#melanie do u think this could be us. i think so :)

[carakook]

Bloom. °˖✧✿✧˖°

“Sorry, I assumed he was your boyfriend because of the way you were tongue fucking outside. My bad.”

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⚘7. Two Petals on the Same Flower

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⚘Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader ⚘Synopsis: After your unexpected reunion with Jungkook, you must go on with the night and act completely normal... but shit just keeps going wrong. Surely Jeon Jungkook is a demon. ⚘Genre:Forbidden love ⚘Word count: 11.5k+ ⚘Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only, MDNI, emotional, mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex, angst, conflict, religious metaphors (the story is not religious but makes references to a higher power, karma, fate, etc.), cigarette use, alcohol use, subtle arguing, jealousy, bullying? (fucking Sena), heavy tension, cheating, mentions of cheating, mentions of falling out of love/breaking up. Let me know if I miss anything! ⚘Disclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please don’t take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story. ⚘A/N: WOW OK SORRY I AM A DAY LATE BUT I HAD ISSUES WITH THE 4096 ERROR, I FIGURED OUT A LOOPHOLE WHICH CONSISTED OF ME COPYING AND PASTING THIS INTO A WORD DOCUMENT, OPENING IT ON MY PHONE, AND THEN COPYING AND PASTING IT AGAIN IN THE APP. ANYWAYS. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I am sorry for the lack of uploads. Please forgive me if there are any typos. Already working on chapter 8! Things are picking up, how do you think things will go? LOVE YOU!

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♪ Secrets - The Weeknd

♪ Guilty - TaeMin

♪ Agora Hills - Doja Cat

♪ Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez

♪ if u think i’m pretty - Artemas

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 It’s incredibly rare for you to smoke, as it isn’t exactly a healthy habit to form… Seojoon hates it, and you grew up watching adults do it all around you, swearing you would never pick up the same habit…

And although it isn’t a habit for you… sometimes you just need a fucking cigarette.

You never used to smoke, but Jungkook introduced you to it. Of course he did. On one of the nights you spent with him a long time ago, he went for a smoke outside. You remember scolding him for the nasty habit, telling him you don’t want to kiss him and taste burnt tobacco rather than his own pretty taste. But then he explained how relaxing it can be, how it’s ok to do things like this in moderation. Bad habits don’t make you a bad person, he said. It’s a quick fix for anxiety in some cases. So, you tried you it… and you realized that maybe he was right. You’re an adult, you’re allowed to indulge sometimes, even if it isn’t the best for you. And as much as you hate admitting it, Jungkook was fucking sexy when he smoked.

So, you started smoking too. Not often of course, only socially or when you needed to calm your nerves. An occasional indulgence, if you will…

Much like the kiss you shared with Jungkook moments ago.

You stayed behind after he went back inside, because there was no fucking way you could keep composed in front of everyone after that. Your lips were fucking swollen from the way he kissed you anyway, he left them pink and glossy with traces of him all over you. You remembered you kept an emergency pack of cigs in your bag, one that you haven’t touched in months, and you indulged.

You needed to get your shit together before facing everyone again. Needed to calm the fuck down and put your mask back on; that pretty, pretty mask, decorated in flowers and glitter, hiding the wilting flower growing underneath it. The flower you didn’t even realize was still there. The flower that you swore died when he left.

A cigarette was really the only way you could cope in the moment, and little did you know, Jungkook stepped out back to indulge just like you. Two peas in a fucking pod; or maybe two petals on the same flower.

You weren’t the only one holding on by a thread thanks to this little reunion. He was just better at pretending… fuck, has been pretending for months now. And tonight, he fears he may have a hard time keeping up the façade. Seeing you has awoken something inside of him that was long dormant, a slew of emotions he has no idea how to process. He needs to get his shit together just as much as you do, or he fears he may do something impulsive and stupid… if he knew his reaction to you would have been this strong, he probably would not have come tonight. But he just needed to see you again; his lilac aster, who isn’t much of an aster anymore…

His beautiful flower. Your biggest nightmare.

After smoking, you re-applied your lip stain for the second time, doused a bit more perfume on yourself, and practiced smiling in the car mirror like an idiot. Realized you have been gone far longer than you should have been considering you were only supposed to be grabbing your purse, so you try to act cool and nonchalant as you walk back inside. As if it was totally normal for you to spend 20 minutes outside when you were just doing a simple task.

You’ll just blame it on the anxiety, which isn’t a full on lie…

And as you glance across to the living room while removing your shoes… Seojoon isn’t there.

Neither is Sena or Jungkook.

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

This reminds you precisely as to why you called things off with Jungkook. You fucking kissed him out there, and now you’re paranoid someone saw. Was it Yoongi? Did he fucking tattle tell like a rat? You know he saw something, there is no way he didn’t with the way he stared at you when coming to get Jungkook.

“In the kitchen.”

You flinch hard when you here the deep voice address you, turn to the side to see Yoongi leaning on the door frame in the hallway. Looks like the fucking Chesire Cat, the way he’s smiling with an almost mischievous look in his eyes.

“Sorry?”

You respond stupidly, because he caught you by surprise, and you were wondering where three people were, not one. You should only be wondering where one of those people are, that is, if your conscious was clean. But it isn’t. ‘Guilty’ may as well be written across your forehead.

Yoongi knows better.

He shakes his head as he huffs out a little laugh, a laugh that doesn’t sound humorous at all, but almost sarcastic. “Your friend, he’s in the kitchen. Sena too. Said they were talking about some work shit.”

The way he refers to Seojoon as your friend is intentional. He could see the discomfort on your face when he called himself your boyfriend, just as much as he can see the guilt right now.

“Ahh, ok.” You mumble, nodding your head as you shuffle to your feet. You give him the most awkward smile, and then move to make your way to the kitchen. If you weren’t so guilty, you would probably feel incredibly uncomfortable at the thought of Seojoon being alone in the kitchen with Sena. But as of right now, it’s the human fucking cat making you uncomfortable.

“Your boyfriend went for a smoke, if you were wondering. He’s grilling the pork belly outside too. Looked pretty fucked when he came back inside.”

You freeze, because… boyfriend? Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Now he decides to throw the word around?

Does he know?

“Sorry?” You say again, turning to look at him with what was supposed to be a confused expression, but your eyes say it all. Guilt. Caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Bad, bad, bad.

He snickers at this, because he can tell your mind is reeling with thoughts about who might know. No one knows… other than him. See, Yoongi and Jungkook are close. Yoongi is who Jungkook goes to when he needs advice from someone who won’t be biased, someone who will tell him like it is, call him out on his bullshit. Yoongi is the only other soul who knows about the sins committed between you and Jungkook. He is well acquainted with the secret garden built between you two, much like Sohee is.

Everyone needs someone to tell their secrets to, after all.

Yoongi knew what was happening tonight. Jungkook told him, and Yoongi tried really hard to talk him out of coming. Tried to talk some sense into the idiot’s head, but he knew damn well Jungkook wouldn’t listen. Once Jungkook sets his mind to something, he can’t be stopped. So, Yoongi vowed he would at least attempt to keep the peace tonight, keep Jungkook in check.

Yoongi is also just really fucking good at reading people. Can tell easily when someone is lying. Can look at someone and guess what their trauma is. Always has been a perceptive man… but he’s also great at keeping secrets. A blessing and a curse.

Never one to judge, but always one to tell you when you’re being a shitty person.

And… Yoongi really likes fucking with people.

“Sorry, I assumed he was your boyfriend because of the way you were tongue fucking outside. My bad.”

You flinch again because, holy fuck, he did see. Why was he even watching? Is he about to blow your cover? Blackmail you? Scream to the top of lungs ‘they’re dirty cheaters!’

“He is not my boyfriend. Never has been.”

Not a lie, for once. Never was your boyfriend. Was… fuck. You don’t even know what he was.

Lover. Soulmate. Flower boy. Florist. Garden keeper. Guilty pleasure. A fucking demon who you cant escape, apparently.

Yoongi scoffs at you, because he hates this game. Sure, he wants to fuck with you, make you squirm a bit. Doesn’t like the fact that you showed up here for the first time to meet everyone and end up outside making out with someone you acted like you didn’t know. Thinks if you’re going to fuck up, do something that fucking risky, you may as well grow balls and admit to it when confronted.

He clearly knows, so he sees no reason for you to be defending yourself and deflecting. He gets it, he does, and he isn’t judging either of you. But fuck, don’t make him say it out loud.

He will if he has to. But he doesn’t want to throw that awful ‘M’ word around. Calling him your boyfriend is far less heavy than him voicing what he really was to you, or what you were to him.

“Right… well, I’m not here to start shit. I’m not here to tell everyone either, no one else is aware of your… situation. I’m just here to make sure Kook doesn’t act fucking stupid… so please, do us both a favor, and just… don’t.”

You feel your heartrate pickup and that familiar heat all over your body that comes with being called out. Like a scolded child. You’re getting both irritated and nervous. The only reassuring thing he just said was that he isn’t going to tell anyone… but why is he putting the blame on you?

If you knew Jungkook was going to be here, you wouldn’t have come. And you tried to avoid him, fuck, you went outside specifically to get away from him and get your head straight. But he followed you, of course he did, the love sick stray dog he’s become couldn’t help it.

“Scold him. Not me. If you’ll excuse me…”

Yoongi knows he’s coming off a bit harsh, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t know the details of your fucked up affair with him, he just knows the basics. One drunken night recently is when Jungkook confessed, after he found out you were dating Seojoon. Told Yoongi the basics of what happened and how it ended, and how fucked he still is. Yoongi always knew something was eating Jungkook up that went beyond his rocky marriage, and finding out exactly what it was… it made sense.

He doesn’t ever want to see Jungkook in such a bad spot again. So anguished and full of regret and yearning… he’s only trying to protect him, because even if he is the one being stupid, he’s still one of Yoongi’s dearest friends.

Biased? No. But he will do whatever it takes to lessen the messes Jungkook makes of himself, even if that means being a bit harsh towards you.

And you, you’re reeling. You want to ask Yoongi so many questions, such as how he knows, why he knows, if he hates you automatically after knowing who you are and what you’ve done. It definitely strikes you as odd that Yoongi is aware of who you are, because even if he knew about what happened between you and Jungkook, how would he automatically catch on to the fact it was you? Was it the kiss? Did that give it away..?

Or was this all pre-meditated?

So many questions, but now is not the time for answers. Maybe eventually you can ask, but as of now, you have a role to play; Seojoons perfect girlfriend, apparently.

So you once again, begin walking towards the kitchen.

“One more thing Y/N…”

Can he please just shut the fuck up and disappear?

“Hm?”

“Be so fucking careful around Sena. And I’m not talking about with Jungkook.”

Before you can even ask, he’s gone. You turn to question him, ask him why the fuck he’s being so cryptic, demand he just say what he means… but he’s gone. Chesire fucking cat.

You really don’t like what he said or how it made you feel, because… if not with Jungkook, then what? Why would you possibly need to be careful around that snake?

You huff. Run your fingers through your hair as you feel a migraine start to come on. Fuck, you need a drink, because the nicotine is already wearing off.

You finally end up making your way into the kitchen, but pause once you reach the entryway. See Sena and Seojoon… whispering.

You don’t like that either. What the fuck are they whispering about?

Sena looks irritated as fuck, waving her hands around animatedly as she speaks. Seojoon is looking down at her with an expression that mimics worry, and you try really hard to decipher what they’re saying before you’re noticed.

Fuck you wish tonight was over already. Too much shit is going wrong.

“They’re conspiring against us.”

You jump a little when you feel hot breath in your ear, hear the deep whisper of the man who’s been haunting your dreams for the last six months. You hate how the simple act of him whispering in your ear brings back several memories… all of them incredibly inappropriate.

“What?”

You look up at him as you ask, and he has a shit eating grin on his face. His pupils are still blown to shit, you wonder if its because he’s looking at you again or if they jus haven’t calmed down since the kiss. He smells heavily of smoke, cigarette smoke and charcoal, but fuck the way it mixes with his cologne…

Nope. Stop.

“Oh—I—Y/N. Sorry, I didn’t notice you. How long have you been standing there?”

Seojoon addresses you almost robotically, looking between you and Jungkook as you both stand awkwardly in the doorway of the kitchen. Immediately, alarm bells ring in your ear. You wonder why he’s even asking that, what they were talking about to warrant a question like that.

But you cant decipher whether this is a gut feeling, or guilt making you project your wrongdoings onto him. That’s what fucks you up the most; a woman’s intuition is rarely wrong, but how can you tell when you’re the guilty one?

You clear your throat, step to the side a bit to gain some distance from Jungkook. Can’t think straight when he’s all warm and smelling like a fucking lumberjack next to you.

“Uh… I just came in a bit ago, sorry I took so long, just really needed some air… what were you talking about?”

The entire time you speak, everyone’s eyes are on you. You can’t read the emotion on Seojoon’s face, it’s almost like he’s purposely masking it. Jungkook doesn’t even fucking try to hide how intensely he’s looking at you. And Sena… well, her look of disdain just grows.

Seojoon chuckles, shakes his head as he walks towards you, drapes his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in as he nods towards Sena.

“We were just talking about work, me and Sena are working on a project together but I haven’t had time to visit her at the office, so I thought it was great timing. Right Sena?”

He looks at Sena with the same expressionless look, and she doesn’t look at him at all. Her eyes are on you.

“Right.” She replies flatly before making her way beside Jungkook, who barely reacts to her linking their arms together.

Odd, in the way she seems so territorial… not just of him, but everything surrounding her. Including Seojoon.

Don’t like that. Not at all.

Seojoon nods awkwardly and then begins dragging you along towards the dining table, but stops when he moves to kiss your temple… looks at you, scrunches his nose up as he leans in to sniff you.

Fuck. Does he smell Jungkook?

You tense up a bit, wait for him to ask you why you smell like another man all of a sudden. Start praying that you will simply drop dead before you can even answer.

“Did you smoke or something? You smell like smoke, I hate it.”

Fuck… the smoke. Not the cologne, but the smoke.

You hate how relieved you feel knowing you haven’t been caught, although you are a bit offended. Hate how he addresses you like some unruly child in the moment.

You’re about to answer, say something snarky, but of course—

“Sorry man, that must be me. Was smoking and grilling the pork belly outside, must’ve rubbed off on your girl.”

Could he have worded it any worse?

Seojoon nods at Jungkook, regards him casually. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go and arching a playful brow at Jungkook.

“Ah, ok. But please, don’t rub off on my girlfriend, yeah?”

He chuckles before nodding towards the dining room, signaling for you to come with. In any other situation, you would have laughed at the dirty joke. But obviously, not right now, not when you still taste him on your lips, not while you’re remembering the several instances where Jungkook actually rubbed off on you, not while he’s standing right beside you.

If only he—

“If only he knew.”

Jungkook whispers as he passes you, turns around and walks backwards with his tongue sticking out and eyebrows wiggling up and down. Fuck, like he read your fucking mind. You have no idea how he can fucking say that right now, what if someone hears him? He’s being stupid, just as Yoongi said, and you aren’t even provoking him. You’re worried he’s going to get you both caught.

It's at that moment that Sena brushes past you, bumps your shoulder, which you are sure is intentional. She enters the dining room, doesn’t even say sorry, and quite frankly, you don’t care. You don’t have the energy for her petty shit, or for trying to dissect why she’s so weird with you and Seojoon. You have bigger problems, problems decorated in piercings and tattoos.

You grunt at him and roll your eyes, move to brush past him as you mumble simply, “Fucking stop.”

He playfully pouts at you, follows you into the dining room and says low enough for your ears only, “Fiiine I swear I’ll behave the rest of the night.”

You ignore him once you get into the dining room, put your mask back on quickly. Smile at everyone as they greet you warmly. Urge you to take a seat and join them for food. The smell of freshly grilled pork belly and many sides wafts through the air, and even then your appetite isn’t present. The only thing swirling in your stomach are fucking butterflies; or worms and flies, you don’t know anymore.

But you don’t make it obvious, instead you take a seat next to Seojoon, who has already made you a hefty plate of food. You thank him, and begin picking at it as you try to decipher what everyone is chatting about.

Until you feel a familiar warmth beside you again… and you swear to god, you are about to whack him with your fucking purse.

You immediately glare at Jungkook for taking a seat directly beside you, his big ass is so close that his thigh presses against yours. He holds his hand up in surrender, makes a pouty face at you.

“Hey! I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear, it’s the only open seat.”

You scoff at him, look around the table because you are fully prepared to call him out on his bullshit… but he’s actually telling the truth. You realize the table isn’t exactly the biggest, and every seat is taken except for the one he’s at. Sena is on his other side, so it makes sense for him to be sitting there… he isn’t lying.

Ah, ok, you just have absolute shit luck. Right. Got it.

You glare at him a second longer before averting your eyes, staring directly in front of you now… where Yoongi sits. Oh, how lovely. His eyebrow is raised as if to silently say ‘You’re both being stupidly obvious.’

You look away quickly, shoveling a bite of food into your mouth to try and distract yourself from how wrong everything is going. You’re thankful that only three people in the room are aware of it, but also… fuck. You really hate having to pretend when all you want to do is fucking scream.

Thank god for alcohol.

Because as the night goes on, you shamelessly drink as if it’ll be your last. You know how to handle your liquor, so you don’t overdue it, but you drink enough to silent your overthinking brain. In your tipsy state, it’s much easier to laugh along with the jokes being told or to join in on the conversation… it’s also much easier to ignore the thorn in your side.

Easy to ignore the way his eyes are constantly on you. Easy to ignore how every time you laugh, he mimics you. Easy to ignore how every time you speak, he pays such close attention that his mouth traces the words coming from your own. Easy to ignore how he’s subtly shifted closer to you throughout the little potluck dinner.

Easy for you to ignore, but impossible for him.

See, he’s torn. He hasn’t felt so fucking happy in such a long time, simply just being in the same room as you has him on cloud nine. But, fuck, he wishes you would acknowledge him. The fact that you’re ignoring him as if he doesn’t exist has made him grow a bit antsy… maybe even irritable underneath the euphoria he feels from being so close to you again.

