#'and yet you don't make a total of more than two brain cells'

[weebsinstash]

*me, a poor peasant child holding up my plate.*

Please sire, may I have some more platonic yandere Lucifer and Charlie? 🥺

Of course, starving Victorian child! (Also you just said platonic but I wound up writing this as like, mostly family platonic yandere so idk if that's a distinct difference to you but, here ya go!)

-- I feel like these two would really kinda infantilize you, specifically when it comes to violence, drugs, alcohol, and sex. You know how Charlie is clearly an adult woman but it could not be anymore clear that she's still really sheltered and naive, almost like a kid would be? Like the skit she had Pentious and Angel do literally brought up like, no sex before marriage as a sign of being a good person... did her dad ACTUALLY raise her with vaguely traditional/religious values. That's the kinda thing they start enforcing on you. Oh, you're dressed so cute! where are you going? gasp! A bar??? But that's soooo .... risky!! You're young, and, you're just so nice, and... why don't you stay home and play board games with the Morningstars instead?

You're over here, "can I PLEASE smoke some fucking weed" and Lucifer would deadass with his full chest, "no, none of the Devil's lettuce for MY baby! Those other Sinners can run around with their crack and their whippets and their absinthe but MY CHILD is better than that"

-- platonic yandere Charlie and Lucifer passing the single brain cell they share back and forth, "Dad, they bought some new clothes and I thought it was gonna be for that outing we're taking later this week but they put it on and left the Hotel and went somewhere else!! Who else would they dress up for? Do you think they have a secret second family and they actually hate us? 🥺" "Charlie, do you have any idea how... totally possible that is, oh golly, we've gotta follow them and make amends so they come home!!" and you're just like.... having coffee with a new friend

You're at a cafe looking cute and Lucifer and Charlie are having a stakeout in the fucking bushes nearby or some shit, Lucifer grinding his teeth trying to guess who this piece of shit trying to take his baby away is, growling how hes gonna rip them apart, like who the actual fuck does this person think they are, and Charlie is like, trying to be a little more level headed "haha cmon Dad they would never replace us :)" but then the second she looks over and sees this other person is exchanging too many meaningful glances at you and making you laugh, her switch flips. "Actually yeah Dad you know what you were totally right, they're obviously a creep trying to hurt Readsr and we should kill this guy :)"

--Charlie has no problem with you hanging out with Alastor but I like the idea that she can suddenly see right through him when it's YOU he's doing stuff to. He can be on his whole "oh just call me dad" shit to her and it'd give her the warm fuzzies, but the second she sees Alastor going out of his way to come up and interact with you in front of her father, she knows he's trying to rile her dad up and may even tell him he needs to wait his turn and interact with you later. Lucifer meanwhile all but wants to bite the cannibal like a rabid dog for coming near you and treats him like Al's the evil villain trying to take away his little royal heir. He has no idea what that yellow toothed black gum cretin wants to do to his baby!

-- I can just see arguing with Lucifer, "why can't I date? Charlie gets to date!!" and Lucifer's just like trying to bullshit an excuse for why he just doesn't want you dating because, you're his widdle baby and he isn't ready to see you act adult yet :( the only man you should be kissing is your short father on the cheek! Lucifer is VERY MUCH "I am the only supportive guardian figure you need in your life" kinda yandere dad, if you go to anyone else for help before him he's taking it as a personal slight against him and vows to show up that other person so you never "choose them over him" ever again

-- obviously I'm so fucking biased but. Lucifer with Daughter Reader is obviously just him being your tiny guard dog all the time like, he is so soft, he is such a girl dad. No men talking to either of his baby girls!! No touching his little princesses!!! You'll be out in fucking public as a grown ass woman and Lucifer would still be like, "oh, there's a lot of people here, here sweetie, hold my hand so you don't get lost", marching around holding your hand as the most powerful Anti Rizz Shield in all of Hell, he has no shame, this man is fucking Mayes Hughes whipping out his wallet, "wanna see photos of my girls?!?!?!? Here's one of them in matching dresses, here's one from the musical we went to last week, and here- gosh arent they just the cutest ☺️❤️"

like if you ever wander into another ring like Gluttony by accident, Bee is buzzing up to you, "oh my gosh, it's Luci's little pup, sweetie you're not supposed to be down here, let me get you back upstairs, your pops is FREAKING!!" and talking to you like she already knows you like a friend because Lucifer is showing your photos to ALL his demon friends at every like, Rulers of Hell meeting. Lucifer is over here beaming with pride as Stolas looks over his special I Love My Daughters Photo Album and nodding his head, "perhaps we can arrange some playtime with your girls and my Via, let them all get to know each other" and it's like Lucifer can you PLEASE stop recruiting other all powerful almighty demons into the Let's All Be Platonic In A Creepy Overprotective Way Club. You just turn around one day and like half the Overlords and a few of the Cardinal Sins are all vying for your attention and you're like a celebrity and it's cause your dumb duck dad is blabbing his mouth showing your picture to anyone with eyes

-- you know how Sinner Demons come in all these different sizes and shapes, with fur and wings and, bugs and dinosaurs, fish and object heads? What if Lucifer has the power to alter your demonic form? One day you turn around and you're no longer whatever multi armed fuzzy creature you once were, but you're now... human again. Or at least, human like. You've got your old face again, your old skin tone, but, you've got horns that look suspiciously like your friend and her father's, a retractable tail with a heart on it like theirs, maybe even those like, kinda weird rosy cheek things. And it's because Lucifer and Charlie have decided, well, they don't care what you look like regardless, but now, don't you actually look like a member of the family? Now everyone can tell when you're together! ^^

Like it's kinda sweet but the adjacent horror of Lucifer "oh yeah I completely changed the shape and appearance of your body to more resemble me and my daughter so you look like you're ACTUALLY our family :)" like can you imagine him pulling this kind of shit when you're like not even that kind of close yet. Basically kidnapping you into the Morningstar family tree and actually making you look like them to the point other people can spot you and instantly know to steer clear. Maybe you even get a little special outfit of your own,your own little suit and bow tie with an apple or snake on it somewhere

-- you know how sometimes you just want to be alone? You just like space? You just like not knowing you're being watched or having to share your space with anyone else, you can just breathe? It's not about hating someone else or other people, it's just like... wanting to be the master of your own space for a while?

Foreign fucking concept to these two. Your activities become THEIR activities. Oh cool you're 6 episodes deep into an anime? Here's Charlie and Lucifer, "oooo what are we watching?" "Oh she's really pretty, what's her name, is she the main character?" "That lady sure isn't wearing a lot of clothes, I don't know if this is appropriate for you to watch" "oooo oooo pause it, I'll go make popcorn, dont start it again without me!"

Don't get me wrong I can see this being adorable, you're just like adhd autism infodumping and catching them all upon who everyone is and all the stuff that's happened and "I can restart it from the beginning and we can watch it together?" And they're eagerly hanging off of your every word based on how interested and excited you are about the subject, for whatever hobby or show you're indulging in

BUT I can see this turning into them intruding on everything you do and when you finally do try and say "hey I'd like a little space" that turns into a DISCUSSION. wait why don't you want to spend time with them? Are you sad? Did they do something wrong? Tell them exactly what you're thinking, OBVIOUSLY the correct action ISNT to just give you the space, CLEARLY this is an emergency needing investigation!! Like God forbid you tell them a lie to sneak off and hang out with someone else because THEN it's "who is this clearly abusive evil person telling our precious Reader to lie to us? The altar calls for their blood"

--SINGING!!! These two sing all the time (Charlie sings the most as the Not Depressed Morningstar) and they teach you too! They'll encourage you to join into song, and even just do those little songs you and I do when we're doing small tasks. You'll catch them in the kitchen, "washing the dishes, washing the plates, put them away and have a wonderful day ^^" and they'll try and rope you into singing until eventually you're expected to belt out musical numbers with them like anyone else in this show (bonus points for your first musical song being some sort of rebellious rock ballad about wanting to run away from them because they make you feel controlled or something)

-- mandatory family trips to Lu Lu World! You are NOT going home until you play all sorts of games and eat all sorts of carnival food and are struggling to walk home carrying your giant stuffed duck. God, really missing my childhood going to Six Flags before capitalism ruined amusement parks...

-- "cringe" does not exist in this family and they wont make you feel bad for liking something unless it's like ACTUALLY HARMFUL (like getting drunk and high). You cannot tell me these two do not already have fursonas and they'll geek out on the couch watching cartoons and playing video games with you. You're eating candy watching Naruto and playing LEGO Batman and playing dice games and they're loving every second (Reader why did you have to hit that Nat 20 roll on the "Getting Adopted By The Morningstars" quest, now they're never leaving you alone bro, bro i think youre gonna have to murderhobo your way outta this bro--)

-- I feeeeeeeeeel like. Lucifer if he concentrates really really hard would be able to tell where you are at all times because, Hell is HIS house. He um. He literally has pocket dimension "make shit appear out of nowhere" powers, so like... do you think he can feel all the souls in Hell? Do you think he would be able to concentrate and be like, "oh I can tell Reader is in that direction and is feeling really happy right now"

I just... I picture Reader having a really awful fight where you yell and scream at Lucifer and you can tell you actually really hurt his feelings, maybe even making him tear up, which would then make Charlie really upset with you, and then you're running off because you feel like you can't stay there anymore, and you're wandering the streets, lost, hungry, starting to get cold, wishing you could go back and apologize but feeling like they would never take you back, and, of course, the age old trope, you get cornered by some robbers or some potential attackers and they start beating you around and, all you can think is how ungrateful you were, that you wanted to apologize to Charlie and Lucifer but they probably hated you now, it's too late, it's... it's...

You don't know if it'll work, but you're about to be hurt really badly and you're genuinely scared and missing them and, you just clasp your hands and say a prayer, calling out to Lucifer, but you're like... literally saying it like... you're manically whispering and whimpering not knowing what the fuck you're supposed to say or if something like this would even work, "O Dark Lord Lucifer please hear my plea for your aid and-- no fuck it, come help me DAD I'm really really SCARED DAD THEYRE GONNA HURT ME COME ON DAD PLEASE DAD I'M SORRY, WHAT I SAID WAS WRONG, DAD PLEASE-" and he's there like, before you're even done speaking. You're still covering your head and whimpering and crying and you just hear, "It's OK now" and he's standing over you with bloodied fists and the attackers all crumpled on the ground and he's picking you up like it's nothing to take you back home.

-- lastly, I feel like there's few boundaries on nudity with these two. Like, it's not incestuous or anything, but if Lucifer walks in on you changing and you've got your beav out, he would probably politely put a hand over his eyes and keep talking anyways. Charlie treats it like walking in on her sibling, on someone her age she's known all her life. She'll be walking up, picking lint off your clothes, helping clasp your bra, whichever whatever without any regards for how exposed you might be feeling. Oh you're feeling shy? But she's your sister; you don't have to be shy!!

It's all fun and games until you're completely butt ass naked having Family Bath Time, Charlie scrubbing shampoo through your hair while Lucifer has ungodly amounts of duck themed bath toys floating around and you accidentally catch sight of THE Angel Of The Bottomless Pit's full-on dick and balls that you're realizing, oh, when they said they want to treat you like family, they meant like FAMILY family... oh shit... hope this doesn't turn into a huge "hey also we couldnt bear the thought of losing you so you're kind of immortal now" kind of problem...

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hellaverse #yandere x reader #hh #sinprompts

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random writing thoughts

Random writing thoughts, cut for length

ONE:

how many lovers has TEG SW had? (before the war/emotion suppressing protocols were implemented)

what'd'ya think? successful & popular athlete but incredibly weird & reclusive...

I ask because I don't know the answer yet :D but you'll find out the answer next chapter! in the saddest way possible

when I say 40% of this shit is yolo'd, I mean it. SW's love life has not been relevant to the story, so I haven't thought much about this yet. that's how I get away with not knowing smol details til I need to.

it's not super important next chapter - it's going to be a throwaway detail buried in a paragraph of description - it doesn't have to be there. but we need to start creeping into that sort of territory.

I think he's had at least a handful. but more than that? not sure. he's never loved anyone, but he has delighted in others ;D

actually I just thought about this a bit more. I figured he'd have his pick of partners, being famous and all. and he'd probably be fascinated/intrigued/attracted to at least a few people. so maybe a handful. but anyone in the audience watching what he does with his tentacles would be TERRIFIED to be alone with him. LOL. like, you see what he does with that primary tentacle. you wanna be fucking dead??? this is hilarious now. and also I still don't have an answer xD

TWO:

AO3 only counts finished fics towards your word count for the year, so unless I finish TEG this year and/or write something else, I'm going to have ZERO word count for 2023. Which sucks, cuz I've written tens of thousands of words for TEG this year. I wish AO3 could count actually uploaded words for the year.

so that, plus we are in Spooky Times, makes me wanna write a short horror story. I have a very basic idea, I have 2 characters in mind, but I can't figure out the plot. or the reason for The Horror Thing. trying to engage the World Building Brain Cells but they are quiet right now D: I'mma blame that on being sick.

anyway. trying not to be bummed about not writing much. MUST. WRITE. I've been too tired to even go grocery shopping. I'M SO TIRED being an adult is so tiring. taking Friday off tho, I hope I write then ;A;

THREE:

I'm listening to "Thousand Miles" by Tove Lo and it made me realize this is totally a TEG Mirage/Skywarp song! so for those folks who like making playlists, there's one for ya :)

#personal #blathering #writing woes #echo garden related #playlist related #Mirage/Skywarp song

[effielumiere]

The Companion 6

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre:Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy, Angst, Soulmate AU (Began in chapter 5), Slow burn (ended)

Chapter Warning(s): Teenager Jimin. Maybe a tad bit of angst (dunno how far I went with it). Mentions of sex, but nothing happened. And the members tease him of getting.. some but again, nothing happens lol... Yet :D UNEDITED!

Legend:

English words

Korean words

POV: Jimin

Word count: 3.5k me finks

Lemme know what you think about this chapter or the series, like and reblog!

A/N (PLEASE READ!) : Before you start reading this chapter, I'd like to say that I'm sorry for not updating this series recently. Ever since I started working at my current job, all I've been doing is hibernating and recharching my body batteries for the following Mondays. So I sleep alot. Though I have fics that I've been writing and even uploaded, it was difficult to get in the right head space I needed to write this fic, but I've been getting ideas and listening to music has been fueling my motivation so here I am with an update.

The thing is, In the Soop is usually aired around June to October me finks... I'm not exactly sure with the month (sorry lol) but that means 2022 in this story is coming soon, which is gonna lead to the ending. I'm gonna pouring out my last brain cells on this story for the next couple of weeks so that I could upload them somewhat weekly if I can. So that means the next update is gonna take a week or two but hopefully after that, the updates are gonna be consistent making the writing process of Girl of my dreams on hold for now.

With that said, please check out My Min Yoongi fic and my Hobi fic, please show em some love and lemme know what you think💜

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Staring at the white board before classes begun was making me anxious. I lightly swing my head to the side as to make my hair move the direction I styled it in, I take off my glasses and rub my eyes as I waited for our teacher to start. I didn't want to take this class but I decided to go with it as an extracurricular, besides it was extra knowledge and it would probably answer the questions I have without my parents making me go to see a Soulmate specialist which, as much as my dad said I could, I didn't want to. It costs too much that it was more expensive than paying a Neurologist to operate.

'Soulmate 101'

You'd think it was a joke, but schools all over the world held special classes like this for curious minds like ours, particularly, for us guys who have dreamt of their soulmates. Normally they offered these to kids who were in college but world leaders had it changed to be taught in the beginning of high school, to have teenagers like us aware that having a soulmate was not a fever dream, a recurring dream or even a joke, it's real. It was all real. There were a total of ten boys in this classroom, including myself, that had a ton of questions running in our heads. You could tell by the way some of us stared in space.

"Good evening, kids," our teacher says as he enters the classroom. Of course it had to be a guy as well, I thought to myself, who else better to explain this topic to a bunch of hormornal teenagers than someone who went through it as well. As we greet him back and some of us get up to bow, he motions for us to sit down and he doesn't waste time to begin.

"Alright," he takes a deep breath "I'll start with some questions. I don't expect all of you to have the same answers or to have answers, but it's a good baseline." We allnod in understanding. Usually, in a classroom filled with boys, it would get loud and rowdy, strangely enough, we were quiet. Lost. Sad, even. That's most probably why some of us looked like we were in shock. Dad said that this would be considered 'cheap therapy' in comparison to seeing a Soulmate Specialist, but I wanted to learn more about Soulmate before I start panicking and lose my mind.

"Who in all of has dreamt of 'her'?" he asks slowly. Out of ten, eight raised their hands slowly.

"Who met 'her' at a young age? “ five out of ten.

"Who met 'her' at a very, young age?" I was the only one who raised my hand, he looks at me as if he wasn't expecting it as I feel my classmates gazes buring on my back.

"Alright, who has interacted with 'her'?" Eight out of ten.

"Who can, language wise, understand 'her'?" Out of ten, five of us had our hands down, making him say "Well, that's a surprise," and he chuckles.

"Who did things you're not supposed to do in the Dreamstate?" And finally out of ten, only two guys had their hands up, and I was sitting on both of mine tucked under each thigh. Our tracher let's out a contagious laugh, making the rest of us laugh too, "Looks like you two gentlemen tried to have some fun,"

"But, sir, I woke up before anything could happen," one guy said making our teacher laugh harder and the other kid says the same thing.

"That's because there are rules in the Dreamstate." he smiles as he grabs a marker and walks to the board "And that was one of them."

As he writes in the board, I grab my ballpen and wrote notes for reference later on. But the first rule seemed to make me want to claw my eyes out. You'd think they would have some sort of filter, but this is like Sex Education but scarier.

"Rule number one," he says as he writes on the board then turns around smirking at the two rule breakers "Sex is not allowed in the Dreamstate," and thay was where the ruckus began. All in one go we, including myself, started to ask questions on why it wasn't allowed but two kids in particular were complaining on why it wasn't allowed making our teacher laugh at our reactions

"Alright settle down, settle down," he chuckles "I'll try to answer all of your questions everyday this summer before classes our classes end, but you all have to calm down and keep your hormones at bay. Be civilized human and not our ancient ancestors, some of which are claimed to be at a zoo, and you babbling baboons looked like them just now, "

He turns around again to write more rules at the board, if dad hadn't told me that this guy was a legit professor specializing on Soulmates and the Dreamstate, I'd we walking back home by now.

"The reason you can't have sex in the Dreamstate is because of her," we stay quiet as wait for him to continue "Now, wet dreams are common. We know that for sure, but the thing is some individuals don't remember what particularly happens during a wet dream, they know that something did happen but only because of what they have as an evidence when they wake up, and some people barely remember the face of who caused it, and some would call it a nighmare, which leads to the reason why sex isn't allowed in the Dreamstate. If your recircut the dream and you do end up having sex there, your soulmate's mind at your ages now, might perceive it as a nightmare. And what happens to any human being that experiences a realistic nightmare,"

" They don't want to sleep again" I mutter and he nods in my direction "Exactly." he says "Because reality is different from dreaming, you might think you're all good with wanting something like sleeping with your soulmate in the Dreamstate but your bodies might reject it making you wake up, making the dream end" somewhere in the back of the room they guys who tried getting rowdy in the Dreamstate groaned in frustration making the teacher chuckle.

"The Dreamstate is a place where you meet your soulmate and hence, you can only meet there both of you have to be in a deep sleep which is called REM or Rapid Eye Movement, also known as your deep sleep phase. If your soulmate is asleep the same time you are and you meet, it's a clear indicator that they either live in the same country or the nearby countries because of the time zones, but there are some who are currently residing in different countries, making you meet them arrive in a different time while you're already in the Dreamstate. The Dreamstate is in your time zone not hers, notice how it's night time when you're there, for those who have soulmates in a different time zone, she probably shows up later on in the evening or she shows up the same time you do, "

"What does it mean when she shows up at the same time? "one of the guys at the back asks

"Think of it this way," he says as he half sits on the table "Imagine a house with locked doors, you can't get in without number one, having a key and of course, with respect number two, permission to enter the house. She has neither. The house is your Dreamstate, you have the master key and it's the only one available. She can't show up unless you're there. "

" But what if she's already there before you arrive? "I asked

He looks at me, probably thinking why I had a question like that which was probably why he asked" Did you experience it? "

“I don't think so," I shrug

"Because if anyone did, it's a rare case, Jimin-ah" I blink, more confused than ever

"I thought you said there was only one master key"

"I did,"

"Then what.... how in the world did we end up from that topic to this... " I trail off not even knowing how to word my question

"It's because you're all curious and you just had to ask questions. And now I know what I'm going to discussing this summer. But to continue, ten out of a hundred soulmates in this world experience a phenomena wherein, the masterkey is neither yours or hers. Simply put, it's a natural phenomena. Meaning, as cliché and cheesy as this is gonna sound, you are both fated to be together. Now there's a difference between naturally having soulmates and having soulmates that are bound to be together, or as I just worded it 'fate'."

