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Good Enough (p)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

It’s not like you were expecting him to immediately confess his love for you as soon as he saw you in school … but a simple ‘hello’ would have been nice.

You hadn’t seen him since the party and although the majority of you thought it was completely stupid that someone like him would ever talk to you, there was still a splinter of hope that wanted Oh Sehun to like you. It was like a little bubble of optimism that rose up inside you as you saw him walking up the corridor in your direction. Quickly you flipped your hair over your shoulder and pretended to be looking at your timetable inside your locker, excitedly anticipating Sehun to stop by you and give you a glimpse of his charismatic smile.

Instead the bubble just popped! He walked straight past you, not even acknowledging your existence – too engrossed in his conversation with his friends.

Angrily you slammed your locker door and turned to lean against it, crossing your arms over your chest. Nothing. Not even a nod of his head. Less than 48 hours ago you were having sex with him in the attic of Chanyeol’s massive house and now he didn’t even have the decency to look at you. “Asshole,” you muttered under your breath.

Beside you, Kyungsoo piled textbooks into his arms and slammed his locker, frowning hard at you. “Are you sure you didn’t just dream the whole thing?” he asked teasingly, nudging your shoulder and peeling you off your locker.

“Ha ha,” you mocked sarcastically, nudging him back but a lot harder as you headed up the corridor towards your first class. “Like I would have done anything with him if I hadn’t been drunk,” you retorted, sighing loudly out of frustration.

Yes, Sehun was very attractive but that was overshadowed by how rude and arrogant he was to others. Waking up naked next to him would have given you a headache, with or without the horrible hangover.

“Maybe you should look at this as a blessing,” your best friend replied, shuffling the books in his arms so he could push his glasses up his nose. “I mean he is the prince of our country, and where his Highness goes, drama usually follows.”

Casually you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested your head on him. You’d been friends with Kyungsoo for years and through everything, he had an annoying habit of looking at things logically, which meant he tended to be right a lot of the time. Patting him on the head, you ruffled his hair and smiled. “I guess you’re right,” you relented, sighing softly.

“I usually am,” he replied jokingly, steering you into Biology class just as the bell rang.

You fell into your seat and immediately dropped your head onto the desk, resigning yourself to the next six hours of torturous school. As you waited for the teacher to arrive, you found yourself thinking about your night with Sehun – how it felt like more than just sex. You didn’t just sneak upstairs, do the deed and leave: the pair of you actually talked, for what felt like hours before finally falling asleep. To you, it felt like more.

And even when the teacher arrived and started the class, you couldn’t get the prince out of your head – which was stupid because you knew you would never be good enough for him.

You groaned loudly and propped your head up on your elbows, the image of Sehun naked still vivid in your mind. “I hate Mondays.”


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Title: Between the Sheets
Pairing: Bodhi Rook x Reader?? technically?? it’s in first person sooo??
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Mention of spiders
A/N: Thank you to everyone who’s been showing me support while I’m grieving, it has made a huge difference. I can’t even count how many times I’ve teared up every time someone messages me. This whole week has been so hard and I was in desperate need of some cheering up, so here’s some Bodhi fluff (with some cute K-2SO banter thrown in there) for you all to enjoy as well. Again, thank you very much for all of the support. <3

Originally posted by theforcesource

“Have you ever made a blanket fort?”

I hadn’t, but boy, was I about to. Once the seed was planted in my head by one of the rebels, it was all I could think about. Hanging sheets from the top bunk to make the bottom bunk into a tent just sounded too good, and I, being the child that I am, was not about to pass that up. There was no arguing it; it was happening.

I carried a pile of linens back to the living quarters and dropped them on my bunk, releasing a loud sigh as I did. One by one I tried to push the blankets beneath the mattress on the top bunk, but it was proving much more difficult than I’d expected. I silently wished the pilot who’d given me the idea was still around as (another) blanket slipped and fell to the floor.

Fifteen minutes and a heinous amount of curse words later, I finally finished the masterpiece that was my first blanket fort. I was sprawled out on my bunk, enjoying the fruits of my labor and smiling to myself, feeling like I’d just achieved a life-long goal I didn’t even know I had.  I removed my jacket and boots, tossing them both on the floor beneath the bunk and stretched my entire body. A satisfied yawn escaped my lips and I let my eyes drift closed. After the day I’d had, it was nice to finally relax, not that it lasted very long.

“What are you doing?”

I shouted once, the voice next to my ear startling me. K-2SO was leaning down and holding the sheet to the side, staring me in the face. Not ominous at all.

“You scared me!” I exclaimed, holding my hand over my racing heart.

“Terribly sorry,” he said, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I just, um… I thought I could make a tent and relax, that was all,” I explained.

The droid looked around the inside of the fort and I sat there awkwardly watching him. After a few moments of observation, he turned to me and asked, “May I join you?”


