#i never thought this would happen to meeeeee

[cityelf]

Left is MY FIC, right is the ACTUAL BOOK QUOTE IT WAS INSPIRED BY

(Mask context: masquerade ball / cinderella au)

It has been doing numbers EVERYWHERE and I only found out from this lovely person who commented on Ao3:

So yeah I guess if anyone wants to read an 8 year old Song of Achilles fanfic written in a fever dream after watching Into The Woods, be my guest

#losing my utter mind #song of achilles #i never thought this would happen to meeeeee #tsoa

[altschmerzes]

Why are you so talenteddddddddd UGH YOU ARE KILLING ME I AM DYING. You feed be the most delicious crumbs of qpr and it SUSTAINS ME it FEEDS MY SOUL. Tis not enough that you bring me thoughtful character interactions and the wonderful messy nuance of caring about people. It’s not enough that you treat your characters with such dignity and love. You also paint these loving moments of pure gentleness and love and I AM CLAWING MY HANDS DOWN MY FAAAAAAAAACE WHY GAV WHY

Hey. Good job <3

EEEEEHEHEHEHE THANK YOU...... WAH???? this is my goal :') you're so nice to meeeeee wah

for real this is exactly the sort of response i am aiming to elicit and i am laughing and also very :') :') :') thank you so much your encouragement has meant a LOT to me in many many ways and at many moments but particularly with this fic (the two aces qpr fic, loneliness into loneliness)

'but gav' you may say, 'i already know what fic you're talking about, why are you specifying?' well, in retribution for nice to me, i am adding another clip from that scene-

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The sound of the programme that had been on when Jamie walked into the living room continues in the dull, distant way of background noise. It’s definitely louder by literal volume but it fades away, overshadowed by that heartbeat, by Dani’s breathing. The hand holding onto the nape of Jamie’s neck stays there, grip heavy and grounding in a way he’s come to like quite a lot. Dani’s other hand runs slowly up and down his back, tracing the same path over and over. After a while, the brush of his palm stops at the small of Jamie’s back and lingers there. Dani’s fingers curl, toying with the hem of Jamie’s shirt.

“May I…” He doesn’t explain further or finish the question fully, doesn’t elaborate. The tone of his voice is awkward and unsure in a way it rarely sounds. Despite the barely-begun sentence, what he’s asking is clear.

“Like before?” Jamie asks, mumbled into Dani’s collar. He remembers falling asleep with Dani’s hand on his side, the way it had felt to have that arm around him, the warm press of skin against his under his shirt, and he wants that. He realizes, suddenly and powerfully, that he wants that. When Dani hums his confirmation, like before, Jamie nods. He doesn’t know that he trust himself to speak, to admit what he wants out loud, but he can nod.

As soon as he nods, anxiety sparks to life in Jamie’s gut. He’s convinced, in a quick and dizzying snap, that he’s terribly misinterpreted the question, that the way that Dani had touched him that night had to be a one-time thing. That he would get something like that more than once seems lucky in an impossible kind of way, the kind of way that just didn’t happen to him. Except that, part of the way into the thought process that’s beginning to pull threads of tension back into his shoulders, Jamie feels Dani’s hand slip under his shirt.

It calms Jamie immediately. A breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, trapped frozen and nervous in his lungs, rushes out and every bit of stress flees his body under the press of the wide palm against the small of his back. He shudders and closes his eyes when Dani’s hand shifts a bit, pressing slightly harder.

“Jamie?” Dani asks, going very still.

The question is just one word, just his name, and Jamie has never been very good at deciphering the secondary meanings behind what people said when they didn’t say what they meant, but this is Dani. Something about the fact that it’s Dani, about the time they’ve spent together recently, the faint fear he recognizes very clearly in his friend’s voice, though, all of it adds up to Jamie being pretty damn sure he knows what the question had meant.

Am I hurting you? Is this okay? Should I stop?

Again, Jamie finds he can’t quite speak. He starts to try, to gather up ‘please don’t stop’ and ‘this is so much fucking better than okay’ and force it, any of it, out of his mouth, but he can’t. It all gets caught up in his chest, not even making it to his throat, never mind into the world. Since that’s not working, he just nods again, pressing his face hard into Dani’s chest. Jamie tries to communicate without words that laying here with Dani, Dani’s hand beneath his shirt, skin against skin, is better than okay. It’s warm and safe and perfect. It makes him feel fuzzy and happy inside the way that he does when he watches Sam get Man of the Match, or sees Roy look at him like he’s proud of him, or when Keeley stands on her toes to kiss him on the cheek.

Something of what he means must get across because Dani doesn’t pull away. Instead he breathes deep and slow, shifting Jamie’s head ever so slightly with each breath, and starts drawing his hand up and down Jamie’s back. The programme keeps going in the background, but the telly may as well not be on at all. With his eyes closed and the touch taking up all of the attention that he has to give, it’s like Jamie’s world has narrowed down to this couch.

There’s a strange sort of alertness to it. Jamie scrunches his eyelids even tighter shut and tries to pinpoint what it is, what he’s feeling. The conclusion comes to him slowly, and it sends a faint, unsteady shiver through his pursed lips.

The feeling of those hands on him, Dani’s slightly rough palm high on his back between his shoulder blades, the faint chill lower down where his shirt has been rucked up by the angle, it feels to Jamie like he’s been given the ability to understand the shape of his own body. It’s like he’s fully present in it and in the moment around him, not half-detached or floating or trying to get away or that weird thing where sometimes it feels like he doesn���t fit in it right and the edges don’t quite line up. None of that is happening now. Jamie knows where he is and what’s happening to him. He’s fully present in it and he knows, as sure as he knows anything else, that he’s safe, and that’s… that’s nice.

#gav gab #gav answers #readwing #YOURE THE BEST MWAH #fic: loneliness into loneliness #THIS SCEEEEEEEEENE #writing liveblog #long post #they're both so anxious and so unsure of what they're doing but they want to be here and they want to be here together.... #and that's enough to figure it out

[plaindangan]

a very bored and very horny miu and kaede watch very lewd porn together for their usual masturbating sessions, and stumbles upon a 5 hours long video of their good friend tsumugi the ultimate geeky nerd having Paid LUDICROUS amount of money to hire 2 ultra thicc and hot (only rivaled by the original) sluts that look veeeeeery close to the 2 blondes, before the bluenette fuck them so much the 3 girls look like sex is the only thing their minds can comprehend. How do they react~ ?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"L-look at this shit! Hah! 'Futa Nerd fuck brainy bimbos silly'?' Fuckin' Hell sounds like shit Tsumuggy watches!!"

"H-hey, be nice, M-miu!...Though I am curious." It was something both girls had been participating in for a while. A mutual masturbation session, with both laying in bed, getting themselves off to raunch videos. Both were pervs, albeit Miu was a bigger one, and it just so happened that rubbing themselves next to each other was a shared kink - so it was really just both trying to help each other out!

After a stressful week, they just want to kick back and enjoy some cheesy porno's for a bit and they'd thought they had the answer with this one...

Just neither expected what they saw next. On screen was a busty blonde actress in a set of pink overalls that could barely cover her set of, likely, silicon filled tits. She had a punkish look and was walking about a rather familiar dressing room like area. With an irritated look, she stuck her head out of the room.

"Hey! Kay-slow-ye! Hurry your ass up! It's bad enough that geek is late, its even worse with you two - flytits!!" Entering the room with an annoyed frown was a blonde actress wearing a pink, musical themed, fedora on her head and a dark blue dress.

"B-be quiet, Mia!! I'm telling you, my tits are about as big as yours!! Even then, who'd want boobs you cow!!!!" she yelled, causing Mia to shrink back with a whimper.

"D-don't yell at meeeeee!" sighing Kaye looked about the room.

"Though I do wonder where's Sue? She told us to meet her here..."

"Sorry, I'm late ladies~" Both turned around at the door and the Ultimates blondes could see the actresses face turn bright pink. In the doorway, was...Tsumugi?! Even if her hair was dyed brown and done up in a ponytail, even if she had altered her usual uniform to be wearing shorts instead of a long skirt...no matter how you slice it that was Tsumugi Shirogane. The question left to remain on their minds...how and why was she in this porn vid?!

Well, that and and how the Hell was she able to fit that long, girthy, erection in her pants and act natural about it?

"I-I had to arrange for another meeting for later on and free up some space for this one. See...I'm in need of some inspiration..." As she said that, she dropped her shorts to reveal her pre-cum slick cock. "You'll help me get some...right~"

1 Hour: Tsumugi was having her dick sucked by Mia and Kaye like their lives depended on it. Mia was more aggressive and eager, happily deepthroating her shaft noisly. As for Kaye, she was more subtle with her perviness, kissing at Sue's plump balls and tip more often than sucking. Both methods that hit home for the masturbating ladies at home. About halfway through the halfway hour mark, Tsumugi came right on their faces, but it was clear she wasn't done. No, instead, both blonde actresses began to give her a titjob that could make Miu and Kaede's combo a run for their money (though Miu would never settle for defeat by some randos!!. Though as one can expect, after splashing their faces with spunk once more, Tsumugi had decided to switch to incorporate her method of spicing up her bedroom life - cosplaying!!

2 hours: The video cut to a...rather familiar looking school. Kaye was now in an ill-fitting school girl outfit which had a lot of underboob showing and a mini-skirt that barely covered her perky, white thong wearing ass!! As she took a book out of a locker, she looked in surprise as a 'delinquent' was right in front of her. It was Tsumugi wearing bandages over her chest, white mask and a long black skirt that still had a throbbing cock underneath. When Kaye didn't want to fork over her test, Tsumugi decided to 'convince' her the only way she knew how - taking her in the girl's stall and fucking her in a full nelson there until the girl is begging to give everything to Tsumugi in exchange for her spunk!

3 hours: Now it was Mia's turn and she was currently jogging in a pink sports bra and a white pair of shorts - both doing a piss poor job at covering her privates! As Mia stopped to tie her shoes, Tsumugi (in a light blue shirt and black jogging shorts), came up behind her and grabbed her plump booty. Offering the woman some 'new excercise'. An exercise that had Mia under the bleachers, pants down and getting fucked in the ass by a very pent-up Tsumugi.

4. hours: The scene shifted back to class where Kaye and Mia were getting a sex education lesson from Tsumugi dressed as a certain teacher - down to even the blue dress and pink apron. Today's lesson: mating presses and cowgirl style. Both the teacher gladly demonstrated on her slutty looking, bimbo students. She mating pressed the begging, near broken Kaye on the teacher's desk (while Mia graced the camera by fingering herself), before laying on her back and fucking Mia who rode her cock like her life depended on it.

5 hours: Finally, both were in the principal's office to a Tsumugi wearing a purple suit akin to Jin Kirigiri. She listed off all their 'deviany' misdeeds of the day and was determined to 'punish' them. Punishment that involved gagging both, having them bend over his desk and testing out a leather paddles with holes on their jiggly butts. And when she got bored of that? Why have fun inserting dildo's or buttplugs in their asses of course!! But when she got tired of teasing them like so...well~ Finish them off by mercilessly going back and forth between each one, pounding away at their pussies until the entire office was covered in copious amounts of cum these girls were releasing.

