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brittlefcrged · 1 year

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VERSE. ( dc. / caladrius. )

so this verse is an extension / spin off of the loosely plotted ‘weaponized’ verse that i wrote up yesterday. this one is specifically tailored to dc and is based off of plotting and main interactions / events that will occur in threads with @masquenoire ; roman ; black mask.

trigger warnings for gaslighting, neglect & abuse w/in a mental health care facility (but lbr it’s arkham so), brainwashing, corruption, violence and more. proceed with due caution.

under a read more for length & content.

reese’s life up to the last couple years, around 20-21 yrs old ish, remains the same as her base history. musical prodigy, parent’s died, she loses her tenuous grip on her mental health that was already being manipulated by her manager who was also abusing her; she ends up in his custody until he dumps her in a psych ward after a suicide attempt - she can’t produce, she’s no good to h im. she gets adopted; not a great situation but she has a little brother she adores until tragedy strikes and he falls through the ice while they’re skating - she tries to rescue him, they both drown - she’s the only one that can be resuscitated. she gets dumped back into the system, this time in america, and her father’s sister gets a hold of her and primarily the royalties from reese’s music, the family inheritance and then a piece of the pie of reese’s art until reese turns 21 and the aunt has to turn over everything to the legal team that handles reese’s estate to then handle on her behalf.

the aunt has already abused the situation, taking reese’s weekly allotments, throwing out family albums and other things that she got with the estate and was not above trading reese’s company for favors with politicians et al that help keep the aunt’s black label escort ring from being targeted by anyone. needless to say they don’t get along and that’s not counting the actual physical abuse, psychological trauma and the fact that the aunt has killed at least four of her husbands in the last decade.

in this verse, this is where things diverge. after a particular bad ‘episode’ reese gets admitted into arkham against her will by her aunt. at some point, someone, could be crane, could be another shrink or some spec ops / psy ops / magic super secret squad / someone looking for potential recruits to the suicide squad or -whomever- realizes through reese’s records, her art, her ramblings etc. that she actually has some sort of ability and arranges for her to be sent into some sort of echo chamber / super soldier type psychological warfare conditioning to turn her into a weapon / tool that they can then turn around and sell to the highest bidder once she’s one; realized that she actually sees things that have happened or might happen, can be broken down and conditioned and all of the other things that go into that. she’s officially declared dead at some point in all of this.

in this spin off, she ends up in the hands of the black mask. it takes time, but eventually they begin to come to a more agreeable working relationship as she begins to bond / imprint on him - still admittedly freaked out by the blood and violence and all of the things that happen in gotham to start with, let’s be honest, but he (generally) treats her well, looks after her, pampers her, etc. there’s bound to be some rough spots but that’s to be expected.

he creates a personae for her within his organization, caladrius. since she’s technically dead and since he wants to protect her identity / his investment, he gets her a half skull mask in white; she tends to be dressed in very elegant but non effeminizing three pieces suits of the same bone white and always wears gloves. not a lot of people know what she does but there’s a lot of rumors that she’s a witch, she’s a psychic, she’s a mind reader - what it does boil down to is she’s one of the tools roman uses to decide someone’s guilt or innocence and whether or not they can be trusted.

(roman mythology sets the caladrius as a healer or predictor or death; this white bird played an integral part in the lives of ancient romans; they believed the caladrius had the ability to extract diseases and illness from people by touching its beak to the lips of the informed. if the caladrius turned away from the person and refused to cure them, it was a sign that the person was doomed to die. - with reese this works a very similar way, if she kisses them on the forehead etc it’s a basically innocent verdict, if she doesn’t, then roman knows that the person has something to hide)

now as time goes by and reese adjusts to everything, she and roman become lovers. no one should be surprised it takes very little at all to win her over when she’s not been set up to need to make someone happy okay. he begins to teach her how to use certain weapons, how to fight (or at least probably survive) and begins to introduce her to the art of torture and or breaking down people’s resistance et al. at some point he asks if there’s anyone she would like to see suffer and eventually he gets her to confess some of the reasons why she would like her aunt to be the top of that list.

katrina gains a gory demise and things slowly begin a darker and more toxic route with reese & roman and reese’s interactions / place in his group as she gains confidence, skill and self reliance in general as well as with her likelihood of survivability & general power levels.

a momentary diversion her bc i need to mention that she has three general styles of fashion in this verse; the bone white suits & masks & gloves for her personae; the audrey hepburn does fashion look that’s her general ‘social’ look and then the grunge gremlin when she’s incognito or lounging around the house or whatever.

she probably spends some time out and about that she thinks no one knows about where she goes incognito and volunteers at soup kitchens / homeless shelters / wherever she can help out people on the streets - always an eye out for places worthy of charity donations cause she has zero need for all the money that she’s got at that point from her aunt & her family’s estate that roman stole back for her - and probably does some low key snooping around of other villains / rogues on the peripheral out of curiosity and to see what info she might be able to bring back to tell roman.

she’s convinced he doesn’t know anything about these outings. whether he does or not, - who knows -.

so yeah there’s a lot of potential for plots and interactions with other people that have a gotham / dc genre verse ranging from in arkham, all the way to any point in the modern plot with roman. it could be someone that knows her as reese from before or someone she knows as lily in her fake identity / gremlin personae, or someone that knows her as caladrius, roman’s mysterious partner in crime maybe more. i’m literally up for plotting with whomever would like to.

i am not going to say that this is a group verse per se because i am not going to make anyone that wants to write with me or @masquenoire in this general plot write with the other one / third party if they don’t want to. i will say that the main plot points of what happen with ^ roman will effect the general story line of this verse and i am absolutely down for three person plots or threads if anyone wants to but it’s not a necessity to interact with other people in this verse to write with me in it and it isn’t a necessity to read / follow any other threads; i’ll keep a general timeline somewhere or make sure to mention anything relevant in overlapping plot points.

that being said, i would love a batman to plot with bc we had this plot idea where roman has somehow been isolated from his crew or his crew has already been beat down and the batman is going hard core on roman trying to capture him. caladrius finally catches up, literally throwing herself between them and trying to fight off bats - at some point in all that she ends up coming skin to skin contact with him and gets just enough of some flashes of visions to recognize who he is - she freaks out bc she knows roman hates bruce wayne and would probably actually declare another world war if he realized bruce & bats were the same, and she’s wanting to protect roman, so she basically hisses at bats to back off or she’s going to tell everyone who he really is (roman at this point being semi unconscious enough to not hear the exact interaction); shortly after more of roman’s people show up and one way or the other the bats leaves empty handed.

(small, fun, psychological warfare nod, after that encounter, she wears a pearl necklace with avian bones woven into the design and three small bird skulls on it as well - just bone and death oriented enough to fall in line with her weird personae but - if bruce pays attention, will probably recognize as just this little ‘i’m watching you’ kind of warning)

this is really long and honestly there’s more i could throw in here but i’m going to try to curb it and just say if you wanna plot something in this verse with her please don’t hesitate to let me know. reply here or send me some memes specifying this verse or throw some starters out or answer some open starters that might fit into this verse and just let me know that’s what they’re for!

i did think of @intcthatgoodnight & @rubiesintherough and possibly @orphanedshadow / & phel or whomever - also possibly @innerwar or @smokedanced off the top of my head but literally whomever wants to scheme poke me.

#VERSE. ( dc. / caladrius. )#VERSES.

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oikawasass · 4 years

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i’ve been listening to too much freddie dredd so take this

bakusquad + tododeku as eboys

⠀⠀‣ headcanons.

⠀⠀‣ warnings : swearing.

katsuki bakugo:

the “im gonna have that super idgaf about anything aesthetic and just roll my eyes while edgy music plays” eboy

skinny ass 5 following - 113k followers ratio

user grxundzxro

fits consist of black and neon orange, chains, huge platform sneakers, baggy black cargo pants and graphic skull tees, oversized bomber jackets

his ears are 100% pierced

his comments are just....

“have my children” “stomp on my throat as hard as you can” “hes so pretty 🥺🥺🥺🥺” “rip me in half i’m fucking begging you”

mf knows how powerful he is and is so cocky about it

only posts once or twice a week, has gotten half his shit taken down for “violating community guidelines”

it’s mostly just him showing his outfits, but the occasional vid of him telling kaminari to go fuck himself does pop up

but he also posts a lot things of him shopping, along with vids of him and his friends that make everyone feel jealous and lonely

$uicideBoy$, Ghostmane, KAIBA type beat for his sounds

is weirdly good at transitions bcus he refuses to be bad at anything, this we know

straight goth boy vibe, that’s it.

shouto todoroki:

the “I don’t even know what i’m doing on here half the time but bitches love anything i do anyway because i’m just really sexy” eboy

skinny as ratio mf (2) hes following like 15 people while he’s got ‘round 100k

user would just be “shoto” which makes everyone wonder how the hell he managed to get it

clueless soft boy kind of vibe

imagine if benji krol didn’t know how to express basic human emotions, that’s shoto

his comments?

“you are a prince I would die for you” “you’re so pretty I love you” “DHDJDDGS 🥺🥺💗💗🥺🥺💗💗” “break my back please god put me in a wheelchair”

let’s mina pain little snowflakes and flames on his cheeks for him to film and post

turtlenecks, black khakis, expensive sneakers, rings, probably owns an overcoat. everything is top branded and bought on his dads credit card obv

i feel like he’d listen to artists like oliver tree, clairo and cuco

posts maybe once every two weeks, he always forgets to post. when he does it’s those little aesthetic vids of his outfit, him walking around town, getting coffee, recording his friends being stupid.

he totally died his hair half and half for tiktok.

eijirou kirishima:

pure. purest of boys. the “i’m so mfing adorable not a single one of my fans can find it in them to weirdly sexualize me they just want to kiss me and hold my hand” eboy

he would have a pretty even ratio, probably like 300 or so following to like,, 90k followers

redriiioott or some kind of clownery like that for his handle

sweet boyfriend material vibe!! everyone is in love with him

“he’s so baby” “worlds cutest boy I love you” “can we hold hands pls” “if someone doesn’t kiss his fucking forehead I swear to god i’ll do it myself”

posts all the time! it’s mostly him goofing off while he’s working out or him and the rest of the bakusquad annoying bakugo in some way.

him and kaminari 100% do tiktok dances together, there ain’t a single one they don’t know

he still doesn’t know what a shirt is and has gotten vids taken down because of it

thrasher tees and black sweatpants are his religion. let’s mina and bakugo dress him up for videos sometimes since they have the best fashion sense, they really like to put him in striped long sleeves with some kind of graphic tee overtop. also bandanas ™️

conan gray, verzache, don toliver and that’s CANON

posts himself dying his hair whenever he does his roots and somehow makes fyp everytime.

denki kaminari:

“i’m the goofy boyfriend everyone dreams of but can’t actually have” eboy and that’s it.

he’s following one person and it’s dr phil. his 90k followers all admire it.

user inthetrapwithurmom

the biggest clown out of the gang, as expected.

depending on the video, his comments consist of “pls you’re so cute” “what the fuck is this 😭” “I think i’m in l*ve with you” “kami is everything okay at home?”

tucked in open button ups, trousers or ripped skinny jeans, chains, beanies, doc martins and black af1’s

posts vids of him speaking complete gibberish at like 4 am when he hasn’t slept and is sleep deprived, ends up getting a “your followers are worried about you” notification in the morning

he 100% forces bakugo to do the renegade with him and kiri any time they go out in public

also dances to cannibal by ke$ha and will NOT hesitate to throw that shit back

probably listens to a fuck ton of chase atlantic and the nbhd, has “i threw glass at my friends eyes and now i’m on probation” in his playlist somewhere too

probably does vids of him touching up and dyeing the little black lightening bolt in his hair which always lands him on the fyp

he let mina and hagakure do drag on him once and posted 600 videos of him feeling himself in it

overall tiktok god

( hi I would do sero but hes literally the exact same as kaminari i’m ngl )

izuku midoriya:

unbelievably baby

is only on the app bcus all his friends were on it and he wanted to feel included

his username is something like stanallmight and that’s canon

he’s following everyone in 1-a, 1-b (except monoma), the support class, general studies, anyone really. he’s got a solid 112k followers

it’s like, imagine if benji krol was really shy. that’s eboy midoriya

his comments are 90% people screaming at him to date either todoroki or uraraka.

he doesn’t post too often since he’s pretty shy. but when he does he’s with his friends, either trying to do dances with kami and kiri, or uraraka painting pink clouds all over his cheeks

when the comments aren’t “JUST FUCKING DATE ALREADY” they’re his followers screaming about how disgustingly adorable he is

baggy cargo pants or tight jeans, normally wears a belt, collared shirts underneath big baggy long sleeves, probably wears converse and white af1’s, HOODIES.

he wears little hair clips sometimes after much convincing from hagakure and mina

have i mentioned hes baby? because he’s baby

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crue6xx · 5 years

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Special Girl

[Nikki×reader]

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Warning:smut, cursing

Type:Smut/Fluffy

Word count:1653 way more now oof

Nikki and the guys are doing something special, and you get totally surprised.

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Thursday

Today you woke up and Nikki wasn't in bed, you lie down and wait for him, suddenly Nikki swung through the door "hey baby, wanna go to the Rainbow for breakfast" Nikki said smiling and happy, you smiled and got ready for the day.

You hopped in the car with Vince driving, tommy in the back with Nikki and Mick in the front passengers side, you notice Nikki cant help but smile and is holding back giggles you dont pressure him about it though.

After you guys ordered, you looked out the window in the reflection something caught yours eyes, your jaw clenched and your hand tight , eyes wide open, you saw the waitress bent down to a position so Nikki could whisper into her ear, than he slipped her a $10.

You were about to get up and drag Nikki behind the Rainbow and yell at him, but just before you could even finish through what you were gonna do you heard singing and tambourines, Nikki had a giant smile as the waitress put a cake on the table while she sung happy birthday, "happy birthday baby!"

You smiled like an idiot, you ate cake with the guys and talked about how surprised you are "I didn't expect a thing" you said laughing.

Nikki fed you a piece of cake, you soon finished up at the Rainbow, thanking the waitress. When you got home you and Nikki snuggled and cuddled on the couch while watching a movie, you both fell asleep on the couch.

Friday

You wake up and immediately smell pancakes, bacon, and grits Nikki is shirtless halfway covered by the sheets and is propped on his elbow, "morning baby" Nikki smiled, you look at the bed and see a breakfast in bed tray in between you with two plates of breakfast for you and Nikki, "I'll put something on" Nikki said softly as he grabbed the remote and put on your favorite show.

You spent the day going around with Nikki to random places you picked, and Tommy followed along making it extra funny and with Mick's random expressions and sarcasticness, Vince randomly was here then there and gone and back.

Nikki bought you flowers and clothes you wanted, you didn't spend too much because you didn't just want his money.

Saturday

Nikki was up at night planning, soon to be you would have your fun. You woke up with Nikki wrapped around your body

"Nikki" lightly moving his arm over to his chest and then kissing his cheek he woke up a little bit "love you" Nikki groaned, you smiled "ok Nikki go back to sleep".

Later on when you all were awake, Nikki had told you dress in something comfortable but nice, you wondered why.

"Woah" Nikki said as you walked in the room wearing red pants that werent to tight but definitely showed your curves they looked like leather but it was stretchy, your shirt was a loose tank top reading "BAD BOYS" and a red symbol in the middle reading "Mötley Crüe" with a white strip through the middle saying "girls girls girls" and the bottom saying "HOLLYWOOD CA".

Nikki was on the couch wearing a leather jacket with a black tank top yes again saying "Suck It" with a black and white bandana around his neck and leather pants.

You Nikki and the guys drove out to one of the bands best friends who at the time worked at Elektra records and had a decked out mansion.

When you pulled up there were many cars parked literally everywhere, people inside and outside all over the place, in the pool, bushes like no kidding, "Nikki!" Some guy says walking up to Nikki with his hand out "yo haven't seen you in a bit" they talked a bit until he turned to you "hi I'm Markus, with a K" you guys shook hands.

"Hey come look at this" he lead you 2 through the crowd in the living room which yes had a real dance floor that lit up, Mick was on the couch talking to some girl Vince was probably getting a blow job somewhere and Tommy was showing his swimming skills off until he got water up his nose.

Markus brought you guys up to the balcony of the master bedroom that peered down on the living room, a balcony inside the house wow this is nice you thought, suddenly you saw random guys looking at eachother like there is some sort of que.

Markus nodded to the Dj and the Dj nodded to some other guy passing it arond the house and outside until basically everyone was inside the house and Markus nodded to one other guy and got off the balcony "HAAPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)" everyone screamed and shouted popping tiny trinkets and confetti and fog machines went off.

