#can someone kindly try to put in words what the fuck this song does to ur feelings bc i'm gonna lose my mind

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can we talk abt 0x1=lovesong ty and pls, like txt isn't among my ults ults but i love it and it means an odd lot to me even tho idek why

#genuinely i'm on the verge of crying almost every time i hear it #and don't even get me started on listening to it while watching the mv #can someone kindly try to put in words what the fuck this song does to ur feelings bc i'm gonna lose my mind #i mean obv it's a GOOD song #good GOOD yk #but i still can't put my finger on exactly what it is about it that just really HITS bro #and there are some other kpop songs that are the same #but not to THIS extent

[random-writer-person]

I can see you

Marlene McKinnon X Fem Reader Smut

currently under editing and being made into a multi-chapter fic

word count: 1755

warnings: basically just wlw sex

roughly based off the song i can see you by Taylor Swift

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Your walking out of your lesson heading to the great hall for lunch when you see marlene mckinnon most people dont really know her and if they do they only see her as james potters friend, the beater on the gryfindor quidditch team, or the freak who makes jokes about fucking your mom. You have had your eye on her for a while. She intrigues you. You get distracted while staring at her when she passes your arms brush against each other. As it happens you feel sparks running through your arm. Everyone would tell you that what you are feeling is wrong so you spend your time trying not to feel it but you can't help it much. After the incident in the hallway you have been catching marlene looking at you more and more often. She doesnt think that I can see her but you've always been able to see her.

Walking down the halls late at night because you couldn't sleep you see marlene standing down the hall from you. As you are about to walk past her you grab her arm and pull her into a classroom. Away from where filch could find you. Your breathing gets heavy as you push her against the wall.

“Hi” your heart breathing as she looks at you.

“Hi” she blushes and you can see the confusion in her eyes. You couldn't help it anymore you lean down and kiss her. It takes her a few seconds to kiss you back but she does and its magic. After kissing for about a minute you pull away.

“I can see you, I've always seen you” and you kiss her again, getting more and more needy for her touch. You lift her up by her thighs and hold her against the wall. You put her down on a desk and flatten her hair to her head and give her one last peck on the lips. “Good night marlene mckinnon” you smile, turn around and walk out of the class room leaving her inside it.

The next day in potions you and marlene got partnered up to make a potion. While making the potion you tried your best to keep your cool but your hands kept accidentally touching or she would smile at you and you'd become a blushing mess. Eventually you both finished your potion and headed out after saying goodbye. The marauders meet you outside and you all start walking to lunch.

“How was it being partnered with loony mckinnon” sirius asks you putting his arm around your shoulder.

“She's really nice and funny and she's good at potions. I enjoyed her company” you said, shrugging his arm off your shoulder.

“Did she make any jokes about your mum,” Sirius asks laughing.

“No but if she did I would find that funny and I don't know why you're not defending your friend james what sirius is saying is rude and uncalled for” you say getting fed up and walking away as you're walking you hear jogging beside you. You look up and see marlene.

“Thank you” she said as she put her arm around your shoulder and leaned her head against you.

“They Are wrong about you and they would see that if they only tried to get to know you” you put your arm around her waist and you guys walk into the hall immediately pulling apart and going to sit down. Marlene tried to walk away but you pulled her arm towards you. “Come sit with me and my friends… please” you smile at her with puppy dog eyes.

“Sure if they dont mind” she says then follows you towards your seat.

“Lily, mary, dorcas” you say pointing at them “you know marlene right?” you ask, sitting down and pulling marlene with you.

“Hey Marlene, how are you?” lily asks smiling at her

“Im okay thanks” marlene smiles big. The first time since first year someone has spoken kindly to her besides you. She grabs your hand under the table and continues to have a conversation all together. You're happy your friends like marlene so now you can all hang out together more often.

After everyone had gone to bed you snuck out again hoping to find Marlene and you did. You pull her into a room again away from where Filch would find you.

“You marlene mckinnon are amazing” you kiss her and she smiles kissing you back.

“You're the one whose amazing nobody liked me until you introduced me to your friends and now i feel like i belong somewhere” she says sitting on the floor pulling you on her lap.

“You do belong somewhere… with me and my friends they all love you and i really like you” you say holding her face. “To hell with anyone who doesn't like you they don't know what they're missing out on youre amazing love” you pull her into a hug.

“God thank you” she says smiling big and kisses you again as your kissing marlene slowly moves you down onto your back. You pull at the hem of her shirt.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask your hands under her shirt on her bare back.

“I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else” she looks at you with love in her eyes. You smile and pull her down into a kiss.

“Me neither” you sit up and pull your shirt off and she stares at you.

“Lord you're beautiful” she pulls you close and takes off your bra immediately sucking on your nipple. Your head falls back and you moan.

“Oh marlene” your hands go into her hair and pull lightly. She sits back and pulls her shirt off as well as her bra. She lays you back down onto your back and kisses her way down your neck to the hem of your pants.

“Let me make you feel good love” she says as she pulls your pants off then your panties. “Oh look how wet you are for me” she smirks as she collects some on her finger causing you to moan.

“Please marlene do something” you arch your back in search of her finger. She chuckles a little then goes down. She kitten licks your clit slowly increasing her speed till she adds two fingers inside of you and starts sucking on your clit. The whole time you're a moaning mess getting closer by the second. Marlene really knows what she was doing. She felt you clenching around her fingers getting close to your release.

“Cum for me love cum on my fingers” her words and her raspy voice effectively pushing you over the edge you moan her name while having the best orgasm you have ever had in your life.

“Holy crap marlene that was amazing” you chuckle sitting up a little. “My turn” you say, crawling towards her and laying her down. You did the same as she did to you. Her moans fueling you to keep going to go faster.

“Oh y/n please im gonna cum” she says while grabbing your hair. You keep doing what you're doing till she cums on your face and hand. After she comes down from it you both cuddle on the floor for a little.

“It's getting really late we should probably get to bed” you say looking at her with your head on her chest.

“Yeah we should” she kisses you on the forehead and starts putting her clothes on.

“Marlene?” you ask nervously after you're fully clothed.

“Yes love?” She looks up smiling.

“Uh, would you like to be my um my girlfriend?” you ask while looking at your hands.

“Hell yeah i would” she says chuckling, you laugh and start heading back to the tower together. When you get into the common room you see James, Sirius, Lily, Mary and Dorcas sitting together. You start to get a little nervous.

“Hey guys, what are you all doing down here?” you chuckle nervously.

“I was worried about you because you never leave the dorm after curfew, '' Lily says, standing up and hugging you.

“I'm fine , me and marlene just wanted to go on a walk” you say smiling and noticing marlene kind of hiding behind you.

“You spent an awfully long time in an abandoned classroom going for a walk” sirius says with a questioning look.

“You guys are spying on us with the map?!” you say getting even more nervous. You put your hand behind your back and marlene grabs it to comfort you.

“Yeah we were worried you w- wait are you guys holding hands?” James stops mid sentence to ask.

“Uh yeah we are” you say pulling marlene to sit on the couch with you.

“Why are you holding hands with loony mckinnon” sirius asks with a grimace. You feel your anger boiling over.

“She's not loony” you stand up to go after Sirius but marlene stands in front of you.

“It's okay, love calm down,” she said, her hands on your shoulders. You breathe and smile at her sitting back down.

“Is there something going on between you two?!” Dorcas asks in an excited voice. You look at her blushing then look at marlene she smiles at you and you melt. You lay your head on her shoulder.

“Yeah we're dating” you smile at them all. Lily, Mary and Dorcas are all jumping and happy but James and Sirius just look at you.

“Youre into chicks?” James asks, looking at you.

“Yeah she is and?” all your girls step in front of you to defend you.

“Nothing, just think it's a bit weird is all” sirius says looking at all of them.

“You're one to speak sirius black” marlene says casually throwing her legs across your lap. Everyone chuckles but sirius.

“What's that supposed to mean?” he says getting defensive.

“It means whatever you think it means” she says laughing as his face turns red. “Or should i call Remus down to explain it to you” she tilts her head at him. His face turns as red as a tomato.

“Nothing is going on between me and Remus,” he says in shock.

“There isn't?” Remus says from behind him looking confused. Everyone bursts out laughing at Sirius while he goes running to remus.

Everyone starts heading to bed while you and Marlene are still on the couch. You can feel marlene staring at you.

“I can see you love” you say chuckling then dragging her to your dorm upstairs.

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hope you guys enjoyed

XOXO

Good day night whatever

#fluff #romance #harry potter #smut #wlw #wlw love #wlw pride #wlw ns/fw #wlw post #lesbian marlene #marlene mckinnon #marlene mckinnon lesbian #i can see you #taylor swift #speak now #speak now tv

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LI Reacting to Someone Declaring Their Love to Uncomfortable and Taken MC - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: this really long titled headcanon is for @yeisiko! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!

TW for swearing in Portia’s part

❤️Julian❤️

The moment someone starts declaring their love for you publicly through song, it’s an immediate no

The person doesn’t even get through the first verse before Julian is throwing hands

To this complete stranger’s credit, they manage to block quite a few of the hits, but they definitely end up with a broken nose

And if they keep trying after that failed attempt, then they’re getting hospitalized, no questions asked

Lucky for them, Julian is now focusing more of you than on them

He knows that must have been uncomfortable for you, so he wants to make sure you’re okay

🧡Portia🧡

At first, she just laughs, because she assumes it’s a joke

When she notices that you’re visibly uncomfortable, and they’re not stopping, her attitude takes a full 180°

She quite literally yells “HEY! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

If they push through that, she’ll just start screaming as loud and as high as she possibly can (she she’ll walk right up beside them while she does, so bye-bye eardrums)

This’ll probably convince them to stop, but if it doesn’t it’ll definitely attract the attention of literally everyone around you

Then she’ll kindly inform the masses that this person was harassing her lovely partner, and let them take it from there

She then takes your arm and leads you away, making fun of them all the while

💛Lucio💛

Well obviously he won’t stand for this

Unless the song/poem is good, in which case he’ll wait until they’re done and then claim credit

But if it’s bad

Oh boy, do they regret ever approaching you

Lucio immediately challenges them to a duel for your hand

You might want to point out that you’re perfectly capable of defending yourself, in which case he’ll stop and ask your permission before challenging them to a duel

But either way he’s fighting them

He wins, obviously, because this person probably doesn’t hold even a fraction of the skill Lucio does

Then he takes you home, where he immediately locks himself away to compose an even better piece

💚Muriel💚

You really have no idea who’s more uncomfortable; you or Muriel

The two of you will probably both be exchanging looks the entire time

Neither of you really know what’s going on or how to stop it, but it’s really, really awkward

At one point he tries to put his hand on your back to lead you away, but they just walk around to always be in front of you

There’s no escape from this suffering

Eventually Muriel resorts to very gently picking them up by the back on their shirt and setting them down out of the way before ushering you away

You probably didn’t really need to leave after he did that, because it shut them up pretty quickly

💙Asra💙

He’s just completely unimpressed, he thinks they look like a fool

Normally he would just let them embarrass themself, but you’re uncomfortable, so it’s time to go

He takes your hand and leads you away quickly

When they try to block off your escape, he trips them and then just steps over them

Away you go~

When you’re far enough away from them, he checks to see how you’re feeling

Then he gives you lots of little kisses to remind you that he loves you

And also makes fun of them for being so weird

💜Nadia💜

Quietly whispers in your ear to let them finish

Then proceeds to absolutely demolish their work

She goes through every single word they said and tells them why it’s a terrible choice

Then she moves on and mocks their public declaration of love for someone who is known to be in a relationship with the countess

They’ll probably try to run away in embarrassment, but she blocks them off and makes them stay until she’s done verbally destroying them

After that, they probably won’t be able to show their face in public for a very long time

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanon #the arcana hc #arcana #Julian devorak #Julian arcana #Julian headcanon #Julian x mc #Portia arcana #Portia devorak #Portia headcanon #Portia x mc #count lucio #Lucio headcanon #lucio arcana #lucio x mc #Muriel arcana #Muriel headcanon #Muriel x mc #Asra arcana #Asra alnazar #Asra headcanon #Asra x mc #Nadia satrinava #Nadia arcana #Nadia x mc #Nadia headcanon

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29+1 (Part One)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: In which Seokjin is the Devil from The Devil Wears Prada, Taehyung is your work Jesus and Jimin is your handsome successful brother. 

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: seokjin x reader (taehyung x reader if you squint real hard) 

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: slice of life; ceo!seokjin (diva!seokjin)

𝔴𝔠: 3.6k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: heavy use of alcohol as a coping mechanism, a plethora of sarcasm (please don’t be offended) and a sprinkle of softness (is that a warning?). 

𝔞/𝔫: this sat in my unwritten folder since 2017 no lie. I wrote the premise and a singular paragraph at that time, then just gave up. I opened it a few days ago, got inspired again and this word vomit came out (heavily influenced by a midnight Zoom call with my friends). Ngl this was so much fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. This will probably be in three parts.  𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯: I did not know that DailyHive is an actual online news source when writing. This work is purely fictional and has absolutely nothing to do with the real DailyHive. 

part two

Your friends have a saying: After 29, nobody shares their age until they’ve accomplished something. 

In the past, you didn’t understand it. What’s so bad about saying you’re 30 or you’re 32? That’s still a young age! Sure, you’re not exactly in your prime anymore but you’re not old, right?

So, you continue in your own wondrous world of naïveté until that fateful day at your class reunion. You had simply been walking around, minding your own business when you had been stopped by an old colleague.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” she waves you down. 

You smile kindly, not even bothering to try and remember her name (you sucked at names, what could you say). 

“Hey…you!” you chuckle lightly, “How have you been doing?” 

An everyday question leading to catastrophic effects. 

“Oh you know,” she says and rolls her eyes as if you truly did know, “I’ve just been out and about. Did I tell you though? I got married last year!” She holds out her hand in which a giant diamond adorns her finger. “Wow!” you gasp, feigning interest. It’s not that you aren’t happy for her, but you are reminded of just how single you are currently. When was the last time you felt another human’s touch? Does kissing come back as easily as riding a bicycle? “Hey!” she says suddenly, “I’m actually meeting with a couple of friends from our class. You should come join! I’m sure they’d be happy to see you again!” You want to wave her off, but against your better judgment, you find yourself following in her footsteps and listening to her speak about wedding venues and honeymoon destinations.

“Oh my god!” another female voice filters in.

The “couple of friends” this old classmate had mentioned is in fact a fairly impressive size of twenty. This is also the third time the wedding announcement has been made. 

“Last year?” the female continues, “Weren’t you young?”

Yes, you want to respond. Yes she was young. A full 365 days younger than she is now.

Your classmate, Sooyoung (or Kiko as she insists going by now) titters in front of you. “I mean, you can sort of say I’m a late bloomer. I got married when I was 31.”

Her words unintentionally cut into you. Here you are at 29 without a beau in sight. You take a fast swig of your beer and end up hitting the empty glass with a clink to your teeth. Nobody notices.

“Enough about me, however, how about you?”

“I started my own business actually. It’s been doing really well and it’s been a crazy mind. Imagine me, my own boss at only 33!”

You nervously join them when they suddenly laugh together.  

“Hi, can I get another pint please? Actually add a tequila shot to that,” you whisper the last part to the waitress you had just stopped.

And that was how the rest of the night went. People asking one another what they had accomplished. Any moment in time after 30 would not be mentioned until somebody travelled to Uganda to build houses at 31 or another gave birth at the same age. Below 30, anything would be attributed to luck or in your case…

“What are you doing currently?” somebody asks you, “The little baby of our class.”

Swallowing your third tequila shot of the night, you wonder for the umpteenth time how you had become a part of this giant sharing circle. You wonder if it’s a blessing or a curse that you had graduated a little early and thus was younger than most of your peers.

“Well,” you start, “I’m currently working at DailyHive.”

“Ohh!” a man gushes. You recognize him as the once-upon-a-time science partner you used to cheat notes off of. “I use DailyHive nearly as much as Instagram these days. You guys cover everything from news to sports to fashion.”

You shrug. “Yeah. It’s, uh… it’s a pretty big company!”

“What are you doing there?”

Kiko-ex-Sooyoung hits the man teasingly on the shoulder. “Y/N is probably the Director of Marketing or something. Remember how she used to spend all class doodling in her notebook?”

“Or sleeping!” someone quips.

You don’t join in when they all laugh.

“I’m…an intern,” you say with as much pride as you can in a group of established professionals ranging from dermatologists to that one guy who had flown around the world as a TedTalk guest speaker.

A hushed silence befalls everyone.

“That’s…cool!” the same man encourages you, “Interns are totally rad! Everyone wants an intern spot these days.”

His girlfriend pats your arm, almost empathetically. “Yeah. I know a bunch of people who first start off as interns and then they shoot up the ladder quick enough. As long as you’re no longer an intern at 30, you’re golden!”

Once again, the entire group laughs as if she has said the most hilarious of jokes.

She composes herself and says to you, “Because after that, you should have accomplished something.”

Her words still ring in your ears as you sit at your desk this morning.

Yeah…something. All you need to do is accomplish something in the next three months before you are officially, 29 + 1.

Your fingers tap against your thighs silently while you observe the current debate that is occurring in the conference room. You barely have time to sweep the falling hair back behind your ear as your fingers ferociously fly across the keyboard to keep in track with the meeting.

Fei is arguing that the implement of a new search word system would boost users while Daniel says that it is a waste of resources. Instead, everything should be put into updating the entire system as a whole. You have long since lost track of their words as neither pertain to what you do as an intern.

“Enough,” the CEO of DailyHive holds up a hand. His one word causes the entire room to hush over – truly, the words of a god.

And that might as well be what he is. With his hair swept back and a lone tendril curling perfectly above his brow, Kim Seokjin is legitimately a walking god. Off his broad shoulders hang an expensive white linen suit bought with his pocket change and your yearly salary. A pair of sunglasses hangs in the V of the collared shirt dipping low enough to blur the lines between being fashionably professional and just downright sexy.

The snap of his fingers brings you back to the present.

He dramatically rolls his eyes and accepts that you are an incompetent minute-taker.  

“I have to remember that the world just doesn’t move as fast as I do.”  

                                                            - Quote: Rolling Stones 2019 Kim Seokjin.

Now if only he’d remember he had once said that.

He points at each of them with one finger, then swipes to the left. “Both of you, solve this outside. I don’t want to hear your voices any longer. You two from the marketing team, Ungroomed Stache and Acne Chin, create me a report if we are to implement Ms. Song’s idea. The two of you from…” he takes a pause here clearly having forgotten who his employees are, “The two of you do the same thing but for Mr. Hwang.”

The pair from accounting open their mouth to protest that they are in charge of only numbers, but they are ignored.

“All of you out now. Except you,” he points his finger directly at you, “Stay.”

Nobody utters a single word until they have all left and you are left alone with him. Standing before him with your hands folded nicely in front of you, you blink and wait.

He stares right back at you, picks up his coffee mug and drops it. The clatter of ceramic smashing against the ground causes a pause in the loud buzz outside the room. You know everybody’s focus has been shifted into the room.

“Do you want to kill me?” he drawls.

You take a long inhale. “No,” you say.

“No?” he repeats the word, “Well I think you do. Did you check this coffee before you brought it to me? I tasted cinnamon in it. You know how I’m allergic to cinnamon. Get me a new cup. And this mess, get somebody to clean it. I don’t want the smell of coffee in this room when I have my next meeting here in twenty. I’m taking a smoke a break.”

He stands up and brushes past you without saying anything else.

Nobody can be allergic to cinnamon. Besides if he had actually tasted cinnamon and was that sensitive, he would be dead. And good riddance to that.

Of course, you say none of this and wordlessly begin to pick up the broken ceramic pieces of the dead mug. The bustling outside the meeting room has returned back to its normal state of chaos. Seeing the ugly stain of coffee on the once pristine carpet causes you to swear beneath your breath.

“Who the fuck is allergic to cinnamon?” a new voice says, sliding up beside you.  

The second god in DailyHive; the much nicer and evidently preferred Kim; Taehyung takes the mug pieces from you and drops it into the garbage bin.