For those who were watching this, each hour was so hot, Kaede and Miu had cum multiple times to the point they looked just as mind broken as those lucky actresses in those films. The thought of confronting Tsumugi about this to, potentially, stop her? Gone like the wind! What replaced it? Thoughts of making this on-camera threesome, a very steamy fivesome!!

#DRiruma-R18 #DRakamatsu-R18 #DRshirogane-R18

[yuukei-yikes]

i was thinking abt how ayano and shintaro r the only two characters who ever die by suicide (shintaro is only in some routes but STILL.) and like how that's a way of showing that they had the potential to understand each other (bc in my opinion they r actually very similar) but not until either of them were dead. idk does this make sense? i just thought of this today so this thought isnt very refined yet i need to think abt it more

they ARE similar!!!!! i totally agree. shintaro and ayano are totally similar people. they're both Justice Seekers but are so depressed and have such horrible self worth they can't actually be proactive about things. but then they are :3

i wish we got ayano pov from hs and why she liked shintaro. I've always thought ayano's crush on him is...cute!!! because she's literally going thru the horrors, her mom died, her dad is being Strange, and she has to take care of the house and her siblings all alone PLUS later learning of all the horrible stuff about the daze and clearing. and yet. she's also a normal hs girl who has a silly crush on her classmate. not that we ever saw it but i definitely think ayano got to see at least once the shintaro we see who fights for good and doesn't let fear get to him like when he yells at the fucking terrorists or acts all cool when they face clearing in the novels. i think ayano got to see shintaro being Heroic or whatever and she was like THIS is the kind of guy we need to be recruiting in the mekakushi dan🔥🔥🔥 like seriously im delusional abt this but i think there should be a shinaya backstory abt this.

man i wish we saw more hs shinaya😭😭😭😭😭 im so mad that they only ever show shintaro being a fucking asshole lord in hs like im not rooting for you bitch FAST FORWARD NOW but the fact ayano knows shintaro likes music and shoujo manga etcetc its clear ayano and shintaro had normal ass conversations all the time. SHOW THEM TO MEEEEEE whatever. i dont even care <- cares

anyways i just wanted to say i think ayano does Kind of understand shintaro. i also wish we saw ayano think of shintaro in the entire conjecture with clearing eyes killing haruka and takane and her sacrificing herself for them and the mekatrio. Go listen to full disclosure from steven universe and you will understand my ayano vision for this. sorry that was weird. i think ayano wanted to keep shintaro as uninvolved as possible, haruka and takane were inevitably already in it. she just wanted to make sure to take them Out of it but shintaro.. i think ayano always had the feeling shintaro would get involved. i think ayano gravitates towards shintaro because she needed help and she needed a hero and deep down she knew this was him. but she never manages to properly reach out or even understand it i guess. but i think ayano did understand shintaro maybe even more he understood himself. on the other hand shintaro DID NOT understand ayano AT ALL but like you said, he could have. who knows how things had gone if shintaro had walked in when he saw ayano crying in the classroom!!! imagine ayano managing to pour her heart out and tell him what's gonna happen to their friends and her family. he would've helped. shintaro would've done something. but ayano wouldn't want him to bc he would get hurt but at the same time she WOULD want him to because she's so scared and alone and desperate for help *holds head *

also i always make myself insane abt shintaro and ayano being depressed legends who wanna die. while haruka and takane struggle with health problems and want to Live So Badly. sorry for bringing up harutaka Hi its me tumblr user yuukei yikes vinnie i will ALWAYS make it about harutaka. i just wanted to say that. shinaya who wanna die and tragedy arises from never meeting in the middle and not being able to understand each other vs harutaka who wanna live more than anything and tragedy arises from being forcibly separated.

ayano's words to takane when she's projecting so hard. there are times you want to tell someone something but you wind up being too late. ayano was never gonna say anything to shintaro because she didnt Want to. she knew what she was going to the roof for. while takane immediately makes a run for it to say something to haruka, she is just too late and has no control over her fate. whatever im normal!

#ask tag #kagenalysis #shinaya

[rillils]

no bc its gonna take so long before he gets to see those beautiful beautiful eyes again and im not fine

THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION ON HIS FACE THAT HE COULD POSSIBLY NEVER SEE THOSE EYES AGAIN

THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION THAT HE MADE A MISTAKE AND ITS HIS FAULT

KILLLL MEEEEEE

god that's possibly the most heartbreaking moment of that entire scene

you know, I think, when he tells Crowley "Nothing lasts forever", and Crowley eventually replies with this really really soft "No, I don't suppose it does", for a second there Aziraphale thinks he's actually agreeing with him - that he's finally got through to Crowley, that Crowley understands what he meant ("I'm more than willing to leave this entire world behind, including my beloved bookshop, if it means that I get to be with you forever") and now Crowley's gonna slip his glasses back on and they're going to leave together

but then, instead of taking his arm and saying "alrighty, let's go angel", Crowley says "Good luck" and walks away on his own, leaving Aziraphale behind

that's the moment it truly dawns on him that this conversation went in an entirely opposite direction than he thought it was going up until now, and it fucking hurtssssssss

because this is it. this is the last time they'll ever see each other, isn't it, if he's going back to Heaven and Crowley's staying on Earth. this is their last conversation, the last time he'll ever hear Crowley call him Angel, the last time he'll ever get to see Crowley's eyes, open and exposed. like fuck it all, they're losing each other!!! he's losing the only being who's stayed by his side for the last 6 fucking millennia! the one he loves more than anyone or anything else!! I mean he DID tell the Metatron, literally in so many words, I don't want to go back to Heaven, the only thing that swayed him in the first place was the promise that Crowley would be there with him! that their partnership, as the Metatron calls it, could have been officially accepted, maybe even endorsed, and they would have been free to be together in the light of day, without ever fearing the consequences of being discovered!!!

of course that was never gonna happen bc Heaven sucks and the Metatron even more so, but what does Aziraphale know 😭😭 he was so epically blinded by the prospect of living happily ever after with Crowley, he didn't see anything else 😭😭😭

IT'S A FUCKING TRAGEDY, IS WHAT IT IS 😭😭😭😭😭

#stucky just stucky #personal #babe help our children are killing me again 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[harryfeatgaga]

fwbrry being your first everything 😋 one night you're drinking together and you accidentally let it slip that you're completely inexperienced, you're kind of getting down on yourself saying "isn't that pathetic? i've never even kissed anyone" and he's immediately all "it's not pathetic... not at all, i think it's really good that youre waiting for someone you trust and feel comfortable with" and you're like 🙄yeah whatever it's still lame, when my friends share their wild one nightstand stories i just sit there and have nothing to say" and he's nodding bc he just gets you 😋 then he's all "well...... if you ever wanted someone... i'm always here" and that only frustrates you more bc you think he's teasing you but then he says "no seriously, i'll help you get some experience if you want" and you're truly looking and thinking about it 😋then later that week when you're both sober you go to him and ask if he was serious and he's so ready to go right away 😋 you're like "slow down, i haven't even kissed anyone yet" and he really just can't believe that 😋

he's like "what? no way, you're gorgeous no way no one has ever-" but you cut him off saying "yeah i get it but it's never happened okay?" and you're so defensive bc no matter what he says you still feel a little awkward about it so you say "if you're going to joke around you can just fuck off, this is a really big deal for me and i don't need you teasing me and-" but he cuts you off gently saying "hey, hey, i promise i wasn't teasing you, you know i would never do that pretty girl" and you're refusing to look at him but you shrug a little, he comes over and gives you a hug 😔 he's rubbing your back and he says "if you didn't know by now, i'm kind of obsessed with you... i would never make fun of you for anything, and especially not something like this, hm?" and you nod against his chest 😔 then he says "i really was asking because i was surprised, i thought you were dating that guy for a while? mark? i assumed he would have at least tried to kiss you" and you shake your head saying "no he mostly just asked me to suck him off" and harrsy like "...what?" and you say "yeah, like literally after our first date he asked me" and then you say "i didn't do it! but yeah that's basically my relationship experience so... yeah" and he just hugs you a little tighter then says "i'm sorry, you deserve so much better than that" and then you're both quiet for a while 😔

then you say "would you... would you kiss me? i know that's probably not what you meant when you said experience but i don't know i just- i know you and i feel safe with you and i know you won't laugh at me-" and he cuts you off again to say "of course i will... but are you sure? it's kind of a big deal, i don't want you to regret your first kiss" and you look up at him and say "i won't regret it" and he just cant wait any longer so he leans down to kiss you 😔 you freeze at first bc you're not sure what to do but then you remember its harry, your best friend for so many years, and this really isnt scary at all so you try to just follow his lead 😔 he's very gentle and slow just like he knows you need and one of his hands is on your back, the other on the side of your face 😔 way too soon he breaks away, but he stays close and says in a low voice "how was that?" and you're blushing so hard but you say "yeah it was good" and he's smiling saying "that's good... only the best for my favorite girl" and you just nod 😋 then you get so brave and say "can you give me the best everything else too?" and he laughs bc he didn't expect you to be so bold but he says "of course i can, couch or bed? 😏" and you're a little shy but you say "bed" and he's all "good choice" and then he's leading the way 😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDFHBHUDJN YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS FUCKING KILLLLLS MEEEEEE THIS MY FAVORITE CONCEPT EVERJNBHJFNBHJ OH YMG ODDDDJFHUJ BITCH I NEED MOREEEEE WHAT THE FUCKJVFJVJNFKNJGKVL!?!?!??!?

#harry concept #fave concept

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (20)

@tastetherainbow290 short bc i read so much yesterday

chapter 62

“the struggle chapter” i’m scared

aberforth 😭

i love pandora for keeping james’ cane

the phrase sad boy poetry will never not be funny to me

“Regulus is so visibly in love with him that it steals his breath.”

ahhhh jegulus

they’re moving

yay sleepover

“And, for the first time in a while, they're safe.” ❤️‍🩹

can we just end it here while things are good

things are bad now

alice ☹️

why would you write this 

“He wakes up, and he thinks about how he used to yearn for the chance to sleep in bed next to Remus, throughout the whole night, and now he can't.” 💔

wow everyone is just suffering

❤️‍🩹

i like sybill a lot

filius can marry people omg is he going to marry james and regulus

sirius 😭

marlene calling regulus reginald is so funny i love her

vanity 💔

remus having an epiphany

remus getting flustered when sirius kissed him

vanity my little genius i miss you 

chapter 63

time jump! 

oh?

marlene calling dorcas sexy after she kills someone 😭 real honestly

ok what is happening

they’re giving immunity to the districts!!!!

barty is my favorite

eeeeee dorlene is dorleneing

MARLENE 😭😭

dumbledore 💀

lily!!!!

i love remus and lily friendship i say this every time and every time it is true

marylily is marylilying

love <3

james! 

oh no are they fighting

of course barty would find people thinking he was “Regulus' discarded whore” hilarious

they’re making up now 🤭🤭

jegulus is jegulusing

🎶all along there was some invisible string tying you to meeeeee🎶

sirius just attacking remus 😭

“This rarely got Sirius the results he wanted, because Remus would just get aroused, generally.” valid

wolfstar is wolfstaring

so much hanky panky in this chapter. i mean im not mad about it

i love the end notes “remus: im Not the little spoon. also remus: *is the little spoon more often than not*”

#crimson rivers

[kiankiwi]

Little!jacob regressing on set and just begging and crying for us to come back to him :,(

YES!!! And we're gonna use Sydney (Sweeney aka Cassie) as his costar that notices and takes care of him until we get there to take care of him. I hope that's okay :) Also, this is gonna be a bit of a littles are known fic where the cast is aware of his regression it just makes it easier!

