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keeping up appearances | pjm

summary: When you move back to New York, you must keep up appearances when you see your ex-boyfriend.

✨ title: keeping up appearances | ✨ pairing: jimin x f!reader ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni | ✨ word count: 7.5k ✨ genre/au: angst, light smut(?) | exes to ??, new year's eve ✨ warnings: language, alcohol consumption, reader gets tipsy, masturbation (f) but she doesn’t come, a memory of jimin (touching, kissing, marking, fingering, breast/nipple play), brief mention of fuck buddy!namjoon, did i mention angst?? ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: i've always wanted to write a fic based on NIKI's 'La La Lost You', so it's finally here. i hope you all enjoy it. thank you to @purplewhalewrites and @amethystwritesbts for being my betas. and a huge shoutout to @monimonimoon/@moni-logues for the brainstorming sesh and co-writing a part of this! also check out, 'the comeback' 👀 from them.

The blue circle around the date of December 21st began taunting you the more you stared at it. You finally made the hard decision of leaving Los Angeles after two years. Like every naïve person who moves to Hollywood, you placed all of your hopes and dreams into a job. However, that job turned out to be exactly like your previous one.

On the first day of the new job, you excitedly brought your new laptop gifted by your parents. You were ready to start brainstorming and pitching ideas for potential storylines and arcs. Then a staff writer asked why you were sitting in their seat. That's when you realized you were an intern, made to bring coffee and make copies for the writers.

"Keep working hard, and you'll move up, we promise," said one of the head writers on the show.

But empty promises weren't going to get you where you wanted. Two years later, you had only moved up to become a writing assistant and, at times, were still asked to bring coffee and grab lunch.

Haley, your housemate, quietly knocked on your door, leaning against the threshold. "Are you excited to be going back home?" She tried her best to hold it together because she had grown fond of you.

You didn't answer right away because you weren't. Having to go home as a complete and utter failure was the last thing you wanted. You were supposed to be a big shot - the girl who chased after their dreams and made them come true. You even left the man you loved to pursue your career. But you would have to chuck up the courage and face reality. Life in LA wasn't working out for you.

"I guess," you shrugged, folding your shirt before tossing it in your suitcase.

"Aren't you excited to see Jimin?" Haley asked. She was a West Coast girl who dreamed of the Big Apple and was always nosy about your previous life, especially when she saw the photo of Jimin hidden in your sock drawer.

Park Jimin. You thought about him too many times to count, wondered how he was doing, if he had moved on and found a new girlfriend. You didn't expect him to stay hung up on you, and the breakup had left you in shambles.

When you first arrived in California, you couldn't sleep and didn't have an appetite. You had no friends and had to figure everything out alone without help. Coming to LA was a fucking shit show. Sometimes you just wanted to pack your bags and go home, maybe grovel and beg for Jimin's forgiveness. But you made such a big fuss about this being a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you couldn't pass up, only to find out you gave up being with Jimin for nothing.

"I don't think he'd want to see me. I already fucked up his life once."

Honestly, would anyone be excited to see an ex again? You guessed you'd try one-upping each other to see who was doing better.

A buzz from your phone disrupted your thought. You picked up to see it was your friend, Taehyung.

Taetae 2:41 PM

You're coming to my New Year's Party, right?

A party was the last thing on your mind. You hadn't told anyone you were moving back. The only people who knew of your move were your family and Taehyung, and you didn't want to announce your letdown.

You 2:45 PM

Do I have to?

Taetae 2:46 PM

Yes! You've never missed my parties, minus the years you were gone.

"Who's that?" Haley asked, peering from far away.

You sighed, plopping on the bed and staring at Taehyung's text. "An old friend is asking me to go to a party when I get back." You lay there trying to think of an excuse to bail, but you knew you'd never hear the end of it from him.

Taetae 2:50 PM

Guess I gotta tell everyone you're moving back.

You 2:51 PM

Goddamnit, Kim Taehyung! When I see you, I will hug you and then strangle you!

Taetae 2:52 PM

Be on time. Can't wait to see you.

You groaned, throwing your phone off to the side.

"Guess you're going to the party?" Haley inquired.

"Can I just crawl into a hole and never come out?" you asked before grabbing your pillow and screaming into it. You'd rather be doing anything than face all of your old friends, and you just knew Jimin would be there too.

When you arrived in New York, hanging out with your family kept your mind off the upcoming New Year's Eve Party. Your parents were glad to have you back home and even teased you about paying rent since you were staying in your old room, but all you did was roll your eyes at their suggestion.

Of course, your days back in New York wouldn’t be complete without Taehyung constantly bombarding you, making sure you were coming to his grand ol’ party. On Christmas Eve, you received a call from him and you picked up but all you heard on the other line were high pitched whimpers and deep groans.

“Shit–Can’t believe I’m fucking Chelsea in Chelsea.”

You gasped, mouth agape at what you were hearing. “Kim Taehyung, why the fuck are you calling me when you’re fucking?!” you yelled into your phone before hitting the end button.

Ten minutes later, you receive a text.

Taetae 10:27 PM

Sorry about earlier. Dunno how that happened. Butt dial or something…

You slightly threw up in your mouth thinking about Taehyung’s naked ass touching his phone.

You 10:30 PM

🙄 Finished that quickly? Couldn’t keep your Chelsea in Chelsea happy huh?

Taetae 10:31 PM

I’ll have you know that we were going at it for two hours already.

You 10:33 PM

🤮 Please keep those details to yourself. I don’t wanna hear about your sex life.

Taetae 10:35 PM

You still coming to my party right?

You 10:37 PM

Not after you butt dialed me while you’re having sex. You’re disgusting.

Taetae 10:38 PM

Guess I’ll just tell Jimin you moved back.

You huffed, turning to your side, furiously texting back.

You 10:40 PM

How long are you going to hold that over me?

Taetae 10:41 PM

Until you come clean 😄 See you on New Years!

Christmas had gone by, and it was filled with family and lots and lots of food. Your mother insisted on stuffing your belly to the brim. She reasoned that you probably didn't have a proper home-cooked meal when you lived in LA – which was accurate.

"Have you seen Jimin yet?" your mother asked while unhooking the ornament from the Christmas tree, hardly paying attention to the expression on your face.

You shook your head, not wanting to go into further detail.

"I'm sure he'll be glad to see you," she said sweetly. She knew how much the two of you loved each other, and even she was heartbroken when she heard about the breakup.

This conversation was reminiscent of the one with Haley before you left. No, you didn't think Jimin would be glad to see you, and you weren't keen on seeing him either. Taehyung mentioned in a text that he was seeing someone and figured you should have a heads-up to prepare if he brought her to the party. So, if you were to see Jimin at the party, you'd most likely see his girlfriend too, which made your heart sink a little because that would mean that he was doing well in love and probably in life.

Throughout your time on the West Coast, you often thought about Jimin, wondered how he was doing, and if he was achieving his dreams. You even tried searching for his username on all socials. But, you figured he blocked you because there were no traces of him on the internet save for the photos here and there that Taehyung would post. That's how you knew how much you hurt him.

"I always liked Jimin," your mother continued, but you didn't respond again. "If I thought you would marry anyone, it'd be him."

You groaned at her comment. "Mom, can you stop, please?"

Everything was about Jimin. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. You wished you could erase the name from all traces of your life, but it was nearly impossible. Being back in New York meant you were bound to step back into some old habits and routines, revisit old friends, and hell, you even toy with the idea of rekindling things with Jimin, but you sure weren't going to be a homewrecker.

"I'm sorry. I know it's a sore subject for you, but it's been two years since you last saw him. It's possible that he's forgiven you. And who wouldn't forgive this pretty face?" Your mother put down the last ornament and cupped your cheeks, the pads of her thumb gently caressing them.

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh. "No, mom, I'm sorry. I just--I feel so stupid, you know? I gave up my whole life, gave up Jimin for a pipe dream...and it turned out to be nothing like I had hoped for."

Your eyes were now glistening, tears threatening to fall. The small, shaky intakes of breaths building in your lungs finally found their release in a long extended puff.

"I should've stayed. If I stayed, things might have worked out differently for Jimin and me and my career." Tears began streaming down your face, and the things you wanted to say became hitched in your throat.

Your mother pulled you in for a hug, quietly shushing you and caressing your hair. "We don't know what would've happened if you stayed. But I just know that if you didn't go, you'd regret not finding out." She pulled away, hands still cupping both sides of your face, gazing into your teary eyes. "And as for Jimin, he'll come around. They always do," she grinned.

You hoped she was right, but you also weren't counting on it. You hadn't even forgiven yourself for leaving him.

Before you left, you had hauled everything from Jimin's place and stuffed it into your old room. You glared at the boxes piled up in the corner because you knew what lay in them: memories. Memories of you and Jimin. Memories that you didn't have the heart to toss–not yet. There was an urge to look through the boxes but you resisted.

As you lay in bed staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, you thought about what your mother said, 'He'll come around. They always do'. Except Jimin had clearly moved on, finding someone else to replace you. It's not like you expected him to stay single forever. Jimin's a catch; anyone would be lucky to have him by their side.

Your room was imprinted with memories of you and him - bits and pieces scattered throughout your walls, the floor, and the bed. Your mind fluttered to a distant memory of him slowly backing you up against your door.

His plush lips kissed you along your jawline, lightly marking your neck. His hand down your panties, slipping between your folds, telling you to stay quiet; otherwise, your parents would catch their precious daughter red-handed being finger fucked by her boyfriend. It was the second time he was having dinner with you and your parents, and he desperately wanted to see where you had lived out all of your teenage angst. He thought your room was pretty, but you writhing underneath while he pushed two fingers inside your cunt was the best view he could ever have.

You found yourself massaging your breast while the other slid past the waistline of your lace panties toward your sensitive bud, rubbing your clit in circles.

Jimin's fingers were pumping in and out of you, eliciting small moans and whimpers. He pulled down the top of your dress and bra, freeing your breast. He squeezed it before enclosing his mouth on your nipple, then alternated between sucking and flicking his tongue against your pebbled flesh.

Your fingers started overworking your clit, continuously rubbing quicker, your heart raced a million miles per second, your breath hitched in your throat, and your body helplessly squirmed underneath the covers.

"Fuck--" you whimpered against Jimin's mouth as he swallowed your moan, trying to keep you from outing yourself to your parents. Jimin pulled away, smiling at how fucked out you looked already. "'m gonna cum," you mumbled, words barely coherent.

Your half-lidded eyes peered at the angelic man before you, being anything but angelic - more of a devil if you should say so yourself. He grinned at how needy and desperate you were for his fingers. Normally, Jimin would be praising you, telling you how much of a good girl you were, but this time he was quiet, allowing himself to drink all of you in. Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, head lulled back, slightly thudding against the door. The building pleasure was deep in your belly, begging to find its release as Jimin decided to add a third finger into your dripping cunt. And that's when the coiling tension finally--

A blaring siren from outside broke your line of concentration. You groaned in frustration right as you were on the cusp of coming. The moment was over because you probably shouldn't be thinking about Jimin anyway. But no one else was worthy enough to even think about. The few guys you slept with didn't come close to what you and Jimin had, and he ruined other men for you. But coming back to New York meant you would have traces of Park Jimin everywhere.

D-day had finally arrived. Your room looked like a tornado had ripped through your entire closet, because clothes were everywhere. You needed the perfect outfit for an LA gal coming back to 'visit.' You weren't sure how long you'd keep moving back to New York a secret, but you'd try for as long as possible.

As you stepped into the lobby of Taehyung's building, you checked your makeup and tugged down your sparkly sequin skirt. You figured nothing said 'glam' more than a sparkly skirt. You fixed a stray hair that was out of place before finally striding towards the elevator.

Your nerves hit you like a ton of bricks once you stood outside Taehyung's door. Your hands were so sweaty it was hard to get a good grip on the handle. You wiped your palm against your fuzzy white sweater, hoping it would help.

Music was already blaring, chattering, and laughter echoed throughout the apartment. You looked around, expecting to see some familiar faces, and were met with none other than your good friend, Kim Taehyung.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Taehyung smirked, pulling you in for a hug.

"Hi, Taetae," you muttered reluctantly, withdrawing from his embrace. "Looks like you're doing well with your modeling career." You stepped away to observe the industrial loft decorated with quirky artwork and figurines. At least someone was doing well for themselves, you thought.

"It's so good to have you back," he enunciated a bit too loud for your liking, making you slap his arm.

"Jeez, Tae, tell the whole fucking world," you spat at him. You weren't ready for anyone to know you were back. You cleared your throat before pulling Taehyung aside, away from wandering eyes and listening ears. You already caught a few glances and smiles when you entered the apartment. "If you happen to hear that I'm just visiting and am working on a movie with a big named director, can you go along with it?"

Taehyung stared blankly at your request. "You're kidding me, right? I'm not helping you with anything." He tore away from your grip, heading in the other direction.

You followed closely, stepping in front of him. "Please, Tae, just for tonight, and then half of these people will probably never see me again," you pleaded desperately.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine--but only if you take a shot with me," he raised his eyebrow, hoping you'd take the bait.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You're lucky 'cause I don't want to remember tonight," you said, knocking back the glass he handed you, grimacing as the liquid coated your throat. "Round two?"

After downing three tequila shots, you were ready to spill all your secrets to the next person who asked how you were doing. Drinking was never your strong suit, but it was the only thing on your itinerary tonight.

With another drink in your hand, you scanned the room, anticipating the one person you were trying to avoid. As you took a sip of your mixed drink, you looked up towards the door, and it was like the heavens opened up, and in walked your gorgeous, ethereal ex-boyfriend, Park Jimin. To your surprise, no one was attached to his hip, and a wave of relief flushed over you because God knows you were not ready to meet a girlfriend.

The butterflies in your stomach are begging to escape - indicating how anxious you were to see him. It almost felt like time had stopped just so the two of you could gaze at each other. You couldn't help but give Jimin the once-over. He looked as angelic as ever when he effortlessly waltzed over to you, beaming with the biggest smile you've seen on him. It was like no one else existed at this moment except for you and him.

When Jimin approached, the jitters within increased. He opened his arms up for a hug, your name leaving his lips, and honestly, you were surprised at how excited he seemed to see you. You were expecting the cold shoulder, the brush-off with how everything went down the two of you. There had been no contact since you'd left, so you wondered if Jimin being warm and friendly was just a ruse, and deep down inside, he actually despised your presence. What gave you the right to return to New York after all this time?

"Long time no see!" he said, wrapping his arms around you. "How have you been?"

Your eyes widened, arms tucked tightly underneath his with no way to hug him back, but again, his affection really threw you in for a loop. He couldn't see your awkward smile as he held you. When he finally let go, you were able to answer.

"Yeah, great! Good. I'm good." You loved that right off the bat; you were already lying to Jimin. You were hoping you had learned some acting skills from the actors you'd watch from time to time.

"How's LA treating you?"

Well, this was the big question of the night from everyone, wasn't it? Now was your chance to tell the truth, or tell a lie. Which one will it be?

You scanned his face, eyes seeking attention. Maybe he wanted someone else to chime in and break up the most awkward conversation the two of you ever held.

"Uh, yeah, it's great. Everything's going, uh, pretty well."