So, so close… but still so far away.

Everyone is done eating now, most of the food is gone. Of course, your mac and cheese was a hit, and the pork belly went great with it. Everyone else had dishes just as delicious… with the exception of Sena, who brought a fucking salad full of spinach and kale.

You fight the urge to laugh at the fact the bowl is still full.

Now, everyone is enjoying dessert, the vibe is mellow. Of course you’re still on edge, but it’s easier to manage, because Jungkook really has been behaving. Other than the occasional ‘accidental’ touch, he hasn’t provoked you.

Taehyung, being the gracious host that he is, brewed a fresh pot of English tea to go with dessert. He was hell-bent on dipping the cookies you made in tea, said it was the perfect combo, and nothing is more soothing than a hot cup of tea. Everyone is so kind, with the exception of Sena, and they’ve all been very open and loving towards you. Even Yoongi has talked to you some, didn’t make it weird at all. Maybe he isn’t as bad as you thought… You are silently thankful for how much things have calmed down since the earlier shit show.

But of course, the calm always comes before the storm.

Jungkook was full of euphoria, even if he was irritable at the fact he couldn’t openly adore you… until he saw Seojoon’s hand gripping your thigh. If you’re being honest, you haven’t even noticed, alcohol always makes you a bit oblivious to things like that especially when you’re engaging in conversation with others. But Jungkook, oh, Jungkook noticed… and he cannot fucking stand it.

He is well aware that he has no fucking right to feel possessive or irritated with Seojoon’s hands on you; you aren’t his girl, you haven’t seen each other in months, and he knew you were coming here with him as your date. He knows.

But even though he knows, he can’t control how he feels in this moment. How he just wants to rip Seojoon’s hands right off of you, maybe even rip his arms off completely so he can’t touch you again. He feels like he’s gonna turn into the fucking Hulk.

The ugly green monster, big, bad, scary, out of control: Jealousy, an emotion he has never been good at controlling.

He bounces his leg up and down, feeling like he’s gonna crawl out of his skin the more he stares at Seojoon caressing your thigh. Feels like he needs to make him stop, but he can’t just tell him to stop, that would be weird. That would give it all away, and although Jungkook is near the point of not giving a fuck who knows about your shared past… he’s also well aware of how reckless he has been all night.

He knows damn well how reckless it would be to make things so obvious. It’s your secret, too, and he has no right to make it known unless you choose to; and he knows you wouldn’t ever choose that willingly. He wouldn’t either, not here anyway, even if he thinks about it.

But then he sees Seojoon laugh, pick up his cup of luke-warm tea, take a sip, and put it back down.

Gets an idea. An extremely petty one.

Before he can talk himself out of it, he says casually, “Mmm this tea could use some sugar, ‘scuse me…”

He reaches over you towards the sugar cubes, even though there’s a cup of them right in front if him, and he makes a move to grab them. But after grabbing the little cup full of sugar cubes, he ‘accidentally’ knocks Seojoon’s cup of tea off of the table…

Right into your lap, spilling all over you and all over Seojoon’s hand.

Seojoon hisses, yanks his hand away from your thigh. You let out a little squeak, although the tea isn’t piping hot anymore, it’s warm and uncomfortable as it covers your thighs and a portion of your dress.

“What the fuck, man?” Seojoon asks irritably, and honestly is being a little dramatic. He’s cradling his hand as if it burns or hurts, but you know it doesn’t considering it didn’t burn you at all, wasn’t even hot.

You also know this was no accident, judging by that look in Jungkook’s eyes that you’ve seen in the past; the look of satisfaction blended with fake innocence… the same look he used to give you when he would edge the fuck out of you even though you begged him to just let you finish.

You immediately move to grab a napkin, which you half expected Seojoon to do for you, but he’s too busy cradling his hand. Drama king. You begin dabbing at your dress and thighs, shooting Jungkook a glare similar to the one earlier.

He flashes the most innocent, apologetic, fake-ass smile you’ve ever seen, grabs a napkin and starts assisting you in cleaning up the mess on your thighs.

“Ah, I’m so sorry, I’m so clumsy sometimes. Let me help…”

Two things go through your mind; why is Jungkook helping you, but not Seojoon, and holy fuck, he is touching your thighs.

To the rest of the table, who are stuck between scolding Jungkook and checking on you and Seojoon, his touches probably seem clinical; an attempt to help fix his mess… but to you, it feels as if the tea sticking to your skin is suddenly piping hot. His fingers fucking burn when they touch your skin, and it causes goose bumps to raise all over your body.

You shoot him a look, although you aren’t sure of your expression. He makes eye contact, doesn’t dare look away as he slowly wipes the napkin over your skin, dabbing away the liquid until your skin is dry.

That same needy look he used to get when you were on top. Those fucking eyes that beg you for anything, everything, suck you in. It’s as if he’s silently saying, ‘please let me touch, I’ll do anything.’

You hate yourself at this moment, the alcohol somehow doesn’t dim down the sensations of his fingers in your skin. You wonder why when Seojoon was caressing your thigh, you barely noticed… yet this small touch from Jugkook is setting you alight in a way you haven’t been in so fucking long.

Why are you even thinking about these things? Why are you remembering these things about him? They’re all supposed to be buried in the soil along with your dead flower. Is the flower still alive? Has it somehow survived these months of anguish and healing?

Did you ever heal at all? Did you ever truly get over him, or did you just get better at not thinking about him every second of the day?

Fuck. This is a mess. The way he’s looking at you doesn’t help, and what's worse is you cannot look away. Your thighs are dry now, and he dabs uselessly at the wet spot on your dress as his other hand boldly reaches up and skims the side of your leg… what the fuck is he doing? At a table full of people?!

You don’t even realize that Seojoon is now arguing petulantly with Taehyung. Oh, sweet Taehyung, who is being just as dramatic as Seojoon, fretting over his hand as if it’s the end of the fucking world that Jungkook spilled luke-warm tea on him.

“Jungkook-ah, say you’re sorry! You could’ve hurt him, him and his pretty hands!”

That snaps Jungkook out of it, the needy look leaving his face quickly as he snatches both hands away from you as if you are the one burning him now. He won’t even look at you.

Because he just almost lost control. Genuinley, he was not paying attention to those around you both. He got fucking sucked into another dimension, full of flashbacks, pictures of flowers and your face, and all he fucking wanted was to touch.

As much of a little shit as he is being, he doesn’t want that. He feels crazy. Just scared himself a little bit.

He glares at Taehyung and then addresses Seojoon, “My apologies hyung, was an honest accident. Is your hand ok?”

Seojoon nearly wants to scoff at the use of the honorific because something feels so fake about it… because it is fake. Meant to butter him up and make him believe Jungkook didn’t just purposely spill some tea all over him out of jealousy.

Luckily, Seojoon is none the wiser. He’s just irritated with Jungkook in general… for other reasons that don’t exactly involve you or Jungkook directly at all.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. Just didn’t expect it…”

Seojoon mumbles as he realizes you also got drenched in tea. He looks down, notices you’re already as clean as you can be, and is thankful he doesn’t have to fret over you too. His mood is a bit soured now, but even then he nudges you and gives you a small smile.

“You good baby? Didn’t ruin your dress, did you?”

You nod at him, try to hide how shaky your hands are as you straighten the hem of your dress to cover your thighs. You feel a bit too exposed, your skin still burning from the intensity of Jungkook’s touch… begin to wonder if he has turned into poison ivy, rather than a flower.

You can’t recall him being quite this intense in the past. Lot’s of unanswered questions go through your head again.

You nod at Seojoon and smile, “I’m good, it’ll come out if I wash it. No worries.”

You let out a deep breathe, and Seojoon goes back to talking to Tae about some work thing. You look up through your lashes, make eye contact with the Chesire cat.

His expression is unreadable, which is unsettling for reasons you don’t understand. You wish you knew how much he knew… did he see Jungkook touching you again?

“You should be more careful, you’re really like a child sometimes, it’s exhausting.”

Your head snaps up to the sound of that grating female voice, and you feel another surge of irritation. Sena, speaking to Jungkook like that… oh, it pisses you off almost as he does.

What he did was childish, and you’ll pull him aside to scold him later probably, but why is she saying something like that in front of everyone? Isn’t that embarrassing? It is, it’s fucking humiliating. If Seojoon said some shit like that to you, you’d walk out.

Jungkook’s friends don’t know the exact issues in his marriage, but they’re used to this kind of thing. They know it is far from perfect, and have become accustomed to Sena’s behavior. They always make sure to check on him when she’s not around, but he always tells them to mind their business.

It doesn’t change the fact that it’s always a bit awkward when they overhear it.

Jungkook just rolls his eyes, because he doesn’t care anymore. Nods at her. Agrees with her, even. If he doesn’t, she’ll just argue, and he doesn’t really have the energy for that right now. Not when he still has the lingering feeling of your skin on the tips of his fingers, or the satisfaction he feels at the fact Seojoon hasn’t even attempted to touch your thigh again.

Messy, but… Mission accomplished.

You, however, it isn’t so easy for you to let go. You aren’t accustomed to her behavior like him and his friends, and you don’t plan to be.

“It’s fine, really, accidents happen.”

You shoot her a tight smile, try to be polite and reassuring… and she scoffs, rolls her eyes, and then waves a fucking hand at you.

“See? That’s something a mom would say to their kid if they spilled something. Even our new friend is talking to you like a child Jungkook, do better.”

You swear you feel your eye start to twitch.

“Sena, enough. I get it. My bad.”

Jungkook tries to get her to shut up, can tell you’re getting irritated. Part of him secretly likes it, the fact that you hate his guts right now but still try to defend his honor. But he’s also embarrassed because you’re finally seeing what his wife is like.

He wishes he was proud of his wife, but when shit like this happens? He’s anything but.

You try really hard not to start seething at her. You nearly want to jump across the table and pull her blonde fucking hair.

“No, I’m not speaking to him like a child, I’m stating the fact that accidents do happen and it’s nothing to get bitchy over. You’re the only one addressing a grown man as if he’s a child over something so small, Sena.”

“Excuse me???”

You know that scene in Mean Girls when the cafeteria turns into a jungle, and everyone starts fighting? It feels like that’s about to happen.

“Alright! Who wants more margaritas?! I do!”

Hoseoks voice carries across the table, clapping his hands with the brightest smile on his face, sounding a lot cheerier than he should in your opinion. But thankfully, it works. Clearly everyone heard you, and now you’re embarrassed. You just inadvertently called this woman a bitch over a man everyone presumes you met tonight for the very first time. You’re certain you’ve just made yourself look bad, could have handled yourself a lot better. But, fuck, you couldn’t help it. You hated hearing her speak to him that way and then try to make it as if you agreed with her! You tried to be nice, but she fucking pushed it.

“No thanks. My apologies.”

You bow your head slightly, and Hoseok just keeps that smile on his face. Rushes over to Sena’s side, badgering her to go in the kitchen and help him make more drinks. She groans at him, but gets up with an eyeroll and follows him.

You have a feeling that he did that specifically to get her away from you, and you’re unsure if that’s in your favor or hers. Fuck. Way too much shit has happened tonight.

You glance around the table, notice Jin and Namjoon are gone, must gave gone outside or maybe in the living room. Seojoon and Taehyung are in their own little world, you wonder if they even heard the little argument… and if they did, why hasn’t Seojoon said anything? God, you hope he isn’t mad now, although you wouldn’t blame him if he were.

That’s when you look straight ahead. Yoongi again. And he has the littlest smirk on his face… except this time, it almost seems genuine, not sarcastic or misplaced.

It's full of respect, because you just did the one thing everyone else around you refuses to fucking do for Jungkooks sake, which is speak up against Sena and her shitty attitude.

That’s the moment that you decide that you don’t regret it, and you don’t care if Seojoon is mad. If Yoongi, the man who apparently knows bits and pieces of your deepest darkest secret, is looking at you like that? Then you know you did the right thing. You’re a little proud, even.

You nod to Yoongi, a silent exchange between you two. Then you look beside you, and see Jungkook, with that needy expression on his face again. He’s sitting with his elbow propped on the table, his chin resting in his palm. Looks like he’s drunk, cheeks red, eyes heavy, lips a bit pouty… but he only had one beer.

He is drunk. Drunk on you, on the way you just defended him in front of everyone against his fucking wife. Nearly got hard because of it, which is why his cheeks are so flushed. He never expects the guys to defend him, in fact, makes it clear that they stay out of it when her attitude flares up. But you, oh you… You met her for the first time tonight, met everyone here for the first time tonight, and even in a room full of people you’re trying to impress… you defended him.

You still love him, he just knows it. He knows deep down inside, you must fucking love him. If you really hated him, you wouldn’t have done that.

He almost feels giddy at the knowledge.

You have a hard time looking away once again, you’re amazed that no one has noticed how intensely you both have locked eyes several times tonight. Jungkook just has that effect on you, he’s fucking beautiful, and the way he looks at you is enough to make you weak to this fucking day. Drives you mad with conflict.

And as you stare at him, you finally notice the little purple star patches on his face. Looks just like the ones you use… you wonder where the fuck yours even went, now that you think about it. Haven’t seem them in months.

You point to his cheek and mumble almost stupidly, “Those look exactly like the ones I used to use.”

He hums in response, sticks his tongue in cheek. Fights a grin, because if only you knew he fucking stole these from you the night he left.

Maybe he’ll confess one day.

“Weird,” is all he says in response.

He stares at you some more, like you he can’t look away. Looking at you, being near you, is the equivalent to a thirsty man finally getting a few sips of water. He was fucking thirsty, and his eyes drink you in as if you’re water straight from the spring.

He mouths the word ‘pretty,’ at you, uses a finger to point at your face and then your dress. Whispers, “So pretty.”

Fuck. You are going to die. You are going to have a heart attack.

“Jungkook, I’m ready to go home.”

Ok, maybe you won’t die, because you’re interrupted again… or maybe you will fucking die for that very reason.

Butterflies again. Not worms and flies. Butterflies.

Sena is staring at Jungkook with an irritated expression, her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed grumpily. Seems Hoseok’s margaritas didn’t sway her or improve her mood, seems you ruined her mood for the rest of the night, seems she’s the fucking child after all…

You just hope your little outburst doesn’t cause problems for Jungkook at home.

“Alright.” Jungkook says flatly, eyes still never leaving you.

You wonder if she notices. That thought alone makes you finally look away.

Seojoon eyes Sena almost wearily, but his gaze shifts to you once he realizes you’re staring back. He gives you a tight lipped smiled.

“We should get going too, you ready?”

You nod at him, because as much as you really would enjoy staying to chat, or making love with your eyes at Jungkook, you are fucking exhausted. Emotionally, anyway. Tonight has been so unnecessarily dramatic and you just want to go to sleep. You want to be able to take a shower, sit in there until the water runs cold, maybe cry a little, and process all of the shit that has happened tonight.

“Yeah, getting a little tired. Must be the alcohol.”

Or maybe it’s the headache staring at you like a sad dog right now.

You get up, force yourself to not look at Jungkook as he gets up as well. He nearly pouts, but he also thinks right now is a good time to wrap it up… although a sense of dread fills him at the thought of not seeing you again.

He won’t let that be an option. Nope.

You make your way to the living room where most of the guys have gathered, say your goodbyes. Each of them insist on hugging you, thanking you for coming. Taehyung especially, gives you the biggest fucking bear hug and makes you agree to hangout again, says he adores you, begs you to make him more cookies.

Seojoon is less than pleased with this, but tries not to show it. Tries not to feel threatened or jealous… tries not to feel guilty about the fact his own head was a bit all over the place tonight. Was barely paying attention to you after the whole girlfriend fiasco, if he’s being honest. Was worried Sena may start shit…

You don’t need to know that, though.

Yoongi is the only one who doesn’t hug you, which you don’t mind. Would feel far too awkward giving this mysterious man a hug. But he does offer you a head nod and a lip purse, so that’s something, right?

You don’t say goodbye to Sena, although Seojoon did say goodbye in both of your behaves.

You don’t say goodbye to Jungkook either. Don’t know if you can stomach uttering the words ‘goodbye’ again. Makes you feel all kinds of fucked up, so you just… don’t.

But of course, he won’t have that. Absolutely not.

Because right as you are following Seojoon out the door after putting on your ‘thrifted’ coat and shoes, he grabs your arm, pulls you back in. You let out a huff of air and yank your arm away. Not that the touch makes you uncomfortable, but… him touching you at all is causing some very confusing feelings, just like when he ‘accidentally’ spilled Seojoon’s tea and then cleaned you up after.

“You didn’t say bye. And you forgot your purse at the table.”

He states simply, handing you your purse and then sticking his hands in his pocket politely as he rocks back and forth on his heels.

Giving you that same fucking look. It’s so subtle, but his eyes practically beg you to at least say goodbye to him.

He's gonna make this hard, isn’t he?

You nod at him awkwardly and sling your purse over your shoulder. Fail to realize that it’s a bit lighter than it was when you originally brought it.

Because Jungkook, being the thief that he apparently is, impulsively took something from it. This time, he doesn’t intend to keep it, quite the opposite actually. See, he knew you would probably refuse to see him after this. He can’t take that. He needed an excuse to see you again, anything, something that you wouldn’t be able to say no to since he is certain you probably won’t even unblock his number after this.

He isn’t even sure what he plans to do when seeing you again. His intentions aren’t necessarily to start things up again, he isn’t that stupid, but… just to be in your life again. He would do anything to be in your life again.

Will do his fucking best to control himself if you do come around and show him mercy.

So… he took your wallet. Yeah, probably a very shitty thing to do. But you need your wallet, and he needs to see you… he can just say you dropped it and he picked it up for you. Maybe you’ll meet him for coffee, take it back, and then he can get on his knees and beg again for you to please, please, please give him another spot in your life.

Maybe it’s reckless, but he has been reckless all night. Maybe he will regret this tomorrow morning.

You don’t know this though, have no clue, completely just done with this shit tonight. Don’t even think to double check and make sure you have all of your belongings before leaving.

So you mutter, “Thanks… see ya.”

And you turn to walk off. Try to ignore how fucking terrible it feels to act so indifferent with him, but you don’t know how else to act after the past, and after the shit he pulled tonight. Reckless is an understatement in your opinion.

