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multifandomwritings · 3 years

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Hii, may I get slashers with a S/O who is insecure about their height because they've been told all throughout their life that they are too short and people like taller hoomans? Because of that, they feel a little ridiculous when standing next to the slasher in question (They are 150cm tall, I think that would be around 4'11 - 5'0 ft) Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!

Aww sure, so sorry for how long this took! Hope you like it ^^ (Also being short is super cute so!! Whoever told you otherwise is wrong!! Also, height differences are super cute so the slashers with a short s/o would be so cute T-T)

I barely had time to proofread this and wrote it pretty quickly but I felt bad for not posting anything in a while so I'm sorry if there are mistakes or it isn't too good >_>

How the slashers would react to an S/O who is insecure about being shorter

Thomas:

- Thomas would find your height so precious, but he’d also be extra gentle and careful with you, since you’re smaller

- If you were insecure about your height he’d be so confused. He’d feel ridiculous standing by you, feeling all big and bulky — why are *you* insecure?

- It might actually make him feel a little better, in a weird way. If you could be insecure about something that he found cute about you, maybe it would be the same the other way around?

Brahms:

- He *adores* your height. You’re so small next to him he could melt

- Would nearly engulf you with his hugs, wrapping you up in his cardigan and loving how folded up in him you were

- When you mentioned you were insecure about it, he’d tilt his head in confusion and would very firmly tell you that whoever made you feel insecure about being short was *wrong*, no further discussion!

Michael:

- Michael would simply raise an eyebrow at the sudden revelation that you’re insecure about your height, unsure why anyone would think being short is bad

- I mean Michael really isn’t the guy to go to for reassurance, but he’d somehow manage to make you feel better about it anyway, just by not even really understanding and being confused by why anyone would care

- Michael isn’t the type to easily get close to you or be affectionate, so when you kept your distance from him when he tried, he’d get kind of upset. Like...he’s /trying/ Y/N!...What’re you doing T-T When you explained it was because you feel kind of ridiculous because of being shorter, he’ll just sigh, wrapping his arm around you to reassure you in his own subtle way

Jason:

- Like Thomas, Jason would feel a little bulky and big next to you, so hearing you admit that you were insecure about your height would surprise him a lot

- Scrambling clumsily right away to reassure you, as he would with any insecurity you had

- You’re so small next to him! He thinks you're so cute, he melts anytime you look up to meet his gaze or stand on your tiptoes to kiss him. Very protective and gentle

Bubba:

- Bubba thinks you’re the cutest. You’re so small next to him, he’d want to wrap you up and protect you

- Like Thomas, he’d also be extra careful and gentle with you out of fear he might hurt you accidentally. If you reassured him however, he’d be so affectionate, spoiling you with all the hugs and little pats on the head that he could

- If you mention that you’re insecure about your height, he’d shake his head vehemently to reassure you. He loves your height!

Chop Top:

- Chop Top doesn't even notice your height until you point it out by telling him you're insecure about it

- He'll reassure you kind of strangely by listing off some of the benefits of being shorter, all while chuckling nervously and watching your reactions to see if it was working

- Just be patient and go with it! He wants to make you feel better but it makes him surprisingly nervous because he isn't used to it and doesn't know what to say. He's sincere though!

Nubbins:

- He loves your height difference! He isn't picky though, he wouldn't mind either way. Still, he can't help but think it's so cute how small you are next to him

- Honestly though he really doesn't think too much about it. Height is height, y'know? He'd think it's cute but it wouldn't be something he noticed right away or anything like that

- When you tell him you're insecure about your height, he'll really just be confused as to why. He's always liked your height!

Beetlejuice:

- Beetlejuice is on the shorter side (at least compared to everyone else on this list) so of course he’d love it! You’d make him feel taller lol

- Will reassure you about any insecurities you have with joking self deprecating humor to cheer you up (and let you know that he also has some insecurities, even if he doesn't always show them)

- In all seriousness, he'll actually be pretty good at making you feel better about it. Definitely makes a comment or two about how ridiculous it is that anyone told you it's a bad thing though!

Candyman:

- Daniel is so over-the-top romantic, he'd just spoil you with pretty words until you felt better

- Anytime you mentioned anything you were insecure about, he’d be very quick to bombard you with compliments and affection

- He loves your height. Makes you swoon by lifting your chin gently with his finger anytime he kisses you, or anytime he’s being particularly sweet with his verbal affection

Bo:

- Bo finds your height cute. He really wouldn’t get why you were insecure about it

- But Bo being Bo, he’d have a hard time being sweet and reassuring about it. He wants to so bad, he loves you so much and wants to tell you that you’re cute and reassure you, but like..../how/

- So when you bring it up one day it would be responded to with awkward, angry babbling about how you having nothing to be insecure about. He’d genuinely want to make you feel better but he’d also be mad at whoever told you you’re too short

Vincent:

- Vincent is so sweet and understanding with any insecurities you have. He has his fair share of them too, so he know how it feels

- Similar to Bo, he'd be upset that anyone made you feel insecure about it anyways. He'll be surprisingly defensive if anyone makes any comments like that while he's around

- Really loves everything about you and wants you to too. Definitely a sweetheart when it comes to reassuring you and making you feel better about it

Lester:

- Lester is also on the shorter side (again just by slasher standards lol) so he thinks it’s cute!

- He wouldn’t really mind about height either way. Tall or short, it would matter to him. But when you told him you were insecure about it, he’d be so quick to reassure you

- Lester is a sweetheart. If he even suspects you’re insecure about something he’ll clumsily compliment you on whatever it is. He also loves that you’re both on the shorter side, will say you have to stick together for that reason x-x (he can tell if you feel insecure while standing next to him too, which will earn you a reassuring pat on the arm and a cute smile to make you feel better)

Graverobber:

- He'll probably tease you a little about it, I won't lie. He can be kind of a butt sometimes (I mean this lovingly I promise)

- Only he can tease you, though. If anyone else says a word about it he'll get uncharacteristically serious and defensive, especially if you are visibly bothered by it

- He loves your height though, and will take advantage of it. Your head is now his arm/hand rest, and he'll pat it a lot randomly, too. If he's in a softer mood, he'll actually be really sweet and reassuring. Definitely loves engulfing you with his hugs, too

Luigi:

- If anyone made any comments about your height while Luigi was around (or even so much as looked at you the wrong way) he'll be so defensive of you

- If you put physical distance between yourself and him because you don't want it to be obvious, he'll actually be kind of hurt? He feels better by you and might be a bit bitter

- This will only encourage him to help you overcome your insecurity, though

Pavi:

- Pavi adores everything about you, including your height of course. Genuinely shocked when you admit you’re insecure about it, in his own overly dramatic way

- Pavi has insecurities too, so he’s actually quite good at reassuring you. Makes you laugh with how over-the-top he is as he showers you with compliments, most of which aren’t even related to your height, to cheer you up

- If anyone makes you feel bad about your height or says anything he'll turn so red (not that you can really tell) and ardently defend you! (not without some timidity of course)

Billy Lenz:

- He’d probably call you nicknames related to your height at first, to be honest. He wouldn’t even think it would upset you, as he’d find your height cute

- The second he realized you were insecure about it though he’d feel so bad, clamming up and apologizing right away. Even if you didn’t mind his nicknames he wouldn’t use them anymore

- Compliments and reassures you a lot, even when you don’t bring it up. He’d actually be pretty observant of you, always able to tell if you were feeling insecure, quickly (and clumsily) bombarding you with a bunch of sweet words, watching your expression and grinning in self-satisfaction when he finally got you to crack a smile

Asa (The Collector):

- You won’t even have to mention being insecure about your height, he’s intuitive enough to notice on his own

- He’d notice just by your body language when you were next to him, keeping your distance as you’d feel ridiculous standing by him. He’d be wickedly amused, pulling you closer to him and winding his arm tightly around you

- Despite being kind of a tease, he really likes your height and doesn’t want you to be insecure. So in his own way, he’ll /try/ to reassure you

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“I never would’ve thought Agust D would be so soft after sex.”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 3.1K

a/n: ok, so, Kid is ready to give Yoon that good good just after hearing like half the mixtape, our girl hasn’t even seen the damn mv yet guys, like, she’s ready to pounce after just seven songs from her man. And honestly, mood. I hope you lovelies enjoy this, I hope it lives up to your expectations lmao, and thank you for reading :))

YOU paced back and forth from one end of your kitchen to the other as you waited for Yoongi to answer his damn phone. I mean, seriously, how long does it take to pick up the-

“Hello?” Yoongi’s low voice interrupted your thoughts through the phone’s speaker.

Gasping, you eagerly asked, “Can I start listening?” omitting a proper greeting.

“Oh hey, I’m fine, how are you?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, fully aware he couldn’t see you. “You’re expecting a lot of self-control from me right now, Min,” you complained.

Yoongi allowed himself to chuckle before responding with a humored, “if you want, you can listen, Kid.”

You squealed in excitement, bouncing around in front of the oven. “You’re sure? I don’t have to wait for you or anything?”

“Nah, I’m almost there anyway,” he told you, and you could tell by the tone of his voice he was grinning. “Just no music video yet,” he said in a whiny tone which you knew must be accompanied with a pout. He enjoyed watching your reaction to his music videos.

“No music video, I promise,” you smiled, absolutely fond of the man. “Oh my god, I’m not ready for this am I?” You yelled out, Yoongi scoffing in response.

“Jesus, you’re ridiculous,” he groaned.

“Shush, I’m hanging up, I have a long-awaited mixtape to listen to, thank you very much.”

“Ok fine, fine,” he laughed, but before you could hang up, Yoongi added, “Hey, Kid?” You hummed in response. “Love you.”

You’ve heard the words a million times, but it never failed to make your heart pound. However, that didn’t stop you from teasing him a bit. “Yeah, yeah, love you, I gotta go, priorities, baby. I don’t know if you’ve heard but the Agust D just made a comeback.”

He chuckled into the phone once more before giving you a, “See you in a bit,” and then hung up.

Immediately, you were pressing play on the mixtape on Spotify, already having had it pulled up for five minutes.

The first song, ‘Moonlight’, started off soft before scratching records came in, and then your boyfriend’s voice. When he gave his iconic laugh with an “August D” you smiled in pride. That’s my honey boy.

You turned your attention to the meal you were preparing for you and Yoongi, one of his favorites, stirring the contents in a big pot on the stovetop. Bopping along to the music, you listened to the lyrics that talked about his story, starting in Daegu to flying high with his group, how he goes through feelings of confidence in his work to feeling untalented, the struggles of writing this exact mixtape due to the pressure from a larger audience, expectations, and self-doubt. You knew those struggles all too well. You were with him throughout it all.

You’d been given glimpses of the songs throughout the writing process, some tracks in full while others you only saw lyric scribblings on those yellow notepads he leaves around his studio and that littered your apartment. You first saw the chorus to ‘Moonlight’ written on one of those notepads that sat on your bedside table.

“I like this,” you told your boyfriend, holding the notepad in one hand as the other found its way in his dampened hair, his face resting against your bare chest.

“Huh?” He looked up at you, his hand gripping your waist as his eyelids fluttered. The sheets were in disarray around your still nude forms. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, is it for D-2?”

“Maybe,” he told you with a yawn. “Not sure.”

“I think you should use it,” you told him, your finger outlining the shell of his ear as his lips curved into a lazy smile. “It’s beautiful.”

“You really think so?” He asked, uncertain and a bit more awake.

“Yeah, definitely.”

He kissed the center of your chest before nuzzling his face further against your breasts. “You always know best, Kid.”

You felt your eyes prick with tears as you listened to the song, feeling immensely proud of your boyfriend. Of how hard he worked, of overcoming the doubt and fear, and just simply for the talent, passion, and artistry he shared with so many people.

As the mixtape played, you went through phases of dancing around, squealing in excitement, gasping at lyrics and phrasing, and more bouncing and dancing. You tried your best to focus on the lyrics, though you knew it would take a few listens to catch them all as you were too excited to comprehend everything just then.

Completely invested in the music, you didn’t hear your front door open, unaware of your boyfriend’s presence until he appeared in your peripheral, catching you doing a little strut that resembled Yoongi’s swagger walk he did on stage. Your head snapping to him, you were met with his gummy grin, his shoulders shaking in laughter as ‘Burn It’ continued to play throughout the kitchen.

“Are you leaving me for Agust D yet?” He teased, walking toward you.

“Do you realize how sexy you are? Like do you have any idea?” You asked accusatorily. “Like what the fuck, dude?”

“Jesus,” he huffed, a smile still plastered on his face. “You’re actually ridiculous.”

“Yeah, and you’re ridiculously talented, Min. You’re not told that enough,” you told him seriously. Reaching you, he placed his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, stepping further into his arms.

“I’m told that plenty,” he dismissed with a bashful grin.

“No, you’re not,” you told him as ‘Burn It’ continued to play. Instead of responding to you, he kissed you which you immediately deepened, Yoongi stepping back a bit by the unexpected force behind your actions, though his arms wrapped tighter around your waist so your body was flush with his.

Pulling away, he chased your lips, making you smile. “I don’t even have the words right now to tell you how proud I am of you,” you told him seriously, tears forming in your eyes. You watched as Yoongi took a deep breath, keeping his own emotions under control at your sincere confession. “Just know I’m really proud,” you said as tears threatened to fall.

He quickly nodded just before bringing a hand to your jaw as he caught your lips again, giving you several quick pecks as he composed himself.

Letting out a breath that sounded to be one of relief, Yoongi peered around your frame, inspecting the food cooking on the stove, as well as the food that had spilled outside of the pot, with a grin. “That looks good.”

“Hopefully,” you said with a smile as Yoongi nuzzled his face against your neck, refusing to let you go. With the overwhelming pride and love you felt, mixed with the fact that the man on the mixtape was all yours, and he was standing in your kitchen, in your arms, pressing sweet kisses to your neck, you had a sudden desire for him.

As ‘People’ started playing, you were instantly struck with the memory of coming to his studio as he was working on that very track. It was just the instrumental then, but it was interesting and different from the other stuff he had been working on. Yoongi must have been thinking upon the same memory as he lifted his head, a gummy grin directed to you as his eyes found yours.

“I remember the night you wrote this,” you smiled, biting your lower lip. That night, you had spent about an hour of it sitting on his desk as Yoongi sat in his chair in front of you, his chin resting on your knees as you both discussed your ideas of life, and people, and changes, and what it all meant, if it even meant anything.

You had already been dating for well over a year, but it was a moment where you and Yoongi felt a closeness between you both that hadn’t really been there before, becoming more mentally and emotionally attune with each other.

The conversation eventually faded out, the intense feeling of understanding between you both leading to you having sex on his studio couch.

“Trust me, I remember it very well,” he chuckled, his mind running through every moment of that night, from the feeling of closeness, to the warmth of your body underneath his as he pressed you against the couch cushions, the way you moaned his name and whispered ‘I love you’s’.

As the chorus of ‘People’ sounded from your laptop, your eyes widened at the sultry soothe of your boyfriend’s vocals.

“Since when do you sing like that, Min?” You teased with a smile, your eyes bouncing around his soft features. As he let out a breathy chuckle, you slid your your hands down his neck to rest overtop his collarbones as you leaned toward him and kissed him deeply.

The action took him by surprise though he easily found his rhythm, his hands slipping underneath your shirt, feeling at the bare skin of your waist.

As you began backing up, he quickly felt around to shut the stove off before following you toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Your hands found his waist as his moved to your face, taking control. You began lifting his shirt up, you both separating just long enough for you to pull it over his head and discard it somewhere in the hallway outside your room.

Eagerly, you unbuttoned his jeans, Yoongi helping you get the clothing off him as he released his hold on you to step out of them. Backing up, your legs hit the edge of the bed and you locked your eyes with your boyfriend’s. Smirking at him, you pulled your own shirt off before unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor at your feet.

Yoongi bit his lip, his eyes settling on your chest before slowly dragging them back up to meet your darkened gaze. Tilting his head at you, you quipped, “What are you waiting for?” Yoongi scoffed before approaching you and pushing your body so you fell against the mattress. He reached for the waist of your jeans, taking no time in unzipping them and tugging them down your legs, you lifting your hips to help him. Your panties were removed next, Yoongi dropping them to floor as he allowed his eyes to rake over your body, taking in every inch of you.

You sat up on your elbows, watching the man as he looked over your nude form. “For a man who brags an awful lot about being a king and a boss, you seem a bit timid, baby,” you teased in a sultry tone.

Your boyfriend scoffed again, a smirk forming on his lips. “Be patient,” he scolded, though he stepped toward you, nudging your inner knee with his leg, making you widen the gap between your thighs as he stared down at your center.

“My patience disappeared the moment I clicked play on that mixtape,” you smiled. “I want you.” With that, you sat up, your hands slipping underneath the waistband of his underwear, lowering them until they easily slid down his legs, pooling at his feet. You kept eye contact with him as you left a sweet kiss to his lower abdomen, just above his pelvic area.

He let out a quick breath as he smiled, lowering his body on top of yours, your back meeting the mattress. “If I had known Agust D would get you this worked up I would have released a mixtape two years ago,” he joked, your hands grabbing onto his sides as his lips found yours, kissing you passionately.

One of his arms was being used to prop himself up overtop you as his opposite hand slid down to your core, his fingers feeling between your legs. He groaned into your mouth at feeling how wet you’d become, and you smiled against his lips.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you used your strength to push against his body, rolling him over and straddling his hips. Yoongi’s breath was heavy and shallow as he anticipated being inside you, his large hands gripping your hips, his eyes eagerly taking in the sight of your form on top of him. He always did love you on top.

Placing one of your hands to his chest, your other found his hardened length. You stroked him a few times, Yoongi letting out a soft moan at the feeling, his hand sliding up your abdomen to your breast as he squeezed the supple flesh in his palm. At his touch, you guided him to your entrance, sharply intaking breath at the feeling of him slipping inside, letting the air out in a throaty moan.

“Fuck, Kid,” Yoongi breathed out, pinching your nipple between his fingers as you moved your hand from his dick to his chest, bracing yourself against him as you began slowly grinding atop him. Yoongi’s hand left your breast to your thigh, clutching the muscle as he bit his lip, watching your body move. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You held back a moan as you increased your pace, looking up to the ceiling before squeezing your eyes shut as he hit particularly deep. “Fuck,” you breathed out, lowering your gaze to Yoongi’s face, meeting his hooded eyes as he looked up at you in bliss.

His chest was like velvet underneath your hands and you wanted to feel more of his skin on yours. As if reading your mind, Yoongi moved his hands to your lower back, pulling you toward him so your chest was flush with his. He kissed you messily as he lifted his hips off the bed to move in and out of you as he held you to his body.

“I love you so much,” he confessed shakily against your lips, his breathing erratic due to the pleasure you were giving him.

“Oh my god, Yoongi, I love you,” you moaned, moving your face to his neck where you kissed and nibbled his skin lightly.

Wanting to treat him, you reluctantly pulled yourself away from him, sitting back up as you rocked back and forth on him, arching your back and placing a hand to his thigh to support yourself. Yoongi’s hands grabbed onto the sides of your legs as he watched you, looking more and more fucked out the longer you rode him.

Eyeing his thin but toned body, his smooth skin, and the flex of his abdomen as he took sharp breaths, you groaned. “You look so good,” you told him, admiring the man beneath you. Your man. All yours. “Feel so good,” you moaned.

One of Yoongi’s hands left your leg to find your hand that was pressed against his lower abdomen. He took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours before bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly as he locked his gaze on yours.

The intimate action had your lower abdomen tightening. Sitting up straight, you brought your hand toward him which he grabbed with his other hand, helping you to support yourself as your motions atop him became hastier, approaching your high.

“Yoon, I’m gonna-”

“I know, baby,” he nodded, squeezing your hands as you neared your climax. “Me too.”

You let out a whimper, lowering your body to Yoongi’s again, your dewy chest meeting his, Yoongi wrapping his arms around your lower back as you both worked each other into your finishes. Yoongi buried his face in your neck as he let out small muffled grunts, you breathing out a moan in his ear. As he came, he hugged your body to his tightly, letting go inside you. The feeling of him releasing had you crashing into your own high, biting your lip as you moaned breathily, Yoongi kissing your neck sweetly as you came down.

You relaxed atop Yoongi, breathing heavy as his fingers toyed with the small of your back, soothing back and forth along the curve of your ass. You had a hand on his neck, slipping your fingers into his damp strands, your other hand on his chest, dragging your fingers along his pectoral.

“The mixtape is really good,” you assured him in a whisper, kissing his jaw. “Well, what I’ve heard so far.”

Yoongi let out a breathy chuckle, flattening a palm on your lower back. “Thank you, Kid.”

“No need to thank me, I’m just being honest.”

“No, thank you for always supporting me. In everything,” he clarified, emotion thick in his voice.

You lifted your head to peer at his face, catching the glassy shine in his eyes. “Always,” you assured him.

He nodded, looking at you with a soft smile. “I know,” he whispered, barely audible, giving away that he didn’t trust his voice, knowing it would break if he spoke louder. “It means- you mean the world.”

You lowered your lips to his face, giving his plush cheek a small kiss. “I never would’ve thought Agust D would be so soft after sex,” you teased with a big smile, Yoongi scoffing, though he couldn’t hold back his gummy grin.