Blessed with not only intelligence but devilishly model-like features, he is your desk buddy in the small space allotted for interns and your sole friend in the company.

“Tae,” you sigh with exasperation upon seeing your lifesaver, “What am I going to do about this stain? He’s going to return in fifteen and there’s no way I can get a coffee stain out of this expensive-ass carpet.”

Taehyung taps a long finger to his lips, leaves the room briefly, and returns with a roll of Bounty sheets and a can of Febreze. He promptly blots as much of the coffee off from the carpet then proceeds to pull the meeting table.

“C’mon, Y/N, don’t just stand there. Help me! Time is of the essence!”

You laugh and join him in moving the table so that one of the legs cover the stain 80% of the way. Once he is satisfied, he takes the Febreze and sprays until the whole room smells like “Hawaiian Aloha”.

“You’re welcome.” He gives an extravagant bow, the motion popping open the top button of his shirt to expose a surprisingly chiseled chest.

Fei returns back into the room holding a phone to her ear and a clipboard in her left hand. “What the hell? It smells like a Bath & Body Works in here. Intern, aren’t you supposed to be filing or something? Stop standing around and be useful.” She grips Taehyung’s arm and drags him out of the room. “Button up. This is a professional workplace.”

You give him a tiny wave as Taehyung is steered away by his girlfriend and back to the cubicles.

Taehyung may be your saviour at work, but outside, it cannot be denied that your brother is the true Fountain of Life.

A week has passed since the coffee incident (you suspect a cleaning personnel had found the stain and cleaned up after your improv as aforementioned stain can no longer be found), but Jimin still brings it up.

“I still can’t believe that he said he was allergic to cinnamon. I’ve never heard of such bullshit before,” your brother says over the phone. You can practically hear his eyeroll from across the world.

As a renowned ophthalmologist, you have not seen Jimin for close to a year as he has been initiating his new clinic, a flying eye hospital.

“You should hear his Starbucks order. I always feel like I’m ready to launch my next EP whenever I’m at the counter,” you say.

Jimin laughs. There is the muffled sounds of voices as his never-ending flow of patients have arrived for the day.

“I shouldn’t keep you,” you say upon hearing that, “You’re probably really busy.”

“No,” he says, “I’ve got a few minutes if you’ve got a few. I miss talking to my baby sister.”

“I’m not a baby anymore, Jiminie,” you say using the nickname he hated.

“Oh that’s right. Your birthday’s in a little under three months, right? My baby sister is turning the big three-oh.”

“God, don’t remind me.”

“Want me to come visit you?”

You contemplate the idea once, having not seen Jimin in quite a while.

“Only if you have time. But I feel like Mom and Dad would probably want to see you more. Speaking of which, um… How are Mom and Dad?”

“They’re good. I hear Dad is finally going to retire this year. He’s giving his practice to Kibum, you remember him? Mom will probably start pestering us about what to do for his retirement party.”

There is a pause.

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt to say hi to them once in a while.”

You sigh. “And say what? Hey, it’s me. The child that ran away from home at 18? Yeah, I’m not a doctor like everybody else in the family but a 29 year old intern at a popular app company. Whassuuup?”

“Y/N, that’s not what I – ”

“It’s okay, Jimin. I’ve come to accept that not everybody is cut out to be a doctor. I just wish Mom and Dad could realize that.”

Jimin sighs on your behalf. There is the sound of a crying child coming through the earphone. “Well, your contract expires a few weeks after your birthday, right? Who knows, you might be the next Mark Zuckerberg.”

He has never explicitly inquired about your life plan and you know this is as much as he is willing to push without asking, “What’s next after this intern hiccup?” At least he had the decency to compare you to a controversial Internet entrepreneur.

The child is crying much louder now.

“Again with my birthday. But I’ll let you know,” is the only reply you can come up with at the moment. “Okay, brother, go forth and heal the blind. I bless thee in the name of the Holy Spirit, Son and Ghost.”

There is true laughter that rings from Jimin as he ends the call. “It’s Father, Son and Holy Ghost you dweeb. I love you sis.”

“You too.” You hang up first before he can add anything else.

With that, you enter into the 7am Starbucks queue and prepare yourself in running the first single of your long overdue EP.

Seokjin leans back in his chair, watching you from inside his office. Today he has chosen a black turtleneck and a brazen maroon-nearly purple suit jacket to complete the outfit. For once, there is an empty mug of coffee beside him and his morning headache has been appeased.

He knew he had given you an impossible task.

“Compile all the troubleshooting errors we have received since the launch of DailyHive. Organize it in a manner that allows me to identify the most prominent problem. Run it through whomever you please before giving it to me. I don’t need to waste my time correcting your mistakes.”

There is an amused smile that bubbles beneath his otherwise stoic features. He cannot deny that there is, might he dare say, a cute quality about you as you manually scan through the received concerns on your laptop dating back to the initial beta tests – the ones that were lost in a data crash and only backed up with unintelligible scribblings of previous interns.

The moment you had been introduced as the new intern, you had caught his eye. You are exquisitely mundane, and perhaps the reason you had even caught him the first time was due to solely to the fact that you were older than most interns – himself even. Nevertheless, you continue to present him small surprises in your tenacity and capability to tackle challenges.

“Mr. Kim.”

His intercom comes alive with the voice of his secretary.

Seokjin’s eyes do not leave you as he answers.

“Mr. Hwang is on line two. Would you like me to defer him to a later time if you are currently busy?”

Seokjin cannot help but sigh. Hwang Junho, his co-founder, while a genius in international business is also a notorious chatterbox and gossip. There is seldom a reason for Junho to call him except to relay the cover titles of E!Magazine.

“Did he mention a reason for calling?” Seokjin inquires.

His secretary seems to be reading from a note. “He says it’s to do with the company. Something he read from Cosmopolitan this morning.”

So not E! but another sister celebrity gossip blog. He checks his watch and duly notes that he certainly has no meetings scheduled until later in the afternoon where your report would be needed to run a preliminary analysis.

“Sir?”

“Yes, put him through. But tell him I’ve got only five minutes, so he’s better give me the Cliffnotes version,” Seokjin sighs again.

Before he can be connected, Seokjin quickly says, “What’s the name of that intern again?”

“Who?” his secretary asks, “We’ve hired four since the beginning of the year.”

“The one who keeps wanting to poison me.”

“I’m sorry, Sir?” she sounds concerned.

“The one who keeps forgetting that I despise cinnamon.”

There is no response.

“The older one. Spilled coffee a while ago but still has enough coordination to pull together a decent report.”

“Ah,” she says.

He waits patiently as she searches through the database, eventually giving him your name. He gives a slight pause and then says, “Good. Now patch me with Junho.”

There is a momentary buzz as the call becomes connected in which Seokjin turns over the syllables of your name wordlessly.

“Mr. Kim. The man of the hour. How are you, my brother?” Junho’s baritone fills the office in a manner of seconds.

Despite the little annoying quirks, Seokjin cannot help but smile when hearing the voice of his best friend.

“You’ve got three minutes, Junho.”

Junho grumbles. “That’s not my fault. You were the one still on the line with your secretary. Is it still Yerin? ‘Cuz I won’t blame you if that’s the case. Did I catch you doing some naughty phone sex during office hours?”

“Two.”

“Holy hell. Fine. It’s always business with you. That’s why the tabloids are always writing you as an uptight asshole.”

This shifts Seokjin’s attention to the phone. His name is seldomly mentioned except for the features in business columns. He prefers to stay out of the limelight.

“What?”

“Put your name on Google.”

Seokjin does as he is told.

There are millions of results, but the first few pages share the same headline. He clicks on the first one with a grimace.

“Kim Seokjin. Mr. Worldwide Handsome as noted by his fans, has recently sparked Internet outrage.”

A quick skim of the otherwise trashy article brought to the surface a summary: his last dating scandal had ended badly and the repercussions of blowing off a famous celebrity’s daughter had finally caught up with him. The Internet was calling him arrogant, narrow-minded, and even greedy. “The young Chief Executive Officer of booming social media app DailyHive has been accused of using his relationship with actress XYZ to further his own business. Once he gained recognition from aforementioned relationship, he has cold-heartedly cast her away to pursue his next.” “You’re calling me for this bullshit?” Seokjin scoffs. Junho tuts his tongue loudly. “This is not bullshit. It’s affecting the image of your company. Do you think people want to download and support an app that is run by somebody who is being called cruel and dishonest? You’ve got to address this soon before it gets out of control. You’re lucky I have alerts set for these type of things. I caught it for you just in the nick of time.” Seokjin inhales deeply. “You’re also lucky that I’ve got the perfect solution in mind.” “That is?” “The Silver Gala,” Junho references the prestigious event. The Silver Gala is hosted annually and attended by the largest celebrities as well as other wealthy investors and guests. Those in the social circle shared between Seokjin and Junho often yearned for tickets to attend events such as this, as they serve as excellent networking opportunities. Besides the above, such events are circled by reporters and writers of gossip columns to get the exclusive scoop on any eyebrow-raising rumours. “The solution lies in such an event,” Junho continues, “You know how many people will be there. All you’ve got to do is show up with your average girl-next-door type and it’ll show how you’re actually really humble and down to earth. Kim Seokjin is perfectly capable of dating like any regular human being. He doesn’t use “love” or whatever to further his business. Love is the connection between two souls; two individuals who – ” “Beep. Your time has run out Junho. I’ve got another meeting scheduled right this moment,” Seokjin interrupts. “Dude, seriously. Think about it. You could bring Yerin. Everbody loves a good CEO and his secretary affair. And if that’s too juicy for you, I can introduce you to some girls. Or maybe we could go back to our university days and hit a bar, y’know?” Junho tries his best to persuade. “Fuck!” you swear beneath your breath right as you walk into Kim Seokjin’s office. His door had been open and, in your excitement to show your completed report, you had dropped all the loose papers on the ground. Four hours of organization gone, just like that. You hope that at least Seokjin hasn’t heard or noticed you as he had been engrossed in his phone call. Seokjin had in fact noticed you. He can’t help himself but follow the curvature of your bare shoulder as your bangs escape the hold of your scrunchie and sweep across your skin. “Don’t worry, Junho, I’ve just thought about it,” he says with a smile.

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[jiminrings]

Can I request a drabble, hobi is kinda like a band singer and Y/N is like his old time friend and they like had a falling out bc he got super successful but years after they're like together again? IS IT TOO SPECIFIC UHM :")

parallel

pairing: hoseok x y/n

wordcount: 4k

glimpse: hobi’s kind of an asshole and is vERY much emotionally repressed, y/n’s serotonin is dependent on wearing bridesmaid gowns, the dwindling one-sided pining anD the everlasting question of where the fuck was hoseok when you needed him :D // gif is from pinterest!

notes: this drabble really hits close to home and tysm for the request babe!! even if i’m a month late yeesh :O

you can’t believe yourself either when you say it

but holy shit — weddings are definitely your thing!

there’s something about the union of marriage that gets your head into overdrive but in a gOOD way

there’s just something so pulling about last-minute changes and family drama and awkward trips to the restroom that make your mind mHMMMM THIS IS IT CHIEF

yea granted that not every wedding you go and participate in isn’t exactly straight out of a rom-com

lmao sometimes it’s so obvious that the bride doesn’T love the groom but hey!!! who’s keeping tabs :D

you love wedding environments so much that here you are, two years out of uni and a couple of gigs later — couples are LITERALLY fighting over you

heh not to brag but uh

you weren’t recognized as best wedding planner for two years in a row and have your face in multiple covers of bridal magazines and such

time magazine recognized you as one of the most influential people in the scene last year but hey !!!!! no big deal lads

“i am asking you for just one minute, y/n!! stop being a wedding planner and start being my maid of honor!!”

nayeon exasperates and tugs you by your sleeve, having already noticed your second nature of taking charge the moment you entered the hall

after all, this is just cake tasting! that’s why she’s brought her maid of honor to help her out, nOT immediately go fishing for a clipboard

“well if the planner you hired wasn’t so sloppy-...” it’s a fact! he relies too much on his tablet and doesn’t even have any paper with him, and even if he’s already using a tablet, he doesn’t even use different colors to mark out!

apparently nayeon can’t handle the truth because she’s stamping her hand to your mouth that’s already a frown, about to suffocate you if only you didn’t bite it

>:|

y/n - 1 | jisoo’s hand - 0

you’re just a lil bit cranky alright

the last wedding you’ve catered to was just three days ago, and well you’re thankful for your job!!! really!!! bc not everyone is as booked as you nor sought-for

but there’s something about her wedding that puts you off :((

she’s very kindly yet firmly told you that no, you would absolutely not be her wedding planner and coordinator

“b-but i-“

“i want you to relax! and it’s-...”

“we said-“

“we said when we were kids that we’d plan each other’s wedding, but we didn’t swear on it! and i want you to-...”

“y-you told-“

“i told you that we didn’t have a wedding planner yet so you’d intentionally clear your schedule for me! and here we are-...”

“i’ll cry-“

“aww you big baby, save it for the wedding! i told you, just relax, m’kay? let yoongi handle the planning, and you do the unwinding.”

goddamn yoongi

yoongi who’s a wedding planner in his sPARE time could fuck right off

you don’t care if he’s very persuasive and firm and happened to book nayeon’s wedding even it was peak season :((

you don’t wanna admit it, but being a wedding planner has basically been your personality trait for the past years and it’s hard to cope when your job is to not.... plan and worry

anyways besides that

you’re a little iffy because nayeon’s wedding is your wake-up call

you’ve been planning weddings.... but uh when the FUCK is yours

u are so tempted to put a sock over your head and just yell gIVE ME A RING!!! PUT IT IN THE BAG

unfortunately, you don’t even have someone in your life to readily propose to you

you would have had someone, actually —

if only hoseok didn’t wake up one day and decide to remove you from his life

if only your childhood friend didn’t suddenly decide that you’re not worthy of his attention and time!!!

god he thinks he’s a bigshot

and well yea ok he IS a bigshot

who doesn’t know jung hoseok at this point :((

you’ve always figured that he’d be successful at whatever path he chooses and for a moment, you feel sorry for him that he’s stuck in such a state of mundaneness

he’s stuck between home and school and since he has no choice — you

your each other’s day one!!! the moment your mom went home from the hospital, her first instinct was to knock on hoseok’s mom’s door and then iMMEDIATELY present you to her

the two of them are absolute best friends and why not make our babies the same way ya know????

the two of you were apparently so close as babies that when one was crying, the other would comfort

and you weren’t even a year old then????

you’ve shared cribs and milk bottles and clothes and everything in between with hobi

so why is it that when you’re just almost at the peak of your life with graduation, he just suddenly decides to drop you?

he’s suddenly too cool for you as if he hasn’t spent countless nights crying on your shoulder for any inconveniece that gets brought up

he can’t even meet your eyes :(((

that’s why graduation is the blandest and emptiest day you could recall

hoseok is over there with his bandmates looking the absolute hAPPIEST and you’re there by the corner.,.,. alone by yourself feeling like your cap has the words dropped by jung hoseok :D all over it

he’s at his peak and at the top of his life performing and touring, whenever and wherever

he’s happy

but without you in it :(

the irrational (and probably rational) part in your head is beyond infuriated at him because atleast offer an explanation!!! if you did wrong at one point, then he should tell you!!!

not suddenly pretend that you were nEVER in his life

even his mom feels guilty and ashamed over his son’s actions so she orders flowers from the shop signed underneath your company, then send it back to you

for awhile she tried to pretend that it was hoseok but no :((( that man will physically convulse if he doesn’t add (atleast) three hearts after his name

you hate him so much that you still religiously visit his instagram and wonder if he could see your likes despite a couple other million liking the same posts

you hate him so much that he’s number one on every single thing in your spotify wrapped 

you hate him sO much that you wonder who’s behind the songs his band plays and how you’d wish that you’d be the one he’s writing about

“is the cake that... perfect?”

nayeon gently places a hand on your shoulder to which you flinch and she backs off because christ i’m nOT taking the cake away from you!!!

oh my god why are you tearing up

“yeah, yeah! it’s so good. you should try it nayeon!” you’re scrambling to scrape up your plate, almost shoving the fork into her mouth as she squeals with the sudden attack

yoongi has ???? hovering around his head but this is nOT about you my man

he sneaks a look to the bride’s plate and uh-huh... yup..... she has the same moist chocolate fudge cake with coffee ganache on her alright

the topic of hoseok that you bring up to yourself, one that no one knows (not even nayeon!!!), is just something that never seems to vacate your mind fully

it’s been two years and you’re still so touchy and you dON’T KNOW WHY

he probably doesn’t even think about you when he’s drunk and bored

“this champagne must be so... nice?”

nayeon thinks out loud as you’re once again crying into doing your maid of honor duties

she’s a lil worried if she’s being honest but you always whisk her away when she’s about to ask

like right now :D

“are you-...”

“i just can’t believe you’re getting married!! wow, you’re so cool. with the love of your life. then the two of you could be cool together after the wedding. you aren’t gonna forget me once you’re married, are you? nayeon do you think that i would ever be married-...”

you should just accept it now :((

you’re a little bit of a mess and a half underneath your pantsuits and walkie-talkies and the special pride you’d carry whenever the couple mentions you in their wedding speeches

absolutely WHY in the hell do you think about hoseok when it comes to weddings???

it’s almost a pavlovian response when you instruct the people to open the doors and the bride to start walking and your mind would iNSTANTLY think about him

it’s sometimes awkward when the couple would ask ah !!!! ms. y/n u are such a world-renowned wedding planner !!!! your own wedding must’ve been magnificent :D

aha actually about dat.,.,

you get tons of gifts of gratitude from just a single client alone and you don’t have hoseok and his stupidly powerful arms to help carry boxes back to your car

you don’t have him to give untouched and left-over flowers to

you don’t have him to remind you when you’re getting a little ahead of yourself over just talking to sponsors and trying to squeeze in as much as you could for an initial budge

you don’t have hoseok, in all his glory, to put his hand on the small of your back when you’re talking to how you need the fireworks to start the moment the band starts playing ice ice baby and the vendor does nOT need to know why it’s the song chosen by the couple

it’s what he’d do when you’re trying to fit two semesters’ worth of notes into a pricey A3 notebook that you’ve bought 

and just how many weddings do you plan and coordinate, even within just a span of two week?