“So you’re telling me that Cassian Andor, the most fearless spy in the Rebellion, is afraid of spiders?”

“Yes. I once watched him shoot one with his blaster and put a hole in his ship.”

“Incredible.”

I had to admit, I didn’t expect to spend my evening gossiping with a droid inside of an extremely tiny tent, yet there I was, doing exactly that. K-2SO was far too tall to fit properly so his shoulders were slouched, his legs were crossed, and his head was up against the bars holding the top bunk up. It was pretty comical, and definitely lifted my spirits, even if I originally wanted some alone time.

“Do you think Cassian would be pissed if he found out you were telling me all of this?” I asked.

“Of course,” he replied, “His sense of humor is rather dry, so this stays between us, or I’ll have to break your pinky.”

“You’ll break my pinky?” I repeated back with a laugh, “Why?”

“Isn’t that what you do when someone breaks a promise?”

“Yeah, a pinky promise.”

“Then I have been very mistaken and owe several people an apology.”

I shoved my face in my hands and broke out into hysterics. This was definitely better than spending the night alone, and much more entertaining.

Noisy footsteps came down the aisle and the sheet on my left was pulled to the side and there stood Bodhi Rook, hair falling in his face from his loose ponytail as he bent over to peek inside. “What’s going on in here?” he asked with a half-smile.

“Oh, nothing,” I said, winking at K2. “Just… tent-talk.”

“Well, Cassian’s looking for you,” Bodhi said, looking at K-2SO. “Something about helping him repair a hole in his ship?”

I covered my hand with my mouth to muffle my laughter, not that it worked out very well. Bodhi glanced at me, raising an inquisitive eyebrow before K2 responded.

“I’ll go find him,” he said as he stood, “In the meantime, please, keep this one company. She’s troublesome.”

“I am not,” I retorted.

“She’s also a liar, so don’t listen to anything she says,” K said as he walked away, his voice growing distant as he did.

Bodhi snorted as he watched him go and sat on the edge of my bed, letting the sheet fall from his hands. “So, what’s with… this?” he asked, gesturing to the inside of the fort.

I shrugged. “It sounded like fun, and I’ve never done it before, so…”

“I like it,” he replied, glancing around. “Did K help you?”

“Nope,” I said smugly, “He just showed up when I was done. I did this all on my own.”

“You sound pretty proud of yourself.”

“This took fifteen minutes to do. A little appreciation would be nice, Bodhi.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he laughed, holding up his hands in defense and moving to sit cross-legged on the mattress. “I like that you’re not as stoic as everyone else, it’s nice.”

“Can’t be serious all the time,” I smiled.

He dropped his head and chuckled, a few strands of hair falling into his face as he did. My chest grew tight at the sight of him. It was pretty rare to see Bodhi smile more than once in a day as it was, so laughing and joking around was definitely out of the ordinary. It made me feel like he was comfortable enough around me to open up more than he normally would.

It helped that we were closed off from the outside world by a thin layer of sheets.

“You’re in a good mood today,” I said.

“Yeah,” he replied, fiddling with the material on the sleeves of his jacket. “It’s hard adjusting, but today was better than normal. I got a lot done and I finally feel like I’m pulling my weight around here.”

“You know everyone basically worships you, right?” I said with a smile, “What you guys did on Scarif was kind of amazing. You’re basically celebrities now.”

“I know,” he said, furrowing his brow. “I think that’s part of the reason I’m having a hard time adjusting. I’m not used to so much… praise. It’s a little overwhelming.”

I nodded at his words and watched him carefully, the look of concentration on his face making me wonder what he was thinking. The mood had gone from playful to serious in no time and I couldn’t help but feel responsible for it, so I decided to do something to break the tense atmosphere.

I had an idea. It was stupid, and probably wouldn’t work, but it was an idea. And so far today, most of my ideas had gone pretty well, so I took the risk.

I leaned forward, draping my arms over his shoulders lazily while I gazed into his eyes. One of my hands took the tie out of his hair, making his already messy mane that much messier. I reached down and grabbed his hand to slip the hair tie onto his wrist, then locked my fingers with his. The blush that had formed on his cheeks spread to his ears and he swallowed hard, his eyes darting from mine, to my lips, and back. He kept opening his mouth like he was trying to say something, but couldn’t quite get the words out.

His breath fanned across my face as I inched closer, our lips millimeters away. Just as my lips ghosted over his, I pulled away, taking his goggles with me.

“How do you see in these things?” I asked, holding them up to my face and squinting into them.

Bodhi released the breath he’d been holding in the form of a laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “I can see in them just fine, thank you.”

“Why do you even have them?” I went on, putting the goggles over my eyes and looking around. “It’s not like you need to guard your eyes from anything, unless you fly ships with the windows down.”