He groaned loudly, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m starving,” he changed the topic, making you giggle.

“Well, lucky for you, your girlfriend made you a delicious nearly cooked meal that is probably very cold at this point,” you smirked.

“Oh, lucky for me?” He questioned with a small smile.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed with a small chuckle.

Yoongi sucked air between his teeth, ticking his head to the side. “Remind me to wife you up later.”

You scoffed playfully, rolling off his body as you prepared to stand up and find some clothes. “In your dreams, Min.”

Scooping your t-shirt off the floor, you slipped it over your head before grabbing a pair of panties from your dresser drawer, all while Yoongi’s eyes followed your every move. Sending your boyfriend an air kiss from where he sat at the edge of the bed watching you, you walked toward the bedroom door. “Hurry up and get dressed, Gramps, I need your album commentary.”

You exited the room, turning toward the bathroom to clean yourself up. Yoongi shook his head with a chuckle. “Yeah, in my dreams,” he mumbled as he stood up to get dressed. Taking his sweet ass time, you walked back past the bedroom toward the kitchen, noticing him still stumbling around for a shirt.

“Hey, hustle, Min! I still have a music video to watch, my dude!” You called out to him as he looked to you with widened eyes. “Your shirt is out here, by the way.”

“Ah, what did I tell you about patience,” he whined out, a pout on his lips as he walked through the hallway, grabbing his shirt on his way, feeling full of appreciation and adoration for you.

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softyoongiionly · 4 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Sixteen Point Five

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, College! Yoongi, Sub! Yoongi

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: this is nothing but pure fluff and smut because, LISTEN I NEED SOME EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FND YOONGI IN MY LIFE. I hope you do too! This chapter takes place after the ending scene of chapter 16 :)

NOTE: ALL BOLDED WORDS INDICATE WHEN CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN

Warnings for this Chapter: language, slight slight slight angst, LOVE, like an excessive love, smut, mentions of a spider

Chapter Sixteen Point Five: More and More

“Yah-” You hear Yoongi call from the other room, the sound of his voice bringing a smile to your lips, “I’m getting cold.”

The latter part comes out as a whine and it broadens your smile as you sprits a bit of perfume onto your wrists.

“I’m sorrryyyy. This is the first time I’ve been able to do my bedtime routine at your house.” You point out, giggling as zip up your toiletries bag. “I’m coming right now.”

Quickly, you pad across the bit of tile between Yoongi’s bedroom and the bathroom before rounding the corner to peek at your boyfriend.

He’s cozied up beneath the covers, his arms tucked behind his head, brows furrowed as he focuses on the tv. He’s drowning in the excess fabric of his hoodie and although he isn’t yet aware of your presence, he is still wearing the remnants of the smile that your laughter caused.

“You look cute.”

Yoongi jumps, his fingers tensing against the duvet as your presence alarms him.

“Aish- you scared me.” He pouts but as soon as he gets a look at what you’re wearing, his expression shifts, “Are you wearing pants?”

Giggling, you shake your head and turn slightly, lifting up your oversized t-shirt, “Nope.” And as you respond, you show off your ass to him.

He arches a brow, a smirk playing on his lips, “Oh ok- yeah that’s a good idea you know, pants are really restricting. You’ll be a lot more comfortable...”

“Oh you think so?” Tilting your head, you slowly make your way towards the bed whilst your fingers toy with the ends of your shirt, “Should I not wear the shirt then either? You know- if were talking about comfort here, I may as well just sleep naked.”

His smirk fully develops, his eyes following your every move, “You m-might get cold but, I mean I could just like- yah! Why do you insist on saying shit that you know is going to fluster me? Get your ass in bed.” He smacks the space beside him, brown eyes widening with incredulity.

At the end of his mini out burst, your head falls back against your shoulders with the much louder bit of laughter that leaves your lips.

Yoongi laughs along with you, his heart singing at the sound of your amusement, “Now!” He pushes out the command through his laughter, yanking the duvet back and jerking his chin towards the empty space.

Rather than tease him further, you scamper over to the bed and shimmy your way beneath the covers, immediately cuddling up into his side.

His warm and he smells like amber and the bonfire from earlier.

A hum comes from his chest as he pulls you close, kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you...be nice to me...”

His voice rumbles at the base of his throat; it shouldn’t have a taste but it lingers in the air and it suddenly makes you want to turn off all the lights and listen to him speak forever.

“I’m always nice...” You retort, peeking up at him in time to see his brow arch, “I am!”

His teeth peek out as he smiles, his arms tightening around you, “I wouldn’t necessarily say that you’re ALWAYS nice. You can be mean if you want to be.”

“Meeeaaan????? How am I mean?”

He flops against the pillow, kitten fangs on full display, his laughter dancing above the bed.

“You know exactly how you are mean, c’mon jagi, let’s be honest with each other.”

Pushing your fingers against his cheeks, you use his face as leverage to hoist yourself up over top of him, “Ohhhh are you talking about the edging and the pain play? The kinks my boyfriend most definitely possesses that I, being the loving girlfriend that I am, willingly fulfill?”

He blushes, “Yeah exactly...those things.”

You smush his cheeks together again, pecking the rounded tip of his nose, “Ok fine, we don’t have to do those things anymore, I’ve actually heard celibacy has it’s benefits.”

His face wrinkles in disgust as he jerks his head up to smush his lips against yours, “You’re so fucking funny you know that? You should do stand up.” He mumbles against your lips and although it’s a bit off topic, you can actually feel the difference between you and Yoongi.

He’s different now.

You don’t sense any hesitation anymore.

He is completely vulnerable and you love it.

The trust has increased tenfold.

“I’ll let my advisor know.” You retort, brows raising playfully, pecking against his lips

“AIYAAAAA....” He groans, smiling brightly, “Throwback.”

You feel butterflies in your stomach as you think of all the events leading up this particular moment.

Falling in love has been really fun.

“I still can’t believe I left your house like that, that night. I felt like such an idiot.”

You giggle, “I told Jimin about that the next day, I thought you hated me- I would have never guessed it was because I made you hard.”

He smirks, his cheeks reddening slightly, “I definitely didn’t hate you. I was just annoyed because, I was three months away from graduation and, I really wasn’t expecting to be bombarded with- you.”

“Bombarded?” You raise your brows, a smile lingering on your lips, “Is that how you remember falling in love?”

You feel his hands slide up the backs of your thighs before they settle on your hips as he shrugs, his expression unchanging, “Honestly yeah. I was very annoyed with it all for a long time. I knew I liked you but, I had already resigned to the fact that you wouldn’t like me back. I was also uninterested in getting into a relationship with anyone. Plus, I had to accept that I would have to keep seeing you because, we were paired up. To me, it just felt like another disappointment waiting to happen.”

At his admission, you pout and brush your thumb over his rosy cheek, “I’m sorry that you felt that way. I can understand why you did but, you and I definitely had different experiences...”

The slight disappointment in your tone isn’t intentional but, Yoongi’s keen observation skills pick up on it anyway. His beautiful features twitch slightly as he returns your pout, “I’m not saying that I didn’t enjoy it, I was just stubborn...” His eyes flit over you, a flurry of emotions swirling within them, “What was it like for you?”

Rolling off of him, you position yourself comfortably at his side, feeling a bit of apprehension coming over you, “It was great- for me at least, I don’t know. It’s kind of silly honestly.”

Yoongi pushes himself up, tugging you with him so that both of you are propped up against the headboard. He uses his free hand to tilt your chin up towards him, “It’s not silly at all. I want to know.”

Suddenly, you feel very small underneath his gaze. It’s not in an uncomfortable way but, it’s certainly not something you’re used to. Thus far, you were used to being Yoongi’s safe space, his protector, his rock but, you were no stranger to insecurity either. Yoongi may view you as a confident woman, with a steady head on her shoulders and, he was right to do so.

You’ve overcome a lot.

The woman you are today has always been within you but her emergence is recent and, you’re fairly confident that Yoongi doesn’t know that.

“I didn’t think you liked me either. You are easily the hottest man I have ever seen in my entire life and, given the fact that I’ve been rejected so many times throughout my life, I kind of assumed that we would just be friends. Most of the guys I’ve liked have only ever saw me that way. It became a running scenario in my head that I would grow old with a bunch of cats and, a bunch of really great friends but, I never really believed that I was the type of person someone would fall in love with. So when we had that conversation on the Ferris Wheel, I felt validated in a way. Here was this super attractive, interesting man who just admitted that he wanted to ‘kiss me everywhere’...I was elated. Even though I didn’t think things would go anywhere between us, I was still on cloud nine. Then we ended up kissing and then the night in your car- I guess this was a little more fairytale-like for me. I understand things were different for you though, especially after everything you’ve told me today.”

You’re not sure why this is suddenly making you so emotional but, you don’t force it away.

Yoongi did say he wanted to know everything about you and, conversations like these aren’t exactly something you plan.

He has been watching you intently during your explanation and during certain parts, you could feel his grip tightening on you slightly.

By the time you’re done, he sighs and shakes his head, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” You cock your head, draping an arm across his stomach

“I’m sorry you ever had to face rejection or that you ever had to feel like you wouldn’t receive the type of love you deserve.” He runs a hand through his hair, “I’m also realizing that the way I described falling in love with you was fucking stupid and, I made it sound like it was this painful and frustrating process. Why do you even put up with me when I’m literally an idiot??”

The tension in your face starts to melt away and you start giggling by the end of his sentence, burrowing your face against his chest.

He throws an incredulous look your way, tilting his head in different directions to try and shove his face towards yours, “Hm?? Tell me huh? Why do you put up with me???” He demands, tickling at your sides, his own smiling appearing at the sound of your laughter, “Yah! Laughter tells me nothing! How did someone so intelligent and beautiful settle down with me???”

His tickling should force you away from him but, you curl into him more, still giggling as you try and grab at his hand.

“You’re not an idiot!”

He stops his motions, tilting your chin up towards him again, his eyes still playful but sincere, “I am though. I just described the best months of my life as annoying. I used the words uninterested and disappointed, that’s something only an idiot would do.”

“Don’t forget ‘bombarded’...” You point out, smirking slightly as you rest your chin on his finger.

“Yahhh see?” He shakes his head, leaning down towards your lips, “Pabo...”

You kiss him, letting yourself linger there for a moment before pulling away, “Have they really been the best months of your life?”

At your question, Yoongi smiles softly, “Of course they have. I didn’t mean that falling in love with you hasn't been magical. It has. I just meant that initially, I was so resistant because I was afraid of getting hurt. I should have said it like that, instead of being an asshole about it.”

“You weren’t being an asshole.” You counter

“I was though. You are the most important in the world to me and, I need to stop coating all of my emotions for you in 50 layers of irony just because, I have a fear of being vulnerable. You’re my everything- the love of my life and, I’m so grateful for you. I know that you don’t need me, I know you are complete without me and that you’ve overcome so much on your own but, I need you to know that you can always count on me and that I feel everything you feel. I’m sorry if I ever made you think any different, even if it’s unintentional or even if you like my sarcasm or whatever, it’s still no excuse to continuously avoid telling you how I truly feel. Especially not after everything you’ve done for me.”

You’re a little captivated by his words and, you don’t speak just yet but you allow a smile to say what words cannot as he speaks again.

“I want to take care of you too. I want you to feel safe with me. Sometimes I feel like our relationship has been very one-sided in terms of you always making time for my feelings and, I don’t want that. I’ve just spent so much time admiring your outlook on life that I didn’t take enough time to consider where it came from. You are always working so hard to take care of everyone around you and, I feel like it’s because you might not have always felt taken care of yourself. I hope you know that you never have to feel that way with me, I’m here for you and- sorry I’m not even making sense anymore.” His rickety laughter makes an appearance as your smile widens, “I just really love you like- fuck...”

You burst out into a fit of giggles and practically tackle him as you hop on his lap again, pulling him in for a kiss, “You’re literally the sweetest man alive and the only thing ironic about you as the fact that you constantly wonder whether or not you are in fact, a good person or a good boyfriend. You are both and I really really really really love you too.”

His gums peek. out at your sudden outburst, his smile adding 10 years to your life whilst his hands grip your hips, “I love you...” He repeats again, “I’m sorry we’ve had several conversations like this, there’s just a lot to work through I guess and, I feel like I don’t ever say enough or say the right things...”

“Don’t apologize. You’re completely right. We are both trying to navigate through some pretty intense shit. I’m glad we can have these conversations; it means that we are continuing to learn how to communicate with one another.” You assure him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“That’s a good point. You make a lot of good points.” He notes playfully, kissing your cheek this time, nibbling there, relishing in the sound of your laughter once again. “I know we’ve said it a dozen times now but, I love you...”

“I love you too.” You murmur before wrapping your arms around him.

After a rather sporadic and emotional conversation, you and Yoongi decide to put on a comedy special to lift the bit of heaviness from the atmosphere. You really wanted to enjoy each other’s company before the stressful few days ahead.

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy for him to go back to his hometown and, you also knew that it would be nerve wracking for you for a myriad of reasons.

Either way, you’d endure it together and meet the conflicts as they came.

Right now however, your mind is occupied with a completely different objective.

You’d been laying on Yoongi’s chest for the last hour or so whilst he rubbed tenderly along your back.

He traced your spine, gently pinched at the base of your neck and occasionally massaged at your scalp.

Altogether, you felt content, fuzzy, on the edge of arousal but not quite that there yet.

You’re touching him too now, your hand was resting on his stomach but you’ve started rubbing at his side, slowing and softly dragging your nails over his hoodie.

The thing is, you had been getting to each other for some time now but, there was no reason to rush into anything more.

You just wanted to touch each other, simple as that.

Your hand moves to the bottom of his hoodie, tracing the stitching before slipping underneath it.

As soon as you do, Yoongi’s hand stalls on your back as he sighs.

“Why do you have to go there?”

His tone is playful and accusatory and it causes you to giggle.

“I’m not going anywhereeeee.” You insist, tickling your fingers over his lower abdomen

“Y-yah jagiyaaa- you know what that does to me.”

His voice stutters a bit whilst you continue your motions, tickling back and forth above the band of his boxers, admiring how soft his skin is.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He smirks to himself, resuming his touch against your back, “No- but if you plan on getting me hard, you should probably come up here and start kissing me.”

You smirk too now, pushing up his hoodie to allow you better access to the rest of his stomach, admiring the goosebumps that start appearing on his skin.

“Maybe I wanna watch you get hard...”

You hear him sigh again, his chest heaving with the sound.

“Fuck, ok.” He chuckles to himself, “Fair enough.”

Sure enough, you get to watch the show you desperately wanted to see because, as you trace over the band of his boxers, his dick jumps to life beneath the cotton.

A satisfied grin plays on your lips and you take the opportunity tickle just beneath his belly button, prompting another bout of twitching from his dick.

“You know...” You murmur casually, continuing your teasing, “You’ve still never came in my mouth before.”

You feel the bluntness of his nails press into the skin of your back at your comment, another unstable sigh coming from him once again, “I haven’t.”

Slowly you sit up, finally turning to face him, resting your hand on his stomach.

You smirk down at him, his head pushed back into the pillow, a smile playing on his lips.

“Can we change that?”

He’s going all shy at the thought of being in your mouth again and he can’t figure out why.

You notice the blush on his cheeks and the timid gummy smile on his lips and, you decide to call him out on it.

“Why do you look so nervous??” You giggle, pinching his cheek

A bout of laughter bubbles past his lips like a bottle of soda that’s been shaken too much as he attempts to answer you.

“I don’t know!” He buries his face into the side of your arm, “It’s embarrassing...”

Fondness blooms in your chest and you immediately lay back down with him, pulling the covers over the two of you.

You wrestle around a bit, tucking yourself against him once more, the two of you giggling like two kids at a sleepover.

Yoongi kisses the side of your face, his own hot with arousal and embarrassment.

“Baby, you’ve literally let me tie you to the headboard...”

“Mm, I sure have...that was a good night.” His voice is deeper now as he starts kissing down your neck, “a really good night.”

“Do you not like it?”

He smirks against your neck, sucking lightly at the spot below your earlobe, sending a wave of arousal between your legs, “Are you really asking me whether or not I like getting my dick sucked?”

“WEeellll.” You laugh, relishing in the way his attention feels, slowly getting distracted by his lips on your skin, “You never let me do it for you. I’m just trying to understand why.”

Before he can answer, a screeching voice comes from the other room, “HYUNG-AHHH!!”

Yoongi’s eyes widen in alarm as he immediately maneuvers his way out of the covers and rushes out the door, tugging his hoodie down in an attempt to conceal his hardened length beneath his boxers.

“What, What’s wrong?! Where are you?”

You’re following after him frantically, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Yoongi’s shouting in Korean and you’re trying your best to follow him up the stairs without tripping over your own feet.

“Here! Oh god, please hurry!”

Yoongi’s playing a thousand horrible scenarios in his head, trying desperately to locate Hoseok before he spots the light on in the hallway bathroom, “What’s wrong? Did you fall? Are you hurt???”

You can’t understand Yoongi but, his tone tells you everything you need to know: he’s terrified.

“There! Hyung oh my god, do you see it? It’s so big and hairy! Kill it please, I’m gonna throw up!”

Hoseok is rushing out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his hips and pure panic on his face.

Yoongi’s expression shifts from terrified to utterly disgusted in record time as he backhands Hoseok across the bicep, “YAH! What is wrong with you huh?! You made me think you snapped your neck up here or something! Are you seriously screaming over a spider right now? You’re 26 years old.”

Hoseok seems unphased by Yoongi’s words and points frantically at the bathroom, “Hyung I don’t care, just please kill it. You know how much I hate bugs, I almost had a heart attack.”

Yoongi is actively trying to conceal whatever seems to be transpiring but, the curiosity gets the better of you and you rush over to look in the direction Hoseok is pointing only to be met with the grossest, hairiest, BIGGEST spider you’ve ever seen.

“Yoongiiiii.” You whine, hiding behind him, your heartrate doing the impossible and increasing in your chest, “Oh my god, please get rid of it...”

Yoongi groans audibly, shaking his head at Hoseok, “You idiot, she’s terrified of spiders. We were literally about to- fuck nevermind just stay right here, I’ll go get a jar.”

He turns around, chuckling slightly at the almost childlike expression on your face, “I’m gonna get don’t worry. Do you want to come downstairs with me while I get a jar for it?”

Wide eyed, you grab his hands haphazardly, “Mhm...”

“Ok...” He leans down to peck your cheek, smirking fondly “Let’s go.”

“Yah what about me huh? What am I supposed to do?!” Hoseok returns to English now, eyeballing the bathroom in horror

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Just stay there and try and summon some dignity. I’ll be right back.”

Hoseok scoffs and leans against the wall, “I have enough already thanks-” He insists before his eyes widen again, “Hyung please hurry it’s moving!!!!!”

Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head, interlocking his fingers with yours as he leads the two of you downstairs.

The two of you are back in a flash and you quickly take your place behind Hoseok as your boyfriend completes the task of scooping the spider into the jar and rushing it outside.

As he trudges back up the stairs he extends his hand out to you, which you eagerly accept.

Hoseok had already calmed down by this point and was attempting to make smooth small talk with you as if his (justified) outburst had never happened.

“Well uh” Hoseok laughs, throwing finger guns towards the bathroom, “Thanks hyung, so sorry to interrupt the lovemaking, I’m just gonnnnaaa head into the shower now-”

“Ah- no you aren’t. You’re going to apologize to my girlfriend for scaring the shit out of her and then you’re going to promise me that you’ll never scream for me like that again unless you are in mortal danger.” Yoongi shoots him a pointed look but there is still a bit of softness in his eyes and a smile threatening his lips.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I had no idea you had a phobia of spiders. That was definitely my bad. And hyung,” He shoots a brilliant smile in his direction, throwing up a finger heart, “I love youuuuuuu. Thanks for saving my life.”

“Don't be sorry; I literally would have done the same thing.” You vow, giggling nervously, furthering retreating into Yoongi’s side.

Yoongi snorts, wrapping an arm around you and sending Hoseok on his way before he gently pinches your side, “Are you ok?”

“Absolutely not.” You affirm, “But, I will heal as time goes on...”

He snickers, shaking his head whilst he leads you back downstairs.

“I swear he almost gave me a heart attack.” He shakes his head, placing his free hand on his chest, “Feel- it’s still beating so fast...”

You push your head against his chest, causing him to laugh again, not expecting the method you chose but he allows it none the less.

His chest is thrumming with the evidence of commotion still and you turn your head quickly to press a kiss to his chest.

“Me too- look...”

As the two of you come back into his room, you guide his hand to your chest in order to demonstrate your fast paced heartbeat.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I’m sorry about him, he’s ridiculous.”

You nod, glancing down at Yoongi’s boxers which no longer display the evidence of his arousal and, you whine, keeping his hand in place on your chest.

“You’re not hard anymoreeeee.” You complain, slumping against the wall near the bathroom. Yoongi laughs, his gums peeking out whilst you guide his hand over your breast, “Squeeze-” You giggle, indulging in your immaturity for a moment, “We’ll bring it back...”

He laughs harder, his beautiful face wrinkling in amusement as he obliges, squeezing your breast.