:)

a lot.

often.

you think about hoseok a lot. often. oftenly a lot.

but aha nOT TODAY!!!

today’s nayeon’s wedding and you’re not gonna ruin it for her by projecting your yearning into your best friend’s wedding that clearly isn’t yours

10/10 she’d probably stop reciting her vows to ask you why you’re sniffling

your only source of distraction is your gown!!!

your maid of honor is the absolute pRETTIEST and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel gorgeous in it

it’s floor-length silk!!! fLOOR-LENGTH !! SILK !! GOWN

it’s in a deep mauve with an off-shoulder situation and a little risqué bit of cleavage!!! cinches right at the top of your waist and poofs a little and oh my god mayhaps you aRE pretty

god hoseok may have not written you a song, but sean kingston dEFINITELY did

nayeon knew you’d be catching everyone’s attention as much as her wedding dress would and she’s absolutely happy and fine with it!! 

in fact she’s strategically practiced her throws for her bouquet so you’d catch it and your gown would nOt go to waste

having a wedding happen right where you are, but being in it as a guest instead of a planner, is just so much... calmer

you’re not fixing the chaos but you’re just watching it!!! if you feel a little more bubbly then you’re gonna partake in it hee-hee

yoongi’s actually not so bad

he could just be a little too lax which ends up with him being lost and distraught 

you could see so much of you in him when you were just starting out and it’s endearing actually

(( nayeon’s told you in passing that she once told yoongi that you were her best friend and he looked both intimidated and awed at the same time ))

the only thing you help yoongi with is sending him a thumbs-up every now and then and he perks uP because that’s the signal that he’s doing a good job and not fucking up

nayeon looks so beautiful and you’re already tearing up fixing her veil :((

you know how wedding photographers and videographers LOVE people crying???? they r probably eating your shit up so quick that you won’t be surprised if you take up atleast half of the same-day edit of their wedding film

there’s something so serene about the hecticness everyone’s indulged themselves in

you’re grinning when you walk down the aisle because you realize that omg you haven’t doNE this in a long time!!! 

the last time you did was testing out the aisle for a client that wanted it ala crazy rich asians and you had to walk back and forth cOLD-ASS water with damp rolled-up pant cuffs before they got the temperature and the levels right

nah you should definitely know how it’d be because after all :D you aRE the consultant for that scene in crazy rich asians :D no biggie :D

it’s such a serene blast to see everyone happy and in their element

you’re sitting the reception out bc yoongi very kindly pleaded to please give him notes and promising that he’d never tell it to anyone else

the whole planning process for nayeon and not oNCE did he bring a notebook..,., but he just hAPPENS to have one when you’re telling him how to say no to your client

“listen, you have to tell them in the sincerest way possible, that you tried everything. it gets them going when you tell them that you even pleaded with the vendors, but don’t go too low on your knees, alright? and then after that, you say a strict no. no, because their choice of flowers is absolutely sHIT for their tie-dye theme they’re so adamant about!”

yoongi has never listened so intently

not even when his roommate lists out their grocery checklist

“mhmm. and if they still push, should i give them an ultimatum? or tell them about a wedding that totally happened that did exactly what they were planning, and how much the guests hated it?”

okay nOW he’s talking

“what you do is...”

the buzz of the reception never really dies down because it’s barely even starting!! the couple’s still finishing up on their pictorial which gives everyone time to get to the venue and freshen up or get last-minute gifts lmao

you know that it’s starting when the band or the dj starts doing polished mic checks

mic check! one, two, three! sKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRA

no, no 

there’s something definitely wrong

the rolling and the lull of routine words just seem so familiar

mic check! J-A-Y! H-O-P-E! J-HOPE! jung-...

oh

my

fucking

gOD

that’s hoseok.

that is most dEFINITELY hoseok

you turn your back to see the stage set-up and god...... fuck

it’s someone you haven’t seen in the flesh for two years yet spent the years of your life with before that 

he looks sickening in his black mandarin-collared suit with thick white lining on it wITH his hair styled up and parted to the site

it’s even more sickening for you because you don’t actually know if you can mANAGE to be here

you’re standing up abruptly and yoongi squawks at that because he is the furthesT thing from being finished about asking how to make the guests arrive on time without holding a field trip assembly-like type of line with the megaphone

the fastest way out was dashing through the front part and you must have forgotten that hoseok has a knack for catching things with his perfectly good eyesight

“y/n?” 

ok what now

he mumbles your name to the mic, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes trail the speed-walking speck of mauve from in front of him 

his little question to himself must have gotten people more than curious

they’re already mORE than curious because it’s his goddamn band that’s playing!!!! and the fees are not cheap and it’s practically impossible to book them!!!

but jungkook, their drummer, was a close friend of the groom’s and alright.,.,. okay maybe we CAN play at weddings now

ok hoseok’s mind is probably just playing tricks on him and he should finish setting up before the lights dim again for what they insist is the 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻

but then he can’t help but look oNE last time

then he sees the watch he’s gifted you on his wrist — one that he was supposed to give you at graduation but later made his mom give it to you instead and not say that it was from him

...

....

whew he might need his inhaler for this one and he doesn’t even hAVE asthma

oh my god what the hELL is hoseok doing here????

you haven’t seen him for two years, and the moment you do, it’s in your best friend’s wedding with no date present??

you’re clearly panicking and the only form of caffeine you’ve gotten is the pre-game of getting a few bites from the coffee ganache in nayeon’s wedding cake that she was munching on while getting her makeup done

you know what!! it’s fine

it’s totally fine :D

hoseok is just hoseok and you’re not gonna be intimated by the man you’ve been loving in the sidelines from practically your whole life :D

it’s not a big deal!

besides, people are looking for you bc you’re supposed to give the opening toast to welcome nayeon and her groom in

you’re walking, you’re talking, aaaaaaaand-

yeah this is not nOT a big deal

you’re crumbling from the inside out because seeing hoseok is just too painful after two years of wondering where you could’ve went wrong and what could’ve happened if the two of you didn’t fall out

you feel especially bitter when hoseok starts singing their famous song about love and everything in between

everyone’s sWOONING and on their feet and you’re literally just there vibrating with how furious you are

you keep downing the good champagne as iF it’s gonna get you drunk

yoongi has a clue that the server must be a little dizzy having to go and back forth to your table so he just offers his portion to you

you’re so goddamn busy and absorbed with loathing him that you don’t even turn your back to notice that his eyes keep flickering to you

even at the cheesiest lyric, hobi expects that you’d atleast LOOK at him for that one but nOOOO your champagne flute and the blondie beside you is just much more interesting

you’re buzzing with anger that you aren’t enjoying this reception At All

you fail to even recognize that nayeon’s intentionally had your favorite food to be served!!! and you have an extra portion delivered to your table!!!

you just want your suffering to eND wow absolutely how much longer could this go

you’re so busy with cussing the whole ordeal in your head that you didn’t even notice how the band isn’t playing anymore and instead everyone’s swooning over the cake

it’s lost in you that hoseok’s shooed yoongi from his chair, sitting right beside you and even scooting closer until his knees bump to your own

and that’s when it sinks in

hobi doesn’t even have time to tell you how beautiful you look because you’ve gone straight to seething him

“for the record, i want you to know that i hate you.”

...

:O

okay hoseok didn’t expect that

for all he knows, the two of you even vOWED to never say the h word even if it’s meant jokingly!!

it’s a lethal word and the two of you collectively agreed to never play with it in regards to saying to one another

but well here you are

you’re saying it as if you’ve never been more sure of anything in your whole life

you feel actually relieved to say it to him right to his face, a miniscule weight lifted from your shoulders while your arms are crossed just by looking at him

hoseok does you one better with a timid chuckle, looking down on his rings that he’s fiddling with nervously

“yeah. i hate me too.”

.... oh

you’re perplexed at his reply so much so that you’re speechless

you’ve been keeping to yourself what you should say to him the moment you see him for two years and now that he agrees to what you’ve just said.,.,.,

oh fuck that

“i hate you so much, hoseok! i don’t even know what i did wrong and i asked even your own mother what’s wrong with me! did you know that you are, without a doubt, so fucking selfish???”

you exclaim as quietly as you could but that doesn’t stop people from glancing because the two most-known people in the room, besides the bride and groom, are having what seems to be an... intimate conversation with how close the two of you are??

“did you even try once to consider how painful it was for me to wonder why i just am the way that i am? or is that even too big of an inconveniece for you to think about because you’re so busy?”

“did you suddenly get too big for me, huh?” you ask straightly without malice, not even thinking about the double meaning because clearly, you’re too PRESSED lightly jabbing your finger to his chest

right he deserves that

hoseok’s fucked up big-time, that much he knows

his eyes are actually stinging right now and he would ask you for your handkerchief that you used to always carry for him but uH he thinks he doesn’t deserve any of that

“why couldn’t you just tell me what was in your mind? you know that nothing would change whatever it was that-”

“i love you, okay?”

hoseok interrupts you with his mumble before he sets his eyes down once again on your watch

you’re speechless for long this time

“..... w-what?”

okay maybe he fucked up even more

“listen i-...”

“if you love me, a single text wouldn’t have hurt, hobi!!”

your chest doesn’t hurt anymore but it iS constricting with the amount of emotions and scenarios you’re trying to process

he’s kinda lost because oh my god you aren’t mAD anymore!!

and you don’t look fazed that he just declared his love for you

“i dropped you because i-i — i don’t want the people i love seeing me fuck up, y’know? i finished uni for the sake of it, and i didn’t even know if the band thing would work out!!”

“but baby it dID work out!!!!”

jesus christ hoseok may be a fucking iDIOT

you’re shaking him by the shoulders and he actually has to stand up so he wouldn’t fall by your ministrations

you feel so happy because your processing was just about to be finished, equal parts relieved and happy and maybe a tiny bit confused still

“it did work out because look at you now!! hobi, you could’ve just called me and i would’ve accepted the call before it even rings!!” you’re happily frustrated with him that you push him until the two of you are in the dance floor, his mouth curving up both in disbelief and giddiness

“i didn’t because i thought-...”

he’s interrupted by a swift and tight hug to his middle, his arms moving on their own to envelope you in his warmth

the top of your head still smells the same :D

his purpose is lost before he gathers his bearings once again, freezing in his stance before weakly attempting to push you off

“... you were married.”

the harsh sQUINT of your eyes you’re giving him prompt him to explain

why is he so nervous

“i-i go to your instagram? and well you uh, you posted this pic of you in the middle of the aisle???? you had your back turned and your silhouette’s seen then you were holding a bouquet!!! then after that, i-i never opened your account. jesus christ, is your husband here with you, y/n? what am i supposed to-...”

the realization’s starting to sink into hoseok because it’s something he’s shoved to the back of his head and now he’s seeing it straight-on

you’re throwing your head back laughing at him :D

great

now he’s both heartbroken AND a fool

there’s a gentle kiss on his cheek, one he didn’t expect and one he doesn’t hate

“i’m a wedding planner.”

god now this is just so fucking funny

the two of you fell out and remained distanced because of just a series of unprecedented miscommunications!!! 

the whole thing is so ridiculous that it actually feels light and relieving to talk about

“you’re.... a wedding planner,” he mumbles once again for confirmation, his loose arms around your waist now tightening

oh my god

hoseok starts chuckling to himself out of delight, turning to full-on cackles with you at how much the two of you have just been beside each other like parallel lines

“i need to make up the past two years to you.”

he declares seriously as a promise, pressing a tender wet kiss to your cheek that gets you giggling

“only if you write me a song,” you do him one better, kissing him on the corner of his mouth 

“don’t you know that most of them are about you? anyways, you should plan our wedding once it happens,” he’s forward with his words, having waited long enough that he nuzzles his nose to yours

:D

you’re gonna do him one even better

you’re gonna go right for the kill, the truth spilling out of you before you kiss him longingly, for the first time that it feels that it’s been something you’ve always yearned for

“don’t you know that you’re in my mind for every single one?”

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[mayraki]

“True love”

jj x reader

rileysann’s gif!

inspired by the song true love by p!nk

tag: @kookkyra

MASTERLIST

Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say

Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face

“I swear to god that’s what happened!” JJ said defending himself.

“You fucking cheated!” You yelled for the second time.

“It was not what it looked like, y/n..”

“Sure! The card magically appeared next to you and instead of just putting it back on the pile you used it and that’s how you won!”

“What the hell is going on out here?” John B asked walking out of his room. He looked down at the cards all over the living room floor and crossed his arms around his chest. “Are you to fighting over a stupid game again?”

“He cheated!” You said like you were snitching on JJ with your dad.

“It’s not my fault that you hate loosing so much that you have to create lies.” He said and you closed your fists in anger.

“Oooh, I want to slap you so hard right now.”

“C’mon, do it. I dare you. I bet you won’t do it. You’re such a chicken, chicken chicken!”

“Shut up! Every single word that comes out of your mouth makes me hate you even more.”

“Chicken! Chicken!”

“You two shut up! It’s like living with two little kids! Y/n, you don’t hate JJ you fucking love him and JJ, stop, you look like a three year old. Now! You two, go and have angry sex or something because I can’t deal with your bullshit.” John B said and you quickly shook your head.

“He likes to win! So, he’s going to win by himself tonight!” You said before walking out the front door.

“Fine, loser!” JJ said and like that, he was out of the living room.

John B let out a big sigh and just rolled his eyes, tired of you and your boyfriend stupid fights.

There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down

I know life would suck without you

You watched at JJ and how he was finishing his beer in one big sip. You told him multiple times to not do that because it would make him feel like shit afterwards. But he never listened. A big sigh came out of your mouth when he let out a loud laugh and toss the cup to the sand.

The music was loud at the party but all you could hear was your boyfriend having the time of his life with a couple of other Pogues on their typical ‘who can drink their beer the fastest’ competition.

Watching him with his huge smile made your heart skipped a beat and your mouth turn into a smile. You loved him so much. Sometimes, he did push your buttons, all of them, but at the end of the day, you didn’t want to have a boring relationship. Even if all the fights, disagreements, argumentes were tiring sometimes, you couldn’t imagine your life without him. It would suck to not have someone like him around. You loved him, flaws and all. He would always be the one to make you smile, to turn your shitty days into good ones. He was there when you needed someone, and he never failed you. Never.

“C’mon baby! Come join me!” He said and you looked at him with a smile, before getting up and walking towards him.

At the same time, I wanna hug you

I wanna wrap my hands around your neck

You're an asshole but I love you

“I swear to God JJ, if you don’t stop..” you said while you and the Pogues were going around with the HSM Pogue.

“Just one more try, I swear I’m not going to get beer in your hair this time.” JJ said before going to the end of the boat and moving his hand towards the top of his head, with the bottle perfectly tilted so the beer would fall into his mouth.

Like you suspected, when Pope started to move the boat faster than before, beer was flying around and you could feel some beer drops going to your body.

“JJ, stop!” He turned around with a huge smile on his face. Pope slowed down and he looked at the beer bottle on JJ’s hand.

“Oh fuck he did it.” He said and JJ nodded showing the beer to everyone with a proud smile. The bottle was empty and you noticed his mouth was all wet by the beer. He started to walk closer to you with his arms open for a hug.

“Aren’t you proud me of me?” He asked and you rolled your eyes but a little smile escaped your mouth. “C’mon, I know you want to hug me, baby.”

You walked closer to him with your arms prepared for the hug, but when you were one step away from him, he lifted you up by grabbing your waist and jumping into the water.

“JJ!” You yelled once your head was over the surface. You immediately heard everyone’s laughter but all you were focus on was your boyfriend and his proud smile. “Come here so I can kill you!”

“You wanted to hug me a second ago!”

“But now I want to put my hands around your neck so I can-”

“Wow, we didn’t know you were into that Y/n!” You heard Kie say on the boat.

“Shut the fuck up and help me up so I can kill the blonde guy I call my boyfriend!”

And you make me so mad, I ask myself

Why I'm still here, or where could I go

You're the only love I've ever known

But I hate you, I really hate you

So much I think it must be

True love, true love

It must be true love

Nothin' else can break my heart like you

You closed your door in anger and you let your back hit the wall of your bedroom. You were used to having stupid fights with JJ, they would usually end up with you two kissing each other really roughly or just forgetting about it. But when they were serious, you felt like it was the end of the world. The pain you felt in your stomach and your heart would start to beat faster, the tears wouldn’t fail you and start to go down your cheeks like there was no tomorrow. It sucked.

This time, the fight started about some stupid touron flirting with JJ and you getting jealous. You were not the type to get angry or jealous when a girl tried to flirt with JJ, he was gorgeous and very attractive, he did not passed unnoticed. You were used to that, girls watching him when he walked next to them, girls trying to offer him drinks, playfully touching him, getting closer everytime a word came out of their mouths, you knew that JJ would never cheat on you, you trusted him, but you didn’t trust the girls around him, and your stupid insecurities wouldn’t leave you alone. They were always in the back of your head saying that he would be better with a girl hotter than you, a girl with the better body, even when JJ would kindly reject them when he saw their true intentions and walk towards you to give you the biggest kiss ever.

You knew dating him would have this consequences, but sometimes it was too much that your mind was able to handle. One day you started to think about leaving, take time for yourself and get better, try to work on this thoughts, because you were not having a good time and you felt them getting worst. But at the same time, the thought of leaving JJ... it made you feel worst. He’s your first love. Your first boyfriend, your first everything, you loved him so much that sometimes, you couldn’t imagine your future with anybody else. You were the one for each other, and you both knew that.

You heard a knock on you window and you knew it was JJ. On that moment, his words came back to your mind and the hate you were feeling for him came back into your body.

“C’mon baby, I know you’re in there. Let me in.” You heard him say and you closed your eyes. “I didn’t mean what I say, I’m so fucking stupid.”

Why do you rub me up the wrong way?

Why do you say the things that you say?

Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be

But without you I'm incomplete

“Oh my god Y/n! How many times do I have to tell you! Why are so fucking jealous? Are you that insecure?!”

“What did you say that JJ? You know how this situation makes me feel.” You said hurt.

“I know, baby, I know. And I’m so sorry, I love you, please let me in so we can talk about it.” You felt the pain in his voice. You opened your eyes and got up to walk to the window and opened the curtain to find the blonde guy you were so in love and angry at. He had his messy hair you loved so much and you noticed that his cheeks were red, his eyes were puffy and he was a little bit sweaty, he probably came here running.

Once he was inside, you closed your window and walked to your bed. He sat down next to you, you wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes, but you couldn’t, you knew that tears were going to come out of your eyes once you did, so you stared at the floor while JJ was trying to come out with the perfect words.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/n.” He said and you nodded.

“I know you are.” You said calmly. “Why do you say those things? Can’t you see that they fucking hurt?” You said more loudly this time.

“I don’t know, I was angry, confused and I...” He was saying but he stopped. A big sigh came out of his mouth and he closed his eyes.

“What?” Your voice cracked and you felt your tears wanting to come out.

“I... wanted to yell at you that I love you so much you’re the only girl I ever see. Fuck, I got so angry because I can’t understand why you feel this way, you’re the only one in my eyes, I can’t stop thinking about your cute self.” A little smile escaped your mouth once he said those words. “I get so frustrated because I don’t know how to tell you how much I love you, Y/n.”

“Maybe you don’t say those words, but you do tell me everyday, JJ. And I love you too, I’m so sorry it gets to me, but it does and I can’t help it.” You covered your face with your hands because you felt the tears going down your cheeks once again.

“No, no.” He grabbed your hands and he wrapped them with his. “Don’t ever feel sorry for how something makes you feel, I get jealous too, you’re so fucking beautiful and I hate it when guys stare at you. I wish I could just fight them and scream in their faces that you’re mine, but I know you hate it when I get into fights.” He let out a little laugh and you nodded with a smile.

“Sometimes I wonder how we ended up here, fighting almost everytime, but... all I know is that I can’t live without you JJ.” For the first time in this conversation, you locked eyes with him and your heart skipped a beat, his eyes looked so beautiful on the slight moon light that was coming from your window. A big smiled appeared on his mouth and you looked at his lips.

“I wouldn’t know what to do without you, Y/n... Fuck.. I would be a mess.” You let a little laugh and nodded.

“Yeah, you would. But I would be too. We’d be worst than when we are together.”

“Then let’s be a mess together till the end of our days, baby.”

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Heated

The Shield/Reader, with a focus on Roman/Reader; 3500 words, smut smut smut

This is A/B/O, but kind of... just the bits of A/B/O I enjoy. So like, heats and lots of come but no knotting.

(And theoretically there is supposed to be a part 2 to this, but yeah, given my record on that, who knows.)

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It's always embarrassed you, how irregular your heat cycle is. Other omegas seem to be able to predict the timing of their heats down to the day, marked safely on the calendar so they can plan ahead, but your own seem to ebb and flow, as if your cycle has a mind of its own.

And the worst of it is that your heats come on hard and fast, so fast that you've often ended up in awkward, sometimes even dangerous situations, unprotected by an alpha when in full heat, unable to isolate yourself.

Most of the alphas you've been with have hated it, dumping you when they can no longer handle the rollercoaster that is your cycle; always putting the blame squarely on you, too prideful to admit they're not up to the task of dealing with it.

But Roman, Seth and Dean are different. They seem to take it all in stride, always managing to somehow get you through your heat even if the timing isn't ideal, finding ways to work around any awkwardness. And the care and understanding they show has meant you've bonded with all three of them on a level that's deeper than you would have ever imagined you're capable of.

Tonight you're in the Shield's private locker room as they gear up ready for a six man tag match, and you haven't felt quite right all day, but you've been so busy that you haven't paid much attention, vaguely assuming it's simply exhaustion.

But then suddenly you start to feel dizzy, faint enough that you have to sit down, your skin tingling hot, a light buzzing sound in your ears, as if the air of the room is vibrating around you.

"Oh, god," you say, closing your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying not to start crying, because the timing couldn't be worse, and you hate this about yourself, that you can't control it in any way.

