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starry-skies-116 · 1 year

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Cassidy and QPP’s!CassEvan Headcanons~:

Her full name is now in my AU Cassidy Zhang Boseman! (in honor of her Blueycapsules Counterpart lol)

She’s Asian (Filipino-Japanese) American, her mother having immigrated from Manila and her Father, half-Japanese and half-caucasian, being from Tokyo. She’s also trilingual, being sufficiently fluent in Japanese and Tagalog with English being her main language!

She has a twin brother named Andrew, and he’s the older twin, despite her being the more sensible, strict and straightforward one.

Both Cassidy and Andrew are 10 years old and have been childhood friends with the MCI gang (+Samantha) and Evan since they were very young, perhaps around their first year of preschool.

Andrew and Cassidy look almost alike except for the assigned gender (AMAB and AFAB respectively). And also, Andrew frequently nicknames Cassidy annoying monikers. Why? Well, it’s just a brother’s duty, I suppose.

Librafluid/Agender Girl intersex AFAB swag we love it- but this is the 80’s, so I think the appropriate label for this time period would be Genderqueer! And of course, Cassidy’s closeted about how she doesn’t really associate herself with her gender besides the she/her pronouns.

Her associated emblem/crest is the Scale of Justice with the Feather of Ma’at on top of it- just like everyone else, her soul and life force/remnant are associated closely with this emblem’s power and meaning, and just as a halved shard of Evan’s spirit bears the triskelion upon his chest during his time tethered to Fredbear, Cassidy bears the same symbol of the scale and feather atop her chest when she takes on a semi-corporeal form as a spirit.

Much like Evan, she’s pan-oriented aroace (aegosexual/nebulasexual and aromantic), and doesn’t understand how romance or relationship hierarchies really works! And asexual and aromantic acknowledgement, let alone terms for the Aspec community, didn’t really exist during the 80’s, so she simply assumes that she’s not interested in people in that way, or that she’s simply ‘too young’, despite everyone else around her age (including her brother) developing crushes.

Cassidy has savant syndrome (hypercalculia) that covers up her OCPD and autism, so her parents aren’t really the best parents for their non-neurotypical children, saying things like ‘why can’t you be normal?’ or ‘you’re just like everyone else, stop being so dramatic!’

Her favorite color is yellow, and her favorite animatronic WAS Springbonnie… at least, before the incident.

Her parents used to make her take a LOT of extracurricular activities and classes, so she would be enrolled in about three programs per year at minimum, one of which would be playing the violin. She has a strange love-hate relationship with the violin- she would be forcing herself to play it, to repeatedly perfect it, drowning herself in the routine to push out her thoughts.

Can we just all say that Cassidy is queerplatonically/alterously MADLY AND UTTERLY in love with Evan and always has been?

She feels a particular type of deep, intimate and unshakeable connection towards Evan due to their similar struggles, and they have an incredibly close kinship unbeknownst to everyone else that only continues to blossom and expand beautifully after their death. She knows Evan struggles with terrible nightmares, and Evan knows her perfectionism, desire for control, anxiety and rituals stems from a personality disorder. Instead of rejecting each other like everyone else has done, they show each other compassion, affection, love and understanding.

Cassidy and Evan LOVE to infodump to each other about various topics! Sometimes they compliment each other on their appearance and their most ‘objectively attractive’ traits. They talk sometimes about the comical absurdity of amatonormativity and allonormativity, homophobia, transphobia and gender roles/expectations that society imposes onto people.

Other times the infodump is about creative writing ideas, DND, astrological and psychological theories, theories about the reasons behind historical events, different types of animals that could’ve theoretically existed in prehistoric times, TV shows and videogames, stuffed animals and books, movies, future plans and possibilities and events, philosophical questions, and much, MUCH more. They’re incredibly chatty, affectionate and lovey-dovey (platonic) around one another.

Sometimes they chat about paganism, goetic demons and angels and casual worship/witchcraft and theology and gnosticism/other religions just to scare their conservative, mostly Christian community of Hurricane lol-

When Evan and Cassidy get to fourth grade, they start showing each other gestures of physical affection, as well as paying each other visits that society in the 80’s would consider ‘romantic courting’.

They start hugging each other, occasionally giving each other kisses on the cheek, forehead, nose, etc. They also start performing secret handshakes and small fistbumps as greetings, occasionally calling each other petnames (the most common ones being ‘Ev’ and ‘Cass’), cuddling and snuggling up against each other on the school bus and when reading/writing/sitting next to each other in general, they’d pass more notes to each other than anyone else in their friend group, and cutest of all they’d bring each other GIFTS!

They would bring each other bouquets of yellow roses, blue hydrangeas and lilies (Evan hates the smell of roses but can make an exception for yellow ones since they’re basically eye candy), and they would also bring each other goody baskets full of sweets, new clothes, homecooked meals their parents would make, toys, books, brooches, figurines and fake jewelry, and one time they even gave each other matching friendship bracelets!

Cassidy knows that Evan sometimes forgets to eat entirely so she brings him food, most often authentic Filipino or Japanese cuisine so he looks forward to eating a bit more. They also sometimes just… visit each other and just spend quality time together like two platonically-in-love kiddos always do, but they can never call each other because William put the phone in a place where Evan’s not tall enough to reach it, and Cassidy isn’t allowed to use the phone without supervision.

Naturally both Evan’s and Cassidy’s siblings poke and prod fun at them for ‘having a crush’ and their only response back is for them to get out of here with that lukewarm take. Their relationship transcends the boundaries of what friendship and romance means. Yeah, they love each other in their own way that’s not ‘crushing’ on each other, so what of it?

In the Alive!AU, Evan begins to attend therapy after the incident and takes medication- by the time they get to 8th grade, he and Cassidy are in a straight-passing relationship that they dictate on their own. They plan to live with each other and adopt kids of their own, maybe even two dogs. They frequently go on dates and end up living together as roomates in college! (They have to stage a marriage just as an excuse to hang out and devour all the food there).

Their relationship even in my main AU only continues to blossom and grow after death, and they end up reuniting and living a happy life together with Evan/Gregory’s siblings at the end post-Security Breach.

All in all, they are sUCH a queerplatonic power couple that breaks every single definition of a relationship. 10 x 326^230/10.

#FNAF Cassidy #Evan Afton (CC/BV)#Cassidy Zhang Boseman #agender #aroace #asexual #aromantic #aspec #Andrew FNAF #FNAF Headcanons #qpr #queerplatonic #OCPD #cluster b #autism #these two <3 #I love them

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yeojaa · 3 years

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come over, pt. i

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. this is pwp. smut in the forms of: kissing, oral (m/f), fingering, deepthroating, hickeys, protected sex. use of the pet name shy girl. wc. 6.2k. beta reader. @hobi-gif and @snackhobi aka the loves of my tiny life. author note. this is an adaption of an rp with my beloved @velvetwicebang. while the writing is all my own, i owe so much to loma for inspiring me and being such a wonderful partner. 💛 if you enjoy this, feedback goes a long way. tysm for reading! (and yes, there will be a second part.)

You’ve been friends for thirteen months, classmates for another three before that. You’ve worked on countless projects together, watched him fall off a roof, and have had to bail him out of campus security’s grubby little hands. Your friendship is easy, based on mutual suffering in Professor Kim’s class and long study dates spent in the library. He smuggled you chocolates in his pockets and you brought iced coffee to the 8 a.m. lecture you shared.

You’re not sure why you’re riddled with uncertainty now then, every nerve ending shot, lit up bright like the still-up mini Christmas tree sitting in the corner of your dorm room. (You know you should take it down but it’s so cute, slouched ever with a tiny gold star-shaped bell hanging from the end.).

Spending time with Jungkook was normal - a part of your weekly routine - but then again, you hadn’t somehow developed a weird little crush on him until recently.

(If you think hard, you could probably pinpoint it to a night a few weeks ago when he looked particularly good, fluffy powder puff of hair stripped of shadow and gleaming gold beneath the warm lecture lights. You’d never had a thing for blonds but he made it look good - surprising you when he’d dropped into his seat beside you and winked in response to your surprise.)

(It’s something you can't tear your thoughts from now, that infuriatingly charming smile burnt into your retinas. It sits at the forefront of your mind, stealing your attention from the movie that's playing on the television hung across from your bed. One of those blockbuster flicks, because who didn’t love gratuitous action and lens flares?)

A hand reaches for the chip bowl propped between you - homemade chex mix, because you’ve been obsessed with the recipe since discovering it a few weeks ago - and you flinch away when it brushes the hand that's already in there.

"Sorry!" You squeak before coughing, a quick-witted (but not altogether believable) attempt at hiding the sudden heat that flares across your cheeks. The same hand disappears between your knees, fingers curling into the soft throw laid over your legs. You tell yourself to relax at least three times before speaking, peeking at your companion from beneath a fringe of sleep-tousled strands. “Stop stealing all my chips.”

The boy beside you only grins, tosses that lazy smile in your direction before turning his attention back to the explosion on the screen, entire expression lit up by the fireworks that explode in flashes of colour.

You think you’ve gotten away with it - that he hasn’t noticed - and then he’s speaking again, pointedly staring forward, seemingly unbothered. (You know better though. Jungkook’s infuriating like that, picking up on all the little things despite the fact that he’s a dumb boy, too good at reading between the lines when he barely studies.)

“You’re blushing.”

The callout is, well, uncalled for.

You choose to ignore him at first, opting to shove two chocolates past your lips. They’re unbearably sweet, minty and cold - your favourite - and the richness spills across your tongue, eliciting a soft hum as your teeth buzz from the sugar. (Note to self: thank Jungkook for the chocolate later.)

“You’re blushing,” you retort once you’ve swallowed, cheeks puffed out and a dent gathering between your brows. “I’m just—“ Hand waves wildly - nearly hits him in the face with how wobbly it is - and you pretend-glare at him, faux affront laid in spades. “—hot.”

It comes snappier than you mean it to, spoken in something close to a pout. You aren’t actually. The campus is notorious for having garbage heating, floorboards more akin to packed snow in the dead of winter. It’s just annoying. You refuse to be another one of those girls.

(Not that there’s anything wrong with said girls. It’s more an issue with Jungkook, stupidly handsome and charming and far too popular for his own good. People already told you all about Jungkook’s escapades - even though you often heard them from him firsthand and in gruelling detail. One of the downsides to being friends with someone who, for all intents and purposes, carried the title of campus heartthrob.)

“Pay attention to the movie.” The same hand reaches for the mix again, careful to avoid brushing his this time. You think you’ve succeeded, snatching up a piece of pretzel, morsel halfway to your mouth when it drops to your lap.

The same lap that suddenly has a hand on it, palm warm over your knee.

If you’d thought your nerve endings were shot, now you knew they were. Every inch of skin was on fire - heat shooting up your spine and over your neck the moment his hand comes in contact with bare skin. Damn your need for comfort, damn your choice to wear shorts, damn his freaking hot tattooed hands—

You almost yell at him. The sound’s on the tip of your tongue when you bite down, stare trained wholly on the movie and the blood that splatters across the screen..

Really, you shouldn't be surprised. You’ve known Jungkook for nearly two years - okay, not quite. You’ve heard all the rumours about him, the whispered words that sound something like playboy and flirt and be careful. You know and yet you’ve found yourself in this situation, desperately trying to figure out what the hell is going through his mind as you stare straight ahead, refusing to move a muscle.

His profile is picture perfect from your periphery; he's focused too, acting like he's done nothing wrong. Sly as a fox, as always.

“Still blushing,” he repeats conversationally, as if he’s commenting on the colour of the sky or how cold it is in your room. Not as if he’s got a hand where it shouldn’t be, ink spilling over his skin in pretty patterns, burning the shape of it where he touches.

"I didn't blush.” It’s a retort made for only argument’s sake and even then, without weight. Feather soft and feeble in an attempt to keep your voice level. It's hard when you’re burning up, a livewire settled where you feel him. "I'm not blushing."

It's a lie - you can feel the flush, embarrassment flooding from your cheeks all the way down over your chest. It’s an inferno beneath your skin, lava coursing through your veins.

It spreads further and further, blooms somewhere new when his hand drifts lower, tracking across the soft inner of your thigh. Doesn’t cease even when his hand does, palm firm over your leg, the ghost of a touch passing so close to your core you can’t help but jolt. It’s as if he’s rearranged your pieces, mixed them all up. A brush of his finger over your clothed entrance feels like it hits you right in the chest, snaps your heart to attention. It roars to life, thundering madly, pulse erratic when he repeats the gesture, with that much more pressure.

You’re dripping, you realise to your horror, cotton of your thong sticking to your skin, grey of your shorts made darker by the arousal that spills over the one not-so-innocent digit.

A part of you wants to run from the room. Nearly do, heart hammering in your chest when Jungkook's face is suddenly too close, the warmth of his breath stifling against your neck. It feels good, anticipation and desire fizzing in your stomach like fountain pop. (The movie theatre kind, that’s somehow flat and too bubbly all at once.)

"Kook." You mean to say it reproachfully, with a hand pushing his wrist away. Instead it comes out like a whisper, a soft sigh of his name that sounds almost needy, laced with worry and anticipation that makes you want to tear your own hair out. Fingers remain locked around bone, other hand digging into the blanket and the linen beneath it, searching desperately for some form of composure beneath the material.

For the first time, you hazard a glance - know it’ll be bad for your own well-being - dropping your stare to where his hand rests. (You have to admit - you like the sight of those tattoos, a stark contrast to the unblemished softness.)

Like it almost as much as his kisses, the first of which lands exactly where you want it most. Delicate, polite, right on the junction of your jaw. A sigh escapes before you can help it. "Shy girl,” he coos, teasing in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.

“I’m not shy,” you huff - try to, anyway, around the kaleidoscope of butterflies that are threatening to choke you. "We're watching a movie." You’re trying to redirect his attention, even as you’re desperate for it, even as you think you’d give your whole heart for it.

You’re this close to combusting, eyes widening the moment he extracts his hand and tucks it back into the bowl of chips. A part of you wants to yell at him - for starting this in the first place but mainly for leaving you high and dry, turned on and soaking through your underwear.

(It’s not fair, but then again, you’d never expected them to be. You’ve seen the rules Jungkook plays by - namely those of his own creation. Term paper due the next morning? He’d somehow pull it out of his ass that night. Break something at a house party? He’d be let off with a smile and a wave, those doe eyes of his utterly lethal when paired with his pout.)

“Watch the movie then.” He sounds almost bored, utterly unbothered as he seamlessly slips back into the proper role of friend, classmate, study partner.

"Let's." Without tossing another glance in his direction, you stare straight ahead, own hand delving for snacks. So what if you very purposely brush your fingers against the pieces he's just touched, popping the pieces into your mouth before slotting your thumb against your tongue, cheeks hollowing around to suck the last bits of salt and butter off.

Despite your nerves - you’re hoping he's watching - you readjust, bringing knees up, crossing legs until one is resting atop his own thick thigh. The full of your bottom lip disappears between your teeth, worried to within an inch of its life as you shift beside him, seemingly manoeuvring your shorts into their rightful position.

(You’re not. They’re hitched higher than they were, barely worthy of the title of shorts, more akin to a belt. So revealing it’s almost uncomfortable, wet of your arousal sticking them to your skin.)

(Two could play this game.)

(Maybe him better than you, but still.)

You know what you’re doing and yet you’re somehow surprised when he’s suddenly disappeared from your side and situated himself in front of you, eating up too much of the space on your small double bed. “What’re you—“ The question disappears in the same moment he does, unable to track his movements when Jungkook slips forward, pressing his mouth over yours.

You’ve kissed a lot of people. (Okay, not a lot, but enough.) You were a senior in college, where kissing was like talking and fucking happened more often than dating.

You’ve never kissed Jungkook before.

Why hadn’t you?

His lips are terribly soft, pink and pouted, slanting across yours as if he’s trying to devour you. There’s no semblance of delicacy, nothing gentle and sweet like those brushes against your neck. They’re forceful, demanding payment in full when his tongue glides over the seam, seeking entrance despite the fact that you think he might’ve slipped in anyway.

There’s not a single wall he couldn’t break down, not a lock he couldn’t pick. Not with how he moves, purposeful and reassured, tongue sliding over yours, sucking it into his mouth as if it’s something he does every day. (Which it very well could be - just not with you.)

“Shy girl,” he repeats with a mouth filled with affection, praise that pours over you honey sweet and sticky. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

The thing is, you’re not pretending. You’re half-afraid this entire moment is going to explode into a thousand pieces, a dream shattered by reality. You hope it doesn’t. Couldn’t bear it when he feels so nice, hand spanning your waist, tucked beneath the safety of your shirt and the fleece blanket between you.

“I’m not.”

“Oh?” There’s something in his eyes, something that coils heat in the pit of your stomach. You swear you can see the devil sitting on his shoulder, gleeful little smile rearranging his features. “Do I make you nervous, ____?”

Did he? Of course he did. Had, even before you’d known him.

(You’d grown comfortable, though. Found a way to separate the popular heartthrob from your friend.)

But you’ve lost your marbles, gone certifiably insane when you make a noise that sounds nothing like you. Because you’re once again far too interested in the way Jungkook’s touching you, manhandling you as if you’re some sort of puppet. It really shouldn’t turn you on so much, slick coating your bare thighs when he guides you onto your back, pushes you back against your too many pillows.

He’s your friend and he’s told you all about the way he fucks girls until they can’t walk.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want the same treatment, though.

The moment Jungkook’s mouth finds your skin - sensitive and soft and so close to your soaked core - you keen, hands immediately flying into his silky head of hair. It threads between your fingers like fine silk, filaments of gold overlaid in colour by the movie that still plays.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, entire body arching off the back of the bed in an effort to bring some form of relief. You can’t help the heat that burns your cheeks or how you sound, begging and pleading as you tug gently at his blond roots. “Don’t tease me.”

You’re not asking very nicely but you figure Jungkook will give in. It’s his fault, after all.

His fault - which you don’t mind when he hooks fabric aside and drags his tongue across your slit, the flat of his tongue arching your back from the bed. Can’t mind when he does it again, rounded nose bumping against your clit. You’re trying to stay just a little bit decent, moans soft and caught between your teeth. You’re practically biting a hole through your lip in an effort to stay quiet, hands curled into fists. Gold spills between them and you imagine it hurts but he doesn’t stop, only works harder to drive you crazy.

Of course he’s good at this. Too good, if you’re being honest.

You’re dripping, legs trembling in his firm, unyielding grip. There's molten heat building in your stomach, creeping up your spine, and with each pass of his tongue over your sensitive core, it only expands. You want more - need it - and almost beg when he catches your clit between his teeth. A breathy baby spills out on accident when your eyes meet, gaze half-lidded.

It’s bad for your health, how good he looks right now, chin slick, lips rubied and pretty like jewels. “Shy girl sounds so pretty.”

There's something about his praise that completely ruins you, the words dragging a delighted, sexpot moan off your tongue. You want him to tell you how pretty you are now and later, over and over.

You want to be his pretty girl.

"I want you. I need more," you whine, hips rutting desperately, slick messy across your thighs and shining across Jungkook's mouth. He smiles then - brighter than the sun, utterly radiant, so devastatingly handsome you swear your brain short circuits - and then he’s doing exactly as you’ve asked.

He eats you out like it’s an art form, flicking his tongue over your clit with practiced precision, sucking the pearl between his lips. When he grazes his teeth over it - just the lightest pressure - you jolt, the feeling of a finger sliding into you stealing the breath from your lungs.

He’s always had nice hands, big broad palms and long fingers. They reach places you could never hope to, stretching you deliciously when he sinks another in alongside the first, exploring you with ease. The sting is slight, the fullness overriding any pain, further dulled by the suction of his mouth on your clit.

He even hums when he finds the spot he’s been looking for, hooking his fingers against it and pressing. (You swear you see stars; you know you feel him smile, lips spread like butter over your skin when you sob.)

You can’t help yourself, writhing and moaning, trying to ride his face with a desperation that has your chest heaving. It feels so good to have him between your legs. You almost miss the appearance of his other hand - in view for but a moment before it disappears past the waistband of his sweats. Dark as they are, pitch black like most of his clothing, it’s impossible to miss the way he touches himself. It has you even needier, pussy clenching at the thought of him fisting his own hard cock.

“Do you want a hand?” You ask as if you’re doing him a favour and not salivating at the prospect, eyes wide, blinking down at him from behind thick lashes.

“Fuck.” He’s sin incarnate, undeniable when he sheds his sweats, kicks them off with just one hand, other still slotted snug against your pussy. He never ceases his movements, fucking you on his fingers even as he sits upright, leaned back on his calves. “You want a taste? Shy girl wants a big fat cock in her mouth?”

There's something about hearing him so turned on, the expletive shooting a dizzying bolt of desire straight between yours legs. You’ve seen Jungkook worked up - he was awfully competitive, after all, dominating most intramural sports, breaking PR records in the gym - but it's something else completely when he's making you drip cum all over his hand.

"Wow.”

Jungkook's cock is pretty, flushed and glossy from the pre-cum he spreads with his thumb, massaging over the tip like it owes him something.

You want to taste it.

A contented hum rolls off your tongue at his question, though you don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. His ego's big enough without it and you’re much more interested in stroking something else. Still, you lean into his palm, nuzzling your cheek against the warmth of it when he threads his hand through your hair, gathering it in his fist.

Then without looking away, your mouth falls open, tongue peeking past your lips to lick a fat stripe up the length of his cock, from base to tip. It's hot and heavy on your tongue, the salty taste of his pre-cum better than candy. You hum again, swirling your tongue around the head, and keep your gaze locked with Jungkook's, almost smirking when you drag your tongue over his fingers, gently grazing the edge of your teeth against the pad of his thumb.

“Please.” You’re usually far more reserved, not the kind to ask for more until you’re three months into dating and certain of where you stand. You simply can’t help yourself now, the feeling of your own wetness painting your skin, making you clench around nothing. "I need it."

The groan that comes sounds more like Christmas, a gift given by Santa Claus himself. It filters into your ears and has you grinning up at him, not even bothering to hide the pride that flutters your lashes and has you pursing your lips around the head of his cock.

