pouring, the rain thrashing down on both of them, mingling with her tears as she told him how she loved him, but how she couldn’t do this anymore.

He should have promised to change for her then, should have told her that he understood, told her that he would do whatever it took to make her stay with him. Instead he had kissed her and when that hadn’t worked, he had thrown insults her way, told her she was being ridiculous, told her that he would be better off without her anyway.

It was a lie, the biggest he had ever told. It was his biggest regret and as he looked at her name on his phone for what must have been the millionth time in six months, Klaus muttered under his breath. “Where are you, Y/N?”

It was a question that had been haunting him.

You're so in love that you acted insane And that's the way I loved you

Klaus didn’t dare think about Y/N with her new boyfriend, knowing that if he pictured her like that, he would go insane. Well, more insane than he already was.

The idea of her loving someone other than him was heartbreaking. He had been so in love with her, still was, that it had driven him crazy. The day she had come to him and told him that they were over, Y/N had crushed his soul. But he forgave her for that, would take her back in an instant. She was the only one that could fix him again, the only one that could make him whole.

Even if she wasn’t in love with him anymore, she would still be in his life, and that would be good enough for him at this point. Anything would be good enough, as long as he knew that she was okay.

In a thousand years, Klaus had never felt about anyone the way he felt about Y/N. He had never written as many letters as he had, and he still remembered the last one he had sent.

Always and forever yours. There was never a truer statement.

His thumb hovered over the call button. One more attempt, and then that would be it.

Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush

Klaus knew it was pointless, but he needed to keep trying. He needed a miracle, for Y/N to answer the phone instead of that automated machine, that nuisance voice telling him that the number had been disconnected.

He had never been driven to such a point of desperation before, unable to find logic among his feelings of love.

His thumb hovered. What if she did answer? What if, by some miracle, Y/N spoke to Klaus and told him the thing he had been dreading? What if she told him that she never wanted to speak to him again?

He wasn’t sure if it was worse than not hearing from her at all.

Klaus Mikaelson had always been a risk taker – he had shown that during their relationship, taking Y/N on incredible dates, always getting a boost whenever she told him that that was one of the many reasons she loved him.

One last attempt. He would make one last call, and if there wasn’t a letter waiting for him when he got home, he would give up.

He would let her go.

He pressed the button, a pit forming in his stomach, his heart threatening to break all over again.

And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you

I’m sorry, the number you are trying to call is unavailable.

Klaus closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of exasperation as he was met with that damned robotic voice. This was it. This would always be the moment he lost Y/N forever.

He took the phone away from his ear, and put it back in his pocket. He was numb, not quite knowing what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, knew that he wanted to kill every person walking past him on the street, but couldn’t muster the energy.

He felt useless, and it was an effort just to walk. It was an effort to make the journey back home, back to a room that he should have shared with Y/N. He looked through every person that he saw, not seeing them as people, just things in his way.

He had lost the person he loved, and it was worse than death.

And then his eyes landed on something he didn’t quite expect. He thought he was dreaming when he registered the figure standing at the end of the street, looking at him like he was a ghost. The figure’s lips were parted and her eyes were wide as she stared at him. Klaus stared right back at her.

Y/N.

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[rhysgoodwin]

Day 17 - Disappointment @daily-writing-challenge​

Rhys reached a hand up towards the sunny, blue sky to shield his eyes from the bright glare, adjusting his position until one of the sunflowers hovering above did the job for him. This had become his favorite place in all of Azeroth, laying in the dirt among the field of flowers as they created a canopy of green and yellow above him. It was peaceful, no one bothered him aside from a stray animal every now and then, but their company was always welcomed. 

He decided that if he were to ever build a house, he would have his own field of sunflowers instead of having to sneak into one of the neighboring farms. Not that they seemed to mind his presence when they did catch him, the owner’s wife doted on him often and would even let him cut his own bouquet to display in his room.