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Sydney knew Jacob was a regressor but she never thought she'd have to take care of him. She had no problem doing it if she needed to, she just never thought she'd have to do it without you around. Today seemed to be that day.

Today was a hard day on the Euphoria set for Jacob. Today there was a lot of angry scenes to get done. A lot of it was him getting verbally accosted by Eric, the actor who played Nate's father, Cal. Sydney could see Jake was struggling about halfway through this massive meltdown scene but at the end of it, he walked off and just disappeared. She had a feeling all the yelling would cause him to involuntarily regress which was never a good thing in the first place because involuntarily regressing usually involved hard triggers. It wouldn't be a good relaxing session of regressing. And set was not a great place to do that since you, his caregiver wasn't here to watch over him. So once Sam, the director and creator called cut, Sydney ran off looking for her friend.

She searched every spot that a little Jacob might find as a good hiding spot but couldn't find him so next, she tried the most obvious place, his trailer. "Jake, Jacob you in here?" Sydney cracked the door to hear Jacob crying in the back. She quietly came in to find her friend laying on the bed in the trailer laying on his belly, crying as his fists were clenched up by his face, his stuffed bunny under his arm.

Sydney came forward, trying to remember what to do to calm down a crying Jake. "Hey, buddy, what's going on?" Sydney asked, sitting down and rubbing his back.

"ERIC YELLED AT MEEEEEE!" Jacob yelled. "I know honey, that wasn't very nice was it?" Sydney took out her phone wanting to let you know what was going on as soon as possible. "He scared me!" Jacob yelled, still crying into the pillow. Sydney nodded, now understanding why Jacob involuntarily dropped so quickly with very little warning. "He scared you? I'm so sorry baby, do you want me to call mama?" Jacob nodded as he still cried in the pillow. "Alright baby, it's ringing." Jacob sat up, still crying as Sydney handed him the phone and side hugged him.

"Hey baby!" Your smile dropped as you saw tears were running down your littles face. "What's the matter?" Jake was still crying so Sydney leaned in and explained. "He was doing a scene with Eric and it caused him to drop. He's having a hard day."

"What happened baby, can you tell mama?" Jacob attempted to take a deep breath before explaining the best he could. "H-he was yelling. I-I tried to stay a big boy but h-he scared me. Couldn't do it mama, I'm sorry."

You sighed, feeling bad for your baby. "That's okay baby, you don't need to apologize. And I'm sure you were stressing out before this scene, am I right?" Jacob nodded as he rubbed at his eyes and sniffled. You nodded. That made sense. Stress was another big trigger for Jake's involuntary regression.

"I'm so sorry you're having a bad day baby, I'm on my way to come get you okay?" Jacob nodded and Sydney leaned in again. "Is there anything I can do to help calm him down before you get here?" You sighed, picking up your phone and walking to get your keys and shoes. "Um, if you can move him he might crawl into your lap. He likes his hair played with too." Sydney nods as Jacob laid his head on his friends shoulder. "Okay, we'll be waiting for you." You smiled, blowing Jacob a kiss. "Okay baby, I'll be there in a few minutes, okay?" Jacob nodded and blew you a kiss back.

You walked into the trailer to find Sydney had successfully moved her and Jake to the couch. He was lounging in her lap and her nails were in his hair scratching his scalp. "Hey, baby, look who it is!" Sydney points out as you walk in. "MAMA!" Jake yelled, reaching for you. "Oh I know baby, you're having a really hard day huh?" Jacob nodded as Jacob leaned into your shoulder and snuggled in, hiding against you. "Shhh, you're just fine baby. I saw Eric earlier, is it okay if he comes and talks to you? He feels bad that he scared you! He wouldn't have if he realized you were about to drop, honey?" Jacob just whines and wanted comfort so you rocked him in your arms and rubbed his back.

Sydney stood up. "I'm just gonna... go update the crew and everyone on Jake... see what they want to do." You nodded as you cradled Jacob's head to your shoulder.

Finally, about fifteen minutes later, Jacob was calmed to sniffles. You heard a knock on the trailer door. "Come in!" You called as Jake sat in your lap. "Oh, hey Eric." You smiled sadly as the man took in your situation. "Is he...?" Eric whispered, checking on his TV son.

You nodded as Jacob hid in your shoulder. "He's fine, he's just having a hard day." Eric sat beside you and waited until Jacob was ready to come out from his hiding spot aka your shoulder.

Feeling Eric's presence, Jake peeked out from your shoulder and looked at his castmate. "Hi buddy, I just wanted to check on you. I'm really sorry I went overboard today. I didn't mean to, I would've never gone that hard if I knew you were about to drop." Eric explained.

"Mean." Jacob said, not moving his head from your shoulder as you ran your hand through the hair at the back of his head to calm him. Eric nods. "I was being mean. And I'm sorry for that bud. I won't do it again if you're feeling small okay? Next time, you gotta tell me if I'm going too far okay?" Jacob nods. Eric pats the boys knee. "Alright, are we friends again?" Jacob nodded. and Eric stood up, ruffling the littles hair. "Alright you be good for your mama alright?" Jacob smiled. "I be good!"

As Eric left the trailer you got a text from Sydney saying that Sam said Jacob could go home, that they were gonna film Zendaya's scenes for the rest of the day so he wouldn't miss anything. You smiled. "Alright baby, you ready to go home and have a nap? Have some cuddles with mama." Jacob yawned and nodded as you took him off the lot.

@crypticminx @mooodyblue

#little!jake #little!Jacob Elordi #little!jacob elordi fic #kiwiswriting #little!Jacob

[arndylevinbarber]

THE ENDING OF SUNFLOWER I GASPED

can we please get a prt 2 on how the reader dies?

love your work as always 🫂♥️

A/N: Yes you can!!! Also thank you so much for appreciating what I write <3 That means so much to meeeeee!!!

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Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Reader | Robert Pronge x Reader (past)

Warnings: Fluff | Stalking | Major character death

WC: 929-

Part 1

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Lloyd kept his promise. He laid off work for an entire month to take you away in a secluded location near the beach and it was the happiest you have ever been in your entire life. Every morning was composed of him pulling you closer, whining and mumbling “Five more minutes sunshine…” as you tried to get up and get ready for the day. Honestly, could you ever say no to him?

However, secluded didn’t mean privacy for just the two of you. He insisted that he keep his men with him at all times just in case an emergency happens with the reassurance that he did not have any clients to tend and you had him all to yourself.

“Sunshine, you wanna go scuba diving today?” He asked as he took a bite of his breakfast, watching your every move as he realized that he missed the feeling of domestic bliss. He saw a future with you, a family even and he couldn’t wait to watch you walk down the aisle and have you hear his vows.

“Yes please! I’ve never done it before and those Tiktoks make them look so fun and interesting.” Beaming at your lover, you nod eagerly at his suggestion. In all honesty, you two could stay in the entire day and your happiness rate would stay at 100%. It seemed like Lloyd was everything you’ll ever need in your life and throughout this vacation, he kept proving your thoughts right.

“I’ll go make a quick phone call then let’s go, okay? Finish your food.” He says before getting up, placing an airpod in his ear as he taps away on his phone. You really didn’t care about his business because that’s not what entirely defined Lloyd. He had another side to him, a side that he only shows to you because you were the only one worthy of his vulnerability.

As you were almost done with your breakfast, you heard three faint knocks on the door followed up with: “Housekeeping! Complimentary breakfast for Mr. and Mrs. Hansen!”

Lloyd was out on the balcony and you knew you were safe in his presence so what was the harm in answering the door, right? Rising up to your feet, you make your way towards the foyer before opening the door to be greeted by an old lady holding a push cart. She made her way towards the dining room before leaving and you muttered a soft “Thank you.” just before you closed the door.

Being a naturally curious being, you lifted off the silver lid that was covering the food and your mouth instantly watered at the sight of different pastries plated nicely on fine china. Picking up a bagel that was already cut in half, you excitedly spread some cream cheese onto it before taking a big bite, letting the flavors register into your mouth.

It was only a few seconds before Lloyd heard a thud and when he walked back in the dining area, there you were laying down on the ground lifeless and quickly turning pale.

-

“Hey sweets.” The long haired man planted a sweet kiss on your cheek as he entered the kitchen, placing his apron down on the island, he then made his way to the fridge to retrieve a beer.

“I want to break up.” You spoke directly as you kept your head down, refusing to look at the man as you were terrified of how he’ll react.

“Okay.” It was all that he said out loud. Silly girl, you’ll always be mine.

The relationship you used to have with Robert was stagnant. What you felt when you got together was that you didn’t really love him to an extent of seeing a family with him and you stayed because he was enough to fill the void in your heart. He never did you wrong nor did he see you as just a toy for him to play with. You felt cherished and important and you really were. If only you found out what he really did for a living back then, you would know that you have major issues when it comes to being attracted to men who murder like it’s a sport.

After gathering your belongings and loading them into your car, you give Robert a goodbye hug and thank him for everything, even offering to stay friends. He only gave you a sad smile and one final kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll be here when you need me sweets. You don’t even have to ask if I’m busy.”

But you didn’t have to know about Robert putting a tracker in your phone as he watched where you were going every day. You didn’t have to know that Robert watched your entire first conversation with Lloyd and you definitely didn’t need to know that Robert’s target wasn’t you in the first place so you can only imagine the look on his face when you fell down on the ground.

-

“Cyanide poisoning?! Who the fuck got into that resort?! I need answers, now!” Saying that Lloyd was angry is an understatement. He was beyond furious and there were only two things that he wanted to do:

Have you back and alive

Kill the one who killed you with his bare hands

“We checked the CCTV footage and there was a man who snuck into the kitchen and added a substance into the pastries, sir.” A man showed him a tablet containing the video and as Lloyd took a closer look, he felt his blood boil even more.

“Fuckin’ Pronge… god fucking dammit! I need him here and alive, move!”

#Lloyd Hansen #Lloyd Hansen x Reader #Robert Pronge #Robert Pronge x Reader #Chris Evans #Chris Evans x Reader

[akookminsupporter]

Never in my life i would have thought I would watch a 24min vlog of someone making a bracelet in a language I barely know (trying to learn, it’s hard) but here I am watching Jimin and gushing every 30sec because he is so beautiful and cute and endearing and the nicest person ever and what is happening to meeeeee

SAME!

He is soooooooo endearing 😭😭😭😭 and cute and just…. An angel. He is truly a beautiful, special person.

#anon #ask #bts #JM #bts vlog

[jaydee1818]

So nervous about visiting home I vomited lol

When we went home last time we only visited my in-laws, who I had already met, and who I knew liked me. And we went to the beach and went on the water and swam in the ocean and ate really excellent sea food.

Now, literal years after getting together, my girlfriend is going to meet my family all in one go. Not a big family, but all of them in one day. They have a history of being mean to me and it’s fucking twisted my stomach into fucking knots and aggravated my ulcer. That’s right. An ulcer. I’m too young for a fucking ulcer. I got it at fucking 24 and the Dr told me the type I had is usually seen in men over 60.