Lie it is, then. You could've told him the truth, but then Jimin might have felt victorious because life didn't go the way you wanted. He would have had the upper hand in this non-existent competition you had fabricated in your mind. You left him. And for what? Another dead-end intern job marketed as your dream job? God, you were a fucking idiot - still were sometimes. Maybe that's how you ended up living with your parents back home.

"But how are you?" you asked out of politeness. It was only courteous since he asked first. "How's New York?"

A part of you desired he would say what you didn't dare to say - the truth. Honestly, you anticipated he was doing a million times better than you. Jimin had everything going for him before you left. At least, that's what it looked like from your perspective. You hoped all his dreams could come true even if yours didn't. One of you deserved to be happy, and you'd rather it be him.

"New York is great, actually. I got accepted into the corps with ABT."

It was as you expected - Jimin was doing very well. The American Ballet Theatre? You were in shock, mouth agape for a few moments before you realized it had been too long before you said anything. Your mouth curved into a smile before you were finally able to speak. "Oh my god, Jimin, that's amazing," you said, opening up your arms this time to embrace him. This hug wasn't like the one before when he first saw you, and it was less touching - more refined and more civilized.

When you pulled away, all Jimin could do was smile. Maybe he was trying to be friendly and humble since you didn't elaborate on how 'well' you were doing in LA. You didn't want to go into detail about your life for fear of slipping through a lie.

"Anyway, I'm going to go get a drink, see if I can find Tae."

Whew. You thought you would have to be the one to come up with an excuse but thank God Jimin only just got here and needed a drink. You showed him yours and nodded as he turned away. A sigh of relief washed over you as you watched your ex-boyfriend walk away.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, making Jimin stop to turn back to look at you. "I'm really happy for you."

Jimin - One.

You - Zero.

Like you had hoped, at least one of you was doing well.

Your goal was to get hammered and avoid Jimin for the rest of the night. Maybe you could find a room to slip into or pretend to fall asleep in the corner. Anything was better than smiling until your cheeks hurt and mingling with people you didn't want to see.

"No fucking way. Is that who I think it is? My big Hollywood girl!" You turned to see an old friend, Quinn, nicknamed Quinnie by your friend group. She ran over, tightly embracing you. "How are you, babe?"

"Good...good," you tried to take a breath and gasped when she finally let go. Quinnie was a big personality, and you knew you'd need more than the half-empty drink in your hand to finish a conversation with her. You cleared your throat, beaming a fake smile at her. "How are you, Quinnie?"

"Oh, it's the same 'ole, same ' old with me! Let's talk about you," she said, dragging you down the hallway. It was quieter than the commotion in the living room and kitchen. "So come on, spill the tea! What big stars have you seen? Slept with?" she wiggled her brows, making you roll your eyes.

You hardly had time to sleep around, given the nature of the entertainment industry. Sure, you were invited to parties, but everyone always had a front or wanted something from you. It was hard to trust anyone. You may have had your fuck buddy, Namjoon, a music producer, but he was nothing more than that - someone to sleep with and release the stress of your job.

"Quinnie…you know I don't kiss and tell," you said with a sly smile, taking a sip of your almost empty cup.

"Okay fine. If there's no big-name star you slept with, what are you working on now? You can't have gone to LA for two years and not have something big lined up! Spill!" Quinn said with wide eyes, waiting for your answer.

You looked around, making sure no one could overhear because you didn't know how many lies and people you'd have to keep up with. The two of you were near the bathroom door but figured whoever was there probably couldn't hear anything due to the music. You leaned in, gesturing for her to come in closer.

"I'm so excited. Look, I'm really not supposed to actually tell anyone this, but this thing I'm working on now... It's with Lin-Manuel Miranda."

He was the one playwright and filmmaker you'd dreamt of working with, and with his new musical in the works, he was the first person that popped into your head. With how your life was going, you knew it was only a pipe dream.

"Shut up! SHUT UP!" Quinn squealed, trying to keep her cool when someone passed by. The two of you glared at the person before Quinn turned back to you. "You're fucking kidding me! Can you get me on set or meet him? Please, please, please!"

You felt like shit after letting the lie roll off your tongue. It was too easy. Why was it so easy to do that? Who had you become after moving to California? Another person who put up a front like all those trying to make it in the entertainment industry? New Yorkers were supposed to be tough and tell you like it’s supposed to be, not be shallow and fake like every orange spray-tanned person in Hollywood.

Maybe a breath of fresh air would do you some good. The crowd had begun to grow, and the room became stuffy.

The freezing night was one thing you didn't miss about New York, but Taehyung’s view significantly made up for it–well, some of it. You leaned your arms against the guard rail, gripping your cup, watching cars pass by, couples and friends racing against the clock to head to their destination. You didn’t like drinking because your thoughts somehow became clearer, the voice growing louder, almost mocking you for your decisions. Being here with old friends and seeing Jimin brought back too much heartache.

Taehyung's model friends interrupted your train of thought, and you left once they lit a cigarette to share. You didn't want to come home smelling like smoke.

The small breath of fresh air got your mind off Jimin and your lies for a split second, but as soon as you stepped back into the crowded room, your eyes found Jimin. But this time, he was talking to someone. A woman. They were laughing, and he was leaning in to whisper something to her. Your stomach began forming a knot because that had to be Jimin's girlfriend, right? You knew you wouldn't be able to avoid it.

You quickly averted your eyes from the two, not wanting to pay attention more than you already had. Suppose it was time for another drink.

Turning your wrist over and checking your watch, there was an hour left until midnight. Then you’d be free to leave and never see anyone again. Taehyung nudged you from behind as you poured yourself a glass of wine, and you needed a small break from all the hard liquor.

“Hey, sweet cheeks…How’s it going? You doing okay?” Taehyung asked, holding out a glass so you could pour him one.

You rolled your eyes at the pet name. “I’m peachy,” you said, holding the peach-flavored white wine.

“Did you see Jimin already?”

Yes, you saw him. And yes, he was doing ten times better than you were. And no, you didn’t want to hear more from Taehyung about anything related to Park Jimin. “Yep,” you replied curtly, “…and I don’t want you rubbing his success in my face.”

Taehyung snorted, spitting out his wine. “You guys are both losers,” he said, shaking his head.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and you weren’t sure if he was referring to this party in general or now. “Shut up, Tae,” you quipped, taking another sip of the disgusting wine.

“You shut up–you’re both losers because you’re both yapping away and telling lies to everyone in the room,” Taehyung glared at you, cocking his eyebrow.

Did he just say that Jimin was lying too? “What?” you uttered, setting down your glass, replaying your and Jimin’s conversation. You weren’t crazy, right? Jimin said he was in the ABT.

“He’s not with ABT. He’s lying to you,” Taehyung said, “I love you both, but please, for the love of god, get your shit together.” Maybe all the liquor was also getting to him, and his drunken words spoke sober thoughts.

You were stunned at the revelation. After all this time, Jimin’s dream didn’t happen either.

The rest of the night was rinse and repeat of the same conversations. How are you? What are you up to? What are you working on? Yada-yada-yada. Oh god, you were tempted just to grab a bottle of liquor and drown yourself in it. You didn't know how much longer you could hold out. You might have to sober up and call it a night.

After another restless exchange of lies rolling off your tongue, you needed a quiet place away from everything and everyone. You wandered down the hallway to a door already opened, peering in to see that it was empty, guessing it was Taehyung's room, given that a large photo of him was framed above a dresser. You chuckled, shaking your head as you sat down on the bed.

Briefly, you peered around the room before fiddling and staring at your cup. A sudden click of the door grabbed your attention then you scoffed when you realized you weren’t alone–the one, the only, Park Jimin, showed up. You lifted your cup to take one last sip, but you had already finished yet another drink - losing count after the first one. “Miss me that much, huh?” You probably weren’t the nicest person to be around when you drank. Maybe your attitude would be different if life had gone how you wanted it to.

“Just trying to make sure you don’t die of alcohol poisoning. Haven’t you had enough?”

You cocked your eyebrow, tilting your head, “Don’t you have a girlfriend to worry about?” you asked with spite, most likely due to the alcohol running through your veins. You may have pre-gamed before getting to the party just to loosen up your nerves.

“She’s not here,” he replied simply.

You gawked at him, eyes raking him over from head to toe before looking away to stare at anything but the man you once loved. “So, why are you here, then?”

The two of you weren’t together anymore. Jimin didn’t need to worry about you. Big girls don’t fucking cry and whine in front of their exes, and they surely don’t need to be rescued. You’d lost the privilege of Jimin giving two shits about you when you left him two years ago.

"I should be asking you that. I live here. You haven’t been back for two years."

“Well, I’ve been busy in LA. That’s why I haven’t been back.” Which was true - but mostly running errands for coffee and lunch instead of writing as you wanted. You didn’t want to think about what Jimin would have to say about you leaving him for basically nothing.

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

Jimin raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. What the fuck was his problem right now?

“Do you have something you need to get off your chest? I still don’t understand why you’re in this room with me. I’m sure you’d be having more fun out there at the party than in here.”

You weren’t exactly the life of the party right now. You wanted to be left alone, to wallow in self-pity at the shitty decisions you’ve made. You returned to New York with nothing to show–no job and certainly no boyfriend.

“Yeah, I probably would. But then I’ll be the one stuck with all the guilt when you pass out and choke to death on your own sick. You never did know when to stop.”

You scoffed. “Like you fucking care anyway. Two years and this is the first time I hear from you.”

“We agreed we wouldn’t keep in contact, remember? Too hard. Besides which, I found out you were going to be here from Tae. Could’ve told me yourself.”

“How could I have told you when you blocked me from every social media platform?”

Jimin shrugged. “What did you expect me to do? ‘Like’ every photo of you living your best life without me?”

You were kind of glad Jimin blocked you from all social media because then he’d be liking complete lies about your life. “Well, I’m not dying, so can you just leave me alone? I don’t want to be around anyone.”

“It’s New Year’s Eve, y/n. You’re back here–with everyone–for the first time in two years, and you suddenly don’t want to be around any of us? Too good for us now, are you? Too good for New York?”

You looked away from Jimin, biting down on your lip. If you continued to look at the expression on his face, you were sure tears would begin to fall. The building of lies upon lies - you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep it up, given that Jimin could always tell when you were lying.

“That’s hardly the case, Jimin.”

“Then what? Why the need to be alone on the biggest party night of the year?”

“Because I’m a fucking loser! A fucking fraud! That’s why I deserve to be alone! I have nothing to celebrate this new year!” The alcohol makes you speak truthfully because what is the point anymore? All of your friends would soon wonder why you were still around, Jimin too.

“What about your big movie?”

“There is no fucking movie! And don’t pretend you don’t already know that! Taehyung told me you’re not in the ABT, so I assume he told you the truth about me, too!” you exclaimed, out of breath. You definitely weren’t expecting this turn of events.

”Yeah, maybe he did, and maybe I did lie; can you really blame me? You coming back here for the first time since you left me, throwing your supposedly fan-fucking-tastic life in my face? And then it turns out it’s all fucking lies, and I come in here to check on you, and you have the fucking gall to treat me like shit? You think I’m going to feel sorry for you? Oh, boo hoo, your little plan didn’t work out? Well neither did mine, and I had to deal with it on my own because someone had fucking left me!”

If only he could see the steam fuming from your ears. “No one’s fucking asking you to feel sorry for me! And fuck you, Jimin. You weren’t the only one who was alone! I literally had no one out there! No one! So don’t you dare say anything to me. We both made the same choice.”

“And it’s clearly worked out fucking brilliantly for both of us!”

“And you’re saying that’s my fault? That’s on me, is it?”

“Yeah! I am saying that. This is on you! You broke this!”

“So what do you want from me then, Jimin? What the fuck do you want me to do about it?”

“I want you to go back two years and not leave! I want you to fucking stay!”

“Well, you got your fucking wish. I am staying! I’m back, and I’m staying now! So you’ve got what you want! Are you happy?!” your voice shaky, the tears building up on the verge of falling.

“No!”

You could tell he was at war with himself. He took a deep breath and put his hands on his head, pulling at his hair. He sighed a shaky breath and slumped on the bed next to you.

“What exactly did Tae tell you?”

You shrugged. “He didn’t say much. He just said you weren’t with ABT and then scolded me.” Sitting here and talking to Jimin felt like nothing had changed, but in reality, the circumstances of your relationship wouldn’t go back to how it used to be.

“I am not with ABT,” he said. “Not even close.”

Jimin sighed before kicking off his shoes, then he pulled down the back of one of his socks, lifting his foot on the bed. You looked down to find an inch-long scar on the outside of his ankle. You gasped, thinking about how painful it must have been for him.

“Y’know that little extra bone I had at my heel? Don’t have that anymore. That training program that I got into, that-” he stopped. “Turns out that training program was too much. All those little twinges turned into something a whole lot bigger, and then the pain got so bad, I couldn’t even...” He flexed his foot forward, pointing his toes. “They were good about it. I got to see some really good doctors, and, I mean, technically, the problem is fixed.” He rotated his ankle around first one way and then the other as if to demonstrate. “But I was in a cast for a week, then in physio for eight weeks, and, even at that point, it was too late. Full recovery took almost six months. I was already too old to have been off my feet so long; that program was kind of my last chance. And I couldn’t finish it.”

You’re not sure what prompted you, but you reached out, your index finger softly tracing the raised mark on his ankle, stomach fluttering at the simplest touch of his skin. The thought of Jimin going through all of this alone made you feel even worse than you already did. You had left him heartbroken while chasing your dream when he was here, chasing his - only to find he wasn’t able to achieve everything he wanted.

You pulled your hand back, tucking it underneath your thigh, and cleared your throat. “I’m sorry. I wish I had known what you were going through.” All the guilt from the breakup and your leaving was beginning to seep back in. “It must have been hard on you,” you mumbled, quickly peering at him.

“It wa-” Jimin paused before clearing his throat. “Yes,” he said quietly. “It was.”

You slumped over, thinking about the last two years without him. Both of you were hurting without the other knowing to an extent. And Jimin…not being able to do what he truly loved pained you more than your stupid little dream of writing. You could do that whenever, wherever you wanted, but Jimin wouldn’t be able to go back in time and try again.

“I’m uh,” you paused to sniffle, “I’m moving back to New York for good. Gonna be with my parents for a bit while I get everything settled and figure out the next steps. LA was a complete bust. The dream job I left for was the same thing I was doing here.” You shifted back on the bed, then stretched your legs before settling them again. “There’s no big movie, no Lin-Manuel Miranda. I don’t know who I was kidding trying to lie my way out of this,” you chuckled sadly, “Pretty lame, huh? I left you and have nothing to show for it.”

There was a silence that settled between the two of you. You chuckled to yourself, thinking about how lame each of your lies was. And what did they achieve? Nothing really, and it was just a way to feel good about yourself, even if just for a split second.

Out of nowhere, his hand was on top of yours. You stared at the familiar hand, remembering how you’d always tease him about the duality of his hands. One minute they’re cute, soft, and stubby; the next, they’re confident, cunning, and unyielding. Your body felt warm, humming with excitement when he softly caressed the back of your hand. As much as you wanted your hand underneath the warmth of his, you didn’t forget that he was seeing someone. You didn’t want your hands to linger longer than they already did for fear of never wanting to let go again.