After that quick rush of excitement and thrill things got a bit calm and "without you" started to play, Nikki got on one knee and pulled out a tiny black box with a skull and bones on the top, "(y/n) I love you so Damn much, always have always will, and I knew since the day we met you were gonna be the one never got away, so (y/n) the love of my life will you marry me" Nikki opened the box to a shiny diamond ring with a small red gem inside that glowed in the light and on the bottom of the ring read "special girl" you started to tear up and cover your mouth "OH MY GOD NIKKI! YES YES ONE MILLION TIMES YES OH MY GOD" you practically jumped up and down. Nikki placed the ring on your finger and moved the ring from his right hand to his left hand ring finger.

You both kissed passionately and soft but a bit rough, his lips meet yours as you put your hands on his cheeks as he put his arms over your shoulder.

"This is why your my special girl" he said softly in your ear

You both got off the balcony of the master bed room that was inside, the music changed to "same ol' situation" you talked to people and had some drinks.

"Wow Nikki" Tommy said just starring in disbelief Mick patted Nikki on the back and hugged him, "alright my man" Vince said all gathering around you and Nikki "that's a awesome ring (y/n)" Tommy looked at you smiling.

After all the people talked "without you" started up again and you and Nikki got on the dance floor.

Nikki had his forehead on yours as his arms were over your shoulders swaying to the music as Nikki synced these lyrics to the song "without you in my life i'd slowly wilt and die but with you by side your the reason I'm alive". You kissed Nikki softly he looked you in the eyes "Your my special girl and I love you so god damn much" Nikki kissed your neck as the song came to a nice mellow end lining up perfectly with Nikkis proposal of love to you.

"don't go away mad (just go away)" played and you turned around Nikki put his arms around your waist as you swayed he pressed into you a bit and you could feel the massive bulge he has been keeping in for about 2 maybe 3 hours now that had pressed into the curve of your ass perfectly, warm and stiff, you could feel him throbbing through his leather pants "damn Nikki, your hard".

Nikki smiled "I've been starring at you for half the night even kissing you could easily get me off"

You turned around "I'm gonna get a drink" you kissed him on the cheek, Nikki nodded "hey Markus thanks for letting us use your house" Nikki thanked Markus "nah man any time no problem" Markus happily explained.

"Ya think I could use the master bedroom?" Nikki asked "yeah but your cleaning the sheets" Markus joked with Nikki, You came back to the dance floor and looked around "hey Markus where is Nikki" you kind of had to shout cuz of the music "I'm pretty sure he's in the master bedroom" Markus said as he took a shot.

You headed up to the Master bedroom, you opened the door and Nikki was on the outside balcony drinking looking at the palm trees, "hey Nikki" you came up in front of him "I was thinking about what went on on the dance floor, wanna deal with it?"" you said stroking his chest Nikki kissed you "hey baby".

You kissed him back, you started to get into a rough make out session he squeezed your ass as you pushed into his bulge with Nikkis hot breath leaving hickeys and a trail of kisses down your neck, Nikki kissed you on the way to the bed, you pushed Nikki onto the bed Nikki took off his tank top as you unbuckled his pants and dropped his pants down to his ankles, his pre-cum dripping onto his leg and covering his tip fully dripping on the sides, you suck his tip slowly taking all of his pre-cum in tour mouth, and licking the sides slowly and to the top then taking him in whole his tip pressing against the back of your throat.

As you sucked him off, he slid his hand down your pants into your panties and rubbed your clit, he could feel how wet you were, he flipped you onto the bed and pulled off your shirt, you unclipped your bra as Nikki took off your pants and panties.

He put you on his lap as he kissed you slow but a delicious needing desire of affection, he pumped into you 5 times, you wrapped your legs aeound his waist as he flipped you on your back in the bed.

Nikki easily slid into you, "shit, Nikki" you moaned with your head back and eyes closed, Nikki just hovered over you cursing and clenching his fists in the bed railing you hard and fast "Fuck baby, your so Damn wet"

Nikki started to rub your clit while fucking you mercilessly in and out fast and hard, your grip tightened on the sheets as he would come out slightly so his tip rubs your clit every other second, teasing you and licking his lips, with his hips bucking faster into you with his every thrust making your legs quiver in pleasure, "my fucking special girl, yeah whos my special girl" Nikki demandingy asked, you tried to speak but couldn't Nikki thrusted into you harder as he groaned oh "who my special girl huh?", "me Nikki, fuck Nikki, me".

Nikki was about to break, and you were reaching your breaking point as well, "Shit babe, im gnna cum....Fuck in gonna cum all inside you baby" Nikki moaned loudly you finally hit your orgasm, Nikki still finishing as you felt a warm thickish liquid drip from you, Nikki lied down beside you before he got up to rinse off for a 30 second shower, and got ready.

When you both were ready, you went downstairs and it was quite obvious what you were doing but you ate dinner and went back upstairs to cuddle spoon and snuggle to sleep.

#fanfic #nikki sixx #love nikki #motley crue

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vampirefreakism · 5 years

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The Scientist (Chapter 33)

Summary: In the events following Asgard’s destruction, Loki finds himself on Earth seeking refuge to await the inevitable. Much to his surprise, it comes from a source he would never have expected.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: God let’s hope this shows up in the tags and stays there. The AO3 and Spotify playlist are linked in the Masterlist. I haven't stopped or deleted anything. I also posted this on Wattpad so check me out on there if you like!

Masterlist

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As one song transitioned to the next, Loki glanced away from his book to the back of the CD case. Luna wasn’t around to enjoy the music with him – the reason he spent most of the morning sending high praises to the Allfathers. She would be able to tell how quickly he lost interest in the wonders of evolution over a new album. New for him, normal for her.

Marking his place, Loki put his book down and strode over to the newly set-up record player. He traced a finger around the edges as he tapped his foot to the beat, imagining how a track might sound played through it. It escaped him as to why Luna would need another thing to play music. ‘You have one already,’ he had reasoned, but it was a lavish gift from Stark. It would have been rude to not accept it.

Loki had the privilege of carrying the boxes into her apartment and assembling everything with her. A different science than he was used to, but it was no less entertaining. Ignorantly, he had pondered out loud which album they could play. ‘We don’t have the proper format,’ Luna told him and expanded on what a vinyl record was. Loki remembered them from a trip or two to Earth during the early 20th century. A surprise people still used them, but he figured it was purely for the nostalgia.

He pressed the on button on the front, awakening the turntable. It spun clockwise in a lazy fashion. Loki was tempted to lift the cover and touch it. Feel the material move against his skin, but Luna was firm. ‘Don’t touch it unless you’re putting a record on. It has to be kept clean.’ Would she be able to tell if he defied her? Perhaps. She was more perceptive than he previously took her for.

Feeling peckish, he switched the turntable off and grabbed his phone on the way to the kitchen. Peter teased him with the promise of sending pictures of the inside of his school and his other friends. It was a naughty and dangerous idea, and Loki was all for it. Finding nothing of interest on the counter or in the fridge, he settled for an ice cream pint. No need to worry about his hand turning blue, so long as he was alone.

Loki’s phone pinged to life as he was finishing the first half of the container. It was a message from Peter. He shook his hand out, getting some warmth back into it, and opened it.

‘Hey! Im in math. Is boring’

Attached is a hastily-taken picture of a whiteboard covered in diagrams and equations. Portions of it were blocked by the many students in front of Peter’s phone camera. Loki snickered and typed out his response.

‘doesnt look so’

Two minutes pass by – enough time for Loki to fish out a few more scoops of ice cream – and Peter messages him again.

‘its one of my best subjects so it doesn’t bother me too much. Ned and MJ are in another block from me so I miss them’

Loki's brow creased. He held his spoon in his mouth, so his hands were free.

‘MJ?’

‘oh yeah right you don’t know her. Shes my other really good friend’

‘what’s she like’

The long delay for Peter’s return message put Loki a bit on edge. Intent on calming his nerves, he put the rest of his ice cream away and ventured to Luna’s room. He could hear his music still, only muffled a little.

Beneath her bed sat a row of shoeboxes, containing everything but a pair of shoes. The first Loki opened housed all of Luna’s keychains and charms. A few piqued his interest; a simple black skull, a Darth Vader figure, a mini Mjolnir, and a crescent moon with two stars attached. He smirked, turning over the little moon in his hand. He expected no less from her.

Through the concluding music, Loki’s phone chimed anew with a message for him. Careful not to step on the charms littering the floor, he shuffled back to the kitchen and opened up his device. Again, it was from Peter.

‘hey! Srry for the wait. Teacher almost caught me txting lmao’

Loki grins.

‘first rule of mischief: never get caught’

‘ooh neds here now. He says hi’

Attached is another picture, taken at a low angle, of Peter and Ned. Both boys smile into the camera as Ned waves down to it, greeting Loki through the phone.

‘hello ned. Grand to see you again’

‘we r at lunch now. MJ is here too’

This photo was not of either of the two boys, but of their friend sitting across from them at a table. The friend – Loki assumed – was MJ. She held a book in one hand as she shot someone an irritated look.

‘is this MJ?’

‘yeah. We interrupted her reading but its ok XP’

‘does she know about me being here?’

A pause in the messaging held the air still. It was as though Peter deliberated in secret. Loki was impatient for the outcome.

‘no, but she might suspect. She’s really observant. Lolol shes already commented on my txtin’

‘may not be wise to communicate in front of people’

‘maybe not. txt u later?’

‘sure’

‘kk! Talk l8r!’

A loud silence took the apartment once more. Loki was desperate to banish it, so he started the album over again. He didn't mind. It wasn't the first time he'd exhausted the work of a musician in a day.

Feeling antsy, he went back to Luna’s room. He always liked looking at her little treasures, no matter if they were new to his eyes or if he’d seen them ten times before. Tucking her box of keychains back where it belonged, he moved on to another corner of the room: her closet.

Clothes were always crucial to Loki. Being a royal meant looking his best, both in the ballroom and on the battlefield. He was consistently stereotyped as the brother with the more developed fashion sense, but Thor knew his way around an outfit as well as he. Presentation was critical in any scenario.

Loki pried the door open as careful as he could, should anything come tumbling out. Luckily, everything inside was placed smartly and in order. The upper shelf supported a few boxes and spare sheets, the clothes hung on the rack in a beautifully organized fashion, and the remained floor space kept extra bags and larger boxes. Many places to start, not enough time to go through them all.

He started with the clothing. It was a surprise to see Luna hanging her T-shirts and long-sleeved shirts up as Loki preferred to fold his, but he liked it. It made them look neat and presentable. Beside them, her pants were placed in the same way. She had a few different kinds, so Loki took a look at each.

He’d seen her in leggings and joggers in the house and the gym. Which one she wore all depended on her mood and how the day went. One pair of dress pants sat suspended amongst them. Her skinny jeans – a black pair and a dark red pair – she wore any time they went out. Today, she put the dark red ones on for work, leaving Loki with the black pair. He tried to pick a favorite, but Luna wore both exceptionally well.

Sweaters and jackets squeezed in next to them. Luna possessed a broader assortment than previously believed. The first of the group Loki spied was the sweater she wore the day they went to the aquarium. It was light grey with a graphic on the front of a dark forest. Loki passed a hand over it, tracing the trees from the exaggerated sharp tops down to the bases on the drawn ground. Simple and practical yet stylish and unique. He snuck a hand into the sleeve, feeling the inside. It was soft and plush, like wearing a blanket. A whisper of jealousy passed through his head as he imagined feeling something so comforting against his skin; a far cry from the leather and rougher fabrics of his homeworld.

He peeked at the others he hadn’t seen: a black pullover with a small cartoon alien spaceship on the left side of the chest, a dark grey hoodie with a geometric skull design, a plain black suit jacket, and a notably large black hoodie with a four-letter abbreviation embroidered broad across the chest. Loki tilted his head and unhooked it from the bar. In front of the mirror, he held it up to his frame. In theory, it could fit him, but the forefront of his mind was occupied by one question: why was it so different from the others? Looking crossly at his reflection, Loki stepped back from the mirror and put the sweater back. Better for him to move on to something else lest he leaves a trace of his meddling.

Shoved into the far side of the closet were the clothes he considered to be more formal and fancy. Things Loki never bothered to think he would see, much less worn by his friend. His eyes were first met by a dress. Luna never seemed the type to wear such a garment. Loki found it difficult to imagine it on her, but he kept inspecting it. It was black with a fit-and-flare shape and long sleeves. The fabric was soft and stretchy, and the neckline left less to the imagination than Loki was used to. He tucked it back and pushed it towards the opposite side. Enough with it for now.

The outfit behind it lay draped over the hanger in three pieces. To the untrained eye, they were indistinguishable as to what they might be. Possessing such a sight, Loki took a bold step, unhooking the hanger and laying it on Luna’s bed. One piece had a red-to-black gradient, the other was plain black, and the last was small and wine red. He took the black garment out first and held it at eye-level. Seeing it clearly, he discovered it to be a long skirt with a drawstring waistband. The fabric was a bit flimsy, as though it was meant to go underneath something. He set it down – keeping its proposed purpose in mind – and picked up the gradient piece.

The color shifted along the entire length of the cloth, and it was long. It looked to be a scarf or a wrap skirt. Perhaps it could be both at the same time. The fabric was soft, and Loki couldn’t stop touching it. It was made of silk and felt like cool water in his hands, flowing and moving as though it was alive. He hastily pulled up his sleeves and let it fall across his bare arms. To say it was heaven to touch would be an understatement. He could wear an entire robe of the material and never want to take it off.

He retrieved the final raiment and held it as he did the skirt, feeling the soft material. It was made of stretchy velvet and resembled the sports bras Luna kept in her drawer set. The neckline of the tiny top scooped a bit lower than the one on the black dress, and the short sleeves were made of embroidered red lace. Loki turned it from back to front and back again. It held no zipper, buttons, or strings to tie. Only a simple tug was needed to put it on.

Loki lay it down and stepped back. With all the pieces on display, he surveyed them properly and built up the outfit in his mind in various ways, but nothing seemed correct. Again, he was at a loss. But, to his luck, Luna’s voice came floating into his mind as he recalled a past conversation.

“I do have one, and I like it a lot, but it’s nowhere near as nice as that one.”

One. One what? Loki had an idea and a heavy feeling.

Racing out of Luna’s room, he charged through the open space to the picture of Luna’s mother. The one of her wearing an expensive saree. His eyes widened, realizing he'd snooped in the wrong place and disturbed the wrong item. Loki glanced at the kitchen clock. He had enough time to put everything back before his friend came home. He walked back to Luna’s room, swallowing nervously.

Gently, he ran his fingertips along the saree wrap cloth, feeling the energy it held. This was Luna’s one. Her one outfit representing her culture and heritage – what made up the core of her being – and he’d gone and disturbed it without a care in the world. For shame. Loki groaned and closed his eyes. He had an apology ready, but no one to apologize to.

He closed his eyes and, with his soul, reached out to Luna’s ancestors. Her family members from the mother country. The ones who survived so she could exist. Loki acknowledged the boundary he crossed and asked for their forgiveness. He folded and hung the clothes back where he got it from, hoping they would listen and grant his request. Feeling light in his chest, he smiled. They knew he was sincere.

Loki pushed the clothes into the order he found them in and closed the closet door. Enough snooping for today. He shut the bedroom door on his way out and ambled to the kitchen for an apple. The skin was crisp and the inside as savory as he liked. The apartment was quiet again. For now, Loki deserved it. A bit of hushed contemplation would do him some good. It was a curve, but he was learning.

Throwing the apple core away, he rinsed his hands and got a fresh glass of water. He took the book he had been reading and sat in the armchair by the window. Luna warranted a bit of good behavior from Loki, even though she was not there to see.

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Close to 3pm, Loki’s phone dinged with a new message from Peter. He marked his spot in his book and opened the text.

‘finally done! Wow the day felt long’

Loki grinned and responded.

‘I bet’

‘so where r u now? R u at the compound?’

‘no, im in lunas home’

‘ooooooh what do you do there all day’

Loki paused, deciding what to tell him.

‘read her books, watch her movies, listen to her music’

‘noah fence, but that sounds kinda boring :P’

“‘Noah fence?’" Loki muttered under his breath. "Oh, ‘no offense.' Right.”

‘it can be, but we go to the compound on Saturdays and out anywhere else’

‘nice nice nice! U comin by this weekend??? to the compound???? ?????’

Loki snickered at Peter’s apparent excitement. He humored the boy.

‘I might’

‘pls bcuz I have some stuff I wanna show u’

‘looking forward to it’

‘:D I have decathlon practice now, so txt l8r??’

‘sure. You know where to find me’

‘lol yeah’

Loki didn't bother texting back. Peter was busy studying with his friends, or so he imagined. He got up and turned his music back on, again, not bothering to change the CD. Good music deserved to be listened to.

His enjoyment was short-lived as his phone rang with a different tune, this one constant and more musical. Luna had shown him what it meant. Someone was calling him.

Loki looked at the screen and saw Luna’s name lit up. He pressed the green button and held it to his ear.

“H-hello?” he spoke.

He heard a light muffled gasp. “You answered! Yay!” Luna praised.

Loki smirked. “Yes, I did.”

“So, uh, hi.”

“Hi.”

Loki heard a distant cough. “Um, what are you doing right now?”

