jin: jin’s eyes would widen at your question and he would making a choking sound from the shock. “w-what?” he would ask to clarify. “i want you to teach me how to give you a blowjob,” you said again, “i want to make you feel good.” at that statement jin practically groaned. “come here princess, sit between my legs.” you stared up innocently from your spot between his legs. “god baby, you’re amazing.”
yoongi: “i want you to teach me how to give you a blowjob,” you said randomly one night while sitting on the couch with yoongi. yoongi practically dropped his phone and looked you straight into the eyes, “you can’t just say shit like that out of no where baby.” “what? do you not want me to give you a blowjob?” you teased him. yoongi shook his head frantically before grabbing onto your wrists, “bedroom, now.”
hoseok: “hobbiiiiiii,” you were bored from watching hoseok practice the same dance for the 50th time in a row, and watching his chest rise and fall with the sweat rolling down his neck, it was turning you on. “one more time baby, i promise,” he said before going over to replay the song one more time. “i wanna give you a blowjob,” you suddenly blurted, hoping to get his attention away from dancing. hoseok immediately stopped his movements before turning to you, eyes blown wide with lust, “you better get on your knees now princess.”
namjoon: “joonie? how do you give a blowjob?” you asked, generally curious, as you were intensely staring at your phone screen which had the tumblr app open. “you wanna try it out?” he asked suggestively. you felt your cheeks heat up before you nodded your head. “come on then babygirl, daddy will teach you.” within minutes you were expertly taking almost all of his length in your mouth. “so good, such a good girl for daddy.”
jimin: you and jimin were making out on the soft sheets of your bed, he was slowly making his way down your body with kisses before you stopped him. “jiminie,” you whined, “i wanna…” you stopped in the middle of your sentence in embarrassment. jimin knew exactly what you wanted to ask, “you wanna give me a blowjob, baby?” you nodded in embarrassment before covering your face with your hands. jimin laughed deep in his throat before prying your hands off your face, “come on baby, i wanna see what you look like with you pretty lips wrapped around me.”
taehyung: you and taehyung were watching a movie, snuggled together on the couch. towards the climax of the movie, a sex scene started and you shuffled slightly away from taehyung. the girl in the movie had begun giving the male lead a blowjob and you were staring at the tv with intense interest. without thinking you had blurted, “i wanna do that to you taetae,” to which immediately your face burst into flames. taehyung scooted closer to you and pulled you onto his lap, “my kitten wants to make me feel good huh?” taehyung teased, you nodded and ground your hips against his. “let’s see what my babygirl can do.”
jungkook: it was early morning, you had just woken up and jungkook was still asleep next to you. about 10 minutes later, jungkook stirred from his sleep and pulled you onto his lap in a daze. “good morning kookie,” you said leaning down to give him a kiss. your crotch pushed against his as you leaned down to kiss him and he groaned, “baby.” you could feel his hard on growing and you leaned down to whisper in his ear, “want some help baby?” you sensually asked. jungkook blushed, “but you’ve never…” he trailed off. “well then you can teach me right? tell me what you want, let me make you feel sooo good.” you pushed against his hard on again as he nodded frantically.
A/N: I”M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I HAVE BEEN REALLY BUSY THE LAST TWO WEEKS BUT HERE IT IS. I know the first part was really short but the second part kind of took on a mind of it’s own and I am planning on writing a thired! I know I asked for prompt numbers but the ones that were picked didn’t end up working for this particular part and story line but I may use one for part three. Also peek Niall’s girlfriend @harrywavycurly.
Warnings: Definitely more angsty than the first part. Mention of blood (nothing extreme, just a scrape xx)
BTS Reaction To: When You Haven’t Shaved in a While (M)
I didn’t know whether it’d be easier to access as a post itself rather than an answer to an ask.
Author’s Note: before saying anything, I really don’t think that any of bts would care if you’re shaven or not. I mean, everything still works down there the same ¯\_(ツ)_/¯; but you’re looking for something a little specific! I got you fam <3
When you said “nsfw as possible,” I took it as descriptive as possible. I hope this isn’t too lengthy! It seems like my reactions usually just turn into mini-drabbles.
seokjin: If your boyfriend Seokjin was ever cooking, it was hard to get his full attention, no matter how pressing your current problems were.