"Jimin…" you breathed, his name barely audible. He might not have heard you if he wasn't so close to you. His plush rose-tinted lips looked delectable - you were fighting every fiber of your being, not wanting to lean in and remember what they tasted like. Your skin is hot just thinking about what that mouth of his could do to you. Maybe press kisses along your jaw, your neck, and down the top of your chest. Possibly nibble on your earlobe and whisper something he’d like to do to you. He loved teasing you until you were squirming under him, and you wondered if he did that with this new person.

You didn’t know if Jimin was the only one struggling, but your heart began racing as he moved closer. You wondered if he was also fighting the same urge as you.

It’s been a long time since you had been anywhere near Jimin, let alone almost kissing him. Your eyes flicked to his before dropping to his lips, and your breathing slowed. It was as if time had stopped specifically for you and Jimin, waiting to see what the next move would be. Honestly, you’d be tearing his clothes off now if it weren’t for the fact that he was seeing someone else. You let out a breath, closing the distance, forehead gently bumping into his, your hand resting on his toned pecs.

Then the door swung open.

“Oh! Whoa! Oh, no, no. Ok. Back out! Back out!”

Tae swung in, leaning heavily on the door handle and, upon seeing the two of you in such close proximity, swung immediately back out again, slopping half the contents of his cup on the floor in the process, shooing away whichever lucky person was about to follow him in.

But it was enough. You both jumped, Jimin’s hand lifting off yours, both shifting away from each other. He laughed shakily, ran a hand through his hair.

“As much as I want to kiss you right now, I’d hate myself for it tomorrow,” you insisted before pulling away from him. Even though you had more than enough to drink tonight, this conversation with Jimin awakened you from fantasy land. The two of you were a complete mess, lying to one another about each other’s lives. You couldn’t bear the thought of whomever he was seeing finding out that he had kissed an ex-girlfriend while they weren’t around. Ugh, the idea made you feel sick–or maybe it was the alcohol.

You stood on your feet, a little wobbly like Bambi on ice, which warranted Jimin’s hands ready to catch you, but you assured him you were okay. You pulled down your skirt, which hiked up underneath your ass cheeks. You berated yourself, walking toward the door. Wondering who you thought you were, coming to this party as a big shot when in reality, you were nothing but a fake, a fraud who deserved nothing else than to be alone in this new year.

You turned around, taking one last look at Jimin, who hadn’t taken his eyes off you since he first saw you earlier tonight. Lifting your hand to wave, telling him, See you later, Jimin. Even though you knew it was another lie. You couldn’t bear to see him with someone else, let alone have their hands all over him. It would be too much for you.

“No! Don’t!”

He was on his feet, crossing the distance to you in two large steps. He placed one hand against the door and the other on your waist.

“Please don’t go.” He floundered, starting sentence after sentence with nothing to follow. “Please, just stay.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend; it’s not that serious.”

You chuckled, wondering if he was lying to himself. “Yeah?” you asked, cocking your eyebrow, “What are we doing then? What is this? Are you saying you want to get back together, or is this just because we’re both pathetic and miserable and drunk?”

“We might be pathetic and miserable and drunk, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything between us; you were the love of my life. You can’t just say we’re nothing to each other now. I know I’m not the only one who feels it. It’s still there. And I don’t want to be your friend.”

It’s true. How could you ever go back to being just friends with Jimin?

If the two of you were to continue what you had before, you feared you’d hurt Jimin again. But what if next time, it was him who left you? You weren’t sure if you could handle another heartbreak.

Your heart leaped when you heard the crowd roar echoing down the hall and into the room, the countdown to midnight in full swing. Fireworks glowed bright hues of white and yellow, illuminating Jimin’s face. More cheers and singing repeated as everyone rang in the new year.

The big question was, how would the two of you go forward now?

As Jimin caged you in against the door, your hands settled on his shirt, fingers curling into a fist, your body fighting every cell not to give in. You leaned in, nose brushed against his, lips faintly touching.

“Call me tomorrow when we’re both sober.”

Then you slipped out of his grasp and were gone.

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sapphicsoie · 2 years

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i wish you would

tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: a tipsy game of 21 questions between you and peter turns heated after you make a snarky remark

based on a fic idea by @spidervee on this post (idea #2)

warnings: nsfw, this is literally porn with no plot, dom/sub, overstimulation, swearing, oral (fem receiving), dirty talking, penetrative sex, maybe a wee bit of degradation and praise kink, tbh never done warnings before so oop

author's notes: this is the first smut i've ever written that wasn't a blurb, i hope it's ok! accidentally turned it into a college au but i picture them in grad school. wrote the majority of it on an airplane. also- shoutout to my irl besties who beta'ed this for me, and to vee for the fic idea!

minors: do not interact. i know you're gonna read this shit regardless of what writers tell you, all i ask is that you don't interact with this post or my account. thanks 🫶🏻

word count: 2.1k

You, Gwen, Peter, and Harry were sitting on the floor of Peter and Harry’s apartment on a Friday night drinking the alcohol Harry had bought for tonight. The only reason the alcohol was any good was that Harry bought it. If you, Gwen, or Peter had bought it, you would have been drinking glorified rubbing alcohol, so once again, Harry and his wallet came to the rescue. You had all had a tough week. Peter and Gwen had to work long hours in the lab on top of classes and homework, Peter also had to do recon on an underground trafficking ring, and you had a midterm every single day that week. Harry was the only one that had a decent week, it seemed, but he was always looking for an excuse to drink with the three of you, so when he heard that you all had had a week from hell, he was more than happy to buy the alcohol and pizzas.

It was two in the morning, and the pizza had gone cold. Somehow you ended up playing 21 questions, and it started relatively innocent but quickly divulged into something much dirtier. Poor Peter was the victim of ruthless teasing between Harry and you, Gwen being too nice to partake.

Peter was getting asked questions like, “What’s the weirdest porn video you’ve gotten off to?”

“Peter, who did you lose your virginity to?” you ask, smiling, and you take a sip of your hard cider.

“Hah! I know the answer to that one,” Harry says, smirking.

Peter was the colour of a tomato.

“Harry, I swear to God if you say anything, I will murder you in your sleep,” Peter responds angrily.

“Oh, Peter! It’s okay if you’re a virgin. You can be honest. You’re amongst friends.” you say in mock sympathy. Harry doubles over laughing while Gwen sits there, unsure how to react.

“I have so many ways to make you shut up right now y/n,” Peter replies, staring you down.

“Yeah, well, I wish you would,” you challenge, rolling your eyes before looking him in the eye with a smirk as you take a sip of your drink.

Peter nods before standing up and announcing, “That’s it. Gwen, Harry, get the fuck out,” he starts to pick up the empty drink bottles and motions for Harry and Gwen to get up.

“Parker, what the hell this is my house?!” Harry yells.

“It’s two in the freaking morning! Where are we supposed to go?” Gwen adds.

“As your roommate, I’m asking you to get the fuck out” Peter pushes him towards the door.

Harry rolls his eyes and stands up, Gwen following suit.

“I need my shoes if you want me to leave! Have you seen them?” Gwen looks around the room frantically while grabbing her coat and bag while Harry slips on his shoes and takes a chug of beer before putting on his jacket and grabbing a half-empty six-pack from the coffee table. Peter opens the door and ushers them out quickly. You hear someone yell, “USE A CONDOM!” before Peter shuts the door and locks it.

You’re still sitting crossed-legged on the floor, shocked at the scene that just played out.

“Stand up. Now.” Peter says, warm brown eyes almost black, stalking toward you like your prey he’s about to catch.

You don’t move, giggling. You didn’t know Peter had it in him. He was the sweetest, most gentle person you knew. You couldn’t picture this side of him at all. You knew he was Spiderman and fought criminals regularly, but he’s never shown any anger or even passion aside from when he rants about scientific discoveries.

“Pretty sure I asked you to do something, Bunny,” he says, standing over you, looking down on you. That comment goes right to your core, feeling yourself growing wet at the look and tone of voice he’s giving you.

“And if I don’t? Get up, I mean.” You reply, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He scoffs, nodding while looking away for a second. “You have three seconds.”

Three seconds pass. Peter grabs you and throws you over his shoulder with the ease of picking up a bag of flour. You let out a surprised yelp, squirming a bit, putting up a fight to see how far you can take it as he carries you to his bedroom.

“You can act like a brat all you want, but you’re going to regret it just so you know,” he tells you, sounding carefree and unaffected by the situation the two of you were in, which is more than you can say for yourself. At this point, you were squeezing your legs together in an attempt to hide how turned on you were when you were interrupted by Peter telling you he could smell how turned on you were. Well shit, there goes the last of your dignity.

He tosses you onto the bed, and you let out an “oomph” as your back hits the mattress. You go to sit up, only to be stopped by Peter pushing you back down. He grabs your wrists, moving them above your head. You hear a “thwip” and feel something sticky on your skin. You look up to see your wrists webbed to the bed and your core pulses at the new kink you just discovered.

“What are you going to do?” You ask, your heart beating fast at the prospect of what’s about to happen.

“Making you shut up.” He replies, sliding your jeans and underwear off your legs, kissing you down your stomach, sucking a love mark onto your hip before opening your legs and moving to your inner thighs, leaving a bruise there too.

“I thought you were a vir-” you say, only to be cut off by sucking in a deep breath as Peter likes a stripe up your slit. He starts rubbing slow circles on your clit as he looks up at you to say, “Oh I’m sorry baby, were you saying something?” raising an eyebrow in question, feigning innocence.

You can’t think of a single comprehensible thought, let alone a witty comeback to say because you’re too lost in how fucking amazing you feel and how much you want Peter to put his mouth back on you, to make you come so hard you see stars.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks at you before going back to pleasing you. He starts licking gently at your clit as he slides one finger down your slit to your entrance, slipping one finger in and curling it, making you jolt.

“Fuck, P-Peter oh my god,” you say breathlessly as he starts sucking on your clit in earnest, slipping a second finger in your cunt, slowly scissoring in and out, stretching you.

He switches his fingers for his tongue, first lapping up your slick then moving to lick into your cunt as he circles your clit with the pad of his index finger. You genuinely think you just might see God because your whole body is tingling, and you can feel your thighs shake as you get closer and closer to your climax.

“Oh fuck, fuck! I’m gonna c-cum Peter please!” You whine, toes curling and tilting your hips up to rock into his tongue.

“Go ahead baby, you can cum,” he says while pressing harder into your clit and adding his fingers into your pussy, feeling you clench around them as you come.

You’re riding the high of your orgasm when you realise Peter isn’t stopping. The sharp feeling of overstimulation makes you try and close your legs, but Peter stops you, holding them open, licking up the slick from your orgasm.

“Peter, it hurts,” you mewl, squirming as he swirls his tongue around your clit.

“I’m sure it does, but this is what happens to brats who don’t listen, bunny. You’re going to come one more time on my tongue and fingers, then twice on my cock.” He responds.

You nod dumbly, too absorbed in the feeling of him licking into you to process what he says entirely. You let out quiet moans, rocking your hips to meet his fingers and tongue, feeling yourself get closer to coming again. You tug at the webs holding you to the headboard, but they don’t budge. As Peter makes figure-eights against your clit, you feel yourself push over the edge again, tensing your whole body as you come. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible.

Peter gives you a brief respite, slipping his shirt, sweatpants, and boxers off, revealing his dick which is honestly much bigger than you anticipated, and your mouth goes a little dry. Peter notices your nervousness.

“Hey, you okay? We can stop now if you want,” He asks gently, rubbing circles into your hip bone.

“No, I’m good. It just took me by surprise. I want you,” you respond, giving a small smile and opening your legs so they’re in a butterfly position. He grabs a condom from his bedside table drawer and slides it on. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He lines up with your entrance, sliding in slowly until he bottoms out.

“You feel so good in me Peter,” you moan, closing your eyes and tilting your head back, feeling how full you are. He starts thrusting slowly, rocking his hips into yours, leaning down to kiss you. You stay like that for a while, slow thrusts with soft, tender kisses.

“I’m not made of glass. You can go harder,” you say, looking him in the eye, impatient now that you had grown used to his cock inside of you.

“Suit yourself,” he replies, grabbing your hips as he starts drilling into you hard and fast, leaving bruising touches on your hips. He then brings one of his hands down to circle your clit. You gasp as you feel sparks in your core from the attention to your clit. Your pussy throbs, and you’re overwhelmed by all the sensations so close to coming. You let out soft whines, clenching down on his dick, pushing yourself closer and closer to oblivion.

“Such a good girl for me y/n, all it took for you to shut up was a few orgasms and my dick,” Peter says, enunciating as he thrusts into you particularly hard. That’s what sends you over the edge, pushing your hips up to meet his as you ride your high.

Peter slows his thrusts for a bit, giving you a chance to breathe before starting to pound into you to chase his orgasm. Your limbs feel like they’re made of jelly as Peter fucks you, pleasure melding with pain until you can’t tell which is which. You can barely hear the sounds of skin slapping together, of you and Peter’s moans, over the sound of the roaring in your ears.

“Three down, one more to go baby,” he grunts, pistoning his hips at a new angle that feels like it’s practically touching your cervix.

“Holy f-fucking shit, P-Peter,” the words tumble out of your mouth, pulling at the webs in an attempt to grab onto Peter. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts into you at the new angle, cock scraping against your sensitive spot every time. You can practically feel his cock pulsing inside of you, feeling so stuffed full.

“I’m gonna cum, I wanna feel you cum too, Bunny,” he says, circling your clit as he thrusts into you. You feel yourself come for the fourth and final time, and as your cunt clenches down on Peter’s cock, you feel him come too, slowing his hips as he rides out his orgasm.

He pulls out, sitting on the side of the bed and disposing of the condom, before kissing you on the lips briefly and walking to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and grab the stuff to dissolve the webs.

“Such a good girl, did so good y/n,” He says, dissolving the webs before wiping you down, leaving kisses along the way.

You bring your hands up to his face, kissing him on the lips. You break away after a few seconds of gentle kisses, and he rolls over to lay side by side with you on the bed, the two of you looking up at the ceiling.

You turn your head to look at his face, and he turns his head to look at yours. “Guess you aren’t a virgin, after all, Parker!” you say, laughing as Peter rolls his eyes, giving you a light shove.

“You are literally the worst y/n.” He groans before joining in with your laughter.

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millie-ionaire05 · 4 years

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Soul Sucking

Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Incubus Jimin ☯ Fantasy AU ☯ Human Reader

Summary: A dull night at the club has Jimin frustrated and about to leave to find a more lively one. That is, until you walk in. Every part of him is quivering with excitement at the prospect of sucking you dry, but you’re going to be a tad bit harder than other girls he’s tried to consume. Harder, but so much more fulfilling.

Word Count: 5,806

Rating/Warning: M for Mature (+18), Explicit; pwp (honestly it’s less plot than I want to credit) female reader, exhibitionism? (he fingers you in the uber….I’m not sorry lol), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving), big dick Jimin, unprotected sex (wrap the schlong before you sit on the dong), squirting, creampie, one night stand

Author’s Note: Well...this came out of nowhere. I...I am honestly frazzled after writing this. Do other writers get flustered by their own writing? Or is it just me? Also, thanks to the beautiful Viola (@ladyartemesia) for showing me the tools to make my own banner. It’s nowhere near as amazing as the ones she creates, but I’m still a little proud of it. After the emotional week I’ve had, finally posting this makes me super happy. I hope you guys like it. Stay safe, and healthy, and happy!