"What's wrong, baby?" Roman asks you, frowning. He takes a step towards you, and you hear him breathe in, the change in your scent already obvious. "Ohhh," he says. "Another heat."

"Again?" Seth says, incredulous, and though he doesn't exactly sound displeased Roman still shoots him a sharp look, shushing him.

"It's okay," he tells you, sitting down next to you, wrapping one big arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

"But it's nearly time for your match," you say, utterly miserable.

"I know," Roman replies, rubbing your arm. "But it'll be okay, I promise."

"We got time to fuck her before we go out?" Dean asks, sounding eager.  

"No." Roman shakes his head. "We'll need all our energy for the match." He strokes your hair, looking down at your affectionately. "You know you always drain us, baby, with how bad you need it."

"I'm so sorry, I..." You breathe in, because you're already struggling to concentrate, the ache inside you growing into an acutely insistent throb of need, wetness gathering between your legs. "I don't think I can be by myself. Not here." WWE is a hotbed of the most alpha of alphas, and you know that once anyone catches your scent, they'll be after you, unable to resist the lure of your heat.

"We'll lock the door," says Roman.

"You know we always make sure we have a secure room, just in case," Seth chimes in.

"You promise?" you ask anxiously.

"We promise, baby," Roman tells you.

"Wouldn't hurt to have a little extra insurance policy, though?" Dean suggests, and Roman nods, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze as he rises to his feet. He rummages through his bag, pulling out the chastity belt they'll often use on you when you're in heat. There's a small dildo attachment on the crotch of it, and you stand up, breathing in as you look at it.

Your clothes feel too hot and constricting on your body, like they're choking you, and you pull them off impatiently, not caring how you look, your t-shirt nearly getting stuck over your head, ignoring the sound of the zipper on your skirt ripping open, tossing it aside and stepping out of your panties.

You move your feet wider, biting down on the moan rising up in your throat as Roman walks around you, bending lower to guide the dildo inside you, getting it as deep as possible. And though it feels good, it's nowhere near big enough, you think, fretting a little as he fastens the belt into place, adjusting the straps, making sure you're comfortable. You exhale as the padlock on the front clicks into place, and Roman tugs on it, just to be sure.

The key is on a string that he loops around his neck, tucking it under his vest, out of sight.

"All safely locked away," he tells you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, and you whine as he pulls away, trying to hold onto him, but he peels you off him with a kindly smile.

"You good to go?" he asks Seth and Dean, who both nod.

"We're gonna be thinking about you," Seth tells you. "The whole time. Gonna be real hot to fuck you by the time we get back."

Dean inhales a deep breath, staring at you, lust in his eyes. "You sure we don't have time?" he asks, again. "Just a quickie to tide us over?"

"No," Roman replies firmly. "Got to do it right for her, you know that."

Dean shrugs, like he doesn't agree, but he doesn't say anything further, and Roman looks at you. "We'll be back as soon as we can," he assures you. "You just sit tight."

You nod, unable to even speak by now, watching them leave, closing the door behind them.

You note that Roman has locked it from both sides, and you know it's not that they don't trust you, it's just to make sure, but it's still humiliating, that you have to be contained like this, even if it is for your own good.

You throw yourself down on the couch, hand over your eyes, trying to breathe through it, need building inside you until you feel like you might explode, and you don't know how you're going to hold on.

You find a cloth, running it under the cold tap at the sink in the corner of the room and then folding it in half, pressing it to your forehead, dabbing it on your throat, your skin so hot it's almost burning, the coolness barely registering. You sigh, tossing the cloth aside, and pace up and down the room for a while, back and forth, counting your steps, but that only makes it worse, the dildo shifting inside you with every step. Your pussy is dripping wet, slick seeping out the sides of the belt, and you feel yourself clench involuntarily around the dildo, spasming helplessly. It's too small, you think, barely enough to fill you, and it's no good, anyway, because what you're craving inside you is come, alpha come, the only thing that can bring you even the slightest relief when you're in heat.

Your breasts are already starting to swell, firm when you touch them, your nipples taut and hard, and you lick your fingers, teasing the tight peaks, pinching them. You moan, too loud, you know, but you don't care, straddling the arm of the couch, rubbing yourself on it almost mindlessly, but you can't feel anything, the metal of the belt thick enough not to allow you any sensation. You groan in frustration, anger flaring inside you, childish resentment at the fact that your alphas aren't here to take care of you, and the logical part of your brain might know that's unreasonable, but your heat is taking over, and you can't think.

But then, out of nowhere, there's a sharp knock on the door and you jump up, guilty. Your heart races as you stand there, silent, watching as the door handle rattles, but the lock holds.

"Pretty baby," someone croons from outside in a sing-song voice. "I can smell you in there, sweet little omega all alone." You hear them suck in a deep breath, then exhale. "That's a nice heat you got going there, why don't you open the door for me, little one, and I'll give you what you need."

You stay frozen in place, barely daring to breathe, and the handle again rattles, this time with more force. You flinch as the surface of the door resounds with a violent kick, pressing your hand tight over your mouth so you don't gasp aloud, trembling with fear.

There's silence for a minute, and you dare to creep closer to the door, tiptoeing across the carpet, holding your breath. And you can hear something, rhythmic, small wet noises, and then there's a grunt, the sound of something spattering onto the door.

It drips down onto the floor, and you can smell it, and though it's not the same, not from your alphas, you're desperate enough that you let out a broken whine.

A laugh echoes from outside, and then the voice says, "Enjoy that, omega, and  if you ever want a real alpha you can come find me anytime."

Footsteps echo away, and you back up into the furthest corner of the room, sinking down onto the floor, bending your knees up to your chest, tears running hot down your cheeks. You sob, quietly, and you don't know how much time passes, lost in your own private misery, but finally the door opens, and you look up, vision still blurred by tears.

Dean, Seth and Roman are standing there, staring at the door. "Gross," Dean comments.

"Seems like someone had themselves some fun," Seth says, shaking his head.

"Doesn't matter," Roman states. "As long as they stayed out." He walks towards you, asking, "You okay?" And you shake your head, hiccuping out one last sob. "Oh, baby," Roman says, giving you a concerned smile. "You're really not okay, are you?" He takes your hand, pulling you up to your feet.

"C'mon, man," Dean says, grabbing his crotch, rubbing at it. "Get that fucking belt off of her and I'll make her feel better than okay."

"Patience," Roman tells him, pulling the key out from under his vest.

"Yeah, fuck patience," Dean snaps back. "And just so you know, I'm going first."

"Why does he get to go first?" Seth complains.

"It doesn't matter who goes first," Roman says, calmly. "As long as we give her what she needs."

He carefully unlocks the belt, unfastening the straps, lifting it away from your body. You mewl at the feet of the dildo slipping out of your pussy, the thick scent of your heat suddenly filling the room, potent and undeniable. And all three of your alphas practically growl in desire, their spines straightening, standing tall and dominant, predatory instincts awakened, eyes flashing dark, but it's Dean that moves first, as promised, grabbing you. He drags you over to the table at the side of the room, shoving you down onto it face first, his hand tight on the back of your neck, your hips jammed up against the edge, digging into you. You feel him fumble with his pants, barely able to wait, wailing in relief as his cock sinks into you, fucking you, pumping hard.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

You moan, trying to push your hips back into him, pussy tightening rhythmically around him, keeping time with his thrusts, the need of your heat as if trying to pull his orgasm out of him, hungry for his come.

And it doesn't take long for him to finish, letting out a guttural, bitten-off moan as he comes, shooting thick and hot inside you, spurt after spurt, and it feels so good, but it's not enough, barely beginning to slake the thirst of your heat.

He pulls out of you, and Seth's right there, roughly flipping you over onto your back. He lifts up your legs, your ankles resting on his shoulders as he plows his cock into you, deep and hard and fast, holding on to your legs, his teeth gritted, face twisted up in desire.

His hips piston, thrusting with enough violence that you have to hold on to the edges of the table, your head rolling back, chest arching up towards him, your body begging for what you need.

And you see him close his eyes, tensing as his orgasm hits him, his cock releasing inside you, alpha come filling you yet again, but it only seems to make you want more.

His cock slips out of you, and you slide down onto the floor, legs so weak you doubt they could hold you, but Roman's sitting on the couch, waiting, and he beckons to you. "Come here, my sweet girl," he says, and you crawl over to him, letting him help you up into his lap, facing him, sitting astride his thighs. His hands are on your waist, pulling you up onto your knees, closer to him so your breasts are right in his face, and he nuzzles at them, humming in delight.

They're even more swollen now, taut and tender as he kisses your skin, licking, sucking on the hard peaks of your nipples, so sensitive it's almost unbearable.

It forever astonishes you that he can take his time with you like this when you're in heat, because the man has self-control like no alpha you've ever known, but Roman's special, always worth the wait even if right now you're too impatient to think about anything but his cock.

He gets one hand between your legs, pushing his palm firm up against the fullness of your clit, and you rut yourself on it, your hips working, feeling Seth and Dean's come leaking slowly out of you, gasping as Roman's teeth sink into the flesh of your breast, biting down hard enough to mark you.

You whine as he removes his hand, your hips still moving helplessly even though all that's there now is now empty air, and he kisses your mouth, tongue teasing frustratingly light over your lips.

"Yeah, you want Daddy's cock, don't you?" he murmurs. "Need more of that alpha come."

You nod at him, wide-eyed and desperate, and he smiles at you, hauling you up off his lap.

He sets you down on the floor, on your knees, turning you around so you're facing the couch, arms braced on the edge of the seat in front of you, and you arch your spine, your knees apart, pussy wet and hungry for him.

You pant, barely able to control your breathing you're so dizzy with anticipation, but then Roman slides into you, cock thick and slow, filling you up until you feel like you can't take anymore, and when he's as deep as he'll go, bottomed out inside you, he stops, not moving.

You're whining with every exhale, shaking all over, but Roman can't be rushed.

"Yeah," he says, softly. "So tight, aren't you?" He shifts himself slightly, and you moan at the feel of it. "Never had an omega like you, baby girl, full in heat but so hot and tight on my cock." He lets out a breathless, careless laugh, and you feel tears burning hot in your eyes, your whole being consumed with nothing but want. "Fuck you all night and that sweet pussy will still try and milk me for more."

You squirm, trying to move yourself on him, but he's ruthlessly unyielding, a solid wall behind you.

"You need to let go," he orders, gently yet firmly, "and let me take care of you." He rests one hand in the curve of your back, just above your ass, and you focus on your breath, inhaling and then exhaling, knowing that you have to stop fighting it, that you need to surrender, give yourself and your heat over to him, submit to the will of a true alpha.

You feel your body start to relax, trusting him, and it's only then that he starts to fuck you, slowly at first, but building in intensity and speed until he's pounding into you, holding onto your hips, your pussy so wet with slick that the noise of it seems to fill the room like something obscene.

Roman leans forward, hands either side of yours on the edge of the couch, his body over yours, broad chest pressed to your back. You feel as if you're being consumed by him, fucked until you're split wide open, nothing but a vessel for this need and when he finally comes it's like a rush, ecstasy and relief all at once, because this is what you've been craving, and you don't want it to ever stop, his cock pumping into you until you're so high you're not sure you'll ever come down from it.

But then at last he's done, pulling out of you, and you slump down, sitting on your heels on the floor, swaying slightly, the room feeling as if it's moving slowly around you. And Dean's already hard again, right there with his cock in your face. He gets one hand on your jaw, forcing your mouth open, pushing himself in past your lips, thrusting. And you're way too far gone to do anything but let him take what he needs, your heat meaning your throat is just as open as your pussy, and he goes deep, over and over until he's coming so hard that you struggle to keep up. You swallow as much as you can, lapping up the taste, the rest dripping warm down your chin.

He backs off, and you lean against the couch, exhausted, barely able to stay upright. And you can't even imagine the sight you must make, breathing hard, sweating, come and spit all over your face but Roman, Seth and Dean only gaze at you like you're the most beautiful thing they've ever seen.

"You want her again?" Roman asks Seth, who shakes his head.

"Nah, I'll wait," he says. "We should get on the road."

"Yeah, it's getting late," Dean agrees, and they begin to pack up their bags.

You sit quietly, watching, only standing up when Roman brings one of his hoodies over to you, helping you put it on. He knows it's uncomfortable for you to wear too many clothes when you're in heat, but you need to be covered, and the hoodie is soft, comfortingly imbued with his scent, big enough that it reaches mid-thigh on your smaller frame.

But Seth looks at you, frowning. "Should we clean her up a little first?" he asks. "Can we get her out of here like this?"

"She's fine," Roman replies, no trace of doubt in his voice.

"Everyone's gonna to be able to smell her," says Dean, sounding unsure. "I mean, every alpha in the place will be after her."

Seth smirks, laughing. "Might be fun to stir up some trouble with the opposition, boys."

"They know their place," Roman says. "She's ours." But then he frowns to himself. "Still," he adds, "better put this back on her." He picks up the chastity belt, taking off the dildo attachment, and then he seems to think for a moment before going through one of his bags, producing a small, remote-controlled vibe.

And you whimper in discomforted anticipation, because you know how that's going to feel inside you, your pussy already so overstimulated that it will be way too much for you to deal with.

"Just for on the ride, baby girl," Roman tells you. "Got to keep you nice and hot for us."

You shake your head no, pouting in distress.

"Hey," Roman says, firmly. "You need to trust us." He cradles your face in one hand, his thumb stroking tender across your cheek. "Don't we always take care of you?"

And you nod, biting your lip, knowing you need to accept his authority.  

"Hold her," he directs Seth, who stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You squirm a little, whining in protest, but Roman pays no attention, pushing the vibe into your pussy. It slips in easily with how wet you are, nestling up against your walls, and you bite down on your bottom lip, breathing out, because even the presence of it inside you is reigniting the intensity of your heat, urges beginning to return in full force.

"Don't worry," Roman says with a smile, clearly observing your reaction, "we won't turn it on yet."

You shift restlessly as he and Seth help you into the chastity belt, fastening it, locking it tightly, securing you for no one's use but theirs, under their protection.

You breathe out as Roman drops a brief kiss on your lips before draping one arm protectively over your shoulders.

"Ready, boys?" he asks.

"Ready," Seth agrees.

"Always," Dean says.

"Then let's go," says Roman, and he opens the door.

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Momentum - Chapter Three

SUMMARY |  After a month of static noise and not seeing Choi Soobin, he finally turns up at your door. However, something he doesn’t expect when he finally sees you is a fight and a new man making his way into your life. 

PAIRING | Soobin X Reader

CATEGORY | college au, crush, slow burn, fight, angst, etc.

WORD COUNT | 1.9k

WARNINGS | swearing, ANGST, bitterness lol.

SONG REC |

PLAYLIST | momentum playlist

Preview / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four

A/N: Very short chapter, I’ll be posting another chapter later in the week. Also ya gurl didn’t proofread, bc I’m too out of it for that, lmao. Enjoy!

A month.

It has been an entire month since you have heard anything from Choi Soobin, and you’d be worried if you weren’t so absolutely pissed off.

His last text has gone from comforting to annoying, and now whenever you glance at it during the odd hours of the morning (you dwell in his messages at 3 am, reading but never replying), it makes you feel sick.

I’ve been studying, working, and going off campus a ton lately. I’ll get back to you when I can. I’m sorry.

But apparently, he wasn’t that sorry. Not sorry enough to respond within the entire month of December, and now campus is coated in a thick layer of snow. The weeks flew by. No word from Soobin, whatsoever. Now that you think about it, pissed off might be the understatement of the year.

This is why, during a Friday night study session cooped up in your dorm room, the last person you expect to see is the one and only Choi Soobin; standing outside your door, looking guilty as all hell.

You didn’t have enough raspberry iced tea in your system to be able to handle it.

“Hi.” He says, voice hopeful for an entire second before he’s back to frowning.

You look him up and down before meeting his eyes again. You don’t reply.

“Can I come in?” He speaks again, looking over your shoulder, presumably at the clutter of study materials on your desk and bed. You’re still wordless, debating on whether or not you should actually let Soobin in. Realistically and metaphorically.

The longer you look up at him, the more on edge he gets. He’s starting to shift his weight and bite at the skin of his lips before you finally step aside. He’s just crossed the threshold between the hallway and your room before he’s talking again.

“I’m just gonna say it - and I just want you to listen - I’m gone a lot.”

You close the door and brush past him, deciding in the moment to not look at him anymore. He knows. Okay. So, you’d prefer to stare at the white walls than into his eyes now. Because he knows, and he’s known the whole time. It doesn’t make it sting any less.

“I don’t reply to your messages and we don’t go on dates anymore like we used to. I know that, Y/N.”

He continues, “I just… I study. I have a job, I see my roommates and my friends. I have honor’s society, and clubs, and all the other stuff that I deal with on a daily basis, and it makes it really really hard to breathe, let alone have free time sometimes.”

“You’re gone a lot.” You confirm, knowing that both you and Soobin know he never has free time, “That much is clear.”

“No that’s not-” Soobin backtracks, suddenly running his hands over his face before he takes a deep breath. You can practically feel him gathering his thoughts.

“Everything else aside, I have you in my life now.”

You finally meet his eyes and you feel yourself deflate. You notice the bags under his, the dark skin showing how close he is to finally shutting down. You notice the unkept strands of his hair you failed to notice before. The way his hoodie strings are pulled unevenly, and how one of his shoes isn’t even tied all the way. It all falls into place.

“I have you and you matter to me.”

It’s silent for a few moments, and you don’t know if it’s your turn to speak.

“I like you and you scare the fuck out of me, Y/N. I don’t do this, and especially with someone like you I- It’s terrifying. It’s terrifying because I have all these things I always have to upkeep, and I have no real prior knowledge on relationships at all, and I already know I fucked up.”

You let him continue.

“I fucked up so bad and the longer it got, the worse it felt to even try to justify what I did. You can’t even guess how many times I paced outside your door at midnight trying to build up the courage to just knock.”

“Is this your way of apologizing, or just feeding me with excuses?”

Your words slice through the air and they make Soobin fall quiet. You expect to feel worse after saying them, but you don’t. A fucking month. You sigh internally.

“I’m not-”

“It doesn’t take over a month to text someone again, Soobin. I don’t expect all your time - hell, I barely have time, but it’s not hard to send someone a single text back!”

For a flash, you feel like you could be going overboard

“I didn’t come here to argue with you, Y/N.”

“Just came expecting me to accept your apology right off the bat, then?”

This shuts Soobin up, and you suddenly realize how heavy you’re breathing.

“Get out.”

You don’t know if it’s the best idea you’ve ever had, but looking at him is only fueling your anger. You can feel your pulse racing under your skin.

“W-what?” He asks incredulously, “You aren’t even letting me explain-”

“You had a fucking month to explain. You had hours and days and weeks, to explain, Soobin. You’re too late.”

Soobin opens his mouth to try explaining again, to try and convince you his reasoning behind ignoring you for so long, but the words never leave his lips.

Without another word, he lets his head hang low in acceptance. Soobin turns, takes a few long strides to your door, and exits.

Once he’s gone, you finally allow yourself to break down.

He didn’t even hesitate.

It is nearly past the month of January when you finally feel yourself start to get into the groove of things again. You took a week to reset, did some self care, and even bought a new outfit. As far as anyone was concerned, you were flushing Soobin out of your system. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

It is a Thursday afternoon when you see Soobin again. You signed up for an art class to fill a gen-ed elective, and even though the drop date was just around the corner, you hadn’t expected any new students to enroll this far into the month.

Cue the headache.

Soobin takes his seat across the room from you, and you aren’t even sure he sees you in the first place because of how he keeps his eyes down. If he does, you’re none the wiser.

“We’re working in pairs today on your watercolor pieces. Please get your canvases and paints from the back and try to keep the noise to a minimum.” Your instructor informs the class. You were genuinely excited for this class when you signed up, and art was something you enjoyed occasionally. You decide to just ignore Soobin. If he doesn’t care, you don’t have to either.

“Do you want me to get your canvas for you?” A voice suddenly asks to your left. You perk up at the sound and meet eyes with a boy you’ve never met before.