When he speaks again, it’s dangerously quiet, low in his throat, laced with whatever same emotion that seems to shackle your limbs. “Open up, ____,” he instructs, though he offers little time to adjust, guiding his cock forward, stuffing your mouth full. “Show me how bad.”

You don’t mind. If you were to speak, it’d practically be a prayer, tongue tracing the veins that run the length. A chorus of yes please more when he takes just as much as he gives. You love the power that comes with Jungkook speaking so filthily, drunk on it when he continues, spewing filth in time with each rock of his hips.

Lips seal around the swollen head each time he withdraws, cheeks hollowing around the tip. Tongue passes over his fingers again before your hand rises, fingers curling around his wrist to pull his own away. (You probably shouldn't - it's too romantic - but thread your fingers through his in the same instant you sink down upon his cock, taking him halfway before pulling off with a pop!)

"Do you think you'll last long enough to fuck me?" You’re pushing his buttons on purpose, just like he had yours during the movie.

Something close to a snarl comes, a growl that reverberates out of that big cavernous chest of his, and he grips your hair tighter, tries to hold you still as he grins down at you. The expression is so at odds with the warmth in his eyes, the boyish tilt of his head.

You repeat the motion again and again, taking him a little bit deeper until the head brushes the back of your throat, reflexively swallowing around the intrusion. He's still so long and thick you haven’t even taken him all, drooling around his length, breathing through your nose and pushing past the desire to gag. Then you relax your jaw just a little more, humming when your nose brushes the neatly groomed patch of hair at his base.

Your free hand slinks across his thigh, nails digging into the meat, delighted by the flex of muscle and sinew beneath your hand. He's so hard, both on your tongue and beneath your touch. It prompts you to shift forward just a bit more - you can feel the slick on your thighs, dripping down onto the sheets with each movement - and trace across his thigh to gently palm his balls.

If you could speak, you’d probably ask for more. For Jungkook to use and abuse your throat as much as he wants. As it stands, you can only moan around him, spit and his pre-cum smeared over your lips.

“Look at you.” He’s talking to himself, lost in his own world as he fucks into your mouth, soothes the pad of his thumb over your cheek. You adore the way he sounds now, dazed and a little messed up. “Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, ____.”

You can’t do much more than look up at him, batting your lashes when he compliments you, dragging your tongue everywhere you can reach as the head of his cock batters the back of your throat. It's not an easy feat, drool all the way down your chin, trailing down your neck and staining the silk of your camisole.

At some point, you’ll need to pull off - get a proper breath of air - but not now. Instead, you swallow around him, savouring the feeling of him filling your mouth, and squeeze gently at his balls. When you wink up at him, it's half-hearted and with moisture in your eyes, lining lashes in the form of little gemstones.

You do it again and again, moaning lewdly around his cock before it gets too much, pulling off of him with a gasping breath and tears down your cheeks. “Is it my turn yet?” You’re only half-joking, made needier by the soreness in your throat, the same you want to feel so desperately between your legs. Pressing a sweet, chaste peck to his head, tongue dipping into his slit to gather the pre-cum that leaks out, you offer the sweetest smile you can, saccharine sweet and soft.

“Your turn?” The way Jungkook snorts is derisive, playful. It pulls straight off his tongue - which finds yours, swapping spit as he guides you back to the bed. Teeth collide, lips grown swollen by the intensity of your kiss, and you startle when he nips hard at the bottom petal. “I thought you were shy.”

“I am,” you retort, returning the gesture, biting into the curve of his jaw with surprising repose. Colour blooms beneath the edge of enamel, a smattering of colour that makes you smile, eager to leave more.

Which you would do, if Jungkook weren’t stripping before you, peeling his shirt from his front, tugging it over his head in that weirdly hot way that somehow all boys did. It reveals skin in a single fluid pull, clothing discarded to the side before he levels you with a smile of his own, one that stirs to life the dimple in his cheek, eyes squinting with the intensity of his delight. He looks deceptively sweet this way, nothing like the demon who’d just stuffed his cock down your throat.

You’re not sure which version of him you like best.

Seeing him now, dressed in nothing but that absurd, devilishly handsome grin of his, you’re not prepared. You’re unsure where to look, gaze bouncing between the tattoos that crawl up his arms and span over his left pec, down the neatly defined ridges of his abs, and all the way back to his swollen, shiny cock.

“You’re drooling.” Of course it’s something he’d say - because he always knows what to say, plucking perfect words from thin air. The casual banter calms the rattle in your chest and refocuses it on his face that’s too close, looming over yours as his hands make quick work of your clothes, shedding the fabric from your form with deft, measured movements.

You’re ready to say something teasing - anything to distract from the fact that you’re still ogling him - when he catches you in another kiss, softer this time, infinitely sweeter. Suddenly, you’re shy - which really makes no sense, given what’s transpired.

"Don't make fun of me," you mumble, as bashful as you were during the movie, embarrassment burning across your cheeks. Arms rise to cover what little of your chest you can, folding around his broad palms that encompass them whole, tweaking at the straining buds.

“I’m not,” Jungkook reassures against your lips, face dropping into the crook of your neck. He nuzzles against you, sucking affection into the column of your throat, shamelessly laying a wreath of lust into the delicate skin. You wonder whether he can hear the stutter of your pulse, the reaction his next words elicit. “You’re pretty when you do it.”

You can’t quite pull your eyes away from his face, shrouded in lemon tart, so good-looking it’s unfair; his broad back and the muscle that threads it, undulating with each movement; or the way his thighs flex between your spread knees. You’re dragged through heaven and hell by the brush of his lips, each glide overstimulating your senses to the point of no return. You’re still burning up, all the foreplay leaving your legs like jelly, cunt dripping with need. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

Probably not the best thing to say with the position you’re in but the reality of the situation is hitting you and you’re feeling a little vulnerable. Want an answer that’ll soften the sharp edges of his teeth, the intoxicating glint in his stare.

“No, just you.” Whether it’s true or not, you can’t say for certain. You hope it is - wish upon a star for it, laying all your hopes and dreams into the constellations in his eyes. They’re lovely, winking down at you from the darkest depths, guiding you home.

You don’t mean to scoff - really, you don’t. It comes of its own accord, spilling forth like a glass too full.

“You don’t believe me?” He sounds almost offended, the picture of innocence when he reaches down, hand scrambling about for pooled black fabric. Comes back up with a packet between his index and middle finger, held aloft like a prize.

How can you when he’s ready to devour you whole, primed to feast as he rolls the condom over his length, stroking himself once, twice, gaze never wavering from where it rests between your legs.

“Always prepared.” It’s scathing but somehow tender, too mesmerised by the way he fucks into his loose fist. You’d say more - maybe make a flippant comment about his reputation - but can’t find the words when he’s teasing you, swollen head tapping teasingly over your core. It feels like too much, leaves you breathless when he hikes your legs up and nearly folds you in half.

When he presses into you, the sound you make is sinful, a moan you can’t help. Jungkook’s so fucking big you’re sure you’re about to split in half, pussy clenching tight around the sudden intrusion. “Oh my god,” you whine, hands coiling into his hair, trying desperately to relax, the sting of the stretch battling the pressure that builds as he sinks further in. “You’re so big. I c-can’t—” You’re starting to babble nonsense and he hasn’t even begun moving yet, lips hot over the sweat-slick column of his throat when he bows, burning his presence into the grace of your neck. A hickey of your own creation blooms right where your mouth is, right over his shoulder. The salt of his skin distracts you, makes it easier to accommodate the fullness. “You feel so good, Kook.” You rock experimentally beneath him, clenching tight as if to draw him deeper. “Please, move,” you beg, aiming to form another bruise beneath his skin.

The first thrust chases all the breath from your lungs, a gasp ricocheting off your tongue and into the minimal space between you. He's absurdly big, stretching you out so well that every stroke feels like heaven. When he pushes back in, snaps his hips in that easy, effortless motion of his, you’re making the most obscene noises, words lost to his hair as he lavishes your tits with attention.

B-big! is all you manage to squeak out. It sounds like that, anyway. With how he's filling you, it's hard to speak coherently; you can practically feel him in your throat. (Or maybe that's just from choking on him earlier. You’re not really sure.)

Hands find their way around his neck, over his shoulders, periwinkle-painted nails leaving light etchings in their wake. They bloom colour over his back - not too hard, careful still, motor skills barely functioning - before you tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him recklessly close as the pressure builds and builds, flooding your abdomen in heat.

There’s slick all across your thighs. You can hear the wet sounds each time Jungkook slips almost all the way out and then rocks back in. It's terribly messy and so hot but you’re greedy, drunk off the feeling of having this Adonis break you in half. "Harder, p-please." Eyes wide, you tug gently at the soft strands at the nape of his neck, meeting his with a flutter of your lashes. "Please?"

He acquiesces without hesitation, fucks you harder, deeper, like an animal in a rut. Grinds against you with each thrust, pushing you to your limits. Even has the audacity to push further, until the strain in your hips conflicts with the pleasure skipping up your spine, melting you into a boneless mass.

You’ve never felt like this, stretched out and used. You’re used to gentle lovers, sweet - if not boring - lovemaking. The way Jungkook's pounding into you is unheard of and you’re loving it, his name whimpered on a feedback loop. A steady Kook, Kook, Kook that twinkles in your ears, inarticulate and pleading as you rock shamelessly against him.

“You like that, ____?” It’s a question for his own ego, something he knows but asks anyway. (It’d be impossible not to know the answer when your cunt’s sucking him in, coating his cock in a pretty sheen.)

You’re nodding dumbly, breathless, eager to meet him each time he snaps forward. (It’s not easy like this, practically prone beneath him, twisted into a pretzel.) "Like it so m-much. Feels so good.” You can’t stop smoothing open mouthed kisses over his fluffy hair, basking in the sunshine that radiates off him.

There's an ache starting between your legs, pussy swollen around his thick length. You’re grateful for your natural flexibility, the hot yoga sessions you’d entertained on-and-off for years. You’re sure you’d feel it in your legs too, knees pushed all the way up by your ears, if not for that.

But still, you’re defenceless, made to experience each and every thing he has to offer: every vein and ridge, the head of his cock reaching so deep it's almost too much. With each stroke, Jungkook’s brushing against the sensitive spot that has pleasure skyrocketing, blossoming like a rose garden in spring. "R-right there," you manage, rolling your hips purposefully, nearly crying each time he brushes against your g-spot.

“Right there?” He parrots it back, infuriating and adorable, the teasing tenor dripping over you like raindrops. They settle beneath your skin, sinking into your bones as he rears back just enough, enough to steal a kiss that’s far more tongue than it needs to be.

It’s almost as if he’s trying to drown you, sink you beneath high tide.

Spit descends down your chin, trails over your neck and it’s a little gross but you don’t care. The attention he’s giving is shameless, passed over your cheeks, your throat, your breasts. He gives and gives, both with his lips and the praise that comes unfettered. “Perfect,” he hums, sucking your nipple into his mouth, worrying the bud until it’s straining and puffy, too sensitive when he kisses you again and your own thigh brushes against it. You whimper at the feeling, pulling softly at his hair, unsure whether you want less or need more. “So sensitive. Such a shy girl. Such a pretty girl.”

Every word of praise has you beaming, nearly purring with delight despite the pain that comes when he puts you through the same once more, laving over the other bud with abandon. He's sweat-slick, beads of it running down his neck, over the mosaic of bruises you’ve left behind. It's almost embarrassing how dark his throat is coloured, a dozen reminders left all over his skin.

(You wonder how long they’ll last, how many days will pass as the colour shifts, changing like autumn leaves. Whether they’ll still be there at your next lecture, if he’ll wear them with pride or cover up beneath one of his big baggy sweaters.)

(You hope it’s the latter.)

(Maybe he’ll let you give him more.)

(Maybe he—)

There’s a change of pace and you’re crying out, hiccupping with each thrust, the head of his cock finding your g-spot with unbearable, unrelenting precision. Clawing at his arms, long nails digging into the firm muscle of his biceps, something between a sob and a plea rolls off your tongue, over and over. "So big. It's too m-much.” And yet you don’t want him to stop, punch drunk from the way he reaches deep and pulls you tighter against him, hips risen off the bed.

You’re begging again, eyes rolled so far back in your head you can hardly focus, the coil in your stomach pulled so tight you know it's about to snap. When Jungkook laughs - a sweet giggle that proves his duality - you clench almost painfully, tears finally spilling over.

One last brush against your most sensitive spot, one last thrust of that monster cock, and you’re peaking, coming so intensely you feel as if you’re soaring. Everything's suddenly so much more wet, release soaking into the linens beneath you, coating your thighs and his legs and dripping between you.

You’ve never come like this before, without some sort of direct stimulation on your clit. It’s pleasurable in a different way, severing all your sensibilities, explosive in its magnitude. It tingles beneath your skin, flooding all your senses.

"Kook—please—come for me.” You’re rocking up, forward - trying to, at least, folded as you are - singing his name, pleading for him to fuck his cum into you (momentarily ignorant to the fact that you’ve been responsible, a thin wall of latex separating you from your fucked out fantasy).

Despite the sensitivity, you’re clenching around him, eager to bring him to his own high. You want to feel him come apart above you, eroded into a mess like you are.

He’s just as pretty reaching his peak as he is at any other time, handsome face screwed up as if he’s reached nirvana, bliss slacking his features the longer he rides it out, bucking into you as he fills the condom and still doesn’t stop. It’s almost unbearable, oversensitivity spilling into pleasure until he leisurely grinds to a halt, stops the inconsistent pressure against your bundle of nerves, the assault on your fluttering walls.

When he collapses against you, whole face squished between the valley of your breasts, you can’t help but laugh, the sound breathless and endeared. “Are you okay?” You don’t mind where he is, weight comforting, skin sticky on yours. He’s unbelievably warm - a blanket fresh from the wash and yet so much better, lulling you into a sense of security.

“Better than okay,” he murmurs against your chest, smothering open-mouthed kisses over skin, snickering when you jolt at the feel of his teeth over your nipple one last time. “You’re welcome.” It’s an indulgent, facetious expression of gratitude, one that you haven’t asked for. You laugh all the same, ducking your head into the crown of spun gold atop his head.

“You too.”

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masterthespianduchovny · 3 years

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Some people gon be mad at me, but I gotta say it...

Some Scully fans don't understand Scully or her relationship/feelings with/for Mulder.

Scully's relationship with Mulder is this utterly pure thing that is grounded by how much she genuinely cares, respects, and supports him as a person. When you understand Scully's perception of Mulder in this view, seeing her as some long suffering woman doesn't make any sense.

Most of the time Scully sacrifices or choosing Mulder isn't based on romantic feelings, it's based in moral and ethical values and what she holds important. The show sets this up early.

In Squeeze, Tom asks "who's side are you on" and Scully says, "the victim."

This coincides with the side Mulder is on.

Tom was obstructing the case due to his on bias and hatred of Mulder. Despite Mulder's pettiness, Scully understands that Mulder will always prioritize the victim. She chose justice (Mulder) over pettiness (Tom).

When Scully declines a second date with the single father, she's choosing knowledge and curiosity over romance and her personal life.

Interestingly enough, Mulder never asked her to choose him. He's always asked her to be honest about the truth, but he never put her in that situation to prioritize him over her own professional goals or personal life. In fact, he would've understood if she did and said as much.

So when I say some Scully fans don't understand Scully, I'm not being insulting or intentionally rude, I'm saying they're overlooking small character moments that inform her characterization throughout the series.

Scully was not only a workaholic, she LOVED her work. And there wasn't just an obligation to Mulder, it was to the victims as well. I often think about how in this universe, if Mulder and Scully hadn't investigated these cases, either no one would've or it would've never been solved. It must've been something Scully also thought about as well.

Scully mentioned a few times that she joined the FBI to make a difference. Not for prestige or make a name for herself, but to make a difference. She didn't throw away her career for Mulder, she was exactly where she wanted to be. Those other cases handled by mainstream agents were always going to be investigated and solved (if possible), but x file cases?

There's a reason Mulder was called from bumfuck, Kansas or backwoods, West Virginia. There was no one else. Her and Mulder were the only two who took these things seriously.

But also, Scully genuinely genuinely cared for Mulder. Not because she wanted to fuck him, thought he was hot, or really wanted to date him. She enjoyed him as a person. Like truly. After working with him, understanding this beliefs, and meeting many victims, the x files became her passion project too. She attached herself to Mulder because there was no one alive she respected more than him. Someone who stood by their convictions regardless of what others thought to the betterment of people besides him.

He had his flaws, but the great parts of Mulder truly outshined the worst parts of him.

People often overlook how much the x files and her experience changed Scully. The deadpan, straight to the point Scully we know and love came to fruition in season 5. Believe me, I checked. Remember, Scully used to be goofy, open, and free. Then she was abducted, given cancer, kidnapped, sister killed over mistaken identity, etc. That changes a person.

But none of this is Mulder's fault. Mulder changed her in the best way possible. He opened her mind up and challenged her--it was intellectual. Those other things I mentioned made Scully pull within herself and close off. It made her guarded. So suffered so much emotional and mental and literal physical trauma.

As a result, her social interactions changed.

As a reminder, she became a workaholic because of her passion for the x files and she enjoyed it. Then to add on to that, her work was wild as hell, hard to explain, and some of it classified. Scully lived such a unique experience that regularly interacting with others would've been frustrating, exhausting, and her having a sense of feeling misunderstood. And dating would've been a minefield.

Thing is: Scully didn't mind this change to her life. This isn't to say that Scully didn't want or have any friends, it's to say that she didn't strive to have a booming social life nor did she care. Again, she VOLUNTARILY became a workaholic and threw away a normal life for paranormal shit. Someone who does that isn't trying to meet friends for happy hour on Friday or planning to have serious relationships any time soon.

Not only that, some people live lives like this right now and have incredibly fulfilling lives. Some people just work and have one or two friends and they're living their best lives. The idea that just because Scully doesn't have an active dating life and a circle of friends she regularly talks to means that her life is dour is so flawed.

Scully's eventual dissatisfaction with her life was rooted in her believing she should want things that she didn't want. Scully could've walked away. She could've said enough, instead she kept finding reasons to stay because she wanted to be on the x files. And it's quite clear that you can't work on the x files and have a normal life. She didn't want both, she wanted the life that she chose.

At that time, Scully was unable to articulate just how much she wanted to be with Mulder, which is why she positions, "Don't you want to get out of the car?"

She wanted moments of normalcy with him.

And it isn't just because Mulder gets that life because he lives it, its because Scully is actually in love with Mulder for who he is. She's seen Mulder at his best and at his worst and loves every part of him.

Whatever feelings Scully had for Mulder in the past that she pushed away, she couldn't do it anymore. She loved Mulder in a way she couldn't put into words. It was the truest feeling she ever felt, the most sincere thing and she hadn't realized it yet. Then, when she does, it takes them time to get there because Mulder is literally the most important person in her life.

Which seeds were planted back in season 2. In "Little Green Men" (I think), the thought of not working with Mulder saddened Scully because it meant she wouldn't get to see and talk to him. Mulder made a huge impression on her and became important to her very quickly.

So imagine 5-7 years down the road...embracing this feeling and the thought of losing Mulder if things went south would've been devastating for Scully. She wouldn't lose just a partner, she'd lose a best friend too.

Because she genuinely cared for him and he's her literal best friend.

The love Scully feels for Mulder surpasses known definitions of romantic love because her feelings aren't centered in that. She loves him on levels that most people can't imagine. Scully cares for Mulder so much and she shows that by listening to him and protecting him even if Mulder doesn't think he needs protection. She validates him and doesn't trivialize his beliefs even when she doesn't agree with them. It doesn't matter who the person is, Scully will always go to bat for Mulder because he only ever had himself and he needs to someone to say "hey, you're not alone and you're taken seriously."

I bring this up to say, the idea that Mulder doesn't deserve Scully when Scully clearly wants him is flawed. The idea that Mulder should be lucky that Scully "puts up" with him is flawed. The idea that Scully would ever tell Mulder as such or anything resembling (and stressing how she could've been happy with this perfect other man) is flawed. Those first two things are categorically wrong and the last is something Scully would never do because she loves Mulder and that is harmful. Scully would never tell Mulder something that would harm him or that she believed could.

All Things is so pivotal because Scully stops concerning herself with what she believe she should want and embracing what she actually wants: investigating x files and living an unconventional life with Mulder.

Scully wants that.

Not dating around, girls night, or frequent intimate get togethers with her family. She wants to investigate haunted houses on Christmas Eve and discover invisible bodies and help victims find justice.

After her and Mulder get together, she's committed to him. She waited so long to be with him that even while he was in hiding, she never considered dating anyone else. Emotionally and spiritually, she'd been married to him. Now that they'd been together, she didn't want anyone else but him.

Like there's so many layers to this, which hasn't even taken the "like a switch" speech. Or her reaction to Diana, which had multiple levels--romantic, platonic, and professional.

Lastly, the idea that Scully was waiting around for Mulder (to ask her out) is such a basic take. Scully wasn't waiting on Mulder, she prioritized their working relationship over romance AND she knew Mulder had his own stuff going on with himself. Even if she had wanted to date then, she didn't fault Mulder for not asking her out. All the shit he'd been through and was going through, Scully was more concerned about his emotional well-being opposed to upset that he hadn't pursued her.

Although I do get the criticism and the desire for Scully to date, have on screen friends, and shit, it just doesn't track with what we've seen and know of Scully.

Like, this woman almost went on the run with Mulder after knowing him for 2-3 years. They only reason they didn't was because she wanted to see her sister who'd been shot. The reason she almost went on the run was due to moral and ethical reasons and not romance, however, my point is that Scully's convictions and priorities is why her life was the way it was and that's the way she wanted it to be. She then went on the run with him when she didn't have to, but we know she would because 1. his sentence was an injustice (we know how Scully feels about justice) 2. she was madly in love with him and refused to continue living her life without him.

Once again, Scully is discarding any notion of normalcy because she didn't want it and hadn't wanted it since getting assigned to the x files.

And that's on that.