"I though there was only a standard" the kid next to states

"And that because like I said, it's a rare case," he says as he paces and ends up standing in front of my desk, "The standard: having a soulmate, is the most common one that everyone has, but the fated ones are the ones that are usually... monitored. And for a good reason. 'Why' you wonder?" he sighs deeply and looks at me with sad eyes "I don't know what other way to say this but the truth, If any of you experience your soulmate arriving the Dreamstate before you do, not only does it mean that she has a key to the house, but it also means you're not ordinary soulmates, fate figuratively speaking, tied your souls together with no way of undoing it, but you see" he pauses as he looks around the classroom" Soulmates have to option to reject a soulmate, it could be her choice or yours. But know that the difference does not end there, you could still end up with someone else. However, if you're soulmate was fated to be with you and one of you reject the other" he sighs again, shaking his head "You'll never end up with someone else,"

"Why not?" I asked

"Well, the fated ones are the ones who are the read definition of having a soulmate. Think of lovebirds, the fated ones share the same situation as lovebirds do, but in this case if one gets rejected, they end up dying of a broken heart. And the other one is left alone here with us, but usually and based on records, neither of them stay alive."

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Present day

"YA KIM NAMJOON THE SOUP IS ON FIRE! THE GOD DAMNED PAN IS ON FIRE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NAMJOON-AH!" Yoongi yells from living room as he ran to the kitchen, as the rest of the other members run in panic, Namjoon was on the counter top, paper on hand as he covers the fire alarm. Taehyung, Hobi and I open all the windows we could, fanning the smoke out as Yoongi and Jin hyung take care of the burning pan. Jungkook was with me, doing his best to fan out the smoke.

"What happened hyung?" he asks me coughing at the smell of burnt food "One minute you were looking after Namjoon hyung cooking the next you were on your phone and you looked lost"

"Just had a lot in mind, sorry" I said rubbing my face with the palm of my hands.

"Is it Y/n?" Hobi asks as he enters the room "Does she know yet?"

"No, I'm trying to win her heart first before telling her, but I think I did something wrong"

"What makes you say that?" he asks

"Well, I told her I met my soulmate and now she thinks she's third wheeling"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, Jimin-ah, but that was a stupid thing to do," Yoongi says as he overheard the conversation while the three of us walk in to the kitchen.

"That's exactly why I'm trying to make it up to her, I'm bringing her with us for the second season of In the Soop."

Namjoon looks at all of the members before looking at me "Jimin-ah, I don't know how to tell you this, but there are only seven rooms available. Where is she gonna stay?"

"Wait, what?" I ask in confusion but Director-nim said there's enough room for us and the staff.

"That was because Y/n wasn't included in the list," Namjoon reasoned, while Yoongi hyung was smirking looking at the other members "You guys know what that means, right."

"Oh, you're in trouble now, cowboy!" Taehyung hollers with a laugh, standing from the sink where he was washing the pan Namjoon burned.

"Would you look at that, I never thought I'd see this day coming." Jin laughs and Namjoon laughs with him

"W-wait! N-no, I'm confused!" I stuttered in panic "What are you all saying?"

"What we're saying is you're sharing a room," Hobi "And maybe even a bed"

"Even better," Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows at Hobi making Jungkook laugh out loud with the other members as I stare at them wide eyed

"Alright, puppykitty," Yoongi says wrapping an arm around my shoulders "Time for you to turn into a doggone beast,"

"Hey, hey, hey," Jin warns them "Don't scare the poor kid, he's trying to win her heart not her pants," he throws a rag at Yoongi who effectively catches it and throws it back at Jin hyung

"I know that hyung, but it doesn't hurt to tease the kid every once in a while" he grins

"The kid you're talking about isn't a kid any more, let alone inexperienced" I glare at him playfully

"Oooh," Taehyung gapes "the puppykitten can bark, bite and has claws"

"You little-" I yell as I run towards him as he runs and I chased the little brat around the dorm.

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"Please tell me I'm making the biggest mistake of my life by bringing Y/n to this trip" I beg Yoongi hyung who was getting ready to get into our bus that was going to take us to the house where we were staying. Y/n was already there with the other staff that went ahead in the afternoon and she sent me a text saying that the staff told her that they'd have to wait for us to get settled before they could get settled. That staff in particular were a few close guards and the managers who knew about Y/n being my soulmate.

"Kid, don't call what you two have a mistake," he said sadly looking away. It was until it hit me, "I-I'm sorry, hyung," I quickly apologized "I forgot, I wasn't thinking-"

"Don't sweat it, kid," he gives me a small smile "I have a chance to still meet someone who I could call my soulmate, but you can't" he says "Do everything you can to make sure she stays, you did the right thing already by bringing her here, you're brave to contact her parents before we even debuted God I forgot you met up with them too when we did American Hustle Life" he shakes his head

"You have guts, kid" he pats my back "I know you love her and you're doing your best, it will pay off. You'll see,"

"And besides, if she doesn't love you back" Taehyung says from behind making us turn around "we still love you," he smiles playfully.

"Thanks, Taehyung-ah," he grins "Sure thing, now please move I want to get the seat with more leg space," he walks ahead of us straight to the bus.

"Think happy thoughts, Jimin-ah," Yoongi says as he walks toward the bus.

On the entire ride to the rest house, ai kept thinking of how I was going to spend my spare time with her before we got to the real world at the end of the week. I made a mental list in my head, but it just lead to me falling asleep only to be woken up by our cameraman and director.

"We go on cars from here, guys" he says as he leads us out of the bus

"Why do you we have to get in cars?" Namjoon asks yawning

"It's better to get there by car, the bus isn't a great idea to drive there." the director explains, he's also one of the people we trusted to explain that Y/n was my soulmate. As I got in the car, I pulled out my phone quickly to sent Y/n a text letting her know we changed vehicles only to receive a text that said 'wait until you see this place!'

"Why did Y/n text me saying 'Wait until you see this place'?" I ask.

"Woah, do you see that?" Jungkook says while Hobi says he sees lights. When the house came to view my jaw dropped, despite the darkness of the night I was able to see the outline of the buildings with the mild illumination the lights gave out. Three houses. There's plenty of room! They scared me for nothing! As we all got out of the cars and walked in to the estate with awe and our bags on hand we headed to the mainhouse first. Looking around, we had a mini library and reading area, and I instantly knew you were going to enjoy it. During the meeting last month for what we wanted or needed for our stay, I asked our director what the others had already asked for but he knew I only had one question in mind.

"Can you cut this next part out?" I asked him eyeing the camera next to him.

"Yeah sure, Jimin-ssi," he nods "What's up?"

"Can I bring her with us?" I ask hopeful as I look between him, my manager and Sejin-nim who was also in the room.

"Well you could," Sejin hyung says "We'll just cut her off of scenes when she's in frame, but we're not sure about the rooms,"

"Why's that?" I asked curious "I could just sleep on the couch or share a bed with the other members or she could stay with the other staff"