Like. They really enjoy belittling me when my partner is so excellent. Like, ‘oh why are you with this sourpuss?’ ‘How can you stand to be around them all the time?’ Or like ‘JD, how did you manage to get with someone so lovely?’ Just dumb mean shit and like. Fucking sue me for having a wonderful partner. Maybe you think I’m so shitty because I don’t want you to know anything about me because you fucking emotionally abused me when I was a child and letting you know me even a little bit sets of my fucking fight or flight response. They don’t ‘get it’ because they’ve never seen the private version of myself. I know my partner is on my side, they said so multiple times, but I’m still feeling fucking awful.

God god god I’m going to vomit again. I haven’t seen them in years. Years. 6 years? Excluding my mom like, maybe 3 times and one aunt one time. Fuck meeeeee. God damn it and now my cousins are all adults and out of school and just fuck meeeee. I can feel the judgment before it even happens I’m going to vomittttt. How am I supposed to get through a six hour cross country fucking flight like this?

That, and I’m going to be meeting my girlfriend’s extended family this time. And they have a big extended family. Cousins uncles aunts nieces nephews, the fucking works. And honestly I’m less worried about that than the one human day we’ll spend with mine. Like. Their family can badmouth me in Spanish all they like honestly. I just am melting down about mine. And I’m so happy I’m having this stupid fucking melt down home alone because my partner is a nervous flyer and has anxiety and I can only imagine what me vomiting because of nerves would do.

Honestly I just hope it’s passed by the time I have to pick her up from the train station. I can’t even drink water without fucking ralphing and I thought, oh, maybe it’s exacerbated because of the heat so I go sit in the AC and nope. I’m just that nervous.

#I hope venting helps my fucking stomach #Jd shit #personal #ignore #text

[silverflame2724]

WWX decides to kill two birds with one stone and with the help of WQ reforges the Stygian Tiger Seal into a artificial golden core replacement which she implants into WWX.

WWXs eyes are now permanently red and he has the full power of the seal at his fingertips at all times because its part of him now.

Another side effect of this Stygian Core is discovered when WWX misses JZXs ambush and is instead attacked and disembowled in Carp Tower in full view of the cultivation world but then immediately regenerates without a scratch and blood ruined robes.

Watching WWX be more annoyed at the bloody robes than being disembowled because the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation has apparently cultivated to immortality USING RESENTMENT shakes a lot of people.

“Huh.” Wen Qing says as she observes yet another failure of Wei Wuxian’s inventions quite literally blow up in his face. “So this Seal of yours protects you?”

Wei Wuxian coughs from the smoke of his busted invention, “Well, yeah. What about it?”

“It’s sentient, correct?”

“Yeah....?”

“Hmm.” Wen Qing observed the Seal slowly bobbing up and down. “Can you circulate resentful energy through the Seal for a moment? Don’t make it do anything. Just channel resentful energy through it like you would if you channeled spiritual energy normally.”

“Okayyy??” Wei Wuxian was perplexed but nevertheless obeyed and watched as Wen Qing’s eyes brightened. “What? What is it? Wen Qing, tell meeeeee! Don’t leave me out!!!!!”

“Brat, I’m trying to concentrate.” She scolded him, but her tone was fond.

Wei Wuxian waited a few more moments before it seemed like Wen Qing had seen enough.

“I want you to calm down when I say this, but I think you can reforge the Seal into a core which I can transfer into you.”

Wei Wuxian was silent......for about two seconds. “............What?”

Wen Qing sighed. “Wei Wuxian, when you channeled resentful energy through the Seal, the Seal acted much like how it would if someone were to channel spiritual energy through their core. The Seal can be made into an artificial core is what I’m saying.”

“I.....you are sure?” Wei Wuxian asked. He knew Wen Qing wouldn’t joke about this.

“Yes. I’m about eighty percent sure this will go well. I can even knock you out when I cut you open this time.”

“I.....okay.” Wei Wuxian was at a loss for words.

“So I’ve rendered you speechless.” Wen Qing smiled. “That kinda feels good.”

Wei Wuxian pouted.

...........

It took a few days to reform the Seal into a form that would resemble a core but Wei Wuxian was a genius and having Wen Qing there to bounce ideas off of helped in giving him a clue as to how a core should look and feel like.

“Are you ready?” Wen Qing asked.

Wei Wuxian, who was one hundred percent not ready, said, “Yes.”

Wen Qing saw through this. “It will be alright.” She squeezed his hand. “This time, it will be alright.”

That was the last thing he heard before he was knocked out.

.

.

.

When he awoke, his eyes had burned for a little before the pain dissipated.

Wen Qing had been in the midst of declaring the operation successful when she suddenly paused, “Huh.”

“What is it?” He asked nervously. Did something go wrong?

“Oh.....it’s, hmm. A’ Ning, get me some water, will you?”

Wen Ning returned not long later and locked eyes with Wei Wuxian. He seemed quite startled and that made Wei Wuxian even more curious. Based on Wen Qing’s reaction, it wasn’t anything bad, but still.....

“Wei Wuxian.”

“Yes?”

“Look at your reflection and you’ll understand why A’ Ning and I looked startled.”

Wei Wuxian did.

And he was shocked to see that his eyes have now become a brilliant shade of red. “What the hell?”

“Mmhm.” 

“Why are my eyes red???”

“Well, Wei Wuxian, I’m not sure if anyone’s told you, but you’re aware your eyes turn red everytime you use demonic cultivation, right?”

“Umm, no??”

“Well, they do. And considering what your core is, well. I’m not entirely surprised this happened. It was certainly unexpected though.” She finished cleaning up and left Wei Wuxian to just sit and admire his reflection.

...................

A week and some carefully supervised experiments later, Wei Wuxian had full control over his core. It was really just the same thing as how one would normally use a golden core, so it didn’t take long for him to get the hang of it. However, considering his core is the Seal, he also had the ability to control thousands of corpses and this time without any of the side effects.

He also spent time trying to get Suibian to respond to him using resentful energy. Considering that the sword was a spiritual sword, he was unsure of the compatibility but Suibian seemed to adapt well enough and Wei Wuxian was so glad he didn’t have to give up ever using his beloved sword again.

The next step on his agenda was to update the wards. Using the power of the Seal to strengthen it was a walk in the park and Wei Wuxian finally felt like despite how the cultivation world was always on the verge of killing him and the Wens, they’d be safe. The wards would hold out.

He then started absorbing all the deep-seated resentment in the soil to make it more fertile as well as trying to clear the Burial Mounds resentment by listening to the stories of the dead and helping them pass on. He also painstakingly dug up all the strewn about corpses, burned them and held proper funeral rites for them.

The crops flourished, the Wens and him were well-fed, and the Burial Mounds started to lighten up. Wei Wuxian no longer looked to be on the verge of death and he was able to cultivate without any problem.

Like this, time passed peacefully.

..........................

He was invited to his nephew’s one month celebration not long later and Wei Wuxian decided that this would be a good time to show the cultivation world that he truly is the grandmaster of demonic cultivation they all claim him to be. (In truth, he never considered himself to be any sort of grandmaster considering how little he knew of demonic cultivation, but it was different now.)

He told Wen Ning and the other corpses - of the resentful spirits that stayed behind saying they wanted to help him - to watch for any Jins since he trusted they’d take this chance to attack the Burial Mounds.

After he put on a concealing talisman for his eyes - since he knew that his different eye color would make a huge uproar -, he took to the skies with Suibian and nearly teared up. He’d missed flying. He’d missed this feeling. Laughing happily, he circulated the resentful energy in his core and sped up, becoming a black blur as he flew straight over Qiongqi Path.

When he landed at the foot of Koi Tower, invitation in hand, the Jin guards seemed surprised to see him there but had to let him in, not wanting to offend him. 

Jiang Yanli-- no, it was Jin Yanli saw him and waved excitedly, beckoning him over. Out of his sight, Jin Guangyao and Jin Guangshan seemed surprised to see him there.

“A’ Xian!”

“Shijie!” The form of address slipped out.

Her face softened. “You made it!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

The whispers of the people around him, wondering why he was there, surrounded him, but he ignored it. “Shijie, here’s my present!”

She looked at the bell with a little bit of wonder. “What does it do?”

“It’ll ensure that high level resentful beings and below won’t be able to move!”

“Oh, A’ Xian! This is perfect.”

“Thank you.” Jin Zixuan said, awkwardly. Wei Wuxian had forgotten he was there.

“No need! If it’s for Shijie’s son, I’d do anything!”

“He’s my son, too.”

Wei Wuxian made a face at that. “Well, yeah.”

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng called and then stopped. “You have your sword?”

Wei Wuxian shrugged, “Yep!” He twirled around. “I started picking Suibian up again! But let’s not focus on that, Jiang Cheng!”

Jiang Cheng seemed hesitant but dropped it readily enough as they started bickering like they used to.

Suddenly--

“Wei Wuxian!” Someone yelled.

Wei Wuxian groaned. Can one day go on without someone yelling my name with hatred??? Like, please??

“Yeeeeeees?” He drawled tiredly.

And some Jin guy that vaguely looked like Jin Zixuan stomped in, looking murderous. “You, remove the curse that you put on me!!”

Murmurs started up all around them.

“Curse?” Wei Wuxian looked confused. “What curse? And who are you anyway? Am I supposed to know you from somewhere??” 

“You know who I am!!”

“No, I don’t actually.” Wei Wuxian scratched his head as he walked forward to get a better look. He really didn’t know!

“That’s Jin Zixun.” His shijie said, coming up to him. “From the Phoenix Mountain hunt?” Before Wei Wuxian could say anything, she continued. “The one that was supposed to apologize to you.”

“Hmm?” Wei Wuxian thought really hard. “Oh! I remember you now!” He said to a rather red-faced Jin Zixun. “Sorry about that buddy, but uhh I didn’t curse you! I didn’t even remember you until now!”

“It must be you! It has to be you!!” He screamed and it was really grating on his nerves. “See! Look at this!” He ripped his robes open and everyone gasped at the evidence of the Hundred Holes curse on his torso. 

Wei Wuxian whistled. “Well, that’s quite some curse. But I still didn’t do it.” Jin Zixun looked ready to refute so he continued, “Why would I curse you secretly when I usually make a big production of those I kill?”

People had to admit he had a point.

Jin Zixun continued to scream expletives until he finally rushed forward and in a rather bold move, drew his sword, plunging forward. However, in his anger, he completely missed his target and the direction of the blade pointed towards Jin Yanli.

“A’ Jie!!” Jiang Cheng screamed

Wei Wuxian was the closest to her and pushed her back, stepping in front of her taking the sword to his gut.

“A’ XIAN!!!” “WEI WUXIAN!!” “WEI YING!!” Jin Yanli, Jiang Cheng, and Lan Wangji, who was actually there, all screamed.