(And it's why I object to the characterization of their relationship in IWTB and seasons 10 and 11. Although it's fine and makes sense for their relationship to have issues at times, the writers handled it so cavalierly and without thought. You cannot have the backbone of the show in a romantic falling out and not address it--not really. They don't try to genuinely deal with such a situation because it's melodrama, but my question is: why introduce it in the first place. If it isn't worth being addressed, it's not worth being introduced. Mulder and Scully had a chat or two, but it was so superficial and lacked teeth. It's not that I wanted the show to focus on them romantically, I just want the show to not bullshit or half ass shit they're introducing and bringing up is all.)

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thirstystarkey · 4 years

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Bass Players 🦋 Rudy Pankow AU

Prompt: Y/N is forced by her best friends to attend the most desired underground rock band, against her will she goes. But what happens when she gets stuck with one of the band members? Will she discover the why they say bass players have the best fingers or will she just ignore him?

Warnings: mention of drugs and alcohol, sex, various kinks including choking, overstimulation, public sex, this is just another script for pornhub tbh

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It all started when her roommates, who were also Y/N’s best friends, decided it was a perfect idea to attend a sweaty dirty concert just to droll over some dumbasses with good voices and cute faces. Y/N wasn’t in the mood to be stuck all night in the middle of drunk young adults but it was too late now, since her friends had already dragged her to the venue, the least she could do now was to enjoy herself as much as she possible could.

That of course until something went wrong, Y/N got separated from her friends during the last two songs and with the crazy crowd it was nearly impossible to find them again so she decided she was more than done for today. Her feet hurted from being stepped on and her head was killing her beside she smelled like a mixture of her own perfume and smoke.

As Y/N walked away from the crowd she could still hear them scream for the other band in line who was almost ready to enter the stage. Honestly she had absolutely no idea where she was going but it didn’t stopped her from trying to escape.

Y/N found a dark corridor, lighted up with blue lights where a few poster and guitars where hanged up on the walls so she followed it, in hopes it would lead her to the main exit, but when she was just passing by the middle something hit her head with such force that she fell backwards into the ground.

“What the fuck.” That was the first thing that came out of her annoyed mouth, both brows frown together as her head spinned.

“Oh my god, oh no oh shit.” Y/N heard a male voice speak, in panic, assuming it was the cause of her fall but she couldn’t bother in opening her eyes.

Once Y/N opened her eyes and saw the famous bassist Rudy Pankow in front of her, her the first reaction was to roll her eyes. He had changed into a black tshirt and his hair was wet all over the place, probably he showered after his show. Which made her think, was she roaming for that long? The night couldn’t get worse.

“Are you okay?” He asked, kneeling in front of her. Y/N was supporting her body in her forearms. When she opened her mouth to speak Rudy panicked again and placed his hand over her mouth, in fear she would scream and bring attention to him. “Please don’t scream!” He begged in a yell whisper.

“Get your disgusting hands off my face, I’m not going to scream you conceited ass.” Y/N chided pushing him off of her.

“Feisty one I see.” Rudy looked at her, up and down but before he could say anything loud screams interrupted him.

Out of other option the bassist grabbed Y/N’s hands pulling her back on her feet as he entered a room, that a few seconds later Y/N recognized as the males bathroom. She was more than done with the situation, rage was visible on her pupils as the screams pierced her ears.

“Ugh, fuck me.” Y/N whispered to herself, banging her head in the wall. At least it didn’t smelled like piss.

“Let me at least buy you dinner first.” Rudy joked and Y/N glared at him.

“This isn’t funny.” The girl sighed very frustrated. “And can you please give me room to breath?” She added while she pushed him away.

“Oh I’m so sorry miss, I think I forgot we are in a bathroom stall, next time I’ll find us a luxurious suite.” Rudy ironized.

“You aren’t funny and I don’t give a single fuck about your crazy fans so I’m leaving.” Snorted Y/N unlocking the door from the bathroom stall.

“You can’t leave. If anyone sees you leave and I follow I’m fucking dead with rumors and questions about “this mystery girl” He said with a loud frustrated groan. “Do you want to be that mystery girl?”

“I wanna go back to my normal life, so if you excuse me, I’m leaving.”

The moment Y/N tried to step outside the other door opened up and three blonde girls walked in like they were looking for something, or better, they looked like they were looking for water in the middle of the dessert and by dessert it reads the band members.

Rudy quickly pulled Y/N back into the stall with him before the other girls could find them, this time trapping her between his muscly arms back against the door, their luck was that the doors were long enough that from that outside no one could tell how many people where inside, because even if Y/N thought that the other girls looked dumb as hell they sure knew how to count until 4.

Y/N tried to speak but again Rudy placed his hand over her mouth tightly, making her stay silent until it was safe, but this time it was different. Their bodies were pressed so firmly against each other that Y/N could feel all of his muscles against her body and her breasts where pressed against his chest and her legs were trapped between his.

They both glared at each other, madly, Rudy just wanted her to stay quiet but every atom in her wanted to scream from the top of her lungs about how he thought he was the shit, sure Y/N couldn’t deny he was hot and that having his hand so close to her throat did made her wonder about other things but still he was an arrogant piece of shit and she was beyond mad and worried about her friends and how she would get home.

She tried to speak but everything came muffled due to his hand so she decided to bite his fingers, he immediately moaned in pain waving his hand trying to ease the stinging pain.

“You can’t stay quiet can’t you?” He whispered, done with her, in Y/N’s ear as he watched the skin of her neck shiver.

“Fuck you.” Y/N said looking straight at his eyes.

As they could hear the girls talk perfectly about the band Y/N made disgusted faces at their comments, especially the ones about Rudy, which made him boil he just didn’t understood why she didn’t like him. Everyone did.

“You know what they say about bass players right? Oh my god I just wish he did the same to me, fucking ruin me.” One of the girls said as they walked to the exist, Y/N cheeks automatically turned red as she tried to play it off by sticking her tongue out as if she was vomiting.

When the girls finally left Rudy pressed her even more to the bathroom stall door, he looked down at her, taking in her beautiful features.

“Can I go now?” Y/N questioned tapping her toe. Talking with him so close to her was difficult.

“Why don’t you like me?” He ignored her question.

“Oh for fucks sakes.” Y/N whined pushing him off, he sat in he toilet waiting for an answer. “Look it’s not like I hate you or something, your band is kinda good but I don’t know you so I can’t like you nor be obsessed over someone I don’t know!” Y/N explained to him like Rudy was a little child as she maneuver her hands in the her frenetically.

“So what you’re saying is if you knew me you would be crazy about me?” He teased her.

“In your dreams rockstar.” Y/N rolled her eyes trying to to laugh while she turned on her back to unlock the door but to her surprise it didn’t do anything. “Oh no.” She cried out in a whisper. “The door is locked.” Y/N stated looking at him. Rudy stood up quickly and in one small step his body was already closer to hers.

“Yes smartass, you just unlock it.” He said, without a doubt. “Or maybe not.” Rudy added after doing the same thing she did.

Great. Now she was stuck in a bathroom stall with a famous bassist, a very good looking one.

“Do something!” She order looking over her shoulder to see his face, realizing her back as pressed against his chest and their mouths were millimeters apart.

“I will just call someone.” He said, looking at her plump lips.

“Do it then idiot.” Y/N rolled her eyes trying to avoid the obvious tension as she pushed his chest.

Rudy quickly dialed some random number and after a couple seconds someone picked up.

“Yo man, I need your help. Where are you guys?” Rudy asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Y/N was fast to realize that by the looks on his face he didn’t had good news. Rudy looked at her and sat down again while he placed his phone back into his pocket.

“We are fucked. Drew said it would take them about an hour to come get us out.” He explained.

“What am I going to do in an hour? This is totally torture.” Y/N ramble.

“I hope you know a lot do girls would kill to be in your position.” He said, getting up with arms crossed around his chest.

“And what is exactly my position?” Y/N placed one hand over her hip as she spoke.

“Well, you are here, stuck with me. All alone. In this small bathroom stall. I can imagine a lot of scenarios in my head.” Rudy spoke slowly, taking his time with every words to take in all of her little reactions while he with just two steps got closer to her face.

“And what those scenarios include?” Y/N decided to play along, now not leaning into the door she almost closed the space between them.

“They include you and I and much less clothing.” He whispered in the shell of her ear.

“You know what, for someone who has so many girls dropping to their feet you are pretty stupid.” Y/N whispered back into his ear, laughing.

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ladyaryawolf · 3 years

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I hate when people insist that Arya is ugly, I bet Arya is going to be really pretty in the books when she grows up, training with courtesans and all that, and the only ones that called her horseface in ghe past were Sansa and jeyne and it was only because Jeyne was jealous of her being the daughter of a high lord (they were just children being petty)

as for Lyanna (she is not one of my fav characters) she obviously was pretty but I dont think its her beauty what Rhaegar saw in her, he just needed a a woman strong enough to carry his third child and fulfill the prophecy because 'the dragon has three heads', something his wife couldnt do.

I think we need more fics in where authors acknowledge the truth, that Arya is going to be a beautiful queen in the books 😌

Arya is pretty. Like a sweet chid you see running around the park, but would rather be playing with "swords" and with another boys, and getting dirty and messed up in the process than playing with dolls. This is why she is described as wild and always having a messy hair. And as we are talking about a feudalism age, this is the main reason she is mistaken as a boy and not being "a proper lady". We have to remember she is 9 in the beginning, she didn't passed through puberty. She doesn't have a defined body. If any girl at this age dress as a boy and act like a boy is expected to act, no one will blink an eye.

"Arry" is a perfect exemple of this. Catelyn saying someone would mistake her as a boy is also a prof of this.

She didn't fit in this social box of "how a woman/girl/lady should behaeve", and that is the main reason they have the idea Arya is ugly and why Arya herself believes she is ugly too. She was surrounded by a stereotip that expected her to act on a certain way she didn't fit in. We have this even nowadays.

Exemple: I am out of the stereotipe. I am not skinny, my body shape is different from the girls we always see being desired and glamorous on Instagram. Not interested in "girly, feminine" things, tools and blah, blah, blah. I may be beautiful and gorgeous, but I dont feel that way because I am not like these girls. In Arya's case it is her behavior that is "out" Got It? It is a social construct that impacts how we see the world and ourselves. It is very interesting. (Yeah. Yeah. I like sociology and psichology. Process me.)

But yes. I am pretty sure Arya is growing from a young girl to a gorgeous woman in the next two books. There is so many hints of that in her chapters... Unhapilly sometimes in sad and creepy circunstances like we see in Mercy. That chapter was just creepy and disgusting and triggering as hell. But also appears in positive ways like when Ned compares her to Lyanna, Lady Smallwood saying she is beautiful, etc, etc.

And is also really satiafying to see she getting more self steem with her looks while growing up when she suffered with that her whole childhood. The famous *glow up*. Have you ever read/watch the Ugly Duckling? That is the feeling.

Rhaegar and Lyanna? Well. I don't have much strong feelings about it. And my feelings are contraditory the most part of the time. I basically liked this tragic love story D&D created, because I like tragic love stories. Cliche. Don't judge me,please. But yeah. If we get out of the fanfic - where Lyanna was old enough and willing and in a a compleatly selfish way she run away to marry a Prince that was madly in love with her, and she was madly in love with him kinda Romeo and Juliet - and see the reality/canonic content we have untill now, I totally agree with u. I don't think Rhaegar loved her. Actually Canon!Rhaegar is far from my fanon!Rhaegar. He was obcessed with a prophecy, and kidnapped, raped her, (Lyanna was 14-15. She couldn't consent), so he would have the "third dragon head". We can't forget what he did to Elia and her children(not his. He failed as a father. Father is the one who raises and protect, so yeah. So fuck Canon!Rhaegar), that is completly unfair. Elia deserved better than this. Rhaenys and Aegon deserved better than this.

In other words, fuck anyone who says Elia knew and consented with Rhaegar's actions.

(I told you. I have contraditory feelings about this whole thing)

While Arya being Queen... I believe there is a chance of her being crowned at certain point of the saga, but I dont see her ending as Queen. I believe she will end as a princess or a Lady of some castle. Be it Stormsland or Winterfell I dont have any idea. (I want her in Winterfell.) Maybe part of the King/Queen's Council. But yeah. I would really appreciate more fics that explores that part of her story and characteristics.

Arya's ending is tied with so many other arcs. Dany', Jon', Bran's especially. So it is complicated to say by sure. The five Key players's future are tied in some intricated way and as we are entering just now at the climax of the saga, we don't have enough information to take a clear conclusions of neither of their destinies.

Wow. This was hard to write. So much vacabulary i didn't know how to write, or the right way to express myself. I hope it isn't confusing. Anyway

Thanks for the ask, anon.💞💞💞💞

#ask #anon #anonymous #asoiaf #arya stark #juli has mail #kinda fun #SEND ME MORE ASKS I LOVE IT #I talked about more than just arya #so i tag #Lyanna Stark #Anti Rhaegar?#anti rhaegar targaryen #to be safe #ASoIaF #a song of ice and fire

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yuniv-bluetea · 4 years

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Dear Diary....

I remember when I first met her. Anne. How we locked eyes for the first time. The soft touch of our hands and the dandelion between us.

She asked me if I could like her just a little... And I did. I truly did. We swore to be best friends forever and ever... But..somehow..

As we began to spent each day with each other... Shared our deepest desires with each other.. Laughed together till the sun kissed the earth... ...every minute with Anne seemed suddenly so precious to me. Slowly a feeling I never felt before began to fill my whole body... ...whenever our hands touched...

...whenever she looked at me. At first I thought that this feeling was only a sign of my happiness caused by my friendship with Anne. I cared for her...I was fascinated by her. I liked our friendship..it made me happy. Nothing unusual..I mean..Isn't a true friendship supposed to make you feel...really happy ??

But I realized after a while that there was more... I could not imagine a life without Anne anymore..Without her I was not whole.. ‘Like’ did not seem strong enough to describe what I felt for Anne.. But I was afraid to think that I may loved her.. Not knowing how it actually feels to be really in love with someone.. ..Someone..who is not the future husband everyone expect me to wed. Love. I did not understood at that time what love really was and I did not wanted to use this expression thoughtless. Telling Anne that I loved her happened by mistake...but it somehow felt right. Even though I did not knew what I truly meant..it felt right.

She also confessed her enduring love for me. And I thought that we were chosen to always stay together... Since I fancied no one else.. And Anne did not seemed to enjoy the presence of boys.

So when I found out about the secret of my aunt Josephine..

I admit that I could not stop thinking about the possibility that Anne and I may also end up living a wonderful life just like my aunt did. ..I never thought about my future like that before..I never thought that there would be a future that would make me feel so hopeful and excited.. This was probably the moment when I realized what it means to be in love with someone..

But also the moment where I began to notice the obvious attraction between Gilbert and Anne...as I saw them together at the Christmas tree of my aunt.

In the evening we talked about my aunt's secret... Cole and Anne felt inspired by aunt Josephine and her friends, but I could not feel anything else than anger... How foolish was I to even think for a second that I would know what love means and that I could avoid the future that my parents already choose for me ?! Love is when two people are in love with each other.. Not whatsoever was happening right now...

When I asked her about the conversation with Gilbert the next day, she made it very clear that she is not interested in the slightest way to ever talk with him again..She said he was not worth wasting energy on or something like that.

Unsure if she told me the truth I tried to focus on our frienship again...because this was probably all I was for Anne..her best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. There would never be a ‘we’ and I tried to accept this fact. Falling any further for her was not good for neither of us. The feelings will soon fade away I kept telling myself...at least I thought they would. But somehow I could not stop thinking..that... Maybe.. She did felt something for me... more than just friendship.

I stopped thinking about what Anne and I were.

If we would end up having an epic love...living happily after together..

And just enjoyed the time I got to spend with her.

It worked for some time.. But as we grew older the expectation on us rose..My parents could not wait to send me off to Paris so that I could become a suitable wife for a wealthy man. I would not be able to go to college like the other girls, like Anne. Education will not help me seduce a man..No man wants a wife smarter than himself...I do not need to know more than knowing how to cook,bake,clean, look pretty and keep my husband happy to live a fulfilled life... That is what my parents told me each time I brought the topic college up. ...I am doomed to become the exact replica of my mother... The image of a perfect daughter...and perfect wife.

Everybody expect me to become this perfect wife... Just because I come from a wealthy family and it is typical for girls like me...What does that even mean ? But it is not just that..everyone seems to be suddenly highly interested in ....Boys...Kissing..Holding hands...Marriage.....Boys.

Even Anne seemed fascinated by the idea of meeting the love of her life. She already imagined us both having children..and softly laughing about the stupid..but cute things our husbands would do or say. After finishing college..after ending this chapter of our life..she said..Love will come to us. We must then help each other decide which men to give our heart. She told me how she will be the one proposing..in a field of flowers or on a bittersweet summer evening... when the stars are sparkling bright....at the coast. And then I must be her maid of honor. Silently I listened to her....

Not telling her that I may have already found the love of my life. The one for me. Someone who took my breath away...with a single glance. A person so perfectly..passionate..caring...smart..unusual..unique. ...It is stupid..I know..This love could destroy me..and surely will. But..so be it. She was worth it.

A few weeks passed and a rumour spread throughout Avonlea. Gilbert Blythe and Anne Shirley are in love. “This is ridiculous !..How can people believe this false accusation ?” “It’s a mystery for me too..” Even if it wasn’t. Not at all. I knew it just like she did...the rumour was true. But speaking it out scared me..it would make it all real.

So I waited for her to confess to me. Telling me that she was in love with someone. Someone who wasn’t me. It took her a while..but slowly she began to realize it too..mentioning him now and then. Bravely I held my fake smile up and blinked tears away. This was not about me and Anne deserved a understanding friend. So... keep on smiling !

...But what is so special about Gilbert Blythe ? What can he offer you..Anne..what I cannot give you ? Was there something I could I have said or done...that would have made you fall in love with me instead of him ? Don’t you feel it too..This-... The way we look at each other.... Getting lost in each other eyes and forgetting for a moment that the world around us still exists. We laughed together. We cried together. We dreamed together. ........................................why am I not good enough for you ?

“...your destiny ?” ...I knew this day would come...But why does it still hurt so much ? “ That’s great Anne..It truly is !” “Oh Diana !”, you hugged me tight “I’ve been never been happier... I told you ! True love always finds its way. ..I must tell him about my feelings right now !” ...True Love....true love. Hurt and angry.... I did something stupid.

And I know that it was absolutely wrong of me.. Jerry was never anything less than nice to me and did not deserve what I did to him... I don’t even knew why and how... But I thought that I could at least try to become what everyone wants me to be. A good friend. The perfect daughter and wife.... Someone who isn’t madly in love with you. ....I really did not meant to hurt him.

Even though I tried so hard to meet everyones expectation and to love Jerry.. I couldn’t. “I should’ve never gotten involved with him. It’s ridiculous.” “And why is that ?” “You know why.” Of course you did not. You thought it was because Jerry was poor..and not because he wasn’t you.

But would you have understood ? Would you have been more understanding.. Or would you have pushed me even further away as you already did ?

The day turned even darker when my parents found out about me taking the test for college. ...If they knew about my..feelings..for you and me being...wrong... Would they still love me ? ..What a fool I am for even questioning that. I would be dead for them. They would cast me out of their lives. Make everyone forget I even existed.

With a dandelion in my hands - Our flower. The symbol of our eternal friendship. I beg for your forgiveness. “I don’t wanna lie anymore. I wanna be the person that I am.” ...But I can’t be.

Silently we are laying in your bed. Our shoulders are touching and for a moment I forget everything else. Then in the next moment you suddenly confess that you....

“I love Gilbert Blythe” “..You do ?” Nodding your head, my heart shattered inside. Stupid heart. As if it wasn’t obvious that this situation would come true sooner than later... Holding back the tears....I did what needed to be done.

“Admit it : you’ve been smitten with Anne ever since she first came to Avonlea and smashed her slate over your head !” There was no way I would let your true love get away..just because mine did. Too many tears were already shed..as your..best friend it’s my duty to help you with this..rather complicated love quandry.

And I succeeded. Your smile was never brighter than now. Your eyes sparkle even more in the afternoon sun now. Your body and mind is filled with happiness. You are in love. You are loved by....him. So I hug you tight.

Just like I always did.

Accepting the fact that you’re with him.... And that I need to slowly let go of you...

You two are made for each other. ..I know....I know...

that my gentle touch will never be...

as gentle as his... You will never look at me like you look at him...

Never will I taste your lips on mine... Hold you close to me... Feel your hands touch my skin..making it shiver.. Smell your beautiful perfume up close...

Hold your hands and tell you that you are my world... I can’t. Even if it’s true.

We are not meant to be. You are free..you found the one..You can fly... Your dreams are coming true. I can’t fly... There is no freedom for me... The day of my departure to Paris is coming closer.. Pris...where my parents have already found someone for me... Someone who they think..suitable for the purpose of becoming my husband... Rich. A husband..for me. Me...who am I actually ? ....I can’t fly.

I take comfort in my dreams about us... We are surrounded by dandelions.. You look just perfect. We lock eyes and we swear to always be together... In good times as well as bad... In sickness and in health... Battling every challenge together... To love and cherish one another, ‘til death do us part... Because in my dreams we can be... Together. Just you and me. .....What would I give to make it true. Anne Shirley Cuthbert.... I’m madly in love with you.

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oddcoupler222 · 4 years

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Do you have any book recs like yours and w. epic love scenes like yours?

I appreciate anything I’ve written being called epic in any way :)

I don’t really know if I could accurately compare any books I’ve read to my own but I do have some book recs that I adore! I’ll give you my top ten lesfics for some variety

- Behind the Green Curtain by Riley LaShea (my ultimate fave romance)

When Caton’s sleazy boss offers her a position as his wife’s personal assistant, she accepts the job with reservations, certain Jack Halston has ulterior motives. After meeting Jack’s wife Amelia, though, it’s Caton’s motivations that begin to unravel. As vicious as she is beautiful, Amelia threatens Caton’s position and her sense of decorum. As the attraction between the two women spirals into a torrid affair, Caton is drawn deeper into Jack and Amelia’s world of privilege and prestige, where everything is at stake and nothing is what it seems.