It was a simple existence he lived, and he had finally grown to enjoy his life - for the most part. For so long he had spent always wishing he had more. Growing up in an orphanage wasn’t easy for anyone, but especially for those children that were never adopted.  It was all he ever knew, and while the matron was a warm, loving woman, he felt as if he had missed out on so much in life. He could recall sitting at the window for hours and watching the rest of the children run about Stormwind in their fancy clothes, with their fancy toys, and with parents that looked at them like they were the most precious things in the world. No one ever looked at him like that.

He had so badly craved that life, it was difficult not to let the constant disappointment get to him: A disappointment to parents looking to adopt, a disappointment at school, but mostly a disappointment to himself. The matron did her best to assure him otherwise, but she was a busy woman and their talks were few and far between.  For as rough as he had it before, things were pretty good now. Not perfect, but good. He had a job he enjoyed, a roof over his head, food to eat, and some spending money. And, of course, this field of giant sunflowers.

“Rhyyyyyys!”

He stood up with a grunt as his name echoed through the fields, looking towards the dividing fence to see the woman he worked for waving something in the air. So much for being left alone. Then it dawned on him what it was in her hand: A letter. He had been expecting a letter for about a week now, although he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to open it. 

Trudging towards the fence, he smiled as he took the mail. “...Thank you, Mrs. Padley.”

“Ohhh honey, you gotta start just callin’ me Eve.” She cupped a hand to his cheek, lingering for maybe a little too long, before giving it an affectionate pat and turning away to leave. “Dinner’s in an hour!”

Rhys retreated back into the safety of the field, sitting cross-legged as he stared at the letter addressed from his secondary school. Back in the orphanage while he was still attending school, he had failed his final exams and never actually graduated. After that, he turned 18 and decided that it wasn’t worth it to keep trying and just dropped out. School had always been difficult for him. He wasn’t a fast learner unless it was hands-on, and his reading comprehension was worse than mediocre. No one really had the time to help him, nor did the orphanage have the funds to get him a proper tutor; it had always been a constant struggle.

Fast forward five or so years later and he thought that maybe now if he studied real hard, he could finally pass those exams and get his secondary school diploma. He had learned some tricks to help with his reading over the years, but the exam had still been difficult and the time felt as if it had zoomed by.

But just maybe….

He ripped open the envelope and pulled out the folded letter, reading the first few words, ‘We regret to inform you…’ He sighed and crumpled it up, shoving it into the depths of his pocket before laying back down in the middle of the sunflowers. Disappointment, yet again. At least he still had sunflowers.

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[worldwidemochiguy]

Sweets (Soft Yandere! Jungkook)

You keep being visited by the most peculiar thief…

➵ in which jungkook steals your lip balm and perfume instead of talking to you, you leave a post-it note with your number on it for the strange thief who only seems to take the most inexplicable items and has a strange sense of responsibility for your wellbeing, and the cute boy in your photography class with the fluffy hair and the oversized sweater keeps getting more and more endearing…

➵ Warnings: Soft Yandere Jungkook, Breaking & Entering but without the Breaking, Reader is a bit of a ditz (lol sorry guys) 

➵ Word Count: 4.2K

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“Hello, uh, I’d like to… report a crime?” 

Your statement, which had always sounded suitably firm and assertive when you practised it in front of the bathroom mirror, ended with an unplanned upturn, making it sound more like a question than you would like. 

“Please state your name and address, ma’am.”

You did so, listening anxiously to the tap of a keyboard as your information was filed away. The undoubtedly over-worked police officer on the other end of the line sounded like he was two seconds from falling asleep, and you questioned yourself for the millionth time over whether you really needed to report this or not.

“What is the nature of the crime you are reporting, ma’am?”

“Um… well…” 

You twisted your hand into the fabric of your shirt self-consciously, trying to decide the best way to explain the strange little occurrences that had been surrounding your apartment over the last few months. You had not yet found a way to put it without sounding ridiculous, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. 

“I, uh, I think someone’s breaking into my apartment and stealing things.”