He's actually satisfied with this… because ‘see ya,’ implies that you will see him again. Whether it’s a subconscious choice of words, or intentional, he isn’t sure; but it still implies you are at least considering seeing him again.

It makes him smile to himself as he watches you walk off.

“See ya.” He echoes in response.

Now he just needs to figure out a way to contact you when you aren’t face to face, since you’ve blocked his number…

The drive home was fairly quiet, other than Seojoon thanking you for coming. He seemed a bit on edge, didn’t really say much after the vague praise of how well you did with his friends… but you chalked it up to him just being tired. You aren’t sure what the fuck the deal is between him and Sena, but you assume maybe she’s just someone who is very hard to be around. Seojoon works with her, so of course he would be a bit awkward with the way she acted, you wouldn’t want things to be awkward for him at work just because you don’t get along with her.

But also… you find it incredibly odd that he didn’t say anything when you stood up to her. He didn’t scold you, didn’t defend you, didn’t even tell you to watch your mouth. He didn’t bring it up at all… you swore he would. If it were you in his position, you would have stood by him and supported him in speaking up.

But he just said… nothing. Maybe he just doesn’t want to argue, or maybe he didn’t notice it; it’s been a long night, and you’re both full and tired. You’re more tired than him considering you drank a bit heavily, thank god he didn’t drink more than a beer.

Regardless, he takes you back to your place, decides he’s going to sleep over because he’s way too tired to drive back. You sometimes forget the fact that he’s older than you, and nearly make a joke about him being an old man… but decide against it. He seems a little grumpy.

You really just wanted to come home and wallow in your own self pity, but you suppose you will have to put that off.

Besides, this will be a good chance to bring up the fact that he called you his fucking girlfriend. Labeled you without giving you a heads up. And after you deal with that, he can fall asleep, and you can cry into your pillow about fucking flower boy and his antics.

You do take a shower first, although it isn’t two hours long like you wished it was. You stay in there for about 45 minutes before getting out, let the warm water wash over your body as you decompress. Tried not to think too much about those needy eyes or fiery hands.

Key word: tried. And you fucking failed. The moment you started to get aroused at a bunch of unwelcome memories, you turned the water to the coldest setting. Then you got out, dried yourself off, did all the girly thinks like skincare and lotion, and then got dressed. Pretended it didn’t happen.

As you make your way out of the bathroom, you see Seojoon has already made himself comfortable in your bed. He’s dressed down into his boxers, laying on his stomach with his cheek pressed into the pillow. His eyes are closed, but you know he’s not asleep because you can see the stress lining his brows.

Normally such a sight would be comforting… you don’t like sleeping alone. But tonight, you almost wish he went home so that you could have a few moments of peace.

Or maybe so you could have a complete mental breakdown without him being near.

You sigh and make your way to lay beside him on the bed, plug your phone into the charger and then look down at him. Cross your arms as you lean against the headboard, and he can feel you staring at the back of his head, so he turns to face you.

He knows what you’re about to say. Doesn’t want to deal with it, really, but he knows he needs to. So he keeps his mouth shut and waits for you to say it.

“So I’m your girlfriend now?”

There it is.

He shrugs, keeps his eyes closed. Says simply, “Yeah.”

What more is there to say? Do you expect him to apologize for putting that label on your relationship finally, after several months of basically being boyfriend-girlfriend? It’s essentially what you are to begin with, he doesn’t see the big deal. It’s just a stupid label.

And it protects him from losing you. He didn’t like the way Taehyung doted on you, or how Hoseok called you pretty. He needed everyone there to know you were taken… especially that Jungkook guy. He swears he saw him looking at your ass.

(He did, by the way.)

If Seojoon knew the truth behind Jungkook’s little glances, he would probably have had a heart attack. Thank god he doesn’t know, even though you are unaware of the jealousy festering inside of Seojoon.

But that isn’t the only reason he claimed you as his girlfriend, Sena was a huge reason. The guys doting on you was just a bit of a push to get the words out, but he needed Sena to know he was exclusive with you considering she was far too comfortable when she greeted him.

Exclusive for now, anyway. Things between him and Sena are… complicated.

Just like things between you and Jungkook.

And neither of you have a fucking clue.

“Well, we never talked about it so it was pretty off putting to hear you just blurt it out like that. I didn’t like it Seojoon.”

You keep your voice leveled when speaking to him, calm, because you don’t want him to think you’re trying to argue with him… but you also want him to know how you feel. Boundaries and all that.

“Ugh, Y/N, it isn’t that serious. We are basically in a relationship as it is, you’re my girlfriend even without the label. You know it’s true, babe.”

You huff at him, because he doesn’t get it. He isn’t wrong exactly, but… you feel pressured now. The label isn’t the issue, it’s the fact that yesterday you were comfortable with whatever you and Seojoon are; now you’re unsure. A bit nervous, even.

“I get that Seojoon, I do, but you know how I am… I told you I wanted to move slow.”

“Yeah, you wanted to move slow, yet I have a key to your apartment and basically live here. Don’t be so stubborn, just let it be…”

You’re conflicted… because he’s right. You did say you wanted to move slow, yet you contradicted yourself in several ways. You don’t think you lead him on, because you do want to be serious with him… but also, pressure. Pressure, pressure, pressure, and you do not like it.

You begin to speak up, but he cuts you off.

“Baby, just stop overthinking. We just needed a little push, that’s all, and I pushed. Now you’re my girlfriend. As simple as that, yeah?”

He reaches up and pats your cheek lazily before turning on his back and grabbing his phone. You’re speechless momentarily, have no fucking idea how to respond to that. Start to question whether you’re being too uptight or not, because he’s making it sound as if you are. Again, he isn’t wrong… but you feel a bit manipulated. He literally silenced you.

Fuck, you hate this. You don’t hate the idea of being his girlfriend, but the way he’s handling it all is throwing you off completely.

You begin to wonder whether or not seeing Jungkook has anything to do with how fucked you’re feeling about it all. If you hadn’t seen him tonight, would you be more accepting of the new label? More willing to hear Seojoon out? Is this all just you being unreasonable?

Or is Seojoon being a fucking dick?

“I leave at six in the morning tomorrow, quite a few coworkers are joining on the trip. You sure you don’t wanna come? I can buy your ticket and everything.”

“Huh?”

Seojoon breaks you out of your silent thought, speaking of some trip you don’t remember discussing. You’re all over the place really, can’t seem to focus on a single thought at a time, and you kind of hate how he just brushed over the topic expecting you to accept what he said…

… even though you kinda did.

“Work trip to New York? For the fashion convention? It’s only for the weekend, I told you about it last month. You really should come.”

You blink at him, start to vaguely recall him telling you about a trip at some point. He invited you, and you declined because you thought you would be working. Also, you didn’t know how you felt about traveling with him at the time so you thought it was best he went on his own.

Funny how he so easily made you forget the problem at hand, isn’t it?

You realize you actually don’t work this weekend, which is rare. Weekends are normally busiest, all the couples and families come in on the weekends to get in their quality time. But you switched your shifts this weekend to Sohee, because she needed Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday off to visit her parents unexpectedly.

Speaking of Sohee, you need to call her and fucking tell her what a mess you’re in. Later, though.

A trip to New York doesn’t sound terrible… you could use the mini vacation, especially after tonight. He wouldn’t offer if he didn’t want you there, and maybe this can warm you up to being his girlfriend, since that’s apparently a thing now. You’ve never really been one for impulsive decisions, but you decide this could be good for both of you. Maybe fate is throwing you a bone, freeing up your schedule like this.

Or maybe fate is fucking with you. You can never be too sure…

Going to New York would mean no chance of seeing flower boy, no reminders of him, just a complete distraction. That’s something you really need right now…

“And you’re sure it isn’t too much trouble? I mean, I don’t work like I thought I did, so I could come… but only if it isn’t too much trouble.”

You nibble your lower lip as you look down at him, and he side eyes you. Gives you the most sheepish look.

“Uh, well… no, no trouble at all considering I already bought a plane ticket for the seat next to mine… Don’t look at me like that! I did it just in case, and I don’t like sitting next to strangers so even if you didn’t come, I had a reason. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose. Anyway, yes, please come.”

He gives you a sweet look, fights a laugh. He’s lying, of course. He always intended on you joining him, which is why he bought that second plane ticket… he would have convinced you last minute even if you said no.

You roll your eyes at him, not as irritated as you should be at the gesture because the more you think of a little weekend trip to New York, the more you get excited to get the fuck away for a while.

You reach over and tug his hair playfully, “Ugh, you’re ridiculous… but I’ll come, since you so kindly offered.”

He grins at you, locks his phone and gets more comfortable in the bed. Knowing you’re coming along, and actually seem to be excited about it, is relieving for him. He doesn’t need to do any extra work to coerce you into coming. He gets his way and you remain happy.

“That’s my girl. I’m gonna leave your place at like four, go home to grab my luggage. Taehyung is watching Simba for me. You can pack while I do that, you only need to pack enough to last until Monday.”

You nod at him, “Ok, that sounds good, but you should really take a nap… it’s late and you’ll be tired.”

“Mmm, yeah, guess I should… but I’ll just sleep on the plane. I’ll be fine, long flight.”

You’re thankful that you stay organized because it won’t take you long to pack. Your makeup is already in a bag, and you can just stuff your girly things in your toiletry travel bag… your room is still sort of messy from earlier, but that’s fine. You can pack some clothes quickly in the morning. You feel lighter at the thought that you’re getting to go away for a while, clear your head, so you can’t really find yourself too bothered or stressed at the moment.

As far as sleep, well… you’ve had many sleepless nights the last few months anyway, you’ll be fine as long as you nap on the plane. You’ll deal with the jet lag fine as long as Seojoon supplies you with caffeine.

He falls asleep quickly after that, seems to be at peace… because after you dropped the girlfriend issue, and agreed to go with him so easily, he felt he has no problems worth losing sleep over.

Must be real nice.

You lay back against your pillow and grab your phone, you’re about to search up things to do in New York… when you see a slew of Instagram notifications.

Your stomach fucking drops when you see the name of who has flooded your inbox with DM’s.

Jeon Photography… in other words, fucking Jungkook.

You reluctantly open the DM’s, fully prepared to block his work account.

But it doesn’t work out that way.

Ok, so… you didn’t block him. You messaged him back. And he has your wallet.

You can argue that you messaged him back for that reason alone, you need your wallet to go to NY. And it seems to have worked out, you’ll get it in the morning.

But now, rather than being excited about your little trip, you are full of fucking conflict again. Because one, you have to see Jungkook. Two, Sena is apparently coming and you are pissed that Seojoon didn’t mention that to you. And three… you were fucking smiling at your phone while you messaged him. You liked it far too much.

While Seojoon is right beside you.

You know you shouldn’t be getting involved with Jungkook more than necessary, it isn’t right for several reasons. But, ugh, it was cute how he was acting all sweet and desperate for your attention. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to laugh at him purposely misspelling Seojoon’s name.

But, you gave none of that away. You need to put distance. You don’t want to let Sena ruin this trip for you, and you hope you don’t have to see her much. You need to try and calm down once again, can’t let this ruin yet another occasion you are supposed to be spending with Seojoon. Besides, you won’t have to see Jungkook long, you’ll grab your wallet and go.

And you swear you won’t message him again… even though you make no effort to block his Instagram. You don’t unblock his cell number either, though… so there’s that.

Although a bit giddy at his messages, you’re upset with him. Replay tonight’s events in your head as you try to sleep. The fucking shock of him being there, the passive aggressive comments made, the kiss, the declaration that he isn’t done with you, fucking Yoongi, the tea incident, fuck… all of it. And when you finally got it all off your mind, swept it under the rug, he messages you. Puts himself back in your head.

You need to sleep, not fret over Jeon Jungkook or the guilt that is now resurfacing with Seojoon sleeping soundly beside you.

You can worry about it another time. You can ignore how good it felt to be casually messaging him. You can pretend the kiss didn’t happen. You can refuse to see him after tomorrow.

Sweep it under the rug. Bury it in the dirt. He has no say in whether you’re done or not, and you are done. You swear you are done with him. Have been for a while…

That’s what you repeat to yourself, anyway, all the way until you fall asleep.

Silly girl… you never should have told him you were going on that work trip.

You wake up the next morning to Seojoon nudging you, mumbling something about leaving and packing quickly. Kisses you on the forehead before saying he will be back in 45 minutes to pick you up. You regret staying up late, because fuck, it is hard to get out of bed.

But you do. You don’t want to be late or miss this trip, not after last night. You barely think about the fact that that you must see Jungkook briefly today, you just wake up robotically. Coffee will help.

You go through the motions of taking out your dusty suitcase, throw in a bunch of clothes without really paying attention to what you’re packing. You’re sure it’s fine, you see underwear and bras, the clothes surrounding it looks fine enough. You grab your makeup bag, stuff it in, and then grab your travel toiletry bag and put all of the girly things inside before stuffing it in with the rest of your stuff.

You impulsively grab the polaroid camera you have and pack it with your stuff, think it’ll be nice to grab some photos of New York while you’re there. A little activity to create some memories.

After packing a few other mundane things, you get dressed. Decide to go comfy, put on an oversized sweater and some leggings, some sandals to go with it. You put your hair in a messy bun, and don’t bother to put on makeup because you’ll most likely be sleeping the entire way there anyway.

Time flies, of course. You’re tired as fuck, and judging by Seojoon’s grumpy face he is too when he arrives to get you. He helps you pack your luggage into his trunk and pats you on the back for being able to pack so quickly. He may look grumpy, but it seems he isn’t actually. He’s usually pretty sweet when in the mornings.

He stops to get you both a quick cup of coffee on the way to the airport, and you feel lighter already. You have a lot of shit to unpack mentally, but you are thankful that you said yes to this impromptu trip. You’ve never been to New York before, although you have been to the states a few times, New York was always one place you wanted to experience. Who better to experience it with than your new ‘boyfriend?’

When you arrive to the airport, Seojoon drops you off at the terminal with the luggage while he makes arrangements for the car. You wait patiently while sipping your coffee, sitting on one of the empty benches. People watching, seeing the plethora of strangers who all look different, you wonder where they’re coming from or going to. Its fascinating, really, knowing you’ll never see these people again, you like to imagine what they’re like anyway…

And then you see him.

No, not Seojoon, but Jungkook. And Sena. Sena looks fucking mean as she walks through the glass doors, and Jungkook looks far too chipper considering it is 5:15 in the fucking morning.

…why are they carrying so much luggage?

Its funny, how Jungkook immediately starts looking around, surely looking for you. He spots you quickly, and you swear you can see his invisible tail wag when his eyes land on you. He starts sprinting over carrying two big bags of luggage, while Sena pouts and trudges behind him while she drags another large bag. When he finally gets closer, he lowers his face mask and smiles so big that his eyes crinkle up and dimples pop out prominently.

Fuck.

You try to stay neutral, give them both a friendly smile as they approach.

“Hey. Good morning.”

Jungkook fucking grins, “Good morning sunshine.”

For fucks sake, it is too early for this.

You get up, set your coffee down next to the bags and awkwardly ask, “Umm, my wallet? Kinda need it to board the plane.”

He nods at you, digs into his pocket and pulls it out, his deep ass pockets in those comfy sweats you recognize far too well.

He also pulls out a passport… no, two passports… why two…?

He hands you the wallet, “Here, I kept it safe for you.”

He winks playfully, and Sena just rolls her eyes. Barely even looks at you as she mumbles, “So Seojoon brought you? Guess it’s a fucking couples trip now.”

“Hm?”

You blink at her confusedly. Her rude tone doesn’t really phase you, you were a bitch to her last night (although it was well deserved,) so you don’t expect her to be happy to see you. But what the fuck does she mean by couples trip? Is someone else bringing their significant other?

God, Jungkook has that shit eating grin again, and if you weren’t so tired you would have probably put two and two together by now.

“Oh, I decided to tag along. There’s a photography expo coincidentally, and I wanted to check it out.”

No fucking way.

You don’t say anything at first as you put the pieces together. Two passports, the large amount of luggage, Sena’s grumpy face, Jungkook’s happy fucking mood.

Did he do this on purpose?

He won’t admit it to you, but yeah, he absolutely did. The moment you said you were going to New York, he decided he would too. He didn’t lie completely, there really is a Photography expo being held, but that isn’t the reason he’s coming; that’s just his excuse. The reason he’s coming is… well, you. To be near you. To coax you into letting him back in.

This actually started a lot of shit with Sena. She was in a bitchy mood last night after leaving Taehyung’s house, tried arguing with Jungkook about so many different things. And this morning, he invited himself, which she fucking hated. To her, he was a burden, almost embarrassing to bring along. This was her fucking job, she didn’t need her manchild husband tagging along.

She tried to tell him no, but he also wasn’t having that. He didn’t fucking care. He told her he was coming and she could get the fuck over it, she didn’t even have to share a room with him if it was that big of a deal.

She latched onto that quickly, said she refused to share a room with him because she was planning on having colleagues over to discuss the fashion expo over drinks. Rented a fancy pent house like room just for that. He knows damn well that’s not normal, she shouldn’t be so hesitant to share a room with her own husband.

But again, he stopped caring a while ago. They don’t even sleep in the same bed anymore, so it’s not that big of a deal to him. He has one goal in mind…

Be with his Aster. Even if it’s just as friends. He is determined to earn a place in your life again, and he hopes this trip will give him a chance to convince you to give him a chance.

You? Oh, you are in shambles, because this trip was literally supposed to get your mind off of him. Turns out, fate isn’t on your fucking side, fate really is just fucking with you.

Or maybe Jeon Jungkook is fucking with fate.

You nearly want to slap him, demand that he leaves. But you can’t. You have no proof that he did this in purpose, but your gut tells you that he did. He’s acting crazy, after a single night of seeing each other again, and he suddenly keeps popping up? Pushing you to communicate again?

He wasn’t lying when he said he isn’t done. He fucking meant that. In his perspective, this is a chance at redemption. He doesn’t know in what context, but fuck, you’re dating his wife’s coworker, who is also close friends with one of his best friends… it’s all connected.