“Waiting for you. Listening to music and reading.”

“What are you reading? Anything interesting?”

"Oh, yes. In fact, it’s one of your biological science books.”

“Ooh, which one?”

Loki read the cover. “‘Four Billion Years’ by William Loomis.”

“Mm, good choice.”

He opened the book to a random page as though Luna was watching him and he had to prove it. “The genetic code is so complex. It’s no wonder you study it.”

“Yeah. There isn't a dull moment with it. So, which artist are you listening to?”

“A wonderful lady by the name of,” Loki picked up the CD case, “Marina.”

“Oh! Awesome!” Luna exclaimed. “And how do you like her?”

“Very much. She’s fantastically accomplished.”

“I had a feeling you would like her stuff. Which song do you like most so far?”

“I couldn’t possibly choose. They’re all good.”

“Just one. The other songs won’t feel less liked, I promise." She giggled, and so did he.

“Let’s see.” Loki flipped the case to the back and read the track list. "Uh, ‘Fear and Loathing.’ "

“Ooh, nice choice. I love that one. They're all good. I have several favorites.”

He hummed. “So, what are you doing now?”

“Taking a bit of a break. I called to tell you that I’m going to be late. Traffic is horrible right now, so it’s not safe for me to leave yet. I’m also working out some ideas for a new experiment.”

The fire of Loki’s interest was stoked. “Oh?”

“Mhm. It’ll be a DNA manipulation using CRISPR like last time, but I would have to redo an RNA template for the new organism.”

“Which one might you be using?”

“Zebrafish. I want to test healing time.”

“Why use a new one when you already have the first one?”

“Because zebrafish are larger than the worms and transparent, so I can see all the inner workings, even the blood vessels in real-time. I can nick one a little and see the movement of the cells as it heals the wound. They also have an organ system similar to humans so I can visualize things more easily than with a worm.”

Her job never ceased to capture him. He felt like he could watch her work all day.

“Amazing,” Loki breathed out.

“Yeah! I've seen a bunch of videos where they do that, and it's really cool, so I'm hoping to get some good results. Even if they don’t change from the average results of a non-mutated fish, it’s not nothing.”

“Of course, but may I speak freely?”

Luna chuckled low into the phone. “You may.”

“I think you will get a difference." He didn't wish to give anything away, but he was confident she would get something. If the worms could produce ice particles on their own, the fish would do the same.

“I will keep that in mind.”

“I suppose I should let you get back to work.”

“Yeah, I have some more things to finish up before I leave. Hopefully, the traffic will be a little more merciful on me.”

“Here’s to hoping.”

“Hm, yeah. Well, bye, Loki. See you at home.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

Loki listened to the buzzing silence on the other end of the line. Pressing the red button, he set his phone down and wandered back to the record player. A present from Stark. Luna got a pair of socks from Peter. And what from Loki? Nothing. As he pulled gently at the string bracelet around his wrist, he thought of her. Luna was the best friend he wished he had earlier in his life but never got. Now, he had her, but how has he repaid her kindness?

Loki gave to his kingdom for four years as its king, proving to his people he was better than the person he used to be. He had the capacity but lacked the resources. What could only he offer? Stark and Peter had more stable connections, but what did Loki have? What did they have together?

He looked around the room and noted all points of interest. They shared film, music, food, and dancing. Yes, dancing was a good place to start. She only did it with him. With nothing Asgardian to gift, he would have to settle for something earthly. Something she didn’t currently possess but would greatly enjoy.

Loki perused the CD shelf. He knew most of the artists, but he didn’t know what Luna didn’t have or if she would like something new. His eyes flitted from album to album and stopped on one he recognized: ‘Led Zeppelin IV.’ Their first dance was in there. Reading the spine of the case, Loki laughed under his breath. Luna was influencing him again, making him sentimental. But now, as an idea formed in his head, sentiment felt good.

His phone dinged, providing a momentary distraction.

‘done with the stuff. About to go on patrol so my messages will be here and there’

It was from Peter. Perfect timing.

‘alright, but one thing before you go’

‘yah??’

Loki took a deep breath and, with shaking hands, typed out his question.

‘how much do you know about vinyl records’

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dfwemelie · 5 years

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May 2019

May 1st, nothing really that special happened today. We made icecream in Culinary and Carlos got really excited cause their were sugar cones. Izzy ate the most icecream out of all of us and hes lactose intolerant so he was hurting afterwards.

May 2nd, I was really stressed out this motning cause I havent finished my dress for the Fashion show tomorrow and it was raining and thundering. I had to stay after school for Fashion till 4 and I stayed with Scott after that until 5:30. I like staying after with him. We just makeout and talk and get paranoid about cars passing by. I think today we made out for 25 minutes straight which is a new record lol. He tops himself every fucking time and it’s so hot. Like holy shit because makeout sessions ever.

May 3rd, today was the fashion show and I was really stressed out at first but I ended up finishing my dress. The problem was that it was extremely short so I kept having to pull it down so you wouldnt be able to see my shorts under it. Seth and Aj were their watching their girlfriends and both of them took videos of me and sent it to Scotty. He said I looked beautiful. I met Kelly’s mom and sister and they seem really nice. I havent ate since Chickfila this morning and I’m starting to get really hungry/hangry. I might make me food but idk yet.

May 4th, Lots of pain occurred today. I woke up at 7:35 to get ready for the Nami Walk. Once my grandparents picked me up we got to Chickfila and headed to the Sam Houston State Park in Houston. The walk started around 9:30 and we finished at 11 only because my meme and Mrs.Pat walk so slow. It was fun overall but my feet were killing me and the back of my left leg was hurting alot and idk why. After the walk we headed to Galveston to meet up with my family. We stayed at the beach for an hour then went home. I ate a little bit and took a shower and now I’m here. I’m currently watching Thor Ragnarok cause it’s the only Marvel Avengers movie I havent seen.

May 5th, Cincooooo De Mayooooo. I didnt really do anything today besides sleep. I woke up at 3am for no reason then fell asleep. then woke up at 7 then fell back asleep at 1 till 5. I dont think I will br falling asleep early tonight cause I’ve slept so much. Scotty got to drink a margarita and I’m jealous. Also Ghala and Kaylie are so fucking cute and I stan them sooo much.

May 10th, damn. I told myself I would do this more often, bitch I havent done it in 5 days. Let’s talk about yesterday, May 9th. Scotty and I stayed afterschool (nothing new) and he was sitting down and I was ontop of him and we were making out. This BITCH flips me over to the ground, puts his hand down my pants, and…yeah…not actually touching me, just through my underwear. I was very ShOoK by this but I didnt stop him cause it felt really really fucking good. Like I’m not complaining.(I hate the word moaning so I use cake) Lots of cake was happening and he end up getting a boner. He has actually been getting them since we first started staying afterschool and I didnt know lol. I almost ended up having an orgasm but cars kept driving by and I told him if I see a car then he has to stop. I’ve never ever gotten this close with a guy. Not complaining. While cars were going by we kept telling weird sex related stories to eachother. He told me how when he was little his parents used the word dessert instead of condoms when he was around. Then his older brother told him what it meant and he was shook. On his 13th birthday his dad said he had a surprise birthday present in his drawer that didnt get opened at his party. He asked what it was and his dad said dessert. There were condoms in the bottom drawer of his dresser lol. Scotty also told me that he has personally bought different ones to use for future purposes. Now listen, I know its gonna be with me. I want our first times to be with eachother. That sounds strange but I love him and I want to lol but not now. Scotty wants me to go over to his house on his birthday to meet his parents. He also wants his birthday present from me to be us doing it. I said that’s not happening for a long ass time cause it’s too early and I’m not ready yet, even though I want him to be my first.

Different topic lol. Yesterday we got hit with some really bad weather and it fucked up my sleep schedule. I fell asleep at like 9pm then woke up at 11 then woke up at 2 then stayed awake till 4:30 then woke up at 5 then work up at 11. Like wtf??

May 12th, wow get ur shit together lol, do this more. Its official, I will be going over to Scott’s house if I get my gas laws homework packet done. My mom thinks I’m going over to Kaylies house, I hope she buys it. Im extremely nervous about meeting his parents, I’m hoping I’ll make a good first impression. Ive never met a boyfriends parents before so idk what to expect. I sent Kaylie a bunch videos about me deciding on what I’m gonna wear. I’ve decided on curled hair, light natural makeup, my blue ripped Jean’s, and either a red or blue shirt. I dont know how to act ugghhh.

Today I went over to my grandparents house and it was okay ig. My cousin Coleson came over and I was excited about that. He is my favorite cousin by far. I played basketball and ate food. I also drove from their house and back twice and I did pretty good. I wish I could talk to Scott but I dont want to interrupt his time with his mom cause it is Mothers day after all.

May 13th, I feel sick sksksks. like a vomit kind of sick and I feel like my limbs are weak and they are kinda shaking. It’s making me scared asf. I hope it will go away soon. I dont like feeling like this cause it gives me really bad anxiety and makes me have anxiety attacks. I’ve been getting alot of anxiety and panic attacks since sophmore year started

May 16th, Wow I really need to start doing this more often. Yesterday was Scott and I’s one month and he made a really cute video and I love it so much. I am still super nervous about Sunday, for alot of reasons. First I gotta meet his parents and idk how im gonna do that. I don’t know how to act or anything. Also Scott said its a shoes off house and I don’t want them seeing the cuts on my ankles. I’ll try to wear socks that cover them, I mean im gonna have to since i also wanna cover my 2 ankle tattoos. Also Scott says he wants to have sex. I don’t know if im ready for that yet. I’ve been thinking about it alot, mostly what would go wrong. Of course we would use condoms but they are only effective 98% of the time. I’m mainly worried about if I am gonna get pregnant or not. I can’t get pregnant. My life would be over. I’m saying this now, which is very contriversal, I would have an abortion. Yes its a human person who probably deserves to live but I just cant do that. I cant be pregnant. I don’t want to focus on all the bad stuff about sex, but the good stuff too. It supposedly has alot of health benefits. I don’t know how to do it though. Like I know how, but at the same time I don’t. Ya know? I also think we should wait to do it but in Scotts words, “I don’t plan on breaking up with you ever so we arent gonna get the opportunity to do it for a long time. So why not do it now when its gonna happen eventually.” I think im gonna do it. Talking about it makes me feel less nervous and weve been talking about it more and more since his birthday is in like 3 days. I want to talk to Kaylie about it but im scared she might say its too early. I know shes gonna support me in whatever I do, but I still want her opinion on it. I also nervous about Scott’s parents or siblings knocking on the door while we are in the middle of having sex. Scott always has his door locked which is good for the both of us. I know his older brother wouldnt bother us cause he’s like a cool brother and knows whats going on lol. I hope it doesnt happen but it might, just might be his mom checking up on us. I think im ready. Im nervous, but I want to do it with him. Im not being pressured into doing it by the way. He knows that if i dont want to do it, he won’t try, we would do what we normally do afterschool, but in his bed.

I should probably talk about what has happened today instead of talking about sex lol. Nothing special really happened. Scott wanted me to go eat lunch with him and I said no. 1. I dont like school lunches, and 2. I don’t want to sit even remotely near Derek, and 3. I don’t eat lol. I kept telling him he should go eat and he said ok. I just layed down on a couch on my phone alone. Felt like old times, when I had no one to sit with so i just listened to emo bitch music. Good times, good times.

May 17th, I had to take out my nose stud for pictures in Journalism and my piercing closed. At around 10pm I repeirced it with a thumbtack in the wall. I put a part of an earring in so it doesnt close overnight and now I have to sleep like that till I can go to the mall tmrw and get some more.

May 18th, I went to the mall and got some new piercings. I got a black star, blue ball, black hoop, purple gem, silver star, and a skull. I'm wearing the black hoop right now since it's my favorite. The skull makes me look emo lol. I'm really nervous about going to Scott's tmrw. Wish me luck

May 19th, Ok so I just got back from Scott's house. When my parents dropped me off they wanted one of them to walk to the door with me. I legit begged them not to. They wanted to make sure at least one parent was home so Scott's mom went out and waved. She also said she was Scott's mom but I dont think my parents thought anything of it since they didnt say anything to me yet about it. I met alot of people like his stepmom, stepdad, mom, all his siblings, some of his cousins, aunt and uncle, grandmas, and dog. His step dad was really funny and made alot of jokes. His step mom and I were talking a bunch about how cute JJ Watt and Tom Holland is and Harry Potter. We had pie and a bunch of us went up to his room and just messed around. His older brothers Damian and Ralph were messing with us and it was funny. My mom decided to be an asshole and picked me up 30 minutes early. I wish I could've stayed longer but Aunt Mandy and her boyfriend James are coming over to watch some wrestling thing. I'm glad I got to see Scott on his birthday. He seemed happy.

May 21st, I texted my mom yesterday about Scott, how we are dating, and how I lied and said I was at his house meeting his parents instead of going to Kaylies house. I thought I would be in really big trouble since I lied but apparently I wasnt. When I went downstairs to talk to them they were just happy i finally opened up and told them something about my personal life lol. They didn't ask that many questions about him which is a good thing cause i dont like questions, they make me feel uncomfortable. They know hes getting his license soon so my dad said we are gonna have to talk about people driving me around, other than Michael and his mom. I think it's just gonna be about not leaving the state and just staying close by to our house. At least I hope that's what it's only gonna be about. Knowing them, they are gonna put a bunch of restrictions. I'm pretty sure they would also want to meet Scotty before he drives me anywhere. They are 100% gonna make fun of him for driving a mini cooper lol, I already do. I'm actually really nervous about him meeting my parents, both sets. Ik I was nervous about meeting his but I think I'm more nervous about him meeting mine. I dont know how anyone is gonna react. Gavin is gonna be all weird and would want to talk alot lol. Gavin likes Scott, I really dont know why. Makes me nervous just thinking about it.

I took Scottys keys in Journalism today lol. It was cool just carrying them around. Made me feel like I actually had my own car even though there is a keychain with Scott's name on it. When he was walking me to class he took them back and I got offended. That's all that's happened so far lol.

May 23rd, I cried myself to sleep last night. Lol what a great way to start an entry. Basically I felt like I ruin everything I touch and somehow I was gonna ruin my relationship with Scott. He tried making me feel better but it didnt really work. Anyways, today has been kinda an off day. I dont know what it is about today, just not a good day. Haven’t been in the best mood since last night, but it’s fine..im fine. Everyone has their off days and I guess today is mine,

May 24th, Yesterday Scotty was acting kinda weird so I typed him out a little paragraph to at least try to make him happy and all he sent back was "Love you too". I'll admit, it was a little bit frustrating spending all that time on that and getting a short response but its fine.

May 25th, I'm spending the night at Kelly's, well actually I already did. We went night swimming and it was fun. I woke up at 5am cause I was in so much pain and now I'm in even more. I just love bleeding internally and having cramps that make me feel like I'm gonna vomit. I tried looking for some aspirin or advil but I couldnt find any which is just so fucking great for me. Yeah anyways, I'm in alot of pain, feel like I'm go throw up, kill me to end my suffering

May 28th, wow yeah love procrastinating this lol. I had my Journalism and Child Development finals today so basically I did nothing at school. I accidentally stole Scotts key for the entire day and I was lowkey panicking cause I didn't know if I was gonna have the opportunity to give them back. I mainly played on my phone in Journalism. We judged the class Photo Safari and my group got 1st place in two of the categories and got 2nd overall. I was really surprised the portrait of me won cause I don’t think I look that great but apparently the yearbook staff thinks so. Thanks Avery :’) Our child development final was easy. We basically just had to write down about something interesting we learned and 3 jobs associated with child care. After that I got out a piece of paper wrote down everything I was thinking cause I cant actually say it or else I think people would hate me. But I basically wrote how I think Scott doesn't understand how I am feeling and my bipolar and depression and about an Instagram comment about something I really shouldn't be worrying about. Also I was writing on their how I am a stupid piece of shit who doesn’t deserve anything in her life cause she is just gonna fuck it up anyways just like she always does. I got done with that and the bell rang. I went to meet up with Scott and give him his keys then he walked with me for a little bit before he had to go talk to his teacher. Seeing him makes me happy, one of the few things that make me happy in this cruel world anymore. My dad called me and told me I had to get all of my work done tonight or else I would get my phone taken away all summer. I just don’t have the motivation to do this or anything for that matter. I’m gonna fucking fail anyways, might as well just deal with it.

I don’t feel anything anymore. No pain. No happiness. I am simply just...here. Maybe that's why I do it. To feel something...anything. I don’t care if it gives me pain I just want to feel human again.

Anyways. goodbye. Ig ill see ya in the next entry if im not already dead yet.