"We'll see what we could do, Jimin-ah" Sejin nods "But she could join you," I nod, thanking them as I got up and made my way out of the room.

~~~~~^^~~~~~~~~^^^^

"There are only seven rooms," our director announced as we all gathered in the living room of the main house.

I gaped, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I was speechless. Shit. Now what? As we discussed which building we were all staying in for our stay, I came across a room that had a couch, but as I looked up I let out a sound in surprise and grab my amenities basket again only to announce to Hobi and Taehyung that there was a huge bug in the bedroom.

"Rock, paper, scissors," they both agreed "winner gets to pick a room". And so the game began, none of them knew that Y/n was gonna stay in a room with me and not the staff so I had to do all I could to win a room with a lot of space and a couch, and that room was the room above our heads. And what a lucky evening it was. I jump in excitement as I was the first one to win, and ran up the stairs happily before going back to the main house for our late dinner. But first...

"Y/n!" I call out as I enter the staff's residence.

"Jimin-ah," she calls back "Give me a second I'm in the restroom,"

"Okay," I answer as I ask Sejin-nim where her luggage was to help her

"She only brought a backpack" he whispers.

"WHAT?!" I whisper-yelled

"She told me she's only staying for 2 days, then she's leaving with the other staff to go back home, something about keeping a distance between you two and letting you breathe air she wasn't breathing" he chuckled.

Typical of Y/n to think I'll let her leave in two days, we were surrounded by greenery and the forest, she's not going anywhere.

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[moonlightguardianmoon]

Why has the internet been so depressed over tragic gay men lately? Like- from what I've on the internet so far, is tragic gay men in either pirate theme, time traveling interdimensional multiverse non-sence, to biblical characters stoping Armag-NOPE, getting tragic over a simple miscommunication over something the other said and taking it too in deep over what the other actually means- OR because both wish to understand each other on a personal level, so they try and become something for the other on both ends OR try to do something to make improvements for their lives to work out for the two so they could leave in some form of peace, Sometimes they don't even realise they're gay (or they just decided to add it in the last minute so they could get more fans to see their faith ship come true (kind of)) but ultimately end up being a giant miley cyrus, size wrecking ball and wreck everything! All because of a simple miscommunication from both parties! Like- BOY YOU KNOW THAT NOT WHAT HE MEANT! Because both men are just sharing a single brain cell, and they have to take turns sharing said one brain cell. Usually, one man has the brain cell longer than the other but is still an emotional and social fool. The other just big head empty most of the time, but has their far share of "Eureka!", moment, also usually the one who realizes everything first despite the other being the keeper of their shared brain cell. Also, the other just like wearing black- not because their egdy or "tragic tragic" its just because they like the look and hot topic was a good choice. The other is just a fancy pants who likes books and enjoys just living life as is with their respective partner and just want to have one simple day with them without some kind of looming threat over their head and is also the one who secretly is the "Actual body gard of the two" (sometimes), Bro all I'm saying is, is that there some werid trend going on here in the show business. Is this where humanity has led to now? Just gay men being tragic in every conceivable timeline and / or interdimensional universe in every multiverse!? Like, I'm not complaining, but bro, this is too much tragic for me to take in man. Do you have any idea how much my heart has been broken seeing all these tragic gay men? Makes me kind of want to write my owm story about two tragic gay men being tragic! Like MIGHT AS WELL! EVERYONE ONE ELSE DOING IT! Maybe I'll give them a dog or something? Like, maybe I'll give them a 200 year old being with the fresh mind of a child just wanting to do their best- or maybe a nearby guy who's so wholesome for his own good- Or MaYbE I'Ll JuSt GiVe tHeM a cReW oN sHiP wHo aRe jUsT LiKe- "Oh ya we're totally fine with this." (Have yet to watch ofmd but you never know) Bro, I'm just losing my mind right now over this! Apparently, this trend of gay men make me crazy- CRAZY!? I WAS CRAy once! They locked me in an internet page- an internet page full of gay men! Gay men make me crazy- CRAZY!? I WAS CRAZY ONCE-! Bottomline is I forgot where I was going with this, and uuuuh sometime gay men are just an angel and a demon trying to be on their own side. Sometimes it's a pirate and a noble guy trying to live life on the sea, sometimes a god of mischief and some office worker for the multiverse and timeline who both don't even know their in love to begin with... or Marvel is just trying to hop on the tragic gay men train before it fades, just like when Thanos snapped half the universe, Disney also faded along with it.

#rant post

[cosmicjoke]

Seeing your last post about Levi and ships, I totally think Yams made Levi's character dirty with the vow haha. I think this is one of Levi's curses.

Reading other people's opinions in that post made me think of something, but with your last post...I couldn't say it any better.

I definitely think there's a difference between making a vow to someone and making a vow for someone. Erwin and the new recruits basically give their life so Levi could complete the mission, giving him a chance to kill the beast titan. Levi acknowledges their sacrifice and he even says sorry to them.

At Erwin's last moments, I think Levi understood the weight Erwin's dream had in him...at that moment, Erwin's dream was something that was corrupting him, so Levi let him rest. For me, the reason he still recalled the goal to kill the monkey is because, if there was a part of Erwin still listening, Erwin could rest thinking his death wasn't in vain. Just like Levi told the recruit he would exterminate all the titans, Levi wanted Erwin to feel at peace.

Also, I've always felt that Levi wanting to kill Zeke has different meanings along the story. First, Zeke was annihilating the SC, later Zeke turned Levi's squad into titans forcing Levi to kill them, and lastly, according to Hange's theories, killing Zeke meant to stop the rumbling. You can love him or hate him, but Zeke was a huge asshole throughout the story, especially to Levi, so I don't think the resentment Levi holds to him is because of only one person. That's why I don't buy the whole Levi is oBsEssEd with killing Zeke, because Levi had multiple chances to kill him if he wanted, and the only time we actually see him aiming at that is when Zeke turns out to be a nuisance.

I'm sorry for the rant, I also have two brain cells and they don't work that well, so I'm not even sure I made my point clear. Anyways, everyone be happy and stream Bauklotze.

Haha, no worries, I understood all your points perfectly.

Indeed, lets say there are multiple benefits to killing Zeke. And certainly, Levi was never obsessed or even primarily driven by wanting to kill Zeke. As you pointed out, as I've done several times as well, Levi had numerous chances to kill Zeke, and he purposefully held back because he knew it wouldn't, at the time, be beneficial to the majority to do so. That's a loud and clear indication that Levi wasn't "blinded by revenge" or whatever nonsense haters want to spew.

And yes, Levi making his vow specifically to Erwin doesn't at all equate to him making the vow for Erwin. Erwin was Levi's commanding officer. Levi took orders from him. So, naturally, he would make the vow to fulfill his commanding officer's final order to said commanding officer. Levi's criticism of himself for not being able to fulfill Erwin's final order has less to do with Levi having some sort of special relationship with Erwin or being especially beholden TO Erwin, and more to do with Levi's duty AS a soldier. He chastises himself over failing to complete the final task set to him by Erwin, because up to that point he's always been a good soldier, able to do his duty without issue, to follow orders and commands dutifully and with precision. He's frustrated by his bungling the effort to kill Zeke on more than one occasion. He doesn't understand why he keeps messing it up. Levi isn't used to that. Again, this has nothing to do with Levi's relationship with Erwin, and everything to do with Levi's feelings of obligation to use his strength to help others, to be an effective and useful soldier in the cause. He says "I've never bungled one of his orders... Not even once... And yet, for some reason, his final order is the one that I just can't..." This is Levi taking himself to task for failing to follow his commanding officer's final dictate to him. That's all it is. It isn't proof that Levi wanted to fulfill the vow for Erwin and Erwin alone. I think the pages and panels I posted more than prove that Levi wanted to fulfill the vow for ALL his fallen comrades that day, even if the vow was made to one, single officer in Erwin. Again, Erwin was Levi's commander. Who else was he going to receive his orders from? Who else was he going to make the promise to?

And certainly, Levi wanting to kill Zeke was in part a manifestation of his desire to see, not only Erwin rest, but all of the soldiers who died that day rest as well. Levi's whole drive to fight is predicated on his desire to honor the lives of others and to ensure that their lives weren't wasted, or given up in vain. As you said, Zeke was a major asshole throughout the story, and especially to Levi. There were multiple reasons for why Levi hated Zeke, all of them justified. But again, it wasn't revenge Levi sought (though he would have been justified in doing so), but rather closure for his fallen comrades. He didn't want their sacrifices to have been for nothing.

#Levi Ackerman #attack on titan

[sparklyslug]

Okay I know you’ve talked about Eddie as Faramir but let’s TALK about STEVE as EOWYN…….decides after having seen battle that he wants something completely different with his life than what he’s been told is the path of glory…..”I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend”……adopts a hobbit wholesale and brings him into battle…….puts himself between his loved ones and the danger, always…..literally his entire character arc is just him taking off his helmet and being all “I am no douchebag!!!!!”

Anyway “let us dwell in fair ithilien” jogged my brain cells and I digress. Just a lot of feels going on over here!!!!!

OH BUDDY OH MAN YOU HAVE SO TOTALLY GOT ME WE ABSOLUTELY NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS!!!!

Because you are absolutely right and correct and i'm obsessed with this now. Everything you say here!!! Fucking amazing and phenomenal!!! HE DOES NOT LOVE THE NAIL STUDDED BAT FOR ITS SHARPNESS. HE LOVES ONLY THAT WHICH IT DEFENDS. I AM NO DOUCHEBAG!!

OKAY SO LIKE LETS GO INNNNNNN. How Eowyn is stuck at the beginning of Two Towers, trapped taking care of her ailing uncle in the gathering dark, all alone. A morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill. Kind of stuck, waiting, not sure what the future is gonna be for her and her brother but knowing shit is bAD SHIT HAS GOTTEN VERY BAD AND SHIT IS LIKELY TO GET WORSE. But what can she do? Who is around that she can turn to? A wacky gang crash lands into her life to suck her into their epic crusade, and that kickstarts her journey but ultimately her path is her own, and her heroism is her own, it comes from her. STEVE HARRINGTON!!! STEEEEEVE!!! HARRINGTONNNN!!!! Is so loyal, will not be left at home to wait and watch when the people he loves is in danger. He doesn't crave glory the way Eowyn does, but he will absolutely put his body on the line again and again between the forces of evil and those who need his protection, and that is absolutely an Eowyn trait.

And also like, to take it there. What does Steve fear? A cage. To spend his life behind bars the way that his parents did, until use and age just make him accustomed to it and he forgets what else he wanted. I don't know if Steve initially fears the cage so much as he is already inside it, kind of clinging to it even. Nancy understands the pattern they're falling into waaaay before Steve does, because to Steve his cage of parties and fun and status isn't unwelcome yet, is something I think he is sort of not always actively trying to get back but certainly something he's kind of trying to hold on to in some ways even into Season 3 with his Scoops Ahoy Strikeout Steve woes haha.

Or, to frame it a different way, maybe he's chasing the dream of that life the way that Eowyn is chasing the dream of dying gloriously in battle. His life and his parents' lives aren't the cage--in some ways they're the goal for him. Domesticity, middle class suburban living, kind of what he's had but also with a happiness and contentment and love he's never experienced. But, like with Eowyn, it's a shallow understanding of what that life actually involves and requires and actually looks like in reality. And ultimately neither of them are necessarily suited for this dream that they're carrying. For her, of valor and death in battle, for him, of a white picket fence life of heternormative bliss. Eowyn IS a warrior and Steve IS loved and someone's future husband but like. They can't seem to recognize that they already HAVE the essential elements of the dream they want for themselves, they don't need to chase it to its furthest (unattainable, deadly) extent and consider anything less than that to be a failure.

And also! Like! Does Eowyn really love Aragorn? She sees his qualities and she admires him, and even more than that, she's captivated by what he represents: a leader of men, a noble warrior, a hero. A representative of the kind of life she wants to have, the kind of person she really wants to be. Isn't that what Nancy is to Steve? A leader, someone smart, someone who is kind and good when everyone else around him is largely uninterested in being either. She represents the kind of life he wants to have too: the six kids in the Winnebago, the big happy family. And represents the kind of person he wants to be, in how she leads the Party and is so so smart and capable, never the babysitter but the badass in charge. Eowyn clings to Aragorn as a symbol, perhaps more than she does to him as a person. It's not THE reason they don't work out, but damn it's absolutely A reason. DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR AT ALL.

I HAVE SO MANY EOWYN EMOTIONS AND AM RUNNING ON TWO HOURS OF SLEEP SO I NEED TO CUT IT SOMEWHERE but also like.

Eddie as Faramir and the two of them sharing custody of hobbits and sharing a love that's not about ideals and not about pity and not about anything other than seeing each other so clearly and finding that beautiful, fuck me up fuck me up.

#stranger rings #bLESS U FOR THIS IT'S SO FUN #steve harrington #lotr #stranger things meta #eowyn #asks #mop #i've loved stancy in my time no disrespect i just think i was happy with how it ended in season 2 tbh i don't feel compelled by it anymore #ALSO CAN I TELL YOU HOW I LOVE THIS FRAMING OF NANCY AS ARAGORN TOO mmmmm juicy gonna stew on that one for a minute. #fair ithilien verse

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Doubts

Rabbit is uncertain. About her place in the Foundation, what she is, and almost everything. What she's certain of though... is she's sick of doubts.

It's never been a secret to me that I'm not like most people. Sure, I work in the SCP Foundation, which automatically disqualifies me from normality. But even among my peers, I've always felt... anomalous. The fact that I'm probably the only field agent with an interest in psychology is no help. The other agents call me things like "Rabbit the Brain", "Rabbit the Skeptical", and worst... "Doctor Rabbit, PsyD". I can't help having some trust issues, my home life was less than ideal aside from my awesome dad. Mom was... negligent at her best, and outright cruel at her worst. She wasn't into booze or drugs, she was just a total nutter. Used to play horrible little "pranks" like soaking my dress in what felt like stinging nettle extract the day before school photo day. Not that she ever bought the damn things. I itched so much that day my teacher called CPS. The fuzz didn't do much, just warned my mom to cut her shit. She just got more devious.

What led to me coming under Foundation notice was the terrible day I had enough of her crap. I was 15, and I just wanted to be able to *gasp* have a new outfit for my first day in a new school, so I might have a shot at making at least one friend. My mom, however, took this as me acting "like a spoiled little bitch", and locked me in the attic after beating me bloody. I don't remember much, just terrible anger toward my cruel mom, and a sudden sound of screaming. I have no idea what I did to her, exactly. But... let's just say I inadvertently saved my poor dad cremation costs. And nearly burned myself alive in the process. Somehow, I survived.

When the SCP guys found me, I was encased in a huge slab of ice, but alive. I was not, however, what you'd call talkative. I think I tried to knock out two of the poor guys, but I was too weak to do much but collapse. The tests I went through were... not fun. At all. And told both myself and the Foundation nothing we didn't already know. Which is, I'm weird, we all know it, and no one knows what the hell I even am. How I went from detainee to Agent is kinda funny. It started with a Keter breach.

Yet again... some fool looked 096 in the eye, and he went nuts. And my unlucky ass was on my way to containment. Three Security guards were with me when we encountered him, and one screamed. Screamer gets pummeled to death in front of us, Guard 2 draws his gun. And I see the Shy Guy. I'm more curious than scared.

"Hi." Shy Guy looks at me, head tilted. He's not freaking out, a good sign. "You seem a little scared. Me too. This place is creepy. But I don't think you want to hurt anyone." A nod. "How about I walk with you back to your place? This place is huge, very easy to get lost." He blinks. "I promise, if the guards will warn everyone off, no one will see you. Come on, Big Guy. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you."

The Shy Guy nods, and Guard 2 leads the way. Strangely, the anomaly allows me to place a hand on his arm. No further violence happens, and 096 goes back in his unit, no issue.

The two remaining guards look at me strangely after 096 is locked in.

"What the fuck are you, kid? How the fuck did you calm 096 down so fast?"

"Beats the hell out of me, sir. But I think I might be in the place to find out." I sigh. "I take it the big guy is a bit of a problem child?"

"Yeah. But we're used to it. Are you gonna be one too?"

"No sir."

"Good girl. Just to warn you... O5 is going to be very interested in you. Comply if you can, it won't be so bad." We reach my new cell, and I walk in. It's tiny, little more than a bunk, a sink, a commode, and a computer. And cold. I'm walked through all the orientation crap, welcome to life in the D-Class pool, don't expect to survive long. Computer terminal for assignments and requests, yadda yadda.

While my life continues for now... I think I was in orange jumpsuits for less than a week. And then, the training to become an Agent. It was both intense and horrible. But, I endured. Even made a few friends. I still wonder though... if my new friends knew how I got here, would they still like me? Guys like Abel, probably. After all, I'm a fellow freak of nature. But the regular guys, like Dave? People can be so cruel to those unlike them. Breaks my heart sometimes.

Speaking of cruelty, I'm wondering if some of the Foundation's methods are... less than great. I realize that everything here is dangerous, and that protocol exists for a reason, but... do we really have to be assholes about it? It kinda seems like O5 wants certain anomalies always angry, but for what reason? Are they, like my dear Doctor says, just refuse disposal for the Foundation? Seems like it in the case of 682. Any troublesome D-Class soon find themselves on a lunch date with the demented mostly undead crossbreed of Kirby and Godzilla, but as an entrée. Or a training dummy for Abel. Or any number of worse fates. And I'm not great with how they treat my fellow anomalies sometimes either. All 053 wants is a friend, what's so wrong with that? She may be strange, but she's still a kid. O5 won't even let me bring in my cat for her. Not much of a childhood, if you ask me. She's never even seen snow, I bet. Don't get me started about 110-Montauk. If that's what it takes to save reality, perhaps we should just let it go.

Amazingly, the Foundation somehow hasn't found out about this page. So far. Will they mind I have it? Probably. Do I care? Not at all. O5 isn't too worried about one employee page, and I'm careful. Benefits of having a few hacker friends. Besides, it's not like I'm giving away all our secrets. Hell, I've barely scratched the surface of weird here. I don't know how deep the rabbit hole goes, but I'll keep digging. That's what a rabbit does, dig. I might not get exactly the answers I want, but knowing something is better than knowing nothing. I may die, but... at least I tried. And if my death makes a difference, I'm fine with it.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit

[sk3tch404]

The fact that I actually recognise that person-

Was actually debating whether to block them a while back and then forgot about it but omfg yeah I shoulda done it 💀💀💀💀 idk how to explain it properly but they strongly remind me of the IRL_Clowns situation back on TikTok for some reason (the summary should still be up when you search for it I think) although they haven't reached that same lvl of..... 'Bro wtf' yet, I think

Also it's not like Aponia could whitewash Naib more than Netease already did themselves fr

Yes just block him soon...

Wait, did I ever tell you guys we were mutuals? Oh no, I didn't. Let's recap.

I understand as a fictive you can't control the characters you see yourself as, but uh yeah...

I don't mind irl's or fictives, but sometimes y'all get a little out of hand. Like...

Wow defending Phillips racist backstory and character... How interesting.

You can be an irl of whoever u want I really don't give a fuck. I'm glad they're 'not racist' as people, but can they at least acknowledge PHILIPPE'S CHAFACTER IS RACIST? HIS CHARACTER TRAILER LITERALLY HAS A BLACK PERSON WITH DRAWN WITH ETHNIC FEATURES TURNING INTO A WOLF. AN ANIMAL.

DEEMING THEM AS CRIMINALS BASED ON PHYSICAL STRUCTURE. HOW IS THAT NOT FUCKING RACIST.

You don't have to be EVERY SINGLE TRAIT of that character as a fictive, but at least acknowledge the character you are is a bad person dude 💀

Ain't it funny when you pick and choose what to speak out on?

He can't STAND IT when racist black caricatures are on screen, but when his irl S/O cries about being seen as racist even though the character they are, Philippe, is racist in his work, deeming ethnic black features as a aggravated wolf ready to strike, that's when he goes tell them to do they things they like. Take their mind off of things and take a nap.

Yes this makes total and perfect mature sense. Good job team of 7 braincells.

I also think how it's a bit funny how despite me telling him my real age when I was 13 (almost 14) and they were 16, (Probably almost turning 17 because a bit after that they had 17 in their bio) they still replied with sexual implications for the characters even though they told me,

Murder stuff only huh? I get making sexual jokes with your friends, but I can't look down at someone nearly 3 YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME, and be comfortable making those kinds of jokes.

I'm not saying he's a predator, no no not at all. What im saying is, that even though he may have tried making me feel welcomed and tried to be friendly, it was not in my best interest safety wise.

This had me thinking that making semi sexual jokes with older people was normal and okay. It is alright once in a long while, but I remember multiple occasions where he would respond with something like, "Oh yeah Naib blows readers back out when Eli isn't around."

Of course that isn't specific, but it isn't too far from incorrect.

At the time, I was still trying to be more social and getting over my social anxiety. It made me happy that someone ONLINE paid attention to me with positive things to say. Even if they were very... Effortless or braindead smut.

Now I'm not saying he had to reply to every one if my asks with a full mental analysis, but at that time, I just felt worthless and disappointed with the responses. Though I can understand why he had only replied with one sentence or two most of the time. The guy was answering a FUCK ton of asks every single day. I'm sure there was a lot of pressure there too.

He was also reblogging with his S/O a million times every day so there's that I guess.

He uses the same 7 brain cells with every ask. Literally just porn, porn, porn and porn. I don't have an issue with legit pure thirsting, but honestly the intelligence in the room dropped to 25 everytime I went on his blog.

He claims not to be racist and points out misrepresentation, yet chooses to turn a blind eye to his irl fictive S/O when they feel bad bc the racist character they are, is being seen as racist.

He didn't tell me to not make sexual jokes and set those boundaries once again knowing I was about 3 years younger, but encouraged them with keyboard smashes and more thirst.

Sending in semi sexual asks were mistakes I made on my part alone, but seeing it as entertaining and allowing it to continue was something that made him amplify the issue even further.

Being a fictive is difficult and messes with your mental health a lot, but that doesn't give him an excuse to defend explicitly racist characters when your fictive gf/husband cries about it. Just because you're ill or are an irl doesn't mean you are excused from these sort of things.

I don't know how it is to struggle with being one, or will ever know what it feels like, but I can be sure when I say, I do not tolerate picky hypocrites.

He wants to point out Kurumi for 'white washing' Naib? Okay, I get it. Doing the right and moral thing huh? Well then, allow me to point out the things I had experienced during time I spent and lost during the late year of 2020 and the entirely of 2021 - 2022.

Naib was already pale to begin with. Kurumi couldn't white wash him if he was already that color.

After all, even if they wanted to 'white wash' Naib, Netease already beat them to it. Netease is a colorist, racist, offensive, and overall problematic company.

Every single character of theirs has their issues and faults, but this 'white washing' accusation that has fallen on Kurumi's shoulders has weighed heavy enough. They are simply not true and have fallen short.

Kurumi is not a native English speaker. They were confused and anxious while he confronted them. They only had a basic understanding of what he was trying to say. I talked to them and it was never their intention to hurt anybody, especially people who are colored like me.

If he wants to confront someone improperly, it should be me. Not her.

I don't want drama. I just want what's hiding in the dark, to come out into the light. Thank you, have a good rest of your day.

#yanderefantasies #nana talks #yandere #i had waited for so long to say this #looking back now #the things they were saying and posting with me #make my uncomfy #these past two years on that blog has been one hell of a journey #you HAD TO BE THERE #to understamd what it was like

[biinarysttars]

For the dragonborn ask meme: 5, 10, 15, 20, 25!

AA tysm for asking!!!! It means so much aa <3<3 Most of it is under the cut because I've been rotating Etheara for so long-- he's really quite established :)

5: How were they perceived before their Dragonborn identity became widely known? (TW: parental death mentioned)