“You have an intruder?”

“Uh huh,”

“…Are they currently in your residence?”

“No, I think… they come and take things when I’m not here and then they’re gone by the time I get back.” 

“What items have been stolen?”

You bit your lip. 

“I know it sounds silly, but…”

“No crime is too small to report, ma’am. We are committed to making the lives of everyday citizens safer.”

“Well… they’ve stolen my lip balm like… several times. I keep buying new ones and they keep being stolen after a week or so. And my perfume. And my hairbrush one time, and-”

“Ma’am,” The officer cut you off with the impatience you had been both anticipating and dreading ever since you decided to call the police, “Listen, we don’t have the capacity to deal with prank callers-”

“It’s not a prank call!” You blurted, a momentary burst of desperation overtaking you, “I- um, sorry for interrupting, officer, but this isn’t a prank call. Things have been going missing. I can’t afford to keep replacing my lip balm.” 

A sigh crackled across the line, and you pictured the officer maybe taking off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose like those people in movies always seemed to do when they got frustrated. Personally, you had never found that it helped. 

“Are you sure you aren’t just… misplacing them?”

You gasped, offended that even a stranger could think you so stupid. “No! I remember exactly where I leave things and then they just vanish! I swear!”

“Has anything of value ever been taken from your apartment?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, excited to be able to prove the officer wrong, “My bunny plushy! Mr Snuggles is extremely valuable to me!”

“…Monetary value, I meant. Has anything expensive ever been taken from your apartment?” 

There was an embarrassing silence. The officer sighed again, with a little more exasperation colouring his tone. 

“If anything significant is stolen, call us back. For now, just… be a bit more careful with your possessions.” 

He hung up. You pressed your forehead against the wall and wished your strange thief had taken your phone in one of his little visits. Maybe then you would’ve avoided making that agonising call. 

The next morning as you were leaving to go to class, you noticed a pile of discarded post-it notes on your desk — the remnants of a redbull-fuelled late night study session. Your newly purchased lip balm lay next to it. Impulsively, you grabbed a pen and scrawled a message on one of the post-its, sticking it horizontally to the curved surface of the lip balm tube. 

it reads: 

pls don’t take this i just bought it and this brand is actually v expensive and i am only a struggling college student with loans and chapped lips (。•́︿•̀。)

It might have been a little too polite considering it’s intended recipient was someone who had stolen multiple items from your apartment, but you figured there was no point in being rude. They probably wouldn’t even read it anyway. 

You strolled out of your apartment, planning to pick up a smoothie on the way to your lecture, and promptly forgot all about it.

 When you returned home to find a pile of newly bought lip balms on your desk — all embossed with the logo of your favourite brand — you were slightly puzzled. But, once you remembered the note you had left- well, the confusion didn’t exactly vanish, but at least you were given some context. 

The note had disappeared, along with the lip balm you had used a scant few times. But, you didn’t understand what the thief’s aim was. Why on earth would they steal small things like lip balm and perfume? And why would they buy you new copies of the product? Wasn’t that counterproductive?

you’re very bad at your job

Your next note read, stuck to your fridge as you left to grab coffee with your study group. It remained there for a few days, and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart sank a little each time you saw it hadn’t been taken. 

After six days, when it finally vanished, you felt an odd sense of happiness bubble up within you. Yes, there was someone routinely breaking into your apartment, but at least now you had an open channel of communication with them. They had left a brand new bottle of your preferred perfume — which had been stolen at least twice before you stopped bothering to buy it because perfume is pricy — resting on your kitchen counter, beside a box of your favourite chocolates. 

As you dug into the box later, snuggled in a blanket and having a Studio Ghibli film marathon, you didn’t even consider the fact that the sweets might be tampered with. If they wanted to kill me, they would’ve killed me already, you reasoned to yourself, sucking the icing sugar off your fingers. Nor did you question how they knew your favourite chocolate. If they broke into your apartment as much as you assumed they did, they probably knew you better than your own parents by now. 