May 29th, today overall has been pretty good. I helped Cameron, Drew, Kaleb, Cassie, and others on the Geometry final. Which basically means I gave them all the answers. Cameron was 2 rows away from me so I texted them to him. I also took my Chemistry final today and I already know I failed that bitch. My parents are making me go to summer school for it which is no bueno. After the last bell rang I got to walk with Scott to the back doors. I don't want school to him. I'm gonna miss seeing him everyday. Tomorrow is the last day of school which means it's Izzys last day. I already know damn well I'm gonna fucking cry. I don't want him to leave but hes moving so their is nothing I can do about it. Tomorrow I'm gonna tell him how much of an amazing friend he has been and that everything will get better in the end. I dont want it to be tomorrow.

May 30th, Last day of school and just as I expected, I cried...alot. I didnt have a chance to say goodbye to Izzy like I wanted which made me very upset. I actually liked going to school, just not the learning. Seeing all my friends was the only thing I looked forward to. Now I have nothing. Once Scott gets his license we will be able to hang out but I want that to happen now, not in like a month. I said goodbye to Avery, Kaylie, Carlos, and all my teachers. I'm gonna miss it. But hey, I'm finally a junior. 2 more years then we can move to California. Maybe I'll start looking forward to that. I have to go to summer school and I'm really not excited about that, I know alot of people that are going which kinda makes me feel better ig.

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theliterateape · 3 years

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Loony

by Paul Teodo & Tom Myers

He awoke in a panic with a piss boner bursting through his boxers. He sprung from his bed, legs crossed, praying to God to help him make it in time. He limped into the bathroom, struggled to remove his underpants, aimed clumsily, and let it rip; forgetfully, leaving the door wide open. His stream was that of a young, inexperienced marksman; strong, but with a mind of its own. Bright yellow urine shot into and around the toilet bowl, echoing down the adjacent hallway. He managed to spray the wall, the vanity, and the flamingo’d shower curtain; his nocturnal back-up making a mess of it all. He stood, trancelike, indifferent to his poor aim, relieving himself like an untrained puppy.

The rank smell permeated the tiny space, announcing last night’s meal, which included copious servings of asparagus.

He was 12.

“Patrick! Praise God, what are ya’ doin’ there?” His mother’s shrill voice, screeching like a hawk, rose over the downpour of his urgent elimination. Her hair, a tangled mess woven amongst a cadre of fat curlers, a fag dangling from her cracked ruby lips, and a stained blue robe wrapped around her bony body.

He turned, startled, mid-stream, redirecting his flow, now pissing into the hall, where his mother stood puffing away.

“Patrick!” She grabbed him by his hair. “For shite sake. You’ve wee’d on your mam. You’ve run astray, my God; you don’t know what you’re doin’.” She pinched his cheek. “Wake up, lad!”

His mam’s intervention was for naught. He casually finished his business and passed a toot to boot, pulling up his boxers as if he’d just gotten done, in a totally civil fashion, browsing through the Sunday paper while performing his morning ritual.

“Come here, dear.” She moved carefully towards her boy, her feet sheathed with once furry slippers that had spent far too many a year encasing her bunion-covered feet. She drew her son into her arms, taking great pains to avoid his still-stiff organ. She released him. “This has to stop,” she mumbled, crossing herself. “Sweet Jesus,” she looked up and whispered to the bathroom ceiling,“give me a wee bit of direction here.”

“Mam!” Patrick pushed her away, hard on finally relenting, suddenly aware of the yellow rivulets decorating the toilet, the wall, and the flamingos; slammed into the here and now, looking for answers to a question he did not understand. “What are ya’ doin’, Mam, standing there all daft like I committed a crime!”

“What am I doin’?” Hands planted on her hips. “I’m takin’ care of me boy! My ‘pissin’ all over the house’, asparagus-eatin’, 12-year-old boy!”

In an awkward silence Paddy and his mam struggled to avoid each other’s gaze. Only the rattling fan broke the tension in the tiny, fermenting space. Tears welled in Paddy’s gray-green eyes. His red bed-head hair shot sideways from his skull, creating a fiery halo around his freckled face. “I’m sorry, Mam! I am.”

“It’s got to stop.” Her voice low, exasperated.

“I don’t know what to do, Mam. It happened again.”

She took another drag, and exhaled a phlegm-filled sigh towards the malfunctioning fan, the blue haze swirliing towards its dirty yellowed grate.

“Why am I like this, Ma?” He switched off the fan, its blades grinding to a halt.

“It’s a ting,”she said.

“What kinda ting?”

“A family ting. Your da would do it too. Piss all over. I used to have a tiny phonograph. He wee’d on that in the middle of de night. It was still spinnin’. Ruined me favorite record.”

He looked down at the floor. A chill swept over him. She pulled his trembling body into her bulky robe. He cringed, but she held him tight, scruffing his carrot-top hair. The stench of her, the early morning wake-up cigarette, bath powder, and cheap tea, assaulted his senses. “There, there, Paddy. You’ll be fine. “’Tis the challenges in life we need to deal with. It’s not a fecking party in the pub every day of the week, ya’ know.”

“Ma?” His voice muffled in her robe.

“Yeah, son?”

“Where’s da?”

She stepped back from her boy and studied him. She sucked another drag and raised her head, exhaling. “We’ve been down this trail before.”

“Where, Ma?”

“I told you.”

“Ma….”

Her blue-veined hands twitched ever so… as she pulled hard on her cig. She rubbed her scaly neck and fiddled with her thinning hair. “You make it hard, Paddy, with all your questions.”

“He’s locked away.”

“Where’d that come from?” she snapped, placing both his cheeks in her hands.

“James.” His voice a whisper.

“Don’t be leaning on other people’s evil to make up your own life’s story.”

“He said, Ma, that Da was loony. And the coppers put him away.”

She tossed the fag into the toilet. Its ash sizzled in the yellowish water. “Come, Paddy, let’s have a bit of a chat.” She took his hand and guided him into the cluttered living room, dimming the light and patting the frayed sofa, motioning for him to sit beside her.

His lips quivered, still dressed only in his boxers. “Lord, you’re still cold, da lips, they’re turnin’ blue.” She reached over to the ottoman and removed one of her quilts, wrapping it around him. He snuggled into it, breathing a long sigh.

“Better?”

“Tanks, Ma.”

“Your da had many tings rollin’ around in his head. He had the troubles. Here.” She gently tapped her son’s head. “But a good man. He tried.”

“I try, Ma.”

“I know you do, Paddy, but he tried to figure too much.”

“Figure what?”

“Like the sun, the wind. He’d sit and point to the leaves on the trees, blowin’ this way and that. I thought it was nice, romance like, but he did it…,” she shook her head slowly, “too much.”

“He’d just sit and watch the wind?”

“Or the stars. Or the rain.”

“Why would the coppers take him away for that?”

“People don’t understand.”

“But Ma...”

“He could build tings, when he wasn’t dreamin’. And one day he’d finished a fence for Jimmy Doyle. Your da was a grand fence builder. Even built one for Mr. Daley, the kinda’ man you don’t meet every day now, and Jimmy said he’d pay your Da in a month. But the deal was pay now, when done.”

“Why’d the coppers take him away?”

“Your da wanted the money right off, no waiting. But Jimmy was a guy who thought he was someting’. He’d go down to O’Roarke’s and get into scuffs. Put up his dukes.”

Paddy smiled and raised his fists. “I remember Da when I was a wee lad, showin’ me how to fight.”

“He loved you, Paddy.” She rubbed his head. “You have his hair. Red as the burnin’sun.”

“What then, Ma, with Doyle?”

“Doyle had had a few pints at the pub. His chest got all puffy. He got like that when he’d have a drink. And he come here lookin’ for Da.”

“Why?”

“He wanted to scrap. Put on the squeeze. Show him up.”

“What did Da do?”

“He was up on the roof.”

“The roof?” Paddy’s voice rose with both embarrassment and confusion.

“He was gazin’ at the stars, like he did. Them lads were full of dew and tried to have fun on him. Yellin’ vile words and callin’ him loony and tings.”

“What did Da do?”

“He gave ‘em what for.”

“What for?”

“He climbed down. He told Doyle and the other drunkards to leave because he was lookin’ at the stars. They laughed like they were teasin’ a wee cripple.”

“What did Da do?”

“ Your da took his hammer, the claw end....” She hesitated, picking at the collar of her robe.

“What, Ma?”

“…and buried it in Doyle’s eye.”

“In his eye?”

“Aye, lad. Right in his feckin’ eye.”

“What then, Ma?”

“Doyle lay writhin’ in his mess and your Da just went back on the roof, calm as could be. The other lads scurried off like the banshees were lightin’ out.”

“And then the coppers came?”

“Aye.” Her voice barely audible. “They came and took him away.”

“Was he, Ma?”

“What?” she said, pulling her robe tight around her neck.

“Loony,” he asked, his soft voice cracking in the morning air. “Was he, Ma?”

“Oh, Paddy.” She rubbed her gnarled fingers over her nose, wiping the snot of her tears away. “I don’t know.”

“Am I, Ma?”

“I don’t want to hear it, Paddy.”

“Loony. Like Da.”

Silence filled the room with a thick darkness. His ma searched for her handkerchief buried in her matted robe.

“Am I? I think things too, Ma. Crazy tings. I’m pissin’ all over. I dream when I ain’t sleepin’. And I look just like ‘im. Am I, Ma? Am I loony?”

She choked, coughing up an anguished moan as if her past was erupting from her belly. “I don’t know, Paddy.”

“Will the coppers take me, too?”

She pulled him closer, clutching him with all her strength, keeping him from falling into the blackness of his fate. She took a deep breath, her gnarled fingers squeezing him with her terror.

“Will they, Ma?”

“Never,” she said, standing, ripping back the curtains. “Never,” her voice filling the sunlit room.

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Who Knew? (Merlahad) 6/?

Part 6

“You see ‘im?” Eggsy smiled, watching Roxy from a distance. It amazed him, the way almost every bloke (and some ladies, too) on the floor had their eyes on her and yet were too distracted by how gorgeous she was, in her tight black dress, to notice her focus on second-floor balcony.

“Just about,” Roxy’s voice picked up on a well-hidden mic despite the volume of the music and the sea of drugged out clubgoers jumping at the opportunity to bump and grind against her. “Second floor, right of the stage.”

“Right.” Eggsy directed his gaze to the second floor and zoomed in, catching just the fluff of faux hair on the man they’d been canvasing all day. “He’s packed in with his mates in a crowded venue. What could go wrong for us?”

“That’s never stopped you before,” Roxy cooed, swaying her hips to some god-awful DJ remix. “What about the partygoers on V-day?”

“That was different,” Eggy shrugged. “Complicit and all that.”

“And the rEvolution cult?”

“I didn’t hit all of them,” Eggsy shrugged again, “just the unlucky few who were brainwashed to kill me.”

“Galahad,” Merlin’s voice broke in, from the surround-sound mic piece equipped in each arm of Eggsy’s glasses, “I’ve got confirmation through Lancelot’s feed. That’s indeed Karloff.”

“I’m going in,” Eggsy said, with a smirk, standing determinedly from his table.

“What do you mean you?” Roxy scoffed. “I’m always the honeypot, remember?”

“I did my homework,” Eggsy shot back, moving through the throng of people. “Karloff’s into the gents.”

“What makes you think he’d be into you, though?”

“Please,” Eggsy scoffed, his smirk endless.

“Between Harry, Tequila, and you, what makes you think you’re his type?”

“I’m everyone’s type.” Eggsy ascended the elaborate spiral staircase leading to a second-floor balcony of dining tables, private booths, and undisclosed rooms. “What gay man wouldn’t want me?”

“Merlin,” Roxy huffed into the air, the roll of her eyes in the ruffle of her voice. “Would you explain to Galahad that just because someone’s gay doesn’t mean they’ll wanna shag anything with a pulse?”

“Let the record show that even homosexuals have standards.”

“Hey!”

“Ha.”

“Now, get on with it!”

“Harry, where are you?” Eggsy paused amid a sizeable crowd, staring straight at Ernest Karloff from three meters off and to the right of an adjacent entryway that he assumed led to the club’s behind-the-scene operations. “I’m about to make my move.”

“I’ve taken an alternate route,” Harry answered, nondescript to the fullest.

“You not in the club? Could’ve danced your way through, bruv,” Eggsy smiled to himself, really just wanting any and every excuse to see what Harry dancing looked like.

“I am but, given the make of individuals patronizing this establishment, I’d stick out like a sore thumb were I to simply saunter across the dance floor.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Harry’s right, Galahad. Let ‘em be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asked Merlin, his voice and demeanor as poised as ever, but even Eggsy felt a tinge of dread shoot up his spine at the defensiveness in the man’s tone.

The length of dead air before Merlin’s response spoke volumes to the same.

“It’s not as if you’re of the club-going variety, are ya?”

“And what’s the club-going variety look like?” Harry probed Merlin’s meaning, in a sharp Kingsman suit, standing at the center of an elaborately decorated office. “Should I have blundered in as boisterously as imaginable, wearing ill-suited designer accessories and a football jersey, or do you have something to say about my age?”

“…Well, you and I aren’t exactly spring chickens, are we?”

Eggsy, silently laughing at Merlin’s expense, spotted Roxy who had gone red in the face with the discomfiture of hearing the two men bicker. When he remembered Merlin could see him staring at Roxy, Eggsy had to try even harder not to laugh out loud.

“I could listen to this all night,” he happily sighed, tears in the corners of his eyes.

“Well, tough shit,” Harry snapped back, “because I’ve already accessed the offices from a secret lift in the basement. I took out two goons on my way up. I wager you have roughly ten minutes to charm the pants off Karloff, find out whatever you can firsthand, and put a bullet through his skull before things get terribly interesting.”

“Right,” Eggsy nodded, assuming a determined mindset. “Goin’ in, goin’ in.”

Eggsy eyed Karloff’s posse, eventually catching the man’s eyes with a wink and a smile. Karloff considered him for a moment, his eyes lingering on Eggsy’s body, before urging him forward with the wave of his hand.

Eggsy moved in when an ‘INCOMING MESSAGE’ alert flashed across his glasses.

“Eggsy?” Princess Tilde appeared before Eggsy’s eyes. “Eggsy, are you there?”

“Princess Tilde,” Eggsy said, gobsmacked, ducking out of sight. He attempted to disappear in the loose sea of bodies occupying the upper floor, very much aware of the curious glances on offer by Karloff and Friends. “Hey, babe! I’m sorry, but I can’t talk right now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tilde stared in bewilderment and, though she couldn’t possibly see him, Eggsy felt like she could see him. “You don’t call for days, and you can’t talk to me right now?”

“Shit.” Eggsy knocked himself on the head for his obliviousness. Amid the excitement of Merlin’s rapid recovery, finding Roxy alive and well, and their current mission, he’d neglected to check in with his own wife. “I’m sorry, babe, really I am. I forgot to call.”

“Yah, no shit,” she agreed. “I’ve been so worried but, if you were working, I didn’t want to jeopardize mission.”

“Not at all,” Eggsy squeaked out, reassuringly, though his eyes strained to focus on both the worry in Tilde’s eyes and the eyes of those now watching him with cautious consideration.

“Eggsy, you can’t do this to me. You have to talk to me.”

“Yeah, I know, I know, I’m sorry but…I gotta go.”

“What? Eggsy, I can’t hear you.” Tilde moved in closer. “Where are you? Are you at a club?”

“Gotta go now!”

“Eggsy…!”

Eggsy closed communications, the knowledge that he’d pay for hanging up on Tilde gnawing at the back of his head, but he had to. He’d garnered a bit of suspicion, enough to blow the mission wide open, so as he pretended to put away a phone and readjusted his track jacket he did so with an easygoing smile on his face.

“Let’s keep the personal calls to a bare minimum, shall we, Galahad?”

“Yeah, sure…”

Eggsy’s smile quickly dropped in finding Tequila had moved in on his target.

“Oh, what the fuck?”

“You took too long,” Tequila muttered behind a cocktail glass, smiling above Karloff’s hair piece. “Puttin’ the whole mission at risk.” Tequila slinked his hulky body down against Karloff’s side, draped in a half-buttoned silk dress shirt and form-hugging trousers, and offered the older man the drink in his hand.

Tequila wound an arm around Karloff’s shoulders and winked Eggsy’s way.

Tequila was right, of course, but that didn’t stop Eggsy from telling him to, “Fuck off.”

“Galahad. Tequila’s got the target. Regroup with Whiskey and Lancelot downstairs and ready the exits.”

“Fine.”

“Ich kenne dich.”

“Pardon, mate.”

“Ich kenne dich, nicht?”

Eggsy tried brushing past someone on his way back downstairs but the bloke wouldn’t let up, hanging onto his sleeve.

“’xcuse me?”

“Ich glaube, ich kenne dich,” the man, maybe a few years older than Eggsy and a foot taller, elaborated. “Woher kenne ich Sie?”

Translations worked their way onto the bottom of Eggsy’s lenses.

“Sorry, mate,” Eggsy shrugged, backing away. “Don’t think you know me...”

“Ich sicher, tue ich!” The man pulled him in closer, a zealously hopeful grin on his face. “Sind Sie berühmt?”

“Get off me, bruv!”

“You’ve got eyes, Galahad. Get the heck outta there.”