P.s. also a huge shoutout to my soul sister (@jin-the-middle) for letting me ugly cry to you about everything that went on. I don’t know where I’d be in life without you. I love you.

Jimin can’t help the scowl that claims his lips, his tongue pressing into the top of his mouth in an attempt to prevent the stench of the woman next to him from hitting his senses. Such easy targets they are, eager and willing to sleep with anything on two legs and a dick in between. He was getting tired of all the easy games, his body desperate for a challenge. He can’t even enjoy the thump of the music as the bass reverberates throughout the dance floor, which usually has his skin tingling and his legs twitching to join the throng of people grinding on each other. Not this time though. He has no interest in the people here tonight, and his feet begin to carry him back across the club towards the exit, at least until he feels the shift in the air.

Eyes rising, he senses the most intense energy walking through the entrance, body barely covered in a black two piece, and the most sinful high heels. His body is practically thrumming with excitement, that is, until he sees your face. You look pissed, your energy only increasing in levels that he could start physically seeing, the charged red tendrils appearing like flames as they surround you. His eyes widen as you stay close to another female, your eyes cutting sharp glares at the men who gawk at the both of you, a warning to keep distance.

Obviously from your hostility, you’d had no intention of coming to the club on a Friday night. Your energy was encapsulated with solidarity, and with a flick of his tongue against his lips, he can tell you rarely left the comforts of your home. He tries to inconspicuously make his way to a standing table that is behind yours, but he feels the shift in your energy at his presence, and he tactfully heads towards the bar instead.

He waves his hand at the bartender, not missing the way her eyes widen and her body rushes to fulfill his wishes. He knows he shouldn’t, but he sends her a smirk, and he watches the way her cheeks brighten an embarrassing shade of pink. Internally chuckling to himself, he walks away to his intended spot behind your table, close enough to continue observing you without disturbing your heightened energy.

His body is quaking in anticipation as he observes you with who is clearly your friend, their body jumping up and down in place while yours remains still, your head resting on your hand on the table. You try to subtly tap your fingers against your cheek to the beat of the music, the only indication that you were enjoying the tunes as your friend yapped. Parting his lips, he allows your energy to drift towards him, your body tensing immediately.

Damn you’re perceptive.

He shuts his mouth, allowing what little energy he could get from you to roll against his tongue. You are fucking delectable. His mouth waters further as he tries to savor your taste, his cock twitching in his leather pants, begging for more. His mind runs with all possible scenarios that he could use to get closer to you, and he’s ready to make his move….until another man walks up to your table just as your friend walks away towards the dance floor.

Tsking at the filthy skeeze that attempts to talk to you, Jimin decides to wait, leaning forward against his table so he can catch what is being said.

“So, do you come here often?” the man asks, leaning closer to you.

Jimin’s lips tighten to a thin line, at first to prevent his annoyance from coming forth, but then to stop the laugh that’s trying to bubble its way out.

“No,” you answer flatly, not even glancing at the guy as you blatantly shift out of his presence.

The guy doesn’t take the hint and just tries to lean closer. “No wonder I don’t recognize you.”

Jimin’s eyes curl in amusement as you scoff at the guy, your gaze finally moving.

“You look sexy in that. Wanna dance?” the man enthusiastically proposes, his eyes clearly not on your face.

“Does that line work on other girls?” You retort back, snapping your fingers in his face. “My face is up here asshole. Go use that lame ass pickup on some other sap in this club, ‘cause I’m not interested.”

The man’s face morphs into one of anger, and Jimin enjoys the way you tilt your head, as if to taunt the man by silently saying ‘what are you gonna do about it?’

The guy doesn’t bother wasting more time making advances, just sulks away to a corner of the club, his eyes scoping out someone else to talk to. Jimin has the biggest urge to clap at your performance, but he has a feeling you won’t appreciate knowing he had been listening. Instead, he decides on a new plan, one that has a ninety-seven percent chance of working on you. It was still that three percent chance that has him worried. Well, only slightly.

Walking around his table with his drink in hand, he casually walks towards you, eyeing the couple to his left. If he times it right, they will bump him in three…two...one. Sure enough the couple in mid-dance bump him, which forces him to collide with your body. He doesn’t miss the way your face curls in anger, and he schools his features to look shocked, his eyes wide. He turns to the couple that is looking at him, apologizing to him for bumping him, and he quickly turns to you and apologizes as well.

He watches the way your eyebrows come together in uncertainty, confused on whether you should stay angry, or acquiesce to the accident. He realizes you’ve decided on the latter when your lips set into a thin line.

“I truly am sorry,” he repeats, allowing his gaze to lower to the drink in his hands.

“It’s fine,” you sigh out, allowing your head to once again rest against your hand. Raising his gaze, he purposefully meets your eyes, and his stomach tingles at the way your lips part. He lets a friendly smile curl his lips, suppressing his deepest urges to throw you on the table and eat you out.

“You look like you’re having fun,” Jimin states in a teasing tone, smiling when your eyes go wide with mock surprise.

“Oh really?” you exaggerate your emphasis, lifting your head to free your hand and grab for your drink which is still full. “So much fun.”

He giggles, allowing his eyes to squint at you. Your energy is all over the place, his tongue begging to come out to taste some more, but he forcefully keeps it pressed against the top of his mouth. He shifts his feet to simulate hesitation, his mouth curling down into a frown.

“Well...I guess I’ll leave you to it,” he says low enough for you to hear, his eyes picking up your surprise at his demeanor, which is clearly more considerate than any of the other patrons in the club. You just didn’t know it’s for a different reason.

“It’s just…,” you start, stopping him in his movement of walking away, and he practically has to bite on his tongue to keep the smile from twisting up his lips. “My friend...she wanted to come.”

Jimin turns to you again, his eyebrows coming together to show his confusion on how that was a logical explanation. His eyes narrow to the pink tinging your cheeks as you take another sip of your drink, your eyes more focused on your friend on the dance floor. He waits patiently for you to continue, not wanting to push too quickly, because he knew you would run. It was all in the way your energy twisted, warning him not to make any sudden movements.

“She wanted to make her ex jealous,” you continue, your finger pointing to a man on the edge of the dance floor eyeing your friend. Jimin’s gaze moves to the man before he nods his head slowly. “So, here I am. A good best friend, here to make sure everything goes to plan.”

“But you don’t want to be here,” Jimin says, more a statement than a question, but you still shake your head.

“Nope,” you confirm, sighing heavily.

Jimin takes a moment to swipe his tongue against his lips, trying to get another taste of you before deciding how to proceed. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes watch him, and then he’s using his teeth to worry on his bottom lip, morphing his expression to one of care.

“So you have to watch her all night?” he asks, his eyebrows coming together in concern. “That doesn’t seem very fair.”

You chuckle at his statement, a humorless chuckle and something flashes across your eyes that he doesn’t quite understand. “No, as soon as they disappear together I’ll be able to go home.”

From the way your eyes shift nervously, he can tell you are worried if you’d shared too much information. Changing tactics, he schools his expression to one of innocence, briefly meeting your eyes before looking away.

“If you want, I can keep you company?”

Silence follows as your energy wavers, clearly trying to warn you of his actions, but you seem unsure.

“Ah, sorry,” he purposely begins to ramble, taking small steps away from you. “It was a dumb idea. I just figured it would help pass the time, and maybe stop anyone else from trying to come up to yo-”

“Sure,” you say, giving him a small smile as his face morphs to one of shock. He almost shivers at the laugh that escapes your lips. “Don’t look so shocked.”

He chuckles, watching as you scoot over to give him space to set his still untouched drink down onto the table. He had his ticket in. Now to keep you in his grasp.

“So, what brings you here?” you question, looking at him pointedly from above the rim of your glass as you drink.

He laughs, giddy at the way you blanch before your cheeks are filling with color. He fiddles with his own drink on the table, turning the glass slowly and avoiding your gaze.

“I was actually about to leave before bumping into you,” he states, shrugging when you give him a confused look. “I wasn’t having much fun.”

You nod your head slowly, clearly able to understand him. Your eyes move to your friend on the dance floor, your eyebrows rising at the sight. He turns to look, seeing that your friend had finally convinced her ex to join her, their bodies practically one as they grind against each other.

“Looks like your night may be over soon,” he states, giving you a smile as his mind races. Clearly he’d have to up his efforts if he hoped to get you in his grasp tonight.

“Thank god,” you laugh, your eyes twinkling at him.

He forces his eyes to widen, as if taken aback by your beauty, though he didn’t have to try very hard. Your energy just emphasizes your beauty, and his cock starts to stiffen. To simulate nerves, he accidentally spills his drink on the table, his hands fluttering in worry.

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry,” he starts, but is silenced when your hand rises.

“No harm, no foul,” you voice, grabbing some napkins from a nearby table.

He reaches for the napkins in your hands, mumbling that it was his fault and he would clean it, but he stops moving when your hands meet and he sees you shiver. He knows it's because of the effect he has on you, just like with any other girl, but you’re something different. You’re a harder feat.

“Are you okay?” he probes, grabbing hold of the napkins and slipping them from your fingers, giving your body a chance to relax at the loss of contact.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, clearing your throat.

The shift in your bearings is discernible, letting him know he could move a bit faster in his advancements. His tongue tingles as he swipes it against his lips, his eyes moving to see your own tongue running along your lips, mimicking his actions. Your cheeks were pink once again, and your energy was swaying towards him, silently gesturing for him to make his move.

“I didn’t mean to spill the drink,” he starts, causing you to jump in your spot, but he pretends he didn’t see it. “I was just in awe at how beautiful you are.”

You snort at his words, a giggle bubbling from your lips as you move the cups out of the way so he can wipe down the table. He smiles, finishing the task quickly before looking at you again.

“I’m serious,” he says, licking his lips again.

You copy him once again, your eyes trained on his lips before fluttering up to his eyes. You both remain there, staring at each other, gradually closing the space between your bodies. His fingers twitch, and he takes a gamble by brushing a loose strand of hair to behind your ear, his cock twitching at the hitch in your breath. He isn’t sure he can wait much longer.

“Hmmm,” you hum, obviously trying to find something to say to diffuse the growing atmosphere between you two. “What’s your name?”

He’s surprised at the question, intending to give you one of the many false names he throws around, but for some reason that’s not what slips out.

“Jimin.”

“Jimin,” you repeat, and he almost groans.

It sounds so beautifully wicked on your lips, his cock immediately at half mast and begging to be touched. He shifts in his spot, hoping to relieve some of the pressure.

“And what’s your name, beautiful?” he questions, leaning closer so that his parted lips allow your energy to flow towards him.

You murmur your name, your body naturally swaying towards him. Suddenly your lips are connecting to his, your energy quivering as he caresses up your arms, his hands stopping at the back of your neck. Your lips are so soft against him, his tongue coming out in silent query, and you comply willingly. A moan so sweet escapes you, your fingers gripping the lapels of his blue jacket, clearly desperate to bring him closer.

He would have had no issue taking you there in the club, amongst the crowd of people, but he has so much in mind to do to you. Reluctantly he pulls his lips away from yours, meeting your lust filled eyes. He smirks at your whine, your fingers tightening against his jacket. He moves to kiss along your cheek until he makes it to your ear, allowing his breath to make you shiver in his grasp.

“Shall I take you home?” he whispers, his teeth coming out to nibble at the edge of your ear.

“Please,” you beg.

He leans away from you, moving his hands to cup your cheeks, his eyes piercing into yours. You still in his grasp, clearly under his influence and waiting for anything he might ask.

“Did you drive here?” he asks, smiling when you shake your head. “Call an Uber.”

You do as he says, reaching for your phone and pulling up the app, typing your address before paying. He keeps his hand on you, maintaining the physical contact to ensure you stay within his influence. When you’re done, you look up at him, eyes wide in search of being praised. He smiles, his hand moving to caress your cheek, and he watches you lean into it. Moving swiftly, he grabs your purse that rests on the table, his free hand grabbing your own and leading you towards the exit.

“How much longer beautiful?”

You look down at your phone, allowing him to guide you out of the club. “They’re here.”

He smirks, pushing you both past the crowd of people outside waiting to come in. You point to the car that’s parked across the street, and your bodies hurriedly shuffle towards it. He opens the door, allowing you to get in first, and for a moment he loses contact with your body. When he finally sits inside the car, he notices your dazed look as you watch him, the fog in your mind trying to unravel. He swiftly places his hand on your exposed thigh, the hem of your two piece having risen up and exposing more skin. His eye twitches at the sight.

“Buckled up?” the driver questions, breaking him out of his yearning.

He turns towards the woman in the driver's seat, silently thanking anyone above that the driver is female. His tongue snakes out to lick his lips, and instantly senses the weak energy of the driver, clearly exhausted from a long day. Smirking at how easy it would be, he moves his free hand until it makes contact with the woman, the woman’s eyes meeting his in the rearview mirror.

“Don’t worry about our seatbelts, love. Just make sure you drive us safely, and be sure not to look back here.”

He waits for her to nod her head, her fingers moving to the gear shift and putting it in drive. Content with the situation, he shifts his attention back to you, his fingers squeezing your thigh. He allows a bit of the haze to leave you, just so that he can get you to comprehend what will be happening.

“Alright, beautiful, come here,” he motions to his lap, adjusting himself so that he’s sitting in the middle seat.

You obey him, moving to sit in his lap and face him, but he quickly adjusts you so that you’re facing the windshield. His hands cup behind your knees, spreading you until your legs rest just outside of his. He purposefully leans further into the seat, spreading his legs which, inevitably, spreads yours. His fingers slide across your exposed thigh before coming to the edge of your hem, his hands gripping the fabric and shoving up. A gasp escapes your mouth, your eyes moving to the driver to see if they’re watching.

“Don’t worry about her, beautiful,” he soothes, his fingers moving to the apex between your legs. “She won’t be watching...unless you want her to?”

As he finishes his question, his fingers skim against your panty covered clit, causing you to shiver. Your thighs tense and your hands turn to fists, clearly unsure of what to do with them. He moves to your hands, guiding them until each is resting against the headrest of the driver’s seat and passenger seat, and he watches as your knuckles turn white. Chuckling to himself, he continues on his journey to between your thighs, his nostrils flaring as your scent begins to overwhelm him.

“Do you like that idea?” he coos, playing with you from the outside of your panties, the tips of his fingers barely making contact. “Do you want her to watch as I make you come?”

Your body trembles above him as he pulls your panties to the side, his fingers going straight to your soaked core.

“Answer me beautiful,” he commands, kissing on the exposed flesh of your arm as he shifts himself, allowing his face to peer from the side of your body.

“N-no.”

“No?” he muses, the tips of his fingers swirling in your wetness. “Your body is telling me otherwise, baby. Are you sure you don’t want her to watch?”

He hears your answer catch in the back of your throat, his middle finger having entered your tight hole and expertly curving to hit that spot. It’s moments like this that remind him how much he loves being an incubus, loves the feel of a woman under his touch, and the way your energy begs to be sucked out by him. You’ve clearly been abstinent for quite a while, because you are probably the tightest pussy he’s had in so long. The thought makes him pause.

“Baby, how long has it been since someone has pleased you like this?”

He pauses in his motions to allow your mind to focus.

“A-about 3 years,” you whimper out, trying your hardest to move so that his finger can continue its dance on your g-spot.

“Aw, you poor baby,” he purrs, giving you what you want by curling his finger, stroking you.