And Wei Wuxian who had just been disemboweled, grit his teeth and pulled out the sword. Which, in hindsight, was a horrible decision since blood got everywhere. Though not so much when his stomach stitched itself back together. “................Huh.” I knew I regenerated quickly considering how often I got hurt plowing the fields and digging up the corpses to put them to rest, but damn that was quick. Though..... “My robes!” He fake-cried, turning his attention to a stunned Jin Zixun. “You ruined my robes! I just managed to scrounge up enough money to buy this new pair and you ruined them!!!!” He fretted over the large rip over his abdomen. “What am I going to tell Wen Qing? She just told me not to stain them!”

The entire cultivation just stared at him in silent shock, making Wei Wuxian feel a little self-conscious. 

“Uhh, what are all of you staring at me for?”

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng said with all the patience of an exasperated brother. “Is that the only thing you can ask?!” He glared, signaling for two Jiang disciples to restrain Jin Zixun from anymore stupid ideas he’d like to enact. “When did you cultivate to immortality?”

“I didn’t??? What do you mean??”

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said, checking him over. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm? I’m a little dizzy considering all the blood I’ve lost, but it’s nothing big!” He grinned. It felt nice to have Lan Zhan care for him rather than fight with him.

“Wei Wuxian, stop flirting with Hanguang-Jun and answer the damn question.”

Wei Wuxian turned his attention back to his brother and pouted at him, missing Lan Wangji’s red ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“A’ Xian.” Shijie said and Wei Wuxian abruptly realized her robes had his blood on them. 

“Shijie, I’m sorry I got your robes dirty!”

“It’s fine.” She patted him. “But A’ Xian, I know you didn’t pay attention to those lectures, but only immortals can heal from wounds like that that quickly.”

“Really?”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan confirmed.

“Huh. So I’m immortal?”

“Yes.” Jiang Cheng deadpanned. “And you didn’t even notice it. In true Wei Wuxian fashion.”

Lan Zhan frowned then. He had still been checking Wei Wuxian’s pulse. “Wei Ying, what happened to your core?”

“Hmm? .........Oh shit.”

“Why is it covered in resentment?”

“Oh. Umm.” Wei Wuxian really was at a loss for words now. “We can discuss that later?”

“Wei Ying.”

“Aiya, how do you make my name sound like reprimand?”

“Don’t try to deflect the conversation.” Jiang Cheng said, now paying attention.

Wei Wuxian groaned. “Okay. Well, everyone would have found out sooner or later but umm. I might have cultivated to immortality accidentally via demonic cultivation? Haha, ha......”

No one laughed with him. They all looked pretty shaken and Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh at their reaction. He felt pretty detached from it all, to be honest.

“Can we all just forget about this and continue celebrating Jin Ling’s one month celebration?”

And everyone collectively said, “No.”

“Aww.”

___________________

To this day, I’m still unsure of whether it’s Carp Tower or Koi Tower.

#mdzs #wei ying #wei wuxian #wen qing #immortal wei wuxian #fluff #wei wuxian has a new core #but it's not a golden core #wen remnants #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #jiang yanli #jin zixuan #jin zixun #humor #lan zhan #lan wangji #mild warning for blood

[padfootagain]

The Adviser

Hey! I'm writing this little fic for @musicallisto's event! I'm using her prompts 4 and 29 for Caspian :

4. “Can you stay with me?”

29.“Their hands on your skin…”

I'm also including a bit of the drunken confessions trope for this one!

I hope you all like it, tell me what you think about it, and thank you again Clara for hosting this event! This is just pure fluff, you know me, it's soft hours time!!!! We love cute clichés here!

Pairing : Caspian x reader

Word Count: 3597 (I've proofread but I've been writing for four hours and my brain is fried, I am so sorry if there are more mistakes than usual, forgiiiiiive meeeeee!!!)

You shouldn't have been drinking like this. Deep down, you knew it was a mistake. But what choice did you have? It was the only way to forget what this princess what doing at that moment.

Her hand was on Caspian's arm, and you didn't fail to notice the way her fingers slipped down the length of his velvet sleeve to brush against the skin of his wrist. You took another large gulp of liquor, but the image was already printed all over your eyelids when you closed your eyes and tried to blink the sight away.

It was more than you could stand. So much more than what you were humanly able to stomach. And the worst part of it all, really, was that none of this was Caspian's fault. He didn't even know about how you felt for him, so how could he have guessed that him letting her touch him like this, being so close to him, were hurting so.

But it did hurt. God, it hurt so bad.

The room was full of noises and conversations. You were celebrating the signing of a new commercial agreement between Narnia and their neighbours. It was exciting, and all the politicians that had been involved in the elaboration of the treaty and its negotiations were now enjoying a much-deserved celebration. The treaty had been signed earlier in the afternoon, and hopefully it was the first step towards a friendship between the two nations.

And you should have been celebrating as well, because after all, this treaty was your baby. You had written parts of it, you had worked for months to convince lords that this treaty was a good thing. You had worked and worked relentlessly for so long on this project. It was your baby, in a way.

When you had begun this adventure, you had envisioned yourself in the position you were finally in now. With a signed treaty resting on the king's desk in his study, and surrounded by lords, princesses and other important political figures, drinking wine and eating pastries and laughing as the future seemed a little brighter than it was before.

What you had never imagined though, was that during the months you had spent working closely with the King of Narnia, you would fall madly, desperately, hopelessly in love with him.

You wanted to slap some sense into your own head for falling for him the way you had, but it would be useless. There was nothing you could have done to avoid it. And every time you looked at him, you were reminded of this cruel truth. Nothing could have prevented you from falling in love with the king, not even yourself, not even him. Nothing, no one, could save you now.

Sometimes, it was driving you mad, really. The way he was so kind, and a little shy around you. You forgot that he was even a king, then. He had a way to make you feel safe by simply smiling at you. There was something in the way he walked, in the way he held himself, that would have betrayed his rank if he had tried to hide it. He was so… inspiring, in a way. More than that, he was magnetic. When he walked into a room, it was clear who he was. A mere glimpse at him, and even if one had no idea what the King of Narnia looked like, they would have recognized him. But then he would blush in the most precious way when complimented, bending his head as if to hide his reaction, and there was so much hesitation in his polite smiles, as if he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Maybe it was that contrast that had make your heart melt. The way he was the most charismatic man when you saw him, and the kindest when you talked to him.

Yes, yes, that was it. Or at least, part of it. Maybe it was the starting point of it all. Then, every single detail that made him unique had sealed the deal, and your heart was his, for good.

At the end of the day, though, no matter how much you loved him and how friendly and kind he was to you, he was still the King, and you were merely a representative. There was nothing special about your ancestry, even if your position now was quite high in the government. But you were one of the King's advisors, that was all, and every time you looked at one of these princesses throwing all their charms and manners at Caspian, you really couldn't hold it against him to fall for them and not you.

If he had known these inner thoughts of yours, he would have been adamant at contradicting you, at telling you that you were just as special as they were. But he was busy talking to one of them, and you were busy drinking. It ought to be the way things were meant to be, right?

After a couple more glasses of wine, your head was starting to spin and Caspian seemed to finally notice that something was off with you. He frowned hard as he saw you reaching for the nearest wall to keep your balance, while you lifted your glass to your lips again. You finished all the alcohol in one gulp. It wasn't like you though, to drink like this…

At first, he thought maybe you were simply letting loose more than usual in celebration for the treaty, but you didn't seem happy at all. On the contrary, your features were twisted in one of pain. Were you sick? A wave of fear rushed to his heart, crushing the little organ in his chest. He hurried to excuse himself and leave the princess he had been talking to. He was aware it was barely polite, but if you were unwell, he didn't exactly care about the etiquette. In fact, all his thoughts were set upon you and his worry now, he couldn't even realize what he was doing as he crossed the room in just a few long strides, ignoring people in the crowd trying to intercept him as he passed by.

You hadn't noticed him approaching, you had settled your attention on the marble ground, in an attempt to avoid seeing Caspian talk with the flirty princess that had been clinging to him for the past hour. Only when his brown boots appeared on the floor right before you did you notice his presence. You looked up in a jolt, your hair growing with fear and apprehension, while your quick movement made your head spin even more than before.

"Your Majesty," you mumbled, trying to stand a little straighter. "Can I… do anything for you?"

Your words were slurred, obvious sign of your intoxication. Caspian's frown only deepened.

"I was about to ask you the same question, you don't seem to be well," the king answered.

"I… I am perfectly fine," you lied.

"You seem to need a bit of fresh air," Caspian insisted. "Let me accompany you to the gardens."

You didn't have the strength to fight against him or argue in any way. Besides, Caspian was right, you did need a bit of fresh air to clear your mind. So you let him take your arm, assuring your balance, while he guided you outside.

The afternoon was slowly dying out into the early evening. The sun was still quite high in the summer sky, but the heat it released had diminished as the hours passed by. A salty breeze was blowing through the roses in full blossoms and the branches of the tall oaks that offered their shades to the visitors. It was quiet though, most of the inhabitants of the castle being either busy with their daily tasks, or at the reception. It was an easy task for Caspian to find a quiet spot for the two of you to walk by.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, noticing your steps were a little steadier, even if he still kept a careful hold on your arm, just in case.

"I did need a bit of air, indeed. Thank you. I feel better," you nodded.

You tried to give him a smile, but it was harder to hide your feelings when you were drunk. It seemed more like a wince, instead, and Caspian fully turned to you this time, stopping you in your tracks in the middle of the narrow path in between the bushes of roses. He remained silent for a while, the noises of the wind in branches and the bees buzzing in the flowers the only sounds you could hear. And in this quiet place, staring right into the king's dark eyes was even more hypnotizing than usual. You were suddenly very aware that the two of you were alone. And very aware that his hand still rested on your arm too…

"Are you sick? What is wrong?"

Under his insisting tone, you recognized worry. If Caspian had tried to hide it, he had failed miserably.

"I… am quite fine. I think I simply celebrated a little too much…"

"You seemed sad back there," the king shook his head, cutting you off because you could finish your lie. "You did not seem to be celebrating at all. Why? What happened?"

"Nothing. I guess… I must be very tired. The negotiations were difficult and…"

"Why are you lying to me?"

You merely stared at him, not knowing what to answer.

"I know you are lying. I know you. Why will you not tell me what is bothering you?"

"It… is nothing…"

"Is it why you drank too much?"

"I am not drunk…"

"Yes, you are. You can barely stand."

"I can," you replied, even if it wasn't true. You knew that if Caspian suddenly let go of you, you would probably fall down in the roses, and the thought of the many thorns cutting your skin wasn't particularly appealing to you.

Caspian's frown slowly disappeared though. From worry, his expression changed to one of sadness and hurt, but you didn't understand why.

"I am your friend, Y/N. Why will you not tell me? I could help…"

You let out a bitter laugh. The liquor was taking the better of your judgement, for you would have never answered him this way had you been sober.

"My friend? As if we were friends…"

Caspian stared at you with the most puzzled expression you had ever seen adorning his handsome features.

"What do you mean? Of course, we are friends."

"We are not friends. You are the king, and I am… a commoner working for you."

There was so much hurt passing through Caspian's eyes, but you didn't feel guilty. It was true, after all. And the sight of this woman with him… with her eyes all over him, and the way she leaned towards him…

It was more than you could take…

"I thought we were more than just that by now," Caspian answered in a low voice.

"How could we be?"

"Why did you drink so much tonight?"

"Because I cannot take it anymore… I… these feelings I just… I can't fight them…"

"Feelings? What…?"