- All That Matters by Susan X Meagher

Life is going damned well for Blair Spencer. She's a very successful real estate agent, happily married to a man who encourages her to live the independent life she loves; and they're actively working to have a baby. The wrench in the works is that Blair favors adoption, while her husband David desperately wants to have a biological child. The fates are against them, and they finally seek the help of a group of reproductive specialists. One of the doctors, a surgeon named Kylie Mackenzie, eventually becomes a good friend to Blair. And she needs all of the friends she can get when things start to go horribly wrong at home. As her marriage teeters on the brink of collapse, she relies more and more on Kylie's friendship. Kylie's happily gay; Blair's happily straight. But the way they structure their relationship leads friends and family to privately question whether the pair is setting themselves up for heartache. They eventually come to a crossroads, which could either destroy their friendship or turn it into what each of them has been seeking. The question is whether each woman can change her view of herself and her needs. The answer is all that matters.

- Alone by EJ Noyes

Half a million dollars will be Celeste Thorne’s reward for spending four years of her life in total isolation. No faces. No voices. No way to leave.

Since Celeste has never really worried about being alone, the generous paycheck she’ll receive for her participation in the solitary psychological experiment seems like easy money.

When she finds an injured hiker in the woods bordering her living compound, her strictly governed world is thrown into disarray. But even as she struggles with the morality of breaking the rules of the experiment, Celeste can’t deny her growing attraction to the kind and enigmatic Olivia Soldano. Still, how much can you really trust a stranger? And how much can you trust yourself when you know all the faces you’ve seen and voices you’ve heard for the past three years have only been your imagination?

But what’s real? Celeste’s reality may lie somewhere between the absolute truth and a carefully constructed deception. (the concept of this is just INcredible. and the execution as well - perfect)

- The Goodmans by Clare Ashton

The lovely doctor Abby Hart lives in her dream cottage in the quintessential English border town of Ludbury, home to the Goodmans. Maggie Goodman, all fire and passion, is like another mother to her, amiable Richard a rock and 60s-child Celia is the grandmother she never had. But Abby has a secret. Best friend Jude Goodman is the love of her life, and very, very straight. Even if Jude had ever given a woman a second glance, there’d also be the small problem of Maggie – she would definitely not approve. But secrets have a habit of sneaking out, and Abby’s not the only one with something to hide. Life is just about to get very interesting for the Goodmans. Things are not what they used to be, but could they be even better? (there are not one but TWO perfectly written romances intertwined in this *chef kiss*)

- Pretending in Paradise by M Ullrich

When travelwisdom.com assigns PR specialist Caroline Beckett and travel blogger Emma Morgan to cover a hot new couples retreat, they're forced to fake a relationship to secure a reservation. Ten days in paradise would be a dream assignment, if only they'd stop arguing long enough to enjoy it. Reputations are Caroline's business. Too bad she was forced out of her previous job when an ex smeared hers all over the office grapevine. She's never getting involved with a coworker again, especially not one as careless and unprofessional as Emma. Emma knows that life is too short to play by the rules. But when she goes too far and a defamation lawsuit puts her job in jeopardy, she has to make nice with Caroline, the image police, and deliver the best story of her career.

Only pretending to be in love sure feels a whole lot like falling in love. When their story goes public, ambition and privacy collide, and their chance at making a fake relationship real might just be collateral damage. (there’s just SOMETHING about this that is super freaking cute)

- The Brutal Truth by Lee Winter

Australian crime reporter Maddie Grey is out of her depth in New York, miserable, and secretly drawn to her powerful, twice-married, media mogul boss, Elena Bartell, who eats failing newspapers for breakfast. As work takes them to Australia, Maddie is goaded into a brief, seemingly harmless bet with her enigmatic boss—where they have to tell the complete truth to each other. It backfires catastrophically.

A lesbian romance about the lies we tell ourselves.

- The Red Files by Lee Winter (kudos to her for being the only author that makes it to this list with two separate books)

Ambitious Daily Sentinel journalist Lauren King is chafing on LA’s vapid social circuit, reporting on glamorous A-list parties while sparring with her rival—the formidable, icy Catherine Ayers. Ayers is an ex-Washington political correspondent who suffered a humiliating fall from grace, and her acerbic, vicious tongue keeps everyone at bay. Everyone, that is, except knockabout Iowa girl King, who is undaunted, unimpressed and gives as good as she gets. One night a curious story unfolds before their eyes: One business launch, 34 prostitutes and a pallet of missing pink champagne. Can the warring pair work together to unravel an incredible story? This is a lesbian fiction with more than a few mysterious twists. (as someone who is usually pretty bored by any plot other than the romance, I actually enjoyed this mystery)

- Tricky Wisdom/Tricky Chances by Camryn Eyde

(for tricky wisdom) Darcy Wright is a closeted lesbian who has been infatuated with her best friend, Taylor, since junior high. Leaving her small northeast Minnesota town for Harvard in a quest to become a doctor, she moves in with med-student Olivia Boyd, a neurotic, anal, gigantic pain in the backside. The first year of juggling medical school is grueling, but it’s nothing compared to living with Olivia.

Coming out to her friends and family with an anti-climactic flop, Darcy uses her newly publicized sexuality to try and win Taylor’s affections through an ill-hatched scheme that crosses uncomfortable lines. The result is as unexpected to Darcy as Darcy’s affinity for medicine is to Olivia.

The first year of medical school is a nerve-wracking encounter in medicine, learning lessons the hard way, and finding what her heart desires.

Tricky Chances is the sequel to Wisdom, but it’s the only lesfic sequel that i truly felt added to the first one and was just as gripping! Plus, the first book is only 48k words so the followup is perfect to come right after

- Who’d Have Thought by G Benson

Top neurosurgeon Samantha Thomson needs to get married fast and is tightlipped as to why. And with over $200,000 on offer to tie the knot, no questions asked, cash-strapped ER nurse Hayden Pérez isn’t about to demand answers.

The deal is only for a year of marriage, but Hayden’s going into it knowing it will be a nightmare. Sam is complicated, rude, kind of cold, and someone Hayden barely tolerates at work, let alone wants to marry. The hardest part is that Hayden has to convince everyone around them that they’re madly in love and that racing down the aisle together is all they’ve ever wanted. What could possibly go wrong? (this book comes in 9th because i don’t love it QUITE as much as i do all the others, but it was the one that got me into lesfic so! it’s good stuff)

And in a guest pick from the only other voracious lesfic reader i know, @debbie-eagan -

Beautiful Dreamer by Melissa Brayden -

Philadelphia real estate broker Devyn Winters is at the peak of her career, closing multimillion-dollar deals and relishing it. She’s pretty much blocked out her formative years in Dreamer’s Bay, where the most exciting thing to happen was the twice a year bake sale. Unfortunately, a distress call hauls her back home and away from the life she’s constructed. Now the question is just how long until she can leave again? And when did boring Elizabeth Draper get so beautiful?

Elizabeth Draper loves people, free time, and a good cup of coffee in the warm sunlight. In the quaint town of Dreamer’s Bay, she’s the only employee of On the Spot, an odd jobs company. She remembers Devyn Winters as shallow in high school, but now everything about Devyn makes her lose focus. Though her brain knows Devyn is only home temporarily, her heart didn’t seem to get the memo (I’m personally not a huge Brayden fan but a lot of other lesfic readers are so I reached out for a second opinion on this matter)

I hope you enjoy!

#lesfic #book recs

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silverdecepticon93 · 4 years

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Pietro x Reader: Perfect

Requested by faioula16, thank you for your support!

You knew that the Brotherhood liked to tease and mess with each other, it was part of the unspoken contract you signed when you started going out with Pietro, and sometimes you even joined in with the teasing. However, since they weren’t exactly the most sensitive people in the world, it wasn’t that uncommon when one of their ‘jokes’ or teasing went too far for you. Luckily Pietro was there to tell them to knock it off, although, that wasn’t the case this time.

“He’s perfect.” You sighed dreamily and stood up to cheer as Pietro scored another point for the Bayville basketball team. Tabitha only shrugged and sent you a lazy smile when you sat back down, “eh, he’s not really my type.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged her with your shoulder before watching the game, proud to call the MVP of the night your boyfriend. Then you saw a familiar boy with long brown hair walking over to you and the rest of the Brotherhood, you immediately recognized him and smiled brightly at him.

“Hey, Lance!” You greeted but then you noticed the way he silently sat next to you, his head in his hands. You frowned and looked over at Tabitha the rest of the Brotherhood who shrugged and also looked at the geokinetic in concern.

“What’s wrong, Lance?” You frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder. He sighed and turned his head away from you, “Kitty dumped me.”

Toad let out a dramatic gasp, “Again? Who could’ve known?”

You turned to glare at him before nodding over to Fred, who understood what you said and hit Toad from behind the head.

“Ow! I was just kidding.” He hissed. Then you turned your attention back to Lance, “Well, maybe it’s time you started looking for a girl other than Kitty or maybe take up a hobby or something?”

Lance scoffed, “Right, says the person who's in a happy relationship.”

“For now.” Toad added, making you lift your head up and look at him.

Fred looked at you with his hand raised behind Toad’s head, in case you were going to silently signal to him to hit the light-haired boy again, but you only looked at Toad with an eyebrow raised.

“What do you mean by that?” You frowned.

Toad, not wanting to get hit by Fred again, thought about his next words very carefully before speaking to you.

“I mean, yeah, you and speedy look happy now but he was also pretty happy with some of the other girls he dated, too,” He started to ramble, “and no offense because you are hot but it’s just that some of them were a little bit hotter than you.”

You frowned, “Well, that doesn’t really mean anythin-”

Tabitha then gasped and put a hand on your back, “When Pietro breaks up with you, are we still going to be friends?”

“Wait, what? Who said anything about Pietro breaking up with me-” You were cut off by Fred.

“What if the girl was cooler than (Y/n)?” He asked, completely oblivious to the way you flinched when he said that. Toad shrugged and jokingly elbowed you, “I mean, it wouldn’t be that hard to replace you.”

“True, it’s not like she has any powers like us.” Tabitha agreed, sending you a playful smirk.

You nervously returned the smile and chuckled a little while Lance could see your discomfort and looked at his teammates.

“C’mon guys lay off.” He grumbled. You only looked at him, “No, it’s fine. They’re just playing.”

He raised an eyebrow but you kept on smiling, making him shrug and return his attention to the game. You did as well but when you watched Pietro, you no longer felt that overwhelming admiration that you usually did, but instead you felt a little insecure just watching him play.

He was good-looking, a good athlete, and he even had superspeed.

But you?

What was so special about you?

At some point, these thoughts grew and rooted themselves in your head, making the heavy feeling in your stomach heavier and heavier every time the basketball bounced off the floor. When the game ended, everyone started to move including the Brotherhood.

“Hey, (Y/n)? Aren’t you gonna congratulate Pietro?” Lance asked as you got up and started walking towards the exit. You looked over your shoulder and sent him a small smile, “No, it’s fine. He probably has a lot of people congratulating him, anyways. I don’t wanna crowd him.”

You then bid him goodnight and started to walk out of the gym and back to your house. Lance looked after you as Toad crept behind him.

“Uh...aren’t the locker rooms the other way?” Toad frowned and Lance looked down at him with an annoyed look on his face.

“If Pietro gets mad at us, it’s your fault.” Lance scolded as he turned to join the rest of the Brotherhood. Toad looked at him and then back at the door where you left, “Why is it my fault?!”

Meanwhile, Pietro was in a rush to change out of his basketball uniform and back into his regular clothes. Ignoring his teammates who were complimenting him, after all, he liked being recognized as superior but it wouldn’t be as satisfying if you weren’t there to praise him as well. When he sped out of the locker room, he could see the rest of the Brotherhood and immediately darted over to them.

“Nice game, man.” Toad cheered but Pietro brushed it off as he scanned the area.

“Where’s (Y/n)?” He frowned, noticing you weren’t with them or anywhere near them.

When he didn’t get an immediate answer, he turned back to see the Brotherhood nervously looking down at the ground, almost as if they were guilty of something. Raising an eyebrow, Pietro walked closer in front of them while tapping his foot impatiently on the ground.

“Well? I know she was here with you guys, I saw her.” Pietro pressed on.

Lance eventually rolled his eyes and elbowed Toad, who glared at him and tried to elbow him back, but Lance didn’t even react when he did so.

“Fine, if you guys aren't going to own up to it,” Lance scoffed and looked at Pietro, “they were saying something and I think that upset (Y/n) because she ended up walking to her house right after the game was over.”

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before scowling at his ‘friends’, “What did you say to her?”

“Nothing!” Tabitha answered immediately, “We were just playing, she said it herself!”

Fred nervously shuffled in his spot, Pietro noticed the conflicted look on his face and immediately ran in front of him.

“What happened, Blob?” Pietro growled.

Fred gulped, not liking the severe look on Pietro’s face, and then turned over to look at Tabitha and Toad who were frantically shaking their heads from side to side. However, his guilt for making you upset outweighed his desire to not make Pietro angry.

“We was telling her that you two might not last.” He answered truthfully, making Tabitha and Todd groan. Pietro’s eyes widened for a brief moment before scowling once more and speaking in a very angry tone of voice, “YOU IDIOTS DID WHAT?!”

Lance put a hand on Pietro’s shoulder, “Woah, dude, chill out. At least Fred has the brains to feel sorry.”

Pietro turned on him, “Sorry or not, they can’t just say that stuff around her! or me!”

He opened his mouth to add onto his sentence but then he groaned, angry and furious thoughts now swarming his head. Usually, you would calm him down when he got like this but thanks to his idiotic teammates, you weren’t even there to congratulate him on his win.

“You twerps better hope that I don’t find her crying or else I’m going to actually kill you,” Pietro growled before using his super-speed to run over to your house.

They watched silently as Pietro left skid marks on the gym floor. Then they all started to glare at Toad.

“Thanks a lot, Tolansky!” Tabitha grumbled.

“Wha- It’s not just my fault!” Toad argued as her and the other boys started to walk away from him, “Guys? C’mon!”

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You sat on the window seat in your room, your forehead pressed against the cold glass pane, and the words of your friends still lingered in your mind. Right now, you were wearing the hoodie that Pietro had lent you a while back when you two first started dating. That was about half a year ago.

Was that longer than the other relationships Pietro had? Or did he have longer?

You groaned and brought your knees close to your chest, maybe you guys weren’t supposed to last for much longer. After all, you two were in high school so it’s not like you were going to get married to him anytime soon. Yet, you couldn’t really see yourself marrying anyone else.

“What am I thinking?” You muttered under your breath, “I have my whole life ahead of me.”

Yet, why did your future revolve around you and Pietro so much?

You sighed and slunk into the pillow you were sitting on, how on Earth did you get so attached to him?

You heard the stories. You knew about his reputation. Heck, you even witnessed a couple of break-ups yourself. Pietro either was ready to commit or he just didn’t want to, either way, you shouldn’t have felt like you were any different. Yeah, things looked good now but you also that about that with his other relationships. At least you’d hold the record of being with him the longest, you thought grimly to yourself.

“Should I just break-up with him?” You frowned.

“No, whatever you do, do not do that.” A familiar voice suddenly spoke.

You gasped in surprise and looked over to see Pietro leaning his back on your room door.

“P-Pietro?” You gasped. He perked his head up and smiled at you, “Hey, babe.”

You then looked worriedly at the ground where your parents were probably talking to in the living room.

“How did you-” He cut you off and sped over to you. In the blink of an eye, he was sitting with his back to the window and you were in his lap, making you blush madly.

“Well someone had to let me in,” Pietro snorted before looking at you worriedly, “so what was that about breaking up with me?”

You nervously rubbed your arm before looking at him, “Well...it’s kinda...We both know it was bound to happen at some point.”

“Look, if you were feeling insecure or whatever, just remember...you’re letting Toad, of all people, messing with your head.” Pietro reminded. You furrowed your eyebrows, “I’m being serious here, Pietro.”

“I am, too!” He protested, “I mean, it’s because of that idiot that you’re actually thinking of breaking up with me!”

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked away from him, “As if you hadn’t thought about it before.”

“Actually, (Y/n), I haven’t,” Pietro stated, making you look back at him.

“What?” You gaped at him. He only scowled at you, “You heard me. Never, ever, ever have I thought about breaking up with you. Because I thought we were happy.”

You opened your mouth to argue, Pietro’s azure eyes silently daring you to bicker with him. When your brain came up blank, you closed your mouth and rested your head on Pietro’s chest.

“We were...” You sighed, “I’m sorry I got insecure.”

Pietro only sighed and wrapped you in his arms, “Nah, you’re fine. I’m sorry I wasn't there to shut them up.”

You chuckled, “No, you were in the middle of winning the game. Speaking of which...”

You brought your hand to the side of Pietro’s face and pressed your lips to his, making his eyes widen and stare at you in disbelief while you smiled innocently.

“Congrats, Pietro.” You hummed, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

When your white-haired boyfriend managed to recover from shock, he then rested his head on top of yours.

“Thanks, babe.” He muttered.

The two of you then sat in silence, enjoying each other’s presence before Pietro started to speak up again.

“But seriously, if they talk you into breaking up with me, I am going to kill them.” He growled. You giggled softly before kissing his cheek, “Don’t be creepy, Pietro.”

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limits of desire⤳t.h.||11

chapter 11: choose the menu

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the London Eye and the fish and chips.

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty, fluffy, i didn’t proof read lmao, mentions of cheating (?)

word count: 6.3k

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I’m so sorry this took so long, Finals happened and I had no time bc between the finals and mental breakdowns I couldn’t write, then I finished and had to sleep for a thousand hours. But here it is! I hope you like it, as usual, leave comments, reblog and tlel me what you thinl

The last day with Tom. In London. Just thinking about it gave her chills. She didn't look forward to the last hours of the next day. In just a few weeks she would be married. As soon as the year began, she would be the lady married to Miguel. So impressive this was to hear.

It was not possible, no.

She would stop seeing him forever. She had to say goodbye, right?

And how could she make such great decisions? and y/n couldn't stop thinking about what Lizzie had said. Take the last chance with him. She wouldn't have to see him later. Except at the wedding, of course.

Although doing any nonsense could mean risking him as the maid of honor. Although for that case, she would have Lizzie as a spare maid of honour.

But she could get something out of this. However, and she wondered, did she want to see Tom at her wedding? Was it really someone she needed to see there?

She was afraid. That was clear. Very afraid. She believed that she would find herself at the altar, and if she dared to turn around and see Tom, everything would go awful.

Wondering if she would ever get another chance. Because it all came to that.

But y/n … she was being foolish. She had never been the one who wanted a great wedding. Actually, all that nonsense she was planning, she didn’t like. She liked love in words. That's why she read it, wrote it. But, nothing like the wedding she was planning.

For y/n, love was not the messages she received at 7 in the morning from Miguel waking her up telling her that he loved her, for her, love was that Tom knew that she knew the dialogues of the first season of Friends or that if anybody caressed her nose she would fall asleep quickly.

Tom knew things about y/n that nobody else knew. Clearly. All Tom didn't know was that she was madly in love with him. But of course, that was a secret to keep.

But she was also in love with Miguel.

But she didn't have to think about that.

Tom had been quiet from the moment she told him that the next day was her last day in London. How should he react? Y/N was sure she didn't want to know.

They had decided to walk, Tom was still silent. It was getting dark while they looked around. Tom had his hands in his pockets and was completely distracted. And y/n was still thinking to herself. She could not let him go. She couldn't make her last day in London go with a Tom who didn't want to talk.

It was usual, she thought, his reaction. Tom always became a little withdrawn when he didn't like something. But what else could she do? Stay to be the shadow that watches him hook up with yet another girl?

That didn't mean she couldn’t take advantage.

"Don't you love it?" asked y/n.

Tom blinked fast and cleared his throat. "What?"

"London," she replied. "Especially in this time of the year, the Christmas lights."

"Ah, yes."

"With the lights, the sounds ... God, I'm going to miss this."

Tom looked at her, before stopping her. "Don't go."

"How can I not go, Tom?" She giggled. "I'm going to get married."

Tom sighed. "Yes, that’s ... true but ... It's London, you know? You love London.”

“But I also love adventure, ”she reminded him. "And this sounds like one, don't you think?"

"I suppose."

She turned around as she saw hanging Christmas lights and the lights of the stores and pubs illuminating her. The honking cars, and the smell of fish and chips coming out of the pub they were passing by. People with their coats, not so warm coats. A couple kissing under a sign that had a rose. Y/N smiled to herself.

"It's amazing." She grinned, Tom took her hand, and she didn't take it away. She felt a tear fall as she turned to see the buildings, the people, listening to the music that was still coming out of that pub. "I'm going to miss it.”

"London is going to miss you," he said. "But no one as much as I’ll miss you," he said as he pulled her to a hug. She laughed as she hugged him back, putting a hand on his chest.

"Stay," Tom said again.

"Tom ..."

"Why not?"

"I'm getting married, Tom, besides, nothing stops me here," she said. “Everything… everything points to the fact that I have to go.”

Tom looked at her sadly, while taking Y/n's hand, still in his chest. “I need you to stay. Can't… can't he move here?”

“No, no, ”She ignored his gaze. Feeling how it could melt her. Tom was playing with her again, like that night at the wedding, but she didn't want to stop this time. Because she knew that as soon as Monday arrived, she would get on a plane and never return to this. “It's not the same, you know? He has his career, a job… He's a doctor, I..., and I, well, I don't… I can look for a job there. ”

“But what about your dreams? ”

“ Sometimes you have to let go for love, ”she sentenced.

"Yes ... I guess...But...yeah." Tom released her hand.

Y/N kept walking, watching the night. "I need to ... Tell me you love me and I'll stay."

Tom frowned. "What?" He had stopped dead.

"No ... I mean that ... London,” she cleared her throat. “I need London to tell me it loves me, yeah that it loves me, I don't know," she laughed nervously. "It's just ... I'm scared, very scared, I won't see this anymore and ..."