Your moans swiftly fill the car, the smell of you wafting in his nose as your energy slithers between his lips, his taste buds tingling as saliva fills his mouth. You’re beautiful. Every noise that leaves your lips, the way your wetness drips past his fingers and coats his hand, it’s perfection. You have so much sexual energy that for a moment he almost feels overwhelmed, wanting to do everything under the sun to you, but not wanting to rush in the chase.

Sticking in a second finger, his cock hardens further at the way your body goes taut, clearly at the edge of an orgasm. He adjusts you in his lap, purposely rubbing your ass against his hardened member, and giving himself better leverage to shove his fingers further inside of you. He feels the uncomfortable shift of his rings as he forces his fingers knuckle deep in you, but he ignores it as he speeds up in his efforts to bring you to a climax.

Your back arches away from him, your head thrown back as your muscles tighten, and his mouth instinctively drops open. His head is filled with the heady energy of your potent orgasm, and his patience begins its drop. You taste...heavenly. Your energy quivers in his mouth as he continues fingering you, his senses becoming overwhelmed when his palm rubs against your clit, your cry ringing in his ears. He can feel your walls pulsate on his fingers before remaining tightened as he pushes you towards overstimulation, your hands moving to his arm and squeezing. Even he couldn’t tell if you were silently begging him to stop or continue, and unfiltered curses spring from your mouth when he begins to vigorously roughen his strokes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans out, enjoying the squelch of your juices when he adds a third finger.

His name falls from your lips as your nails dig into his skin, causing him to groan again. His cock begs to be freed from the confines of his pants, begs to have your lips wrapped around it as he fucks your mouth before fucking your tight hole. At the rate this is going though, he isn’t sure he’ll last long if he lets his cock anywhere near your mouth.

He relishes in the way your body shakes above his, your thighs trembling as you unsuccessfully try to bring them closer together. He purposely spreads his legs even further, your body trying to fight him, but ultimately you give up, your body curling forward as your forehead rests against the driver’s seat. Jimin shifts his eyes to look out the window, noticing the car is slowing as they approach an apartment complex.

“Just come for me one more time, baby,” he coaxes. “Just one more time on my fingers.”

Adjusting his hand, he removes his palm from your clit and replaces the pressure with the fingers of his free hand, his fingers practically pinching you in a mix of pain and pleasure that he knows will bring you to another intense orgasm. Sure enough, your back bows away from him once again, your walls clenching tighter against his fingers as you orgasm. He ignores the way your walls attempt to still his fingers, helping you ride the second orgasm before he slowly removes his hand. Your body unsteadily heaves air into your lungs, and he brings his soaked hand to his mouth as his free hand strokes the inside of your thigh.

A moan rips from his throat the moment your juices touch his tongue, his body thrumming as he tastes you on his fingers and his cock jumps in his pants.

“Fuck,” he growls, his free hand stilling to squeeze your thigh as he sucks all of your juices off his fingers. “You taste so fucking good.”

The car stops in front of your apartment complex, the woman in the driver’s seat remaining compliant in keeping her eyes forward, and Jimin helps you fix your clothes. He allows you to slip out of the car first, unworried about you losing the fogginess he’d instilled in your energy. His eyes fall to the pool of wetness on the floor of the backseat, and he can’t help but feel partial pride and guilt. Pulling a hundred dollar bill from the inside of his coat, he leans forward and strokes the arm of the driver.

“Thank you, love,” he murmurs, a smirk curling his lips when she jumps. “Here’s for the trouble.”

Uninterested in waiting for the driver’s response, he slips out of the car and closes the door, eagerly grabbing your hand.

“Lead the way, beautiful.”

Your feet earnestly speed walk to the elevator, your body practically thrumming with impatience as you guide him to your apartment, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when you finally open your door. He can’t help but chuckle at your actions, your energy ablaze around you, begging him for more. Oh, but he is so ready to give you more. That’s all he wants to do for the rest of the night, and his lips tingle at the prospect of draining you dry.

You lead him through the small hallway that opens to the kitchen and living room, and he has to stop you there. He can’t wait anymore, not after getting that teasing taste of you in the uber. His body becomes flush against yours before his hands grab the back of your thighs, skin like velvet as he lifts you onto the kitchen counter, his eyes noticing the shiver that racks your body.

Unwilling to waste anymore time, he spreads your thighs, his mouth dropping straight to your panty covered core with a groan. Like fire against his lips, he feels the energy slide past his tongue and down his throat, his body becoming alight with your pleasure. Desperate for more, he immediately pushes your thong aside and connects with your clit.

Such sweet ecstasy. Like a delicious four course meal, filling him in ways he hadn’t realized he was desperate for. His desperation grows as he feels your fingers slide between his blonde strands, grasping hold of his locks in an attempt to try and bring him closer. At this point, he’s willing to give you whatever you want. If you want the world, he’s willing to serve it to you in any way he can. But his cock weeps for sweet release, and he struggles to remain on track with pleasuring you all night before he gets his fill of you. The more he builds you up, the more he can take from you by the end of the night, but your energy seems almost too full already. It’s quite distracting for him.

Leaning away from your core, he alternates between nipping and kissing the soft flesh of your thighs as he pants, frantically trying to keep his thoughts together. His soul sucking instinct rears up in him, annoyed that he was even wanting to think instead of just taking what you are clearly so willing to give. Unable to stop, his hand moves to grip himself through his pants, squeezing in hopes of relieving some pressure. It doesn’t help.

“Mmm, baby,” he murmurs, nipping at your flesh a bit harshly as his hunger grows. “I need to feel you come on my tongue. Can you do that for me? Can you come in my mouth?”

His eyes cast up to see your eager nod, and an aching groan rips from his throat. Practically delirious with the longing to build you up to a breaking point, his mouth connects with your clit once again. You keen above him, spurring him on as his tongue flicks unnaturally quick against your overly sensitive nub, your thighs quivering on each side of his face. He hastily shifts in his spot before shoving two fingers inside of you again, knowingly curling his fingers as if he’s known your body his whole life.

His name falls from your lips in rapid tandem with the strokes to your g-spot, and he reflexively thrusts into the air. He isn’t going to make it the whole night, and as soon as this orgasm hits you, he needs your tight hole on his cock. The mere thought has his lips latching onto your clit, suckling you as his strokes inside your wet heat turn harsh, your slick juices echoing in his ears. The thrum of his pulse adds to the perfect orchestra as you begin to fall apart on him. Your hands grip his hair as you greedily ride your high against his mouth, his tongue slurping as much as he can before you begin to whimper.

Pulling away from you, he lifts your body off the counter and throws you over his shoulder, his hand connecting with the exposed flesh of your ass. He doesn’t even bother wiping his face as he makes his way to the only closed door connecting to the living room, his nostrils flaring when he walks into your room and immediately catches sight of the vibrator on your nightstand. No wonder your energy was so potent, you had been sexually frustrated for so long, clearly unable to feel properly satisfied with just the vibrator.

Throwing you onto your bed, the squeak that falls from your lips and the wide eyed look you give him does nothing to calm his futile attempts at remaining composed. He leans forward and removes your two-piece, a growl of an instruction leaving his mouth for you to continue getting naked as he peels off his own clothes. His fingers tremble when his cock springs from the confines of his pants, the weeping head tapping against his abdomen before standing straight at attention, greedy for pleasure. He doesn’t miss the way your mouth turns to an ‘o’ before you lick your lips, your eyes hypnotizingly ogling him, and his cock twitches in response.

Your hands unconsciously rise towards him, but he grasps them both in one of his own, climbing onto the bed to forcibly lay you on your back. Your legs instinctively comply in spreading for him to sit himself comfortably between them, your wetness dripping onto your sheets and he can’t look away. He allows his head to tap your clit, wondering if he can make you come from just the action. The idea turns even more appealing when your thighs squeeze his waist, clearly surprised at the sensation.

Gritting his teeth, Jimin uses his free hand to grab hold of his dick, swirling his head in your wetness before tapping it on your clit.

“Fuck!” you cry out, back bowing off the bed. “Oh god, please.”

He forces himself to chuckle, but ignores your indirect request in favor of tapping the head of his cock against your puckered nub. The grip of your thighs tightens against him as he continues slapping himself on you, his eyes unwilling to stray from the sight as your juices begin to pour from your hole, your moans becoming more rowdy as tears begin to stream from your eyes.

Your energy is so high it practically wraps around his cock, making him wince, but he doesn’t stop. Unsurprised when you suddenly become quiet, he chokes out curses when you squirt, your juices soaking his bottom half as he persistently slaps himself against you. You try with all your might to remove your hands from his grip, but he keeps them locked in place as you cry out your release, chest heaving as you try and catch your breath.

“So fucking beautiful, baby,” he gruffly praises, moving so that his dick is in direct line with your pussy. “So fucking perfect. You come so well.”

He’s sure your walls are clenched tighter than when he’d had his fingers inside of you, because it takes him a solid five minutes to fully sheath himself, your insides trying to push him out as you continue to squirt. He remains still as you continuously leak onto the sheets, unwilling to part from you until he’s sure he has all of you. He watches as your energies swirl, the red tendrils finally able to connect with his blue ones and a whirl of purple flashes behind his eyes.

All of your pleasure rushes through him, his cock swelling even further in you, and a whimpered gasp leaves your lips. Uncaring and far from his right mind, he begins a relentless pace inside of you, his eyes fluttering as he watches himself incessantly disappear into your tightness. His thighs tense and he releases your hands, his own moving to the back of your knees before he purposely brings your knees to your chest, the new angle allowing him to hit your spot. The moment he makes contact with it his head rolls back, the shared pleasure he’s experiencing as your energies connect just helps him expertly adjust himself, always knowing the best way to fill you.

“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.”

Somewhere in his mind he hears you chanting his name, like a prayer in a bible, and it stokes him further. The kindling fire deep within him is now raging, swallowing him whole as he meets your eyes, the galaxy somehow within them. Your pussy is devouring him and he feels it both on his cock and in your energy that you’re about to orgasm again, and he forcefully throws himself forward, connecting his open mouth with yours in an attempt to suck as much of you as he can.

The edge is right at the tip of his cock as he gives one last thrust, your energy expending from your body and into his as he spills into your walls. He remains hard within you as he continues sucking all of you into him, the purple galaxy now behind his eyes becoming almost painful as his empty soul fills. He unconsciously thrusts within you, realizing that he’s still painting your walls white.

“So perfect. Fucking perfect for me,” he growls out into your jaw, nipping occasionally.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he finally has his fill, his cock softening as he pulls himself out of you, his eyes meeting yours. His eyes widen painfully when he sees your body still surrounded by red energy, albeit it wasn’t as much as before.

“Fuck,” he groans, his cock stiffening once again at the sight.

So. Fucking. Perfect.

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You are the music in me (part 1)

(mostly) juke soulmate AUs no. 1

Special thanks & shoutout to @endless-navigator and @i-spit-on-fire for helping me with my first juke soulmates au post, you guys are amazing!!

Suggested by the lovely Endless: AU where soulmates are musically connected, so whenever the one is playing music, the other hears it in their head (Everyone Is Alive AU, Trevor and Bobby are not the same person I know it doesn't make sense shh)

First of all, I love this au and my co-writers

Second of all, let's just pause for a moment to imagine Alex suffering out hours of Justin Bieber's pop music because that was Willie's playlist at one point. Alex retaliated by starting a rock band and that's the real story behind Sunset Curve, shhh

They all go to the same school & the entire grade is very aware of Julie & Carrie's rivalry for top spot in music, dance and drama. So far, Julie has music, Carrie has dance and somehow, Flynn accidentally got into drama due to an admin error in eighth grade and she's been rocking it ever since. But Julie and Carrie are best friends, don't doubt that. It may seem a little suspicious, but they do love each other.

Luke thinks Julie is a hotshot and finds Carrie super arrogant. He tolerates Flynn. He expects his best friends to do the same but Reggie adopted Flynn as his little sister and partner in crime, and Alex regularly sleeps over at Carrie's for spa night and boy gossip. Luke is very betrayed when he discovers this.

Once, Alex was over for a Dirty Candy recital and spent the next day singing the song they were performing and when Dirty Candy performed it, Luke and Reggie were Very Confused -- but half an hour later, Alex was singing Justin Bieber under his breath again.

Anyway back to the juke I initially started this for

Perfect Harmony

Luke doesn't really like Julie but he's the first to admit she's actually really talented. Julie has no idea who Luke is.

When Sunset Curve started up and found their sound, Julie decided that she couldn't wait to meet her soulmate because she was going to strangle them on sight. How was she supposed to get her homework done when all she had every afternoon was rock music???

They once independently went to the same concert and after realizing that the music wasn't bad, they were just hearing double, both got excited that their soulmate liked the music they did.

Julie wrote music with Rose a lot and often, she'd be the one singing. Luke often thought about penning down the unfamiliar lyrics to search it up later but he always forgot, getting lost in the beautiful music his soulmate listened to.

Eventually, Julie grew accustomed to the constant rock and decided to Google the lyrics in her head. After coming up blank everywhere, she concluded that her soulmate was making original music. So she had a talented soulmate. Didn't mean they weren't annoying.

Perfect Harmony

Julie still can't wait to meet her soulmate. Maybe she won't kill them on sight but she sure as hell will beat them with a cushion for the one calculus test she flunked after spending all the study time with loud music in her head.

Luke and Julie write music together

I love Luke but he's dumb and he doesn't even notice that he's writing music with his soulmate. Julie does, but only because her soulmate has a very distinct voice and any music that comes from her soulmate shares that voice and even though it's so very different to her own, there is an undeniable complimentary aspect.

Julie has like 8 duets locked away from her family that she co-wrote with her unaware soulmate.

Perfect Harmony

Sunset Curve has ballads now and then. Bobby, Reggie and Alex know why but they're not gonna tell Luke. They're just gonna share knowing glances and pretend like nothing is different. They have a bet going with how long it'll take Luke to realise.

Luke is falling in love with his soulmate because music is life and his soulmate has GREAT music taste. Unlike Julie, he hasn't yet figured out that the music in his head is original music.

P E R F E C T H A R M O N Y

Endless, Sun & I thought about killing Rose but we threw that out the window pretty quickly. Instead, we decided upon a year-long coma. In which Julie loses music.

Luke is absolutely distraught. He thinks his soulmate died. Reggie, Alex & Bobby don't think so for sure but the longer the silence goes on, the more convinced they get. It affects Luke's music too. Sunset Curve doesn't shut down like Julie did, but they do get softer.

Luke spends more time writing, singing to himself. If by some miracle, his soulmate isn't dead, then he's singing to them. Hopefully.

One day, Sunset Curve performs for Julie. Well, they don't specifically perform for her. They'd have to know her for that. Sunset Curve throws a small gig and "this song goes out to all of you who feel hopeless, like you'll never be able to wake all the passions you used to have up again."

Flynn decides Julie needs to start living again and drags her to the small mini concert because it's small and why not.

Julie goes through the entire evening in a daze, but after Flynn leaves her house later that night, Julie feels a little fuzzy, like something's wrapping her in a big warm hug. And the next day, Julie absolutely obliterates Wake Up.

A week or so after, Rose is concious again.

Now that the serious moments are done, let's get to some funnies.