But then it dawned on him, only, not completely.

Of course, a question of heart would explain your sadness and your drinking tonight, such behaviours that were so out of character for you. He wasn't particularly good at hiding the way his heart broke in his chest at the thought that you loved someone else, though. He had to be thankful for your inebriated state that made you fail to notice his reaction when it was written all over his features.

He opened his mouth to ask who this was about, but you spoke first. The wine was making your mind blurry, your thoughts turning into a whirlwind, bumping into each other and making your usual filters lift. In any other circumstances, you would have never said any of the words you were about to utter, but then, liquor and broken hearts make confessions tumble easily.

"I cannot do this anymore. I want to resign."

"Resign? What…?"

"I cannot handle it. Being around you all the time…" you went on, barely realizing Caspian was trying to speak. "And today seeing her… her hands on your skin and…"

Your voice broke, and you lost your balance for good. Caspian was still here though, and he managed to catch you in his arms right before you would fall to the dusty ground.

His brain was repeating again and again your words, trying to analyse their meanings…

Did it mean that… you… was it about him, then?

"I will take you to your room. You need to rest. Come on…"

With the gentlest gestures, he guided you back inside and to your room, crossing empty corridors and avoiding people as much as he could. No one else but him needed to see you like this.

He helped you settle in bed, and only then did he notice that you were crying.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

He brushed your tears away. He had never touched you this way before, and it made his heart pound in his chest like it had never before. He let his fingers linger a little longer on your cheek.

"You must rest. We will talk about this in the morning."

He gave you a warm smile before turning away, but you held him back, catching his wrist before he could walk too far away. He turned to you again with a puzzled look.

"Can you stay with me?"

Your voice was barely more than a whisper, uncertain and fragile. He was used to hearing it loud and confident while you discussed amongst politicians and advisers, it was such a drastic change, it scared him. It was evident you needed someone to take care of you at that moment, and Caspian wouldn't have let anyone else do it in his stead.

He should have gone back to the reception, but how could he leave your side now?

So, he dragged a chair next to your bed, and sat down, offering you a reassuring smile. He held your hand in his, giving it a soothing squeeze.

"As you wish. But you need to sleep now."

"Are you angry?"

"No, I am not. We will talk about it tomorrow. Now, you need to sleep. Close your eyes."

You did as ordered, and fell asleep as soon as your eyelids had fallen. The warmth of Caspian's hand on yours was the last thing you remembered before surrendering to slumber.

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Your headache wasn't the worst thing that happened when you woke up. Nor was your nausea, or the disgusting taste that lingered on your tongue. No, the worst part of waking up was the note you found folded by the side of your bed.

Caspian would be waiting to see you in his office.

If parts of the previous day were a little blurry, you still remembered perfectly your conversations with the King.

He would ask you to resign. Or he might even fire you altogether. He could have asked you already for someone to pick up your things and carry them out of the castle… but then, Caspian was a kind man, and you weren't altogether surprised when you picked up an outfit to dress up and found all your belongings exactly where they belonged.

After your behaviour, there was no other alternative. You had been disrespectful, and you highly doubted that the king would appreciate working with someone who had romantic feelings for him.

But your pride made you decide that you would resign first. You would not let him throw you out of the castle. If you had to leave, which was painful enough already, never to see the man you loved again, then at the very least, you could be spared the humiliation of being pushed away. At least, you would be the one leaving.

You made your way to his office, at last. Taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. Your heart missing a beat when you heard Caspian's low voice answering on the other side. You walked in.

Caspian welcomed you with a smile, he was sitting at his desk, his back to the stained-glass windows that painted colours all across the room. The light coming from behind him made the image ethereal, a vision you could have summoned in one of your dreams…

"Good morning, Y/N. Please, take a sit," he invited you. "Are you feeling better?"

You struggled to swallow, cleared your voice. His voice made butterflies tickle your belly, but you ignored the feeling. You ignored how much you wanted to comply and approach him. This was not the time. Now was the time to be strong.

You remained at a safe distance from his desk, refusing to sit down.

"Your Majesty," you tried to keep your voice steady, but couldn't help the slight shake that accompanied your words. "I am well, thank you."

He opened his mouth to speak again, but you interrupted him, raising your hand to silence him.

"Please, your Majesty… let me speak."

He nodded, letting you continue. You took a deep breath, and finally gathered the strength you needed to speak again.

"I…My behaviour yesterday was… unforgiveable. And I am aware that I have crossed a line. What transpired last night is the proof that I can no longer work for you and serve Narnia at the best of my abilities as your adviser anymore. It is why I would like to resign. I would be very thankful if you would agree to allow me to stay in the castle for one last week, to allow me to look for a new home. My resignation will be effective immediately, and I can write it down, if you want me to."

Caspian remained silent for a moment, before slowly standing up, and walking towards you. His hands behind his back, he only stopped when he was but one step away from you. You stared at him, waiting for his reaction, completely motionless.

"I agree that… your confessions from last night make it impossible for us to continue like this. Things cannot remain the same now."

You fought with all your might to refrain your tears, that merely gather at the corner of your eyes, but didn't fall. You didn't flinch, nor did you back away though.

"I do think that you need to resign from your position in our government. I would not be… proper… to have my advisor be…"

"I will inform the rest of the staff immediately," you interrupted him. Which was incredibly rude, interrupting the king… but you couldn't take it. You couldn't stomach the pain that it would make you feel to hear him say the words he was about to utter.

It was enough that he didn't love you. You didn't need him to say it out loud.

You turned on your heels, but Caspian didn't let you step away. He caught your wrist before you could move away, and you turned back towards him, your eyes growing in surprise.

"I have not dismissed you, yet," he told you, quirking an eyebrow.

"I apologize, your Majesty."

Caspian gave you a smile. You wondered what was worth smiling for though.

"I thought we had agreed that there was no need to call me this way when we are alone."

"Things have changed."

"Not nearly enough, yet."

It was your time to frown.

"There is no need for you to move out of the Castle."

"But I…"

"Would you like to take a walk in the gardens with me this afternoon?"

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, completely confused.

"I… don't understand…"

"Did you mean what you said? Yesterday? Or did I not understand you right? I thought you said you had feelings for me."

You nodded, unable to answer, fleeing Caspian's gaze.

"I did… but…"

"Well, I am asking you if you would like to take a walk with me this afternoon."

"But I… why?"

His smile grew fonder, and you noticed the way his fingertips were shaking when he reached to hold your other hand.

"I… was hoping you would… like to spend some time with me," Caspian added, hesitant this time, a little shy, pinker shades appearing to colour his cheeks. "Not as my advisor but… as… a friend…"

"A friend?" you repeated, stunned.

"Or well… maybe… maybe more than a friend."

"But I… I am…"

"I feel the same way."

He had said the last sentence as fast as he could, forcing the words out like he would have pulled an arrow out of a wound. In one, quick motion, before the strength and courage would fail him.

Your mouth fell open.

"You… you do?" you stuttered, out of breath for some reason. You only just then noticed that you seemed to have forgotten how to breathe altogether.

"I do. And well… I am afraid that you need to resign, for it would be impossible for me to court one of my advisors. But as you have done so, I thought… what about a walk?"

There were a thousand thoughts swarming in your head, and most of them were going against Caspian's idea. Most of them told you this was impossible.

But you chose to simply ignore all of them, and answer what your heart was desperately begging you to say instead.

"Yes. Yes, a walk would be lovely."

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Nowhere | Rafe Cameron x reader

Requested by MEEEEEE lol / Summary: Rafe has nowhere else to go after Ward kicks him out of the house and he finds himself on the doorstep of your house. What will the rest of the pogues think of your new roommate?  

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It was way passed one o clock in the morning when you woke up to someone knocking on the door. “no... shut up..” You groan, turning over and pulling your pillow over your ear to block out the knocking. 

Part of you should have probably been worried to be woken from your slumber to someone knocking, but you lived on the cut and lived in the marsh where you didn’t have anything worth stealing. You should have also been worried about being home alone, but your father worked an oil rig off shore and he wasn’t home months at a time, so you were use to being home alone. 

The person continued to knock and you muttered some curse words before finally tossing the blankets off you and heading toward your front door, “I’m coming! Jesus..” You had to rub the sleep out of your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming and to make sure your mind playing tricks on you because this had to be a dream. Rafe Cameron is standing at your door. 

“I had no where else to go.” He croaks as he lets his shoulders fall, “He kicked me out.” 

You and Rafe weren’t for the usual pogue vs kook thing like everyone else on the island was. You’d even go far enough to call yourself friends. Friends who’d had a few intimate moments. 

You ushered him into the house and closed the door behind him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug. It was then that he let everything out and started to cry in your arms. “I’ll never be good enough for him...” 

You two stayed up talking for the longest where he’d explained what went down before Ward kicked him out. You offered your place to stay for as long as he needed, but he would need to pull his own weight, which meant trying to find a job. He turned his nose up at the suggestion, “Me? Rafe Cameron working?” 

“If you want to eat and live then yeah. You, Rafe Cameron working.” You laughed, shoving his shoulder, “It’s called not everyone has a rich daddy.”  

He groaned as he fell back on the bed, “How horrid!” 

“I do it almost everyday! It’s not that bad.” You laid down next to him, “I’ll ask around, see if I can find you something.” 

He turns his head to look at you, “Thank you. For letting me crash and offering to help find a job.” 

“I’m just paying you back for saving my ass that night.” You’d been at the wrong place, wrong time and was about to be arrested for it when Rafe had appeared out of no where and talked to the officer. Telling the officer you’d been with him the whole time and weren’t anywhere near what had happened. 

He turns on his side and props himself up on his arm, “Couldn’t let you go to jail. You’re too pretty for jail.” 

You can’t help but let your heart flutter at his words. He was serious with his compliment but you weren’t sure how to react. Deciding to play it off, you playfully roll your eyes, “And you’re too pretty to live on the streets.” You laugh and reach over to turn off your light, “Let’s go to sleep.” 

~ 

“What the hell is this!” Kie screeched as she’d opened the door to your bedroom, the pogues behind her. You all had plans today to go fishing, but you weren’t waiting on the dock when they arrived so they decided to see what the hold up was. They didn’t expect to find you curled in bed with Rafe Cameron. 

“Shit!” You quickly sit up, remembering the plans you all had, “It’s not what it looks like.” 

“Not what it looks like?!” JJ asks. 

“Looks like you’re in bed with Rafe Cameron!” John B adds. 

You groan and throw the covers off you, getting out of bed, shooing them out the room, “I’ll explain.” 

Rafe groaned as he woke up, “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing.. just go back to bed.” You said softly, pushing the pogues out of the room. “I’ll handle this.” 

He watches as you push the pogues out of your room and shut the door. Uh oh. 

~ 

“What the hell y/n? Have you lost your mind?” Kie asks as soon as y’all make it to the living room. 

“Out of everyone, Rafe Cameron?” Pope asks, “He’s given us shit for months!” 

“Like I said before, it’s not what it looks like. We didn’t sleep together.” You head into the kitchen to make you a cup of coffee, the pogues following. 

“Then why is Rafe Cameron in your bed?” John B asks. 

You debate telling them the truth; “Can you guys just trust me when I tell you it’s not what it looks like?” 