“Are you hard yet???” You ask through your laughter, tugging him closer to you, tilting your head towards his lips.

“Oh yeah-” He nods to his dick, still laughing, “Rock solid...”

He kisses you then, keeping his hand in place as he smiles into your lips.

The giggling between the two of you slowly fades as Yoongi tucks his mouth betwixt your own. He kisses you tenderly, his free hand curving around your waist and securing you to him. The hand on your breast massages you gently for a moment before he feels around for your nipple. Once he locates it, he begins teasing it between his thumb and his forefinger, smirking into your mouth when you sigh at the sensation. The two of you press further into one another, getting lost in the moment before you decide to resume your earlier mission.

“Can I pleaaaase make you cum in my mouth now?” You murmur against his lips, giggling when he blushes again, attempting to hide his face in your neck. “Babyyyyy what is it? Why are you hiding?”

His arms wrap around your waist now, sandwiched between your body and the wall. He shakes his head, pressing kisses into the crook of your neck whilst he tries to figure out the best way to answer your question.

“Nervous.” He mumbles and you can feel him smirk into your skin.

Your heart is exploding with adoration at how fucking cute your boyfriend can be literally out of nowhere.

His duality gives you whiplash sometimes.

“Why are you nervous?”

His grip tightens on you as you attempt to coax his face out of your neck, snickering when you try to pinch his cheek.

“I’m gonna cum too fast.” He confesses, finally pulling away to make eye contact with you, his black hair disheveled atop his head.

You giggle, smoothing out his messy onyx tendrils before bringing his lips down to yours.

“So what?” You murmur against them, “It doesn’t matter how quickly you cum, I just want to make you feel good...”

Yoongi feels a sharp pang of arousal in the pit of his stomach at the sultry tone of your voice, his dick twitching to life between his legs.

“I just feel like you don’t get anything out of it though...I want you to feel good too.” He protests, sighing out through his nose when you slip your hand beneath his hoodie.

You smirk, tickling over his sensitive skin, “Do you really think I don’t get anything out of having you in my mouth?”

Peppering kisses down his neck, you continue to gently roam your hands over his hips and stomach, ensuring that your motions are slow and deliberate.

“I’m really second guessing getting head right now aren’t I? I’m actually overthinking getting a blowjob, I’m fucking ridiculous...” He laughs now, hugging you to his body, his smile widening when you giggle along with him.

Pulling back away from his neck, you nudge his nose, delighting in the sparkle within his eyes before pecking at his lips, “Do you want it? If you’re feeling weird about it, it’s ok. We don’t have to do it.”

He smirks, his hands sliding down your back to rest against your ass, “No, no I want it. I really do, I’m just being...myself.”

His honesty makes you laugh again.

You’re so grateful for it though.

The comfort level between the two of you is off the charts and, it makes you so incredibly happy.

From the lecture hall to the bedroom; the two of you really have come so far.

“Go lay down then...” You urge him, still smiling as he eagerly rushes towards the bed.

He flops back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head and immediately tucking a lip between his teeth. His breathing is already unstable due to all the kissing but, he knows he’ll have to actively calm himself in order to last.

You place your knees on the bed between his legs and maneuver yourself closer to the seam of his boxers. You don’t feel the need to try and be sexy or dramatic, the intimacy floating between the two of you is more than enough to turn you both on.

However, in the spirit of making your boyfriend feel good, you still want to put on a little bit of a show for him.

“Comfy?” You grin and he immediately rolls his eyes, his lip still tucked between his teeth

“Sure.” He throws a half smirk your way and although it’s not his intention to do so, it spurs you on further.

There’s never a bad time to fluster your boyfriend...

Wordlessly, you grasp the hem of your oversized t-shirt before tugging it over your head, leaving you in nothing but a pair of black boy shorts.

Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly and his chest expands to fit the deep breath he just took, the breath he lets out slowly and shakily.

“So am I.” You smirk, sitting back on your knees to give him the full view of your body. The air of Yoongi’s bedroom is crisp and slightly cooler than you’d like it to be and it causes your nipples to harden, aching for the warmth of his touch. With your hand lingering on your inner thigh, you sigh, “My panties are ruined already-” You pout, “That’s really annoying...they’re going to be drenched by the time you cum.”

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut whilst he lets out an audible groan, “Ok- what the fuck? You’re not even giving me a chance to last at this point...” He laughs humorlessly, his eyes opening and going straight between your thighs, “Let me see.”

You smirk at his bout of laughter, delighting in how flustered he looks before honoring his request.

Dipping your hand beneath the band of your underwear you slide your fingers over your clit, which is honestly a terrible idea because now it’s throbbing with the need to be played with and, swipe your fingers over viscous arousal collecting at your entrance.

Yoongi watches you like a hawk, eagerly awaiting the evidence supporting your previous statement.

He isn’t disappointed when you remove your fingers from your panties to show him the stringy, slippery arousal connecting your digits together. The amount of wetness actually surprises you and the way Yoongi looks at you, only worsens the situation between your legs.

Yoongi sits up suddenly, grasping your wrist with both of his hands, eyeing the moisture on your fingers like a man deprived before sucking both of them into his mouth. You feel his tongue lick between them, collecting you, the sensation quickly mirroring itself in your panties. Eyes fluttering close, you allow him to suck on you for longer than necessary, your heartrate quickening as he groans softly against your skin.

He pulls off of you, allowing his lips to linger on the tips of your fingers, his cat-like eyes flitting up to yours. Wordlessly, he brings his hand off the bed and quickly slips it into your underwear. Before you even register what’s occurring, the pads of his fingers are brushing past your clit and tucking themselves inside of you. Your lips part in shock, your hands coming out to brace against his shoulders as he curls them up against your g-spot.

Wide eyed, you meet your boyfriends smug expression as he starts rocking his fingers upwards inside of you.

“Yo-Yoongi...” You grunt, as the pleasure latches on to the pit of your stomach, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

“Mhm, I know- it's good huh?” He chuckles, using his free hand to brace itself against your back, pushing your body against his hand working between your thighs, “You thought I’d just have a little taste and that was it? That’s all I would want?”

“Fuck...” You whimper, your head slumping against his shoulder, leaving his lips at your ear to say whatever filthy things come to mind.

He quickens his pace and the pleasure is so intense that you have a half a mind to tell him to stop because you kind of feel like you’re going to pee yourself but, the next wave of sensations quickly sends that thought to the trash.

“Have you ever squirted before baby?” He croons into your ear, holding you tightly

Your head shakes rapidly, your eyes squeezing shut as you bury your face into his neck, “N-Not with anybody...”

You’ve certainly made yourself squirt before but it was unintentional and definitely didn’t compare to the way Yoongi was making you feel.

He grins, nibbling on the shell of your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine, “I think you’re about to, I can feel how tight you are around my fingers. Do you want to cum all over my hand jagiya?”

“Mhm-” You whimper, tucking both of your lips between your teeth as you try your hardest not to moan, “Yoongi...”

Yoongi can feel how hard he is now, his swollen dick nearing the edges of pain from neglect but, his focus is entirely on you and making sure you get yours before he thinks of himself.

“Are you gonna say my name when you cum beautiful?” He whispers, quickening his pace once again, his grin broadening when you nod rapidly in his neck, your legs spreading further to the point where he’s having to fight against the mattress to keep at it.

“On your dick- please? Please can I cum on your dick?” You plead, sucking on his neck now, not fully coherent because all you can think about is cumming.

“Oh my fucking god.” He groans, shaking his head

He’s never heard you ask for his dick like that before and, who is he to deny his perfect girlfriend the throne she so aptly deserves?

“Come get it baby.” He pleads, pulling back to look into your eyes, “Come take it, it’s yours, use it...”

You’re on him seconds later and his fucking up into you with everything he has, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood so he doesn’t wake his roommates.

With your hand over your mouth, you whine into your palm as your orgasm approaches. Yoongi smirks proudly at you, saying everything you need to hear to push you over the edge.

“Beautiful...you’re so beautiful.”

“Please cum for me...”

“Cum all over me.”

“I love you...”

Yoongi’s successful in his plan to make you squirt and by the time he finishes inside of you, you’re a proper mess.

The orgasm he’s given you is intense and for once, you’re the one shaking in his arms, trying to get your wits about you. Lovingly, Yoongi places kisses all over your face and the side of your head, his big hands massaging gently into your back as he helps you come down, even though he’s attempting to relax after his own orgasm.

“D-damn you, that was not the plan.” You mutter, playfully nibbling on his shoulder

He chuckles warmly, still kissing on you, “It wasn’t a part of your plan but, let’s just assume that my plan will forever involve making you cum like that, that was- shit that was really hot.”

“Yoongiiiiii....” You whine, feeling very needy and slightly embarrassed, “You made me ruin the sheets though, I feel bad.”

You hear him scoff incredulously, “Yoongiiiiiii I’m so sorry my beautiful body just had a powerful orgasm all over your sheets, how rude of me, I’m so disrespectful.” He imitates your voice playfully, chuckling louder as you wack him against the shoulder, still hiding away in his neck.

“Shut uppppppp.”

“You are always the one making me cum so hard that I question my sanity. After everything you’ve been through with me today, I wanted to return the favor. You did exactly what you deserved to do; if we didn’t have a flight to catch tomorrow, I’d have my hand in your panties all over again.”

Yoongi's bedroom is dark now as the TV has turned itself off due to lack of activity but, despite the absence of light, you can still feel how wet the sheets are beneath your bodies.

It has you all shy for some reason, reminding you that although you usually take the dominant role in the bedroom, you still have a desire to be small, to be held, to be taken care of...

It felt good to let him do that.

“Thank you.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his back, pecking the side of his neck, “It was amazing, you’re amazing.”

He smiles in the darkness, “You deserve it.” He thumbs across the cheek that isn't hidden away in his neck, “Are you going to let me take care of you more often? Have I proven myself worthy mistress?”

The nickname isn’t something he’s used before and it both amuses you and intrigues you all at once. You laugh, nodding in agreement, kissing his skin again, “Mhm, more than worthy.”

Yoongi knows he has to change the sheets.

He knows the two of you need to get some sleep.

But for the moment, he wants to stay still.

He wants to love on you and make you feel all the things you make him feel.

He wants to do everything you’ve done for him.

He’s in this for the long haul and he knows it.

This is that forever kind of love.

That I want to marry you kind of love.

That I adore every inch of you kind of love.

He’s found it, it’s all his and he wants to spend the rest of life proving to you how grateful he is.

...how in love he is.

….how lucky he is.

“I love you.” He whispers

“I love you too.”

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The loneliest time of the year || Part two

Part 2 of 4

Summary: With a broken heart and the fear of having failed as a father, Frankie returns to his parents house for Christmas. What is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year feels quite lonely. Though when an old friend shows up unexpectedly with her young son in tow, Frankie’s Christmas seems to gain a little more happiness. Can they help each other fight the ghosts of their pasts and overcome their fears ?

A/N: This is part of my 12 days of Christmas / Advent special. Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated.

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Four messed up pies

By the morning of December 9th a heavy blanket of snow rests upon the world like a tick coat of marshmallow fluff.

A restlessness surges through Frankie as he turns from his left to his right to his back then repeats the process all over again. He kicks away the blankets then pulls them back. Sleep doesn’t come easy these days. In fact sleep hasn’t come easy in a while. It’s a price you have to pay for leading the life he leads, has led. For doing the job he did. You see things, bad things, and they stay with you. Not always but in the quiet moments they creep back into your mind and all you can do is stare and hope they fade again soon. Fill your brain with other things. Occupy your mind.

It’s moments like these that his fingers are twitching and his body is aching for release. For something to numb his mind. Help him forget.

There aren’t a lot of things that Frankie is proud of. In fact he can count them on one hand. One of them is his ability to fly. He's a damn good pilot … most of the time. (He is when someone doesn’t force him to navigate an overloaded plane across the Andes). He’s proud of Rosie. Despite his flaws and shortcomings he managed to create something so utterly perfect, that’s something to be proud of. And the. There’s the little coin in the pocket of his jacket. The one he fumbles with whenever he’s anxious or stressed. It’s gold and smooth and it proudly displays a big number 10 in the middle of a triangle on the front of the coin.

10 months. That’s a proud achievement.

It could be more. It should be more! He really tried but after coming home from Colombia, one man less than they went in, after his girlfriend broke up with him and took Rosie with her. After everything. He needed the psi to stop. Just for one goddamn minute. He felt immediate regret wash over him when he woke up the next morning. Called Pope. Entered a 12 step program.

10 months and he feels better. He likes himself more now. But in those 10 months the voices have gotten louder, the images clearer, his heart feels heavier.

With sleep being so far out of reach, he kicks off the blanket and drags his body out of bed. The smell of coffee hits his nose as soon as he steps out of his room, it drifts from the kitchen all the way up the stairs.

His parents are sitting by the kitchen counter, mom holding onto a big steaming mug of coffee while his dad is deeply invested in the morning. Paper, glasses perched low on his nose. This is home, it sends him straight back to his childhood. If only, he thinks, if only he could provide this sense of warmth and domesticity for his own child.

A knock on the front door shakes him from his thoughts. As he swings it open, a sharp sting of cold winter air whips at him, nips at his nose, his ears and his bare feet.

“Frankie hey, oh sorry did I wake you?”

(Y/N) is once again bundled up in layers of cozy clothes, keeping her warm and sheltered from the harsh weather. She looks cute. Absolutely fucking adorable. But in that moment, he doesn’t really notice that. Doesn’t notice Leo standing behind her either. His entire attention rests on the steaming pie she holds in her hands.

“You made a pie?”

“She made 4.” Leo speaks up, his voice dripping with irritation and annoyance.

“Thanks for throwing me under the bus, dude!”

Frankie regards the exchange with a fond smile pulling at the corners of his lips. There’s something so distinctly familiar in the way she interacts with her son, so unapologetically her. The way she’s always been. But now grown up entirely. A mother.

“Why did you make 4 pies?” He asks, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Well I didn’t plan on making 4. The first one I mistook salt for sugar so you can imagine how it tasted. The second one I put way too much sugar in, might’ve been trying to compensate for my mistake with the first one but yeah that one did end up in the trash as well. The third … well I got pretty invested in an episode of unsolved mysteries and forgot it was in the oven so it turned out um — “

“Black. It was burned to a crisp.” Leo chimes up again, this time more amused than annoyed by his mother’s baking escapades.

“Yeah. It burned. But number 4 is looking pretty good.”

She looks up at Frankie with a smile so radiant it rivals the sun reflecting on the snowy ground. Pride shines in her eyes as she holds the pie towards him.

“Did you make me a pie?”

“Not exactly. It’s mostly for your folks. They agreed to watch this one while I got shopping for his Christmas presents.” (Y/N) explains, her tumb motioning towards the little boy over her shoulder. “This is a thank you to them for being literal angels. “

“Oh man you wouldn’t be saying that if you had to live with them growing up. I can’t tell you how many times dad unplugged my console while I was in the middle of a game.”

It’s a joke, of course it is. He really lucked out in the parents department and he’s not too proud or too shy to admit it. Maybe, he thinks, the good parent gene might’ve skipped a generation with him. His ex will surely agree with that statement.

“Hey uh — you mind having some company while shopping ?”

“You wanna go shopping for toys?”

“I need to get some presents for my daughter.”

“Oh that’s right, you have a kid too. “

He doesn’t blame her for not remembering. He doesn’t strike people as the father type. And really, he hasn’t seen his little one in quite some time.doesn’t see her during the entire Christmas time. Is he really much of a father anyway?

“Sure yeah! I’d love some company.”

Maybe, Frankie thinks, this will help him drown out the voice. Those that tell him bad thoughts, whisper mean things. Maybe it will help him filter out the images. The blood. The suffering.

Frankie was never overly fond of the extreme commercialization of what should be a peaceful family holiday. But maybe this year he is,a little bit at least. Because those bright colors, the loud noises, the crowds, the ads assaulting you from every corner, that all will help drown out the dark. At least for a moment.

“Alright lemme just get changed real quick.”

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Five days a week

“What the fuck is this?”

“It’s uh … it’s a … a game?”

“A game where you have to catch a piece of … poop.”

A wave of laughter tumbles from (Y/N)’s lips as Frankie holds up the brightly colored box, proudly displaying a drawing of a smiling turd.

“It’s so dumb. And that says a lot coming from me, I can appreciate a good fart joke. But this is …. this is just dumb. “

“ It's what the kids these days want. I guess …”

“Would you buy this for Leo?”

“Absolutely not,” (Y/N) replies before taking the box from his hand and placing it back on the shelf between several more games of a similar kind. “But he wouldn’t like it anyway. Leo likes books and animals and fantasy movies. He’s so smart sometimes I wonder where he got it from.”

“You kidding me?” Frankie exclaims, “you’re so smart and if I remember correctly, you always carried around books when you were younger.”

(Y/N) just shrugs at his words though Frankie can’t make out a faint blush of red dusting her cheeks. “Leo is such an easy kid, always has been. Sometimes I wonder if that’s really the way he is or if he just tries to be that way because of me. Because he knows that I have to do all the parenting by myself and he feels he’s responsible for helping me along.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re doing good with him. Least you know what to get him for Christmas, what he cares about, what he’s interested in.”

His heart feels so heavy. His words seem to weigh down on his tongue like a stack of bricks. To admit your own failures to yourself is one thing, to admit them to someone else is quite another story.

“What do you mean ?”

“I — I have no idea what to get for Rosie. I don’t even know when I’ll see her next. She stays with her mom 5 days a week. I only get her on the weekends and even then her mom often finds a reason not to let her stay. Special occasions? I don’t get to spend those with her. Bet she doesn’t even recognize me anymore next time. She’s just a baby …”

This can’t be happening. He’s not going to start crying in the middle of a Toys R Us like a hyperactive toddler on a temper tantrum. Not in front of a beautiful girl who has been nothing but kind to him. This can’t be happening.

(Y/N)’s hand settles on his arm with a gentle touch. Almost as if she’s afraid he’ll break any minute now. And honestly, he might.

“Tell me about Rosie. I know she means the world to you and that’s all that matters Frankie. You’re trying. You’re trying so hard and I’m sure there’s lots about her that you know that no one else does. She’s your baby too. So tell me about her and we’ll figure out what to get her.”

And so they sit down on a swing set, one that’s definitely not meant for adults to sit on and have deep discussions, and Frankie starts talking. Once he starts it’s like a cork has been popped. It pours out of him, all of his pride and admiration and love for Rosie. All that has been brewing for so long now bubbles over.

“... and she, she loves cuddling onto my chest and just listens to me. She doesn’t understand a word but she looks at me with her big beautiful eyes and it feels like I’m telling her all the biggest secrets of the universe the way she looks at me. Sometimes I sing and she — she falls asleep immediately.”

“That’s adorable.”

“Nah I think it's because my rendition of Eric Clapton is just real bad and boring.”

Their laughter is quiet, almost as if they are afraid of breaking the spell of this moment. Sometimes you find yourself at your most vulnerable during the big moments of your life and sometimes you do in the middle of a Toys R Us, sitting on a swingest that just barely holds your weight while a plastic giraffe looks over your shoulder and Kacey Musgrave’s rendition of “I’ll be home for Christmas” plays over the same overhead speakers that have been installed there in 1983.

“I just don’t want to disappoint her.”

He’s already disappointing himself and that hurts bad enough.

“Frankie, let me be honest with you. She’s a baby, she’s not gonna care what you get for her. This is more about you than her. Whatever you get she’s gonna like it. Babies are easy to please, gets harder the older they get. We’ll find something cute for her but um … I think you should call her.”

“She’s a baby, she doesn’t have a phone yet.”

“ Really? I had Leo on a newborn data plan the second he popped out.”

Frankie raises his eyebrow in confusion.

“I was joking you dingus. Of course you’re gonna call her mom. There’s this thing, I don’t know if you’ve heard about it, it’s called FaceTime. You can actually see ther person on the other side. “

“ Very funny. I know what facetime is … “

“ Then call them. You said it yourself, the little one doesn’t understand a word of what you’re saying but that doesn’t matter. You’re there. You’re showing interest and taking initiative. It shows you care. And I think seeing her might be good for you too, even if it’s not in person.”

“ You know, that sounds like a pretty good plan. “

“ Yeah? “ she asks him, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes, in her voice, in her entire being.

“ Yeah. “

“ Alright! Now let’s go find some presents for the little princess. May I suggest a cellphone? “

This time her laughter isn’t quite. It’s loud and radiant and the way her own joke amuses herself, is so goddamn endearing to Frankie.

“ Ah shut up. “ he replies though his voice too is dipped in amusement as he throws his arm around her shoulders and they walk down the shiny linoleum floor, past dolls and teddy bears and Star Wars action figures.

And it feels right. Like the fit together perfectly. Like puzzle pieces slotting into place.

And that feeling is damn scary.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Six-hour flights.

The floor of (Y/N)’s living room is covered in wrapping paper. Reds and greens and silvers and golds hide what once was a nice dark cherry wood floor. There are bows and ribbons and gift tags in all shapes and sizes and colors.