Okay so! Etheara is descended from my Nerevarine, so even after his parents died due to complications relating to the Red Year, he was still easily recognized-- particularly by members of the Temple & members of House Telvanni, the house that the Nerevarine had joined. Because he's the grandson of such a prolific mage (not just the Nerevarine-- his mother's magical skill was also renowned), he was expected to share that sort of power. Unfortunately, it was not hereditary. What was hereditary, though, was the total of two brain cells-- both of which he shares with his twin brother, who uses them more often than not.

Mostly, Etheara is a huge huge surprise to meet. The grandson of the Nerevarine, who had been a powerful Witchhunter; the Hortator; the founder of Raven Rock Mine; the former Archmagister of House Telvanni. Etheara is dumb as rocks, and very kind, and very strong

10. Which factions are they aligned with? Including civil war sides, Thalmor, guilds etc.

So first off. House Telvanni. He doesn't fit in very well, but he is a born House Dunmer. Also he gets invited to join it a 2nd time while helping Neloth in Solstheim (Neloth doesn't know who the fuck this guy is LMAO he barely cared about Travlse [Nerevarine] in the first place; as if he keeps track of his spawn)

But going into Skyrim, first off, he is in the Imperial Legion (only cares about the civil war insofar as the Dunmer in Windhelm are being oppressed; the larger issues escape him), formerly a member of the College of Winterhold (no idea how to put this story very concisely; I'll just say it involves Hermaeus Mora & an unlucky Maormer) and is part of the Blades (didn't really wanna but Delphine scared him). I haven't ever finished the game so maybe he'd join more?? But probably nothing criminal (I know the game strongarms you into joining the Thieves' Guild. But that doesn't happen to Etheara it happens to the dude they think is the LDB before Etheara. His name is Vanyo and I would also love to talk about him :) )

15. What is their personal LEAST favourite place in Skyrim- somewhere that annoys them, or comes with bad memories, or otherwise?

OH MAN. :)

Windhelm, first and foremost. Not only do people stare & jeer at him, but this was where Revyn asked him to find Viola Giodarno's ring and leave it in her home. He decided he knew better, and instead gave it back to her. Which, while it seems like the less-unhinged direction, her response is completely disproportionate. He carries that guilt all the way to Solitude, where he joins the Imperial Legion to try to make specifically Revyn's life easier. Revyn, a guy he spoke to maybe 3 times. And also everyone else in the Grey Quarter, and also himself should he choose to stay in Skyrim-- but tbh he doesn't really care that much about himself, and he doesn't know anyone. Soooo

Winterhold, specifically the College of. Etheara was not the hero of that story. He carries little memory of the incident, but can't help feeling guilty when he thinks of the place. Everything turned out more or less fine btw (except the people that died) but ngl the College of Winterhold serves as my main sandbox when it comes to Skyrim lmao

I actually haven't finished the game, so I don't really know all of the steps in the main quest & I don't know what lore I would impose on the rest of the world in tandem yet!! So those are the main two atm :)

20. Which NPC have they killed and absolutely NOT regretted it (excluding the major villains)?

So this is complicated! Etheara's story actually cannot be told from his perspective for two main reasons: first, at the end of his adventures as the Dragonborn, he burns all of his journals and books so that the written word can never again have such a hold on him; second, his memory is genuinely just so filled with holes and gaps, especially during the most interesting parts. When I work on his story, I tell it from the perspectives of the people he surrounds himself with-- both those that care about him, and those that don't.

If he could remember every life he took; if he could see the blood on his hands... he'd regret all of it more than anything.

But he can't. So.

25. Which of the Dragon Priest masks do they favour and wear the most? If the answer is Konahrik, pick the second favourite too. [Spoilers for Dragonborn DLC]

That's going to be Zahkriisos! If we are counting Dragonborn DLC, which I am.

First off, one of two dragon priests I've actually encountered in the game (btw I have 400+ hours in Skyrim KJDHFG I don't have any excuses. I just keep starting over when the vibe's not right)-- and the only one of the two he actually fights

But also, regardless of how much other information I have, it's going to be extremely difficult to top how well this particular mask clicks into place, lorewise-- because the Nerevarine has a fairly prominent hand in establishing the Raven Rock Mine. By eliminating Zahkriisos, Etheara is continuing his family's legacy. It's also where he finds his first Black Books, and the Horrors ensue. And the aforementioned Maormer has an extremely prominent storm/lightning theme, so to then have 50% resistance is so <3 you know??

#Skyrim #TES V #Last Dragonborn #Etheara Reverie #Skyrim OC #Original Character #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING AAAA #[She-Ra Entrapta voice] I've waited YEARS for people to ask me about my guys #Also if you have a guy to talk about you should also reblog the post ........ No reason in particular <- loves hearing about peoples' guys

[madegeeky]

Does joining a condo board turn you into an idiot or are idiots the only people who will sign up for condo boards?

Cause of the two times I've had to deal with the condo association, both times the level of stupidity has absolutely baffled me.

For the people who have been around for a while, the first time was the plumbing in my bedroom wall.

Now, it's to do with package issues.

So, a few days ago a package of mine was stolen. No biggie. It was something easily replaced; the worst part of the experience was having to deal with customer service which wasn't even that bad. (I sincerely hope that the person who stole that stuffed dragon gives it to another little kid who will love it, rather than just tossing it out.)

Until today.

I, of course, emailed the condo board to let them know that this had happened for two reasons: 1) So people can check and see if they also have a package missing and 2) so people can keep a closer eye in case something that's coming is particularly important.

They email me back and are like, "Thanks for letting us know."

I, foolishly, thought that other than a group email, this was the end of things. But I did not take into account the lack of brain cells when it comes to people who are involved with the condo board.

This afternoon I get an email and it's like "Hey, I think I found your missing package. I think a neighbor put them near your front door." (We have two doors, a front and back.) And there's a picture of two packages leaning against the door of the condo below ours. Two packages that have been there for weeks if not over a month.

I send an email back going "That's not my door. I live in # not in #. That's the other [my first name]."

Do this condo board member think that I somehow missed the packages right next to my front door? Do they think I checked downstairs for the package and then ran around the building to enter my apartment through the backdoor? Do they think I'm an idiot?

They send back "Oh, it looks like your neighbor put it at the wrong door. The tall one has your last name on it."

So, I run downstairs to check and, yep, not me, the other [my first name]. I'm just absolutely baffled at this point. Why is this person so obsessed with these being my packages? Why can't they actually use common sense and understand that it makes no fucking sense for those to be my packages? Why are they making this so difficult?

I send out another email where I attempt to make that absolute moron in charge of this account understand what I'm saying, "I've double checked. Those aren't mind. They're addressed to [my first name] M. I'm [my first name] S. Not to mention that those have been sitting there for weeks or over a month and the package that was stolen, was stolen just a few days ago."

Okay, that last part might have had a bit more snark than it should have in it but, I mean, come the fuck on. What the fuck is wrong with this person?

I swear to fuck if I get yet another email about how those are totally my packages, why can't I see it, I'm going to lose my mind. (You know, you fucking know, that person is still going to going check, even if they never tell me. Fuck, I hope they never tell me. I don't think I'll survive the eye roll that I'll give.)

#geeky talks #and then i got an email from my uncle #who i sincerely cannot stand #and it's absolutely a necessary email so he does need to contact me #but that doesn't mean i have to enjoy it #i'll be so happy when this nonsense is over and never gave to talk to this uncle again #today has been a day of obnoxious emails #please no more obnoxious emails i'm begging you world

[missmultipleaffairs]

You wanna know why I choose to be unobvious on other platforms I have? Well, there's a few depending on what I use

Pinterest: I guess I should quickly mention I'm on Pinterest 60% of my life, but I don't post much. My single board (I need to make other boards and sort my shit but I don't feel like it) is full of random ass posts and those are totally okay to check out

DeviantArt: I used to use the shit out of this one, but nowadays I'm barely on it and when I am I'm checking notifications of posts from one certain creator

CapCut: I. Can't. Post. Shit. And I don't want to apply to post either, and its because most of the shit I post are mostly OC's that I created from fanfics or my own two brain cells. All are conntected and I incorporate canon characters from their fandom's, and typically I'd never post those anywhere (and I mean anywhere)

AO3: Yeah this one makes me a little boring doesn't it? I'm privating the fic I started working on, because I'm not finishing it. Short stories on Tumblr I can do just fine, long ass fics on AO3 or Wattpad, not so much. I might start one-shots for some fandom's I use though (and please use my ask tab for stories on Tumblr if you don't have AO3, I'll write them if you want them, just be aware of the fandom's I'm in, all of which are in my bio. I also haven't read any fics on AO3 yet, and its because I haven't read fanfic in a while and I'm too addicted to Tumblr to go read one lol

Wattpad: This might be the one where I'm the most unobvious, part of that's because I use my real name on Wattpad (I actually think my username is the first chunk of my google username) rather than what I use on other platforms. I don't post on Wattpad at all, because I can't and the reason may be that the fucking thing knows I use a cell phone and not a computer. I have a shit ton of saved fics and usually I don't have anything to read because there's nothing of interest or the writers I follow don't post. Also my Wattpad is fucking broken for some reason (is everyone experiencing a 403 error or is it just me?) so that's not helping.

Quotev: I literally just take a bunch of fucking quizzes, I don't post anything, that's a site I use for fun

YouTube: I CAN'T FUCKING POST ANYTHING ANYWHERE ANYMORE. I have three different YouTube accounts. My school account, my phone/parental controlled account (also the account I use for all my platforms, mind you I use all of these in a fucking chrome browser), and my backup/main YouTube account (no restricted mode, mostly so I can watch more stuff, and because I can't get Helluva Boss on restricted mode). I can't post fucking anything because school admins block it, or because I'm using a browser (I also use account #3 on a fucking Amazon tablet, I'm not getting YouTube on that lol). I have maybe three shorts from back when I actually had the app (my mom actually blocked the app so I have to use the browser) but they're fucking trash

TikTok: I had it at one point, I may have posted two things, I also have an entirely different username on that one (I dong remember the exact name but it related to Hazbin Hotel, that's as much as I can tell you). I also have the annoyingcat2007 username on a second account, which is mostly because I thought I could sync TikTok sounds to CapCut, only to find out I need the BLOCKED APP to do so (my mother doesn't let me have social media if you couldn't tell, I definitely don't have fucking Reddit or Twitter).

Yeah I'm a hidden figure on other platforms, Tumblr is really the only place I post because its a place I can attract more viewers, and because I feel more comfortable interacting with people on here (seriously people on Tumblr are really fucking nice I love y'all). If I feel comfortable enough maybe I'll lay out my actual name for you and maybe my number (don't count on it at all tho, it probably isn't very smart is it?). My real name for sure though.

#reasons #ao3 #Pinterest #deviantart #capcut #quotev #YouTube #tiktok #I'm boring #I also don't have a snap so don't ask for it lol #tumblr

[tobe-sogolden]

Yeah a lot of the time tabloid stories come from what’s being said on twitter lol because harry’s team is good at protecting his privacy. I’ve never paid attention to what the media is saying about Harry and Olivia since the beginning and I won’t start now. And I honestly hope deuxmoi gets shut down somehow, because they’ve posted things that are clearly from haters of the relationship lmao, like claiming she couldn’t finish directing her movie 😐 Also the encouragement of stalking behaviours? They post locations and creep shots all the time, I have no idea why harries continue to give them a platform.

And I totally agree with you about people being weird and overanalysing pictures and videos 😭 I remember that restaurant one and I thought nothing of the sort because I’m normal. Like you said, they were listening to someone speak. And they don’t need to be gazing into each other’s constantly to be a good couple 😭 They can walk next to each other with their friends casually because they’re not acting or performing for everyone. There’s pics and videos of them being affectionate and cuddly…people are just things up or create problems to validate their own feelings.

For example when Harry finished his last US show and he went to his family/friends, he hugged his dad and kept walking past Olivia, Gemma, and waved to Jeff I think. Omg people were so annoying saying he ignored Olivia 🙄 He hadn’t seen his dad in months and Olivia just stood back and watched them, then when Harry was going to walk past her she said something to Des and they started talking. She didn’t expect anything, she “ignored” Harry too? Does he not like Gemma either?? No, they just didn’t need to prove anything in that moment. Harry was making his way off stage and probably feeling overwhelmed. He doesn’t need to do anything in front of thousands of people 😭 Some fans really have it in their head that she is desperate for his attention and it’s one sided, and it’s totally bizarre. Because Harry is a very loving person and he wouldn’t just be with someone this long for the sake of it? Why would you want that for him. And it’s just not true, for people with brain cells and eyes. People are so weird I can’t take it. I think it’s getting worse because they know deep down the album is gonna have some soft songs on there lol. Sorry for the rant!!

Yeah I need deuxmoi GONE. They clearly can't tell when they're being trolled by fans/conspiracy theorists and it's so frustrating that they give the insane theories a wider platform. And exactly!! I don't think people realize that makes them MORE "believable" as a couple than if they walked around constantly gazing into each other's eyes and grinning at each other and always touching; no actual couple does that naturally lmao. It would be performative. And yeah that whole thing about him "ignoring" her is so funny 🤣 he literally only acknowledged two people in that group so with that logic, he ignored everyone and hates their guts!! And also what I don't get is they always claim Harry is soooooo private and that's why they don't "believe in" this relationship bc he would never do PDA and yet they act like they expected him to hug or kiss his girlfriend in front of 20,000 people who had all eyes & cameras on him lmao. Pick a narrative!!

#ask

[justlookatthosesausages]

Just realised that if Elsa would happen to marry Honeymaren, both Kristoff and Ryder would be her brother in laws and now I want a fanfic about that so this is a prompt i guess? Idk.

“Why is Ryder pouting?” Frowned Kristoff, worried.

Elsa rolled her eyes.

“He’s still upset that I didn’t go to him for advice before asking Honeymaren to marry me.”

“Oh. The whole butterflies-and-reindeers thing. Honestly, you didn’t miss anything. It’s very ridiculous, because you have to stand on that rock and all… The other day I was thinking that it was a good decision to ask for Anna’s hand in my own way and time. That would have been so embarrassing.”

“But iconic.” Grinned the blonde. 

Kristoff nudged her, and she yelped as she almost dropped tea out of her mug. They both chuckled. 

“You preferred to ask Honeymaren in your own way, uh?”

Elsa kept her mug firmly in her hands, and gave him a sarcastic look. “Obviously.”

“Did it involve snow? Or ice?”

“Why do you assume that–”

He gave him a knowing gaze. 

“Yes, it included snow and ice.”

“YES!” He muttered, clenching his fist. 

The Snow Queen wondered if he just won a bet, or only was really excited about Elsa’s magic, as usual. 

“Was it romantic?” He asked, beaming. 

“You cute love sucker. Yes, it was.”

He wiggled victoriously as he poured a new serving of tea in his mug. Now Elsa stared at him with intrigued eyebrows. Did Anna make a bet about it with him? Or was it just Kristoff being Kristoff and obsessed with wedding proposals?

She blamed Bulda for her True Love education. 

“So, so...” The blond inquired, bouncing on the fallen trunk they were sitting on. “How did it go?”

She was about to tell him, opening her mouth, but changed her mind and snapped her mouth shut in a thin line. 

“I think that’s private.”

He stared at her, trying to understand if he made her uncomfortable. She didn’t seem bothered, or angry, or shy. She just didn’t want to say. 

“Okay, keep your secrets.” Winked the mountaineer. “I’ll find it out one day. You probably told Anna though, it won’t take long.”

There was a silence. 

“Did you tell Ryder?”

Elsa snorted. “Honeymaren did already. In a very, very excited way.” 

She then gestured at the reindeer enclosure they were looking after. 

“And now, obviously, ever reindeer knows.”

Kristoff burst out of laughter. “Obviously.”

Elsa sighed.

“Having both of my brothers-in-law talking to reindeers is really concerning.”

“What did you say?” Asked Kristoff.

“Nothing”, smiled Elsa as she sipped her tea.

#btryx02 #asks #she has the dorkiest family i love it #honestly though extended-frohana is the dorkiest family #arendellians and northuldra are the ones concerned #yelana is often seen shaking her head like 'well... you all really found each other uh' #'and yet you don't make a total of more than two brain cells' #'and Anna has 1.5 of it' #just kidding she wouldn't say that it's just too funny to pass on jghfdgfhd #frozen #post frozen 2 #frozen 2 #elsamaren #kristanna #ryder #honeymaren #elsa #kristoff #ice bros #frozen 2 prompts #post frozen 2 prompts #frozen 2 drabbles #post frozen 2 drabbles

[fiftyshadesgrl]

I almost do part 8

Part 7 here

Masterlist here

Tag list is open!

Part 8

Jason's pov

A week, it's been a week that she's been here in the hospital, a week that's she's been here in ICU and on a ventilator. The last scan she had of her brain they said the swelling was less but still a concern, they still hadn't woke her up. I stayed by her bedside day and night, the nurses and other staff gave up trying to make me leave after the third day as long as I would step out when they asked me to to allow them to sponge bath her and change her bandages. Something I happily agreed to as long as I didn't have to leave the hospital.

Doctor Reed walked in just as I was finishing brushing out y/n's hair. "Mr. Momoa, how are we today?"

I shook his outstretched hand, "I'd be better I she would wake up."

He nodded, "of course, well we need to take her for another CT scan to see if the swelling has receded any. If not we may have to do surgery to relieve the pressure that's on her brain. The longer her brain is under strain the greater the risk is there will be damage."

"She seems better today. Even though she hasn't moved, spoke or woke up for that matter. I can just...feel it ya know. Like her soul." I say smiling in her direction and I wasn't exaggerating, for the past couple of days the sense that she is getting better has just got stronger.

"I've seen miracles before, so I don't doubt that she will make a full recovery." He patted me on the shoulder as two nurses came and and began to make preparations to take her to have her scan. I held her hand as they wheeled her bed down the hallway I've become all to familiar with until we got to radiation area. I gave her hand a kiss and then watched until the doors closed and I couldnt see her anymore. "As you know it'll take us about 30 to 45 minutes to do the scan. So take some time to yourself alright."

I nodded and made my way to the cafeteria to grab something to eat, after I had gotten my food I took the Styrofoam container out to my truck to eat and call Chuck. I felt bad leaving him and all that work at that garage but y/n was my first priority.

I dialed his cell phone and placed it on speaker, laying the phone down on my dashboard I dug into the sandwhich that I got from the cafeteria. Chuck answered on the fourth ring, "hey son, any changes?"

I swallowed the mouthful of sandwhich I had been chewing, "they're doing another scan to see if the swelling in her brain is less. I'll know more after the results."

"She still not awake?"

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, "not yet, just a precaution remember."

He sighed on the other end, "right."

He yelled at someone in the background and I heard some clanging around. "Hows everything going there? Any news on your end?"

"The police found my car, two towns over. Son of a bitch totaled it." He growled.

"Do they know where he is?" I growled in return. Just the thought of Luke made me see red and my thoughts went to some dark places.

"Not yet. They towed his vehicle from the hotel. I reckon they're searching it for evidence. Other than that he hasn't showed up here or anywhere." Chuck sighed, he sounded tired which I'm sure he is. "How you doin' son? You alright?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Just keep your eyes open okay, and be careful." We conversed for the remainder of the time it took me to finish my lunch and then I headed back inside to see if they were done with y/n.

She wasnt in her room yet, so I decided to shower and change into some of the clean clothes that Chuck had dropped off for me earlier this week. I walked into the en suite bathroom attached to y/n's room, undressed and started the shower. I stepped under the hot spray, as I stood there the exhaustion from the past week hit me in full force. My muscles ached, my bones felt like jello and my mind was clouded with so much that I could barely keep my eyes open.

I stood there under the spray for what seemed like forever just thinking of y/n and how I wished I could change everything that had happened so she would be okay. I heard a door open to her room and the nurses talking along with squeaking of the wheels of her bed. I washed my hair and body quickly then shut off the water. "I'm just finishing up, be out in a minute." The nurse told me to take my time that y/n was alright and not to worry.

I chuckled at that because all I have done over the past week was worry. I dressed quickly, towel dried my hair and walked out into the room, it was just me and y/n in here now. I used her brush to brush out the snags in my hair then proceeded to tie it up in a messy bun.

I smiled at the memory of when we were younger, y/n always called it a honey bun.

'Why do you call it a honey bun?' I laughed as she sat straddling my legs at the kitchen table, she playfully swatted my bun back and forth while giggling.

'Because you're my honey and you wear your gorgeous hair in a bun all the time. So you are my honey bun.'  I roll my eyes as she focuses back on my eyes. "Plus you are super sweet, sometimes sticky and you melt in my mouth."

She whispered the last part against my lips, her words sending shivers through my body and fire directly to my cock. My hands traveled down to her ass, I cupped her cheeks and harshly pulled her closer to me.

I heard her moan as she bit her lower lip, my erection rubbing against her. I pushed her backward a little then pulled her forward, watching her pupils dilate as she was grinding on my cock.

Her left hand gripped the hair at the nape of my neck while her right hand gripped my shoulder. My hand traveled from her ass cheek around to her thigh, giving it a slight but firm squeeze, 'I know something sweeter than a honey bun.'  I said watching her, my goddess, my love.

She was grinding against me now on her own, her breathing became rapid, she was close. 'Whats that?' She asked breathless.

'You.' I whispered against her lips as I pushed my fingers inside her panties and into her wet pussy. She gasped and let out a deep moan that struck my cock like lightning. God I could watch her like this forever. Her movements got faster as I felt her walls squeeze my fingers, 'come on baby. Come for me.'  My words were all she needed to be thrown over the edge of orgasm. Her hips jerked and rode my fingers as I felt her juices coat my fingers, she slumped against my shoulder her breath fanning against my neck.

I pulled my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth, she lifted her head and watched as I sucked them clean. I hummed  at the sweet taste of her that I will never get tired of. 'Hmm, sweeter than a honey bun.' 

"Mr. Momoa." The doctors words pulled me from my daydream, he walked in smiling. "We got the results back and the swelling is almost completely gone." My heart leaped into my throat and I was smiling like the Cheshire cat. "We plan on reducing the sedation tomorrow if nothing she continues to make good progress. She should be awake in the next couple of days and we will begin weaning her from the ventilator as well starting tomorrow."

I breathed a sigh of relief, tears pooling in my eyes as I slumped back in my chair. "Doc, I don't know what to say. Thank you."

He smiled, "she still has a long way to go but I think she has overcome the worst of it." I nodded and he clapped me on the shoulder, "maybe you'll be able to relax now and get some rest yourself."

"Thanks doc, but I'm fine." He checks the lines and monitors again before he exits the room. I couldnt help but chuckle, I grab her hand and place kisses all over the back of it. "I knew it. I knew you would pull through. You're gonna be okay."

@missamberv @an-unhealthy-obsession @vicmc624 @tftumblin @justanotherwinchester @jesseswartzwelder @holylulusworld @fangirl199812 @emerloveskate

#jason momoa #jasonmomoa #jason momoa smut

[yoonpobs]

know your worth | myg | m

pairing: min yoongi x oc (ft. maknae line and an unsuspecting joon)

genre: fluff, SMUT

warnings: jealous yoongi, smut, penetrative sex, fingering, dom!yoongi

words: 9, 610

summary: happy birthday yoongi

"You could always offer something else," Jimin whispers conspiratorially.

You raise an eyebrow, chopsticks stopping halfway as you reach for your vegetables, piqued by Jimin's suggestion.

"And that is ...?" You pry.

Jimin shrugs his shoulders, a slight smirk on his lips as his eyes narrow at you when he leans forward with a suggestive look on your face.

You still looked as clueless as ever, and Jimin wants to pat your head and tell you that you were far too pure for this world because ... well, a lot of things flew past you. Even after you and Yoongi crossed the lines of more than just trainer and trainee, you were still the sharp yet sweet girl that lived life simply.

"What else can a man and a woman do together?" He hints at you, voice still low.