“No, we can’t. Not after everything that asshole has done to us.” JJ answers, “He’s a snake and a kook. There shouldn’t be a reason for him in your bed.” 

“Okay first of all, who is in my bed is none of your concern.” You warn JJ with a point of a finger, “You’ve fucked almost every girl on the island and every touron who gives you a look, so you can’t say shit. and second, he’s a friend who needed a place to crash, so I gave him one.” 

John B scoffs at that, “What Tanneyhill didn’t have enough rooms for him?” 

“No asshole, his dad kicked him out. You happy now?” You grab the sugar and cream and set them on the counter. 

“It’s Rafe Cameron, he could have gone to anyone else on this island. I mean anyone, he’s friends with everyone. But.. why you?” Pope asks with suspicion. 

“Yeah, y/n. Why would he come to you, a pogue he is supposed to hate looking for a place to stay?” Kie asks, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“You know that night you all ditched me after shit went down at the Boneyard? Yeah well, Rafe was the one who talked me out of being arrested.” You look up at them, “He’s the one who saved my ass while you all just ditched.” 

“We couldn’t get arrested either. You could have ran.” JJ scoffs, “We all did.” 

“They already had it surrounded by the time I reached the tree lines.” 

“Okay but that still doesn’t answer the question of why you.” John B says, his hands on the island in front of him. 

“I don’t know john b maybe he sees me as a friend?! If you haven’t noticed, he’s stopped fucking with you guys, including me. The kooks who mess with us aren’t his buddies. He’s a good guy, if you’d just get to know him. If you’d just give him a chance.” 

Kie gives a half-hearted laugh, “Get to know him.. Yeah okay. You mean sleep with him, don’t you? You’ve slept with him?” 

You step up at Kie, “Like I told JJ, who I fuck is none of your concern.” 

“Alright. let’s just calm down.” Pope mutters, stepping between the two of you, “Kie, y/n is right. Who she.. sleeps with isn’t our concern.” 

“Yeah but y/n you should have told us about this. About you and Rafe. Maybe it wouldn’t have come with such a shock.” John B states with a shrug. 

“It would have been the same reaction you all have now. What does that matter? You all would still be scolding me for getting even close to Rafe or thinking of him as a friend.” 

“She’s right though.” JJ mutters and gives a shrug when the pogues look at him, “I mean it’s the truth. You guys really think we’d be okay with it if she told us it from the beginning?” 

“Fine whatever, okay then why is he here? Why’d his dad kick him out?” 

“I don’t-” 

“Because I didn’t want anything to do with him or his business.” Rafe interrupts, walking into the kitchen and to your side at the counter, “He wanted me to take over the company, be just like him and I said no.” He glances down at you then back up at the pogues, “Plus, I told him I was in love with someone he didn’t approve of.” 

~ 

“You’re.. in love with her?” JJ asks, pointing to you. 

You’re looking up at Rafe in disbelief, “Me?” 

He scratches the back of his neck, “yeah.. I mean this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you...” 

“I love you too..” You whisper with a smile and pull him in for a kiss. 

“oh no.. don’t do it.” JJ groans covering his eyes. 

“Well shit.” John B mutters. 

“I guess pogues vs kooks is over now?” Pope asks. 

Rafe smiles into the kiss, holding you against his body, “I guess I’m a pogue now that I’ve been kicked out?” 

You shook your head with a laugh, “Oh honey, you’re definitely still a kook.” 

“yeah no you’ve never worked a real job in your life.” Kie laughs, “You’re a kook.” 

What else was there to say to you? He loved you, you loved him. The pogues were your friends and even though they’d have to get use to it, they’d still support you and Rafe’s relationship because that’s what friends are for. 

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A summary of harry potter and the goblet of fire:

Ron: ayo you wanna come to the quidditch world cup

Harry: aaahhhh omgggg

*later*

Deatheaters: muaaaahhhxkcicjs

Harry: damn why you gotta ruin everythi- aahhhh why is everyone stamping on meeee

*later*

Dumbledore: welcome to this deadly tornamemt kiddies

Harry: omgareyoukiddingmei-

Fudge: you gotta be 17 though

Harry: phewwwwww

*later*

Harry: OH FOR FU-

Dumbledore: harry, did you put your name in the goblet of fire

Harry: omg that sounds so much better when said calmly thank u sm

*later*

Ron: why tf did you put your name in

Harry: ...whos gonna tell him

*later*

Dragon: aaahhh omg its harry pottaaaaaahhhh

Harry: aaahhh pls dont burn meeee

*later*

Ron: ...besties?

Harry: BEST BESTIES!!

Hermione: omgfinally

*later*

Hermione: you figured out the egg yet??

Harry: lol nope gonna wait till the last second

Cedric: wanna go take a bath

Harry: dafuk??

*later*

Harry: OMG IT WORKS

*later*

Dobby: ayo want some gillyweed??

Harry: ...sure

Harry: under the seaaaaa under the seaaaaaa wondering whether it would be better if these mermaids werent trying to kill meeeeee

*later*

Harry: ooooo snazzy maze

*a few moments later*

Harry: nevermind i dont like it

Cedric: ayo

Harry: oh hey dude

Cedric: you want the shiny goblet?

Harry: idk do you?

*later*

Pettigrew: ayo

Harry: OH FOR FU- aahhh no cedriccc

Cedric: *dead*

Voldy: im back bitch

*later*

Harry: OMG DUMBLES YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED

Dumbledore: OMG GIMMIE DA GOSSIP

Harry: TOMMY BOYS BACK

Dumbledore: OH FOR FU-

*later*

Barty crouch jr: ayo

Harry: and i thought i was gonna relax this year

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The Arrangement Ch. 28

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Photo shoot day. This ship is leaving the harbor. 

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It was still dark out when you got up. Your joints ached as you made your way to the kitchen and got your coffee. You walked over and opened the curtain slightly. In the early morning darkness you could make out snow flurries making their way to the ground. You pressed a hand against the glass, feeling the cold seep through. A chill went through you. You were glad you had ordered the extra waterproof equipment for today. 

You looked back and over towards the stairs. Yoongi would be able to sleep for two more hours before he needed to be at the trailer. BigHit had rented an area of park about 15 minutes outside of Seoul. You hoped traffic would go smoothly given the snowfall and that everything would be on time. The trailer company had already confirmed with you last night. Now all that was left was ensuring the trucks got appropriately loaded with the equipment. You got dressed and headed to the loading docks. 

The sun started to rise an hour later after you, the lighting, and the photography crew had made sure all of the equipment had been loaded. You then sent a message with directions to the head of catering and grabbed the clothing and accessory trunks. Satisfied, and sweaty, you hopped into the van and let the driver know you were ready.

The trip up into the mountains was a little bit scary, to be honest. The fresh snow crunched beneath the tires. As if sensing your nervousness, the driver reassured you, “We’ll just take our time. I drive in snow all the time.” You gave him a grateful smile but did not loosen your grip on the handle above the door.  “I can’t believe this didn’t get canceled.” He continued.

“Yeah, me either,” you agreed. You continued to monitor your phone. There were so many moving pieces that went into this shoot. It was difficult enough when everything was on-site. Having it in a location off-property and outdoors was immensely more difficult. You were glad to see the trailers were actually set up and running when you arrived. You had ordered a restroom trailer and a production trailer. Both generators were running smoothly. You checked in with the photography and lighting crew before unloading the van. 

You set up all of the clothing and accessories in the back room of the production trailer.  Hoseok had sent you photos of what each outfit was supposed to look like along with little notes. On the plus side, it was very nice and warm. It was small, but the space was manageable enough for 2-3 people. On the downside, it made going back outside suck even more. You walked back through the rest of the trailer, making sure the galley was prepared for the catering crew. Photography had their own section to review any footage without getting frostbite.

You took a deep breath and looked around. Yes. This could work. The sun was over the horizon now. You went out to help set up heat lamps.

At around 9 am the rest of the staff showed up: catering, stylists, and various assistants. You quickly assigned jobs to the assistants and showed the caterers to the galley. 

“Hey lady!” Alice waved as she exited the van. “It’s been a minute. What have you been up to?” She reached back in and produced two coffees, walking towards you with one. 

“Oh my goodness. Thank you. Thank you. You know. The same. Working. Helping Jimin prepare for the auction.” You took a sip of the coffee. “This is delicious.”

“Right?” Alice smiled, “I asked the driver if she would mind stopping at a real coffee shop and it turns out she was also burned out on BigHit house blend so we did. It’s so cold.” She shivered.

“Yeah. Well, you will be in the trailer to get started. Yoongi will be coming straight here so nothing will be done.”

Alice giggled, “Oooo, bed head Yoongi.” She turned around as you heard another car door shut. “You hear that Bongcha?”

What. the. Fuck.

“Hey!” Bongcha greeted you. “Ugh it’s so cold.” She wiggled and took a sip of her coffee. “Bed head Yoongi? Sign me up.”

You felt your eye twitch ever so slightly. You took out your phone, “Yeah he should be awake now. I’ll text him to check.” How to ask this tactfully, “Hey Bongcha. I thought Jessi was on make-up today.”

“She was, but she started to feel sick last night and asked if I’d cover for her. Of course I said yes.” She smiled

You swallowed your pride, “Awesome, well thank you so much. I really appreciate you stepping up. Like I said, you two will be in the trailer to start out. Yoongi’s room is in the very back, feel free to set up in there.” You gestured to the production trailer. 

“Great, thanks!” Alice said, walking around to the back of the van. You directed some of the assistants to help the ladies take their equipment inside.

YN: You up?

YG: No :p

YN: omg never call me a brat again. It’s freezing out here by the way

YG: What happened to “the snow is so pretty. I love winter. It’s the best”

YN: I like snow. I hate cold. Status?

YG: leaving now see you soon

YN: You gonna drink hot coffee today?

YG: never

You smiled and put your phone back in your pocket. Watching your breath become air you turned and looked at the set. It was all coming together; you had done it. It had fortunately stopped snowing for now, but unfortunately, your feet were soaked. You didn’t own waterproof shoes.  Oh well, you thought as you felt the cold begin to creep into your feet. This too shall pass.

You checked in with the crew members directing them to the hot beverage station which you had asked catering to set up outside. A floor had also been placed down under a canopy to provide a brief respite from any precipitation. Several people were taking turns standing in front of the heating lamps. “Thanks so much for ordering these!” “I can’t believe we’re shooting today.” You heard several times from the production crew. 

Finally you saw a car pull up that had to belong to Yoongi. You were surprised to see that he had driven himself. You had definitely requested a driver for him. You walked over, waiting for him to get his bag out and open the door.  He got out and mumbled a hello. He was wearing a hat, scarf, facemask, gloves, and long coat.

You smiled, “Hiding from the cold? A good strategy.”

“I hate this.” He said as he walked past you.

“I know.” You followed him, falling in step beside him. “But, look: you have a fancy trailer. And a fancy trailer to pee in. And your skin looks so refreshed and hydrated.”

You heard him laugh behind the fabric, “Yeah thanks, someone assaulted me with face lotion last night.”

“Assault? Please. Anyways, your room is in the back of the trailer. Alice and Bongcha are waiting for you, I have your outfits organized.” 

Yoongi stopped, “I thought I told you not to...you know.” He widened his eyes and trailed off as the two of you were surrounded by people. 