You were the very definition of a broke college student. As far as you were concerned, if this random stranger wanted to buy you things and sometimes clean up your apartment — you had definitely come back to a home tidier than you had left it more than once — then you certainly weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe it was a little naïve of you, but… you had already called the police, and they hadn’t cared.

thank you for the perfume and chocolate <3

You wrote next morning, hesitating slightly before putting the heart. Before you could convince yourself not to, you scribbled another line underneath. 

i wish you’d write back someday…

As you walked to class, you scolded yourself for the butterflies swooping in your stomach. They’re literally a criminal, you told yourself, Stop getting crushes on anyone who shows you the slightest bit of attention. You don’t even know their name. 

Despite the small amount of common sense that you did have mocking you all day, you sat in classes and daydreamed about your mystery home intruder. Would they read the note? Would they be happy about your appreciation? Would they — you bit your lip — would they write back? 

You felt like a dumb schoolgirl, excited by the prospect of a badly written love note shoved in her locker. And, like a school girl, you trudged back home with your arms weighed down by class work, a billion essays and quizzes that had to be completed overnight. Did your professors not realise you had a life outside of college? Not that you did, of course, but like… in principle. 

You were so preoccupied with the coursework that you didn’t even notice the note stuck to your bedroom door. After an hour of studying, you rose wearily to start fixing yourself something to eat, and your eyes snagged on a flash of yellow. 

You squeaked, almost falling over yourself in your rush to get to the door and read the note. 

i’m glad you liked them. i’m sorry i took your things, that was mean of me. i tried to only take things you wouldn’t miss, but i guess that backfired… i just wanted to feel close to you. and these notes… are the closest i’ve ever been. i know that must sound weird, but… well. i’m a weird guy, i guess. i just liked hearing from you. that’s all. 

~ koo <3

You didn’t stop freaking out for a full five minutes. After that, you poured over every detail of the letter, eager to extricate any fragment of knowledge possible. You ended up with a list which you scribbled down in your diary, above which you pasted the note. 

The list went as follows:

They want to feel close to you

They have not talked to you before, since the notes are the closest they’ve ever been, but they must have seen you in person at least once 

They are a he 

(you adamantly did not get flustered about that)

and

     4. He calls himself Koo

When you left your apartment the next morning, you placed your note on the exact same spot he had left his. An indirect touch. 

hi koo !!!!!!!!

i was so excited to see you had written something!! you know, if you want to talk to me more often, there is an easier way…

Underneath you had scrawled your phone number, hastily and not allowing for regret before you flounced out of the apartment. The reason why you were in such a rush was because you were about to go to your favourite class: Photography 101. 

You had taken it as an extra credit, something that interested you but not enough that you wanted to pursue it as a career. You had expected it to be fun, something artistic to break up the monotony of classes. What you had not expected was the dreamy boy who sat in the first row and had full possession of your heart. 

You didn’t even know his name, but you were pretty sure you were half in love with him. With fluffy brown hair that fell over his forehead whenever he leaned over to scribble down notes, and cute bunny teeth that stuck out in a flustered smile whenever the professor praised his work in class, he was perhaps the cutest boy you had ever seen. 

Though you were sure he had many girls sighing after him, he seemed to be really shy, only ever speaking in class when called on, and even then it was in a quiet, soft voice. He was kind of like you in that respect. But that was where your similarities ended. 

Yes, you thought, sighing as you watched him pay avid attention to the professor’s lecture on the composition of frames, his cute doe eyes wide and twinkling like stars were embedded in the pupils, He is way out of my league. 

It took three days for you to lose hope. You hadn’t received a text, nor had you found any notes left for you. You tried not to be disappointed, even as your traitorous sub-conscience mocked you for being able to scare away the one person who arguably paid you the most attention. 