It can’t be coincidence. He see’s it as a tragic gift, a fucked up second chance. He isn’t going to pass it up. Not until you explicitly say, ‘fuck off, I never want to see you or talk to you again.’

And you haven’t said that. You’ve told him to go away, but you’ve yet to seriously set the boundary.

Contradicting yourself, yet again…

It's at that moment that Seojoon shows up, places a hand on your back. Greets Sena politely, and then she informs him that Jungkook is joining as well. He makes some joke, too tired to feel some type of way about Jungkook coming along. But you aren’t paying attention, not really.

Because Jungkook is giving you those needy eyes again. Smile soft, eyes glittering with stars you were once so find off, skin almost glowing as if he just got laid.

He mouths at you ‘Unblock my number.’ And then fucking giggles.

Holy fuck. It is going to be a long weekend. You can’t catch a break, can you? Karma really is a bitch.

Karma or fate. Both you have grown to sincerely despise within the last 24 hours.

#bts #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook angst #bts fanfction #18+ only #bts imagines #bts smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts fanfiction #bts jungkook #jeon jungguk #jungkook cute

[dulcewrites]

ewan in the saltburn trailer is j sooo giving private school filthy rich aemond i love it

AND YES HE NEEDS HIS POC GF

I have been feeling…. less than inspired lately about hotd tbh but hopefully this will spark something. I know no one asked for this lol. This was inspired by Beyoncé’s Upgrade U. Honestly, I don't think Aemond would be much of a loser in a modern setting. He would be far too elusive and people would find him interesting simply based on that. But I am combining/changing some lore here so he is a #loser in this like I am assuming Ewan's character is Saltburn is.

Upgrade You

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x rich!reader (wc: 2k)

Summary: You have always enjoyed having a project to build or fix up and Aemond Targaryen is no different

You flick a spoolie brush over your brows as you finished up your makeup. The lights from your vanity mirror illuminating you as you put the last touches on your face.

"I don't get it," Melanie sighed as she hugged one of your pillows to her chest. She sat crossed legged on your California king bed. "You're like the smartest person I know. Why do you need to be tutored?"

"Everyone can improve themselves, no matter what someone's specialty may be. Remember that."

Melanie nodded enthusiastically. Sweet girl, you think. A little daft at times but nothing some time under your guidance cannot fix.

She tilts her head curiously. "You are pretty dressed up for a library meeting too."

"Another lesson," you fluff your curls then turn from the mirror to her. "Do not let anyone tell you that you are overdressed. Does the library have a dress code?"

Melanie shakes her head slowly.

"So, who is going to tell me to change?"

"... No one?"

"Exactly."

Melanie chews on her lip in thought as if she is taking mental notes in her head. Though she is not wrong you are quite dressed up just to be studying. But your advice was also not wrong; any moment to be noticed should be taken and made the most of. If are to come into contact with any of your peers, why not make the best impression possible. You also do not have in it in you to tell your new pupil about the real reason as to why you were making this little trip. Best move through life with your cards close to your chest as your mother tells you. You can only imagine how wide Melanie's hazel eyes would get if you told her what you had up your sleeve.

Much like how you help the girls around you cultivate their futures, you must look out for your own as well. Your phone dings, and you smile when you check the notification.

Aemond Targaryen.

Archaic, some would say. Sending the feminist movement back 50 years, many could argue. Being realistic is more how you would put it. You have money, sure. Your parents have afforded you all the opportunities they wanted you to have, and for that you are grateful. But you are not naive; this is still very much a man's world. No matter how much money you have, there will be people who will look at you and hate you for having the gall to want more. For having ideas and wanting to express them. For looking the way, you do - for using the way you look against them.

You may not be able to have a seat at the table... but you can have someone build another for you.

Your family may have resources and money. But they do not have 'my father can use company family buy his way into politics; my mom has ancestry that traces back to French royalty' reach.

Luckily for you, there is someone who does have that access.

A little rough around the edges, but nothing some TLC cannot fix. It was one of your best traits: finding the diamonds in the rough and polishing them off so they shine brighter than before.

You go over to your closet and open the double doors. As your eyes search over the different handbags, you call out back to Melanie.

"Watercolor Dior saddle or creme Bottega Jodie?"

"Dior," she calls back.

You check yourself in the mirror before existing the closet.

"Well," you twirl for Melanie. You run hand over your midi turtleneck dress. You knee length boots clanked around as you moved in a circle.

"Perfect," she beams.

She sees you out to your car. With the window rolled down, she waves you off like a mother seeing their child off for kindergarten.

"Happy studying!"

Sweet and simple, just how you like em.

———

You always thought the best thing about Oxford was how it looked in the fall. The leaves begun to change, sprite green to a blend of red, orange, purple, and brown. Made the most picturesque background. But it seemed like how gently the leaves fell from the trees was the only thing that was coming easily.

Maybe it was naivety on your part, but you thought when you showed up in four-inch patent leather Aquazzura heels and literally no books, Aemond would have got the hint. And yet, here you were talking about the components of stockholder’s equity, as if you cared.

"So," you interrupt him mid rant. "Any fun plans for Winter break? I know it is a while away, but everyone is already taking about what they are doing."

He wrinkles his nose, his glasses being pushes up in the process. "Probably just dinner with the family."

Right. The compound. At least that is what the Targaryen main home looks like. You of course needed to your research.

"Well, there is this crazy Christmas that happens before everyone leaves," you shuffle closer to him, and you hope he gets a whiff of your perfume. "Maybe we can go together?"

Aemond snorts and looks down bit sheepishly. "Highly doubt, I am invited."

You fight the urge to sigh wistfully. Cute, smart, wealthy as fuck... and apparently awfully insecure. Everyone throwing the party should be falling at their knees to have him around. But you have since understood during your time at Oxford that many students here do not understand the opportunities in front of them.

If Aemond had any real confidence, he'd say fuck it because he could buy everyone going if he wanted to. They ignore him because he allows them to. And then you realize he is one of those people; the delusional 'I want to get by on my merit not my name' kind of people.

Oh sweet, silly boy.

"That doesn't matter," you wave him off. "Besides, if anyone says anything, you can just say you're with me. Consider it a thank you for doing this for me."

You let your hand slip on his thigh and squeeze slightly.

"Better yet, let's call it a date."

Rhaenyra would think for the amount of money her family has; they would be able to afford stronger liquor. But she has a feeling that it has nothing to do with money, and more about the 'champagne only' rule Alicent liked.

The expansive backyard was decorated impeccably, as it always is for the annual holiday party that they throw. Twinkly lights in the trees, red and green everywhere, and even a frankly nouveau riche ice sculpture. The affair was black tie, and Rhaenyra could feel the eyes of some guess when she showed up in a red fitted suit. Taking small sips from her glass, she looks around the area. She swears the more years go on, the less she recognizes who is invited to things like this.

"Don't tell me step-mommy has put you in timeout."

She rolls her eyes when she hears a familiar voice. Daemon comes to stand next to her, with a small glass in his hand.

"No, you fucker," Rhaenyra then frowns. "Where did you get the scotch?"

"Why do you think I am in timeout?"

Her uncle always found a way around the rules. Rhaenyra blows air out of her cheeks in annoyance. She looks down at her watch; another rule is that they were required to stay at 2 hours. Only 45 minutes has passed since she arrived.

"Heard you are going to the company retreat this year," Daemon downs the rest of the drink and winces at the burning.

"Someone has to represent the family with dad," she shrugs, a small amount of smugness seeping into her tone. "He asked me to go."

"Hmmm," Daemon smirks at her smugness. "You and Aemond."

Rhaenyra blinks confused. "What?"

"Yup," he leans against the wall. "I suppose Viserys found a new muse."

Rhaenyra snorts at his words but then licks her lips nervously. It sounds cruel to think, but it was never something she ever really worried about - her father preferring her siblings over her. At least not something she worried about in her adulthood. Sure, as a girl, newly off the passing of her mother, seeing her father marry a woman only six years her senior rattled her. Aegon being born shortly after only made things more tense. But, and to his own detriment really, Viserys had made sure she came first.

"I did not know Aemond had an interest in the company in the first place."

"He didn't," Daemon's mouth pinches a little. "Not until... recently."

Rhaenyra follows her uncle's gaze out to where Aemond was standing. He always managed to look more grow up than his sibling, more than Helaena and Aegon. A mimicry that Rhaenyra thinks he picked up from his mother, but something seemed different now.

New haircut, no glasses, new suit. Armani? No, Tom Ford. With a Cartier tie clip and sparking cuff links to match. He is surrounded by some of the lawyers that work at the company.

"Looks like university has done him well," Rhaenyra tries to sound as even keeled as possible. "Good for him."

"No," Daemon sounds bored with her strained pleasantries. "That is what pussy does someone who has never got any before."

Rhaenyra blanches. The last thing she wants to think about is her younger brother having sex. She sets her champagne down in disgust.

"Don't be gross."

Daemon huffs before directing his attention towards the other side of the courtyard. His eyes zero in on Alicent, who tosses her auburn hair over her shoulder as she laughs with a young woman. A pretty young woman.

"Only met this semester and managed to get a holiday party invite, and a seat next to mother dearest. She must some charmer."

"You know," Rhaenyra starts. "Not every woman that is around this family is some sort of ruthless social climber."

"Of course, not every woman. Only the smart ones."

She sighs. That was not just pointed at the girl, but at Alicent too. Even though Alicent grew up with an even cushier life than they did. A type of old money that even the Targaryens had to give credence to. Strangely enough, Daemon seemed to take Viserys remarrying worse than Rhaenyra did. Even Rhaenyra over the years has grown to accept the fate that is their blended family. Accepted it enough to be cordial, albeit sometimes still awkward, with Alicent. They have forever been bonded in having to deal with the moods that come with Viserys Targaryen. But Daemon... it seems like he has never forgiven his brother for the act of moving on. He seemed to only grow more jaded since the divorce from Laena.

"How do you even know this?"

"Aemond told Aegon who told Helaena who told Rhaena who told Baela who told me."

Rhaenyra breaks her gaze from the two women. "Keeping tabs on your nephew that you barely speak to?"

Daemon gave her an empty smile. Almost a little cruel like he would crush her like a bug if it would not so pitiful. "You naive little thing. When you figure things out, let me know."

Rhaenyra wants to ask him what he means by that, but Daemon pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against to leave Rhaenyra alone.

Alone was a feeling she was used to. Rhaenyra often found solace in the loneliness that she found herself stuck in. If she did not find comfort in it, it would swallow her whole. Jaw unhinged and bloodthirsty.

Her eyes went back to the where Alicent and the girl were sitting, but Helaena seemed to replace the girl's place to speak with her mother. Instead of getting chummy with Alicent, the mystery woman had gone over to Aemond. Rhaenyra felt a little queasy watching them. Like watching two little dolls or those silly little cake toppers people get. Picture perfect like the stock photos that came in picture frames.

She shook her head at herself with an internal laugh. Here she was picking apart her baby brother's seemingly first real relationship; she was no better than Daemon if she did that. It was she told herself when she watched one of the wives of the company's lawyers come up to the girl and give her kiss on the cheek. Like they were old family friends.

Rhaenyra suddenly finds herself straightening out her jacket and her heels moving across the outdoor area. Might as well introduce herself... as a kind sister figure, of course.

She has a funny feeling she will be seeing this girl around more often.

#a reader fic? yeah I know lol #this is short but I got this idea #aemond getting the pretty woman treatment lmaoooo #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen #aemond x you #aemond x fem!reader #hotd fic #hotd angst #black!reader

[lomlhwa]

better grades (c.yj)

pairing: professor!yeonjun x student!reader

preview: you're failing yeonjun's english class. you decide that, instead of studying and putting in more effort, you'll try a different way to get better grades.

tags/warnings: fem reader, power dynamic (sir is used), spanking, reader getting bent over yeonjun's desk, he's a little mean, degrading (kinda academic degrading oops), monster cock yeonjun, panties used as gag, overstimulation, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: sleeping with your teacher isn't great but this is college and everyone is an adult

wc: 1.2k

song recs for this fic: teacher's pet by melanie martinez, lolly by maejor, hot demon b!tches near u by corpse

a/n: if i was in yeonjun's class, i also would be failing because i would NAWT be able to focus

midterm marks have just been posted. the very thing you’ve been dreading all semester. you reluctantly open your student portal and check your marks. you’re passing every class except for one. english. a whole 35% in that class.

how are you expected to pay attention when your teacher is choi fucking yeonjun? the hottest teacher in the school. there’s no way anyone is passing his classes. yes, he’s a good teacher but no one can do anything but just stare at him. 

you close your computer and sigh. you don’t want to try harder in his class or study. you’re not the type of person to study for a class like english. but, you need this class to be able to graduate. you’re paying to be in this class.

you lay your head on your arms, collapsing onto your desk. “what am i gonna do?” you ask yourself. after a few moments of brainstorming, you come up with the perfect idea. 

you rush to get ready, knowing there’s only a few hours left of yeonjun’s office hours. you put on your school uniform faster than the speed of light and book it out of the house.

as you reach the school building, you slow down, catching your breath. you smooth your skirt down before knocking on your professor’s office door. you hear a soft ‘come in’ from the other side so you wander in.

“ah, y/n, how can i help you?” he asks, taking his glasses off his face. you smile at him before responding. “um, i just wanted to ask you about my grade, mr choi,” you pull up a chair next to him, folding your hands in your lap.

“i see. let me just pull up the teacher portal really quick,” he says, putting his glasses back on and typing swiftly. “y/n y/l/n…” he says, scrolling through the class list. “ah, here you are,” he clicks on your name. he tuts at you. “you’re failing my class, miss y/n,” he peeks at you over his glasses.

“i know, that’s why i’m here,” you gulp. he turns in his chair to look at your properly. “what are you gonna do to get this 35% up to the passing minimum? you have less than a half semester to get your grade up at least 20%, you know that?” you nod and he shakes his head. “how are you planning on doing that?”

“well, um, you know i’m not the type to study,” you shift in your chair, your skirt riding up. you watch his eyes dart down and back up. “and you know i’m not the type to hand in late assignments,” you undo the top two buttons of your blouse, not breaking eye contact. “i was hoping there was some extra credit i could do for you,” your voice is breathy but yeojun’s stoic expression never changes.

you can see all of his options flash over his eyes. he knows that sleeping with a student isn’t exactly moral. but, you’re just so pretty so who is he to turn down your advances? “i think there is something you can do for me,” he smile mischievously at you. “anything.”

he gets up out of his seat, staring down at you. “get up,” yeonjun orders. you jump out of your seat as if it’s on fire. he gives you a small smirk before forcing your body to bend at the waist and pushing your face against his desk. 

“you want extra credit? take what i give you,” he reaches under your skirt and pulls your panties down your legs. “step,” he says and you step out of your underwear. he leans over to see your face. “open that pretty mouth for me,” you open your mouth slowly and he stuffs your panties into your mouth. “be fucking quiet.” 

yeonjun flips your skirt up and runs his hand over your now bare ass. “so pretty,” he mutters. the sweetness is quickly replaced with pain when he strikes your ass with a hard spank. “how dare you fail my class,” he says, his voice is deep and raspy. he lands another hard spank before speaking again. “you sit in the front of the fucking class and you’re still failing?” he tuts at you again. “you’re fucking pathetic.”

you hear his belt clinking behind you as he takes it off. he doesn’t bother to take his pants and underwear off, only pulling them down to his mid-thigh. yeonjun runs his finger up and down your slit a couple times. “you don’t need prepping, right? you’ll just take it like a good girl,” he says, lining his length up with your hole.

yeonjun just stays there for a few moments, letting the anticipation build up inside you. you’re practically dripping down your legs at this point. without warning, he slams himself into your cunt, down to the hilt. his large size has you wanting to scream. you let out a small shriek that was thankfully muffled by your panties that were so lovingly shoved into your mouth earlier.

you can feel your stomach swell with his cock buried deep inside you. he draws all the way out of you before slamming back inside. you bite your panties so hard you worry you might bite a hole in them. he continues to thrust at an excruciatingly slow pace for what feels like forever.

randomly, he starts slamming into you at an animalistic pace and you grip the end of his desk so hard your knuckles turn white. your jaw goes slack and the makeshift gag threatens to fall out. your walls clench and and unclench rapidly, signaling that your high is approaching. “do you think you deserve to cum? with that grade?” you hear him sigh fakely. you nod your head desperately, barely being able to feign off your orgasm.

“you want to cum on your professor’s cock? hm? make a mess for extra credit?” he takes your panties out of your mouth so you can speak. “yes, please, sir, i need it,” you beg. his own orgasm is rising quickly with seeing how fucked out you look. 

“cum then, slut. earn your passing grade,” with finally earning permission, you let your orgasm wash over you. your whole body trembles and you try to catch your breath. his pace never falters and you start kicking your feet around. “i can’t… take anymore,” you bang your fist against the table, fighting off loud shrieks. 

finally, he reaches his high and finishes inside of you. you feel full instantly, your cunt milking him of his cum. when he pulls out, cum pours out of you. you breathe heavily, struggling to get up off the desk. you grab your panties and put them back on, having to walk back home full of cum. 

you head for the door and watch as yeonjun pulls his pants back up and sits down at his desk. “i’ll see you in class on monday, y/n,” he says, opening his laptop. you nod and head back to your dorm.

the next day, you check your student portal again. you open your english grade and smile. 60%. finally passing. 

© lomlhwa 2023

#lomlhwa #txt #tomorrow x together #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #txt smut #tomorrow x together smut #yeonjun smut #choi yeonjun smut

[justcallmesakira]

HIII OMG I haven’t had a good laugh in a while until i came across your fyodor’s sis dating dazai hcs IT GOT ME ROLLING ON THE FLOOR 😭 can i request for dazai’s sister dating fyodor if you’re up for it? fluff crack make it silly if you want i’ll enjoy anything from you for sure!!

"Dazai with a sister dating Fyodor!"

Sypnosis: Uh oh! Looks like Dazais one and only sister he grew up with is dating a rat who the entirety of yokohama is after!