"Hey, hey, you can always come ... You know?" He swallowed. "And ... I ... London, yes London loves you ..."

"Yes, but ... I dunno," she sighed. "If I stayed, everything would be very complicated, you can't..."

Tom took her hands. "I ..."

Y/N looked him in the eyes, while he shook his head. "No ... No, let's not think about that, okay?"

Tom evaded her gaze. He was shaking, she didn't know why, but they went on their way.

She looked up. "It's the details, you know?" She said while she was looking at the houses, the shops, the people. “Everything that makes London, well… London.”

“What are you going to miss most?”

She smiled at him. "I'm going to miss you the most."

Tom took her hand again, and she didn't know why he didn't want to take it away. Maybes he knew that he wanted to do something silly and that's why she was encouraging him to do it.

“Of course.”

“No, but… I guess that, the details, the things that people want to come here for, you know? Everything that makes London a dream, from Buckingham palace, or West End, I don't know, the pleasure of having a beer in any corner, or being able to walk in very narrow alleys, the fact that always seems like everyone is in a hurry and that In the end, everyone wants a moment to ... Pause, as if everyone wanted ... A moment only to stop and laugh. That feeling that everything is happening but at the same time you can find a place where everything is calm ... Listening to someone insulting me while they ask for money or that we can find stores of everything, old or new...The details...that, that is what I will miss. ”

Tom just looked at her while she talked. Y/N knew she didn't want to leave London, she did love Mexico, but London ... London meant everything to her. A bit. Not really. But it did bring memories. Especially with Tom. That was the problem.

Tom.

“It'll be our last day together, then?”

“Yeah, and we won't see each other until the wedding,” she admitted.

Tom sighed “Right… The wedding.”

“Then off to our lives, and we'll see what the future holds,” she gulped.

Tom looked at her. “Maybe it'll bring us back together.”

“I hope.” But she didn't. She needed a cleanse.

"So tomorrow's our last day to do whatever we want?" Tom asked.

"I ... I guess, but, enough about that," she said. “What will we do tomorrow? It's my last day… ”

Tom bit his lip. "You'll see."

So she didn't go straight to sleep that night. This time she went to her mother and grandmother at the hotel.

"Ma, you know it ... I have to go," said Y/N. "I have to check too many wedding things, besides, I want to spend more time with Miguel ... And I'll see you in a few days, besides ... I don't know, I don't feel like my place is in London."

"Are you sure?" Her mother asked. “It was always your dream, that's why you moved here to study..”

“It's a new chapter in my life, dreams change.”

“Your heart doesn't,” her mother reminded her. "We can't fool the heart, y/n."

"I've been fooling it for a while now, mum."

Her mother sighed. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Miguel loves me, mum," she said. "And he is willing to love me as he should."

"And you love him?" She asked.

Y/N approached the window, looking at the lights offered by the city, watching the movement, the cars, the people. Everything that made London, London.

"Yes, I love him," she stated. "That doesn't mean I'm not going to miss London, but I have to let go."

"Let go London?" Her mother pushed. "Or whom?"

"I'm stuck in a moment, mum," she reminded her. "I can't spend my whole life waiting for something that won't happen."

Her mom looked at her. "Isn't it something ... Rushed?"

"Maybe," admitted y/n. "Maybe ... But, I've always been ... I've always been someone who plans, makes lists, has everything perfect, I was always that, the perfect girl, and I never did anything ... Impulsive, always living by the book, " she said. "And this ... It feels good, I'm sure of this."

And she wasn't, but she didn't want her mother to judge her. Because she knew this was wrong but if she didn't? What?

Her heart had healed and she didn't need someone to break it again. Less the same person who is always breaking it.

“I just want you to be happy,” her mother insisted. “I don't want you to make any mistakes.”

“I won't mum, and I am happy… And I'll be happy.”

Not so far from there, Tom was having a different but similar breakdown. He had wanted to kiss y/n few thousand times that night but he hadn't. Tom was an idiot.

“I've never felt like this before,” Tom admitted as he poured down a shot of tequila for both him and Haz, Haz was sitting across him. "So hopeless."

"Did you tell her?"

“No, Haz, I couldn't… I felt like the moment was not right,” Tom sighed. “I don't know, I think I had to let her talk, and she said… I don't know, that her place was not here and that nothing stopped her anymore, besides, she is getting married, man, I can't just make her stay if she marries Miguel ”

“ Let me remind you that we don't want that wedding to happen, ”Haz said. “Isn't that the point?”

“Problem is… I see her very determined, when, I dunno… When she tried on that lingerie, I don't know, she just thought about Miguel, and when she dropped the bomb that she would leave on Monday,” Tom closed his eyes. "I just know ... That ... It's true, she wants to leave, for some reason I feel like she wants to get away from me."

"Do you think so?"

"I've hurt her too much," said Tom. “I think I've always known, and besides you know more than anyone.”

“Yes, well… Yes, she has swallowed some tears, but… It was because she believed that you did not love her, how about now?”

“She said you have to let go if you love someone, ”Tom said. “Maybe I love her so much that I have to let her go, let her fulfill her dream.”

"And is Miguel her dream?"

"Her dream is to escape from me," Tom said.

"Don't give up, she hasn't said 'I do' yet," Haz reminded him.

"Right," Tom sighed. "I don't want to go to the wedding."

"Why did you agree to be her maid of honour?"

"Being with her, I guess, making her happy, yes ... Figure out some way to get her off of him," Tom rubbed his face . “But, there is no time left.”

“There is still time.”

“I don't know, maybe I was all wrong, maybe he is better for her than me, he's so, he's tall, he's perfect,” Tom put the blank eyes. “And he managed to tell her what he felt in a short time.”

“Nobody's perfect,” Haz reminded him. "Well, maybe this tequila."

Tom groaned. “Huh, a gift from Miguel, he made it, his dad has a distillery.”

Haz scoffed.

"I can't go," Tom continued. “I can't watch her marry him, I've lost her already… She's moving to Mexico.”

“Bullshit.”

“If you love something, you have to let it free,” Tom declared as he downed his shot.

“Said by a pussy and used by pussies ever since,” Haz stated.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Not really," Tom shrugged. "Let's see, La La Land, they both let each other go."

"Pussies."

"Casablanca, Bogie puts her on the plane," Tom continued.

"Pussy."

"Bogie's a pussy?" Tom frowned.

“Big pussy,” Haz admitted taking down another shot. “Tom… I just need you to realize how stupid you are.”

“Thanks?”

“Yes, you are stupid but I need you to realize it now,” Haz said. “You've got to fight for her now, not tomorrow, not next week, now. You're both tailor-made for each other, don't let it be too late. ”

And he wouldn't.

Tom had arrived at 7 am sharp in the morning, at the hotel, where he had anxiously knocked at y/n's hotel’s room door. She opened it while yawning.

“What is this?” She laughed, as he gave her a bouquet of flowers. She yawned. “It's so early, Tom.”

“I ordered breakfast, too, should be here any minute now,” He kissed her cheek as he walked in. “It's your last day in London,” he reminded her. “I don't want you sleeping it out, so get ready and get some comfortable shoes, we're walking today.”

“What?” She yawned, as she sat down on her bed. “Mmmh… It's too early,” she stated before plopping down on the bed, curling up to her sheets.

Tom smirked as he looked down at the curtains. “C'mon, y / n.”

“No,” she snuggled to her pillow.

"Y/N."

She just groaned.

“Rise and shine!” He yelled before opening up the curtains, letting… the bright and white foggy light come through. Tom chuckled, as he had expected more sun.

Y / N watched him, flipped him off and threw a pillow over her head.

"C'mon, love," he sat beside her and started moving her.

"No."

"Please, I have a whole day planned out," he insisted, lifting the pillow. “We have a sharp schedule.”

Y / N looked at him, she sat up, placed a long kiss on his cheek, giving Tom butterflies and then walked to pick up her clothes.

Tom watched her as she had stepped into the bathroom. Tom gulped down every single sentiment of fear and anxiety that was invading his body. He rubbed his face as he heard the water of the shower falling down. He started to walk around the room, as he saw the engagement ring on the nightstand. He picked it up and stared at it, wishing it was the one he had chosen, wishing it was him whom she was going to get married to.

But he had a feeling that not only him was well aware that today could be his last chance.But he couldn't blow it off, it had to be perfect, because otherwise, it would be too late. And still ... It wouldn't. Because he was willing to fight until the last minute.

Not so long after he heard the knock of the door, he placed the ring back on the nightstand and walked over to the door, he smelled the food as he paid off the for the room service. He laughed to himself, y/n was going to hate him.

He placed the two plates on the table as he then received the cups of tea. It was just a matter of waiting. Y / N then had walked out drying her hair off with the towel, already clothed as she was smelling the food.

“Is it…?” She closed her eyes as her thoughts were confirmed. "Oh my god, you're an idiot," she laughed as she walked to the table, where a smirking Tom received her.

"I had to," he told her.

"No, you didn't."

Tom laughed. “C'mon, a traditional English breakfast for your last day in London, seems like the right thing, don't you think?”

Y / N rolled her eyes. "I ... well."

"I know you love it, please," Tom pulled the chair for her. “Sit down, m'lady.”

Y / N laughed as she nudged him. “You're the worst.”

“I know, here's your English breakfast tea, too,” he giggled evilly. She just rolled her eyes.

"So," she took a bite. “What's your plan for the day?”

Tom shrugged. "You'll see."

"Tom ..."

"Hey, I know you like to plan ahead," he chuckled. “But today, let me take control of it, okay?”

“Couldn't we have our normal Sunday?” She insisted.

Tom shook his head. "No, you ... you need to say goodbye to all you love," he gulped. “And I want you to see London in the eyes of the girl who came here when she was 5 and fell in love with the place.”

Y / N smiled and reached for his hand. Tom grinned as they kept eating. They held hands the whole time. Tom didn't know what she was onto, but he was not complaining.

She had not put on her ring.

It was only 8:30 am and they had already gone out. Y / N was jokingly complaining about how early it was and Tom kept laughing.

“Where are we going?” She asked again.

"First, we'll go to a market, I know you love to go to markets and I know it's the first place your dad brought you when you first came to London," Tom told her while he was parking. He saw how y/n’s eyes had changed, a smile appeared on her face.

And he had taken her to a market, where they had passed through different stores, a man selling books, others selling smoothies, others selling necklaces. Fruits, clothes, alcohol. Selling everything. They saw t-shirts that said: 'I love London' and the most clichés souvenirs. They walked, laughed, and held hands, even flirted. Some fans had seen Tom and asked for photos, but he was very discreet.

They took pictures and tried everything, anything that screamed London! They would be there. They were beginning to see the details of those who had spoken, such as the way people looked out the windows or people who didn’t see their way because they were on their cell phone.

At 10 am, Tom said it was time to leave. Y/N wanted to keep walking, but Tom insisted.

"Please," y/n laughed, taking him by the arm.

"I told you the itinerary is tight," Tom said as he approached the car. “You'll like it.”

“Fine, I trust you.”

“Besides, I don't trust London traffic, less on a Sunday,” he laughed.

They got back into his car, and he pointed out small London details. They drove past their favourite bakery and they drove past Y/N's old college apartment. As they were getting near to their destination y/n realized where he was taking her.

“Are you serious?”

“We are just taking a picture there,” Tom laughed. “It's your…”

“Last day in London, yes, but I don't have to do this, I'm no tourist,”

“Let's celebrate our history, darling,” Tom laughed. “C'mon, people are going to ask you all about these places, you need to have updated pics with it.”

Y / N laughed, as they were approaching the Big Ben. “You know, wouldn't it be silly to take a picture near it… They won't even see it,” she pointed out.

"Oh, you'll have your far picture later, silly," Tom chuckled. “I've thought everything out.”

They got there, took some silly pictures.

“It's… 10:30, great, we still have time, but we have to run, there'll be a lot of people,” Tom rushed as he took her by her hand and started walking.

"Time for what?" She laughed. "Tom, this is so crazy!"

Tom grinned. “I know.”

And they walked through the crowds, not letting the other go. And she'd chuckle at the tourists with their not so original pictures and then Tom forced her to copy their pictures, pictures where she couldn't hold down her excitement and happiness. Their smiles were growing bigger and bigger each time they'd take a picture, laughing as they tried to make their most clichés poses.

They finally arrived at the destination Tom had planned for, it was going to be the Changing of the Guard right in front of Buckingham's palace. Y / N couldn't stop laughing as they merged through the crowds, mostly made up of tourists with big 'I love London' t-shirts, just like the hoodies they had bought. It was silly. Very silly, but they were having fun.

They watched the guards and then took silly pictures again. It was just perfect.

By 12, they were hungry so they stopped for a snack. Of course, Tom had suggested bloody fish and chips because he insisted that even if she didn't eat them because she claimed she didn't like it, she would miss them.

"I won't," she declared.

"Y / N, please," Tom laughed. “I bet you'll call me one day, all drunk in the middle of the night, knowing you shouldn't call because you'll…” He cleared his throat. “You'll be a married woman craving some bloody fish and chips.”

“I'll miss the beer,” she admitted. “But I can get beer there, so we're good.”

Tom shook his head. "But you'll also miss me."

She sighed. “You're right in that.”

“And the fish and chips.” Tom smiled as he popped a chip into his mouth. "You'll miss this."

She sighed. “Fine, I will.”

I have grinned. "Now ..."

"We're going to the Tower, aren't we?" She guessed and Tom nodded. “How did you know?”

“What?” Tom smiled, innocently.

“We're doing exactly the same thing I did with my brother and father when I was 5,” she chuckled. “Even back then it was crazy.”

“I talked to your mother,” he admitted. “Last night.”

“Ah, you did?” She gulped.

"Yeah, told her I wanted to make all of this special," he told her. “You're my best friend, y/n, I only want the best for you.”

And she only smiled.

But it brought them back to the old times, even if they did nothing near this, they were back to whom they were, long before their feelings were an impediment to have a great conversation. They were back to the laughs and the silly jokes, to the old jokes and their routines. Creating memories, without knowing. Having fun.

They kept exploring London as two people who're going for the first time, like two lovers on a Honeymoon. From the London Tower to Trafalgar Square. They even made a quick tour of the British Museum.

They stopped to shop for a few things, to eat a few snacks and to take pictures everywhere.

The night was falling down, and they seemed to be getting closer and closer, with the excuse that the weather was getting colder, but with the deep intention to be holding the other. They'd often find each other like that in the old times. But this time, it felt different. And Tom wasn't sure why, but he had noticed her. And he knew her, and she had been flirting, and maybe Tom had finally gone completely mad but he was sure that there was something in the air. They way they were speaking, the way they were looking at each other, the way she was whispering everything to him and the way her head would fall to his shoulder every time it could. How their hands would come back together or how their cheeks kept blushing.

Any moment. Any moment could be the perfect moment, yet Tom couldn't manage to say it. Because he didn't want to ruin anything.

But he couldn't help but notice it. Y / N was not acting at all like she had the day before, nor had she mentioned Miguel or the fact that she was leaving. It was as if both were trying to forget it and try to make as many memories as they could before they could leave. Tom had tried to ignore it, but he couldn't, it would be present from time to time. But he was trying, somehow, even if this was another lame attempt to try and get her back, it wasn't but another thing to treasure, because there was still that huge possibility that she'd still leave tomorrow no matter what happened today . Would he tell her he was in love with her?

Just as they arrived at one of their last Destinations, Tom was shaking. Deciding whether or not he should tell her. He had booked something special at Coca Cola's London Eye, a place where tourists were going to be, especially now. But Tom had booked a private capsule and couldn't help but feel nervous.

“I've actually never been to the London Eye,” she admitted. "Never ... Never thought I had to."

"C'mon, really?" Tom laughed.

"Really," she chuckled as she rubbed her arms, hinting she was cold. Tom wrapped an arm around her as they were going to skip the 4d cinema.

“Thought your dad took you here,” Tom pointed out.

She chuckled. "We ... We were going to, but I fell asleep," she laughed. "So we ... we didn't."

Tom smiled. "It's beautiful, you're gonna love it," he declared. “Perfect way to say goodbye.”

“I thought we still had more stuff to do,” she chuckled.

"Yeah, we do ... But, you know," Tom gulped. “I hope this isn't too cheesy, it was the only package available, alright?”

And Tom knew y / n hadn't expected it. But Tom, as cheesy as it sounds, had booked the Cupid private capsule.

They were received by the host, who had definitely recognized Tom but tried to play it cool. They were served their glasses of champagne and y / n chuckled.

“I never thought my London Eye experience would be this luxurious,” she laughed.

“What, did you want to wait hours and then be stranded with a whole lot of people?” Tom asked.

Y / N shrugged. "Maybe, the real experience," she winked. “I'm kidding… This is… This is amazing.”

“Only the best for you,” Tom said.

Y / N looked at the host who was low-key freaking out by Tom. She approached Tom and laughed. "I'm gonna miss this."

Tom laughed. "What? Getting luxurious stuff? ”

“ No, idiot, though, ”she raised her eyebrows with a smug smirk. "No, I'm kidding, no, no-"

"Feeling like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?" Tom laughed.

She rolled her eyes. "No," she sipped from her champagne. "That I know Tom Holland."

Tom frowned. “Leaving doesn't mean you won't know me.”

“No, I know, but… It's weird, you know?” She looked up at him. “Like…” She turned around as they were finally going up one step. “People freaking out because of you, all day people were taking pictures of us, or freaking out and fangirling and… Everyone sees that part of you, you know? The big movie Star. ”

Tom listened.

“And… for some others, mostly my college friends,” she rolled her eyes. “You were… you were this asshole or womanizer.”

Tom cleared his throat. “Not anymore.”

“You are to them,” she reminded him. “But to me… You… You are Tom. I know you, you know? ”

Tom bit his lip. "Yeah, I ... I guess you do."

"I mean, maybe I'm just ... Priding myself on it."

Tom grinned. “And you should.”

“And I should.”

But before they could continue talking, and / n stopped looking at him and finally turned around to see the city, and it took her breath away, with the lights and the stars and everything that was putting out a show for them. It was as if the city was bright only for them, as if they had to be there, together, enjoying the moment. Because this would remain in their memories forever.

Tom just wrapped an arm around her and didn't say anything. She needed to see London, she needed to see that she was meant to stay.

When they finished, they stayed at the lounge for a bit but decided to go to the car, y/n was still holding his hand.

“Tom?” She called for him as they were walking to the car.

"Yeah?" Tom looked at her. The city lights were reflecting on her like an angels glow.

“Thank you,” she said before stopping him, placing her hand on his chest. Tom gulped as he stared at the hand.

“No worries.”

“No, really, for everything, from… The day at the bridal shop, to… to the bridal shower, and today, really, today, I'm sure this is the best day of my life,” she gulped as she stared at him.

“I love you, y/n,” and he had said it. And he meant it and he hoped she had understood because the words had come out so easily yet it was too terrifying to say them again.

Before she could do anything else, she kissed him. Because that's what they had both been wanting to do all day long, all these years. And their kiss was sweet and soft and strong and intense and everything you can imagine from a first kiss, with flames and sparks and everything around, with all the cliché they say, with fireworks and music playing. Feeling like every time their lips touched again it was a new story that they both wanted to read. Like a poem, those which y/n loves to read. The kiss was everything and better than they had imagined.

And she separated first, but he reconnected his lips with hers, as if he was telling her everything he felt with the kiss, all that flame he felt inside, and as if with that kiss, he was apologizing for not having done it before. And he tasted it as if it were the most delicious dessert he had ever tasted. Without knowing it, he had lifted her off the ground while her hand caressed his face.

She pulled away again, and smiled, letting her head lean against his head. Tom felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. And a part of him knew, he was sure, she wouldn't leave London.

And it all made sense, why she hadn't taken her ring and why she'd let him take her hand all day, or why she had kept flirting, or why she would whisper to his ear. It had all led to this.

"Let's go to my place," he had said, because he wanted to spend every second with her. She laughed to herself as she looked down.

Tom thought she looked a little sad, but then she pecked his lips again, assuring him that everything was fine, that was what Tom understood, anyway.

Tom kept kissing Y / N's hand all the way. While she kept smiling. Tom was quiet. But it didn't mean things were wrong.

They got home, Tom had texted Haz to leave the building and let them be alone. As soon as Tom opened the door, y/n had thrown herself back into his arms, connecting their lips.

She pushed him against the wall while kissing him hungrily. Tom pulled away as he chuckled.

"C'mon, no, we've .. We've got time, let's ..."

Because even though he was dying to kiss every beauty spot on her body, he knew what to expect, he had to do Things right. He took her in his arms and laughed.

But she kept kissing him, tracing from his chin to his neck, Tom followed the game, because he wasn't dumb. He had waited too long to taste her lips, and he wouldn’t waste his time. And Tom kept tasting her lips, they reminded him of all the good times, like when they had given him the role of Spiderman, it wasn't even better. It was nectar that he did not want to stop tasting, his hands kept tracing her silhouette.

Little by little, their coats were bothering them. They ended up on the couch, where Tom dropped her gently while kissing her bristly skin, slowly but hungrily. He was outlining her body with his thumb as he stared at her. His index were brushing her, making y/n tickle.

“Y / N-- I--” Before Tom could say anything y / n was moulding her lips with his.

“Not now,” she said before pushing him back, her now on top. Tom felt as he was getting flustered, he blushed as he felt her smirk. Tom had never seen her like this. She just kept kissing him, each time more and fierier.

But then, she suddenly stopped.

Tom opened his eyes abruptly to see her, as she sat on his lap, defeated. Y / N just closed her eyes as she shook her head.

"This is wrong," she whispered.

"No, no, it ... it isn't," Tom said. “y/n, I...I've wanted this for a long time,” he admitted.

Y/N just cupped his face as tears were streaming down her face. “I...I know,” she gulped. “But I'm...I'm still an engaged woman,” she sobbed. “I…” She stood up. “What am I doing?”

Tom gulped. “I… It's okay, this can be slow, I understand,” Tom watched her.

“No, no, I…I should leave,” she said as she looked for her shoes and coat.