Eggsy wrestled his way out of the man’s grip and pushed him back against a dining table. The act caused a considerable amount of commotion as other club goers quickly became curious onlookers. The man, his eyes unblinking, glared at Eggsy as he backed away.

“Ich kenne ihn! Ich kenne ihn von Irgendwo!” The prick retreated all the way back into Karloff’s inner circle, all the while wagging an accusatory finger Eggsy’s way. “Ich kenne ihn von Irgendwo!”

“Well, fuck me,” Eggsy breathed, the legion of Karloff’s men simultaneously rising from their tables and reaching for their weapons.

“Good and proper, Eggsy. Tequila, now!”

“Ugh,” Tequila rolled his head back, pulled out a previously concealed six-shooter, and shot Karloff—two taps to the back of the head.

The sound of gun shots alerted everyone. The DJ, especially, hopped off the stage and bolted for the entrance like a bat outta hell and hopped up on E.

Karloff’s goons didn’t know who to take out first, Eggsy or Tequila, so the two agents took advantage of the confusion. Eggsy pulled out his Tokarev TT-33 and went to town, dodging innocent bystanders as they fled left and right. Tequila opted for close-combat, when he ran out of bullets, until he got hold of dead goon’s gun.

“Everyone out, now!” Whiskey, in an equally fitting, shimmery blue ensemble, yelled across the main floor, waving the fleeing masses towards the exits. A melody of tearful and fearful screams and shouts could be heard in the absence of music and in the presence of gunfire. Eggsy entered a Zen mode, adapting his fighting style to the chaotic rhythm playing out before him. “Lancelot, the basement!”

Eggsy dislocated a goon’s knee with the stamp of his foot and shot him in the head. He looked over the balcony to make sure Roxy was alright. Not that he didn’t trust her skills, having recently experienced her stealthy accuracy firsthand, but that didn’t stop him from wondering, worrying, glancing her and Whiskey’s way every so often.

“Got it,” Roxy said, pulling her gun out from a strap hidden beside her left breast. She shot two down before they could raise their weapons but two more flanked their sides.

“I got them,” Whiskey said, and Eggsy looked over just in time to watch the woman pull a series of dart-like objects into the grooves of her fingers and toss them with enough force to stick the two goons in the neck and forehead.

“Holy shit!” Eggsy blocked a punch. “Were those…pens?!”

“Nice shot, Whiskey! Harry, the basement’s clear if you wanna head back down.”

“Nonsense,” Harry said, emerging from the entryway upstairs, a suitcase in one hand and a gun in the other. He quickly shot the goon fighting Eggsy and the goon whose beefy hands were wrapped around Tequila’s neck. Eggsy and Tequila looked to him appreciatively. “Right then, lads. Shall we?”

A stray bullet came out of seemingly nowhere and struck Harry in the upper right quadrant of his chest. He faltered, his once immaculate suit now stained with blood splatter, but never let go of the suitcase in his hand as Eggsy and Tequila quickly rushed to his side.

“Harry!”

Roxy turned round and quickly shot the goon aiming from the stage, not letting up until he collapsed on top of the DJ booth.

“No…”

“It’s only a flesh wound,” Harry said, shakily, looking straight into Eggsy’s glasses with a grim smile. Eggsy and Tequila helped Harry down the stairs and at the center of the now emptied venue sans them and some twenty dead henchmen that littered the floor. “Lancelot, Whiskey,” Harry nodded. “Are you alright?”

“We should be asking you that.” Roxy frowned.

“Did it go clean through?” Whiskey asked, assessing the damage of Harry’s injury. “We need to stop the bleeding.”

“Authorities are en route and headed your way. You lot need to get out of there.”

“We can leave through the back,” Whiskey offered. “There’s a street level to the hidden elevator.”

“You need to split up,” Merlin said, his voice somewhat disturbed. “You’re too big a group to go together. Whiskey and Lancelot, take Harry and hotwire a car in the back. Galahad and Tequila, make it to the taxi at the safe zone. Everyone meet back at the rendezvous point. I want Harry back on the jet for medical assistance, YESTERDAY.”

Everyone did as Merlin ordered, departing with worried but determined faces.

Eggsy couldn’t stop himself from watching as Whiskey and Roxy stumbled off with Harry even if he fucking tried.

“Galahad, what the hell are you doing?!” Tequila pulled him along by the collar of his jacket. “Come on, man!”

The two pushed out of the club with abandoned, looking every which way for any lingering muscle. Sirens sounded imminently, creeping closer with every passing nanosecond. Tequila went left and Eggsy followed, his mind in too much of a fog for much decisiveness. All he could see was Harry, standing on the balcony, with blood pulsing out of the gaping bullet-sized hole in his chest. Harry’s lack of shock haunted Eggsy, dulled his sense of urgency, as he reimagined the moment Richmond Valentine shot him in the head with the same lifeless look on his face.

Tequila pushed him up against something solid and pressed his lips against Eggsy’s.

Eggsy almost shoved him off, on instinct alone, but the blare of sirens suddenly on top of them forced him to reconsider. He tugged on Tequila’s shirt, pulling him closer, forcing their mouths together in a more than convincing snog.

Berlin police cars raced past the alleyway they were standing in, followed by emergency vehicles and bookended with more police cars, their flashing pursuit and emergency signal lights dancing across Eggsy’s closed eyes.

The procession drove right past them and, just like that, Eggsy and Tequila were in the clear.

“Wanker!” Eggsy spat, eventually shoving Tequila off, scowling in the face of the man’s insufferable smirk. Eggsy made a show of wiping at is mouth, trying to get the taste of Tequila off his lips…fucking literally.

“I reckon myself a mighty fine kisser,” Tequila said, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his trousers. “You should be so lucky.”

“I’m going to murder you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Gentlemen.” Merlin’s peeved voice sounded alarmingly loud in Eggsy’s ears. “Get yer arses to the taxi NOW.”

Eggsy and Tequila did as they were told, retrieving the LTI TX4 Eggsy had inherited from Harry and driving off in resolute silence.

#merlahad #kingsman #merlin #harry hart #eggsy unwin #roxy morton #kingsman tgc #fanfic

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Celebrity Status

Celebrity Status, an ongoing L(G)B(T)+ story also on Wattpad and Quotev.

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Chapter Two

masonfucker1000: hey! i cannot fucking sleep for the life of me

masonfucker1000: nosam show's today, isn't it?

familyjules: hell yes it is! im too excited to sleep too do u wanna talk for a while while i get ready

masonfucker1000: uh, yeah, arent we talking now?

familyjules: shut up i'm sleep deprived and playing bass my mind is off

masonfucker1000: playing bass? are you reallyyy playing bass? or are u playing around w ur secret bass-stripping software, wannabe christo?

familyjules: fuck you i'm actually playing, masonfucker! u want proof go here: rabb.it/familyjules

masonfucker1000: uh huh

Mason's heart was suddenly beating out of his chest as he sat up in his bunk and plugged in earphones. Was Jules gonna turn on her camera? He was already freaking out that he was in the same city as Jules, he might even see her in the crowd! The boys had already teased him plenty in the past week for being so excited for it. He took a deep breath and clicked on the link.

Elias: Show me the proof!

Jules clicked on the camera and stuck his tongue out, smiling. "Hey, dumbass," he said, internally cringing at his voice. He lifted the bass. "Proof. Right here." He started to play one of Nosam's songs, smiling while he did.

Mason had to take a deep breath as soon as Jules turned the camera on. He blushed for no reason at all as he looked down at his bare chest and SpongeBob boxers, even though she couldn't see him. Jules' voice was awesome. The first thing he noticed were her blue eyes. Mason had seen a lot of blue eyes, but these were... wow. It was as if Mason had been searching for a certain shade of blue and had just found the perfect ones.

Her hair was an absolute mess down to her shoulders, and there was glitter all over her face, and she had tattoos. Blackwork flowers covered her shoulders down to her elbows. Those flowers were framed by a thin black line that went across her collarbone and shoulders, down to the end of the flowers. He could also see a moth and red and blue outlines of a skull on her thighs. She looked good. Really good. And then she showed him the bass and started playing, and Mason was pretty sure he'd nut right there.

Elias: holy fuck. holy fuck

Elias: Jules you're gorgeous

Elias: Sorry i mean your bass playing is amazing, it is, my mind is blown

Elias: but ive heard that before. right now im looking at

Elias: your face and

Elias: you look so good

Jules continued playing a few chords while he leaned forward to see the screen. He blushed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "You're an idiot. My hair is a fuckin' mess right now, dude." He leaned back again, the bass just barely hiding the fact that he was in a pair of boxers and a tank top and nothing else. "I'm gonna respect you not turning on your cam or mic, but damn, I wish I could see you." He laughed a little at how weird that sounded. "You're making me think you're someone famous."

Mason grinned. Jules' voice was soothing and light enough to severely tone down the dangerous words coming out of her mouth, the fact that she had casually— jokingly— guessed who he was. Sort of.

Elias: aw!! youre blushing! thats a blush!! youre cute

Elias: you're gonna make me blush. are u really that desperate to see me?

Elias: im sure u wish i was some1 famous

Jules laughed again. "Asshole. Maybe I do, you could get me a record deal or some shit. I don't sing much but my sister sure as hell can and I can harmonize okay." He plucked a string. "Also I'm not desperate. Just curious."

Elias: i would in a heartbeat

Elias: SING

Elias: you gotta sing

Elias: oh im sure its a burning curiosity

Jules blushed again, but obliged. He started singing a Nosam song. He blushed through it, then coughed a little. "I'm really not that good. Better with other people."

Mason smiled wide when Jules started singing. It was similar to Chris' range— which was really good. And her voice was different. Or maybe he was just... crushing extremely hard on her.

Elias: you're a solid Chris! and better than you think!

Elias: your voice is super smooth but it also has a nice rough edge to it and its fucking rad

Elias: you're a 1000% band material all the way, jules, I swear

Jules laughed nervously, grinning. "You're biased. Definitely just saying it." He shrugged a little. "Ugh. An hour 'til I go stand in line all day for good views."

Elias: youre good!

Elias: it'll be worth it

Elias: I hope youre at the front of the stage

Elias: ha! is that what ur gonna wear? what are those, boxers?

Elias: they are!

"Hell no!" Jules laughed. "It's way too fuckin' cold for that. And yes. They are boxers— Spongebob ones to be specific." He set his bass on the bed next to him and leaned up on his knees, so Elias could see. "I should probably get dressed actually. Turning off my camera for a minute." He turned it off and started to get dressed, keeping the mic on.

Elias: FUCK

Elias: IM WEARING SPONGEBOB BOXERS TOO

Elias: wow u have killer thighs

Elias: BOOOOOOOO

Elias: now im left to imagine

Jules stopped for a second to read the messages. "Twins! And boo for you. The thighs and ass are the result of a lifetime of hockey, my friend." Jules shrugged on a flannel and started buttoning it over his tank top. "I've got a killer ass too."

Mason bit his lip at that, significantly affected by imagining Jules' killer ass.

Elias: thank fuck for hockey

Elias: oh, I believe it

Elias: i have a lacrosse bod

Mason froze after he sent it. Sure, it was in hidden corners of the internet, but it was a little-known fact he played lacrosse in high school.

Jules grinned. "Lacrosse, huh? No wonder you like Mason. He was a lacrosse player."

Elias: oh yeah? bet he wasnt as good as me

Jules pressed the camera button again after he had his jeans on, stepping back as he buttoned them. "Better? Warmer." He grinned, turning in front of the camera. He was wearing a too big flannel since he couldn't wear his binder, and ripped black jeans. "With boots. It's kinda too pop punk for Nosam but y'know."

Mason swallowed as he fixated on Jules' ass. He blushed at the screen and looked up at the bottom of the top bunk. This was ridiculous.

Elias: hotter, definitely, yes

Elias: Pop punk is rad

Elias: and you rock it

Jules sat down again and grinned. "Thanks, man." He pulled the hair tie out of his hair and started to fix it, pulling half back again. "How are Nosam concerts? I mean, I've seen videos, but I haven't ever thought about asking about like... the fans? How did people act?"

Elias: lots of hype. really loud. lots of glitter, merch, posters. as u know, nosam fans are dedicated. altho some people won't even know who they are and pretend they know the songs, which is hilarious. lots of shirtless ppl after T-Shirt Song. might be some shoving around so be careful. theres some younger teenage fans too, they might get a bit much but theyre definitely passionate. older fans are adorable

Jules took a second to read it, playing with a pillow in his lap. "Sounds fun. I— nah, I'll just take off the tank when T-Shirt Song is played. Fuck, I'm so excited. That just made me even more excited. Fuck!"

Mason grinned as he watched Jules get gradually more restless in excitement.

Elias: youre adorable

Elias: hey are u in a relationship? i cant imagine not

Jules was still shifting around a little when he rolled his eyes, plucking a string out of the pillow. He looked up at the other message sound, blushing again. "Damn, you like making me blush. No, I'm not. Haven't been in many, either, if you're gonna ask that next."

Mason pursed his lips, silencing an excited yell. He fist-pumped quietly.

Elias: you're really cute when you blush

Elias: and you're

Elias: into guys?

Jules blushed more, rolling his eyes again. He was silent for a second as he struggled to force the words out. "Yeah. I'm bi, if that helps." He focused his gaze on the pillow again, smiling a little. Elias definitely was interested. "You're more flirty than usual right now."

Elias: can't help it looking at you

Elias: i just think you're really cool

Elias: hot, too

Elias: gotta include both ends of the temperature spectrum

Jules snorted. "I think you're really cool yourself. And probably hot as hell. Can't see your face though, so I'm relying on the idea that you're not some sixty year old mouth breather flirting with me through the internet, like my parents warned me about. And if you are, you're rich, so be my sugar daddy, please and thank you."

Elias: it means shit, i know, but i swear im not 60. ur right, im definitely hot. and young. v muscular. probably the guy of ur dreams. and i would happily be your sugar daddy, baby

Jules blushed, unable to hide his grin. He blew a kiss at the camera, laughing. Being called baby had definitely felt... weird. Maybe it was the nerves. "Thanks, daddy," he teased, blushing harder when he said it. God, his face was going to be the color of an apple soon.

Mason's eyes widened at that, and he cursed himself for actually not minding being called daddy. But, hey, if it works, it works.

Elias: oh, you're into that? ;)

Elias: record for blushing goes to Jules!

Jules huffed. "Asshole. Shut up." He wanted to hide his face in the pillow, but that would get glitter everywhere. "Fuck. I should go soon."

Elias: pretty sure you like when im an asshole

Mason frowned as their alarms rang at that moment. Andrew whined loudly as he dropped himself to the floor from the top bunk. He snorted. Nice timing, Jules.

Elias: :(

Elias: you should i guess :(

Elias: its gonna be good!!

Jules sighed. As much as he loved and adored Nosam... He didn't want to go. He wanted to keep talking to Elias. "I'll message from my phone when I get there, though! And I'll take lots of pictures and videos for the site. My sister is coming with me, too, I'm so excited." He grinned, his excitement returning. "I'll talk to you later, Elías! Have a good day!"

Elias: you better

Elias: i might not answer for a bit tho ill be p busy today

Elias: talk to you later! have a good day, jules x

Mason sighed as he left Jules' room, but grinned as he thought about seeing her in the crowd. It was gonna be awesome.

⧫

Hours later, the place was packed and Mason urged the guys along, getting hyped by all the noise. "Guys, c'mon! Let's say hi to some people."

Once they reached the lines, Mason grinned, touching hands and greeting people from the other side of the cord.

"Dude! You look hardcore!" he gasped as he saw a guy with glitter, lipstick, fishnets, and a ripped Nosam tank. A fucking killer concert outfit. God, he loved fans. The guy's eyes widened, and he grinned wide as Mason gave his hand a squeeze. He scanned the crowds, looking for Jules. She had to be there somewhere.

Andrew came up behind him, muttering in his ear. "You're fucking whipped before even meeting her."

Mason smacked his back and flipped Andrew's hood up over his face to annoy him. Andrew flipped him off as he pushed it back down.

Jules stood in line with Rosaline, bouncing a little as he messaged Elías.

familyjules: in line! we're way at the front but some assholes camped overnight and froze their asses off so they deserve being here first

"Oh my God, oh my God, Jules— Jullian! Look up, holy shit, they're right there," Rosaline said, yanking at Jules' arm. He looked up, gasping a little and bouncing even more.

"Holy fuck, that's them, in person, holy fuck— Fuck, look at Austin, he's so hot- And Chris looks so good—" Jules breathed, grinning.

Andrew blinked, impressed as he noticed a girl wearing a dress that... was made of Nosam shirts? Shit. And next to her was— Andrew stopped, almost barreling into a fan, who did not seem to mind very much. According to the few pictures of Jules that Mason had shown him, the person next to that girl was either Jules or a convincing look-alike. Andrew looked to Mason, who was scanning in the opposite direction, and rolled his eyes. He elbowed Mason, "Dude, check out that dress."