His hair is dark and parted down the middle, and his features are pretty. You’re surprised for a few seconds before you finally speak.

“Oh- it’s okay, I can get it.”

The boy shakes his head, his bangs fluffing around a bit, “It’s no trouble really, I can carry two.”

“What about the paint?” You ask nicely.

The boy hums for a second before grinning, “Okay, new plan. I get the canvases, you get the paint.”

This makes you giggle. Before you can overthink it, you’re nodding and standing with him, stepping around other students to make your way to the back of the room where all the supplies lie.

“By the way-” He says, leaning his head down a bit so you can hear him better in the already loud room, “-I’m Heeseung. Lee Heeseung.”

You extend your hand and watch as Heeseung chuckles a bit. He shakes your hand politely.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you, Heeseung.”

The next hour of class is spent mixing paints and trying to complete your project as Heeseung sneakily tries to smear paint on your skin. Only near the end of class do you two actually chat without painting simultaneously, brushes already put away.

“So what’s your major?” Heeseung asks you softly, chin propped in the palm of his hand as he looks at you kindly.

“Visual Communication with an emphasis in Design.”

“That’s really cool!” He says, eyes wide. Heeseung is kind, this you’ve learned over the past hour. Friendly and kind. You really feel like he’s a good guy.

“Thank you,” You grin at him, “What about you?”

“Music Production and Dance.” He says easily. It’s your turn to be surprised. Of course, he had the physique for it, but you were still really impressed. You wouldn’t have guessed music or dance.

“Okay that’s way cooler than mine! Do you do dance club or anything too?”

Heeseung suddenly turns bashful, nodding a bit, “Something like that, yeah.”

Your attention is suddenly pulled away from him as the professor speaks up again, announcing that class is dismissed for the day. You’re about to take your canvas to the back to dry, but Heeseung has already gathered it in his hand carefully, along with his own in the other.

He smiles at you again before turning and walking toward the drying rack, leaving you alone. You take this opportunity to finally let your eyes wander the room, meeting eyes with the last person you’d expect to be watching you.

Soobin’s face is stoic, but his eyes are ablaze. You know that he just saw the entire ordeal with Heeseung, and it wouldn’t surprise you if he had seen it the entire class. It’s awkward to say the least, and you don’t know how long you can hold his gaze as he blinks back at you.

“Everything okay?” Heeseung asks innocently when he gets back, moving to put his backpack over his shoulders. You can only imagine how stressed out you look.

“Yeah, everything’s good.” You shake off the feeling and look back up at him, nodding.

Heeseung smiles and then tilts his head a bit, “I was wondering if you wanted to do something sometime. Do you like coffee?”

You weren’t used to boys asking you out so easily, and it takes you aback for a moment. You know Heeseung means well, but you can’t help but feel a twinge of pain in your heart. The last person who asked you out like this was Soobin, and the irony that he is watching this all go down from across the room is not lost on you.

“I… I like coffee.” You reply, smiling at Heeseung. He looks relieved after hearing your words.

“How does Saturday sound?” He asks, pulling out his phone. You nod and type your number into the device before passing it back to him, “Saturday’s great.”

“Great,” He nods, smiling fully now. You notice how nice his teeth are momentarily, before meeting his eyes again. They are half crescents, adorably endearing as he beams down at you. You take a deep breath.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ll see you on Saturday.” And then he’s turning on his heel and walking out of the class, leaving you smiling still.

It’s less than thirty seconds before your phone vibrates in your back pocket, and you’re positive it’s Heeseung. Instead of reaching for your phone, though, you stand there, eyes staring at the now vacant chair across the room.

The room is fully empty now, and you’re left completely alone.

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[dovveling]

I've been summoned

🙄 - Write your character explaining a topic to someone they’re frustrated with :3

(Oh this should be fun— maybe Iolas trying to explain to Lucio that he can’t simply do whatever he wants at an upcoming party)

He’s late. Again. Tiresome was the feeling Iolas was trying to shake off as he sat within the count chambers. The silver-haired magician had once again been summoned to help with the upcoming summer masquerade and once again the magician’s already short patience was dwindling. This had been the third time the blonde bobblehead summoned him and the third time the moron couldn’t show up on time.

The first two times Iolas simply gave up. Waiting longer than ten minutes for anything was beyond the easily distractible court magician. Iolas figured if his time was worth anything to Lucio then it was also worth showing up on time for. This already put the silver-haired man in a mood— as if he wasn’t always constantly in one. Unfortunately, Lucio already acknowledges this, which is why Iolas stays this time. He knows when Lucio is trying to get under his skin and he’s never been one to let others get what they want. That and it will just be more annoying the further they push this meeting along.

Annoying. That’s exactly how Lucio enters and that’s exactly the expression Iolas gives him when the pristine gilded doors fly open.

“Ah— there you are my pet!” Lucio more than comically struts over to the sitting magician knowing full well his untimely entrance has ruffled his lover's feathers. This does not deter the count however from placing a very dramatic kiss on the silver-haired man’s hand. Now, now. What do you always tell me when I pout?” Lucio’s grin cracks wider as he pinches the shorter man's cheeks together. “Be careful or you might just get stuck that way—“ the blonde’s voice was sing-song before abruptly being cut off by Iolas’ physical interruption.

“Would you kindly stop talking for once in your life?” An eye roll and a full breathed huff leaves the magician as he stands, shoving the count to the side as Iolas’ heels click past him. Rubbing the headache away Iolas claps his hands together. “You summoned me. I’m here. Are we going to talk about it or do I have to sit around here all day?” Iolas fixes himself in the full-length mirror trying to keep his annoyance at bay. Just as Lucio is about to rebuttal, Iolas quickly stops him w a signal of his hand and answers his question.

“Never mind. You wanted me to help you pick out an outfit, isn’t that what you said?” Iolas sneers, but it’s met with Lucios own smug look. The taller man’s wicked smile barely wavers at the sight of his disappointed lover. Slowly Lucio walks behind the shorter man to hold them against his chest. Begrudgingly Iolas melts, but the embers of his anger still simmer just below. Lucio seems to sense this as he speaks now carefully into the other's neck. “What’s got you so pissed huh— I promised we’d be matching this time that way you don’t have to change in case we clash like last time.” The smile against Iolas' neck feels like an eye dropper to a wildfire.

“That’s not it.” The Magician huffs out another breath and turns to face his lover his time. Slowly he traces over the sleek design of the blonde's face. Imagining how lovely a kiss would be if he wasn’t so ready to fight this man. Still, Iolas takes Lucio's chin in between his fingers and inspects him. He wants to chuckle at the way Lucio lets him. He’s like a show dog. “When are you going to learn you can’t keep acting like you own this place. Huh?” The words hiss out of him with the hope that they seep into Lucio like poison. As Iolas relents Lucio physically groans and pulls away from the embrace.

“I caaaan do whatever I want!” Lucio whines with more voice of a child than a man. “I’m back in the saddle we’ve apologized and everything’s all good! Ya know like how you said after you explained it all to Noddy—“ Iolas cuts him off there with a curt wave of his hand but before he can speak he has to brace himself to not just lock Lucio away in his room and leave the man to his own devices.

“That is the exact opposite of what happened. We agreed under my watchful eye that you are under strict— and temporary— terms of service to the palace.” As Iolas explains this he watches Lucio crawl into a red and gold adorned love seat. The taller man looking for an escape tries his best to give his court magician the best fireside eyes he can muster. If anything Iolas’ glare only sharpens. “Are you even listening to me? if you fuck this up there are no second chances mister—”

But Lucio is already pouring wine and handing one over to Iolas with a particular eye. 

“Right. Yes! Okaaaay— A better question is when are you going to trust me my pet, hmm?” Lucio takes a sip and eggs Iolas closer with the drink knowing all too well what the other man is thinking. Iolas only peers at the drink with disdain. Something in him finally has had it for today and with three loud steps, Iolas looms over the sitting count and grabs the distracted man by his collar.

An auditable gulp is heard from the blonde as Iolas cinches the collar flush against Lucio’s neck. Slowly the taller man is starting to sweat at the idea of his lover being angry with him. “H-hey— now Pet, come on you know I—” Iolas stopped him with one firm shake and a deadly look in his eye. Iolas simply stares him down as he tightens his hold on the other man relishing as he watches the other man loses face as he chokes. “Ah— kay I promise I promise!” Lucio huffs out his grip on the wine glasses deadly close to being limp but he catches himself right as his lover releases him and when Iolas lets go Lucio isn’t sure if his blush is from his lack of air or not.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Iolas smiles his mood suddenly lifting as he sits on Lucio's lap and watches him slowly gather himself. While the count collects himself Iolas happily takes the second glass from the other man and sips it with a new found sense of calm. Then with a deep adjustment in his throat, Lucio opens his mouth dumbly for a second only to shut it as he takes in his lover so high up on his lap. This causes his blush to spread further down his neck as he looks at the man in front of him.

“You know I love getting bullied by you but if your gonna start something you could at least finish it too ya know.” Now Lucio is pouting and Iolas can’t help but laugh wholeheartedly. Iolas gives him a knowing look before kissing the other's face. The blonde stops him before he can say exactly what he knows Iolas wants to say.

“Really though— I swear no funny business or tricks or funny business tricks.” The wine passes Iolas' lips and He snickers as he looks over how fidgety Lucio’s has gotten. A good sign, seeing as now the blonde knows this is business.

Iolas' can’t help but smile at Lucio's still redden face, he wasn’t expecting this it seems.

 “Well, we can maybe have one little game just between us.” Iolas speaks as if he’s considering it but he’s already aware it’s impossible to have Lucio perform completely without error. ‘It’s best to shoot for the lowest amount possible’ the magician admits to himself. Lucio however looks as if he’s the cat who got the crème. “HA! I knew you wouldn’t dry up on me you always pull pranks— come on then tell me what you have planned.” Iolas laughs at the wording, all frustration gone. This party certainly was going to be an interesting one.

#OKAY i don't feel so bad about this one #sorry this was so long but i was kinda having fun with it #thanks again bestie i hope you enjoy this accidental choking kink drabble #my writting #ask box #oc apprentice #the arcana mc #lucio x apprentice

[awilddreamermain]

Hi, Chels! Congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! You deserve every follower and more! That is a threat, I'm holding everyone hostage 🔪

I would love to get a MHA matchup, I wanna see who you'd match me with! Got me so curious! SFW & NSFW if you'd be willing!

My name is Chloe but I prefer May, nicknames include May-May, Maybell or Chlo.

I'm 25, pronouns are she/he, Cancer Moon, Aries Sun and Virgo Rising. Quite the weird mash of zodiacs, huh?

My favorite colors are pink (that soft pastel kinda baby pink), red (especially blood/garnet red) and...can I add pink again? Any shade of pink this time. Bubblegum or hot pink.

Favorite AU's include A/B/O, Mafia, Historical, Fantasy and does Mythical Creatures count?

Oh...oh boy, I gotta look deep for some fun facts that aren't just...facts but I'll do my best!

1) My sneezes are so short and high pitched I go "chu".

2) I have vitiligo, makes me look like a dog because it's mostly around my mouth and my right eye so I have a spot!

3) I have atrocious balance, my knees and shins are always banged up because I cannot for the life of me walk correctly.

4) I have a stutter, on top of speaking so quickly it turns into a jumbled mess. So good luck understanding what I said because I have no idea either.

5) I have a growing unicorn plush collection. My favorite is Cupcake, one that's actually taller than I am. Big chunk.

My likes are pretty simple. Cute & soft sweaters, blankets, warm coffee and strawberry milk, pastries and the cold! Winter is my favorite season. History, particularly the Medieval and Victorian times.

My interests revolve around creativity and you could say they're my hobbies as well. Drawing in particular, I used to do digital but I'm stuck with traditional pencil and paper at the moment. I'm dipping my toes into painting and its very fun! Obviously writing and reading and if I'm not doing of those listed then I'm definitely playing video games.

Personality I might say I'm quite split down the middle. At first, to a complete stranger I might come across as cold, stoic, with a resting bitch face, that just wants to get whatever I'm outside for done so I can leave. I'd create a witty or sarcastic comeback if I was given sass by a Karen but with my speech issues? I'd be lucky to get one coherent word out at her...and spend the rest of the day fantasizing what could've happened. So I'm rather quiet, agoraphobia hits hard in large or crowded places so I'm an anxiety riddled mess on the verge of a panic attack. In private or with people that I'm comfortable with? Complete opposite. Happy, bubbly, cracking puns and jokes so get those groan worthy reactions. I try to be the "mom friend" and get over my issues if someone is having it worse, I'll march up to a counter and ask for ketchup if someone wanted it but was too scared to do it themselves. The shoulder to lean and cry on, I'm highly empathetic and understanding, compassionate at times. But I have to actively try and keep myself positive and say good things about myself because I do fall into the pit of self-loathing and hate.

For appearance I'd say I'm average height, pale with white splotches that are inching larger due to my vitiligo, chubby, ashy blonde, blue eyes, button nose. I'd say I'm decently cute? I don't know if I can rate myself.

Okay I know I said I'd be looking into Zodiac compatibility for this but— I literally just screamed internally "KIRISHIMA" when I was reading this. You two would be perfect omg. This Libra king would do anything for you. For this you're an artist and the daughter of a mafia boss :) I like to think of ship names sometimes so like, yours would either be like Eijmay or Mayjirou or Kiriloe— that last one and first are awful I know so lets go with the second? I can't write a proper stutter for the life of me so I tried to keep your dialogue to the minimum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AU: Mafia

⠀Theme Song: You're The One That I Want - Alex & Sierra

How you meet (his point of view):

⠀⠀The gallery was full of black and white suits, tight, floor length dresses with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses meeting his ears. It was a joyous evening, celebrating the wonderful art work created by the boss's daughter. He had never met her before but he had heard whispers, all good as no one would dare slander the name of their leader's precious little girl. You were the boss's pride and joy, thus he kept you as far away from the darker side of the family business as possible.

⠀⠀Kirishima was still a new hire, a bodyguard of sorts and would consider this his first gig. He had an idea of who he was looking for as he walked further into the mass of people admiring your work but didn't expect what he would eventually come across. You were as far away from the crowd as you possibly could be, guzzling glasses of wine and over all appearing to be a deer in headlights. He couldn't fugure out for the life of him why you seemed so frightened until he watched people approach you to talk, noticing the stutter in your voice when you replied to questions and greetings,your body language telling people to stear clear of you.

⠀⠀So, he did what he was hired to do. "Kindly step away from the lady." He said with a smile, approaching with his large arms crossing over his broad chest as he towered over the guests. They looked at him as if he were a giant shark looking to devour them before scurrying away, leaving the two of you alone. He stood quietly, listening to the voices on the other side of his ear piece as his ruby eyes scanned the area around you. He made sure to not stand so close and avoided in letting his gaze wander.

⠀⠀He couldn't help but admire your skin in quick glances, finding the spot over your eye to be quite adorable. Your silky, ask blonde hair was all dolled up for the event, light make up on your face but not enough to cover the vitiligo. You were stunning and his heart hammered against his chest. So the rumors were true.

⠀⠀You thanked him, voice quiet and careful as you set down your wine glass and clasped your hands together. Out of the corner of his eye he watched you twiddle your thumbs. You didn't want to be here, did you? This obviously wasn't your idea, how could it be? A girl like you, timid as a mouse, didn't want to be surrounded by strangers. "Miss..." He began, thinking carefully because the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the boss and likely get himself killed. But this was his job wasn't it? Making sure you were happy and safe? "Would you like to leave here for a bit? We'll come back of course, but you look like you need some air."

Extra.

He ended up taking you to a drive thru restaurant and got you whatever you wanted, letting you talk about whatever you wanted or sat quietly if you chose not to talk at all If it was quiet in the suv then that was fine too, he just wanted to help you in any way he could. Eventually the silence becomes small talk and then leads to a rather deep conversation about whatever the hell was going on inside that beautiful brain of yours. Kirishima wasn't the smartest man but he wasn't stupid, he wasn't as clueless as most thought he was. You told him how your father made you do this as an attempt to get you out there, to socialize and possibly find a suitor. This was the mafia after all.

The Confession:

⠀⠀It was a tradition now, every Sunday you and Eijirou would go to your favorite café to have coffee and enjoy the early day weather before it got too hot. You sit at the same table, in the same chairs with him facing the door. You get the same drinks and food and just overall enjoy each others company. After that night at the gallery you two became fast friends, which your father obviously had to approve of but thankfully he did. Kirishima was a good man, he's trustworthy and puts you before himself.

⠀⠀The day he approached your father and asked to speak in private was the day he knew he was likely to get thrown in the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean. He has confessed his feelings for you to your old man, who listened intently with a blank face behind his desk. "Sir, I'm in love with your daughter, and with your blessing I'd like to... court her." He was utterly terrified when your father cleared his throat and sighed, shifting where he sat so he could stand and move around the desk. He reached out for a handshake which Kirishima looked up at him with a questioning look.

⠀⠀Your father gave his blessing and now... He just had to tell you, his best friend, that he loved you. God he loved you so much— "Kiri," you interrupted his thoughts, bringing him crashing back to reality," a-are you alright? You seem nervous." He swallowed hard in response but cleared his throat, taking a sip of his cappuccino.

⠀⠀"Oh yeah— definitely." He breathed with a laugh, moving a hand to the back of his neck to scratch. How was he going to say it? "So, uh—" he licked his lips, adjusting himself in his seat multiple times until he groaned and leaned forward. "Fuck, I'm just gonna say it— Maybell, I love you. I have for a long time now and I talked to your father and he said—"

⠀⠀"Said what, Eijirou?" Your eyes widened at his confession and he felt like a complete idiot. Should he had said something to you first? Was this a mistake? What if you didn't feel the same way? God his mind was going to explode—

⠀⠀"That I could... court you. With your permission." You were quick to nod and smile to his surprise, which prompted a grin if his own.

Extra.

Kirishima HAS to be facing the door in any public place you go to. I don't make the rules.

He never let's you walk close to the road, he has to be between you and it at all times when you're walking.

He oders your food and drinks for you when you can't but is there for moral support when you do. He wants you comfortable and happy. He wouldn't ever dare get in your way though, you're a lot stronger and braver than most may think you are.

The Relationship:

⠀⠀On days like this, Kirishima can't help but admire you. He catches himself staring wuite often but he just can't help it. What did he do to deserve such a beautiful partner? He looks at you and all he can think about is how much he loves you and wants to see you smile. He watched you from the kitchen island, leaning against it as you waltz around the kitchen in your pinky fuzzy slippers and one of his shirts that's much, much too big on you. He remembers your surprise when you found his clothing was actually too big on you and how happy you were.

⠀⠀"Maybell?" He hums, adjusting his stance and crossing his arms on the counter. He listened for you to him back in response, a smile on his lips. "You look so cute in my clothes.

⠀⠀You giggled, shaking your head and continued putting the dishes away until Eijirou appeared behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and his forehead coming down on your shoulder. "Need somethin' baby?" You turned your head just slightly, a brow cocked inquisitively. He squeezed you in response, swiftly lifting you and making you squeal. Thankfully you didn't have anything in your hands at the moment. He peppered kisses all over the side of your face, setting you down only to lift you again bridal style.

⠀⠀"I've got all I need right here in my arms." He chuckled and you playfully smacked his chest, letting him carry you to your shared bedroom.

Extra.

TICKLE FIGHTS.

He thinks your sneezes are the cutest thing in the world.

He loves your god awful puns, they crack him up every time.

Adores the fact you're a nurturer, especially with your friends. He thinks you'd make a great mother but if that's something you don't want he respects that.

You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you? Eijirou is always there to be your shoulder to lean and cry on, he's your sound board and is always happy to let you talk about your feelings with him. You're allowed to not be happy and bubbly all the time, he realizes how staying positive all the time can actually do more damage than goof, especially if you bottle everything up.

If on a particular day you're struggling with your speech he's happy to be your voice as well. He understands you better than anyone, even your own father.

Speaking of your father, he can't wait to make Eijirou his son-in-law! He's a good man with a good heart and treats you right, what's not to like?

He has trouble saying no to you and spoils you quite a bit.

The Fights:

...

Extra.