Luke, distracted and bored: you with the sad eyes

Julie, trying to do her homework: W H Y

Luke, oblivious: don't be discouraged

Julie, squishing her scrap paper: >:(

Flynn finds this amusing and asks what's up. Julie growls, "he's singing Trolls."

"So sing back. Duh."

And then she does. Luke's singing gets less lazy and more energetic. Julie actually really likes Trolls music and she has to admit singing Poppy's lines are fun. Flynn is super tempted to record Julie and call it blackmail stock. Alex, Reggie and Bobby actually act on the temptation.

They do this often. Julie will be doing something mundane and then all of a sudden, there's a duet playing in her head and it's her idiot soulmate covering the song akd hoping she joins in. Thankfully, Julie is mostly alone but she wonders if her soulmate is acting a fool in front of other people just for the sake of hearing her voice. Endearing.

P E R F E C T H A R M O N Y

Julie needs some practice on her dance recitals okay, so randomly, she has the track playing on her headphones and bops her head along. Sometimes she's cleaning the kitchen and dancing with the broom pretending it's her dance partner. No I don't do that haha

It has been WEEKS of this.

Luke has developed brain cells. He now knows his soulmate is helping him write music. So he starts penning down a new song. Both of them know it's a duet. They've even had some joke practices together with no music and things like that. Julie doesn't know the music that goes with it because Luke is careful not to play it. Ever.

And so one night, Julie's down in the studio -- it's dusty and needs a little cleaning -- and pops her earbuds in and she's doin her lil dancy-dance as she listens to her the music for her dance class recital.

Luke: GUYS GUYS GUYS ITS TIME ITS TIME SHE'S PRACTICING GUYS GUYS

Alex: IT'S FINALLY HAPPENINNNGGGGGGG

Reggie and Bobby: so should we leave you two alone for a minute or--

Luke: NO YOU WILL STAY HERE AND YOU WILL PLAY THE NOTES I GAVE YOU LAST WEEK I HOPE YOU NERDS PRACTICED

Bobby: you know we're gonna silently make fun of you the whole time

Luke: I am aware but you guys love me and you'll do this for me now shut up I have to time this perfectly

Julie is hearing double. At first she thinks maybe she never plugged her headphones in or maybe Flynn or Carrie are nearby listening to it too or -- no wait hang on a minute that doesn't sound like the track she's supposed to dance to.

Taking out her earbuds confirms that the music is in her head.

Off topic, speaking of music in her head, Luke definitely thinks I Got The Music is a Bop™

Its soft, its sweet, it's just guitar. There is no way in hell her soulmate is listening to guitar instead of playing it. She knows that much.

So now Julie has forgotten about cleaning the studio up and is pretty much standing in the same spot, just holdin on to the broom that did just two short sweeps

"Step into my world"

"THE BASTARD WROTE A SONG"

"Bittersweet love story bout a girl"

big gasp "THAT BASTARD IS PLAYING OUR DUET"

"Shook me the core"

Julie's brain: singggg,,,,, Julie: I'm afraid, ,,, Julie's brain, in Flynn's voice: S I N G

"Voice like an angel, never heard before"

Julie, before she can back down, "here in front of me"

Luke's eyes get so wide and so happy. Bobby takes a pause to snap a photo. When they finally find Luke's soulmate, they're gonna have so many dorky pics to show

Y'all it is the most beautiful separated duet of all time. I mean, not for the guys, the pauses are really weird but hey, at least Luke seems to be enjoying himself.

Post duet: "Mija are you singing to yourself"

Julie: (screams and throws broom) no?

You know what maybe this needs to be split for a part two...

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the fat ones #julie and the himbos #jatp #julie molina #luke patterson #juke #sunset curve #alex jatp #reggie jatp #carrie wilson #flynn jatp #willie jatp #willie williams #willex #jatp soulmate aus #mara's soulmate aus #soulmate au #au headcanon

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Okay but au where they're not all related and five is a mysterious orphan Diego keeps running into at odd hours of the night and then him just being like "fuck it he's like 13 he can't be out alone at night" and then just takes him home like a godamn stray and five is THRIVING under the positive attention he never had I beg of you please feed my soul. Also sorry if this doesn't make sense I've had 2 hours of sleep and like 8 coffees today

i think i’ve read a fic similar to this but FUCK YEAH let’s do this (sorry im so late btw i havent been feeling bullet points lately fksjdfks) ALSO HEY OP PLEASE DON’T DIE I HOPE YOU’RE OK???

so diego is still a cop and he’s patrolling or doing whatever it is that cops do, and then he sees a kid sitting in an alley

obviously he pulls over like “hey kid you okay?” and the kid is like “shut up go away bootlicker” and diego is instantly “okay then come on im taking you to get food”

the kid doesn’t want to go but at the same time diego can tell he knows that there’s really no better options. this child looks hungry

so the kid and diego go to griddy’s and the kid says his name is five when asked

“that’s not a name”

“is too”

diego+fam have a long history of trauma and reginald called them by number which was their birth order or something? idk OH SHIT WAIT YOU SAID NOT ALL RELATED OK OK COOL SO

luther is a mechanic who diego knows because he’s the dude who’s often the one repairing his car, they’re on pretty good terms and go out for coffee sometimes because luther hates alcohol and diego’s body is a temple so he doesn’t drink

diego is diego he’s a cop but he’s highkey broke and i really don’t know how much cops get paid? hm

ok google says from 34.6k - 89.4k a year and numbers mean nothing to me so lets say he’s just a gremlin who lives in a boiler room because it’s efficient

OR he’s still dating eudora and lives with her

you know what that’s probably the better option i’m gonna go with that. they don’t have as much childhood trauma even though none of the “siblings” come from exactly good homes? but none of them were raised by reggie mcfuckface so it’s less like,,, bad even though they’re all fucked up

WAIT DO THEY HAVE THEIR POWERS

HELL YEAH THEY HAVE THEIR POWERS

ok ok so luther is a mechanic who uses his super strength and endurance to just fucking carry cars around his garage and i know NOTHING about mechanics as a profession but but but luther is good at what he does

diego is a cop who lives with eudora and throws knives like a boss. he also throws tennis balls really hard because stabbing people on duty isn’t advised

you know what? i’m gonna say allison ISNT a movie star, shes a smaller actress with minor roles here and there because she’s a mom and spends time with claire. she doesn’t use her rumor as much because honestly she doesn’t see a reason to? like sometimes she’ll go “i heard a rumor you gave me a free shot of coffee” and like,,, that’s it shfskd

her and patrick are still divorced but that’s because they did it the healthy way. they knew they were drifting apart but instead of rumoring him they broke it off mutually and they still meet up for coffee. they’re friends ok. claire loves her parents

klaus! klaus has problems but because im a soft bitch dave is here in 2019. he’s… also a mechanic…. they all know eachother but dave knows luther and diego pretty well. luther via work and diego via luther

yes klaus! so klaus has a history of drugs and addiction, because while he wasn’t shoved into a mausoleum ghosts screaming at you all the fucking time doesn’t help with staying sober

but because he has a support network he can fall back on he’s doing well, he’s a barista in a coffee shop that allison and patrick & diego and luther frequent

shoutout to klaus

five is an orphan he’s 13 and small and kind of a genius? fuck what if as a kid five accidentally time-traveled to 2019 and thaT’S HOW HE BECAME AN ORPHAN

galaxy brain

so five is this kid in the wrong time living on the streets not knowing how things work

i mean he does obviously because he catches on quick and he’s smart but really he doesn’t know how some shit works ok. he’s clueless when it comes to technology and pop culture and shit

ben!! ben is alive!! he’s a part time writer and a full time librarian!! he knows klaus because during his homeless days klaus stuck around the library because free bathrooms and also reading to take his mind off the ghosts. they become really close and ben gets klaus to move in with him and then he’s trying to get sober and then ben’s car crashes and that’s how they meet luther and dave OHHHH

additionally: klaus illustrates some of ben’s books because he knows how to draw yay

vanya! she’s first chair in the orchestra and she’s dating helen cho because i say so

so vanya kicks ass at violin, she’s being gay teaching lessons all that good shit what more is there to say

harold isn’t here because there was never an umbrella academy

hmmm back to the,,, actual plot,,, im sorry sksfhdjsk

SO DIEGO FINDS FIVE RIGHT

AND HE’S LIKE “oh no this child is awakening my paternal instincts oh no i have to take him home with me now”

eudora opening the door to see her husband boyfriend with an angry looking teenager at his side: dear god what did you do this time

eudora instantly bonds with five and i mean INSTANTLY like she lays eyes on him and goes “child?? small?? looks lonely?? must protect” and five looks at her like “badass looking lady she probably knows what shes doing might as well ask for info and stuff” but hes actually thinking “oh dang she looks like she knows what she’s doing RESPECT” and yeah ksdjhsdkf

then five expects them to be mean or just get tired of him and kick him out but?? they dont??? wack

diego is instantly like “kid where do you live”

‘um’

“you live somewhere right???”

‘UM’

they find out he’s legally dead and thats another can of worms entirely

so they register and foster five

diego and eudora are registered foster parents you cannot change my mind alright

then five is introduced to luther and dave, and also ben and klaus because theyre hanging around the shop bc it’s their off day

so five instantly has 4 more people giving him instant love and validation and he’s like “woah”

THEN ALLISON AND PATRICK

claire too,, claire immediately adopts five as her older brother

this entire time five is like “i can’t stay im gonna leave soon you all know this right” and eveybody is “yep ok sure” but they all know hes gonna stay

hhHHHH GAME NIGHTS

five beats everybody at scrabble

diego beats everybody at darts, even though everybody calls him out for cheating

vanya beats everybody at musical chairs. she levitates the chairs so nobody can sit down

luther beats everybody at outdoor games. do not play tag with this man you might not make it out alive

allison is the QUEEN of blurt!

ben is so good at charades it’s unfair

klaus honestly sucks at board games, but he always wins uno and nobody knows how (its the ghosts skfhsdkf)

five is so confused because its obvious all of them are cheating but??? nobody cares?? what

“it’s because it’s fun nobody is actually upset”

whaaaaaaat

so they have to explain to him that they dont play to win they play to have fun and its just a fun thing they do to spend time together and bond

five: mind blown

THEY TAKE HIM TO AN AQUARIUM

BEN JUST CHILLS WITH THE OCTOPI THE ENTIRE TIME

FIVE BONDS WITH CRABS

THEY ALL LOVE SEALS

five gets exposed to modern culture!! klaus and ben teach him memes is what i’m saying

five goes to school!!! he makes friends!!!! they have nice sleepovers and diego and eudora make them cookies :’)

i want to say. okay so.

reginald exists and he had made grace eariler as preparation for the children he was going to adopt, but he died before he could buy any babies

so grace exists! and!! she knows the “siblings”!!!

so five has a grandma because im not going to lie grace is basically all of their’s mom

she lives in the mansion but she can go outside and DO THINGS and she makes them COOKIES and she LOVES HER KIDS and GRANDKIDS and five ADORES her ok

basically five is happy with his pseudo family that’s it thank you for your time

wait no actually he figures out how to time travel safely and he does go back and forth

sometimes he pops in and he’s like “hey we ran out of milk” and then a second later he’s like “for the love of god wait until tomorrow to get milk dont ask why you dont wanna know” and its obvious that he came back from the future and HHHHHH YES

the commission can’t do shit because found family love is simply too strong

hazel and agnes are the nice couple who run griddys and birdwatch

five is fond of them too honestly like he just loves going to griddys because it has so many happy memories for him and its where he met diego (sorta) and also yay hazel and agnes!!

SO YEAH BASICALLY: FIVE IS HAPPY AND THIS AU IS GOD TIER THANK YOU

THIS IS A GOOD ONE I LIKE THIS AU THANK YOU

#asks #tinky-wink #tua #aus #hcs #rambles #stray au #team zero

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jeonsdear · 6 years

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Milk and Moonshine

↬ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (oc: female) ↬ Genre: neighbour!au, art student!taehyung, fluff ↬ Rating: sfw ↬ Word Count: 2.3 K ↬ Warnings: none ↬ Accompanying song: Billie Eilish (with Khalid) - lovely ↬ Summary:

Kim Taehyung was everything this neighbourhood wasn’t: Warm, playful, kind and artsy. And he had your milk.

↬ Notes: This little oneshot is my attempt at conquering my writer’s block *cries a little*. Shoutout to @softjeon for inspiring this story and coming up with the title xx

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There were exactly three kind of people you would find in a club on a Tuesday night: University students whose rhythm of life didn’t match the expectations of the working population, middle-aged men that were going through a divorce and hoped to find some validation in the crowd of young 20-something women and finally, people like you.

Your eyes scanned the crowd of sweaty bodies while your hands were working on cleaning the tequila glass before putting it back in its place. One of your colleagues caught your eyes and subtly moved his head in the direction of the unconventional couple in the very back of the club. The bass of the music echoed in your bones while you observed how the quickly-balding man put his hand on the thigh of the girl and leaned forwards to whisper some sweet vanities in her ear, making the female giggle. If you weren’t wrong, and you never were, this girl was still a minor. Meaning your bouncer missed a fake ID. You nodded your head at your colleague, thereof he moved away from behind the bar and pushed his way through dancing bodies to seek out your club’s doorkeeper.

With your psychology degree came a mountain of debts and housing expenses, and while you had tried finding a part-time job for the hours you had no classes to attend, you had had no luck. So when your roommate from freshmen year had proposed on working behind the bar of her father’s club downtown, the promise of well-paid nightshifts had lured you in. And granted, you came to like it. While normally you would barely be able to keep your eyes open after a whole day of back to back classes, the loud music and the screaming colours of the lights had your head buzzing. Swaying from side to side to Dua Lipa’s new song, you saw how your bouncer approached the couple, radiating danger. Mino’s appearance was absolutely terrifying and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how the man covered behind his female companion. While your bouncer looked like he could kill men with bare hands, everyone who knew him outside of this club knew his vegan soul couldn’t even harm mosquitos. You saw Mino’s lips moving and you were pretty sure he was threatening the male with the police. Not only did he, most probably, provide the girl with a fake ID but he also obviously made sexual advances towards a minor. While not all of society’s daytime rules applied to the club, the security of minor’s was taken very seriously.

It was close to four when you stepped out into the chilly morning air, taking a deep breath and allowing your body to loosen up. You knew it would take your head the whole twenty-minute walk to your apartment for it to forget the strong bass of the music.

The autumn leaves crunched under your feet as you thought about how peaceful it felt being up while everyone was still asleep. Life was better when the moon was watching over you. People stopped acting like society constructed machines, working their nine to six jobs and coming home to loveless marriages.

When you approached the tall building, your small apartment was located in, you wondered whether Taehyung was up already. Kim Taehyung was your neighbour and more than often your source of life-saving milk. Due to your night-time job and your daytime student occupation, getting groceries was not your top priority. But you needed your bowl of cereal after you’ve woken up. It was mandatory. By now, you probably owed him a few litres.

Pressing the button for the escalator, you hummed while waiting for it to arrive. When the doors opened you entered the small space that reeked of pee and thing you didn’t want to know about. This building was as sleazy as the whole neighbourhood but rent was low and you couldn’t afford to be fussy. And at the end of the day you fit in. With your clothes and hair smelling of smoke and alcohol, your eyes lined with dark eyeliner and lips dark red. Like many residents of this apartment complex you came home in the wee hours of the morning. You really fit in. Unlike the boy that appeared on the other side as the escalator doors opened on your level.