“I did what you asked me, and it couldn’t be helped. I’m sorry, I just found out.” You shivered. The sun had briefly escaped behind a smattering of gray clouds.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, clearly even more pissed off than he had been. “Yeah. Great. Where are your clothes?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.

He gestured to you. “It’s -3.”

“I don’t have many winter clothes. Besides. It’s not so bad in the sun.”

Yoongi sighed in annoyance and took off his hat. He unceremoniously pulled it down onto your head, covering your eyes.  

“Hey...” you whined as you moved your hands up to fix it. When you did, Yoongi was already at the door of the trailer and going inside. You sighed and enjoyed the added warmth of the grey hat. It was extra toasty since Yoongi had inadvertently prewarmed it for you. You decided to go try and nonchalantly put your feet in front of one of the heaters and hope your shoes would dry out.

“45 minutes. 45 minutes left til go.” You yelled as you headed over to the awning. You plopped down into one of the camp chairs you had rented and took out your phone.

Jimin: Good luck today. I'll be sending you warm thought :(

YN: Thanks my dude. It’s fucking freezing out here. 

You snapped a selfie making a sad face.

JM: Yeah it snowed a lot last night. Omg you have Yoongi’s hat. So cute. Invite me to the wedding

YN: *eyeroll* I’ll invite you to your funeral *angry face*

JM: ahahahahahahahahahaha You smiled and answered a few emails.

WWH: Where are yooooooooo gggggguuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyssss. Yoongi won’t answer meeeeee :(

YN: Photoshoot all day. Sorry. Maybe we can hang this weekend.

YN: Jin is sad you won’t text him back. 

You sent a screenshot of Jin’s messages.

YG: WWH? 

YN: World Wide Handsome.

YG:.........user does not exists error 404

YN: ???????

YG: This number has been disconnected

Oh my God, you laughed. Putting your phone back into your pocket you decided to go make the rounds on the set and ensure when Yoongi came outside things could move quickly. The first set was with a sleigh. You walked through the blocking with the head photographer and checked with the propmaster to make sure the correct items were in and around it. Satisfied you went to the trailer. The door to the back room was open so you stopped at the doorway and watched. 

Alice had blown Yoongi’s hair back, exposing his forehead. Bongcha was done applying foundation and was lightly lining the corners of his eyes. He flicked them over towards you suddenly. 

“Go away, I’m mad at you.” Yoongi deadpanned

The two girls laughed.

“You two also. When you’re done with my make-up you can leave.” He pointed to the door while pouting. 

Clearly you had missed something.  “Oh? Yeah? Are you mad about the fancy trailer or the coffee station? I need to know.” You put a hand on your hip.

“I think he’s jealous of World Wide Handsome. He’s been going on and on about it. He was trying to get us to disagree, but we can’t.” Alice laughed. “I’m getting ready to spray, hold your breath if you’re sensitive.” 

Bongcha used her hand to shield Yoongi’s eyes as Alice applied the hairspray. 

You rolled your eyes as they all giggled. “Whatever. Your first shot is with the sleigh so it needs to have that Christmassy vibe. It’s this outfit here,” You walked in and gently shimmied behind the other girls, pulling the outfit and accessory bag off the garment rack. You sat down on the couch next to Yoongi. You turned and left the room.

“YN I’m just kidding!” You heard Yoongi yell. Whatever. He was right. Today sucked. You continued on outside, giving another countdown. A few minutes later Bongcha and Alice exited the trailer, presumably to let Yoongi change. They walked over towards you. Ugh. Not today. 

“How has everyone else been to Jin’s apartment but not me?” Bongcha whined as they approached you.

Alice laughed, “WelI was only there to work and do his girlfriend’s make-up. It was awful.”

“Ex-girlfriend though,” You clarified.

Bongcha sighed, “We’ll see how long it lasts this time. They do this a lot.”

“Oh. that sucks.”

“Yeah. Especially since Alice has the world’s biggest crush on him.” Bongcha teased.

“Shut up.” Alive gently shoved her. “Anyways...YN. I need to know. And I won’t be mad. Do you have a crush on Jin?”

You were dumbfounded. Why did people keep asking you that? “Um no?”

“Are you sure? Because you can tell me. I mean. I’ll fight you for him because I’ve liked him a long time and may the best girl win.”

You laughed, “Alice. I definitely definitely don’t like Jin. He’s like a goofy older brother to me. I’m just glad Yoongi has a friend.” 

Bongcha sighed, “It’s just our fate in life to pine after the men of BigHit,” She looked dreamily over at the production trailer.

“Sorry,” Alice said. “Yoongi mentioned Jin was in your phone as world wide handsome so I just got super paranoid.”

You blinked several times and then started to laugh. “Ahahaha no. That’s just how he talks and it makes me laugh. I mean. I understand that he is objectively a good-looking guy. But so are most of the guys we work with soooo…”

“Yeah. But Yoongi is definitely the cutest.” Bongcha sighed. “And he’s so sweet. He even let you borrow his hat today.” She smiled.

“Yep. He’s very thoughtful.” You added, careful to watch what you said. You felt slightly sick to your stomach. You saw the door to the trailer open. Yoongi had his coat on over the first outfit. He scanned the set and headed over to talk to the director of photography. You waited a few minutes before heading that way. 

"Perfect timing YN," Yoongi said. He slipped his coat off and put it around your shoulders. "Keep this warm for me." Before you could object he headed over towards the sleigh. 

Dammit. The coat was warm. You crossed your arms in front of you, pulling the fabric around you. Bongcha and Alice went in for touch ups and then the photography began. 

After the second set another round of snowfall began. You were thankful that so far Yoongi hadn't asked for his coat back. Your feet were thoroughly soaked. Everything on set seemed to be in order. The snow crunched beneath your feet as you made your way over to the production trailer. You headed into the back room and shut the door. Removing your socks and shoes you pressed your cold, pruny foot between your hands, hoping it would warm up. It did help, but you began to dread putting your socks back on. Dammit. 

You heard the door handle turn and looked up. Fortunately it was just Yoongi so far, not the girls. 

"Hey. Sorry, I'll get out of here." you said, starting to collect your things. 

"What's wrong with your feet?" Yoongi asked with a concerned look on his face. 

"Oh. I guess some snow got into my boots. They’re fine. Just cold." You half lied. 

Yoongi picked up one of your socks. "This is soaked. You can't put this back on." He gave the sock a disgusted look and jettisoned it across the room.

“No!!!! That’s my only sock. Yoongi I have to.” You got up to try and find it. “I don't have other ones. There's not even extra Gucci socks from the clothing trunk I can steal.” You started digging around between the couch and end table with your ass unceremoniously in the air.  

Yoongi smirked at first, “Well it's going to keep snowing.” He sighed. “Just stay in here the rest of the shoot.” 

You turned around, your face red from being upside down. “No. I'm your assistant. I need to be out there helping.” You were clearly upset.

Yoongi took out his phone and side eyed you. “Calm down. Just wait. We're taking a break anyways. 30 minutes. OK? I’ll be back.” He shut the door as he turned around. 

Yoongi dialed the number and walked over towards the door. There weren’t many shoes to sort through so he found yours quickly. He frowned as he felt how soaked they were and checked the bottom. The person finally picked up the phone.

Hobi’s voice was high pitched, tinged with concern. "You're calling me? Is everything OK?" 

"No.” Yoongi tried to keep his voice low as he walked over to his car for some privacy “We're at this fucking snow infested shoot and YN doesn't have waterproof shoes and her feet are going to get frostbite. Her socks and shoes are soaked." 

Hoseok could see where this was going. "Where is the shoot?" 

"It's only like 15 minutes away. Maybe 20 with the snow. She wears a 255" Yoongi opened his car door and got inside.

 Hobi couldn't resist, he ran his tongue along his lips. "And what do I get for this favor?" 

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, "Whatever you want. I don't have  a lot of time before we start shooting."  He stopped in annoyance, the hair product sticking to his fingers.

Hoseok closed his eyes and smiled. The satisfaction of his suspicions being true felt good. "I tease. I like YN, I don't want her to get frostbite, I'm doing this for her. No favor necessary." 

“Thanks. I’ll send you the coordinates.” Yoongi hung up the phone and texted Hobi.  He leaned his head back against the headrest. Namjoon was making them do this to punish him, he was sure. There was no reason why this couldn’t have been moved back. He had done everything he had been asked to do lately though. Even though, it turns out what he had been tasked with wasn’t difficult at all. He hadn’t intended to like this arrangement. He hadn’t intended to like you. And it was becoming more and more difficult for him to ignore the fact that he did. You were constantly on his mind.

He smiled as he thought back to last night. You were so cute.  Yoongi closed his eyes briefly, remembering the weight of your hand in his and the feeling of your fingers on his face. He wanted it to happen again again. He felt a warmth rush through his body. It was cut short when he heard the car door open, shaking him from his thoughts. He was annoyed for a half second until he saw you. Still wearing his hat. You were holding his coat. 

“Here, you can have your coat back.” You said, handing it to him like a blanket.

He briefly chewed on his lip, and looked forward again. “Jhope’s bringing you shoes.”

“What? He doesn’t need to do that. Yoongiiii”

“You will make a terrible assistant if we have to cut your feet off.” He replied dryly. He cleared his throat. “Why are you out here anyways? You’re supposed to be staying in the trailer where it’s warm. And not wearing those,” he gestured in disgust to your soaked shoes.

You rolled your eyes, “Bongcha is ready to touch up your make-up. We have ten minutes until the shoot starts again.”

The snow had covered most of the windshield at this point. Leaving the two of you with a half-covered view of the set.

Yoongi looked back out towards the snow, his breath visible as he confessed, “I just want to go home.”

“Me too. I don’t even want to play in the snow. You know how bad that is?” 

Yoongi turned to face you, “If you like the snow so much why don’t you have snow-proof shoes?”

You fidgeted, uncomfortable with the question. “Snow shoes are expensive. I gave mine to my aunt when I moved out. She still has to walk to work.” You pulled down your sleeves to make sweater paws. “I work in the building most of the time so I thought she should have them.” 

“Of course you did.” Yoongi shook his head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You said defensively.

“Calm down brat. It means you do a great job taking care of others.” He reached over and grabbed your hand. “But you need to do a better job taking care of yourself.”

You looked out the window, sure that your face was growing red. “Yeah. I guess.”

“I know it’s what you’ve had to do for a long time.” He took a deep breath as he forced himself to say the next part, “So I’ll take care of you until you get better at it.” He squeezed your hand and then let go. “Jhope should be here soon with your shoes and socks.” He placed the keys in the cup holder. “Turn the car on if you want.” He let himself out, leaving you to sit and think about what had just happened. NEXT CHAPTER @lidda​​​​  @anpanman-sonyeondan​​​​   @firefairy1​​​​  @cuteipat​​​​  @sugaslittlekookies​​​​  @janeelizabeth1216​​​ @deeepvibes​​​​ @gxldenhunny​​​​ @livelyjay​​​​ @bobbyboops​​​​ @honeysunandsoil​​​​ @deathkat657​​​​ @niniita-ah​​​​ @min-yus​​​​ @or-worse-expelled7​​​​ @black-rose-29​​​​ @storms-and-stars-blog​​   

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