There's nothing, what you say goes and all he can say is "yes dear". He knows better than to argue with you, however when he's right and he knows he is, he finds a way to prove it without making you mad.

The Sex:

⠀⠀"Fuck baby—" he hissed, hands finding your hips and guiding you as you rub yourself on his cock. Your hands are on his thighs and your head is tossed back, giving him the perfect view of your tits. God he loves them, he loves the plush skin of your stomach and your thighs, your ass too, he loved seeing all of you. He was so happy that you allow him this privilege of seeing you, granted you've been dating a while now but still. Your sounds are music to his ears and all he wants is to make more, make you feel so good you're calling his name and making a mess.

He wanted— no, needed, to feel you, to feel inside your warm and wet cunt, to feel it squeeze him and milk him dry. He was quick to flip the two of you over, careful to not hurt you as he did. You gasped and giggled, reaching up to hold his face as he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He loved your taste, he could go on and on about all the things he loved about you all day if he could. "You want it baby?" You nodded excitedly, lip caught between your teeth. He smirked and reached between the two of you, thick fingers tracing a line between your lips and slipping inside your soaked pussy.

"D-Daddy—" you whine, a slight pout on your lips as your face morphs into one of pleasure. He chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before removing them and grabbing his cock. He coated it more in your slick, guiding it between tge lips of your cunt before slowly pushing inside, groaning at how tight you are. You squeal of course, gasping for breath because Kirishima is an impressive size, you still struggled to take him sometimes but like a good girl you always managed.

"That's my good girl." He cooed, moving so his forearms were on either side of your head. He gave a couple test thrusts, waiting for you to adjust u til you nodded for him to continue.

Extra.

Terrified of activating his quirk while he's fucking you, but he keeps himself under control.

He loves his hair pulled and he loves to be bitten, he especially likes it when you scratch his back when he hits that good spot.

Eats you out for his pleasure mostly, but for yours as well. He loves when you grind on his face and moan his name when you do it. Speaking of, please sit on his face, he loves that shit. He knows how to be careful of his teeth!

If you have pets they CANNOT be in the same roon when you're doing the do, it's just weird.

He'd happily bend you over in the kitchen and do you right there. Hell, he'll fuck you anywhere you deem suitable.

He likes to do a mixture if praise and degradation with you, and edging and overstimulation is a big go-to. He just loves seeing you squirm under him, hr loves hearing you beg and say you need him.

#dreamer's 800 follower event

[lixie-lovie]

Coincidence | skz

Chan x Reader

producer!chan x reader

Summary: This wasn’t exactly how you expected to meet the producer of your first comeback song, but...

Genre: fluff; idol!chan, producer!chan, idol!reader (solo)

Word Count: 2k words

Warnings: A few swear words but that’s about it.

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     You are late. You are so damn late. It is your first day being tasked with working with a new producer at your company. A producer who will be helping you with a few of your new songs for your first comeback. You have never personally met him, but you have heard many things about him. One thing you know for sure though is that everyone has told you this guy does not like to wait around and you are so fucking late. 

You were so busy preparing your schedule for all of the upcoming shoots and recording sessions last night that you passed out at your desk during the early hours of the morning. Only to find that you had forgotten in the midst of things to set your alarm for your 11 o’clock meeting with your new producer Bang Chan. When you woke up at 12 o’clock and had 17 missed calls from your manager you knew you were screwed. So, while muttering every prayer you could think of so that you wouldn’t be fired on the spot, you did everything you could to speed run your morning routine to make it to the recording studio while your producer was hopefully still there.

After haphazardly putting yourself together trying to rush to your car you realized you hadn’t brought yourself anything to eat and you had definitely missed breakfast. After mulling over the pros and cons you decided fuck it and made a right turn to head toward the nearest Starbucks knowing recording sessions for hours without food would probably only piss your new producer off. Besides, you were already late and you had heard he liked coffee. Hopefully getting him some on the way would be enough to forgive you.

After ordering your favorite drink, snack, and something for Bang Chan too you walked out of the small restaurant as quickly as possible. As you opened the doors to the cool air, you took a moment to breathe and collect yourself. You felt almost peaceful for the first time this morning before a sudden shout could be heard from behind you that was getting increasingly louder. 

“Hey! HEY!!! That’s my car!” You watched in awe as the young man who was just behind you shoved you aside, made you spill the drinks you were holding, and continued on without even stopping to look at you as he saw the truck pulling away with his car attached. Fuming, you continued to watch with clenched teeth as he cursed and pulled out his phone from a black bag on his shoulder. You looked down at your now ruined white dress shirt and sighed, running your hands through your hair. Picking up one of the soiled cups in a tight fist you clenched your jaw and began to march your way up to the perpetrator.

“Hey! Who do you think you are, huh? I get you’re in distress but watch where you’re going!!” You yell as you wave your now empty cup and point at your ruined shirt. He groans as he turns around to face you. His eyes widen as he stares down at you. Your breath quickly gets caught in your throat as you choke down any further complaints. Once you get a good look at his face you almost completely forget about your anger. He’s gorgeous.

Right as you remember why you’re standing there and that you should be on your way to the studio right now you notice his expression change. He narrows his eyes at you and licks his lips before turning around to completely ignore you and walk away while muttering something to his phone that sounds awfully like “Felix, how am I supposed to get to the studio now?” And “that meeting was supposed to be an hour and a half ago!”

You feel the anger slowly leaving your body as you realize he probably is extremely frustrated and didn’t mean to bump into like that. You bite your lip as you contemplate what to do next. Taking a few cautious steps forward you try to listen for a break in his conversation to say something to him when he suddenly sighs deeply and says “I guess I’ll just take a cab..”

He then drops his phone into his bag quickly to haphazardly run his hands through his hair. While you’re watching and waiting tentatively to speak you barely catch him whisper, “Shit, I don’t have enough money on me for a cab all the way to JYP.” Suddenly, you have an idea. You slowly walk up to him so as to not startle him and gently tap on his shoulder.

“Hey. I’m sorry for yelling at you before. Uhm.. you sound like you’re heading for JYP? I have a proposition for you..” He slowly begins to lower his hands and brings his eyes up to meet yours. One you’re making eye contact you find it hard to elaborate. He then tilts his head with a subtle eyebrow raise to urge you to continue. “You got your car towed and need a ride. You then spilt my coffee on me. We both seem to be running late, and I have a car, but no money. How about if you agree to buy me two new cups of coffee then I will give you a ride to JYP myself! Free of charge!” You say with as bright a smile as you could muster. 

He watches you for a moment, taking in how you’re fiddling with the empty cup and shifting your weight on your feet in an anxious manner. It wasn’t until you began looking away and awkwardly coughing that he realized he hadn’t spoken yet. He slowly begins to smile and says, “I don’t even know you. You could be a murderer.” You slowly lose your smile as your cheeks begin to go red and your ears begin to feel hot.

“You’re the one who spilled my drink on me! I just thought you could use some help today!! Besides we both work for the same company so ugh!!” You speak quickly, embarrassing yourself further. He chuckles to himself, now noticing how cute you look flustered. Once you collect yourself enough to start thinking about retracting your offer he cuts you off.

“So, what coffee will it be?”

A few minutes later you two are standing silently in line for your new coffee. After a few minutes he looks at you sheepishly. “I’m really sorry about your shirt and about wasting your time here today, but I really appreciate this.” You smile as he rubs the back of his neck and tell him he doesn’t need to be sorry. Right as you two begin to silently stare at each other you both startle when you hear someone yell.

“Bang Chan!”

You immediately jump into action looking in every direction and tucking into yourself as much as possible as to not be noticed by the probably more than annoyed, old, cranky, not to be messed with, new producer you were supposed to be working with. Almost simultaneously though, the got-his-car-towed boy swiftly walks up to the counter and takes the drinks being held out to him by the barista. Your arms fall limp to your sides as your jaw goes slightly slack in shock. Surely there can be two Bang Chan’s in Korea right? This definitely isn’t the guy who’s producing your new comeback album...right?

The guy (Chan?) walks back over to you and smiles. “So, I guess you owe me a ride.”

“I guess I do.” You say slowly. Coming to the realization you probably don’t want to ask if your assumption is correct for a multitude of reasons, you put on your best smile. Quickly you pull your keys out and nod your head in the direction of your car. “Let’s go.”

The beginning of the ride was uneventful enough. Just even silence that felt comfortable until Chan (?) started fidgeting. Taking this as a sign of discomfort you decided to break the ice. “So, uh, are you okay? It seemed like you were having a pretty eventful day back there.” You smile kindly.

“Oh! I almost completely forgot about that. I’m sorry again by the way!” He says while turning to look at your face in a cutely curious way. “By the way,” he says nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “I never did catch your name..”

“Ah. I’m sorry! I completely forgot about introducing myself. Today has been pretty hectic.” you say thoughtfully and with a breathy laugh. “My name is y/n.”

“That’s a really pretty name! And I’m sorry your day has been bad. My name is Bang Chan. Most people just call me Chan though.” He stops for a moment, pondering. “I know you said you work with JYP and you do seem kind of familiar.. What is it that you do??”

You feel your heartbeat slow down in your chest. It’s now or never to test your hunch. You smile nervously. “I’m a new artist. I was supposed to be there a few hours ago for a meeting with a new producer, but I ended up super late and then a pretty boy ended up knocking my apology coffee all over me. I hope he’s not going to be too mad at me..” You trail off at the end hoping regardless of who producer Chan may be that they aren’t angry with your absence of punctuality.

“Really?! That’s cool!” He pauses, “not the being late, me spilling coffee all over you, and him being mad at you but the other stuff.” He takes another pause to chuckle nervously. “I am actually a producer with JYP, but I was running late this morning after a few nights of some extensive work because I was supposed to meet with a new idol on their comeback album this morning. I never made it and my laptop with my work and their contact information was in my car when it got towed.” He purses his lips. “I hope they didn’t get the wrong impression. I was super excited to work with them after hearing their samples.”

At this point you’re having a hard time breathing. You bite your lip and try not to seem as shocked as you are. “I’m sure they will understand completely as soon as you contact them. Also I hope the stuff with your car goes well..” you say with a smile that seems forced even to you.

He smiles back regardless. “And I hope the stuff with your producer goes well. Though I’m sure he won’t be mad after he gets this coffee, this is my favorite too!” He says with a laugh. You assume he was just trying to keep lighthearted conversation. You begin to let your thoughts drift as you near your destination and see Chan gathering his things.

So this is Bang Chan. You assumed he would be older, meaner, more gruff and straight to the point, but he was kind, warm, happy, and everything producers usually never are. You sincerely hope you won’t miss your next recording session with him. It didn’t hurt that he wasn’t the ugliest either.

After you park and get out of the car Chan insists on walking you to the studio door. Once you’re there he stops and turns to you, handing you the coffees with a big smile. “Thank you so much for today. I really appreciate it and have enjoyed talking with you a lot today. I don’t know how I could repay you.”

You look at him and slowly grin, “No need to repay me. Your company and the coffee is good enough for me!” You giggle shortly and look up at him brightly, “I guess it’s time to get to work now. I’ll be seeing you around.” You laugh as you say this. He doesn’t know why. Mentally he’s already thinking of the ways he’s going to get to work as he smiles at you. Slowly he turns to walk away as you walk through the studio door. He’s just about completely lost in thought before he freezes in the middle of the hallway. He slowly begins to grin to himself as he turns back to look at the door again.

He rushes back up to the door, laughing as he realizes it was his studio you just entered. He takes a breath and pauses before entering himself as he thinks about what you said earlier, realizing you had pieced it together quicker than him. He chuckles softly as he turns the door knob and finds himself giddy at the idea of his favorite coffee and a recording session with someone he hopes will be a new, reoccurring coincidence in his life.

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Authors Note:

Hello few people who are going to see this! This is my first ever published fic and I hope you enjoy it!

I may not post much very quickly on this blog, but I do hope to be able to post some fics in my spare time. Hopefully giving back to the community like this will bring a smile to someone’s face! :)

Taglist: @elcie-chxn (a big thank you to this sweetie 🥺)

#bang chan #stray kids #chan #chan x reader #stray kids x reader #straykids #idol!chan #this is my first fic ever go easy on me plz #stay #skz #skz chan #chris bang #bang chan x reader

[sheerfreesia007]

Down

Title: Down

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 2,979

Warnings: Fluff, Insecurity, Mutual Pining, Idiots being idiots

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711​, @fioccodineveautunnale​

Author Notes: I feel like this a little bit all over the place. I was inspired by the song “Down” by 5th Harmony. And I wanted the reader to show Marcus how much she sees him as a good partner. I don’t know if I’ve done this but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Feedback is much apprecaited!

Gif Credit: @pascalitopike​

         It was another late night in the office. You were sitting in one of the conference rooms with files and papers strewn about around you as you worked. Steady footsteps sounded from behind you and you didn’t bother turning around as you heard the soft sigh.

         “You alright Pike?” you asked as you poured over another page of information. The agent that had joined your department in D.C. about two months ago had quickly shown that he was leadership material and had risen up in the department. You hadn’t even been upset when he had slid into the leadership role for your department that you were aiming for; he was that much a leading force that you couldn’t argue with the promotion.

         But something did surprise you about the agent. As much as he was a driving force as a leader he still had insecurities. Rather large ones about his ability in the romance department. Which you found confusing as since you found the man to be as handsome as someone could be. His dark chestnut hair fell over his face looked soft and made you want to run your fingers through it. His warm chocolate eyes were so expressive if you actually looked at him, they mostly held kindness and happiness but sometimes you’d seen them hold anger and determination. They had also held sadness and uncertainty in them, and it was those emotions that you picked up on that made you want to rub a hand across his back and lean in whispering to him that everything would be alright.

         Marcus Pike had slowly but surely wormed his way into your life and taken up residence in not only your daily life but your mind and heart. But while you had started to grow feelings for him you knew that he didn’t reciprocate them towards you and you had slowly become accepting of that fact. It hurt, fuck did it hurt but you were more than happy to have him as a close friend and confidante. That was the best thing about Marcus he gave his all in any situation whether it be at work or in out of work. He was a man who gave in 100% effort in everything he did and that was commendable.

         “Yeah I’m alright.” He said dejectedly and you looked over at him as he came to sit next to you in one of the chairs. You watched him silently for a minute as he linked his hands together and rested them over his stomach as he leaned back in the chair. Something was bothering him, and you knew after working with him for months now that his mind would be elsewhere while you tried to work. “How’s the case coming along?” he asked softly as he nodded at the table.

         “It’s coming. I’m slowly working through the paperwork the local P.D. gave us. It’s just a lot to get through. Some reports they had pertain to our case others not so much. It’s just having to read through all of them to figure out if they’re pertinent.” You explained with a wave of your hand at all of your scattered papers.

         “I can help.” He said easily as he leaned forward and reached for a stack of papers. You quickly slapped his hand away and he looked over at you surprised.

         “Nah-uh. First of all that’s the not relevant pile I’ve got going.” You explained pointing your finger at the pile he tried going for.

         “How is any of this in order?” he asked in awe as he took in the random piles around your seat. You frowned over at him and huffed out an irritated breath.

         “Seriously Pike? We’ve been working together for almost three months. I would hope by now that you know the method to my madness.” You griped at him with a scowl and furrowed eyebrows. You didn’t want to admit it but it did hurt that he didn’t seem to understand the way you worked after all this time.

         “You’re right I’m sorry. I do know how you work I’m just distracted.” He admitted softly with a sigh.

         “Which brings me to point number two. You’re not helping me until we work out whatever it is that’s bothering you. You wouldn’t be helping me anyway if you’re distracted with whatever issue is going on with you.” You said sincerely as you looked over at him kindly. Marcus turned his eyes away from you with a guilty look. “Wanna talk about it?” you asked softly as you turned your chair to face him. Marcus didn’t look at you and didn’t say anything to you making you sigh softly. “Look if you don’t wanna talk about it tonight that’s fine but go home. You’re no good to me distracted. And I gotta get through at least a quarter of these before tomorrow.” You said honestly as you looked back at the table of papers.

         “Do you think I’m attractive?” Marcus asked suddenly and the sudden change of topic made your head whip to stare at him flabbergasted. You felt your pulse rise and your heart started to race in your chest.

         “Excuse me?” you asked confused. Did he know? Fuck he knew didn’t he? How did he find out? Fuck this was horrible. You were going to have to transfer weren’t you? Your mind was racing with worst case scenarios and you could feel your breath catch in your throat.

         “Do you find me attractive?” he asked again and you noticed that he wasn’t looking at you but down at his hands which were back in his lap. “I mean would I make a good boyfriend?” he asked suddenly sound so insecure that your heart shattered in your chest. Who hurt him like this? You knew he was divorced and had dated some women that didn’t work out but lately you hadn’t heard if he was dating again. “I just-I mean I went on a date last night.” He explained.

         You darted your eyes over to him and felt your body sag in disappointment. Your heart that had slowly been piecing itself back together was crumbling again in your chest at his words. What you wouldn’t give to take this man on a date.

         “And I thought it was going great you know? I took her to nice restaurant; we talked for hours during dinner. We shared some interests. And I didn’t think I was too eager during the date but at the end of it she told me-“ he explained softly before cutting himself off.

         You reached a hand over and placed it on his bicep softly. You watched as his head turned to look at your hand and then over towards you. Smiling kindly at him you nodded your head in gesture for him to continue.

         “She said that it wasn’t going to work out. That I wasn’t what she was looking for.” He finished so quietly that you barely heard him. He dropped his head forward in defeat and you let him a moment to feel sorry for himself and then you tightened your hand on his bicep.

         “Fuck her.” You said lowly but in a firm tone. Marcus’ head jerked up and looked at you with wide eyes filled with shock. “I’m serious. Fuck her.” You reiterated firmly nodding your head. Marcus moved like he was going to start defending her but you lifted your hand from his bicep in front of him in a stop motion. “If you start defending her I’m going to punch you.” You warned and Marcus stopped instantly staring at you with wide eyes but he shut his mouth silently.

         Standing from your chair you began to pace the floor in anxious agitation in your bare feet. It had been hours ago when you had taken your heels off and the feel of the carpet under your toes seemed to ground you enough to begin talking again. Marcus just sat there staring at you with wide eyes as he tracked your pacing.

         “Seriously Pike? Do you really feel like you’re not attractive or wouldn’t be a good boyfriend all because some woman said it wouldn’t work out after one date?” you began your one sided tirade as you continued to pace. You swung back to face him and threw a shrewd look at him. “If you need constant validation that you’re a good man and would make a wonderful partner then you’re not the man I’ve been working with.” You said harshly and continued your pacing again without looking over at him. “Look dating sucks. There’s so much pressure to make a good impression on the other person to get that second date that it’s no wonder that people give up on dating after a few fails. Take it from me I know. But seriously? Nothing worth having comes easy.” You said empathically as you paced away from him.

         “Did you just quote one of those inspirational quotes to me?” Marcus asked softly in disbelief from behind you. You whirled around and glared at him as you began stalking over to him.

         “It fits this issue doesn’t it?” you asked almost coldly. Why were you feeling so angry about this? Why were you so determined to make him believe he was worth the effort?

         “I guess it does. But it still doesn’t ease any of my worry that I would make a good partner to someone.” Marcus says almost dismissively with a wave of his hand.

         “Well fuck you too Pike.” You snapped at him and crossed your arms over your chest. Your eyes widened slightly but then narrowed on him as he jerked his head back to you. “What do you call us then? We’re partners aren’t we?”

         “Yeah but that’s different. We’re partners at work.” He tried to reason and you glared at him until he stopped talking.

         “So you being a good partner at work doesn’t matter?” you asked lowly and watched as Marcus watched you discerningly. “You’re not only a good man you’re a great partner. You have the brains to figure out most of the crimes that we come across. You not only know how to firm and commanding of our team but you also know how to kind and emphatic towards the victims that we deal with.” You begin listing off to him to try and show him that he was worth it. “You would make an excellent boyfriend Pike. You’re willing to be there for your partner no matter what, you’ve shown that not only to me but also to the rest of our team. You put people before yourself almost to a fault.”