Kim Taehyung was everything this neighbourhood wasn’t: Warm, playful, kind and artsy. As soon as he saw you, his boxy smile lit up his pretty and slightly sleepy face and both your arms moved forward to keep the doors open.

“Morning.”, both of you breathed out at the same time and his low laugh made you smile. Taehyung really was a stark contrast to his surroundings, you realized, as you took in his appearance. Face framed by light, tussled hair he was spotting round glasses today. He had a colourful button-down tucked into his lightly wrinkly dress pants while the loafer on his feet looked worn out. Kim Taehyung was a contradiction and he knew it. He looked like he belonged to the part of town full of artists and not in the neighbourhood of night owls. And he definitely wasn’t dressed for his job at the bakery, but both of you knew that this is where he was heading to.

“Good night?”, he asked while still spotting his smile, eyes taking in your make-up.

“I like the purple.”

He pointed at your eyeshadow and you grinned because it had literally taken you an hour to make your eyes look like the dawn.

“Thanks. I like the glasses. Are you off to work?”

“Yep. And you’re off to bed?”

“Yeah.”

He lowered his head slightly and smiled at you through his thick eyelashes. Taehyung was ridiculously beautiful and you couldn’t help the light blush coating your cheeks.

“So…will you ask me for milk again tonight?”

His undertone was teasing but you still pouted at him before you nodded shyly.

“Probably?”

Taehyung grinned widely and moved into the space of the escalator while you stepped outside.

“I’ll make sure to get some after my shift then.”, he winked before the doors closed on you.

You probably should feel bad for constantly asking him for milk…oh no you definitely should. But it also meant that you got to see him often, and you might just have to sacrifice your pride for this minor detail.

And that’s how it was for several months. You coming home from work and Taehyung leaving for work. Asking him for milk when you woke up and him making sure he always had some in the fridge.

You had never asked him but the paint on his pants from time to time made you assume he was an art student. It wouldn’t surprise you, if you were honest. Taehyung radiated art. The way he looked, talked, walked and smiled. Taehyung was art.

Chuckling about your thoughts, you swirled your hair up into a ponytail before splashing cold water onto your puffy face. It was only noon but since today was your free day you decided to binge on Netflix instead of sleeping in. Honestly, you deserved bombarding yourself with brain cell rotting content.

Gulping down some orange juice you noticed you were out of milk once again. With a guilty sigh you nibble at your lip while the fridge hummed in the background. Did the number of times you appeared at Taehyung’s door asking for milk already border on disrespect? Should you just head down and buy your own pack? But that would mean you wouldn’t have an excuse to talk to him. And he never signalised he was annoyed, did he? He would have surely said something if he wanted you to stop asking him for milk.

Quickly changing into something else than your PJ’s, you stepped out of your door and walked down the hallway towards apartment 35. You knew that Taehyung had to be back from his job at the bakery at this time and his Thursday class wouldn’t start until 4. The wooden door looked like it was about to fall apart any second, so your knuckles against it kept the knocking soft. The jazz tunes coming from within and the low grunting confirmed your assumption of the boy being home. And a few moments later, Taehyung appeared in your view, spotting tousled hair and light sweat running down his neck.

Seeing you, a huge grin took over his face before he mentioned for you to come in.

“Fridge.”, is all he said while you stood frozen on your spot.

His whole apartment was filled with moving boxes, books spilt all over the floor and pictures in the process of being wrapped.

“You’re lucky I haven’t cut the fridge off yet.”, he hummed while stepping over a pile of books, not noticing how you weren’t following him.

Slowly you closed the door behind you while your thoughts were racing.

Was he moving away? Why? Why did he not tell you? Or did you forget it? Where was he moving?

“You…you are moving?”

Even to your own ears your voice sounded empty and you tried to mask it with an awkward chuckle.

“Hmm.”, he nodded while he stood on his tiptoes to take down a drawing from the wall.

“But why?”

You sounded like you couldn’t fathom why anyone would consider moving away from this horrendous place and it made Taehyung love.

“I moved here with the hopes of finding inspiration. For this year’s art project.”

“And you didn’t?”

His shoulders visibly tensed before Taehyung turned around and smiled at you.

“Oh no I have. But I have submitted it already. And no offence but this place is terrible, it really kills my usual muse.”

His usual muse?

“I-I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Taehyung smiled and pointed towards a wall of drawings, each one of them radiating life. Sunrises, puppies, abstract drawings with bright colours and a one portraying a group of boys.

“That’s what I like. Do you understand now?”

You nodded slowly before hesitatingly smiling up at him.

“I always thought you were out of place here.”

“Geez, thanks!”, he laughed while you counted the moles on his face. Ever since he had grabbed your hand he hadn’t let it go and you didn’t mind at all. Instead, you tightened your hold on his fingers slightly and acted like you didn’t see his surprised expression when he felt your fingers move.

“Where are you moving to?”

“A little down south. I’m staying here, just changing the neighbourhood.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Even though something inside you didn’t want him to move away and would have rather stopped him packing up, you volunteered to help him. For all the packs of milk, that is. While you were working alongside him you found out that his parents had a farm down in Daegu and that he was missing them dearly. The boys in the picture you had seen earlier were his closest friends and the reason he had moved to your neighbourhood was his project portraying life after the dark.

“You could have told me earlier, you know. I could have taken you with me to work, we have many people fit for your project.”

Taehyung only giggled and passed you the scissors with which you cut the paper that was wrapped around a pretty picture.

“You still can.”

His words filled you with a little hope. Hope of seeing him again, even though he was moving away.

When you laid in bed the day after Taehyung had officially moved out, you couldn’t help but feel sad. Somehow, the boy had become a bright star in your usual dark nights and with him gone, everything felt more…lifeless. As if his presence had given the building warmth. Coming home from work, you didn’t look forward stepping into the escalator anymore. You started buying your own packs of milk and every time you poured it over your cereal you had to think of Taehyung. You both had been so caught up in each other’s life stories that you had forgotten to ask for his number. Granted, you could seek him out at his job but you didn’t want to intrude. After all, Kim Taehyung had only been a neighbour. He didn’t have any obligations towards you and with a sigh you decided to forget about him. Many other boys had cute little moles on their skin.

As it was getting close to Christmas, the air was freezing cold as you hurried inside your apartment seeking shelter. You put the grocery bags on the kitchen counter before you lit the few candles in your living space. Somehow you had gotten into the Christmas spirit and you were really craving cookies. So you had looked up a few recipes and printed the ones you liked best, which were know pinned to your wall as instruction.

With soft music playing in the background you got to work. You were just hand-deep in cookie dough when your door rang.

With a frown you quickly whipped your hands before you approached the door and asking “Who is this?”

“It’s me. Taehyung.”, came the deep sound of his voice and you had to stop yourself from squealing. Taehyung was standing in front of your door?

You forced your huge grin off your face as you opened the door to be mad by his boxy smile.

“Did you smell the cookies?”, you teased, revelling in how good he looked.

“From miles away, yes. Can I come in? I have something to dip those cookies in!”

Your eyes caught the milk in his bag and you couldn’t help but blush.

“Is that enough bribe for you to let me in?”, he asked, voice wavering of unsureness but you grabbed his arm and pulled him into your apartment.

“You don’t need to bribe me.”

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isitovers · 5 years

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1) Hi Fiona, I’m back for chapter 5!! And I’m so excited because this is such an important chapter. I feel like I should warn you, this may get long. I have so many thoughts about everything that happens here lol. So before I actually get into each scene of this chapter can I just say that I love how you did this breakup?? Because you’ve shown us that they truly do love each other so the fact that he’s cheating on her is a shock.

2) But at the same time you’ve shown us enough cracks in their relationship (Steph, the glasses thing) that it’s not unbelievable or completely out of character. In some ways, even though he’s an asshole and I’m not condoning it at all, it’s kind of understandable. I mean from Sam’s perspective, even though Taylor wasn’t cheating on him and never would, things looked pretty damning. She spends a lot of her spare time with him,

3) he himself has been witness to countless times of Harry flirting with Taylor and she generally flirts back, it’s pretty clear that Harry has deep feelings for her (it seems as if pretty much everyone has picked up on it), there have been numerous times when Harry has stayed over at Taylor’s apartment sleeping in her bed even though he lives right next door. So, whether he actually thought anything was going on with them or if he just figured that’s where things were headed,

4) he reacted by deciding to cheat on her first. Was that in anyway ok?? No, of course not. He’s an asshole. Did Taylor deserve this because there were maybe a few times where she and Harry were a bit too close? Definitely not. As was said earlier in the story, she’s as loyal as a wolf. But what I’m trying to say, and what makes you such a wonderful writer Fiona, is that even if his actions were horrible and wrong and in no way excusable, his motivations were understandable.

5) Alright, now that I’ve got all that out of the way I can actually talk about the chapter! Firstly, let me just say I love the way you’d throw in little references to dates and months so we can kind of get a feel for the timeline of the story. And here, we know that things go wrong with Sam and Taylor in September. I love that the first scene doesn’t immediately break them up but instead we, and Harry, get a little taster of what’s about to come.

6) I’m not actually sure what happens between Taylor and Sam in the first scene. I assume he ends up cancelling on date night which leads to a big fight?? That could possible be a callback to the moment in the first chapter where Sam cancels plans with Taylor which results in her having dinner with Harry. It doesn’t really matter either way because whatever happened, it results in Taylor in tears at Harry’s apartment. Harry of course comforts her.

7) And while things may be happening beneath the surface with them Taylor makes it clear that she is not ready for nor does she want a break up. And while things do go back to normal, it’s only for a short while because then the inevitable happens. I’ve already shared my thoughts on the actual breakup and I don’t want to repeat myself so I’ll just say that I loved that Harry didn’t wait too long to go check on her. She will need some space but she also just needs a hug.

8) Also I love how you made it clear that while Harry may have feelings for Taylor and he may’ve flirted with her, he didn’t want it to result in Taylor getting hurt. Also from the way you’ve described this apartment building, the walls are so thin everyone must just know everyone’s business lol. I love that Harry stays the night with her just to make sure she’s ok. In his perfect world, him waking up with her would be different but at least he can be there to comfort her.

9) The little details that we get about how Taylor is dealing with the break up are so well done too. She’s constantly listening to sad music and she dyed her hair. Classic. I mean I love and hate that you referenced #bleachella. Love because it’s realistic, hate because it reminds me of bleachella. The scene where they tried to get her to go out only ending in Taylor crying and throwing up is so relatable. We’ve all been there.

10) Both as the heartbroken one, and as the friend who has to look after the heartbroken one. But most importantly Harry sticks around through it all. I love, love, love the karaoke bar scene. It’s possibly even better than the first one. The start of the scene is amazing. So much of that sexual tension I love. And Harry’s even flirtier now that she’s properly single. And once they get to the bar things get tense and awkward because SAM SHOWS UP!! THIS IS THE KIND OF DRAMA I LIVE FOR!!

11) When Taylor went over to him I was getting ready for a smackdown but instead we got the best thing ever when she performs the perfect Alanis Morissette song. And Harry is so impressed (and a little bit turned on) and he isn’t even trying to hide it. Also, he’s a douche, but shoutout to Sam for not only staying through Taylor’s song but Harry’s as well where he basically sings about wanting to fuck Taylor lol.

12) I somewhat wish we could’ve had a Harry/Sam smackdown because I live for that kind of drama it probably would’ve been over the top. Also love the little hint at the end that although she may have had a good night, it didn’t mean she was suddenly completely over the breakup. The scene at Harry’s work was cute too. Jared is still (somewhat forcefully) rooting for him and Taylor. But Mallory actually talks some sense. It’s good that Harry hasn’t made a move on her.

13) It’s way too soon for her to be jumping into any other kind of relationship and harry understands that. He also gets to reinforce to his friends, and the readers, that he wants a hell of a lot more from Taylor than just sex. And immediately after that we’re brought to another scene of harry getting himself off while Taylor’s in the shower next door. Irony is a funny thing. Anyway, it leads to a lovely little scene between harry and taylor that is SO full of sexual tension and flirting.

14) Honestly, I think hanging out with the both of them would be awful considering how much sexual tension they have. In this scene, we also get to know their plans for halloween. I love the conversation they have about why they Taylor feels nervous about going to the halloween party. She might slowly be getting over Sam but she’s not ready to be with anyone else yet which is totally fair and it’s good for Harry to know.

15) Also the conversation about masturbation was ace (not to be a perv but a scene where harry overheard her masturbating would’ve been very funny after all the times he heard her with Sam). We get a little flicker of harry’s past as well which I’m looking forward to reading about properly when it happens. Harry and taylor deciding to go the party together is super cute especially because they go in matching costumes!! Which sound amazing btw! The party was so good too!

16) (Ignore my other message, I fixed it) So many nice moments between Harry and Taylor. Especially when he told her that she didn’t need to dress up super sexy to look good. The moment when Taylor sees Sam for the first time is awful. I feel so bad for her. But Harry follows her and says all the right things without ever lying to her. Also the fact that it didn’t take Harry that long to cheer her up shows that she’s definitely not as hurt as she was a month ago.

17) I’m not gonna lie though I would’ve totally loved if they just went full fake-dating au and started like grinding and making out on the dance floor to piss Sam off. It would’ve ruined your amazing slow burn though. Also this line: “Sam didn’t try to call them out, thank god. That was an interaction none of them were interested in having,” I would’ve very much loved this happening but I’m a dramatic ho lol.

18) Loved Taylor and Harry getting progressively more flirty and touchy as the night went along and I really loved the stuff at the very end of the chapter. Just like the very last dialogue. She’s talking about how hot he looks, and calling him charming and the flirting between them is in full force! But then she puts a damper on things by telling him he should find a nice girl for himself.

19) Because while Taylor may not be ready for anything yet it must really hurt for Harry to think that she hasn’t at all considered the possibility of the two of them together. And I mean, she probably has, but from Harry’s perspective it’s really gotta suck that they can spend so much time together, flirt for the majority of it, talk about such deep things, and she still might not get that there’s something more there.

20) Ok, so this is by far the biggest one I’ve done yet. This is probably gonna be like 30 asks rip but I had a lot to say about this chapter. Seriously, this story is so good Fiona. Can’t wait for chapter 6.

oh my gosh this is so long!!! I'm living okay let's go

I didn't immediately have a plan for the break up when I started writing but I knew I had to have a legit reason for their relationship to end since for the beginning half of the story, she's privately thinking she doesn't want to leave a good relationship and end up ruining one of her best friendships, just to end up alone in the end. she really does love sam but harry's confusing and maybe she's not in love with sam as much as she thought she was. while she never completely crossed the line with harry, I wanted to make it believable that sam would think that she either had or would eventually. it was kind of like a well how do you like it when I do it to you thing, which is super petty and gross and she always deserved better ajdkd I'm SO relieved that I actually made it all flow the way I wanted to because I was worried it wasn't going to make proper sense

whenever I write long things like this I always write a timeline so I don't get confused with what happens when and in which chapter (plus I colour code it so I know what I've finished so far which is satisfying!) and I throw specifics in so you reading have a sense of it as well. I feel like any specifics, rather than just being vague all the time, make it sound like I know more what I'm talking about which is always nice!