You didn’t really have many friends, and the ones you did have preferred each other over you, and often left you out of activities because of your shy nature. You guessed this whole thing had just been a way to feel like you actually mattered to someone, like, for once, someone cared about you, but-

You were pulled out of your musings as your phone chimed. 

From: Unknown Number

[6:48 PM]

hi

this is koo

The two of you texted every day, and soon enough you were hiding your phone underneath your desk in order to chat to him, keeping your phone on your person at all times in case koo wanted to talk. Of course, the only class you didn’t do this in was Photography, so you could spend a blissful forty-five minutes staring at the boy who played the role of your husband in all of your favourite daydreams. 

Koo still broke into your house occasionally, and he still left you sweet, considerate gifts. Often, you would receive texts like this:

From: koo ✨

[3:24 PM]

sweets i’ve been checking your groceries and your vegetables are not being eaten as often as they should be 

i know you have a sweet tooth and that’s cute but please try to stay healthy

To: koo ✨

[3:25 PM]

but i can’t cook all i know how to make is microwaveable mac n cheese :///////

You came back home that day to discover a bunch of Tupperwares full of pre-made healthy meals and a note stuck to the top of them. 

try microwaving these :)

To: koo ✨

[3:01 AM]

koo are you awake?

From: koo ✨

[3:01 AM]

i am now

what’s wrong?

To: koo ✨

[3:02 AM]

i can’t sleep :////////

From: koo ✨

[3:02 AM]

sweets you need to go to bed

you have an early morning class

To: koo ✨

[3:02 AM]

i knowwwwww

i just… i can’t sleep without mr snuggles :((

From: koo ✨

[3:03 AM]

Mr Snuggles??

???

To: koo ✨

[3:03 AM]

my cuddly bunny :((((

i think you took him a while ago

could i maybe have him back…?

From: koo ✨

[3:03 AM]

Shit

i didn’t know you couldn’t sleep without him 

[3:04 AM]

sweets im so sorry

To: koo ✨

[3:04 AM]

its okay koo

From: koo ✨

[3:04 AM]

no it isn’t

you’re loosing sleep because of me

fuck

i could… bring him to you?

To: koo ✨

[3:05 AM]

you’d do that?

…i could see you?

From: koo ✨

[3:05 AM]

no i’d leave him outside

you’d have to promise not to come out until i text you saying i’ve left

To: koo ✨

[3:06 AM]

but kooooo :(((((

From: koo ✨

[3:07 AM]

sweets 

To: koo ✨

[3:07 AM]

okay :((((((((((

but i expect you to leave a big box of chocolates on my pillow for me to come home to tomorrow evening!!

From: koo ✨

[3:08 AM]

of course sweets <3

im gonna get going now

don’t look outside your apartment

To: koo ✨

[3:08 AM]

okay

From: koo ✨

[3:34 AM]

im gone and mr snuggles is waiting outside for you

he might have a little gift with him

You trudged outside your apartment, rubbing your eyes blearily, and looked down to see your beloved plushie clutching a single rose in its paws. You gasped, leaning down to pick up the flower gently, and you noticed all the thorns had been taken off. Koo must’ve removed them so that you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself. 

You felt warmth flood you, drowning the butterflies in your stomach and replacing them with something much less fleeting, much less shallow. 

It sunk into your bones, into your heart, into your breath as you sighed, squeezing your long-lost Mr Snuggles close to your face. He carried the familiar scent of nostalgia, but also something different, something sharper. You realised with a jolt that you were smelling Koo’s cologne. 

You went back to bed, nuzzled your face into the plushy’s furry belly, and dreamed of fluffy brown hair and bunny smiles. 

Though with Mr Snuggles’ help you were able to sleep wonderfully, you were only able to do so for four hours before your alarm jolted you back into early reality. Honestly, you were sorely tempted to just ditch class, but it was Photography, and if you missed your regular dose of the cute boy in the front row then you thought you might just crumble into dust. 