         You begin pacing again feeling like you’re on a roll explaining to him that he is a good partner and how much a catch he is.

         “And yeah you’re attractive. You’ve got this whole suave without trying thing going for you. And while I give you shit for that patchy scruff on your face you call a beard it fits your face and makes you look ruggedly handsome.” You say as you wave your hands in the air around you while you continue to pace. You don’t notice Marcus sitting up straighter in his seat as he turns his head to you. “You got nice looking hair that looks like all you did was roll out of bed and run a hand through it. It’s so soft looking too. Do you know how many women would kill to have effortless hair like you? Millions.” You don’t realize you’re starting to ramble now and Marcus is watching you with a contemplative look on his face. “Your eyes are a pretty chocolate color that have hints of gold in them that just make them shine. And your nose while I think it’s your least favorite feature. If I remember correctly you once told me you thought it was too big. It’s prominent yeah but it fits you, it’s a strong nose that you shouldn’t be ashamed of.” You continue on.

         Marcus is watching you now and he’s starting to feel a little hot under the collar at all of your compliments. That conversation had only been in passing as you and your team had all sat around this conference table just shooting the shit. Talking about things you would’ve changed about yourself if you could. Marcus remembers that he had mentioned he’d change his nose because it was an insecurity, and if he remembers you hadn’t partaken in that conversation easily dodging the question. But you had remembered that conversation from a month ago.

         Looking back over at you Marcus tuned back into your rambling as he watched to speak passionately about him feeling insecure, when you obviously thought he shouldn’t.

         “You’ve got so much to bring to a relationship and maybe one day you will find someone who actually sees that for themselves. And it’s a pity that you don’t see that either. Because I see it.” You conclude with a soft sigh. Marcus watches as you stand next to your chair resting a hand on the table and drop your head between your shoulders. You see it. Marcus tilts his head as he watches you take in a breath and shake your head slightly before you sit back into your chair. “Go home Pike I’ll finish up here and make sure the lights are turned off.” You say wearily without looking over at him. You see it. Marcus furrows his eyebrows slightly.

         He’s thinking back on all the memories he has with you. The way you would grow quiet when he would talk about his dates that he would infrequently go on. Or the way you would watch his six whenever you went into the field together. The way you always pick up coffee for him if you knew he had been working late the night before. Marcus darts his eyes over to you and sees you pouring over another sheet of paper in your hands not paying any mind to him. Your hair is pulled back away from your face and your eyes are darting around the page as your mouth purses into an adorable pout.

         He wonders if you’ve seen the way he takes care of you as well. The way he’s always checked in on you during the work day. The way he’ll always make sure you’ve eaten and that you don’t stay too late at the office. He wonders if you’ve seen the way his hand would find the small of your back when you’re out in the field together working together. Or the way he likes keeping you close just so he knows you’re safe. He wonders if you’ve seen the way his heart beats harder when he’s alone with you. Or the way he had to pull his hands back when he wants to touch you. He wonders if you’ve seen the way he’s fallen hard for you and dates other women to try to distract him from you. And he wonders if you’ve seen the way he doesn’t talk about those dates because he’s seen that it upsets you.

         “How long have you seen it?” he asks suddenly and you’re jolting in surprise. He grins softly wondering if you had completely forgotten he was there.

         “What?” you ask confused as you squint your eyes at him in that way he knows means you’re trying to figure out his angle.

         “How long have you seen that I would make a good partner?” he asks softly and watches as your eyes dart over to him and wave your hand dismissively.

         “Since I’ve met you.” You said nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders.

         “And you didn’t think to mention anything whenever I’ve brought up my other dates?” he asked softly.

         “Marcus, what was I supposed to say? That I think all the women you’ve dated are idiots and weren’t good for you? I’m pretty sure I have said that before.” You gripped at him with a tired huff. “If they can’t see that you’re a good looking compassionate man then their loss. You need to find someone who can see that and more about you.”

         “Like you?” he asks almost breathlessly. Your face darts up to him and he sees the hurt in your face, but he doesn’t understand why you’re feeling hurt.

         “Don’t patronize me.” You say lowly and Marcus shakes his head.

         “I’m not, you said you see it. And obviously you have seen it for some time. Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks persistently now.

         “Yeah that would’ve been a great conversation Marcus. Let me just tell my coworker I’m in love with him and that’s he’s too blind and stupid to notice it.” You say sarcastically. It’s quiet for a span of time when you whisper out. “Fuck.”

         Marcus’ eyes are dancing delightedly across your frame as you slump forward resting your head on the table with a thud. He chuckles softly and shakes his head at your antics.

         “Well if I’m blind and stupid so are you.” He quips back to you and grins as you turn your head to look at him with a scowl.

         “What are you talking about?” you grouse at him with that scowl and furrowed eyebrow look you give him when he’s annoying you.

         “I didn’t notice that you were in love me but you also didn’t notice that I fallen in love with you either sweetheart.” He bantered to you with a grin. Your eyes widen and your lips part with a soft pant.

         “For real life?” you ask breathlessly as you lift your head for the table and Marcus chuckles softly at you as he moves closer to you.

         “For real life.” He says lowly as his hands cup your face and bring you closer as he presses his lips to yours.

#my writing #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #the mentalist

[syrupa]

Hello there! I hope you are fine. I jist found you and I need to say, since I'm gay for these girls I'm absolutely delighted! If match-ups are open, I'd like to have a romantic matchup!

So uh I'm 17, INFP, a pisces and a pansexual, I use she/her pronouns. My love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

For the hobbies; I love watching anime, literature, myths, listening and observing people, comforting people or just listen their rantings, reading, listening music and singing.... I am not that good at gardening and stuff but sometimes I do this as well...

For my personality, I'm that mom-friend that every friend group has. Need some painkillers? BAM! Need some pads? Do you need 1 or 50? You are hurt? Don't worry I have an aid kit. Your stomach or head hurts? Honey, don't you worry I have a various kind of herb teas with myself.

If someone needs a shoulder to cry on, that person is me. If somebody hurts my friends I go like "So you are saying that he/she/they broke your heart? Okay give me the names and addresses. Now."I would deal with them and then say "So do I need to break some more faces?"

But I'm actually very kind and smiley. I'm the kind of person who smiles at strangers, hold the door for them, talk with a waiter casually and smile at them as well. I never judge someone for their nationality, skin color, language, sexuality etc. And If I see someone bully another person for these reasons or another one, I stand against the bully and if needed I beat them. Yet, I'm one hell of an insecure and anxious girl and I bite my lips a lot and I also pick at the skin of my fingers when I'm absolutely anxious and always carry band-aids to cover them because a few people in my family( not my parents though) made me feel bad about them but still, I don't like showing this vulnerable state of mine to everyone so I bottle up everything.

I may seem like an cold and serious person at first meeting but over time I'm the biggest goofball and crackhead you can ever see! Sometimes I'm a bit sarcastic and tease my closest friends a lot- ofc I never offend them. I know what they are insecure about( if they are, WHICH isn't allowed on my watch.) and my friends always tell me that I kinda flirt with them but I never realize and When I actually try to flirt, I can't? But I also know how to be serious as well.

My ideal date would probably be an indoor one. Like cooking together, watching a movie or reading a book or just cuddling while some soft music plays in the background.

For my likes and dislikes, I HATE the unnecessary hate. Like, to everyone and everything. Be it black people, asians, LGBTQ+ people, animals, like anyone living! I believe that everyone's life( except a few shits' 😡😤) is a gift so I seriously don't understand hate. I also hate eggplant since I have an allergy and the last time I ate it, I did vomit for 3 days🤮

For the likes, I guess I cannot really pinpoint something but I love books and every meal with chicken🤤! I also love cleaning and tidying up too!

That was soooo long and I apologize for that! I didn't want to include more since I literally poured everything about me here 😅 Thanks a lot in advance and I hope you have a great day! Bye bye👋

I match you with...

Toru Hagakure

You'd meet on a public bus. The two of you sat next to each other, minding each others business. However, Toru noticed you picking at your fingers. She lightly tapped your shoulder and offered you a napkin to cover it with. You kindly declined, telling her that you had some bandaids but she insisted you have the napkin just incase. In the end you thanked her and took the napkin.

After that, Toru started some small talk. Of course, you went along with it. The conversation went very well. She was a pretty funny girl who had you laughing a lot. Your interaction went so smooth, from afar it would look like you've been friends for ages. When she had to get off, she asked for your number. You happily gave it to her and she waved you goodbye.

You and Toru would message and meet up with each other often. If you said you didn't fancy the girl you would be lying. She was funny, nice, and cheerful! Who wouldn't? It started out as a small crush. But of course, it turned into you thinking about her 24/7. You had even started to drop everything just to hang out with her. In return, she would do the same for you.

Your other friends would tease you for this. To them, it was pretty obvious you liked Toru more than a friend. Your friends also noticed how she was always talking about you. She would try to message or be with you every second of the day. She'd also buy you little gifts saying they reminded her of you. Hell, she would even leave lingering touches. They told you all of this, wanting you to just confess. But, you would always tell them that you probably didn't deserve a girl like her and how she was just being kind.

This went on for almost two years. Two years of hanging out with her every single day. Two years of hiding your feelings for this girl. Your friends had stopped trying to get you to confess, thinking this was a hopeless situation. But Toru's friends on the other hand had just started. Mina had came up with a dramatic idea for Toru to confess. The invisible girl obviously didn't want to go through with the plan, saying she'd confess someday. But that didn't stop Mina.

One night while you were studying, you heard a noise from your window. You quietly opened the window, expecting it to be a bird or something. When you looked out, you saw Toru and her friends outside in cheerleading outfits. Toru was clearly embarrassed as Ochako put on some cheesy love song on from a speaker. They proceeded to perform a quick dance. In all honesty, it was pretty bad. But you'd be lying if you said it wasn't cute. At the end of the dance, Mina had shouted that Toru wanted to take you out someday. Giggling, you shouted back that you'd love to go out sometime.

Although that was extremely cringy and cheesy, it was funny and made for a fucking fantastic story to tell.

Once you finally made it offical, Toru became very clingy. She loved holding your hand and hugging you when you're not expecting it. After long and hard days, she'd pamper your face in kisses. On sleepless nights, you'd cuddle with her and read her mythical stories until you both fell asleep.

She adores how reliable you are. She often feels like a background character in her own life and doubts her abilities to become a hero. You're quick to comfort her and make sure she knows her worth. Of course, she does the same for you. Checking up on you, complimenting you, comforting you, etc. Toru is basically your personal cheerleader for life. When you're insecure or anxious, leave it to your loving girlfriend to reassure you and kiss your worries away!

She started carrying bandaids around herself for you. Even though you always have some, she brings extra just in case. When you started dating her though, you'd pick at your fingers less since she always wanted to hold hands. Whenever you're biting your lip, she taps your shoulder and asks you for a kiss.

When you accidentally flirt with her she gets really giggly and nervous. She never brought it up cause she didn't want to embarrass you so she just took it. It's so cute that you started to flirt with her on purpose. Once she realized you were doing it on purpose, she playfully hit your arm and said something along the lines of, "YOU CAN'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT [NAME]!"

Sometimes you and her lay down in her bed together while she rambles about her day. It's really relaxing for both of you. She likes to talk a lot and you like to listen. It's perfect! Also it's an excuse to hear her beautiful voice.

She started picking up on your motherly acts. Always providing everything people need with little to no hesitation, being the shoulder for her friends to cry on, etc. Toru really looks up to you and can say with confidence that you make her an overall better person.

Your playlist consist of many love songs. I don't make the rules. Also she encourages you to sing all the time. She loves hearing your voice. And when you two sing together? AAAAAAAA It's very cute and adorable. Everyone you meet is 100% at least a little jealous of your relationship.

Baking dates are her favorite! She's obviously not the best at baking but those dates are always filled with laughter and smiles. On those dates, you two try to make loads of desserts. Cookies, Cakes, Cinnamon Buns, etc. You both know it's not healthy but neither of you really care. The kitchen always ends up messy after these days. Once you and Toru decide it's time to call it a night, the day ends with midnight cuddles whilst a movie plays in the background.

#mha matchup #bnha matchup #anime matchup #toru hagakure matchup #syrupa-matchups

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Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Calum Hood/Female Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Requested by: anon x 2

Yule Ball, best friend to lovers, Ravenclaw reader, Calum (your house choice). Murder me please*

hi love could i still request? slytherin calum and ravenclaw reader, best friends to lovers, yule ball. im a hoe for hogwarts au and i hope u can still do my request. thank you 💗 (requested by anon)*

Trigger Warnings: strong language

A/N: this came out longer than I expected. I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you as always to @h0tsos and @5-secondsofcolor for all the help pulling this together!

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Having built up a solid sporting reputation during your six years at Hogwarts, this is proving to be as far from your comfort zone as possible. 

The Triwizard Tournament as a whole, is right up your alley, of course. Especially since the type of dangerous tasks that it used to consist of had long since been discontinued. These days the tournament was basically a huge sports festival, whereby the three school champions, from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, would take part in events such as magical assault courses, spectacular broomstick flying demonstrations and other athletic exercises. Therefore you’ve been excited to watch it for longer than you care to admit. You only wish that it’d been scheduled for next year instead of this one, so that you could actually put your name forward to be the Hogwarts champion. Unfortunately, only students over the age of seventeen have that potential honour open to them and you’ve only just turned sixteen.

Despite all of that, you’re excited for the contest to begin. Before you can enjoy all of the sporting festivities, however, you have the not-so-small formal tradition of the Yule Ball to contend with.

You smooth down the front of your dress robes nervously. Staring at yourself in the full length mirror doubtfully, wondering whatever possessed you to think that this particular shade of periwinkle blue, is one you could pull off. Before your inner jock can convince you to simply attend the ball in your quidditch robes, muffled voices from the Ravenclaw common room beneath your dormitory alert you to the fact that you’re running late. Most of the other girls have already headed down to the Great Hall, leaving only you and your best friends, most of whom belong to other houses, in the whole of Ravenclaw Tower.

Finally convincing yourself that you look decent enough for the formal occasion at hand, you quickly slip a glittery hair slide into your neatly curled hair, Hoping it will distract people from the fact that you look incredibly uncomfortable.

As you head downstairs to your common room, the previously muffled voices you’d heard a moment ago slowly become more distinct. 

“Does anyone know who Ashton’s date is?” 

Michael’s curious tone carries through the mostly empty space just as you reach the halfway point of the spiralling staircase. 

The mention of the Hogwarts Champion causes your insides to squirm uncomfortably and you have to stop for a moment to compose yourself.  Your last interaction with Ashton Irwin, your long-term friend and the celebrated Gryffindor Quidditch captain, isn’t one that you really want to relive, especially not right now, moments before having to endure this stupid fucking ball. 

“No idea…” Calum replies, his voice suggesting that he’s only mildly interested in the answer anyway. “He hasn’t mentioned any names to me.”

The sound of your second friend’s voice brings a subconscious smile to your face, you notice it in the dark window you’d stopped in front of but you quickly shake it off and continue down the stairs.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out if we ever get downstairs!” Luke huffs, raising his voice for the last few words to express his impatience at having to wait for you. 

“There’s no need to yell, Hemmings.” You scowl, trying to act as casual as possible when you reach the last few steps. 

All three of your friends turn to look at you as you enter the room, each of them with expressions of  varying degrees of shock on their faces. 

Michael seems to be the least affected by your somewhat unusual appearance. His look of mild surprise gives way almost instantly to a cheeky grin. “Wow, didn’t know you could scrub up this well.” He smirks, already turning towards the door, too impatient to tuck into the buffet that is waiting in the Great Hall, no doubt. It makes you smile, his love of food is rivalled only by his love for his friends but seeing as he’s eaten nothing since lunch time, you’re unsurprised that his first love is winning out.

“He’s right!” Luke grins, his pretty blue eyes drifting over your outfit as though he’s struggling to take in the sight of you in an outfit that’s so uncharacteristic for you. “I never thought I’d live to see the day where you wore anything other than your uniform, quidditch robes or those ratty old muggle music t-shirts!”

You want to argue with him and explain for the millionth time that those shirts you love to wear, are meant to have holes in them, but he’ll never understand the concept of distressed clothing, he’s a spoiled little pureblood and that’s not likely to change anytime soon. Besides, how can you focus on a mundane argument with Luke when Calum, AKA the most beautiful boy in existence is staring at you as though he might actually be seeing you as someone other than his quidditch training buddy for the first time ever.

“You look incredible.” The Slytherin gasps, his chocolate brown eyes locking onto yours as a faint smile curls the corners of his lips. He nervously runs his hand over his short hair. His fairly recent buzzcut is rapidly growing out but you’re happy to see that he’s decided to keep it blue for the time being. He’d surprised you with the daring dye job a couple of weeks ago, insisting that he’d tried to turn it green as an outward display of his loyalty to Slytherin, but something had gone wrong and it had turned a shade of blue that shockingly resembles the Ravenclaw colour instead. 

You feel the blood in your cheeks rise to the surface of your skin. He’s never complimented you like that before and your heartbeat quickens at the words. It’s ridiculous, you know that. He’s probably never going to see you as anything more than a friend but there’s a tiny bit of hope left, if the sparkle in his eyes right now is anything to go by.

“You don’t look so bad yourself” you manage to giggle, trying not to let the way Calum is looking at you trick you into thinking that the crush you have on him is in any way reciprocated. He’s probably just shocked that you even own something like this to wear. 

Calum smiles at your half-hearted compliment and gestures towards the door. “We better get going before Michael gets too hangry. I’d rather avoid a repeat of breakfastgate, if we can!”

You laugh at the memory of Michael hexing some unsuspecting third year Slytherins a couple of weeks ago. They’d wrongly assumed that their whole house had already finished breakfast, and tried to take the last remaining pastries. Michael, who’d been delayed getting to the Great Hall due to helping Calum with a homework emergency, had been devoid of patience when he aimed a nasty hex at his fellow Slytherins, that caused all four of their faces to break out in a terrible itchy rash. He’d earned himself a week’s detention for his rash actions, but he still maintains that those pastries were worth it.

“Yeah, if we keep him from food for much longer, he might even start breaking out the unforgivable curses!” Luke huffs dryly.

Calum and Luke continue to tease Michael about his irrational anger when it comes to food, all the way down to the main lobby of the castle. You join in a little bit, but ensure that you stand up for Michael too, after all you’ve never taken too kindly to being kept away from your food either. 

It’s only when your group reaches the entrance to the Great Hall that you all fall silent. The large room has been transformed into nothing short of a winter wonderland. Large, ice sculptures shaped like animals line the two longest walls. Each frozen statue is as intricate as the last and all of them have been charmed to move their limbs or revolve on their individual platforms like giant versions of the ballerinas in those little music boxes your muggle mother used to buy for you when you were a little girl.

The usual Christmas tree that sat in the corner of the room at this time of year, had been decorated particularly extravagantly for this occasion. All of its branches are covered in glittering snow whilst real candles burn prettily in fancy spiralling patterns.

A small stage has replaced the spot where the teachers table is usually situated and it’s occupied by a band playing a song you vaguely recognise from the wizarding radio show that Luke forces you to listen to every Friday night when you hang out in his dorm whilst Michael and Calum attend their gobstones club.

“Wow, look at the floor!” Michael exclaims, gesturing at the exquisite frosty patterns etched into the wooden floorboards. 

“And the roof!” Calum gasps, pointing up at the enchanted ceiling.

You take a moment to admire the wonder on your friend’s face, adoring his soft smile and the way the light reflects in his eyes, before following his gaze to the enchanted ceiling where rows of snowflake shaped fairy lights have been hung beneath the clear starry night sky.

“They’ve really gone all out, haven’t they?”

The familiar voice causes a jolt in your stomach and you curse yourself for letting down your guard so easily and so quickly. You’d hoped to avoid Ashton for much longer than this.

Calum nods in response to the older boy’s question. “It looks so beautiful! I can’t believe they did all this in just one afternoon!”

Ashton doesn’t reply, his hazel eyes move from Calum, to Luke, to Michael before settling on you. His expression is somehow thoughtful and confused all at once. You know what’s going through his mind, though and you can’t allow him to voice it.