Genre: crack, suggestive? (idk sth is wrong with me)

Warning: More blasting, bombing, terrorrist, rizz,

A/N: AHHH I AM SO HAPPY U ENJOYED IT- AND I AM MORE THEN HAPPY BCS I MADE YOU LAUGH !!! >.<

nahhh like brother like sister :/

NO BCS i feel like fyodor just wanted to temper dazai by using his ugly breedable charms on you

But it backfired terribly! (like his posture)

Though you were his one and oNlY eNeMyS blood relative he just couldnt help but flirt with you and perhaps ykyk do those romantic stuff ppl do

This is so ooc rn ;skull emoji 69x;

However you were extremly LIKE extremly careful to not let your brother know

You literly sneaked off the house as if you were sneaking inthe kitchen to cook a whole buffet at 3am!!

Except you were sneaking off to EAT a whole buffet😏😏

Even the rat himself helped you to sneak to his rusty ahh apartment

Wow! The first thing he actually did for others!!!!!

Honestly dazai would be chill though-

Like oh his sister is dating someone? welp sure! i have exes all around the city hope its not one of them though hehe...HeHe

FUCKING SLU--

You took the risk of rizzing fyodor up infront of him though like:

"I am crime, I am punishment" you: "I know something else you can punish :3"

Dazai woke back from the dead with em bones fish eye when u said that

AYYY DAZAI IN HIS MELANIE MARTINEZ "PORTALS" ERA!!!!1😍

When he find out though.....oh god hes going to give you that light skin stare, with his eyes turning into nothing but a pitch black void

like my soul-- OKAY THIS IS THE LAST ONE I PROMISE--

One day you met up with fyodor and you were so excited that you nearly threw his anemic ass to the ground

"Yaaaah fedya,!! we finally met! dont give me that face do u know how hard it is to come and meet you when my lazy ahh brother puts trackers on me!" "Malyshka, please calm down---''

All of a sudden u could hear shuffling which instantly cautions the both of you only for your eyes to be meeted with your brothers eye turning into nothing but pitch black like the face he gave when he saw mori

your getting grounded <3

"Out of all people...out of 8 billion people, sister😀" "I-i-i-i i can explain"

he then looked at fyodor with the ugliest angry face ever "YOU FUCKING RAT HOW DARE YOU WOO MY SISTER WITH FEHUYOUR UGFLY AHH RATUTILLIE NO RIZZ MANIUPULATION I AM GONNA BLAST YO-"

damn.. dazai become eminem

the shift mood between to u then to fyodor was so funny

LIKE YALL SAW THE ADVICE FYODOR GAVE TO DAZAI IN THEIR CELLS? THATS A BIT--- UM YANDERE??????!!

"BROTHER CALM DOWN I WAS NOT MANIUPULATED TF-" "THAT WONT STOP ME FROM MY MANSLAUGHTER ARC" "WHAT?--"

#siblinggoalsfr

fyodor honestly only glared at him with a smile that said "If they annoy you, go for their sibling"

dazai YANKED Your arm taking you back to you apartment and just stared at you as if you got a B in maths

uh oh...

So YEAH after hours of not being able to calm him down he finally accepted!

Dazai gifted fyodor a dead rat in a helicopter after he accepted you guys😍😍😍

No bcz i think u and nikolai would have matching energy--

Nikolai: "Dos-kun bites his nails!" You: "Real except he bites my neck!"

one day ranpo jolted up from his seat with fisheye and slowly turned to you as if you ate his (dead)mother

"Dazai Y/N, you did not..." "Oh yes yes i just did :3"

everybody was so confused like did you steal his snacks or sth???

"like brother like sister i guess...." -ranpo after finding out his bestie is doing unholy things to his enemy

JKJK-

Dazai acted so overdramatic omg- ugh hes so babygirl

"I still cant believe it... MY OWN SISTER DATING-DAT-DATING A STINKY RAT! Wait- WHAT IF YOU GET MARRIED???????!!!!! WILL YOUR NAME BE D-D-D-DOS-DOE RATVESKY?? sis you better let him take your name WAIT NO I WILL NOT SHARE MY NAME WITH HIM UGFYDUTYFE"

dramatic gossip girlie fr

like its literly like

"I took your victory😈" "I took your sisters viriginty😈😈😈"

i am so sorry-WAHHHHHHHHHH- *gets shot in the head by reader for being so dirty*

during gatherings, they just smile at each other protesting in their minds who can take care of u better while your in a chair rollin around and going :3

kuro kuro kuro kuroooo kuro kuro kuro kuro ding luro kuro ding~

until your silly ahh falls! :D

And its just a second of time to see who can cath you first-

Dazais going to turn your wedding into an arson commitment!

"Breaking news!, Depressed man who half the fandom slanders burns down his sisters wdding venue with soy sauce!"

Well... its a funky ride! but hey its fyodor

A/N: i know its short but i tried okay- ENJOY!! i love doing crack if i cant laugh or be happy i will make others happy!! <33

Divider crds: @nikolaismasquerade

tags! @silverbladexyz @riiwrites @chuuyasboner @heartsfourdazai @atlasnessie @atsquie @tojifile @biscuits-lovely-corner @darling--angst

#bungou stray dogs #sakira! #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou gay dogs #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai sister #dazais sister x fyodor #fyozai x sister reader #lol #bsd crack #dirty pick up lines

[fl3shm4id3n]

Hello so I heard ur requests is open and I don’t think u remember me but I was the person that asked you how na’vi people would react to Melanie Martinez character (a.k.a the creature) and I just wanted to know if you would like to write about that since you were also asking for suggestions

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝

ᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʏᴀ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ɴʏᴍᴘʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ'ꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ɴʏᴍᴘʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: Mentions of human experimenting, rebirth? mentions of the first movie,

A/N: I hope ya don't mind me referring to reader as a forest nymph, based on the song Nymphology.

Masterlist

You were once a human, except, you were used for human experimenting. The whole purpose of the experiment was so that you could be the first human to be immune to the toxic environment of Pandora. They'd be constant serums injected to you and even exposing you to the toxic are to see if it'll work. It went on for years.

Until the war between humans and na'vi, you had managed to escape. But during your escape you had fallen into a huge hole and fell to your demise. You hoped and begged that you wouldn't die lie this, you wished for a second chance of some kind. Then you began to be wrapped in some kind of flesh like cocoon, filling with water.

Years later, the so called cocoon still remained in the hole. Then the cocoon proceeded to open up slowly. Then you had emerged from the now shell like cocoon. Except, you weren't exactly human. Your skin is pink, your hair was no longer a natural color. But a mixture between blonde, green, a purplish grey, pink and so on.

Not only that, but you had more than just two eyes, making them four in total. The last thing you didn't expect was to have a literal pair of wings. If it wasn't obvious, you weren't human anymore. You had no idea what you had become, but you knew that you weren't human not one bit.

After moments of realization, you had to get out of that hole you been in the last couple of years. First you crawled out by climbing the dirt wall. But you were stopped by something that had been attached to you. Looking down, you saw that it was some sort of ambilocal cord attached to you, so you decided to pull it. At first it didn't do nothing, then you pulled much harder, then finally the cord tore off.

Once you were out of that hole, you decided to try and find someone or people to help you. After hours of roaming around in the woods, you had came across the na'vi. Well, group of na'vi kids and a human boy. At first they freaked out because they're never seen a creature like you, but had finally calmed down after some time.

You then explained everything that has happened to you and how you ended up the way that you did. They got curious. They'd ask question after question, such as. Why is your skin pink? Why is your hair multiple colors? Why do you have wings? What's up with your four eyes?

You had no answers to their questions, the only answer you gave them was that you had been 'asleep' for many years and just woke up. They then thought about taking you to meet their father and mother, maybe even grandmother.

When you arrived at the high camp, just like them, their parents. Mainly their father freaked out. Their mother didn't seem to freaked out. When the kids explained to them about your whole or most of your situation. Their father seemed to understand where you were coming from.

As for the mother, she thought of you as a forest creature that had just been born. Sounded normal to her.

Since then on, you'd be around the Sully's. You got to learn their names. Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam, Kiri, Lo'ak, and Tuk. Spider was the family friend of the Sully kids.

Quickly after, the rest of the Omaticaya took notice of you. Since you were always around the Sully's. They had grown curious because they've never seen a creature like you, ever. They didn't seem to really mind your presence, but they couldn't help but often stare. In a curious way.

They'd be times where you'd interact with others other then the Sully kids. They were pretty touchy, often touching your multi colored hair, your wings, your hands and even ears. You didn't mind since they were curious in trying to figure out what you were.

Mainly the children, ever since Tuk had introduced you to her friends. They couldn't help but be around you constantly. They'd ask you question, almost similar to the ones that you were asked and different questions. Like. Can you fly like the ikran? Why is your hair constantly changing color? Why are you pink? Is there more like you?

Almost every day other day you'd get asked a different question by the kids and adult. As much as you wanted to answer them properly, you just couldn't. Hopefully later on you'd be able to answer them all.

#avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #the sully's x reader (platonic) #sully kids x reader (platonic) #sully kids x fem reader (platonic) #sully kids x forest nymph reader (platonic) #female reader #female y/n #forest nymph reader #forest nymph y/n #platonic headcanons #platonic relationships #cereza's writing #cereza's requests #cereza's suggetions #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

[won4ver]

song lyric dialogue prompts

“loving you was lethal” [EVIL by Melanie Martinez]

“slow dance with yourself in a lonely crowd” [ Die For You by Beauty School Dropout]

“i could never do it once and she did it twice” [we’re not alike by tate mcrae]

“all the drugs couldn’t ever make me love like i want to” [Unlovable by Beach Weather]

“I heard a song and started crying, it made me think of you” [Boyhood by Birth Day]

“please let me get what I want, lord knows it would be the first time” [Please Please Please Let Me Get What I want by The Smiths]

“you don’t have to change, you’re perfect the way you are” [Body Dysmorphia by Eyedress]

“I wanted you to want me back” [No Room 4 U by PROM]

“but I crumble completely when you cry” [505 by Arctic Monkeys]

“i’ve given all I can, it’s not enough” [Karma Police by Radiohead]

“but if I gave up on being pretty I wouldn’t know how to be alive” [Brand New City by Mitski]

“you look so pretty, pretty like the wind” [Black Friday by Tom Odell]

“the shade of your hair has changed but I look up to you the same” [if this is the last time by LANY]

“why am I jealous if i’m yours?” [gaslight by Nessa Barrett]

“will they love you when you’re famous?” [la di die by Nessa Barrett]

“be the girl you used to know, playing on the radio” [la di die by Nessa Berrett]

“dead on arrival, always a little too late” [WE MADE PLANS & GOD LAUGHED by Beauty School Dropout]

“it’s the same old situation, got you stuck in my head” [YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH… by Beauty School Dropout]

“did he touch you better than me?” [Creepin’ by Metro Boomin]

“you’re the worst of my crimes” [Best by Gracie Abrams]

“I don’t wanna fight anymore” [Sunshin Baby by The Japanese House]

“when i’m with you, I don’t wanna be with you” [Covet by Basement]

“Is it hesitance, or is this feeling heaven sent?” [Are You The One by Basement]

“I don’t love you, I just need to be loved” [Pine by Basement]

“I think I like you best when you’re just with me and no one else” [K. by Cigarettes After Sex]

“I’m looking for affection in all the wrong places” [affection by BETWEEN FRIENDS]

“wake me up when it’s over” [Sleepwalkimg by All Time Low]

“never thought id taste as good to anyone but you” [Pretty Venom by All Time Low]

“if you could have it all, why do you want me?” [Tonight You Are Mine by The Technicolors]

“i’d give up forever to touch you” [Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls]

“and to think that right now you’re a stranger, I hope it’s not like this forever” [I Hope It’s Not Like This Forever by Amber Run]

“you don’t know how lucky you are” [Acting My Age by The Academic]

“I see my reflection in your eyes” [Reflections by The Neighbourhood]

“I can’t forget, I can’t forgive you” [Family Line by Conan Gray]

“where did you learn what it means to reciprocate?” [Tek It by Cafuné]

“don’t you know you’re just another heartbreaker?” [Swoon by Beach Weather]

“if I could burn this town, I wouldn’t hesitate” [Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME]

“I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck” [Fallingforyou by The 1975]

“how could anybody do the things you did so easily?” [the grudge by Olivia Rodrigo]

“I wish I could live without you” [Telephones by Vacation]

“It’s easy to forget that you are gone” [Nostolgia by Suki Waterhouse]

#won4ver ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི #won4ver ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི prompts #song prompt #lyric prompts #fanfic prompt #story prompts #writing prompts #prompt list #story prompt #kpop prompts #enhypen prompts #dialogue prompt #fic prompt #writing prompt #prompt #reylo prompt #journal prompts #whump prompt #art prompt #fanfiction prompts #dialogue prompts #smut prompts

[alivegirlmari]

sorry i keep bothering u BUT i have another question😭 i was wondering if you’d seen this interview of melanie (https://youtu.be/xhHDMOEnuB4 the first minute and a half) and what you think of that because i’m pretty sure shauna does NOT care but to me jeff very much went from a sympathetic guy who loves his wife to a sinister little man😭 i get making bad decisions when you’re young but man😭

you are NOT bothering me omggg you could neverrr. me when i wake up to an anticurses ask and get to chew on it at work for the next two days: ❣️ 💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝

i've seen a few people analyze that specific interview and tbh i don't think i have anything groundbreaking to add but i wanna just ramble about shauna anyways asdjnjsdk so! putting this under a readmore bc it'll probs be long-ish and incoherent <3

ok so. shauna's relationship to motherhood has always fascinated me. when i first watched yj it was all in one night, in a haze, during a not-good-mentally period in my life. so it took me an embarrassing amount of episodes to go from 'oh she hates callie bc callie's wilderness baby and thus a reminder of everything that entails, both jackie-related and trauma-related' to 'OH callie can't be wilderness baby, timeline wise, which adds an even more insane level to shauna returning to jeff post-crash'. bc the decision to date him let alone marry him has always been sooo interesting to me!! like yeah we all knew why but like, how did it happen? how long after the crash? did he call her up once she got out of hospital? did she go back to school? was it another drunk grief hookup thing again, but one that spiraled into more? did they discuss jackie at all? iirc, when he reveals he's read the diaries, he implies they never talked about the 19 months which is why he read them. but did they ever discuss jackie, separate to what happened in the woods? or was she the eternal elephant in the room? i mean, yes it's canon that shauna marries him out of guilt and shame and obligation, but the CALLIE of it all is the wildest part to me. bc she's pregnant with his baby, and then jackie dies and the baby dies, and then she goes back and has anotherrr baby with him, in spite of everything!!!!

so melanie p much saying 'she can't keep justifying her decision to not have kids with him, so they have one'. is like. well she's right!!! i can 1000% see jeff pushing to have kids and shauna, unaware that he knows about wilderness baby and not wanting to tell him, agreeing to it bc a) she'd rather die than talk about it honestly, b) the guilt of it all, and c) well that's what normal suburban heterosexual couples do isn't it?? get married and have kids!! and to me jeff has always been that guy, which he even admits in canon! he was always gonna be the high-school boyfriend to jackie, but that's his life role, too: he stays in his home-town, he owns a business in his home-town, his only friend is his teen bestie, etc. he's the suburban straight guy who doesn't properly wash his underwear, whose wife cooks every meal (that he still complains about), who thinks flavored lube is too kinky and weird and gay for him.

and it annoys me that the show doesn't even lean into the horror of that, let alone like...the genuinely terrribleeee things he does. like if you're not gonna frame it as devastating, tragic, claustrophobic, and miserable that shauna marries jackie's very Normie boyfriend and has another baby with him, that her whole life has become a jackie altar and not what she herself wants, then at least frame it as awful that he blackmailed her and her friends using their trauma??? HELLO???and i hate that the adam thing kinda like. made them ~even~, narratively, or at least made people forget about jeff.

and if you're NOT going to make it a heterosexual horror story, AT LEAST make him the wifeguy people insist he is online!! what REAL self-respecting wifeguy would turn down strawberry lube or panic when their wife grabs the gun from the guy holding them at gunpoint!!! and i mean, his reactions (to the gun thing at least) are valid and normal, ofc he'd freak out, majority of us would too. but this IS a tv show, he's not real, and you can't have him be the freaked out, 'you're out of control' husband and the 'my wife can do no wrong' husband ykwim. (me & rose talked about that angle specifically here)

but also YES it's legitimately evil for jeff to not tell shauna he knows about wilderness baby and for him to just then. keep bringing up having another one. the most generous reading i can give him is that he also, of course, feels guilty about jackie, and his desire for marriage and children with shauna is driven by that, but again: he knew he was only ever the high-school boyfriend, so. and what melanie said in that interview IS right but it's not being said/implied/explored in canon, and i worry that if it was then again, it wouldn't be shown as the horror it is, so i'm almost glad?? bc i'm not sure the general audience would see through that and view it as evil either.

anyways, jeff n shauna to me is like. does she love him? probably, in some way, on some level. i think she enjoys his company sometimes, i'm sure they have happy memories together etc. but he will always be a reminder of #everything. and so will callie! and i think that's just a more interesting dynamic to explore!!! (though tbh. loveee the goat stuff, but shauna just kinda. saying everything so explictly to lottie did feel like a telling not showing, exposition moment. as did the fact that it was a KID like sometimes this show is so subtle and other times it's incredibly not ajdksjask.)

um anyways it's 4am. i need to go to sleep. i am probably forgetting something bc i have So many thoughts about shauna + motherhood ESPECIALLY in the teen timeline which i didn't even touch lol, and how it connects to adult timeline but i do wanna give the writers temporary benefit of doubt just bc we've still got 2 eps left. so who knows what'll happen. me personally i'm hoping jeff dies and/or goes to jail and we explore the complex web of feelings that shauna and callie have towards each other, and they change their names back to shipman. i think it's rly funny and sad and tragic that callie doesn't care that her mom's a killer (well, she does), she's just so happy her mother's being honest with her. </33 also just love women who aren't naturally maternal and aren't good mothers but they're not villainized for it, and it's also not a one-dimensional portrayal either.