“If I did that, I’d need a lot more than a pair of goggles,” he laughed, snatching them from my hands playfully. “I should get going, I should see if Cassian needs help with his ship.”

“Ask him if he’s seen any spiders lately,” I said, grinning up at him as he stood. “He’ll understand.”

“If you say so,” he smirked, “Oh, and one more thing.”

Before I had time to even process his words, he was leaning down and capturing my lips in a kiss, the hand that wasn’t holding the sheet to the side cupping the sides of my face as he did. The kiss was far too short for my liking, seeing as though I didn’t even realize it was happening until it was over. When he pulled away, he had that same sensual smirk on his face.

“If you’re going to kiss someone, it’s best not to half-ass it.”

Good Enough (1)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Kicking the toilet door open, you wiped your mouth with a tissue and moved to the sink, rinsing your mouth out with water from the tap. It was the third time today you’d made the dash to the bathroom and it wasn’t even lunchtime. You ran a hand through your hair and looked at your reflection in the mirror, frowning at your tired expression. The lack of sleep last night was evident on your face, although the tears had dried up this morning.

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prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Kyungsoo dragged Sehun out of the hallway into an empty classroom, slamming the door behind him and blocking the prince from leaving. “You may be a prince ‘Your Highness’, but you are such an asshole. She’s a lovely girl and yet you treat her like shit. You don’t deserve her,” Kyungsoo practically shouted at Sehun, losing his temper.

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Monsta X Reaction to Their S/O Not Feeling Good Enough

@k-popcollage requested: monstax, ikon and seventeen reaction when they comehome and find their gf crying cuz she feels like she’s think they deserve better than her

A/N: This is the Monsta X version! iKON is here. Hope you enjoyed! I don’t think I’ll be able to do the seventeen reaction tho, I can’t seem to come up with different responses from the ones I’ve done and still fits their personalities. But feel free to request seventeen but with a different prompt!

Prompt: It was a long day at practice. All they wanted to do was come home and cuddle with you before bed. Instead they come home and find you with your back up against the wall, head in your knees, and sobbing. They then run over to you and ask what’s wrong, to only have you mumbling about how you are not good enough for them.

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iKON Reaction to Their S/O Not Feeling Good Enough

@k-popcollage requested: monstax, ikon and seventeen reaction when they comehome and find their gf crying cuz she feels like she’s think they deserve better than her.

A/N: AHHHHHHH my first iKON request!!! Hope this is okay love!! I did end up changing the prompt a little for seventeen tho!!

Prompt: It was a long day at practice. All they wanted to do was come home and cuddle with you before bed. Instead they come home and find you with your back up against the wall, head in your knees, and sobbing. They then run over to you and ask what’s wrong, to only have you mumbling about how you are not good enough for them.

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Good Enough (24)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part ninepart ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeenpart eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Slowly taking a step inside, you looked around at the candles and flowers, crouching down to pick a lily up off the floor. Tears tried to build up in the corners of your eyes but you blinked past them – you wanted to remember this image without the glaze of your tears. “Sehun, this is amazing,” you murmured in astonishment, following the path to him and Nari. “Absolutely amazing.”

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anonymous asked:

Im tired of antis pretending they love A//ura while constantly making her an accessory to their ships. I went through her tag just to see if I could find anything besides pretty fanart and whadda ya know, no A//ura centric posts even exist. They can create 1000+ posts about her shipping K/L but cant even bother to make one post about why she would make a better black pa/adin (u know, since they think K/eith isnt good enough and keep yelling about her being the leader)

They love her pastel princess aesthetic but that’s pretty much it. A large part of this fandom cares about gay shipping more than female characters, since they tend to “get in the way” of mlm ships.

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vampire!soo and wolf!baek

"... We were star-crossed lovers from the start! Don't you see it, Kyungsoo? I am fire and you are ice. I live by the day and you live by the night. I am alive and you are dead. We can never be together... Our fate is doomed."
Exo reaction when their short gf can’t reach something

Xiumin: “You know there’s something called chair or a tall boyfriend, but you should choose chair”

Luhan: “Stay calm, i’m here”

Kris: *sees you struggling to get something*  “Hello, My name is Yifan, I’m really tall and i’m happy to help” 

Suho: “Aww look at you, looking so cute trying to reach the top shelf” 

Lay: *After trying to reach the sauce* 

Baekhyun: “What do you expect me to do? Those hands aren’t made for reaching things”

Chen: “Of course you can reach it, you’re not even trying”

Chanyeol: “Stop trying to reach it when you know you can’t, just let me do it”

D.O: *Can’t get over your cuteness*

Tao: “If you want this but you can’t reach it then take something else”

Kai: *runs to help you*

Sehun: *Watches you while you fail to reach the peanut butter*

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“Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more...”
concept: animehastakenovermylifesendhelp
visualization: alice-chan-chan