Tom followed her. “Y/N,” he looked her in the eyes. “Tell me this isn't what you've wanted all this time.”

Her eyes were shaking as she, defeatedly, looked down. Tom lifted her chin and then kissed her again. And she gave in.

Nothing else happened, really. It was a combination of them cuddling and kissing, and kissing again. Tom didn't try anything, and when y/n would start more intense, Tom would calm her. Knowing that he wanted to do things right. This wasn't a one night stand, this wasn't like all those women he'd been with before. This was the love of his life, and he was finally having the privilege of tasting her lips.

And they had ended up with hoodies and curled up on the couch, with a blanket over them, at the hours passed and passed. And suddenly, it was the am, and they had had conversations at dawn before, but this seemed different.

They didn't address their feelings, it would be condescending to. But they talked about their dreams and how she missed her dad and brother, how she wished they'd be there for her right now.

“I don't know what to do,” she admitted.

“You don't have to do anything,” Tom told her.

She sighed. “This means losing someone very important,” she declared.

“I know, but… It's better like this, tomorrow this won't matter,” Tom whispered.

And she cried again. And eventually, Tom had gently caressed her nose until she fell asleep. And Tom did, too. Because for the first time, he was holding her as something more.

Big was his surprise when he had seen he woke up without any warm body on top of him. He looked for her around the house but y/n was nowhere to be found. He called her and it sent him straight to voicemail. No answer.

He knew he had to give her time. But for him, even though there was no rush, he didn't want to take things slow. He had to continue kissing her and loving her.

But he needed to call her, they needed to talk.

He gave it until the afternoon when Haz arrived. He told him everything that had happened and Haz had cheered him. Haz said he understood, too, why y/n wasn't answering, he calmed him down, saying that she'd probably need time to think.

But they were already celebrating, he had stopped it. But he called her again, and it went straight to voicemail, yet again. He decided to call her mother, knowing it would be a little inappropriate but he wanted to know that she was fine.

“Hi, Anna!” Tom greeted her.

“Hi…”

“Hey, uh…”

“Oh, wait, thanks for yesterday, Tom, it was the best thing you could do for y/n,” her mother said over the phone.

Had she already told her mother? That was good news.

“Oh, right, right, I uh… had a great day,” Tom said with the biggest and dumbest smile on his face. “Is… y/n with you? She's not answering her phone and I need to talk to her,” Tom gulped.

“Oh, dear, she just boarded the plane like an hour ago, I thought you'd come by to say goodbye!” Anna said.

“She… she boarded the...What?” Tom couldn't understand what he was hearing.

“Yes, she already left! So we will see her in a few days! But there's still a lot of things to do for the wedding before we go, so we should-”

“She's… she's still getting married?” Tom asked.

Anna laughed. “Of course, Tom, ah you're always such a charmer, aren't you? Well, yes, she's---”

But Tom couldn't continue listening to her. He couldn't believe it.

Y/N was still going to get married.

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Kim Seokjin: Simile

Dressed in his best suit Seokjin entered the classroom. It was a parent-teacher interview and he was seeing you, Jungkook’s English teacher. He heard from Jungkook that you were weird-looking, all lumpy sweaters, long skirts, messy buns and big bottle-shaped glasses. Squeezing his tall frame into the desk he looked to the front of the class where you told all the children about what and how you teach their children. He thought Jungkook must have been so totally wrong to think you looked like that. You were stunning. Seokjin was almost glad for your baggy sweaters and long skirts, every now and then he saw the ghost of your figure hiding underneath. After that, you went around and discussed quietly with all the parents how each student was individually in class.

You got to him last after some major side-eyeing, I mean he was seriously handsome and you were dreading getting any closer. But everyone else had gone. “Mister Kim was it?” You asked and he held out the name tag each parent wore. “Your son is brilliant and very good at most things but he is a little bit of a prankster. And I don’t think he is applying himself seriously. I mean I asked them to write about their weekend and to include a simile and a metaphor and he only wrote one sentence. This weekend I saw a girl named Simile, but I don’t know what I metaphor (met her for*)” Seokjin started laughing. The sound was so high pitched and you felt yourself blushing.

Jin was proud.

Min Yoongi: Lookalike @anoesjkaax

Walking through the music store he saw you, dressed super cute at one of two registers. He liked that your short dark hair was in a half-up style and atop your cute little nose were a pair of black circular sunglasses. You looked cute sitting next to another young girl who was talking animatedly about her weekend. He was strolling through the aisles and was a little weirded out for a music store. It was so quiet.

“Hey, can I help you?” You asked he shook his head

“No, I am just looking?” Your coworker was quick to jump right back into her storytelling. He came back every day for a week trying to find something that piqued his interest. He learnt that every day you weren’t there the music was unbearably loud. But when it was silent you were sitting at the counter. Talking animatedly with your coworkers and customers. He had spoken a few words to you every time he came in asking where he could find certain genres and you would smile and gesture to certain parts of the store. He finally found something he thought he might like.

“Hi, just this one?” He smiled nervously hoping he didn’t seem weird for being in there all the time. He had made sure to style his hair and was wearing his nicest pair of jeans and hoodie.

“Hey have I seen you somewhere before, or do you have a lookalike” You smiled up at him causing his cheeks to grow pink if you noticed you didn’t point it out. Your coworker laughed saying that it was a terrible pickup line. He seemed to freak out some more when your coworker left you two alone going to fetch the cd. Paying with a card as you were at an EFTPOS only register. “Tell me what is that cologne you are wearing?”

“Uh can’t remember the name I got it as a gift”

“It smells like patchouli and really woodsy while still being fresh” an old man sighed

“I just want to buy this cd why aren’t you serving me? There are two registers, maybe if you weren’t sunglasses inside you would know I was waiting”

“My apologies sir, I only work the EFTPOS register as I can’t count money quick and accurately enough without a few minutes. And I promise you even if I weren’t wearing these sunglasses I still wouldn’t be able to see you as I am blind” pulling off your glasses to reveal your cloudy eyes. Yoongi laughed in relief this whole time he tried to look cool but you didn’t even care.

Jung Hoseok: Fun

“Come on, it will be fun”

“Hobi I don’t want to go on a group date it’s not my scene” he was trying to convince you to come out tonight to meet some guys because you apparently needed to get out more. But after arguing on the phone you gave in. Getting dressed, styling your hair and getting out of your casual clothes and searching in the back of your wardrobe finding a beautiful red dress and black heels. You put on makeup, something you only did for weddings. Arriving at the restaurant everyone was ordering chicken and beer.

Hoseok was late; he probably wanted to force you to talk with some of the guys before he got there, knowing you would only talk to him if he showed up early. Getting to know the guys you were drinking pretty well. They began a drinking game and you lost, they handed you a tall glass of beer but as you went to grab it a hand snatched it away you looked up to see Hoseok standing above you drinking the whole cup. He placed the glass down, grabbed you by the wrist and led you away.

“Hey what’s going on, why are we leaving you said I had to get out more” You whined getting annoyed from being dragged around you ripped your arm from his grip and stopped “I don’t understand”

“I didn’t mean like this, do you know how freaking amazing you look right now” He turned to face you he was towering over you even though you were in heels.

“What is your problem this was your suggestion”

“My problem is this” He kissed you full on the mouth pressing you against the wall, his hands in your hair.

Kim Namjoon: Good

With a hand over your heart, you took a few steps into the warehouse. His nickname was the monster and from the stories you had heard, it was a fitting title. He had a nasty habit of killing people, but that was literally his job so what did you expect? You were hiring a hitman, you had the money in a bag and you had no remorse. Walking into the warehouse you were led to an office upstairs by some of his henchmen, they patted you down looking for weapons and opened your bag to see the money before sending you up.

Namjoon leaned forward in his seat, he knew he was meeting with a woman who was asking him to do a job but he didn’t expect someone so… Colourful. You had a sky blue dress and you looked absolutely stunning. Like the daughter of some rich suburban father. You didn’t look like you had seen any struggles.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I would like you to kill someone for me” You gestured to the bag his henchmen took it and began counting out stacks. Before nodding to him to say it appeared all there.

“Tell me why would a nice young lady like you, come to a guy like me?”

“Look I just want the job done?” You hissed, “Can you do it?”

“Of course there ain’t no one better?” He smiled “Who is the unlucky fellow?”

You handed him an image and he sat up straighter confused. “Do you have a twin?”

“No.” You said “I am paying you to kill me, it’s your job to get it over with. I paid”

He pulled out a firearm from the top draw of his desk and cocked it aiming directly at you, he walked over to you watching you watch him. You were tense, eyes glassy, lip trembling. He frowned you looked so helpless and he hated seeing you scared. Pressing the gun under your chin, pushing your head up and kissing you slowly. “Sweetheart why would I kill someone who tastes so good”

Park Jimin: Chance

What are the odds that two babies were born in two adjacent rooms in a hospital? Those two children went to the same daycare. That they were friends in primary school and enemies in High school. That their desks were right beside one another. That they both applied for the same university. She wanted to study music and he wanted to study dance. That they both got approved to live in the same apartment. What is the possibility that during their time in university they never once addressed their growing love and desire for one another? The day they went their separate ways felt like the whole world was crumbling down around them. With their careers taking off they never thought they would meet again.

You were the music producer for an upcoming performance. It was going to be huge. And after a year of making show-stopping numbers, you were coming to see how it was going. Working beside the conductor explaining how each piece should feel. “This one should be like your running out of time; it's about not wanting to lose the one you love and being desperate to hold on. So the violins will run fast, getting faster and faster until they falter it falls silent and then it picks up on the cello, deep and rising bringing all the instruments back.”

“Hey, that was perfect, do you think you can do it again but this time with the ribbon in your hand. You are supposed to be clinging on to love here and that’s the symbol”

You watched the dancer and smiled, they weren’t facing the audience so you couldn’t tell much about them but they moved so elegantly and familiarly. Leaning back you headed over to the choreographer Hoseok who smiled.

“Everyone meet the music producer for the show, we have to make her proud because it is such a beautiful score.” Your eyes met and you couldn’t help his name slipping past your lips and he couldn’t stop his feet from striding forwards until you were in his arms. You went in for a hug but were surprised by his lips on yours. He held your face sweetly in his hands and moaned ever so softly into your mouth. “Jimin what are you doing, I am sorry about him he is a little flirtatious, he is sorry”

Hoseok had tried to pull Jimin away and you grinned at Jimin’s love-struck face, rushing forward to pull him into a kiss of your own. What are the chances the two of you fell madly in love? That you got married. That you had children and grandchildren and lived happy long lives.

Kim Taehyung: Pyjamas

Your roommate was holding a house party, you weren’t particularly fussed with the festivities preferring to lock yourself in your room. There had been multiple attempts at your door by drunk couples but you called them through the door to leave. The problem was, you were getting hungry. Sliding out of your room making sure to lock the door behind you, you didn’t want to return to horny young adults going at it on your clean sheets. Walking through the party you dodged people until you arrived at the kitchen.

Everything had been raided from the fridge. About to complain you saw a young man looking bored. He was super handsome, you ordered pizza-making specific requirements to deliver it to your bedroom window. Sending through an exact map of how to get to it from the driveway. The handsome man was cornered by a girl who brought him a drink, he looked super uncomfortable and after she had turned away he tipped it down the sink. He politely tried to refuse her and you laughed walking over. She eventually left him alone when her favourite song came on.

“Hey you look miserable” you laughed “You look really comfortable for a party”

“Thanks, these are my pyjamas, I am not at this party, I am just the roommate, I have been hiding in my room, I came out to get something to eat but everything is gone so I ordered pizza,” You said still trying to search for any of your hidden snacks. “You look like you're pretty popular with the girls, is that why you come to parties?”

“No, My friends they drag me here” he sighed

“You want to eat pizza with me, it will be quieter and I got a small tv we could probably watch a movie until the party is over” He nodded following you and as you stepped into the room together he hummed.

“You wouldn’t have a spare set of pyjamas, someone spilt beer on my pants earlier and it smells really bad?”

Jeon Jungkook: Astronaut

“Jungkook, I got to take your daily observations, come on” he sighed, following you to the tiny infirmary he sat on the seat and you took his blood pressure, his heart rate, respiration rate, the oxygen levels temp and more. He removed his shirt and you paused staring at his chest raising the stethoscope.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good”

“Is Everything going well with sleeping, eating, toileting and emotionally and mentally?”

“Yes, yes, yes, no and no”

“What’s up?” You listened to his breathing up and down his back and then his chest.

“It’s lonely up here but I am just really frustrated and there is nowhere to vent you know?”

“You can vent to me,” you said and he choked and you heard his heart skip a beat. Noticing his bright red ears it clicked “oh you mean to vent, vent gotcha, okay well I mean do you need help?”

“Y/n!’

“I meant we could request a facetime call with like a stripper or something maybe in their next supplies they can send up a toy or something, why does it feel like I have walked in on you masturbating but I am like your mother”

“Oh god don’t say that, you're making it weird, now I really can’t vent”

“I’m sorry how can I help, I know it’s a little unorthodox but I did part of my internship at a sperm bank, I can help you if you need, it would be one hundred percent a medical procedure it would mean nothing and it would release some happy endorphins”

“What if I want it to mean something” you paused for a second before kissing him without a care.

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Hello! I'm Mila and I want a match up, pretty please. I'm an INTP-T, Aries, introvert, shy but when you get to know me I'm pretty funny, easy-going person, I try to be kind most of the times but also I can be serious, sometimes grumpy and I have a fascination with contact sports, I like MMA, to be strong, also I love swords, I used to practice fencing, I also love fashion. Physically I'm 5'5, skinny, pale skin, dark brown eyes and wavy short hair. Thank you 💕

Hi, there love! Thank you so much for the request and sorry for taking sooooooooo long! 💕 I hope you enjoy it and I hope you have a wonderful day!

So I match you with..................................... Kenshin

The first time you arrived in Azuchi Castle you instantly hit it off with Masamune. He easily pestered you into opening up to him, the first time he saw you he knew there was more to you than the quiet, shy girl you showed the world. It was through him that you actually became quick friends with the warlords around you. They all loved your hilarious sense of humour and easy-going personality.

One day as you were helping with the cleaning of the castle, you stumbled upon the Oda forces training hall. Your eyes gleamed in delight at the sight of all the swords and weapons. You didn’t waste any time picking up one of the wooden swords and swinging it around. At that very moment Ieyasu walked in with the intention to train and saw you carelessly swinging the sword around. He legit rolled his eyes “Hey dumb dumb you going to hurt yourself if you keep swinging it around so carelessly”. You rolled your eyes back at him and then had the best idea. You ran up to him with excitement “Then teach me”. “Aggggg, why do I always get myself into these situations”. And so your daily self-defence and sword fighting lessons started courtesy of the resident hedgehog. You found sword fighting to be similar to fencing and you definitely impressed Ieyasu with your form and the way you picked up movements really quickly. He even complimented the fact that you weren’t as weak as he initially thought

When you weren't training, you would often go to the markets to do some window shopping, more specifically sword window shopping. You really wanted a sword of your own, and you would often go to the sword traders to look at their stock. You had your eye on a particularly nice piece with flowers and bunnies engraved on it. You were saving everything you had for the sword. The shop keeper knew you well by now and actually offered you a job as apprentice sword sharpener.

One day the most beautiful sword you had ever seen came into the shop to be sharpened. The craftsmanship was absolutely breathtaking, and you couldn't help but wonder what kind of person carried a sword like this. After you were done sharpening in you seethed it and packaged it ready to be picked up. Just as you finished wrapping the parcel, a drop-dead gorgeous man walked in. He walked straight to the counter and asked for his sword. The owner signalled you from the back to bring out the sword you had just finished sharpening. Kenshin carefully unwrapped it and examined it. It had been your first time sharpening something without supervision. He gave you a pleased smile, “You woman, did you do this.” “Jip sure did, why is something not to your liking.” “No it is perfect, in fact, I would like to request that you sharpen Himetsuru Ichimonji from now on.” You smiled a radiant smile, especially after Kenshin handsomely paid you for your work. You gave the coins to the shopkeeper and said that you resign. Kenshin looked at you hella confused, while the shopkeeper lifted the beautiful sword you have had your eye on for weeks now and handed it to you. You smiled as your fingertips traced the pattern engraved on the sword. You looked at Kenshin with a bright smile.

Before you could say, anything 3 thugs walked into the store guns blazing intending on robbing the place. It wasn’t uncommon for people to target and take advantage of elderly shop owners in this time. You took stance standing in front of both men fully intending on protecting both of them. Kenshin's eyes widened in surprise, no one has ever protected him, he has always been the one to protect, before he could even blink you had the three thugs on the ground tied up. You signalled a guard to take them away. You send a silent thanks to Ieyasu for all the training. To say Kenshin was intrigued would be an understatement “You woman what's your name.” You smiled and introduced yourself, his breath caught in his throat he never noticed this before, but, you were absolutely breathtaking, he definitely has never met such a beautiful woman in his life. Neither has he met one as strong and brave as you

Kenshin hated feeling indebted to people so he insisted on taking you for tea as a thank you, even though he probably could have taken care of the thugs on his own. You smiled and accepted the offer. You were surprised at yourself, you were usually quiet and shy around new people; however, you now found yourself quickly opening up to Kenshin. The two of you had quite a lot in common, both having an interest in swords and fighting. Even Kenshin surprised himself when he caught himself faintly smiling at you throughout the whole tea date. Since that day it seemed like the two of you would continuously run into each in the market, not that you minded cause you really enjoyed Kenshin's company

As your relationship grew, the two of you found yourselves, falling in love with each other to the point where you had told your Oda friends that you had fallen for the god of war and that you wanted to go back to Kasugayama with him. Of course, they were not happy with it at first, but they had all come to love you and wanted you to be happy, even if that meant letting you stay with the enemy. You would still visit Azuchi Castle to see your warlord friends whenever Sasuke or Yukimura came to Azuchi to spy. You even surprised Ieyasu with your madly improved swordsmanship, and the two of you would spend your entire visit sparring with each other

You loved staying at Kasugayama, the atmosphere was always lively and fun. You had told Kenshin of your interest in contacts sports more specifically MMA. Once you explained all the ins and outs, he was so amused by the whole idea that he started an MMA contest just for you. You had so much fun competing, and fighting all your warlord friends. Kenshin, however, was on edge the whole time he, didn’t want anyone hurting his dearest love, but he would endure it just to see the pure joy and thrill on your face from taking down some of Echigo best warlords. After these games and competitions, Kenshin would lead you up to his room to treat all your cuts and bruises. Of course, you can expect endless cuddles and kisses after he has patched you up.

Kenshin discovered that you loved fashion and would buy you everything and anything your heart could ever desire. He would even give into your whims of wanting to provide him with a makeover and dress him up. The two of you would go out shopping together all the time, you would pick out the prettiest hoaris for Kenshin to wear. He would legit proudly wear all the clothes you picked out for him on your shopping trip. HE especially loved it when the two of you would wear matching colours like #couple goals

Kenshin loved you so much from your cute shy blush to your hilarious jokes and bubbly personality. He would insist you sit with him during war councils and banquets. He would legit hold your hand and rub soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. Whenever you would get tired during banquets, he would pull you onto his lap and stroke your hair while you rest your head on his chest. After the banquet, he will simply smile down at you, as it seems that you had yet again fallen asleep in his arms. He would gently carry you back to your shared room and tuck you into bed. He will then climb in behind you, he will hug and nestle into you, dropping a few small kisses before joining you in slumberland.

You love sharing quiet moments with the bunny warlord. The two of you can often be found surrounded by your army of fluffs ball. You and Kenshin spend hours outside together playing with the bunnies. Whenever you are grumpy Kenshin will just come up behind you and give you the biggest bunny hug. Even though he loves your cute little grumpy face, he loves it more when you are smiling. He will pepper you with kisses until that smile is back on your face. If that doesn’t work he will tackle you to the ground and tickle kiss fight you, the bunnies will even join in on the fun, nuzzling their little noses against your face and hair. You can't help but break out in smiles at your cute bunny family. No one can be grumpy for long surrounded by so much fluff, love and affection.

Other potential matches..................Yukimura

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Limerence [M] ︳21

Pairing: Zuko x OC

AU: Adult-Verse

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with future smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW

Words: 5400+

Notes: Fair warning - tomorrow’s chapter is yummy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Masterlist ︳20 ︳ 22 [M]

❤ Buy me a coffee? ❤

Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Coup d'etat

(French/n.) A sudden decisive exercise of power in politics.

~ Azula ~

“You never told me your brother was sleeping with a fine ass bitch like that – the last time I checked, he was with that grump.” Kayto hummed as he flicked his long delicate fingers upwards, a smirk painting his face as he lazily lounged against the wall of the mountainside. The sun was shining radiantly and cast shadows amongst Kayto’s figure, highlighting the faint brown undertones in his black hair. “Did you see the ass on her? And those red pouty lips, mhmm- the things I would do to that little flower. Just bend her over and-”

“Watch your tongue, boy.” Yakone hissed. The first words he spoke since we’ve met up. I couldn’t help, but grin, entertained at the hostility Yakone showed towards Kayto. It was fascinating how stingy Yakone has become of Zuzu’s girlfriend since he found out that she is his deceased sister’s daughter. Maybe for once in his damn life – he was starting to form a heart.

Kayto’s eyes widen, taken off guard from the growl that erupted deep in Yakone’s chest, but in a flash, he beamed, “Ahh, you already claimed her? You do know – ‘sharing is caring’ Yakone. I wouldn’t mind sharing a beauty like her.” Kayto chuckled, pushing back his long locks, but Yakone scoffed.

“That’s my niece; you’re so eager to fuck.”

Kayto’s body tensed, no longer leaning against the mountainside as he stood up straight, “No offence Yakone – but she’s far too stunning to have any relation to such a brut like yourself.”

“He’s saying the truth you fool,” I mumbled out, my arms crossed. Kayto frowned, stepping forward, “And when were you going to tell me this? Kind of important information, wouldn’t you think?” I smiled innocently as Yakone crossed his arms and leaned against the rocks, “You have one job boy – make sure your idiot of a brother-in-law doesn’t sign those papers. If they build that damn new Nation, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again.”