“ Looks like Santa’s workshop in here, “ Frankie exclaims as he drops down on the floor next to her. All the presents they’ve purchased, neatly lined up in front of them, ready to be wrapped. Though to be fair, Frankie is quite sure he’s not gonna do a lot of wrapping himself. Sometimes you gotta admit defeat. And he ain’t too proud to admit that he is a horrible, horrible wrapper.

“ Yeah, I know I’m making a big fuss over things like this. Wrapping and the tree and stuff like that. I just — I don’t know it just makes me happy when I see that my actions put a smile on the faces of the people I love. “

“ Oh I wasn't judging. It’s sweet. “

For a while they stay in comfortable silence. Just them and the radio playing old Christmas songs. (Y/N)’s hands do quick work on the presents, Santa’s elves would be jealous.

It’s the first time in a long time, that silence doesn’t make him feel uncomfortable. That it doesn’t open up the gates for the voices to grow louder and the bad images to consume his head. No, this silence feels comfortable. It’s soft and warm. It’s tinted in golds and reds.

Maybe, he thinks, maybe seeking the company of someone who exudes joy and warmth does him good. Someone who knows him but not the bad. Never the bad. The faults, yes, the fears even, but not the blood that stains his hands or the vices he so desperately tries to fight.

“ What was the best Christmas present you ever got? “ (Y/N) speaks up as she glides a pair of scissors along the ribbon turning it into shiny curls.

“ Millennium Falcon playset.”

“ You and a million other little boys. “

“True. What can I say, I was easily pleased. What was yours ?”

(Y/N) thinks for a moment before a wistful smile settles on her face.

“My bubblegum pink roller skates.”

“Oh, I remember those!”

And he did. Squeaky pink roller skates with 4 pastel blue wheels and glittery silver laces.

“I remember the following summer all you did was skate up and down the street. “

“Yeeeah but that wasn’t entirely because of the skates.”

Frankie combs his hair from his face, he really needs to get it cut, and looks at her in confusion. “Huh?”

Another chuckle falls from (Y/N) ‘s lips. “I can’t believe you didn’t notice.”

“ Notice what?”

“That I had the biggest crush on you.”

Frankie is grateful for the fact that he’s not taking a sip of his drink right then, it surely would’ve ended in a spit-take. He was a nerdy kid, a nerdy teenager too. Kinda shy, a little lost. He wasn’t usually the boy that girls fancied.

“Me? You had a crush on me? “

It doesn’t make sense, not really. She was the one that was fascinating and exciting. Though he didn’t think of her that way when they were kids, he knew she was beautiful even back then. He hadn’t been interested in her romantically because she was a few years younger but that didn’t meanie didn’t realize the magic she held.

“Yes, you. You were cool, Frankie. You were older and you knew stuff about cars and planes and you could name every Star Wars spaceship and you had a skateboard. “

“I was a horrible skater.”

“Sure but it wasn’t so much about the skating as it was about the aesthetic. You were cool and you still are cool”

Frankie shrugs his shoulder nonchalantly. She thought he was cool, still does. No one ever thought he was cool. He isn’t a smooth talker like Pope and even he himself can admit that look wise he isn’t even playing in the same league as Will and Benny. But if (Y/N) thinks he’s cool that must mean something. Right ?

“You were the one traveling all over the world with your dad and you thought I was cool?”

She sets down the scissors, let’s her hands rest on her lap. There’s a sense of nervousness exuding from her now. Like the words she wants to speak are resting on the tip of her tongue and yet they are so difficult to speak.

“Maybe that was part of it too. I never had a real home. Nothing stable at least. Except for my grandparents’ house. This was home and you were, you are, forever entwined with my idea of home. Sometimes I missed this place so much that I’d sit in my room and my little brain would think of all the fun adventures we could go on if only I was old enough to hop on a 6 hour flight by myself. I’d ask grandma about you every time I called and she always told me what trouble you got into.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yeah and that only made you more exciting in my eyes. Then she’d offer to let me speak to you but I was too chicken shit to do it. Thought you might look right through my facade and realize how into you I was.”

“I was so oblivious, I can assure you I wouldn’t have noticed.”

“Well … it’s too late now.”

“I guess so. Just — next time you fall in love with me let me know, alright.”

Her laugh rings through the room like bells, like songs, like whispers of a childhood magic long forgotten.

“That only sounds fair. It’s a deal.”

“Good, now …. would you mind wrapping my gifts for Rosie?”

“Nope, but in return would you come see Leo’s play with me next week? My dad can’t come and I think Leo would like to have some more people there that support him. And he seems to think you’re cool so …”

“Huh guess if you both think so it must be true.”

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Of course I’ll come. “

She smiles and it sends a weird flicker through him. Like fire, like electricity.

“ Now let me teach you how to curl the ribbon properly.”

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itswildwinters · 4 years

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Seeing as it’s the holidays for me, I’ve had time to read (and re-read) quite a lot of fics, and I felt like sharing some of them with you. It’s my first time doing a fic recs post, so I hope it’s useful and not too much of a mess, especially since it’s quite long!

If you do end up reading any of these stunning fanfics, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show your appreciation!

Enjoy!! ✩

✩ baby blue by @soldouthaz (39k)

summary: Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

I loved the dynamic between Cowboy Harry and Celebrity Louis. What I also really enjoyed about this fanfic is that the depiction of farm life was accurate. The way the story is written really gets you into action, so that you can picture everything quite well through the Louis-centric third point of view.

✩ The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

summary: Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

A/B/O fanfic. I loved how Alpha Harry acted upon seeing Louis for the first time. You can really feel the tension and attraction through the screen, which is one of my all time favourite things. The way their relationship builds up is a delight, and Louis is a darling and so courageous in the end with how he deals with Harry, even when Harry is being an idiot. The connection they have at the end... just wow!

✩ fae series: Boiling Blood Will Circulate and Warming The Air Of The World by @crazyupsetter (42k and 3k)

summary of Boiling Blood Will Circulate: The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

I am a sucker for fantasy/supernatural fanfics, and this one is absolutely incredible. The suspense in there is well-built, and the dynamic between Louis and Harry leaves you hungry for more. There’s a lot of blood in this series, so if you’re not into that you should be careful, but for me the author really puts into perspective how complicated and different from mankind faeries are.

✩ With a whimper by @kitundercover (132k)

summary: Dystopian AU. Louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and Harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

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The man grips his arm tightly. “You’re not going to say anything.” It’s not a question.

Louis shakes his head, his body twitching.

“Fine.” Large green eyes survey him before letting go. “It’s cold. Take this. Wear it.”

Louis can’t help another flinch as the man’s long scarf is wrapped around his tender neck, it’s still warm. He touches the soft material. “Thank you.”

The man bears his teeth. “Don’t thank me. Don’t ever thank me.”

If you are into dystopian works, and doesn’t mind violence, blood and gore, this fic will make your day! I loved the world-building, the way it’s written, how Louis’ character is portrayed and how strong he is. I just couldn’t stop reading once I began. The secrets of the plot, the fear of the characters, and the curiosity that sparks within you as you read contribute into making this fic a unique one that’s so worth the read.

✩ Soaked In The Blood Of Angels by @crazyupsetter (40k)

summary: The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

Another magnificent creatures/fantasy fanfic. The writing is absolutely exquisite, and I love how hard to get Louis is. The violence between Louis and Harry might bother some people, but to me it really spiced up their relationship and made Louis and Harry, who are creatures of gloom, particularly interesting and even real, somehow.

✩ Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl (40k)

summary: They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

Where do I start? I usually don’t like fake-relationship AUs since most of the time Louis and Harry are famous, which make it less fun to me. But in this fic, they’re students and Harry is a frat boy while Louis is a nerd, but it’s not cliché or anything. It’s actually so well-written and the relationship between Louis and Harry takes time to progress which I absolutely love, seeing as I am a sucker for slow burn. Harry is so sweet as a frat boy, and Louis is an angel. Really loved reading this.

✩ at your fingertips by @risthebrave (27k)

summary: He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

Or, Louis really should have seen it coming.

Besides being well-written, the whole plot is quite original. I absolutely loved Louis in there, especially since all of his insecurities made me relate to him. He’s so sweet, and I’m glad Harry was there to get him to open-up and see how amazing he is. I had so many moments of secondhand embarrassment haha, and they made the fic all the more amazing. Honestly, what really struck me in this fic is how the author managed to make Harry such an amazing person, and how intrepid Louis is while he learns to overcome his insecurities.

✩ Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

summary: Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

It was such a joy to read this fic. Even though Harry pissed me off on more than one occasion, I took great satisfaction in how Louis ignored him or replied with one of his witty comebacks. The plot twist was just awesome and Harry’s stubbornness ended up being very much welcome.

✩ push you out, pull you back in by @behisoneandonly (31k)

summary: Harry grips his head in his hands helplessly, yanking the base of his dark curls and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the strands of his hair.

“Hey, hey,” says the petite stranger in front of him, quickly standing up. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself.”

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Or Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

Oh my god, this was truly wonderful. The size difference made me go crazy! The smut was just wow too. What really made this fic so incredible is how protective of Harry Louis is, and how Louis seems to just... understand Harry despite his issues. Jealous Harry also! I loved it. Moreover, Louis’ character is literally perfect in this.

✩ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense (52k)

summary: Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

I’ve read and re-read this. I love Louis and Harry’s dynamic, and how they solve their troubles in the end. Harry is such a sweet soul, and Louis deserves the world!

✩ Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

summary: For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

What really drew me in is that I’ve never before seen a larry fanfic on the Lion King, and honestly? It was so beautiful. The way the author made the plot of the cartoon go along with the A/B/O world was truly surprising, and absolutely interesting to read. Also, when Louis is introduced to the modern world? It’s such a sweet part of the fic.

✩ a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

summary: The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

Trailer park Harry? HELL YEAH! The concept has been going on in the fandom for so long that when I saw someone finally wrote it, I was genuinely excited. And I wasn’t disappointed! The writing is wonderful and the way Louis and Harry grow closer is just so sweet. Loved it!

✩ The Healing Song series: The Healing Song and The Wedding by 2204 (111k and 3k)

summary of The Healing Song: Louis was carrying the large stuffed elephant like it was a baby, it’s trunk hanging over his shoulder and down his back and it’s front legs were resting around his neck, like it was hugging him. Said elephant was a present from Louis’ close friend Steve, who had thought Louis needed something to hug on bad days and had gifted him with a stuffed elephant the size of a one year old.

Steve had been right. Some days Louis did need something to hug, and this elephant was as good as anything.

Louis was having one of the rougher days. The harmonious state of the anxiety free life of a fearless Louis had ended the week after he met with Harry. It ended as abruptly as it had started. It was like pushing a button. Lights out. Almost as if the universe said “You’ve had your fun, crazy one, now go be sick�� and slammed the door in his face.

Or where Louis is a single father of two, suffering from PTSD, and Harry is there providing soulmatey and loving support while he heals the wounds of past abuse.

God, this fic I swear! This made me cry, laugh, scream... this is a roller-coaster of emotions. It’s quite a hard fic to read, because it deals with past abuse and trauma. And it’s even harder knowing this story is based on real life events that the author went though. But the way it’s written, the way Harry helps Louis through his struggles and issues, it’s so beautiful and inspiring.

✩ Sunrise and Pixie Dust by @moonyblouie (14k)

summary: Harry's taking a walk at sunrise in the forest he knows like the back of his hand when the wind starts blowing, the sky turns pink, and golden glitter starts to fall from the sky. He’s not sure about what’s happening, but when he comes face to face with a gorgeous winged-creature, he can’t help but be immediately mesmerized.

Or an AU in which Harry finds himself crossing the borders between two worlds.

I loved this, the smut is so hot!! But the end... I really hope there will be a sequel! But other than that, the way Louis is written? Wonderful!

✩ Weightless by @smittenwithlouis (25k)

summary: He hopes that Harry still thinks of him. God knows Louis thinks of him every day.

Or: Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

This was... just amazing, honestly. I loved loved loved every time Louis interacted with dragons, I could picture it and it’s just so so sweet. The way Louis is concerned about Harry’s safety, and Harry’s will to make Louis’ life better, to give him the freedom he deserves... it’s just beautiful.

✩ The Blood of Love by @mugglemirror (25k)

summary: Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

I absolutely loved this! The plot, the writing, the suspense, the secrets... everything was on spot and left me yearning for more. The atmosphere really makes the reader completely engrossed into what’s going on, and the end doesn’t disappoint. Dark fics have always been something that I enjoy reading, and this one definitely didn’t disappoint. Just wow!

✩ Latibule by @quelquesetoiles

summary: Louis had worked in the infamous resort placed in the median point of all worlds for longer than he could remember. He went through everyday with a soul-crushing emptiness filling his mind, going through the same routine over and over again. Despite all the happenings around him, his soul never wavered, his emotions stayed superficial, and nothing took his breath away anymore.

Nothing, except the intoxicating smell of lavender and the contemplating green eyes that came along for the ride every now and again. His heart always seemed to wake up full force whenever those pretty lips formed around even prettier, yet empty promises, and he felt the magic sizzle in his bones again only when contact was made between the divine body and his own deceivingly normal one. He hated it for the fact he really didn’t.

Or : A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

I have read this at least three times, that’s how good this fic is. I am a sucker for mythology, like truly, and Louis and Harry’s dynamic in there had me screaming! Jealous Harry is the best thing, and the semi plot twist at the end made my heart jump. But besides the universe we readers are diving into, it’s also the writing that’s left me pleasantly drunk. The words flow together perfectly, at after each paragraph you just long for more. Also the pet names!!! Just beautiful.

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If there’s any mistakes, please let me know!

#fic recs

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you’re so obtuse but i love you anyway: au where sirius doesn’t go to azkaban, and james and lily don’t die, and sirius and remus work at hogwarts, in conjunction with the wolfstar nerds discord server.

sirius is chaperoning a hogsmeade weekend. he wears his leather jacket, emblazoned with padfoot across the back, and his favorite sex pistols jumper to the outing.

1.7k words of fluff

the sunshine streaming in to the room is a lie if you ask sirius. the warm glow of the morning dapples in through the windows, and casts the most glorious light on remus’s dirty blonde waves, and illuminates the splattering of caramel freckles on remus’s nose. it truly is a sight to behond, and if sirius didn’t feel so utterly cynical about the sun right now, he’d probably thanking merlin that he gets to see remus looking this beautiful and peaceful. but the sun is a liar. april in scotland has no business pretending to be warm the way it does. the sun beaming down on the grass looks so fucking lovely that he shouldn’t need a coat, and yet the temperature is still a cool 45 degrees.

he’s lucky that he isn’t expected to dress with the formality does to teach, he’s lucky, because it means he can pull on the acid washed sex pistols jumper remus has been wearing around their quarters recently, that smells like him, to chaperone his third years at hogsmeade. he’s so grateful that he and remus are here, together, teaching. in their youth, they had never really grasped what life would be like beyond the war. he and james had discussed it once, but they never got further into the conversation then maybe we’ll be quidditch players. and puddlemere united didn’t want someone like him on the team. james didn’t want to go out for the trial when he had a new baby at home. so instead, sirius and remus had settled for a bit. they had a spell of muggle london, and they had loved every minute of it. they had relaxed into routines of going to clubs, going on dates, perfecting recipes, and living in domestic bliss. but eventually, that had come to an end, and they needed something to occupy their days. sirius was thankful that the war had ended, and that dumbledore had offered him a job at his alma mater, teaching defense against the dark arts, no less. it had always been a class he deemed useful, despite how close to home it hit for him. he and remus were back in the castle they had forged their relationship in, walking the same walls they walked in their youth. and now, he was off to watch a new generation of students do the same thing, taking their friends to hogsmeade and courting each other over a chocolate bar.

he thin fingers wrap around the soft fabric of the jumper, and the feeling of warmth, of a closeness to his lover, radiates through him from the contact. it makes his chest ache in the best way to have access to remus’s clothes like this, and to be able to wear them without fear. there had been so much to be afraid of, so many hurdles to overcome in this castle the first time. but the world was a different place, four short years ago when he graduated. he pulls the jumper over his head, and the smell of parchment, oak, and earth overwhelms him. it could make him cry tears of joy, if he thought too hard about it. he slips on his drainpipe jeans, and his chuck taylor trainers. remus had always been fond of them, and who was sirius to deny his boyfriend the simple pleasures in life. he puts on the kettle, as usual for his morning routine, and heads toward a mirror to style his hair. he’s finally gotten his inky strands to lay just right when he hears remus stirring in bed. the part of his mind that he thinks accounts for his wit forces a smug smile on his face, because he can’t help the way he immediately feels pride knowing when remus will wake up, given his routine. just on time.

when remus finally sits up in bed, the kettle is ready. so instead of returning empty handed, sirius waltzes back towards the four poster bed with to mugs in toe, one tea black with a heaping scoop of sugar, one with milk and honey in the perfect balance for his snobbish, tea drinker boyfriend. there’s a light smile on his face, and he hands off the beverage before he even has the time to greet remus with a sweet good morning moonbeam.

“cariad bore da” remus smiles, his eyes still hazy in his early morning sleepiness.

“morning, love.” sirius smiles, although he’d be a liar if he said he’d actually been told what those words meant. through context clues, he’d figured it out long ago. it’s the same way remus greets him every morning, with the same pet name he’d been given all those years ago in sixth year.

“you’re chaperone today, right?” “yeah, ‘m right chuffed about it honestly.” “oh, i’m sure you are.” remus grins, because he knows that sirius “i’m super punk” black loves chaperoning the kids on hogsmeade weekends. he loves to impart any wisdom he has at zonko’s. he loves to come back with little surprises, like a new book or some chocolates for remus.

“so you’ll be back around dinner, then, yeah?”

“should be. i’ve got to shove off, if i don’t want minnie to have my arse for being late.”

sirius pulls remus into a kiss, and it’s so full of the love and peace they’ve made for themselves, right here, in this home. if sirius was being honest, he’s probably never been more at ease, even with the snivelling greasy git of snape roaming the halls with him. he pulls on his leather jacket and makes a move for the door.

“oi, sirius black! you’re really gonna walk out of here in that jacket, and my jumper, right now. that’s fucking unfair.”

“moony, i’ll be walking back in here in your jumper and this jacket in a couple of hours.” he laughs. he tosses his hair over his shoulder to make eye contact with remus as he reaches for the door, and he definitely doesn’t pretend not to notice the way remus gives him a once over with a love sick smile adorning his face.

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when sirius arrives in hogsmeade, he does as he’s supposed to. he keeps an eye on the kids, seating himself on a bench to keep track of who’s going in and out of zonkos. he’s already taken care of his errands in the small town for the day, a tiny package secured in the zipped pocket of his jacket, and a bar of chocolate for remus in his other pocket, patiently waiting for when he returns to their chambers in the evening. he doesn’t expect to see liz tuttle and penny haywood walking up to him, eyes wide and giggling over something. neither seemed like the pranking type, and most of the students knew that that was truly his specialty on these trips.

“professor black!” penny calls, and he looks up from his book to acknowledge them.

“alright girls?”

“we just had a question for you.” liz begins, her eyes fixed intently on his jacket. he isn’t exactly shocked, really, neither penny nor liz had ever asked him about it, but that didn’t mean plenty of other students hadn’t had inquiries about his proclivity for muggle fashion, or the fact that he never wore robes. both he and remus dressed much more like muggles than the majority of the hogwarts staff, and students were bound to have questions about muggle casual clothes.

“what’s a padfoot?” liz asks. she was clearly the bolder of the two, but penny was also a joy in his class.

“sorry– what?”

“padfoot? you’re always wearing that jacket, and it says padfoot across the back. what’s it mean?”

sirius can feel his lips curling into a smile, but he simply shakes his head. he couldn’t tell them it was his nickname. not when the map, which was still in the castle, clearly stated messr. padfoot on it. he could deny any connection to the map, should it come up, if no one knew it was his nickname.

“it’s a muggle joke, girls. don’t worry about it.”

“is that–” penny starts, but liz shoots her some kind of look that sirius has neither the time nor the energy to decode. “is that the jumper professor lupin wears all the time?”

that however, does get a reaction out of him. the young man can feel his cheeks going read at the question, because he really didn’t think these kids took so much stock of his and remus’s closet, and it was his jumper anyways, why shouldn’t he wear it?

“‘s a matter of fact, yeah, it is.”

“oh– you two must have been very good friends while you were at hogwarts if you share clothes.”

“yeah, friends.” sirius agrees, resigned to the fact that he knew remus didn’t want everyone talking about their relationship. sure, it had been four years since they attended hogwarts, but that didn’t mean the bigotry they had experienced no longer existed. and they were so happy here, it would be ridiculous to jeapordize it, if students’ parents found out about them.

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when sirius returns for the evening, he’s in just as breezy of a mood as when he left. he’s got a shit eating grin on his face, because he’s overwhelmed with joy every time he spends a moment alone with remus. as soon as he’s back, he’s finding his place with his arms wrapped around remus, and his lips pressing gentle, loving kisses into his boyfriend’s hair.

“i got you something today.”

“you always get me something when you’re chaperoning.”

“if i want to spoil you moonshine, i’m going to.”

sirius pulls the small package out of one pocket, and the bar of chocolate out of the other. when remus’s hands pull the wrapper off of the smaller of the two boxes, and open what’s inside, the joy on his face is something that sirius is sure could rival any magic, or any god.