(final note that i LOVE is that in the original pilot script, shauna has another kid!!! callie has an older sister!!! soo curious whether she was meant to be a surviving wilderness baby or if they had another kid post-crash...jeff im in ur walls regardless)

#also i answered ur other ask privately bc i don't wanna invite hashtag discourse abt that interpretation of that scene/character ahsjfjkka #but idk how tumblr works re: private answers so if you didn't get it i can just. send you what i wrote??? <3333 #ask #anticurses

[oodlyenough]

unfortunately the more i think about yellowjackets s2 the more gripes i have so i need to exorcise them:

in s1 i felt like both the present day and the wilderness sequences fed off each other nicely and while i think i was slightly more invested in the teens in the woods, bc what a great plot lol, i still enjoyed the adults and seeing how it all fit and the guessing game of survivors

s2's adult plotline has lost basically all momentum for me. it is like, a plot i am enduring to get back to the woods, where the stuff i care about is happening, except i can already kind of guess most of the outcomes, because i know who all the adult survivors are

shauna's murder plot is only moderately interesting because melanie lynskey is the funniest woman alive and every line she delivers delights me. it's nice to see adult van, but they have yet to actually do much with adult van, and i'm not sure "van's dying! again!" is the move. i cannot fathom why we made taissa win the election just for her career and subsequent press attention/fame/whatever to have no fucking relevance at all. she could've lost and still been a divorced deadbeat mother lol. i can't begin to guess where anything is going with lottie, nat and misty in the present

anyway here's more stray gripes:

WHY is this particular group of adult women *excited* for snowfall LMAOOOO... ???...

coach ben's storyline needs to hurry tf up. most of his flashbacks after the first two-ish haven't really told us anything new imo, they're hitting the same beats

i get that the show was trying to be funny and experimental but i found the misty float tank sequence absolutely excruciating and five times longer than it had any right to be

really struggling to care about lottie's cult stuff

shauna's goat storyline was ok until they had shauna just verbatim deliver the obvious moral of that storyline.

for a show with a set cast of characters from day 1 it's very jarring every time a new girl shows up out of the blue to get spotlighted for a bit before probably dying. i guess some of them actually have been in the bg this whole time, according to imdb, but it does always leave me like "huh????"

i get that this is a show where weird stuff happens and it's perhaps not the least plausible thing ever but lottie surviving that beating with no medical care is really... lol

love and miss u ghost jackie

anyway. it's still appointment viewing for me because i want to see where it's all going, i like the characters + concept + wilderness stuff, and many of the performances are very good. but after s1 aired (which i watched mistakenly believing it was a miniseries lol) i remember thinking "oh man. this could spiral off the rails so easily" and uh I am concerned that is already happening lol

#yellowjackets #this is pretty negative bc it's just misc criticisms i've been thinking about all season lol

[twsted-princess]

For the fluster ask

On that day Elias and Carol did some work in the green house together... She had a smaller dress on as she ran around trying to plant one flower to the other flower bed as she eventually noticed something in the Shed.

"Eli... could you maybe help me with something.... I think either the shovel is stuck or I am too weak to get it out there."

"Don't worry, I'll take a look."

And so he looked into the shed with her... trying to get the handle off the Shovel out and struggling as well.. as both noticed it was slightly hooked into the pot it was stuck in and both grabbed the handle to get it out.... but even if they got it out they both stumbled back... Eventually he woke up again as Carol bend over him close to his face.

"Are you alright? I was worried you hit your head."

She was very close... the comfortable smell of apples, the light hint of a cleavage and those worried eyes looking down on him as she was on top of him... what a mess he got himself into.

They were just done with sparring and moving on with the day... as suddenly a familiar face cought their view... a same tall vampire lady they were all too familiar with.

"Say Chilli... Could I spare some of your time? I feel a little... bored."

"Not at all what do you need?"

"Not here... follow me."

Vanessa led them away from the crowd and along the hallway... eventually stopping at a less occupied corner but what they didn't expect was her to boldly come close and kabedon them to the wall.... leaning down to let everything see with a light smirk licking her fangs.

"Would you mind me quenching my thirst a little?"

A light sigh escaped her... thanks to Flynn she lost a bet and had to wear this whole noble prince get up... tying her hair into a bun and filling in this radiant look.... however she knew as well that she could use this opportunity for a one little idea... eventually the guests flooded in and to her hopes Melanie also was part of the crowd to watch her later perform... yet she couldn't help to make use of this costume...

And so she let her along with the help of other members to meet her at an unfinished part of the set... Rubina took her hand gently and left a small kiss from her hand to her wrist going on a knee.

"My fated lady... I would do anything to be with you... to feel your touch each day... you just have to ask the word."

She chuckled a little before breaking the role pulling her along by her waist and trapping the Ramshackle dorm leader between the table and her, having this loving smile as she pressed her hands on the table to inspect her eyes.

"How was I, did I capture your heart?"

Hey Fumi, I love you.

Elias

"U- Um y- yes! Yes I'm fine!!" Oh no....this isn't good. Carol looked down to see him looking straight towards the ceiling, his face breaking into a sweat. "Are.....you sure?" He shakes his head. "Y- Yes yes!! Couldn't be any better!!" She watched him before giggling to herself. What a cutie...

Petva

Vanessa smiled, feeling the thump on their vein as she licks along their neck. Their skin tasted like fresh salt and a dash of citrus, akin of a margarita. "Like what you saw?" They ask, feeling her nails skim their chest and arms. "Very much so~" She feels them raise their neck, letting them press a kiss on their jugular. "Then drink up baby~"

Melanie

Rubina watches as her darling girlfriend's face turns from a rosy pink and the cherry red. Her mouth agape, one hand over her chest while the other gripes the princely suit sleeve. She looked ripe for a kiss and as Rubina gave into the temptation a voice came in. "Uh....Miss Loketon? Flynn said that you need to-" It was just Pluck and the ever graceful actress gazed at him while hiding her princess to her chest. "In a minute Pluck, I'm just looking for something." And as he leaves with a decent answer she turns back to her love. "My apologies.....he can wait a little bit. May I kiss you? Just one my love...."

#my work #twst oc's #twisted wonderland

[heartsforkazuha]

what u doing with a girl like that? :( .ೃ࿐

hihi guys sorry if I didn’t see ur notifs and I haven’t been posting for a while..😭

this ff is really cringy..if this flops I will cry

reader uses they/them and Melanie’s a bitch

post ; you’ve been crushing on them, but they like someone else, turns out they have feelings for u

and the crush is a bitch damn !!

xiao x reader / scara x reader (next) — fluff !🍦 .ೃ࿐

your desk was at the window, chin resting on your hand while watching him from down there, playing

a match with his friends.. and, there she was, the popular girl cheering for him, melanie.

then xiao won the match (any game u can imagine him winning) and you heard melanie scream out his name happily.

xiao was your basic popular boy, he ignores all his heart shaped chocolates in his locker

and doesn’t care about the fanclubs he has, he ignores everyone pretty easily and then… there’s melanie.

she’s always so obsessed with xiao while flirting around with other popular boys.

weird ahh thing is that, melanies a bitch and cheats on every boy she gets.

anyway, stop daydreaming !! then you saw it, xiaos amber eyes matched with yours, looking up

to your window, you immediately closed your notebook and then ran away from the room,

embarrassed to let xiao see that you were staring at him the whole match.

it was lunch time, xiangling saw you and her eyes widened with a big smile plastered on her face.

running to you, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you to her table.

xiao was sitting at the table that xiangling invited you to.

“come come, [name]! eat with us, xiao, this is [name].”

“uhm..hello xiao!”

he did not reply, ignoring and scrolling on his phone with an unamused look on his face.

“dont mind him, [name]. he’s a little rude sometimes.”

so you and xiangling talked and talked, until her phone rang.

“oh shit.. sorry [name] ! i have to go !!”

you nod quietly as xiao had his eyes glued to the phone while getting up from the seat

as an attempt to follow xiangling, only to be stopped by her.

“where do you think you’re going ? be a gentleman for once and stay with them, xiao.”

xiao tries to form a sentence and xiangling quickly walks away, leaving you and xiao alone.

xiao sighs, looking at you quietly.

“so it’s you right? the one who was looking at me during the match.”

“yeah. it’s me..just call me [name] I really like [uhm insert something u love cus xiao will love u

for whatever u like] and..ur pretty cool.”

xiaos Amber eyes pierced through yours.

“what?.. you like doing that too? i guess we could make good friends.”

then xiao invited you into every match, always coming to help you when you

get yourself in a troubled situation, and hugged you when you needed it.

but it’s not like melanie didn’t notice these.

you were at the claw machine area with xiao, his eyes shining when he got the prize.

and to your surprise.. he handed the light green plush to you.

“keep this as a gift from me. I’ll be right back, I need to use the bathroom real quick.”

you nodded with a soft smile as he quickly walked away.

leaning your back on the machine, you heard someone call your name, it was melanie.

“finally, I’ve got your attention, I’m gonna make this quick and clear. stay.away.from.xiao !!”

your lips parted to say something, but she let you off easy and quickly walked away angrily.

xiao crossed his arms, he heard everything.

“hmph. that melanie..”

his phone was turned on and you saw you from the contact list, being named as “❤️”

xiaos eyes widened and he tried to turn off the phone, a blushing mess as you teased him.

then u and xiao spent more time together, him getting closer and closer to you.

then, there was an event, you and xiao going with the rest and he dragged you to a private area.

then, you two were alone at the beach at night.

his hands went to your strands of hair, softly touching them while the two of your hands touched the sides of his head.

“[name]. will you be my..”

you giggled and then shut him up with a kiss.

melanie crying in the background and xiangling prolly hiding in the bushes to help xiao 💀

then he invited you at every one of his matches again, giving him a kiss on the cheek whenever he finished.

feel free to request anyone for ty miss cupid / this series (what u doing with a girl like that) / or when u get hurt !!

sorry if this was cringy + pls don flop or I’ll delete cus it’s embarrassing

posted two days ago !! thanks for reading ily .. pls reblog or interact if u can !!

#fanfic #fiction #reader insert #writers on tumblr #writing #adeptus xiao #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x you #genshin xiao #xiao fluff #heartsforkazuha !! ੈ✩‧₊˚🍧 #genshin fluff #fluff #if this flops it flops

[fumikomiyasaki]

🧸 with Kaeru and James, Kumo and Melanie or Peko and Pluck

Child Alert

Recently there has been rumors of mythical creatures who show you Visions of the past of someone close to you through their sleep. Many didn't believe these rumors and even James jokes with his friend group about what could happen... yet late at night he felt like some kind of Fog engulf him and found himself back at a harbour... seeing a handsome Tall man and a little green haired boy fishing.

"Kaeru... you want to hold it too?"

"Yes Dad!! U... You... think we catch fishie today?"

"Listen son... all it takes is patience... like with friendship... you might now not feel close with the others in kindergarden but one day you might have many friends who care surrounding you."

"Yesh dad... I bwe pashient."

James let out a light chuckle... even that small he had this sunshine attitude about him he knew... he didn't want to disturb the two so he hid behind one of the boats and watched them catch the fish as another woman approached.

"Beloved, Kaeru, how did it go?"

"Mommy look."

He had the brightest smile showing her the small fish in his hand as the man out a Hand around her waist. Kaeru hugged her shortly.

"Out little son already has so much Talent... I hope others will see it too."

"Hiroshi, my dear husband, It will be fine... I am sure this smile will get many to accept him."

"I have confidence in him.. I just can't wait for him If he gets as popular as his dad."

"You *chuckling*"

His mother picked the little boy on her shoulders while the father carried the fish.

"Kaeru, do you want a reward, sweetheart?"

"D-Dangwo pleashe... as snacky."

Slowly the Fog catched up to James again as he woke up and smiled.

"He can be glad about his family and... I am happy his wish came true... I... just hope one day I can embrace Mom like this again as well... "

He decided not to tell Kaeru about that dream the Next day but smiled and put a Hand on His shoulder.

"Hey how about we go to eat some Dango today, my treat?"

"Really? That would make me very happy."

Yuzuha behind him chuckled.

"Does the invitation go to us all?"

Marcos joined in dramatically.

"Are we not good enough of friends you don't invite us... how dare you Jamie?"

"Fine... then I will invite all of You..."

Similar to James Melanie was plagued by the creature as well... she was about to fall into bed in Ramshackle as she looked the creature into it's eyes... before feeling a Fog engulf her and as she woke up... she was stranded in a desert at night... a small flicker of a flame let her to a Bonfire outside of a small desert town... as she hid behind some walls and watched three kids play.. one of them looked very familiar.

"No fair Kumo, you are always so much faster."

"Tsuki... its cause you don't wear the right clothes for tag."

"Wait... Taiyo are you falling asleep again?"

"Hmmmnnnn... Huh... oh my bad."

So it was Kumo...sure looked Luke him even if he didn't have his streaks and Tattoo yet. The three layed in the Sand as Tsuki shared a blanket with Taiyo and Kumo looked up at the Stars.

"You really love them, huh?"

"Looking at them makes me wonder what is out there... how many of these are worlds we could visit..."

Taiyo looked at him with a smile.

"As Long as we do it together... as friends... I just hope I am not a burden."

"TaiTai... if not Kumo and I carry you."

"And what do you propose we do if we get attacked, airhead..."

"Hey!"

The three started laughing as Kumo spoke up again.

"I want something that connects us... so even if we get separated I want to remember you two."

"Oh I know... the Adults have something like Symbols on their skin... how about that."

"Don't we have to be old for that?"

Kumo sighed and pulled out something from his pocket giving each of the Girls small stones, one a sun, one a moon and one a Star.

"Till then let's keep these... as memory. "

Melanie looked at a necklace Kumo gabe her before... a heart stone... it looked very similar to those... just much more care put into it.

"I said one day... once I meet the right person for me I give them one of these as prove that I care... and till then I have to practise to make these better."

"They look awesome."

"Thank you Kumo."

Melanie blushed a little hearing that... the three friends put their hands on anothers and smiled at another.

"Best friends forever?"

"Of course."

"Yes."

Melanie accidently stumped over a Vase nearby in worry of the fog catching up to her... until she woke up... holding her head.

"Was this a dream or real... I-I should talk to him tomorrow... no that be stupid..."

The next day Kumo approached her first.

"Are you alright? I heard some creatures are lose recently who enter people Dreams."

He held her Hand gently as she smiled at him pulling out the necklace...

"I saw a Vision... how you made these for your friends..."

His face went red as he looked away.

"Well... I did mean what I said back then... I wanted to make something special... that makes you remember me."

Her face went red as well...

"I still cherish it... but I do h-hope one day I can get to meet your friends as well."

He pulled her into an embrace and held her close.

"I hope that day happens."

Pluck was held by that same Fog as well... eventually waking up at a more landish place and hearing the laughter of a little girl... seeing from afar the blond hair he knew excactly who it was.

"Peko-sama was already so cute this young...I feel so happy to see this."

He saw two adults come out the house and smile at her.

"Peko, dont you want to come in, you need to learn for school. "

"I don't wanna go to school... I wanna play every day and nap when I want to."

Her father sighed and leaned down.

"Listen... you are our sweet dear Gold child but you also have to one day do more than just play... maybe you will find things that are more fun.. you will have more friends as I kindergarden and Still be able to Nap home."

She pouted and nodded with some tears in her eyes as her parents left... Pluck who wanted to look closer stumbled Into the Garden by accident... at least He was lucky this dream gave him his usual cat Mask... or else he would have worried little Peko might find him a weirdo... yet instead of fearing him she went to him and patted his head.

"You are a big kitty, whats your name Mr.Cat?"

Those big eyes looked In wonder at him he could tell anything about the truth.

"M-mr. Cat is alright little Lady... I think your parents are right... you should go to school... maybe one day you will find someone that can buy you everything and be there for you with anything."

"Really? I can find someone that useful?"

"I know you will!"

The little girl Spun around happily as he got engulfed by the Fog again. Still kinda of happy about this Vision.

The next day He was surprised to see Peko call him from afar.

"Hey Plucky... how about we tend to some strays today?"

"Peko-sama... you would?"

"I want Mr. Squiggles to not feel uneasy around them and... somewhat I had a memory of a cat last night."

Behind his mask he smiled happily... maybe he did have an effect on her... or is this another dream where she willingly puts up with him... either way he wanted to cherish it.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #disney twst #twst #twistedwonderland #twst ocs #twistedwonderlandoc #kaeru suzanomoto #kumo starwing #peko chunya #peko x pluck #Kumo x Melanie

[hamliet]

What ur thoughts on Justin's love for Brian? Do u think Justin would move on from Brian and have a life with someone else?

Yay, a QAF ask! (The struggle of discovering a story and wanting to talk everyone's ear off about it, but you're like, 20 years late.)

Are you asking if I think Justin could or that he would? I genuinely don't think he would, but he could. The point is that Justin would choose Brian. That was his motivation throughout the series: he chose Brian, and then he had to figure out what that meant. (Justin ditching Brian in season 2 was a poor choice in some ways, but was also clearly a choice that thematically links to their decision not to get married in season 5--loving someone shouldn't cost you yourself.)

Having Justin suddenly be like "ahhh nvm Brian isn't worth it", even offscreen, would be thematically disastrous given the main crux of Brian's issues being that he does not, in fact, think he's worthy of love or even life itself thanks to his dad wishing he was never born.

The ending of season 5 was not that. Justin kept insisting that they would see each other constantly. He still chooses Brian. Brian has doubts because he's still scared, but QAF is always gonna go with the choice and hope option over the fear option.

I mean, I've talked multiple times about the ending, but I think the implication is clear--and that was before I found out the writers confirmed that they intended to write them staying together. It's open enough to where people can draw their own conclusions, but I think you have to neglect a ton of context clues and write them off as "random" (when nothing in a story should be random assuming best writing--granted, most stories, even QAF, don't always do this, but it's the general assumption) to come to that conclusion.