Mason whipped his head in the direction Andrew was pointing, and his jaw dropped. It was a cool dress— very cool— but holy shit, it was Jules. Fuck. He started to move behind Andrew until he remembered Jules didn't know it was him. Right. Duh. His heart beat unnaturally loud in his ears as he stepped towards them. What if he was wrong and he wanted it to be Jules so badly that he'd convinced himself that's who he was looking at? Maybe Jules didn't even exist. No person could look that good.

They were coming their way. "Holy fuck and they're looking right at us aren't they? It's the glitter and your Nosam dress, you funky little designer!" Jules breathed it all, grinning wide and shaking Rosaline's shoulders.

Mason pulled Andrew along with him and puffed out a breath as he walked towards them, smiling, looking to the girl beside Jules, eyeing her dress in awe. "Hey, guys! You both look amazing. I think this is the most impressive gig outfit I've ever seen. How long did it take you to make that?"

Rosaline grinned, shrugging off her jacket so they could see it all. "Around twelve hours. It was hard as hell to put all of it together and cut the shirts. Totally worth it, though!"

Jules grinned, taking her hand and twirling her. "And the bottom is rainbow and glitter cause she's definitely not gay but an ally and as campy as a drag queen." Jules laughed a little, meeting Mason's eyes, then Andrew's. Mason's breath caught.

"Shut up, Jules," Rosaline said, shoving Jules jokingly. He lifted his hands by his shoulders.

Mason smiled happily as the smallest sliver of doubt dissipated when she said Jules. "I'm impressed. Really impressed. Right, Drew?"

Andrew had been distracted by another fan he was taking a picture with, but he turned, glancing at Jules and Rosaline a little awkwardly and nodding, smiling a bit.

Mason laughed at her words and at her sister shoving her. He took a couple of meet-and-greet passes from his pocket and offered them, grinning. "That dress is the best thing I've seen all tour, so I hope I'll see you at the meet and greet."

Jules's jaw dropped. "Holy fuck, no way!" He laughed, looking up at Mason in shock. "You're kidding me, right? Meet and greets?" He grinned, taking one when Rosaline took the other, too shocked to speak.

"Yes way!" Mason grinned wide at them.

"Holy fuck, you funky little designer!" Jules said, latching onto Rosaline and lifting her the way he always did to annoy her. "I knew that dress was good luck. You didn't fuckin' nick your finger once while making it."

He turned back to Mason after putting her down when she threatened to punch him, grinning still. "Thank you. Holy fuck, thank you. Y— We'll definitely be there. It's not like we have anything better to do than meet you guys."

Mason's cheeks hurt from smiling as Jules laughed and lifted the girl. "Don't sweat it. Completely understandable if you find something better to do. Although, I don't know what people in Michigan do. Skate on Lake Mich? Hockey?" he teased. "Just give them to someone else so they don't go to waste. Although I'll be bummed if I don't see you there," he said, meeting Jules' eyes for a second.

Jules froze a little at the hockey comment, blinking and forcing himself to breathe. He suddenly felt a lot colder than he was. Tugging his jacket tighter around him, he forced a smile and nodded. "Don't worry. We'll be there." He felt himself shaking a little and found it kind of hard to breathe. His hand found Rosaline's after a second.

"We'll definitely be there," Rosaline said, grinning at Mason. She squeezed Jules's hand, knowing exactly what was going on. It had happened before. She took the pass from Jules and stuffed it in her bag with her own, one hand still in Jules'.

Mason's smile disappeared for a moment at Jules' reaction. Oh, fuck. Did he say something wrong? He grinned again, turning to Jules' sister. "So, I hope you don't mind, but I just need a picture with you...?" he trailed off, hoping for a name.

"Rosaline," she said, grinning.

"Beautiful name," Mason smiled. Jules' twin sister seemed extremely cool.

"I—" Rosaline looked back at Jules, who nodded and let go of her hand. "Okay. Jules, do you wanna take it?"

Jules looked for a second, then nodded, taking out his phone. He still had the convo with Elías open. That gave him an idea. "Uh— this is kind of a weird question, but could you message my friend too after the picture? He'll lose his shit if he knows I met you." He grinned again at the thought of Elías's reaction.

Mason watched Jules fiddle around with the camera. He was maybe freaking out a little. He definitely said something wrong. Was it the flirting? Or did he offend her with the hockey jab?

His eyebrows rose in surprise as Jules mentioned her friend, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Of course."

Jules lifted his phone after opening the camera, taking a picture of Mason and Rosaline together. "Oh— oh, do you need it on your phone? Is it for security or something?"

"Uh, yeah," Mason took out his phone. "Actually, you should get in this too," he motioned for both of them to take a selfie with him and made a silly face, and then took another one with a smile.

Jules blushed a little at the way Mason looked at him. He stood behind Rosaline, crossing his eyes and opening his mouth, then simply grinning.

He handed his phone over to Mason afterward, then explained a little bit where the text was and everything. "Oh, his name is Elías. Accent on the 'I'. Please, for the love of all things holy, mention the username and embarrass the shit out of him. He deserves it for that."

"Gotcha," Mason took the phone carefully, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous this situation was. God, how was this gonna end? He pushed the thought aside and managed to laugh at the username.

familyjules: hey Elías! its nosam's Mason! i met your friend Jules today, im flattered you wanna fuck me, maybe we can meet up sometime? ;) x

He smiled in amusement as he showed Jules the message. "How's that?"

Jules took back the phone and grinned. "Perfect." He looked up and met Mason's eyes again. His smile was better, just still a bit forced. "Thank you. You're awesome."

"Anytime, Jules," he gave her a silly, lopsided grin eyes bright. "It was awesome to meet you guys."

He saw Austin walking by and waved him over, hopping a little. "Hey, Austin, check out this rad dress and these rad people."

Austin smiled over at them, although he was surrounded by people. "Very rad dress! Thanks for coming, guys," he gave them a thumbs up.

Jules froze again when Austin came over, for a completely different reason. He grinned, unable to speak.

Rosaline snapped in front of his face. "I— God, sorry. Jules is a mess right now." She elbowed him, but he was just staring at Austin. "Thank you for coming all the way up here. It's the only reason we could come. We tried to go to Detroit once, but our parents wouldn't let us go that far alone in just one day and night." She grinned at Austin.

"Y— You're Austin," Jules breathed.

"No problem," Austin smiled, "That's me. Jules, yeah? Would it be okay if I hugged you?" he glanced at Mason for a split second. Mason glared at him for the same amount of time. Asshole.

Austin's smile grew.

Jules nodded enthusiastically, holding up his arms and hugging Austin tight. Holy fuck, he was hugging Austin Salinas. And Mason Hill was right there. And he'd meet Chris later, and Andrew had smiled at him. This was the best day of his life. He closed his eyes and buried his face against Austin's shoulder, then realized that was weird and he was hugging too long and pulled away.

Austin grinned, laughing and hugging Jules just as tight for a second longer. "You're a good hugger."

Jules laughed. "So are you," he said after they pulled away.

That was an unnecessarily long hug.

Mason pouted, glancing at Rosaline. "Now I want a hug. Rosaline?" he grinned, holding out his arms.

Rosaline hugged him, grinning. She hugged him just a bit too long too, wishing she could have hugged Andrew but beyond happy to hug Mason.

Jules paused for a second, then hugged Mason, face against his chest. "Thank you."

Mason was surprised at the hug, frozen in place for a second before taking a deep breath and relaxing into it. He wrapped his arms around Jules and smiled contentedly. This is what a hug is, fuck every other one I've ever had.

Jules was a little too relaxed into the hug. It felt right for some reason. While Austin's hug was awesome, Mason's was warm and soft and felt incredible. Jules didn't want to let go.

Mason hugged Jules as long as he could without it being weird, and then let her go. "Alright, we should go set up. See you guys later!" he smiled. Austin said goodbye, giving Mason a mocking look, sighing wistfully at him.

"Shut up, Austin," Mason shoved at him, hands on his shoulders as they walked away.

"I didn't speak, Mason," Austin grinned, "She's really cute. I get why you've been annoying the shit out of us this whole time."

"Don't you have a girlfriend already, Sally?"

Jules smiled at them as they left, waving, then turned to Rosaline, tears in his eyes. "We just— Holy fuck, we just met Nosam and got meet and greet passes, Rosa."

Mason loved performing. He'd happily do it for the rest of his life, and that was the plan. He was addicted to the roar of the crowd, to the sound of thousands of people singing along with him, to their songs. It was always surreal, always like being in another world. It was a high. But this concert, he had been especially happy that he could see Jules at the front of the crowd the whole time, just as excited as everyone else was. Jules' proximity was especially wonderful after T-Shirt Song, because fuck, was Jules even hotter without a shirt. Who needed shirts? Nobody. That's what T-Shirt Song was all about (not really, but roll with it).

After the concert, Jules had a newfound love for Mason Hill. He'd loved him before, but not like this. On stage, he was hilarious and bounced around and was so theatrical... it was exactly how Jules wanted to be on stage. He demanded a presence, and made sure he got what he wanted. There was no doubt in anything he did, even if he did make a fool of himself at times and absolutely roasted himself. It was astounding. Mason had delivered everything Jules had hoped for and then some.

At Mason's insistence that everyone in the crowd had to, Jules had stripped off his shirt during T-Shirt Song, then threw it on stage after. Mason had made eye contact with him... a lot, actually, after that, especially during flirty songs. It was like he wanted to fuck or something, and Jules had informed Elías of this. But Elías wasn't replying, which made sense, since he'd said he'd be busy, but it made Jules a little sad.

They were in the back of the line for the meet-and-greet, sadly, but would definitely get to see them because of the passes. Jules wiped some glitter off his forehead while they waited, closer to the front now that the event was almost over, humming to himself. He was sweating after all the moving around, so he was just wearing a bra and his open flannel, bouncing on the balls of his feet next to an exhausted Rosaline. His throat hurt, and it was the best experience of his life. Rosa's throat hurt, and it was the worst experience of her life.

"Wimp," he teased, grinning at her. He coughed a little. "Oh. We're up."

When they were reaching the end of the meet & greet line, Mason grinned as he saw Jules and Rosaline. All of Nosam was shirtless, even Chris, who was rocking scars from his top surgery, still looking fairly pink after over a year. It was incredible how it had gone from cold as hell to hot as shit with all the moving around.

"Hey, Jules! Rosaline!" Mason shouted, waving them forward when the twins had gotten to the front of the meet & greet line.

"Good to see you guys again," Austin smiled at them as he ran his hand through sweaty, wavy hair and pushed his glasses up.

Andrew shot them an awkward smile through the Twizzler in his mouth. His hair was sticking to his forehead as he saluted the pair.

"How're you guys doing? You weren't kidding, that dress is wonderful," Chris stared at the dress, leaning against the table to get a closer look at the detail.

Jules grinned, dragging a tired and stunned Rosaline with him. He still had some post-concert adrenaline rushing through his veins.

"That was the best concert of my life," Jules said. "You guys are fucking awesome up there. Better than the videos I've seen online."

"Glad we made such a lasting impression," Mason teased, smirking at Jules.

"The best concert of my life was probably All Time Low," Austin muttered absentmindedly, yawning. Andrew snorted as he stuck a Twizzler in his open mouth. Austin choked on it, yanking it out of his mouth and tossing it back at him. Andrew laughed, catching it and putting it in his mouth.

Rosaline coughed before she spoke. "Thank you about the dress. And for the passes. This is amazing."

"Thank you!" Chris grinned big, "It was a long time coming. Was definitely a weight off my chest." He winked and finger-gunned them. "You're the amazing ones."

Jules laughed softly, then took a deep breath and looked at Chris. "I— Uh— Can I get a picture? Please?"

"Hell yeah," Chris got up and put an arm around Jules' shoulder for the picture, smiling.

Rosa did the same with Andrew, a little nervous. "Can—" She stopped for a second, taking a deep breath, then smiled sheepishly. "Can I get a picture with you, Andrew?"

"Yeah," Andrew replied, almost inaudible. He immediately got up, taking a picture with her and hugging her.

Rosaline hugged Andrew back happily, on the verge of tears. This was the best day of her life. He spoke to her. He actually spoke to her.

After they got their pictures, Jules grinned at Mason. "And can I get another picture with you? I don't have one on my phone of us, and no one will ever believe me if I don't get one." He handed his phone off to Rosaline, who took it gladly. "Also— Uh— Could you kiss my cheek? I've seen a lot of those online—"

Mason grinned happily as he took the pic with Jules, hand on her back. He smiled, laughing warmly when she asked for a cheek kiss. He kissed her cheek, pausing a moment with his lips on her face for the picture. He hugged her again afterwards, almost picking her up off the ground.

Jules grinned, hugging him back. He squeezed tight, then thanked Mason and took a picture with Austin.

After a few more minutes of awkward conversation about the concert and Rosaline's dress, it was announced that the meet & greet was over and they had to go. Jules pouted a little, but said bye, waving. He turned around only after a few backward steps, trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd just met Nosam twice in one day.

Mason watched Jules walk away, biting his lip and slowly leaning back in his chair, sighing in abject sadness. He was sad, and he was staring at Jules' ass, and he was thinking that it was completely unfair that even though, yes, he finally got to meet Jules, it was for such a short amount of time, and she didn't even know who he was. And, yeah, maybe he had also been staring at her ass the whole time she was walking away.

Austin thumped him on the head. "I can practically hear your thoughts right now and they're gross, Mason."

Mason only smirked.

When Mason had finally showered and eaten, he fell onto his bed. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Jules. Which wasn't exactly new, honestly, but now it was like, multiplied times a thousand. He eagerly took out his phone.

masonfucker1000: holy shit !!! holy shit

masonfucker1000: i got a message from mason hill. you met him!

There was a knot forming in his stomach as he sent the message. The concert had affected this whole situation way too much. Mason had been stuck. It was a catch-22. He had to see Jules, but now that he'd met her everything was suddenly real, and horrifying and he was even more aware of how he was sort of catfishing, but like, next-level celebrity catfishing (that should totally be a show). And if he hadn't met her, he'd still be suffering dramatically and daydreaming about it, but at least it would have been simpler and he would have been ignorant.

Jules had passed out as soon as he got home, but woke up to messages from Elías. He grinned, rolling over in bed and rubbing at his eyes.

familyjules: FUCK YES I DID hold on i'll post the pics in the concert thread

familyjules: GUYS MY SISTER AND I WON THE M&G PASSES AND I HUGGED AUSTIN TWICE AND MASON TWICE AND GOT A SHIT TON OF PICTURES LOOK

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masonfucker1000: YOU GOT A CHEEK KISS? that is one hot man. and by that i mean mason. mason is one hot man. tell me the truth. who was the better hugger?

familyjules: okay look you know i love austin but mason's hug was so warm and soft i loved it. i made him hug me to compare for you and i preferred his (but don't tell austin i'm betraying him)

Mason kicked his legs, hollering. "In your face, Austin! I'm the better hugger!"

Austin rolled his eyes. "Jules is biased and doesn't even know it."

masonfucker1000: fuck yeah!!!! mason is the superior hugger! dude did u say earlier that he looked like he wanted to fuck

Mason could not fucking believe he had no self-control. She noticed that he was staring like a fucking idiot.

familyjules: yes i did he kept staring at me and he was singing all the flirty songs and looking directly at me and even kissed my hand once during one of them. i was shook. he's a flirt i knew that but it felt different. like he was trying to woo me

masonfucker1000: uhhhhh lucky bastard!!!!! you got a hand kiss and a cheek kiss! 2 hugs! lemme know when u guys fuck!!

Mason yawned, grinning as he posted the pictures with Jules and Rosaline on his Instagram. He cropped the one with him and Jules sticking out their tongues and made it his background, blushing as he stared at it.

Jules laughed again, yawning. He really wanted some more sleep.

familyjules: shut up that's not gonna happen and even if it did it would require us meeting again. i did find a new love for mason hill tonight, tho i'm not gonna nut for him all over the internet like you!

familyjules: i'm gonna get some more sleep, btw. my legs feel like they're jello

masonfucker1000: lies!!! youre definitely gonna nut for him!

masonfucker1000: aw, get some more sleep, darling jules! x

Jules smiled at the message, even though there was something a little weird about it.

familyjules: have a good day, darling elías 💙

Mason wanted to be happy about the message and the heart, but she'd called him Elias. He sighed, putting his phone aside and shutting his eyes in an attempt to sleep and not think about it, even though he suspected it wouldn't work.

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You’re Alive? pt 4 - Smaug

The pathway led through the small mountain passing the vast Mithril forge to a small Mithril statue of three Rabbits, walking to the wall beside it with giant columns carved along the wall, pushing along the wall opening the small door leading to Erebor’s forge.

The group all choosing to wait on the other side of the door as you and Bilbo both went through the doorway and quietly walked up to the giant treasure hoard.

...

Bilbo, “So, what is the plan?”

You, “You draw his attention as he wakes up, I’ll draw him through the mountain and take care of him as you stay safe in the treasure room.”