I had to go back and read the start of this chapter just to make sure but yeah I think that's basically what I was going for! I didn't go into details since she didn't want to talk about it so harry wouldn't know, and the story is centred on him. but I love the messy aftermath omg okay I had to throw bleachella in, it was a look™ and the aesthetic fit perfectly for this part! that second karaoke scene is one of my favourite parts of the entire fic, it was so much fun to write and whenever I listen to either of the songs they sing I still think about it. it was exactly the kind of drama I wanted, she publicly shamed sam in front of a bunch of their friends meanwhile harry is just #thirsty. I thought about doing more between harry/sam but nothing really seemed natural enough for it to work

I ended up reading the rest of this chapter and honestly I'm living!! I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed writing this fic and how flirty they are. it flows so naturally between them, especially during the halloween party when they're loosened up (and sparkly – I'd forgotten their costumes!). even so, I think she was just afraid of losing him as a friend, since he meant a lot to her and she didn't want him to end up as just another one of the guys who loved and left her. and lbr...... she probably did think about him when she was ~alone~ but was more careful about being heard sjdksk

#this is so long i love this #sorry @ everyone who isn't interested ahdjdj #formatting is ruined for asks i don't think i can even throw these under a read more #anyways i loved going back to read this chapter so thank you!!!#anonymous #answered

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I’m seeing the movie tomorrow night, and I’ve been spoiled on about 25% at this point, so there’s a ton I don’t know and am looking forward to seeing. That said, the spoilers I do know got me like

And I need to talk about it before I see the movie and my brain is mush from whatever else crazy happens. So, here be Loki spoilers. Also Loki spoilers. And did I mention Loki spoilers?

EDIT MY READ MORE CUT WORKS ON THE COMPUTER BUT IS NOT SHOWING UP ON MOBILE?? I’M SORRY.

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So obviously I’ve seen the Loki spoilers. I went from peeking out from behind my fingers to full on reading the description of exactly how he dies and on the one hand, I am glad to be prepared emotionally before seeing that in the theater but on the other hand, I wish I didn’t know and more than anything, I wish Marvel hadn’t gone in that direction because it’s so f-ing predictable.

At this point I feel like he should have just stayed dead in The Dark World because, really, has anything he’s done since then been to his benefit – or the fans’, for that matter? In TDW, we got to see Loki acting selflessly, saving Jane and Thor’s lives, “redeeming” himself, as it were, and dying in a heroic blaze of self-sacrificial glory. Yeah. We saw all of that already. Now, since he was brought back, he:

* Pretended to be Odin, wherein Thor:Ragnarok implied he just sat on ass the entire time reveling in his own narcissistic diva-ness,

* Was blamed for Odin’s death, by Thor,

* Was blamed for releasing Hela, by Thor,

* Was thrown through a wormhole AGAIN and ended up on a trash planet where it’s implied that he has to sleep his way to the top, rather than using his brain, intelligence, and cunning to manipulate his way into the GM’s inner circle, which is supposed to be, like, his major skill set,

* Is made to “betray” Thor in the flimsiest way possible, just so Thor can outsmart him and leave him electrocuting and immobile,

* Still returns to Thor’s side to save him and Asgard,

* Only to be put in charge of triggering Ragnarok, after which he

* is called “not so bad” by Thor and doesn’t even get the alluded to thank-you hug, and then he

* gets five minutes of peaceful bro time before Thanos attacks,

* Only for him to be horrifically killed to perpetuate Thor’s revenge journey (I guess that’s the motivation?).

There is nothing in either Ragnarok or IW that doesn’t just shit all over the complex character Tom Hiddleston has so lovingly portrayed. And I’m not one to speculate on the actors’ private lives and emotions, I don’t care that much, but I have noticed that on this press tour, Tom has seemed kind of subdued in comparison to his previous interviews and press events. And it makes sense now because he has to be so fucking done with the way his character has been treated. And also, why is he having to promote this film all over the world, at every press event, when he’s barely in it for ten minutes? WTF kind of logic is that?

But I digress.

So back to Loki. What a waste. I think that’s what upsets me most, is that it’s such a waste of a brilliant character and a loss of so much potential. We could have seen Loki and Thor team up. We could have seen Loki manipulating Thanos. We could have seen the Avengers realizing and acknowledging that Loki was tortured/sent by Thanos. We could have seen such a brilliant, powerful performance. (Don’t get me wrong, I have no doubt Tom did the best he could with what he was given, but the point is, he was given so little.)

But what do we have instead? Ragnarok, for all its Loki flaws, might as well be completely irrelevant now for the fact that the entire plot of saving Asgard didn’t matter a single bit, since they were all slaughtered ten minutes later anyway. Thor has lost everything. Literally everything. At least before, he had Loki.

And Loki. What a travesty of a tragic life. Cast out, raised to be inferior, manipulated, lied to, and betrayed to the point of literally being driven to suicide, only to end up being tortured and then sent on a fool’s errand, and then locked up – by his family - for the rest of his life for crimes that amount to literally “a mere handful [of lives] compared to Odin.” Meeting tragic end after tragic end, appreciated only when he’s deemed useful for some purpose and belittled and ignored otherwise.

Loki is not an innocent character, but he didn’t deserve for his life and death to be so unnecessarily fucking tragic.

What did the Russos accomplish with this? They didn’t do anything remotely original with his character. They didn’t “surprise” or “shock” the fans, or anyone who watched the trailer for that matter. No. I believe that they didn’t know how to handle him, they didn’t want to overshadow their own villain (even though Loki’s not even a villain anymore, but whatever), so instead of bothering with him, they just killed him off.

Congratulations, Marvel, you’ve astounded us, truly. I can’t even comprehend the sheer imaginative scope of your writing skills. This is truly a plot that needed to be so shrouded in secrecy that even the actors didn’t know all the details. Like. I can’t hear myself think over how brilliant you are.

It occurred to me as I was thinking about this, driving to work today, that my personal headcanon might as well be that Loki did it on purpose. Because he so recklessly attacks Thanos and is killed for it. Loki knows Thanos wouldn’t be taken down like that. Loki knows exactly what Thanos is and what he’s capable of, and he was just fucking done. He saw the writing on the wall and nope’d out to be with Frigga in peace rather than get involved with the never-ending clusterfuck of tragedy that was about to befall him. I mean, we know he’s been actively suicidal before. Tom Hiddleston has said he’s not in control of his own mind.

Isn’t that sad, though? That the idea of Loki committing suicide-by-Thanos is actually the more comforting idea (to me, anyway) because at least it gives him a bit of autonomy over his own fate? I don’t know at this point. I’m just. I’m so disappointed. I wanted more. Loki deserved more. Tom Hiddleston deserved more. The fans deserved more.

I’m still seeing the movie. I already bought my tickets. I still have MCU characters I care about. But I’m not here for any of this maybe he faked it, (that’s a goddamn trope at this point), maybe things will be revealed in the next movie, maybe it’ll get fixed but probably not but buy tickets to Avengers 4 anyway on the snowball’s chance in hell that we do right by your faves. I will instead involve myself in what is now AU fic (although Sanctuary is on temporary hold because I don’t have the heart right now, I just don’t) and bask in the comfort of what could have been.

And let me just end this by giving a shoutout to the brilliant fan-fic writers out there whose work shows that you love, understand, and respect Loki far more than Marvel ever did.

In conclusion, I recognize that the Russos have made a decision regarding Loki, but given that it’s a stupid ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.

#loki pokey artichokey #loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston is my favorite unicorn #infinity war #infinity war spoilers #spoilers #iw #iw spoilers #marvel

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panharmonium · 6 years

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apparently folks are doing fanfic writers’ appreciation day today (which i did not even know was a thing but it’s a great idea so!)

so, big shoutout to @padmerrie who is my number one source of fandom content for literally everything, and has been since we were small children printing out lotr fanfiction, writing harry potter au’s, and drawing our own x-men and star wars comics...she writes stuff that is tailor-made for our specific fandom needs and exactly on-point with our personal reads of various characters, AND she writes for everything??? she writes me star wars fic, she writes me teen wolf fic, (and GIVES ME FIC BOOKLETS FOR CHRISTMAS, WHAT) and now she’s writing avatar fanfic, like IS THERE ANYTHING SHE WON’T DO

so big shoutout to all of her gems, including but definitely not limited to:

crackfic!Yarael:

“I just got my speeder back from the shop. You may remember it being vandalized several months ago?”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow and clucked his tongue. “You mean when someone dismantled and reassembled your speeder in the library to make it look like the statue of Master Sharad Hett was about to crash recklessly into a shelf of archives?”

“Wait - what? Now this I gotta hear about,” Vos said, his eye bright with gleeful intrigue. However, Yarael threw up a single finger almost instantaneously, as if to silence any further questioning.

“Yes. That.”

“Ah then, yes, I remember it well. And if I recall correctly, my padawan graciously offered to help you with the repairs.”

“Like I would ever let Skywalker within ten feet of my speeder,” Yarael spat. “Force knows he was probably the one who did it! I’m still not entirely satisfied with the alibi that you provided, might I add.”

most accurate!Derek

[Scott] had been up all night trying to make sense of his physics homework for the fourth night in a row that week, and despite the efforts of his mom and Stiles, who both seemed to have taken it upon themselves to make sure he got through his junior year not by the skin of his teeth, he just wasn’t getting it. Heck, even Derek took a shot at it, after a startling 3 a.m. visit that nearly resulted in a sleep-deprived Scott stabbing him with a pen. It was an uncomfortable ten minutes that ended only when Derek hastily climbed out the window muttering something about his car and needing to get gas.

the BEST NAGROUPIES!!!!! seriously. before the padme book was announced, there was @padmerrie’s fic, and that was my only naboo-crew fix.

“I’m not afraid,” Sabe declared firmly. Her expression was that of deepest trust. Padme looked from her to Panaka, then back. Sabe remained unwavering.

“All right,” Padme sighed, shaking her head, unhappy with the decision.

But Sabe smiled. She turned to Panaka. “Please leave us,” she commanded dramatically, shooing him away with her hand.

Panaka frowned contemptuously. “I believe the Senator is still the only person who gets to make demands around here.”

“It’s been a while since I last impersonated a person of importance. I’m going to need time to brush up on my skills.”

“I don’t think you’ll have much trouble easing back into it.”

the most subtle, delightfully deft, brush of clone wars-worthy dramatic irony/foreshadowing chapter conclusions ever

“Perhaps I can persuade you to reconsider after a glass of wine.” Palpatine settled himself behind the table and sat poised against the high back of his chair, which resembled that of a throne. “How about joining me for dinner tonight? Consider it a farewell meal before you departure after the vote tomorrow.”

“I would love to,” Padme said with a smile, “and thank you.”

“Perhaps you’d care to join us, Master Kenobi,” Palpatine offered.

Obi-Wan, who would rather have shared a cup of tea with a gundark than suffer through an entire meal with the Chancellor, said politely, “I’ll have to check with the Council, but if you don’t mind the intrusion, I’d be honored.”

“The honor is all mine,” the Chancellor said, and he smiled more broadly. “To be graced by Master Kenobi’s presence twice in one day! I daresay if it weren’t for the circumstances, I’d be concerned.”

this lolarious allusion to a generational fashion faux pas obi-wan just can’t seem to shake

Anakin closed the door of his bedroom behind him and went to meet Obi-Wan in the living room. He was already standing at the door pulling on his robes. When he saw Anakin, he raised an eyebrow and looked him over.

“Nice poncho,” he said, eyeing Anakin’s civilian ensemble.

“I found it in the back of your closet,” Anakin retorted.

“I know. I put it there. Are you ready to go?”

BADASS PANAKA SUBDUING A SENATE GUARD

Padme scrambled to her feet, but Panaka was already two steps ahead of her. In one fluid motion, he was at the guard’s side and had grabbed his raised arm, which was preparing to strike again, and twisted it around his back. The rifle fell from the guard’s hand to the ground as he cried out in pain. Panaka maintained a firm grip, despite the painful protests spewing from the unarmed man. When he attempted to pull away, Panaka yanked him against his chest by his twisted arm, causing the guard to let out another pained noise.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Panaka growled in his ear.

“Get off me, leatherhead,” the guard hissed angrily, spit flying from his mouth, but Panaka held him even tighter.

“Make another move and I will pluck every last one of those feathers off your goddamn head.”

“Why, you - “

the best anakin and obi-wan

“I don’t understand how someone like Master Qui-Gon could have been taught under someone like Count Dooku,” he pondered out loud.

Obi-Wan smiled softly. “What about us? You and I are certainly different, are we not?”

“Yes, but you would never stray from the Order,” argued Anakin. His expression was childlike, and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but be pleased at the boy’s remark.

“Perhaps not,” said Obi-Wan, his blue eyes twinkling amusedly. “People change. Jedi too. And even when one has finished their training, the path is not paved for you. Even Jedi become lost, Anakin. But it is our willingness to ask for guidance that brings us back.”

He stared hard at Anakin. The warmth left from his smile was still there, but there was an urgency in his eyes, undetectable to most, but not to Anakin. He gazed back at him and nodded, and as he did so, he thought of bringing up his nightmares about his mother - that perhaps this was the invitation he was looking for.

the obi-wan and padme team that we DESERVED, featuring them being peers who have important conversations and mutually admire and respect each other

“So did this dinner put your mind at ease or make things more complicated?” she asked, eyeing him.

Obi-Wan gave her a sour look. “What do you think?” They walked in silence. It wasn’t until they had reached Padme’s apartment that Obi-Wan spoke again.

“I don’t trust him, Padme,” he stated matter-of-factly, drawing his arms across his chest. He looked so serious, and Padme couldn’t help but smile.

“He’s been my strongest supporter,” she said. “I know his speech tonight was a bit maudlin, but what he said wasn’t untrue. He’s always shown me great respect, even when we’re on opposing councils, which, I admit, feels like a lot lately. But still.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “There’s a falseness to him that I can’t explain. I felt it when I first met him, and it’s grown more palpable over time. You must sense it.”

“It’s hard to tell truth from deceit these days,” Padme said evasively. “Especially when you’re in politics.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “Then you know how easy it is to mask your true intentions.”

literally like i just want to have christmas every day so i can read infinite fic booklets of this stuff

“Do not tell me you’re having second thoughts.”

Scott rocked his head against the seat cushion. “No…I was just thinking about Allison.”

“Of course you were,” Stiles muttered under his breath, gripping his steering wheel bracingly. Scott didn’t seem to hear him.

“She used to say this thing when we were dating. About her dad. ‘Don’t poke the bear.’”

There was a pause, and when no one said anything, he added, “You know, like, don’t bother him.”

Keeping his eyes on the dark, winding road ahead, Stiles replied, “Yeah, I’m not the one failing English, buddy. I got it.”

i.......could just post the entirety of everything she’s written, honestly, but as that won’t fit - happy fanfic writers’ appreciation day to the person who keeps me flush with fic and fandom fun all year long!

#so...you have a sister #she writes like every single day #her writing habits are six thousand percent better than mine #she has DISCIPLINE #(yes padmerrie even when we're lying on the floor complaining about how hard it is to do things YOU STILL DO IT)#and then she GIVES ME FICS like listen i am living a blessed life #here in this house #we said when we were kids that one day we'd live together in an apartment and display our star wars action figures #and guess what #IT HAPPENED #this house is fandom central #and padmerrie keeps the fanfic train chugging #I APPRECIATE HER #AND EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOO

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