I mean, you could conclude that they ended up just as fond memories to each other. But you'd be neglecting a hell of a lot of context, and transporting the story's genre into gritty, even cyclical realism, when it was always more of an optimistic coming-of-age survival story with elements of a fairy tale. (It's not like the story directly called out its fairy tale optimism several times--oh wait it did reference fairy tales, and superhero comic books, and magic, and even had a ghostly apparition in Vic appearing in Brian's dreams.)

Anyways, to conclude that they don't end up together, I think people have to read their own experiences and preferences into the story, which admittedly we all do to an extent, but to a degree where I'd say they're ceasing to view it as a crafted story. I do think the authorial intent was clear.

Why did the narrative specifically call out Brian not returning the rings?

Why was the pattern of every single relationship in season 5 separating, but then coming back together even when things looked impossible (Melanie and Lindsay, Blake and Ted, Emmett and whoever that was, Hunter with Ben and Michael)?

What about the motif of home between Justin and Brian that got multiple shout-outs in every season? (I need to write a meta about this!)

Why did the story talk consistently in almost every season about Brian's life goal being moving to New York? (The thing is, Brian shouldn't move to New York out of fear or because he has no other options. That's not the message of QAF. It should be his choice, and I think it was set up to likely be precisely that.)

Season 4, imo, sets up the ending for us. Justin's about to fly back to Hollywood, but he still waits at the finish line to see Brian (who lags behind everyone else). Michael helps Brian, but Brian almost gives up just in sight of the finish line--until he sees Justin waiting for him. Then, he gathers himself and pushes across the line. The metaphor was so on the nose. Yeah, Justin will then leave for a bit, just like he will at the end of season 5, but Brian will keep moving forward for him. And as if the writers wanted to assuage our fears brought by their very own theme of "you don't know what tomorrow brings; all we have is the present," they included ghostly Vic appearing in Brian's dreams in the finale of season 4 promising Brian that he'd have a "lot more" years left. They'll get there.

So, I think Justin's love for Brian was a choice--one everything about his character and the show's themes demonstrate he'll continue to make.

#ask hamliet #britin #brian kinney #justin taylor #queer as folk us #queer as folk #queer as folk meta #qaf meta #qaf ending #qaf 5x13 #brian x justin #britin meta

[shiningwonderland]

Cecil Aijima (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (twitter: agnadance) Proofreader: Sera (twitter: serayagami) Editors: Melanie (twitter: melabonbon), Plaid (twitter: cecillovemail)

September — Our Oratorio

In the morning, when I open my eyes, Cecil-san is right in my face.

Cecil Aijima: Good morning, little princess. It is already September.

Haruka Nanami: Eh… u-um? Why are you already in that form, Cecil-san?

Cecil Aijima: There is no time to waste. This world will fall into darkness if we do not defeat Satan as quickly as we can manage.

However… I cannot be with you once we defeat Satan. During this precious time, I would like to be with you in this form for even just a second longer.

Will you forgive me for being this way?

Select the phrase!

I don’t think forgiveness is necessary… (+20 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: You're always Cecil-san, no matter what form you're in. So… I don't think you need to ask for forgiveness for this.

You're free to be in any form you want.

Cecil Aijima: Haruka… Thank you, my beloved. My sweetheart…

Cecil-san hugs me, but his embrace feels weak.

Yes. (+5 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I want to be with you, too…

… Huh? Cecil-san… doesn’t look too well?

Of course. (+10 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I won’t get angry over something like this.

Cecil Aijima: Thank you, my sweetheart. My precious…

He says that while smiling.

However… I feel like his words sound listless…

Cecil-san looks like he’s in pain. On top of that, he looks pale and his cheeks look sunken…

I remember he said he needs to use magic to stay in this form…

He said that was why he stays in Kuppuru’s form and only transforms when necessary…

Today, he’s been in this form since early morning…

Haruka Nanami: Um... Cecil-san. Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.

When I ask him that, Cecil-san looks at me with a sorrowful expression.

Cecil Aijima: Yes… I may not be at my best. If it were possible, I would just take you away… to a paradise where nobody could hurt you…

He winds his fingers around mine. Then, he slowly lifts me up.

Cecil holds me in his arms.

Haruka Nanami: U-um…

Select the phrase!

We have to get up. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Cecil Aijima: Yes… that is correct. We have little time left. However, that is why now, only now is the time…

Haruka Nanami: I understand. Just a little… okay?

Once we defeat Satan, Cecil-san will have to return to his country.

That’s why now is the only time we can hold each other like this…

I understand that telling him my feelings would only hurt him and yet…

When he holds me in his arms, I forget all about that.

We have to find… the sheet music. (+0 Love +10 Music)

Cecil Aijima: Yes… that is correct. We must take back your future…

We have to defeat Satan. (+10 Love +0 Music)

Cecil Aijima: I understand… I understand, yet I cannot stop these feelings I have for you… I love you, Haruka...

Cecil-san and I walk around the academy in search of the music sheets.

… But, in front of us…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Nanami-san… I’m so happy. I’ve been looking for you.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Um… you see, this is a strange story, but every night a goddess keeps visiting me in my dreams.

And then she says that I have sheet music inside my soul that I should give to you.

Haruka Nanami: Sheet music…

Cecil-san and I glance at each other instinctively.

Cecil Aijima: My apologies…

Cecil-san holds his hand out in front of Shinomiya-san’s chest.

Natsuki Shinomiya: This is the melody of the viola. The soul of Agna rests in his heart.

Haruka Nanami: That means…

Cecil Aijima: Yes. This is the fifth music sheet.

Up till now, we’ve had to fight and defeat every person we’ve met who has sheet music…

Is it okay to get the sheet music this easily…?

Well, it’s best if we don’t have to fight to begin with.

Cecil Aijima: If that is so, we should do this quickly…

Haruka Nanami: Yes.

I put my hand over Cecil-san’s, but…

???: Hey, the hell are you doing?

Another Shinomiya-san appears right before our eyes.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah… Sacchan…

Haruka Nanami: Eh? There are two of Shinomiya-san?

Select the phrase!

Twins? (+0 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Is it possible he has an older twin brother?

A doppelganger? (+0 Love +5 Music)

Strange events happened here back in July as well, so this level of strange is actually possible, right…?

Clone technique? (+0 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Perhaps Shinomiya-san could do that...

On second thought, I might be overthinking this.

???: No… I’m his shadow… the other Natsuki. Well, for now, I’m Satan’s servant.

He smiles self-deprecatingly.

Haruka Nanami: Satan’s servant…

So far, all of Satan’s servants have mostly been brainwashed and had little self-awareness, but I feel like this person is different.

Now that I think about it, Jinguji-san was only half brainwashed.

Are there people who obey Satan of their own free will?

But something’s off. It feels like he’s just obeying Satan because he has to, for some reason I don’t know...

Is that just my imagination…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: One morning, I woke up and discovered there was another me. I split into two, me and Sacchan… or Satsuki…

Cecil Aijima: I see… I feel the presence of Satan. I assume the moment he was cursed by Satan, his body split into two.

Satsuki Shinomiya: You two are after Natsuki’s sheet music, huh? Heh, I can’t allow you to do that. Natsuki… c’mere!

Satsuki-kun grabs Shinomiya-san’s wrist and pulls him closer.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I hope you two are looking forward to what kind of penalty you’ll get…

What d’ya think? Gonna take up the challenge?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Nanami-chan, you shouldn’t do what Sacchan says, I’m sure it’s a trap.

Select the phrase!

I accept. (+20 Love +5 Music)

Satsuki Shinomiya: Hmm.

Even if this is all a trap, we don’t have time.

As long as there’s even a small chance, we have to bet on it.

Let me think this through a little. (+10 Love +0 Music)

I wonder what kind of trap it’ll be… If we happen to fail, what will happen to us…?

I’m nervous… but…

Cecil Aijima: Haruka… It will be fine. I am here. You… are not alone.

Cecil-san takes my hand and smiles brightly.

Haruka Nanami: Yes! … I’ll take up your challenge.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Hmm.

What should I do… (+0 Love +0 Music)

I’m lost for an answer so I glance at Cecil-san next to me.

Cecil Aijima: There is no time. We must accept…

Haruka Nanami: Yes… you’re right. Let us accept.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Seems like it’s been decided… Well then, give it your all.

He grabs Shinomiya-san’s hand and runs off just like he said he would.

Cecil Aijima: I felt the Muse within Natsuki and Satan within Satsuki.

Despite that… I feel that those two are connected deep within their hearts, even though they are separated.

Just capturing Natsuki… would probably not be enough…

We have to think of a way to merge the two of them into one again… putting that aside, let us search for Natsuki. We will think of something then…

Cecil-san takes my hand and begins running.

When we reach the roof, we find Shinomiya-san standing there.

Shinomiya-san is staring up at the sky and innocently watching the clouds float by. If this were a normal game of tag, running around and searching for Shinomiya-san all over the wide academy grounds would be quite troublesome.

However, we have magic on our side: the magic to search for sheet music.

As long as we have this magic, we can search for Shinomiya-san no matter where he is.

If Satsuki-san really is the servant of Satan, I assume he’ll know that we have this kind of magic… I wonder why he quickly came up with a challenge like this where he’s at a disadvantage?

What’s more...

Shinomiya-san was ready to give us the sheet music from the start.

Can it be that the power of the Muse is overpowering the power of Satan?

Well, no use thinking about that, we have to take action…

Haruka Nanami: Shi-Shinomiya-san!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes?

I remember that if we mistake Satsuki-kun for Shinomiya, we’ll be penalized...

Haruka Nanami: Um… are you really Shinomiya-san?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes, it’s me~

He smiles gently and gazes at me.

I can’t sense any evil in his expression.

Haruka Nanami: What should we do? I can’t imagine him being anybody other than Shinomiya-san…

Cecil Aijima: I don’t feel the presence of Satan in him… I believe that you are correct… However…

Cecil-san also looks anxious.

Shinomiya-san mentioned a trap… and what exactly does the “penalty” entail?

The person in front of us, no matter how much I look, seems to be Shinomiya-san.

Cecil Aijima: Looks like we have no choice but to try.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

We make up our minds and walk closer to Shinomiya-san.

Haruka Nanami: U-um, Shinomiya-san!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Caught you...

Haruka Nanami: Eh...?

Shinomiya-san suddenly hugs me. At that moment...

Haruka Nanami: AAAH!!

A blinding pain, like a shock of electricity, courses through my body.

Cecil Aijima: Haruka!!!

Cecil-san immediately reaches out his hand and tears me away from Shinomiya-san.

Haruka Nanami: Haa… haa… ha… ha….

M-my body feels limp…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Too bad, I’m Satsuki. I suppressed the power of Satan just a tiny bit and you fell for my trap so easily…

Seems like you’ve got a long way to go. Well, time for your penalty.

Satsuki-kun says that and a magic circle appears beneath our feet.

Then the magic circle glows mysteriously and in the next moment…

We are in a forest.

Cecil Aijima: This is…

Haruka Nanami: … This is probably… the forest… behind the school… I think…

I clutch my chest and answer while catching my breath.

Cecil Aijima: Haruka! Hang in there…

Haruka Nanami: I’m… I’m fine… I just... got shocked… a little… I’m fine.

Let’s… keep going. If we don’t hurry up, the sun will set.

Cecil Aijima: But we will be walking for a long distance.

Haruka Nanami: That’s… true. I know where we should go, but this is a mountain trail, and going back might take awhile…

Cecil Aijima: If we were to track where the magic circle is and go back through that, we may be able to return… in an instant…

Haruka Nanami: Is that possible?

Cecil Aijima: Yes… but... it is a high-level magic that requires a large amount of magic power.

I need your power… but using magic takes away mental and physical energy.

Select the phrase!

I’ll do it! (+20 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: If you need my power, let me help you.

I’m fine with that! (+10 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Even so, I think we have to do it.

Please tell me how.

If there isn’t any other choice… (+0 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I don’t think we have a choice in the matter. Besides…

I want to do anything that’s within my power. So please, tell me how.

Cecil Aijima: Thank you, my princess. But please don’t overwork yourself.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

Cecil Aijima: Your hands… place both your hands properly on mine.

Haruka Nanami: Like… this?

I firmly hold onto Cecil-san’s hands with mine.

Cecil Aijima: In this position, close your eyes and touch your forehead to mine. Fill your heart with music and send that feeling to me.

Haruka Nanami: Fill my heart with music…?

Cecil Aijima: Yes. You already embrace music in your heart.

Feel the music and do not convey it with your voice, but echo it in your heart and convey it directly to me.

I-I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I imagine a melody inside my heart.

Once I do that, even with my eyes closed I can tell that something is glowing brightly, and my forehead feels warm.

Cecil Aijima: Keep your eyes closed.

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes!

I feel the power inside me flow through my forehead into Cecil-san.

Cecil Aijima: Yes… this is fine.

Once some time has passed, Cecil-san releases his hands and forehead.

I wonder why… I feel so tired… It hurts to move my arms…

Cecil Aijima: I… apologize. This was my first time so I did not know how much to take… I am sorry for taking too much from you.

Cecil-san looks like he’s about to cry and holds me tightly in his arms.

Haruka Nanami: I’m… fine… just a little… tired…

I limply reach out my arm and caress Cecil-san’s head.

Cecil Aijima: Even though I told you not to overdo it, I pushed you too far. I am sorry… I am so… sorry…

A tear wells up in Cecil-san’s eye.

I think to myself that his tear is very beautiful and find myself both captivated and wondering how a tear this beautiful could exist…

Once I rest for a while, I recover for the most part.

Haruka Nanami: … I’m fine now. Let’s go.

Cecil Aijima: Yes. The path… I will open the path of light. Please, do not let go of my hand.

I hold onto Cecil-san’s hand tightly.

Once I do that, the ground beneath our feet glows brightly…

Once the light disappears, we’re back standing on the roof.

Haruka Nanami: … Amazing.

What could have taken two hours by foot took only an instant with magic… Magic really is as amazing as I believed.

Haruka Nanami: Ah...

I try to walk forward but wobble a little.

Cecil Aijima: Ah… you should rest more…

Cecil-san supports my body.

Haruka Nanami: I’m okay...

I don’t want to worry Cecil-san more than I already have...

I squeeze out all the energy left in me and keep walking.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, Nanami-san!

When we walk down the hall, we hear Shinomiya-san calling out to us.

Natsuki Shinomiya: You were quite fast. I thought coming back would take at least a couple of hours…

Eh…? Why does Shinomiya-san know about that?

No, this person isn’t Shinomiya-san!

Haruka Nanami: Cecil-san! This person isn’t Shinomiya-san! He’s Satsuki-kun…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Exactly! But, too bad…

We are caught by Satsuki-kun and transported back to the forest once more.

Haruka Nanami: Ugh!!

Every time we are transported back, I feel extreme pain.

My body feels like it’s been shattered and can barely hold itself together. I feel like parts of my body are creaking and my muscles scream in pain.

Haruka Nanami: … Haa… haa… haa…

Cecil Aijima: This… this is the first time I have faced such an unfair battle…

Yes, we have to catch Natsuki-kun and yet we must avoid running into Satsuki-kun.

They both look alike and Satsuki-kun can even fake Natsuki-kun’s personality.

It is a nearly impossible task to tell them apart from afar and then close in on them.

Cecil Aijima: Haruka… it will take time, but I will hold you and take you down the mountain.

I must not force any more of a burden on top of what you already have.

Haruka Nanami: … But, if we do that, so much time will be wasted. We have to get the sheet music no matter what… we have to return music to the world…

Cecil-san, I’m fine… so… let’s teleport back together…

I willingly give Cecil-san my power.

My aching body feels feverish and my head feels dizzy… but even so, I push myself to hold onto Cecil-san’s hands and touch my forehead to his.

There is only one thing connecting the two of us together: the mission to defeat Satan.

I have to keep trying. Even if the only thing waiting for us is our parting, I must… not stand still and do nothing.

Not even a month has passed for me since I came to Saotome Academy, and yet on the calendar, half a year is about to pass.

Just as Cecil-san has a duty, I have a dream.

I came to this academy to fulfill that dream. I can’t let my dream end without being able to do anything.

I have to defeat Satan or I’ll end up losing even my dream.

Once again, we teleport and return back to the school grounds. We finally arrive at the classroom.

Satsuki-kun has been waiting for us there.

Haruka Nanami: We must run...

We’ll be teleported back to the forest.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Ah, wait, Nanami-san! It’s me, Natsuki…!

Haruka Nanami: Eh… Shinomiya...san?

But right now, he looks more like Satsuki-kun…

Satsuki Shinomiya: You see, Sacchan asked to exchange bodies with me. That’s why right now, I’m Natsuki.

Exchange bodies… Is that why the Natsuki-kun we have seen that entire time has always been Satsuki-kun?

Haruka Nanami: Are you really, really Shinomiya-san…?

I fearfully walk towards Shinomiya-san.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Of course, it’s me… Just kidding.

He grabs onto me.

I am once again caught by Satsuki-kun.

Satsuki Shinomiya: How about just giving up, already…? … You’ll die…

He whispers that the moment we’re teleported.

Over and over, we have been teleported… Over and over, we have passed through space…

Each time, I am assaulted by sharp pain and become more and more exhausted…

The high sun begins to set and the sky becomes a mad red.

I am so exhausted that I can’t even lift a finger

Cecil Aijima: … Haruka. This is not possible today. We must give up.

Haruka Nanami: I… can still keep going… Let me… go… I want to… keep trying… with you…

Cecil Aijima: I refuse… I will not allow you… You will break.

Haruka Nanami: But…

Cecil Aijima: I do not want to lose you...

Rustle.

Natsuki Shinomiya: … Like I thought, you two were here.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya… san… why…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Sacchan would keep getting in your way on the school grounds, so I...

Cecil Aijima: Are you really Natsuki?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes. You don’t believe me?

Haruka Nanami: … Cecil-san. Let’s believe him. He came all the way here. Don’t you think Agna possibly guided him here?

Cecil Aijima: I understand. I will believe him...

Rustle.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Sacchan! Please… please stop! She’ll die.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya… san?

Natsuki Shinomiya: You did enough. Sacchan, you also want to play music, right? You want to play the music, the melody, deep down inside my soul…

I know. Sacchan doesn’t actually want to follow Satan’s orders…

…

The moment I was about to be brainwashed by Satan, Sacchan went so far as to split us into two to protect me, am I right?