Kayto sighed heavily, not taking Yakone’s threat at all serious, and dramatically patted his head, “I don’t see why it matters. Let them build the damn Nation – it means more money and goods to steal.”

“You’re an idiot.” Yakone grumbled, but Kayto just snickered, “And why so? There’s really isn’t much reason not to let them play builders.”

“Do you know what’ll happen if they build that Nation?” Yakone hissed irritably. The way the vein in his head pulsed with impatience as his hands fisted into a tight ball, he was annoyed at the nobleman, and I couldn’t help but watch them entertained. Keeping to the sideline as they argued between each other.

“You think it’ll be easy to loot? If that Nation is built we’ll be going against not one, but a united force of all the damn Nations. The closer these Nations work together, the harder it is on us.” Yakone growled as he stepped forward, “We need to make sure the Nations don’t work together. Make them fight one another. Ozai was right about one thing – this world is about survival. I’ll kill and destroy anything to make sure I come out on top, and the best way to do that is from the underbelly, but I wouldn’t mind killing that bastard Zuko along the way. I want him dead.”

Kayto frowned, his hand tightly gripping the front of his shirt as he watched Yakone, wise man to be afraid of Yakone. Yakone was a tyrant – and while I may not show it or ever voice it, even I know my place with him. “You’re a savage Yakone.” Kayto scowled, before turning on his heel, “I’m leaving, I got a meeting with your favourite man – Zuko.”

“Don’t let your King sign those papers and try not to be such a horn dog, or else,” Yakone warned, waving his fingers tauntingly, showing how easy it would be for him to bend us against our will with a flick of his wrist. Kayto simply shrugged, “I get it. Azula-”

I nodded my head, watching the way Kayto grinned wickedly, “Any message you want me to relay to your dear brother?” He mused. I laughed, pushing my hair back as I pointed my chin upwards, “Don’t worry. I plan on visiting him. Some brother-sister bonding time, it’s important, after all.” Kayto snickered before leaving. His green robes blended in with the shrubbery around us as if he was taking a pleasant morning stroll.

I shifted my weight as I gazed at the back of Yakone. He was crouched, looking over the ridge, seemingly interested in watching the rays of the sun twirling along the trees - the water from the two-day rainfall was glistening under the sun. It was odd, how such a cold-hearted being ostensibly enjoyed the view of nature – who would’ve thought he was a nature lover…

“You want to kill my brother, hmm?” I spoke. Yakone didn’t flinch a bit, still crouched over as he gazed beyond the horizon. “And you wish to kill my niece.” He spoke flatly. I frowned as I kicked the dirt underneath my feet, walking over to him, “Nothing personal, she just happens to be the wick I need to destroy my brother.”

Yakone scoffed, before straightening out and turning to face me, “And your brother is the target of my plan. It seems like we’ve gotten ourselves in a bit of a stalemate, huh?” I scoffed - the irony. We both seek the same things – yet the outcome we desired was entirely different.

Yakone wanted Zuko dead while I wanted him alive.

I wanted Ying Yue dead, while he seeks to protect her – the last living relative of his.

I let my hand gently wander down his chest as I hummed to myself, “...It would seem so…stalemate.”

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

“And then the next thing you know Suki is completely covered in mud!” Toph shouted, tears in my eyes as we laughed hysterically down the halls. Suki flushed in embarrassment as she swung her arms around as if she could somehow deflect the humiliation from her, “GOSH. IT WAS ONE TIME.” Suki cried out frustratingly. I grinned as I bumped my hip against hers, “Not fun being teased, huh?” I snickered.

Suki rolled her eyes, linking her arms with me as we giggled loudly amongst ourselves. Today was girls night since I cancelled last minute the other day. The whole ‘confessing my feelings to Zuko’ was a lot, and today, I felt comfortable enough to tell the girls the details. And it was also a chance to ask for some more…personal and intimate advice involving me, Zuko, and hopefully, the bedroom. Gosh, since when did I crave physical intimacy like this?

Toph laughed as she stomped forward, “Well, let’s go to the wine cellar and grab some bottles to bring to the spa.”

“I didn’t know Zuko offered some wine for us; I have to thank him later,” I spoke with a smile. But Suki snorted, “Uhh, I wouldn’t mention it…since he didn’t really offer…more like we know where he hides the good stuff, and we’re going to borrow some for tonight.” My eyes widen as I looked at Toph and Suki, “We can’t steal wine from the kingdom!” I screeched. Toph shrugged, “I don’t think it’s stealing…we’re bringing back the bottles...”

“Empty?” I argued.

“Hey, at least we returned most of it, right?”

I mentally facepalmed, I swear these two drink far more than acceptable. “We just had lunch, isn’t it a bit early to get drunk?” Suki grinned madly, “It’s never to early to drink. Let’s go, Princess; we got some bottles to drink and some gossip to share~!” I couldn’t help but giggle once again, snuggling up into her arm as we skipped along the kingdom. But a broad set of doors and people standing in front caught my attention. “Hey…isn’t that…”

“They’re already done the meeting?” Suki questioned. Toph stopped walking, “Seems so, I can feel them all leaving the room.” I scanned about, seeing our boys standing in front, yet the looks on their faces seemed far from happy. Aang and Sokka looked defeated, their shoulders’ slumped as they muttered to themselves, noticeably exasperated. But my eyes trailed behind them, Zuko standing with his arms crossed as he listened to whatever they hushed about.

Although his face remained neutral, I knew better. His clenched jaw and pursed lips; Zuko was pissed. “Let’s go see…” I muttered as we slowly strolled towards them. I knew the boys were having trouble. Zuko came back to bed last night, seemingly as frustrated as he was now. Apparently, the Earth King refused to accept the construction of the new Nation, and that was before they even discussed the funding. Don’t tell me the King refused to sign the papers once again…that would be another day wasted.

Aang spotted us, his face brightening up, but more importantly, he seemed relieved to see me. “Yue is everything between you and – you know, okay?” Aang whispered as he walked over to me and enveloped me in an embrace, “It’s perfect, tell you about it later?” I whispered back, Aang nodded, “Good, I had a feeling. Zuko’s been smiling all morning – it’s scary.” I snorted as Aang moved along, walking over to greet Suki and Toph.

Sokka, in an instant, ruffled my hair, “Hey Princess. You guys drunk yet?” I blushed sheepishly as I slapped his chest, of course, he has to ruin my hair.

“Come on – girls night doesn’t always involve getting drunk.”

“Pft, tell me one girls night where one of you haven’t gotten completely plastered.” I opened my mouth to argue but to be fair; he had a point. With a huff, I danced away from Sokka, not bothering to hide the fact that I was searching for one man in particular. As my eyes gazed about, they finally fell upon the real reason why I came here.

“Zuko…”

I waltzed towards him, my hands delicately falling upon Zuko’s chest, feeling the silk underneath my fingertips. The way his amber coloured eyes shinnied and his shoulders relax sent a smile on my face, his hands cupping my own, “Love…” Zuko muttered as he softly kissed my forehead.

“Rough meeting?”

“He won’t sign the fucking papers.” Zuko spat under his breath, making sure that the Earth Nation advisors who were standing outside with us didn’t overhear. I sighed, Zuko seemed stressed, I could feel it in his touch. “What’s stopping him?”

Zuko huffed painstakingly loud, “That fucking asshole – Kayto. The Earth King seems pleased with the idea, and every time we think we sealed the deal, that asshole whispers into the King’s ear like a little devil on his shoulder. I swear, I’m gonna kill him myself.”

I sighed, letting my hand gently caress Zuko’s face, trying to soothe him. This was beyond worrying – Zuko needed the Earth King to sign those documents. Sure, Zuko could just build the Nation without his acceptance, but we all knew that would be another thorn between the two Nations. “I’m sorry; I want to help-”

“No. You stay out of this – I don’t trust that asshole one bit, something about it feels…strange.”

“But Zuko-”

“I said no love, be a good girl and listen,” Zuko demanded, cupping my chin tightly and forcing me to look at him. His soft lips barely brushed against mine as I pouted defeatedly, my cheeks glowing at his tone, I’m such a sucker for this man.

There was just something about his overbearing presence that had me yearning for more, and based on the way Zuko’s hand mischievously trailed along my back, he knew just as well. Every faint touch of his seemed to etch itself into my skin, my body craving more. Without much thought, my fingers found it’s way down Zuko’s broad chest, feeling the way it rose with every breath and the muscles that lurked underneath his robes. “Don’t tease babe; I’m not exactly feeling patient today.” Zuko groaned with bated breath.

“Maybe that’s the point…” I kittenishly muttered back. Zuko licked his lips slowly, eyes narrowed, as his hand trailed along my lower back, “Babe-” Zuko warned, but I could hear the hint of neediness lingering as he spoke between bitten lips. Gosh, how much I want him to touch me, do something - anything.

“This is outrageous! How about I talk with the King?” Suki groaned loudly. I jumped.

So caught up with Zuko, I idiotically forgot that the gang was here, right beside us. “The Kyoshi warriors have served him many times; he’ll probably hear me out.” Suki continued.

Zuko grinned, watching the way I flushed realizing how out right needy I was being, letting lust take over for a split moment. His grasp loosened, and I found myself turning on my heel and letting my body rest against his. I hope no one noticed-

“Look at you – I haven’t done a single thing, and you’re all hot and bothered.” Zuko teased lowly into my ear. I didn’t think twice as I anxiously crossed my arms and puffed up, “S-shut up.” I muttered harshly, listening to the gang speak amongst themselves, although nothing stuck with me.

I could hear Zuko chuckle in my ear, the way his chest hummed in enjoyment as his arms snaked around my waist. Every gesture of his had me quivering – no matter how innocent his gesture was. What’s wrong with me? But I snorted to myself; I knew exactly what was wrong with me – I had an agonizing craving for a particular man named Zuko. And every day was just another tease of what could happen. Of what I could experience – and it seems like I’m reaching my breaking point. Oh, the irony - I was supposedly the patient one, the one with the best self-control in the relationship. Ha, self-control my ass.

“That’s not the problem; it’s his brother-in-law,” Sokka moaned, seemingly in response to whatever Suki had said earlier. Aang huffed exasperatingly as he crossed his arms, “I don’t get why Kayto hates the thought of a United Nation – it’s the least we could do to prevent another pointless war – no offence Zuko.” I could feel Zuko shrug from behind me, “None taken.”

Suki sighed, “Sorry guys, I don’t know what I can do to help. The whole voyage here, I was rooting for you.”

“We could get Princess to just flirt with Kayto; he seemed to like you.” Toph blurted without a care in the world.

Within seconds my eyes widen, and I could literally hear and feel Zuko revolt in disgust, “Over my fucking body she will.” Zuko hissed furiously. Toph shrugged her shoulders, “Whatever, from the party, it seemed like he had the hots for her. Let the Princess strut her stuff.”

Toph knew, and I found a cold sweat start, gosh. While I loved Toph’s abilities to Earthbend, sometimes it proved intrusive – could she feel Zuko and me fighting that night? Wait…can she tell that I’m all bothered because of Zuko right now? I could feel my cheeks get all rosy once again as I twiddled with my fingers, I swear she knows more than she lets up.

“I prefer to build the Nation and cause another pointless war than to let him place a single hand on her.” Zuko huffed possessively, the grip around my waist tighten. His fingers dug into my dress, pulling me so close to his chest I could feel Zuko’s heartbeat on my back, “I’m not telling her to sleep with the guy, I’m saying flirt. Some sweet talk, you know- play politics.” I groaned as I pulled at Zuko’s hands, “You’re hurting me~!” I whined from underneath his grasp, “S-sorry love.” Zuko grumbled shyly as he loosened up his grip. I’m not jealous he says – pft.

“Speaking of the devil…” Suki whispered harshly, facing us with wide eyes.

I would be lying if I said Kayto wasn’t anything but handsome – because he was just that. He could effortlessly be the poster model for the Earth Nation with his glowing tanned skin and emerald eyes. If one didn’t know better, they would easily swoon over him. Kayto had such a way with words, flirting - but no amount of good looks or charming smiles could hide the appalling personality that lurked underneath. He was a playboy, that much I could figure out. The way he coolly flirted with the maids, he could make any woman, or man for that matter, weak in the knees.

A low growl erupted from Zuko’s chest from spotting Kayto waltz out of the room, a flirtatious smile painting his face as his eyes briefly lined up with mine. “Oh, relax, will you – what are you, a lion?” I grumbled while trying to smile back at Kayto politely – it’s all politics after all. I could hear Zuko click his tongue against his teeth and snarl into my ear, “Do I look like a fucking kitten to you?”

“Well if I do recall, you were the one letting me play with your hair all morning.” I smugly retorted. Toph snorted, “She got you there your highness.”

“If you wanna play like that, don’t forget that lions pounce on their prey – devours them whole.” I gasped and keenly bit my lip feeling Zuko’s teeth against my ear. The jolt of pleasure that ran up my spine caught me off guard, I can’t believe he’s seriously doing this right now- “Z-Zuko-” I gasped, and I could feel the growing smirk on his lips, “How about I show you how well I can eat you up.”

“Zu-Zuko. N-not now…” I tried my hardest to whimper out, my hands tightly holding his, fighting back the moan that desperately wanted to bubble out.

“Funny, you seemed quite eager just a few moments ago, babe.”

“I-It’s girls night.” I blubbered, his teasing nibbles along my neck, coaxing me into wanting to forget about girls night altogether and spend the rest of the day with Zuko. But as the words slipped out of my mouth, within a flash, Zuko pulled away – did I say something wrong?

“I swear I’ll lock you all up in jail if you steal wine from the fucking cellar again.” Zuko snickered, doing a complete 180. My eyes widen, and I could feel my wrist being pulled, Suki tugged me away from Zuko, “Sorry, what was that? Take as many bottles as we want? Awe, you’re the best!” Suki giggled.

Within a flash, Toph sprinted away with Suki hauling me along. I looked over my shoulder, Zuko bearing the biggest grin of his face as we dashed. But I could feel my heart flutter realizing what he mouthed to me as I dashed down the corridors, ‘I love you.’

I giggled, time for some sweet-sweet revenge for all of that damn teasing.

“LOVE YOU TOO, ZUZU~!” I shouted.

Zuko’s cheeks flushed red as Sokka and Aang looked at him with bug eyes. Despite the growing distance, I could hear all the commotion Aang and Sokka were causing, “You said it - You finally told her?!”

“You love my innocent little sister!?” Sokka shouted.

I knew Zuko was going to kick my ass tonight when we went to bed, but seeing the way he blushed was totally worth it – I really do love you.

“We have six bottles – isn’t that just a tiny bit, overboard?” I questioned timidly as I watched Suki and Toph carry them tightly to their chests. The grins on their faces told me otherwise, “Overboard? Oh please, wait till you come to the Earth Nation – then we’ll show you a mighty fine time.” Toph snickered. I gulped loudly as I pushed two bottles of wine against my chest, suddenly the thought of visiting them in the Earth Nation seems both enthralling and damaging to my liver.

Maids and guards observed us with faces of delight, watching us carry these bottles of alcohol to the spa area. The sunlight seeped through the windows, a nice change from the terrible rain storms we have gotten over the past days. It would be nice if Zuko and I could go for a nighttime stroll…or maybe go to the hot springs together – to relax…

“What the- what happened?” Toph shouted.

Suki and I stopped dead in our tracks, hearing the absolute terror in Toph’s voice. We sharply turned around to look over at Toph, her mouth almost hit the floor as she clenched at the bottles so tightly, her fingers were turning white, “W-what are you-”

“The Waterfall. I-It’s gone. What happened?”

Damnit.

Toph’s brows were furrowed together as her feet were firmly planted on the ground, I turned my head to the side, and sure enough – we were right in front of the gardens. “Does this have something to do with your scar - why you lied about it the other day?” Toph groused. Suki turned to face me, her eyes wide, “What? Why would you lie about a scar- the waterfall, why didn’t you or Zuko-”

“We didn’t want to worry you guys. Zuko did an investigation, and it was just an accident.”

“An accident? Bullshit. I’m an Earthbender Yue – I can tell you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying.” I huffed anxiously, and for the first time, I spoke my true feelings revolving that fateful day. “I’m telling you the truth - what I know…but…I don’t believe what Zuko told me. He didn’t seem so sure about it himself. I would’ve annoyed him, but I was too hurt to bother and-”

“Too hurt? What in the world happened!?” Shrieked Suki. I opened my mouth and closed it, great - this was not how I expected girls night to go. “Does Sokka and Aang know? They have to know, why didn’t you guys say something-” Suki cried, I pouted as I anxiously bit my lip. Why did I have to be the person to tell them? Ughhh – my damn luck!

“Let me explain, from the start,” I muttered. Without realizing, I found myself guiding them towards the wreckage.

Zuko didn’t bother tidying up the zone, merely bordering it off from the gardens. It’s not like he had time to fix it, between my party and the Earth King’s arrival, this was the least of his worries. It was eerie, despite the sun beaming radiantly and the blooming flowers surrounding us, seeing the waterfall in nothing but piles of stone with some flowing water felt wrong. Just days ago Kiyi and I were feeding the turtle ducks together, just moments ago I was under those piles of rocks trying to save innocent children.

“Were any of the kids hurt?” Suki questioned, a giant frown on her face as she gazed aimlessly at the debris. The look of pure shock in her eyes as she observed the destruction, I couldn’t blame her one bit. It looked terrible, just a giant pile of mess. I shook my head as I anxiously gripped the bottles tighter to my chest, “N-no but Zuko did an investigation, and the guards said it was nothing more than-”

“A natural erosion of the rocks – leading to a landslide.” Toph finished.

Suki and I sharply turned to her. The whole time Toph was silent, not one snarky or sarcastic remark escaped her. Letting the bottles lay on the grass, she hunched over, her hands firmly placed against the ground. Her fingers dug into the ground, concentrating intensely as if she was feeling or searching for something. “That’s what they wanted to make it seem like – an accident.”

“What do you mean by them, Toph.” Suki interrogated. I could feel my gut drop; she can’t possibly be hinting at what I think she is. “It wasn’t an accident. Someone tried to hurt, or worse, kill you, Yue. Or you were at least a target. It would make the most sense.”

“Toph. That’s a big accusation you’re saying.” Suki spoke - her tone low, trying to be cautious. It was terrifying to see Suki sober and Toph speaking calmly. Kill me? Please be a foolish joke. “I-I, don’t understand.” I whimpered, looking at the rocks, was it true? Did I actually see someone that day at the top of the waterfall? Was it really a person and not just a figure of my imagination. Oh my gosh-

“I can feel it; they built tiny pockets of space in the foundation of the waterfall. Whoever did this, they hired some Earthbenders – skilled ones at that. Anyone could stand at the top of the falls, and with a little kick, cause it to all come crumbling down, destroying almost all evidence with it…” Toph muttered, before standing up straight and wiping her dirty hands against her shirt. “Who else knew?” Toph asked.

“Knew what?” I gasped out. My chest felt tight as if I couldn’t get in enough air into my lungs.

“About you guys feeding the turtle ducks at the waterfall.”

“N-no one. It was an idea Kiyi told me, and I asked Zuko if it was okay, and he said sure, and Lia put the food down for us during my ceremony.” Toph hissed as she stomped her feet against the dirt, “No. That’s not right. Someone else would've had to know. Yue, this was an inside job. Someone in the kingdom is a rat.” I took another deep breath, gazing at the rocks. I could feel the blood rushing to my head as I tried to let their assumptions sink in.

This was insane.

This can’t be true; I knew a few people were upset by the rumours that I was a Waterbender, but to think they would kill me over it? That’s crazy. “But why. Why target Yue? It hasn’t even been a full month since she’s been living here- the people love her! Did you forget about the articles petitioning for Zuko to marry Yue soon?” Suki argued.

“I don’t know… we’re missing something. But what…” Toph muttered to herself as she moved her feet against the ground. “We need to tell Zuko. We need to increase security-”

“No.” Toph sternly spoke. Suki frowned, “Why not? There may be a killer on the loose, and clearly they have no moral boundaries if they’re willing to kill children.”

“If we tighten security, then they know that we know. We need to act natural. Resume our day as if we discovered nothing. We’ll tell Zuko, but that’s it. From now on, we keep a lookout for anything out of the norm.”

“And the Earth King?” Suki pestered. Toph shrugged, “He’s fine. This is a personal attack. Whoever planned this seems most interested in our Princess…”

“Hey… you okay?” Suki spoke softly, turning to me. It was then I realized I hadn’t uttered a word. I felt cold, my hands shaking. Someone wanted to kill me – how the hell am I supposed to react to that? But I found myself going back to one single thought over and over again - if they were willing to hurt Kiyi or Zuko to get to me…does that mean…

“Toph. Be honest with me.” I spoke quietly.

Toph frowned, waiting for my question, “Am I a danger to Zuko? If I stay, will Zuko get hurt because of me?” I could see Suki look at Toph, worry painting her face, anticipating for the answer. With a giant sigh, Toph crossed her arms, “Zuko is smart and skillful – you’ll be stupid to underestimate him. He’s a king for a reason, and from now on, I advise you stick to him.”

“But is there a chance that he’ll get hurt.” I pressed on. Toph huffed once more as she impatiently tapped her foot, “It doesn’t matter whether or not he may or may not get hurt. Because whether or not he’s willing to risk his life for you isn’t something you can decide for him, it’s his choice – his life. Would you be willing to risk your life for him?”

“Of course-”

“Then you answered your damn question. You guys love each other, right? That’s what you screamed out to him before we left - right?” I huffed, my fingers digging into the labels wrapped around these bottles, “Yeah…I-I love him.”

“And the moment you screamed that his heart went bonkers. So stop asking stupid questions, that man is crazy about you. We’ll talk to him about this ‘murder on the loose’ stuff tomorrow; we have a girls night to celebrate.”