“Yeah, it looks amazing.” You interject quickly. “Hey Cal, why don’t you go and get us all a pumpkin juice?”

“Sure.” The blue-haired boy agrees easily. “Do you want one, Ash?” He adds, turning to the Hogwarts champion with a beaming smile.

Ashton shakes his head. “My date’s just gone to get me one, thanks.” He replies, his gaze never drifting from yours.

“Oh yeah, who’d you pick in the end?” Michael questions, his tone inquisitive enough to make him appear interested in the answer. “I bet you had hundreds of offers.”

Luckily, Calum doesn’t hang around for Ashton's response, apparently too eager to get the juice you asked him for.

The raven-haired boy’s eyes never leave yours as he answers. “I chose to bring Arielle Lamer, one of the girls from Beauxbatons.” His gaze drifts over to the long row of buffet tables against one of the walls. “She was my second choice.” He looks back at you, his displaying the same hurt they had done when you’d refused his invitation to the ball a few weeks back. 

“Why did you have to go to your second choice?” Michael asks, his face twisted into a confused expression. “You’re the Hogwarts champion, who in their right mind would have turned you down?”

“Never mind that!” Luke gasps, “why the fuck would she be anyone’s second choice? She’s the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Ashton doesn’t offer a verbal response to either of the confused boys, but his gaze is still locked on you, which unintentionally tells Luke and Michael the truth. 

Your friends stand silently beside you, their mouths agape as they stare between you and Ashton, trying to wrap their heads around the unspoken but incredibly obvious situation.

“I thought you turned me down because you had a better offer.” Ashton frowns, “but it looks like you’ve just come here with our friends, I’m confused…”

Your guilt at having refused Ashton’s offer gnaws away at your insides as your shoulders twitch in a vacant shrug. “I never said there was anyone else, Ash I just…”

“You just didn’t want to come here with me.” Ashton interrupts, the sad realisation in his eyes and voice almost breaking your heart. “I get it.”

“I didn’t think anyone had asked you to the dance.” Calum’s voice is almost too quiet to hear over the music but his shocked tone just about reaches your ears nevertheless. 

You turn to face your secret crush, your heart pounding in your chest. Calum is literally the last person on earth you would want to overhear this conversation. “I never lied to you, Cal… if you’d asked I’d have told you.”

“That’s not the point.” Calum shrugs. “You got asked to the Yule Ball by Ashton fucking Irwin and you turned him down, just to hang out with three dateless losers. Why would you do that?”

The truth almost slips past your lips, but you manage to replace it with a vaguer response before you embarrass yourself even further. “Because I just don’t see Ashton that way.” 

“But he’s the fucking Hogwarts champion and probably the hottest guy in the whole school.” Calum insists, gesturing a little too wildly with his full hands and sloshing pumpkin juice over the floor.

Before Calum can make any more mess, Luke steps forward and takes the drinks from him before shuffling back to his spot next to Michael. 

Despite your initial urge to tell Calum the truth about why you’d refused to come to the dance with Ashton, your anger at his persistence is starting to override it. “Well why didn’t you ask him to the dance if you love him so much?” You counter, trying not to raise your voice too much. 

Calum frowns, glancing over to Ashton for a second before returning his attention to you. “Stop trying to deflect, I’m asking you a simple white question here!”

“I just wanted to come here with you, okay?” You reply snappily, gesturing at Luke and Michael faintly with one hand but never taking your eyes away from Calum’s. You can only hope that your weak attempt at trying to imply that your other friends are included in the ‘you’ that you’d just spat out, was enough.

Calum opens and closes his mouth a few times like he’s trying to speak but his vocal chords are refusing to comply.

Taking advantage of the continued silence from your friends, you continue your reply to Calum’s initial question. “Not that I really owe you an explanation, but; I love Ashton as a friend and the thought of coming here with him as more than that just didn’t feel right.” You turn to Ashton, the guilt that had been laying heavily in your chest since your conversation with him a few weeks ago, finally giving way to a sense of acceptance that you’d done the right thing. “I’m sorry, Ash. You know I never meant to hurt your feelings.”

Ashton nods in recognition of your apology. “I know. I think I understand why you had to say no to me.”

There’s a sickening theory in your mind that Ashton’s realised that you have feelings for Calum. That’s something that you’re just not ready to be proven right about. Knowing that there’s no way to shut Ashton down without inadvertently giving away your own secret, you take the easy option and turn on your heel before making a run for it, heading straight out of the great hall towards the open doors of the castle.

You barely notice the cold night air biting at every inch of the exposed skin on your arms and face as you stumble out of the entrance hall. Stragglers from the visiting schools were still filtering into the castle but most of them spared you nothing but sideways glances before disappearing inside.

Deciding to hide in a quiet corner until you can gather your thoughts properly, you head down the stone steps and drift across one of the front lawns. Luckily the grass is frosty and your high heels don’t sink into it very much.

You haven’t made it very far before a familiar voice yells your name, stopping you in your tracks. Part of you doesn’t really want to turn around but it’s not like you could outrun the Hogwarts champion in these heels anyway. 

“You’ll catch your death out here.” Ashton pants as he jogs to a stop beside you. “It’s freezing!”

Now that you’ve stopped walking and your initial anger is wearing off, you really start to notice the chill in the air and wrap your arms around yourself as an ill attempt to protect the bare skin of your arms from it. “You sound like my grandma.” You huff, your voice already betraying a slight tremor. 

“She sounds like a smart woman.” Ashton shrugs. “I’m sure she’d think you storming out here without a coat on was a stupid idea.”

You let out a defeated huff, sparing a glance at the warm castle, wishing you’d thought to storm back to your dormitory instead. “She would have thought what I said in there was stupid, too!” You reply, dropping your gaze to the frosty grass at your feet. “I should have been more honest with you and…”

“And Calum?” Ashton interjects, his tone solemn but not at all angry like you’d have expected if he ever found out about your feelings for your Slytherin friend. “I think he’s the one you need to talk to the most. At the very least you need to tell him how you feel.”

The very thought of confessing your feelings for Calum to anyone, especially the Slytherin captain himself, sends a stab of fear through your chest. “I can’t do that…”

“If it helps at all, I think he’s been struggling with similar feelings for you for a while.” Ashton admits, his tone hesitant to and cautious. “If I think back, there’s been plenty of signs there that I should have noticed. The way you two act around each other should have tipped me off a long time ago.”

As much as you want to believe that Ashton’s telling you the truth, you can’t really bring yourself to believe that Calum likes you back. In the back of your mind, you think that Ashton must simply just be doing what he thinks is best. 

“I never should have asked you to come to the ball with me.” The raven-haired boy sighs thoughtfully, “regardless of whether I should have seen whatever it is between you and Calum, I’ve always known that you don’t really feel that way for me.”

That guilt in your chest seems to grow even more. You can’t take the sadness in Ashton’s voice anymore. “I’ve always loved you as a friend, Ash. I just…”

“You only have romantic feelings for Calum, I get that.” Ashton smiles glumly, reaching out to stroke your arm in a comforting gesture. “I hope the two of you can work something out.”

“Me too.”

Calum’s voice takes you by surprise for the second time in just a few minutes. Your face automatically snaps towards him as panic starts to flood your brain.

“I’m gonna leave you two to talk things out.” Ashton announces before you can even begin to form any words. He flashes you one last smile and claps Calum on the shoulder reassuringly before heading back the castle.

Part of you wants to follow Ashton, but your legs refuse to move. “Look Cal, I don’t really know what to say to you right now.”

Calum simply stares at you for a moment as though he’s struggling with the same predicament. 

“Maybe we should just head back…”  You shrug, forcing yourself to take a step past him.

You’ve barely taken a second stride before Calum’s strong hand closes gently around your upper arm. “Please don’t take off again.” He pleads. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” You ask, shivering a little at the prolonged physical contact with your crush.

Calum apparently misinterprets your slight trembling and instantly shrugs off the outermost layer of his dress robes and hands it to you. “About how I’ve been a huge wuss for the past year or so…” He suggests timidly.

You silently accept his jacket-equivalent and drape it over your shoulders. The confusion you feel must show on your face because Calum lets out a humourless laugh. “Okay.” He breathes deeply, dripping his gaze to the floor. “God, I hope you’re not gonna hate me after I tell you this…”

“Calum.” You whisper softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’m starting to get worried, what is it?”

Sucking in another deep breath, Calum composes himself before summoning the courage to meet your gaze again. “At the very start of our fifth year, you waited for me on platform 9 ¾ so that we could sit together on the train, remember? Just like you always have done, since our second year.”

You nod, the memory of the bright September morning still clear in your mind, although you have no idea of its significance to Calum’s story. 

“You were wearing those tight jeans and an oversized t-shirt. Your hair was scraped back into a loose bun and your face was twisted into an anxious expression because I was a bit late and you were worried that there wouldn’t be any empty compartments left for us.” Calum explains, a slightly dreamy expression on his face. “Just as you caught sight of me trying to work my way through the crowd towards you, some clumsy seventh year knocked into you. One of your suitcases toppled off your luggage trolley and burst open, a bunch of your books and stuff spilled all over the ground and you looked so fucking pissed off…” he chuckles, subconsciously reaching for hand as he continues. “I know it sounds weird but, that’s the moment that I knew I loved you. The way your cheeks went all flushed when you grumpily threw all your shit back into your suitcase and muttered about how much you wanted to push that dickhead onto the train tracks. Like, I’d had feelings for you before that, but I’d put it down to a silly crush because you're one of my closest friends and we have so much in common. In that moment, though, I just fucking knew that you had my entire heart.”

Your brain struggles to process everything that Calum has just told you as he runs his fingers down your arm in order to wrap them around your hand. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about this sooner and I completely understand if you think I’m weird and creepy and don’t want to be my friend anymore…” Calum rambles.

“You were sitting at the Slytherin table, eating jam on toast, laughing at something Michael had just told you.” The words spill from your mouth almost of their own accord. “It was the morning of your first quidditch game as the Slytherin seeker, so you were a bit nervous. I could tell because your smile didn’t reach your eyes and you only nibbled at your toast. That’s the moment that I knew I loved you as more than a friend.”

A shocked expression colours Calum’s face in the seconds before he gasps out his response. “But that was like… four years ago.”

You can feel the blood rising to the surface of your cheeks as you nod, dropping your gaze to try and hide your embarrassment. Before you’ve recovered enough to meet his gaze again, soft fingers rise to cup your face tenderly and you automatically lean into the touch. 

“How the hell did we both miss each other’s feelings like that?” Calum asks, a sigh escaping him as his lips brush your forehead. “I’m sorry I was so oblivious and that I was too scared to tell you about my own.”

Savouring the softness of Calum’s lips on your head, you wrap your arms around his waist, curling into his strong, warm body.

“Shit, sweetheart, you’re trembling.” The Slytherin whispers winding his arms around you to keep you close to him. “Let’s get inside so we can talk more without the fear of freezing to death, yeah?”

As much as you want to take Calum up on his offer before you become an icicle, the thought of breaking away from the hold he has on you is the last thing on earth you’re contemplating at the moment and you tighten your hold on him to express your utter reluctance to let him go.

Calum giggles, stroking your back soothingly before pulling away a little. “I promise I’ll cuddle you as you much as you want once we’re inside.”

The slight shiver that runs through the Slytherin, helps your rational side to win out. “Fine…” You pout, “but you’d better deliver on that promise when we get back to the castle.”

You allow Calum to lead you back across the lawn and up the stone steps to the front doors of the castle. The fact that he keeps one arm around you the whole time, makes your heart flutter in your chest, making you feel very much like a lovesick little puppy.

Just as you enter the warmth of the entrance hall, Calum takes your hand and instead of leading you into the great hall like you’re expecting him to, he guides you to the bottom of the staircase instead.

A confused expression takes over your face before he takes your hands and swallows thickly as though he’s trying to voice something that is incredibly difficult for him to say.

In an attempt to comfort him, you cradle his cheek gently, just as he’d held yours a few moments ago outside. “Is everything okay, Cal?”

Nodding, Calum reaches up to press your hand harder against his face as he meets your gaze. “I just wanted to ask you something before we go back to our friends.” He explains, a light blush rising in his cheeks. “But I’m worried it’s gonna sound stupid now that we’re already here and…”

“You can ask me anything, Cal.” You reassure him.

Before he responds he pulls his wand from his dress robes, pointing it at the ground near your feet and quietly utters a spell. A moment later, a beautiful exotic blue flower sprouts from the floor. Calum leans down to pick it up before handing it to you. “Will you go to the dance with me, like as my date?” He asks nervously

A giant smile bursts across your face as you take the flower and slide it into your hair. “One one condition.” You smirk cheekily, a sudden burst of confidence extinguishing the last of your lingering doubt about how Calum feels about you.

Your date raises a questioning eyebrow, silently urging you to elaborate.

“Well I’m a strong believer in that whole, ‘try before you buy’ thing.” You chuckle when Calum still appears to be utterly confused. “I need to know if you're a good kisser before I agree to be your date to the Yule Ball, Calum.” You clarify, hoping that you’re not going to scare him off by coming on too strong.

Calum mirrors your delighted grin before pulling you closer to him again. His beautiful brown eyes are sparkling joyfully as he allows them to drift down to your lips. He takes a moment to build up the confidence, but when he finally leans forward and kisses you, it’s more than worth the wait. His lips are soft and he kisses with a tenderness that you weren’t sure he was capable of. All-in-all, you’re incredibly impressed and you cling onto the tail end of the kiss for as long as possible before answering your date’s silent question when he meets your gaze again. “That wasn’t bad at all, Hood. If you dance half as well as that, I think tonight will be the perfect first date!”

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[imaginaryhuman]

Insecurities, Fortitude and the Unfortunate Phenomenon of Gatekeeping

Note:

1. I'm trying to not be afraid of my own opinions (this will probably get a different word wall)

2. This isn't a hot take or a "permanent opinion". It's just...current. I think opinions fit a dynamic mold. Or I think it should since circumstances change and experiences can change thought processes.

3. My initial draft for this was a lot more aggressive and angry. When I started writing, I thought I would only tackle the one thing I was very familiar with (insecurities), then I read an article that miffed me a bit because of the gatekeeping vibes, and for a while, I was angry about it but then I realized how common it was. I've heard it from my brothers, I've experienced it with fandoms, with books, with cooking, and with running. There's even a subreddit for it! 👀

It's not like I'd wake up one day and it will be gone. Still, it does push me a few steps back when it comes to conquering slight misanthropy. But it matters to me to say this cause I grew up seeing myself as some last draw.

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"I feel most responsible for myself when I'm insecure" I've wanted to expound on this for a while so here goes:

I've grown to have an intimate (and rather painful) relationship with insecurities. I was a sickly child so I would be in and out of hospitals so frequently that establishing young friendships didn't come easy. Some kids didn't take kindly to impermanence too and it's not anyone's fault. It just happened to be that way. Growing up, I came to realize that I wasn't exactly great at anything. Had I not been exposed to extraordinary minds, maybe I would have come to terms with it much kindly except I wasn't. I always thought that people around me were brilliant, smart, and talented (until now). To the point where I felt the need to alienate myself from it all so I could remain in the forefront of my own mind.

Comparisons come naturally but having them weigh on you is a different ball game altogether. Learning ways out of it is always challenging because insecurities aren't just a singular form of monster-- Sometimes it's about the future, sometimes it's body image, sometimes it's the gripping idea of not being enough for anything you love and it's all so cursed and horrible.

There was that time when more things were piled up on the mental shelving. I was talking shit about someone. Sure, people do it all the time but I think that time I was... viciously and purposelessly nitpicking. Everything I could say about that person, I said it. Totally not proud of that moment and a friend thought so too! First, they told me to shut the fuck up. Just like that, really. Next is they pointed it out. As in told me "V, you have a problem and it's really fine being a total hater but you're not usually like this with other things you dislike. What's wrong?" and then we EXPLORED. Doing this can be so cringe a lot of times but hey, we face the music in this club! I was happy to not be thinking about it alone and the experience made me learn a new way of confronting things and issues that make me feel insecure.

We talked about the whats, whys, and hows of being one hell of a hater and how even if certain reasons are justified. Like, okay, someone did something bad to you and you hate them for it? That's totally valid. Do you find certain traits a bit off your tastes? that's valid too! But even if they are valid feelings, most of the time it's not enough to justify certain actions. The thing is, we don't really have the right to be so up in someone's business about every little thing they do. It's frustrating and I feel like a hypocrite saying this sometimes because I have the obsessive compulsion to keep everyone at arm's length but I feel like there's a parameter where peoples' businesses either become something welcome or becomes a blip on a radar that I'd aggressively shoot down. Although I know that my radar can get too wide and that I need some willpower to hold back snark and suspicion. What can I say, I'm weak to any notions of ill-intent (a byproduct of assault).

But fortitude would sometimes come from borrowed words:

"Don't deny yourself what you think but don't do yourself a disservice by not figuring out what it really is about"

I was told then. To be truthful but exercise tact (I'm neither tactful, clever nor silent hence the trouble that follows) and to be mindful of the undercurrents of my thoughts. I think it's important to take a step back and at least ask yourself the most honest and genuine whys.

Insecurity has a bad rep and is too often used derogatorily for something so common and rather natural. But I feel that ultimately, insecurity stems from an understanding of what you don't have and the frustration of having aspirations. Having aspirations being a good thing but the frustration makes us people act up in so many different ways. For me, insecurities have primarily manifested themselves through the urge to just hide everything that makes me happy because I couldn't (and it's still hard to) stand digs at the things I do to keep me sane. Plus I've always thought them (happy things) few and temporary so that's that. Younger me was weird about it omg.

The rule in this house now though is to express what makes me happy and I think I've saved up a bit of grit to not allow myself to be gatekept (by others and by myself**) from those happy things! I love a lot of things (baking, running, reading, pets, anime & manga, drawing...) and the gatekeeping going on with all those? Surprisingly plenty! A totally different word block (that I won't write because I think this has to be put to rest here), really, and also a total nightmare. But how it applies in the realm of insecurities is... Oh, boi. Ignore it-- it's just bad news as it is strong fuel to a fire you don't want to keep going. If you love doing what you do and you're not hurting anyone then just keep going. I know for a fact that the things I love doing are loved by many others too because running? Creating things? Reading? These are things worth loving without it having to be a competitive chore (If you wanna challenge goals though then hey! Good on you! YOU CAN DO IT!)

Draw your lines, plan your layering in a way that fits your style. Use the tools that work for you. Put on your shoes and get going. I'm only particular with speed because I want to get better (and lol I am not fast) but just being out there and moving? That's already running. Fail some recipes or nail em, whatever happens, just try. Fangirl over what you wanna fangirl about! Post it on your IG and all your other socials. A rather horrifying realization is that no matter what you do, someone's gonna take a dunk at ya. Worse, you can be intentionally approached and engaged for that purpose primarily. It's okay (not really but... if it happens, it happens ). Even if you're used to it, it will still get to you but maybe less and less through time. When the voice of apprehension guides you to retaliate in the most painful way you know, just keep the fear at bay and be strong to not let that urge take over your words and actions. Be frustrated! It's fine! And I really don't support self-harm so please don't misunderstand when I say that when it comes to fear and insecurity, there's a lot you have to take on yourself so you don't hurt others. A lot to unpack between you and your brain. There are people who can love you without patronizing you and those you can trust to reign you in when you lose better judgment. Be honest and let them in.

Have that conversation.

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Extras:

- AH! But I got to say this cause I also saw a post that said "if you haven't ran 50 to 100 miles, you don't know what a hard run is" wow. Fuck that guy. Actually, don't. He's probably not a fun date.

- this: "you can be intentionally approached and engaged for that purpose primarily" is from experience. An extra worse thing is to be vilified for retaliating. Like...was I just supposed to sit there and take it?

- I used to not like motivational quotes! I mean, I'm alright with them now for sure! We were talking about them and I was asked "What's wrong with properly credited borrowed words? You use them all the time since you like referencing songs." and it was like a tunnel of light appeared before me! Sorry for those whose post I've frowned at! I had an angst phase! I am very genuinely sorry 🙏🏻

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