“just wanted to say i love you.” sirius whispers, watching as remus slips the modest silver band on his finger.

“i love you too.”

#springsteen/madonna au #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #r/s #domestic bliss #fluffy af #wolfstar-nerds #my writing

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"LITTLE WOMEN" (2017) Review

"LITTLE WOMEN" (2017) Review There have been a good number of adaptations of Louisa May Alcott's 1868-69 novel, "Little Women". Although it was not the first adaptation ever made, the first one I had ever seen was the two-part 1978 miniseries that aired on NBC. But the most recent adaptation I have seen also aired on television. It was Heidi Thomas' three-part miniseries that aired on the BBC in 2017.

For some reason "LITTLE WOMEN" - or at least this adaptation - has failed to win any acclaim in compare to the 1994 and 2019 movies. At least with the American press. The British press, on the other hand, seemed very impressed by Heidi Thomas' adaptation. Frankly, this situation seems like a case of national pride - a British television producer adapting a famous American novel. As for the American press - what can I say? Was this version of "LITTLE WOMEN" really that mediocre? Or was this a case of American journalists resenting the very British Heidi Thomas adapting Alcott's novel? I certainly had some quibbles regarding "LITTLE WOMEN". In an effort to be more politically correct, the miniseries featured two minor African-American characters - a badly wounded Union soldier and a wig maker in Concord, Massachusetts. I had no problems with the wig maker's presence. But I definitely had a problem with the presence of the wounded black soldier being nursed by Mr. March, the four protagonists' father, during the miniseries' first half hour. "LITTLE WOMEN" began right before Christmas 1861. The Union Army did not begin recruiting black soldiers until the mid-July 1862. The 2017 miniseries also featured another historical blooper. Sometime during the second episode, one of the characters mentioned the Battle of Ball's Bluff being recently fought. This is impossible, considering the battle was actually fought at least two months before the story began. I had a few other quibbles regarding "LITTLE WOMEN". As much as I had enjoyed his performances as the March family's neighbor, Mr. March, I must admit that I found Michael Gambon's American accent rather sketchy. Thomas made a mistake that many other adaptations made - she allowed one actress, namely Kathryn Newton, to portray the youngest March sibling, Amy. Newton is an excellent actress, but there were times when she seemed a bit too old to be portraying a pre-teen and later early teens Amy. The 1949 MGM movie allowed Amy, as portrayed by the 16-17 year-old Elizabeth Taylor, to be older than Beth. The production barely got away with this. But only the 1994 movie had cast two actresses to portray Amy - Kirsten Dunst (who was roughly 11 to 12 years old when that movie was shot) and later, Samantha Mathis. One last problem - or should I say quibble - bothered me about "LITTLE WOMEN". Hairstyles. Especially the hairstyles worn by one Josephine "Jo" March. I understand that Jo is considered the "tomboy" of the March family. And I could understand the casual or loose style in which she wore her hair during the first half of the story . . . and inside the family home. But there were times when she wore her hair in a similar manner when she was outside. And "tomboy" or not, I just cannot see Jo being so relaxed with her hair - at least not in public and not during the 1860s. Sometimes, I feel that this effort to portray Jo as a "free spirit" went a little too far. The American press had more problems with "LITTLE WOMEN". The main theme behind their dissatisfaction seemed to be criticisms of the production's "faithful" adaptation of Alcott's novel. In other words, the miniseries is a stridently conservative adaptation. It lacked - at least according to Sonia Sariya of "Vanity Fair" magazine - progress. Critics accused the miniseries of following Alcott's novel by allowing all of the sisters to adhere to the social dictates of mid-century United States. As I write this, I am trying to so hard not to punch my fist through my computer screen or scream in frustration. "LITTLE WOMEN" is an adaptation of a novel that was published in 1868, not 1968 or 2018. Or perhaps they were pissed that Jo ended up married to Professor Bhaer, which did not happen in Alcott's original ending (before it was changed). I keep forgetting that many of today's feminists believe that the only way a woman can achieve her dream or be "fulfilled" is by avoiding matrimony altogether. I also find it odd that none of these critics have demanded the same fate for the protagonists featured in any of the Jane Austen adaptations, including the recent movie, "EMMA". So, why dump this nonsense on this particular production? Because it was a British adaptation . . . of an American novel? I came away with the feeling that the overreaching theme for "LITTLE WOMEN" seemed to be personal self-satisfaction for its four major protagonists. This adaptation featured the first time Elizabeth "Beth" March, third and most reserved sister, being portrayed as someone who suffered from social anxiety disorder, instead of mere shyness. I had once come across an article on the Internet that claimed the recent 2019 movie adaptation had finally done justice to the youngest March sister and not portray her as a villain. I could only shake my head in confusion. I have never regarded Amy as a villain. Certainly not in this or any of the other adaptation of "Little Women". Yes, Amy could be vain, coddled and a bit spiteful. But she had to struggle to overcome some of her negative traits and at the same time, develop into a strong-minded woman who knew what she wanted in life - to become an artist and live a life beyond genteel poverty. The same could be said for the oldest March sister, Margaret "Meg". She starts out as a young woman, who is already regarded as ideal in the story. Some have criticized Meg for her desire for domestic bliss. Superficially, I believe there is nothing wrong with this. After all, it is a woman's right to choose what she wants in life. However, like Amy, Meg also harbored a desire to be both socially acceptable and wealthy. I never had a problem with Amy attaining this position, because I have always suspected she was emotionally suited to such a lifestyle. I believe Meg was a different story. I believe Meg had to learn to attain her desire for domestic bliss in a way that suited her, instead of Amy. And she had to realize that kowtowing to her great-Aunt March's demands for all of the March sisters to marry the "right men" (namely wealthy) and take their places within the upper-classes was not the way. At least for her. Meg's encounter with Laurie's British upper-class friends, the Vaughns, may have finally allowed her to question her previous desire to be socially acceptable. While viewing this miniseries, it had occurred to me that Josephine "Jo" March might the most complicated of the four sisters. Many admire Jo for her artistic ambitions to be a writer and her independent spirit. But I thought Heidi Thomas did an excellent job in conveying how Jo can sometimes be her own worst enemy. Despite her ambition to be a novelist, she was willing to waste her literary talents to create cheap melodramas to help support the family. Initially, I saw nothing wrong with this. However, Jo seemed doomed to continue wasting her talent with writing cheap melodramas. She probably would have continued this path if her parents and Professor Bhaer had not encouraged to take a chance and embrace her true artistic potential. Another aspect of this production that really impressed me was how Heidi Thomas made Jo's rejection of Laurie's marriage proposal more plausible. Clearer. This was especially apparent in scenes that featured Jo's quiet rejections of Laurie's romantic overtures, her final rejection of his marriage proposal and her conversation with her mother on why Laurie could never be the right husband for her. But it is obvious that Jo's biggest problem was her fear of losing her family - not only to death, but also to love and marriage. This explained her hostile attitude toward Meg's romance with John Brooke. Jo seemed to be afraid of growing up. And she seemed to dread that growing up would eventually mean losing her sisters. "LITTLE WOMEN" features some differences from Alcott's novel. Did these changes hurt the miniseries' narrative? Well, I some issues with Thomas' erroneous mentions of historical events of the Civil War. On the hand, I thought her portrayal of Beth suffering from social anxiety disorder was something of a masterstroke. The miniseries did not feature a great deal of Alcott's religious additions to the story . . . something I did not miss. There were other aspects from Alcott's story that was also missing - the family newspaper, the Pickwick Club, and the sisters' amateur dramatics. But honestly? I did not miss them. Earlier, I had criticized some of the hairstyles worn by actress Maya Hawke, during her portrayal of Jo March. However, I certainly cannot criticize Eimer Ni Mhaoldomhnaigh's costume designs. I do not regard them as among the best 1860s costumes I have seen on television or in the movies. But I thought they were pretty solid, as shown in the image below:

Knowing that this adaptation of Alcott's novel was a British production, I thought Susie Cullen's production designs did a first-rate job in converting the Ireland locations into mid-19th century Massachusetts, New York City and Great Britain. Considering the miniseries was shot in Ireland, perhaps Ms. Cullen's job proved to be easier than I had originally assumed. I certainly enjoyed Piers McGrail's photography for the miniseries. I found it beautiful, thanks to the colorful and sharp images. One of the best aspects of "LITTLE WOMEN" - at least for me - proved to be its cast. The 2017 miniseries featured solid performances from supporting players that include Julian Morris as John Brooke, Meg March's future husband; Helen Methven as the March family's housekeeper Hannah; Adrian Scarborough as Amy’s teacher, Mr. Davis; Kathleen Warner Yeates as Aunt Carroll; Richard Pepple as a local Concord wigmaker; along with Felix Mackenzie-Barrow and Mei Bignall as the visiting Vaughn siblings. But there were supporting performances that impressed me. Dylan Baker gave the most memorable portrayal of Mr. March, the sisters' father, I have seen on-screen. It helped that his character was never in danger of being pushed to the background, unlike other adaptations I have seen. Mark Stanley gave a very charming and intelligent performance as Professor Bhaer, the German scholar whom Jo befriended while working as a governess in New York City. Stanley made it very easy for me to see how Jo would find Professor Bhaer so attractive. I really enjoyed Angela Landsbury's portrayal of Mr. March's aunt, Aunt March. The actress did such a marvelous job in conveying the character's forthright and controlling nature. Michael Gambon's portrayal of the Marches' neighbor, the elderly Mr. Laurence. Gambon did an excellent job of developing the character from a reserved and forbidding man grieving over a recently deceased child to a wise and compassionate friend and grandparent. If I had to choose my favorite on-screen Mrs. March aka "Marmee" I have seen, the honor would go to Emily Watson. I really enjoyed how Watson portrayed Marmee as this wise, yet pragmatic woman struggling to keep her family together. Another excellent performance came from Jonah Hauer-King, the story's "boy-next-door" who became a close friend of the March sisters. I cannot deny that Hauer-King gave one of the most complex performances in the miniseries. He did an excellent job in conveying the positive aspects of Laurie's personality - including his charm and loyalty to the March famiy; and the character's more negative aspects - namely his impatience, his inability to understand Jo's intellectual pursuits and his own quick temper. Naturally, I had to turn my attention to the four actresses who portrayed the March sisters. Thanks to Thomas, actress Annes Elwy was given the opportunity to portray the reserved Beth March from the prospective of one suffering from social anxiety disorder. And Elway did an excellent job of conveying Beth's emotional disorder and the struggles she endured to overcome it. Earlier, I had complained that Kathryn Newton was too old to portray Amy March during the first two years of the war. And I stand by this complaint. But I cannot deny that I ended up enjoying Newton's performance of the ambiguous Amy anyway. And I am thankful she did not make the mistake of exaggerating her performance to portray a character seven to eight years younger - something that many actors and actresses tend to do. Someone had once complained that Willa Fitzgerald's portrayal of the oldest March sister, seemed "too mature". And I do not understand this complaint. Meg was not only the oldest sibling, but possessed a personality that led her to occasionally behave like a "quasi parent" to her younger sisters. And Fitzgerald did a first-rate job in portraying his aspect of Meg's personality and her role within the March family hierarchy. As for Maya Hawke - questionable hairstyle aside - I truly enjoyed her performance as the story's main protagonist, the artistic and tomboyish Josephine "Jo" March. She did a superb job in capturing the many complex textures of Jo's personality. More importantly, Hawke also did an excellent job of developing Jo from this gawky and outgoing personality to someone forced to grow into adulthood - even if a little reluctantly. It is a pity that Hawke's performance was never acknowledge with an acting nomination of any kind. In fact, it is a pity that very few have been able to truly appreciate this adaptation of Louisa May Alcott's novel. The three-part miniseries seemed to be overshadowed by two recent adaptations - Gillian Armstrong's 1994 film and Greta Gerwig's 2019 production. I am not putting these two films down. But as far as I am concerned, Heidi Thomas' miniseries strikes me as worthy as those two films. In fact, I feel it is just as worthy as other adaptations of the novel - including the 1933 film and the adaptation released in 1949. I honestly did not believe I would enjoy this adaptation as much I did. And I have to give kudos to Heidi Thomas for creating a superb adaptation. She was aptly supported by excellent direction from Vanessa Caswill and a first-rate cast led by Maya Hawke. I look forward to viewing this adaptation in years to come.

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MLHolidays2k19 4. Ornaments

Form the Miraculous Holiday Prompts here.

Lukanette, you know, because, me. Lukanette for life.

Anarka didn’t even blink when Marinette popped up on the gangplank. “Here to see Luka? He’s below,” Anarka said, jerking a thumb toward the door. “Go on down.”

Marinette did, blushing a bit. She’d been dating Luka for a while now, but it still embarrassed her to be called out on it so brazenly.

She found the downstairs had been rearranged a bit, which wasn’t the least bit uncommon for the chaotic family. There was no room for a real tree, but the Couffaines has used garlands and lights in zigzags to make a picture of a tree on the wall. One of the smaller couches had been moved to face it, and Luka was sitting there. The only light came from the “tree” and a lamp on the table at Luka’s elbow.

As usual he sensed her approach before she could speak and turned to greet her. Marinette felt a shiver as soon as his eyes locked on her. He was feeling emotional tonight, she could tell, and he looked at her with such warmth and affection that her knees went weak.

He raised one hand and beckoned her to join him, catching her hand as soon as she got close to pull her in. As soon as she was seated he put his arm around her and pressed his nose to her temple.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Marinette smiled, and let him pull her snug against his side and take her hand with his free one to hold in their laps. “I like your tree,” she said. “Creative approach.”

“Never let it be said the Couffaines are traditional,” he chuckled. “We just finished decorating it about an hour ago. It always gets to me a little bit, but...more than usual this year.”

“Why?” Marinette asked, moving her inside arm up to his shoulders to toy with his hair. He closed his eyes and hummed contentedly.

“You see the ornaments?”

Marinette looked back at the tree, noting the eclectic collection of small ornaments hanging from the garlands, swaying slowly with the gentle rocking on the boat.

“They all have a story,” he told her. “We pick them up on our trips. They’re almost all handmade. You can see some Juleka and I made when we were little, even.” He pointed to an eye of God made of popsicle sticks and yarn dangling from a lower corner. “It’s a great time to remember all the places we’ve been, and all the things that we’ve done together. It’s just...nice. We don’t get to do as many things together as a family as we used to, and...I don’t know, I guess it hit me kind of hard that things will be changing soon. In the next year or so I’ll have to make some kind of decision about what I want to do with my life, and no matter what I decide, everything’s going to change...and it’ll only be a couple more years before Juleka will too. And who knows what Maman will do once we’re out of her hair. We might not be together like this as a family for much longer and that...it scares me, honestly.”

“Slow down,” Marinette said, letting go of his hand to touch his cheek and turn his face towards her. “Isn’t that what you’re always telling me? You still have now.”

“I do,” he agreed, and shifted on the couch to face her a little more. “I have now, and if you’re here I have better things to do than wax nostalgic about the past and stress about the future. Thanks for the reminder.”

“You’re—“ she began but he was kissing her before she finished, in his slow, deliberate, gentle way. She loved his quiet passion, the way he always seemed to take his time about it, how special he always made her feel when he looked at her afterwards with that tender expression in his eyes.

As much as she enjoyed it, she pulled back after just a few moments—to his disappointment, if his subtle pout was any indication.

“I have something for you,” she told him.

Luka laughed softly, “Isn’t it a bit early for that?” he teased. “It’s still almost a month until Christmas.”

“It’s just a little something,” she shrugged.

“Isn’t it always?” he said, clearly fighting a grin. She’d been showering him with little gifts since they started dating, and he liked to tease her about it.

“Maybe I won’t give it to you after all,” she huffed, holding up a small flat package.

“Ah, Marinette,” Luka said, nuzzling her neck. “Don’t be like that.” He reached for the package while she hummed contentedly, but she moved it out of reach. Luka pressed his lips to her neck in a spot where he knew she was ticklish. Marinette gasped and scrunched up her shoulder, drawing her arms in reflexively, and Luka’s quick fingers snagged it out of her hand. “I win,” he smiled against her skin.

He should know better than to poke her competitive streak. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know exactly how to get to him. “You sure?” Marinette teased, turning her face towards him so they were nose to nose, and his breath caught.

“Definitely,” Luka said, dropping the package in his lap and cupping her cheek. She turned her face just in time for him to miss her lips. “Marinette,” he whined, and she giggled.

“Marinette,” he said again, this time in his deep, breathy voice, the one that made her name sound like a caress, and the second she turned back to him, his lips were against hers again, gently coaxing, begging her to give in and make out with him. Really, this was positively aggressive for him, and she couldn’t pretend she didn’t like it, but she wasn’t about to let this go so easily.

She pretended to surrender, putting one hand on his knee for a moment, and then she snatched the little package back and pulled away to wave it at him.

“Yeah,” Luka said breathlessly, grinning with reddened lips, “I think I still won.”

Marinette nudged her nose against his. “Only because I let you.”

“Yeah,” Luka sighed, smiling. He moved just enough to kiss her softly. “Thanks for catering to my fragile male ego.” Marinette couldn’t help giggling, the statement was so ridiculous.

“Do you want to see what I made you or not?”

“I don’t know.” Luka slid his fingers around the back of her neck and caressed her jaw with his thumb. “I’m doing pretty well right here. It can’t be better than this.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t give it to you. You’re already such a sap and this might only make it worse.”

“Guilty,” Luka sighed, sitting back a little, seemingly accepting that he wasn’t going to get anywhere until he did what she wanted. “If I open it, can I kiss you some more after?”

Yes please. “You’ll even have the perfect excuse,” she pointed out.

“Like I need a reason,” he sighed, leaning his elbow on the back of the couch. He blinked at her with eyes that seemed an even deeper blue than usual.

Marinette was suddenly overcome with fear, that he wouldn’t like it or that it was overstepping. She glanced nervously at the garland tree. She hadn’t realized that it meant so much to him.

Luka saw the shift in her mood and plucked the little package gently out of her fingers. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I haven’t been very gracious. You know I love the things you make me, even when I tease you.”

She fiddled with her fingers in her lap. “It’s okay if you don’t. You don’t have to like everything.”

“But they’re always so thoughtful,” he said as he opened the paper at the end of the package. “I do like them, really.” He paused to lean over and kiss her temple. “And I love knowing that you’ve been thinking about me.”

He tipped the package and let the gift slide into his palm.

It was a rectangle made up of tiny, shiny beads, mostly black, but with white beads in a pattern that formed a treble clef. A thin silver wire ran through the top row of beads, twisted artistically at the ends around a thin cord that formed a loop at the top. Marinette watched his face as he examined it, and saw the moment he realized what it was. His eyes widened slightly and he looked at her.

“I hope it’s okay,” she said quietly, fiddling with the end of her pigtail. “I didn’t, um...I didn’t realize your ornaments were so special to you. I didn’t mean to intrude on your tradition.”

“Was this what you were working on that day when I came over and startled you, and you knocked that tray of beads all over the floor?” he asked, looking back at the little rectangle. “They were so tiny. This must have been a lot of work, Marinette.”

“I didn’t just do this one,” she confessed. “I made some for the others too. It was my first time, but it’s just a different kind of sewing, so it wasn’t too hard, and making the patterns was a little different than designing embroidery, but it was fun. Do...do you like it?”

Luka leaned over and placed a delicate kiss on her lips. “It’s perfect.” He stood up and went over to the garland tree, taking a hook from an open box sitting on the floor, deliberated for a moment, and then carefully hung the little beaded ornament at eye level. “It’s exactly what it needed,” he said, almost to himself, and then he turned and smiled at Marinette. “A little bit of you.” He looked back at the tree for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. Then he came back to the couch, but before he sat down, he turned off the lamp on the end table.

He settled next to Marinette and scooted close, putting his arms around her and tugging lightly. She let him pull her down to lean on him, resting her head on his shoulder. One arm held her tightly around the shoulders and the other hand moved to the back of her head, and he leaned his own head on hers. He let out another of those shaky breaths and said quietly, as if reminding himself, “We have now.”

They sat in silence, the blinking colored lights making patterns on the wall and on their skin.

Beginning to feel a bit sleepy, Marinette asked, “Did you change your mind about those kisses?” and felt him shake under her with a chuckle.

“Not at all. But...can we stay like this a little longer? I think I...I think I just need another minute, if that’s okay.” He breathed in deep and let it out slowly, and rubbed his cheek against her hair.

“Of course,” she said, snuggling in closer. “Take as long as you need, Luka.”

“Can I take forever?” he breathed, so quietly she was sure he didn’t intend her to hear. “Can I just stay here forever?”

“You could,” she said, and he started slightly. “But that’s an awful long time to wait for kisses.”

Silence for a beat, and then he started to laugh quietly. He loosened his hold on her, put his fingers under her chin to tip her face up, and kissed her. “You’re right,” he said between kisses. “There’s good things waiting in the future too, after all.”

#mlholidays2k19 #lukanette #smoochies #apparently we're going a bit angsty today #and long #i am lukanette trash i admit it #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #quickspins

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elialys · 4 years

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Ten x Rose - The Afterglow

This is a direct follow up to the story I posted last week, ‘A leap of Faith’. I think the title is rather self-explanatory.