“You really think we can wait to talk with the boys till tomorrow…?” Suki asked, anxiously looking back and forth between what was left of the waterfall and us. Toph just sighed, leaning over to grab the bottles that she laid on the ground, “We survived this long haven’t we? If whoever really wanted to do something, they would’ve done it already. Clearly, they’re waiting for something, so let’s act natural and just go on with our day. It'd be more obvious if we made a fuss about it.”

Suki sighed, taking in a deep breath before letting her shoulders relax. And just like that, a huge smile painted her face, “Let’s go have some fun.” It was my turn to pout as I sullenly huffed to myself, trying hard to breathe and not let my emotions run rampant. “You expect girls night to resume like normal? As if there isn’t someone trying to kill or hurt me?” I hissed out furiously.

Toph shrugged, walking over to me, and it was then I noticed, one of the bottles was uncorked. “Nope, that’s why we start drinking now. Take a swing Princess, because today is going to be our last before murder-mystery-game-night starts.” I let out a shaky breath; this is absolutely insane. But despite my survival instincts screaming at me to run to Zuko now and hide for my dear life, I found myself dropping my bottles and grabbing Toph’s.

One giant bitter tasting swing and a silent curse, I pushed the bottle back to Toph, “Let’s have a girls night.” I hiccupped, feeling a faint burn run down my throat after chugging a good bit down, certainly not how wine is intended to be drunken may I add. But before Toph could put the cork back into the bottle, Suki quickly reached over, and took a giant swing of her own, “I really needed that.” Suki sighed, and Toph snickered, also stealing a massive swing.

Toph lazily wiped her mouth with her sleeve, before light-heartedly swinging the bottle side to side, “See, one bottle down, five more to go. Easy stuff.”

“Toph…” I mumbled, “What’s up, Princess?”

“…six bottles doesn’t seem like enough.” Suki and Toph laughed, wrapping a free arm around my waist, squishing me in between them. “You’re safe with us. Zuko will throw a temper tantrum should anything happen to you.”

“Thanks, guys…”

“That’s what sisters are for.” Suki gushed, and surprisingly enough, Toph grunted in agreeance, “Now let’s start talking about why you and Zuko haven’t done the damn deed yet. What are you guys waiting for? Are you trying to be the next ‘Katara and Aang’ and wait for years?”

Toph groaned loudly, “Don’t get me started; you don’t even want to know what these two nasties were doing earlier.” I blushed furiously while Suki gasped, “This is it! Operation ‘get Princess laid’ is officially in the works!”

I sighed.

I should’ve left with Zuko when I had the chance.

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Crossing Parallel Lines- Sam Winchester x Reader: Chapter 8

Warnings: Angst, sadness, cute boyfriend! Sam (again. I mean he’s just a big teddy bear) tooth-rotting fluff, mention of Jensen Ackles (cause ya know, he’s a “different person”)

A/N: I do not own any rights to Tangled but I thought this quote was perfect for this chapter. Sam and the Reader are just adorable and that I love you quote always stood out to me.

Word Count: 1569

Author’s POV

After the long drawn out conversation with Sam about whether or not to stay, and some research into the matter, you made your decision. Was it perfect? No, but it could fulfill the desires of both you and Sam.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” You text Sam and the same to Dean, asking if they would meet with you. They both had been away for the first half of the day so you wanted them home for this.

“Of course, baby. Where do you wanna meet?” Sam texted back.

“Come home?” The fact that you call the Bunker your home, made Sam smile and feel all warm inside. Dean would joke saying that you two are practically living out a chick flick but he didn’t care; he was in love.

“We’ll be there as soon as possible. I love you.”

“I love you, more.”

“I love you most.”

“Isn’t that some quote from a Disney movie or something?” Dean asked from the driver’s seat as he snuck a glance at his brother’s phone.

“Oh, and you know that how?” Sam questioned.

“Just a guess. It sure sounds all cheesy and overly chick-flick-like so.” He answered with a shrug.

“Well if you must know, it’s from Tangled, one of y/n’s favorite movies.” Sam defended himself and his girlfriend. Not that they owed Dean any kind of explanation to their relationship, but any way to end the uncomfortable conversation.

“So, what do you think she wants to talk about?” Dean asked, changing the subject.

“I’m not sure but I think it’s serious. I mean, she hardly ever texts when we’re on hunts unless it’s urgent.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Dean quirks an eyebrow with this question.

“Not at all. I just hope she’s okay. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her.”

“You’re really crazy about this girl, aren’t you?”

“I love her man. I never thought I would in the lifetime, you know with the hunting and what not but she gets it, man. She sees it and offers good ideas. She knows I guess mostly from that TV show in her world but, it works most of the time.”

“I know. I see the way you are with her and how you look at her; it’s gross.” Dean teases.

“Shut up,” Sam says, pink dusting his cheeks.

“Nah man, I’m happy for you. I really like y/n. I think her and I could be good friends. But if you hurt her, I’ll take her side and be sure to kick your ass.”

“Really? You’d take her side over mine?”

“Yes. Do you see that girl? She wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“No, she could but she’d feel bad about it later.” Both brothers laughed at how differently you saw the world than they did. They usually had to deal with the dark and grim and the sadness; the evil of the world. But you always saw the positive side of every situation. Making jokes with the boys, always wearing bright clothes to lighten up their days. You’d be sure to add sweet smells around the Bunker, whether with baking or wax melts and even yourself and the variety of perfumes you’d wear. You brought a different essence to their lives and they loved you for it.

About thirty minutes had passed and you heard the sound of the doors shutting to the Impala. Not being able to control your excitement anymore, you bound up the stairs and out the front door, quickly rushing over to the parked car, jumping on Sam as soon as you were close enough to him.

“Oof.” He said as the breath in his body was knocked out of him just slightly.

“I missed you!” You say, nuzzling your nose in his neck, inhaling the scent you missed the most.

“I missed you too, baby girl.” He whispered back, still holding you close. “You know I can get used to these homecomings, as long as you’re here to greet me.”

You frowned just the slightest bit but Sam took notice.

“What’s the matter?” He says, putting you down.

You shake your head and take his hand. “Let’s go talk about that.” You kiss his lips quickly and help him and Dean with their bags. Heading inside and down to the main living area, Sam and Dean both sitting across the map table from you so you could look at them both.

“So, I asked you guys here because I’ve made my decision.” You could see it on his face almost immediately; Sam was nervous.

“I decided that I will go back home. There is a lot that I need to do back in my world and I’ve already overstayed my welcome. I can’t just spontaneously leave everything behind; I’m more sensible than that.” Frowns covered the faces of both brothers and the guilt you felt for this decision, almost became unbearable.

“But there is something else. When I came over here, I did not expect to gain a best friend and even more importantly, a boyfriend. I didn’t know where I was going to go when I said that spell but I wanted to take that chance. And yeah, it is a bit crazy, you guys are fictional characters in my world. That doesn’t matter though because you’re real here. Sam and Dean, Dean and Sam, the brothers who save people and hunt things; the family business! Which is just a catchphrase and the business of one of the guys who plays you on TV, in my world. You two took my heart and I don’t think I’ll be getting it back anytime soon, right?” You smile at the still-sullen boys before you.

“With all this being said, and we can verify it with Rowena, I’d like to come back here, as much as possible. I crossed through parallel lines to get here the first time and I’ll have to go back but why not do it more often? I mean, there’s nothing that says it had to be just a one-time thing, right? I’m sure I can come back and forth as many times as I want to. And that way, Sam and I can still be together and Dean, we’ll still be best friends. What do you guys say?”

Sam pushed his chair back from the table and walked around it to join you. He looked down at you with a sad look that never left his face, fingers gliding under your chin to pull your face up to look at him.

“Sweetheart, that usually doesn’t happen with spells. Once you do it, you can’t do it again. That’s always how it’s been and I’m afraid that’s what’s going to happen here. Rowena will tell you she can’t do anything to bend the rules of lore that has been around for centuries.” Sam says and as his words sink in, you don’t believe them.

“No! No, Sam, I won’t accept that! There has to be something we can do where I can live in my world and live in this one and come and go as much as I want. I can’t just give everything up but I can’t leave you either. I can’t; I won’t. Sam, please, you, what are you saying? Are you just giving up on us that quickly? Not even trying to see if Rowena could do something different? She’s one of the most powerful witches ever to exist; she’s gotta know something!

“Sam’s right kid, it’s almost always a one-and-done situation. I don’t think there’s any way around it.” Dean chimed in.

“You’re giving up on this too?” You spin around to look at Dean with the same disbelief you were looking at Sam with.

“We’re not giving up on you, sweetheart.” Dean defends.

“It sure sounds like you are, both of you! I knew I shouldn’t have come here; I hate you guys!” You yell, rushing out to your room.

“Y/N!” Sam calls after you but Dean stops him.

“Give her some space, man. She’s really upset and I don’t think either one of us could comfort her right now. She said she hates us.”

“She doesn’t really hate us, Dean. But you’re right; now’s not a good time. I just had to tell her the truth. I can’t let her go off and believing something that isn’t true.”

“I know but maybe…What if Rowena could do something?” Dean suggested.

“What? Dean we both know spells aren’t repeatable; never have been.”

“But this is one we’ve never seen or even heard of before. Until she came, we didn’t know there was another world out there besides this one. And then she came and took over our lives in the best possible way and you fell madly in love with an amazing girl. You can’t just give up on her!” Dean spoke, raising his voice at the end.

“Believe me, Dean, that is the LAST thing I will ever do. I won’t ever give up on her nor will I ever love someone as I love her. I will do everything in my power to stay with her, no matter the cost to me. If I have to make a deal, fine. If I have only a short time left, I want to spend that with her. And I won’t stop until she is in my arms again. Get Rowena on the phone; now.”

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Sunkissed

There wasn’t a single person on that island that had not heard of Roxas and his statues.

Despite his young age, the boy was an established sculptor and was respected by all the inhabitants of his village. Many of them visited his household to admire the marvelous sculptures exposed by the artist in his own garden: there were dogs, cats, birds on the verge of spreading their wings, so neat and detailed that they were able to convey life through their hollow eyes, girls dressed with such light and delicate dresses that the bystanders, delighted, had to touch the folds over and over again to be sure that they had really been carved in marble. People found it hard to tell fact from fiction, and they often stood perfectly still by the works, eyes widened, as if they were the true statues, avoiding to blink and hoping to be able to grasp the slightest movement of the sculptures.

It was actually rumored, indeed, that the statues could come to life, and there was even someone willing to swear to all the gods of Olympus that they saw them moving and changing expressions. The most sceptical assumed that it might had been just a trick of light and shadows that were constantly moving according to the position of the sun, while the most devoted claimed that Apollo was so in love with the boy’s art that he moved the sun itself just to animate it.

It was undeniable that the young sculptor had a talent never seen before, and the islanders were firmly convinced that such a talent had been bestowed to him directly by Apollo himself, of which the boy was a fervent devout, and it only took a look to the boy’s features to confirm this theory. Roxas was without a doubt the most beautiful boy on the island, with unruly hair golden like the weath, eyes blue like the sea, sunkissed skin covered with freckles that created a smooth contrast with the candid robe he used to wear. He wore a crown made of golden leaflets on his head, and golden bracelets with little suns carved on them on his arms, to honor his guardian, and to the inhabitants it looked like the young man could radiate his own light. A true blessing.

And it was almost a shame that the boy didn’t seem to like showing his face in public if not to attend the religious services related to Apollo, since he’d rather stay hidden in his house to refine his art and bring new sculptures to life, through which he could almost establish, unknowingly, a sort of connection with the islanders, that could easily guess the feelings which the artist poured in his works as he was carving them.

Needless to say, the young man didn’t have friends, but he had plenty of admirers. The lucky ones who were able to catch a glimpse of him during the services were so bewitched that tried to talk to him or to draw his attention by all means, and sent him long letters where they professed their love and manifested the desire to get to know him better, but Roxas, that had always tried to avoid making contact with other people, was totally indifferent to them. He wasn’t ever interested in love or other people, and he thought that it was foolish for total strangers to claim with such lightness having this kind of feelings for someone they barely knew.

Roxas only had eyes for his art and his sculptures, but Aphrodite’s ways to reach someone’s heart were insidious – and that’s when his first love came to life.

He didn’t remember how or when he had bought it, but he ended up with a huge block of marble sitting in a corner of his studio. He immediately felt a stupid to not have noticed sooner such a huge unused block, and the artist came closer to feel its texture. As soon as the tip of his fingers brushed the cold surface, Roxas felt suddenly permeated by a strong inspiration. He took hammer and chisel without even thinking, and let his instinct lead him. For the first time, he felt like his mind had left his body, and let his hands run free on the figure that was desperately trying to emerge from the marble. First came the torso, and then the legs, and as time passed, the body of a human being took shape under the skilled hands of an artist who was becoming more and more curious and eager, like an avid reader that can’t wait to know how the story is going to end.

When Roxas finished, he took a step back to have a better look of his latest work, and hammer and chisel fell from his hands, reverberating in the silence of the room.

He had never seen anything, or rather anyone, more beautiful, and he couldn’t believe that his hands could have created something so stunning. There was a boy carved in marble – judging from his aspect, he was about Roxas’ age – sitting on a tree trunk with the head slightly facing downward. His features were very delicate, and so was his build, lean and firm. A thin branch covered with leaves and little jasmines climbed up his right leg and left forearm, wrapping them in light twirles, and a flower crown was barely sticking out from his unruly and messy hair.

The boy’s body was dressed in a light robe, similar to his own, while his hands were both placed on the sides of the trunk, as if they were supporting the boy’s weight. And his face. Roxas couldn’t find the words to describe the other’s face. He had a peaceful expression of a unique sweetness, the lips were full and curved in a gentle smile, and he had such an intense look to pierce right through the artist’s heart, who felt defenseless and stolen at the same time, and Roxas cursed with his all his might what had caught the boy’s attention and that was keeping him to lay his eyes on him.

He had sculptured so many nymphs in his short life, but if they would have been real as people rumored, he was sure that they would have turned pale and run away from the shame at the sight of a so perfect creature.

How could they state with such lightness to feel strong feelings for someone they barely knew? And inanimate, no less? Roxas had now found the answer.

Since the mysterious boy had been freed from the marble and had entered his life, mind and heart, Roxas couldn’t sculpt no more. The young man sat on a chair and contemplated the sculpture all day long, imagining a possible life, a possible voice and a possible name.

“What’s your name?” he asked him at first, right after he got over the bewilderment and was able to connect the brain to the mouth. The statue, of course, kept quiet, and Roxas had to remind himself that if it didn’t answer was because it couldn’t, and not because it didn’t want to talk to him. But he could swear on all of Apollo’s arrows that when he averted his eyes from the work, the mysterious boy smiled to him, and when he drew closer to the other’s chest, he could hear a heart beating, and no, it wasn’t his own that he could feel thundering in his ears that was confusing him. That sculpture was alive, and Roxas wouldn’t have let the truth of the matter crush him.

That’s how the young artist started talking to the sculpture. He told him stories (“You’ll never guess what Aesop has come up with this time! A hare and a turtle, can you believe it?”), he played the lyre for him, he talked about his art and how he didn’t feel like such a great genius, because he was just sort of doing what he liked, people were probably overestimating his skills and that was why he couldn’t understand all that interest towards him. His parents were always busy in long travels, with the aim of selling and making his works known all over the world – as much as he was grateful to them and perfectly understood their good intentions to make of his passion a living, his art was keeping him away from both his parents and the others. He felt so frail and unsure, and since he couldn’t establish relationships with people, he started to surround himself with statues to prevent loneliness somehow.

“Talking to you is so easy, I can be myself. To you I’m not ‘the great sculptor’, ‘Apollo’s favorite’ or ‘the one that shines like the sun’. You don’t know how much it means to me” he told the statue, flashing out a big smile. But the statue didn’t reply, it would never do that. Realization assaulted him vehemently, and the boy broke down and cried with his head in the hands.

Although it looked like he wanted to make fun of him with that sweet smile, the mysterious boy made him feel so vulnerable – and yet, Roxas couldn’t help but fall madly in love with him.

“I love you. Please, say something, anything.”

Days passed and Roxas slowly stopped eating, speaking, doing anything else that wasn’t sitting on that chair and stare at the statue by day, and by night he couldn’t sleep at all. The pain of an impossible love and the hope that his love could start talking to him were keeping him awake, numbing him. But if there was something that had actually changed on the expression of the sculpture, it was the smile, that was gradually fading. Or maybe not. Roxas didn’t know, he couldn’t be sure about anything anymore.

The islanders started worrying. It had been so long, too long that they didn’t see his new works, and Roxas didn’t show up during Apollo’s celebration days. The boldest of them had knocked on his door to make sure that nothing serious had happened to him, but Roxas never opened.

One day, tired of begging the statue, he started praying his god. He prayed every minute, every moment, Roxas constantly prayed Apollo to do something. The artist asked him to rip his heart out, to take back his talent to not suffer any longer, to turn him into a statue if he couldn’t give life to the other, or to end that torture, because he couldn’t live like that anymore.

It was after the umpteenth prayer that Roxas got up from the chair and got closer to the statue. He bent down a little and caressed his face tenderly. He whispered “I beg you, don’t make me give up on you”, and kissed it.

Despite the love he felt for the sculpture, Roxas had never kissed it. It was just a statue, after all, and as far as he knew the truth in his heart, having any kind of contact with that cold stone would have been a further and useless confirmation of what he was stubbornly denying. But he was now desperate, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, the harsh reality was getting the best of him. At that point, what else could he lose?

But, for who knows what absurd reason, the marble wasn’t as cold as he had expected it to be. He probably had gone mad (and this time for good), or maybe the warmth of his lips was warming the stone, but the other’s lips felt like they were getting warmer and even softer. He started to think that Apollo had listened to his prayers and was having him dead, and Roxas couldn’t have been more grateful to his god – He was granting him death in the sweetest way possible.

The artist kissed him a second time, then a third, and he felt the lips of the statues getting warmer and warmer, more real. His breath was starting to die in his throat, the legs couldn’t hold his weight anymore and the eyes stayed perfectly sealed, as he was scared of breaking who knows what spell if he had opened them.

He realized he was dead the moment he felt hands holding his face and lips moving and kissing him back with the same passion and heat, if not greater.

“Roxas, please open your eyes” a voice begged him in a whisper, the loveliest he had ever heard. From the tone he noticed that his owner was making a great effort, as if he didn’t want to break the kiss. Those lips now so familiar actually got back kissing him desperately, while the hands moved from the face to bury themselves in his blond hair.

Roxas, as he took a breath, felt the intense smell of jasmines invade his senses, and the other’s taste was making its way on his lips and his tongue.

“Roxas” he called again, but as much as the boy was begging him, the sculptor wouldn’t have let himself being deceived. He knew far too well what happened to Orpheus when he had turned back to look at his wife one step away from the exit of the Underworld, and he wasn’t stupid enough to make the same mistake.

“If I open my eyes you’ll disappear, won’t you?” he asked, pressing his lips against the other’s to make sure he was still there with him.

“Now that I can be with you? I don’t think so” the boy answered, kissing him back once again, “please look at me, open your eyes.”

And Roxas did. His eyes met immediately the other’s, now empty no more, but deep and blue like the sky, and his look moved on the boy’s features, on his sunkissed skin and the freckles that graciously decorated his face, shoulders and arms, on the red and slightly moist lips and on a raw white straight teeth exposed by a huge grin.

The hair was brown and messy, and Roxas reached out to caress it and feel its softness. He moved his hand on the other’s face, to feel the warmth of those ligthly flushed cheeks, as the other one, that was holding the boy’s hand, let go and slowly slid on his left forearm, touching gently the thin branch covered with white jasmines and bright green leaves that was wrapping it, reminding of the entwined crown hidden by his hair.

“You are beautiful, you know that?”

“Me? Well, thanks, but you’re the one that made me like this. You, instead! You are so beautiful that you look like a god, you’re literally the light of my eyes.”

The boy chuckled, a bit embarrassed, and Roxas found him adorable. But the smile faded from his lips and he gave the artist a look full of sorrow.

“I’m sorry. For everything. You don’t know how much I suffered watching you like that, how much I wanted to tell you that you weren’t alone. But I was just a statue, I didn’t know what to do…”

“I love you.”

The other was taken aback, astonished.

“You can’t interrupt someone’s apologies by declaring your love like this, that’s not fair! But I love you too.”

The two of them laughed and he took advantage of that to place another tender kiss on the sculptor’s lips.

“I still don’t know your name. Can you tell me?” Roxas asked, smiling.

“I don’t have one, but you could give me a name! Something that reminds of yours, though, maybe mixing the letters a little and taking out some of them, what do you think? It may sound stupid, I know that, but…”

“What about Sora?”

“Sora?” the boy thought about it for a moment, “Yes! Yes, I like it, you can call me that” Sora decided, showing off a smile so bright that Roxas was nearly blinded by it.

He really was his light. Sora had found him when he needed him the most, had took down the wall of statues that he had created and was able to expose all of his vulnerability. And he was there, with him, and Roxas couldn’t wait to show him the real world, to teach him everything he didn’t know, to figure out new things together and live with him out of that block of marble, out of that house.

As they were intensely looking in the eyes, madly in love, Roxas’ look was suddenly drawn to a mark imprinted under Sora’s right lobe. A little sun painted in red, the same one that was engraved on the bracelets that the artist used to wear to honor Apollo, and the boy smiled. He really was the god’s favorite.

Not so much time had passed, and the islanders were finally back to admire Roxas’ marvelous works of art. His garden was now full of statues even more beautiful, more real than before, and they noticed with peculiar interest and curiosity that the subjects were all paired, now. There were pairs of dogs, cats, birds on the verge of spreading their wings. Pairs of boys and girls so real that they radiated all the happiness and love they felt for each other, and people often stood perfectly still by the works, eyes widened, as if they were the true statues, avoiding to blink and hoping to be able to grasp the slightest of kisses.

Thank you for reading this fic, let me know if you liked it! That would make me so happy

Here’s the link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18149819

#kingdom hearts #soroku #roxas #sora #ancient greece au #pygmalion and galatea au #roxas is a talented sculptor #sora is the statue #kissing #otp #fan fiction #my writing

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