Bilbo, using Hobbit magic keeping his eyes on the ground goes invisible to everyone but you, as you are also part Hobbit, stepping behind a column as you walked along the wall with your swords drawn and held them with the blades along your arms and started to climb up a small ledge, staying out of Smaug’s sight.

Bilbo hid behind another column as Smaug drew in a deep breath, flaring his nostrils.

Smaug: Well... thief. [sniffs] I smell you. I hear your breath. I feel your air. Where are you? Where are you? Come now. Don't be shy. Step into the light.

Bilbo steps out and allows himself to be seen by Smaug.

Bilbo: I did not come to steal from you, O Smaug the Unassessably Wealthy. I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence. To see if you really were as great as the old tales say. I did not believe them.

Smaug: [Draws himself up from the hoard and into full view] And do you NOW?!

Bilbo: Truly, the tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity, O Smaug, the Stupendous.

Making you smile widely at his cleverness.

Smaug: Do you think flattery will keep you alive?

Bilbo: N...no.

Smaug: No indeed. You seem familiar with my name, but I don't remember smelling your kind before. Who are you and where do you come from, may I ask?

Bilbo: [sees the Arkenstone; tries to distract Smaug] I... I come from under the hill.

Smaug: "Underhill"?

Bilbo: [nods nervously] And under hills and over hills my path has led... and through the air! I am he who walks unseen.

Smaug: [drawing close] Impressive. What else do you claim to be?

Bilbo: I-I am... Luck-wearer. Riddle-maker.

Smaug: Lovely titles. Go on.

Bilbo: Barrel-rider.

Smaug: "Barrels"? Now that is interesting! And what about your little dwarf friends? Where are they hiding?

Bilbo: [feigning confusion] D... Dwarves? No. No, no dwarves here, you've got that all wrong--

Smaug: Oh, I don't think so, Barrel-rider! They sent you in here to do their dirty work, while they skulk about outside!

Bilbo: Truly you are mistaken, O Smaug, Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities.

Smaug: You have nice manners, for a thief and a LIAR! I know the smell and taste of dwarf, no one better! It is the gold! They are drawn to treasure like flies to dead flesh!

Smaug: Did you think I did not know this day would come?! That a pack of canting dwarves would come crawling back to the mountain?!

Smaug draws back to lunge at Bilbo as you draw in a deep breath and let out a large guttural roar that echoed through the Mountain. Shouting loudly in Draconic drawing Smalls attention, “Im Here!”

Smaug roaring in return, “You let in another Dragon?” giving off a large snarl as he lunged through the large door heading into the Mountain, breathing out a large breath of flame.

...

Dori: Was that an earthquake?

Balin: That, my lad... was a dragon.

Ori: [sees a red glow from the cave] What about Bilbo and Jaqi?

Thorin: Give them more time.

Balin: Time to do what? To be killed?!

Legolas: Give them time!

As you loudly roared again, “I’m over here.”

...

Smaug now standing in the large entryway, twisted in circles searching for you, shouted: It's Oakenshield! That filthy dwarfish usurper! He sent you in here for the Arkenstone, didn't he Dragon?!

Ducking around a large hallway leading to the forges. As Bilbo quietly collects the Arkenstone and followed you in a safe distance.

You: I’m Here, Come find me!

Smaug: Oakenshield's quest will fail. The darkness is coming. It will spread to every corner of the land. You are being used, Thief in the Shadows. You were only ever a means to an end. The coward Oakenshield has weighed the value of your life and found it worth nothing!

Bilbo: No... no, you're lying!

Smaug: What did he promise you? A share of the treasure? As if it was his to give? I will not part with a single coin! Not one piece of it! My teeth are swords! My claws are spears! And my wings are a hurricane! [Bilbo looks up from behind a column and sees one of Smaug's scales missing]

Bilbo: [whispers] So it is true. The Black Arrow found its mark.

Smaug: [hears him] What did you say?!

Bilbo: [stammers] I-I was just saying, your reputation precedes you, O Smaug the Tyrannical. Truly, you have no equal on this earth.

Smaug: I am almost tempted to let you take it, if only to see Oakenshield suffer. Watch it destroy him. Watch it corrupt his heart and drive him mad. But I think not. I think our little game ends here. So tell me, thief... how do you choose to die?

[Smaug prepares to breathe fire, but Bilbo looks away tapping into his Hobbit magic again and slips away, invisible, as Smaug breathes fire] You run to Bilbo and sheild him from the flames, rolling into a large empty room and dragging him behind the wall near the doorway.

Smaug: You think you can deceive me, Barrel-rider?! You have come from Lake-Town, You and your Dragon! This is some sordid scheme hatched between these filthy Dwarves and those miserable tub-trading Lake-Men. Those sniveling cowards with their Longbows and Black Arrows!

The group all sprint into the forges, tired of waiting, joining Bilbo in his hiding spot at a safe distance. You sprint through the hallway and sprint through the pathway to the forges and let out another loud roar as he turned and followed you through the forges, ducking behind one of the columns as he breathed out a large flame, sprinting over one of the walkways letting out another loud roar and he turns in your direction and snarls.

Smaug: I am fire. I am... DEATH.

…

Back in Mirkwood

Thranduil had spent the entire party in his room with memories of you running through his mind and his dreams, his thoughts running to the woman in Thorin’s Company, and how painful it must have been for the poor woman, whispering to himself, “Jaqi Pear.” still trying to remember anyone with that name.

He laid back closing his eyes, quickly falling deeply into sleep, feeling as if your arms were wrapping tightly around him. He was back in your old garden when Legolas was still a small child. Walking through the entryway into the garden seeing you and your son seated at your small picnic, with your tea set as Legolas had just finished a large hat of leaves and placed it on top of your head, resembling a large pear. Thranduil gave chuckle as he sat down next to you, “Your looking lovely today as always, and you're hat looks especially...delicious. Enjoying your tea Love?” giving you a small smirk.

You squint your eyes and snap back, “Hey that’s Mrs Pear to you.” tapping him on the nose making him let out a quick chuckle.

Legolas adds in Hobbitish, “JackRabbit Pear.”

- Hobbits don't have a word for hare, which is what Lapatte translates into, so Hobbits use the term JackRabbit. -

His eyes pop open and sits up, “Jaqi Pear.....Banished?” Smaugs roar echoes through his Kingdom, Leaping up out of bed, quickly getting dressed, running to the door and throwing it open seeing the Guard that had just arrived to give the King a Message.

Guard, “Your Majesty, The Dwarves have escaped.”

Thranduil’s face turns into a scowl, “Obviously!” The guard is still standing there nervously, “Is there something else?”

Guard, “Your son is also gone, along with Tauriel.” Flinching away quietly as if the King would hit him.

Thranduil thinks to himself, if it was you then his son would be with you and Tauriel would surely follow you after, “Where are the banishment records I requested?”

Guard, “In the meeting room.”

Thranduil, “Prepare my soldiers.”, He ran into the meeting room and straight to the stack of books and flipped through the one from the time when you were sent off to battle. His fingers slid across the names as it landed across your name, among each Elf that had been sent with you to keep you safe, so they could not inform him and Legolas that you were alive. His mind flashing back to his father telling him you had fallen, and then having the nerve to pretend to mourn you until he died, letting out a large growl, his face twisting into a snarl as he grabbed the chair nearest him and hurled it at the wall, shattering it as he shouted loudly just as Smaug let out another roar. Breathing deeply now, fists clenched and walked to the wall, pressing his fists and his head against the wall as he growled quietly as he trembled in anger, remaining there until he had calmed down and went to put on his armor.

He walked through the door running into Tala, the elf woman from earlier who was trying to tell him about you, stopping as he sees the Healer seeing the tears and nervousness in her eyes, “You saw my wife?”

Healer, “Yes”

Thranduil nodded and placed a kind hand on her shoulder, “Tell everyone my wife is alive and in Erebor I’m going to get her and my son if I have to kill that dragon myself…”

…

Smaug opened his mouth to take another large breath to breathe out another flame as you ran and jumped into his mouth and stabbed through his head. His mouth closing as you shoved your swords in further cutting through the inner part of his skull, letting out a final grumble as he collapsed, causing the entire mountain to tremble.

All, “Jaqi?”

Legolas and his sisters all whispered, “Mom....”

They all hear another slicing sound as they see they tips of your blades through the top of Smalls head cutting in a circle before pushing your way out and climbing to the top of his head and walking to the edge and starting to climb down as your foot slipped from the blood under your boots causing you to fall straight to the ground, face first, mumbling to yourself. Climbing to your knees and wipe the blood from your nose, the group rushing to your side, “Kill a dragon, only wound is a bloody nose…The Dwarves will just love that in the retelling.”

Fili, “Ahh the truth sounds better though.”

Kili clapping his hands as he sang his own invented tune, “She slayed the mighty Smaug then fell majestically to her face.”

Bofur, “It does have a nice flow to it.” nodding his head as Nori and Ori helped you up.

Dwalin, “Quite a compliment. Fierce yet vulnerable.”

Bofur now pulling out a notebook he carried with him for his songs, working out the new lyrics as the Dwarves gathered around him, “OK add in the bit about flying into his mouth.”

Kili, “OOOOOH don’t forget a part telling him to open wide.”

Fili, “Then adding a loud group clap for his jaws slamming shut.”

Bofur pointing his small pencil at the boys, “Genius, writes itself.”

Gloin, “Don’t forget the Companies despair. Can’t have a good battle song without it.”

Oin, “AND HER ROARING!!! EVEN THE TOUGHEST OF DWARVES WOULD TREMBLE AT IT!!”

Bofur, “Ahh yes, of course…and working out a chorus about leading him through the Kingdom. ‘Im here, over here, come find me, she roared in her loud serpent tongue.’ and then the bit bout Bilbo and his riddles too, can’t be forgetting Master Bilbo either, have a good long verse or two bout you at the start and then at the end with the stone.”

Ori, “Down through the hole we gazed, no brain was found in the skull of the beast who dared defy the Mighty Hobbits Quest.”

Bofur grabbed Oris face and kissed his cheek roughly, “Ahh pure poetry from our young scribe!!!” As Ori blushed madly and the group all patted him on the back.

Nori, “Brilliant, don’t forget about him boasting of his mighty armor and forgetting about his weakness within…” the group pausing for a moment, as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Or something like that”

Bofur, “Its rough but I like it.”

Balin, “The forges as well.”

Bombur, “Add in something like the roar of Smaug was nothing to our Hobbits.”

Oin, “THE FEAR IN HIS EYES! IMAGINE HIS SUPRISE TWAS A HOBBIT, NOW DOUBLED!”

Dori, “‘Twas then he knew he was troubled!”

As Bifur started to work out the rythm to the song.

The group spend a good half hour on the song alone as your daughters and Legolas helped clean you up and started to fix the public bathhouse on the ground floor. The group eventually joining you, before heading to the large banquet kitchen on that floor to make dinner, when they gave you their first performance of the song.

Pt 5

#Smaug #BilboBarrelRider #HobbitRoar #Thranduil x Reader #lotr #hobbit #Thranduil x Reader OC

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Model!OC x Photographer!Yoongi Length: 4.8K ..things got out of hand… Type: Three words drabble, birth from pure sin and thirst Recommended OST: (x) and (x) (a/n): “no really, this was me being a brat and thinking ‘hey how can I make this totally fluffy prompt into angst?’ and then it turned into sin. Must be the lack of sleep talking.” ….this was supposed to be a drabble…

Summary: Yoongi is not too keen on the fact that you, his muse, disappeared without a word two years ago. The two of you meet again at a casting, with Yoongi as the the photographer under the name SUGA. He’s livid, of course, but he can’t help the fact that he still remembers every curve and contours on your body.

Prompt By Anonnie: Sparkles, Petals, and Laughter (im sorry) Warnings: sex. sins. Yoongi being very naughty.

001. Sparkles

Pins and needles prickle at your skin from the intensity of his scrutiny, the thin hairs on your arm standing on end, delicate flesh underneath forming ridges that continue to spread throughout your entire body from your head all the way down to your toes. Tremors blossom in the form of the most minuscule shivers that gradually build up intensity until your entire frame is aquiver, soft waves that only accentuates how your body is gloriously bare for his twisted pleasure. You hate how he can still elicit this kind of response from your body—two years truly changes nothing.

Your mind is buzzing with wild thoughts, the confines of your skull barely holding in your mental fretting. Despite the current state of turbulence in your head, your body revels in the attention that he’s shamelessly bestowing, his gaze drifting, languidly studying his masterpiece. His cold eyes that are staring you down from two feet away glints with amusement, the dark orbs saturated in lust and rage. It ignites your defiance, fueling your veins with adrenaline, compelling you to stand your ground against his desire to watch you crumble.

Min Yoongi was not always the picturesque depiction of frigid hostility like he is now. In fact, you dare say he was quite warm, towards you at least. He was sweet summer days and gummy smiles, the faint sound of the camera shutter and the sparkles of the ocean reflected in his eyes, until one day you silently departed from his grasp— without a single note of consolation. Bittersweet, that’s what it felt like. You still remember the day you decided to leave, you knew it was better for the both his career and yours, a raising-star photographer and an aspiring model, what a pair the two of you were. But you had to leave, Yoongi had too much potential to be wasted on the premise that you were his only muse, so you brought a oneway ticket to nowhere; picking up some fame along the way.

Strange, how you find yourself back at square one with Yoongi in front of you and your ability to conjure words proving fruitless. Oh, how you wish you could go back in time, just twenty four hours backwards, so you could tell your manager Seokjin what a horrible, stupid idea it would be to audition to model for the most coveted photographer in New York City: SUGA. Little did you know that you would walk right smack into your beautiful nightmare.

He was silent through the majority of your audition, your portfolio gripped in his hands, his figure slouched into the sleek leather of the back sofa. Meanwhile, you were blissfully oblivious to the fact that SUGA is in fact the very person you’ve been avoiding for the past two years, chirping happily to any questions they prompted you with until his coworker patted the lazy photographer none too gently,

“Yoongi, you’re not going to say anything? Man, what happened to the savage that made two newbies cry in the dressing room yesterday?”

Familiarity rang in your ears then and you had a split second decision of dashing completely out the room, but not before-

“I’m going to have to ask everyone, except (y/n) to leave the studio.”

And that’s how you find yourself in this current predicament, with Yoongi staring you down like a panther stalking it’s prey and you, the careless gazelle that ran right into the hands of death.

Thick silence settles in the room and you take this opportunity to study the man in front of you just as he’s recording every detail of you.

His hair is black now, you note, the ebony locks curling slightly on his forehead, deliberately messy, making his milky skin all the more ethereal in the dim lighting of the small room. His hair used to be a radiant blonde, but you suppose he doesn’t need such a thing as eccentric strands to attract attention now. Everything from his eyes to his rosy lips drown you in nostalgia, they remain strikingly similar to fragments of your fading memories. Those nebulas, ever so expressive are concealed by the gold rimmed specs balancing precariously on the tall bridge of his nose. Black ink paints it way up from underneath his thin white t-shirt, the vines’ movements deliberate like brushstrokes and you realize that they depict cherry blossoms crawling up the right side of his neck. You allot a few seconds to let your mind wander towards what other tattoos may be adorning his body under the thin material, only to have your lascivious fantasies disrupted when Yoongi floats towards you, stopping a hair away, leaving just enough space to have you yearning to close such insignificant distance.

“So, what kind of excuse did you come up for me today, doll face?” he growls into the shell of your ear, causing you to whimper, the noise automatic in response to his sharp demand. He smirks at that, as if the visceral response from your body wasn’t enough of an indication of your desperation for his understanding.

“Go on, it must be good. You had two whole years to make it up after all.”

“Y-oongi,” you sigh out his name when he begins his maddening play, the coolness of his fingertips somehow drawing trails of fire across your skin. Yoongi fully smiles at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue, it has been awhile since he’s heard the soft, sweet sound after all.

“Did you miss me, doll?” he whispers, his fingers coming up to swipe at your lips, the pad of his thumb pressing down on the soft flesh. He studies your doe eyes, filled with so much conflict and apprehension, but most of all regret. It almost pains him to see you like this when both of you know the reason for your departure was anything but selfish.

Yoongi knows that he’s already forgiven you the moment you walked into the room, radiant, none the less, with a new persona so strong that he was shaken from your progress. Fear, it was eating at him that maybe you’ve moved on with your career, leaving him behind in the dust, however just as quickly as it came, the nagging emotion dissipated once he flipped to the beginning of your portfolio and there it was. There, right on the first page was one of his favorite photographs he took of you. He had taken it once upon a time, back when he received his own camera as a hand me down from his uncle; back when he didn’t know left from right and aperture from exposure. There you were, smiling at him with your monochrome profile, the light in your eyes not in the least dull even through the 2D surface. Yoongi knew it then as he knows it now. He knows that you, with all your fiery passion is his muse and he’s just as excited as a kid on Christmas day to have you in his grasp again.