Your brows furrow when you shove another bite into your mouth and chew, pondering his question before you decide that you weren't sure.

"You know going on dates is difficult here," You sigh, "The council is always popping by for inspections and you know how Yoongi gets when his superiors are here."

Jimin snorts, stealing a bao from your plate.

"Yoongi has a sword up his ass half the time. You need to loosen him up—if you catch my drift." He winks.

You huff, folding your arms across your chest, wondering why on earth was Jimin speaking in riddles around you as if you weren't close enough to discuss any matter. You always thought of Jimin as a brother to you, even if you were older than him—he often pampered you and took care of you on days where your body was weary.

"Will you just tell me what you mean? Enough of this talking in circles." You frown.

He pats your head and you want to bite his arm off like an animal, but that would probably just get him to tell on you to Yoongi. Even if your relationship had escalated, Yoongi is Yoongi. Stern, professional and truly—uptight.

"Oh dear _____," He sighs, leaning his cheek against his palm as he stares at you, "Have you not had any experience with men before you arrived at the temple?"

You glare at him when he snickers at your abashed expression, cheeks reddening at his bluntness.

"I-I never had the time. And men weren't interesting from where I was," You mumble.

"More like you have a type," He points out.

You scoff and take the last bite of your meal before pushing the plate forward, more curious about Jimin's observation for the day.

"I don't. I like people based on atmosphere,"

Jimin scoffs like he doesn't believe you, and as if he knew how to read you better than yourself. But Jimin had always been very observant and he would say that he was right on people-reading ninety percent of the time.

"You, my friend, like being bossed around. You like men who are mean to you." Jimin snickers like a child as you gape at him, appalled at his suggestion, "Men back in town were far too polite. You like the assertive man who knows how to put you in your place."

You burn brightly when he laughs harder at your mortified face.

"I-I do not!" You vehemently deny, but the stutter in your voice only causes Jimin to sigh tauntingly.

"_____, Min Yoongi is mean as mean can get—don't get me wrong—he's a fundamentally good person but that man has no idea how to be nice to people. It's like his default method of social interaction is to insult people or scare people off with his face" Jimin says pointedly, "And you are one of the sadistic folks that like that."

You pout, sulking as you lean into your seat.

"He's nice to me ..." You mumble.

Jimin gives you a knowing look.

"Occasionally. But you like it when he's a little mean, don't you _____?" He smiles devilishly.

"Who's mean?" Jungkook slides into the seat next to you, whining at the both of you when he sees that you've eaten without him.

"Yoongi," Taehyung answers even if he's just joined the conversation.

"Oh. Totally. Did I tell you guys he told me I looked like wore the same underwear for a week?" Jungkook nods.

You look at your friends blandly, then shoot Jimin a glare as if to tell him he's started all of this.

"Jungkook. You do wear the same underwear for a week ..." Taehyung adds dryly.

You wince at the new set of information as Jungkook just shrugs nonchalantly as if he hadn't just exposed himself into being the poster-child of a boy.

"Why are we even talking about whether or not my boyfriend is mean or not?" You snap.

Taehyung's brows shoot up to his hairline as he shoots you a teasing smirk.

"Oh, are we on the boyfriend-girlfriend stage now?"

You hate the fact that you turn red at any moment where they opt to tease you, but the reminder just makes your heart flutter every time you think of Yoongi.

"Not really—I mean ... you know Yoongi," You parrot for the millionth time, "He doesn't really—he doesn't do things like that."

Jimin purses his lips.

"Aish. This hyung is really emotionally constipated."

Taehyung and Jungkook nod in agreement but all you do is brood further.

After the night that you and Yoongi took things ... further ... he never really explicitly said anything about where the two of you stood. In fact, you didn't expect him to either. Yoongi was a take-no-shits kind of person and he didn't fall into the trap of mediocrity. The way he expressed his affection was far different from the average individual and you saw that.

You knew that him holding you close that night to say that he believed in you was his way of showing you that he wanted you.

The secret and desperate kisses that you share from time to time when people weren't looking was also another method of his to show you that he was in this.

But sometimes you needed a little reassurance.

"_____, you need to be a little more proactive, which—" He looks up as if he remembered something, "—brings us back to the beginning of our conversation. You need to have sex with him."

Your eyes bulge out of your sockets as you begin choking on your own spit at the explicitness of his words. Even Taehyung and Jungkook are caught off-guard but Jimin simply looks like he's asked you about the weather forecast.

"How did you even come to that conclusion?!" You cry.

"Don't look at me like that! You said it yourself it was hard to go on dates here. Just fuck him in your private chambers and have him claim you with your magical pus—"

"I will literally slaughter you if you finish that sentence," You warn Jimin.

He puts his hands up in defense as he shrugs his shoulders.

"I mean, he's not wrong ..." Taehyung adds in.

"Of course you'd say that! The two of you are half a brain cell combined." You complain.

When you look over to Jungkook, the tips of his ears are red and you're as mortified as he is, but you've always known Jungkook to be a little shier than his hyungs.

"I mean you've kissed and stuff right? Over the clothes action?" Jimin gestures to his crotch area when he speaks of the activities that you and Yoongi have engaged in as you cover your face with your hands.

"Oh my God! How is that any of your business?" You shriek.

"You're complaining to me about the fact that you don't know what to get Yoongi for his birthday! The moment you came to me for advice is when this became my business!" Jimin retorts back, as loud as you were.

You were sure some of the maids were eyeing your bunch oddly but didn't pay too much mind because the four of you were the rambunctious types. Debatably, you only got dragged into their antics because you carried more authority in the temple than they did, and they came to you for help causing mischief.

"So, have you?" Taehyung pries for his friend.

You look away with flushed cheeks.

"We've kissed and stuff. He's like ..." You shudder, remembering his hands on you, "... maybe some light petting? I guess? That's it."

The fact that you've admitted that to your friends just makes you want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

"Wow. You really are a saint," Jungkook whistles and you feel a little betrayed that he's beginning to take Jimin and Taehyung's side.

"Shut up. It's not like you're any different," You snap, feeling your face get hotter when the men just snicker, “Besides … it’s not like I haven’t … tried … it’s just that I think Yoongi has this idea in his head that I need petals and roses and candles for my first time.”

You clamp your mouth shut in embarrassment, mortified that you’ve revealed too much. But your friends just blink at you, unmoved.

“Have you ever just … asked him? Or told him what you’re into?” Taehyung asks slowly.

You sigh deeply, “It’s not that easy … I have tried but he’s just so—gentle.”

Jungkook snickers and Taehyung thwarts him over his head as you glare at him.

“What? Do you want him to be rough or …?” Jimin raises an eyebrow.

You blush as you cover your face with your hands.

“Why are we talking about this.” You whine.

Taehyung scoffs, “Look. What better way to have this conversation if not with men themselves?”

You pin him with an unimpressed look before exhaling.

“It’s just … awkward …” You mumble.

“Noona, we’re not going to judge you for being a virgin. We were all virgins at one point.” Jungkook says.

Your eyes widen as you gape at him.

“You—?”

"Oh Noona," Jungkook pats your head, "I'm not as innocent as you think I am."

His hyungs snicker as you tilt your head in confusion, but decide to ask him about it to preserve the image of your friend in your head to be one of his purity. The three of them were handsome, and if you were any younger and if you lacked coherence, you would probably find yourself swooning over them as some of the temple ladies have as well.

"Look, _____," Jimin says, "It's not like Yoongi is gonna hate you if you be a little more forward. Trust me. He's just too conservative to actually do anything on his own. He probably wants to blow your back out."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Blow my back out ...?"

Taehyung snorts.

"Did you forget that _____ has been cooped up in this temple for months?"

Jimin opens his mouth to say ah as if he remembered that he had more freedom compared to you in returning to town to meet with the townsfolk, occasionally learning new slang with every visit.

"Doesn't matter—but—Yoongi is into you. I know hyung well enough to see his resolve slowly crumbling. All you need to do is take the first step. What better birthday present than the classical birthday sex?" Jimin shrugs.

You bite your lips as you mull over his words, considering his proposition even though you were terrified of embarrassing yourself in front of Yoongi.

"H-How do I do that?" You ask meekly.

Jimin smirks, and you can see the devil horns appear on the sides of his head.

"Yoongi looks calm and composed but ... there's always been a flaw of his that he doesn't show often," He giggles under a low breath, earning nods from both Taehyung and Jungkook.

"And that is?" You ask slowly.

“Envy.”

“So you want me to manipulate him into having sex with me by making him jealous …” You deadpan.

Jimin snorts.

“God, why do you word it like that? It’s not manipulation if Yoongi wants to do it regardless of the context. All he needs is a little push and you’ll have him destroying your uterus.”

You burn harder and hit Jimin’s arm so hard that he whines and clutches his arm, shooting you a vehement glare before Taehyung steps in with a grin.

“And we’ve got just the plan.”

"This is dumb. He won't react. He knows that you're like my little brother," You frown at Jungkook, as the two other men only rolled their eyes at your doubt.

"He will. It isn't rare knowledge to know that Jungkook had the fattest crush on you when you first came." Taehyung exposes his younger friend who's eyes only widen as you gape at him, information being unveiled to you.

"You did?" You ask in disbelief.

"Look. It lasted like—a day." Jungkook hastily defends himself, glaring at Taehyung.

Jimin shrugs his shoulders as he looks over yours to keep an eye out for Yoongi.

"Try a month, kid." Jimin snorts, "He used to drop tiger lilies by your door every night."

You gape at him in realisation.

"So that's where they came from ..."

Jungkook huffs, ears turning red as he quickly attempts to deflect the attention away from him.

"Okay, the point is: Yoongi knew too, which is why he wouldn't take so kindly to see his girl with Jungkookie," Taehyung reminds you.

You sigh.

"Not his girl ..." You mutter.

"Yada, yada," Jimin mocks, "I know you're your own person and stuff but like ... theoretically speaking, you aren't his girl ... yet."

You purse your lips, about to retort until Jimin shoves you and Jungkook aside, causing you to stumble into his chest with an oof as he catches you by the waist.

"Dude—!"

"Hyung. There you are!" Taehyung calls out cheerily, as Jungkook keeps his hold on you, blinking down at your confused face.

Only when do you turn your head do you see Yoongi walking over to the four of you, robes flowing behind him as he walks.

No matter how many times you're greeted with Yoongi's presence, it's like he takes your breath away every single time. His black hair is tousled across his forehead, with the occasional wind blowing strands of hair away. The deep-navy satin of his robe looks elegant, and you know that it's a precious fabric that comes with his experience.

His sword is tucked away in his belt as per usual as he nods his head to greet your friends, then his gaze is set on you.

More specifically, the way Jungkook is holding you by the waist.

"Careful." Is all he says.

You know it comes from a good place, Yoongi opting to be kind in his own way. That night with his sweet words was a unique experience for you both, and you still hear words of encouragement from time to time, but Yoongi was unalterably himself in a way that he knew how to make you feel wanted with more than just the number of words he says.

"Yeah," You say breathlessly, thanking Jungkook as you tug away from him.

You see Taehyung behind Yoongi, gesturing for you to grab Jungkook's arm to link it around yours.

"Thank you Kookie," You hum, albeit a little awkward, but enough to have Yoongi raising his eyebrow when you pat his head and caress his cheek.

"... I see you're enjoying your break," Yoongi acknowledges all of you instead of your tiny action towards Jungkook and you scrunch your eyebrows at the lack of care.

Jimin doesn't look too bothered, but instead, he uses his mischievous mind to plant another seed into Yoongi's.

"It's been good, hyung," He smiles but you see the mirth behind it, "Jungkook's been teaching ______ calligraphy."

Your eyes widen when Yoongi looks over at you, eyes momentarily darting to the way you're still clutching at Jungkook's robes.

“Um. Yeah," You choke awkwardly and Taehyung nearly facepalms himself at how bad you were at this.

"Jungkook's really good. I'm glad he's the one teaching me," You smile softly at Jungkook.

He returns your smile with a grin of his own, enjoying the way you're cuddled up against his arm. Even if this was all a show, he still had a soft lingering spot for you.

"Anything for my Noona, right?"

You're caught off-guard, and the blush on your cheeks is a genuine reaction when he smiles cheekily at you.

You roll your eyes at shove at his shoulder, but instead, he takes an opportunity to wrap an arm around your shoulder to tug your shoulder.

"She's a natural, hyung. Didn't even need much help," He taunts Yoongi.

Yoongi's face is still as impassive as ever as if he were speaking to his colleagues on town matters rather than his friends and unofficial 'girlfriend'.

"That's ... nice," He hums, eyeing you over once again.

He was never fond of too much affection in front of your friends, to the point where the dynamic between the five of you still remained pretty much the same before the night happened. The only difference was the knowledge of your feelings for Yoongi, and his apparent ones to you.

"By the way, Noona ..." Jungkook says, causing all your heads to turn to him.

You tilt your head, wondering what he wanted to say.

"These are for you." He smiles cheekily, handing over something from behind his back that you didn't catch earlier.

"Oh?" You receive the gift, and the flowers sit prettily in your grasp as Jungkook smiles down at you, looking more like a man by the second.

Where did he even get these?

"Remember the tiger lilies?" He teases.

You scoff but blush anyways, thanking Jungkook as you sniff at them, sighing at the pleasant fragrance.

"Looks like his crush is back ..." Taehyung mutters, and you know he's baiting Yoongi.

Yoongi simply purses his lips and rakes his eye across Jungkook before nodding curtly, bowing his head to excuse himself.

"Very well, then. Enjoy the rest of the day." Is all he leaves you with before he stalks off in the other direction.

You gape, displeased with the fact that Yoongi had shown little to no reaction to Jungkook's obvious flirting with you.

You sigh dejectedly, plopping to sit on the stoned floor, cradling your chin in your hands.

"It didn't work," You mutter, feeling all the more childish.

Taehyung snorts, patting your head as he sits next to you.

"Oh trust me, it worked. That was Yoongi mad,"

Jimin and Jungkook nod in agreement, and you're slightly baffled to see even Jungkook agreeing with him.

"What? He barely moved an inch. That's how he's always been." You tell them.

Jimin rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"I'm pretty sure he was thinking of a million different ways to detach Jungkook's limbs from his body so he'd never be able to lay a hand on you ever again," Jimin says out loud.

Even Jungkook flushes, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry about the flowers, ______," He mutters, "I thought it would do the trick."

You smile softly at him as you pat his head.

"It's okay Jungkook. I needed some life in my room anyways,"

Jungkook sees what Yoongi sees in you.

"Well that was phase one so ..." Jimin clasps his hands together as you raise an eyebrow.

"There's more ...?"

Taehyung snorts, "Of course there's more. Consistency is key _______."

You sigh, pushing yourself up as you head towards the ladies.

"You guys continue scheming, but I need to head to the bathroom,"

"Freshen up for your night with him, will you?" Taehyung calls over, and you flip him off with your finger.

.

The three men have surrendered themselves to work, apologising that they couldn't help you carry out your plan of making Yoongi jealous.

You laughed it off, waving them goodbye when they pouted at you. You weren't upset, realising that it was childish for you to do so in the first place.

You're sitting by the pavilion, admiring the fresh bloom of flowers as Spring nears when you hear a swoosh of feet by your ears as you turn your head to be greeted with—

"Hi, I'm sorry to disturb but I was just wandering around the grounds," You bow your head at the greeting of the stranger, a man who wears a robe similar to Yoongi as you stand up, offering him a small smile.

"Hello! And you are ...?" You trail off, awaiting his introduction.

He smiles bashfully at you as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Ah, my apologies. My name is Namjoon. I'm one of the new trainers here?" He finishes up with a question as your eyes widen.

"Oh! You're Kim-ssi?"

You've heard Yoongi mention to you once or twice that he would be needing an assistant with the influx of swordsmen coming to this particular temple to be trained, especially since his priority was training you—he needed the extra help.

Namjoon, or Kim-ssi, was extremely tall. He basically towered over you, and you think he's even taller than Taehyung. He's all limbs and stature, but you can tell that he's strong—his physique only further proving that he was fit to be a trainer, to be hired under the same roof as Yoongi.

He nods his head as he looks you over—in a way that was like he was admiring you, and not particularly distasteful.

“And may you be ______-ssi?” He asks slowly.

You nod your head at him and give him a kind smile.

“Yes, I am. I’m surprised you knew who I was.” You joke lightly.

Namjoon breaks into a dimpled grin before nodding his head, eager to continue the conversation.

“I’ve heard many things about you, especially your sword-wielding skills and the fact you are the first woman to be selected as the chosen one.” Namjoon informs you, “I must say that I was thoroughly impressed. I’ve seen your practices be replicated and it is highly complex.”

You bow your head in gratitude as you find your ears heating up at the praise.

“Thank you, Namjoon-ssi. That means a lot to me.”

“And you are much more beautiful in person, _______-ssi," He breathes.

Your eyes widen, hands falling limp as you bow your head in embarrassment at the sudden compliment.

Even though he practically towers over you, and is large in stature as well—he seems like a very genuine person, with pure intentions when he complimented you.

You also notice how handsome he is, dimples indenting his cheeks when he grins at you and eyes that scream comfort.

"O-Oh, thank you Namjoon-ssi," You mumble.

He offers you a genuine smile as you awkwardly fiddle with your thumbs, a lot more flustered with the sudden interaction.

"I was just exploring the grounds before I start tomorrow. Thought I familiarise myself first, right?" He chuckles a deep rumbling through his chest.

You look up at him brightly.

"The temple is truly beautiful. My favourite place is this pavilion," You gesture to the space you were in.

His head follows your hands as he takes in the place with his mouth open in awe.

"It is. Do you mind if I accompany you?" He asks.

You nod your head, patting the spot next to where you were sat previously.

"Of course—"

"_______-ssi."

A voice breaks you out of your interaction with Namjoon as you turn your head to spot Yoongi standing behind you, arms tucked behind his back as he levels a firm stare on both of your figures.

Namjoon reacts before you do, standing to his feet and bowing ninety-degrees to Yoongi, who only keeps his expression vacant.

"Min-nim, it's nice to see you here." He bows hastily.

Yoongi doesn't pay you any mind when he simply hums in acknowledgement at his greeting.

The oddly cold exterior doesn't slip past you as you raise an eyebrow at him, attempting to get his attention when you fold your arms across your chest.

"I see you've met ______-ssi," Yoongi says curtly.

The honorific and lack of familiarity in his voice doesn't slip past you as you narrow your eyes to him, wondering what he was playing at.

"I have. She was kind enough to allow me to accompany her by the pavilion." Namjoon smiles.

Yoongi clicks his tongue, taking a step towards you as he observes the view of the garden that lays within the pavilion.

"Kind indeed ..." Yoongi says.

You huff.

"She is truly as beautiful as the town folks have said," Namjoon admires shyly once again when he looks you over.

A blush reappears on your cheeks, and even under the dim lighting, Yoongi can see the tint on the apple of your cheeks.

His eyes harden when Namjoon looks at you with pure fondness.

"And so they have." Yoongi clips.

"Maybe even more ..." Namjoon adds shyly.

You smile, appreciating his generosity and honesty.

Yoongi, on the other hand, only hardens his jaw when he sees the way Namjoon's eyes basically twinkle when you shoot a stunning smile at him, probably captivated by your beauty that was far more than just your appearance—but your reputation.

"Thank you Namjoon-ssi," You bow, hair falling by your face.

Namjoon notices, and as the gentlemen, he is—he reaches out to tuck it behind your ear.

But Yoongi's hand reaches out to stop him before he can reach you.

Namjoon's eyes widen at the sudden grip on his wrist, glancing over at Yoongi who still has an expression of nothingness on his face. Even you're shocked at Yoongi's blatant act of prevention.

"I believe that the council would like to meet you, Namjoon-ssi."

Yoongi sounds oddly collected for a man who has a tight grip on Namjoon's wrist. Namjoon looks between the two of you, and it was as if the atmosphere breezed past him, he knew exactly why Yoongi acted the way he did.

"O-Of course Min-nim." He quickly bows, bidding farewell before he scurries off—unable to meet your eyes when Yoongi presses his stare until his figure disappears.

You glare at Yoongi with your arms folded across your chest.

"Why did you scare him like that?" You scold.

Yoongi doesn't say anything but keeps his gaze focused on the garden.

"I did no such thing."

You scoff, stomping towards him until you're right by his side, willing him to look at you.

"Namjoon was being nice," You huff petulantly.

Yoongi simply side-eyes you for a brief second before he brings his sword to his front.

"Was Jungkook being nice too?"

So he noticed?

Your eyes widen when he casually brings up the younger boy as you splutter for a response.

"What? Of course! Jungkook's always been nice to me." You frown.

Yoongi hums, still uncharacteristically quiet for when the two of you were alone. Especially after the shift in your relationship.

"He has a crush on you," He deadpans, eyes focused on you now.

You roll your eyes.

"Had, Yoongi. He has a kind heart," You reason with him.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at your statement.

"So you knew about his crush, then? The tiger lilies?" He pries.

You furrow your eyebrows at his questions.

"Yeah?" You say, confused, "I thought it was really sweet."

He tongues the inside of his cheek the way you found unreasonably attractive as you attempt to focus on the conversation rather than what Yoongi was making you feel.

"Sweet. Huh."

You sigh, pulling at Yoongi's robe so he'd properly look at you, even if you were inches shorter than he was.

You're about to speak, but Yoongi interrupts you.

"What about Namjoon?" He prompts.

You blink at him.

"... what about him?" You furrow your brows.

Yoongi has the ability to master his stoic expression given any context, and it's slightly unnerving how hard it is to read what exactly he's getting at when there isn't an inch of emotion on his pale face.

"Is he sweet?"

You snort.

"You've met him, right?" You joke, "He called me beautiful from the moment we met."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

"And how did that make you feel?"

You tilt your head to the side when you see Yoongi's eyes harden a little. But you allude it to the dark of the night approaches.

"Flattered? I mean—he isn't too bad on the eyes either." You tease, only meaning it to be a light quip.

But then Yoongi tugs you into his chest, hand wrapping tightly around your waist as he uses his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him.

Your eyes widen as you place your hands on Yoongi's chest, attempting to place some distance at the sudden proximity.

"Do you want him to be your trainer then?" He asks, voice low.

Your breath hitches when his finger twirls the stray hand of hair from your face, fingers then proceeding to trail down your jaw as you attempt to think of an answer.

"I-I ... I mean if he must."

Yoongi's grip on your waist tightens.

"It's a yes or a no, _______." His tone warning when he leans closer to your face.

"Y-Yoongi ... people can see." You chuckle nervously, hands resting on his chest but making no real effort to push him away.

He ignores you and squeezes your chin between his thumb and index finger.

"Hm. So you're okay with Jungkook's hand on your waist as you coo at him while the maids walk past but not me just checking on my apprentice?"

You glare at him while his grip remains tight on your chin.

"Oh, I guess I'm back to just an apprentice, huh? That's better than ______-ssi," You say, indignation laced in your voice.

He doesn't respond, but you see his eyes trail over your face as if taking in the slope of your nose, the pores on your skin and the way your eyelash flutters with every blink of your eyes.

“So is that a yes or no, ______."

You sigh.

"Of course not," You frown, "I ... I like you training me."

He purses his lips, nose brushing against yours as you're as captivated by him as he seemed to be with you.

"You're such a silly girl." He sighs.

You gape at him when he releases your chin, turning his back to you.

You tug on his robe, attempting to get his attention as you wriggle against his back.

"What—why?" You cry.

His back is warm against you when you lean your chin against his shoulder blades.

"You don't see it, don't you?" He hums.

You whine, pulling at his sleeves so at least he'd look at you when he spoke to you.

"Yoongi!" You huff.

He sighs, turning around, eyes still dark.

"The way those men look at you." He growls, demeanour suddenly shifting to a much more ... animalistic one.

Your eyes widen when he tugs your body to his again, pushing you up against the pillar by the pavilion.

"What—"

Your words are cut short when he nuzzles his nose into your neck, mouth biting at your skin that causes you to gasp, melting into his embrace.

"Do you know how tempting you are?" He snarls into your neck.

Your knees are weak as his hot breath fans against the nape of your neck that makes you hold onto his shoulders for support.

"I'm not ..." You weakly mumble, eyes blown out when you look down at Yoongi's black mop of hair in the space between your collarbones and your jaw.