Pretty much just more post-TSP softness/smuttiness.

[Read the first part on AO3] [Read this part on AO3]

There is…peace, for a while.

A kind of quiet in his head he’s not experienced in a long time. It doesn’t last, of course.

But it’s nice while it does.

He tries clinging to the sensation, of being unburdened, almost weightless, nuzzling his nose further into the crook of her neck, her skin warm and more than a little damp. It doesn’t quite work, as pinning himself more snuggly to her body only makes him more aware of his own, his nervous system more sensitive than it’s been in ages.

(Maybe decades)

(Possibly centuries)

Despite how many of their limbs are currently entangled, he’s moved enough to get off her chest at some point. Well, he’s mostly off her chest.

One of his hands remains on said chest, his thumb apparently unable to stop grazing the underside of her breast. Meanwhile, one of her hands is still beneath his shirt, her fingers tracing his spine over his lower back, following the slow rhythm of his thumb.

Trying to keep his busy thoughts and unease at bay is pointless. It’s as pointless as trying to keep himself from touching her has been, tonight – obviously. That is, after all, how they ended up like this in the first place.

Him, trying to quell that sudden and unshakeable certainty that Rose is about to be ripped from him.

Maybe not now.

Maybe not even tomorrow, or next month, or this year.

But she’s…slipping, he’s certain of it, that knowledge throbbing deep within his skull, pulling at both his hearts all at once.

Which, somehow, is why they are (mostly) naked, and in fairly similar post-coital states – he suspects hers to be slightly less conflicted. Guilt is already joining in with his dread, spreading straight from the pit of his stomach.

All these reasons he gave himself for staying away from her…all these things he told her, more or less kindly, about how whatever she thought was going on between them, they would never be more than what they were, because no matter what, she was doomed to die and leave him all alone.

These reasons haven’t gone anywhere; they’re still real, and still true. If he’s to listen to that fear traveling deep beneath his skin, these reasons are actually more relevant than ever. And yet, intoxicated with her taste and lost in the feel of her, he convinced himself that this was alright, more than alright.

He did almost lose her, today, and she’s slipping, and there is nothing he can do about it, about any of this, so he should just as well give in and cling to her while he can, imprint her even deeper into his very soul.

But it’s not fair on her.

He doesn’t know where his premonition comes from, he never does. What he does know is that this, what they just did, it will…change things. Physical intimacy is a big deal, for many species. He must admit that, pinned as he is to her, with the feel of her heartbeat against his forehead and her slow, soothing breath in his hair, he almost understands why it is such a big deal.

There is nothing much he can do to fight the growing tension in his body as more minutes pass, though, eventually forcing himself to stop the slow brushing of her breast, because whatever she’s going to ask him, or say to him, it will come with ‘expectations’, and he’s got to get himself together.

He’s got to make it clear that nothing really changed – except for the fact that they’ve had sex, and that he wouldn’t be against doing it again.

“Is that the Himalayas?”

Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. It’s also full of that quiet wonder he never tires of hearing from her.

His surprise at her choice of first words is swiftly washed away, replaced by curiosity. He (somewhat reluctantly) pulls himself away from her neck, shifting and lifting his head off the couch to look at her.

She’s staring at what he knows to be the Earth’s projection overhead. Her cheeks are flushed, the roots of her hair dark with perspiration.

She’s beautiful.

When he doesn’t answer, she moves her gaze to meet his eyes. “There,” she says quietly, her turn to shift upon the couch, bringing her arm back between them, blindly looking for his hand. She links their fingers together, before pulling their hands up.

The Doctor lays back down as she does so, lying fully onto his back, letting their sides press against one another, his temple nothing short of squished against Rose’s as he finally looks up to where she’s pointing.

Their joined hands follow a white, slanted line he knows to be mountain tops covered with snow, the bright colour contrasting with the darker landscapes around.

“Well spotted,” he says, his voice almost a full octave lower than his usual tone. His hand moves to cover hers, sliding his fingers through hers, directing her next move. “This,” he tells her, tracing a large shape with her finger, “is China. And there’s Nepal. Which makes this…” He points at one specific part across those icy tops. “…Sagarmatha.”

Even though he says the name in its native language, letting the sounds roll off his tongue, his TARDIS automatically translates it for her.

“Mount Everest,” she repeats in a whispers, before going quiet for a moment. “You mean…tallest mountain on Earth and all that?” He forces a lazy noise out of his throat, nodding against her. “Looks tiny,” she concludes.

Another sound escapes him, something close to a breathless laughter, looking away from the slowly rotating planet above to nuzzle the side of her head. “You, Rose Tyler, are getting a bit too blasé about all of this. Even structures that are big enough to be seen from space are going to look small when viewed from this distance. Simple physics, really. What you mustn’t forget is that, like so many other things when it comes to this wondrous little planet of yours, these mountains actually are the expression of something huge and formidable. Tectonic forces, in this case. Drove the crustal plates of India and Asia right into one another, forty million years ago or so. Even now, the mountains keep on rising, about one centimetre a year.”

Rose has tilted her head, so that her nose is pressed against his, none of them watching the view anymore, their linked hands slowly coming back down. He can’t see much, pinned as they are, but he feels the way she’s slowly shifting against him well enough. Her free hand is moving over his chest, the graze of her nails enough to cause him to shiver, even through the fabric of his shirt.

“You’ve got such a crush on Planet Earth and its humans,” she says quietly against his lips, a smile in her voice, her fingers now pulling slowly at the already-loose knot of his tie. “You should hear yourself…” she whispers as she begins undoing the top button of his shirt. He doesn’t stop her, letting her slowly remove one of his very last layers. “I’d be jealous, if I wasn’t human myself.”

Although there is definite humour in the words she’s saying, he chooses to reply honestly.

“There’s just something humbling about Earth and its inhabitants,” he admits. “Such chaos, anger and haste. And yet, if you stop and look, you’ll always find beauty.” He moves his head as he says those words, meeting her eyes. “You’ll find courage and ingenuity. Kindness and compassion.”

She hears his unspoken words, the shadow of a smile pulling at her lips, his shirt and its remaining buttons forgotten for the time being, as she raises her hand to his cheek. He realises he’s said too much, exposed himself yet again, making him more vulnerable than he’s been in centuries.

Even with the warmth of her palm upon his skin, and that soft look in her eyes, his insides twist in dread, once again overcome with that…certainty.

“Can we go there?” she asks him quietly, her thumb caressing his lower lip.

Her request refocuses him, helps him ignore his apprehension. “Mount Everest?”

He feels her shrugging. “Let’s put her settings on ‘Random Mountains’, see where she takes us, yeah?”

“Probably underwater,” he notes wisely, and her smile and small laughter beat anything he’s ever seen, on Earth or anywhere else in this galaxy.

She’s released his hand between them, sneaking her whole arm under his head until she’s circling his neck, pulling him into a hug, the angle slightly awkward, but the way she squeezes him is real and nothing short of fantastic.

“Show me more,” she whispers in his ear, and somehow, she manages to make these three little words sounds a lot more suggestive than they ought to be, considering he knows she’s talking about the projection above.

Possibly.

They shift again, with him fully on his back, while she snuggles up against his side, one of her hands having slid inside his half-opened shirt, resting upon one of his hearts. He raises a hand again, pointing at the Earth, which has rotated just enough in the last few minutes to offer them a different portion of land and oceans.

“See those plum-like swirls in the water? That odd colour pattern near the coastline?”

She nods against him, even as her fingers begin to move under his shirt, soon resuming her earlier task of unbuttoning it properly. “Pollution?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. They are what humans call ‘phytoplankton blooms,” he announces, before swallowing hard, Rose already distracted, not looking at what he’s showing her at all, given the way her lips have found his throat, her fingers on the last of his buttons. “They’re caused by a high concentration of these microscopic, photosynthetic, unicellular organism,” he carries on anyway, unable to keep himself from sucking in a breath when she presses her tongue to his skin. “They thrive on sunlight and warm water you s-see, so when they come into contact with river deltas, the nutrient-rich water causes the swirls to grow larger.”

The sigh that escapes him at the end of this breathless sentence resembles a hum, her hand having descended lower, lightly grazing her nails across his inner thigh.

“N-Now, the really fascinating thing about this is that depending on which mineral is more abundant in the water, it will change the colour of the swirls. Calcium, for example, will make them appear almost milky wh – ”

But the rest of his words get chocked up in his throat, her warm fingers now wrapped and moving around his hardening length, her tongue carrying on teasing his throat. Given her current ministrations, it does not take long at all before he’s fully erect again, unable to keep his hips from rising off the couch. She sneaks a leg between his to keep him there, shifting most of her upper body to bring her face back to his.

She’s just as assertive in the way she kisses him, deeply and languidly, her other arm hooked around his neck, fingers weaved in his hair, while his own fingers dig in the softer flesh of her bum, pinning her more firmly to him as she carries on with her torturous caress.

He’s always known her to be supple, a quality that has proven to be quite useful, having more than once used it to their advantage by making her crawl through all kind of cramped spaces. Tonight, she uses that flexibility of hers to smoothly untangle their limbs and move, until she’s snuggly straddling his lap, her whole body pressing upon his. He buries his fingers in her hair to pull her closer still, their kissing following the sway of her hips upon him, creating a kind of friction that draws similar gasps out of them.

Her teeth tug at his lower lip as she parts from him, straightening up. He wants to follow her, drawn to the warmth of her skin the way a moth is drawn to a flame, but he finds himself momentarily frozen, nothing short of mesmerised by the sight of her as she shrugs off her loose pyjama top, which has been hanging low on her arms.

He basks in the lovely expanse of pale skin offered to him, her milky complexion having taken a slightly bluish hue from the planet above.

He cannot quite comprehend nor believe that he is allowed to touch said skin, and yet, here he is, the feel of it so soft under his own. As he cups both her breasts in his palms, squeezing and pressing upon her taunt nipples, she begins to rock her hips again, rolling into him with definite intent, and his pleasure stirs deep and low, as does hers, watching as she tilts her head back, mouth agape, the colours in her cheeks darkening.

She’s a sight to behold, the pinnacle of the human race, her body the only pantheon he will willingly pray to.

This belief of his only becomes stronger moments later when she moves with more intent, pushing herself off him just long enough, slowly guiding him inside of her, at which point she becomes the only thing that exists, the only thing that matters.

He watches, transfixed, as that beautiful dark flush spreads from her face all the way down her neck and heaving chest, her head once again thrown back, all raspy breaths and hooded eyes, knowing her to have lost herself into the sights above. The Doctor does not glance up.

Why would he, when he’s got her to look at?

His hands slowly roam her thighs as she rocks upon him, his fingers squeezing her as she squeezes him deep, drawing a moan out of him. That sound refocuses her, lowering her head to look at him, enveloping him further in everything that she is, soon reaching down for his tie, and pulling.

He comes up to meet her, moving and shifting together as she helps him discard of his shirt, the only piece of fabric remaining between them being that tie, which is quickly forgotten, lost in the sensations of her chest against his chest, wrapping himself around her, her arms equally tight around his shoulders and neck.

Kissing has become unessential, his face buried against her neck, muffling any sound she draws out of him as she rocks and undulates, and it’s all he can do to match her rhythm. And yet, even now, lost as he is in the feel of her, that lingering dread still refuses to be quelled, sprouting thorns somewhere deep between his hearts.

How could she possibly be slipping away from him, when they’ve never been this intertwined? From her entire body enfolding his, to the thread of her timeline, so tightly entangled with his.

Lies…he tells himself, just as he told her earlier when she voiced her concerns about the Beast’s foreboding words.

His Rose, his beautiful, strong Rose…

Lies…lies…lies…

She’ll never let go, never let him go, her hold on him so tight, her fingers digging all the way through his skin and the muscles beneath…down down down into his bones, carving her name into his morrow while her humming, scorching breath whispers unspoken words of forever into his ear.

The universe be damned.

He is not losing her.

#ten x rose #ficandchips #doctor who #fic of mine

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mxnark · 4 years

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mina’s star bright 2020 audition!

the form didn’t take as long. if anything, it felt like she was filling out a job application, but she knew that wasn’t entirely the case because she didn’t feel inclined to do this. in fact, she wasn’t even sure if she should. as much as she wanted to, she didn’t want to make a decision that she’d regret. on one hand, she has a crappy audition and they don’t consider her as a worthy applicant at all. on the other, what if her mom found out about this? and what if she… became a trainee? how would she explain this to her mother who she knew would be disappointed in her?

next thing she knew, she was already at the hotel’s parking lot, not even sure if she parked perfectly or not.

she parked fine. but she could’ve done better.

a lot has happened in the past year. one year ago, mina saw her brother on tv for the second time after getting eliminated the first time and a few months after, he got casted into sphere. she saw chungha, someone she considered a sister, not only go on an end of the year show for her dancing skills but also give her a flyer from the same company that her brother was in. and finally, she confessed to soobin not too long ago (and he liked her back!). after such events, she felt motivated to be here. she felt as if she had wasted this much motivation at home, studying for a test that she definitely was not prepared for, she’d be a loser.

oh… she graduated too. but she doesn’t really care about that.

her being here is a secret that no one knows. she tells her dad she’s having a study date with friends and she tells her friends that she needs to focus at home. no one knows that she’s at this hyatt hotel, other than the few strangers (some with familiar faces) who probably could care less about her life. she feels like a spy and it’s quite thrilling. she never snuck out of the house before while she was in high school. and besides the few arguments she had with her mom and also never telling her about her getting waitlisted, she never actually got into trouble.

she wonders if he felt like this too… maybe he was more in fear the first time, given his personality and situation.

after coming in with her hair in a ponytail and her pink shirt, she fills out the application honestly (struggling a bit with the inspiration portion for fear of being too awkward or not). after she films out the form, she’s taken to a room with lights, mics, a white background for photos (or in this case, video), and a camera. her interviewer introduces themself before letting her take a seat in front of the camera. and after a short camera and microphone test, her interviewer cues her to introduce herself.

“hello, my name is kang mina. i’m eighteen years old! it’s nice to meet you,” she bows her head to the camera with a smile. thanks to her youtube, she’s been on camera multiple times. sure, she hasn’t done any vlog stuff yet, but she’s still able to try and make her way through. she constantly tells herself to calm down. if she lets the pressure of the fact she was auditioning affect her, she’d most likely mess everything up. and she didn’t want to lose her one chance.

“hi mina,” the interviewer starts off. “so, seeing that you’re here with us today, i wanted to ask you something: why do you want to be an idol?”

it’s a question that she has to think about, really. never having done this before, she didn’t know what questions she had to prepare herself for. it was a good question: why is she here in the first place? there had to be a reason for it. and thankfully, she had an answer for it.

“i mean, i grew up watching idols and always admiring how they perform, so i guess you can say that inspired me to think about it,” she replies because she was really not 100% sure if she did want to be one. but, one thing’s for sure is she’d rather be one than… whatever she was supposed to be, according to her mother. “i also have friends who’ve gotten the opportunity to be on stage where i could watch them and admire them, and it just made me want to join in on the fun. when i was in dance club, i always liked performing for people. it made me feel… happy to know that people are seeing me do my best.”

the interviewer nods and continues the interview. “you mentioned dance club? is that the skill you’re best at?” they ask. “are you skilled in other things, too?”

she nods eagerly and a big smile forms on her face. “yes! absolutely! i love dancing,” she answers happily. “it’s what i’m best at! i can sing pretty well and i think my rapping is okay, even though i’m not much of a rapper. but i really like learning new choreographies and dancing to them and just-” she pauses as she realizes how she was practically all over the place. “even though i touch up on my singing a little or even improve on rapping a bit if i want to focus on that, one thing’s for sure is that i am the best version of myself i can ever be when dancing.”

the interviewer smiles, and mina’s not sure why. she doesn’t question it though. instead, she lets the interviewer continue. they look at her application. “it says here that your inspiration is your brother? may i ask what’s your relationship with him? and maybe your family too?”

ah. the fun part, and she thinks that with the most sarcasm. she obviously did not want to ruin the atmosphere of the conversation as she rants about her family, specifically the many issues in her relationship with her mother. but it’s not like she can ask if they can go to another question instead. after all, she did list “my brother” on her form. so her being asked about her family was bound to happen.

so, she nods her head. “well, my brother’s really the only person in the family i can really depend on,” she responds. “i don’t really get along well with my mom. she and i don’t really see eye to eye on most things.” she wants to say more about her relationship with her mother. how even though she understands how her mom wants the best for her, their definition of “best for mina” was different and how her mother makes that clear for her every single chance she could.

so she doesn’t say anything. instead, she moves on to another person to talk about. “my dad is pretty chill. i don’t think i’m his favorite, but compared to my mom, i think he’s more easier to get along with. but that’s okay. i can be my own favorite.” she says that with a smile because she realizes how silly she sounds, but she’s speaking truthfully. she’s been honest this entire interview, actually. “my oldest brother moved with his wife to america, but i don’t really get along with him either and i think it’s because of the age gap between us.”

“how does your brother inspire you, may i ask?”

it’s a long story, mina wants to say. 2 years worth, to say the least. but she knows this interview was only for a few minutes, so she had to mentally pick out events that got her to where she is now. and thankfully, it doesn’t take her too long, considering she found herself thinking of them already while debating whether she could be here or not.

“my brother two years ago is not the same brother i have today,” she explains. “my brother two years ago was a part of a band that i didn’t know about until later on and i didn’t even think my brother had an interest in music until i saw him on the mgas for the first time. before two years ago, i thought he didn’t understand me. i thought he was just some econ major who was just trying hard to please my mom.”

she holds back letting out a pathetic laugh. “but i think it’s the opposite now. i think i’m the one who doesn’t understand him. after seeing what my brother had to go through and having him move out because of the fact that my mom didn’t like that he wanted to have his future involve music… it was… eye-opening?” she shakes her head. “ah, i don’t know. it was just kind of a wake up call for me. to this day, i still don’t feel like i’m a good little sister for him and i can’t really prove to him that i can be better. but honestly, if it weren’t for watching his journey and how he changed, i probably wouldn’t be here right now.” she smiles and nods. “i really look up to him. and i feel like if he’s able to try and go for something i thought was out of his reach, why shouldn’t i?”

she clears her throat. “ah, sorry. i got a bit carried away.”

“no, it’s fine,” the interviewer assures her. “on the topic of journey, though, what is the biggest obstacle you’ve had to overcome so far?”

“mmm… i guess trying to get into a university, really,” she responds with a light laugh. “i mean, that’s the one i can really think of at the top of my head right now. i had to study a lot and i had to quit my dance club just so i could focus on going somewhere my mom and dad would want me to go.” she sighs as she looks back on it. “it was… a lot. very mentally taxing. i wasn’t even sure if i was good enough to go to a good school in the first place. and i didn’t even want to be put on that journey. i guess i just wanted to do something my mom would be proud of.” just so i can see what not disappointing her feels like, she wants to say. but she holds back on it. she’s already talked enough about family.

“if you weren’t trying to be an idol, what would you be doing right now?”

it was a question that she thinks was supposed to expand on her college talk. so she complies to it and responds to it. “well, i’d be focusing on school, really,” she answers. “i’d be focused on getting this nurse degree and then once i get my diplomas and go past the other schools for it, i guess i’d be a nurse by the end of it.” she shrugs. “it’s not what i really want, but it’s what would make my mom satisfied, i guess.”

“thank you for the interview, mina,” the interviewer says finally and mina finds herself mentally sighing in relief, even though she got a little comfortable during the interview. “are there any questions you would like to ask me?”

“oh, no,” she responds. “i just hope you have a great day.” ech. she sounds like a kiss ass. maybe she should’ve thought twice before saying that and just stay silent.

“oh! thank you!” the interviewer smiles. “i hope you have a great day, too.”

and she leaves the room calmly as well as the hotel, waiting to get into her car and let out a long sigh. while she did feel confident about the interview, it was still an audition. and all she could do was just hope that it’ll take her far.

#starbright20audition #in terms of gif icon: pls imagine her hair is up #idk if the grammar for this whole thing is right or not i do not proofread and i also have less than 1 hour and a half until my shift FJEWIO #wc: like... 1980 smth???#i like fixed some things up (emphasis on some)#tagging bc mentioned!#danielxrk #and they got mentioned like once but im tagging them anyway!#rkchungha #rksbin #( * solo )

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razorblade180 · 5 years

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Patriarchal Prison Break Finale

[Atlas Bakery]

*Whitley and Ruby sit outside patio. They sit under an umbrella as it lightly snows. It’s a little cold since it’s night, yet strangely they feel pretty warm.*

Ruby:*Quietly eating a sandwich with a small mountain of pastries beside her.*.......

Whitley:*has a cocoa and a sandwich. He’s barely eating though*.......

(Why is it so hard to speak?)

Whitley:(Say something, anything. Is this was Winter was talking about-)

Ruby:You’re freezing.....

Whitley:*jolts up* Huh?

Ruby:You’re food, you’re freezing it. *points to his plate*

*a glyph spins underneath it making ice creep over it His drink frozen solid*

Whitley:*red* Oh....

Ruby:Also..... *taps her now frozen danish on the table* I’m pretty sure this was freshly baked hehehe.