You dragged yourself out of bed, pulling on your softest oversized hoodie — a gift from Koo which, now that you thought about it, smelled like the same cologne that Mr Snuggles did. You flushed at the thought of him giving you one of his hoodies to wear, though you couldn’t say exactly why that image charmed you. 

You stumbled into the lecture, arms full of textbooks because you knew you wouldn’t have the energy to return back to your apartment to retrieve the relevant materials for your next class later in the day. Your excellent plan was to crash in the library directly after this, have a two hour power-nap, and then make yourself get up in time for Calculus. 

You barely had the energy to listen to the professor droning on and on about… the perfect lense, or whatever. You allowed yourself the indulgence of tuning out, resting your chin on your palm and gazing dreamily at the boy in the front row. He was taking notes, as per usual. What a good student! You praised him in your head. I bet he has the best handwriting. 

Despite your best efforts, you fell asleep within ten minutes. You were woken as the class concluded by the clamour of students grabbing their materials and the scrape of chairs as your classmates stood up, leaving you behind — the only one half-splayed across the desk in front of you. 

You jerked upright, grabbing your stuff in one hand as you tried to tug on your bag, eventually succeeding with much struggle, only to drop it all again as soon as you stood up. You whimpered, watching helplessly as your textbooks fanned across the floor. You saw one of them split along the spine as it landed on an open page. 

That cost me two hundred dollars, you thought absently, and I just chucked it down like a bouncy ball.  

Suddenly, you glimpsed someone crouching down and gathering them all up into a sturdy pile. As he stood up, your vision was full of fluffy brown hair, errant strands falling into star-filled doe eyes. 

Oh. Oh no. 

“H-Here you are,” He murmured, passing you the pile gently, making sure you were able to take the weight before leaving them in your arms. When he leaned close to you, you breathed in a scent that was oddly familiar, and yet new at the same time. As his hands receded, his skin brushed against yours for a second and you swear your vision blanked out. 

“Thanks,” You whispered, your gaze so firmly focused on the floor that you didn’t notice his flushed cheeks. 

As soon as you got to the library, you whipped out your phone, all tiredness banished from your system by that momentous experience. You had talked to him. 

To: koo ✨

[8:47 AM]

koo i think im in love

From: koo ✨

[8:47 AM]

what

with who

To: koo ✨

[8:47 AM]

this boy in my photography class 

he’s just so- 

[8:48 AM]

i can’t even explain it

i dropped my textbooks and he picked them up for me and i stg i almost cried

From: koo ✨

[8:48 AM]

wait

seriously??

To: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

yeah i cry at like the drop of a hat 

From: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

no-

cute 

but i mean

that’s who you’re in love with?

To: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

yeah?

From: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

gray sweater

[8:50 AM]

big eyes

tall-ish

that’s him???

To: koo ✨

[8:50 AM]

OMG YOU’RE IN MY PHOTOGRAPHY CLASS AREN’T YOU

From: koo ✨

[8:50 AM]

WHAT

NO

IM NOT

To: koo ✨

[8:50 AM]

OMGGGGGGG

YOU SAW HIM HELP ME SO YOU MUST BE IN MY CLASSSS

[8:51]

okay!

are you the frat guy who always comes in hungover???

no judgement

From: koo ✨

[8:51 AM]

NO

To: koo ✨

[8:52 AM]

are you the guy who only ever wears knitwear???

From: koo ✨

[8:52 AM]

NO

To: koo ✨

[8:53 AM]

…are you the professor?

From: koo ✨

[8:53 AM]

NO!!!!!

oh my god lets just meet up or something before i explode

To: koo ✨

[8:53 AM]

WAIT

ARE YOU SERIOUS????

From: koo ✨

[8:54 AM]

…you’re that excited to meet me?

To: koo ✨

[8:54 AM]

OF COURSE I AM

OH MY GODDDD

WHEN?

From: koo ✨

[8:54 AM]

now?

i can meet you at the campus coffee shop in like five minutes?

To: koo ✨

[8:55 AM]

five minutes???

that’s not enough time koo i have to go home and pick out something pretty to wear !!