Yet, the past two years have been a cruel winter, barren of you and he wants, no, he needs you to know that.

“I know I did.” he confesses, words heavy with hurt, but his secret only serves to rile you up, your heart singing in elation at the newfound discovery.

“I’m sorry.” you murmur, the motions causing his thumb to brush against the plushness of your lips and you wait with bated breath for his reaction only to find another chill running down your spine at the fractional darkening of his eyes and the sinister smile that is spread across his face.

“I know you are, darling.” he chuckles when your brows knit together, words finally bubbling up in your throat but he interrupts you before-

“I will need you to show me.” he grins, the innocent action giving no hints towards the workings of his mischievous mind. Cool silver presses insistently into your hips when he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you in so that your flushed skin brushes against the silken material of his blazer. Your reaction is immediate, wanting him closer, but just as you’re about to reach for him, Yoongi leans away and next thing you know, his back is to you and his distant shout registering-

“See you on set tomorrow, doll face .”

The kiss he pressed on your cheek tingles, a searing imprint of his lips on your reddening skin.

002. Petals

There’s something sensual in the way the silk is brushing your form, a cool rush that slithers against your exposed limbs, the scraps of lace barely serving their function on the curves of your body. The burning light shining on you is warm, nearly uncomfortably so, adding to your flushed state that was no doubt induced by the inquisitive lens a few inches from you and the photographer behind them.

It’s even more intimate than you can imagine, the connection between a photographer and his muse. Thick silence occasionally broken with the frail shutter, a resounding beep that signified the arrival of the photo on the MacBook, your shaky sighs and Yoongi’s hum of amusement are the only sounds that register to you as the rest of the studio fades out of focus. You feel starkly bare, not from the flimsy lace, but rather from the intensity of Yoongi’s gaze, augmented by the magnifying lens that are covering his expression from your viewing pleasure. Yet, the way his breaths come out in uneven pants, accompanied by his surprised gasps when you shift into a rather bold pose are just enough of a response to have you desperate to rile him up even more. Payback is a bitch, you muse and it’s with this notion in your mind that you defiantly stare into the lens, an attempt to drown him in the rapture that he placed you in just twenty-four hours prior to this session.

“Our genius photographer is rather quiet today.” you hum as you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, brow arching and eyes twinkling: a perfect picture of invitation. Yoongi seems to pause at that, his lips twitching in a badly concealed show of his emotions, using the oscillating sounds of the shutter to answer for him.

Click.

“Our little doll is rather uncooperative today.” he replies, fingers stilling on the shutter and you fluidly shift to the next pose you’ve mentally lined up prior to the session.

Click.

You gasp in the form of mock shock,

“Why, I think I’m doing a great job, if I do say so myself.”

“We’ll see about that.” is his noncommittal response and you idly wonder what else this session will entail.

Click.

As it turns out, your imagination does not get too far into the possibilities of the session when trouble walks into the studio in the form of a golden boy by the name of Kim Taehyung. He’s a brilliant sight, with his tussled blonde locks and a boxy smile to match and you can’t help but feel enamored when he easily makes you comfortable with his booming laughter. He’s a ball of sunshine, to the point where you wonder if they scouted the wrong man for the job, that is, until he’s in front of a camera.

All hell breaks loose once he’s on set.

Taehyung is incredibly straightforward in his movements, so confident and assured as he presses petal-like kisses against the hallows of your neck, honeyed irises flashing with intentions so lewd you can physically feel Yoongi bristle behind the sanctuary of his camera.

“Closer.” Yoongi commands in his lazy drawl, as if he does not care about the already dwindling space between you and Taehyung. Pausing, you turn to search Yoongi’s cloudy expression for any hint of sarcasm, but your hesitance is cut short when two arms circle around your form to pull you closer. You nearly giggle at the way Yoongi displays regret of his own instructions with a frown when Taehyung pulls you onto his lap, the pair of you entangled in the most intimate of ways with measly layers of cloth covering your bodies.

Taehyung is a wonderful actor. Everything from his gaze, the slight graze of his teeth against your skin, to his whispered praises in your ear, they all melt you by the degree until you barely have to try to play the role of his lover. However, if Taehyung is the sun then Yoongi would be the ever constant moon, cold in his professionalism and detached to the point you feel a sharp sting at his chilling mannerisms.

The last click of the shoot resonates within you as you visibly relax in Taehyung’s grasp and watch as the friendly sunshine boy resurfaces in the form of round cheeks and eye crescents.

“Good job today (y/n)!” Taehyung giggles out, his nose brushing against yours as a form of affection. You’ve never seen someone change from five-year-old toddler to ranging sex god in a matter of seconds, but as expected of the modeling industry, they like to keep you on your toes.

“Good Job to you as well, Tae. I think you made it too easy for me.” you sigh into the plush comforter, fully stretching your spine out like a kitten after a nap. With your eyes closed, you’re relishing the warmth in your muscles when a slight shadow casts over your form and your eyes flutter open to find an impassive Yoongi, a tempest brewing behind his raven orbs.

“Go change (y/n), I can take you home.” he murmurs, eye drifting to Taehyung’s arm that you’re currently laying on.

“I can have Jin come pick me up. You don’t have to inconvenience yourself, Yoongi.”

He wordlessly hands you your phone, the screen flashing 1:38a.m. and a few messages from Jin.

Princess Peach [12:30a.m.]: “(y/n)! I’m so sorry love, but you’ll have to find a way home on your own. Big Emergency!”

You roll your eyes at “Big Emergency” because more often than not that just means he’s going to get dicked down by his boyfriend Namjoon. Yes, Big Emergency indeed Seokjin, you groan internally, not entirely pleased with the situation as you study the message on top.

Princess Peach [12:35a.m.]: “Have Yoongi take you home. At least I can trust the guy, but if he does I won’t expect you to be home in the morning. Be safe kids! ;)”

You face reddens at the realization that Yoongi most likely saw the text and his hushed chuckle is confirmation of the fact.

Momentarily clearing of your throat and one little huff of exertion later, you’re swinging your legs from the edge of the bed and straightening next to Yoongi, your breath stuttering when his cool palm slides around your waist to rest on your hip.

“G-good bye Tae, I’ll see you around.” you hate the stutter in your voice, absolutely abhor the airy quality that can only be elicited by the man drawing nonsensical patterns into your hipbone with his thumb.

“Goodbye, Darling” Taehyung purrs, tongue poking out to wet his lips and you’re all too aware of his intentions to test Yoongi’s patience when the elder tightens his hold on your waist and with a low grumble, ushers you out of the room.

003. Laughter

Frigid AC and his hand on your thigh, that’s all you register as the faint hum of his sleek engine roars with each press of his foot against the accelerator, tearing in the stillness of the early morning. Lights begin to blur as they pass at high velocity, swirling together into steaks of color that you fixate your gaze on in order to avoid staring at Yoongi’s sharp profile. Yet you know that you’ll cave eventually, you always do.

“Do you know the way to my apartment?” you’re the first to break the silence, glancing over at his hand on the wheel, the shapes decorating his arms and the blossoms caressing the side of his neck.

“No, but I know the way to mine, is that okay?” he answers, the hand on your thigh squeezing the tender flesh, his eyes now fixated on your own.

“Y-yes.” you cough out, the syllable being the only response your jumbled mind can muster, words sitting awkwardly in your mouth from the distraction on your thigh. Nervous laughter bubbling on your lips.

“That’s what I like to hear, kitten.” he gloats, clearly pleased with himself.

Min Yoongi, you brat.

The night seems to progress in the same silence, you watch patiently as he punches in his passcode and remain impassive as he leads you into the space. He lives on the top floor studio, the windows littered with lights gleaming from below and the buzzing of the city muted at this height. His space is just like him, sleek, minimal with not much sentiments in pictures decorating the wall except for his more abstract landscape pieces. Standing there at the ledge, you decide to take the leap when you murmur,

“Are you angry?”

Your question implies to more than the events of occurring today, but you truly need to know if he’s still upset over your abrupt absence.

Yoongi sighs, his slouched form straightening to stand a mere millimeters from you, the heady scent of his minty cologne making you crave to feel him under your fingertips.

“Yes and no.” he whispers, as if the silence is a creature not to be disrupted. He trails his right hand down to interlock your fingers, bringing your joined hands to his lips to press a kiss onto each of your knuckle, every brush of his lips causing your heart to drum faster and faster against your chest.

“I am angry,” he says before he reaches the last knuckle, “but I shouldn’t be.”

A kiss.

“I am sorry.” you squeeze his hand that is still interlocked with yours, “I missed you.” you confess, the memories rushing to your skull, causing a stray tear to slip from the corner of your eye.

“I missed you so damn much, but I had to be better than I was Yoongi. You of all people know that.” quiet tears roll down your cheeks. Memories of cold nights and sore feet, ridiculous diets and measurement tapes still weigh heavily on your mind, those were some of the most grueling years of you life, until Seokjin pulled you out of your hellhole of a company and back to your passion for the profession.

“Shh, babydoll. I know.” He soothes your hiccups with a kiss on the crown of your head, finally pulling you into his arms. You don’t let yourself indulge in his embrace for long because you reach with both hands to cup his face, pulling him down until your lips crash hungrily against his. He tastes like his mint gum and whiskey, a dark, addictive combo that has your tongue swiping against the seams of his lips for more. Feeling more than hearing his groan of surprise, you slip your hands around his neck, fingers intertwining with the stray locks there and tugging, earning you yet another groan.

“Babygirl, what are you doing?” he chuckles and halfheartedly nips at your earlobe in warning. As if of their own accord, your hands drift to the buttons in the front of his crips white dress shirt, deconstructing the seam one button at a time. You’re too focused on painting nebulas to accompany the cherry blossoms on his neck to pay attention to his question, but a much harsher bite on the curve on your shoulder snaps your attention back to his questioning stare.

“Making up for lost time.” you state in matter-of-a-fact fashion, returning the gesture with a soft nip to his earlobe, his array of silver earrings cool against your tongue.

“We have the rest of tomorrow, and the next day, and the next…” Yoongi utters, trying to convince himself more than you that the pair of you have all the time in the world.

“If you don’t want me anymore I can find someone else to occupy my time.” you sigh against the corner of his lips, enthralled by the way his mouth twitches in annoyance and his hands immediately tighten their hold on your waist, one of them so daring as to trail down and grip the curve of your ass.

“Say that again (y/n) and I promise you that you will regret being such an impatient princess.”

Pushing away from him entirely, you’re walking backwards towards the bedroom with Yoongi following close after as you smoothly recite,

“I said, Min Yoongi, if you don’t want me anymore I can find someone else to occupy my time.” the sentence barely leave your lips when he scoops you up in his arms, hands settled under your thighs and your legs locked behind his back. Slamming you into the closed door, you fell a dull ache at the rough action but the growing ache of your arousal is a more pressing manner in your lust clouded mind.

“Strip.” he says as he releases his hold on you, choosing to sit himself down on the edge of his bed, legs parted to palm his erection over his tight jeans. Working methodically, you first pull off the black long sleeve to reveal the white babydoll that the staff gifted to you from today’s shoot. The lace clinging to your breasts, showcases your budding nipples and billows off into soft ruffles which is accentuated by the pure white panties that are coming into view as you shimmy out of your jeans. Yoongi swore under his breath, here you are a picture of purity, yet so pliant under his commands. Maybe he was a sinner with the sole goal of corruption.

“Come here,” he motions and you immediate kneel in between his legs, soft lashes blinking up at him in question, “Beautiful.” he moans when you grab his belt, but is quick to slap your greedy hands away.

“Do you want to have a taste?” he questions, his head tilting along with the prompt and you’re left to wonder how much self control this man possess in his body. Mutely nodding, you’re met with a low tsk and his finger against your chin forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Your words, beautiful.”

“Yes I would love to have a taste of you, sir.”

“My what?”

A smirk.

Curse you Min Yoongi.

“Your cock, sir.”

A smile.

He unbuckles his belt at a torturous pace, each distinctive clink of the metal grating your nerves until Yoongi himself loses patience at his game and pushes his jeans and boxers down with a flourish and your mouth waters at the sight before you: Yoongi, his dark gaze pinning you to the spot with his milky skin on display, the black ink on the smooth surface only spurring you to explore the expanse of skin offered to you. His erection stands proudly against his stomach, red and leaking with drops of pearly white precum,

“Can I please touch you?” you whimper, holding your breath for his next move.

As a response, he cards his hand through your hair, gripping a fistful in his hands as he pulls you closer,

“No hands, baby.”

Nodding in understanding, you begin by giving him tiny licks before enclosing your lips around the head and pushing yourself down on his shaft, making sure to run your tongue along the prominent vein at the underside. Truly, the bitter taste and your watery eyes hold no particular value, but the way Yoongi is panting above you, his hands tightening in your hair, tugging just enough to have him whining from your ministrations is the reason your core is aching, the white of your panties turning translucent from your arousal. He pulls away with a pop when you start playing dirty by humming around his length, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he struggles to compose himself from the vibrations.

He offers no instruction but instead pulls you towards the mattress, pulling your body down on the mass of white and his body hovering above yours. Yoongi nearly loses all composure form seeing you like this; flushed and sweaty for him, embellished with delicate white lace, you’re the most sinful angel he has ever seen.

“God, how are you so beautiful to me?” he growls as he kisses his way down the length of your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Calloused hands lift up your thigh as his kisses continue in rapid successions until he’s right at the edge of your panties, humming in approval at the soaking wetness he finds.

“You ruined your gift from today, doll.” he observes, lazily snapping the band of your panties against your hipbone, causing you to jolt in his hold.

“I suppose I’ll just have to buy you new ones.” he kisses his promise into the juncture between your thighs and your folds, his other hand sliding the ruined lace off and fulling drinking in the slight of you dripping for him.

“Yoongi, please.” you keen, the prolonged wait causing your nerve endings to spark with sensitivity. So when he flattens his tongue against your folds, the slick muscle eating you out in earnest, you wail and grasp onto his strands, nails digging into his scalp, his low groan of approval buzzing through your entire body.

“More, please please. Yoongi don’t stop.” you nearly bawl when he listens to your request and slips two fingers inside, choosing to purse his lips over your clit and suck hard. You’re a mess at this point, one hand gripping his hair the other clutching the comforter as Yoongi relentlessly continues with his sinful tongue and fingers, causing you to see stars within seconds. You lay boneless on his bed, the obscene squelch of his fingers leaving you causes you to shiver as the man himself lifts his hand to his mouth, deliberately licking off all traces of your pleasure.

“Yoongi, I need you.” you mewl when he kisses his way back up your body, trails of fire licking at your sweat covered skin.

“Such a greedy kitten.” Yoongi sighs, his weight abruptly disappearing from above you and you open your eyes in time to see him slip off his pesky dress shirt.

“Go on, princess. Take what you need. I want to see you work for it.”

Who are you to deny such a tempting invitation?

So you crawl over towards him, quickly straddling his lap and rubbing yourself on his length, the friction so delicious you forget your original goal as you moan softly, losing yourself in the skin on skin contact.

“Kitten, don’t tease.” he growls, his blunt nails digging into your hips.Your eyes snap open to observe how fucked out his looks, hair mussed and pupils completely dilated, breaths puffing from his rosy, bitten lips and you realize you cannot wait anymore either. With shaky hands you align yourself to his length and slowly lower yourself until you’re sitting on his thighs, his cock filling you up to the hilt.

“God, how are you so tight.” Yoongi groans, busying his mind by scattering marks on your collarbone. His hands scramble to pull the last bit of lace off your body, fingers skimming across the valleys of your breasts before taking one into his mouth. He stills completely when you begin to move, you hips drawing tantalizing circles against his, pulling him closer to his release.

“I’m close, Yoongi.” you cry when he thrusts up to meet your hips, the burning in your thighs and the thudding of the headboard evidence of your passionate session. Yoongi gives a short grunt as reply when he trusts even harder up into you, brushing against your bundle of nerves. Your breaking point is surpassed when he growls, “Come for me, kittten.” into the shell of your ear, his raspy voice always the object of your end.

Waves of bliss wash over your body, electric flashes of sensory overload that makes you clench tightly around him, coaxing him towards his own release. Yoongi comes with a shout of your name and warmth painting your walls, shallow thrusts working both you and him from your high.

In the afterglow, you find yourself tracing the patterns of his tattoos, marks of growth from when you two parted ways.

“I love you, you know?” you admit, staring into his glossy eyes, liquid pleasure still flowing in his veins.

He’s a masterpiece.

“I’ve never stopped loving you.” he answers and the sincerity in his eyes cannot be mistaken for a split second decision made by lust.

You’re his masterpiece.

Perhaps it’s the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your veins, or maybe the sheer joy in the moment but both of you burst out in laughter. A sweet kiss and many lingering touches forge your reunion and you’ve never been so content for a warm body next to yours.

Princess Peach [8:00a.m.]: I hope your Big Emergency was resolved (y/n) ;)

Me: [9:30a.m.]: You’re so dead once I get back.

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