To prevent me from being brainwashed by him, you pledged to Satan that you would follow his orders, right?

I know without a doubt… that Sacchan is kinder than anybody I know.

Natsuki-kun walks up to Satsuki-kun and holds his hands tightly.

Satsuki Shinomiya: SHUT UP…!! You’re wrong… that’s not how I am…

Natsuki Shinomiya: You don’t even want to do this. Every time you hurt the two of them, you feel so much guilt that your heart sheds tears…

Satsuki Shinomiya: You’re wrong… Don’t say any more... than that…

Satsuki-kun pulls away from Natsuki-kun’s hands.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Even so, it’s true that you couldn’t stop because you’re doing this for me, right? So…

Satsuki-kun clenches his fist so hard that he almost draws blood with his nails.

Satsuki Shinomiya: … You really are an idiot. No matter how many times you’re fooled, you keep coming back, and no matter how much pain you’re in, you never give up.

Your… strength and your disregard for being hurt… The way you keep moving forward…

When I look at you two, my chest aches. My passion for the slumbering music in my soul was rekindled and I couldn’t suppress it anymore…

Even now, I want to play it so badly… this melody of ours… but…

Satsuki-kun looks at Shinomiya-san.

Natsuki Shinomiya: It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine…

Sacchan, return to me. Now, as one… okay…? Let’s play our song…

Shinomiya-san hugs Satsuki-kun tightly.

Natsuki Shinomiya: It’ll be fine. I’m not scared at all. I don’t have to be protected anymore. Let’s fight together…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Heh… To think that you would utter the word “fight”... Fine.

We’ll entrust our melody to you… Save Natsuki… as well as music…

Satsuki-kun turns into particles of light and flies into Shinomiya-san.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Now, Nanami-san. Now is the time for you to take my sheet music into your hands���

Haruka Nanami: Understood.

Cecil-san and I overlap our hands and place them over Shinomiya-san’s chest.

Cecil Aijima: Muse, give us your blessings…

Haruka Nanami: The melody of the wandering goddess.

Cecil Aijima: Show us your true form!

Sound overflows… and musical notations of light pour out of Shinomiya-san’s body.

Then the notations transform into sheet music that lowers itself into my hand.

Haruka Nanami: This seems like… viola sheet music.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes. That is my… the sheet music of the goddess who resided in my heart.

And thus, we obtained the fifth music sheet, and Natsuki Shinomiya, the genius viola performer, began playing for us.

Cecil Aijima: One more music sheet left. Once we obtain one more music sheet, we will have every single one. I must prepare myself…

I was thinking this entire time… about you and my country… about my duty… I kept weighing all of my options…

It is possible for me to throw away my country and remain at your side. I was chased out once. I was thrown away by my country.

I remember… he was changed into a cat and chased out of his country.

Then I picked him up.

Cecil Aijima: But now, the only person who could support my country is me. No one else can truly seal Satan.

Even though I am aware of that, thinking about how I would not be able to hold you in these arms ever again causes me pain… Thinking that makes me feel as if my heart is about to be torn apart.

I want to go back. I want to stay. These two contradicting feelings.

Those two were also two split hearts, but they became one again. I must also decide what to do in my heart.

Only one more music sheet left to gather until we have them all…

Cecil-san says that and tightly clenches his hand into a fist.

I will be happy if he stays, but… what will happen if Satan is revived again?

I think that at that moment, Cecil-san will be able to go back to his country without regrets if I give up on him.

But…

My heart wavers just like his.

Mini Game

Ryuya Hyuga:Alright, we’re about to begin! How’re you doing, have you gotten used to the one-on-one lessons yet?

Haruka Nanami: Yes.

There are many things on my mind, but I have to focus on the lesson at hand...

Ryuya Hyuga:Anyway, this’ll be the last time you practice with the exam song. Seems like you understand the song much better now after performing it.

The arrangement is much more complete now. Keep that focus when you write your own songs.

This is a test that uses the entire exam song piece. Use the sense you have polished this entire time, keep calm, and play.

Heh. Are you ready? 3, 2, 1, start!

S Rank

Cecil Aijima: Your feelings save even my heart that is split into two. Your music heals my exhaustion caused by love. Please play more, more and more…

Cecil pleads with me so I continue to play late into the night.

I’m so happy experiencing music together like this…

Chapter End

#cecil repeat #cecil aijima #utapri

[dirtywresling102]

Truth Spell - Aleister Black (18+)

Aleister Black x  Melanie

Commission For: @thepalaceofmelaniethepalaceofmelanie

Summary: Accidentally hitting Aleister with a truth spell and not the enemy.

Word Count: 1,829

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI! NSFW, BDSM, Smut, Witches, A!U, Truth Spell, Magic, Somewhat of praising Satan. 

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My feet ached as I kept running, trying to keep up with my boyfriend as we were chasing the male that tried to give me a love potion, which would make me forget all about Aleister and madly in love with our enemy. 

“He’s heading towards the woods!” I shouted behind Aleister, watching the witch rush towards the tree line.

“Stay here, I’m going after him.” I was impressed by how Aleister pushed himself harder, watching him sprint into the woods I grew worried that he wouldn’t make it out. I jogged slightly into the tree lines of the woods, stopping in my tracks as I looked around. Darkness surrounded me, dead trees lay around on the wood floor. My heart pounded so fast I could hear it in my ear drums.

“Mother fucker!” A male voice roared out.

“Aleister!” I screamed, running deeper into the woods, following the shout, I heard men grunting. Jumping and hurdling over trees, I followed the sound. I saw two dark figures throwing punches at each other. Moving both my arms in a swiss movement I started to mumble a truth spell in Latin, casting the spell, I extended my arms towards the enemy, hitting the figure I was aiming for. I wanted answers from the male that’s been stalking me and I wanted them now. This person has been making my life a living hell.

“Ah- God damn it!” Hearing Aleister howled in pain my heart dropped and I broke out in a cold sweat, rushing over towards Aleister that dropped to his knees. 

The foe quickly made a run for it, leaves and twigs breaking underneath his feet as he made his escape. “You’ll be mine, Melanie!” The male shouted out, his voice echoing throughout the woods. I dropped to my knees, scooping Aleister in my arms.

“Come on baby, get up.” I begged, a soft groan escaped his lips. I grabbed his arm and tossed it over my shoulder, slowly helping him on his two feet. Luckily Aleister  wasn’t unconscious and could help himself up. “That’s it baby.” I praised as he stood up.

“Did we get him?” Aleister rubbed his eyes, looking around, he frowned to see no one else with us. “God damn it.” He whispered. 

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine, Melanie.” Aleister murmured under his breath. It was obvious that he was upset with me.

“You taught me better, you’re the one who trained me.” I sniffed, looking down. 

Aleister sighed. “Come on, Melanie. Don’t make me look like an ass because it’s not my fault you don’t know how to aim.” He blurted out. I looked up at him and arched my eyebrow. His Adam's apple bobbed after he said that. “I’m- I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”

I gritted my teeth, it wasn’t his fault, I was the one who casted the truth spell. “It’s fine, it’s whatever.” Not telling him what spell I casted.

I pushed his arm off my shoulder, seeing that he was standing on his own now. “Let’s just head home.” I started to walk back to the road that leads into town.

Opening the front door to our house, I turned on a few lights and sat down on the sofa. “Your ass looks amazing in those jeans.” Aleister growled, quickly clearing his throat and looking at me confused. I couldn’t help but to giggle. 

“Thank you, Aleister.” 

“What- What kind of spell did you- I’m sorry I said that to you back there in the woods, I think you look so sexy casting spells and making potions.” He choked out, his face became bright red. 

“It was a truth spell.” I smirked at him as I slouched comfortably in the soft cushions of the couch.

Aleister’s eyes widened, his cheeks became even brighter. “Why- Why would you do that spell?” 

I couldn’t help but to shrug. “I wanted to know why that man is out to get us.” I sighed, flicking my wrist towards the fireplace, a big flame erupted, burning the wood inside. “I wanted answers.”

“That’s Adam Cole.” He quickly slapped his hand over his mouth, trying to stop talking. I looked up at him, arching my eyebrow. 

“Who’s Adam Cole?” I asked.

“We were in a Coven together, a few decades ago-” 

“Unholy Satan, how old are you?” I arched my eyebrow at him, the topic of his age never really came up, I just assumed he was the age he looked.

“Almost eighty-nine.” 

“Eighty-nine!?” I shouted. 

“I uh, used a unaging potion, I look good don’t I?” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, his hand grazing over his trimmed beard. He frowned at my shocked expression. “Don’t get angry, I don’t hear you complaining in the bedroom.” He argued back, his eyebrows now furrowed.

I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Okay, okay, you’re right. But you couldn’t have told me the truth?” I pouted.

He groaned. “Don’t pout, you make me want to stick my cock in your mouth, I’ll give you something to pout about.” 

My core tightened up, squeezing my thighs together I shook my head. “Enough, what about this Adam Cole and this Coven you used to be in?” I didn’t want to get off topic now.

Aleister cleared his throat, carding his fingers through his dark hair, knowing he can’t stop talking. “We uh, we were best friends in this Coven, we were the best witches, he had a crazy idea to take over the Coven.” He frowned. “Obviously it didn’t work, I begged to stay but they insisted on kicking us both out. I moved on, Adam wanted to build a new Coven, something bigger, with the most powerfulest witches. I didn’t want to do it, so I told him no. Being the way he is he obviously got mad. So, here we are.” He huffed. “Having him chasing our tails, trying to make you leave me for him. He’s trying to ruin my life.” He rolled his eyes. “He just can’t be happy.” He grumbled, sitting down next to me.

We both sat there in silence for a while, the fire crackled and popped. “Thank you for teaching me the way of being a witch. I was lost without my Coven.” 

“It’s no problem baby. I only did it so you could be mine.” He gushed. 

“Oh thanks.” I teased, leaning over and kissing his cheek. 

“Plus, you gave me those puppy dog eyes.” He moaned. “How was I supposed to say no?” 

I looked away, rolling my eyes. Perking up, I looked at him with a sinful smirk. “Tell me about your sexual fantasies.” 

Aleister swallowed thickly. “Well, I’ve thought about making a horny potion, basically it’s you being a horny mess for forty-eight hours and I’d fuck you for two days straight. I’ve thought about tying you up and just having my way with you.” His eyes became darker. “Marking you every time we fuck so other males know that you’re taken.” A low growl escaped from his throat. “Especially Adam, but that fucker isn’t getting the hint.” Aleister blew out a breath of furstration.

My panties became even wetter, throwing my leg over Aleister’s lap, I straddled him.  “Then let’s do it.” I took off my shirt, placing it on the floor. “I want you to tie me up.” Grabbing the hem of his shirt I tugged the fabric over his head and tossed it onto the floor with my shirt. 

“I- I can’t, Melanie.” Aleister held his hands up, not touching me. “I won’t.” His eyes looked anywhere else but my breasts.

“I want you to.” I pouted, reaching around and unclasping my bra. The silky fabric slowly slid off of my chest. The cool air danced around my nipples, making them into small hard nubs. 

His eyes lingered down to my chest. “Uh, eh, uh.” His hands cupped both of my perky breasts, squeezing them slightly. “I’d love to have my way with you.” He growled. Snapping his fingers, making us both completely naked. “Arms behind your back.” He demanded. 

Doing as he said, I folded my arms behind my back, feeling tight rope binding my wrists, tugging slightly to see how snug it was. “You okay princess?” He asked, watching me tug at the restraints. 

Nodding, I wiggled my hips against his throbbing cock. “Dirty girl, such a whore. Get me so hard seeing you like this, such a good girl.” Aleister grabbed his hard cock, pumping it a few times. I watched as pre-cum oozed out of his tip. Licking my lips at the sight he let out a chuckle. “Next time you can have a taste, but right now I want to fuck you.” His voice grew deeper with each pump.

Aleister roughly grabbed my waist, digging his nails into my flesh. He lifted me up and scooted me closer to his cock. Pushing me down, he glided his cock head past my wet folds. 

“Hmm, fuck.” I moaned out in pleasure, slowly going down on his cock, Aleister had other plans. He gripped my waist and slammed me down, making all nine inches go deep into me at a fast pace. I cried out in pain mixed with pleasure. I tugged at the ropes that were digging into my skin, biting at my wrists. “Motherfuck-”

Aleister slapped my ass roughly. “What’d you call me?” He growled. 

“N- Nothing, nothing.” I whined, tossing my head back as my walls got use to his size.

Aleister chuckled, placing his folded arms behind his head. “With that little stunt, I think you should ride my cock.” 

“Aleister, please-” 

“Ride.” He demanded, not having any of it.

Letting out a small whine in defeat I slowly raised my hips and slammed back down on his cock. His cock covered in my juices everytime I insert him. It was slightly hard as I balanced myself on his cock while my arms were behind me.

“That’s it baby, just like that.” He grumbled, his eyes fluttering shut at the tightness wrapped around his cock. “Fuck, Melanie. Faster.”

Rocking my hips, I started to ride him faster, slamming down on his lap, his cock buried deep inside of me, staying there for a second I wiggled my hips slightly, feeling his pulsing length twitch against my g-spot. “O- Oh fuck, right there, Aleister!” Trying to break out of the ropes to grab his shoulders and actually ride him at a faster pace, I couldn’t help but to cry out loud in anger. “Get these fucking ropes off of me!” 

“God damn, Melanie. So fucking good.” He hissed, grabbing at my waist and bucked his hips up into me. “Fuck, feels so good bouncing up and down my dick.” Leaning forwards he placed his mouth around my nipple, licking and suckling, leaving small hickies. “Little girls are told what to do, they don’t tell daddy what to do.” Aleister mumbled around my nipple, biting down harshly.

“I’m going to come!” I squealed out.

“Then keep bouncing baby, gotta work for it.” Aleister’s grip tightened on my waist, helping me bounce on his cock. “Come for me, Melanie.” 

My body shook as I bounced on his cock, my juices dripped down his pulsing cock. “G- gah fuck!” Aleister snarled out, his balls clenching up, his come gushing up into my cunt, painting my pink walls white. A few more thrusts on his cock, I stopped my movements, panting heavily. 

“Unholy fuck, that felt so good.” I hummed, swaying my hips side to side, having his cock go deeper into my pussy, pushing our mixed juices together further inside of me.

Aleister groaned loudly, slowly sliding out of my drenched pussy. He snapped his fingers, making the ropes go away. Looking at my wrists to see rope burn, I rubbed them. “They’ll go away tomorrow, baby.” Aleister huffed out, trying to catch his breath. 

Humming softly, I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart thumping. “What are we going to do about Adam?” 

“You leave that to me.”

Placing my hand on the middle of his chest, I lifted myself up, looking at him. “You’re not going to kill him, are you?” I was a bit concerned. 

Aleister couldn’t help but to laugh. “No, he’s been my friend for a long time. I’m just going to talk to him.” He wrapped his arms around my waist.

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[winters-hysteria]

7 songs to describe you!

put 7 songs, your reasons, and tag 4 mutuals when you reblog this and use the tag #7 songs to describe you

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1.

Playdate

Melanie Martinez

Was with my at the time partner and caught them talking shit behind my back

First time i ever realised you could date someone without loving them, even if you loved them. That broke me pretty badly but it’s also helped in the fact that i now have trust issues and i can’t trust my partner to not actually hate me so now if i go out with someone i’m kinda clingy and also always nervous because i don’t want them to leave, or i completely cold shoulder them until they give me a hug or something and i just act like i don't care when internally i’m screaming

2.

Alien Blues

Vundabar

Body image issues

Still have them will always have them and they hurt. There’s one line in the song that goes “I only talk to dogs because they don’t understand” and there’s another line in the song that goes “My teeth are yellow, hello world would you like me a little better if they were white like yours” and honestly same dude

3.

Heather

Conan Gray

Someone i really liked (and who for some time liked me back or pretended to) started going out with someone else

That was an actual heartbreak, not the little sad episode i went through whenever someone i was dating/messing with decided to leave. I also started taking initiative and chances when it came to dating, i started taking my chances and if the relationship was unhealthy i left it.

4.

Juliet

Cavetown

My identity crisis 

I think that kinda sums it up, I knew I wasn't a girl but I didn't know what I was, and I also didn’t want to let go of Chase because I was too scared of what would happen if I did. Eventually i let go of her and embraced what I am now, but sometimes I do miss her and wish I had her guidance and her calm mindset but stormy  eyes and scary disposition, but now I'm just forever the  scary, quiet calm before the storm until someone really does something to stir up the storm and i guess that’s okay but also i’m scared of what i could possibly do, because i started t about a year ago (i’m on/off it so it doesn’t affect me much more than my voice a bit and stops my chest from growing) and i got a lot stronger :/

Look Who’s Inside Again

5.

Bo Burnham

Mental lows

If you find the longer version where he goes “Oh shit. You’re really joking at a time like this?” the voice right after sounds like my brain mocking me for having mental lows and not being able to contain/ help myself without therapy

6.

My Name Is Human

Highly Suspect

My fkn god complex

yes i have a god complex and this song just generally fuels it, in the chorus there’s a line that says “Get up off your knees, girl/boy (they’re interchangeable depending which part of the song) stand face to face with your god, and find out what you are (hello my name is human)” and then “HELLO my name is human, and i came down from the stars” and that makes me feel so powerful it’s stupid

But also it’s not like. everyday. cause it’s either god complex or gender dysphoria what we feelin

7.

Teenage Dirtbag

Wheatus

my "idgaf nobody'll notice me" attitude

i think we all know this song but honestly i can really relate to liking someone and not thinking they notice you because you are a little rat in the corner and then they actually like approach you and you're like "wtf?? this no happen" and you either fuckituproyally or you actually take your shot and it works

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[theromanceofaffliction]

philipp plein at milan fashion week, spring 2019

#melanie do u think this could be us. i think so :) #philipp plein #fashion #aesthetic #runway #leather #silver #jewelry #belt #belts #goth #punk #glam #no life til leather #clean #spit.post #melanie <3 #scorpio