He chuckles darkly.

"Namjoon looked absolutely taken with you. Like he wanted to make you his. Like he doesn't know that you train under me," He spits as if the idea disgusted him.

Your eyes soften, loosely wrapping your fingers around Yoongi's hair.

"But you—"

"Shut up." He snaps, tugging at the ribbon that keeps your robe and bottom half modest.

Your eyes widen at where his hands swerve too but don't make any effort to stop him.

"Even Jungkook," He hisses, hand rubbing tight circles against your thigh.

This was the most forward Yoongi has been, both in public and in private and you're revelling in his touch. You don't dare to ask where this is going, but the way his hands drift upwards between your thighs tell you enough.

"That brat looked at you with stars in his eyes as if his hyung wasn't right there."

"Jungkook is—"

"Sweet. I heard you the first time, ______." He snaps back.

His hand is occupied between your thighs but never reaching far enough to satiate the head in your lower region.

You feel the fabric of your underwear turn uncomfortable, the wetness undoubtedly pooling between your thighs with the way Yoongi is treating you.

"It took everything in me to not rip his limbs off."

Jimin was right. You wanted to laugh, but there was nothing funny about the way Yoongi looks at you with carnal desire.

"I-I'm ..." You stutter, when he spreads your thighs, hooking his own thigh between your own so you'd have some form of support.

"What?" He snaps, noticing the way your hair is sprawled across your face. His hand sweeps it away, but his eyes are still stressed on your flushed cheeks.

You can't seem to get the words out, especially when Yoongi's looking at you like that, his strong thigh between your legs as the thin fabric of your pants left little to imagine of how he feels against your clit.

You gasp, when Yoongi grabs your hips to grind you against his thigh, the silky yet rough texture of his pants brushing up against your throbbing bud. You can feel your wetness seeping through your pants, and potentially staining his.

He smirks at your open mouth as you try to level out your gasps, your own hips acting at their own accord.

"Bet Namjoon and Jungkook would kill to see you like this." He boasts.

A hand reaches to your chin to snap your head firmly enough to look at him.

You whine when he squeezes your cheeks mockingly, tensing his thigh as he hisses—your wetness sopping through both fabrics.

"Noooo." You whine, voice turning into a moan.

"Exactly," He snarls, sucking a mark onto your neck so roughly that it causes you to push up against him.

"Only I get you like this, right? This is for my eyes only?" Yoongi spits, his hands busy with groping up and down your body, hand reaching to your slacks until he moves his thigh away, hands replacing them.

The moment his hand cups your mound, you gasp, feeling the way how his big hand covers it entirely.

"This pussy gets wet for only me, right?" He prompts you with a growl.

You nod your head, voice failing you, afraid of revealing your activities to the temple's maids that stayed at nearby quarters.

The feeling is foreign but definitely not unwelcome. Yoongi had a way of navigating his way with your body that made you fall limp in his arms, eager to wait for his next moves.

Yoongi's hand expertly slips inside the waistband of your pants as his knuckle presses against your clit directly, causing more wetness to pool out.

You hear his curse under your breath, and you're not far off when you clutch his hair as his head rests against your neck to continuously suckle marks as a symbol of his desire.

"I've barely done anything and you're this wet?" He taunts and you burn at the way he looks up at you after what seems like a long time, his lips curling into a smirk and eyes blown out with his primitive wants.

Your lips are swollen even though he's yet to connect his lips to your own, purely because you've been biting on them so hard as you await Yoongi's next moves.

You've heard fellow peers speak of their experiences with the temple's men, saying that if done correctly, fingers is all it took for them to wash over in pleasure.

The way Yoongi navigates his thumb between the fabric of your panties to the throb of your clit is done perfectly, and you almost turn sour to think of his past lovers that he's touched so intimately.

You're distracted when he presses down firmly on your clit, wetness lubricating his digits that cause delicious pleasure to bloom in your core.

"F-Fuck," You whimper.

He smirks as his other hand that was used to hold you up against the pillar, yanking your robe open to be greeted with your bra. You flush, feeling all the more exposed against the cool air as the tugs your cups down, mouth latching immediately onto your nipple.

"Y-Yoongi—ah—" You gasp when he focuses kitten licks to your nipple, while the rest of his other hand tugs your panties aside to glide his fingers along your slit.

The feeling is overwhelming, both as his hot mouth seems determined to leave bruises on your breasts, as well as his other hand teasingly prods your quivering hole that only seems to release endless streams of your honeyed essence.

"You're a sight to behold," He exhales, breath caught against your breast.

You can't respond because you're too captivated when you see his hand in your pants, firmly pressed against your core in suspense for more. Yoongi's eyes harden as he bites down on your breast, causing you to let out a cry far too loud for your liking.

Your eyes widen as you clamp your mouth shut, attempting to labour your breathing.

"Do you want to get caught, hm? Is that why you can't keep that mouth of yours shut?" He growls, mouth licking a stripe up your neck—to your chest until he's whispering the words against your mouth.

"F-Fingers, Yoongi," You mewl.

He envelopes your mouth with his, tongue immediately making a home in your mouth as you whine against his lips, sounds of pleasure getting swallowed by his tongue.

"Do you think you're in the position to be making demands?" He snaps, pulling away as you chase his mouth, whining when you miss the contact.

You whimper, shaking your head; absolutely loving the way Yoongi is treating you.

Jimin's words ring in your head momentarily, but you're interrupted yet again with the way Yoongi slips a finger in.

Your mouth opens in a gasp, finally feeling his long digit enter you.

You're wet enough that your pussy welcomes the intrusion with even more lubrication, and his finger becomes familiar with your heat as if you've done this a million times before.

"This okay?" He whispers softly against your cheek, snapping out of his persona for a moment to check on you.

You nod fondly, eyes soft as you respond with an equally soft yes.

With your consent, he's then knuckle-deep into your pussy, finger curling up, wiggling to find the spot that would—

"Fuck!" You squeal, unable to keep your voice down.

He smirks when he prods the pad of his finger against the spongey spot in you.

"There?" He huffs, slipping another finger in and expertly finding the same spot.

You rapidly nod your head, mewls of pleasure escaping past your lips when he begins to thrust his fingers in-and-out of your pussy, wetness squelching as the proof of your pleasure and desire.

"Y-You're in so d-deep—" You wail.

His palm is snapping against your clit, putting just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back into your head. Yoongi is absolutely ruthless when he pounds into your pussy, fingers hooking up deliciously to a spot that makes pleasure explode.

He shoves his fingers impossibly deeper, so deep until—

"Y-Yoongi!" He's at a place where you never knew existed, not that you experimented enough to know but deep enough for you to make a sound that you've never heard come out from you.

Even Yoongi's eyes widen, eyes hardening along with his cock against his pants. He's been hard the moment the night escalated, but he's sure he's going to use your face, the visual along with your moans as the star of all his masturbation sessions.

"P-P-Please!" You wail, "Stay there—oh my God Yoongi—you're so d-deep—fuck—you're so good—to m-me—"

For the first time, your hands reach out to clasp his hand right into the position that he's settled against your pleasurable spot, as your whimpers get louder and your legs shake next to your hands.

Yoongi is so fucking hard that it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. So, he just looks out you, his own breathing laboured as he admires the way beads of sweat drop down the side of your head. Your cheeks are beyond flushed and eyes shut tight, as if you couldn't believe the pleasure you were feeling.

It's because you truly couldn't.

You've always wanted to take a step further with Yoongi, but too timid to ever do anything about it. But the way he's hooking his fingers up, pressed tightly against your spot makes you lose all rationale. You almost forget that you were out in public, the pavilion open enough for anyone to walk past and know exactly what's going on.

You're grinding yourself against the palm of his hand as you will yourself to take his fingers deeper.

The coil is unfamiliar but so so welcomed as you feel your hole clench erratically at how good he's making you feel.

Yoongi betrays you for a moment and goes against your words to stay still because your face is absolutely stunning under the moonlight, and all he wants is to see you unravel; quite literally in the palm of his hand.

He begins finger-fucking you with rapid snaps of his wrist with a vigour you only see in his sword-training sessions, and the calloused palm of the man who spent years wielding the sword is proven delirious against your pussy.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? My pretty girl?"

The term of endearment falls from his lips and you think that's the first time he's called you anything but your name or alluded to the fact that you were his.

The thought itself is what sets you free from the coil in your stomach, pussy clenching tightly against his fingers as he rubs rough circles against your clit with his thumb to prolong your orgasm.

"F-Fuuuck," You drawl, becoming lose-lipped as you gasp for air, squelching still echoing as he fucks you through the orgasm, "Y-You're so—good to me ..." You mumble, coming down from your high.

You've stained your robes with sweat and your release, and you feel absolutely satiated when he pulls out of you.

You've never seen Yoongi look anything less than composed, so when he brings the fingers that were drenched with your arousal and cum to his mouth to suck on it, you already feel your pussy flutter back to life.

"You taste so fucking go—"

You cut him off by throwing yourself onto him, lips locking with his even as you taste yourself on his tongue.

You thought after an orgasm that you'd have enough, but there was something about Yoongi sucking your essence into your mouth without any hesitation that made you want to make him feel good too.

Your hand cups him through his slacks, groaning into his mouth when you feel how hard he feels against your palm—big under your small hand.

"_______ you don't—"

You bite his lip in retaliation, squeezing his cock in your hand and rubbing your thumb across his slit as you feel his pre-cum leak out of his tip.

"Fuck ..." He hisses when you lick into his mouth, unbothered at the fact that you taste yourself on your tongue.

Yoongi reaches his hand to the back of your neck to bring you closer, all while tugging your hips to meet his own.

"Wanna suck your cock," You pant.

Yoongi's unbelievably hard that he actually thinks his dick is going to fall off.

Seeing you with your salacious expression of pure, unadulterated lust shocks him all while pleasing him, knowing that he's able to evoke this type of effect on you.

While your mouth was collateral on its own, never missing a remark or to remind him that you were unafraid of his stereotypically terrifying persona—you were real. Soft and honest when your eyes allowed him to get a glimpse of the woman he's learned to ... the word so real and scary in his mind, but his heart speaks for him, while his actions paint the picture.

"_____ ..." He pulls away, biting his lip at your fucked out expression.

You whine, pressing your hips tighter against his while he hisses at the contact of your wet folds against the outline of his cock.

"Call me yours," You ask, wide eyes looking up at him.

Yoongi fingers stop at your hips when he looks at you—properly that is—your eyes begging him with the plead you've uttered. He likes you like this. Hot for him, a little desperate.

"Hm?" He feigns disinterest as you whine at him, clutching at his robes.

"P-Please Yoongi—just wanna be yours," You whimper.

"Do you ______? What about Namjoon? Jungkook?" He taunts, eyes locked on yours.

You shake your head vigorously.

"N-No! Y-Yours, Yoongi."

And his, you were.

He leans in to kiss you, much gentler than previously but still full of desire—a mark against the flesh to claim yours as his.

"My pretty girl?" He questions and you whine so loudly that his eyes blow out in shock.

"Yours—I'm yours, Yoongi."

He growls, hooking your leg around his waist as he grinds against your centre; causing you to mewl in pleasure at the friction.

"You can have my cock in your mouth another time, okay?" He whispers against your cheek and your pussy clenches at the prospect of another time.

You nod your head, looking up at him with obedient eyes.

"Wanna fuck you so bad ..." He caresses your cheek as your eyes widen, a grin teasing your lips.

"P-Please," You pant.

"But you deserve a proper first time, hm?"

You weren't one for social constructs and you didn't care where Yoongi first had you, even as your first—all you wanted was him and you'd have him anywhere, anytime he'd have you.

“Fuck I don’t care—just—fuck me—p-please …“ You whisper.

He observes your features for any sign of hesitation but finds none, only desire.

“You sure? Because once my cock comes home I’m never letting you go.” He whispers like it’s a threat but you’re only more turned on.

“T-This pussy—yours,” You gasp and Yoongi groans at your crude words, “I-I don’t care—just want you—only you.”

Yoongi feels the need to kiss you so he does. He kisses you hard and deep like he’s mapping every inch of your mouth while you whimper into his own. When he releases you, he feels his heart and stomach clench in desire.

The moment Yoongi brings his cock out as your eyes follow his line of vision, you feel like you could cum just by the visual alone.

He's huge.

It's as if his overwhelming aura was every aspect of him, from his stature to his walk and to his cock. The tip was leaking with pre-cum, an ooze that makes your mouth water and pussy clench for more. You've never seen a penis up close—but it's rough and delicate, but like Yoongi—and you decide you need him—soon.

"Fuck me—p-please,” You beg, breath hitching.

He aligns the tip of his cockhead against your quivering hole, and you release more wetness just at the thought of him fucking you out here—where your moans accompany the moonlight and his heavy breathing.

"Relax for me." He hums, pushing in ever so slowly.

The tip is the largest part of his cock, but you push through as you welcome the stretch. You didn't fight with swords day and night just to tap out now, not when Yoongi looks at you like you're the only thing that matters.

With every inch that he enters you, you feel yourself feeling fuller and fuller.

If his fingers felt overwhelming, his cock was the greatest gift bestowed upon you. You felt like you were on cloud nine, especially when he bottoms out, hips flushed against yours as he pushes the remainder of his length in.

"You see that?" He grips your chin so you'd look at him, "Look at how your pussy sucks up my cock."

You wail, hitching your hips up to chase friction and you whine when you feel his cock nudge every corner of your wet heat.

He hisses, other hand tightening against your hip as a warning.

"M-Move—please," You're extra polite because all you want to do is fall apart on his cock.

Yoongi doesn't drag it out any further when he pulls out just so the tip remains, and slams into you with a brutal force that quite literally knocks the wind out of you.

He's rough with his thrusts, never faltering when he hikes your leg higher up his waist so he'd be able to angle his cock against the spot that makes your heart accelerate, and legs shake.

He shows the stamina he's developed over the years as a sword-master with the way he's locking his hips with precision and keeping his eyes on yours the entire time—observing every scrunch of your face along with the breathy gasps that escape your mouth.

At a particularly hard thrust that he stills for a moment, ensuring his cock is rubbing against that spot deliciously—you scream, back arching into his chest as he swallows your wails of pleasure with his mouth.

"What would people say if the noble _____ fucking herself on her sword-trainers cock like this? Hm?" Yoongi spits and when he points it out only do you realise you're moving your hips at a rapid pace, unaware of how they move in their own accord.

You can't keep your mouth shut nor can you respond because Yoongi is fucking you so good, and even with the brutal force of his hips he's able to hold you up with the strength of his arm. You feel the muscles of his bicep flex against you because he has his arm wrapped around your body so tightly, tits flushed against his chest.

You have the sudden urge to reach out to him and hold his head close, a contrast to the dirtiness of your actions.

Yoongi leans into your touch even as he fucks you to the brink of your release, his hips beginning to stutter as you look at him with dazed eyes.

"So pretty like this.” He grunts.

You feel a sense of pride to know that you're what it took to get Yoongi—the man who has everyone on their toes—like this. Feral, giving in to his animalistic desires as he reaches out for your warmth.

"M' gonna cum," You gasp when he pulls your hips down to meet his last thrust.

“Where do you want my cum, pretty?”

"A-Anywhere!" You choke on your breath when you feel your orgasm hit you all at once, your body falling limp in his embrace as his arms keep you up.

You feel Yoongi's cock twitch inside of you until he's releasing gushes of his hot cum into your walls. He cums so much that you feel him slowly slipping out of your heat as it trickles down your thighs.

The two of you attempt to catch your breath as he still keeps a firm grip on your body; knowing your knees would give out if he weren't there to help you. Your hand is still gentle on his cheek as you brush the matted hair away from his forehead, offering him a dopey smile.

Yoongi leans into you, capturing your lips into a soft kiss, one that wasn't rushed nor expected to lead anywhere.

The two of you bask in each other's presence for a few more moments, until you realise that you're still very much in public with Yoongi's cum spilling out of you, a hair breadths away from staining the floor.

"Yoongi—your cum," You hiss.

Yoongi looks down and smirks, appreciating the view and only is disrupted when you thwack him on the head. He helps you pull up your undergarments, even as you wince through the discomfort as he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you on your feet.

“You seemed to like it a lot.”

Your ears burn as you glare at him, but it lacks any real anger when he chuckles at your reaction.

"I think the real conversation here is about your jealousy issues," You retort petulantly.

You see Yoongi's lips purse as he narrows his eyes at you.

"I don't like sharing what's mine."

Your heart stutters even though Yoongi doesn't look at you directly when he says so, his facade returning but you see his heart above anything else.

“Am I, Yoongi? You never asked." You shrug your shoulders.

He tongues the inside of his cheek, absorbing your words without responding for a few seconds as you wrap the robe tightly around your abdomen, cold air sending shivers down your spine.

"Would you ..." He clears his throat, and you don't think you've ever seen Yoongi look anything but assured. So, to see him with flushed ears and nervous eyes make your heart grow fonder.

"Would I ...?" You bite your lip, offering a teasing smile up at him.

He huffs, wrapping an arm around your waist as he brings your head to lay on his chest.

"Don't look at me like that," He snaps.

You giggle, clutching his robes when you feel and hear his heart beating against his chest.

"Why not?" You provoke him even further.

His grip around your waist is still tight as if he's afraid you'd slip away.

But who would tell Yoongi that you were always his?

"I don't want you to look at me when I ask," He tells you, fingers tapping your hips.

"Ask what Yoongi?"

You continue prompting him because you find it adorable how a man like him who has people quivering in fear and doesn't give most people the time of his day is so nervous on asking you a question with an obvious answer.

"Would you ... would you like that?" He coughs.

You raise an eyebrow as you look up at him, chin resting on his chest when your eyes fill with deviance.

"I like a lot of things Yoongi—you have to be more specific."

He still avoids your eyes and grunts, squeezing your hip when you continue to tease him.

"Would you want to ... bewithme?" He rushes his words.

Your eyes gleam when you lean forward, face close to his.

"Could you repeat that—?"

You yelp when he places his large hands on your cheeks, finally looking at you with earnest.

"I'm really bad at this so please don't do this to me.” He snaps.

You giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I really like you, Yoongi."

You think this is the first time you've explicitly told him how you've felt for him, and you can tell he's shocked when the words leave your lips.

"I was yours since you told me you believed in me." You whisper, lips grazing against his.

He swallows as you smile softly at him.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," He confesses, "You're the only person that I look forward to seeing and ... when I saw Jungkook and Namjoon."

He shuts his eyes as your lips twitch, a giggle bubbling in your throat.

"I really want you to be mine," He sighs.

You nod your head, pecking him on the nose as you nuzzle your head into his broad chest, feeling the way it moves up and down with every breath that he takes.

"Happy birthday to you then," You smile cheekily.

He fondly grazes your cheeks, holding you unbelievably closer.

"Happy birthday indeed." He sighs, and you can feel the smile on his face when he kisses your forehead.

extra scene

"Happy birthday hyung!" Jungkook greets Yoongi the moment he steps out of his chambers in a large hug.

Yoongi grunts at the force, as he notices Jimin and Taehyung following behind him with a bowl of seaweed soup in celebration.

"Thanks, kid," Yoongi mumbles.

"How're you spending your birthday?" Taehyung asks when he settles the bowl on the table in front of his room.

Yoongi bows his head slightly thank the younger man as he shrugs.

"Same old. I have a session with _____ later and I need to assign Kim-ssi to his students."

“Bo-ring. Why don’t you ever do anything fun?” Jimin scoffs, “What did _____ get you for your birthday?”

The older man stutters for a second when he recollects the night you shared out on the pavilion and more after the two of you returned to his chambers in tangled limbs.

“She wished me,” Yoongi says curtly.

Jimin tries to spot any sign of unsureness but Yoongi was a hard book to read.

"Speaking of, where is ______? Shouldn't she at least be celebrating—"

Speak of the devil and she shall be summoned.

"Yoongi where are your—"

You step out of Yoongi's chambers, draped with his luxurious robe, chest slightly exposed enough to see the marks Yoongi littered on your chest after he took you back to his private chambers.

You freeze when you see three pairs of wide eyes staring back at you as you yelp, tugging the robe shut across your chest as your cheeks redden.

The only thing you hear when Yoongi tugs you closer to him by your hand and greets you with a kiss is:

"Hope the gift was good, hyung!” Jungkook cheers.

"You're not off the hook yet, brat."

#bts imagines #bts fluff #bts smut #bts fics #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi fluff #yoongi imagine #daechwita #swordsman!yoongi

[jishyucks]

Eight Count ‣ lmh

‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, hogwarts!au, I think it's a slow burn

‣ wc: 10.8k

‣ summary: "There's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners

‣ an: I'm sosososo sorry @ whoever requested this bc of how long it took. I didn't mean for it to be so long but it kept going and uni is to blame bc all of the work :(( but anyways enjoy !!

i.

You feel the beat of your heart quicken as you maneuver through the maze of corridors that you had begun to approach. Time was ticking. The first classes of the day had already started about half an hour ago, and here you were, racing down the stone hallways, tardy and a bit dazed.

It had only been a mere five minutes since you had woken up in the dormitories in pure panic, the realization that everyone had left and you were still cuddled up against one of the pillows in your bed driving you to act quick. You could accuse your housemates of not even bothering to check if you were alive, but you soon decided to place the blame on your body's restlessness and inability to go to sleep when you wished. You wouldn't call it insomnia, but your sleeping patterns weren't normal either.

Approaching the dance room with a quiet sigh of relief, you tug at the wooden door and peek in, hoping that you weren't barging in at such a humiliating time.

Scattered around the rather room, students were paired in twos. Each couple's bodies had been facing each other, hands sitting awkwardly in the other's while their faces were turned towards the dance instructors, Professor Shin and Professor Na. By the look on Professor Shin's face, it was evident that she was about to continue speaking, but the door swinging open had caught her attention.

"Ahh Y/N, nice of you to finally join us," she clasped her hands in genuine excitement, passion towards dance obviously bubbling up inside of her.

You grinned crudely and bowed your head, "W-what should I do, Professor?" Spotting your best friend Felix within the group of students, he tried his best to send you a look of 'we were supposed to be partners'. You shot him an apologetic expression back before turning your attention back to both professors.

After a brief pause in thought, Professor Na's face lit up, "Ah yes! Lee Minho lacks a partner as of now!" Following the eyes of your teacher, they brought your line of sight to the far corner of the room where Minho had been sitting. At the mention of his name, he raised his head to see that everyone had been gaping back at him in what seemed like total silence.

A sharp intake of air through your nose had replicated a gasp, eyes growing wide, "P-pardon?" Out of all the boys in the class, an amount you couldn't keep track of with your fingers, you had to end up with Lee Minho? The human embodiment of a wet sock?

Minho was… unbearable, to say the least. It wasn't that he had done something for you to hate him, which made you seem like a bad person, but in all honesty, your guys' personalities didn't seem to match. He was too arrogant, in your opinion. He has this energy that he carries that really didn't sit well with you, and by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. It was as if you both ended up on the opposite bc end of everything.

It really doesn't help that you're a Hufflepuff, and he's a Slytherin. For some unknown reason, they always loved teasing the people from your house, though Hufflepuffs chose not to return their actions.

"Mr. Lee is the only student remaining with no partner."

You gulped and slowly approached him, only because your professors had motioned you over to him. If you could protest, you would, but what was holding you back was the attention given by the entire class and the teacher's who seemed too excited for their own good.

Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, eyes lighting up in wrongly-fueled happiness. He hopped from the upper bench and down across from you. You blinked back at him dryly, maintaining calm yet trying to speak to him with your eyes.