But when the scrumptious aromas of your favorite breakfast meal led you into your apartment kitchen with only a old tank top, tight boy shorts, and nothing else covering you, his usual concentration cracked.
Before any morning greetings or any other gestures were exchanged, his usual position at the kitchen counter was gone and now in front of you.
With those strong arms, he grabbed you by your waist and placed you on the kitchen counter, right before gluing his mouth to yours. His unusual behavior had you coming out of your morning daze and moving your mouth against his with the same amount of passion and desperation.
“If you keep coming into the kitchen like this,” your boyfriend breathed, moving his lips along your jaw and behind your ear, “I’m never gonna be able to cook anything for both of us ever again.”
His hands, which were previously taking turns caressing your full breasts and your supple hips, were now teasing at the top of your boxer shorts. This took you by surprise; he never rushed like this, preferring to enjoy your body like one of his favorite foods.
“W-wait,” your hands slid to cover his, halting his movements.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes traveled up to meet yours again that it was almost impossible to deny him from going any further.
“I haven’t shaved yet…”
“Hairless or not, I’m still gonna make you cum around my dick all the same.”
yoongi: As a perfectionist, Yoongi became frustrated on the job at least twice a week. You, fortunately, were the perfect source of stress relief, resulting in multiple late-night trips to his studio every week.
Tonight was one of these nights, and as of now, you were pressed against his lap, grinding your hips furiously into his.
“Take these off,” your boyfriend mumbled, too focused on the sensitive skin at your neck to remove your clothes himself.
“Y-you’re not scared someone will come in?” You tried to make up any excuse possible to prevent him from seeing your not-so-shaven lady parts.
“What?” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t think that’s ever stopped either of us before, and I don’t think Namjoon has ever minded walking in and seeing-”
“Um, okay,” you interrupted him. “That’s gross, but touching me when I haven’t shaven in a little while is probably even more gross.”
Rolling his eyes again, Yoongi’s eyes, which were moments ago clouded with lust, now had a hard emotion of annoyance.
“Regardless of having shaven or not, I still plan on making you cum in the next five minutes,” Yoongi said rather bluntly, squeezing your thighs. “But it’s ultimately your choice: take it or leave it.”
“I-I’ll take it.”
hoseok: You were never a morning person. Hoseok, on the other hand, was a whatever-the-day-called-for person. So, if he had the sudden urge to eat you out until you woke up to an orgasm in the early, early, hours of the morning, you weren’t too surprised.
You enjoyed his initial touches in midst of your half-asleep daze, but this time, you yelped as he began pulling your panties off of you. He lifted his head from between your legs with a confused expression on his face.
“What? You’ve never, in the long time we’ve been together, ever opposed to me going down on you!”
“I’m pretty sure you’re opposed to going down on me with a bush blocking your way…”
“Well, I’m still having my morning snack, whether there’s hair down there or not.”
namjoon: As you lied on your stomach scrolling through Pinterest, you felt the bed dip behind you. Namjoon usually slept during most of his days off, so you didn’t think too much of this sudden movement, that is, until you felt a few open-mouthed kisses against your thighs.
You moaned instinctively at the sudden affection and set your smartphone down beside you.
Rough but soft hands reached up to tug down your Nike shorts, and you tensed up at the dominant action.
His mouth, which was now teasing your aching clit through your flimsy underwear, felt heavenly against you, but your anxiety at not having shaven in a little while picked at your growing bubble of lust.
But his hands held your hips firmly in place, allowing him to continue his assault on your clothed nether regions with his skilled tongue.
“Joonie,” you managed to breath between your noises of pleasure, “I haven’t shaved in a while…”
He usually wasn’t silent during moments like these, but there’s an exception for everything. Instead of answering your worries, he simply pulled down your underwear and spread you apart, all before burying his face between your legs once again.
You hadn’t gotten oral like this in years.
jimin: Unexpectedly, your boyfriend’s Southeast Asian wing of the world tour was cancelled for bad weather.
This was good and bad for two different reasons.
Obviously, the good was that he would be back in your arms sooner, but the bad was that expecting to not get any action from him for several weeks, you hadn’t been too meticulous with your usual feminine grooming routine.
But like usual, as soon as he came through the door from his long flight, Jimin was already on top of you, trying to get as much of his expert mouth, his skilled hands, and his toned body on as much of your body as humanly possible.