From: koo ✨

[8:55 AM]

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you’re always beautiful to me

To: koo ✨

[8:56 AM]

you

you think im

b-beautiful 

: ’ ))))))))))

From: koo ✨

[8:57 AM]

…

haha see you there!! 

To: koo ✨

[8:57 AM]

GET BACK HERE WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS-

You sat on an empty table, fiddling with the tea bag tag which hung over the side of your mug. You had bought Green Tea as an effort to calm yourself down so you weren’t too anxious to meet Koo, but it hadn’t worked because you were impatient and sipped it too soon so now you were sat there nursing a burnt tongue like an idiot. 

You knew it was irrational to be self-conscious. He already knew who you were, and seemed to like you, it was just you that was in the dark. You went over the possible people Koo could be, mentally cycling through the boys in your photography class. It was an annoyingly large class, which meant he would be anyone from the guy who smelled like Funyuns to-

Fluffy-haired boy strolled into the coffee shop and you let out an involuntary sigh. He seemed to be cheerful, a smile exposing his bunny teeth and making his cheeks bunch up adorably, with like,  five different sets of dimples poked into them. You had never agreed more with the saying that dimples were caused by an angel’s kiss. 

Well, at least I’ll have something nice to look at while I wait, you thought, just before all your thoughts suddenly tipped out of your head when you realised he was walking towards your table. 

“Is this seat taken?” He grinned, before sliding into the seat across from you. 

You whimpered, and his smile grew devastatingly wider.

“Hi,” He breathed, before his gaze flickered down to your mug of tea, clutched so tightly in your hands that you worried the ceramic might shatter. “You didn’t get hot chocolate? I thought you had a sweet tooth?”

“Uhm-” You choked, before forcing yourself to get a grip. How would Koo feel if he walked in here and saw you sitting with another guy? “I’m actually- I’m waiting for someone. Sorry.”

If it was possible — and it certainly seemed to be — the boy’s grin broadened even more, his eyes crinkling into adorable half-moons.

“Is that so? Is he your boyfriend?”

“No!” You blurted, before flushing profusely. The boy across from you seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the display. “I mean- uhm, I don’t know. Maybe? This is our- this is our first actual meeting.”

“Oh?” The boy tilted his head, “Really? How exciting.”

You hummed in agreement, eyes fixed on your slowly cooling beverage. You raised it to your mouth to take a hesitant sip and- nope,  still too hot. You whined quietly, rubbing your sore tongue against the inside of your cheek to try and soothe it. 

“Oh, sweets,” The boy murmured across from you, and you were too distracted to notice the nickname. He plucked the mug out of your hands and placed it on the other side of the table, as if he was trying to make sure it couldn’t hurt you anymore. “Are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the campus infirmary?”

“Wha- no, it’s okay,” You mumbled, lisping slightly on your burnt tongue and blushing when he cooed over you, “It’s- I’m waiting here for someone, and- I mean, I don’t even know your name-”

“It’s Jungkook,” He interrupted cheekily, deliberately ignoring the rest of your statement, “Some people call me Kookie, and really special people call me… Koo.” 

Oh. Oh.

Fuck.

“Really special people?” You asked, your voice small, and not because of the burn. 

“Well, people…” Jungkook- Koo paraphrased, tilting his head slightly, “I guess it would be more accurate to say… one really special person.”

“Really?” You breathed, and Jungkook leaned over the table, close enough that you could smell his cologne, the same scent embedded in the fabric of your hoodie- his hoodie. 

“The most special person.” He murmured, the fervent emotion packed in each word speaking louder than any increase of volume could.

You had never been anyone’s most special person before, but, as you looked into Jungkook’s chocolate eyes, you started to believe you could almost taste it, sticky sweet on your lips. And when Jungkook eventually, finally coaxed your lips in a gentle kiss, you let him in, and found out that happiness tastes reassuringly honey-sweet. 

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