Crossing his arms, he leaned forward and smirked, "Why the bitter face? You should relish in your luck for ending up with me."

"Stop talking, dead cells are coming out of your mouth… Luck my as–"

"Now! That everyone has a partner, I'd like you all to stick with these individuals until these classes are finished," Professor Shin had announced. It was quickly followed by groans and whining from many of your classmates. Though you hated your partner and wished you had arrived earlier and paired with Felix, you stood quiet, isolating the anger within your chest.

"And before we begin once again," Professor Na added, "I'd like to point out that this is still a class. We will be holding a class particularly focused on evaluation and your grade will be heavily based on participation over the length of this course." Once again, a chorus of grumbles had flooded the room.

You hear Minho curse under his breath, only because he was now two steps too far into your bubble, "This is utter bullshit."

This time it was your turn to taunt, "Why? Are you scared or something? Can't dance? Can't keep up with everyone?"

Narrowing his eyes, he scoffs, "Oh, shut your mouth, bumblebee. Just wait and see."

ii.

"Get up!" Felix tugged at your arm, voice sounding louder than it actually was. When you hadn't shifted at all in your bed, he sighed and tugged once more, "Y/N!"

"Wha– Felix you're not allowed in here!" You kicked at your blanket and sat up.

"We need to get to dance class," he clicked his tongue, "Let's go~"

"I really don't want to go," you whined, "I'd rather fail a class than hold hands with Lee Minho for an hour and a half." Felix dragged you out of your bed to see that you were already dressed in your robe, only your yellow and black tie had been carelessly tied.

"Wait, did you not change out your clothes from yesterday?" Felix jumped back in exaggeration, alarmed and slightly grossed out. His nose scrunched while he judged you through his eyes.

You glared at him and scoff, "Of course I did, you idiot. And don't act like you haven't done that." You take this as your victory as it was true, Felix had gone two days without changing, and it was a bit nasty considering all the places he's gone to in a day.

This time it was his turn to glare at you, "You shut your mouth! Now let's leave before Snape sees us roaming the halls once class starts."

Minho winced slightly, trying not to let your feet ruin the simple waltz routine that the class had finally run through, "If you step on my foot one more time, I'm shoving yours up your arse." His teeth were gritted in frustration, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.

"Then stop stepping on my feet," you muttered back, hoping that no one else, especially the professors, were hearing you two bicker.

It had only been about two lessons into the class and that amount of times that Minho had purposefully disrupted the routine… as if it were good, to begin with.

The two of you found it difficult to fall in sync with each other. It was always either going too fast or too slow, someone making an 'accidental' mistake, and Minho's favourite, holding your hand and hip with a tight and stubborn grip. It wasn't evident whether he was doing it on purpose, either, but you had pointed it out plenty of times, and he never seemed to loosen them.

"I'm not stepping on them," he pushed you back a little too early in the dance, causing you to stumble on your own feet. This caught the attention of those around you, though they carried on almost immediately after.

"Tell that to my bruised toe," you argued back.

As if you were being blessed, the music had finally come to an end. You promptly retracting your arms and to your body and taking a step back from Minho. He had done the same, going an extra mile to turn away from you and to the professors.

"Perfect! Perfect!" Professor Na's face lit up from excitement, "Now that we have learned this simple routine, next class we are moving on to one of the actual dances done in the Yule Ball as tradition. I hope you all are excited as I am!" Very few students had taken time to let out a "whoop" while everyone else, including you, chose to retrieve their books at the seats.

Felix approached you with a pitiful smile. He already knew what you were going to say, patting your back gently, "So how was it?"

Exhausted, you just shook your head and shrugged. Being partners with Minho honestly had been completely draining for you, mentally and physically, which was unusual as you could often live through such situations without feeling the need to scream.

"What else do you think?"

Felix nodded apologetically and puffed out his cheeks, "Is it as bad as the potions exam we had in fourth year?" He shuddered subtly and led you out of the classroom. Just thinking about that exam made Felix want to claw at his brain. If there was a way to take a particular memory and make it disappear from the chamber of long term memories, he would. Maybe then he'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep.

"Yes," you replied simply. The test was equally as horrible for you, but a test didn't force you to 'create chemistry' with a certain Slytherin.

"You're lying… can't be that bad," Felix laughed lightly.

"Easy for you to say," you sighed.

From behind, you feel someone bump your shoulder and pass by you, "Oops," he snickered, walking backwards to watch your reaction. The only thing he was missing was popcorn.

You turned to see Minho and rolled your eyes, "Ha-Ha, you're so funny, Lee Minho." Such a childish joke and you guys were almost leaving Hogwarts.

Though your reply had been dripping in sarcasm, Minho's wit had dodged it entirely, "Well thank you very much," he bowed, more like a manly curtsy, before he ran off, leaving Felix slightly puzzled at what just happened.

"Don't you see how much of a dingbat he is? He constantly chooses to pick on me just to get a reaction out of me," you utter, "He should be glad I was raised to be patient, if not I'd be hexing him like the world was near its end."

"I see a pattern," Felix hummed. The expression on his face looked as if he had come to an incredible epiphany.

Making a face, you click your tongue, "What do you even mean by that?" What pattern? Green, white, green, white? Minho and his constant need to be the crow to your crops?

Felix patted your head, "You're slow sometimes, you know that right?" He puffed his cheeks up and raised his brows as he looked down at you as if you were a kid.

"Can you just spit it out?" you narrowed your eyes at him before you physically pried his hand off your head.

"Minho does all of that just to get a reaction out of you," Felix presses his lips into a thin line, slowly forming a smile.

Finally arriving at the next classroom, you groaned, "You basically repeated what I said earlier…"

"If you didn't know this already, boys love getting attention from someone they are attracted to," Felix plopped into his seat. You followed right after, "I should know… I'm a boy."

You almost laugh at the tone of his voice. The confidence and the look he gave you to emphasize his statement; was all too funny, "So what you're saying is… Lee Minho has a – and god forbid– crush on me?" Felix nods like a young child, with eyes wide and a tight-lipped smile.

"Bollocks," You burst out laughing, "Felix, I love you, don't get me wrong, but you've never said anything more rubbish in the years I've known you."

"The chances are never zero," Felix put his index finger as if he were saying it in 'a matter of fact'.

You lean forward and sit your chin at your folded forearms. You eyed the teacher as she made her way into the room, "You're right there, Lix, but there's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." You locked that statement in, feeling your words and emotions contradict.

Right?

iii.

"And then Y/N had the audacity to step on my foot," Minho kicked at the bench across from him, frustration released after what seemed to Seungmin was years of ranting. He didn't mind though, in years of being in the same house as him, he learned how to block him out yet still know what was going on when Minho asked for some sort of reply.

Minho tapped the end of his pencil against his textbook, eyes drifting off elsewhere in the grand hall. Students were clumped at their respective tables, studying for whatever class they had. Minho was trying to do the same, but his state of mind was not in the mood. But he was trying, he was pushing himself, that's what mattered in his opinion.

Turning his attention to Seungmin, who was seated next to him, he jumped, seeing that Seungmin's eyes were wide and directed at him, "What the hell!?"

"What?" Seungmin shifted back forward, facing his own books. In a sense, the scene was hysterical. He acted as if he hadn't done anything wrong or out of the ordinary, but Minho still tried to push an explanation out of him through looks.

"What do you mean what? Why were you looking at me like that?" Minho put his pencil down and closed his book on it.

"I was trying to see something," the boy shrugged and got back to his own work.

Again, Minho furrowed his brows at Seungmin's lack of detail in his response. What in the world was he even trying to do? "Trying to see what? If you don't answer me properly–"

"Okay! Okay!" Seungmin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning looks from other wizards in the room, "You know that saying that if you're in love, you start to glow?"

"No? What type of nonsense are you saying?" Minho scoffed, "Love? Are you sick or something?" Roughly, Minho brought the back of his hand to Seungmin's forehead, which Seungmin had thrown off almost right away.

"You've been talking about Y/N this entire period, you haven't stopped until moments ago," wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin whispered his reply to Minho, making sure no one would be able to hear him this time.

Minho's face had contorted into one of disgust and confusion, "And?" Where was Seungmin even going with this? He was just relieving stress. It's not that deep.

"My point is that they're the only thing you've been talking about lately," Seungmin scribbles his pen at the top of his paper to get it to work, "Even if I start the conversation, it somehow just shifts to Y/N. Normally I'd be mad, but since you're in love, I'll let it pass."

"In love?" Minho's jaw dropped, a mixture of emotions swimming around inside of him, "In love!?" Trying to find words to perfectly reflect what he was saying, he fails, shoving Seungmin off the bench. Actions spoke louder than words, right?

Seungmin smirked and chuckled, unfazed, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He gets up, dusting his robe off before sitting back down, "It's because I'm right, aren't I?"

Minho gulps, "Will you quit it? You're…"

"I'm…?"

"You're confusing me. Quit it," Minho huffs, gathering all his things as he was planning to return to the dormitories. This was a different way of playing with emotions. There was a zero per cent chance that he liked you, or worse, loved you. That word was way too strong, dangerous like amortentia.

"I take that as a yes!" Seungmin stood his ground, just letting out a genuine laugh.

Minho held a finger up at Seungmin, who still laughed, unbothered. He didn't like you. And if he did, it wasn't wrong to do so. It was an ordinary mortal thing to have feelings. But that didn't matter right now because he didn't like you, not even a tiny crush.

But that slight state of unfamiliar panic in his heart says otherwise.

iv.

The muscles in your arm were aching from the horrible fact that Minho had been purposefully letting his arm go limp while he was holding your hand, which somehow led to you holding up his arm with your arm. You frowned at him, tempted to let your arm fall in the middle of the routine.

"Can you actually put in some effort?" you whispered through gritted teeth. Squeezing Minnho's hand, you directed a look of annoyance that only returned with an amused look. Underneath his robe, you could tell he had been intentionally dragging his feet, causing the both of you to slowly hold those partnerships behind you up.

"I'm not wasting energy on this," he shrugs quietly, "It's ridiculous."

"What don't you find ridiculous?" you rolled your eyes, "You Slytherins and the lack of interest in anything but yourselves. Where's the excitement in that?" No, you didn't want to generalize the entire Slytherin population, especially since you had family members from that house, but you knew exactly how to rev up Minho's engine. Just by the way his face twisted, you knew damn well you hit the right spot.

"Shut your mouth before I spin you a little too hard…" he said a little bit louder, "I don't find it ridiculous, I just find that us being partners is ridiculous… who in this entire school would want to be partners with you?" Before you could even reply, he had caught you, "That's not from your house."

"Jokes on you, I know plenty of people who would be partners with me," you scoffed, and it was true. There was Jisung who had somehow been sorted into Gryffindor, Hyunjin and their seniors, Bang Chan and Changbin. And there was Jeongin, who was a Ravenclaw. You could list a handful more, but that's beside the point.

"Silence is deadly," he stifled a laugh which had driven you to 'accidentally' stumble over your own feet. This caused him to stumble himself, only he wasn't prepared for it, "I'm blaming you for ending up being my partner. I was hoping someone else would've entered the room. But no, it had to be you."

"You're blaming me? For this?" You shake your head out of disbelief, not noticing that your voice had gone louder. You were catching the attention of those around you and the professors at the front of the room, "You could have found a partner you wanted in the first place but you probably decided to stay back and wait for someone to go up to you. No one wanted to be partners with you, which is why you ended up alone in the first place."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed, eyes almost on fire at what you had just said, "You know what?!"

Before he had been able to continue the banter, Professor Shin had cleared her throat. The glares that they both were sending your way had caused the both of you to stop with the squabbling, "Y/N, Minho, I know we've never talked to the two of you about your constant bickering, but it is simply interrupting the atmosphere of my classroom."

Taken aback, the both of you had stumbled over each other's feet, falling to the ground and causing a domino effect among the rest of the students.

Flustered, you turn to Minho, "That was all your fault, Lee Minho." You huffed and attempted to get up, failing once you noticed that Minho was practically lying on your leg.

"Oh be quiet," he rolled his eyes and dusted himself off, "That was all you! You and your two left feet." The rest of the room was silent, regardless of the incident. All ears and eyes were on the 'love birds,' not entirely sure whether or not they should blame you both on what had just happened.

Sliding out from underneath him, you scoffed, "Don't speak so highly of yourself, Minho."

Minho cackled, "Highly? Of myself?!"

"Stop this instant!" Professor Na had finally mustered up the courage to intervene, anger bubbling in his stomach, "Enough!" The two professors began helping the students up, scolding both of you as they did.

"Five points deducted from your respective houses," Professor Shin said sharply, "And you both are now in charge of polishing the floor every Friday for the following three weeks."

"But professor–"

Minho was cut off, "That, or ten points off for your houses…" And without another word, you both chose to polish the floors after all classes were done for the day.

Day one of polishing the floors was practically the most difficult. Not only did the professors restrict using magic to finish the chore, but the overall idea of doing something alongside Minho aggravated you, which was why you hated dancing with him so much. The comments he'd make, the taunting looks he'd give you, the jokes that were obviously uncalled for, they all were honestly bringing you to the point of near insanity.

At first, both of you had decided to start off on the same side, almost the same corner. But the moment you noticed Minho constantly glancing your way in the corner of your eye, you decided against it, "How about I start at that end."

"Whatever floats your boat," he mumbles, "I don't care."

The tone in his voice hadn't matched yours, which you assumed was polite enough not to spark some type of that energy in him, but it did.

"Whatever," you make your way to the other end, sliding your robe off on the way. You let it hang off one of the benches, making sure it wasn't touching the floor. You rolled up your sleeves and started polishing the further end of the room, a bit relieved that Minho wasn't hovering anywhere within your line of sight. It was better that way.

The second day, you were hoping that you could get through a period of cleaning without hearing Minho's ungodly voice. He had been moving back and forth from one corner to the other, feet squeaking seemingly endlessly against the floor. You wished that the volume of the music could be turned up louder.

"I'm doing more than you are," Minho pointed out. You turned to find that he was standing in the middle of the room, hair messy and beads of sweat lining his hairline. His collar was out of place, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just as yours were. Did he, for some reason, look attractive, or was it the lack of light in the room? Probably the latter.

"What do you mean you're doing more than I am?" you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "I'm doing the same amount of work as you." And you were, but you were working just a bit slower than he was. He had probably sped through his area with the idea that the sooner you both finished, the sooner you were able to leave.

"Just hurry up," he groaned. Minho dragged his feet over to a lone stool, pushing it against the wall before plopping into it. The music continued to play, drowning out the shuffle noises of his feet.

"No," you replied, keeping your speed consistent. It wasn't like you wanted to stay longer. It was the fact that Minho couldn't leave until you were finished that was making you act this way. Maybe if he did his job well, he wouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.

Tile by tile, you continued to carry out the chore given to you, not paying mind to the pair of eyes that were burning holes into your back. You ensured that the areas you had worked on were basically spotless, reflection or not, you assumed that shiny meant clean.

Minho had been humming along to the somewhat catchy tune, foot tapping to pass the precious time he believed you were wasting. Nonetheless, he leaned back and sighed, hoping you could finish in time, so he had time to nap before dinner.

"Why do they even need classes for dancing?" He sighed out. At first, you weren't quite sure if he was speaking to you or if he was just thinking out loud, "I feel like we'd be fine either way…" You turn to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you down.

"I mean it's going to look nice at the Yule Ball,"

You replied.

"Yeah but not everyone's going… it's a waste of time," Minho had a point, yet you still found it somewhat amusing that the school would want to organize such things.

"I don't see why you don't just skip class if you find it a waste of time," you moved onto another spot and sighed, "No one's stopping you."

"Yeah but who'd be your partner then?"

Not knowing how to react to his question, you keep quiet. Minho decided not to follow up on the problem, thinking that he had said something out of the ordinary.

The sun had reached the horizon when you finished your portion of the room. You stood up to stretch, hearing the joints of your knees and back pop out of exhaustion. It was satisfying to see the difference between the used, scruffy floor and the clean, polished floor.

"Okay Lee Minho I'm finished," without taking a glance at the boy, you made your way over to the record player. You lifted the needle off and picked the record up, slipping it into its sleeve. It didn't occur to you that Minho hadn't shifted in the past thirty minutes, silence filling the room because you turned the music off.

"Minho?" Finally turning to him, you found him sleeping with his head sat back against the wall. His mouth was wide open, practically becoming a makeshift trap for bugs that happened to be flying around. The rest of his body was limp, legs spread out beneath him. It was surprising that he hadn't fallen off yet.

You walked up to his sleeping figure and laughed lightly, wishing you had a camera to capture this moment. It would've been great blackmail. Maybe then he'd start being nice to you. Naturally, your eyes followed the slope of his nose, then to the two front teeth that stuck out from underneath his top lip.

He had bunny-like features, and you didn't mean that in a wrong way. His face was still sculpted nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he was attractive.

"Done staring at me yet?"

You screamed and jumped back, pressing your hand up to your chest as if to calm you down. Looking back at Minho, you find that his eyes were still closed, yet a smirk had replaced his gaping mouth. The number of curse words that threatened to leave your mouth was countless, the embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. He finally lifted his head to look at you, eyes still a bit droopy from his nap.

"I-I wasn't staring at you," you denied, shaking your head a bit too aggressively, "Well I was… but because I was laughing at how foolish you just looked."

An offended look surfaced Minho's face, scowling at you as he stood, "I have this feeling that you're lying, bumblebee… Anyways, this is where I leave. Finally, after years." He shook his rolled-up sleeves so that the cuffs slid back to his wrists. You let him leave without another word from the two of you, still in a bit of shock at what just happened. You knew he was never going to let you forget that.

You slumped next to Felix as dinner was being served, an expression almost as heavy as your posture. He looked down at you, debating whether or not he should interrupt the mini montage you were probably playing through your head.

"I want to ask you how the cleaning today was but I think I already know just by looking at you," he stated, sliding a piece of roasted chicken your way, "Unless you do want to speak about it. Just eat and the day's over."

You gave him a grateful smile and gestured for him to eat too, eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually not tired from cleaning that stupid dance room, but it's just… this thing that happened. It was beyond embarrassing."

Felix snorts and stuffs his cheeks with food. His words came out muffled as he still chose to reply with a full mouth, "What happened this time?"

You glanced towards the Slytherin table, eyes scanning it quickly to get one quick look at Minho before you whispered, "Minho fell asleep waiting for me to finish cleaning. He looked idiotic as he did so I sorta just—how do I say this— stared at him? But it wasn't like I was admiring him, it was more like I didn't want that stupid look on his face to go away. It was amusing."

"And?"

"In the middle of that he went, 'are you done staring yet?' It was like he had a sixth sense or something," you muttered, "Now I feel like he's making fun of me."

"Doesn't he always make fun of you," Felix had yet again stuffed his mouth, so his words were still muffled, "Why does it matter this time?"

"It's different. It's not some useless situation… it was genuinely embarrassing," you poke the food before taking a bite of your own, "He's going to it against me, I already know."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll forget it sooner than you will."

"Hey remember when I caught you staring at me?" Minho's voice echoed faintly throughout the room. He stood up to stretch before he crouched back down.

"I never stared at you," you sneered, "And why are you talking about that as if it happened years ago. That was literally last week."

"That's long enough in my book," he retorted, "Good times." A small reminiscing type smile appearing on his lips.

"Can you not start? I sorta want today to be stress-free and you're literally ruining it," you roll your eyes and move onto the next tile on your side. Minho had decided to choose a different record to play today, one the professors had never played in class. It had been hidden behind all the other records being used, and it took Minho a good five minutes to rake through all of them just to get to it.

The songs were more upbeat than the waltz music you were forced to listen to, which was actually much more perfect for cleaning to. It made it a bit more bearable than the last two times you had to clean.

Minho didn't reply, though you didn't see how he switched glances between you and the mechanical polisher in hand. The track had shifted into a faster song, something that was easy to dance to. From where he stood, he could see your knitted eyebrows, eyes dropping from the slight fatigue blanketing over you after a long school day.

Upon awareness that his shoulders were slumped, he straightened himself and sighed. This week had indeed been a long week, and it was evident in some way in both of you. This was the last of the week's labour before he could go and relax while mindlessly saving his homework for Sunday.

The music had been tempting to let go earlier than he should for the week, the steady beat and the catchy melody filling the room.

Putting the polisher and the rag down, he took a few steps towards you, still contemplating whether he should do what he was thinking or not. He was unsure whether it was bizarre for him to pull such a thing. But you did say you wanted a stress-free day, so he thought he should switch up a bit.

He started moving his body to the rhythm of the music, head bobbing as it took over him naturally. It was easier dancing alone than with a partner, that's for sure, but he wanted to invite you.

"Y/N!" He was freestyling, arms flailing and legs bringing him across the room with a swift movement.

You sighed, "What now?" Turning to Minho, you find him in the middle of the dance room, doing what the room was made for. He had a foreign smile on his face, not the usual smirk you'd find him sporting.

"What the–"

"Join me!"

You went through several different emotions in seconds, confusion, amusement, joy, contemplation… how were you supposed to react to a goofy Minho?

"Join me!" He repeated. This time he approached you, hands out in invitation, "C'mon it's fun!"

"Minho, we have to finish this so we can leave, remember?" You tried to keep a stern look on your face, yet you couldn't hold back the smile that had been forcing itself out. Minho suited this look; It was happier and carefree. You didn't know that his eyes would light up when he smiled a somewhat gummy smile.

"I know, but let's take a break," being the impatient boy he was, he took hold of your hands and pulled you up. He led you in a dance that probably wasn't considered a partner dance. He just pushed your arms back and forth like those scenes in the movies.

"Minho!" You finally let out a laugh, feet unable to keep up with his. He was sidestepping left, then sidestepping right, then back and forth, all unplanned. You stumbled, letting out joyful laughter that was rare around Minho. He laughed along with you, eyes disappearing the bigger his smile got.

When your legs had gotten worn out from constant movement, you tripped over one of them, sending you and your dance partner to the ground. Instead of erupting anger that would have usually washed over you, fits of laughter fell in its place, echoing throughout the room.

Before you could ask if he was okay, you hear footsteps enter the room, a confused Professor Shin staring the both of you down, "What are you two doing?! This is not polishing the floors!" The exasperation changed the normal hue of her skin into a shade of crimson.

Quickly apologizing, you get up and return to your so-called 'stations,' not being able to say another word about what had just happened to each other.