“Fuck, baby, I don’t think I can wait that much longer,” your boyfriend groaned, reaching to pull down your leggings and underwear all in one go. “I need to be inside of you now.”
You shook your head.
“I-I haven’t shaved since you left…” you murmured, closing your legs shyly. “I don’t think you want to-”
Ignoring your insecurities, he reached into his sweatpants, pulling out his raging erection. You gulped at his bashfulness.
“Do you see this baby?”
You nodded weakly, involuntarily biting your lips at his arousal.
“Then, I think it’s more than obvious to both of us that I won’t care about that when I’m fucking you right now, tomorrow, or ever.”
taehyung: For a couple of days or so, you scurried away from Taehyung whenever he tried to initiate something. Tired of relying on his hand, he decided to make his next move when you were showering; it was the probably the best situation, considering you’d be wet, naked, and afraid.
But when he pulled back the shower curtain, he expected maybe a scream or some curse words, but not you covering your nether regions as if it was your first time.
Taking his confused look as a question, you answered timidly, “I haven’t shaved yet…”
He stepped into the shower immediately and pressed up against you from behind, allowing you to feel the frustration building up inside him over the past three days.
“Baby, if you really think I’m gonna deny myself your sweet little pussy,”
Taehyung paused his sentence to rub at your clit, spurring a whimper from you,
“Because of a few stray hairs, you got me fucked up.”
jungkook: As the maknae of the group, Jungkook’s urges were more unpredictable than the other members. So, if there was a minimal amount of people around and little to no distractions, Jungkook would pounce when agitated, regardless of the current situation.
Even if you were in the middle of watching the latest Ironman movie that he was so adamant on seeing in the group’s dorm, where his hyungs were bound to be returning to at any given moment.
“I k-kinda wanted to see what happened at the end of the movie,” you complained, attempting to shy away from your boyfriend’s irresistible touches.
“But, baby, you hate Marvel movies,” Jungkook whined, dipping his hand into the waistband of your shorts. “And what’s under these shorts seems a lot more interesting to me right now.”
You keened as his skilled fingers worked at your clit through your flimsy underwear. “But, baby, I haven’t shaved…”
Despite your protests, your hips ground against his hand, trying to get that friction you’ve needed for so long. It felt too good…
“But, baby,” he repeated the phrase again, nibbling at your sensitive earlobe and causing shivers to wreak havoc on your poor body. “I don’t care about that, because your cute little pussy still tastes and reacts the same way.”
DomesticAU; in which mornings with Baekhyun are the most pleasurable ones.
Warnings: Smut: thigh-riding, riding.
Word count: 1,2K
Entering consciousnesses, all you could hear was the sheets and blankets around you shuffling before a small gasp and then a petite moan sounding throughout the bedroom. Your eyes opens with ease and you let out a quick moan before turning among the warm blankets to see what the commotion was all about- only to find Baekhyun laying, sleeping on his back in only his boxers that explained just what had Baekhyun gasping in his dreams; morning-wood.
She was a pale, slender girl,
clothed in an almost sheer white gown that flowed as she walked. But
she stepped so lightly, it was as if her feet barely touched the
ground at all. Like a ghost had wandered into my mother’s rose
I called out to her and she turned
in surprise. But instead of fading away, she patted me kindly and
kissed my forehead.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed, little
Endymion woke with a start, nearly
tumbling out of bed. He knew that voice, didn’t he? Slightly
embarrassed and still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Endymion began
untangling himself from the sheets. It had been awhile since he’d had
such a restless dream.
A/N: Just want to thank the @hamwriters group chat for this wonderful idea based on somebody’s personal experience with my baby, Jordan Fisher. So basically, I took all of @myalexanderhamiltonjustyouwait‘s tweets and made a fic out of them bc how could I not?
With tears running down your face, you stood and clapped with the rest of the audience. You watched as the cast made their way back onstage and bowed. It was obvious they enjoyed performing the show every night. They were beaming, smiles on every face.
As you looked down the line of actors and actresses, your eyes stopped on the tanned, curly-haired young man who played John Laurens and Philip Hamilton. You recognized him instantly from his role of Doody in Grease Live. He had a smile on his lips, just as everyone else did, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
Call it intuition, but you could tell he was upset about something. You wished you had the means to go and talk to him about, but you didn’t have those kinds of connections. You were lucky enough to see the show.