Whitley:(God damnit!) *tries wiping it off* Well this definitely isn’t my finest moment.

Ruby:*intriguied* I’ve never seen Weiss accidentally use her semblance before.

Whitley:She’s had a lot more practice; any little thing used to set it off for her. I guess my mind sort of wondered a bit.

Ruby:*small smile* Gee if I didn’t notice sooner then I really would’ve had cold cuts. (Why did I say that? Only Yang would say something that horrible...)

Whitley:.....I’m sorry.

Ruby:(Now he’s sulking!) Don’t worry about it. It was just a joke and I probably won’t finishing eating all of-

Whitley:Not the food.....I meant for what I said; all of it.

Ruby:Oh....that.....

Whitley:*staring at his reflection in the ice* I let my father get the better of me. Then I ended up making you cry in the process all because I was too scared to speak against him. So, I’m sorry.

Silence falls in between them. Ruby just sits there examining him as he continues to stare at the ice. He’s trying to hide it but he’s shaking; crisp air would be easy to pin the blame on but she knows better than that. Usually it’s her suppressing fear and anxiety; it’s odd seeing it on someone else. Weiss’s description of him was right on the money.

Ruby:....I’m sorry too. About my reaction.

Whitley:Huh? Why would you be sorry about that? I had it coming and-

Ruby:I was being selfish....

Whitley:....... *looking at her*

Ruby:All my life I’ve grown up doing the most noble because that’s how I was raised. It comes natural to me. You and even Weiss when I met her have an entirely different mentality. It’s not that you don’t want to do the noble or most honest thing; both of you raised to follow what your dad said despite the feelings you had. I might have had a right to be upset with you, but I shouldn’t have expected you to so easily overcome something that’s been apart of your upbringing just because of me. So I’m sorry too, I didn’t consider your feelings.

Whitley:......Ruby you’re amazing.

Ruby:*blushing* I’m sorry what?

Whitley:It’s just...most people would just let someone apologize and listen to them admit their mistakes. Not you though, instead you apologize too and decide to find your own faults. Never seen someone do that before.

Ruby:*rubs her head* I’m just being fair is all. Like I said, it was a bit rude of me to think I’m enough to make such a big problem change for you.

Whitley:Well....*looks back at the ice as his face gets red* I think you’re more than enough....

Ruby:.......*heart skips a beat*

It has to be easily below zero at this point. Yet for some reason this moment feels hot enough to thaw all the snow around them.

Ruby:Uhhh Whitley? *grabs his hand, causing him to jump*

Whitley:Y...Yes?

Ruby:I don’t mean to spring this on you so suddenly, but with everything that’s happened I think I got lost with where we stand. Wha...what are we exactly?

*the table freezes over, but the two don’t seems to notice*

Whitley:Oh...that’s uhh, that’s a good question. You see it would be nice if- *shakes his head* What I mean to say is I really want you to be my-

*click*

Instinctively the two whip their head around to spot someone with a very expensive camera. No doubt he got a perfect picture even with the weather they’re in. As quickly as he was spotted, he was gone.

Whitley:Sigh, the paparazzi never rest do they. He picked a good a good moment too *looks at Ruby’s hand still on his*

Ruby:*immediately removes it* Of all of the no good.....! Ugh, I’m so stupid! Here I am getting all emotional in public with you and now I made things worse for you! That stupid reporter is probably gonna have an entire essay about that day photo; your dad is-

Whitley:It’s fine.....

Ruby:What?

Whitley:It’s fine, I sort of expected this to happen. We are outside so it’s not surprising.

Ruby:...Why are you so calm? You know what will happen when you get home.

Whitley:*takes a deep breath* Yeah....it’s unavoidable. Guess we shouldn’t prolong it then huh? *gets up and grabs her hand* shall we?

Ruby:Oh, okay. (He’s strangely confident; I like it.

[Schnee Manor]

Weiss and Winter watching the news and just enjoying each other’s company. Like clockwork, their brother is already back in the miserable limelight.

Ruby:*Walking in* Hey, we’re ba- are you serious!? It’s only been like 40 minutes!

Weiss:Any news about the Schnee’s is breaking news.

Ruby:You people are seriously that important?

Winter:We keep this entire place floating essentially. So yeah, we’re that important. Our money is anyways.

Whitley:*walks in and notices the tv* 40 minutes huh? They’re getting slow; guess the camera guy got stuck in the snow.

Ruby:(This family is just....wow.) I wonder if Jacq-

“WHITLEY! MY OFFICE, NOW!”

.........

Everyone’s face loses a bit of color as the room suddenly feels colder than outside. Winter herself even tenses up for a moment before relaxing. The two sisters unknowingly freeze up the floor a bit.

Ruby:He sounds mad...

“He’s always mad...”

Whitley:*walks off slowly*

Ruby:Is he...gonna be alright?

Winter:That’s up to him honestly. Atlas wasn’t built in a day, but this situation is a bit different.

Ruby:How so?

Weiss:Because he’ll have all the help he wants right here wai-

Ruby:*walks down the hall*

Weiss:Sigh, she just can’t help herself can she?

[Office]

Whitley:*standing in the center*.......

Jacques:*walks up to him* I see you got to be in the news again; unexpectedly, you’re with girl again. So what’s the excuse behind this incident.

Whitley:.....I don’t have one father. I wanted to make amends with her and-

*a swift hand finds itself firmly across the right side of his face, silencing him and leaving a red mark*

Whitley:......

Jacques:Your behavior as of late has been extremely disappointing. It’s clear I’ve been too lenient with you just like your sisters. I now know that-

Whitley:Lenient? Is that what you call micromanaging my life? You talk like you haven’t made every single decision in my life!

Jacques:Young man, watch your tone with me or-

Whitley:OR WHAT!? YOU’ll HIT ME!!? Are you gonna give the title of heir to some secret child no one knows about!?

Jacques:Whitley so help me if you don’t-

Whitley:LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!!!! *shaking with frustration*

Jacques:......

Whitley:I have done everything you’ve ever asked me! From learning countless extra curricular subjects about running a business, to being your personal “yes” man at every ridiculous event you drag me to! Yet it feels like I can’t even breathe without your permission, or see you without it being about my “mistakes.” Do you know you’ve never told me at any point you were proud of me; or any of your kids for that matter? It’s hard to believe Weiss and Winter “just weren’t up to the task of owning the company.” They’re far stronger than I am. You made me heir because you think I’m the weakest; that you can trap me in this prison of a home!

Jacques:You’re acting ridiculous! Having a tantrum all because of some girl!

Whitley:Her name is Ruby, you’d know that if you ever actually payed attention to Weiss or me. I bet you don’t even know where she is right now do you?

Jacques:....

Whitley:*shakes his head* You are unbelievable. It’s not even worth explaining to you. If it doesn’t involve money you might as well be deaf. I can’t believe I used to want to be even be a little bit like you. Could’ve used that time be more like my sisters; or fix the mom you broke. *walking away*

Jacques:*grits teeth* WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING!?

Whitley:I’m going anywhere I want and finally make my own choices. You don’t have to worry about me doing anything stupid or ruin my family name; from here on out you’re an afterthought.

Jacques:So you think you have all the answers now?

Whitley:Not even close. I just know when I need help I have people that actually care about me that I can rely on. From my sisters, Klein, the friends I’ll make, and my girlfriend. So you have the choice to get with the program or get out of my way.

Jacques:......Whitley, get out of my office.

Whitley:See you at the next company meeting. *leaves*

Jacques:.....*hits his desk* Damnit.....

Whitley:*shaking from fear and adrenaline* Sigh......huh?

*Ruby standing in front of him, trying to keep a smile in check in favor for a more calm look*

Whitley:This seems familiar. *smiles*

Ruby:It does, a little more of a happy ending this time around in my opinion.

Whitley:What would’ve happened if it ended up basically the same?

Ruby:*takes his hand* I might have been disappointed for sure but I would’ve been patient. “Atlas wasn’t built in a day.”

Whitley:Hehe honestly it’s still not built . That was emotionally exhausting. I think I need a minute. *leans on the wall* future conversations are going to suck.

Ruby:*leans on the wall too* Soooooo girlfriend? Who’s that? *wiggling eyebrows*

Whitley:*chuckles* Just this girl I really, really like. I might be getting ahead of myself since I don’t know quite how she feels. I’m new to this, anxious, dorky, and completely playing this by ear. For all I know she doesn’t like- *pulled into a quick kiss*......

Ruby:*moves her hair out here face* Ummm she really....really likes you too. *blushing*

Whitley:*blushing*Oh...that’s good to know. Now then, are you two going to come from around the corner?

Weiss:*darts out and hugs him* I’m proud of you....

Whitley:*hugging her tight* I learned from the best.

Winter:*walks up to him* So, you didn’t freeze this time huh?

Whitley:Nope, I had some since slapped into me. *rubbing his face* Also a sister with really good advice.

Winter:*puts him on her back and walks* Let’s go get you patched up. Then maybe we can spend some time....finally knowing each other.

Whitley:That, sounds really nice.

Weiss:We’ll catch up. Ruby now has to learn what I expect from her end of the relationship. Last thing I need is another person addicted to cookies.

Ruby:Sigh.......... see you later?

Whitley:I hope so. *smiles*

Ruby:*blushing* (definitely like the confidence)

Weiss:Ahem!

Ruby:Sorry! I’m paying attention!

Winter:One more thing, we’ve never seen you as weak. You’re just as strong as Weiss and I. Never question that.

Whitley:......Is that right? Hehe *sniff* Geez, this bruise really hurts...

Winter:*smirking*.......I bet it does.

Whitley:Thank you.....*tears run down his face.

Winter:Don’t mention it. That’s what big sisters are for right?

#rwby #schneeblings #jacques schnee #whitley schnee #weiss schnee #winter schnee #rwby wild rose

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pokeshippingflashfic · 5 years

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A very strange request I know but I try: Ash mentions Misty to Serena&Co and she gets jealous. That night due to, boh, some magic she “revives”, almost like a spirit, 5moments of Ash when he travelled w/Misty (one of the moments please when he wakes up in The Tower of Terror, another when Misty saves Ash in Pokémon 2000, included where Ash find support in her after to rise up, the other 3 choose you) and after that she (Serena), the next day, realizes how Misty is really important to Ash

““Wait, just who is this Misty to you? She sounds…” the honey-haired performer can’t help but beg, though her courage fades down the stretch, “… important…”

“I - I dunno,” Ash responds, perplexed that he’s even being asked the question, taken aback by his friend, Serena’s, pleading tone. “She’s…”

She bursts alive floating on a wave of starlight, petrified at first by her own weightlessness. Swaying to and fro, Serena does her best to regain a comfortable sense of posture before taking in her surroundings, squinting at a slightly distant tower climbing towards the gray clouds above it.

“Where… am I?” she asks tentatively, some part of her knowing she won’t receive a response but the frail, helpless, impatient young girl within hoping against hope despite that.

The last thing she remembers is tossing around in her bed at the Shalour City lodge, too troubled by an earlier exchange with Ash for sleep to capture her. It… It wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned a previous traveling companion, to be sure, but… there’d been something almost heartbreaking about his nostalgic tone of voice. In fact, upon reflection, she’s not sure who’s heart was breaking more.

“Misty sure would love this place,” he whispers confidently to himself, a mild uprising of panic welling up within her in response.

“Ash is taking too long!” a feminine voice says from just below and Serena nearly falls backwards in shock, both by the evident presence of other people and the mention of her first love. “I think we better go in and see how he’s doing!”

The performer tries her best to float downward but moves somewhat slowly compared to the spirit of the person beside her.

Wait… beside her?

A familiar young boy descends from on high and grabs the concerned redheaded girl around the waist, practically cackling in glee.

“So Misty, you’re really worried about me!” There’s a brief exchange as the girl whirls around, another male party standing beside her, confused by her reaction. “Come for a ride with me, Misty!”

And Ash Ketchum playfully lifts this redheaded girl up into the air by her hips.

“Wh - what are you doing, Ash?!” Serena squeaks. It’s so forward of him! So childish! A sudden burst of power helps her maneuver to his side and she urgently reaches out a hand to grab a hold of him, get him to look her in the eye and explain herself (plus perhaps he knows what’s even going on)… but her fingers glide through him as if he’s made of smoke and it’s only then that she notices…

“Ah! How is he see-through?!”

Next thing she knows, Ash has lost his grip on the other girl and she’s tumbling down, down…

There’s a tug at the back of her neck, limbs and nerves lurching as her surroundings go topsy-turvy, molding into something different. Suddenly, still airborne, she finds herself inside a dank, musty, and decrepit entrance-way. She might think it grand if not for the obvious age and lack of upkeep.

“Ash, open your eyes… Please, Ash!” the same female voice cries out from below, and Serena blinks, somewhat wary, disorganized after the sudden change of landscape.

Then she looks down and sees Ash Ketchum sprawled supine on the ground, a destroyed chandelier a few feet away… and that redheaded girl from before begging him to wake up.

“… I guess it’s time to go back…” a somewhat hollow yet familiar voice whispers agreeably from beside her and she jumps again, inhaling deeply as the spirit of her special someone drifts down and becomes one with his physical form.

He struggles to wake a few seconds later and the redheaded girl - Misty, Serena confirms somewhat darkly - weeps with a smile on her face, wiping a few stray tears away and flushing pink in relief.

A frigid block of ice plummets into the honey-haired spectator’s tummy as the two kids below her smile intimately, softly, at each other. She’s reminded quite frankly of Ash’s nostalgic tone, just as sweet in her previous memory, before she shakes her head rampantly, beckoning on a new thought.

No, it doesn’t mean anything special. She’s sure plenty of girls have cried gratefully for her Ash. She knows she certainly would have if she’d been there.

That same uncomfortable tugging wrenches her current world askew and now Serena, poor girl, is underwater. She gasps for breath, choking, clawing at an invisible yet powerful current. There’s a pinprick of light above her but she can’t reach it, can’t use it to pull herself up from the dark…

Then she breaks the surface in a frantic rage, tears welling in her eyes from the maddening fear as she floats numbly. It’s a fair few seconds before she realizes that she can’t feel the frosty bite as her breath leaving her gaping mouth, the icy sea she’s surrounded by, the very air she’s gulping emphatically down.

Still, she cries because this can’t not be the end. How can she possibly hope to survive when stranded alone out in the ocean without a prayer o - or a friend…!?

“Piikaaaa!” reaches her ears and it’s so close by that she can’t help wondering how she hadn’t noticed the Pikachu a few mere feet behind her. “Piikaaachuuuu!” the electric mouse continues to cry as loudly as possible.

And wait, she thinks, squinting furiously until she notices… Isn’t that Ash?! What could he possibly be doing here?! Oh no!

But she’s barely a strong enough swimmer to keep herself afloat, she can’t see land for miles, there’s no way she stands a chance of saving him…

She twists around and around, distraught over the situation, faces back in the opposite direction of the unconscious (hopefully only unconscious) Ash and distressed Pikachu just in time for a redheaded girl to clamor right through her, kicking powerfully and treading water with utmost precision.

Misty approaches the two capsized victims, quelling the electric mouse from his fretful terror, pulling the limp preteen boy up into her arms and holding his face above the surface of the water even as her own sometimes falls under, tugging on a rope Serena wouldn’t have otherwise noticed.

The three of them proceed ignorantly through her once more as they’re pulled back in what she can only assume is the direction of the very land she couldn’t find before.

Serena is overcome by a vague clout of envy, an emotion she recognizes from the times when Miette tended to outshine her with her confidence, and yet… Next moment, the feeling wanes, subsides as pride and relief flood her instead, threatening to (and forgive the irony) drown her in their wake.

The familiar sickening jolt carries her away and, next thing she knows, she’s blinking her eyes open on a brittle, bleak seashore. Somewhat expectantly, she turns until she sees them. Ash, along with Misty and some other boy she hadn’t met before this are grouped before her.

The redheaded girl is practically crying again, hand to the preteen boy’s chest as she fervently shakes him back to life with unsettled entreaties. What once was a heavyset jealousy residing in Serena’s stomach works its way up her esophagus as a pitiful prayer of hope, transformed to unrestrained solace when the young boy stirs back to waking.

“At least he’s okay… At least,” and the girl can’t help the wonderment that accompanies her next few words, “Misty was there to save him.”

The name, the presence; it was all a curse mere seconds (or was it eons?) ago.

And, without further ado, Serena is whisked away once more.

She’s transported to many different worlds this night, or so it seems. She wakes in rivers, on roads, surfing on Pokemon or ferried on boats; she watches the two of them bicker with, protect, fear for each other; she watches them struggle to survive in some other dire circumstance; she witnesses them lose sleep over discussions of shared dreams under inky nightfall and braces herself for their friendly rivalry culminating in sporting competition beside blazing sunlight; she follows one as they cry out the others name in wretched concern; brazenly sticks to the other when they run away, slighted, mere hours before the two are doomed to say goodbye…

When Serena indeed wakes soundly from her slumber the next morning, she’s convinced that none of it could be real despite the tears streaking unconsciously down her cheeks as she stares bemusedly at the ceiling.

How can two people go through so much and not be together, stay together…? How can anything stand to come between them?

The thought courses through her but the immature part of her, unable to release her grip on the Ash she’s been chasing since she left home, quashes it instantaneously. Restless, she jerks around in bed, determined not to succumb to her own concession.

And yet, some of vision-Misty’s final words come to mind…

“I see it now too, Ash… How important she is… and how you feel about her.”

It’s with this admission that she finds herself capable of forgiving Ash’s awkwardness around her as they’re all eating breakfast a couple hours later.

But it’s not over until it’s over… right?

(Okay so I guess I should apologize? It’s very hard to fit this prompt into the required word limit. I honestly could have fleshed it out with more definitive examples beyond the two the anon requested but it would have ended up a good 5000 words long. I also… was a bit confused by certain parts of the prompt. Anyway, I did my best and I like the finished product.)

#pokeshipping #amour//shipping #flash fic #fanfiction #ash x misty #aaml #requests #word count: 1490 #the last thought in italics could be serena deciding to redouble efforts to win ash's heart #or it could be more of a subdued wave of a white flag #the choice is yours

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rkkyul · 5 years

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운명을 찾아낸 둘이니까 190725 MGA SEASON 5 + EPISODE FIVE + #5050 FEATURING : CHOI MINHO & JEON HEEJIN ⟨ ━━ ❀ ° PART ONE: PERFORMANCE, BBOOM BBOOM + DNA ( 0:00 - 1:55 ) ⟩

her mouth is full of chunks of noodles but she speaks anyway, hand raised to her mouth in an attempt to make the action appear a little less nasty than it actually was. “honestly - i don’t mind.” her pink hair waves with the rapid shaking of her head - adding on to the fact that they were all practically saying the same thing. “dancing, singing, it’s whatever! just don’t make me rap, please?” and that was a personal plea.

an invitation from minho brought the trio to a restaurant that kyulkyung was just so in love with. they gathered in hopes of getting to know one another better and figure out exactly what they would be doing the rest of the week. and so far, this was going better than the woman could’ve hoped for.

when her pairing was once again announced first, it was hard to contain her excitement. this week she had truly hit the jackpot.

“i’ve danced this entire time, i’m sure everyone’s bored with it.” she jokes, pausing to take a sip of water amidst her devouring of her noodles. this certainly wasn’t her usual burger after thursday filming, but it did not disappoint. “i can sing, dance, do both!! it’s okay!”

in all honesty, she worried a bit about her performances on the show. were they becoming too repetitive? kyulkyung had yet to showcase any singing skill the entirety of her time on the show ( other than her audition ), and the fact made her nervous. sure, she was a good dancer, but wasn’t she more than that?

the woman kept these worries to herself, wanting to do what would be best for everyone rather than just herself. advancing was crucial for the whole team, not just two of them, and that involved some leniency when it came to selecting a performance. everyone needed to be comfortable, willing to share the spotlight equally and lucky for them, that was exactly the case.

❀

kyulkyung admittedly was not a morning person. usually bright and peppy, the woman could barely manage to crack a genuine smile when sleep still laced every nerve and muscle in her body. it was a tiny bit easier when she was walking with heejin - her hair messily tied up into a bun and face bare despite the cameras that awaited them in sphere’s practice room.

the thought of practicing in a company practice room was exciting to her, but the woman managed to keep her cool. she didn’t know much about many kpop idols, but knowing that practicing in these rooms meant that they were that much closer to the end was thrilling. it was hard to believe that they were going into episode five - that she was going into episode five.

she auditioned without worries, not thinking of how far she could actually make it and yet here she was - walking into a sphere practice room to prepare for the fifth episode’s performance, hopes high and soaring as wild as ever.

the pair are expecting minho to meet them at the practice room, but she is NOT expecting the fear that overcomes her when she sees something unexpectedly colorful and tall sitting ominously in the center of the room. kyulkyung pauses midstep - door pressed firmly against her palm and mouth open in shock as she stares at the... clown wig?

the woman looks around before narrowing her eyes at the mirror, biting down on her lip but unable to stop the smile that spreads across her lips when minho’s reflection stares back at her.

“heejin... should we be worried?” she whispers to the other girl, leaning a bit closer to her partner but eyes fixated on the clown wig that rests atop minho’s head.