You wouldn't admit it out loud, not in front of Minho at least… but that was the most fun you've had in weeks.

Little did you know, Minho felt the same way.

v.

There was a part of you who had gotten used to Minho's horrible dancing after two weeks of dancing classes. After what happened last week, there was a tiny sliver of toleration that had surfaced from both of you. It was mutual. But obviously, neither of you were going to admit it.

Though Minho was starting to get somewhat bearable, there were still days when he'd begin to act up, smirk pinned tightly on his lips while he mischievously pranced about in the dance room. Today was one of those days.

When Professor had slipped the record onto the play, dropping the needle onto the very edge and starting it, Minho had chosen to let his body go heavy, relying on you to haul him around like a giant, weighted ragdoll. You knew he wasn't tired, just judging by the look in his eyes.

"Give it up," you tugged him roughly in one direction, then again towards another, feet hardly following the steps the class was taught the past few weeks. If Minho let his body grow just a bit limper than it already was, his head would have fallen directly onto your shoulder. If you were being honest, you didn't want any attention from anyone else in the room, "Lee Minho, I'm not in the mood for this today, okay?"

Minho's ears perked at the foreign tone that had slipped from your lips, sensing that you were being serious. You would tell him to quit it most days, but never with that tone; It was no fun if you weren't fighting back. Sighing quietly, he had picked his body up and started to follow the eight-count that Professor Shin was practically yelling out.

This minor change didn't go unnoticed by you, feeling his body grow lighter just moments after you'd ask him to quit it. Did he just…?

Other students in the room were surprised that you two were going more than thirty seconds without arguing like a married couple. Many sets of eyes didn't bother leaving the both of you, watching what would happen next in the twist of events.

Minho's feet carried his body swiftly; for the first time, he was guiding you like he was supposed to, but his eyes were glued to his feet, not wanting it to become weird if he were to make accidental eye contact with you. He didn't like how quiet it was between the both of you. The music didn't even do its purpose by filling the silence.

"Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Minho asked awkwardly. He twirled you as part of the dance. He recognized that look on your face which was basically a wordless reply, "That was probably a dumb question." Shaking his head, Minho mentally slapped himself. Never in his life did he fail with words.

"Of course I'm going," you replied rather expressionless, "Why would I not?" You were almost as confused as earlier. Minho trying to make a civilized conversation. Who the fuck was this? It wasn't Minho.

He shrugs, "I don't know… I guess you have a date…?" Minho, what the fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut as if the stone floor would swallow him wholly to take him away from this situation.

As puzzled as you were, you still decided to keep the conversation as it was, "Nope… I think I'm just going with Felix for fun." You tried to keep your tone calm when really you were freaking out. The only thing was you had no idea why you were freaking out, "Y-you?" Facepalm.

"No one."

None of you chose to speak after, not knowing where the conversation was going. The song was slowly reaching the end, which you had wished came sooner. Minho's hands were growing sweaty, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe your hand off. It was getting hot in the room too. Your collar was growing tight, throat itching for water.

Minho's heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking, but it was probably because he was growing tired from the moving. He wondered if you could feel how sweaty his hands were getting. Embarrassing.

"Final counts!" Professor Na called out before the static of the record player replaced the music. The two of the professors had clapped in adoration, overlooking all the students in the room.

Professor Shin had a broad smile on her face, "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Best one so far!" She twirled in place, "Thank you everyone! The Yule ball is in two weeks so I am very pleased with the effort you all are putting into this class! Remember we still have the final class in which you are graded, which I'm sure you all will ace."

"I couldn't care less," Minho mumbled, only so you could hear.

You turn to him, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to express your slight frustration, "You know I'm your partner right?"

"Oh no~ really?," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "And?"

"And? I don't want to fail this class, even though I'm forced to dance with you," you stated, "So don't you fucking dare fail us both." That tone in your voice was evident once again, catching Minho off guard. The only reason that it had this effect on him was that he was so used to you choosing to fight back. It was like some sort of reminder that everyone around him was getting old, and soon all those around him were expected to be serious.

Nevertheless, Minho shrugs to annoy you, "Whatever."

Instead of answering, you eyed him once more. Your dancing just a few moments ago says otherwise.

You had practically sighed out the total capacity of your lungs as you hung onto Felix's arms on the way out the door.

"What are you sighing about?" He chuckled.

"You already know," you elbowed him.

Felix rolled his eyes and sang, "I saw you guys dancing earlier~."

You pushed him away gently, shock littering your face and posture, "What the bloody hell are you on about now, Lee?"

"You guys actually look cute together when you aren't babbling and all," he grinned innocently. Your heart had the audacity to skip a beat, startling you just as much as Felix did.

"Cute?" You scoffed, "First you said you think he liked me, now this? Are you his wingman or something? Are you trying to get me to like him?"

Felix skipped in his step, "I don't even talk to Minho, Y/N, don't be ridiculous… wait… did you basically just say you're starting to like him?" He gasped, hand slapping over his mouth, which had fallen in shock.

"No," you say flatly.

"Liar," Felix poked at your rib, "Liar. At least confess that you find him less bad."

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Felix."

When you had fallen out of Felix's line of sight, you let the corner of your mouths turn up slightly. He said we looked cute, you think, only followed by you flicking yourself in the temple.

-

"I thought you were staying here until it closed?" you frown at Felix, who started gathering his stuff. You both had planned on cramming everything in for a test the next day, but plans didn't go as planned when Felix was eager to go back to the dormitories to sleep until the morning.

"My eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if I don't go and sleep, Y/N," he pats your head as if he were talking to a young child, "You can stay if you want. I know how much you hate studying in the common room." He double-checks his area to ensure he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings before patting your head once more. He grins and turns towards the door of the library, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

"Felix ~" You called out quietly, only for him to wave with his back facing you. You sighed and slumped back in your chair, resting your arms on the handles. Libraries were so much better when you had company.

The words in the textbook were starting to turn into blobs of ink, and for a second, you were thinking about following in Felix's footsteps. After moments of consideration, you shook your head and sat up. You'll stay, even if it was against the will of your fatigue self that had been prompting you to leave. This was all your fault anyway. Procrastination was a cruel thing.

Hunching forward, you let your eyes trace over the words, trying to process the information. You rewrote the info you wished to remember carelessly. Your notes resembled chicken scratch, but at this point, you didn't care because it was simply supplementary to your studying. The sun was close to its horizon, and the library was close to empty. It was somewhat more motivating.

Slowly the information had started to get more interesting. It was easier to run through the key terms and ideas listed in the textbook, and you could feel the exhaustion simply leaving your body. I'll finish this one last chapter and then save the rest for lunch tomorrow.

Your focus on the book had hindered your peripheral vision that the presence of another wizard floating over your shoulder went unnoticed. It was only until they had sat down next to you when you finally noticed.

You jumped in your seat, eyes growing wide. You had luckily suppressed your scream with your hand, which you had, out of defense, swung forward, slapping the person in the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You don't sneak up on people like that, Minho," you rolled your eyes at the Slytherin, shifting away from him before turning your attention back towards the textbook. He scooches closer with intentions of irritating you, pushing his face towards your book, "What are you doing?"

You push him away and stick one of the thicker books between you both, "What does it look like?"

"Studying?"

"You're smarter than I thought, Lee Minho," sarcasm dripped from your voice as you glared at him. Attempting to continue with the final chapter, you miserably fail when Minho interrupts your concentration by tapping his fingers loudly against the wooden table.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you say numbly, voice muffled by your robe, "I was literally just sitting here and you decide to do this."

Minho shrugs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow, "I was bored, saw you, here I am, I'm here to stay."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that Minho decided to 'spend time with you upon seeing you. You had no idea whether to feel flattered or irritated, but you knew you were confused. He could've just gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to sit with his housemates, but he saw you and decided to sit with you.

Staring blankly at the bookshelves across from you, you huffed out the corner of your mouth, blowing a stray strand of hair by your cheek. You did say you wanted company. You just weren't sure if it was Minho's company that you wanted. Glancing down briefly at him, and looked back up to the bookshelves.

"Fine," you say after pondering about the idea.

Minho's ears perked up, raising his brows, "Fine?"

"Just don't be loud."

Minho's head tilts in confusion, though he still complies, sitting next to you patiently. You continued to read through the final chapter, which you had underestimated in length. The chapter was a good half a centimetre in thickness. Though it didn't seem as much at first glance, the pages were practically dipped in ink, words covering it from one corner to the other.

You could feel your eyes grow heavy as you delve deeper into the chapter. Your bed was calling for you, but there was no way you were going to give. Not until this chapter was finished.

The library had been silent except for the occasional click of the pen from the librarian's desk. You had been mentally counting down the number of pages left to skim over, eager to feel that feeling of satisfaction you usually get once you finish a task. It was the same feeling as crossing or checking off a chore on a to-do list.

Minho had settled his eyes on the centre of your book, keeping them steady even as you flipped the pages. He felt the lids of eyes gradually get heavier as each page went by, and by the time you shut the book in delight, he had fallen asleep.

"Again?" You furrowed your eyebrows, remembering the last time he had fallen asleep in your presence. You darted your eyes away from his dormant figure, not making that same mistake twice, "Minho, wake up."

He stirs right away, head rising from his arms. This time he says nothing, pushing himself off of the library's chair before stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to your side. He looked like a toddler, and it was admittedly adorable.

"Why didn't you just go straight to the dorms if you were tired," you snorted at his dumbassery. Some students still littered the halls even if curfew was nearing. Instead of parting from your side at the library's entrance, Minho stuck by your side.

"I wanted to spend time with you outside of class," he grumbles. He blinks at the long corridor in front of you two, eyes barely staying open from exhaustion.

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you tried to pick out if he was joking or not, but his tone screamed, 'I'm tired.' Any other emotion was hard to comb out, so you sighed and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile, "Sleep that cheesiness off, Lee Minho."

Minho continued to walk next to you, silent and confused about what you just had said. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was well aware of what he just said. Nonetheless, he subtly walked you to the kitchen corridor, parting ways with you with an uttered 'goodbye.'

vi.

Sitting against the stone wall, you watched the rest of the class carry out the dance routine, formation changes and all. You ran through it with them, only mentally as your partner was nowhere to be found, and the class was halfway done.

There were barely any classes left before the final graded run through, and Minho really thought it'd be funny to skip? You would have let it pass if you guys weren't the worst duo in the room, but you guys are the worst duo in the room, which made the situation different.

"Professor Na," You asked quietly, "Has Lee Minho been excused from today's class. Is he ill?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions, keeping in mind that people did have their own reasons. Maybe he had caught a cold or was doing a missed exam that was far more important than dancing.

"No word from Minho, Y/N," the professor hummed back.

You frowned and thanked him, turning back to the main dance floor, students moving in sync. Where was he?

Just as you had finished your train of thought, the door had swung open just like it probably did on the first day of class. Minho stumbled in, hair a mess and a rather sheepish smile stamped on his lips.

"I apologize Professors," he bowed deeply, following the perimeter of the room. He bowed again as he reached the two instructors at the front of the room.

Professor Shin stopped her counting, "No need to apologize to us, apologize to your partner." She gestured towards you, already looking back. Minho nodded and approached you, though when he did reach you, he didn't apologize.

"And?"

"And what?" Minho ridiculed.

"Aren't you going to apologize like what the Professor asked?" You tried not to laugh at how Minho had been acting.

Minho let out a cackle, “No? Why should I? Can you stand up so we can start dancing or something?" His hand was itching to reach out for yours, feeling like he should pull you towards him, but he hindered himself from doing so, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Instead of pushing the apology out of him, you decided against it, not wanting to waste any of your time, "Why are you even late?"

The two of you followed the crowd, joining in at the perfect time. Minho smirked, "Worried about me or something? I know I'm in your head twenty-four seven, but I didn't expect you to be so obvious about it."

Tightening your grip around his hand, you gritted your teeth, "I wasn't worried about you, nitwit."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Because you made me sit, doing nothing for nearly forty-five minutes?" You reply as if you were pointing out the obvious, "So why are you late and coming to class looking like a mountain troll?"

"Wow, ouch," he sighed, "I slept in. Am I going to hell for doing so? Because I can recall you did the same the first day and got us into this mess."

"This is about you, not me," you applied pressure onto his hands, causing him to stumble back slightly, ruining the rhythm he had built up. He furrowed his brows at you and did the same, only you were somehow ready for it.

"Oh please," Minho rolls his eyes, "You've done the same so you shouldn't even be mad at me."

"I'm only frustrated, not mad, there's a difference," you point out, "And I'm frustrated because we have that graded dance next week. If we fail, it's going to be your fault."

"It takes two to tango," he quoted, "And you already know where I stand on that. I don't ca-"

"Shut up, the professors are looking," you warned, flashbacks to the three weeks you had to polish the floors.

Minho laughed slightly, letting air blow out of his nose. He let his eyes drift down at you, keeping them there for a little too long.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged, spinning you along with the other students, "You just looked way too terrified." The next move had the two of you closer than the initial space between you.

"I don't want to be spending an extra three hours with you after classes polishing the floor," you retort sharply. Instead of holding eye contact with him, you stared at the Slytherin crest on his uniform.

"I know you liked spending time with me, don't lie," he rolled his eyes teasingly.

"I'm not lying."

"You staring at me says otherwise."

"Oh hush about that already, I literally told you that I wasn't staring at you," Inwardly cringing, you felt relief once the music had stopped. You stepped back and eyed down the boy in front of you, "Why do keep bringing that up?"

Before Minho could give reasoning, Professor Na had spoken up from across the room, reminding everyone that the next class was the graded class. Though they wouldn't be strict with grading, he still wanted to see the students' effort 'flowing'. After a chorus of groans, class ended, allowing you to avoid Minho and find your way to Felix.

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Someone tapping your shoulder had woken you up, head jolting up as if you were frightened.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chaeryeong gasped sheepishly. She was hovering over you slightly, eyes wide. She was changed into her nightwear.

You sat up, only now realizing you had fallen asleep in the common room, "It's alright. What time is it?" You didn't even remember how you fell asleep, but you sure did have a good sleep.

"It's almost midnight," she replied, "I needed to grab water from the kitchen, then I saw you here and figured it'd be more comfortable for you to go to sleep in your own bed rather than this tiny couch."

You grinned, "Thanks Chae… I'll probably get something from the kitchen as well."

She nods and mumbles out a quick goodnight before disappearing to the girls' dorms. You return her farewell before standing up, eyes drawn to the wrinkles your nap had made on your robe. Attempting to straighten the robe and yourself out, you stumbled towards the Hufflepuff house entrance, exiting promptly.

The fireplace had been lit, a few house elves roaming about and carrying out their own duties. They paid no mind to you, as midnight snacks weren't out of the ordinary for Hufflepuffs.

You asked for what you needed, then was given it with no delay, "Thank you." The house elf nods before turning away with a grunt.

You sit at one of the tables, zoning out as you stared at the blazing fire across from you. School was getting a bit more stressful than it usually has, which was probably the reason why you had fallen asleep without knowing. You remember coming back from a long library visit. Maybe you collapsed on the couch once you did.

You made mental notes on the work still yet to be done before the following week, spontaneously creating a headache. Standing up, you figured it was best for you to go back to sleep. Slipping the dish into the sink, you started making your way back to the dorms.

You rubbed your temples and shook your head as you closed your eyes. It probably hadn't been a good idea to be wandering with your eyes closed as you had immediately bumped into something firm.

"Y/N?"

Looking up, you came face to face with Lee Minho, who was just as shocked as you were. He had been dressed down in a knitted Slytherin sweater and pyjama pants.

"Minho? What in the world?"

He backs up after noticing how close you were to each other, "Could say the same 'bout you."

"My dorms are right there," you point just down the corridor, "While yours is in the dungeon…"

Minho blinks before he tries to move around you, eyes avoiding yours.

"What are you doing here?" you grab his wrist, eager to find out why he was roaming the halls. It wasn't unusual for students to be breaking the rules, especially Minho, who loved living up to the stereotypes of a Slytherin. He smirks at the skinship, which prompts you to let go of him, heat rising up to your cheeks without warning. You're suddenly glad it's dim around the two of you.

"I was… taking a walk," he successfully pushes past you and into the kitchen, a glass of water already there for him. He thanks the house elf, leaving the glass, before turning back to you. By the looks of it, it seems like he's been doing this before, like a routine.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Taking a walk? You're painfully awful at lying." And the pause in his speaking gave that away. You followed behind him, expecting an honest answer as if you deserved to know.

"Weren't you just leaving?"

"But my question is unanswered," you shrugged.

"I answered you, I was taking a walk," he pushed the answer. Putting the cup down, he turned to you, "I have… sleeping problems."

"You just lied again," you nonchalantly, "Just tell me the truth. No judgment. A Hufflepuff's promise." You weren't usually one to push an answer out of someone, but this situation was different.

"You say no judgment but I already know how you're going to react to the truth," he takes another sip of water.

"So you were lying!" You raised your brows, "I knew it!"

"You don't deserve the truth," he sighs. Finishing the cup of water, he starts to make his way out, not even turning to look back.

"Lee Minho!" You groaned. Maybe it was your fatigue self or the fact this felt like some sort of game, but you weren't holding yourself back, "When I said I wouldn't judge, I won't. My mind's open to whatever you're going to say."

Minho spins around to face you, stumbling backward a few more steps before he halts, "I was practicing the dance steps."

No judgment.

The flat expression on Minho's face indicated that he had no intentions of lying this time. He had his hands hiding behind his back, eyeing you just to see if you would live up to your promise. Instead of his expected reaction, he finds you smiling, something he'd only see when you were around your friends.

"Wipe that smile off of your face, bumblebee," he mutters.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about that class?" you quoted, a smirk slowly replacing your smile, "Why are you practicing the steps?"

Minho licked his lips. He was at a loss of words, nothing but the truth occupying his mind… Why the hell not?

"Because you care."

You blinked back at him, lips parting and meeting several times as you tried to find the right words to say. The silence was deafening. "What?"

"Because you care," Minho repeated. He kept his expression still, eyeing you, trying to figure out how you were taking this in.

How would he further explain it? He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since that specific moment between the both of you the other day, he took it upon himself to better his partner dancing. He didn't want anyone else knowing, not you, and especially not his housemates, which was why he chose to stay up late to do this; it was the real reason why he had shown up late to class.

You weren't sure if it was because it was quiet, but you could easily hear your heartbeat as it quickened. You try to cover up the fact that you wanted to freak out, "I don't know whether I should laugh or–"

"Yeah, whatever, shouldn't have told you in the first place," he mumbles. For some reason, he felt his heart lub-dub in a way that it shouldn't. He frowned and sighed, "Just forget it."

"Wait, Minho," you call quietly. He stopped in his tracks and turned, partially facing the wall and facing you. He stared back at you with a vacant look, waiting for you to say something. If you weren't going to be saying something nice, he didn't want to hear it after exposing himself like that.

"'Because you care?'" you frowned, "You can't just say that and leave." You already made up a possible answer to the countless questions through your mind, but it was still unclear whether or not that was it.

"What else do you want me to say?" Minho stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I just want you to explain it," you reply quietly.

Minho glanced out the window sitting by you both before sitting down on its pane, "Remember that other day… when I told you I didn't care?" You nod and move closer to where he sat, unsure whether or not you should sit next to him or not, "I don't know… you were really serious back then… I guess I wasn't used to that. So I figured…"

There was a quick moment of silence before he huffs, almost sounding defeated.

"Did you know that I genuinely don't dislike you as much as you think I do?" He says out of the blue, throwing you off. You wanted to tell him to sleep it off again—why did moments like this always happen at night?

"I don't either," you say back, "At first I did… but I matured."

"I only ever argued with you out of amusement. You're the only person outside of Slytherin that could out-talk me and it bothered me for some reason," he laughed as if he recalled a memory.

"Me intimidating a Slytherin? Just wait til the others hear about this," you joke. He glanced towards your direction and saw a clever glint in your eye.

"Don't you dare," he holds back a smile before standing up to face you directly, "Or…"

"Or what?" You challenged, "Imagine how Seungmin would react! Donghyuck and Renjun? What about Yeosang and Wooyoung?" You start listing the other well-known Slytherins off of the top of your head, holding back a laugh as you watch Minho's face crumble into an expression that looks far too close to fear.

Minho recollects himself and shakes some sense into himself, "Or I'll make you go to the Yule Ball with me." He hadn't planned on asking you today, but the timing was perfect. It fit with the situation. If you were to react unfavourably, then he could just joke about it.

His question shut you up. Your eyes widened at him as you processed what he had used as a threat, "What if I want to go to the Yule Ball with you?"

Minho takes a step towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips. His confidence was skyrocketing, and you can tell, "Then I guess it's a date?"

Rolling your eyes, you let a smile grace softly onto your lips, nodding, "It's a date."

Bonus:

"I told you to wear something with gold," you whined jokingly as you were greeted with Minho, who had completely dodged your request. Instead of the black and gold look you were going for, he decided to wear a black suit that had traces of emerald. As much you wanted to match with your date, you had to admit that he still looked as handsome as ever in the attire. He looked like a prince.

"And look like a Hufflepuff? No thanks," he scoffed teasingly. He pulls out a corsage, one that matches the clothes he wore, tying it gently around your wrist, "You look very beautiful."

"Well, you look very handsome."

Minho laughed as he sticks out his forearm, a brow raised in your direction. Music being played by the live band had been spilling out of the ballroom; the voices of everyone attending gave the ball more life. It was exciting.

"Minho!" Seungmin had called. Felix, who had slipped from your side the moment Minho approached you, was standing by Seungmin, smiling brightly. He had been hyping you up the entire night, telling you that there should be nothing to worry about.

He was right.

"Shall we?" Minho asked. It was cheesy, but it worked.

"We shall."

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