So you just clapped harder and shouted louder, attempting to make your gratitude heard.
As soon as you exited the theatre, your phone was out and you were opening Twitter. You found his Twitter handle quickly while you were muttering to yourself over what you should say. “Great performance? No, Y/N, everyone says that.” You declared quietly. “A show for the ages. What is this, a wrestling match? C’mon, think.”
Then it came to you. You tried not to seem too eager as you typed out a couple tweets.
I love Anthony so much but watching @Jordan_Fisher tonight in Hamilton was so amazing. He’s so talented, and makes an adorable kid Philip.
@Jordan_Fisher the animation that he acts with is totally unmatched from any other show I’ve ever seen, and that’s all Broadway shows.
@Jordan_Fisher I’ve never cried from seeing a performance, but seriously, you made me cry numerous times. Reynolds Pamphlet, Stay Alive, etc
@Jordan_Fisher I can’t wait to go back
You knew you probably seemed like a crazed fan, but once you started typing, you couldn’t stop. You let every emotion that he’d made you feel that night embody itself in those four little tweets. You hoped that they would brighten his night. He deserved it.
Monday came around faster than you’d hoped, but you decided to take the day off from work. Your job could be crazy stressful; a deadline here, a meeting there. You were all caught up on your work, and even a bit ahead of the game, so you didn’t think twice when you called in “sick”.
You noticed that you had a few Twitter notifications, so you unlocked your phone once more and opened the app. You gasped when you saw your notification tab. You couldn’t believe it.
Jordan Fisher liked every single tweet from last night.
A smile took over your face as you saw his reply:
@Y/T/H I can’t thank you enough for those sweet words. Truly.
If this wasn’t the best start to a day, you didn’t know what was. You had never, in a million years, thought that he would see your tweets in the midst of all his mentions, let alone reply. This made your day. And quite possible your life.
Of course, you didn’t know what to do with this information except repeat it to yourself over and over again with a grin splattered on your face. It was like you were in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.
You got up from your bed and did your morning routine in a daze, a grin plastered on your face. You hummed one of Jordan’s songs as you showered and made up an embarrassing dance number to go along with it as you were making breakfast. After a particularly daring move (which totally didn’t cause you to almost fall), you went to grab some coffee from a cabinet, but there was no sign of coffee anywhere.
You didn’t let that get you down though. You decided to get dressed and take a small walk down the street to get buy some coffee from a nearby grocery store.
As you strolled down the street clutching your coat closer to you as the wind blew, you saw a figure hunched over near a door. You looked closer, seeing a man who was attempted to pick the lock. You’d been through this ordeal before, locking yourself out, so you felt bad for the obviously freezing and annoyed guy.
You neared him as he groaned and kicked the bottom of the door in defeat, “Stupid door.”
“You know, you should probably call your super.” You advised. “They should have a spare.”
He didn’t think twice about answering a stranger as he stood up straight, looking up at the sky. “I locked my phone inside.” He shook his head as he threw his hand in the direction of a window. “Left it on my bedside table.”
You tilted your head as you thought you recognized his voice. It sounded awfully familiar. He wasn’t fully facing you, so you thought about what you could do to get him to turn around. “Well,” You started, “You can borrow mine, if you like.”
He spun on his heel to face you, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. To be frank, he couldn’t believe his eyes either. Of course you were standing in front of Jordan Fisher, how could you not have known? And you? You were the girl who tweeted him the sweetest of praises the night before (which was a horrible day, he recalled).
“It’s Y/N, right?” He asked, his cheeks red (from the wind, obviously).
“Um, yeah.” You sputtered. You were taken aback; you didn’t expect him to be on a first name basis already. “How did you-”
“You tweeted me!” He said eagerly. He quickly noticed how excited he seemed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to calm down a bit. “I was having a bad day yesterday. Stuff with my family back at home, and tour planning. Not to mention I was running late.” He rambled. He looked down and away, struggling to meet your curious eyes, “Basically, I was having a terrible day. Your tweets, they just reminded me why I love my job, why I love performing every night.” He found himself getting lost in your eyes as he spoke. “For you.”