“just one question.” she calls out into the room, “how long have you been sitting there like that?”

❀

practice for episode five was vastly different than the past week’s. kyulkyung was filled with worry while the environment that surrounded her this week proved to be vastly different. alongside having a trio that just genuinely got along and decided on their roles easily, the other group that shared the room with them made the experience that much more enjoyable. from facetiming suwoong from kyungsoo’s phone to eating the quiche he brought it, it was hard for the woman to have any type of worry.

not to mention changbin who just had to flatter her and boost her ego a thousand times over. “you’re one of the best dancers here!” and she just couldn’t help but hug him.

the thought crossed her mind at least once, maybe she was just having too much fun. but she just couldn’t help it.

the light-hearted nature of their performance made it easy to enjoy, but exciting to watch, the woman loved piecing it together, laughing over their mistakes but growing confident in their teamwork.

“oh my god, minho - heejin now!” kyulkyung gestured wildly to the younger girl who stood a wreck. her hair askew, flying in all directions because of the headgear that framed her eyes.”we have to protect her image! hurry!!” she was laughing but moving quickly to stick her face in front of the camera - making dumb faces at the lenses as minho took care of heejin’s mess. their practices involved a lot of this, a lot of laughs and food but also a lot of excitement.

she had done fun routines before, but none like this. it was easy to smile, genuine movements able to create an undeniably alluring performance.

and she couldn’t wait to show it.

❀

when filming came around, the woman couldn’t help the anticipation leading up to their stage. it was hard to sit still, becoming more thankful that they were the first trio to perform as she couldn’t imagine waiting much longer. similar to last week, kyulkyung hoped they could introduce episode five in a good way - set that bar high and expectations wild for the remained of the episode. performing first meant not having the pressure of following up a good stage and she’s sure that at this point in the competition, everything would be a good one.

the mashup they selected complemented each other nicely, the stage they formulated to bring fourth a lighthearted atmosphere which reflected the past week perfectly. “we didn’t forget the goggles and the controller did we?” she asks, hopeful eyes met with reassurance that they would do just fine.

“hello! we are the royal court!” the trio greeted, introducing episode five with bright eyes and a playful atmosphere. straightening out the colorful stripes decorating her crop top, kyulkyung pulls at the fabric - shifting her weight on her feet as she waits to introduce herself. she holds her head high and keeps her shimmering lips pulled into a smile when she introduces herself, switching to chinese to begin her introduction per usual. “hello! number 5050, zhou jieqiong here! we prepared something a bit more fun to watch this week, hope you like it!”

a stool is sat center stage while kyulkyung and minho move to their respective ends of the stage - the pair at the end of opposite runways while heejin moves to the center one. the trio had planned this out vigorously, coming up with a cute scenario for their performance that would certainly be entertaining to follow along. it isn’t hard to shift into the atmosphere of their routine, a naturally bubbly woman living for a song and performance as creative as theirs.

this week was vastly different than what she had shown with suwoong last week, and kyulkyung loved keeping everyone on their toes. what side of her would she show next? the mgas proved to be an excellent place for her to experiment the different sides of her dancing persona, the perfect platform to receive feedback and grow based on that. while last week seemed to have some mixed reviews, she cannot wait to show the her that she felt most comfortable in.

heejin’s walks towards the stool where their makeshift VR headset rests along with a controller, the “announcer’s” voice following shortly after.

JEON HEEJIN, SELECT A SONG TO CONTINUE

and so their performance begins - the song mashup turning up as kyulkyung and minho begin to slowly move up and down as characters do in the selection menu. she attempts a cute pose to match her song, bboom bboom’s bubbly lyrics and music bringing forth the darling in her.

“what are you doing? that’s my song that’s playing.” she speaks out, throwing on a pout and crossing her arms as she stares across the runway at minho, who counters with a no, it’s my song. she chose yours last time! before they’re rushing towards center stage.

지금 내 눈엔 눈엔 눈엔 네 어깨 무릎 발 (oh) 숨이 탁 막힐 것 같아 난 너만 보면

there were a lot of new experiences for kyulkyung this week. alongside relying on acting a bit more this week and usage of props, the woman was finally showcasing her singing on the show. the fact was exciting, but at the same time she couldn’t help but fear the reactions. she wasn’t a bad singer by any means, and most of her vocals this week were prerecorded anyways, but still, what if it’s worse than what everyone was expecting?

the thought worried her, but in all honesty, she didn’t care. the woman wasn’t a singer by any means; dancing was her overall best talent and the skill she always relied most on. but she had read comments of wanting something different and new besides all the dancing and what better way to show it? this week she was accompanied by heejin who arguable had one of the best voices on the show and minho who not only had a decent voice but knew how to perform with it as well. in all honesty, she had a bit of an advantage this week learning from them ( especially considering the fact that she was in no way embarrassed to ask for help ).

숨이 콱 막힐 것 같아 넌

the concept they went with was a bit easier skill wise than what she was used to, but was definitely more on the creative side. it was performances like this that she enjoyed best - loving being able to follow along with a story and watch the talent that matched it. heejin was playing a video game and kyulkyung and minho were the characters too busy fighting for her attention, wanting to be picked so they were constantly competing with one another. it was a bit ironic given their current situation, but nonetheless it was fun to perform.

because we’ve found our destiny - the two songs link up here, the two dancers pulling heejin into the game and taking her goggles and controller from her. up until this point, the other girl had been singing, contemplating her choice between minho and kyulkyung as they danced for her attention. as they tug her closer, she manages to pull the younger girl closer to her side - pushing minho out of the way and getting her to dance to bboom bboom with her.

give it to you my 눈눈눈눈눈눈 눈빛 쏟아지는 my 터터터터터터 터치

하나뿐인 my 럽럽럽럽럽 my luver 내 머리부터 뿜뿜

내 발끝까지 뿜뿜 뿜뿜 어

the two girls’ voices blend so well together, the soft tones complementing the song nicely as they dance together. kyulkyung’s character tries her best to make heejin forgot about minho and his stupid song because hers is so much better ( and definitely more fun ). this is the part where kyulkyung’s live vocals can finally be heard, not wanting to push it too much this week and instead relying more on prerecorded vocals for the characters - allowing heejin to take that spotlight but also giving her a chance to dance when they all come together.

이 모든 건 우연이 아니니까

minho manages to sneak up on the dancing pair, coming back into the frame as he pushes kyulkyung out of the way to begin dancing with heejin. at first, kyulkyung appears shocked but she just steps to the side and watches until the other girl notices minho had taken her place. the two meet eyes, confused and bewildered before they shrug. and finally the trio begins to dance together, letting that competition die and slowly bring their performance to an end.

just feel it 뿜뿜 네 앞에서 난 뿜뿜 네게 줄게 뿜뿜 뿜뿜 어( 운명을 찾아낸 둘이니까, DNA )

give it to you my 눈눈눈눈눈눈 눈빛 쏟아지는 my 터터터터터터 터치

하나뿐인 My 럽럽럽럽럽 my luver 내 머리부터 뿜뿜

내 발끝까지 뿜뿜 뿜뿜 어

their performance ends and kyulkyung is catching her breath, smiling as always and feeling like she’s on top of the world. the adrenaline from their routine is slowly simmering down, but all she can think about is the satisfaction of a fun performance.

#rkmga5 #rkmga5trios #etc: italics are chinese #wc: 2076 #rkheejin #rkmason #rkkyungsoo #rksuwoong #rkxbin #FINALLY #❀ ° ～ once upon a time.#ALSO THANK YOU TO MEI FOR THE EDIT

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Halo- Chapter 2

SPN-FICFANATIC MASTERLIST

“HALO” MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER THREE

Fic Summary: You’ve lived next door to Jensen and Jared for a year and have had a somewhat strained relationship. After a recent and massive change in your life your paths cross again and they discover the cause of that, and bridges start to mend in unexpected ways.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Platonic!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 2989

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Quick but Sweet Smut

Warnings: Very short NSFW (no GIFS), my first attempt at smut (which is a warning in itself), swearing again

Trigger Warning: Descriptions of domestic violence.

A/N: I wasn’t planning to post this so soon but I’ve been blown away by its popularity, and everyone has been so kind, so I wanted to post this quickly as a thank you xx

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A few hours later you had successfully proved to Jensen that he was indeed a suck shot, and that there was only one Queen of Halo in the World. He couldn’t help but steal glances at you from time to time, your smile as you gamed was intoxicating and he didn’t feel like he could ever get enough. This Y/N was a stark contrast to the one from only a few hours prior, it was like you were a new person the second you stepped into his apartment.

“Dude, you’re looking at me again,” you said bluntly as you stared at the screen with your controller right at your chest, concentrating on the shot. You felt Jensen shift next to you nervously and you giggled.

“Sorry, it’s just nice. To see you smiling,” he replied blushing.

“I hope to do THAT more often,” you replied, hitting pause and turning to grin at him. Your eyes caught movement behind the curtain and Jensen saw a flash of fear across your face before you realised it was Jared returning home. You relaxed as he opened the door, and he looked at you in surprise.

“Y/N! Hey, it’s good to see you! I see you took Jay up on his offer to hang out?” he said with a smile.

“Yer but you didn’t tell me how bad he is at this game. A little warning next time Jared,” you scoffed.

“OK OK, enough with the beat down. I’m a good shot and you can’t convince me otherwise,” he told you, taking a sip of his beer.

“Um Y/N? A taxi pulled up to your driveway as I came in. Are you expecting someone?” Jared asked, putting his bag down. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Oh shit, I forgot I had a doctor’s appointment!” you gasped, standing up quickly holding your side to avoiding jostling your stomach around. Jensen made to help you stand but you brushed him off. “I gotta run, thanks for the game Jay!”

“Do you need me to go with you?” he asked concerned. Jared flashed him a confused glance while you smiled back.

“It’s ok, thank you though. Gotta get used to this independence thing. Catch you later though?”

“Absolutely, come over whenever you get back.”

You waved at them both as you walked out the door and closed it behind you, and once Jared was sure you were in the taxi he spoke up.

“Dude, I’ve been gone for 5 hours and suddenly you’re offering to take her to doctors’ appointments?” Jared asked incredulously. Jensen sighed and threw him a beer from the fridge.

“Sit down, I’ll catch you up.”

2 hours later you stepped gingerly out of the taxi, holding your side as you walked to your apartment. After having your wound poked and prodded you were feeling a bit sore and sorry for yourself, and looking forward to lying on your couch with something binge-worthy. As you unlocked your door you heard your neighbours’ door open, and were surprised to turn and see Jared standing there and not Jensen as you expected.

“Hey Jared, how’s it going?” you asked tiredly, holding onto the door handle for support.

“Yer fine, I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Jay filled me in while you were gone,” he replied, looking downcast. You nodded with a frown.

“I’m ok. Well, I’m not like fabulous or anything but I’m doing fine, and I know you guys are right next door which feels nice. The paper-thin walls I hated so much over the last year are suddenly making me feel so much safer,” you laughed half-heartedly. “Anyway, I’m gonna head inside and watch something trashy, see ya.”

“Well actually, speaking of trashy, that was the other reason I came over,” he said, handing a box set over to you. You raised an eyebrow as you saw the front cover, and grinned when his face stared back at you.

“Season One of Supernatural? This is brilliant,” you laughed. “And not at all trashy.”

“Have you seen it? I just thought, with Michael being like he was…”

“No no, I haven’t. I mean, I knew you guys did the show because I’ve seen the ads… I always thought it looked pretty awesome. And you’re right, I’d never get to watch this in a million years before.”

“Well, maybe you can now,” he said with a smile. You looked up into his eyes and were suddenly overcome with a strange urge. Pushing yourself forward, you reached out and wrapped your arms around his waist and rest your head against his chest, experiencing your first genuine hug in about a year. He happily returned it, being careful not to hurt you by squeezing too hard.

“Thanks Jare, really,” you told him, feeling a little emotional over the contact.

“Anytime. Consider it part of my penance for being a crappy neighbour,” he replied, to receive a slap on the arm.

“Don’t be daft. You have nothing to feel bad about, either of you,” you told him firmly, and he put his palms up in surrender.

“OK OK, don’t take my arm off,” he replied jokingly. You started to go inside when a thought occurred to you.

“Hey, if you want to watch yourselves killing bad guys come on over, my couch is big enough for three,” you told him with a wink. He laughed and waved you off, letting you go instead and get comfortable with your new favourite TV show.

For the next couple of days the guys would listen to their voices floating through the walls. You really knew how to binge they thought impressed, and pretty soon you were halfway through the season. They opted not to watch it with you, giving you a bit of space and allowing you to watch without the running commentary from them that they knew they’d have trouble biting back. A couple of times you came by for a beer and to ask questions. Another time they were interrupted by pounding on the wall followed with “You’re not gonna die, right Jay? Sam’s gonna fix ya… RIGHT?” to which all they could respond with was laughter.

Your scream of “WHAT!!!” signalled the end of the season, and they prepared a beer for your entrance. Two seconds later you bolted through the door looking dishevelled.

“How could they leave it there? You get hit by a damn truck? You survive right? Well, I guess you must, you’re still going to work but what about John? Gah! I hate this show,” you complained, catching the drink as it was thrown to you and taking a swig.

“And of course, by hate you mean you want to marry it and have little Supernatural babies right?” Jensen asked with a smirk. You glowered at him before swearing.

“You know me too well Ackles.”

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Months passed and you seemed to be doing well. You and the guys had developed a real lasting friendship, though you definitely had a greater connection with Jensen. To say you had a little crush was an understatement but being certain he’d never feel the same about you you pushed those feelings down to the deepest depths of your soul. The day your mother turned up at your doorstep however threatened to change everything.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” you asked meekly. She was always a powerful woman, which you surmised was probably why you’d fallen in with Michael in the first place.

“I’m here to bring you home Y/N,” she announced, barging in and standing in the middle of your living room. You closed the door, silently praying no-one was home next door to hear this exchange.

“Enough is enough, you’ve been living on your own now for months without a job, without a husband, without support of any kind and I’ve had enough. I can only take so many phone calls listening to your pathetic lies about those horrid actors before coming down here and straightening you out myself. I mean honestly Y/N, you’ve burrowed yourself into a little hole here and made up this ridiculous fantasy life filled with Hollywood heartthrobs and I’m tired of it. This is Vancouver for goodness sake, not California. Now Michael wasn’t perfect but at least he was real and he provided for you. You’re coming home and I’m getting you some help. NOW!”

You cowered at her tone, unable to help yourself. With the help of the guys you had come completely out of your shell but her behaviour was giving you flashbacks to your previous life. You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and before you could nod your head in acceptance you heard your door knock. There was literally only one of two people this could be, and with a resigned sigh you opened the door a couple of inches.

“Get rid of them Y/N, we have work to do,” your Mother stated firmly from behind you as she started to inspect the living room.

You looked up to see Jensen’s angry face looking back at you. “Now’s not a good time Jay,” you told him, moving to shut the door. He put his foot in the way however and reached out to take your hand.

“Play along alright?” he whispered, low enough for only you to hear, before pushing the door open wide and entering. “Sweetheart, you didn’t mention your mother was coming to visit!” He exclaimed loudly, grabbing the attention of your mother who was currently throwing your Dean and Sam bobbleheads in the bin. She stared at him with her mouth open wide, before holding out her hand to offer a handshake.

“Hello, and you are?” she replied, taking in his height and appearance. “You just called my daughter ‘sweetheart’, however she’s yet to mention to me that she has a partner.”

She retreated her hand at this point, noting with disdain his refusal to shake it.

“Are you sure about that? Because I’m almost certain I overheard you say just now that you HAD heard of those ‘horrid actors’.”

The colour drained from your mother’s face at this point as realisation hit that you’d been telling her the truth this entire time, though she kept her composure. Standing as tall as she could she clutched her bag to her side, simply for something to hold onto.

“So, you ARE real. I would have expected any actor with the brains to rise to star in his own television show to be smart enough to know when he’s too good for my daughter. So, you’ll have to excuse my disbelief at Y/N’s wild stories.”

You looked to the ground, tears falling quietly at her words. They cut deep because you knew they were true, and you felt Jensen’s grip tighten around your hand.

“Now you listen here. Y/N is an intelligent, funny and incredibly generous human being. Meeting you I have to wonder where on God’s green Earth she picked that up because she certainly didn’t learn them from you. But, however it happened, I am eternally grateful to call her my fiancée. I am supporting her in every way possible and will be sure to cross you off the guest list, because we’ll only be inviting friends and family to our wedding. Hollywood weddings and all; I’m sure you understand.”

You had barely heard anything after the word fiancée, but based on your mother’s expression it can’t have been good. You held Jensen’s hand tighter as you watched her face go from a bright red to a light purple, and without a word she stomped out of your apartment and slammed the door behind her. You were shaking and you felt Jensen’s arms wrap around you tightly.

“It’s ok, you’re safe I promise,” he told you gently, stroking your hair. You burrowed your face into his chest and let the tears come, not even caring that you were sobbing by this point. He carefully pulled you toward the couch and sat you down next to him as you wept.

10 minutes later you felt you had cried all the tears you could. To his credit he hadn’t moved an inch the entire time, stroking your hair and muttering the odd word of affection here and there.

“How’re you doing?” he asked concerned as you pulled away. You wiped your wet cheeks with the palm of your hand and huffed out a laugh.

“Dude, you essentially told my mother to fuck off. I’m better than I’ve been in ages.”

“Are you sure?” he asked with a frown. “I’m so sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have but hearing her speak to you like that just made me so angry and I couldn’t-“

“Shush,” you told him sternly. “That woman... she may have given birth to me but she was never a mother. I could never stand up to her but you did it for me and I’m beyond grateful. I can’t even begin to think what might have happened to me if I’d gone with her. Jay... I’m pretty sure you just saved my life.”

You looked up into his eyes so he could see the sincerity in them, and he too stared back at you before his gaze fell to your lips. You noticed his breathing quicken as he leaned forward, and before you realised what was happening his lips were on yours. You sharply inhaled through your nose in surprise, and quickly returned the kiss with a low moan at the back of your throat. He lifted you from your place on the couch so you were sitting in his lap, while you ran your hands through his hair as your pace quickened, your tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths without hesitation. You could feel the bulge in his jeans growing, which in turn caused your own tingles in places you didn’t know could do that anymore. With one swift motion you unbuttoned your top to expose your bare chest, and Jensen pulled back unexpectedly.

“Y/N,” he panted, wetting his lips as he took you in. A look of concern flashed across his face and he opened his mouth to speak but you quickly placed your palm against his mouth and looked into his eyes with a smile.

“Yes, I want this. Yes, I’m on the pill. No, I don’t care about what I’ve been through anymore. All I want is to feel you pressed up against my naked body... preferably in the bedroom as the couch is quite sma-“

You let out a happy squeal as Jensen immediately stood and held you straddled on his hips, supporting you by holding his hands under your ass. You started sucking his neck as he carried you, and he let out a low groan of approval before you felt yourself being gently thrown onto the bed. He ripped off his top, and you giggled as you heard a few buttons tinkle as they hit your bedroom wall and floor. He shrugged with a grin before throwing himself on top of you, straddling each leg on either side of yours as he grinded himself against you. Your lips found each other and you proceeded to unbutton his pants and slide them down his legs with your feet. The skirt you were wearing had now ridden up so far it was on your belly, giving Jensen easy access to reach down and touch your now wet clit. It took you by surprise and the moan that escaped your lips was almost animalistic, as your back arched off the mattress unconsciously.

“Please,” you begged quietly. “Jay, I need you inside me. It’s been so long...”

You felt your underwear being pushed aside, and his tip pressed against you before you sensed his hesitation. You looked to find him watching for your reaction, and when you leaned up to kiss him harder before pulling him back down onto the mattress with you, he slid himself in. You let out a little gasp, and he whipped his head up to look at you concerned.

“Y/N? Are you ok?”

You nodded with a smile as a tear escaped from the corner of your eye. Jensen didn’t look at all convinced, and pulled himself up on his arms to see you properly.

“I swear Jay, I promise I’m fine. It’s just... this is the first time in a long time that it hasn’t hurt. This is incredible,” you whispered, running your hand through his hair and smiling as a grin spread across his face.

“I’m going to make you feel so good babe, I swear it,” he replied, leaning back down to kiss your neck as he started to pull himself back and forth inside you. Your bodies rocked together on the bed as you quickly neared climax, the unspoken understanding between you that while the feeling was sensational, this wasn’t the right time to draw it out. You could feel the pressure building inside you and your cries became louder and closer together. He thrust harder and faster, his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

“Cum for me baby, I’m right there, fuck,” he swore, and as you felt yourself tip over the edge his body shuddered as he came inside you. You swore loudly as he continued to thrust and pulled yourself closer against his body as you rode out the waves which felt never-ending. When they finally did Jensen pulled out and laid himself across your body with a content sigh. You lay underneath him, not giving an ounce of care to the sheets on the bed as you chose to just snuggle in his embrace rather than jump straight into the shower like you used to. It was a foreign concept to you and you quickly fell asleep with a smile on your face, comforted by the knowledge that your old life was now officially 100% behind you.

Chapter Three (final) coming soon

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"HALO” MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER THREE

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