You blushed and looked at the ground, not believing that this was actually happening. When he realized what he said, he immediately started stammering over his words, “I mean for people like you! Not you, specifically. Not that I don’t think you’re-” He stopped as he noticed you giggling at him. “I swear I’m normally cooler than this.” He told you.
“I’m sure you are.” You laughed. “How did you get stuck out here anyways?”
He pointed to a trash bag on the sidewalk, “Went to take out my trash and left my keys on the table.”
You retrieved your phone from your pocket and handed it to him. “Call your super. Then we can talk about how much cooler you normally are.”
He chuckled nervously with his head bowed and thanked you. You leaned against the brick wall and waited as he made his call. His eyes widened as a sigh of relief fell from lips, “Thank God! Ben, I’m locked out.”
He paused for a second and furrowed his brow, “What do you mean, how? I left my keys inside.”
You giggled once more, only covering you smile when Jordan turned and gave you a playfully poignant look. “Alright, when can you come unlock the door?”
The frown on his lips was contagious as you watched him let out an exasperated sigh. “What am I supposed to do until then?” He asked. After mumbling an okay, he returned your phone, obviously upset with his current situation. “What did he say?” You asked.
“He won’t be able to unlock it until tonight.” He answered glumly. He cracked a small smile as he looked up at his window, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to pick a lock, would you?”
“Sadly, no. My criminal skills are subpar.” You answered, delighted that you made him chuckle. Suddenly, an idea came to mind as you perked up, a smile on your lips. Jordan looked back at you with a small amount of amusement in his eyes, “What?”
“I was going to go to the store to get some coffee and then head home to eat breakfast. You could join me, if you want.” You offered. When a smile started to break on his lips, you began to ramble, “My place isn’t too far from the theater either, so you could just walk down there at your call time. Or I could drive you. I mean, that would be a waste of a gas, it’s like a ten minute walk, but-”
“Y/N!” He stopped you with a chuckle. “I’d love to join you.”
You grinned shyly as beckoned for him to follow you. When he got to your side, you bumped shoulders with him, “I’m normally cooler than this, I swear.”
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
You both laughed and started to walk back towards your house. You stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change when you remembered the coffee. Jordan looked at you, containing his laughter, when you spun on your heel and looked in the opposite direction. “The grocery store is definitely that way.” You chuckled.
“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”
You were surprised at how well you two got along. You’d always heard that meeting celebrities could be a huge let down, but Jordan didn’t even see himself that way. He seemed extremely unaware of the talent that he possessed, and you made it your duty to let him know. You talked about everything from the passion he put into the Stay Alive reprise to the musicality of each and every song on his EP.
By the time you both arrived at your apartment, he was practically begging to hear more about you. “There’s not much to say.” You told him as you opened your front door. “I work in communications at an advertising company. I make people look good.”
“And you don’t think that’s interesting?”
“It’s interesting enough.” You chuckled. “Coffee?”
He nodded and sat down at the island in your kitchen, watching you walk back and forth. It was fair to say that Jordan was developing a crush on you, and he was easily becoming nervous over it. He knew that when he had a crush, he immediately lost any coolness he usually possessed and became a sputtering fool. Lucky for him, you were the exact same way, so he had nothing to worry about.
As you approached him with a plate of food and a mug of coffee, his head turned to the side. “Do you hear that?”
You furrowed your brow, “Hear wh-”
He got up and followed the noise as you giggled at him. When he got to the doorway, he stopped then turned left. Once he was sure it was coming from that direction, he pointed down the hall and dramatically started walking. As you laughed, you never realized how silly and playful Jordan was. It was almost like he was an overgrown child. “Don’t do anything creepy!” You called after him.
“Oh no, you’ve foiled my plans!” He returned sarcastically.
“I’m just saying,” You said, “Normally, strangers don’t just go roaming through people’s houses and - Are you singing?”
Jordan’s voice got closer as you chewed on a piece of bacon. You sat confused, jokingly asking him if he was going to serenade you. “I don’t think you need me to do that.” He responded.
“How are you singing and talking at the-”
Much to your despair, Jordan was standing in the doorway with your portable speaker in hand, a smirk on his face and his EP playing from the device. You slapped your hand onto your face as you groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”
“I appreciate the support, really.”
“Don’t make fun of me!” You defended as you went to retrieve the speaker from him. He held it high above you head, laughing as you reached for it. “I was really excited, okay?” You whined.
“Of course.” He grinned. “I just think we should take a moment-”
“Jordan, give me that speaker!”
“And appreciate how well the universe did-”
“I will tackle you, Fisher.”
“Putting this day together - Oomph!”
He hadn’t thought that you were serious when you said you would tackle him. You landed on top of him with a grin on your face as you retrieved the device. You sat up, one leg on either side of Jordan’s waist, and turned off the music with a cheer, “Victory is mine!”
After the laughter died down, you were both painfully aware of your position on the floor. You gasped as you stood up and offered your hand to him, which he graciously declined due to his sweaty palms. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh. You know.”
“Yeah!” He stuttered. “I totally get it. You weren’t trying to.”
You both stood awkwardly in front of each other, nervously chuckling over your physical encounter. Jordan didn’t know what got into him though. He didn’t know if it was the innocent look in your eye or the way you nervously bit your lip to refrain from saying something stupid, but he had to do something. Just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
“Do you, uh,” He started. “Do you mind if I try something real quick?”
“I guess not.”
That was all he needed to cup your cheeks in his hands and press a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. Before the kiss could go any further, he pulled away with a smile on his face, “Yup, you’re the one.”
You were confused, but the grin on your lips didn’t show it. “What?”
“My mother always said I’d know the girl of my dreams when I kiss her.” He breathed. “I just kissed her.” You giggled as he pecked your lips again and again. Your stomach was so filled with butterflies, you barely registered that you’d mindlessly agreed to go to dinner with him between kisses. When he finally pulled away, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.
Some words you won’t unhear, I can’t go back to the person that I was before I hurt you and things will be slightly different between us.
So please, if you’re reading or listening to the songs of the trees and the birds, know that just like early morning– you’re the very definition of home to me, somewhere lost between the morning daze and the highlight gaze you sang to me.
So please, if you’re never going to forgive me properly at least tell me that what we had was once real and if you could just know that I write these words not as another apology, but as a means that I still think about you when the sun goes down and the moon arrives with another poem to write.
So please, if you’re with someone else some day, just try to forget about the emotional abuse that I put you through, I don’t really know myself, so of course I was going to fuck things up between us, you always were the softer parts of me, the way your lips liked to say my name as we’re arguing with a how could you to amplify the anger that won’t subside with a simple goodbye or a slam at the door.
So please, if you’re alone and drunk, just know that I’m probably doing the same thing. We won’t call and we won’t text, two strangers with a hunger for one another, but we won’t ever meet again and I love you seems to be ripped from page to page, but you’re still my favorite kind of regret. I’m so sorry that we had to end up like this.
So please, I know that we’re still together, but if you ever want out just read these words and take them with you. To the highest mountains, you can burn this letter and let our apologies scatter all over the forest floor. To the bottom of the ocean, I’ll play you the saddest song and I’ll call it blue. I’ll name your eye colors after my favorite thing, I’ll name our love after our favorite song, I’ll name these scars without a blame, I hope that one day we’ll love with the lightness that was us, and if we don’t, and if I don’t and if you don’t remember us, that’s okay. I can live with this, I have to live with this.
So please, if you pick up this letter while I’m sleeping right next to you and you’re reading it with the lights dimmed down just so that I won’t wake up, don’t go through the drawers because there will be more where this came from, I leave letters everywhere for you, one for every mood, maybe you’ll find them all some day, you’ve always been the collector type, collect these unhappy days, but always pride yourself on keeping our happy days. The sun will be up in a few minutes, go make some coffee and pretend that you never read this letter. Put it back. Place my favorite book on top of it, pretend that you didn’t know about those scattered letters, pretend that you don’t know my true intentions, pretend that it doesn’t hurt, pretend that we’re going to make it through this, because I promise, I’ll be doing the same and if you bring it up–
why baby, I didn’t write a thing.
you’re just in a dream,
just like how we were
when we first met
and shared that
first kiss and getting
the same tattoo
on the same heart
how did we end up like this?
so please, a letter you’ll promise that you didn’t touch, a letter that you’ll swear you didn’t know existed, and if you did happen to find it while we’re happy, it never happened, burn it.
Summary: “You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”
You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.